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"Custos"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, OC, Yaoi, Lemon, Language, Violence Pairings: 5x4, 1x3x1, 2x6x2 Summary: Just as things begin looking up for the
Gundam boys, Wufei disappears. " Custos" Chapter 23 Heero came awake slowly, lips curving upward as the source of his wakefulness continued licking up his growing erection while fingertips teased his sides. He slit his eyes open to find lust-hazed emerald watching him. Neither said a word as Trowa took Heero fully between his lips and moved them up and down on his length. His eyes rolled slightly and his legs spread of their own accord, allowing Trowa to settle more firmly between them. Heero's hips rocked slightly and he felt pleasure grow until he was sure he would cum. He tugged at Trowa's hand and the shifter raised off of him, sliding gracefully up his body to claim his lips. Trowa slid one hand down his thigh and raised his knee so his foot was flat on the mattress. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some into his palm, coating his fingers as he continued to kiss Heero. It seemed like forever since they had been so close. He slid a finger in and Heero moaned softly against his lips. Trowa raised up so he could looked into his lover's eyes. “You're being awfully gentle.” “That's okay sometimes, isn't it?” Heero nodded, spreading his legs further as Trowa added a second finger. Trowa nuzzled his neck, nipping at his collar bone. “We don't have much time. Tomorrow, the day after at the latest, we'll be leaving for New York.” Heero shivered as the warm breath washed over the wet area Trowa had been suckling on. “Then we'll make the best of the time we have.” Trowa captured his lips again, swallowing the gasp that left him as a third finger entered. He grazed his lover's prostate and his hips jerked, pushing back on the fingers. He raised up to his forearm, watching the pleasure coarse over Heero's face as he thrust back on the fingers. Faerie or human didn't make a difference, to Trowa, no matter the form, there was no one more alluring than Heero. Sapphire eyes slit open and he reached up to cup Trowa's face and pull him down for another kiss as his free hand fumbled for the lube. He found it and covered his palm. Trowa's fingers faltered inside of him and he groaned heavily as Heero's hand wrapped around his hard length. He jerked his hips in response, seeking more friction, but the hand left him. He tore his lips from Heero's and repositioned himself between his legs. He hooked his thighs around his waist and pressed inside in slow, shallow thrusts. Heero closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay relaxed as he was slowly filled. It wasn't enough. He didn't mind gentle, but the slow pace was driving him crazy. He splayed on hand to Trowa's chest, teasing his nipples. A smirk came to his lips as the shifter shuddered and slammed the rest of the way in, hitting his sweet spot as he did. Heero's back arched at the sudden jolt of pleasure. Trowa shook his head. “Do you want this over quickly?” “Not really, but I'd like to get it started.” He chuckled softly and leaned down to tackle Heero's neck at the sensitive spot beneath his ear. He clutched at Trowa's shoulders as he began a slow steady pace. The friction of the heavy length pulsing inside him and the lips on his neck sent more heat to pool in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes, folding his arms over Trowa's neck as he rocked back against him. Trowa pressed his forehead to the juncture of Heero's neck and shoulder, sucking in deep steady breaths as the friction around him spasmed from time to time when he hit Heero's prostate. He didn't want to go any faster, but he knew the pace, and probably the position, would never allow them to reach release. He made to rise, but Heero held him still. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Just a little longer.” He nodded and pressed his lips to Heero's, reveling in the taste that always laid on his lover's tongue. It was a mixture of fresh air and lightening, refreshing and passionate at once. It didn't matter what Heero ate or drank, he always tasted like something not of this world. Like something ethereal. Heero's legs shook from the need for more contact and reluctantly, he decided he couldn't last much longer. He broke the kiss and licked at Trowa's lips before pulling himself off of the length and moving to his hands and knees. Trowa ran a reverent hand down his hip, kissing the base of his spine. He turned Heero back, smiling at the confused expression on his face. “I want to see you.” He sat back on his heels and pulled Heero into his lap. The faerie nodded and gripped his shoulders, allowing Trowa