Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate Kisses ❯ Stolen Moments ( Chapter 3 )

Author: Hiriyou

Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys *cheering from characters of GW* SHUT THE F*CK UP! *everyone but hiriyou sweatdrops*

Warnings: AU, lemony goodness, sap, language, OOC, relena-bashing, hilde-bashing, oh yeah, and now we have OC!

Pairings: 3x4x3, 1+2+1, 5+?? 13X1 (mentioned)

Hiriyou: To everyone who's been following this story... I'm afraid our family has been decreased. By five members...

*Mumbling heard from boys hog-tied on floor*

Hiriyou: *quickly shoves guys under bed and places heavy blanket over hole to muffle noise* You didn't see that! *smiles brightly* Now, just read, and forget.... forget.....

~~ scene change ~~

*** POV change ***

//thoughts//

Stolen Moments

The grizzled leather jockey continued to grope the boy in his arms without knowledge of the enraged Japanese man making a beeline through the bar to his person.

"Excuse me," a slightly nasal voice growled in disgust, "but I do believe that *my* date would like to be put down now." Heero glared at the assailant still maintaining physical contact with *HIS* Duo.

Mr. Big and Bulky turned around and simply leered at the smaller man that stood before him. "What was that gorgeous? I thought you just told me to put this delicious little bite down.... Hmm... let me think..."a quizzical look of contemplation that was far more advanced than his actual intelligence passed over his face before dissolving into the myth it was, "Don't think so! I think the two of us will just take our leave now. That is, unless of course, you want to join us as well." He grinned in accomplishment at getting out the nauseating offer.

"Hmm... let me think... How about not?" with the final words the Japanese man pulled his fist back and slammed it straight into the other's nasal cavity.

Releasing his death grip on Duo, Big and Bulky staggered back, "By dose! You futhing bick! You broke by futhing dose!"

"Hn"

Reaching out for Duo, who was about ready to collapse, Heero supported him and they moved back towards the bar counter. Big and Bulky quickly got over his fazing at having his nose broken and stalked forward, intent on causing as much damage as possible without being convicted of second degree murder.

Tensing at the hand that clamped down on his shoulder, the cobalt-eyed youth was going to strike and be positive of a knock-out when he heard the all-too-familiar sound of a gun cocking.

"Get out Andy, I've told you before to not touch my customers, and while I know I've been pretty lenient, but you're not coming back here after that little show if you want to keep your packages. You know what I'm saying?" the tone that Axel made of his little monologue could've taken for casual, pleasant even. There was nothing pleasant about the rifle aimed between his eyes, or the glare in the older man's eyes.

With a primitive grunt the man called Andy lurched in the direction of the door and left the establishment.

"Hey Duo, you okay there? Sorry `bout that but I had to go to the back to grab another case of the cold stuff."

Wincing as he gingerly ran his fingers over the abused flesh of his arms, Duo replied, "Yeah Axel, hey it's ok. Heero here saved my butt," the normally spirited youth exhaled a depressed breath, "Guess I'm always getting into trouble, no matter where I go."

That made Heero's blood boil some more, he turned Duo around, though noticing the wincing at his actions resolved to be gentler when touching the boy's arms. He placed a finger under Duo's chin and forced him to look at his face, "Duo, look at me. That was not your fault. Just because some neanderthals can't keep their hands to themselves or take no for an answer means nothing in the way of you or the person you are."

Hearing the heartfelt words from the normally stoic man brought tears prickling behind Duo's eyes. He blinked a couple of times to clear his vision and then glomped his savior.

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Strong arms enveloped his small frame and moist lips burned his heated skin. The petite Arabian threw his head back onto his lover's shoulder as those same burning lips trailed a wet path along the pulse point of his neck. The slight teasing on his earlobe accompanying the wandering hands pulled a moan from his throat.

