Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ At Play ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

At Play
Warnings: playful hentai yaoi; 3+5+4
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters belong to Mixx Entertainment, Koichi Tokita, the SOTSU Agency, Sunrise, Kodansha and anyone I may have forgotten, not to me. I make no money off of this.
At first glance they were merely three boys at play, chasing each other around the spacious garden, recklessly vaulting over the landscaping and generally having a fun time. The various trees and scenic boulders provided little obstacle to their running and leaping, and the scattered flower beds seemed in constant threat of trampling as the boys slipped and slid along the wet grass.
Upon closer inspection, however, one could see that while this was indeed enjoyable, it was for entirely different and not quite so innocent reasons. Not reckless, each move was carefully thought out and graceful to a fault, and there was never any danger of falling too hard or eating gravel. Their facial expressions also gave away their true intent, as playful desires and eager love colored their looks. Fortunately, no one was around to watch their activity as every last maid and servant was off for the holidays, leaving the trio in control of an empty mansion.
"I'll get you this time!" Trowa said, jumping several feet and landing just ahead of Quatre, his long arms outstretched as if to catch him.
"Oh no you don't!" Quatre cried, breaking hard and veering to the side, darting out of reach. "I'm too fast for you!"
"You are never too fast," Wufei smiled as he closed in, one hand snagging Quatre's vest. "Remember our promise, little one. We catch you, we keep you."
Quatre grinned and ran forward again, leaving his vest dangling in Wufei's hand. "Yes, but you haven't caught me yet!"
Tossing the vest onto a nearby bush, Wufei ran after him with Trowa close behind, both using the low willow branches around them to leap over delicate flowerbeds and avoid the fountains dotting the garden. Wufei's physical agility matched well with Trowa's acrobatic skills so that the former clown could move through the treetops and the martial artist could easily maneuver around the low-lying obstacles.
They were like a dragon and a lion, two predators chasing after a small butterfly. Quatre led them on a wild chase, moving just fast as they were despite his smaller stature. He nimbly hopped the large rocks in the Zen garden like stepping stones to the other side, while Trowa flipped over the sandy area and Wufei flew into the air, using one of the willow branches to propel him safely across without touching the sand. Quatre glanced back and giggled in delight, watching the two of them move so fluidly it made his heart race.
The two most amazing people I know, Quatre sighed inwardly, and they both want me. He spared a moment to clap in delight at their display, then ran off again, this time scrambling into a tree. Certain that his slimmer frame would be simple to navigate through the close tree limbs, he instead found himself getting caught in the narrow spaces. He turned to retrace his steps but Trowa suddenly appeared in front of him, reaching out to grab him.
Startled, Quatre gasped and lost his footing, slipping backwards out of the tree into empty space. Unable to catch anything, he braced himself for the impact he knew was coming. Fortunately, rather than the violent landing on the floor, he felt two strong arms wrap around him and hold him close, cradling him and relieving the shock. Quatre stared up at his rescuer and smiled, leaning up to give him a kiss.
"Thanks for catching me," he sighed.
Wufei's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Then you admit I have caught you?"
Quatre's eyes widened as he realized what he'd said, and he started to squirm again in a frantic effort to escape. "No, wait! This isn't fair!"
Trowa landed beside them, effectively blocking Quatre in. "No, it isn't, is it? But regardless, now we have you."
"And we can do whatever we want to you," Wufei smiled.
"But you cheated!" Quatre protested, laughing anyway. He struggled in Wufei's arms, twisting around so much that Wufei nearly dropped him.
"Stop that!" Wufei admonished the blonde. "Or do you want to fall on the ground?"
"I'll fix that," Trowa said, pulling from his pocket the nightshade Quatre usually used in bed and slipping it over the bright blue eyes.
Surprised by his sudden blindness, Quatre was only more disoriented as Wufei set him back on his feet. His first instinct was to whip the eyeshade off, but Wufei and Trowa each grabbed a slender arm and started tugging him one way. "Wait, where are we going?"
"You'll see," Trowa said.
"Or rather, you won't," Wufei laughed.
Quatre was pulled gently through the darkness, drawn along no matter how much he tried to fight back. He could hear his two lovers laughing at his predicament, and he couldn't help giggling either, excited by the manhandling.
"Trowa, do you have the rope?" Wufei reminded him.