to guide himself back inside him. He sat fully and paused as the new position pushed Trowa much deeper inside. He began a slow rhythm of riding him that quickly escalated into almost brutal thrusts. Heero gasped loudly on every downward lunge. Trowa sucked in hissing breaths through his teeth as he was enveloped over and over in the tight heat. He slipped his hand between them and gripped Heero's erection and his head fell back with a moan. His hands clenched tightly on Trowa's shoulders and he stilled for a moment before moving his hips in slow circles, dragging groans from both of them. Trowa couldn't take anymore. He pulled Heero off suddenly and pushed him to his hands and knees. A smirk barely had time to raise to the faerie's lips before his lover was thrusting into him with wild abandon. He gripped the sheets in one hand while palming his length with the other. Soft growls escaped Trowa and his hands clenched tightly on Heero's hips until one slid down to stop him from touching himself. “What?” “I told you, I want to see you when you cum.” He pressed both of Heero's hands to the mattress and continued slamming into him. Heero spread his legs slightly, shaking from need that Trowa wasn't allowing him to fulfill. He gasped sharply as his prostate was mercilessly hit on every thrust, but it wasn't enough. Trowa's sweat-slicked chest grazed against his back as his thrusts became less rhythmic. His back arched slightly and Heero felt the length inside him harden further before coating his insides with his release. A low growl left Trowa's lips as he continued to pump his hips until his orgasm released him and he slowly pulled out of Heero, flipping the faerie over. Heero gazed up at him through narrowed eyes, wet lips parted with gasping breaths. “Trowa...” He brushed back sweat soaked bangs and kissed Heero softly before trailing his lips down his body. He dropped kisses to his nipples and delved his tongue into his navel before taking his erection into his mouth. He slid three fingers easily into his passage and massaged his prostate as he swallowed his erection whole. Heero's back shot off the bed and his hips thrust onto the fingers. Moans, growing in volume, fell from his lips as Trowa mercilessly brought him close to the edge and finally let him tip over. He screamed as Trowa milked every drop of cum from him before pulling his fingers out and lapping at his length to clean up any errant drop he might have missed. Heero fell back boneless to the bed, staring up at the ceiling as he fought to bring his breathing under control. Trowa crawled up his body and settled beside him with one leg thrown over his thighs. A rough tongue lapped at Heero's neck sending soft shudders through him. He sighed softly. “I really hope you're done, because I'm not up for another round.” Trowa raised up to his hands on either side of Heero's head with a smirk. “You will be.” Sapphire eyes widened. ****** Raven took slow breaths, rocking slightly and fanning himself. “Oh shit, not again.” He looked to the others. “Please, please, someone go make them stop.” Duo looked at the boy helplessly. He hadn't realized exactly how sensitive his empathy was. “Sorry, kid, but I'm not about to go up there.” He pulled his knees to his chest and dropped his forehead to them. “Hell, I'm not even gay!” Quatre pressed his lips together and covered them with his fist. “Perhaps, you should go take a cold shower.” Seeing the torture Raven was going through due to his strong empathy, Quatre was immensely grateful his own wasn't that strong. “I already tried that. It didn't do any good.” He ground his teeth. If he left the room now, they'd all know what he was going to do, and that would just be mortifying. But the emotions rolling off of Trowa and Heero were so intense he couldn't seem to separate them from his own. To make it worse, everyone else was extremely amused by his predicament. When he'd gone into the living room, no one else was there. But most of them had filtered in at some point or another and he wasn't so sure he could even move to leave the room. He'd thought Trowa and Heero would have been done after one round and fall asleep or something, but Trowa wasn't letting that happen and each session became more intense than the one before it. Gay or not, at that point, Raven would have let just about anyone touch him if it brought some relief. Unfortunately, the only single people around him were an old man and a dragon. Daeon tilted his head to the side as Raven moaned softly. “Does it hurt so much?” He wrapped his arms around his legs, refusing to raise his face. “It isn't just that their lust is so intense, it's... How would you feel if you felt two soul mates come together and know you don't have that yourself and