Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Androgyny ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimers: I don't own GW or the characters. I do own my imagination in all its perversity.

Warnings: yaoi, lemon/lime, songfic, language, AU

Pairings: 1x2 and 3x4

Beta: Gunnmsangel

Androgyny
by Solanum Dulcamara

Chapter 3:

The door slammed shut behind the pair, as they finally met in a rush of frenzied hands, gasping breaths, and feverish need. Within the confines of Trowa's spacious studio, the two learned new methods of becoming acquainted. Kisses progressed from nonexistent to deep and desperate. Quatre stood on his toes with his head tilted up, supported only by his companion's hands on his back; hands that were slipping steadily lower.

Heero led Duo through his well-furnished condo to the bedroom in the back. Neither spoke, no words were necessary. He finally paused, once in his chamber, to look at his companion. Indigo eyes met his with unfailing clarity. With slow deliberation, Duo leaned up and kissed Heero, softly, gently. It was a whisper, a promise, a question, an offer, and Heero did not have the strength of will or desire to leave it unanswered.

//Behind closed doors and under stars
It doesn't matter where you are//

The blond exhaled a moan into the nearly constant kisses, arching his back to press his body against Trowa's and make his ass more easily accessible to questing hands.

Trowa could barely remain standing when he felt small hands creeping under his shirt, fingers raking across bare skin. Their initial exertions had brought them only slightly into the apartment, but Trowa knew he wouldn't be able to support this for much longer. He quickly turned Quatre and pressed him against the nearest sturdy surface; his bar.

The blond decided this was the perfect opportunity to remove unnecessary obstacles... like turtlenecks. The sweater landed, forgotten, in a corner as lips and hands caressed now bare skin. Trowa had had lovers, but never one like this. He felt like he might spontaneously combust at any moment. As teasing fingers slid along his waistline, he reached his breaking point, "I want you, Quatre. Now."

Duo quickly found himself enveloped in Heero's strong arms and drowning in a fevered kiss. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and gave himself over to the escalating passion.

Heero needed to see all of Duo, to taste all of his body, to experience all of the beautiful, intoxication, maddening man. The removal of clothes became a worshipful activity, with languid tongue strokes over newly naked flesh. Sighs, gasps, and the quiet rustle of fabric serenaded their blossoming intimacy.

They stood, exposed, simply staring at one another, absorbing every beautiful detail, committing the moment to memory, before Heero scooped his companion up and settled him on the bed. He loved the feel of Duo: soft over hard, and sought more of this feeling.

//Collecting jewels that catch your eye
Don't let a soul mate pass you by//

Quatre hurried to unfasten his pants, as Trowa bent to remove the blue boots. The shoes and pants went the way of the sweater, forgotten before they even his the floor. Pale slim digits worked at the fastenings of Trowa's trousers, as Quatre breathily explained, "No lube. No prep. Just take me." (1)

//Boys in the girls' room
Girls in the men's room//

If Trowa thought these instructions weird, he wasted no time pondering it. Instead, he quickly propped his petit lover on the bar counter, positioned himself, and slid in with no hesitation.

Quatre's cry of pleasure echoed off of the high ceilings as he felt the thick erection within him. Intense, startling sensations attacked Trowa, as he pounded the willing body into the countertop. Tight, hot, and wonderful, his world narrowed to the incredible friction, the body writhing below him, and the sound of Quatre's hoarse cries mingling with his own harsh grunts.

//You free your mind in your androgyny//

Heero's kisses trailed from the warm recesses of his lover's mouth, down the long, graceful neck, down the pale chest, down, down, deliciously down.

//Boys in the parlor//

Duo bucked and gasped as Heero took him into his mouth. His fingers tangled, of their own accord, in the thick mass of dark hair. He'd had more experienced, more "skilled" lovers... but none so wonderful, sincere, beautiful, and heartbreakingly perfect. He needed to keep this one; he knew it more than he'd ever known anything in his very long life. (2)

A gentle but insistent tug on his hair, drew Heero from his enjoyable exertions. He was guided up to lie on Duo and pulled down for a deep, hard, possessive kiss. Before he quite knew what was happening, he was rolled onto his back, with Duo astride his hips.

//They're getting harder//

Quatre lost himself in the passion. He closed his eyes, feeling Trowa's hands gripping his thighs, the quick, fierce thrusts, the rhythmic slapping of flesh. It was too much... better than Walt, Oscar, and Jack combined.(3) He reached down and grasped his own erection, pumping as regularly as his pleasure-hazed mind would allow.

