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" I Warned You "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: Yaoi, Lemon Pairings: 4x5 Summary: Wufei misses a note that was left to
warn him. " I Warned You " Wufei pulled off his jacket as he moved into the house. His father had been extremely unhappy that he’d decided to leave the family business to go into physical therapy, but after an accident had nearly paralyzed his cousin – and watching her get back on her feet thanks to her therapist – he’d wanted to bring that same kind of hope to people. After graduating high school, he and several of his friends had decided to rent a house together. He didn’t mind sharing a living space. In fact, he was used to it. The best part was that his friend from childhood was also one of his roommates. He went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and found said friend sitting at the table with a frown marring his normally joyful face. “Something wrong, Winner?” Cerulean eyes turned to him. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He grunted. “That’s strange for you.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m not in the mood to put up with you today.” Wufei started. “What have I ever done to you?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s all your snide comments and sarcastic remarks. I don’t feel like dealing with it today.” Wufei glared at the blond. “Look, Winner, I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but don’t take it out on me if you’re too weak to handle your own problems.” “I’m not weak.” He snorted. “You look delicate enough to me.” Blue eyes flashed and Wufei suddenly found himself backing out of the kitchen while trying to judge when or if the blond would strike. How the hell had it turned into this? Normally his jibes at Quatre were either laughed off or shrugged off. He’d never seen his friend so angry and he’d known him for ten years. Hands gripped him and he found himself bent over the sofa arm, completely trapped by a strength he hadn’t realized the blond possessed. A strong grip held his wrists tightly. “Feel anything delicate now?” All Wufei felt was the muscled chest against his back. He tried to pull free but there wasn’t an inch to budge. “Quatre, I-“ He cut off when he felt a distinct hardness against his ass. “Quatre?” “How can a person be so intelligent and so oblivious at the same time?” “I don’t-“ “I love you, asshole. I don’t really get why since you think so poorly of me.” “Poorly? You’re perfect! You deserve so much more than those fake, pushy men who try to get you for your money. A hundred of them aren’t worth half of you.” Quatre released a breath against Wufei’s ear, sending an uncontrollable shudder through the Asian. “Could I have you? I want you, Wufei. I’ve wanted you since our junior year of high school, but you never caught any of my hints. Hell, for a long time I thought you were asexual until you hooked up with that bastard.” Wufei cringed. Treize had been a big mistake. He’d been treated like eye candy with nothing between his ears. He had a respectable job, and he was extremely smart. He’d just been enamored of the sophisticated older man. He sucked in a breath when he felt Quatre begin to thrust against him. “If you don’t want me, you better put up one hell of a fight.” The Asian looked over his shoulders with wide eyes. “I… Quatre, this… we’re…” “For fuck’s sake.” He yanked Wufei’s pants down and a moment later he felt a hard erection slide between his ass cheeks. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to form words.” Wufei’s breath caught in his throat. Was this really happening? He’d had countless dreams of what it would be like to be with Quatre. None of them went like this. “You… you’re not taking me dry, Winner.” “So as long as I prepare you properly, it’s okay?” Wufei swallowed harshly. He’d only ever been with Treize, and the sex wasn’t exactly amazing for him. Treize had seemed to enjoy it, though, and Wufei cared a lot more for Quatre than he did for his ex. He released a breath and stopped fighting. “Yes.” He closed his eyes when hungry lips attacked his neck and a slick finger slid into him. He couldn’t stop the moan that fell heavily from his lips at the penetration. He spread his legs as much as he could; silently asking for more. Wufei was losing his mind. He was helplessly pinned and that wasn’t a feeling he was used to, but somehow it made everything hotter. Quatre’s breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. The strong chest holding him down reminded him he was completely at the mercy of the man above him. But the demanding fingers stretching him were also gentle, pulling noises from his throat he didn’t know he was capable of. He’d never been so turned on in his life. He wanted more. He needed more. The slick fingers pulled out and he felt the blunt tip of that heavy erection against him. “Oh gods.” “Do you want this?” a husky alto asked. “Yes… fuck yes.” He relaxed his muscles as Quatre pressed into him in one fluid motion. It was like fire and ice; agony and pleasure. The pain would fade quickly, he knew. The intense pleasure would continue, though, and he forgot why he’d been objecting at the beginning. All that mattered was the hot, pulsing length inside of him. “You’re so tight.” He sucked in a breath. “I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year. You shouldn’t be surprised.” “I’m not… I’m happy.” He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. Wufei choked on a loud cry. It was beyond anything he’d ever felt. As demanding as Quatre was, he wasn’t rough. It was perfect. It was exactly what his body craved. “Like that?” “Shit yeah.” He clenched his hand into fists as the heavy length pounded into him, caressing over sensitive walls and pressing into his prostate regularly. It felt as if they were made to be together. Quatre’s lips nibbling his ear and hot breath washing over it sent shivers down Wufei’s spine, and the blond groaned softly. “You’re amazing.” Wufei grunted. “I’m not… ngh… doing anything.” Quatre slowed his thrusts. “But you are.” He hit Wufei’s prostate, pulling a deep groan from the Asian. “Your body is so receptive.” He pulled out and plunged in again. “Your voice is erotic.” “Gods… Quatre, I-“ he cut off with a whimper when the shaft inside him pulled out. Before he could protest he was flipped over and pushed further up on the sofa until he head was on the armrest. He looked up into darkened blue eyes as he legs were settled over pale shoulders. “You’re what?” Quatre asked with the blunt tip of his erection against Wufei’s entrance. He licked his lips. “I’m yours.” The blond smirked before ramming into Wufei’s willing body. Screams of pleasure filled the room as he was almost brutally taken by the seemingly innocent blond. If he’d been able to think coherently, he might have been beyond shocked. As it was, all he could do was feel the intense pleasure coursing through his body on every thrust. “Harder,” he gasped. “You’re wish,” the rest of the sentence was left unspoken as he took the Asian as hard as he could. Wufei folded his arms around Quatre’s waist and clenched his shirt tightly in his fists. It felt as if every nerve in his body was connected to the nerves Quatre was touching. He was on fire. “Oh, fuck… I can’t… Quat… Quatre!” His orgasm took him suddenly and his eyes flew wide. He’d never cum from only internal stimulation before. Moments later, the blond groaned and emptied inside of him. “Shit.” Quatre dropped his face to Wufei’s chest, sucking in deep breaths. He lapped his tongue across Wufei’s collarbone. “Please tell me this isn’t a one-time thing.” He grunted. “It better not have been, or I’ll be pissed off.” Quatre laughed softly as he gently pulled out of his new lover. “I’ll be right back.” Wufei rolled to his side and saw a slip of paper on the floor. He read it a couple of times before he couldn’t contain his laughter. It read: To Wufei: Do NOT piss Quatre off today! –Duo The door opened and he looked to the side at wide violet eyes. A moment later, the owner of said eyes was bent over laughing. “I warned you, man.” He smirked. “I’m glad I didn’t notice
before hand.”
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