Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beloved One ❯ Finally ( Chapter 3 )

Warning: Lemon. 1x4. Beware and beforwarned.

As the lean and well built figure made his way towards the couch, he silently derobed himself of and hindering clothes. Only the basics. A shirt, and a pair of pants. The jacket, socks and shoes would be an annoying later on. Before preparing himself to jump on the unexpecting prey, he took time to inhale the intoxicating smells about him. The vanilla in his hair, his heart quickened at that scent. The barely traceable peppermint on his skin from the soap. Smooth and mellow; tangy and sweet; the flavors of his beloved. And the pale lips. They drew him closer, until he bent over the couch, wanting the taste of a gentle kiss on the delectable lips.

Quatre stirred from his revere of the television, the feeling of a warm breath washed over his cheek. It made him long even more.

"Heero." Quatre stated, remorse and wanting thick in that statement. His name surprised Heero, and he stopped before adhering his lips to the Arabian's. Quatre rolled over, staring at the ceiling. He choked on a startled scream when he saw Heero's face. In shock he rolled off the couch, landing on the floor, in the semi-grace he could muster. Heero's eyes were wide. That wasn't exactly the reaction he was looking for. Quatre rose immediately from the floor, muttering his apologies. He still wasn't sure if he was hallucinating or by some grace Heero was there, but either way he was very content. The Japanese man walked forward, evil glee in his eyes.

"Oh Quatre, how I've missed you. " Heero was standing nose to nose with him. Quatre's body shook, and his knees went weak.

"Heero. I-I missed you too." Tanned hands slid through his short platinum hair, eliciting a sigh from its blond captive. He led the delicious lips to his own, relishing the taste. He swore he would never tire of this, the taste of him changing with his moods; and the current exotic flavor satisfied him to no end. Soon eagerly the slim man opened his mouth, quite impatient to let the first pilot to explore more. Heero was meet with another tongue, and for a short while they dueled, until the erotic Arabian submitted. Heero almost melted at the muffled mewls and moans coming from his supernatural being. Quatre was sure he would have already slumped to the floor in pleasure, if it wasn't for the strong arm wrapped around his waist; his knees shook every time Heero's tongue passed a nerve.

As he delicately made explorations of this exquisite love, Heero noticed the slumping body in his arms. Traveling slow, he pushed his lover back to the couch, breaking the kiss momentarily to settle on top of him. He smiled as Quatre gasped, the weight and proximity arousing him. The blond, wanting to giving pleasure also, closed his lips firmly over the brunet, sucking hard on the tongue that threatened his last thread of sanity.

Heero's hips bucked on their own accord, his body quite pleased with the sensations Quatre's mouth was creating. They both moaned, as Quatre ground his hips into Heero's; the friction partially reasonable to soothe their aches. Heero replied in kind, moving his lips down to kiss and nip at the beautifully exposed neck. Quatre's breath hitched again, and he moaned deep in his throat, the vibrations tickling Heero's lips. Heero felt the tell tale tightening in his groin, and knew if they didn't stop soon, it would all be over too quick. He pulled back, and watched the midnight blue eyes slip back into focus, while the man's breathing came back to a normal rhythm.

"C'mere." Heero gracefully got off the couch, extending his arm to the most eligible bachelor. Quatre got off the couch, cheeks still flushed, and slightly dizzy, the blood rush to other certain parts of his body left few for his brain.

"What?" Quatre asked, curious at for what would be in store for him.

"Well we're going to bed, unless you want me to take you on the couch." Quatre blushed more, shying away from the bold man in front of him.

It all seemed like a haze; they entered the bedroom, laying on the soft sheets. Clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor, Heero's dark body accenting Quatre's pale features. Like night and day, he thought.

And like night and day, they merged with brilliant colors, becoming one flesh. Quatre gasped as Heero's hand fisted around the growing arousal.

