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"Halfway to Sublimity"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: When Duo moves to a new town on the river,
he meets a young man running the river and a rich boy who seems nice.
Maybe he'll settle down for awhile, or maybe not. "Halfway to Sublimity" Chapter Fourteen Heero, Quatre (POV)
Zechs led Heero and his friends to his private office off the foyer and closed the door. Heavy dark furniture, centuries old, seemed layered with lineage just like the tall man leaning on the edge of his desk. Heero was ready to withhold his judgment, but knowing that Colonel Merquise and Governor Treize had been childhood chums and military comrades of the man, didn't that loyalty come into question? Heero hoped Dekim Barton and the governor had no allegiance that would put this man's friendship with Winner to the test. "Man, what a fucking idiot. Quat, who was that fag-hater with Relena?" "Marquis Weiridge. I don't like him either, but, shhh, I think Zechs has something to say." "War," Zechs began. He looked out the window at the gray sky and distant trees thrashing in the rain. It was a fitting backdrop for the subject. Heero wanted him to just get on with whatever he had to say. "Far north there's civil war and blockades have been established up and down the routes to keep the opposition from getting southern goods. To strangle and isolate them." Zechs repeated with emphasis, "Duke Dermail ordered a blockade of the ports using his navy. As reasonable as this seems, there's more." Zechs pulled the heavy silk drapery to cordon off the dreary view. "On the other side of the northern border, foreigners are lending support to the rabble-rousers. To combat them and shut down those ports, he's engaged Dekim Barton. His mercenaries are to capture the protecting forts then occupy the port cities themselves. The duke can't use his own forces because-" "Because that would be illegal," Wufei put in. "It would be an act of aggression against our neighboring kingdom, and the Sanc citizenry wouldn't allow that unless there was proof of an act of war." "Correct, and, so far, he's keeping this skirmish secret. He's afraid it would be taken as a sign of weakness that he can't keep the peace. I just returned from a tour of duty in the North and saw for myself what was going on. So far, Barton's been unable to completely blockade the coast; there are simply too many inlets, islands, hidden coves, and bogs to guard completely. Many blockade runners are doing brisk business shipping arms, perfumes, and other luxuries and necessities through Barton's blockade. Pirates have taken wholesale smuggling to new technological heights." "Dekim, he's playing bod sides o'da war," Trowa said. "We know he's got folks in wid de pirates. We saw dem in Serendipity." Zechs nodded, accepting the information as something he'd already been familiarized with, and gazed at Winner. Heero hadn't thought it was that obvious and assumed Trowa had previously shared his suspicions and ideas with Winner. "Treize Khushrenada's the pivotal player, we think," Quatre said. "He's employed the engineer Tsubarov-- again. This time we all believe he's designed a steam engine, which Dekim heard about somehow and needs Treize to fund the building of them for powering boats." "Treize building and supplying Dekim Barton exclusively. That would be a dangerous combination. I know Treize holds an interest in a company making metal-clad wagons." Zechs shook his head in a way Heero thought was a pensive and sad wiping away of the possibility. Wufei smiled. "Oh my, it doesn't take much imagination to take that to Barton's mercenaries pirating about on powerful, armored steamboats." Hilde spoke up. "What if Dekim's taking money from the Duke to provide mercenaries to fight this civil uprising, and also money from Khushrenada to mess with the Duke's plans? He's smart and keeps that low key by using pirate attacks to wear away at the blockades." "And then Treize has the steam boat thing going to do what?" "To build a secret navy of his own," Zechs supplied. "Powered and reinforced, his navy would be unbeatable. He could attack through L3 or L4, come right up the Rogue. He'd own the trade, the ports, the supplies, and then he could starve Sanc Royal out, only Dekim's men would be onboard piloting." "And takin' it all over, eventually," Trowa muttered. "We must stop Dekim," Heero said. "With him dead, all the plots fail." "Dat's right. He has no number two, anymo." Heero and Trowa exchanged knowing looks. Trowa had been Dekim's number two man? No wonder he was desperately seeking Trowa! "Well, that's all well and good, but if it was that easy, someone