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"Satisfied"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: Lemon, fluff, angst, threesome Pairings: 2x1x5, 3x4 Summary: Duo is sweet on Wufei and the pair are
mutual 'friends with benefits'. When Heero Yuy comes onto the scene
life changes in a big way. " Satisfied " Duo sighed softly as he watched Wufei try to pretend
he wasn’t a nervous wreck. The Asian was always excessively neat,
but when he was stressed over something his OCD tended to kick into
high gear. Duo glanced over as Heero stepped into the room, eyes widening
as they fell on Wufei. The Chinese man was on his knees on the kitchen
floor, scrubbing furiously at the floorboards. “Keep that up and the paint on the wood will come
off,” Heero said. Wufei jumped and looked to his lovers. “How long
have you two been there?” Duo shook his head. “I’ve been here long enough
to know you’re going to explode if you don’t calm down.” Heero pulled Wufei to his feet. “Are you that nervous
about tonight? You know my father approves of us.” Wufei dropped the brush into the bucket of water and
washed his hands. “He approves of your relationship. He hasn’t
approved of me.” He shook his head and stepped away as his lovers moved
toward him. “Just… I need some time. You two go, I’ll
be fine here.” His brows drew together at the hurt in Heero’s
eyes. “Please, don’t be upset with me. I’m not ready
yet.” He turned and left the kitchen. Duo and Heero exchanged glances. “What am I missing
here?” Heero asked. “I wish I knew.” They moved into the bedroom to find Wufei sitting on the window seat staring out the window. Duo moved toward him. “Fei-“ “I’m fine,” he looked to his braided
lover, brows drawing together, “and I want both of you to go.
I’d like some time to myself.” They were reluctant, but Wufei was extremely grateful
that they didn’t press any further and forty-five minutes later
he was left alone in the penthouse. Of course, an hour later he was
feeling somewhat lonely in said penthouse. He huffed, grabbed a book,
and sat on the sofa, trying to become lost in the pages. He felt every
minute until the door opened and his lovers came in. Duo plopped to his right on the sofa with a grin. “You
really shoulda gone, Fei.” He closed the book. “I take it you had a good time.” “Yeah, Heero’s dad is awesome.” Wufei looked away. “I’m glad.” Duo pursed his lips. “Really? ‘Cause you sure
don’t look it.” He grimaced. “It’s just…” He raked
a hand through his hair. “Just what?” Heero asked, sitting on the coffee
table in front of him. He worried his bottom lip. He was being an ass and his
reservations were going to sound completely stupid to his lovers.
Why couldn’t he stop acting like some hormonal, angsting teenager? “What is it, Fei?” He turned on the sofa so his back was to Duo. “I’m
jealous, okay? Your families just accept you, no questions asked.
My own father doesn’t approve of me. I haven’t talked to
him in almost five years. It hurts.” He clamped his teeth shut
before he could make an even bigger fool of himself. “Oh Wufei,” Duo said softly as he pulled the
smaller man into his arms, resting his forehead on Wufei’s back.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” “There’s no reason for you to be sorry. It
is what it is and I shouldn’t be such a baby about it.” Heero moved to sit in front of him, running his fingers
up the soft skin of his cheek. “Every child wants the unconditional
love of their parents, no matter how old they get. I’m sorry
you’re dad hurt you.” Wufei shrugged, hating the somber mood he’d put
his lovers in. “I’ll get over it. Did I offend your father?” “Not at all. He said he’d love to meet you
when you’re ready.” He laid his cheek on Heero’s shoulder, closing
his eyes. It shouldn’t matter what his father thought. He had
Heero and Duo, their parents, and good friends. He was a hell of a
lot luckier than a lot of people. He didn’t have a right to complain. “Why don’t you try calling him?” He snorted. “He kicked me out of the house telling
me that no son of his would be so disgusting to take it like a damn
woman; said not to come back until I quit playing games and married
Meiran.” Duo frowned, leaning back to try to glimpse Wufei’s
face. “Who’s Meiran?” “She was my fiancée.” He scrunched
his nose. “Our parents arranged it when we were kids. We probably
would have been friends if it wasn’t for that. She knew I was
gay before I did and felt like her entire life was screwed.” Even though nothing had changed, he felt better for
getting it off his chest. He sighed and sat up. He placed a tender
kiss to Heero’s lips and then turned his head to give the same
to Duo. “I shouldn’t have allowed my frustration to
mess up dinner.” “If you’d like, we can meet my father for
lunch tomorrow.” Wufei smiled softly. “I’d like that.” Heero leaned forward and captured the other Asian’s
lips with his own, relishing in the soft whimper that escaped Wufei’s
throat. Duo chuckled softly. “I think I know what our Fei
needs,” Duo said when the kiss ended. He moved Wufei to lie on
the coffee table. “What the hell?” Once his shirt was removed
more hands divested him of his pants, leaving him completely open
to his lovers. “Duo, what-?” he was silenced by a pair of
demanding lips, two hands teasing at his hips and two more tweaking
his nipples. He shivered and pushed them away. He opened his eyes
to find two very heated gazed locked on him. He licked his lips. “What?” “You’re too damn hot for our good, you know
that?” Heero whispered huskily. Wufei groaned softly, enjoying the ministrations of
his lover. So many times he was submissive – and he loved every
second of it, but sometimes he wanted something different. He wanted
the control. Normally, he let the feeling pass, but tonight he decided
it was time to try something new. “Wait.” The hands and lips on his skin stilled
as he gazed up into lust-darkened violet and blue eyes. “Now what?” Heero asked in a husky whisper.