"H-heero." He loved to hear that man moan, stutter his name with pleasure. The brunet started slowly, relishing the twitches of pleasure. Soon he sped up, his own ache driving him frantic, eager to please his earthly angel; receiving in turn a melodic chorus to his ears. As the blond's body shook with the ever approaching release, Heero bent down, tracing an ear with his tongue. He blew gently at the wet skin, shivering himself as hot puffs of air from Quatre brushed his skin. It is amazing how one's breath can seem just like a gentle caress.

The Japanese man slid down the length of his body, though Quatre barely noticed. Quatre grasped the sheets in desperate need for self control. His body seemed to forget all needs just it's wants; and his ragged breaths barely supplied enough oxygen. Heero stopped his actions and Quatre gasped for the forgotten air, happy for the break in action, but slightly displeased at the same time. Quatre was glad he got that short reprieve; for Heero's next action left him breathless.

Heero licked his lips, sliding them smoothly over Quatre's erection. He parted his mouth only as far as necessary, letting his teeth graze the skin in wanted friction. He slid his hands up, keeping the thrusting hips steady. Under his finger tips he could feel the ivory thigh quiver. He sucked hard, humming almost happily to the sounds that filled his ears. He felt Quatre's muscle's strain the last time, before he came exquisitely into his mouth, the taste invading the cavern most welcomely.

After cleaning his beloved with tongue and mouth, Heero slid up to Quatre, peering into the midnight sky eyes.

"Damn." Quatre smiled at the shocked face hovering nose to nose.

"What?" Heero was quite curious what caused him to say that. Certainly it wasn't him, was it?

"And here I thought I would be pleasuring you."

"Oh but you are." The laugh echoed in the now quiet room.

"I'm not sure how that one works, but ok." Heero smiled at the charming man.

"Ready for part two?" he said, slight mock in his tone.

"Since the first time we kissed. Come on." Quatre jested. He smiled. He always did find some sort of sexual pun that wasn't meant to be.

"Do you have...?" Heero let the question hang, a blush painting his cheeks. Quatre waved to the nearby dresser. Heero grinned, gave Quatre a peck on the nose, and rose quickly and almost skipped to the nearby counter. Quatre put it down as the neglected child-side of Heero. Or maybe Heero spent too much time with Duo. Or maybe he was actually happy. Either way the puerile chuckles escaped his lips. Heero returned to see his lover's knees bent up; one hand around the slim waist, the other covering his red gently bruised lips. Heero crawled up amused, settling between the legs, looking him right in the eye.

"Forget it Heero, I'll tell you later. Right now," Quatre's hand slipped between their legs, grabbing the proud erection, "I want you to fuck me so hard on my squeaky little bed that we keep the neighbors next door up and moaning." Quatre slowly pumped Heero, while marking his neck with love nips.

Though they weren't the sweetest words that have emerged from Quatre's mouth, Heero found them quite appropriate to the situation at hand. He quickly forgot about the package in his hands as Quatre moved lower, paying supreme attentions to the dusky aureoles. The Japanese man moaned and melted on Quatre, the pleasure flashing through his nerves in sizzling lightening. Quatre's free hand rolled the nub in his hands, as his tongue jabbed at the other. A hoarse cry was wrenched from his depths as Heero felt the pumping increase and the delicate mouth suck hard on his chest.

The actions stopped at the growling command.

"I need you. I want you." Heero panted these words, knowing he would come any minute. Quatre stopped his delicious ministrations, and simply laid back, legs spread apart. He blushed, feeling quite wanton, but right at the same time.

"What's mine is yours." Heero smiled, still grasping firmly the bottle of lotion. He poured on his hands, relishing the cool to his hot body. Certain it was coated enough, he pulled Quatre closer, spreading his cheeks. He found what he sought, and slathered the ring thoroughly before penetrating ever so slightly.

"It will hurt." Quatre heard the questioning and understanding voice, but he wanted to continue any ways.

