Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breathing Methods ❯ LiFe SuPpOrT ( Chapter 10 )

 

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LiFe SuPpOrT

 

The Eternity - Trowa Barton

 

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They've taken to sleeping with me during the night....probably afraid that I will be a fool again, and let the panic attacks consume me totally and utterly. Happily, there's not a damn chance of that happening, since I still remember what they taught me on that horrible day, last week.

 

Forced is a little different to offered, no?

 

So here I am, lying on my side, and watching the sky outside the window. No moon tonight, but brush fires from the mountains just to the west light the sky up, tinged with red, the clouds like blades cutting across the ether. They won't get too close, and the OZ command centre close by has its hands busy sending troops to minimise the blaze. Meaning none of us have to do anything, at least for the moment, because even we can't bear to attack someone who's trying to put fires out, to save peoples homes and lives...

 

I always feel uncomfortable during these breaks in the war. It's like...somehow, I don't deserve to be sitting around, even if I'm nearly trembling with the need to get back out on the battlefield. Sitting there, I'm only waiting for my next orders, which makes every second longer and filled with nightmarish irregularity.

 

It's not so bad tonight.

 

Even though I can't sleep.

 

I don't know exactly what's wrong with me. I was dead tired when we went to bed, for certain, exhausted after rough housing it with Heero and Duo for hours on end. Man, do those guys like to play fight. Meh, I still kicked them on their backs more often than they pinned me, so I feel a bit mollified despite the spectacular defeat I suffered...at which point in time Quatre came in, belted them across their asses with a wooden spoon, and ordered them to apologise for stripping me naked. Gods, he sure is a sweetheart sometimes.

 

Trowa's still awake, reading even as he lies furled against my back, the other's breathing...soft snores, steady deep breaths...the only thing keeping total silence at bay. I've discovered Trowa likes to read while practically laying on me, sometimes offering me a page or two which we read together, awkward with his arms over my waist, my hand on the spine of the book. But...it's a comfort, with him, who finally started talking to us again.

 

“What are you reading tonight?” I whisper, and I feel his eyes on me for a moment, before words capture his attention again.” Something I found....somewhere” he replied quietly. “I knew you were awake.”

 

“Hmmm.”

 

“Something wrong?” Yeah, it surprised the hell out of me too, but that suggestion he made...when I was hurting, thinking my ribs were cracked, my throat raw and bloody...is a suggestion he's taking very seriously. He tries to get me to talk, all the time...when he's not pulling me off the one side, out of sight, so the others can't see us, and treating me to one of those slow, careful kisses.

 

Yanno, a guy....if he was able to....could probably fall in love with all the kinds of kisses there are, especially from these four.

 

“Nothing wrong.” I sigh, and turn to face him, feeling immeasurably better when I can't see the glow from the fires anymore. “Just thinking about things.”

 

“Hmmm.”

 

I swallow heavily when he suddenly moves, on all fours above me, and I wriggle so that I'm nearly face to face with him. It's not like the sudden movement scared me, made me feel defenceless or anything! I just like to be on an even ground when any of them surprise me, is all.

 

Steady emerald eyes don't blink, even as full, pale lips curl into a smile. “Have you ever done it with three other people in the same bed?”

 

I pale, and shudder, and somewhere in the back of my mind I blame the effect like a flurry of snow. “Uh...no?”

 

“Wanna?”

 

Hm. Do I wanna have sex in the same bed as three of my other lovers...one unfulfilled, but only because the elevator's broken down...and maybe wake them up? Disturb their rest? Would I want the total voyeurism of the moment to overtake me, and flood me, just like the ripple of shock is doing right now, shock from his words?

 

“You've got to be fucking kidding me” I reply flatly, and grab his tee-shirt and pull him clumsily down on top of me. He grins, and our lips meet, and I can even feel Duo's body heat pressing at me from the spot Trowa so recently vacated. Give the braided boy an inch, and he would hog the whole damn bed, if he could.

