Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Advanced Reservations ❯ Chapter 6

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Warnings: Lemon ahead!! If you don't like it, or don't know what it means, you probably shouldn't read it. Please don't get mad at me if you ignore my warnings.

 

On to the next part!!

 

 

Trowa woke quickly; Duo's body a comfortable weight lying over his own. Duo's head was pillowed on his arm, a leg thrown over both of his. It was as if the American wanted to make sure he didn't get up and leave in the night.

 

He carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb Duo's slumber. He visited the bathroom quickly, then went to the kitchen, putting up the food they had left untouched earlier. Walking around the apartment, he blew out the candles, turning off the stereo.

 

Standing in front of the large window, his body bared to any who happened to look up or into the glass, he sorted the myriad thoughts running through his mind. He knew, without a doubt, that having to leave Duo would tear him apart. There had been several times where he had questioned his own sanity for being so obsessed with one person for so long. There hadn't been one specific thing that had made Duo stay in his mind for years, but he had remained there, without fail. Trowa had been able to pull one of the many memories of Duo out when he was feeling down, and the mental image of him would cheer him enough to keep him going. He had forgotten how to do that in the last few months, letting his depression about Quatre and his job overwhelm him.

 

Now… now he had Duo with him, in the flesh. The reality was so much more fulfilling and surprising than he could have ever believed. Returning to the bedroom, Trowa stood in the doorway, watching the other man sleep. His luck, which had been bad for so long, had taken a turn when he had wandered into a random restaurant looking to drink himself into unconsciousness. Hopefully, his luck would continue to run the way it currently was. If he could count on luck, perhaps Duo would want him to stay, not just for a while, but for a very long time to come.

 

Duo was beautiful, inside and out. Trowa could scarcely believe that he had been blessed enough to be the first to partake of that beauty in all ways. Even now, he could recall the way Duo's skin had tasted on his tongue, could hear the sensual sounds that had been pulled from the slim throat. Trowa could feel himself harden again at the memory as he moved to the side of the bed.

 

It seemed ridiculous that he could love someone this completely after being with them for such a short time, but that was what had happened. He would take what he could get from the braided man, even friendship would be acceptable if it would keep him by Duo's side.

 

This was what Quatre hadn't been able to understand, this all-encompassing urge to be with someone, even if he received nothing in return. He would stand aside if that's what Duo wanted, though it might kill him a little each day, as long as Duo was happy he would be content.

 

Trowa glanced at the clock on the desk across the room, calculating that Duo had been asleep for roughly three hours. It was more than enough time to get some energy back. He watched Duo sleep for a few minutes more, the American's features peaceful in rest in a way that he never was when he was awake. When awake, Duo was so full of life, filled with so much energy it was hard to really imagine what he would look like when totally relaxed, as he was now.

 

He began by tracing a finger down the length of Duo's chest and toying with the fascinating rings, watching as the American shifted in his sleep to get closer to the source of the touch. Trowa laughed softly, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he repeated the movement with hit tongue, rewarded with a soft moan. Looking up with a smile, he could see the trace of violet eyes under the lids of barely open eyes. “How do you feel?”

 

Duo's smile was slow forming and pleased, his eyes opening a bit wider as Trowa continued his exploration of Duo's chest. “Like I was well used,” was his snickering reply.

 

“Sore?”

 

The braided man shifted on the bed, Trowa's eyes going wide when he felt the body slide against him with fluid movements. “A little, but no worse than I would be if I had spent a hard day at the gym or something,” Duo grinned at him, the smile more than a bit evil. “Why do you ask?”

 

Trowa was speechless when Duo slithered on top of him, sliding like water over rocks. His body came alive with a vengeance, gasping when his erection was gripped in a slender hand already covered with oil. He could think of nothing to say when Duo positioned Trowa at his entrance, nearly screaming his pleasure when the man above him slid down, the impalement helped by the fluid that was still inside Duo from their earlier lovemaking.

 

Grasping Duo's hips, Trowa's entire body was shaking from the intensity of the feeling he was experiencing. No one had ever rode him this way, no one had ever taken control of his entire being the way Duo was able to. He focused his eyes on the man who meant everything to him and moaned at the image above him.

 

Duo's head was thrown back, his back bowed, his hands running up and down his own body. Trowa sat up, wrapping his arms around Duo's waist and pulling him closer. After giving Duo a few moments to readjust to his size, he placed his hands on slender hips, raising Duo up a bit before pushing him back down.

 

Duo cried out when he was pulled down, but tensed the muscles in his legs so Trowa wasn't able to move him again. Trowa raised an eyebrow at him in question, “You don't want this?”

 

When Duo laughed, Trowa inhaled his breath quickly, the muscles squeezing his erection with the laughter. Violet eyes fixed on his before Duo gave him a kiss that took his breath away, leaving him wanting more. “I want you, Trowa. Have no doubts about that,” he said, trailing his tongue around Trowa's ear, dipping inside briefly. “But this time I want it to be about you.”

 

“Wha-what do y-you mean?” He was finding it hard to think, the tongue a distraction plus the body tensing around him making him lose what was left of coherent thought.

 

“I might not have had sex before you, but I have watched enough porn to know the difference between making love and fucking,” Duo stated bluntly, moving his hips enough to keep them both excited, but not enough to bring either of them to completion.

