Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dance With Me? ❯ Chapter 3

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

Disclaimer: I don't own the G boys. They belong to their respective copyright companies. I just like to play with them and return them relatively undamaged... honest... :)

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Sap, Yaoi, Lemon, some angst, AU, PWP, TWT, nuthin else I can think of at the moment.

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4

Archive: www.dragonball-diaries.150m.com Anyone else please ask. :)

Author: ShenLong

// Denotes thoughts.


" Dance with Me ? "

Aug. 2002 ShenLong.


Chapter 3

Trowa took Quatre's hand as he led him through the carpark and stopped by his car. Placing a gentle kiss on Quatre's lips he unlocked the door and allowed his passenger to climb in. Then he moved to the drivers side and slid behind the wheel. Starting the vehicle he edged out of the parking area and onto the road.

"So how long have you been a security guard?"

"A couple of years now. That's how Heero and I met."

"So you two been flatmates for long?'

"About eighteen months or so."

Quatre stared out the window at the dark streets and flashing signs as the car wound its way through the maze of traffic and onwards towards the city outskirts.

"How do you know Duo?"

"I used to work at a club on the other side of town. He joined the staff as a waiter as well. We just sort of hit it off. No .. no... nothing like that, just good friends." he added hastily as he saw Trowa's eyebrow raise.

"We used to hang out together, go dancing and to the movies on our nights off. That's when I noticed what a good dancer he was. I suggested that with his body and natural sense of rhythm and grace that maybe he should give stripping a go."

"What did he say to that?"

"He thought about it for a while and then developed a routine. A club we used to go to held amateur strip contests from time to time so he entered one."

"How did he go?"

Quatre chuckled. "He drove them wild. Needless to say he won. The club was so impressed they asked him to join the staff but he refused."

"Oh?"

"Yeah he wanted to work a bit more on some routines he said. I left the club to work at this one when they opened up. The pay is better even if I have to walk around half naked and suffer the odd pinch to my rear."

Trowa smiled. "I never did pinch that rear did I?"

"You can pinch it all you like when we get to your place."

"I just might do that."

Quatre moaned softly. "The club had already got some strippers working there so I asked if Duo could audition. The rest as they say, is history."

Trowa eased the car into the parking bay and cut the engine. "We're here." he announced softly.

Quatre opened the door and got out. Walking to the rear of the vehicle he took Trowa's offered hand and allowed himself to be led to the front doors of the building. Once inside Trowa hit the elevator button while pulling the blonde closer to him. The doors swished open and they entered.

Trowa pushed the button for the eighth floor and with a jolt the elevator began it's ascent. Trowa pulled the blonde into an embrace and proceeded to kiss him passionately. So engrossed in the kiss they didn't realise the elevator had stopped at the fourth floor and the doors had opened.

"Oh my." came the gasp of surprise as the woman standing there was treated to the sight of two males locked at the lip in what was more than a friendly kiss.

Trowa cracked open an eye and with a smirk hit the close doors button leaving the woman standing there doing the perfect imitation of a goldfish. Quatre never moved, refusing to give up the lips that had him so captivated.

The doors opened again this time on the eighth floor and Trowa reluctantly broke the kiss. He led his soon to be lover down the hall and stopped out the front of his and Heero's apartment.

Quatre began to run his hands up and down Trowa's sides as the tall Latin tried to unlock the door. "If you don't stop that I wont be able to get us inside." he hissed.

Quatre giggled and removed his hands. Finally Trowa managed to get the door open. Hastily he dragged Quatre in and slamming the door with his foot he proceeded to ravish the blonde's mouth. Coming up for air he rested his forehead against the smaller mans and placed his hands on either side of his face staring deep into aqua.

"I want you." he stated simply.

"I want you too." replied Quatre in a breathy voice.

Trowa leaned forward again and took those perfect lips in a kiss of desire. He traced along the bottom lip asking permission to enter and moaned as the lips parted to allow his intrusion. His tongue swept forwards diving deeply into the warmth, exploring and teasing as he went. Quatre tasted sweet and Trowa knew he had to have more.

Panting they pulled apart. "So where are these handcuffs?" asked the blonde seductively.

Trowa nodded in the direction of the coat stand where a pair of shiny handcuffs hung.

"Mmmmm.... And where is the bedroom?"

"Through this way." came the husky reply. Trowa snagged the cuffs and led Quatre to his bedroom.

Quatre's hands were still roaming over his body and he shivered with the touch. Tossing the cuffs to the bedside table he again assaulted those swollen lips and pushed his body hard against the other.

Quatre moaned and melted into the kiss, feeling Trowa push against him he thrust himself forward. Hardness dug into his belly and he smirked to himself as he realised just how turned on Trowa was. He ground his own erection into Trowa's thigh to let the man know he was also ready for action.

