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"As Luck Would Have It"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Action/Adventure/Romance, Angst,
sap, fluff, mild lemons, multiple partner sex, light (playful) BDSM
(in moderate amounts), mild languag, Bastardized Howard (but he gets
better), Relena-bitch (she gets marginally better by the end too),
RxOC, mention of 1xOC (very brief/drunken one nighter/wake up and
run type thing ^-^) Dominant pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x2, 3x1, 2x4 Multiple
pairings: 1x2x5, 1x3x4, 2x3x4, 1x2x3x4x5 Summary: In a world of uncertainty a group of
teenage boy’s faces the challenges of their unique lives and
eventually discover their good fortune in each other. "As Luck Would Have It " Ch 15 “SHIT!” CRASH! CLATTER BAM! Duo just managed to duck before the plate off the bottom of the potted plant joined the potted plant in a heap on the floor behind his head. “WAIT!” CRASH! Who knew Trowa was a thrower? Damn good thing he was picking on the household greenery instead of the kitchen knives! “What in the hell’s going … Trowa!” Wufei barked, watching as the taller boy launched an ivy by the door at his braided lover. Duo managed to avoid it but he was running out of room to move with all the broken pots on the floor. “What are you doing?!” the Chinese boy exclaimed, jumping in between them just before his favorite cactus met an untimely end. “He hurt Quatre!” Trowa snarled, looking for more ammunition as Wufei glanced back at Duo’s frantic face. The expression he found clearly confirmed Trowa’s accusation. “All right!” Wufei yelled, wrenching the vine that usually sat by the front door from his hand. “Let’s just sit down and talk it out!” he demanded of the irate, auburn haired boy. Trowa stopped throwing things but his glare hurt more than the pots would have anyway. Wufei managed to get them into separate corners but Duo refused to take his eyes off the taller boy who still looked like he was searching for more ammo then pulled his cell and dialed Hiiro. “We have a situation,” he told his Japanese lover, explaining what he knew. Hiiro had Zechs take Hiire home with him for the night considering the nature of the problem and arrived some ten minutes later to find the two of them sitting silently on opposite sides of the room with Wufei on a chair in the middle, his arms folded stubbornly and his eyes set in determination. He looked incredibly relieved to see Hiiro. “What’s he talking about?” the Japanese boy asked his husband gently. “He hurt Quatre!” Trowa reiterated. “I didn’t mean...” “His wrists are all bruised and raw!” the taller boy growled, rising from his seat but Wufei stepped in front of him. “What happened with you and Quatre?” Hiiro asked, letting Wufei deal with Trowa. Duo sighed. “He offered himself to me in the basement today,” he said, noting how Trowa’s brow creased. “I guess I thought it was ok with him,” meaning Trowa, “or he wouldn’t have offered,” Duo told them. “You tied him down!” the taller boy went off again. “He’s not a god damn animal!” he growled, plopping back down in his seat since Wufei wasn’t about to allow him to move forward. “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” Duo retorted. “He just pulled on the cord to har...” “HIS ASS IS RIPPED YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Trowa roared, coming clean off the seat and making it half way across the room before Hiiro and Wufei managed to stop him but he ceased any and all animosity the moment he heard… “STOP IT!” in his husband’s angry tenor. The first one to speak after that was Duo. “Is that true?!” he gasped, looking a little angry and hurt. “It’s nothing to be concerned about,” the blond assured him. “Fuck,” Duo sighed, falling back into his seat as Trowa went to join his husband but Quatre held out a hand for him to stop as Duo breathed a heartfelt, “I’m sorry.” “I’m not,” Quatre snorted, looking the angry, auburn haired boy right in his emerald eyes. “I didn’t even notice it until I got home,” he informed them. “Not that I’m thrilled about having my ass be the topic of conversation,” he said, sucking a lot of the strength out of Trowa’s glare, “But I’ve had worse due to constipation. It really is nothing,” he said, shifting his gaze to Duo who looked immensely relieved to hear it. “He’s just mad,” he said, jerking his head at Trowa who now looked a little like a sullen cat, “because you