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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 acknowledgment 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" Wufei had no idea which way was up anymore. At one point, he'd even forgotten his partner's name while discussing a case over the phone with her and the look Sally had given him was indicative enough that there was something terribly wrong.
"Are
you sure you're alright? You look like you haven't slept in a week."
"What
is it?" Sally, please, please, please do not ask me that. "No, not really. I think I'm just...I don't know...listless. I'm stressed out over this case, I'm exhausted, I haven't been sleeping well. I think you're right and I just need a few days to recoup." And beat off until my dick bleeds. He'd never masturbated so much in his entire life. Not even during puberty when he'd first discovered the magic of it. Thank Christ Sally had accidentally left her face cream at his flat after they'd pulled an all-nighter on the Dresden case. Without it, he'd be chafed to hell and back. He ticked off a mental note to pick her up another jar before he saw her again. He only hoped she didn't ask about it considering the residue from his last wank just thirty minutes earlier lingered on his cock and his palm. He could still smell the faint flowery scent of it. The wank hadn't helped his current condition. Neither did the wank before that, nor the wank before that. He got, at most, a few minutes of relief before his cock was springing up again and throbbing for attention. He'd given up any semblance of resistance, especially when his mind inevitably turned to Quatre. Not even his attempts to think of someone else, or better yet nothing at all, worked. The fantasies returned before he was conscious of them and by then, he was helpless to stop the visions of the blond in various states of undress, positions, and debauchery. They were the most erotic fantasies he'd ever had. So powerful, he was near tears when he beat off to them. And when he came, he only hated himself more. "I'm worried about you," Sally said, her voice breaking through the wall of clustered thoughts. He nodded and rubbed his eyes. "I know you are and I am sorry for that. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days. I'm not going to do anything stupid, or reckless, if that's what you're worried about." At least I hope not. He couldn't promise anything if Quatre actually showed up on his doorstep, though there really wasn't any reason for him to do so. Wufei would be surprised if he talked to any of them ever again other than to tell them they were perverts and to stay the hell away from him. "Okay, if you say so. I'm taking your word for it, just so you know." "I know. Thanks again. For everything." "Call me if you need anything. I mean, anything, Wufei. I don't care what time it is. If you need me, just call, okay?" He smiled. "I will. I promise." "I sent your prescription over so the pharmacist should be there in less than an hour." Ah, sweet relief. It was coming soon. He could make it that long. "Thanks." "Alright, I have to go. I'll speak to Une and have you cleared for a few sick days." "Talk to you soon, Sally." "Take care." He pressed the button to end the call and then buried his face in his hands. "Fuck, what am I even doing?" His groin throbbed in response and he glared down at the tented pitch of his trousers. Oh, what the hell? He had time to beat another one out before the pharmacist showed up with his pills. He leaned back in his chair and unzipped his fly, delving his hand inside to pull his cock out. A little extra coat of Sally's face cream and then he was off, working his palm up and down his aching length. When Quatre predictably emerged in his mind's eye, he tipped his head back and let the fantasies take him away, too exhausted to fight it anymore. *** The Valium waited on the little table beside his bed. The bright orange bottle seemed the epitome of all that was wrong with him, else why would he even need it? He'd never been dependent on chemicals before, for anything and he was proud of that. Allowing himself to ingest a drug, a barbiturate of all things, felt like admitting defeat. It felt like giving into weakness. Before now, he'd never needed help with anything and he prided himself on being entirely self-reliant. This situation...whatever it was...scared him in more ways than one and if he needed assistance now, when would it end? Would it ever end, or was he doomed to lead a life of leaning on others to get what he needed? Jesus, I'm becoming more paranoid than Yuy. And if he never saw Quatre again, would this unbearable arousal ever go away, or would he go mad and do something crazy like cut