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"The Pact"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate
Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: Formerly Intervention (retitled because the story detoured and went its own way).After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.
"The Pact" Chapter 4: Into Temptation Quatre stared at the plate of doughnuts, then lifted his gaze to Duo's smiling face. It was the kind of smile he often wore when he drank all of Quatre's milk, emptied the cookie jar, used up all the gas in Quatre's car without refilling the tank, or was caught leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor. It was a transparent attempt to appear innocent even when he knew he was busted. Quatre crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorway. "I don't know why you even bother." Duo tried for hopelessly confused and failed miserably. "Bother with what?" He waved his hand in a vague gesture. "This! This - this innocent act. It doesn't work on me. It never did." Duo pouted and set the plate down with a shrug. "Can't blame a guy for tryin'." He picked up a glazed jelly doughnut and turned it between his fingers as if it would entice the blond man. "Look, raspberry. Your favorite." "How in the hell did you even find the time to go get doughnuts? How long have I been asleep?" He glanced over at the clock above the television and answered his own question, his eyes widening in shock. "What the - eleven thirty?" He turned towards Trowa, his expression horrified. "You put me to sleep for three hours?" Trowa's mouth gaped, desperate to soothe the agitated young man, but finding no words that would exonerate him from his conduct. Duo did it for him. "Heh. Not too shabby for a first timer, eh Quat? Shit, we could rent him out as a safe and effective way to cure insomnia." "This is not funny, Duo!" Duo's hands flew up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Sorry. Just tryin' to lighten the mood, y'dig?" "No, I don't "dig". What the hell is going on?" Heero leaned back against the couch cushions and folded his arms, wearing his best stern, professor expression. "We were hoping you could explain that to us." Quatre's face was so incredulous, Duo blurted out a semi aborted laugh and then blushed when he became the recipient of angry glares. "How would I know?" Wufei set his teacup down a little too hard and slouched forward. "How would you know? How couldn't you know? You're the empath. Explain." Quatre sputtered, his arms swinging around helplessly. "I have no idea!" "Having sex with you did this to us, Winner. What happened?" "I - I didn't think it went both ways. I didn't think that was possible. I knew I could feel all of you, but I didn't know that you would somehow - I don't know what happened," he finished, shoulders slumping in defeat. His head was spinning a little with a sensation resembling a heavy weight pressing down onto his skull from the outside as well as within, pushing outward like a centrifugal force. An image of a drill appeared in his mind's eye and it took a few moments for the rest of his brain to catch up. He stumbled a few steps back, hands lifting to clutch his head as he clenched his teeth and snarled, "Get out of my head!" The four presences were still there, but two had abated a little and he identified their signatures as Trowa and Duo. Heero and Wufei pressed on, searching for truth, for answers, for a solution. The result left him feeling as though several hot pokers were being shoved through his skull. "Stop it! It - fuck! It hurts." At the mention of pain, the four minds instantly retreated as if burned and it caused Quatre's ears to pop as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. He could feel their guilt, palpable despite the throbbing in his temples. Their intention had not been to hurt him and at the first sign that they were, they immediately pulled back. He felt woozy, waterlogged and his knees buckled as his strength ebbed from their sudden departure. He lowered himself to his haunches as carefully as he could and dipped his head down, trying to gather his bearings. He sensed Trowa's approach, reeling at how much stronger the connection was. Trowa crouched down beside him and raised a hand to comfort. "Don't touch me." The hand disappeared, the mind it belonged to stinging with rejection and Quatre felt terrible for snapping at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean - I just...I'm so confused right now." "Join the club, baby," Duo muttered and froze, surprised that he'd tacked on the pet name without even thinking about it. "Quatre." Heero's voice reached his ears, the slightly nasally tone felt like a caress, a little ticklish, as if he was right there with his mouth against his ear. Quatre twitched, but didn't look up. Goosebumps broke out across his skin and it seemed as though the voice had taken on a physical life of its own, wrapping around him like tendrils of pure energy and holding him tight. He pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling disoriented and perplexed at the strange and disturbing way his body responded. "Quatre." Now there was a deep, almost dark quality to his voice. Reminiscent of his days as their commander during the wars, but laced with something he'd never heard before. And for some reason that he couldn't figure out, his head lifted of its own volition and he looked towards the couch where blue eyes were zeroed in on him with unnerving intensity. Nothing more was said, at least verbally, but Quatre heard, or rather felt the command. It was hard to describe the feeling, but it started in his mind and seemed to spread with every beat of his heart like the blood in his veins. It was like wisps of smoke, or vapor that seeped through his pores, penetrating through his muscles, and curling around his bones. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, or could even find the wherewithal to wonder when he'd given his body the signal to move, he got up and took carefully measured steps across the carpet towards the man who seemed to be in control of him. Even more frightening was the way that show of dominance, the empathetic command, and his subsequent obedience ignited an uncontrollable need to submit. It manifested as a fully body flush and a dizzying throb between his legs. Some traitorous part of his brain was screaming at him to drop to the floor, spread his thighs, and offer himself like a cheap whore and it took every ounce of self control he had to refrain from doing just that. The desire to be taken again made him breathless and weak. There was a flood of warmth and what felt like an excessive amount of wetness seeping from his opening and his first terrifying thought was that he was bleeding. He discreetly reached behind himself and quickly swiped a finger between his buttocks to make sure before he stained the expensive fabric of his couch. He encountered an abundance of slick moisture, the consistency very similar to the lube his friends had used when they made love to him. When he brought his hand back around, his finger tip was coated with a clear substance and there were no traces of blood. His heart pounded erratically, desperately trying to make sense of all this in the haze of confusion and the deep craving for penetration. He tried to remain outwardly calm though he knew that they knew he was freaking out on the inside. He gingerly lowered himself onto the couch, wincing a little as the wetness all over his backside was now no doubt soaking into his sofa. He checked off an absurd mental note to have it cleaned as soon as possible and folded his hands demurely into this lap. The room was oddly silent and he chanced a glance up, immediately wishing he hadn't. Four pairs of eyes were leveled on him in a way that could only be described as predatory. Their nostrils flared as they sniffed the air and he suddenly felt like a gazelle trapped in a den of lions. He stiffened as he watched them move with slow, calculating intent, their eyes nearly eclipsed by their pupils. He realized with startled clarity that they could smell the wetness between his legs and from the looks of it, the scent seemed to spark something within them, something lust didn't even begin to describe. He raised his hands in from of him in a placating gesture and didn't miss the tremor in them. "Okay, guys...guys! I don't know what's happening here, but -" He yelped when Trowa lunged for him, wrapping iron-like fingers around his arm and he flailed as he was yanked off the couch. He tumbled to the floor, trembling and scared as they surrounded him. The fear, which normally would have caused him to retaliate, or at least make a run for safety, instead forced him to remain where he was. The conflicting emotions that swirled around in his head, the rational part of him that was begging them not to hurt him and simultaneously reassuring him that they were his friends and would never do such a thing, were drowned out by waves of overwhelming need to subjugate himself before them. His body twitched, caught in a strange realm of limbo, not knowing what to do. His t-shirt had rode up over his backside in his fall from the couch, baring his ass and making him feel painfully vulnerable. When he reached for the hem to cover himself, a series of low growls forced him to abort the attempt. He had no idea what was going to happen, but he was reasonably sure he was about to get fucked again and he found he wasn't exactly opposed to that. He huffed shallow breaths into the carpet, his voice shaky as he tried to appeal to the logical sides of the men he'd known and trusted for years. "Look, just please, please...whatever you're going to do - Hey!" He shouted and hissed as a hand fisted into the back of his t-shirt and pulled so hard, the fabric ripped at the seams and the violence of the act caused an involuntary whimper and another flood of moisture to collect between his thighs. He was deeply self-conscious about the fact that there was so much of it. It leaked down his perineum, over his balls, and dripped onto the floor beneath him. There was a tiny voice somewhere in his mind that got louder as he sensed the