Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Arabian Nights ❯ Chapter3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Arabian Nights Part 2b/2b
By: Michalyn






Standard disclaimers apply: I don't own Gundam Wing or its bishounen, nor am I making any monetary profit from this fic whatsoever.

Pairings: 3 x4
Warnings: yaoi, sap, lemon



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Trowa paused in his careful preparation of his lover to apply lubricant to his own hardened shaft. The urge to relieve the pronounced ache in his nether regions was almost too great to overcome, and involuntarily, his fingers lingered at the task, the light, moist, pressure of his hands on his arousal as he spread the unction from base to swollen tip almost completely unraveling all of his hard-won control.

Almost…

Intently regarding the prone figure before him, he positioned himself at the entrance to his lover's body. His sole focus was the dilated centers of Quatre's aquamarine gaze as he slowly pushed in.


Quatre felt the nudge of Trowa's erection at his gates, the incredible moment of pressure as the bulbous head of his lover's shaft slid just past the tight ring of muscle which was trying so valiantly to keep him out, the slow, inexorable probe as inch, by silky inch, his lover sheathed himself in his body until he was deeply seated, auburn nether curls commingling with gold and Quatre's own erection was trapped between their two bodies. Trowa's hardened length within him set off a riot of nerve endings. He felt incredibly stretched, hopelessly invaded and on the verge of something so incredible his body shook with want of it - the threads of pain and pleasure so tightly wound together that he couldn't hope to unravel the two. The sensuous roll of Trowa's hips set a leisurely pace and the incredible weave of pain and pleasure intensified: in and out thread over thread - a crazy rhythm battering his senses with every slow thrust

Allah he wanted this so badly, but it hurt and it felt so unbelievably good, that he couldn't…couldn't begin to grasp the paradox of it all. Surely it was impossible to survive anything so intense. His lips trembled and he couldn't help the spill of tears from behind his closed lids. Tears from pain or pleasure - even he could not say in that moment. His lover's name was a murmured incantation - a prayer for surcease and release even as he moved experimentally against his soul mate.

And then Trowa was leaning forward, murmuring soothing love words between soft kisses - sipping the crystalline droplets that clung to tawny lashes.


"Sweet… sweet… love…ssshhh baby it's alright."
"I'll make it better I promise."


Quatre's muscles contracted sweetly around Trowa, caressing his entire length as he was held lovingly in tight warmth. He moaned, grasping Quatre's length trapped between their bodies, stroking firmly as he thrust deeply into the blonde, aiming unerringly for the sensitive cluster of nerves he knew was there. Relentlessly he stroked the tender spot, relishing the symphony of Quatre's moans and whimpers as pleasure arced through him: sharp, sweet lightning that drew the Arabian's slender body taut as a bowstring. His bent knee over Trowa's shoulder tightened its grip, bringing his lover closer as he began to thrust in counterpoint.

The tight welcome of Quatre's body as Trowa thrust, the silken caress of the blonde's tight channel sweetly grabbing his flesh as he withdrew was perfect. He was perfect - his flushed face, the heated movements of his small body and the erotic sounds he made in his passion - all pure perfection. Never had the auburn-haired youth felt anything like this intense, insane ecstasy. His own guttural moans joined Quatre's as they set a frenzied rhythm, thrust and counterpoint perfectly matched. It was as though the blonde were made just for him and he just for Quatre. In, out, silk over steel, a shimmering all encompassing pleasure and colors swirling and bursting behind his eyelids, cumulating in a tightening of nerves, a gathering of every sensation to a single intense bull's-eye of orgasm that triggered Quatre's own climax, the Arabian crying out sharply, inner muscles milking his love to completion as he spurted onto his lover's awaiting body.

Trowa lowered Quatre's leg from his shoulder and lay back on the bed, pulling Quatre into his arms. Quatre's soft weight on top of him felt so right. He tightened his arms, drawing the blonde even closer as he nuzzled his damp forehead. They basked in the satiated afterglow of lovemaking, each trying to assimilate the amazing intensity of the union.

Quatre had a soft faraway look in his eyes as his hands idly stroked Trowa's skin. The emerald-eyed pilot captured the straying palm and raised it to his lips to place a burning kiss in the center. His tongue traced the faint slash of the Arabian's heart- line, down to the blue vein pulsing in his wrist before gently releasing it.

"What are you thinking Love?"

Quatre raised his head, looking deeply into Trowa's emerald eyes.

"Just thinking that that was the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced in my life - and how lucky I am to have you."

His lips moved up to capture Trowa's with his own as if to confirm the sentiment.

"I love you so much that sometimes I think that my heart is going to burst out of my ribcage with the joy of it. And after what you've given me tonight, I could only love you more."


Trowa didn't bother to conceal the wetness that sprang to his eyes at his love's words. The melting, yearning feeling in his chest spread to his throat, choking him with emotion and preventing him from expressing all that he felt in that moment. He buried his face in the soft, fragrant skin of Quatre's neck, just holding him close as the tears fell softly, their flow for once unimpeded.

Quatre felt the hot glide of tears against his neck and he placed soft kisses against Trowa's neck, holding him lovingly in his embrace, saying without words that he was here, that he understood.
His hands tenderly began to roam his lover's body and soon, Trowa allowed himself to be lowered onto the mattress beneath the blonde.

Quatre loomed over his lover, hands sensuously caressing Trowa's body, leaving fire in their wake.
His tongue slid between the soft pout of Trowa's lips as he savored his lover's taste in a searing kiss before slowly pulling back.

"Now it's my turn," he whispered.


Trowa's passionate cries could be heard well into the early morning.



~Owari~