Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Awkward Situation ❯ Wufei at Work ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SweetasStrychnine 
A little of everyone. Quatre finally gets an explanation and Trowa makes sure everything will be perfect.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Updated On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 945 | Status: Completed
A little of everyone. Quatre finally gets an explanation and Trowa makes sure everything will be perfect.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.18.2004 | Updated On: 07.18.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 945 | Status: Completed
One more chapter and an epilogue, I've got it all worked out. Thanks so much to everyone who has read and/or reviewed this story (although why you'd review without reading baffles me). I mentioned this at the beginning of the latest chapter of The Taming but in case a different audience reads this (more than likely) I am no longer writing at fanfiction.net as SweetasStrychnine. It wasn't my choice to stop, I went there and discovered that they had shut down my account without warning or explanation. They killed meeeee!!! I do plan to get a new account there so I can post new stuff but none of the series that are started will be continued there. Sorry for the inconvenience.
To the Little Childers: my dears, you don't want to read this story. It has nasty mature content like sex and stuff. Very Icky. Also my angels, if anyone told you I owned Gundam Wing, they were telling you a silly fib.
Trowa hummed happily to himself as he set up candles and changed the sheets on his bed. He'd debated preparing Quatre's bed instead of his own because that might make the little blonde more comfortable, but then thought that if things didn't go as planned, Quatre would still have a place completely his own to retreat to. He was giving this *a lot* of thought. He carefully shut his lube into the drawer of the bedside table. No need for that to be staring Quatre in the face, intimidating him and making him think he was being pressured into anything. He made the bed, then unmade it. He made it again, unmade it and climbed in. Then he got out and artfully rumpled it. And decided it looked like he was trying too hard. He stared at the bed and it seemed to look back smugly. Bastard.
Dimly, Trowa registered the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall but it took him a few moments to realize that the only person that thumped like that was supposed to be explaining sex to his boyfriend.
"Duo? Where's Quatre?"
"Oh...I thought that he might like to talk to Wufei for a while." Duo smiled and then ran into the room he shared with Heero, slamming the door behind him.
Trowa banged on the door for a few moments but as the sounds coming from the other side got louder, he gave it up as a losing battle. "Duo," he muttered, "I am *so* telling Heero where you hid his flail." He looked at the staircase for a moment, wondering whether or not he should go and interrupt Quatre and Wufei's chat. He decided, wisely, better Wufei than him. Besides, the room wasn't quite ready.
***
Downstairs, Wufei was staring at Quatre. "S-sex?"
"Yeah...umm...Trowa and Duo tried but..."
"Duo? That idiot? At least I can do better than him. I was married. But...you really don't know?"
Quatre looked at his hands.
"Oookay." He sighed. "Well, when a man and a woman chose to have intercourse, usually for the purpose of procreation..."
Quatre cut Wufei off before he could continue his text-book definition. "Actually, I meant between two males."
"Oh."
There was a long silence.
"That isn't a problem, is it?" Quatre said hesitantly, "you're not-"
"Quatre, you're my friend. Whatever lifestyle you chose, I will support. But don't you think someone else would be better able to explain?"
"Trowa and Duo have already tried."
"Why don't I go up and ask Yuy? He certainly knows how to-"
"Okay. He seemed to be busy with Duo but if you think he'd be better.."
"No! If he is busy..." Wufei said nothing for a while.
Finally, Quatre couldn't take it anymore. "Wufei, is something wrong with me? I don't know why they're having so much trouble just explaining it. If love is supposed to be so beautiful then why-"
"Nono, it is. It's just...ah...just let me grab something." Wufei strode away and returned after a few moments, a box clutched tightly in his hands.
"Tissues?"
"Yeah." Wufei sniffed, pulled a tissue from the box and began.
***
"So you couldn't explain?"
"Nah, there's something about Q-man, I can't explain it but he's just so...innocent, you know?"
Heero said nothing.
"Well anyway, he is. But I bet it'll be worth it. I mean, even you got to admit it Heero, Quatre's adorable and he's got this sexy little...but he doesn't even *know* he's being sexy..."
"If you'd rather be with him..." Heero said dryly.
"Nah, you're sexy too. And Trowa'd kill me."
Heero growled possessively. "And if he didn't, I would."
***
"...And so with pressure to this gland, pleasure is produced due to the nerve endings found in the...ah...tissue. There may be varying degrees of pain at first but they fade quickly and decrease as you become more used to the...um...the activity. I've heard!" Wufei added quickly. Now was *not* the time to bring up his history and all the philosophical ramifications of 'sleeping with the enemy.'
"So," he continued, surreptitiously sniffling and throwing another tissue into the already-full garbage, "as long as you use proper techniques for preparation and a good lubricant, the experience will be an enjoyable one." Wufei was proud of himself. After all, he had remained fairly calm, had barely any nosebleed at all (he was conveniently ignoring the evidence in the garbage) and it seemed that Winner was finally getting it. It was surprising somehow, the team strategist, the pilot who was probably the smartest of them all had so much trouble grasping what was a fairly simple concept. Wufei paused for a moment before saying what he had been dreading for the past quarter of an hour. "So, any questions?"
