OK, I can't help it. I had to post this, even though it's still

being beta'd. If I screwed up, I'll just have to post again. I was

just so excited I had actually written something for this list!!

It's fluff and sap and LEMON! A lot of lemon. The first I've

written for a while. Wufei, Quatre and Duo. I wrote this for the

lemon, and to contribute to this list. Any allusion to plot is

purely coincidental and is only there as a frame to the mindless

lemon. I can't help it. I just have to put a darn story around the

things. I guess this is my first threesome as well!

Hope you enjoy!

Love you guys!

Wasted Time

By Caer

Let me go!"

Quatre struggled violently against the ropes that bound his hands and

feet as he was bodily carried by Wufei and Duo into the small, one

story cabin he had apparently been kidnapped and carted to. He was

fighting instinctively. He had awoken from a hazy, drug induced

state to find these two dragging him out of their jeep. Before that,

all he remembered was going to bed in his penthouse apartment on L-4.

He twisted his body violently and almost managed to slip from Wufei's

grasp, but the Chinese boy's arms were looped under Quatre's back and

between his armpits and after an unbalanced moment, they righted

themselves and held him even tighter.

"Stop fighting this." Wufei hissed in his ear.

"No." He kicked his bound feet, but it did no good. He was

helpless.

His captors dragged him through the tiny cabin and into the back

bedroom where he was dumped on the bed and held in place even as he

struggled.

"This is for your own good Quatre." Duo said, his eyes hard as he

held the boy down while Wufei pulled a length of rope from the bare

dresser by the bed. The two tied Quatre's hands and feet to either

end. He writhed and fought, but finally stilled in exhaustion. His

face was slightly red from strain and his bangs clung to his forehead.

"Let me go! Why are you doing this?"

"Don't play dumb with us Quatre!" Duo snarled. "You're the one who

wanted to get rough."

Duo sat on the bed, keeping a close eye on the boy and taking his

boots and shirt off while Wufei angrily stripped his shirt and

pants. Quatre stared, a strange panic beginning to bubble in his

chest.

"No." He whispered. "This isn't right."

He turned to Duo, trying not to shake. He could feel conflicting

emotions from the two boys and could barely clear his head enough to

distinguish them from his own.

"Duo, please don't do this."

Duo stared down at him, his brow furrowing.

"Hey Wufei." He said, never taking his hard gaze off of Quatre. "I

think he may be back with us. He looks a little scared."

The last part was said with a hint of worry and Quatre, for the life

of him, couldn't understand what was going on. Wufei looked over

at him, pulling on a different pair of pants.

"Eh?" His brow raised, the Chinese boy walked over, still tying his

drawstring. He looked at Quatre, skeptically.

"Do you think the drugs have worn off?"

"Huh?" Quatre breathed. Drugs? What was going on? "What do you

mean?"

"Quatre..." Duo placed tentative fingers on the damp forehead,

pausing for a minute... watching him, ready to pull the fingers away

at any moment. Quatre was beginning to get mad. What was he going

to do? Bite?

"Don't you remember?" Duo asked quietly. "Quatre you tried to kill

us."

"Tried? Hmph!" Wufei said, rubbing his arm. "He damn near

succeeded."

"All right. What's going on?" Quatre hissed. "Drugs? Why did YOU

drug me and tie me up?"

"Quatre, calm down!" Duo placed a gentle hand on the venting

blonde's chest.

"Careful Duo." Wufei warned. Quatre tried to glare at him, but his

indignation had no energy behind it and he slumped, allowing an

exhausted and defeated whimper.

"Just tell me what's going on."

"Quatre." Duo started. "You've been missing for two and a half

weeks."

Quatre gasped as Duo continued.

"When we didn't get your weekly communication, we called Rashid. He

said that you had disappeared from your bedroom two days ago. We've

been looking for you ever since."

Quatre only listened quietly. Duo watched his eyes as he told the

story.

"It took a while, but we finally got a signal from your tracer. You

were back on earth, seemed fine, greeted us politely, then you and

your new colleagues politely proceeded to shoot at us with very big

guns."