didn’t treat me like a piece of glass,” he finished, shifting his gaze back to Trowa who was now looking for a place to sit. “You really liked him bullying you?” Trowa asked, bringing a defensive scowl to Duo’s face and a soft, toleration to Quatre’s as he went to sit beside him. “He didn’t bully me,” he told his husband gently, touching his hand. “I did this myself,” he said showing him the thin line on his wrist. Hiiro shot Duo a reproachful glance when he got a look at it and Wufei appeared mildly impressed. Whether it was with Quatre for being able to tolerate it or with Duo for being capable of inflicting it was impossible to discern. “I can’t… I don’t think I could…” Trowa stammered and Quatre dropped to his knees in front of him so he could look up into his face. “Aw, Baby,” the blond smiled, using that special endearment the others so rarely heard him use. “I never expected you to,” he told him, reaching up to touch his face. “It never really occurred to me until you told me about Duo’s fetish.” “Hey,” the braided boy started to object but fell silent when he realized it was the truth. “Honest,” Quatre smiled at Trowa warmly. “I wouldn’t want you to treat me like that,” he told him. “What you give me is absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t change it for anything,” he declared, bringing a small smile to the taller boy’s face. “Then why?” Trowa asked, gripping the slender, white hand that was still touching his cheek. “It’s just a game,” the blond explained, causing Duo to nod fervently. Wufei chuckled but Hiiro was still difficult to read. “It’s not a game you would enjoy or that I really want to play with you,” he explained. “I’m sure there are things you do with Hiiro that you don’t share with me?” he asked. Trowa paused to look at his Japanese lover for a moment then nodded, making Quatre smile again. “So, you see? It has nothing to do with you failing me in some way. It was fun,” he smiled at the blush on Duo’s face. “But I promise,” he went on, looking Trowa in the eye again. “We’ll be more careful next time, ok?” “Next time?!” Trowa gasped, sitting up straight again as he glanced accusingly at Duo. The longhaired boy just sighed and slouched in his seat. “I told you I enjoyed it,” Quatre said, sounding a little hurt for the first time. “But...” Trowa began, unable to go on when he saw the ache flooding his husband’s eyes. Another glance at Hiiro seemed to answer some questions for him. “You know I’m ok with you bedding him,” he said, just to make that matter clear. “I mean,” he said, wanting to be honest on the subject as he glanced back at Duo again. “I’m not really thrilled about it but… it’s not like I can really complain,” he said, gaining a small, supportive smile from Hiiro. “I just... I really can’t deal with the abuse...” “I didn’t abuse him!” Duo snapped, rising from his seat, clearly fed up with the idea that he’d done something cruel. “He didn’t abuse me,” Quatre smiled, backing him up. Trowa nodded. “I know… but... there’re marks,” he said, rubbing the thin red line on Quatre’s wrist. “Feels good,” the blond grinned, causing him to baulk slightly. “I’m not made of glass,” he shrugged. “I love that you’re so gentle but it’ll be nice to get a little crazy from time to time,” he said. This time it was Duo who smiled as visions of dancing Duracell’s swirled in his mind. “Now,” Quatre went on, standing up briskly and pulling his lover to his feet. “I think you owe Duo an apology and about five potted plants,” he said, looking at the mess on the floor. Trowa just stood there quietly surveying the mess for a long minute then he mumbled something that was all but inaudible to the broken pots. “What?” Quatre said encouragingly. “I want to watch,” Trowa repeated softly. It was very quiet for a time before Duo finally said in a voice devoid of emotion, “You want to what?” “I need to know he’s not hurting you,” Trowa went on. “Come on, man,” Wufei interjected. “You can’t expect them to...” “Now, wait,” Duo cut in, looking thoughtful as one of Hiiro’s brows shot up. The longhaired boy considered for a long moment, looking Trowa up and down before asking, “Can I tie you up too?” “Duo!” “Just so he can’t break my arms or something!” the longhaired boy ground out. “You really think you can sit there and watch while he’s screaming for mercy?” “You scream for mercy?” Trowa asked as Quatre blushed bright red. “Well, I wouldn’t be doing it right if