Continuing his labour of love in kissing Quatre's mouth and neck Trowa brought his hands up to Quatre's shirt and began to undo the buttons. Quatre moaned against him exciting him even further. His fingers fumbled as his brain went on holiday. "Dammit!" he said.

Quatre laughed. "Having problems?"

"Fuck yes. These damm buttons." he said in frustration.

Quatre melted even closer. "Ohh god I love it when you talk dirty."

Somewhere in what was left of Trowa's brain the words Quatre had spoken registered. //I wonder// thought Trowa and decided to test the theory out. "I want to fuck you Quatre, fuck you long and hard." he said huskily.

Quatre groaned. "Oh yes... please I want it. Anything you want... its yours."

Deciding to push a little further Trowa ordered. "Strip for me."

Feeling more turned on by the dominance in Trowa's voice Quatre moved back and lowered his eyes. "Yes master." he murmured playing into the role as he began to undo the buttons of the shirt.

Trowa watched entranced. He should have known when Quatre asked him about the handcuffs back at the club. Some guys just like to be dominated and Quatre was a natural submissive if he ever saw one. He decided to indulge them both in a little fantasy play.

The shirt slid to the floor and Quatre proceeded to undo his pants. They soon followed the shirt and Quatre stood only in the small black briefs he had been wearing earlier.

"I said strip and that means all of it."

Blushing slightly Quatre hooked his fingers under the elastic and slid the briefs from his body in one fluid movement. He tossed them to the side and stood naked and aroused before his 'master'.

Trowa licked his lips as his eyes caressed the lithe form before him. The hairless chest, smooth tapering thighs and that erection.... Oh god the erection. For a man that wasn't all that tall he was certainly well endowed. "On the bed." he ordered finding his voice at last.

The sight of Quatre crawling onto the bed nearly made Trowa come there and then. "How would you like me?" came the sultry question.

"On your back."

Quatre complied and arranged himself on his back with his legs spread slightly apart. Trowa moaned at the vision and reached down between his own legs to give his throbbing arousal a squeeze. Reaching for the handcuffs he snapped the bracelets around Quatres wrists. Aqua eyes filled with lust stared back at him.

Trowa stood and removed his turtleneck, then with teasing slowness he slid the zipper down to reveal his own aching need. After removing his pants like a large cat he stalked back to the bed where Quatre writhed in anticipation. Swiftly he straddled the others hips and leaning forward to take a kiss he pushed his cock to meet Quatres'.

Quatre cried out as their erections met but was soon silenced by Trowa's mouth claiming his own in a desperate kiss. He bucked his hips in an attempt to gain some friction.

Trowa left Quatre's lips and began to nip, lick and suck his way down that creamy neck enjoying the taste and texture of the blonde's skin not to mention the soft sounds that he was eliciting from that beautiful throat.

Quatre's skin was on fire as Trowa's mouth skilfully worked it's way down his neck and across his collar bone. With his hands cuffed together he couldn't reach out to caress his lover and that only heightened his pleasure.

Finding a soft pink nipple on the creamy chest Trowa flicked his tongue across the nub causing the blonde to jump and cry out. His fingers worked its twin with gentle pinches as he suckled like a babe, delighting in the movements he caused. Nipping lightly he brought the tender flesh to a hardened point before pulling back to blow cool air over the pebbled skin.

Enjoying the ministrations Quatre continued to push his hips upwards in an attempt to gain some friction for the maddening ache between his legs. Trowa chuckled to himself at the blonde's obvious want.

He lifted his head for a moment to gaze into desire filled Aquamarine. "Keep still." he ordered.

"I can't.... I need you so much..."

"If you can't keep still then I will have to punish you."

Quatre's breath hitched as he pushed his hips upwards yet again.

"Naughty... naughty." admonished Trowa and then he pulled away from the blonde leaving him bereft on the bed.

Quatre cried out at the loss of contact. "Please.... Don't leave me like this. I'm sorry, I need you so much."

Trowa smirked and moved to the set of drawers against the wall. Pulling one open he searched through until he found what he wanted. Items in hand he made his way back to the bed and his waiting slave.

Quatre watched the proceedings trying to see what Trowa was up to but failing. Trowa sat back on the bed and pulled out a couple of silk scarves. Tying one around the chain between the cuffs he raised Quatres arms and secured him to the bed head. Returning he swiftly tied another scarf around each of his ankles and pulling his legs apart tied them to the bed posts.

Quatre felt wanton and vulnerable, tied spread eagled on the bed. It turned him on even more. Trowa stared down at the vision on his bed. The smaller man helpless, restrained and open just begging for his touch. He moaned and reached for his own cock and gave it a few pumps to try to relieve some of the ache there.

