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"One Thing Leads "Written By: Presser
Disclaimer : I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters. This work of fiction is written and shared freely without any attempt to profit financially from it. Pairings: 1x2, 3x4 Summary: An exploration of sexual addiction and its consequences. Warnings: Intense lemon fic, including one group sex scene near the end. Voyeurism is a focus; lust and lewdness is central. AU, Character personalities differ from the series, sometimes greatly. Lots of gratuitous sex, but yet (incredibly) there is, indeed, a plot. AN: I've chosen to omit abuse from the warnings, and I expect some will think this is wrong. No physical harm comes to any character, and the emotional damage described is unintentional. "One Thing Leads"
Heero Yuy leveled his most intense gaze at the blond bombshell standing in front of him. "Absolutely nothing," he said. Quatre Winner's smile remained lively. His eyes glittered. Duo Maxwell stood between his friend, Quatre, and his partner, who still sat in the La-Z-Boy, arms crossed, elbows planted on his knees. His eyes bounced from one man to the other. Suddenly, just above Duo's shoulders, two super-deformed chibi versions of himself appeared in the air, beating tiny wings. To his right, Chibi Angel Duo gasped and said, /Can you believe what Quatre just said? He's proposing a--/ Chibi Devil Duo, floating near Duo's left ear, interrupted. /A threesome./ The devil's batwings brushed the edge of his full-size counterpart's ear. Real Duo blinked. He shook his head a tiny bit, trying to clear what was obviously a hallucination from his mind. Devil Duo snickered. He swished his scaly tail, almost touching Real Duo's cheek. /You've always thought he was hot./ /But you told him you're with Heero,/ Angel Duo said. /Remember?/ Devil Duo leaned closer to Duo's left ear. His voice was low and honeyed. /That's why Quatre's idea is so perfect. Quatre wants to do you/ and /Heero. Together. Doesn't that sound...inviting? Maybe even...delicious?/ The devilish chibi copy of Duo swished his tail again. Angel Duo sputtered nonsense syllables, then recovered his composure and said, /Look at Heero's eyes./ Duo did. He saw the fierce determination there. /And,/ Angel Duo said, /didn't he just say "Absolutely nothing?"/ /What was the question again?/ Devil Duo said, suddenly displaying his most innocent-looking face. Duo's eyes shot to the left. /Did I just hear two voices?/ He saw that Chibi Devil Duo had split to become two miniature demons, both beating their batwings in unison over his left shoulder. /The question,/ Angel Duo said, /was "What are we going to do about it?" And Heero said--/ /Do about what?/ said the Devil Duos, suddenly three instead of two. One fluttered downward to stand on Real Duo's shoulder. He smirked as he put a tiny hand on the side of Duo's neck and stroked it. Duo swallowed audibly. Heero heard it and glanced at Duo. Duo met his gaze. In his peripheral vision He saw Quatre move and turned to face him. "Well, Duo," Quatre said, still grinning, "what do /you/ say about it?" /Yesss/! Hissed the growing chorus of Devil Duos, grown to number five. /No!/ shouted Angel Duo, feeling lonely and outgunned. The beating of his white-feathered wings slowed, and he sank to rest on Duo's left shoulder. Real Duo blinked. He looked from Quatre to Heero and back. Swallowed again. Seven chibi devil versions of himself floated to the left side of his head. The second one, who had settled on his shoulder, reached up and began to caress his earlobe. All of them started chanting. /DO it, DO it, DO it, DO it.../ /Don't,/ whispered a solitary voice into his right ear. /You love Heero. What you have together is--/ Two of the devils flew too close and bumped their wings. They collided with two more. Four tails whipped through the air as their owners tried to keep their balance. The quartet's chant disintegrated as they began to argue and wrestle together, their wings and tails entangled. /Get off!/ /No, you!/ /You started it!