dangerous ardor emanating from his friends in powerful waves, peaking higher and higher as the wetness in and around his opening continued to increase. Why are you fighting it? This is what you want. It's what you need. It's what you were born for. Your body knows what to do. It's always known, it was just waiting for the rest of you to catch up. Let it do what it was made to do and just let...go... He shivered as calloused hands stroked over his back, thighs and ass, quickly followed by ravenous lips and teeth. His breath hitched as his buttocks were parted and the men above him were pulled in deeper by the erotic sight and scent of what lay between. Their responses were raw and darkly carnal. He finally surrendered when his thighs were wrenched open and Trowa buried his face between the cheeks of his ass, indulging himself in the first taste of sweet, wet submission. *** It had been hours since the last of the artificial sunlight of L4 faded to dark. Trowa lifted his face from the warm crown of Quatre's head and glanced over at the clock, taking note that it was well past midnight. Quatre had been passed out in his arms for nearly an hour. The four of them had, in all honestly, ravished the blond until he lost consciousness from exhaustion. The blame initially was focused on him after Quatre failed to respond to their attempts to rouse him beyond sleepily batting them away with his hands and a few slurred Arabic curses, but Trowa vehemently defended himself as this time, he was not responsible for it. Actually, that wasn't true. They were all responsible, if for no other reason than they'd fucked him into oblivion. Again. Once the haze of overpowering desire was satiated inside Quatre's body, numb shock set in. They stood over him, looking down at the limp and sprawled form on the living room floor, their eyes drawn to the multiple bite marks, come, and glistening lubrication that was left behind on and between the cheeks of his still slightly upturned ass. He looked thoroughly debauched, his creamy skin desecrated by the evidence of their sexual prowess. It was a vision that would both haunt and tantalize them for many sleepless nights to come. The only thing they could think of to do was proceed with tender aftercare. They gently cleaned him and closed his legs before wrapping a large throw around him and laying him on the couch where he slept deeply and seemingly contentedly against Trowa's chest, safe in his little cocoon. There was a deep, troubling silence that followed as each of them were deep in thought. They were all confused and deeply worried, even a little scared after what they'd done and the apparent lack of control they seemed to have where Quatre was now concerned. Wufei was back in his armchair, fully dressed again though his clothes were rumpled after nearly tearing them off in his feverish arousal and tossing them into a careless heap. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands. Trowa could hear his breaths as they puffed against his palms and between his fingers. "I've never lost control of myself like that. Ever," he murmured, his voice muffled, but edged with trepidation and regret. Trowa ran his fingers through his hair and dropped his arm onto the back of the couch with a thump. "None of us have. This is..." He twirled his hand, searching for the right word. "Unprecedented," Heero finished for him. He was back on the other end of the couch wearing only his jeans and typing away on his laptop. Trowa nodded and pressed a kiss to the blond hair that stuck up in places and tickled his chin. Unprecedented was definitely accurate. The need he'd felt, just as before, had simply taken control and he was helpless to stop it. The only solace he had was the fact that Quatre had seemed to enjoy it. "Of course he enjoyed it," Duo snorted, flinging his hair tie onto the coffee table. He separated the pleats of his braid and finger-brushed the tangled locks. "We only made him come five times. I don't know how a dude can come five times. That should be impossible." "And that's not counting the two times he did during our last round," Wufei pointed out, momentarily lifting his head before ducking it back down again. "Yeah, so that makes seven total in just..." Duo glanced at the clock. "Six and a half hours. I mean, shit, guys. That's unheard of, isn't it?" "As far as I know," Trowa agreed, resting his cheek on top of Quatre's head. "And...dude, he was wet! Like - like chick wet, y'know? More than that even. And I could smell it." His mind conjured up the memories of prying apart soft cheeks and delving in between to lap up the fluid with his tongue, the first taste making him ravenous for more. He'd gorged himself on it like a man starved, Quatre's soft cries like music to his ears and still the blond kept producing more as if he had a never-ending supply of the stuff hidden inside his body. Even an hour later, he could taste the sweet, almost sugary flavor and thought he'd never get enough of it for as long as he lived. He was hooked. A man addicted. The only thing that prevented him from dying of embarrassment