Well, because I'm
not in the middle of enough projects at the moment, I'm starting another.
This story is, in some ways, an excuse to write smut, because I've been
wanting to read vaguely slutty G-boys for awhile.
However, being me, there needs to be angst too.
So. This story will have many lemons, of about every variety you can imagine,
including 1x2x3x4x5. It will also have prostitution, drug addiction, angst,
sap, some NCSish situations, Preventer business and a partridge in a pear
It will also likely be the first story I've ever written where I torment
Duo more than Trowa ;)
I would LOVE comments on it :)
Marking it Down to Learning + Chapter
Up in the Morning
"Goooood morning, ladies and gentleman! And a fine morning it is!
The forecast for today - well, we're going for eight days in a row! It's
more rain, rain and just for a change, toward evening we should see some
rain! No drought worries this year, folks! Right now, it's five-thirty
in the AM, 47 degrees - a little chilly for a May 17, and for your waking-up
listening enjoyment, we found something special for you back in the stacks.
Waaay back in the stacks - here's a classic from several centuries ago
- wishing you a Grooooovy Kind of Day, here's "A Groovy Kind of Love."
Wufei groaned, burying his face deep into his pillow as the sickly saccharine
tones of some long-dead crooner invaded the previously peaceful bedroom.
"When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue... "
"Turn it off," he begged, his voice muffled by the pillow.
There was no response, either from the warm body pressing up against his
right side, or from the other one, draped across him, sharp chin digging
into the area between his shoulder blades.
"When you're close to me, I can feel your heartbeat
I can hear you breathing near my ear... "
"Please make it stop," he groaned.
A loud chuckle sounded, practically in his ear.
"I don't know, Wu," Duo muttered sleepily. "I kind of like
"Me too," Quatre echoed sleepily, conveniently moving so that
his elbow as well as his chin was digging into Wufei's back. "Can
you feel my heartbeat, Wu?" he asked, his sleep-husky voice deepening
even further as he pressed his body even more tightly against Wufei's.
The Chinese man felt a stirring between his legs as he felt something
hard and hot press against his hip.
"Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love...
Wufei turned suddenly, displacing the blond. Quatre started to grumble
but caught his breath in a rush as Wufei grabbed him around the waist
and pulled him back on top of his. They both cried out at the same moment,
as their erections brushed together.
"Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all... "
"You can turn me onto this any time," Duo commented, pushing
himself up onto his elbow to grin down at the entwined pair.
"Turn that off," Wufei ordered breathlessly an instant before
Quatre captured his lips in a demanding kiss.
"When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can't control the quivering inside... "
"Are you quivering yet?" Duo asked, his voice heavy with laughter.
Wufei scowled, and parted his lips to yell at the braided idiot, but Quatre
took advantage of the move to boldly slide his tongue into Wufei's open
mouth, forestalling the possible distraction.
At the same instant, Duo's hand slid between their bodies, and Wufei moaned
loudly into Quatre's mouth as he felt the American's fingers softly caressing
his length, rubbing the sensitive skin between his fingers and against
Quatre's hard erection.
"Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love...
" Duo sang along with the radio, pushing his voice up into a hideous
"Maxwell, if you don't turn that off... " Wufei managed to gasp,
tearing his lips away from Quatre's for a moment.
"Nothing's getting turned off in here," Duo interrupted mischievously,
squeezing Wufei's shaft as he spoke.
"I can see that," came a bland voice from the door.
Wufei opened his eyes, looking past Quatre to the doorway of the room.
Heero and Trowa stood there, both in matching blue robes, wet hair attesting
that they had already showered.
The vision of the two sleek bodies, hot streams of water streaming down
toned, entwined bodies sent another jolt of feeling straight to Wufei's
already overstimulated arousal.
"Well, that's just fine," Duo was complaining. "What's
up with this morning? Everyone's getting some but me... "
"Doesn't seem at all fair," Heero agreed, his voice expressionless.
Wufei groaned as Quatre's lips moved down his neck to one tight nipple,
but he continued to watch the other men as Heero slowly crossed the room
to the bed. "Maybe we should address that problem."
"Great idea," Duo purred, lying back and pulling aside the covers,
revealing his naked body to the room.
The Japanese man's blue eyes lit up - Heero was the most easily aroused
of the group. Without further words, he ripped off his robe and fell eagerly
atop Duo, who just as eagerly wrapped his arms and legs around the other
"Hello?" Trowa called out, irritation apparent in his voice.