Trowa nodded and brought out the yards of silk rope they'd placed somewhere Quatre couldn't see. Trowa had to release one of the blonde's arms, though, and Quatre immediately took advantage of his half-freedom, trying to run off. Wufei caught him in a firm embrace, but Quatre squirmed so much that he managed to slide out of his grip. Before he could reach up to remove the blindfold, though, he felt rope fall around his body and bind his wrists together in front of him, and then he was lifted and draped over Wufei's shoulder. The Chinese pilot's hand covered Quatre's rear, his fingers tickling him so that Quatre squirmed helplessly.
"What do you think?" Trowa asked. "Is the maple good enough?"
"For what?" Quatre wondered, hoping he'd get an answer. No luck. He felt Wufei shake his head.
"Its branches are too weak. Best to use the oak."
"For what?" Quatre repeated.
Instead of any verbal response, Wufei carried him further through the darkness, but Quatre could tell by the sounds around him that they hadn't left the garden. Soon he was back on his feet, but his bound hands were pulled up over his head.
Trowa tossed the extra length of rope over the lowest branch and caught the end as it dropped back, forcing Quatre's arms higher as Trowa tugged his end down. After a moment's consideration, he stretched the blonde so far that his toes barely supported his weight.
Quatre couldn't see anything, but he could definitely feel the cloth of his pants being slipped away after his shoes were removed. One of his lover's reached around from behind and undid the buttons on his shirt. Naked except for the open shirt, Quatre exposed skin chilled slightly as the soft breeze played over him. Unable to balance easily on his toes, his hips swayed back and forth until someone's hands, Trowa's he could tell by the size, settled on his sides to hold him still.
"Do I have to be pulled up so high?" Quatre complained mildly.
"Of course," Trowa smiled. "We want to see every inch of you."
"It's nothing you haven't see before," Quatre said.
"But never on display." Wufei lay his fingertips on Quatre's chest, drawing them down his abdomen and eliciting a sigh from their captive. "Never spread out for us to touch at our pace."
Trowa squeezed the skin in his hands before moving his palms down, cupping them beneath Quatre's rear. "Now we can try out every spot," he whispered. "Find our favorites." He bent so that his lips grazed Quatre's ear. "Taste them."
The blonde shivered.
Wufei put his teeth to Quatre's nipple and very gently nibbled, while his hands played just beneath the exposed ribs. "Who would guess a gundam pilot would be so soft?"
Trowa slid his fingers around Quatre's throat and up under his jaw, tilting his head backward at a light angle so he could apply little kisses to the unsuspecting mouth. "It's like kissing sugar," he commented.
Wufei smiled around his ministrations. "Such a sweet tooth."
"Spicy is fine, too." Trowa freed one hand just long enough to reach down and tickle beneath Wufei's chin. Once he had the boy purring, he returned to the pale prize in their arms.
Wondering at the amount of time he would have to spend trussed up, Quatre opened his mouth. "How long..."
Before he could finish his question, Trowa hushed Quatre with a kiss. "Now, what was that?"
"How long..."
This time it was Wufei who kissed him.
"Guys...let me--"
As Trowa silenced him again, Wufei nipped at the skin of his side. "No complaints, Quatre. You are under our control."
Trowa pulled back but placed two fingers in Quatre's mouth, spreading his jaw enough that he couldn't speak. He made a few incoherent sounds before giving up. "We decide if you say anything right now."
Quatre gave a little moan as Trowa's other hand glided down his side, running one finger along his ribs and moving down to cup under his rear. Determined to try to play a role in the game, he began to lick at Trowa's fingers.
"Silly little Quatre," Trowa whispered, withdrawing them. "You're the toy right now."
"But I wanna play, too."
Checking to make sure Wufei was too involved in moving down to Quatre's legs to hear them, Trowa breathed in Quatre's ear, "And you will. Just keep still a little longer."
Thinking that Trowa had something devilish in store for Wufei, Quatre grinned and kept quiet, save for the little moans he couldn't help. Trowa's hands gradually moved from his face and throat down his sides again, until they disappeared altogether.
"I just thought of something," Trowa said. "I'll be right back."
Wufei smiled as he looked up at him. "Don't be too long, or I'll have finished him off before you return."
The sight of the lithe warrior on his knees before him nearly forced all plans from Trowa's mind, but he held on to the idea that things were going to get much better. "I won't be long, my love." He disappeared out of the garden and ran back up to their mutual bedroom, searching beneath the bed for the heavy white cloth he knew was there. Bringing the straight jacket out with him, he quietly returned the garden and snuck up behind Wufei, whose kisses trailed only a few inches from between Quatre's legs.
Trowa tilted his head curiously. Wufei was torturing their blonde lover, who was painfully aroused, giving him little kisses and tiny licks which didn't offer any kind of release. Quatre groaned, unable to make his voice work, and tried to thrust towards Wufei's mouth. Instead, Wufei easily dodged and concentrated on toying with the rest of Quatre's body.