would have eliminated him already." Wufei sounded confident, as if he knew he was right about that one. "A ts'ai'fa we'd call it in L5." "Zaibatsu," Heero said. "That means about the same thing in Japanese. It's a wealthy clique usually based on a single influential family. Odin told me my father was the head of such an organization. Their control spreads like a spider web." "A cartel," Winner commented quietly. "So let's knock 'im off and get it over with," Duo said. "Before they grow into a really big spider." Duo, Heero had discovered on numerous occasions, had a little spider phobia. "That's not so simple," Quatre began. "Dass rite. No one has 'cause he's on de move constantly and heavily guarded." "You are, all of you, right. Defeating Dekim Barton will be no easy feat; still, the man must be stopped," Zechs said. "Doing that could harm Treize and his interests. You know that. We know Treize is a friend of yours. Why are you helping us defeat the aims of your friend?" Heero asked, ever wary of the man serving with Treize and in the employ of the Duke. "Because... he is blind to what is right. Defeating the Duke is all he can see. It's like...he's lost all sense of priorities except for what brings him closer to the throne." "Our governor has no honor." That was Wufei's pronouncement. "Honor is the summa bona, the most desirable virtue for which man must aim." "So it seems," Zechs agreed, his voice low, his eyes reflecting the sadness of his heart. He ran his hand along the antique, worn desk and stared off to the side. Heero scanned the wall for the object of his fascination and landed on a portrait. He thought the wall hanging was seedy looking. A stalwart military figure, helmeted and upon a horse. Spots showed wear. The horse's tail was frayed to the raw backing. The horse and the rider were fading, as if the war had gone on too long. It was like that throughout the house, Heero thought. Nothing wasted or wrecked, just suffering from the onslaught of time. And the man standing in front of him kept constant contact with it. Was Zechs lost in the past? Comfortable in it? Or afraid of the future? "Someone's in someone's pocket," Duo said. "If you are in someone's pocket, you do everything that they want you to do. Dekim's got everyone in his pocket, including the governor and the Duke. Whatcha need is a pickpocket." "Clever and correct." Zechs smiled fractionally. "I do not wish to bring disgrace to Khushrenada's door, but to run this as a secret mission and prevent him from doing that which is as mistaken as the Duke." "So you and Quatre came up with some plan using us instead of your military buds to do...what?" Duo asked. That startled Zechs' eyebrows up into his bangs. Good, keep him on his toes. Heero bumped Duo lightly with his elbow and signaled "good job' with a quirky half-smile. "The future will progress whether you are a participator or not. It doesn't have to stop you. Not if you align yourself with a rich entrepreneur," Zechs said. This time he picked up a glass paper weight and rolled it around in his hand before looking askance at Winner. It would make a formidable weapon. Heero wondered what the two were up to and was getting tired of the game. So was Chang, it seemed. Wufei snorted. "Oh, like we've got those at our beck and call. I, for one, am not rolling in the dough." "Like Quatre, he means," Trowa said. "And do what?" Duo insisted. Hilde punched his shoulder. "Think! He means Quatre should start building steamboats." "Whoa! Where did that come from?" Duo said, waking up. "You're linking ideas faster than a sausage machine." "Dear Lord," Wufei groaned. "That's Lord Maxwell, to you." Duo grinned widely. "Can we get back to our topic?" Zechs asked. "And dat was...?" "Quatre building a steam boat." "Can he DO that?" "Of course I can't, Duo." Quatre sighed and started again. "Not yet, anyway. But, even if I had a factory and designs and handy employees, it would take time." "What if steamboats come here from somewhere else before we build ours?" Heero asked. "Then we'll build a bridge too low for the steamboats to go under." Quatre smiled. Back to bridge building. Heero wasn't convinced Zechs' family hadn't had a hand in the "Catalonia" bridge destruction of the past. Heero met Zechs' eyes, which. Zechs, Heero was pretty sure, would not be excited about building another bridge. As it turned out, he was right. "If we prevent the passage of steamboats, that would blockade all boats and effectively cut us off from all potential river trade, Quatre," Zechs said in an icy tone that had the same effect a slap would have. "Only from the north, if the bridge goes there," Quatre answered. "And a steam boat would