Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Comforts ❯ Barbed Wire ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Kracken

Comforts


3x4

Barbed Wire

It was good to keep waking with someone warm in my arms. It was something that I could get used to, but I knew better than to wish for it now. Waking my new lover was almost painful, but I knew that we couldn't stay any longer.

Quatre's grip around my waist was tight and sure. He said, sounding as if he had been awake already, "I never want to forget this moment. When things are bleakest, I will remember the sound of your heartbeat and know what I'm fighting for."

I grimaced. Not for me, I thought, but kept it to myself. A war couldn't be won for a gypsy mercenary who really didn't care if the war ended or not. Still, I had to say something. We had talked about regrets and I didn't want him to think that any of them were mine. "I don't want to lose you," I said, and couldn't go on. Promises were lies and I wouldn't lie to him.

I had said the right thing, though. A kiss found my lips and he squeezed with surprising strength. I was let go, then, and he and I found our way out of the ruble into the watery light of a smokey dawn.
He stretched, even while we both kept low, and looked like a cat when he yawned. I couldn't help chuckling as I finger combed my hair and tried to gage where the fighting was.

A hand tangled in mine, suddenly, and I looked into blue eyes that held some embarrassment. Quatre struggled and then said, "I knew that I wasn't like... everyone else.... but I never considered... being with anyone before last night."

It was an admission of his virginity and maybe a hunt for some reassurance, I thought. Even in our day, people could still talk of perversion and get ugly about two men loving each other. It wasn't a small thing, to take that leap from being on the fence about his sexuality.

I smiled and gripped his hand hard. I gave him a small bow that made him laugh and said, "I am honored." When he fell to a grin again, I pulled him close and said in his ear, "I hope that I will be your second as well."

He blushed deep red and looked down. I released his hand and tried to ease the moment. "If we keep towards that ridge, we should skirt the perimeter of the fighting. If it breaks our way, though..." I halted any speculation. We both knew our danger.

Quatre nodded his understanding and we began to walk. It was long, hard, and miserable. Hunger grew into a beast within us both before we managed to slip through enemy lines and reach our pickup point; a deserted house with only half a roof. Supplies and a com unit were hidden under floorboards and it was a blessedly short time before Heero appeared in a jump ship.

Damn dangerous things, they were a collection of steel bars made into a pilot cage, with huge thrusters and stabilizers. They could pull more gs than any vehicle built and go vertical into space in forty heartbeats, though a pilot might not be alive before free fall. The ships didn't have enough space for an artificial gravity module. It was excellent for getting in and out of hot zones, though. I hated them.

We squeezed into the cage and Heero tripped the shields at the same time that he hit thrusters. Explosions detonated all around us as our enemy tried to stop our take off. We were up and going vertical before they could zero our position, though, and I doubt that there was any pilot better than Heero in avoiding anything aimed at us airborne. While we were plastered back in the cage, he was defying gravity and operating the machine. The man's strength was frightening and that state of mind that let him operate under any condition, made me question his humanity.

When the machine rolled, I nearly threw up. It's true that I'm an acrobat of the highest caliber, but I had never had to perform under enough gs to squash bugs. Heero slipped into a flight pattern that was suicide, dodging in and out of cloud banks without a single instrument on board to tell us our position. Jump ships were stripped for a purpose, one to make them light, and two to keep them from being picked up on detection equipment.

"Six o' clock!" Quatre suddenly yelled and I was amazed to see him wide eyed and checking for enemy at every angle. I just wanted to curl up around a support and close my eyes, but he was actively engaged in helping Heero.

The ship banked in response to Quatre's warning and missel fire strafed the clouds close by us. As Heero dived to take us between mountains, I felt as if my skin had left my bones. I know I blacked out briefly and then came to with a pounding headache and Quatre gripping my shoulder anxiously.

"Okay," I slurred and blinked as Heero suddenly dropped straight down into what seemed like certain death into treetops. He slipped easily between tree trunks, though, angling the ship sideways at the last moment onto a pad of dirt under the shadow of a cliff face.

We waited anxiously as Heero shut the engines down, but nothing pursued us. He allowed himself a grim smile and then he was punching a button that folded back the shielding and hopping out as if he had just gone for walk in the park. I was slower, every muscle protesting and my mind still convinced that we were still weaving in and out of mountains. Quatre was right beside me, a hand on my elbow, as we made our way to a primitive hanger for our Gundams.

"Hey, buddy!" Duo yelled as he hopped down from a low platform by the foot of his Deathscythe. He wiped grease from his hands onto a rag as he approached Heero. "Did you give 'em hell?"

Heero shrugged, as if Duo annoyed him, and said, "Of course, " but the satisfied smile hadn't left his lips. Duo, in that priest uniform that still puzzled me, grinned at him and then looked past him to us.

"You guys all right?" he called.

"Now we are," Quatre replied wearily.

"Nothing a bed and a meal won't cure," I replied.

"We're supposed to be a team, remember?" Duo admonished us. "Quatre takes off and crashes and you go after him without any backup. We can't afford to lose anybody to the dumbass disease."

"He saved my life!" Quatre suddenly snapped, and then, when Duo's eyes went wide, he shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "I'm sorry... I'm tired... later."

Duo blinked and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I understand," he said."Let's debrief later. Come on, Heero. " He turned to Heero, where the man was stripping his flight suit."You can debrief me now."