Quatre was silent for a moment, processing everything Wufei had told him. "I don't think so," he said at last, "you explained everything perfectly...Now I know what Trowa was doing when he put his finger-"
The sound of blood rushing past his ears thankfully drowned out whatever Quatre was finishing the sentence and Wufei stood unsteadily. "I'm going to sleep in Nataku." He all but bolted for the door, leaving Quatre to make his way up to the room where Trowa was waiting.
To the Little Childers: my dears, you don't want to read this story. It has nasty mature content like sex and stuff. Very Icky. Also my angels, if anyone told you I owned Gundam Wing, they were telling you a silly fib.
Trowa hummed happily to himself as he set up candles and changed the sheets on his bed. He'd debated preparing Quatre's bed instead of his own because that might make the little blonde more comfortable, but then thought that if things didn't go as planned, Quatre would still have a place completely his own to retreat to. He was giving this *a lot* of thought. He carefully shut his lube into the drawer of the bedside table. No need for that to be staring Quatre in the face, intimidating him and making him think he was being pressured into anything. He made the bed, then unmade it. He made it again, unmade it and climbed in. Then he got out and artfully rumpled it. And decided it looked like he was trying too hard. He stared at the bed and it seemed to look back smugly. Bastard.
Dimly, Trowa registered the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall but it took him a few moments to realize that the only person that thumped like that was supposed to be explaining sex to his boyfriend.
"Duo? Where's Quatre?"
"Oh...I thought that he might like to talk to Wufei for a while." Duo smiled and then ran into the room he shared with Heero, slamming the door behind him.
Trowa banged on the door for a few moments but as the sounds coming from the other side got louder, he gave it up as a losing battle. "Duo," he muttered, "I am *so* telling Heero where you hid his flail." He looked at the staircase for a moment, wondering whether or not he should go and interrupt Quatre and Wufei's chat. He decided, wisely, better Wufei than him. Besides, the room wasn't quite ready.
***
Downstairs, Wufei was staring at Quatre. "S-sex?"
"Yeah...umm...Trowa and Duo tried but..."
"Duo? That idiot? At least I can do better than him. I was married. But...you really don't know?"
Quatre looked at his hands.
"Oookay." He sighed. "Well, when a man and a woman chose to have intercourse, usually for the purpose of procreation..."
Quatre cut Wufei off before he could continue his text-book definition. "Actually, I meant between two males."
"Oh."
There was a long silence.
"That isn't a problem, is it?" Quatre said hesitantly, "you're not-"
"Quatre, you're my friend. Whatever lifestyle you chose, I will support. But don't you think someone else would be better able to explain?"
"Trowa and Duo have already tried."
"Why don't I go up and ask Yuy? He certainly knows how to-"
"Okay. He seemed to be busy with Duo but if you think he'd be better.."
"No! If he is busy..." Wufei said nothing for a while.
Finally, Quatre couldn't take it anymore. "Wufei, is something wrong with me? I don't know why they're having so much trouble just explaining it. If love is supposed to be so beautiful then why-"
"Nono, it is. It's just...ah...just let me grab something." Wufei strode away and returned after a few moments, a box clutched tightly in his hands.
"Tissues?"
"Yeah." Wufei sniffed, pulled a tissue from the box and began.
***
"So you couldn't explain?"
"Nah, there's something about Q-man, I can't explain it but he's just so...innocent, you know?"
Heero said nothing.
"Well anyway, he is. But I bet it'll be worth it. I mean, even you got to admit it Heero, Quatre's adorable and he's got this sexy little...but he doesn't even *know* he's being sexy..."
"If you'd rather be with him..." Heero said dryly.
"Nah, you're sexy too. And Trowa'd kill me."
Heero growled possessively. "And if he didn't, I would."
***
"...And so with pressure to this gland, pleasure is produced due to the nerve endings found in the...ah...tissue. There may be varying degrees of pain at first but they fade quickly and decrease as you become more used to the...um...the activity. I've heard!" Wufei added quickly. Now was *not* the time to bring up his history and all the philosophical ramifications of 'sleeping with the enemy.'
"So," he continued, surreptitiously sniffling and throwing another tissue into the already-full garbage, "as long as you use proper techniques for preparation and a good lubricant, the experience will be an enjoyable one." Wufei was proud of himself. After all, he had remained fairly calm, had barely any nosebleed at all (he was conveniently ignoring the evidence in the garbage) and it seemed that Winner was finally getting it. It was surprising somehow, the team strategist, the pilot who was probably the smartest of them all had so much trouble grasping what was a fairly simple concept. Wufei paused for a moment before saying what he had been dreading for the past quarter of an hour. "So, any questions?"
Quatre was silent for a moment, processing everything Wufei had told him. "I don't think so," he said at last, "you explained everything perfectly...Now I know what Trowa was doing when he put his finger-"
The sound of blood rushing past his ears thankfully drowned out whatever Quatre was finishing the sentence and Wufei stood unsteadily. "I'm going to sleep in Nataku." He all but bolted for the door, leaving Quatre to make his way up to the room where Trowa was waiting.