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"Sunset Over The Horizon "Written By: Ryouga Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series. Warnings: Evil child like mischief by toddler will be present, lemon, lime,yuri, occasional fluff. Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4X3, HXRXH, 5XS, 6XN. Rating: NC 17 Author: Ryouga.
Title: Sunset over the horizon ---- Sequel fic to A Love Beyond All Measure.
Sunset Over The Horizon
Part 7 Wu Fei wasted no time in exiting the car even before it came to a full halt, racing off towards the Preventer Hospital entrance. Heero and Duo walked slowly behind; this was something that Wu Fei needed to deal with before they could interfere. His honor was involved here and treading water lightly would be the best way to go. Duo could only imagine the thoughts running through the Chinese man’s head right now. The fact that he hadn’t been able to protect something of value to him would be eating his deep into the core of his soul. He’d probably be questioning his honor over and over. The 'braided haired boy wonder' may not have been able to read minds, but he knew Chang well enough to assume. They walked through the door in time to see Wu Fei leave the information desk with a security clearance tag and dash off up the stairs. Duo glanced at Heero as they themselves arrived at the desk. “Shit, Heero, whoever it was that kidnapped Sally is dead meat. At a guess I’d say luncheon.” Heero shot the young man a knowing glance. “Yes I saw. He didn’t even use the elevator! “ “Chang’s so gonna do more than process them when he gets a hold of them.” “Duo, are you hungry by any chance?” A sheepish grin swept over Duo’s face. “Uhhh… actually now that you mention it.” Heero sighed. It wasn’t hard to tell when Duo started using food analogies that he was thinking about eating more than anything. “After we’ve sorted this out we’ll head out for a bite to eat. But for now I ask that you try and stay focused… For Sally’s sake at least.” Duo nodded in affirmation of the request as the Information officer returned to serve them. “How can I direct you, gentleman?” “Sally Chang’s room,” Heero informed her as he and Duo flashed their ID at her, ”We came with her husband, Wu Fei Chang.” “Agents Yuy and Maxwell?” The woman asked, reaching under the desk to retrieve two more tags and handing them to the two gentlemen in front of her. “Yep, that’s us alright,” Duo replied jovially as they took the offered tags. “Yes, he said to look for the longhaired lout and his partner,“ she said with a grin. “Typical of Wu Fei.” Duo threw a glance over at Heero. “Yes very Wu Fei-ish,” Heero agreed as they placed the tags onto their shirt pockets. Then, with thank you's exchanged, the two Preventer agents headed off after their comrade. ~*~ Une sat behind her desk, arms folded. A copy of the incident report from the hospital had already been forwarded to her. She was unimpressed to say the least, that the carpark security had not been on the ball when Sally’s predicament occurred. There were no excuses, it needed to be fixed. She reached out and activated her comlink. “Noin, I want both Zechs and yourself in here. Now; as in yesterday.” “On our way….” Noin’s voice echoed back. ~*~ Zechs glanced at Noin as they headed towards Une’s office. “Somehow I don’t think that the good lady is impressed.” “Security will surely be tightened and I have a feeling that the guards on duty will be dealt with accordingly for not being at their posts.” “And since you’re head of security…” Zechs reminded Noin. “I know, I know… I can see it coming with my eyes closed. I’m going to get the lecture of my life.” They stopped in front of Une’s office. Noin found herself sporting butterflies and taking in a deep breath. Zechs nodded in question of her readiness to enter the *danger zone*. The young woman nodded back, and watched, her heart in her throat as Zechs knocked on the door. Noin swallowed as Une’s voice sounded out from behind the closed door. “Yes?” Zechs opened the door and with a wink allowed Noin to enter first. She glanced at him with a scowl that said ‘Thanks a lot‘ before attempting to keep herself looking professional on the outside and not like the nervous wreck she really was on the inside. Zechs closed the door behind them and followed Noin to stand at attention in front of Une’s desk. “You wanted to see us m’ lady?” he ventured. Une pointed to the seats in front of her two comrades and motioned for them to sit; they complied immediately. “I gather you both already know why you are here?” Lady Une began. “Yes ma'am.” Noin replied quietly, noting that the look on Une’s face was one of bitter disappointment