"Go on, I want to do this." Heero continued, and moaned at the tightness. Unbelievable. Quatre was thinking the same thing. He never knew it would feel like this. He calmed himself, forcing his muscles to relax. Soon the one finger didn't feel so bad. Then the second finger was added. His muscles clamped down in pain. It hurt. It definitely hurt. Heero paused, unsure about how quiet it had become.

"Quatre?" The question hung thick in the air with concern.

"Keep going. I'm ok." Quatre lied through his teeth, literally. Oh it hurt. He knew it would hurt a lot more. But he was determined to continue. It was the least he could do for the one who accepted his love, and returned it willing tenfold. Anything for Heero. As the third finger entered, Quatre grasp on the bed sheets became white knuckled. With extreme effort he inhaled sharply and calmed his muscles. Heero slid deeper, and was quite pleased to here a moan from the anxious man as he hit the prostate. Pleasure overlapped pain, and Quatre relaxed more, pain seeping away as pleasure took it's place. Heero rhythmically hit that spot. And it felt so good. Quatre could feel raw energy coursing through him, as his erection began to build once again. Just as Quatre became addicted to the heavenly sensations, Heero removed his fingers. He poured more lotion on his hands, coating his erection.He hissed at the cool lotion on his throbbing erection, and settled at the blond's entrance.

"Are you sure? It'll be hard for me to stop after this." Heero stated, warning lovingly.

"Oh yeah, ' give it to me baby'" Quatre quoted one of Duo's more interesting american song selections.

Heero smiled, slowly lowering himself into Quatre. He studied the face, looking for signs of pain. It flitered across his face, eyes pricking with tears. Needless to state, Heero was much larger than three fingers. But as Heero slid deeper, Quatre controlled his breathing, and forced himself to relax. He was happy once Heero was fully sheathed and waited for him to adjust. In a minute Quatre became anxious to move, and started wriggling his hips. Heero snapped out of his concentrating trance. It took his best efforts not to, how was it put? 'fuck him so hard on his squeaky little bed that they would keep the neighbors next door up and moaning.'

"You want something?" Heero looked at Quatre's dry face, tear stains no longer evident.

"Move it Mister." Heero complied slowly pulling back, and entering in at even a slower pace. Quatre smiled at the gentle feeling, and gasped when pressure was placed on his prostate, causing him to see the most beautiful stars, almost as beautiful as the emotions and sensations flowing through him. Heero increased the pace in increments, allowing Quatre to adjust easily. By the end, Quatre was moaning as his body was pleasured hard, causing his bed to squeak load, though the sounds coming from Heero were louder. Heero pounded harder, causing Quatre to see binary stars, pulsing white-hot like his body was. He rose higher, higher than cloud nine. Heero felt the man shudder beneath him, and reached for the neglected erection, knowing he soon would come too.

Quatre was suddenly taken to a blissful place. Where he forgot to breathe, to be alive. All he knew was Heero and this sensation. And it got more intense, higher up than before. Quatre climaxed, a shudder ripping through his body and he fell limply back to Earth; to reality. His body remembered it's need of oxygen, and his raw lungs sucked it in hastily in a gasp. Heero thought it couldn't, it wouldn't get any better or tighter than this. But as Quatre's body was used to pleasure him, he found many more treasures in store. The inner muscles clamped down on his pulsing member. He groaned in ecstasy and thrust one more time, before he came in white-hot heat, coating the blond's insides with his essence.

A salty sweet body collapsed on another one, completely exhausted as the next.

"That good eh?" Quatre breathed, thrilled it finally happened. Night merged into day ; a brilliant sunset, full of unnamed colors and hues. Heero nodded his agreement, pulling out of Quatre, and curling up beside him, spent for the evening. Quatre pulled the covers over them, and snuggled close to the warm body behind him.

"I love you Quat. " Heero murmured against the flushed skin.

"I love you too, my Heero."



Author's complaining: Well, the horrible part you've all been waiting for. It so long and sketchy. But I guess it's good for my first. I'll come back to this chapter later an fix it up. I hope you at least semi-enjoyed it.
~Hidama.