 

Bang-Boy has a very, very nice build, and it feels even better when he's resting most of his weight on you. Never mind the fact that he's heavier, it's fine, the way gravity pulls him down against me. I spread my legs when he nudges them with his knees, licking my lips with a sigh as he sinks neatly in-between them, eyes curiously soft as he strokes my ribs with one hand...soft like glowing, living moss, shining in the light from the sun. Green floods my vision.

 

“You...you done this before....?' I murmur softly, cradling his face with both of my hands as I arch beneath him briefly, to align his awakening erection with my damn near ready one. The feel of his cock...lined up against mine, Trowa shutting his eyes and hissing briefly at the friction...is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen, touches I have ever felt, and so far, I've seen and experienced quite a bit.

 

“No...been reading though....” His voice is guttural as he chews on my earlobe, hands digging into my ponytail to loose it, flicking the rubber band at someone...Quatre, I think...who's just begun snoring a little louder. “Tantrism...they have tips for keeping it up for hours...”

 

As Heero turns over in his sleep, making Duo murmur as he runs into him accidentally...while we're all used to sleeping in pairs, five is a bit too much, even in a king sized bed...I suddenly have the strangest feeling. It's like doom, almost, a curiously sticky substance that glues itself to my spine, like jelly to a blanket, making me shiver underneath him as his eyes carefully study mine.

 

“You...you want to do me for hours?”

 

“If it's alright.” Oh God, the guy's talking about one of my ultimate fantasies like he's discussing the inner workings of a washing machine. “Damn you, Trowa Barton, for making me have such great expectations.”

 

He laughs a little, his gentle, quiet laugh that I've become quite fond of, even as his hand leaves my ribs to delve into my shorts. “Great? I might not be...not this first time...” he murmurs, licking my neck with tiny little sweeps of his tongue, even as he traces a vein from the base to the tip of my cock, making my eyes roll back in my head. “Where'd you stash the lube?”

 

“Wait” I gasp, and he moves off me as I rip the pillows from beneath my head, off the floor, and under Heero, who doesn't mind at all. At least....I hope he doesn't mind...

 

One for me.

 

Three to shore Duo as far away as possible, making a barricade between us and the rest of the guys.

 

One for Quatre as he starts snoring again, and someone yelps as they're hit in the head by a bag of flying feathery cushioning.

 

“What the fuck!?” Quatre must have seen that Heero is missing his pillow, for something...eerily spine chilling, like the screech of demons, or the opening theme song of a daytime soap...something terrible, a wail of fury unlike any I've ever heard before fills the air, as Quatre pounces on the defenceless Heero.

 

He fell asleep half way, and drifted gently down to the mattress, holding the pillow that hit him with fond arms. Me and Trowa stare at him, as wide eyed as racoons.

 

“...Well.”

 

“Mm.”

 

“That's not something you see everyday--hmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm.....”

 

It's hard to speak, with Trowa mapping my mouth so thoroughly with his tongue...which is as damn flexible as him, if not more. His breath tastes sweet, too, like watermelon perhaps, something cool and fresh grown in the sun. Absolutely delicious, if you know what I mean. He manoeuvres himself slowly so he's resting on top of me again, hips flush and chests meeting, gentle hands cradling my shoulders as my hands rise to meet his skin, passing on the half empty tube of lubricant as I do so.

 

My hand buries itself, in the short hair at the nape of his neck...soft, and not quite as bristly as it looks...as the other rests on his lower back, pushing his hips down even as mine rise to meet them. His mouth opens wider, in a gasp against mine, and I lick the inside of his lower lip even as my own skin is prickling...from the delicious friction, the damning weight of him on top, the sheer pleasure I feel at touching him...feeling something so dark and utterly forbidden start to creep through my flesh, like cats prowling in alleyways.

 

Too much light. I want to be with him in the dark.