"Wufei?"
The darker boy turned, expecting a caress and embrace. Instead, he found his right arm seized and thrust into a sleeve so long it fell almost a foot over his hand. "What the--!" He writhed around, trying to slip backwards, and instead found himself flipped onto his stomach on the grass.
Quatre, curious as to the loud cries and the sudden loss of Wufei's lips, rubbed the side of his head against his arms until the blindfold slid up. Before him lay Wufei, his left arm being forced into another sleeve by Trowa, who wisely sat on top of him. Wufei thrashed all he could, but Trowa merely snapped the back of the jacket up tight. Quatre noticed it was one of the half jackets that cut off an inch below the shoulders and stopped at the chest. Once Wufei was all bundled up, his arms would be completely immobile.
Trowa chose that moment to stand, waiting as Wufei pushed himself up and swung at him with one long sleeve, intending to drive him backwards long enough to slip out of the jacket. Trowa caught the flying sleeve and jerked forward, pulling Wufei out of balance and into Trowa's waiting arms. The taller pilot was so far back, however, that Wufei was nearly stretched out on the ground again before he was caught. Only this time, his right arm had criss-crossed his body, leaving him vulnerable. Trowa grabbed the sleeve and slid the cloth around the straps in the back of the jacket, tightening it down so that Wufei couldn't even raise his arm an inch.
With one arm held down, it was easy for Trowa to flip Wufei again and bring the left sleeve behind. Doing the last buckle, he favored Quatre with a rare smile and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Wufei found that he had a hard time even maneuvering to his knees now, much to his lovers' amusement. Finally he managed to get to his feet, swaying unsteadily for a moment until he could glare at Trowa.
"This was not in the agreement," he snapped.
"You're just upset you didn't think of it first," Quatre giggled. "You look cute like that."
"That's beside the point!"
"Now I have two pretty prisoners to play with," Trowa said. He put his arms out toward Wufei. "Just cooperate, little dragon. You can't run away."
"The moment I get my hands on you..." Wufei growled, taking a step forward.
"Then I'll just have to keep you bound up longer." Trowa darted beside him and pushed him backwards, catching him halfway from the ground. With one arm under Wufei's back and the other cradling his hind end, he swept Wufei up and carried him in front of Quatre, setting him down like a sacrifice at his feet.
"Quatre, would you like to come down now?"
Quatre smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yeah, my hands are starting to get tingly."
"Among other things," Trowa noticed, making Quatre blush. "Wufei'll give you that relief, I promise."
While Trowa lowered the rope holding Quatre up, Wufei finally gave up trying to free himself. "Where did you get this thing?" he grumbled, laying still.
"Mail order," Trowa answered.
Quatre sighed in relief when he could set both feet flat on the ground, but when he offered his hands to Trowa, the tall pilot shook his head and took the long lead. "No, I'm afraid you're going to stay tied up for awhile."
"Trowa...it's starting to hurt..."
"Don't worry, we'll take of that in a moment."
Quatre meekly watched Trowa help Wufei up and slip his fingers into a convenient handle in the jacket, yanking Wufei along while he pulled Quatre after him. Every time they asked where they were going or what he intended, he only smiled and kissed them before pulling them a little faster.
"If you make me fall..." Wufei grumbled, stumbling over the lip in the kitchen door.
"You'll what?" Trowa challenged.
Wufei glared. "I'll bite."
Quatre gasped. "Not me!"
Immediately Wufei started to backtrack. "No, never you, Quatre, I just mean Trowa--!"
"But you know he'll want to watch us!"
"I swear--"
"Trowa! Don't let him bite me!"
Trowa turned and gave Wufei's rear a rough slap that echoed through the large room. Wufei yelped and glared at both of them.
"That's not fair!"
Trowa jerked Wufei close and forced their mouths together, robbing his lover of the kiss before Wufei could even think to react. When he released him, he pushed Wufei's back against the wall just hard enough to startle him. "I don't think you're in any position to argue the point, love. Now be a good little love slave and stay quiet, or else I'll have to gag you."
"Yes, gag him!" Quatre cried gleefully. "Then he can't bite!"
"You're that one that should be silenced!" Wufei snapped.
"I can't gag him yet," Trowa admitted. "He's going to need his mouth in a moment." He tugged them down the hall, thankful for the carpeting or else the floor would have been too cold for comfort. Once they were near the bedroom, he picked Quatre up, one arm around the blonde's stomach so he had to bend at the waist. Wufei grinned and bumped him with his hip, effectively smacking the pale skin.