Trowa smiled around the salty mouthful of his love's skin. Dexterous fingers worked the man in his arms free of the offending shirt and quickly pulled it off. Tweaking a nipple he worked it into hardness within seconds. Now moving his mouth was placing feather light kisses along Quatre's jaw, sliding his sweat-dampened hands up and down his sides. The silky skin beneath his fingers and the sounds emitting from his lover's throat driving his own passion higher.

"Oh Allah! Trowa..... more... touch me..." the blonde executive's voice quivered with need. His eyes were half-lidded with unbridled lust swirling and marbleizing with love, lurking within their unending teal depths.

Always one to comply with the wishes of his lover and not to be more of a tease than necessary -he left that to the sadistic side of Quatre that was never seen by anybody else. Dog collars, whips, strawberries and cream all went through the tall one's mind before he shuddered involuntarily at memories of past experiences with the blonde sadist. Maybe for one night he could gain some semblance of revenge...

"Trowa... oh Allah Trowa, touch me... please!"

Okay, maybe he could vow revenge another night. For tonight he would be gracious with his lascivious treatments. After all, how could he resist such sweet words of begging issuing from the innocuous looking mouth? Before the night was over he promised to have the same mouth spewing obscenities to make even himself blush.

The Latin man growled possessively and nipped the flushed column placed so delectably in front of his vision. Making sure to bite hard enough to leave several marks, Trowa was determined to make it known to everyone else just who the little blonde tease belonged to. Panting, chest heaving, Quatre was beautiful to him. Mind made up, another guttural growl escaped him after deciding he needed to see his lover in all of his Adonis-like beauty.

Nimble appendages from long-trained hours of working with cards and acrobatics unzipped the fly to his khaki pants and Quatre felt his cock growing harder than he thought was physically possible. The affronting article was rapidly discarded along with the previous shirt and his cock strained against the fabric imprisonment. A hand wrapped around his person as all coherent thought fled to the other end of the milky way.

"Oh... gods... Trowa! More!... ALLAH!" Quatre screamed the only words he knew at the moment, so he repeated them over and over again. Imploring the lanky man to send him over the edge into nirvana.

Finally releasing his weeping member from the dark confines of his trousers, Trowa threw the clothing to one of the corners of the room without caring their location, and continued his ministrations. Turning his love to face him he descended upon the milky chest in his face. Meeting a hard nub he worshiped it with his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, before moving to the right one and reciprocating the movements.

Down further he went, using his tongue to map the trail he'd traveled so many times, pausing at the bellybutton, he flicked inside a couple of times, wringing more noises from his extremely vocal partner.

Fisting his hands into the brown mane at his stomach, Quatre's nerves were on a bed of needles, every touch, every lick, every brush of fingertips trailing down his sides sent pleasure coursing up his spine, overloading his poor brain.

Quatre's beatific pleading to do something finally seeped through Trowa's hazed filled brain. The hands in his hair pushed him lower and he complied easily. He could never get enough of the delicious taste of his lover and always enjoyed feasting on the hard flesh whenever possible. At night, in the morning, before work, during his lunch hour....

Taking the tip into his mouth, Trowa began to suck lightly. Using his tongue to lap at the drops of pre-cum, he succeeded in frustrating the Arabian. In one fluid motion he brought the entire heated length into his mouth, nuzzling the blonde curls at its base.

"AHHHH!!!!" Quatre screamed in ecstasy as that glorious hot, moist cavern engulfed his cock.

The bobbing head strode into a spastic rhythm that kept him on the edge for a while. His tall partner finally granted mercy on his poor person though and evened out the rhythm of his bobbing and sucking while inserting a slick digit into his tight passage.

//When did Trowa get lube?// his brumous mind mused. He didn't care though, all he cared for was the wondrous mouth on his cock and the slick finger inside him. It didn't fill him nearly as much as he wanted it to, then another entered and he sighed in slight relief. A third entered the gripping channel, filling him quite nicely //nice, but not perfect...// he began to alternate between thrusting himself into the hot mouth and onto the marvelous fingers scissoring and stretching him.

