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Warriors + Chapter 41
Daylight was gone and the fire
had died down to a red glow of embers in the fireplace when Quatre woke
up. He was warm and incredibly comfortable, enveloped in the mingled male
scents of his friends. It was little strange, finding himself cuddled
up against Heero, one of Heero's strong arms around his shoulders, Trowa's
hand warm on his own where they rested on Heero's chest.
Very strange indeed, but not in a bad way, he decided. Without reaching
out too much, he opened himself to the others.
Duo was comfortable, horny, hungry, relaxed, and glad to be wrapped around
Trowa again. Somewhere just below all that lurked a faint thread of worry,
though. He loved Trowa but was not ready to share his lover's body with
him. The feelings he had for Heero were powerful, almost confusing in
their complexity. Heero represented love, happiness, peace, but also safety.
It was the first time since he'd known Duo that Quatre had ever sensed
Duo feeling truly safe. Quatre pressed a soft, thankful kiss to Heero's
Heero's thoughts were a steady flow of satisfaction and arousal. He wanted
Duo, and even asleep was aware of Trowa's body between them and Duo's
hand warm on his shoulder. Duo glowed like a beacon in Heero's mind, surrounded
by a potent blend of love, desire, protectiveness, and concern that made
Quatre a little dizzy. But mingled with this were faint flashes of Trowa
and, even stronger-himself!
Quatre pulled back hastily, blushing. It was not a fully formed want,
certainly not an obsession, just a drowsy stir of pleasant animal desire
mingled with friendship. There was no question that he liked having all
of them in his bed. This confirmed what Quatre had thought he'd sensed
in Madrid and online, and then again this afternoon when Heero surprised
him with a kiss. The show of affection had been planned, part of the initial
assault on Trowa's emotional defenses, but there had been much more behind
it than mere show. Yet the desire and pleasure came without intent. It
was odd; Heero seemed to want him and Trowa without needing to do much
about it beyond basic physical contact. Even in the dark, with the others
sleeping, Quatre blushed guiltily at how much this pleased him.
Pushing this new knowledge down for the moment, he brushed Trowa's cheek
with his fingers, and his lover's sleeping mind with his mind, something
he'd hardly dared do for weeks now. He let out a silent sigh of relief
and let his eyes drift shut again. The storm that had raged in Trowa's
mind, becoming so painful to both of them this past week, had subsided.
Vestiges of sorrow, guilt and desire still remained, but the furious self-disgust
that had fueled the blaze was largely gone, diffused by their intervention
and the forcing of the issue. Trowa had been aware of his own feelings;
he simply hadn't allowed himself to believe that the others could accept
them. The fact that he could break down utterly and lose his self control
to such an emotional and sexual degree, and still find himself embraced,
especially by Quatre, had been a surprise, a relief, a revelation. Tears
stung Quatre's eyelids as he realized the true depth of his lover's fears.
He had actually believed that this was their last day together, that Quatre
would reject him, leave him, and the pain of that thought was so deep
and real that Quatre had to shut down completely and steady his own mind.
Even so, the echo of Trowa's despair made his breath catch in his throat
and his heart race. No wonder he'd looked so stricken yesterday!
Just then he felt a touch against his own cheek and opened his eyes to
find Trowa watching him across the flat plane of Heero's chest. Unspoken
understanding made them move as one as they gently freed themselves from
the others and left the bedroom hand in hand. Quatre heard someone stir
behind them, but the feeling of Trowa's knowing fingers sliding up the
middle of his back drove out all other concerns. His body caught fire
and he was in Trowa's arms before they made it to the dark bedroom across
the hall. Trowa caught him under the arms, pulling Quatre up to wrap his
legs around his lover's slim waist as they lost themselves in a kiss and
found the bed.
It was too dark to see in here, but Quatre had no need for sight as Trowa
lowered him onto the comforter, then found the waistband of his shorts
and pulled them off in one smooth tug. He heard the faint movement of
Trowa pulling off the sweatpants, than he was back, finding Quatre with
his hands and lips. Long, trembling fingers combed the hair back from
Quatre's forehead, then traced his eyes, his cheeks and lips, guiding
Trowa's own lips in for a passionate kiss. Quatre felt, rather than saw,
the warm body hovering close over his, not quite touching, then those
hands and lips moved down, worshipping their way down his throat, his
chest, down his arms and sucking his fingers then back along the same
both but down now to his belly, his hip, the inside of his thigh. . .