be heavier than a regular boat, right? So it would have to sit lower in the water, which means they would have to keep to the deeper waterway. That means we just have to build part of a bridge through the deepest part to discourage steamboat traffic." "We don't have that kind of time. If Barton's thinking bigger, so do we. We have to be the first." Zechs turned his attention to the door. "We got all day to think of a plan, and believe me the way I'm thinking it's going to take all day!" Duo said [A/N: thank you Groucho Marx for that line. The office door opened and Noin popped her head in. "You are neglecting your other guests, Zechs." "I'll be there in ten minutes. You can cover for me, buy me that much more time, can't you?" "Of course! I said you were giving a tour, but still-" "Ten minutes." Noin dipped her chin in what was almost a salute then closed the door on her way out. "We must be first. We must be daring and be the first to build the steam-powered boats," Zech said. "Oh,dat's all dere is to it." Trowa's natural drawling manner softened the sarcasm a little. "Since we don't know how to build a steam engine, we'll have to get hold of the instructions. I think Winner and Merquise have already come up with a plan," Heero said, "or we wouldn't be here, some of you with fake titles. We're wasting time with bridge-building arguments. So what is your plan?" Quatre shot him a worried (guilty even?) look and shook his head. "Not every detail is set, but yes, we did come up with a plan to steal the designs, if it came to that. I was really hoping the bridge would be enough, but it's obvious now that it might only be a part of the solution." "Okay, I'll make this easy on ya. I'll do it. Born a pickpocket, always a pickpocket." "Duo, shut up." "You can dress 'em up, add a dollop of class with a title on top, but under it all is a-" "I said 'shut up,' idiot." Heero nudged him. Then he chuckled at Duo's put-out expression. "I was just saying, if ya gotta pull off a heist, use the one with the sticky fingers--," "We'll take that into account," Zechs said in a louder voice, to take control of the conversation. "Yes. Since Treize Khushrenada has the designs, it's his place we must get into. Wufei should have no problem." Quatre smiled his way. "Me-e--?" Wufei choked after the sudden intake of air. He coughed a couple times before continuing. "I can't just... waltz into his home!" "But he'd welcome you if you did show up." "What? No, that's just not--!" Hilde brushed Wufei's arm with a finger. "You know the governor, too? My, you do move in high circles." Her smile and lingering finger nearly sidetracked his train of thought. He simply sputtered from angry outburst to proud admission. Heero's appreciation for Hilde's many talents rose several notches based on that talent alone. "Yes, as a...ah...fencing partner. I am no thief in the night." "Of course you aren't." The way Hilde massaged Chang's ego made Heero smile. The master manipulator met his match in her. Wufei puffed up in front of his eyes like a cock in the henhouse and challenged the head cock. "What makes you think they'll be off their guard around me? I walk in, look around, and then ask them if I might get a look at the steam engine plans?" "Not like that, no. Duo should do that part and not until Duo gets to know the man better." Quatre's smile sweetened measurably. "What do you mean?" Duo, Heero thought, deserved praise for voicing his suspicions. Zechs appeared too accomplished, Quatre too naïve-looking, and both too rehearsed for his comfort. They already had set something in motion. Lord Maxwell. Lady Schbeiker. Miss Claire. What was Winner's angle? "Well, he'll probably invite you out for a drink," Quatre explained. Here it comes at last, Heero thought. "After you donate some money to his campaign. Political figures are always eager for money." "Donate?" Duo was reduced to single-syllable retorts. "He means," Zechs said, "Not only are you to put yourself in harm's way, you're to pay for the privilege. How clever of you to think this up, Winner." Quatre shrugged. "How else will you have an excuse to hang around, Duo? If you donate money, then Trieze'll be happy to see you and will, I'd lay my wages on it, invite you for a party up at his estate. Then you'll be able to have a look around." "You'd better do more than bet wages!" Duo yelled. "I got no money and I'm facking straight!" "As opposed to fucking straight," Trowa muttered quietly. "It's the truth!" Duo's voice rose to explain his point, translating his slang. "I'm aware of your financial situation, Duo, and your honesty as well as your sexual orientation is no secret, among friends." There's that little apologetic smile, Heero noticed. "I'll take care of your wardrobe. We probably wear the same size." Winner consoled him. "I'll bankroll the Lord Maxwell personna, okay?" "Oh, yeah? 