Quatre shook his head faintly. He remembered none of this. "But

why? Who were they?"

"A bunch of terrorists who didn't know what to do without a war to

fight. They decided that anyone associated with the Gundams needed

to be annihilated. Apparently, one of them recognized you from the

test facility when you and Heero were testing Wing ZERO. The rest

seemed easy. They got their hands on a prototype brainwashing drug,

a form of LSD and used that and... various other means to make you

think we were your enemies."

"Other means?" Quatre whispered as he both felt and saw the anger in

Wufei's body and a little from Duo as well.

"They tortured you Quatre... quite badly, electroshock, and sleep

deprivation, sensory deprivation..."

Wufei was visibly shaking now and Duo rushed over, brushing the stray

black hairs that drooped into his eyes.

"It's all right Wu." The Chinese boy nodded, looking at the blond,

clear hurt in his eyes for Quatre's pain. Quatre shifted in his

ropes so he could see them better. Now that his head was clearing he

could feel the anger and worry and exhaustion from the two pilots.

Quatre tried not to think too much on what had been done to him. He

concentrated instead on the present and on the fact that it was over.

"I'm all right now Wufei. I don't remember any of it. I'm sorry I

overreacted." He said in an attempt to console the agitated young

man.

Duo kissed Wufei on the cheek and received a quick nod and a kiss in

return. Quatre turned away, trying not to feel left out, schooling

his expression as Duo turned back.

"You did kind of freak out on us Quatre. Did you think we were going

to rape you or something?"

Duo flinched as Quatre turned his head away.

"Quatre?" There was obvious hurt in his voice. "You think we would

do that to you?"

"I'm sorry." Quatre said quietly. "You tied me up on the bed and I

saw Wufei take his pants off... I was scared. I'm sorry." He shut

his eyes wearily, but opened them shortly after as he felt the bonds

around his wrists cut. He rubbed the raw spots as he looked up

confusedly at Duo. Wufei was mirroring the look.

"Duo, are you sure..."

"He has no weapons Wufei. He's acting normal again. If he acts up,

we can handle it, but you won't, will you Quatre."

Quatre held a hand to his head, closing his eyes in frustration while

Duo untied his feet.

"I don't think so. I don't know." He looked up. "Duo, I don't even

remember trying to attack either of you. I can't believe I would do

something like that."

"Neither could I." Duo countered. "Not before you tried to

introduce me to a 18 story drop. I'm lucky Wufei was able to knock

you out before you let me go."

Quatre felt sick as he thought about what could have happened, that

he could have lost one of them.

"I'm sorry."

Duo ran strong rough fingers through the delicate blond hair.

"No worries Quatre, we're all Ok. What they did to you to turn you

against us, I..." The braided boy bit back his words, even as his

hand continued to stroke Quatre's hair hypnotically as his violet

eyes held Quatre's. "But why would you think that we would take

advantage of you like that?"

Quatre looked down at the patchwork quilt that covered the bed. It

was mostly the lust he had felt from the two pilots. The lust that

had always been there, but there were... other things.

"It has happened before."

Both pilots looked at Quatre, horrified.

"Quatre, when? Who?" Wufei came to sit on the other side of the

bed. He put a hand under the blonde's chin and Quatre cursed

inwardly for saying anything at all.

"Was it them Quatre? Did they torture you... sexually?"

Quatre pulled his chin away.

"No, I don't think so. This happened a long time ago." He

swallowed, trying to get some moisture on his parched throat,

desperately hoping he could get away from this subject as soon as

humanly possible. "I'm over it. It's no big deal. It just brought

back memories."

"How long ago?" Duo growled. "Quatre, you're only 19. How long ago

could it have been?"

"Five years."

Quatre swallowed nervously at the ensuing silence. He forced a weak

smile up his two longtime friends.

"It's really not a big deal. It was so long ago. I'm through with

it. I did the therapy, I got over it and I went out and completed my

missions. Case closed."

Duo put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is that why you never got together with Trowa... because of

memories?"