Wufei sat up and took the Japanese man’s lips in
a heated kiss. As their tongues warred, he maneuvered Heero to lie
on the coffee table and rose up, licking his lips. He tightened his
fist in the base of Duo’s braid and plastered their lips together.
It didn’t take much encouragement to move his lover to settle
between Heero’s thighs over the thin table. He pulled away and
looked from Duo to Heero and then back again. “I want to take you.” Violet eyes widened slightly. “You want a Duo sandwich,
huh?” Wufei smirked. “Yeah.” Heero chuckled breathlessly. “That sounds damn
hot.” Wufei released a slow breath. “That’s what
I thought.” Duo wet his lips. “I guess I can’t complain.” Wufei grabbed the lube from the end table drawer and
coated his fingers, teasing at Duo’s entrance. “Can’t
complain?” He groaned. “Never mind, I don’t want to.” He laughed softly and took Duo’s right hand, coating
several fingers in the slickening substance. “Then get to stretching
our rich hottie.” Heero rolled his eyes softly before his lids fluttered
as a slick finger entered him. Wufei smirked before kissing at Duo’s back as he
stretched his braided lover. Having only been taken twice, Duo was
extremely tight. He knew his lover preferred to be top so it was only
adding to his excitement that he was allowed this break in their normal
coupling… or tripling… however it was considered. He added
a third finger, seeking out Duo’s pleasure spot. He was rewarded
with a heavy, needy groan. He grinned. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t
you?” Duo grunted. “Fuck off.” He smirked. “Don’t you mean: fuck me?” “Fei, you-“ Whatever Duo was going to say
was cut off by Wufei’s steady manipulation of his prostate. Heero laughed softly. “You won’t be complaining
in a minute, Duo. The middle is the best spot.” Wufei nibbled Duo’s ear. “Don’t get too
used to it, though. I have a hard enough time fighting Heero for it.” Duo shivered and pulled his fingers out of Heero, quickly
covering his length in lube. He pushed in slowly and the Japanese
man growled softly. “What’s taking you long?” He raised a shoulder. “Since this won’t happen
often, I figured y’all would want to make the moment last.” Wufei snorted softly as he pressed the tip of his erection
to Duo’s entrance. He’d have given anything to slam into
the tight heat, but he knew Duo wouldn’t have been able to handle
that without extreme pain. The braided man stopped his slow plunge
into Heero when Wufei buried himself to the hilt before pressing him
forward so Heero was completely impaled and Duo released an explosive
breath. “You okay?” Duo’s hands tightened slightly on Heero’s
hips. “Hell yeah,” he said in a breathy groan. “Sorry,
Fei, but you have a new contender for middle.” Heero chuckled as heated sapphire eyes met deep onyx.