his own Dick off, or jump out of a twenty story window? Even if he did see Quatre again, would he be able to contain himself? He certainly didn't expect the blond to bend over every time he sprung a stiffy. "Nothing else for it, Wufei. Just suck it up, take your shower, and then take the pill. Maybe after you sleep, you'll gain some semblance of sanity back." What was really unnerving was the fact that Heero, Trowa, and Duo were in similar dire straits. If nothing else, he wasn't alone in this, though far be it for him to be comfortable enough to confide in any of them beyond the basics. Heero and Trowa for the most part were as reserved as he was, though he could see them beginning to fall apart at the seams. Duo had no such reservations and wasn't above whining about how his Dick hurt to anyone within earshot. He'd finally snapped Wufei's tenuous control two days ago when Duo called yet again to complain about blue balls, prompting Wufei to bark, "Yeah, well my Dick hurts, too," before slamming his computer closed. Not his proudest moment, but at least it was honest. That was the last time he'd spoken to the other man as he'd been screening his calls ever since. He stepped into the shower and groaned as the hot water soothed muscles that were achy with fatigue. His cock was hard once again and he cursed as he stared down at it. "You just don't quit, do you? Well, forget it. I've given you enough attention. Tonight, we're both going to sleep." And if the Valium didn't work, he might actually consider an ice pack just to shut it up for awhile. When he returned to his room, he saw the flashing red light of an incoming call on his computer and huffed with exasperation. Was it possible for anyone to leave him alone for five minutes, or was that just too much to ask? He sat down in his chair and lifted the screen to see who was calling and his heart thumped against his rib cage when he realized it was Quatre. The possible reasons for this call scrolled their way across his mind, ranging from a scathing barrage of insults to begging Wufei to come to L4 immediately because he'd finally realized that they were meant to be together. His finger hovered over the connect button, bracing himself for the worst, and then pushed it. Quatre's face appeared, looking surprised. "Oh! Hi, Wufei. I was about to hang up. I thought you weren't home." God, he looked absolutely, positively delectable. Radiant even and how was that possible when the rest of them looked like shit run over twice? Wufei's eyes caressed the lovely curves and angles of the blond's face, from the high, porcelain cheekbones, to the deep-set aqua eyes framed by long lashes, and down to the sensuous shape of his plush lips which were moving in inquiry, he realized. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Those sinful lips quirked just slightly. "I said, how have you been?" "Oh, fine. Yeah," he said with a little too much forced enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'm good. Peachy-keen actually. You?" Quatre gave him a knowing look as if he knew Wufei was lying through his teeth. "Better now." Well, wasn't that just swell. "Oh. That's good." He blatantly ignored the painful throb that emanated up from his groin like heat waves on hot pavement and rubbed his sweaty palms on his pajama pants. It was difficult to think when face to face with the object of his lust and he grasped desperately to form a coherent sentence that wasn't along the lines of, 'Goddamn, you look good enough to eat. Can I come over and fuck your brains out?' "Quatre, look. I wanted to apologize for -" "Don't." "What? Why not?" "Because it wasn't your fault. It's not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for." Wufei narrowed his eyes, instantly suspicious. "What do you know?" "Enough." "Tell me. What is this? Why is this happening?" "I will tell you. Soon. Come back to L4 on Sunday and I'll explain everything." "Quatre, I don't think that's a good -" "Trust me. I'm prepared for what is likely to happen and I'm fine with it." "Why, though?" "Everything will make sense on Sunday. I promise you. I just want to get all of you together when I explain it, but I promise, everything you're feeling and going through right now...there's a reason for it." Oh, thank Christ! "I thought there was something terribly wrong with me." "No, there's not. There's nothing wrong with any of you. The situation is...unusual, but what you're experiencing is quite normal." Wufei's brain piqued with interest. What could this possibly be if what he was dealing with was normal? "It's nothing you've ever heard of before, I assure you. But it is normal," Quatre insisted, sensing his doubt. He felt like weeping with relief and he rubbed his