Quatre watched as Trowa touched himself and felt his own cock twitch in response. God this man was driving him wild. He pulled against his bonds testing the limits then sank back in submission. "Please...." he begged.

Taking pity on his slave Trowa knelt beside him and ran his fingers along the man's flank caressing gently. "Mmmm you look delicious. A banquet of skin just waiting for my mouth to feast upon." Trowa ran the pads of his fingers across the hip and along the juncture of thigh, tracing the line of skin downwards smiling as he watched Quatre's cock jump.

The smaller man was trying to move and get Trowa to touch him where he most wanted it but it wasn't working. Trowa was intent on teasing him, sending pure pleasure along his nerves and turning his blood to liquid fire.

Running his fingers in small circles along the silky smoothness of the inner thigh Trowa again thanked the one who had brought him this wondrous package. He wanted to explore every part of the exquisite body laid out before him. He noticed Quatre's cock leaking fluid and dragged his finger lightly through the liquid and brought it to his mouth.

Quatre watched as Trowa's tongue darted out for a taste.

"Mmmmm. You taste divine. The first bit is always the sweetest I think." Trowa teased.

Quatre moaned loudly. "Ohh god Trowa, touch me... please..... I can't... I can't take much more."

With a swiftness and grace Trowa reached forward and took Quatre's hardened shaft into his mouth causing the other to scream out with the pleasure. He ran his tongue around the flared head and dipped into the tiny slit to lap up the drops of essence before licking his way back down the underside. He flicked his tongue across the silky sac before working his way back up the length, nibbling and sucking as he went then plunged the entire shaft once more in his mouth.

Quatre bucked and writhed in response. Straining against his bonds as he tried to get deeper into the warmth and moistness that was Trowas mouth. He mewled and cried out as his body was overloaded with the sensations.

Trowa settled into a steady rhythm, drawing the shaft into his mouth and sucking lightly, bobbing his head and adjusting the pressure of his suction to drive the blonde mad. Quatre cracked open an eye and then wished he hadn't as he saw Trowa's head firmly in his lap as he suckled and feasted on his cock. The vision was the final straw as Quatre felt his body flush and warmth spread through his groin. "Trowa... oh Trowa..... Im... gonna.... cum..." he managed to breathe out.

Trowa wrapped his lips firmly around his treat and drew it in deeper, swallowing Quatre's entire length. He cupped the sac and rolled Quatre's balls gently in his palm as he felt the man begin to tense and then tremble as his orgasm hit him. Ready for the flood of semen Trowa relaxed his throat and swallowed every drop of Quatres essence enjoying the taste as if it were vintage wine. Feeling Quatre slump he gently released the now softening shaft from his mouth and moved back up the bed to kiss his slave thoroughly.

Plunging his tongue into Quatre's mouth he allowed the other to taste himself. Quatre returned the kiss allowing his own tongue to roam in Trowa's mouth and drink in the very soul of the man that had set his body on fire.

Reaching under the pillow Trowa extracted a tube and flipped the cap. Leaving that sweet mouth he propped himself up and allowed Quatre to watch as he coated his fingers. Making sure the others eyes never left him he murmured softly. "I'm going to prepare you my beauty. I want to sink myself into the warm heat of your body. I'm going to fuck you... fuck you long hard and deep."

Quatre's eyes glazed as he watched Trowa spread the gel over his fingers. His hips moved of their own violation betraying his need. "Please... take me." he whimpered.

Snaking his hand down between those spread legs Trowa eased his fingers between the cheeks to find the hidden entrance. He ran a finger teasingly around the tight ring before pushing gently inwards. Relaxing against the invading digit Quatre concentrated on enjoying the sensation. He hadn't experienced sex for some time and Trowa was an excellent and skilled lover. Quatre intended to enjoy it to the full.

Inserting another finger Trowa began to stretch and loosen the tight passage to take him, all the time keeping a close eye on the blonde's face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Curling his fingers slightly he stroked the velvet walls as he searched for that special cluster of nerves that would send Quatre into oblivion.

Finding it he began to massage and stroke the small bump watching with amusement as Quatre ground down against him in an attempt to pull those fingers deeper. Feeling the re awakened hardness pushing at his thigh Trowa moaned not knowing how much longer he could restrain himself.

Stars exploded behind his eyelids as Trowa continued to drive him insane with pleasure. Quatre pushed back down as hard as he could wanting more friction inside. "Please Trowa... take me." he panted.

Removing his fingers and eliciting a cry of wantonness from the one beneath him Trowa reached for the tube again and coated his own throbbing cock. Positioning himself above the blonde beauty he guided the tip of his penis to that quivering entrance and paused. "Do you want me?" he teased.

Quatre bucked in frustration. "I need you. Now. Please take me."