probably never will?” The others' amusement faded some. No one had considered that. Zechs touched Duo's arm and tilted his head and the two left the room, followed by Wufei, Quatre, and Slayn, leaving Daeon alone in the room with the hurting man. “I'm sure you'll find someone, Raven.” He clenched his teeth. “Just leave me alone, Daeon. All right?” The dragon bowed slightly. “As you wish.” ****** Samantha Winner gazed at her reflection in the tall mirror and turned. “Well, Caroline, what do you think?” Her sister smiled. “You look beautiful.” She flattened the front of the gown. “Do you think Greg will think so?” Caroline rolled her eyes. “I think he'd think you were beautiful in a paper sack. As it is, he'll probably pass out when he sees you.” Sam looked back to the mirror. “Abdul said Quatre would be here this weekend.” Caroline helped her get the wedding dress off and back onto the hanger. “But he can't stay till the wedding? It's only a few more days longer.” She shook her head. “I don't know.” Caroline hung the dress up on the hook inside of the closet door. “I wish you wouldn't worry so much, Sam.” She pulled her top and dress slacks back on. “I can't help it. We don't know where he's been or what he's been doing.” “If he wanted us to know, he would have told us. Besides, he was a Gundam pilot, remember, and he's surrounded by five other Gundam pilots if you include Zechs. How much safer can a person be?” Sam shook her head. “Your ability to simply accept things astounds me.” She laughed softly. “And what good does worrying do outside of give you wrinkles?” She threw a bobby pin at her younger sister while righting her hair. “How do I look?” “Ready for the boardroom.” “Good.” “Ugh.” She flopped on her side on the bed. “How does it not bore you to tears?” “I guess it's what I'm meant to do.” She put her hands on her hips as she studied her sister. Caroline was extremely bright and had graduated high school at the top of her class, getting into Yale easily. But the girl couldn't make up her mind on a major as she had no clue what she wanted to do with her life. “You're going to have to grow up sometime, Caroline.” She pouted. “I can't help it. Everything just looks so boring.” Sam sat on the edge of the bed. “Well, what is it you want to do?” She shrugged and sat up, pulling a pillow to her chest. “I don't know. I don't want to be a housewife. I don't like desk jobs. I suck at acting and can't sing worth a flip, so a career in the arts is out.” She sighed. “I guess, I just want something different.” She bit her lip. “Do you ever get the feeling, that something big is about to happen. You don't know what, but it's going to change your life forever.” She laughed. “I am about to get married, so I know what.” She shook her head. “That's not what I mean. Something is going on, Sam, and it's the reason Quatre is coming home.” “I don't doubt that.” She grinned suddenly. “Maybe Wufei knocked him up.” Caroline barked a laugh at the unexpected quip from her usually straight-laced sister. “Oh, crap, could you just see the look on Rashid's face? He would be mortified beyond believe and probably try to kill Wufei.” She nodded gravely, although her lips twitched up in the corners. “The whole of the Maguanacs would probably feel as if they'd failed poor Quatre in some way.” Caroline thought it over. “You know, I almost wish they could have a baby. How cute would that be?” Sam rolled her eyes. “You're dangerously close to being a pervert, you know that?” She raised her chin. “For all you know, I'm not dangerously close, but actually a closet pervert.” “Enough of this,” Sam said with a laugh. “I have to get to work.” ****** “We'll have to land at the air pad which is ten miles south of the estate. There are always cars parked there.” Duo raised an eyebrow. “What about the keys?” “I only need one.” He pulled a key from his pocket. “It opens the box that holds the keys to the cars. Abdul knows we're coming so he'll probably have the best cars there, but please, no one pick the Jetta.” “Why not?” Aidan asked. “It was left to me from my father, and there's a good chance whatever cars we take won't actually make it.” Duo pursed his lips. “It's only ten miles, I say we don't take a car.” “Which is fine for you three because you won't be sweating by the time we get there.” Aidan and Quatre nodded their agreement with Zechs. Wufei shrugged. “Then we can carry you.” The three mates exchanged unamused looks. “We take the biggest car we can get and go as far as we can,” Quatre said. “Maybe we'll be lucky and no one will attack us on the way.” Duo rolled his eyes. “Right. They'll just let us walk right in.” Galen shrugged. “You never know, they might. That way they'd have us all trapped.” “Hm. Well, we'll just have to