he didn’t,” Duo sighed. “It’s a game remember?” he told him. “I make like the mean, nasty master and he whimpers and cries a lot. Works for me,” he grinned, looking very happy with the thought. “Do I know you?” Hiiro finally interjected; an expression of deepest bewilderment on his face that made Duo blush and laugh. “What?” the longhaired boy asked. “You want to watch too?” Hiiro’s hand slammed into Wufei’s chest as he opened his mouth to speak, knocking the wind right out of him before he could reply to that question. A full month had passed before Duo started feeling the need to sew Quatre’s pants to the couch with his legs spread again. When it got to the point he couldn’t be with Hiiro or Wufei anymore without visions of Quatre cropping up he confessed his need to the blond who appeared to be more than willing to cooperate. Since Trowa had requested an audience the union had to be planned this time so they decided that Duo would come over for dinner that Saturday night and just spend the night with them. Hiiro suggested that he at least come and stay in the house in case Trowa lost his temper again but Duo and Quatre insisted that they could handle it even if he did. The fact that Duo intended to use Hiiro’s gundainium cuffs he’d acquired during his short stint as a Preventer to secure the tall boy helped to ease his mind a great deal so he agreed to allow them their privacy. Dinner was a very odd occasion. The three didn’t seem to be able to talk to each other, leaving long, uncomfortable silences that Duo was really fed up with by the time coffee rolled around. “How did you guys deal with it when Hiiro first started joining you?” he asked. “There was never a problem,” Trowa informed him. “It’s very comfortable with him,” he said, making the heavy atmosphere even thicker. “Cuff him,” Quatre said suddenly, standing from his chair. “What?” Duo gasped, almost dropping his coffee cup when Quatre jerked his shirt over his head. “I want to do it,” the blond told him. “Here… now.” “Fuck that!” Duo barked, putting his cup down. “This is my game,” he told him, tossing his shirt back at him “We play by my rules,” he told him, standing steadfast while he waited for him to put his shirt back on. The moment it was over his head the handcuffs hit him in the chest. “You do it,” he told him. Quatre smiled, knowing that the game had just begun. “Here?” the blond asked obediently. “Make’im comfortable,” Duo told him, going to get the bag he’d left by the door when he arrived. “This is going to take awhile,” he promised, opening it on the dining table. “Don’t forget,” Quatre told his nervous looking husband as he cuffed his hands to the banister railing at the bottom of the stairs. “Duo would never hurt me on purpose,” he reassured him, making sure he was comfy in the easy chair they’d pushed over for him to sit in. He bent to kiss him but found himself snatched away by the waist, his back suddenly crushing into Duo’s front as he held him fast, one hand around his thin waist, the other buried in his thick, golden hair as he bent he head sideways and licked the entire length of his long neck before hissing in his ear. “Don’t be too sure about that.” Duo offered Trowa a wink when he said it to help ease his mind but he had no intention of letting on to Quatre that he didn’t mean every word. The blond boy was already trembling before he even got him back to the table where he put him up on top of it and made him get on all fours. He turned and started the CD he’d brought for mood music, filling the air with an evil little beat then spent a while just teasing him, working him up until he was hot, thrusting back into his hand and all but begging out loud to be touched more forcefully. Duo had pulled his pants down just far enough to really tantalize him, his pale cheeks shining for all to see. He reached around and took hold of the leash he’d placed on the collar he’d put on Quatre’s neck when he’d first started, wrapping the leather cord around his palm twice before tightening up the slack enough the blond boy was forced to lower his head, putting his ass higher in the air. Quatre barked a small cry of shock and pain as Duo’s hand came down on the soft flesh of his rounded little ass. Trowa sat up straighter in his chair as Duo grinned at him and did it again. “I think I’m really going to enjoy this,” Duo purred, seeing the way his `abuse` was affecting the boy’s lover. He got down to a