Quatre tried to hide his frustration. He wanted to yell out that he

wanted them, that he had always wanted them, that he couldn't go 5

minutes without thinking about one or both of them. As usual, poor

Trowa got pulled into things... though Quatre had to admit, he did

have quite a fascination with the first pilot he ever met. It had

been an obsession that had been Relena-ish in proportions, but had

quickly died when Quatre had accidentally almost destroyed the quiet

young boy, killing Quatre's childish fancy right then and there,

though the crush had been the point at which Quatre had discovered

his preference for men. Pushing these thoughts away, he tried to

answer Duo as best he could.

"Duo, Trowa's straight, even if I did want him."

Duo balked at this, as one didn't hear the word "straight" much in

this day and age. Though it had been a norm in the past, these days,

people were bisexual by default. That's just the way things were.

There weren't many that had a strict preference one way or another,

though it wasn't impossible to find people who only preferred the

opposite sex, it was rare.

"Then, have you been with anyone since then?"

"Duo, I'm very tired." Quatre decided this conversation needed to

end. He felt weak and confused and nervous and drugged. The

frustration his situation along with coming down off whatever drugs

were coursing through his body, forced small, almost imperceptible

tears of frustration from his tired eyes. He either wanted to curl

up and go to sleep, or get up and do something. "Can we talk about

this later?"

"Here." Wufei said, throwing a set of silk pants and a shirt at

Quatre. "You should probably take a shower first so you can get some

sleep. If you haven't noticed, we stink."

"No shit." Duo agreed. "Wufei had to carry you through 2 miles of

sewer lines while I created a diversion to get you away."

Quatre let his head roll back. That's why Wufei was undressing. He

felt so embarrassed. All those little hints, along with the mixed

emotions he was receiving from the two pilots, Quatre thought

something had been wrong with them. He was still so confused, and

his mind felt wooly. If this was what being drunk was like, he never

wanted to try it. Maybe a shower would help his head clear. He took

the silky garments and forced his stiff body up and off the bed,

grateful for the support when Duo helped him off the bed, holding him

until he could steady himself. Before he headed for the shower. He

turned.

"Thank you, both of you. Thank you for coming to get me."

"We care about you Quatre." Duo said, almost glaring at the blond

with a sincere and indescribable look in his violet eyes. "

"I... Thanks." Quatre's hands fluttered fretfully as he went into

the bathroom.

"Quatre."

"Hm?" Quatre looked out at Wufei, who looked toward the door.

"Leave it open. Just in case." The usually stern Chinese boy added

gently.

Quatre blushed, but nodded and stepped into the shower, various

garments dropping to the floor from behind the curtain. The two long-

haired boys craned their necks a bit to try and sneak a look, but to

no avail. Duo turned to his lover.

"He's nervous Fei."

"Yes. Nervous, but definitely out of danger."

"The tests cleared then?"

Wufei nodded.

"He wasn't lying to us this time." He picked up a small black device

that had been lying on the dresser; scanning through the data it had

pulled on the physical condition of the three pilots in the

room. "That, or he's gotten as good as Heero and Trowa at

controlling his heart rate and breathing. He was nervous though.

The alkaline levels spiked at certain times during the conversation.

"So he's ok. Sally was right." Duo sat down on the bed, extending

an arm.

"Yes." Wufei sat down in Duo's lap, folding into Duo's embrace, and

ran gentle fingers down the light Quatre-inflicted bruise on his

lover's right temple. "With his training, they had to keep him on

the drug to keep him under their power."

Duo leaned his head against the broad chest.

"I'm glad. I wonder why he's so jumpy then." Duo's eyes widened and

he pushed Wufei back enough to face him squarely. "Wu, you know how

he is about people's emotions. Do you think he felt how we feel

about him?"

"He thought we were going to rape him. Perhaps our desire, along

with my state of undress and his captivity confused him."

Duo nodded and clutched the muscular hips of the Chinese pilot.

Burying his head further in the cool silk.

"I thought he could tell sometimes. I wonder why he never said

anything."