He felt the soft, small touch of a tear striking just inside his hipbone,
then another. "Quatre, mio dolce!" The soft, hoarse whisper was laden
with more emotion than his quiet lover could ever find words for, but
Quatre had never needed words from his Trowa, only this language of the
body that they both understood so well. Skin to skin, Trowa pledged and
proved his love, apologized and married him all over again, the silence
of the room broken only by the sound of hands and bedsprings and unsteady
Quatre's body was humming with desire by the time he felt Trowa pull back
and turn away, not a withdrawal, but a silent plea.
Quatre rose to his knees behind him, finding those upraised hips, and
the offered bottle of lubricant. He prepared them both with shaking hands,
then gasped as his cock slide into the inner, deeper darkness of Trowa's
tight passage, thumbs tracing without sight the promise inscribed on his
lover's skin, claiming and reclaiming the pledge there. Opening himself
to Trowa again, he drank in his lover's need for this connection, how
badly he needed the physical sensations of being filled and fucked and
taken and held, the way he craved the bite of Quatre's fingers on his
hips and the blunt thrusts that made him brace his arms against the mattress.
He even let himself feel a little punished, and flashed this to Quatre.
Quatre thrust in harder and reached down to clasp Trowa's balls, rolling
them in his hand, tugging gently at the sac. "You're mine, and I love
you," he growled, pounding a little harder. "No matter what, you are mine
and I am yours."
"Fuck me, meli," Trowa gasped, voice thick and hoarse and louder now.
"Make me yours, Quatre!"
The words, the voice, the shuddering body under him lifted Quatre out
of himself. His head fell back, eyes closed, lost in sensation. "Mine,
corazon. Mine, Trowa, oh Trowa, Trowa!"
"There he goes again!" Duo gasped as Quatre's quavering chant began.
They'd both woken when Trowa and Kat slipped away, and Heero had been
on him almost before the door closed.
Duo could feel the pent up desire behind Heero's bruising caresses and
wondered for a brief, jealous moment who it was that Heero was seeing
in the darkness.
Perhaps he tensed, or perhaps Heero read him the way Quatre read Tro,
for he whispered Duo's name, then kissed him, whispered it again, and
began kissing his way down his throat, still whispering it over and over
as he kissed and licked and mauled his way down to Duo's aching erection.
His whispers turned to muffled moans that vibrated the length of Duo's
cock and drove his arousal up several hundred notches to near orgasm in
seconds flat. He hadn't realized how incredibly horny he was until Heero
As good as that mouth was, Duo found himself pulling Heero back up, guiding
him between his legs, begging to be fucked hard and long, right through
the mattress. Heero slicked them both and plunged in. Guiding Duo's legs
around his waist, he made him hold on tight as he slid his hands under
Duo's ass and lifted him until only his shoulders were on the bed. A yelp
of passion across the hall and the sound of Quatre calling on Allah made
them both groan aloud, made Heero slam his hips harder, finding Duo's
prostate with every driving thrust.
"Hands-- over-- your-- head!" Heero growled between thrusts and the order
alone was as good as actually being tied up. Duo reached back, pressed
his palms to the headboard and kept them there as Heero held him up with
one arm and began jerking him off in time to his thrusts. Trowa cried
out and Duo felt Heero's cock jerk inside him, heard the catch in Heero's
voice as he let out a wordless cry of his own.
"You like that, hearing them fuck, don't you?" Duo gasped as another raw
cry came from Quatre.
Heero let out a guttural groan. "All of you. Love hearing-- Ah, so good,
Duo, you're so tight!"
Another cry from Trowa sent a jolt of heightened sensation through Duo.
Yeah, he got off on it, too, got off on the sounds and the knowledge that
Heero was listening to them and pumping all that horniess into Duo's tight
ass hard enough that he was probably going to have trouble sitting down
"Let me hear--you!" Heero panted. "Let them-- hear--"
"Oh yeah!" No one was louder in bed than Duo Maxwell when he cut loose.
"Oh yeah, baby, let me have it!" he yelled, and it wasn't an act. "Give
it to me, Heero, every hard fucking inch of that big bad cock! Oh! Uh,
oh yeah like that-- just like that! More, baby, more, all ya got!"
He'd always been loud in bed, but getting it up the ass from Heero Yuy
did things to him that no amount of fucking on his own had ever done,
reaching parts of him no one else had ever come close to touching.
Across the hall they heard an answering, "O fuck, yeah!" from Trowa, followed
by a steady stream of escalating moans from both of their housemates.
It was hot, this kinky duet, and Duo found himself crying out more loudly,
even as he listened for more. "C'mon Heero, don't hold back. Let me hear
you fucking me!"