and the younger woman began to worry about her own job prospects, let alone that of her officers down at car park security. It was bad enough that they had failed to be at their posts when this had happened, but the fact that one of their highly ranked medical officers had been kidnapped from right underneath their noses was not going to help her get the promotion she had been working towards for the past few months. She had been Lieutenant for what seemed like forever and yearned for that next step forward… Not to mention the higher rate of pay that went with it. Une turned her attention back at Zechs, “Zechs, you trained this young lady did you not?” The platinum blonde gave a slight nod of the head, “That I did, m’lady.” Une folded her arms and leant forward across her desk. “Did you teach her the correct way she needs to run her division, Mr Merquise?” Zechs confidently continued, “Lady, I taught her everything that you taught me about security here in Preventer. She in turn trained those under her command in exactly the same way. So therefore, m’lady I feel that you cannot blame myself, or Noin for the inappropriate behavior of two of her command.” “Mr. Merquise, that is where you are very wrong. You fail to see the point, so let me give you an example.” She glanced at Noin. “Let’s say for arguments sake that I was building this building our Preventer HQ is housed in… what would I need to do first?” Zechs sighed as he answered. “You‘d have to lay the foundations for it.” Une nodded, “Exactly. Then what would you need to do?” She glanced at a very quiet Lieutenant Noin. “Lieutenant?” Noin knew she was toast, despite Zechs' defense.“You’d need to check over those foundations to make sure that they are strong.” “And what happens if no one bothers to check?” Zechs glanced apologetically at Noin as he answered. “Then the foundations may be weak and no good at all.” Une sat back in her chair again arms still folded. “And whose responsibility is it to check those foundations in the first place?” Her eyes narrowed and Noin swallowed again. Zechs knew well, what the good lady had been trying to get through to them, although, he felt her little spiel had left a tiny flaw in this whole conversation and he managed to refrain from smiling as he gave her his reply. “The responsibility, in the end, lies with the person or persons who had laid those foundations in the first place m’lady, which, in this situation is technically… you.” Une opened her mouth to speak but as the logic of Zechs’ words sank in, she realized that she had just shot herself well and truly in the foot. Zechs threw a victory glance at his coworker as Une cleared her throat, a sheepish look on her face. “Anyway,… “ she continued without further mention of foundations etcetera, “I would like to know why those men were not at their posts!” “It’s being investigated as we speak, Lady Une. I have been informed by one source that one of the young officers was feeling a little under the weather and his partner felt it was his responsibility to take him along to the infirmary.” She glanced back at Zechs. “The other thing I have heard was that they had left their posts and were playing poker in the social room.” “I can understand if one of the young officers was feeling ill, but there would still be no excuse for the second to leave his post or not to call for a replacement or replacements. If it is the second reason, then I want both of them dismissed immediately. I will not tolerate that sort of behavior on work time. Especially since it almost cost me my best medical officer. Do I make myself clear, Lieutenant Noin?” “Yes, ma'am,” Noin replied respectfully. “Good. But let this be known here and now that if the security isn’t tightened and a little more united in the communications area, and anything like this should ever happen again, both of you will be demoted and you will be made to retake your Preventer training courses again! Is that understood?” “Loud and clear!” Zechs replied a little stunned by Une’s passionate threat of punishment. “Now… I do not want to have see your faces in here again until this is cleared up. Dismissed!” Zechs glanced at Noin. She too seemed a little stunned by the harshness of Une’s threat of punishment. Yet, she remained quiet and focused, that, as always, impressed him. She was passionate about her work and he knew this must have been unpleasant for her. He placed a silent hand on her shoulder and nodded towards the door. Silently the two Preventer agents turned and exited the office. ~*~