hands over his face as he let out a long breath. "I thought for sure you hated us all for what we did." "Quite the contrary." "Quatre, I've been going out of my mind! I've never felt so pent up before in my life and every time I close my eyes...all I see is you." "There's a reason for that, too. But...there is something that will help you. Help to hold you over until Sunday, I mean." "Are you implying that sex with you will make this go away?" "It will. Temporarily. It will come back, but contact with me will give you longer lasting relief than what you're doing now." He blushed, but didn't bother to deny it. Quatre already knew and Wufei's guilty expression no doubt confirmed it. "So how can you help me?" "I can help you get off. Over the phone, I mean. It seems to work." "You're talking about phone sex." "Yeah. I called Trowa first and we did it. He said he felt much better and when I did the same with Heero, he also felt better. We may have to do this again in a day, or two, but it should satisfy you enough to be able to function for a couple of days." Well, fuck. If Quatre was right, this would be an answer to his prayers. He glanced down at the pitched tent in his lap, shivering as a giddy thrill raced through his bloodstream, and he wondered when he'd become so shameless. "Alright." "Great." Quatre clapped his hands like a gym teacher who'd just announced a game of kickball and stood up to remove his clothing. "What are you doing?" The blond paused with his t-shirt halfway up his torso. "I'm doing this with you. Seems more effective that way." "Wait. You said you did this with Trowa and Heero already?" "Yep," Quatre confirmed, peeling his shirt the rest of the way off. Wufei was torn between a surge of jealousy over the fact that he'd come in third, and a rush of powerful lust as he stared at the toned muscles that shifted beneath the creamy skin of Quatre's chest and belly. The blond had always been slender, willowy even, and to this day he was still the smallest of all of them. Though he'd filled out a little since his scrawny teenage days, he was destined to always be slender, taking after his mother's side of the family of fair, lissome beauties. Quatre's fingers ceased their fumbling at the ties holding his sleep pants up and he lifted a brow at Wufei's gawking face. "Are you going to get undressed, or just stare at me?" "Oh, yeah. Sorry." His hands trembled as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged his pants down over his hips. His cock sprung up, slapping against his belly and leaving a smear of precome that oozed from the tip. "For some reason, masturbation on its own does nothing, but if we can see, or hear each other, that seems to work," Quatre told him. "Let's hope I'm as lucky as the other two." "I'm sure you will be." Wufei watched the jarring shift of Quatre's torso as the blond readjusted his computer's camera and he realized why a moment later when Quatre sat back in his chair and draped his legs over the arms. Wufei now had an unobstructed view between the other man's legs and his saliva glands kicked into full gear as he stared, or rather ogled Quatre's glistening opening. "Did you...did you lube yourself up for this, or...?" Quatre smiled and dropped his hand between his thighs, two fingers teasing over the tiny rosebud between his cheeks. "Don't need to. It's the same stuff from the other night." Oh, fucking Christ! Wufei leaned forward and placed his arm on his desk, resting his chin on top while his other hand drifted towards his straining cock which felt like it was ready to detach from his body, jump through the screen, and bury itself inside the blond. "You have no idea how badly I want to taste you again." Quatre's eyes fluttered closed and Wufei watched the tip of his finger press through the ring of his opening. He squeezed his cock as a throb of dark lust lanced through his groin. "You have no idea how badly I want you taste me again." "Did you like that?" "I loved it. It was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. The way you all went at me like - like you couldn't get enough." "We couldn't," Wufei admitted. "You tasted so sweet, Quatre. I felt drugged...like I was high, or something." "So did I. Your mouth...and your cock felt so good. I can't wait until I see you again. All the things I want you to do to me...I get so wet every time I think about it." Wufei bit into the flesh of his forearm as his body responded to the promise, spoken in Quatre's sweet lilt. If he managed to survive until Sunday, it would be a miracle. He stared intently at Quatre's fingers, watching them disappear inside his body and felt a wicked urge to hit 'record' so that he could relive this enchanting vision at the click of a