 

Trowa was surprised to find himself blushing at the frank words that fell from Duo's lips. Once he comprehended the meaning behind the sentence, his entire body pulsed with readiness. “You didn't enjoy what we did before?”

 

“Oh, yes. I enjoyed it a great deal, and I believe you did too,” Duo raised his face to meet Trowa's, waiting until he got a nod of agreement before continuing. “So now that you've shown me one side of sex, you need to show me the other.”

 

Trowa was having problems grasping the meaning of the words; he thought he had an idea of what Duo wanted, but he needed to be sure. “What exactly do you want, Duo?”

 

The response was a whisper in his ear, hot and lusty, “Fuck me, Trowa.”

 

His body reacted before his mind could catalog the words, surging forward and pushing Duo back down to the bed. The American let out a shriek, but was laughing at the same time, so Trowa didn't get concerned. The foremost thought in his mind was to take Duo, claim him, mark him as Trowa's and no one else's. Rational thoughts were gone, put aside as a more primal facet of his personality came to the front.

 

He covered Duo's body, attacking the slender column of neck, aggressive now. Placing Duo's knees on his shoulders, Trowa pushed in as far as he could, the laughter from the other man changing to gasping cries of pleasure. Duo's hands were grasping at him, nails leaving furrows where they trailed down his back and arms.

 

It still wasn't enough, Trowa needed more. He had to have more of this man, had to take him to the very edge of utopia before he would be satisfied. Gathering his legs under him, Trowa pushed to his knees, pulling Duo into his lap and thrusting his hips up into the pliant body.

 

His head still buried at Duo's neck, he thrust into the beautiful man. Duo's voice reached his ears and it took him a moment to comprehend the sounds that were being made. It was his name, over and over, intoned like a chant. The noise penetrated the fog of his mind a little, his only thought that Duo sounded like he was enjoying this as well.

 

With his heart beating loudly in his ears, he finally released the skin at Duo's neck, eyeing the mark he had made with an almost sadistic glee. It wasn't permanent, but it would do for now. Hips still pushing up and in, he focused on the man above him.

 

Duo was watching him, eyes wide, face flushed, pupils huge in the wan light, hair escaping his braid and sticking to his body. The haze of lust raised for a moment, leaving him concerned that he had hurt Duo or frightened him with the aggressive maneuvers. His worries were put to rest when Duo's head fell back, groaning loudly, his body meeting Trowa's thrust for thrust, push for push.

 

The familiar tightening of his body caught his attention, and Trowa picked up the pace, frantically pounding into Duo as he neared his completion. He grasped Duo's erection, not wanting to fall over the edge alone. The braided man's body tensed almost as soon as he was touched, screaming in pleasure. Trowa pushed in once, twice more before the clamping muscles shoved him over the precipice he had been poised on, the orgasm hard enough to take his breath away and leaving him seeing white.

 

He collapsed to his side, bringing Duo with him, gasping for air. They were silent for several minutes; Trowa trying to gather his wits enough to make sure Duo was okay. It took more time than he would have believed possible to get the energy to lift his arms to stroke Duo's back. “You okay?” was all he said, his body sapped of all strength.

 

When he received no answer it concerned him enough to push his body up to look at his lover. “Duo?”

 

Violet eyes were wide and staring at the ceiling, dazed. Trowa moved to place his body over Duo's, watching him with concern. He pushed the tattered braid to the side, careful not to pull it and hurt Duo any further. Green eyes traced over the pale skin, concern turning to full blown worry when he saw the bruises that had been left by his own hands. He gently brushed his lips over the separate marks on Duo's hips, one left by almost every finger. “I'm so sorry, Duo.”

 

“For what?” Duo's voice was raspy, the product of him screaming in ecstasy.

 

“I hurt you.”

 

“Huh?” Duo sat up slightly, propping himself on his elbows and looking at Trowa with confusion. Trowa ran a finger over the dark marks as an explanation, feeling a mix of trepidation and horror. He was surprised when Duo snorted at him, “You didn't hurt me, Trowa. I don't break that easy.”

 

“I wanted to mark you, not bruise you,” he mumbled, not paying attention to what he was saying.

 

“You wanted to mark me?” Duo was watching him with a strange expression. With a swallow, Trowa nodded a little. When the American grinned suddenly, he wasn't sure what to think. Duo turned his head to the side, exposing the neck that Trowa had been sucking on, showing him the dark hickey that he had left. He cautiously met Duo's eyes, surprised when the other man grinned. “I can feel it, even now.” Duo yawned, shifting his body so his head was on the pillow, still smiling tiredly. “I like being marked by you, Tro,” he mumbled.

 

Trowa abruptly realized that he was grinning like a loon. He made several attempts to wipe the unusual expression off his face, but the smile kept creeping back. Finally giving up on erasing the grin, he settled down beside Duo, watching the other man, who had fallen asleep again. He wondered if it was the lovemaking that had tired Duo so much, or if the man had taken any time to rest in his busy life.

 

Pulling the blankets over them, he threaded his legs with Duo's, smiling again when the striking man moved closer, using his shoulder as a pillow. He wrapped his arms around Duo, placing a soft kiss on the top of his head, resolving to talk to Duo tomorrow, in order to work out some things.