'Kay... That includes fancy-ass clothes, 'cause what I'm wearing's my best, ya know." "God, yes." Zechs sighed loudly. "If you don't I will." "Hey!" Heero whispered into Duo's ear. "The clothes only make men like Khushrenada. You look fine without any clothes at all." "Eh? Oh, yeah..." Duo's blood flushed all the way up his neck to his cheeks. "Ah, so... ah... There's still el problemo, the 'IF he invites me to dinner.' That's one hell of a big IF." "Of course he will." "I'm that irresistible?" "No, well, possibly, but you're a source of financial gain for them and of ego gratification for..." Hilde cleared her throat. "He could accompany Wufei." "Leave me out of this, woman! If Duo wants to fall in with their plan then fine, but that's not reason for me to-" Hilde cleared her throat. "When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy." "Which is why I'm not-" "But you've got the chutzpah to pull it off." At Wufei's blank look Quatre tried to clarify. "You have the audacity and self-confidence this act will require." "Well, Duo's got it in spades." "And it will take us all, working together-" "De full deck. Spades, Hearts, Shamrocks, and Diamonds." "Oh how clever!" Hilde giggled. "Duo has the spades, Trowclair the lucky clover, Quatre and Zechs share the diamonds, and you and Heero provide the heart!" For that, all the men turned on her with chastising stares, not wanting to take verbal issue that seemed to say, "That was ridiculous." "Well, what do you want? It was a joke! Listen, you were all getting hot under the collar. Y'all have your tea-making kits and just about any tincture or powder you might need for your headaches or indigestion. Except for crabbiness-you haven't got one for that." Hilde sniffed, as if she had said this aloud and hoped the others would take it to heart. After a moment, Duo broke the tense silence. "So, which one of you's paying for the bridge and which for the steam boats?" Zechs smiled and shrugged his shoulders eloquently. "I don't know." Trowa pulled a coin from his pocket. "Heads is de steam boats; tails de bridge. Call it." "Heads." The coin glittered in its upward spiral and flashed candlelight on its way down. Trowa trapped it and when he uncovered the coin, announced "tails." "Damn," Zechs grumbled. "Lucrezia will hate me for this." "Not if you give her the satisfaction of blowing it up when this is all over," Duo said. Zechs eyes widened, giving away his shock that Duo should know about her possible tie to bridge defilement. When his eyes cast about for anyone noticing, they locked with Heero's an instant then looked away. How satisfying to know that Colonel Zechs Merquise was holding all the cards! On the way out of the room, Heero asked Trowa to see the coin. It had two sides, both identical and both tails. "What if he'd called tails?" Heero asked. "Den I do a bit o'slight of hand and use dis one." Trowa displayed a two-headed version of the other. "Whichever, non?" So, Barton was not above cheating for Winner. Could that be love, he wondered? (o) Warning: Lemon alert from here on out. The others had been dropped off at their homes and Hilde had excused herself to her room, leaving Quatre alone with Trowa. "Time to put Miss Claire away," Trowa said in his quiet tone. Quatre followed him to the bathroom across the hall from Quatre's private rooms. He leaned in the doorway. "Mind if I watch?" Quatre asked. "Non." Trowa set his cane aside and stood with his sore leg propped on a stool, still covered by the long flowing skirt. He removed and carefully adjusted the dark wig on its stand. He swabbed at a tub of white cream and cleaned the makeup off his face. He worked through a stack of cotton washing cloths before his suntanned face reappeared. "Messy. I'm so sorry you have to go through all this." Trowa shrugged. "Clown makeup is worse." Quatre smiled and led the way across the hall to Trowa's room. Thinking he should give Trowa some privacy, but unable to leave him, Quatre stepped to the window and peered out into the night. He could hear Trowa unbutton the woman's fitted jacket and blouse, remove both, the silk rustling, and hang them over the back of a chair. "I could use a hand." Trowa was seated in the chair skirts pulled up around his waist. At some point he must have pulled out one of his undershirts, because now he wore a clean-but-tattered-at-the-cuffs white linen shirt on top, and his loose underwear below. He unfastened the skirt and numerous slips and with Quatre's assistance pulled them over his