button. "I'm going to bury my face between your legs and lap you up until you scream and come all over yourself." A visible shudder traveled through Quatre's body. "Yes. I need that so much. I've been dying without you here." "And then I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week." "Mmm...yeah. In my mind, you're already doing that." Wufei's world melted away until there was nothing left of the last three days. The agony, the fatigue, the torture faded into the background until it seemed to be nothing more than a distant memory. Only the two of them existed and he realized that, yes, this was going to work. Whatever was going on, this was the answer, at least for now. And that would be enough. It had to be. "That's right, baby," he slurred, the words coming unbidden now and any sense of morality, or modesty, or aloofness he'd harbored as a source of personal pride suddenly meant absolutely nothing. The only thing that mattered was Quatre and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if they weren't officially lovers now, they would be very soon because this beautiful blond man was his and he would fight anyone who dared to challenge his claim. "That's right," he repeated, dropping his voice to a low, rumbling timbre. "It's me fucking you right now. It's me touching those places inside you where you crave to be touched. Am I loving you good, baby?" "Fuck, yes," Quatre whimpered as his hand sped up the pace. He dug his fingers in deep and his thighs trembled from the overwhelming pleasure. He was completely soaked now, the mysterious fluid spilling down his hand, over his wrist, and dripping onto the padded seat beneath him and Wufei lamented his inability to kneel down before him in worship and lap up every drop. What a waste. "M'gonna come, Fei." "So am I, baby. Let it go. Let it go for me. You're so beautiful when you come." His own hand worked faster over his length, his climax rising up like a tidal wave and threatening to sweep him away to a place where time no longer mattered. "Let me see you." Quatre's back arched against the chair and he sucked in a sharp breath. There was a moment of silence, like the calm before a storm, and then the blond's cock erupted, splashing his seed up his chest and over his belly. It was coupled with a simultaneous rush of clear fluid from his opening, drenching his hand and Wufei swore he could smell it. "Oh - oh, Allah! Fuck...it's s - so good." It was all Wufei needed to drive him over the cliff into blinding euphoria. He roared, his body locking up and his cock twitching in his palm as come splattered across his torso and puddled in the dips between his taut muscles. He shivered and cursed and shook his way through the ecstasy, panting with exertion until the tumultuous waves subsided. He blinked away the stars in his vision, disoriented and unable to form a coherent thought for a minute until he saw Quatre through the screen looking much the same way. His body felt like mush, but also miraculously satisfied. He'd only climaxed that strongly once before in his entire life and that was a few days ago. "Holy shit." Quatre's grin was dopey with satiety as he slumped in his chair with the remnants of his orgasm cooling on his chest and a large puddle of fluid beneath his ass. The very definition of debauchery. "Mmmm...holy shit is right." Wufei looked down at his cock in amazement, now soft and apparently content. "By God, I think it worked." "Told you so." "Quatre...I don't know how to thank you." "Feel better then?" He felt weaker than a newborn calf, but also like a million bucks and like he could sleep for a month solid. Perhaps he wouldn't need the Valium after all. He lifted a shaky hand and pushed his sweaty hair away from his face. "I feel incredible!" Calm, collected, and able to think clearly again. "Good. And no need to thank me. It was the least I could do." "I'm just dying to know what this is all about now." Ten minutes ago, he couldn't have cared less. Now that his body seemed to be back in somewhat of its normal state, his need to know what was going on became the priority. "You will find out very soon. I promise you." "Is it bad?" Quatre looked down and shook his hand to rid it of the excess fluid and Wufei impulsively wanted to suck the stuff right off his fingers. "Not really. It doesn't have to be. It is a little uh....life-changing, I suppose. But not anything you can't handle." "I see." Not really, but whatever. "Just...try to keep an open mind, okay?" Wufei watched the blond in silence as he stood up to wipe himself down with his T-shirt"I feel personally attacked right now." Quatre chuckled. "Nothing personal. I said the same thing to Trowa and Heero." "So...you haven't done this with Duo?" "Not