When Quatre was this quiet, something was up. Trowa drove the car into the garage, the door shutting automatically behind them. They unbuckled their seatbelts and got out of the car, opting to enter the house via the garage’s indoor kitchen entrance. He was tempted to question the blonde, but felt it more appropriate to wait until his sister left first. He rested a hand on his lover’s shoulder just to let him know he was there and the blonde gave a small smile resting his own hand on that of Trowa’s. ~*~ Catherine heard the door to the kitchen entrance open, figuring that it was the men returning and headed for the kitchen. “So?” She began a little concerned. “What happened?” “Nothing much actually,” Trowa stated truthfully. “Before the meeting had even begun it was over.” The woman gave the two men a puzzled look. “They found her,” he continued as Quatre made to leave the room. Trowa watched him go and Catherine screwed up her nose a little. “What did I say?” Her brother gave her a quick hug. “Nothing, Catherine. Quatre’s feeling this a little more than we are,” “I often wonder what it would be like to be Quatre for a day. His empathy is always there, all around him; feeling people’s emotions, their feelings sweeping through his heart; I don’t know how he handles it, brother.” Trowa smiled softly at her. “He has a gift and he handles it as best he can. There is no other way.” Catherine nodded in affirmation that she understood her brother’s words. She had always known that her brother was someone who understood others for who they were deep inside and not their status or wealth. That had never been important to him. “Is Sally alright though? I mean, she wasn't badly hurt, they didn’t harm her did they?” she asked with concern. Trowa shrugged. “We still don’t know anything yet. Une instructed Yuy and Maxwell to get Wu Fei to the Preventer hospital and that’s all that was said and just before we left, Une promised to call us and fill us in on the details once she has them herself.” “I just hope she’s alright,” the young woman sighed. Trowa glanced towards the doorway. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s a very competent woman and very intelligent. Anyway, enough of that for now, how was Sebastian?” he inquired as they passed through the kitchen doors into the main room. Catherine smiled. “He’s such a little angel. He was no bother at all. We ate dinner, watched a little TV, played a game of hangman and then I put him to bed and read to him. He must have been so tired because he was asleep in no time,” she informed Trowa as they headed towards the boy’s room. She slowly pushed the door ajar so that Trowa could take a peek into the room. Sebastian lay sprawled out on top of the messed up covers, tiny little snores could be heard as the young child slept and Trowa found himself walking over to the bed and tucking his little man in. He glanced down at the sweet innocent looking face and suddenly found himself smiling. Here lay a young child oblivious to the woes of the world, a child that one day would grow into a young man and perhaps, without choice, have to experience life itself in far worse conditions than the here and now. “Trowa…” His sister’s voice called him back from his thoughts of the future. “Sorry, Catherine; I was elsewhere,” he apologized. The young woman gave a knowing smile. “I’ll head off home now, Trowa. You need to get some sleep yourselves.” Trowa nodded. “Let me get Rashid to escort you out," he offered. “No, it’s fine, Trowa. I’ll let myself out. You need to go find your husband and be with him. I’d say he needs you a little more than I need Rashid right now,” the girl replied in earnest. Trowa kissed her on the cheek as they hugged each other. “Thank you, Catherine, for watching our son.” “Anytime you need me, if I can I’ll be here for all of you, Trowa.” She paused briefly, “Anyway, I’d better get going. I have to go through the bookings for the Circus performances next weekend. The last time I let some one else handle them we ended up with several double bookings.” She headed towards Sebastian’s bedroom door, “As they say, if you want it done right…” “…Do it yourself, “ she and Trowa echoed together, a chuckle escaping Trowa’s lips as Catherine grinned “Night, Trowa. Say good bye to Quatre for me,” the young woman requested as she left the room with a wave of her hand. “I will. Night, Catherine.” He watched as his sister left, then turned back to the sleeping child. Slowly his hand reached down and touched the soft warm cheek. A feeling of pure happiness raced through his soul and he thought his heart would burst forth from its place of sanctuary with the overflowing gush of adoration that he felt for his son. Never in his entire life had he experienced something as wonderful as this. He had a family now. A husband whom he loved dearly and whom he knew loved him back in the very same way, and a son. It made him wonder what he had done to deserve all this. “Master Trowa?