head. Quatre stowed them in a corner. This left Quatre alone with a half-dressed Trowa in the small, smart room attached to Quatre's private quarters. The air was warm, so his lightly dressed state didn't seem to bother Trowa; in fact, his highest priority appeared to be a smoke. He held out a cigarette to light-- to God, if no one else came through-- so Quatre took the glass chimney off a lit lamp and used that to ignite it. Trowa sat back and blew a thin veil of smoke. Quatre watched the aluring lips pull into a contented smile. To get his highly imaginative mind off the handsome young man stretched out in front on him, he began to talk. "Khushrenada is doing his rounds of the country and coming over in a couple days," Quatre said. "Heero may have to work the river alone for a few days, because I want both Wufei and Duo here to meet the governor. I'll ask Miss Hilde to accompany Heero while he moves his freight. That should be interesting." "Hmmm. You've been dinking a lot. You believe you can cover de costs? Building engines, boats, bridges-dat's expensive." "Which is why we needed Zechs Merquise, as you know. Thank you for seeing to that little detail for me." "I dink you can charm me into doing most anyting." And you, me. "Oh, I'm sure you have limits, although, I might test them." Quatre realized he meant that personally as well, and turned away before Trowa could see his burning cheeks. The chair creaked and he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. "Quatre, mon ami, you surprise me. You're shifty. Devious." "I've always been devious." "To be successful in de world of big business, I suppose, you must be, but I meant how you use your friends." "I don't use-" "I should steal de plans. It should be me taking de risks, not Duo. You know dat." "Duo is the right one to do this. You may not be healed sufficiently in time. Wufei can distract Treize. Heero can back him up; kill if necessary to protect him." "Dat's important?" "I-I couldn't do that...kill... to protect you, I don't think." Quatre looked a little ashamed then confessed, "The nearest I have ever come to dying was death-by-ennui over a cup of tea with my sisters." Trowa smiled. "If I were going to commit a crime, you're about de last person I'd ask to be my accomplice." Quatre's pale, blond eyebrows arched over his innocent, startled blue eyes as he reared back slightly. If that was an insult- and it did seem to have been intended as such- it had to be one of the strangest insults Quatre had ever heard. Feeling mulish and put-upon, he said, "Oh, well, that makes it all right, then." Trowa stood and moved on him immediately, closing in on his personal space with shuffling steps. "Listen, I didn't mean it in a bad way." "Oh, I didn't take it in a bad way, however, how was I supposed to take it?" "I, ah, just meant dat you are too familiar a face, too honest and upstanding-" "Oh spare me the sap, Trowa. You make me out to be some kind of a pansy-ass rich boy afraid to get his hands dirty and too disinterested to get involved." "Well, aren'tcha?" "No!" Quatre said, coldly and obsequiously then his face changed, softening with his next words. "And yes. In a way. You see, I sometimes feel, too much. Empathy, you know." "Oh, I'll bet. Having perception like that must hurt like hell. Like cutting your teeth on glass." "Um, hmmm. You put it so well. But it's better than sleepwalking through life; at least, I think so. Still--," he paused to draw a breath and let it out slowly. "I'm also really lonely, and I'd like some excitement to come into my life. Starting with you." Quatre knew from past experience that he should not plunge headlong into a love affair. He should stand back, take the longer view, measure the lay of the land, judge whether the footing was really safe, court his target, at least for a while, on other terms. But he could think of no other terms; he couldn't imagine their carefully stepping around one another, assessing the risks. When he finally awoke from their embrace, he had decided it wasn't to go to bed alone. "Trowa-" "Qui?" "I don't want to be alone any more, and certainly not tonight." "But am I what you need?" "You're a man. That's good for starters." Quatre smiled and let his heart open. "A good man, deep down." "Well, dat's good to know." He stamped out his cigarette. "I know you'd be good for me...to me." "Oh, dat's a lot of pressure to put on me, don't you dink?" "Is it? Really? I know you can kiss. I feel it all the way to my toes when you kiss me." "Toes? Oh, dat's profound...close to, say, bottomless?" "Kiss me hard." Trowa did. A wave of relief washed over him, Trowa's. At last he broke through Trowa's reticence. And then