 

I blink at the lamp for a few moments, and he gets my drift, reaching over to flick it off even as he licks gently at my jaw. Trowa really likes to lick, apparently...Gods above, I'm not bloody complaining...and the feel of his tongue is raspy/smooth against my twitching skin

 

“Need music...for cover....” he gasps, as I caress him through the sheer material of his boxers, hefting the weight of his sac in one hand, gently stroking the sensitive skin between that and the base of his cock. I nod, mutely, for even though he doesn't want silence, I need to be silent with him. Kinda fucking poetic, but hey, I am when I'm extremely turned on.

 

There's a bit of a fuss when he tries to get a disk from his walkman thingy...he knees me in the guts, and I elbow him in his chest out of pure reflex...and he ends up toppling over Duo when the disk finally slides into the wall unit anyway. So much for grace, eh? But hey, even Duo didn't wake up during his violent swearing fit and my consequent snickering. Shinigami? Lord of his cousin is more like it, no?

 

Sleep? Slumber? Shit, I don't know anymore. Stupid, stupid bloody small assed bed...

 

Heh. Don't mind me. I get deliciously snarky when I'm horny, too. The music starts to play, and it's so low I barely understand it, but I get the general impression it's about sex. Black lace on sweat? My pain your thrill? I never knew he was into such music!

 

He strips me slowly, once he's untangled himself from Duo, paying attention to sensitive spots he finds with his tongue. There's a particular touchy one, on the edge of my hipbone, and he takes full advantage as he licks the thin skin stretched taught over it. Meanwhile, I'm just a pile of shivering goo, barely able to touch him back as he plays me like a finely tuned violin. I do find the energy to place my hands on his chest, playing with the edge of one pale nipple as he bends my knee almost to my chest, licking the skin behind it and making me groan. And then...my shorts are gone, and I'm shivering in the coolness of his gaze as it rakes over my body. Leaves a tingling feeling of frost on my skin too, making my nipples stand stiff and erect, my skin crawling from the feeling of ice.

 

You have no idea of what being gazed upon by Mr Silent can do to your erogenous zones. Mine, for example, are currently praising his parents for meeting in the first place. And also wriggling in delight.

 

Do you know how weird it is to have your hip bone wriggle?

 

Yeah! That weird!

 

“Prepare yourself.” I blink at the suddenly hushed tones entering his voice, lilting as he slowly slides out of his clothes as well. He notices my curious look, even as I assume the position I'm most comfortable with...I've done this many, many times before...and his eyes are glinting with that strange light again, the one that makes them flare like sunlight covered moss, with hard stone beneath them. What I've termed his horny gaze, by the way. “I want to watch you do it. I want to see what you've done to yourself before.”

 

“Ok” I whisper, pushing my hair behind my ears, and chancing a glance at the others as he pushes the tube of lubricant into my other waiting hand. They're still sleeping soundly, Heero looking a little uncomfortable without his poor pillow, and I can't help but smile as I look them over. My boys. My beautiful, wonderful boys...all lined up like monkeys in a bed. I grin as I spread the lube of my fingers, carefully easing the viscous coldness all the way down until I hit the skin that meets my palm

 

My monkeys.

 

A hint of movement catches my eyes; he's settled on his haunches, gaze hungry as he watches me shift my left hand between my spread legs, ghosting over my...well, very hard cock.... and gently touching the skin surrounding my entrance. My breath becomes shallow as I gently ease one inside, not as good as another touching me, but I often crave that feeling of fullness, that feeling of being entered. There's nothing like it in all the world, and I bite my lips, head falling back, as I press my index finger all the way inside.

 

“Tell me?” I blink my eyes open, shifting slightly on the sheets, to watch him touching himself...carefully, slowly, a look of total concentration on his face. It's like he's trying to figure something out, and then he smiles as his muscles start to relax slowly. What the hell? “Tell me what it feels like?” he asks, a plaintive note in his tone, and I shake as one hand carefully teases the skin just behind his foreskin.

 

If he wants to hear about this, about how it feels...I'll tell him.