"If you're right, perhaps he was afraid of coming between us."

"Good point." Duo looked up briefly as he heard the water turn off.

He shrugged and turned back when he saw a towel a small pale hand

grope around before finding a towel and pulling it off the rack. Duo

shook his head. "Wufei, he was only 14. How could someone do

something like that... to Quatre?"

"He's beautiful, Duo, that's why. That alone."

"We have to tell him Wufei."

Wufei looked over at the bathroom, slightly apprehensive, then back

at Duo.

"I don't know that he would be receptive to our attentions." He said

quietly. "He seems to be nervous about our relationship as it is."

A loud thump and the sound of flesh hitting porcelain brought both

pilots to attention and they ran into the bathroom.

"Quatre!" Duo yelled, throwing back the curtain. "Are you ok?"

A pale, surprised Quatre looked up at Duo, unconscious of his

nakedness at the moment. His eyes were glassy and lost in

remembrance. He shivered though the bathroom was warm and steamy.

"The brainwashing. Duo, I remembered."

"Come on." Duo took Quatre's arm and helped him up and the soggy

blond, stepped out shakily, letting Duo wrap a towel around his

waist. Quatre steadied himself on the warm bare shoulder.

"I'm Ok, I think. It just all came on so suddenly. They... they

used you against me."

"Us." Wufei prodded.

Quatre nodded. He pulled the pants on under his towel and slipped

the silk shirt on. Duo moved to help him as his hands still shook

and he continued to ramble.

"They told me that the war was your fault. They had me convinced

that everything I had to do was your fault, Trowa, ZERO, all the

deaths, my father. They told me that you used me and then..."

Duo looked up from buttoning the silk shirt.

"And then?"

Quatre looked at the wall behind Duo, his body tense.

"And then you left me." He turned and walked out into the other

room. Though he was trying to mask it, the sadness could be heard in

the gentle cadence that only Quatre's voice had. Duo looked at Wufei

briefly and saw the decision of truth he wanted to see in the raven

eyes. He followed the despondent blond pilot.

"Quatre..."

Quatre turned and smiled weakly. He didn't make eye contact, but

looked at Duo's shoulder instead.

"I'm sorry Duo. I didn't mean it that way. There's just so much

going on in my mind right now.

Duo moved forward briskly and took Quatre by the shoulders, slipping

one arm around the blond head and pulling him in. He pressed gentle

lips against the soft mouth that opened in surprise. He deftly held

that mouth open and explored the taste and feel of it while he had

the advantage. Quatre melted against the braided boy against his

better judgement. He had wanted this so much, but Wufei... He pushed

away, looking for Wufei, but took a sharp intake of breath as he felt

the muscular body press up against his back, gentle lips on the back

corner of his neck. He pushed away from both of them, sliding to the

side and looking back and forth.

"Oh god." He breathed. "I..."

"Are you ok, Quatre?" Wufei held the pale boy's elbow and guided him

to sit on the bed where he buried his face in his hands.

"Quatre?" Duo kneeled and looked up at him. He tried to pull the

hands away, but Quatre wouldn't budge. "Quatre?"

The two longhaired pilots exchanged worried glances, wondering if

they had done the wrong thing. Duo smoothed the blond hair back.

Wufei sat beside him, an arm around the rounded back.

"Quatre, talk to us."

Quatre shook his head and leaned down to bury his head in arms,

folded on top of his legs. He sighed loudly and let out something

between a sob and a laugh.

"I've wanted to... to be with you." The muffled voice uttered. "I

didn't know you knew, I... I was afraid that neither of you knew of

the other's feelings. I was afraid of ruining what you already had.

"We wanted to be with you too Quatre... but we were afraid you were

straight." Duo answered back matter of factly "You were always so

edgy when we got mushy in public."

Quatre looked up, surprised, before a sad laugh escaped him.

"Far from it. I was jealous beyond belief." And he let his head fall

back onto his knees.