yet. He's next on my list." Wufei preened. It was absurd, but he was proud that he hadn't come in last and he tamped down on the urge to gloat. "I can't believe you're going to do this all over again after three times in a row." Quatre shrugged as he slipped his pants back on. "Something I'm going to have to get used to, I guess." "Are you really okay with whatever this is?" "I'm better now than I was when I first found out. I think I'm starting to accept it." He leaned back and studied the blond. "This is permanent, isn't it? Whatever it is, it's not going to go away." Quatre's expression was decidedly remorseful as he sat back down and folded his hands on top of his desk. "I'm afraid not." "But you won't tell me now." "It's better if we do this in person." "Alright. I trust you." "I appreciate that. And, this may come back. This is all new to me, too, so I haven't tested the theory of how long this reprieve will last. So...if and when it comes back, just call me and we'll do this again." "I will." He smiled and stretched his muscles, elated when the maddening buzz of restlessness seemed to be gone. "I think I might actually sleep tonight." "Same here. I haven't been in much better shape than any of you, so...I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep. Especially since I have to work tomorrow." "Sounds like fun. Sally told me to take a few days off." "I'm happy to hear that. You probably need it. I slacked off the last few days, so I have to go back tomorrow." Wufei chuckled when Quatre's face twisted with disgust. "Yeah, but you're the boss so no one is allowed to give you a hard time." "Doesn't mean they won't try to. Anyway, I'm going to hop off here and get a snack before I call Duo." Wufei's heart throbbed with sympathy. Whatever was happening, it wasn't fair that Quatre had to exhaust himself by doing this over and over again. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," Quatre said, pinning that familiar smile he typically used for the benefit of others on his face. "It's not. It's not right that you're forced to do this." "Maybe not, but if I have to do it, there's no one else I would rather do it for than you guys." "Flatterer." "It's true. I love you guys more than anything. I would do anything for you." Wufei leaned forward and peered into the screen, needing to make sure the blond knew that the feeling was mutual. "And we would do anything for you, too. You know that, right?" Quatre winked cutely, looking like a rumpled cherub. "I know that. I hope you sleep well." "You, too. I'll see you Sunday, if not before then." He prayed this lull would last until the weekend, not wanting to put Quatre on the spot unless he absolutely had to. "Take care of yourself, baby." He was sure the surprise on Quatre's face at the pet name was reflected on his own. It was one thing to say that in the heat of the moment. It was quite another after the fact. "Goodnight, Wufei." The screen went black and he winced, giving himself a mental slap across the face. Why in the hell did I do that? Of course, it wasn't intentional. It slipped out of his mouth before he was even aware of it, something that was becoming increasingly alarming. And since when had he begun thinking of the blond in such an intimate way? He got up and dragged himself over to his bed, vowing to apologize as soon as they spoke again. Perhaps he'd send Quatre an email in the morning to let him know he hadn't meant that. For some inexplicable reason, he was anxious about scaring the blond off. This was new territory indeed. He crawled under the covers and laid down on his side, staring at the bottle of Valium. He briefly wondered if he should take one anyway, but the heaviness of his limbs and eyelids told him he didn't need it. He knew that tonight, sleep would not be a problem. With the last of his energy, he reached up, fumbling for the lamp switch, and then engulfed his room in darkness. It took less than twenty minutes for him to drift off and he slept deeper than he had in years. He dreamed vividly, he knew that, but by the time his alarm clock went off at seven, he could only remember fragments of them, like a puzzle that was missing key pieces. What he could remember left him feeling haunted. There were flickering memories of gazing into the mirror and seeing a monster staring back at him. All red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth on the surface, though he could still see glimpses of the real him behind it, occasionally appearing in opaque shades of gray. There were bits and pieces of dreams that featured physical and sexual violence and it frightened him because he couldn't remember if it was his own hands that were doing the ravaging. There was an image of