over his gluttonous display was the fact that he'd watched the other three do the exact same thing. "The few times I fooled around with Hilde, she was never that wet, or tasted so -" "We get it, Maxwell. Please do not continue." "Jus' sayin'. How is that even possible?" Duo shook his hair out and flipped it over his shoulder as he glanced up at Heero. "What say you, professor?" Heero stopped typing, but didn't look up from the screen. "I'm not sure yet. Something strange though. When I searched "self lubricating males", there were no results." He paused, his brows knitting together with something resembling distaste. "Nothing relevant anyway. But...I decided to try the Dark Web and...it's weird but there are over a dozen direct hits and a few hundred similar ones. Only, when I try clicking on them, I keep hitting encrypted firewalls." Duo popped a cheese ball into his mouth and munched loudly on it. "So? When has that ever been a problem for you? Hack that shit, bro." "I've already got my program scanning it. It looks like - ah, here we go. It's an asymmetric encryption. My program is looking for the decryption key." He tapped his fingers next to the touchpad as he waited for the results to come back then shook his head with a sigh of frustration. "Damn. It's hidden somewhere. It might take me a little time to find it. There also appears to be a hashing encryption." "What's that for?" Duo asked. "A hashing encryption essentially protects passwords which helps to protect the people who have access to the site. Only certain people are allowed in and whoever is writing the codes wants to make sure the users remain anonymous to anyone looking in from the outside." Duo grimaced and looked over at Trowa. "Sounds like some shady shit. Watch it, Hee-chan. You don't want to end up on some kiddie porn site." "It's not a kiddie porn site, Duo." "How do you know?" "Because I can see some of the encrypted content even though I can't really translate it, or put it into context." Trowa lifted his head and stared at Heero. "So what does it say?" "I can't..." Heero squinted at the screen and then typed in a few keys. "It doesn't make any sense. Something about an underground organization...and...Newtypes. Something about omegas...I don't know." "Newtype kiddie porn in a fraternity?" "Maxwell, would you shut the fuck up about kiddie porn?" "What? I'm just saying, Heero should be careful. It is the Dark Web. That's where the bad shit happens." "Yes, there is bad shit on the Dark Web, Duo, but it's not all malicious," Trowa informed him. "But it's illegal. Hence why people use it when they don't want to get caught." "It also exists to protect top secret information like code sequences to nuclear missiles, international security, and intelligence that the world governments don't want getting out." "I thought there were separate private servers for that kind of thing," Wufei said. "There are, but the info still travels through cyberspace. There's no stopping that. It's safer, but it's not infallible." Duo yawned and leaned back onto his hands. "Yeah, that's all well and good, but I highly doubt Quat's self-lubricating ass has anything to do with nuclear missiles, intelligence leaks, or top secret government pet projects." Heero glared at him over the top of the screen. "I know that, Duo. I was making a point." Duo tapped his chin. "Or, maybe it does." "What the hell are you on about, Maxwell?" "No, just hear me out. Maybe the governments of the world are hiding the secrets of alien technology. Like...maybe they actually have a spaceship, or something. Remember the old stories about Roswell, New Mexico?" Trowa pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed in annoyance. Duo's conspiracy theories were about as off the wall as Dorothy Catalonia's delusions of grandeur. Maybe even more so. "Duo, that's just folklore. An urban legend." "Ah, but see. That's just what they want us to think. Maybe they're abducting guys and doing the whole anal probe thing." He was met with a round of derisive looks. "Oh, come on! It could be true. But maybe like, the twist is, the guys that come back have this - this ability to -" "Quatre's sudden "ability" to self-lubricate has nothing to do with aliens, Duo. Jesus Christ." Duo looked dejected and mumbled, "It could." "Maxwell, if anyone was abducted by aliens, it was you. And they wound up lobotomizing you, obviously." Wufei dodged to the left as a well-aimed throw pillow was flung in his direction. "Fuck off, Chang." He grabbed his teacup and saucer and stood up. "Either way, it's not safe to be around Win - Quatre right now. He may have consented this time, even enjoyed it, but what happens when we're all in that state of mind again and he says no?" He watched the other three men shift in discomfort and nodded. "Exactly. I don't know about you, but I am not okay with committing rape and I sure as hell don't want to feel it through this connection, or whatever it is if one of you decide to." "None of us are okay with that, Wufei," Trowa said, which was true enough, but the memory of coming so close to having sex