Heero let out a ragged cry. "Ah Duo! Beautiful-- mine-- so-- ah-- fuck--
Oh, fuck, oh Duo, my-- oh fucking beautiful mermaid baby!
From the sound of things, it was entirely possible the four of them hit
orgasm at the same time. Whether it was actually true or not didn't matter;
the mere thought of it, coupled with the grip of Heero's hand around his
cock and the perfect prostate massage the head of Heero's cock had been
giving him for the past ten minutes drove Duo over the edge into an earth
shaking, mind shattering, teeth rattling, screaming orgasm, one that was
prolonged by the sound of Heero, normally the quiet one, yelling wordlessly
as his hot cum flooded Duo's ass, bathing him from prostate to balls in
his rich, slippery, musky essence.
They collapsed shuddering in each other's arms, listening with sated glee
to the sobbing gasps and cries across the hall. Heero held Duo close,
heart pounding, then rocked his softening cock against Duo's. They both
gasped at the residual shocks of pleasure.
As fantastic as the orgasm had been, Duo found himself wide awake and
wired, but not knowing quite what it was that he wanted. Before he could
even voice the thought, Heero rolled him onto his back and took his limp,
semen soaked cock in his mouth, gently licking and sucking him clean.
Duo moaned, then again, more loudly as strong, warm fingers entered him
again, setting off lightning flashes of pleasure that bordered on pain
in their intensity.
"Heero, baby, I don't know if I can take anymore!" Duo gasped out, but
his only answer was Heero's free hand finding his hands and holding them
down against the mattress over his head. Pinned and helpless, Duo felt
himself building unbelievably fast to a new pleasure peak.
"That's two," Heero mouthed around his half-hard cock, wiggling his fingers
to be certain Duo knew what he was talking about. Then Duo felt a shift
down there and more stretching. "Three," Heero informed him, and Duo could
tell he was grinning.
Three was good. Three was a lot, considering that Heero's hands were not
exactly small, but then he felt himself stretched even further as Heero
"Oh god!" Duo moaned. "Good, but all-- all I can handle, baby, but so
good. Gonna-- Think I'm gonna--"
"Come for me, Duo!" Heero ordered, twisting those fingers in his ass and
even half-hard, Duo had no choice but to obey.
Not to be outdone, across the hall Quatre was crying out, "Fuck me, Trowa!
Put it in! Oh baby, all the way!"
Duo's legs were twitching and shaking as Heero lifted them over his shoulders.
As he entered him again, Heero's cock was as hard as if he hadn't just
had a mind-blowing orgasm ten minutes ago.
"A little competitive, are we?" Duo panted, too wiped out and caught up
in his own afterglow to do anything but go happily along for the ride.
Heero froze, then stroked Duo's thighs gently. "No. That is--"
"It's OK, baby, go for it!" Duo said, wiggling against him. When Heero
sighed softly and resumed his steady thrusting, he added jokingly, "Send
Q-ball a little sugar while you're at it, huh?"
Perhaps it was only a coincidence. Perhaps it was power of suggestion
or maybe Quatre even overheard, but at the same moment Heero let out a
warning growl and smacked Duo on one ass cheek, Quatre let out a ragged
yell across the way, and Trowa followed with one of his own about two
seconds later. Heero gasped and stiffened, and Duo felt a fresh flood
of heat deep inside.
Heero really did collapse this time, sprawled on his back beside Duo,
one hand tangled in his hair. "Very naughty, Maxwell," he growled, but
sounded too winded to do much about it.
Duo curled up beside him and kissed his sweaty shoulder. Cum was leaking
out of him, making his butt itch and his thighs stick together, but he
was too exhausted to move, much less drag himself to the bathroom. He
was dozing off when he felt the bed shift as Heero got up. A moment later
he heard water running, then Heero was back, gently wiping him and the
sheets clean. Well, cleaner. Duo could hardly keep his eyes open, but
managed a grateful "love you, baby" and a nuzzle as Heero moved them both
away from the wet spot and curled up with him under the covers.
"Hey Yuy?" he whispered, tucking in under Heero's chin and wrapping his
arms around him.
"That was hot, huh?"
"Hn." But it sounded like a happy 'hn.'
Duo chuckled and kissed him on the chest. "Never figured you for the biggest
perv of the group."
Heero woke up just after dawn, feeling like he'd been run over by a truck.
A truck that loved him, perhaps, but he was still stiff and achy, and
a little fuddled from having slept longer than usual. It had only been
late afternoon when they'd taken Trowa up to bed.
