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"Libido"Written By: Switchblade003 Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki New Mobile War Chronicle
Gundam Wing is copyright Setsu Agency and Bandai Inc.; in laymen’s
terms—they ain’t mine, and I don’t lay any claim to
‘em! Pairing(s): Let’s just put it like this—scroll down and read; if it ain’t 3x4x3, I owe you a hefty sum of somethin’! Warning(s): This is a veritable citrus stand,
so if you’ve gotten your daily dose of Vitamin C, turn back now!
(Lime ahead.) Rating: I’d say NC-17; it’s not full-blown
(heh) sex, but it is foreplay! Archive: www.wuffie.net Notes: This is the revised edition, not posted
on wuffie.net (May 2003). This fic was inspired, funny enough, by
my boyfriend John. He reminds me of Trowa. He also gave me an interesting
bit of information that you all might find fascinating: people with
manic-depressive disorders (bi-polar personality disorders) are almost
three times as sexually active as those without the disorder. It got
me thinking, and that got me writing… +++ Libido
"Mmn?" I smiled as I lay down alongside my best friend, who
lay stretched out on his stomach in a patch of sunlight on my mattress,
basking in the liquid gold as it shone in through my open bedroom
window. The light played over the ridges and smooth panes of his torso,
sinewy muscle flexing under velvet, olive-hued skin as he shifted
to allow me room to lie down. I tugged playfully at the sheet wrapped firmly around
his narrow hips and he smirked mischievously without opening his emerald
eyes, murmuring a soft protest—something along the lines of "I
wouldn’t do that if I were you". I laughed, pressing my
chest against his back and snaking my arms under and around him. "You were blocking my sunlight," he explained. I smiled. "Tanning in my bed, were you?" I
inquired, reaching down to tickle the sensitive skin of his sides,
and he yelped, smacking my hands away gently. He chuckled in his deep tenor and nodded, leaning up
to kiss me, and I caught a glimpse of his brilliant verdant eyes before
his long lashes fluttered closed and his lips pressed against my own,
soft and soothing, caressing slowly, almost lazily, as all the tension
in his strong frame left in a deep rush of breath. He pulled away after a few moments, panting slightly,
but smiling nonetheless. I really do love his lazy eloquence and sloppy
charm sometimes… I cupped one of his cheeks in a small, uncallused
hand and ran my thumb over one high, chiseled cheekbone. Trowa arched into my touch in a catlike way, his eyes
slipping closed as he sighed in pleasure. It always amazes me how
sensitive and responsive he can be to a simple touch or caress. The
night before, I thought he was going to have an orgasm from the gentle
strokes of my fingers over his chest. He’s as amazing as he is complex, and I love him
for it. Demure emerald eyes opened with a subtle feline prowess,
and I found myself drowning in their crystal depths. "Can I go
back to sleep now?" he asked softly, dipping his head to nuzzle
into my throat, dropping small kisses on my neck. I smiled and shook
my head, cupping his face in my hands and lifting his gaze, once more.
The smile that curved his thin, flushed lips was the
sexiest thing I’d seen. I couldn’t help but lean forward
and kiss him again, running my tongue along his lower lip, nibbling
slightly before pulling back. "You can if you really want to," I replied,
and his eyes were half-lidded, but from sleepiness or lust, I couldn’t
discern. Trowa captured my lips in another passionate kiss, slow,
lethargic, but just as hungry as his usual ones. He lay in my arms
as passively as was possible for Trowa, responding to my teasing caresses
and urging me onward, and I obliged, slipping my tongue into the warm
cavern of his mouth and stroking his, which touched back slowly, sensually.
Until I met Trowa, I never had understood what people
found so terribly exciting about ‘swapping spit’, as Duo
had called it, and I had written it off as disgusting. But with my
best friend… He’s very good with his mouth, and I’ll
be the first to admit that. A soft growl emerged from Trowa’s throat as he slid an arm under me and rolled us over, and I ended up straddling his washboard stomach and giggling as his hands found my sides and tickled me mercilessly. "Mm… I’m more interested in this right
now," he smiled, and ceased his torturing, running his hands
up my sides soothingly and placing an apologetic kiss to my stomach.