Quatre didn't think he could take much more of the double onslaught, reluctantly, he forced Trowa's head away from his sensitive groin. Breathless, he moaned, "Trowa, I can't take any more! Take me, please!"

Needing no second inclination, Trowa promptly pulled his fingers from within his lover, coated his member with the seeming-to-appear-from-nowhere lube, and positioned himself at the entrance to heaven.

"Do it! NOW!"

In one sharp thrust, Trowa was sheathed completely inside that silken passage. Muscles rippled around him, gripping and stroking, ripping moans from his throat.

Quatre clawed at Trowa's back while he was allowed to adjust to the engorged flesh inside his rear. He didn't want adjustment time dammit! He wanted movement! "Trowa," he moaned long and sensuously, "don't do this to me, move... please!!"

"When you ask so politely, how can I refuse?" a husky voiced ladled with passion and lust breathed into his ear as Trowa began to shallowly pull out of him and thrust back in.

Soon a steady rhythm was built up and the Arabian had long been slammed up against the wall adjacent to the bed and now being pounded into mercilessly. In, out, in, out, the continuous motion until Trowa changed his angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside his love that sent him stars to dance before his eyes and screams through his body.

A slick hand closed around his arousal and Quatre couldn't focus after that, with a shout of his lover's name, he came, hard.

The inner walls massaging his cock tightened excruciatingly and Trowa couldn't stave off his own climax any longer and filled the smaller man with his creamy seed.

Exhaustion setting in, slumped against the wall, come beginning to cool and congeal, Quatre was brought back to reality from cloud #9 as that perfect length slid from his sated passage.

Trowa picked him up and carried him over to the massive bed in the master bedroom of the large mansion. Laying his precious bundle down, he quickly walked on unsteady legs of strawberry jelly, over to the adjoining bathroom and picked up a dampened cloth to bring back for clean-up.

Wiping away all visible traces of their past lovemaking, the blue-eyed man's face held a contented smile as the emerald eyes he'd fallen so hard and so deep for looked back at him, full of love. "Trowa?" his voice was slightly hoarse now, but he still got a reply.

"Hai?" came the sleepy response

"Ai shiteru."

Trowa smiled, ever since the first time they'd ever made love, Quatre made sure to tell him he loved him, and he couldn't help but return it full force, "Ai shiteru too little one. Now get some sleep, you need it." He pulled the blankets off as they walked off into Dreamland, hand in hand.

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Driving down the quiet street towards Duo's home in Heero's silver BMW Z8, Duo was practically shivering from the iciness of the voice that still resounded in his head, groping him more than the octopus-arms ever could.

The slimy oil of the man's voice caressed his inner thoughts, dredging every painful memory to the surface. All of the nights on the street, watching his only true friend from childhood die of cancer, being forced into the orphanage where the only adults he'd ever known that cared for him died in a kitchen fire.

He felt so dirty now. Letting the bear touch him. Talk to him in ways he'd never let *anyone* talk to him before.

Heero could see some of the emotions flitting across the elfin face, he could sympathize. Yes, he could very much sympathize, most thought him cold and uncaring of anyone, but that wasn't true. Treize wanted everything to be calculated and cold, Heero swore he would never be like that monster.

"Duo?"

"Nani?"

"Are you feeling okay right now?"

"Hai, I'm fine."

"You don't *look* fine."

"Well don't worry about the way I look!" Duo snapped, snuggling farther into the fortress of blanket that Heero had pulled up from his trunk, giving it to Duo so he'd feel safer. The violet eyes noted the crestfallen look pass over the normally impassive face and regretted being so harsh with him. After all, he was only trying to be concerned. "Gomen nasai Heero... I'm not used to people really caring about how I'm feeling."

This caught the Japanese man totally by surprise, by such surprise in fact, that he almost swerved into the other lane of traffic. "Honto ni? What makes you say that?"