/ The other three dropped the chant and began yelling random lecherous phrases as the four fighting devils careened out of control. /Don't give away what you and Heero have,/ pleaded the voice on his right. Half a dozen devil wings bumped into Real Duo's left ear, tails darted out to tickle his neck. He shook his head and brushed fingers over his ear and shoulder, causing all seven Chibi Devil Duos to pop out of existence with the musical whooshing sound that accompanies expiring Naruto clones. Angel Duo cheered. He kissed Real Duo's right earlobe and confidently said, /Good luck!,/ then twirled like a top and vanished soundlessly. The war with his inner voices had taken mere seconds, but it delayed Duo's response to Quatre's question long enough that Heero called his partner's name, his low, growly voice rising in pitch on the final syllable to produce a questioning inflection full of threatening implications. "Duo?" He raised one eyebrow. Duo stammered. "I--I'm not s- sure that's such a good idea, Quatre." Quatre's smile collapsed, replaced by lips drawn together in an almost-pout under raised eyebrows. "What's not a good idea?" "What you--" "I didn't suggest anything." He paused. "I just observed that we're all attractive and, unless I'm missing something, attracted to each other." Another pause. "Then I asked what we should do about that." He batted his eyelashes and turned toward Heero. "What did you think I had in mind?" Heero, still glaring, shifted his gaze to Quatre. "Does it matter? If it involves me and Duo having sex with someone besides me and Duo, we're not interested." He held Quatre's eyes, fighting a powerful urge to look at his partner for his reaction. After a tense moment of silence, Quatre spoke with a neutral tone, keeping his eyes on Heero's. "Is that the way /you/ feel, Duo?" "Yes," he said meekly, then added another thought, speaking each word with more confidence than the previous. "Yes, it is. Quatre,"- the blond man looked from Heero to Duo--"I told you in the car that I think you're sexy, and that, if I wasn't already with Heero, I'd probably have pursued you." Heero jerked his head toward Duo, his face showing an intense mix of anger and surprise. "But Heero's right. We're a couple. Sex is something--" Quatre's musical laughter stopped Duo cold. "Please," he said. "You're not really going with the 'sex is a sacred trust between two lovers' thing, are you?" He moved to sit on the couch. As he did, Duo stepped
toward the recliner to stand next to Heero, who put his arm around
Duo's waist, Duo appreciated the gesture; he hope Quatre saw it as protective, not of him as much as of he and Heero as a couple. "I mean," Quatre said, "I understand
love, tenderness, relationship, committment--all that stuff. Oh, don't
look so surprised. I'm in a Heero and Duo stared at Quatre as their mouths slowly dropped open. "True," Quatre said, exuding his easy grace and charisma. /He's as relaxed as a house cat sunning itself,/ thought Duo. /I can't fucking believe this,/ thought Heero. "Trowa and I have been together for three-and-a-half years. And we love each other. Really." "And I think," Quatre said, lowering his voice to speak with a conspiratorial tone, "he's close to popping the question." He looked away with a shy smile as he said, "I can tell about these things." He lifted his eyes to look into Heero's. "And he's the one, you know? I'm ready. I want to spend my life with him." Heero drew back his head, astonished at the sudden sincerity in the lithe young man sitting across from him. "But that doesn't have a thing to do with sex," he said. He looked from Heero to Duo, then back. "Sex is just recreation. Sure, it does get kind of personal, I admit that, but a good fuck between friends? What's wrong with that?" His smile was dazzling. /This is unbelievable,/ thought Duo. Once again, Heero turned from Quatre's bright aquamarine
eyes, his baby-fine blond hair, and his hardened nipples prominent
under his "Quatre, if anyone could entice me, I'm sure it'd be you. I don't know how Heero feels about you--well, I guess I do," he said, blushing at the memory of Heero on his back on the flattened La-Z-Boy trying to hide his erection moments ago. Heero blushed in response to the same memory. Quatre's smile faded as his expression grew serious, but his eyes remained bright, his gaze steady. "But sex is different for everybody, isn't it? For you, a roll in the hay with someone you know is just a good time. Nothing personal, right? Just fun with a fuck buddy." Duo drew a big breath and exhaled. "But for me, and I think, Heero, too--" he glanced down for encouragement and received a warm smile and a gentle squeeze of his hip--"sex /is/ something special. My body is something I give to someone I care about." "No problem," Quatre said, seemingly unfazed by Duo's mild rebuff. "I understand." He looked from Duo to Heero. "Really. I may sleep around, but so does my lover.