I laughed softly and held his head to my navel, as he
lifted the hem of my tee shirt and pushed it up, revealing inch upon
inch of smooth alabaster skin. His verdant eyes closed as he kissed
a line up my stomach, pushing my shirt up until it bunched under my
arms. Obligingly, I lifted my arms over my head and allowed him to
tug the offending article off. The sunlight hit my pale skin in a warm, almost liquid
rush of heat, and it felt quite comfortable as I let it bathe my torso,
Trowa’s lips travelling higher as he pulled me closer over him.
I felt a light pressure of his hands on my rear, and I pressed against
his stomach slightly, my lips parting as I gasped softly. "Trowa…"
He chuckled quietly and rubbed circles against the denim
covering my bottom, continuing to press kisses to my sensitive skin.
I drew a sharp breath, my eyes falling closed as his soft lips caressed
one pink nipple, whimpering when he took it into his mouth and suckled
gently. I vaguely wondered how far he would take this, and if
I’d need to change the sheets for the third time that day. Trowa’s
libido is a feat in and of itself at times, and it seems that he can’t
keep his hands to himself between missions. Not that I’m complaining… I never realized just how sexual a person my tall, quiet
friend really was until after we found ourselves in love with one
another. He comes off as the soldier type who isn’t interested
in anything but mobile suit parts, but I found out differently. He’s very seductive when he wants to be, and he
knows it. I’ve never known him to use it against anyone before,
but he does try and persuade me with it sometimes, late at night when
he gets home from a mission and hasn’t seen me for a while. Like
today… I woke up at five this morning to find him laying beside
me in my bed, stripped down to his shorts and playing with my hair.
He may be the ideal mercenary to some, but he’s nothing more
than a teenager to me, one who happens to be an ace pilot and adept
con artist. I was jerked from my thoughts as his warm lips left
my nipple, his tongue teasing it a little, and he slid his strong,
battle-roughened hands to my hips, looking up at me with awe shining
in his eyes. "You look like Adonis when you sit over me like
this," he said quietly, and I felt a smile tug at my lips. I
leaned down to kiss him again, and he made a small moan into my mouth,
straining up to kiss back. I pulled away though, smiling flirtatiously,
and kissed the tip of his nose. He chuckled, one of his hands leaving sentry at my slender
hip to brush long, jagged blonde locks from my face, but they fell
back over my eyes stubbornly. His lips formed a little frown and I
laughed, throwing back my disheveled mane of platinum blonde hair
and shaking my head in a canine-like way, and he laughed as well.
Skilled fingertips slid up along my bare thighs, his touch light and
playful, but he knew how much that got to me. "Mmm… Trowa," I whimpered, stretching
his name into a four syllable whine, and he sighed, hands grasping
my knees as they rested against the mattress and pushing them further
apart, so that they no longer touched the sides of his chest. Then
he slid his palms up my thighs once more, this time moving slowly,
deliberately. I let my head fall back as I concentrated on the sensations
moving through me, felt the pads of his fingers brush against my lap.
His hands reached my hips once more and he slipped a
finger into the waistband of my shorts, tugging impishly, and I got
to my knees, letting him unbutton and unzip my jean shorts, let him
slide the denim down my thighs, and I stood on the bed above him to
let them drop and pool around my ankles. Stepping out of my shorts
carefully, I stood over my lover in my briefs, and arched an elegant
blonde brow at him, my feet planted gingerly on the bed on either
side of his torso. "Do you want me to take these off while I’m
at it?" I asked quietly, not caring that I was standing in front
of my open bedroom window nearly-nude, because the mild sunlight felt
wonderful on my pallid skin. Trowa pursed his lips in consideration,
then lifted his hands to run them absently over my calves. I shivered
a bit, despite the heat of the sun pouring in through the window.