The boys sat in companionable silence for a while, letting the

realization soak in that they were together, and that everything was

out in the open. There was no sound save the scratches of black

squirrels on the trees outside, the mountain breeze as it moved the

trees, and a solitary turtle dove, voicing it's eerie cry. There was

a building tension in the room though. All three could feel it as if

it were a dam that was cracking apart, ready to burst. Such is the

way of teenage hormones. Wufei moved his hand from Quatre's back to

his leg and began to rub back and forth. Quatre looked up at the jet

black eyes he loved so much and saw the lust written in the

interminably stern but impassioned expression. He leaned forward,

closing his eyes and turning his lips up in a sacrificial offer to

the dragon, letting him take the offering or not. He was not sorely

disappointed as strong warm arms wrapped about his waist and lips

captured his in a predatory and forceful kiss, much different from

Duo's, which was more pliant and coaxing. Quatre moaned, intoxicated

with the smell of spiced tea, combined with Wufei's own personal

musk. He felt about to drown in the sensation. His body reacted

deliciously with the sensation and he felt that pleasurable emotional

itch that comes with making love. He reached a hand blindly for Duo

and soon, a warm, calloused hand was in his own as sharp little teeth

took a playful bite of his neck. He was lost. He was theirs

already. He would let them do anything, just so long as they didn't

stop touching him, and lusting for him, and opening their warm

emotions to his insatiable heart. Reality reared its ugly head

though as Duo's arms pulled him away from Wufei's lips and he felt no

more, the sharp teeth of Shinigami. He opened his eyes and blinked,

reestablishing where he was.

"Quatre, you know you can say no if you want to." Duo's voice was

very serious. Quatre saw the same serious look in Wufei's eyes.

They both waited patiently for his answer, even though their breath

was shaky and they both kept lingering hands upon his body.

Quatre swallowed nervously, but smiled and guided Duo's hand to feel

the hard proof that he was not about to say no. Yes, very hard

proof. Duo laughed in surprise.

"I have to admit, I don't know what to do." Quatre blushed.

"You don't have to do anything." Wufei purred and Quatre thought no

more, but pulled Wufei to him and kissed with as much fervor as he

could, weaving his pale fingers into the heavy jet-black hair. Wufei

broke the kiss and moved away, but his lips were replaced with Duo's.

Duo continued to kiss Quatre gently, pushing the pliant boy back and

into Wufei's waiting arms. Wufei was propped up against the bed and

drew Quatre up to lay on top of his chest so that their bodies were

aligned back to front. Wufei and Duo adjusted Quatre so that his

head lay back against Wufei's shoulders and as Duo began to work

fervent lips down the liquid aroused body, Wufei latched his own

hungry mouth on the graceful neck, drawing a soft breath of a moan

from the blond man. As Duo trailed a swirling tongue down toward

Quatre's chest, Chinese fingers undid buttons in his wake, opening

the silk shirt completely to allow total access. Duo softly bit down

on a tight nipple while he worked to undo the recently tied silk

drawstring of Quatre's borrowed pants. He slid his hands in to grab

the velvet hips and run his thumbs along the front of Quatre's

hipbones.

Quatre sighed at the slightly cold hands that grasped his hips.

Those hands were painfully close to where he needed to be touched now

and he fought the urge to reach down and move them there. Instead,

he reached his left arm up so he could dig his fingers into the loose

inky hair that Wufei had let out before joining them. The other boy

responded by growling and clutching Quatre's hair to turn his head

enough so he could kiss the already swollen lips and run his strong

fingers along Quatre's graceful neck.

Quatre felt like he was drowning in this kiss. It was forceful and

commanding. Quatre felt a kind of relief that for once, he wasn't

expected to lead anything. It had seemed that all people wanted from

him anymore was decisions. What should we do about this resource

satellite, or should we engage in this merger. Quatre had taken to

leading the other pilots in battle like a fish to water, but this was

corporate nonsense and he was only 18. He was tired of being a

leader. He just wanted to have fun for once. This is why he had

little trouble giving complete control to the other two pilots in the

bed.