…” A voice whispered from the doorway interrupting his thoughts. “Yes, Rashid?” Trowa replied turning to address him. “Master Quatre would like to know when you are intending on heading to bed,” he answered. “I was on my way actually, just thought I’d check on our son before heading off,” Trowa informed him as he walked up to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be heading off yourself?” “I told Master Quatre I’d find out from you what you were up to before leaving.” “You go then, I’ll let Quatre know.” Trowa smiled. Rashid nodded. “Much appreciated Master Trowa. I will see you tomorrow then. Goodnight to you.” “Night, Rashid. See you tomorrow,” Trowa replied quietly as he left Sebastian’s room pulling the door to a little. He turned the hall light off and wandered down to their room where he found Quatre already under the covers. Shutting the door behind him, Trowa continued over to his husband’s side of the bed and sat down beside him. “Sebastian’s sound asleep. Catherine thinks he’s a little angel.” Quatre grinned at his husband, “She should see him when he’s swinging off the curtains or jumping off the table.” “Let’s not scare the baby sitter off just yet, lover,” Trowa chuckled softly, “You never know when we might need her again.” “Good point,” the blonde agreed, sitting upright a little. “Oh, has Rashid gone?” “Yes. I told him to go after he gave me your message.” Quatre sighed, "Trowa, I need to apologize to Catherine. I wasn’t very polite to her before. I hope she’s not upset. I’ll call her tomorrow first thing and apologize for being so…” Trowa placed a finger over his lover’s lips. “Shhh, Quatre, she understands. Today hasn’t been exactly what I’d call pleasant, but Une said as soon as she knows anything that she would let us know.” Quatre placed his hand over his lover’s and kissed the tip of his finger. “I know but I feel so numb, Wu Fei was, was…” he paused trying to find the right words to describe what he was trying to get out, but failed. “I felt things radiating from him that I had never felt from him before; it was so hard to deal with. I’ve never felt so many emotions coursing through him like that. I have felt his anger, his passion about fighting for what he believes is right, before… but what I felt today was a deep sense of failure, disgrace even. He wasn’t able to protect the one he loved and his pain was etched deep into my own heart. But now I’m worried.” Trowa gave his husband a puzzled look. “Why?” Quatre looked deep into the emerald green eyes in front of him. "Wu Fei’s sense of honor has been challenged, his wife was placed in danger and he wants revenge, Trowa. And you know what Wu Fei can be like!” Trowa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “ If I know Une she will deal with Wu Fei before that happens.” He leant towards his lover, his lips barely brushing over Quatre's. “So put your worries and fears aside lover, everything will be fine.” Quatre shuddered as Trowa’s lips pressed firmly against his own again and he moved into the kiss, his arms reaching around his lover’s neck and gently pulling him back into a lying position on the bed. Trowa broke the kiss momentarily, shedding his outer layer of clothing, leaving only his boxers upon his slender frame and then climbed into his side of the bed next to his blonde-haired beauty. Quatre turned snuggling into Trowa. The emerald eyed young man grinned. “I see your gun's *cocked* and at the ready, lover.” Quatre smirked. “If you’re in the mood, I know I wouldn’t mind firing a round or two.” Trowa lifted himself up on his elbow and traced a finger along Quatre’s jowl. “From the very first time you ever smiled at me, Quatre, I knew I wanted you. It’s hard to believe how far we have come since the wars, I have many memories and many regrets but there is one thing about them that I will never regret, Quatre, and that’s falling in love with you.” The blonde swallowed, a deep crimson creeping over his face and he launched himself upwards, throwing his arms around Trowa’s waist, knocking him off his elbow and onto the pillow below, his head resting under his husband’s neck. Trowa instinctively wrapped his arms around the young blonde. “Quatre?” he inquired as he heard a sniffling sound. No reply. “You’re crying aren’t you?” “No I’m not, I… I’m trying not to sneeze!” came the muffled reply “Empaths make extremely bad liars my love,” Trowa laughed gently as he moved positions to get a good look at Quatre’s face. Sure enough, there, rolling down the angelic face, were