"We're supposed to be getting an early start," he reminded in
a hectoring tone as he approached the bed. "New case - early briefing...
this ringing any bells with anybody? Anyone remember this?"
He stopped by the edge of the bed, folding his arms across his chest and
glaring at the two entwined couples.
"Hand me the lube," Quatre requested, briefly lifting his head
from Wufei's chest, stretching one hand blindly out in Trowa's direction.
The green-eyed man sighed loudly in exasperation, but picked up the tube
from the bedside table and placed it in the Arab's outstretched hand.
Wufei groaned as Quatre's slickened fingers pushed slowly inside him,
and he shut his eyes to better revel in the ecstasy of the feeling, but
he could still sense Trowa's disapproving gaze on them.
Trowa hated to be late. When they were younger, Heero had always been
the fussy one. The one who was always focused on the mission, always on
time, always seeing the business first and pleasure later.
But after the wars, when the five of them had signed up with the Preventers
and signed on with each other, Heero had found that seeing to pleasure
first was... just a lot more fun.
Wufei supposed that many people disapproved of the arrangement the five
of them had together. At least, many people would have if many people
had known about it.
Everyone who did know disapproved of it.
Une, intently focused on her role as head of the Preventers, despaired
of anything that drew the attention of her best operatives away from the
Relena disapproved of it because she considered it the height of unfairness
that four people other than her got to sleep with Heero on a regular basis,
while she'd only had him on one drunken night which had driven Heero to
swear off liquor forever.
Hilde disapproved of it for similar reasons - even Duo wasn't inexhaustible,
and he since he'd hooked up with the rest of them, he was too busy, and
too tired, to play with her. She'd put up the good fight, tried to attract
Duo with every lure she could think of, but in the end she'd been out-maneuvered
and out-fought. She'd moved off planet, and pretty much washed her hands
of all of them.
Catherine despaired of the lifestyle her little brother had fallen into.
You knew you were being unconventional when you shocked circus folk.
Quatre's sisters had tried several times to take out contracts on the
lives of the other four former pilots. But when Quatre threatened to force
them all out of the company - and bought up controlling shares of stock
in all Winner interests to show the seriousness of his threats - they
had all back off, sulking loudly but making subtle, gleeful plans to draw
the attention of "Uncle Quatre" to their various sons and daughters.
Sally Po. She'd lectured him many times on the dangers of too much of
a good thing. It was just... tempting fate.
But Wufei argued that they could hardly be tempting fate when only at
the directives of fate could such a bizarre, unlikely arrangement have
been arrived at in the first place.
None of them had expected to survive the war. They had, though, and to
their great surprise they'd survived the one after that as well. After
the Bartons had been defeated, the people of the earth and the colonies
settled down determinedly into a carefully maintained peace. Everyone
had had enough of war. Their tastes of battle would last them a long time,
and everyone's focus suddenly turned to getting along.
That had left five teenaged former Gundam Pilots abruptly out of work.
They'd drifted for a few years, drifted away from each other, all of them
trying to find a place in this strange world that they'd helped to create,
but that they'd never expected to inhabit.
They'd been pretty miserable.
You didn't encounter a lot of people on the streets who'd shared the life
experiences they had.
Everyone had been affected by the war, sure. But most of them hadn't started
it, finished it, or directly influenced its course much.
So, eventually, they all found their way back to each other.
They'd signed up to join the Preventers, and spent another miserable year
working together, all of them living in their miserable little rented
Except for Quatre, who lived in his miserable huge luxurious townhouse.
They'd been bored, annoyed, sexually frustrated... and lonely.
They'd tried to find companionship - but it never lasted. People wanted
too much or too little. Noone seemed to be able to give any of them just
the level of interested but detached commitment that they were all looking
They wanted permanent relationships. Life was too short to keep ending
and starting over.
They just didn't want... the frills. The expectations. The engagement
rings, the choosing linens, the weddings, the meeting the families, the
introducing the significant other to the co-workers, the arguments over
whose apartment to move to, the reminders of biological clocks, the fights
over whose friends were more annoying, the why-do-you-love-me conversations,
the choosing-a-pet agonies, the joint laundry hampers, the remembering
anniversaries and birthdays and being in trouble if you didn't, the what-would-you-do-if-I-died
talk, the no-sex-with-anyone-else rule...