He wanted to be able to give them as much pleasure as they were

giving him, though he wasn't sure how. He reached his right arm down

to rub Duo's tan muscular back even as Wufei continued to kiss him

When they cold no longer easily maneuver things while still kissing,

Duo broke off, working Quatre's pants off as Wufei sat him up and

took the white dress shirt off, tossing it onto the dresser. Quatre

said nothing, merely helping where it was needed. His entire body

felt like water. He could barely move, he was so relaxed... and yet

the tension in his belly was intense. He almost hurt he was so

aroused, but there was a lingering fear. It was not fear that

lingered from his ordeal of 5 years ago, but rather fear that the

fear and memories would come and ruin everything. They were so

gentle though. He felt safer than he had in years. This had all

come so naturally to him... as if it was supposed to happen. Nothing

felt more right than what he was doing right now. Quatre felt

fortunate that it was his two comrades introducing him to this

pleasure rather than some man he barely knew. They had all shared so

much.

He was now entirely naked and a little bit shy... afraid of what they

would think now that he was exposed. That passed quickly though as

the two boys descended upon the naked Quatre, licking and pinching

and rubbing until Quatre was writhing in pleasure again. He was for

a second time lying on top of Wufei, who didn't seem to mind the

weight. Quatre's legs were resting outside of Wufei's and the

Chinese boy had his own knees drawn up a bit and parted to hold the

blonde's legs apart even more.

Quatre tensed when Wufei grabbed his knees and pulled them up as cool

hands parted his buttocks and a hot tongue began to circle and delve

into that tight opening. His lovers seemed to be very adept at

silent communication. His hands clutched the bedcover beneath

Wufei. Now, he was feeling a bit of fear from faintly remembered

pain. His arousal softened slightly as the tongue continued to

work.

Duo could tell that Quatre was tensing up and as he continued to rim

the nervous boy, he reached up and tickled Quatre's ribs.

Quatre's eyes shot wide open and he reached down to grab the

offending hands, laughing as he did.

"Duo! What are you doing?"

Duo grinned past Quatre at Wufei.

"See? Told you he was ticklish."

"Indeed" Wufei responded, continuing to hold Quatre's legs up to his

chest Duo proceeded to tickle Quatre's ribs and the boy twisted,

laughing and trying to get those nimble fingers away when oil slicked

finger slid inside him. He tensed and his breath hitched, but he

immediately twisted in pleasure when Duo touched something inside him

that sent a thrill through his body. The vague question of when Duo

had managed to get the oil crossed Quatre's fizzy, pleasure filled

thoughts, but made little impression.

"There we go." Duo smiled, watching Quatre's reaction hungrily.

Given, Quatre had felt something like this before when he had gotten

his physicals, but that had been uncomfortable. The feeling was

completely different when stroked in the heat of passion. Quatre

nearly came right then without any other stimulation. Wufei's silky

voice pierced his hazy mind.

"Fight it Quatre. Don't come yet. Stay a little longer."

"I... I don't think I can." Quatre balked as that spot was touched

again. He could also feel Duo Stretching him. It was too much and

he felt the approaching wave of his orgasm.

And then it stopped, the feeling falling away, and Quatre felt Duo

pressing his fingers into a spot just above his opening. He was

still aroused, but the tension had lessened. Quatre listened to the

sound of his own breath as he tried to silence it. He had so much to

learn. Duo was still stretching him, but had ceased stroking that

inner pleasure bundle. The God of Death moved back up to kiss Quatre

passionately. The kiss betrayed intense need and promise.

"Are you ready Quatre?"

Quatre looked into the amethyst depths of Duo's truthful eyes.

Passion burned beneath them and the tension of Duo's unspent need

pressed warm and comforting heat upon his stomach.

Quatre looked up, panting, a bit nervous, but completely prisoner to

the severe desire he had to keep these warm and loving bodies against

his for as long as possible. He was tired of being alone. Whatever

echoes of discomfort he felt because of past experiences had faded

away with time. It was outweighed by his need to be close to

someone. A need he had ignored for far too long. His decision made,

he reached up, digging his hands into the braided hair and kissed Duo

with as much zeal as he could. Quatre could hear Wufei chuckle

behind him.