Duo snickered, but Heero looked irritated. He was wearing shorts and a tshirt that clung with sweat to his muscled body. He pulled it away from his skin in disgust and Duo wrinkled his nose.

"Hit the showers and then debrief me?" Duo suggested. Heero nodded and headed in that direction.

Trowa grimaced. He couldn't imagine those two together. It didn't make any sense, but then neither did Chang WuFei's fascination with Trieze. He supposed, looking at himself and Quatre, that their new relationship probably seemed just as odd.

"Are they going to..." Quatre's voice trailed off and I looked at him. He was pink to his ears, eyes wide. Having sex tends to give you new eyes and new ears for picking up innuendos.

"I hope not," I groaned. "It's not something I want to think about." I worked a sore arm and then gave him a tender look. "Do you want them to know about us?"

Our relationship might be an embarrassment to him in other company. I saw him look concerned, but he wasn't realizing consequences, he was thinking about me. "If that's what you want?"

I chuckled. "No, it's of no concern to me."

He looked relieved and then hooked an arm around me. "Good, because I think you need help to your bunk."

It wasn't a long walk, but something began heating up halfway there and it didn't respect a bodies weariness or pain. It wanted and it felt safe enough, at last, to take it. My hand slid down from Qautre's waist to a hard hip that flexed as he walked. He glanced at me and a small smile played on his lips. Permission? I hoped that it was.

My room had a lock on the door and a hard bunk with a scratchy blanket. It was more than I was used to, though, and Quatre didn't seem to mind as he turned, pressed against me, and tried to eat my lips as I maneuvered us to it and sat down.

Virgin. New to this. Don't go too fast. My mind was full of advice, but neither of us were listening. My shirt was peeled off and clever hands were tugging at my belt and zipper while I tasted Quatre's neck and nuzzled my face into his hair. We both needed a shower. We were both covered in road dust and the smell of burnt jump ship fuel. It didn't matter. It was as if they were aphrodesiacs, reminding us of our shared adventure, our share danger. We undressed, almost ripping our clothes in our haste.

My Quatre was strong and slim under his clothes. I was long, hard, and lean. We battled for supremacy, clutching, pushing, and pulling until we sorted ourselves out and Quatre was beneath me, my weight pressing him down into the thin mattress. His legs wrapped around me, muscled thighs squeezing tight and perfect feet locking behind the small of my back. He arched and stretched his arms above his head, looking at me with passion filled blue eyes that were fearless. He let me shove my erection against him, dry humping against his smooth skin and leaving a hot trail of precum. His hands came down and twisted in my hair.

I tried to think as I bit his neck and then licked with a rasping tongue down to his collar bone. I needed... yet I didn't have anything. We were both leaking hard, ready to come already as we writhed together. I reached down and coated myself with our heat, as well as Quatre. As I worked a finger into him, I hoped I was slick enough to pass a tight, untried entrance.

I wouldn't hurt him. His feet unlocked and he looked nervous, letting me stretch him and knowing what I intended. I needed him to tell me what he wanted.

"Love," I breathed as he loosened. "Tell me..."

"It's... okay..." Quatre breathed back, and his legs lifted, uncertain and hesitant, not sure how we were going to do what he expected was about to happen.

Footsteps walked the hallway outside. Quatre's eyes darted that way, but no one tried the door and they passed on, It was a warning not to make too much noise and it felt somewhat exciting, knowing that our comrades were out there, perhaps oblivious... perhaps not, to what we were doing.

I coated myself again with my precum, glad that I was that excited for Quatre's sake. When I pushed him up, curling him and bringing his entrance to me, it was all I could do not to shoot my load, right then and there, as I touched the head of my erection there.

Quatre shivered and his eyes half closed, anticipating pain. His hand on me hurt. He was clutching. "Push out," I suggested, "and relax."

He tried, taking a deep breath and then letting it out. I felt him flex against me and that's when I slowly worked inside of him. He looked ready to abort everything right then, eyes going wide, but then he bit his lip and let out another long breath. I pressed past the tightness and sheathed myself in heaven. My hips bore down, seating me fully, and Quatre closed his eyes tight, his fingers making bruises on my shoulders.

Quatre's body relaxed all at once, loosening to my assault. It was heat and passion and slapping bodies together after that. Quatre discovered the intense pleasure of what we were doing and all control left him. He became a demon of desire in my arms as we found completion in a groaning orgasm that shook us both to our cores.

We collapsed together, nuzzling and kissing and I smiled, sated, at my lover as he gave me a drowsy smile in return.

"Trowa Barton," Quatre said at last, through gritted teeth as he gave my face a sharp pat. "You are on the bottom next time, got that?"

I grinned. "Sore?"

"That hardly describes it... but..." Quatre seemed to be assessing. "That was damned good."

He chuckled and it was a sweet sound.

"OH, GOD HEERO!" A muffled voice, full of passion, suddenly came through the wall.

"Shut up idiot, they'll hear you!" Heero's voice barked back, sounding strained.

I grimaced and Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair. "I'll never understand that," I told him.

Quatre grinned and traced a finger around one of my nipples. "And they won't understand about us, either, I'm sure."

I snorted, thinking about our very different lives, and then shrugged. "They always say, war makes unlikely bedfellows." I gathered Quatre to me and decided to drown out our neighbors with some noise of our own.