We have an open relationship, and we like it. Keeps what we have between
us from He smiled again. "Besides, when it's all said and done, it's Trowa I go home with. He's the one I live with; he's the one I love." Pause. "Do you understand?" All three men stared in silence, motionless except for eyes flicking back and forth. Then Heero spoke. "Understand?" he said quietly, his angry expression gone. "Yes, I understand what you're saying, Quatre." He dropped his hand from Duo's hip as he shifted in his seat. Duo looked down at him, then sat on the floor beside the recliner. "But I want /you/ to understand, too. "Me. "Duo. "Us." He paused, then drew breath. "Neither of us are prudes. We have a healthy sex life, and we aren't ashamed of that. But inviting someone into our bed...well, I guess what I have to say is it's not something I've ever thought of. Certainly haven't ever considered it." Another pause. Duo spoke. "Quatre, I hope--" "Say no more," Quatre said with a big smile. "I'm certainly not interesting in forcing myself on you." He paused. "Together or separately." Duo looked at Heero, flicked his eyes at Quatre, then
down at the floor. Heero looked over Quatre's shoulder at the bedroom
door, his Quatre sat quietly, looking from Duo to Heero. Suddenly the whir of the air conditioner was loud in Duo's ears. He looked up to see a gentle smile on Quatre's face. "You two," Quatre said, and Heero looked at him, "are great, you know? I mean that sincerely." He stood, sighing and stretching fists above his head. Both Heero and Duo froze, unable to turn their eyes away from the boy before them as the hem of his turquoise tee rose from the waistband of his white short-shorts to show tan, muscled abs divided by a blond treasure trail that crept upward, fading away just below the dimple of his navel. Quatre continued his stretch by bending backward. His
shirt lifted further to skirt the bottom of well-developed pecs. His
hips jutted Quatre straightened and shook himself, then ran the fingers of both hands through his hair. He grinned as his bangs fell to his forehead. "Well, I want to thank you both," he said, ignoring the blush on the face of each of his hosts. "The barbecue was great. Where'd you say it was from?" Heero tore his eyes from Quatre's crotch. "Uh, Robinson's. Robinson's Ribs." "You're not going, are you?" Duo said. Quatre looked surprised. Duo pointed at the boy's bag on the sofa. "You brought up your laptop so we could watch a movie together." Quatre studied Duo's face for a moment. Nothing changed in his demeanor, but he seemed to quickly reconsider a decision before reaffirming his choice. "Oh, well, after what we--I mean, after what I just said, I doubt either of you want to spend any more time with me. I should go and let you two relax." He turned and picked up his bag. Heero stood. "Listen, Quatre," he said, eyes on the floor, "I--I'm--" "Heero, you don't need to apologize. I'm the one who was inappropriate. And I really am sorry I offended you." "You didn't off--" "Of course I did," Quatre said, laughing musically, "but that's okay. At least, as long as we can still be friends, it is." He put out his hand. Heero looked up to see the blond man wearing a genuine smile. He took Quatre's hand and shook it, the warmth and strength of it sending tingles up his forearm and down his chest to encircle his balls. For the second time, Heero held it a beat too long as he gazed into eyes sparkling with mirth. Quatre released Heero's hand and turned to Duo. "Still friends?" "Of course." Quatre leaned the slightest bit toward Duo, inhaling loudly, then pulled away, deciding against reaching out for a hug. "Okay, then," he said, exhaling noisily. "I'll be seeing you at school, I guess." Duo nodded without speaking. Quatre turned back to Heero. "And it was really good to meet you. You're everything Duo said you were, and more." Heero blinked without responding. Quatre turned, walked to the door. "Bye." Duo and Heero each echoed the word mechanically as Quatre Winner walked through the door and shut it behind him. They stood motionless, staring at the door as if it would break the silence between them. Both jumped when the door suddenly opened. Quatre popped his head in and said most charmingly, "Oh, and I want you both to know that if you'd ever reconsider..." He grinned broadly. "Nah, you won't. But a guy can dream, can't he?" He closed the door a second time. Heero and Duo listened as the blond boy's musical laughter faded toward the stairs at the end of the hallway. Duo heard something close at his right ear. He shot
his eyes rightward without moving his head to see Chibi Angel Duo
fluttering in the air /I'm so proud of you./ /Well,/ Real Duo thought, /I don't know--/ Angel Duo vanished as Duo looked up to see Heero standing in right front of him, almost nose to nose. "Wha--? Heero, what are--" He put his hands on Duo's hips and closed the distance between their noses. Duo's eyes grew wide. Heero spoke in a sultry growl. "I have never," he said, doling out his words slowly, "been so horny in my life." A feral grin, not unlike that of a hungry Arctic wolf closing on its prey, spread across his face. Duo's eyes went wider. He blinked. Twice. Heero kissed him without warning, an impulsive, ferocious