see what happens when we get there.” Quatre nodded and he and Zechs moved up to the cockpit. They waited for the sun to rise and watched Daeon take off with the other four on his back. Wufei had worried carrying four would be too much for the dragon, which Daeon had scoffed at and claimed paying for four direct flights to New York was a waste of time and money. Wufei looked to Duo. “It's been a couple of weeks since you fed. Are you all right?” He nodded. “I'll need to change that within a day or two, but I'm fine for now.” He sighed. “It's somewhat unfair, though. I mean, y'all don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. After we beat all these bad vamps, what the hell am I gonna do?” “I doubt we'll defeat all of them.” He shook his head. “Doesn't change the fact, the more we kill, the smaller my feeding pool grows.” Wufei's brows drew together. He hadn't really considered Duo's position and he couldn't blame the braided man for worrying. “That may be true, but we still have a long way to go. I'm pretty sure you won't run out of food any time in the near future.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, you're right.” He tilted his head back. “Hey, Quat, the intercom on?” “Yes.” “This wedding, when is it?” “I don't know. I didn't ask. Why?” “Well, we're going to need to get the proper clothes for it.” “You're planning on going?” He snorted. “Quat, if everyone was running around to get ready for it, it's gotta be happening in the relatively near future, I'd say sometime this weekend, probably. Which means, we'll be there. You don't think your family will allow you to not attend if you're on the premises, do you?” “I hadn't thought about that. But, Duo, the wedding will probably be during the day.” He snapped his fingers. “Good point. I guess, Wufei, Galen and I will have to sit out. Send your sister my apologies.” Wufei grunted. “I'm sure you're just destroyed about not having to wear a suit.” Aidan chuckled softly. “Quatre, perhaps you could inform your sister how nice twilight weddings are.” “What do you think of that, Duo?” Quatre's voice laughed over the com. “Then you wouldn't have to feel guilty.” His humor faded slightly. “As much as I'd love to make a joke out of it, it would be best for it to be during the day. I'd hate to have a wedding attacked.” The mood returned somber and it shocked Quatre, Wufei, and Zechs slightly that Duo was the one to put an end to it with a word of wisdom. Quatre sighed. “You're right.” “Sorry, guys.” ****** Heero frowned slightly. Raven had been avoiding looking at him and Trowa and he'd hardly said anything the entire trip. “Is something wrong, Raven?” “Not really,” he said a tad moodily. Slayn rubbed his shoulder. “Stop thinking about it, lad.” Trowa quirked an eyebrow. “What'd we miss?” Daeon glanced over his shoulder. “Nothing. You two were the main event, so to speak.” “What?” Raven blushed brightly. “My empathy was out of whack while you two were... getting reacquainted.” Heero's mouth worked silently and a slowly flush raised to his cheeks. Raven wrinkled his nose as he looked to Trowa. “Five rounds? Really? Who the hell has that kind of stamina?” He cringed slightly. “You mean... you were...?” “Yes,” he hissed. He glared at the two of them a moment longer before slumping and wrapping his arms around his legs. “Sorry, it's isn't your fault. I can't really blame you. I just need to learn some way to tone down the empathy.” “Has it always been so strong?” He nodded. “When I was a child, I made the mistake of reading deeper into the people around me. Sometimes, you're better off not knowing what others really think of you, trust me. I learned how to shut off the why of things, but not the emotions themselves.” Trowa stretched out on his side. “Maybe Quatre can help with that. His empathy isn't as strong as yours, but he knows how to shut out others' emotions.” Raven glanced over Daeon's side at the ground far below. “How long will it take us to get to New York?” “Only a couple of hours. I'm not sure how the others are planning to do things once they land, but Duo wants me to scout the area.” “Just you?” “Yes, in the air, I can hide all of us from prying eyes. On the ground, I can only hide myself. The rest of you will have to wait.” “Wait where?” Slayn asked. “The estate is actually upstate New York, there is a hotel roughly forty minutes north of the estate. You will wait there until I return for you.” Raven sighed. “I'm not sure whether to be grateful we have some peace before the fight begins, or anxious for it to be over.” Heero glanced to him. “Be grateful for the peace and try not to think about the ending. We have too far to go before we can consider that.” TBC....
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