 

“Makes your...your insides squirm.” I'm panting now, eagerly raising my hips off the bed as another digit pushes inside beside the other, both of them barely moving. “Feels like...like you're being split in two, at first. Feels good. Like...like stretching a sore muscle, one that's just started to heal, and that ache...it's what I love about this...”

 

His eyes become hooded as I push three inside, carefully twisting and spreading them, forcing those writhing muscles into wilful submission. “Stretching, burning sometimes...pain, but that only highlights the other feelings, of pleasure...of total fulfilment...it's why I'm a bottom. That feeling...so good....so right...”

 

“I've found it” he remarks quietly, almost as if to himself, and I shudder as sweat drips down my temples, making my skin crawl as more edge along my ribs. I start to edge my fingers out, wincing, already anticipating that brief flash of loss, but his gaze stops me, impossibly bright. “Another. I don't know much about this...but you're going to need to be as open as possible, alright?”

 

Why?

 

My gaze flickers down to his lap.

 

Oh.

 

Oh.

 

Gods, being tall isn't the only big thing about him....heh.

 

Much bigger than Duo and Heero. Much thicker, as well, the slightly twitching length nearly curling up into his bellybutton. If I wasn't craving his touch so much, I might have been scared at the laws of physics that are currently running through my mind. You can't fit a watermelon through a keyhole, right?

 

Wait...I blush as I remember sex ed videos from school, and the birthing tape...women do it all the time.

 

Anything they can do...I can at least try to imitate, somewhat, in an extremely male, masculine way.

 

Yeah.

 

He licks his lips as he squirts more lube onto his palm, liberally coating his thick, dripping length so much I'm afraid...that if he went for a tumble...he would slide his way across the room and bash his head. Wait. Why the fuck am I thinking about him leaving? Cool green eyes study me as I yelp, four fingers something I've rarely done, and only under the most extreme of circumstances. Find my pain interesting, eh, old green eyes? Hmmm. I suppose he might, actually...he's as still a much of mystery to me as the first day we met, those long, long months ago. But that's what makes this so much more exciting, and rewarding.

 

Look, Ma, I'm about to fuck a total stranger!

 

No wires!

 

I watch his muscles writhe beneath his skin as he slowly looms over me, acting more like a predator...the lions he handles...then the boy I've come to both respect and admire. Smooth, scarred skin, stretched taught over his hips and collarbone, his shoulder blades like mini wings rising smoothly, the knobs of his spine clearly highlighted and buckled. His hair brushes my forehead as he slowly lowers himself on top of me, eyes boring into mine the whole while, as he gently grasps my wrist...I mewl as he pulls my own fingers from myself, feeling the shock of emptiness travel through my sac and cock like a bolt of electricity.

 

“Still. Hold very still” he breathes into my ear, before he licks it...God what is with this boy and licking?!...his hands pulling on my thighs before I lift them, complying with his wishes, raising them until my calves press into his bony ribs neatly. He settles between my spread legs with a deep sigh, taking a moment to bury his nose in my hair, making my chest feel warm as he inhales softly and I close my legs over his back.

 

I can feel the others near me, even though they're not awake, feel their very presence deep inside as the thick head of his cock is aligned with my somewhat looser than usual opening. I can feel their gentle breaths as if it were my own, washing over my skin, past my lips, down into my throat, as he gently pushes forward, hissing and pressing his lips to mine as I bite of another yelp, feeling overwhelmed. Fuck, he's so bloody big!

 

“I won't hurt you” he murmurs, and he doesn't...not much, if you call being split apart not much at all...as he slowly pushes forwards, curving his hips as he pushes more and more of that hard, throbbing shaft inside me. I fling my head back, gasping, as he lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, sliding the pillow I salvaged under the small of my back, taking a full minute to adjust it until he likes the way I'm settled on it.

 

Fucking perfectionist. Literally!