He just kept finding new places to touch me… A mischievous smile lit my face, and Trowa groaned again,
his head falling back on the bed and his arms lying akimbo at his
sides. "Please, Little One," he sighed. "Three times
already, and I don’t think I can go a fourth round… I might
have thrown out my back in the shower." I silently noted that
I had overlooked the five-thirty A.M. shower incident, and grinned
as I thought about it. Trowa must have realized where my thoughts
were headed, and he sighed. "Oh no, you don’t, you little
monster. I can’t take much more of this…" I sat on my friend’s slim hips and looked down
at him with my most endearing pout firmly in-place, but he held his
resolve, going so far as to cross lithely muscled arms over his chest
and glare at me. He really is cute when he does that… After a minute or so, he broke, and sighed. "Quatre,
quit that. That isn’t fair, and you know it." I smiled and
shrugged, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, which yielded
under mine as I had hoped they would. With any luck, I could convince
him to just lay back and let me do everything, and he’d end up
just as eager as I was, once again. While my backside was still a little sore from our three
previous activities, that day, I couldn’t help but want him.
Trowa just has this thing about him that makes you forgo all reason
and logic, and I cast my better judgement aside when it comes to him.
One of these days that’s definitely going to get us into some
trouble. "If you’re too tired, then just hold still,
and I’ll do all the work," I wheedled, and I think he had
bought it. I ought to have known better. As soon as I sat back to
decide how best to torture my comrade, he rolled his hips up into
mine, a firm, deliberate movement that pulled a low moan from my throat.
"T-Trowa…" My lover merely smiled up at me and repeated the action, slower this time, almost grinding himself against me, and I bowed my head, eyes squeezing closed as I focused on that acute sensation pooling in my loins. "I’m not too tired," he said quietly,
and I could almost feel his green eyes watching me intently. "I
just don’t want to hurt you." I smiled through the overwhelming feelings coursing
through my already tense body. Gently, I thrust back against him and
cracked open one bright blue eye, shooting a feral smile down at him.
I placed my palms against his chest for leverage and drug my groin
slowly back and forth against his, reveling in his soft moans as his
hands held my hips in a bruising grip. "If we keep this up," he groaned, throwing
his head back and moving against me mindlessly, his arousal hard against
my own through the sheet and the fabric of my briefs, "You’re
going to come without even getting all your clothes off." I opened my eyes in surprise at his words—Trowa’s
never been one for crude bedroom language, and I’d never actually
heard him use the term ‘come’ before—only to find him
smiling up at me smugly, his lips parted and his brow furrowed in
pleasure. I grinned and slid my arms under him, then, with a bit
of effort, rolled us over again so that he was straddling my hips.
He moaned loudly at the force of our bodies jostling against one another,
and that only served to excite me further. "I’ll bet you lose it before I do," I
countered, arching a blonde brow at him and throwing my hips up against
his. He was braced over me on his hands, panting with excerption,
but still grinding against me, anyway. Lust-filled verdant eyes locked
onto my own, and he held my gaze as we tortured each other, each pushing
the other further towards the edge and showing no signs of backing
down. He was the first to break the eye contact, though, bowing
his head and arching his back in a beautiful twist of tanned flesh,
and I saw his elbows lock on either side of me, his arms trembling
to support him. His body went rigid against mine and his hips stilled
suddenly, a soft whimper escaping his slack mouth as he reached completion. My partner collapsed atop me, burying his face in my
neck and giving a mournful and defeated sigh. "You win,"
he murmured after a few moments of trying to catch his breath. So this morning’s activities had taken their toll
on my lover. I smiled triumphantly as I stroked a hand down his back,
his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. He was positively glowing
in the sunlight, and I watched the sunbeams dance erratic patterns
over his skin for a while. Trowa seemed content to let me hold him,
for he didn’t make a move to change our positions. When he did
shift though, his hip rubbed against my still-present arousal. This
wrung a low whimper from me, and he looked up, concern etched in his
handsome features. "Quatre…" I shook my head and lifted a hand to his mouth to silence
him, figuring I could take care of that later. I just wanted to lie
here with him now, but he seemed to have different ideas. With a sensual
grace that held me captivated, Trowa slid down my body, slowly running
his hands down my bare sides, to my hips once more. I reached my hands up to thread through his short auburn
hair, trying to urge him lower, but he merely chuckled and pressed