Duo was still fast asleep, face buried in the pillows. Heero let him sleep
and went downstairs, tying his bathrobe sash as he went.
October was nearly gone and it was cold in the morning. The house was
not meant for winter occupancy. There was no central heating. Heero built
a fire in the living room fireplace, then went into the kitchen to make
coffee and find something to eat. Walking around barefoot on the cold
floors had woken him up fully and now he was starving.
He stared into the refrigerator for a while, wondering if baloney and
American cheese would taste good in an omelet. Maybe with some salsa.
He turned, intending to look for some in the cupboard, and found Trowa
pouring himself a cup of coffee at the counter. He had on his sweats and
a loose black sweater. His hair was sticking out in odd directions and
he appeared to still be half asleep.
"Is Quatre still asleep?" Heero asked.
"Mmmm. Put him back in bed with Duo."
This was stated as if it were the logical thing to do and nothing out
of the ordinary. Perhaps among the three of them it had been?
Trowa wandered off toward the living room with his coffee and Heero saw
that he'd also poured one for him.
Heero stared at the steaming cup; Trowa had done the same every morning
back during the time they'd spent together in the war. On missions he'd
always woken alert and ready, but during that long stretch of down time,
he'd been like this, sleepy and unkempt and slow to wake. But he'd always
poured that second cup.
As far as Heero could recall, he'd never once said thank you.
Picking it up, he slopped in a little milk and went into the living room.
Trowa was curled in an ungainly looking heap at the end of the couch closest
to the fire, still blinking and groggy. He appeared to be in danger of
dozing off and dropping his coffee in his lap. Heero walked over and took
the cup from him, setting both on the table in front of them. Then he
shifted an unresisting Trowa over, making room for himself by the arm
of the couch and pulling Trowa over against him to rest his head on his
shoulder. Far from objecting, Trowa shifted a little, settling more comfortably
and let out what sounded like a contented sigh. Heero hesitated, then
put an arm around him. Trowa accepted this, too, letting his body speak
for him. He was, Heero thought with a wry smile, the anti-Duo as far as
They sat there a while like that, enjoying the crackle of the fire and
the sound of the sea outside. Heero drank his coffee, but Trowa hadn't
reached for his. Heero thought he'd gone back to sleep when Trowa yawned
and said, "Thanks for yesterday."
"You're OK about-- everything?" Heero was a bit uncomfortable about the
sex part. It wasn't as if they'd all been in the same bed, but it had
definitely been a shared experience on some level.
Trowa chuckled softly and nestled a little closer next to him. "Mmmm hmmm."
That appeared to be his last word on the subject, until he asked softly,
with that same hint of amusement, "Did you mean to flash Quatre like that?"
"No!" Heero knew exactly what he was referring to. "Duo made a joke, during--
well, it just sort of--"
"It's all right, Heero. We both enjoyed it."
Both. Pulling back a little, he tried to read the expression in those
sleepy green eyes. Trowa's unruly bangs were more of a barrier than usual,
and without thinking Heero combed them back with his fingers, trying to
put that shaggy brown hair back into some sort of order. Trowa blinked
slowly, like a cat, leaning slightly into his touch, then reached up and
returned the favor, sliding long, skilled fingers against Heero's scalp,
half massage, half caress.
The touch sent a pleasant shiver up Heero's spine, but then alarm bells
sounded in Heero's mind as Trowa leaned in and brought their lips together.
It was only a brief, friendly kiss, though, with no demands. He retrieved
his coffee and settled down beside Heero again like they did this every
morning. Heero relaxed a little, thinking of all Duo had told him about
how they'd interacted. This felt intimate, but not sexual, at least not
at the moment. Having determined that much, he could admit that this felt
"So, any more interventions planned for today?" Trowa asked.
"Not of that nature. I am supposed to talk to you about seeing a therapist."
Trowa sighed. "Tried that just after the war. Didn't get much out of it."
Heero nodded. Although he did have to admit that his sessions with Dr.
B. had been helpful at times, the necessary verbal communication was difficult
for him. He could only imagine what it must have been like for someone
like Trowa. "Quatre would like you to give it another try," Heero told
him. "You do show some of the signs of post traumatic stress."
"I've been a soldier for as long as I can remember," Trowa told him. "It's
not a problem. It's all I knew."
"Hn." He was the last person to force such an issue. He'd done as Quatre
had asked and brought up the subject.
He assumed the discussion was over. He was thinking about taking a shower
when Trowa spoke again.
"When I was in the mercenaries, before Heavyarms, it was mostly men."