action, thrusting his mouth onto his lover's, driving the boy's lips
apart Duo was motionless for only a second before Heero's sexual energy and tension ignited the same in him. Arousal flamed in both men. Duo shot his hands between Heero's arms and torso, his fingers curling up and over the man's shoulders. He wiggled them under his partner's loose blue tank top to touch the smooth skin of his neck, surprised at how warm it was. Heero moved his hands from Duo's hips to his face. Tongues warred as both deepened the kiss. Libido rose in sync with quickening pulse. Passion exploded in heart and belly and groin. They simultaneously pushed away, both so attuned to the inevitability of their next actions that words were unneeded. Fingers clawed at shirts and belts, roughly pulled them, dropped them to the floor. Heero shoved Duo's pants down as he knelt and took the cock before him full in the mouth in one smooth motion. Duo gasped, bucked his hips, groaned. He bent at the waist and buried his fingers in his lover's thick brown hair. Heero worked his partner's penis aggressively, his head bobbing down the shaft and up to tongue the slit. He reached for Duo's balls, cupped them in his hand, rolled them with his fingers. His other hand moved to the base of the cock and grabbed it. He pumped roughly. Duo's thighs trembled, his belly exploded with trilling sensations that skittered in all directions across heated skin. Not sixty seconds had passed since their kiss, yet Duo was already approaching his climax. He stammered between ragged breaths: "Hee-ro, I'm gon-na cu-um." Heero sped up his manipulations, holding the barest tip of Duo's cock in his mouth, teeth just at the ridge of the head so he could pump harder. He felt his own erection thudding against his thigh as he brought Duo off. /My balls are so tight they're going to explode./ At the first spurt of ejaculate, Heero dropped his hands, opened his mouth, and plunged forward, lips traveling down half the length of his lover's shaft. Duo's hips bucked toward Heero. He leaned back, but Heero grabbed his hips and pulled them to his face, the head of his partner's pulsating cock bumping the back of his throat, flooding his mouth with hot semen, thick and edgy with the faint tang of salt. Duo screamed. "Heero! God, oh god! Heero! Fuckfuckfuck!" Heero backed off as Duo's orgasm subsided, making room
for the last of the boy's fluids, trying not to swallow. He tilted
his head back as he took the penis, still fully hard, with one hand
and guided it past his lips. His mouth was almost full, creamy jizz
lapping at his lower He released Duo's cock and looked up to see his partner's hands at the back of his head, fingers crammed into the thick auburn hair there. He pulled them away, leaving the top of his braid mussed. Heero watched him shudder, pale shoulders undulating back and forth as he twisted his hips. His fingers moved to tweak his nipples, which were plumped by feverish blood surging through his veins, the large brown-sugar areolae tipped with stiff nubs glowing like dark cherry rosebuds. Heero swallowed, reducing the boy cream in his mouth by half. He plunged two fingers into the mix of semen and his own saliva and swirled them, then lifted a large dollop. He raised his other hand, cupped it under the two dripping fingers, and moved them between Duo's legs. When he touched his partner's anus, Duo groaned and bent slightly at the knees, lowering his hips and spreading his legs to give Heero easier access. Heero rubbed the slick-sticky liquid over the sensitized ring of muscle, then pushed his index finger inside. Duo pushed down gently with his pelvic muscles to diminish resistance to Heero's penetration. He licked his lips as they spread in a lascivious grin under eyelids that fluttered in anticipation. Heero thrust into Duo until both knuckles were within the man, then crooked his finger. When he found his goal, rivulets of electricity spawned from his gentle prodding ricocheted across Duo's prostate to reanimate his softening cock. Duo bent his knees further, trying to drive Heero's finger further into him. But Heero pulled back. Then plunged forward. Again. And again. He added his other finger, twisted the pair to stretch Duo, preparing him for his own cock, which throbbed with aching need. Duo groaned. Heero brought the hand cupped under his fingers to his mouth, shoved all but his thumb into the remaining liquid, and scooped it out. He swallowed the remaining dregs noisily. As he continued to probe Duo, he rubbed four gooey fingers against his palm, then reached for his groin. He fumbled with the waistband of his briefs, slid his hand underneath, and grabbed his dick. He had been on his knees for barely five minutes, but they were already tingly from circulation cut off. His cock responded to the touch it had burned for with an explosion of sensation that sent Heero rocking back. His fingers came out of Duo's ass. He fell backward onto his butt, hand still in his underwear, wrapped around his cock. He raised his head to keep from bumping