tears. Trowa wiped them away and kissed Quatre soundly on the lips. “Damn you, Trowa,” Quatre sighed as their lips parted. “You make me go all weak and gooey when you say things like that,” he retorted playfully. “I want you to know though… I feel the same way.” “I know,” Trowa acknowledged lovingly as he began kissing his lover’s neck, teasing the skin with his teeth. Quatre moaned softly as Trowa suckled on his ears and throat, slowly grazing downward towards his chest, stopping to slowly pull the covers back revealing the half naked torso beneath. Admiring the view, Trowa sighed. “Beautiful.” Quatre gasped, arching a little as Trowa adeptly took a nipple into his mouth suckling gently, his tongue lapping across the tip. Changing nipples he favored the same treatment over it as the other and then softly blew over them. Quatre shuddered as the coolness washed over him and Trowa watched fascinated as they continued to harden into crinkled little stubs. The empath groaned as his lover’s hand wandered down towards his nether regions, feathering soft touches down over his chest and abdomen. His tongue not remaining idle, plundering the blonde’s mouth in a domineering manner and Quatre was only to happy to let his lover have his wicked way with him. Trowa’s hand reached its destination and he firmly began to rub the swelling bulge that pushed up against the flimsy fabric. Then slowly and torturously the emerald-eyed man began kissing his way down the rest of Quatre’s luscious body, over stomach and waist, down over his groin, whispering kisses over his boxers and sucking on the bulge through the softy silkiness. “Holy mother of… Oh god! Trowa… Nnnn!” Quatre moaned loudly as his growing length begged to be released from the confines of its prison. “P, please, Oh god, please, Trowa…” With a knowing smile Trowa sat up and slid his hands underneath the waistband of his lover’s boxers and slowly and teasingly began to remove the shorts, his fingers ‘accidentally’ grazing the stiffness as Quatre lifted his hips to assist in easier removal of the offending garment. A small moan escaped the blonde’s lips as he felt the soft brushing of skin against skin. He reached out and grabbed hold of his lover’s boxers, “Fairs fair, lover… “ he grinned as he pulled on the waistband and dragged them down a little. Trowa laughed and obliged the blonde. “Getting a little impatient are we, lover?” “Absolutely!” he giggled as Trowa threw the boxers to the floor and gave his cock a quick firm stroke. “Shit, keep that up and I’m not even going to make it past go,“ Quatre moaned quietly as he stared at the pulsating member between his lover’s legs. Trowa grinned, pushing his lover back onto the mattress with one hand and grasping his lover’s aching shaft in the other, “Shut up and take it like a man, you whiner,” he winked “Oh god… “ he groaned as he softly rubbed his own erection, “I’ll take it anyway you want to give it to me lover!” Trowa didn’t give the young blonde a chance to reply, instead a long drawn out moan of pleasure resounded from the back of Quatre’s throat as his hand was brushed aside and his emerald-eyed lover rolled the palm of his own hand across the tightening ball sac. His touches were gentle and loving and Quatre’s moans were more than thanks enough for the taller man. Trowa fondled the sac gently before dragging his tongue up the underside of Quatre’s weeping cock and down the other side, back around the balls and then nibbled them softly. His thumb dipped into the fluid leaking from the tip of his lover’s cock, spreading it across the head. “Ohhh, Trowa!“ Trowa gave a sly grin and he lowered his head between the blonde’s legs. Quatre watched as his cock began to disappear into the heated warmth of Trowa’s mouth. “Oh myyyyy… God!” the boy cried out as his lover’s tongue dipped into the small slit in the tip and flicked in and out of it quickly as the cock continued on it’s journey into ecstasy. The blonde shuddered, his hands delving into the softness of Trowa’s hair grasping and clawing gently as the taller man’s head bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the heated shaft from head to base, nibbling on the tip and down the sides, swirling his tongue across the ridge under the head of the young blonde’s cock. Quatre’s moans were exciting Trowa, so he made use of his free hand and began to stroke himself slowly. He had no intentions of getting himself off in a hurry; he wanted to savor that moment for when he was buried deep inside his lover’s chamber. The blonde bucked his hips gently so that he could push himself deep into his lover’s mouth. The smooth wetness gliding up and down over the engorged and pulsating thickness of flesh elicited guttural groans from the blonde and the more the moans rang out the more excited and aroused Trowa became. His head began to bob faster and he strengthened the force of his sucking each time he pulled up from the base and Quatre’s head thrashed from side to side as the intensity grew. Ceasing the pumping of his own cock, Trowa eased his sucking on the blonde's. “Trowa, why’d you stop for?