 

He breathes deeply as he settles even closer, smiling like the proverbial cat that caught a big, fat canary, and I shudder and close my eyes as he licks me from jaw to eye, gentle raspy tongue making my insides writhe with pleasure. Lion. My Lion. Fuck, he's so beautiful, and slow...this is so surreal...nerves flaring like nova suns, eyes burning with half fulfilled tears as the pain slowly starts to fade....leaving me feeling fuller than I ever have before.

 

Full. I'm not starving for his touch anymore, because he's inside me so deeply, and so very still, he might as well be a part of me.

 

I don't remember much, of the next...wait for it, and you better believe it, because I can't quite....45 damn minutes! Oh sure, I had general impressions of things...the shape of the ceiling fan above me....the feel of the sheets, rubbing into my shoulder blades...listening to Quatre snore, myself make odd little whimpery noises, and his quiet, even breathing...tasting his lips, because with every thrust he paused to kiss me thoroughly, tongue flickering and tasting even when I couldn't respond...feeling that hard, warm length split me completely open with his slow, graceful thrusts, that sometimes lasted on the downstroke for a full minute...and I knew, just knew, he hadn't even really begun to fuck me yet. This was almost like...foreplay. Damn him!

 

Our movements, slow and luxuriously soft as they may have been...still shook the damn small assed bed a little. I was currently gasping, forearm thrown over my eyes as he did that twisty thing again....went all the way inside, and then started to shift his whole body to the left, it felt so fucking weird...with my other arm curled around his shoulder. His eyes were shut, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and relaxing as he moved over me, slicked with sweat and lube and the Gods know what else. What was I saying? Oh, yes...we were shaking the bed.

 

I know for a fact that I can sleep through really loud noises, explosions, and screaming. This is because of Duo's antics, most likely. However...and we're all like this, really...the softer the movement, the quieter the sound, the more easily it penetrates the thick layers protecting our minds while we slumber. Trust me, it ain't nothing special, especially when you're woken up by cats padding past your window at three o'clock in the damn morning.

 

Anyway....what I'm trying to say is...

 

We woke Duo up.

 

I heard all the classic signs, and so did Trowa, and he hissed when I forced him to stop; by squeezing my legs tightly around his hips, halting his movements. Gods, he looks pissed. I heard Duo yawning, stretching as little thumps echo softly...he's slapping his stomach, I don't know why he does it...and I glare back as I held a finger to my lips. Shhh! He wrinkles his nose in disgust, but obeyed...somewhat...settling his full weight onto me, and licking my jugular for a bit of amusement.

 

“Addax....hmmm....aw, shit, `Ro, don't lay on me like that....hmmm?” I start laughing silently, making Trowa raise an eyebrow and blink at me, as Duo discovers the pillow barricade I erected....heh, another funny.....before we started this whole `fuck Wufei stupid' operation. His words, not mine. I press my hands over my lips, trying not to give myself away, as a hand touches them cautiously, patting them in places with nothing of grace and more of inelegance than anything else. “Huh...? Fuck, Tro, you sure are spongy....”

 

Bang Boy growls menacingly, and I yelp when he lifts himself up, to glare over the ridges of Pillowtopia Fell. Because when he lifts...my lower half sorta goes with him. “That's not me, you piece of shit. Go back to sleep.”

 

“Sorry, man, jeez...what, you pissed at me or something?” His voice is fuzzy with sleep, and I can only imagine the drowsy, annoyed expression on his face.

 

Trowa has a look in his eyes. I can't quite tell if it's humour...or a feeling of general homicidal impulses...so I do the best I can to calm him down, slowly trailing my fingertips over his neck, and his inscrutable green eyes snap back to mine as his skin rises into tiny little goose bumps. I feel my lips curl into a smile, and run my hands through his hair, leaning up to kiss him softly.

 

We lie still for a few minutes longer...I know I was wishing with all my soul that the Gods had taken pity on me, and sent Duo to sleep without further ado...until even he can't take the stillness anymore. “Damn, Wufei” he moans softly, raising my hand so that he can lick the pads of my fingers, one by one. I don't know how to feel when he does things like that, so I settle for quietly pleased and extremely hornacious. “I want to fuck you...please....let me fuck you....it hurts....”