The business of a relationship.
They'd expected to die. The last thing any of them had wanted was to spend
the time they'd miraculously been given corralling themselves with petty
Even Wufei, who loved petty rules, and Heero, who knew nothing but a life
governed by them, finally reached that conclusion.
Duo and Quatre came to it first, independently of each other and the rest
of them. They'd convinced Trowa and Wufei, respectively, that that's what
they wanted too, and that they, Trowa and Wufei, could find it with them,
Duo and Quatre.
Then Duo had gotten to wondering about Wufei. And Quatre had always had
a soft spot before Trowa...
Before Wufei really knew what was happening, they were all living in Quatre's
huge townhouse, and every day was an adventure wherein you never knew
who exactly you were going to bed with.
Then one night Heero had shown up at the door, scowling furiously, demanding
to know why exactly he was being left out.
Once the other four had scraped their chins off the floor, they'd jumped
on the opportunity.
And on Heero.
And they'd been together ever since.
They had, Wufei was sure, more sex than any other group of twenty-three-year-olds
in the entire world.
And if, sometimes, any of them wondered vaguely what was in the future,
if they could really hold onto this level of casual togetherness forever,
none of them ever mentioned it.
They lived wholly, gloriously in the now.
Duo taught them all how to live from moment to moment, enjoying everything
Quatre shared unselfishly of all his wealth, enabling them all to live
together without any worries.
Wufei himself mediated between them all, ensuring that everything worked,
everything was smooth, everyone was happy. There was remarkably little
friction between them.
Heero guarded them all - and his time with them all - fiercely. Heero
had been the biggest surprise, had changed the most since the wars. Wufei
thought sometimes that the Japanese man was making up for all the years
of his childhood when he had not been allowed to feel any emotions by
trying to experience the full range of human emotions every single day.
There was never a dull moment around him, and his intense passions and
moods drove and excited them all.
And Trowa kept them honest. He made sure they still went to work, that
they didn't live in filth, that they did everything that they were supposed
to despite the almost decadent lifestyle they enjoyed. It was sometimes
a thankless task, but everyone tried to ensure that the green-eyed man
never felt unappreciated.
Right now, though, he was obviously annoyed.
He was right. They were supposed to get an early start this morning.
That's why Heero and Trowa had slept together, away from the others, the
night before. It wasn't unusual for any of them to wander off in randomly
selected twos or threes, but if efficiency were required in the morning,
Heero and Trowa always spent the night together. Old habits died hard,
and Heero was always the first one awake, and Trowa woke instantly. They
would get ready, and come wake the others.
All too often, though, a situation like this morning's arose, and they
Wufei cried out wordlessly as he felt Quatre's long, hard length press
against him, then slowly move inside him. He groaned, clenching his muscles
tightly around the other man's shaft, shuddering with pleasure when he
heard Quatre's low moan.
Dimly he heard Trowa sigh again. "Well, you all can explain to Une
why we're late," the tall man warned dolefully. A moment later, a
startled cry rang out, and the bed shook. Wufei, with difficulty, opened
his eyes to see that Heero had unceremoniously yanked Trowa into the bed
Without pulling away from him, Quatre took hold of Wufei's hips, and moved
them both several inches to the left, making more room for the others.
The bed was huge, like all the other beds in the townhouse. They had to
be - though none of them were large people, five did tend to be a bit
of a crowd, sometimes.
Wufei turned his head, watching through the haze of his own pleasure as
Duo and Heero easily overcame Trowa's initial resistance.
"Knock it off," Trowa complained, trying to push Duo's hands
away as the American untied his robe, pushing it away, revealing Trowa's
deceptively lean body. "I already showered," he protested, but
his arguments had lost their heat, and ended in a low groan as Heero's
mouth wrapped around the head of his manhood.
Duo pressed his mouth to Trowa's, and Wufei reached over and fondled the
tall man's nipples, squeezing harder and harder as his own pleasure mounted
as Quatre slammed into him with increasing force.
Duo and Trowa both moaned loudly, the sounds muffled, and Wufei looked
down to see Heero preparing both his lovers at once. A moment later, the
Japanese man moved back, and pulled on Duo's lean hips, positioning the
American over Trowa.
The auburn-haired man cried out loudly, pulling his mouth away from Duo's
as the braided man abruptly thrust into him. Wufei shuddered at the patent
eroticism of the sight, forcing his eyes to remain open even as his own
pleasure mounted higher and higher.