with Quatre while the blond was unconscious made him flush with shame. "We may not be okay with it, but you came close. We appear to have very little control over ourselves, at least right now." "Amen, brother." Duo reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. "I hate to say it, but Fei's right. I don't want that shit hangin' over me. Maybe distancing ourselves is the only way to keep it under control." "And what if it doesn't?" Trowa asked. "If it doesn't, then we'll cross that bridge then and there. At least we'll be far enough away from him that we won't be able to do anything we'd regret," Heero said. "And what if we end up attacking someone else because we can't get to him?" Duo flopped down onto his back with a loud groan. "Damn it, Tro. Why do you have to be such a buzzkill?" *** "Heero's writing a note." Trowa turned from his task of tucking Quatre into his bed, looking abjectly miserable as he faced his friend. "This feels shitty." "I know, man. I hate to think he's gonna wake up after getting gangbanged and -" he shrugged when Trowa's eyes hardened. "S'what we did. No point in sugarcoating it. He got fucked eight times in the span of seven hours, dude." "All the more reason to hate us when he wakes up and finds us all gone." "It's better than attacking him again when he wakes up. Look, he's smart enough to figure it out and anyway, Heero's note explains why we're leaving the way we are. He'll understand." "What if he doesn't?" That was something Trowa was not prepared for. The last thing in the world he wanted was for Quatre to hate him. To never want to see him again. He wasn't sure he could survive that. "He will. You gotta give him a little credit, man. Hell, he'll probably be relieved to not have four dudes drooling and humping all over him. I can't imagine how sore he's gonna be." Trowa cringed at the thought of Quatre waking up, not only to find them all gone with nothing but a note in their wake, but also in pain. He felt wretched for leaving him like this, but Duo was right. They were never going to figure anything out if their judgment was constantly clouded by lust and if they continued jumping on Quatre the way they did, they might accidentally cause an injury. The blond needed time to rest and recuperate. He blew out a sigh and nodded in agreement, reaching down to gently brush locks of flaxen hair from Quatre's brow. "I know you're right. And he's not injured by the way. I checked him...down there. There's no tearing, or bruising." Which was amazing considering how many times they'd taken him and how rough they'd been. "I don't even get that," Duo murmured. "You'd think...never mind. It doesn't matter. The important thing is he's fine. And hey, don't beat yourself up too much, okay? I know we all feel bad, but you know as well as I do how much he was loving it." "Do you think we're going to figure out what this is?" "I hope so, buddy. To be honest, I don't know how I'm going to cope if I get like that again. It scares me." "Me, too. I was thinking. Maybe we should set up some kind of support protocol. You know, just in case it happens again?" Duo nodded. "I'm listening." "If any, or all of us end up in that state of mind again, we'll contact each other. Maybe we'll be able to talk each other down until we're under control again." "That's a good idea. That is, considering we'll be able to wrangle our wits together long enough to make the call," Duo said, rubbing his chin in contemplation. "I mean, we're not exactly rational when it happens. It might not even occur to us at the time." "Well, it's worth a shot anyway. The least we can do is try. And if it works, we just might be able to prevent something terrible from happening." "Maybe we should just chain ourselves to a chair in a locked room whenever there's a full moon. Just in case." Trowa snickered despite the anxiety churning in his belly. "I'm pretty sure we're not werewolves, Duo. But I'll give you props for imagination." "Eh, you know me. I'm a never say never kind of guy. C'mon, we should go and let him rest. We can figure out what we're going to do in the car." "You guys have to drop me off at the cafe so that I can pick up my rental." "Yeah, no problem. Fei's driving so you'll have to tell him. He took the keys from me. Said he wasn't in the mood to flirt with death today," Duo snorted. "Pussy." Trowa nodded and bent down to press a kiss to Quatre's temple, whispering against his ear, "Please forgive us. We're doing this because we all love you and we don't want to hurt you. I love you. So damn much. Give us a little time to figure out what's going on and hopefully we'll be able to see you soon. Sleep well, baby." He kissed him again and then moved away, watching Duo lean down to do the same. "Sleep tight, kitten. We'll get this figured out, man. Till then, take care of yourself and we'll be in touch. When we come back, I expect your freezer to be well stocked with Ben and Jerry's." He abruptly stood and hurriedly walked away with a heated curse. "God fucking damn it, he smells so good."
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