he knew they'd made progress when he felt a hand move from around his waist to tug at his shirt and slip under to caress his skin. "Dis wat you had in mind?" "My mind? Oh, my mind moved past this hours ago and right on to the hot and sweaty part." Trowa growled and pressed closer, loosening buttons from waist to neck. He pealed both the shirt and vest off Quatre in a single, desperate yank. The clean, clear white skin revealed beneath erupted with goose bumps. "Ummm, oh... bedroom... next door," Quatre said. His breath came uneven as he shivered, but the air was warm. "Oh, God." The air tingled, crackling with excitement. Trowa dropped his shirt and cane to the floor next to the pastel clothes. What a beautiful musculature, Quatre thought! The trim waist... He wrenched his eyes off the tantalizing torso with great difficulty. This was a body sculpted by hard work and weather worn. The boys, or men, willing to sleep with Quatre in the past had never lifted a weight heavier than a chair to sit upon. Breathe! Quatre waved to an adjoining door then caught Trowa, supporting most of his weight off the lame leg. "This way. Got you!" Still wrapped around the other young man, Quatre lumbered and stumbled in the direction of his room. Chest slapped chest, sweat slicked, burning with urgency. He flicked the door latch and they crashed through. He kicked it, and the door slammed shut as Quatre fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Trowa along with him. Rock hard muscles pressed into his chest and rope-roughened hands kneaded his shoulders. But it was the raspy, sex-charged voice that left Quatre undone. "Dis okay? Not too heavy, am I?" "N-no. I mean, yes! Oh, Trowa!" Trowa smashed his mouth onto Quatre's, silencing his cries. It was slow at first but the passion was there and things began to pick up. Quatre leaned into him more, sliding his tongue into his mouth and moaning as Trowa duplicated his effort. Quatre's raked through the straight, brown hair and down his back, while the other free hand slid down the lean sides to Trowa's waist. They lay kissing and holding each other in their underwear. Once again, Quatre had to initiate the next step. His hands crept to Trowa's waistband and pushed and wiggled the shorts down. One look at that bare ass and Quatre moaned. "God, take me!" Trowa remained on top of the slightly shorter young man and resumed kissing. His hands inched from Quatre's ivory neck down Quatre's back until Quatre, in spite the weight on top of him nearly went mad with waiting and struggled out of his underwear. Quatre could tell Trowa was nervous from the tentative touches. And even though those rough hands, moving slow and gentle, sent tingles through him with every caress, Quatre wanted release and fast. Trowa, however, wasn't even erect. This posed a challenge, and Quatre loved a challenge. He moved a leg up under him and flipped them over. Once on top, Quatre attacked that enticing chest. Licking and kissing the muscles rippling just beneath the browned skin. Trowa's reactions were dynamic, for so quiet a man, his lurching and squirming. He sucked in a breath-load of air as Quatre attached his lips limpet-style to one of his brown nipples. As his tongue rubbed the small nub, Quatre could feel Trowa's cock grow and turn rock hard. Finally! He latched onto the other and sucked until Trowa groaned and bucked under him. That's more like it! Quatre chuckled and ran a line with his wet tongue down to Trowa's waist, and stopped. He looked up and waited until Trowa met his gaze. He flashed a quick smile then went down, devouring the head of Trowa's cock with his lips. "Ah!" Trowa closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure. It was kind of awkward but they both figured out a rhythm. Quatre bobbed his head up and down while Trowa slowly moved his hips foreword. Quatre settled one hand on his hips, making sure Trowa wouldn't jump harder and choke him. Determined to tantalize him some more, Quatre cautiously licked around the slit and crown, and elicited short gasps. When he took the shaft in his hand and squeezed and pulled, Trowa gripped the sheets at his sides, twisted them, nearly tearing them apart, and cried out. Slowly and deliberately, Quatre continued his love-making. He took the bell-shaped top into his mouth, slid it past moist lips, and welcomed it into the warmth and wetness of his mouth. Quatre opened his eyes and watched the dark curly pubes go in and out of focus. Each time he was as far down as he could go, the musky smell of his crotch intensified and that in itself was sufficient reason to keep going. Trowa moaned low and moved his cock deeper inside. That was Quatre's cue to