"I suppose that means yes." He whispered amusedly. The strain in

his voice echoed the need that Quatre could feel in Duo's body

pressed against his. Duo finally pulled away and exchanged a quick

look with Wufei. Quatre waited for the two to decide his fate, once

again relishing the freedom from having to direct anything.

Wufei pulled the blonde's body up slightly as Duo guided the Chinese

boy's rigid, but well lubed arousal gently inside of Quatre. Duo

must have taken care of that little detail as well. Wufei groaned

and Quatre tried not to tighten up as the braided pilot lowered the

pale hips slowly onto Wufei, but the discomfort was intense. Quatre

gasped as he continued to sink deeper and though there was a bit of

pain, it was nothing like what he remembered. Pain was certainly

something he could deal with now, having been skewered by swords,

bullets and various other bits of metal in the past. Soon, he was

relaxed completely on top of the Shenlong pilot. Wufei was warm and

still inside him and he felt... full. The sensation was powerful,

even without any movement. Duo watched him carefully as Quatre

simply lay there panting, back arched as he adjusted to the feeling.

Duo now lowered himself onto the two boys, digging his fingers into

jet-black hair, even as he deeply kissed the blond.

He reached strong fingers down to encircle Quatre's cock again and

the boy's hips jerked as he gave a sharp, pleasure-filled sigh. The

movement was enough to break Wufei's control a bit and he sighed and

began to curl his hips into Quatre's heated sheath.

Duo finally withdrew his questing tongue from the blonde's silken

mouth and once again scooted down to take the lovely pale pink

erection into his mouth, rubbing himself lightly through his pants as

he did so. Using a skill, he had only just learned, he slowly took

in the whole column of heat, watching Quatre's eyes squeeze shut as a

muted cry forced his mouth open. His eyes shifted to Wufei and he

could see the unadulterated lust in the raven eyes even as they

rolled back into the Chinese boy's head and he threw it back.

"Damnit Duo, how do you do this?" Wufei gasped, his voice strained.

He stilled and tried to control his breathing. The fact was Duo was

making this damn hard. Yes... very hard. Wufei had always prided

himself on his self control, but Duo could make him lose it with just

the feral hunger in his violet eyes... now he was doubly challenged

because every little moan and hip movement Quatre made was driving

the Asian pilot insane. Mustering up what little control he had, he

looked again at the two boys. Quatre's head was rolling from side to

side on his shoulder and Duo was humming around the beautiful

blonde's shaft, his eyes still sparkling with lust as he looked up at

his two lovers. Wufei slowly began to move his hips into Quatre and

subsequently, move Quatre carefully into Duo's throat. Quatre was

completely lost. He wasn't going to make it much longer. Wufei sped

up his pace just slightly and the blond gave a loud choked cry. He

shuddered and writhed between the two with reckless abandon before

sighing and slumping into Wufei again. Duo came up, breathless but

happy having claimed the salty proof of their new blond lover's

passion. He moved up to kiss Quatre's sweat soaked throat.

"It's ok Quatre. You did fine."

Quatre could say nothing, but he reached up and pulled Duo down for a

kiss, murmuring a breathless, voiceless "Thank You" as he closed his

eyes. Duo looked at Wufei and surged forward to lock lips with the

trembling dragon. Wufei had held on for a long time. Duo moved

away, gesturing to Wufei with a quick twist of his head. Wufei

nodded and turned himself and Quatre over so that Quatre lay on his

stomach on the bed with Wufei still hard and buried inside of him.

The relaxed blond clutched the sheets in anticipation of what was to

come next. He could feel the blood began to stir within already.

Duo finally took of his own black cotton pants, freeing his aching

erection. He groaned and fondled himself as he used one hand to

retrieve some more lubricant and began to stretch Wufei. He knew

Wufei was almost at the limit of how long he could hold off, but Duo

was so aroused, he had to be careful even touching himself. He

needed release and he needed it fast.