butterfly-light kisses to my stomach, laving smooth skin over tense
muscles. He slid callused hands over the outsides of my thighs, moving
gradually south as he pushed my knees further apart. I closed my eyes
and moaned softly as his lips ran over my hipbones, over pale skin
steadily flushing pink. My legs were trembling as he continued his
assault, not touching me where I wanted it the most. "T-Trowa…"
I choked out, and he laughed gently, stroking my side with one hand,
trailing the other down my length. That tore a loud cry from my throat, and I thought I
might finish right then, but the hand at my side soothed me, calmed
me, and Trowa stroked my arousal again, lightly, enough to excite
me further, but not to allow me release. I whimpered and bucked my
hips up, seeking contact with that warm hand once more, but finding
none. And then I felt his warm breath on my hypersensitive skin, and
a cried out again as soft lips wrapped around my length and he took
me into his mouth. While most boys my age are apt to pleasure themselves
with their own hands, and it is sufficient to bring release, it can’t
compare to the feeling of a hot, wet cavity enclosing you to the core,
and pulling. As I stated before, Trowa is very good with his mouth. As my lover took me into his throat and began running
his tongue along the underside of my erection, he applied the tiniest
bit of suction, and the sensation had me reeling. I was making a constant
stream of noises, thrashing my head from side to side almost mindlessly
and murmuring incoherently for him to move faster, with more force,
but he stuck to his pace and technique. His able hands held my hips enough to keep me from gagging
him, and he seemed to take satisfaction in my indiscernible pleas
for release. He was steadily driving me closer and closer to the pinnacle,
and as the muscles in my stomach contracted and my back curved off
the bed, I let out a loud shout and emptied myself into his mouth. Drained of all energy, I lay back on my mattress and
whimpered softly as Trowa’s limber tongue licked me clean, and
then he curled up beside me on the bed, emerald eyes watching me.
I smiled sleepily at him and gestured lazily for him to move closer,
and he did, pressing to my side. And I groaned at what I felt pressing urgently against
my hip. "Trowa…" I sighed. He must have gotten aroused
again by my moaning… He smiled sheepishly and stuck his nose
into the hollow of my throat. I smiled despite myself, sliding an
arm around his shoulders. He reached across my chest for my other
hand, and took it in his. Then he dragged it down to his own length
and I laughed lightly, wrapping my fingers around it and pumping slowly. Of all the things I’ve done with Trowa over the
past seven months, this was definitely the oddest. Normally if he
woke up with that annoying little morning reflex, he’d go into
our bathroom and take care of it while he showered, or sometimes he’d
roll me over, wake me up, and take me. Well… sometimes he didn’t
actually wake me first, but… Nonetheless, I’ve never gotten my lover off with
the use of my hands explicitly, and I was amazed at the effect this
had on him. Again, it seems simple touch is an overpowering thing
to my partner. As I drug my fist up and down his length, he moaned
into my throat, one hand splayed over my stomach, flexing slightly
each time I hit a particularly sensitive place. If he kept up like
that, I was going to end up hard again, too… Trowa came sooner than I thought he would, coating my
hip and the sheets between us. I listened to him panting, trying to
control my teenaged body’s own reaction, and I felt him take
my hand away from him, bringing it to his mouth. As I watched, he
lapped up the warm liquid that remained on my hand, sucking slowly
on each of my fingers until all of his seed was gone. That was definitely the most erotic thing I’d seen
in my life, and I squirmed beside him as I gazed at him, riveted.
When he slipped a hand down my torso to stroke my member, I whimpered
and shook my head, catching at his wrist. "Trowa," I sighed,
"I’m going to die of exhaustion if you keep this up."
He arched an eyebrow at my unintentional double entendre
and I groaned. "You’re such a pervert," I sighed. My companion merely shot me a proud grin and leaned
down to kiss me, the taste of his fluids and my own mingling in my
mouth. "Come on," he purred into my ear, nipping gently,
"I got off twice; it’s only fair that you get to, again."
I have to admit; I was more than eager to let him have
his way with me, but I really was tired, and more than a little sore.
So he sighed and gave up, laying down with me and sliding sleekly-muscled
arms around me, the sunlight blanketing both of us. The warm heat
made me hazy, and I felt him comb his long fingers through my hair
as I drifted off to sleep. My last conscious thought before I was embraced by slumber
was of anxiety, hoping silently that he wasn’t angry with me
for just falling to sleep when he’d wanted to participate in
more… physical activities. And my first conscious thought when I woke was that,
once again, Trowa had neglected to wake me before having his way with
me. +++ Finis. J |