… I was so close.” Trowa kissed the soft, pouting pink lips and smiled, reaching cross to his bedside drawers and opening the top one pulled a half full tube of lube out. “Does that mean you don’t want me to lube up lover?” the taller youth grinned. “Well in that case it would be rude of me not to help!”. A large grin replaced the pout and he grabbed the lube from his husband, opened it, and squeezed a liberal amount onto his fingers. “Down you go, lover, “ he smirked as he gently placed his hand onto the middle of Trowa’s chest and pushed him down again. Trowa chuckled softly at his lover’s antics. “Thought that’d change your mind!” Quatre poked his tongue out at Trowa, grasping his swollen member with his lubed hand and grinned as his husband gasped, then moaned softly while he spread the lube thoroughly over the thick shaft right down to the base. The soft caresses of Quatre’s touch were enough to send Trowa crazy. He grabbed the lube back from the blonde and squeezed some onto his index finger, swiftly rolling him over onto his knees. “Your turn my love, “ he said as he rubbed a little of the lube around Quatre’s entrance. Quatre squirmed as he felt Trowa’s finger playing about behind him. “Trowa, let’s do something different today, “ he suggested. “I want to try a new position instead of the conventional one.” “Oh really now?” he thrust a finger deep into Quatre’s passage. “Ohhh…. SHIT… ” Quatre moaned as he felt it enter. “Yes… I… Do… ” “I’ll see what I can do for you, my love. Anything in particular that you had in mind?” Trowa casually asked as he added a second finger, then a third, pushing them hard in and out of the tightness and making sure that Quatre was prepared enough to take his already hard and throbbing cock. “Nnnn, Trowa,…. “ the Winner heir groaned. “You’re so good at this.” “You didn’t answer my question lover,” Trowa replied with a grin as he held a steady rhythm in the depths of Quatre’s ass with his fingers. “H, how in, ohhh, that feels so good,… in Sandrock’s name am I supposed,…Oh god, Trowa... Ohhh shit,… to answer you when you d, do, oooh, god,… do that again,…” Quatre moaned as Trowa managed to get his tender spot while he grasped the sheets firmly in his hands. Chuckling in amusement, Trowa obliged, thrusting his fingers in deep again and then laughed as Quatre gave an almighty scream of pleasure, throwing himself back into his lover’s arms and ending up in a kneeling position “Whoops, sorry about that lover,“ Trowa snickered, as he licked his lips and stared at the glorious awaiting tunnel that was now virtually staring back at him “Bastard,” Quatre said playfully. “Well since you’re already here lover,” he said, kneeling up to meet Quatre’s position whilst pulling the blonde’s ass down over the tip of the throbbing hardness between his legs. “I’ll grant you your request.” Quatre felt his cheeks flush with heat, even though they were married the emerald eyed 03 pilot could still make him blush. “Take me,” he replied seductively as he pushed back rubbing his ass cheeks over Trowa’s aching need. It was Trowa’s turn to moan, the softness of his lover’s ass rubbing over the engorged head of his thick, hardened shaft caused his body to shudder and his eyes to close momentarily. Then regaining his composure he kissed the back of Quatre’s neck and whispered into the blonde’s ear. “I’m going to take you to heaven and back. Ready yourself my love.” Quatre moaned softly, relaxing as Trowa positioned his throbbing penis at his entrance, slowly bringing the blonde backwards and down onto the head of his heavily weeping cock. With a quick upward thrust of his pelvis, Trowa penetrated Quatre’s heated passage with the tip of his cock head then slowly pulled out a little before rocking his hips and thrusting it up into the back passage while pulling his husband further down until the pulsating shaft was embedded deeply into it. “Nnnn, uuuh, Quatre… oh god… you’re so, so tight!” Quatre cried out as he felt Trowa’s cock ascend into him and as Trowa pulled him down and then thrust up, he pushed back hard meeting his lover’s thrust all the way. Trowa groaned loudly, mentally noting that this position would definitely have to go on the list of love making positions that Quatre kept in his drawer. His