 

“What!?”

 

My mouth drops open. Trowa's one visible eye widens. We both snap our heads around, only to see Duo leaping straight up like some demented jack in the box.

 

He sees us....well, the general outline, because Trowa pulled the sheets over us when I was off in one of my comatose moments...and his eyes widen, mouth dropping open as wide as mine, because...what, with the way he's lying between my thighs, hips impossibly too close...it's kinda fucking obvious what we're doing. If I didn't feel so much shock, I might have joked about putting that wide space to a good use. “'Fei?” he whispers, eyes snapping back and forth between mine and Trowa's, and all I can do is gape like a landed bass trout. “Tro'?!”

 

Trowa downright growls, shaking his head furiously...I think he's a little confused...before grinding so deep I'm arching off the bed, seeing stars and feeling all my muscles clench, gasping and wriggling. “Shit!”

 

“Wufei Chang -! Aw, crap!” There's an insufferable moment as he sways, eyes widening even further...and then he falls over, right on top of Heero and Quatre. The room is suddenly filled with the screaming of enraged pilots.

 

“Get the fuck off of me, Maxwell!”

 

“You bastard!”

 

Duo's yelling back wordlessly, there's a flurry of thumps, and Quatre bellowing like a wounded moose....wanna know what I'm doing? Giggling silently as Trowa starts fucking me again, this look of evil and humorous intent on his face, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk as he pins my arms above my head with one hand. He tosses his head back, pushing his hips forwards sharply, and I grunt a little as he roughly grazes across my prostate, making the tight ring of muscle surrounding him tighten even further from the wave of intense, all consuming flare. The movement makes his bang fly back, and he smooths it backwards with one hand so that his eyes are cleared, so heated, so full of lust.

 

“Do that again” I order, moans for the most part, and Duo shrieks as more thumping...it sounds a little like somebody slapping the back of a head...as Trowa lets my arms go, letting me curl them around his shoulders. “Oh Gods...don't stop...”

 

It feels so wrong, to be doing this so close to them...it wasn't this bad, while they were asleep, and what does that say of me?...but I can't deny the guilty pleasure that makes my cock ache something fierce, the skin of my thighs contracting and twitching as his lean body moves over me.

 

He licks his lips, withdrawing until the thick head of that throbbing, long, hot cock is barely inside me...and then he pauses, cocking his head, green eyes suddenly...dare I say it?...merry. I feel my stomach start to writhe as this look washes over his face, and he full out smirks as he sits up a little, pulling me with him. I gulp as I realise...after a moment of vertigo...that I'm nearly vertical myself, shoulders and the back of my head the only things touching the mattress. Oh fuck, the bastards nearly standing! What the fuck!?

 

“Oh Wufei....” I can't believe the others are still fighting, not hearing the pure evil in the level tone as he bends me suddenly, me biting my lip as one hands slides to rest on the lower well of my back, the other pressing gently into my stomach. What? I'm so confused....and, as everyone should know by now, I hate being confused, nearly as much as I hate Trieze Krushenada, the hypocritical bastard. Why is he holding me up like this?

 

“Oh, what? Trowa, you're starting to scare me...”

 

“You should be scared” he whispers, just as Duo screams, in a shout even I'm envious of...I wish I could reach that level of crescendo, whether it be in bed or not... “Trowa's fucking Wufei and I saw it!”

 

Two shocked gasps. A smirk, from Trowa Barton himself.

 

A long, drawn out, blood curdling and dick hardening scream.

 

Me, by the way.

 

He falls. There is no other way to put it, there is no other way to express it, there are no words for the movement. I'm sure if I hadn't been slightly modified by the serums O gave me I would be split apart for real, as he sinks back inside of me so fast...and so hard....pressing me back against the bed as flat as I can go. I can't help my scream, the bucking of my hips, the way I arch so much my back nearly snaps neatly in half, lifting his entire body up for a painful, unbearable moment. “Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuck!!!”