little more business then, digging into his bag for some of the more interesting toys he’d purchased. It had taken him hours online to find the things he wanted to try, loving the fact that he’d brought his victim off at least once with each of them so far. Trowa had managed to keep his mouth shut and Duo was starting to think of it as a challenge to make him speak so he stepped up the pace a little. Quatre was crying and begging him to stop before he’d even used up half of his battery supply but it was making him so hot to see the boy laying on his back dressed in a cat costume, covered in his own juices, sweaty as hell and begging to be nailed he couldn’t hold off any longer. The first full union of the night was done on top of the table. Duo wondered if Trowa had been aware that his lover’s legs would spread that far apart but the green eyed boy remained stoically silent throughout. “Clean me,” Duo ordered of his kitten slave after they’d regained their composure and Quatre, as wobbly as he was, followed him to the couch and cleaned both his feet and his groin. Duo took great pleasure in staring Trowa right in the eye as he pushed the blond boy’s head down between his legs but the taller boy still showed no outward sign of animosity. There was a thick sheen of sweat on his skin and a tension in his body but that was all. Duo stopped the blond before he lost his edge, pulling him up and laying him over the edge of the couch where Trowa was sure to be able to see every little thing he did to him then proceeded to show him some things that made the boy’s lover sink his fingers right through the material of the couch and bite a hole in the throw pillow under his head after which Duo took him for the second time very fast, very hard and very violently. He’d lost it a little during that one and knew the back of Quatre’s head would be a little sore where he’d pulled his hair so he spent some time washing him off and bringing him down slow to make up for it. Quatre didn’t seem bothered with any of it, though. The rougher he was, especially at times like that, the better he seemed to like it. Duo noticed before he started the third round that Trowa now had a nasty tooth mark in his lower lip but that fact only spurred the braided youth on, making him want to draw even more reactions from him. The next was against the living room wall where Duo took the time to taste him thoroughly then nailed him to the wall with a barbaric ferocity that left him in tears and shaking like a leaf. Then it was time to do a little pampering again as he laid him a bed of pillows on the floor and worked him softly, gently drawing sweet groans of appreciation from him while he watched Trowa’s eyes watching them intently. He got off on the fact that he could hold Trowa’s gaze when he crawled onto his back and took him long and slow, changing positions several times. He found he really liked the way the boy’s green eyes felt on him while he was doing this to his husband. He liked it when his other lovers watched as well but this was different, it gave him a feeling of absolute power and he was seriously getting off on it. He refused to allow himself culmination when Quatre finally gave in again, jerking him suddenly from the floor before he’d even caught his breath and tossing him over the back of the couch where he lit into him hard, spreading his legs wide so Trowa was forced to watched each and every brutal thrust while his husband cringed and cried and groaned in pure rapturous agony. It only took one good clear look into Trowa’s emerald eyes for Duo to finally see the passion smoldering deep down inside and totally lose it. He couldn’t control himself, laying into Quatre with a brutal force that was bound to leave the boy with deep bruises, his mind and ears listening intently for any sound or action that would alert him to Quatre’s desire for him to stop but he didn’t find one. The couch legs were squeaking as they were pushed in little segments across the hard wood floor by the force of the longhaired boy’s thrusts when the sound of splintering wood suddenly filled the air. Duo had just enough time to look crestfallen before Trowa was on him. Quatre couldn’t do a thing as he slumped exhausted and spent to the floor. It took Trowa all of two seconds to be planted firmly between Duo’s legs, kissing him savagely; a moment later the braided boy suddenly howled and arched back hard as the taller boy