"Wufei!"
"Can't you two play nice?" Trowa tossed Quatre on the bed and tied the end of rope to the headboard so Quatre couldn't leave the bed. He then dragged Wufei onto the bed and set him on his knees, holding him still. "Now, I think you'd better take care of what you started."
Wufei smirked. "Make me."
Quatre groaned low in his throat. Now he'd never get it down and the throbbing was getting worse!
Trowa shook his head. "Do it."
Wufei stuck his tongue out.
Trowa matched his smirk. "I accept your challenge." He lunged forward and grabbed Wufei's shoulders, yanking him across his lap. "We'll see how long you last." He slid his fingers under the elastic hem of Wufei's black pants and jerked them down. "No boxers?"
"I didn't think I'd be wearing them long enough to warrant them." Wufei took a few deep breaths to brace himself for the spanking he knew was imminent. Trowa's hand already lay on his rear, lightly caressing the skin and massaging the firm muscles. "Quatre, how many swats do you think he needs?"
Torn between wanting to see a long spanking versus wanting immediate relief, the little blonde compromised. "Ten."
"Ah, going easy on him," Trowa understood, giving the first slap.
The humiliation was nothing to Wufei. All of them had been spanked by each other in front of each other in various forms of restraint. No, the reason he bucked and nearly fell out of Trowa's lap was the fact that the acrobat's fingers were long enough to smack his entire rear, and the strength of his left arm left a red handprint on the skin.
Trowa smacked him again, relishing the wriggling motion, and bent so that he could whisper in Wufei's ear. "You know, you just have to agree to finish off poor Quatre, and the spanking'll be over."
"Isn't he afraid I'll bite?" Wufei snickered, snapping his teeth shut for effect.
Quatre shivered.
"Naughty dragon," Trowa chastised him, slapping him again. Two more slaps, only halfway done, and already the skin began to glow. "You should be afraid that I'll bite."
Wufei froze, making it easier to nail his rear end again. Whatever he was going to ask disappeared in his yelp.
"Mm-hmm, you take care of Quatre, then I take care of you." This time, three swats in a row. "You sure you want to hold out on him like this?"
"All right, all right. You win," Wufei sighed without sounding like he minded.
Graciously withholding the last slap, Trowa helped position his bound lover beneath the other, using pillows to prop him up to the right angle. Needing no help, Quatre scooted up so that he straddled Wufei's chest and gently pushed at the slightly parted lips. Running his tongue over his teeth once, just to unnerve him, the Chinese boy allowed Quatre in.
It didn't take long. Quatre had already been waiting several minutes, and the long, firm strokes Wufei's tongue gave brought him over the edge almost instantly. He thrust reflexively, shuddered, and slumped as Trowa put his arms around him. He untied Quatre and set him on the other side of the bed, retying his hands so that the ropes weren't as tight as before. With the veritable feast of two young men before him, Trowa removed his last bits of clothing and first straddled Wufei.
"Again?"
He nodded and didn't wait for Wufei to open his mouth, thrusting inside and forcing him to take most of the entire length. Wufei licked at the underside as it dragged back out, giving him a quick breath before he had to take it again. Unable to move his head, all he could do was frantically suck and lick as Trowa set the pace, pumping back and forth until finally he had to swallow again.
Trowa patted Wufei's cheek and gave him a small kiss. "That's a good little dragon." He kissed his jaw, down his throat, along his chest. "And good little dragons deserve a reward."
Wufei opened his mouth to respond, but his words faded into happy sighs as Trowa kissed between his legs, kissing him until he could wrap his mouth around him. He involuntarily bucked a few times, pushing his hips up, and Trowa obligingly reached his hands under him and squeezed. Wufei held back as long as he could, dragging the pleasure out, until Trowa's ministrations won him over.
The tall boy smiled as he gazed on his two trapped lovers. Quatre was already drifting off to sleep, although past experience told him he'd wake up in an hour or two, wanting more. Wufei curled up somewhat on his side, also yawning from the spent energy. For him...probably just an hour before he woke up.
"I guess we did spend a lot of time running," Trowa conceded, laying down between the two of them. Both snuggled closer to his sides, although he had to help Quatre get right up against him, and he had to use most of his remaining strength to pull Wufei to where the darker boy could use his chest for a pillow. "We'll continue this after the nap."
Wufei cracked one eye open and was greeted by soft blue eyes looking back at him. They smiled at each other, both quite content with where they were, and followed Trowa to sleep.
The End