end his suffering. The thick shaft sliding over Quatre's tongue excited him so thoroughly, did didn't let up when Trowa thrashed about. He sucked harder and felt Trowa's balls tighten. "Ugh!" Trowa grunted as he released. Quatre sucked and swallowed and licked until he heard Trowa sigh. He allowed the limp cock to slip free and drop to his lover's groin. Feeling it was his turn, he sat up, straddling Trowa's hips, his own cock alert and perky. "How do you want me?" Trowa's face blanched. Quatre didn't understand, but a wash of fear flooded his senses. "Trowa? What's wrong? What did I do wrong?" Strong fingers grasped his shoulders and wrestled him to the bed. They lay side by side, panting, aroused, but mutually confused. He let Trowa gather his thoughts and speak first. "Not a t'ing, mon petite." Trowa sighed, released his grip, and raked his fingers through his long bangs, brushing them to the side. "I just... it's just-" "I'm not appealing?" Trowa chuckled softly and rubbed his erection against Quatre's leg. "Oh, you are most appealing. Quatre. To tell de trud, I've never...been wid a man befo." "Oh..." Quatre brightened. "Oh, really? Is that all?" "Isn't dat enough?" "Well, have you had any sex? You kiss wonderfully!" Trowa blushed to his roots. "Yeah." "Well, let's not talk about that now. Let's have fun!" "Okay. Good idea. Let me try w'at you did." Quatre, bubbling with excitement, stretched out, spread-eagled on the bed. "Ready!" Trowa went down on him with the enthusiasm of a rookie and was all too soon confronted with his lack of experience. He gagged and pulled off, coughing. "Sorry 'bout dat." "Don't rush yourself, just keep doing what you were doing. It felt great." Trowa nodded and tried again. This time, he spent more time on just the head and put his tongue to work. "Grab it." Trowa wrapped an obedient hand around Quatre's shaft, jerking him off with his mouth at the top. He added suction and was rewarded with low moans. Getting the hang of it, Trowa unleashed his passion and worked his dick with more vigor. After a few minutes of sucking and pulling, Quatre knew he was close, but Trowa was going down on him again. This time more cautiously. He sucked the length further inside until Quatre felt his dick pressing against the back of his throat. He pulled back slightly and Trowa bobbed up then down again. It didn't take them long to get a rhythm going this time. Trowa fondled his plump scrotum and pushed harder, trying to get him past his gag reflex. There were a few more near misses, but Trowa succeeded in swallowing him deeper inside. Quatre gasped sharply as Trowa held him down his throat, swallowing some more and working his cock with his throat muscles. Where a novice like him had ever gotten that idea, Quatre didn't know. He'd never felt anything like it! An entirely a new twist! He held Trowa's head in place with both hands. Trowa needed a breather, though, and backed off, exposing Quatre's blood-filled cock to the air; slick with spit, it pulsed. Trowa looked at it with a renewed interest. Now that he knew it so intimately, he couldn't help but see it in a different light than before. He had tasted him, felt him slide inside, felt his warmth and throbbing flesh. The width and length and the slight upward curve had become familiar to him. He firmly wrapped a hand around the needy-looking shaft, and moved it up and down out. Quatre panted and watched in amazement, it felt like he'd had been doing this forever. What pleasure! His eyes glazed over and closed, his mouth with the moist, kiss-bruised lips opened, his nostrils twitched. His cock throbbed in his lover's hand and with a sharp intake of breath he clenched his teeth. So close...NOW! His jaw relaxed and with a telltale jerk of his head, his muscles tensed and his seed shot out. The last few spurts ended up on Trowa's hand. Trowa dropped on his back beside him and with a lazy smile he beckoned Quatre to join him. Quatre rolled over halfway onto Trowa, who was gazing at his wet palm and the cum on it. It glistened and rolled slowly over his skin. Quatre casually brought his hand to his mouth and licked some off. Trowa watched, intent on the pink active tongue. "'That's so hot," he said and moved in for a kiss. His tongue played with Quatre's, dabbing in his cum. Quatre smiled, and then hugged him again. "Since I've met you, I wanted to do this." Trowa kissed him. "I woulda been too shy any sooner dan dis." "You know now you don't have to be with me. There's going to be love between us and I'll tell you now, when we're here, this is a safe zone from the outside world where we can't do it." "Safe. Okay."
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