it on the floor, letting his shoulder blades take the brunt of the gentle fall. His feet protested with angry pain signals, and Heero dragged them from beneath his ass and spread them to the sides. They collided with the bottom edge of the couch, forcing him to struggle for a comfortable position. When Heero's fingers left him, Duo straightened, opened his eyes, and saw what had happened. "You're still hungry, aren't you?" Heero moaned, unable to form a coherent thought. Duo bent and took his lover's head in his hands, pulled him up and forward, kissed him. The motion made him lose his footing. He rocked forward and fell. Elbows and knees went in all the wrong directions. Heero tried to remove his hand from his briefs, but Duo's hip trapped it there. Sweat, musk, salt. Sticky. They separated themselves. As they stood, Heero took Duo's shoulders. He guided the man to the couch, roughly sat him down. Again no words were needed; instinct prevailed as they performed the ballet of laying back, spreading legs, slicking Duo's heated opening a second time, then Heero kneeling on the cushion, shoving his briefs down, positioning his cock, and entering his partner. # /He leaned into me, and god-oh-god, but it felt good. I wasn't fully prepped, so it hurt, too, but that was only for a few seconds./ /I loved the feeling of him filling me up; loved the way it made us one./ /I loved the shoving, the sparks he struck from my prostate, the way he made my hips toll like the Liberty Bell./ /When he's close to coming, he always leans forward,
like he can't get close enough, his chest almost touching my face,
and this cloud of /That night he gave me exactly what I wanted, what I always beg for. He knows I like it rough; he knows I want to be mastered./ # /I couldn't get inside him fast enough. To see him there, half clothed, his creamy skin slick with arousal, legs spread, his half-lidded eyes begging for it, well, it drove me out of my mind./ /No way was I going to tease him into insanity that night./ /I knew I hadn't prepped him completely, but he likes it rough, and I was too far gone to think about anything but getting off inside him./ /God, but he was so tight, so warm, so everything I wanted./ /And he really is all I want, all I need./ /So why was I seeing that fucking tease beneath me?/ /It's Duo I loved, but Quatre I saw; Duo I wanted, but the hot blond body of his friend that enflamed me; it's Duo I needed, but his classmate that I--/ /But I couldn't bring myself to say it, then, not even to myself./ # /God, I was so hard, even though I had just come just moments ago./ /He shifted, and it startled me./ /Then I realized it was his hands on my ass, lifting me so he could do me harder./ /I remember thinking,/ Do it, Heero, do it. Do me. /Then my hand found my cock, and--oh god--I knew I would come again, just as hard as before./ /As my hand blurred up and down my dick, I thought the words I couldn't say but wanted to say, was afraid to say:/ I love you, Heero Yuy, more than anyone. I want you more than anything in the world. /So why was I seeing that fucking tease above me?/ /It's Heero I loved, but Quatre I saw; Heero I wanted,
but the hot blond body of my friend that enflamed me; it's Heero I
needed, but my /But I couldn't bring myself to say it, then, not even to myself./ # When Heero came, all his muscles stiffened. He drove
his cock into Duo as far as he could, his balls against his lover's
ass. Duo's hand The sudden force of Heero's weight should have thrown
off Duo's rhythm, but he didn't stop his stroking. Heero's sweat,
his scent, so "Ohgodohgodohgod!" Suddenly Heero was a hungry Arctic wolf, taking Duo as his own. Suddenly Duo was a hungry Arctic wolf, willingly submitting to his mate. As they descended from the impossible height of their orgasms, passion spent, panting for breath, each man suffered a new desire, one unknown by either before, a feeling not sought bloated with lust, laced with terror and pain and the hot ache of yearning for what had always been taboo. In each man's mind loomed the aquamarine eyes of Quatre Winner, his lecherous grin, his bulging shorts. Heero closed his eyes and put his head on Duo's shoulder. Duo closed his eyes and turned his head away to make room for Heero's forehead against his neck, then opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling as the feeling of Heero's cheek sliding across his slick chest, so unusual, stirred doubt and confusion in his mind. /He never does this,/ Duo thought. /He always makes me look him in the eyes./ /Something's not right./ Heero opened his eyes and listened to Duo's heartbeat, a thrumming that didn't slow as it should have, as though something beneath his lover's breastbone was panicked, wanted out, but couldn't find a way. /He always kisses me,/ Heero thought, /to break the spell of me owning him with my eyes./ /Something's wrong./ Both men burned, faces flushed beyond what their physical exertion required. Scorched by shame. Tormented by an unfamiliar appetite, a craving not sought, a beast named Lust that quietly slipped silk nooses around their necks, pleased at how docilely they submitted to its control. TBC |