A wry smile curled its way upon the full lips, "Oh, just life experience... Take a left, two houses off the corner is my house."

Respectively keeping silent, knowing the last thing the man probably needed was to talk some more, he took the corner and spotted the right house. Seeing the.... black? house, he pulled to the curb and stopped. Turning the engine off he assisted the other in the removal of the now, turban-like cocoon blanket and helping him to the door.

The door was opened and Duo nearly jumped at the sudden movement. God, he felt so skittish at the moment.. Allowing himself to be led by the strong hands that enclosed his gently, they led him up the porch, offering him unerring safety. Arriving at their destination that was only twenty-five feet from the curb, Duo had the strange sense to not let go of the other man's hands. But he couldn't invite him in, it was only the first date for crying out loud! Plus, he was still extremely rattled from his earlier experience.

"Um.... Duo?"

He looked into very shy, and insecure blue eyes. God, how he loved those eyes. He could so fall into them and never want to surface, with a start, he realized he was staring without answering, so he quickly spoke up so as not to look *too* foolish, "Hai?"

"Um.... well.... I was just... umm, wondering.... could I... I mean..... that is to say...." Heero somewhat trailed off.

Duo had to smile at the man's obvious nervousness. He thought he had an idea of what it was that he wanted to say, but he had to be sure, "Dammit Heero, if you want to ask me something just ask it!"

"Duodoyouthinkyouwouldmindifikissedyou?" He slurred together in a flurry of embarrassment.

Shocked at the words that had slurred into ineligibility so as he could not understand them in the least. Intelligently, he replied, "Huh?"

The urge to smirk at the lost and confused expression that adorned the cherubic face won and he said it somewhat slower, still slightly rushed, "I said, would you mind if I kissed you?"

A small blush crept onto the alabaster cheeks, well, that wasn't *quite* what he had been anticipating, but he felt capable of handling a kiss. "Umm.. Okay..."

"Are you sure Duo?" a frown creased between the brows, "I mean, if it makes you that uncomfortable then I don't mind too much..." Heero couldn't quite keep the disappointment hidden from his voice.

Smiling, Duo said easier than before, "No Heero, it's not that, it's just that I thought you were going to ask something a bit different. I would love to kiss you."

A quizzical expression appeared before quickly dissipating as lids closed over heavy violet eyes and the beautiful face leaned in closer to his. Heero quietly met the other half way, lips slid over each sweetly in a chaste kiss. A pink tongue darted out to the surprised Japanese man's lips and the American smiled at his puzzlement and pushed slightly farther.

Tentatively, Heero allowed his tongue to be stroked by the sweet invader into his mouth, it wasn't passionate, it wasn't lustful, it was a sweet, almost innocent kiss. Hesitantly retreating, both sets of eyes opened nearly simultaneously. Duo smiled. Heero turned one in kind.

"Well, I'd better get inside now..." Duo really didn't want to go inside now.

"Yeah, it is getting kinda cold out here, wouldn't want you to catch cold," Heero really didn't want Duo to leave.

The door was opened and the lithe body disappeared behind it. One amethyst eye peaked out until the very end of the door closing.

That was the best kiss Heero Yuy had ever had in his life. By far.

TBC....

Please R&R!!

I would like to apologize to everyone about how long it took me to get this damn chapter out. I truly am sorry... Between my first school finals, the end of school, and a five week trip to Utah (to visit family) I haven't really had much time to write more on this fic. And for that I truly lament. Also, something else I should mention, I had this chapter half finished before my involuntary three month hiatus, and during my trip to Utah-which I got back from about three days ago-my computer crashed!!! Yeah, my mom crashed my computer, AGAIN! Also taking away all of my poems, files, *and* fics. Since I was quite the baka and didn't save all my files to disks. I had to rewrite this *entire* chapter!! Yes, I know, chastise me all you want. But remember, this is my apology. That's another reason why I have a juicy 3x4 lemon in here =^_~= Arigato Minna-san! Sayonara!