took him in one violent thrust that was instantly followed by another and another until Duo’s fingernails were digging into Trowa arms so deep they drew blood. Quatre gathered himself together enough to crawl over, his feeble protests and admonitions that his lover was hurting their guest silenced as Duo’s hand sank into his hair and pulled him down engulfing his mouth in a desperation that bordered on pure insanity. A shift of the hips and a well placed hand and suddenly Quatre was seated on top of Duo, the braided boy’s hands gripping his hips as Trowa slammed into his ass. It lasted a remarkably long time as the taller boy apparently harbored a great deal of resilience and Duo purely refused to release before him. Quatre was spared any father savagery because Duo couldn’t get a good angle with Trowa crushing him every couple of seconds but when things finally came to their peak Duo made sure the blond boy went over the edge with them. It had been wild and reckless and nothing like he’d planned but Duo had nothing to complain about. He was very happy that Trowa had managed to get loose even if his ass did feel like someone stuck a campfire log up there. Man, no wonder Quatre used the word `coma` to describe his unions with Trowa and Hiiro. He really just couldn’t imagine them both at once. Then again, the blond had said that Trowa wasn’t this brutal with him so maybe it was just Duo who inspired him to such carnage. Duo ended up spending the night after all even though it was only about two a.m. when Trowa got free. Once the ice was broken the taller boy took great pleasure in showing them both as much love as he could managed until they finally passed out. Duo woke the next morning to the smell of fresh muffins and coffee and the sounds of someone bustling around the room. Quatre had also woken at the sounds and stretched happily. Duo knew he had to be sore as hell but he looked down right chipper. It was totally disgusting so he hid his head back under the cover and snuggled up to Trowa’s warm back. “Will you be needing anything else, Master Quatre?” a woman’s Hispanic voice intoned. Duo knew that voice and was not surprised to see Katrina, the couple’s live in housekeeper and cook, standing there when he peeked out. “Master… Duo?” the woman inquired, peering at him as if she expected his head to be attached to some other body. Duo blushed and grinned, waving a finger at her from the safety of the blankets. “Where is Master Hiiro?” she asked suspiciously. “Umm, home?” Duo replied. “Iiiie, Santa Maria…” the woman prayed, leaving the room as quickly as she could, dropping a trail of prayers and exclamations in her wake. “Guess I should call him,” Duo mused, thinking of what his husband might say when he told him the news but he never made it out of the bed to make the call as Trowa was suddenly over him, kissing him soundly. “Mmmm,” he moaned, loving the way the boy’s kiss dripped that savory heat down his throat. He had to hand it to Hiiro, he really had good taste. “Come on,” Duo grinned when he’d had his fill. “I told him I’d be home before ten.” “Let him wait,” Trowa smiled, steeling another kiss as he slipped an arm around Quatre’s waist to prevent his escape to the food tray. “Mm, why?” Duo asked as he transferred the kiss to Quatre’s smiling lips. “’Cause I’m mad at him,” Trowa told him once he’d had his fill of him too. Though he appeared to be done kissing for the moment, he had managed to tuck both of the slender boys under his spread legs, effectively imprisoning them beneath him. “Why?” Quatre asked, giggling as his green eyed lover tried to tweak his left nipple playfully. “’Cause he’s been holding out on me,” Trowa answered, bending to kiss Duo again and things turned a little less playful. “I always knew you were beautiful,” he told the braided boy. “But I never realized just how exciting you can be,” he smiled kissing him again. “Hey,” Quatre pouted sulkily, pulling on his long bangs. “Over here,” he smiled indicating he’d like some too which Trowa was only too happy to supply. The emerald eyed boy drew back and looked down at the resplendent vision beneath him. Two warm, willing bodies that were as sweet on the inside as they were on the out, each with their own personal set of perfectly refined talents to offer up to his ravenous appetite and he couldn’t help but think he was the luckiest man alive.
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