He stroked a hand along Wufei's incredibly toned thighs briefly

before he lovingly slipped a finger into the docile dragon. Wufei's

barely contained moan was the only indication of his eagerness, but

his thighs quivered.

"Just a little longer Wufei love." The braided pilot encouraged.

Duo leaned forward and quickly pushed himself in. He groaned deep in

his throat as he finally felt some relief at entering the tight

passage, drawing a cry from Quatre and a heated groan from Wufei.

Relief soon turned into increased need though and he wasted no time

in throwing his head back... pistoning his hips into the two gorgeous

men below him. Quatre pushed himself back to meet the thrusts of the

two behind him. Wufei was so attuned to the building climax within

his braided, longtime lover that they came almost together. Wufei

strained his hips tightly in Quatre even as Duo pumped a few more

times before giving in to his own animal release.

Quatre tried not to move. He was aroused again already, the feel of

Wufei moving inside him, hitting that incredible spot and making him

almost delerious, and the very cries of his fellow pilots enough to

fill him again with a painful need. He could see on of Wufei's arms

tremble as the Asian boy tried not to collapse on top of him. Duo's

fingers hung limply over Wufei's side and gently stroked the blonde's

ribs. Finally, Wufei pushed himself up, lifting Duo's body. Quatre

flinched as the limp organ pulled out uncomfortably. Duo groaned and

did the same; lying down next to Quatre and pulling him back over and

into his arms.

"You ok?" He asked gently. Quatre nodded and nestled his head into

Duo's neck, kissing it and breathing heavily. He was aroused, but

tired and content to fall asleep and ignore his body's cravings, as

long as he was in their arms.

Wufei laid on Quatre's other side, stroking Quatre's hair and curling

the fingers of his other hand in Duo's fingers. Duo grinned and used

their entwined fingers to pull Wufei's fingers down to Quatre's cock,

wrapping their joined hands around the hard shaft. Quatre gasped

again and his eyes slid shut. Wufei leaned down and kissed him

ardently while Duo nipped slowly at his collarbone. Quatre moaned

and moved his hips, straining to finish it. With his eyes closed and

his senses being attacked mercilessly, Quatre felt like he was

floating. The pleasure was building, but he no longer knew where it

was coming from. It continued to intensify and he continued to reach

until it hit him like a tsunami and he broke the kiss, pulling Wufei

closer, burying his head against the muscular neck and the silky

black hair, still jerking his hips.

"Stop." He whispered and Wufei immediately loosened his and his

lover's hands, stroking Quatre more gently until they slowed to a

stop. Quatre wanted to say thank you. He wanted to hug and kiss

and show them all the love he had for them, but he felt his

consciousness falling away and he couldn't fight it. He tried twice

to open his immeasurably heavy eyes, but he couldn't and instead

drifted off into the oblivion of sleep in the arms of his lovers.

"Jesus, I'm exhausted." Duo whispered as he used a sheet to clean

their hands and Quatre's stomach, which rose and fell lightly as the

worn out boy drifted away. Wufei smiled.

"He has a lot of energy."

Duo snorted. "We did all the work... and he got a nice long nap. We

had to cart his little blond butt all over the countryside, after he

tried to kill us. Energy my ass."

"I want to keep him Duo. Wufei said seriously." Duo raised an

eyebrow while continuing to stroke the sleeping blonde's hip

lightly. "Creatures such as Quatre should not be left alone as we

have done. He thrives on friendship, and he has given that up to run

his father's business. We will have to take him away from that or he

will stifle."

Duo lifted his hand to touch the olive cheek.

"My poetic dragon. Anything you want is yours, you know that. You

know how I feel about Quatre, but will Quatre want to stay with us?"

Quatre rolled contentedly into Duo's chest and nestled deeper into

the bed of chestnut hair that pooled under him. 'That's gonna be a

bitch to brush tomorrow,' Duo thought, even as he pulled the slender

boy to him. Wufei smiled.

"Somehow, I don't think we'll have much trouble convincing him."

Owari

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