Then Heero moved, positioning himself over Duo, and thrust into the American
as Duo thrust into Trowa. The three started moving in tandem, slowly at
first, but then faster and faster as they became more sure of the rhythm
Wufei cried out as he felt Quatre's sure fingers wrap around his arousal.
"Hey. Keep your eyes on the main event," the Arab chided without
heat, and began to pump Wufei's shaft in time to his thrusts.
The Chinese man forgot about the others, focused only on his own pleasure,
his own delight, the man moving so forcefully in and out of his body.
Abruptly, Quatre stiffened and cried out, his lower body jerking against
Wufei's. Wufei felt his hot need explode inside him, and that, combined
with the sudden, unthinking tightening of Quatre's hand on his own arousal,
pushed him over the edge, and he joined his blond lover in oblivious pleasure.
They lay together for what seemed like eternity, Quatre hot and heavy
on top of him. After several long moments, Wufei slowly became aware of
his surroundings again, and turned his head to the side.
Heero, Duo and Trowa were moving faster now, their motions almost uncontrolled,
the careful rhythms of before lost in the frenzy of their lust.
Quatre rolled off Wufei and gathered him in his arms, and together they
watched the culmination of the pleasure of their other lovers.
Duo came first, slamming into Trowa with one last powerful thrust. He
screamed his pleasure, and sank his teeth deeply into the sensitive skin
of Trowa's upper arm.
The sudden pain had an immediate effect on Trowa - he tensed, his hips
thrusting wildly upward, and Quatre and Wufei saw his pleasure erupt,
coating his and Duo's chests and stomachs with his essence.
Heero growled in satisfaction and gripped Duo's hips, driving himself
forcefully into the slighter man, pushing Duo, still in the throes of
his own orgasm, deeper into Trowa.
They all cried out together, and Heero threw his head back, the tendons
in his neck working as he came. They all seemed to hang there, suspended
in time for a moment, then together they collapsed into a pile of sated,
sweaty, exhausted bodies.
Trowa and Heero's earlier showers seem to be a sadly wasted effort.
After a moment, Heero rolled off of the other two, and Quatre and Wufei
moved in closer to the other three.
They all lay pressed against each other, arms and legs and bodies intertwined,
for a long time, their mutual satisfaction too deep for anything to penetrate.
"Wasn't that looovely? We're feeling a bit nostalgic down here at
WSNC, the Sanc Kingdom's Home of Harmony, so we've got another twentieth
century piece lined up next! We've brushed the dust off this beauty, juust
for your morning enjoyment. So here's a little "Sugar, Sugar"
for your morning coffee! Thanks for waking up with us, and heeeere's the
"Sugar sugar... .oohhh honey, honey...
You're my candy girl
And you've got me wanting you... "
Wufei groaned, pushing his head down into the mattress.
"We've got to set that to a new station," he muttered.
"We've got to set it forty-five minutes earlier," Trowa added
Duo grinned, pushing himself up on his elbow, and leaning down to kiss
the deep frown etched between Trowa's brows. "We'll just tell her
we were busy having sex... She won't be able to think of anything to say
to that," he predicted airily, nimbly climbing over Heero and walking
naked across the floor toward the bathroom.
"Oh, perfect," Trowa shouted after him, nudging Heero until
the other man sat up, and climbing out of the bed to follow Duo. "I
can't just hear it now... 'Preventer business is of paramount importance...
Heero climbed out of the bed and wandered after them, taking up the recitation
with Trowa. " 'If you can't separate personal business from official
business, I'll have to assign these cases to some other agents... '"
Their voices faded away as they all disappeared from view. Quatre chuckled,
and swung his legs over the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly, stretching
his arms high above his head.
"I'll get some coffee," he ordered, absently rubbing his stomach
as he too strode naked across the bedroom. "Meet you in the green
bathroom," he called as he stumbled out of the room.
Wufei rolled over and stretched. He couldn't help the grin that tugged
at his lips as he heard Duo singing the radio stations last awful archaic
offering. The American's voice ended abruptly. He could only hope Heero
or Trowa had dunked him beneath the bath water.
"The cah-ray-ziness never stops here at WSNC," the DJs voice
assured him loudly.
Wufei grinned, and slammed his hand down on the top of the alarm clock.
"I feel your pain," he assured him, chuckling. "I know
exactly what you mean."
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