 

Trowa grunts as he's jolted too...I don't think he fully realised what he had even been doing, trying something like this...and his eyes squeeze tightly close as he gasps for air, like he's drowning. “Oh my God...oh my God...”

 

He loses control then, and I'm barely aware for a moment that the bed is shaking far too much, even allowing for the way he snaps forwards inside of me suddenly, eyes still closed as he buries his sweaty forehead in the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Oh, this is what I've been wanting, this is what I've been waiting for. I realise, as the others pop their heads above the barricade, eyes widening at the sight...oh God the sight of them is making me so...so...I realise that the shaking was them, scrambling until they were watching us, surprised as hell. Deep, his thrusts, and he's practically purring, a rumbling sound escaping him as his hips slowly start to decelerate.

 

“No!” I pant, wriggling, trying to get him moving again, running my hands up and down his pale skin like it could goad him into resuming...that. “Oh please, Trowa, please, it's too much! Too damn much! You've been fucking me for over an hour now, and I feel like I'm going crazy!”

 

“You're alright” he murmurs, pausing for a moment to gaze at the others fiercely. They stare back at him, eyes wide, eyes roaming all over us...sheet-less now, and even I can see how deeply we're joined, if I move my head a little to the side, and look along our bodies. His eyes narrow as he slowly backs away a little, before leisurely sinking deeper, groaning for a brief moment as his balls slapped lightly against my ass, the sound making me ache in places I didn't know existed. “Mine” he whispers possessively, eyes flickering over them, holding me closer and licking my neck, green eyes as hard as cut gems. “Mine. I'm here now. Mine.”

 

“No fucking kidding” Duo replies, breathless, his tone shaky as he sits down on his butt fast, as if collapsing...but still looking at us, watching the way his hips moved shallowly, the way I started to go beyond beneath him. Beyond is when the pleasure is too much...mentally, of course, he rarely touches me enough, even to bring me to the brink of orgasm...and everything starts to go hazy.

 

And then reality snaps back, as he pushes inside of me deep, groaning and biting down harshly on my neck. Can you blame me for screaming like I just did, arching up, bucking into the feeling of his cock? No? Good.

 

Trowa swings me up suddenly, until I'm lifted above him, staring down with my hands clasped onto his shoulders. I groan as he lets me slide down, until I'm sitting on that lap, whimpering as I sink deeper and deeper, stretching my limits even as he stretches me.

 

I'm amazed. Never knew a position could make you feel like...like this...

 

Like you're the most important thing.

 

Like you're the only thing.

 

And the pleasure...well, I won't get into details, but being like this? It just about kills other parts of my brain not yet already dead. Ahuh.

 

My hands and legs wrap around him closely, feeling the sweat pouring off of him from every single pore, palms sliding in it. He smells rabid, almost feral, like the lions cage at the zoo. Or just somebody fucking his brains out, perhaps. Maybe there's no difference between the two? Amused green eyes watch me closely, and I start rocking back and forth gently, half closing my eyes and biting my lip. Just rocking. Just making his cock scrape me inside, dully, so slowly.

 

“I thought you were go-ooooing insa-aaaaaane....”

 

“No talking!” I hiss, and knock him flat on his back, riding him down like one might ride a wave. Surging beneath me, and I quickly unwrap my legs, smirking as my hands plant themselves firmly, on either side of his head. Oh my, Trowa looks rather startled. Oh my, so do the others, when I remember they are there. Oh my, I'm sick of all this.

 

“It might have been a fantasy of mine...but play time's over.” I seem to have the feeling that I've heard that somewhere before. Hmmm. Curious. His eyes widen as I growl, lifting myself up until only the head of his cock is inside of me. “I'm tired. I'm so hard it hurts. And you haven't touched me once in over a damn hour. I'm...I'm...”