Surprised, Heero waited for him to go on. Trowa had never spoken in any
detail about that part of his life.
"We moved around a lot, never staying anywhere for long, not making connections
outside the group. I was the youngest, sort of the pet. They were good
to me. The captain--he looked after me." Trowa went silent again, but
Heero knew there was more to come. At last Trowa sighed. "The men-- they
had needs, you know? Not just sex, but to feel connected to someone. Some
of them hooked up. Some were just fuck buddies, but a lot of them were
like Kat and me, you and Duo. Love, you know?"
"It wasn't always just two, though. Three, four, even five. It worked
out for some of them, those clusters. They all had their own rules, the
way they handled it. Who did who and all that. Sometimes it was everyone
doing everyone, but in others, only certain people did certain things
together." He paused again. "Kinda like last night."
"Were you part of one of these groups?"
"No." A longer than usual pause followed. "No one touched anyone younger
than sixteen. But there was one group of three who-- who wanted me, when
I was old enough. They were my friends. They were very good to me . .
." He trailed off and Heero felt him tense.
Trowa gave a tight, strange little laugh. "You're sorry? I'm the one who
Heero waited, letting Trowa decide to say more or not, keeping his arm
around him. Trowa shook his head and sipped his cooling coffee. "There
was a mix up. Ancient history."
Heero rubbed his hand up and down Trowa's arm, keeping him close, letting
him know he was there, not judging, until he felt the tension ebb out
of him again. "Quatre was your first, then?"
Trowa shrugged. "First I ever loved."
"Duo is my first."
"He's worried that I want to fu-to have sex with you."
Heero had asked himself this a few times already. "I don't think so, although
the thought is not repugnant in any way."
Trowa nodded. "That's good. He's never given himself to anyone the way
he has with you. This may be hard for you to believe, considering how
fucked up I am, but I would never mess with that. Would you?"
"No. Not if it would hurt him, or Quatre."
Trowa sagged a little against him. "I've hurt Quatre, but I didn't mean
or want to. I would never mean to. He's--" His voice went husky. "He's
Heero hugged him again. "Duo is mine. I think we should agree to leave
things as they are for now."
"How are they, as you see it?"
"Friends who mess around?" Heero offered. "Duo explained the rules."
"Agreed. Once the tour begins, you won't see much of us anyway, unless
you come with us. You're welcome to, you know."
"Thanks. I'll talk to Duo. You need to concentrate on the show now. I'm
looking forward to seeing it."
Duo knew even before he opened his eyes that it was Kat he was hugging,
not Heero. He squinted in the early morning light, and then stroked the
silky blond and blue head nestled under his chin. "Hey Q-man. Wakey wakey."
Quatre grumbled something and burrowed against his chest. Duo tickled
his nose with the end of his disheveled braid until Quatre rubbed at it
and rolled onto his back, mumbling. "Don'! Tired!"
Duo propped his head up on one hand. Quatre did still look pretty wiped
out. There were dark circles under his eyes and a major hickey on the
side of his neck. And that was only the parts of him that showed. "Sounded
like some good make up nookie last night."
Blue eyes flashed open. Quatre looked at Duo, glanced around the room,
and sat up, frowning in confusion. "How'd I get back in here?"
"Tro carried you in a while ago. Told me to keep you warm."
Quatre fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes. "How was he?"
"His usual sparkling morning self. One eye open. Single syllable words.
No complete sentences."
"Did he seem OK?"
"Yeah, but you'd know better than me. Feel him out."
Quatre hesitated, then got that far away look for a moment. Then he smiled.
"I think it worked, Duo. Not completely, not 100 fixed or anything, but
he was so much better last night, when we--"
"Screwed each other's brains out?"
"Made love!" Quatre shivered happily and a pink tinge rose in his cheeks.
"Best in weeks! He wasn't afraid to touch me, and he wasn't sad. He really
got into it. So did you guys, from the sound of it!"
Duo grinned. "That was fun. Like my little present?"
Quatre's cheeks went red. "So that wasn't-- What if he'd freaked out?"
"Sorry. I just made a joke and I guess Heero's brain did the rest. He
didn't mean to. It was my fault. But you guys didn't mind?"
"Did it sound like we minded?"
Duo's grin broadened. "Nope! So, was what? Our first Gundam Boy orgy or
"Or something. I'm not quite sure what."
"And Tro's OK?"
"At the moment, he's content. He's with Heero in the living room. He's
feeling-" Quatre concentrated again. "He's peaceful for now. Heero is
really amazing, isn't he?"
"Back off, Winner, he's taken!" But Duo was mostly kidding.
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