“You only have yourself to blame.” Wufei pulled back and snapped his hips quickly forward,
dragging a startled but happy yelp from Duo. He began a series of
pounding thrusts, thighs screaming from the torture of spreading over
the table, but that was extremely far from enough to stop him. Heero gripped the edges of the table as he was ruthlessly
and wonderfully taken. He wanted to reach down to show some attention
to his erection, but was afraid to release his hold on the table for
fear that he would be fucked off the table to the floor. Not that
he was complaining – not by any means! He was beyond ecstatic;
he just didn’t want to end up with rug burns in unpleasant places. Wufei pounded his hips into his love, relished in the
fact that every heady gasp Duo released, so did Heero. It was like
he was taking them both at once. He was euphoric in the fact that
he was bringing pleasure to both of his partners. “Damn… I don’t think…” Duo
trailed off with a loud moan. Heero sucked in a heady breath. “Shit! If someone
doesn’t… ngh… touch… m-me” his back arched
as Wufei wrapped a hand around his hard length and pumped harshly.
“Gods!!” Wufei shivered at the throaty cry and bit at Duo’s
shoulder as the braided man’s rhythm faltered and Duo’s
moans turned into short gasps as he came, filling Heero, and clenching
around Wufei’s length. Wufei couldn’t help but follow him
into oblivion, his hand falling from Heero’s erection and gripping
pale hips tightly. He pressed his forehead to Duo’s back between his
shoulders, gasping for breath. They were definitely doing this position
again. “Uh… guys, I hate to impose on your post-coital
bliss,” Heero gasped out, “but you’re leaving me hanging.” Wufei pulled out of Duo and knelt on one side of the
table while the braided man knelt on the other side, gazing down at
their panting lover like he was an intoxicating buffet. He groaned. “Don’t you dare tease me or I’ll
finish it myself.” He moved one hand toward his heavy erection, but they
gripped his wrists and held his hands on the table on either side
of his head. Wufei leaned over Heero to kiss Duo, tongues warring
for several minutes before he pulled back. He gazed into lust-darkened
violet eyes and whispered softly, barely a breath of air. The braided
man smirked and moved to squat beside Wufei. The Chinese man tackled Heero’s neck and chest
while Duo claimed the other Asian’s mouth. Wufei spread his knees
when he felt Duo’s fingers at his entrance, stretching him quickly
but thoroughly. He stood after he was satisfied he was ready and straddled
Heero. Duo pulled away and both he and Heero looked up as Wufei slowly
lowered himself on Heero’s hard length, half-lidded obsidian
eyes stared at them, full, kiss-swollen lips curling into a smirk
as a pink tongue ran over them seductively. “Loved being in charge for once, but damn I missed
this.” Duo chuckled while Heero could do little more than groan,
thrusting his hips upward to meet his lover’s downward drops.
Wufei felt his arousal already beginning to return as the hard erection
caressed his inner walls. There was nothing he physically craved more
than this. He knew that was a somewhat perverse desire, but he’d
found that denying it was far more painful than just accepting it.
He let his head fall back, keeping his moves measured and somewhat
sedate. Heero and Duo’s eyes were riveted to their small
lover. Of course, that was a fairly common occurrence for them. Wufei
was, in their minds, the perfect lover; and since he was theirs that
was all that mattered. He was attentive, giving, unknowingly sexy,
demure, and entirely belonged to the two of them. “Shit.” Duo dragged the word out as he leaned
down and took Wufei’s renewed erection between his lips. Wufei’s hips bucked and he couldn’t help but
speed up the pace as he rode Heero. Suddenly he found his hips held
in a tight grip, Heero slamming up into him with Duo swallowed him
whole. He cried out his pleasure in a wordless scream. Moments later
he felt Heero’s hot cum fill him while he released again inside
Duo’s mouth. He collapsed to Heero’s sweat slicked chest,
gasping for breath. He barely paid attention as he was lifted and cradled
in strong arms, carried first to the bathroom for a quick clean up
before being gently laid in bed. A warm body curled around him and
he drifted into a contented sleep where he only saw acceptance and
love from the two men who he needed more than the air around him.
While Duo and Wufei snuggled in bed, Heero moved into
the kitchen to make a quick phone call. “Hi, Heero.” “Hello, Father.” A sigh. “I miss the days you called me ‘Daddy’.” Heero couldn’t help but chuckle. “So you’ve
told me.” “How is everything?” “Well, Wufei would like to get together for lunch
tomorrow. Would that be okay?” “I’d love it!” “Good.” He wet his lips. “I… I need
a favor.” A moment of silence. “A favor? That’s a first.”
There was a hint of emotion in the man’s voice. “Name it
and it’s yours.” Heero, not for the first time, thanked whatever gods
that be for this angel of a man who’d taken him in. “Do
you know a businessman by the name of Chang? I don’t know his
first name.” TBC…. Reviews snuggled and huggled. ^_^ |