 

“Adoring?” His voice is weak, and he flings a hand over his head, the back of his hand hitting the sheets. Oh, his voice is sheepish, is he? I'll ride him like a damn sheep. I'll fuck his freaking fucking stupid ass brains out if that's what it takes to get the ache out of my thighs and turn it into something constructive that I can actually use instead of wondering how long it takes for your testicles to implode and no I'm not fucking adoring I'm pissed.

 

I breathe harshly, glaring at the sound of sudden, startled laughter. Heero looks innocent as he waves his hands around, and the other two are staring at me wide eyed. “A thing you should know, Wufei...when you're denied, you talk out loud.” I stare at him blankly, and he grins, blue eyes almost gleaming. “Your thoughts.”

 

“Oh.”

 

I talk, do I? Not like Duo, I expect, with his blabbering mouth that would be so much better wrapped around my cock. All the way, deep throating, right down to the base and I hope to God he chokes on it. I hope somebody will introduce themselves to the joys of rimming. I hope one day I'll be able to have all of them at once, and not wonder how I'm going to do it. I wish somebody would make Trowa move, instead of sitting there, and gaping like a fish. I wish that gaping was on my cock. Oh, hot, sweet suction...I wish I would strop thinking and just start doing what I do best. I ignore their laughter, still poised above Trowa, and my hands find hard nipples, and sleek skin that I can drum with my fingertips.

 

“You.”

 

He blinks. `Me?' he mouths. I nod.

 

“Are you ready for the Wuffinator?”

 

There's a thump as Duo falls off the bed, howling with laughter, and even Quatre's looking amused, covering his mouth with one hand. I narrow my eyes. I can't see the other hand.

 

“Quatre, whip it out and play with it. I wanna watch while I ride Trowa here, alright?”

 

There's a startled sound from the floor, and Heero smirks as he pushes the pillows away, to reveal Quatre with a hand down the front of his shorts. He doesn't look happy. “Aw, hell, Wufei! I wanted to do it in secret!”

 

I interrupt their amusement...and my own, because this situation is so not funny it's hilarious....and draw a long, deep moan from myself as I seat myself fully. Oh God, there goes my prostate again. And up, feeling his thighs clench beneath me, his eyes hooded as hands settle on my hips. And down, choking at the searing heat, twisting briefly to ride out the waves of pure, golden pleasure. And up. And Down. And up and down and up and down and oh sweet Gods...

 

Fluid, almost graceful movement, as I rise and fall without pause, and words start to tumble from my lips without ever being aware of them. “Hot...oh fuck, so good...so deep, you...oh you're so good...mine...oh fuck yeah, you're mine. Your cock is mine...I have it now...it belongs to me...”

 

He nods hastily: I think I might be scaring him, the poor hard dear.

 

“Well...it's really yours...you're so....oh....oh no....oh yes...oh yes....oh yes....”

 

Suddenly, it's far too much; the sensitivity of my skin blinds me all at once, something dark and luscious and sweet curling inside the place where we're joined so deeply; I know I start this keening sound, this high, breathy whine that makes me tremble, as my hands slide on his sweat slicked chest; I feel the ruptures begins inside me, feeling the earthquake of pleasure and terror that is orgasm rip through the warmness in my belly, making my nerves light up like fireflies; and before I knew it, there I was, screaming and panting and coming and sweating and dying all at the same time with a gorgeous, moaning, starry eyed boy underneath me, lifting his hips so high I'm nearly thrown airborne through the movement. Feeling his cock twitch and then throb and then pulse and the erupt, this feral sounding growl he can't barely conceal as I pump all over him, my hands which had reached to soothe my aching flesh, and the sheets around us.

 

I admit it. He made me faint. I hate to admit of course, but it's true. I don't like it. True. Gods… I barely remember two sets of hands slipping me off his softening cock, and then all there was…was that warm, sacred darkness, with many sets of arms around me, like a severely mutated octopus was having some post coitus cuddling instead of Tro. And then sleep. And then some odd, soft form of happiness that made me cling tightly to the person closest to me, sighing gently.

 

My little lion…Gods, he was so sweet….mmmm…