//I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind//

Heero looked at the man above him, not sure if he believed this was truly happening. Warm light from his bedside lamp washed over the soft cream of Duo's skin and reflected in his mesmerizing eyes. Bits of the silky tresses had escaped the braid to fall about his face and over his delicate shoulders. Yes, this all had to be a dream. The man above him could not be of this world.(4)

//Boys in the girls' room
Girls in the men's room//

Green eyes looked down to see an angel with blond hair and milky skin, an angel swathed in a billowy, sheer tunic, an angel fondling himself, an angel being well and thoroughly fucked. The visual stimulus was more than he could handle. He moaned, "Oh God! Quatre, I..." Light ceased to exist. Sound ceased to exist. The world faded into the mind shattering explosion. He may have screamed. He may have stopped breathing. He knew he was alive and conscious as he felt the wild hammering of his heart. He opened his eyes to look into wide blue ones.

Quatre's semen dripped in slowly cooling rivulets down his stomach. He tried to calm his rapid breathing as he stared at the man above him. In the wake of the greatest orgasm of his lengthy life, he realized that this was the connection that they all wished for.(5) He couldn't believe his good fortune and tried to express this verbally, "Wow... wow..."

"Yeah," Trowa agreed, letting his lover down, gently.

//You free your mind in your androgyny//

The blond stood still as Trowa walked to a drawer to pull out a clean bar towel. He was quickly wiped down and dragged to a bed, the towel left over the puddle on the floor.

Duo looked down into intense, passionate blue eyes. He held that gaze as he lifted himself and positioned Heero. He held that gaze as the began his slow descent on Heero's shaft. He held that gaze in offering as he settled himself fully. Heero's eyes never faltered, and as they paused, joined, looking into each other's eyes, Duo found acceptance and affirmation. With a cry of joy and passion, he surrendered his body to its desire for movement.

//Boys in the parlor//

All coherent though fled out the window, as Heero felt Duo moving over him. His hands flew to the slender man's hips as he rushed to join this ragged race towards climax. He'd never felt anything like this before and was quickly swept away by need. He gripped the pale hips tightly, thrusting upward into the warmth over and over, pulse racing, pace increasing.

//They're getting harder//

Duo's cries were almost constant as he lost control of the motion and simply held on. He felt his impending orgasm and gripped at Heero's chest as it rolled over him in glorious shock waves.

Heero dimly heard Duo cry out loudly. He vaguely felt warm moisture pooling on his stomach. This was all dampened by the compelling drive towards unknown pleasure. His orgasm hit seconds later, crashing into him with momentum he couldn't fathom.

//I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind
I'll free your mind//

Trowa and Quatre curled together in the warmth of the sheets, for a moment lying in silence. As certain sensations filled Quatre, he observed, "This bed has seen it's fair share of... 'occupants.'"(6)

Trowa slid him a glance. It wasn't a question, but he decided to offer an explanation anyway. "I'm a writer. I was looking for inspiration."

The blond shifted so that he was laying on his bedmate's chest, looking down at him, "Did you find any?"

Trowa reached up and brushed soft bangs out of even softer blue eyes. "Maybe," he answered with a smile.

As Heero lay tingling in its aftermath, gently stroking the body above him, he came to a startling conclusion. Duo had passed out. With a smile, he lay his lover down to rest and set about cleaning up.

When he stood over the bed, towel in hand, he was struck by the artistry of Duo's ethereal beauty, as he lay amongst the rumpled sheets. Without thinking, Heero rushed to remove a dusty object from the back of his closet. Quickly, he removed his camera from its case and wtih practiced ease, assembled and loaded it, before approaching the bedside again. He quickly exhausted all possible angles and two rolls of film as he tried to capture the essence of the evening in some concrete way. He watched Duo for a moment longer, before abandoning the camera, deciding that lying in bed with him would be much better than just watching.

//Boys...
Girls...
Boys...
Girls...//

Boys, girls, men, women, life, and sex all faded into the dark of night. Replaced by the more important act of sleeping with someone who truly wants you there. The mysteries of life will remain just that, mysteries, and never give any clues to how they lead winding paths to such simple peace.



(1) No. This is not a realistic thing to say. Nor is it very realistic to do. No lube and no prep would equal painful sex. It will be explained in the epilogue.

(2) The long life comment will also be explained in the epilogue.

(3) Walt Whitman, Oscar Wilde, and Jack Kerouac. Three notoriously homosexual writers of three very different periods. Their significance to this story will be referenced in the epilogue.

(4) It's funny Heero should think that...

(5) See #2

(6) Yes, Quatre sensed every other person that Trowa had ever had sex with in that bed. His ability to do so will be explained, all together now, in the epilogue.