swollen shaft continued to embed deep into the abyss of pleasure each time he bucked his hips upwards and it didn’t help his self control any with Quatre pushing down as he thrust upward. The friction around the throbbing pole of his hardened flesh was tormenting as the blonde’s passage walls tightened and clamped themselves around it. Quatre leant back into his lover letting their bodies grate against each other, adding to the mounting pleasure they were sharing. Trowa showered kisses along the back of Quatre’s shoulders causing the blonde haired beauty to whimper as his excitement rose. “Oh god… Nnnnn… Ohhh fuck, Trowa,… fuck…” “I am… I am,… “ Trowa managed a snicker as he began to steady his thrusts so that the two of them were in rhythmic sync with their movements. “Idiot,” Quatre giggled, kissing his lover on the cheek. Trowa smiled and nibbled on the blonde’s neck and the moment of humor soon was forgotten as he moved his hands down to his husband’s hips and began to pull the petite framed one down harder onto his cock as he pounded the hardened length faster into the tightness. Their bodies dripped wet with sweat as they moved together in heated passion, each young man exciting the other with the increasing volume of their impassioned moans. Trowa felt the need for release start to build within him and he knew by the sounds of Quatre’s whimpering that he too desired his own completion. Trowa reached around, grasped his lover’s throbbing erection, and began to administer swift firm stroking movements. “Oh yes… Nnnnn… ohh, baby…so good!” Trowa’s ministrations of the mouth migrated from Quatre’s neck up to the ear and then back to the neck, then he moved his other hand from the blonde’s hip to his nipples gently kneading and pulling each of them alternately. Quatre whined as he felt the surge of power in his balls start to rise and he reached back with one of his hands pulling his lover and husband into a deep kiss, the other he placed over Trowa’s hand that was assaulting his chest and rested it there, too enthralled in the ever growing sensation that was creeping up, Trowa had to break the kiss, his breathing was beyond controllable and he had begun to pant deeply as he thrust his hips forward, shoving himself and the blonde forward into a kneeling position, his free hand stopping them from hitting the bed in a prone position. It had become too much for Trowa and he tightened his grip on Quatre, sliding his hand speedily up and down the already quivering shaft. “I won’t… l, last… m, much l, longer. Come…Oh god… Quatre …c, come… wi, with m, me…” “I’m al, almost… Oh fuck Trowa… Ohhhhh fuuuuck…. “ “C, com, coming…. Q, Quatre…Ohhhh… ohhhh…. Ahhhhh fuuuck….” Trowa’s head threw back and his cock rammed hard up into Quatre’s passage, he felt it as the head of his cock hit hard against Quatre’s passage and he stifled scream as he came hard, his hot seed streaming out into his lover’s clenching tunnel. “Ohhh god…..” Quatre grasped the sheets tightly beneath him as he felt his lover’s length strike the vital chord. “Trowa I’m c, co,coming…ohhhh, fuuuck , ahhhhh, ahhhh, god!….” his eyes closed shut and the empowered sensation scurried through his already weakening body. “T, Trooowaaa,” he cried out his lover’s name as his cock shuddered beneath him and the fruits of his passion spilt forth onto his lover’s hand and the bed below. Trowa continued to thrust into the passage and stroke his lover’s slowly deflating cock as he too began to come down from that place of higher pleasure. Quatre collapsed onto the bed panting hard, weakened by his intense orgasm. Trowa went down with him gently withdrawing from his lover as he rolled to the side taking his husband into his arms and snuggling him close. “I love you Quatre.” “Quatre sighed happily. “I love you too Trowa, but I think we need to clean up and get some sleep.” Trowa kissed the blonde on the nose, and got up from the bed, heading towards their bathroom. “I second that lover, motion carried and undisputed. It’s going to be an interesting day tomorrow.” His voice wafted through from the bathroom. “I’m hoping that Une will contact us. I know Heero said he would anyway and hopefully Sally was able to give them some decent information about the kidnappers and maybe what their motives were.” He headed back over to the bed and gently washed his lover down, then himself, cleaning the wet spots up from off the bed after he’d done so. Tossing the cloth to the floor the taller man crawled back in beside Quatre. He pulled the blonde to him and kissed him. “I meant to tell you how wonderful that was by the way.” Quatre blushed. “It was heaven, Trowa, pure heaven.” TBC…… Chapter 8 |