Quatre, naked, restrained, and nearly catatonic with his creamy skin covered in welts and bite marks. And they weren't the kind of marks that could be construed as kinky. They were vicious, bruised and bloody, marring that perfect skin with the taint of unspeakable brutality. He remembered feeling rage, stronger than anything he'd ever felt before, as if he'd been possessed by something that could only come from the deepest recesses of Hell. Something he would only read about in books like Dante's Peak. It vibrated and simmered beneath his flesh like a living thing, giving off heat to rival that of the sun. There was something otherworldly about the dreams and not in the normal sense where dreams often seem that way. They left him feeling shaken and raw when woke up in the morning and saw the artificial light of L5 streaming in through his bedroom blinds. Though he couldn't remember, he was almost certain that he was not the culprit and neither were the other four ex-pilots. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did. It wasn't any of them who'd hurt Quatre in his dreams, but rather something he couldn't see. Something elusive, intangible, like a dark faceless entity. A disembodied demon, perhaps. He ran a hand through his mussed hair as he sat down at the table to eat his breakfast of rice porridge and tea. He was hungrier than he'd been in days and he scarfed down the food so fast, his stomach churned with queasiness afterwards. So far, his cock had remained soft and despite the lingering discomfort of the dreams, he felt sated and relaxed. The questions remained at the forefront of his mind and though Quatre had told him it wasn't anything he'd ever heard of before, curiosity got the best of him and he decided to spend the remainder of his morning pouring through internet search after Internet search, typing in every keyword he could think of both vague and specific, for just a hint of an answer. He found only a few obscure sites discussing the existence of Alphas and Omegas and he recalled Heero mentioning the same thing while looking for information that very first night. Initially, they merely seemed like conspiracy theory sites run by a bunch of wackos who believed in alien abductions and government coverups, but the more he delved into them, the more he discovered that many of the accounts matched up perfectly with everything they'd experienced so far. "Uncontrollable arousal, only relieved by sexual contact with an Omega, telepathic connections, and mind control...oh my," he mused as he sipped his tea. "Curiouser and curiouser." If this was what they were experiencing and Quatre was an Omega, then they'd somehow managed to create a bond with him that surpassed much of human understanding. Though the theories were colorful, imaginative, and rather entertaining to read, ranging from 'Omegas are God's angels' to 'Omegas are the spawn of the Devil' to 'Omegas are an advanced alien race here to better humanity'. "Always comes back to aliens, doesn't it?" He chuckled. In the old days before modern science, humans often chalked up the mysterious to invisible gods in the sky, or a little red man with horns and a forked tail. Of course many still did, but the more popular hypothesis nowadays was the influence, and sometimes the intervention of extraterrestrials. "I highly doubt Quatre is part of some distant alien race," he informed his computer. Heero, maybe. But definitely not Quatre. He wondered how accurate any of this information was. While the theories tended to be out there in the realm of the unbelievable, many of the symptoms appeared to be spot on. Then again, how likely was it that Quatre had some mysterious being inside him that could force a bond on people? Or was it even a being? Was it independently sentient, or simply an extension of its host? The fact that Omegas were theorized to be Newtypes was no coincidence. But then how likely was it that Newtypes existed? Newtypes were real, he knew that much, but it seemed that Omegas were a subset of Newtypes, though why that was even necessary remained to be seen. Sometimes evolution made sense only to itself. Mother Nature was notorious for guarding her secrets like a champion poker player holding his Royal Flush close to his chest. He glanced up at the clock, shocked when he realized it was nearly dinnertime. Though at the moment, he was more tired than hungry. He closed his laptop and set it aside, scooting further down the couch to settle in for a catnap. He would eat a light supper later after he woke up. His eyes drifted closed, a soft murmur of, "What is an Omega," on his lips. He did not receive an answer, but...maybe he'd find one in his dreams.
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