Pushing gently Trowa teased the tight ring until it parted and allowed his intrusion. Gently he eased forward watching for any signs of pain. None came. Seating himself to the hilt he paused to allow Quatre to adjust and himself to enjoy the heat and tightness that surrounded him. The man was a work of art, softness and steel in all the right places and Trowa couldn't get enough. He began to move his hips in small circles, just allowing himself the pleasure of the warmth of that silken passage.

Quatre pushed up indicating he was ready and so Trowa began to move, sliding out to plunge back in with long steady strokes. Beneath him the bound man pulled vainly at his bonds as he sought more contact with his lover. Speeding up a bit Trowa was delighted with the soft keening sounds that were coming from that gorgeous throat. He angled his hips slightly and was rewarded with a cry of pure need from his slave.

Feeling his control beginning to slip Trowa took hold of Quatre's hips and began to pound into the smaller man. The bed rocked and shuddered as the dance continued both partners lost in the ocean of lust , need and desire. They only had one goal now and that was to find completion.

Sweat glistened and ran in rivulets over heated skin, lungs contracted and expanded trying to fuel the muscles with oxygen as the heart pumped furiously to keep up with the demand for energy. Brain driven to overload with the shocks of sheer pleasure as every nerve became hypersensitive to touch, taste, smell, sound and sight.

Reaching between their pulsing bodies Trowa located Quatres dripping cock and wrapped his fist around the long shaft. he began to pump the organ in time with his own thrusts. The warmth and tightness of that passage stroking and caressing him with each thrust and Trowa knew the end was near. He placed his head beside Quatres ear and whispered. "Im going to mark you my little one... I'm going to fill you with my seed and make you mine..."

Quatre couldn't take anymore, with a keening wail he surrendered to the climax feeling himself tip over the edge and race into euphoria. Feeling Quatre's release as it coated his hand it was only a matter of time before the spasming of that channel caught him and held him prisoner within. Trowa felt his own end reach him and plunged once more deep into that body as the walls grabbed his cock and proceeded to milk him of every drop.

With the last of the shocks still rippling through his body Trowa collapsed onto his lover and lay trembling for a moment. Catching his breath as best he could he rolled to the side and withdrew from paradise. Panting as control was slowly regained he stared at the blonde. Quatre's eyes were shut and his skin flushed but a satisfied smile played upon his face. Trowa reached forward and took a gentle kiss.

Quatre's eyes fluttered open and stared back into emerald. Trowa's hair was wet with sweat and clung to his forehead. He smiled. "That was what I call mind blowing sex." he said as he nuzzled Trowa's neck.

"I have never felt this good before." responded Trowa. "Thank you."

"I'd like to do this again." said Quatre shyly.

"Yeah ... me too" came the sleepy reply. "But I think I need a little time to recover first."

Quatre laughed. "I do think sleep is in order. " He tugged lightly against his bonds. "Ummm Trowa... do you think you can untie me now please?"

Trowa chuckled. "I might just want to keep you like this all the time, then I can take you whenever I want."

"Umm not that I would mind in the least but it is a bit uncomfortable to sleep like this."

Trowa reached down and untied the blonde's ankles then released his hands from the head board. Standing he went to exit but Quatre's voice stopped him. "Where are you going?"

Trowa turned, "I'm just fetching the keys so I can release you from the cuffs."

"Ohh okay.." and Quatre sank back onto the bed. He watched Trowa's nude form as he left the room. A few moments later he returned and reached for the cuffs. Sliding the key into the lock he turned it.

Nothing happened.

Trowa tried again. Still nothing. "Damm!"

"Whats wrong Trowa."

"The cuff's, they don't want to unlock."

"You're joking...."

Trowa put the key in again and turned it, still nothing.

Quatre paled a little. "You are going to be able to get these off me aren't you?"

Trowa studied the cuffs again. "Shit! I never even thought."

"Thought what?"

"These aren't my cuffs."

"Not yours?"

"No, they're Heeros'."

"Oh."

Trowa suddenly burst out laughing and Quatre stared at him wondering if indeed the tall man had lost it. "Heero has the keys."

Quatre sighed with relief. "Then all we have to do is give him a call and get the keys from him... right?"

"Yeah. Do you know Duo's phone number?"

Quatre passed on the number and Trowa placed a call. A couple of minutes later he returned to the bed where a still cuffed Quatre awaited him. "Has he got the keys?"

"Yes. He will bring them over shortly."

"How long?"

"A couple of hours."

"A couple of hours! Dammit Why so long?"

"Lets just say he is currently occupied."

"So what the hell are we supposed to do in the meantime?"

Trowas eyes took on a predatory glint.

Quatre swallowed nervously.

"I'm sure I can fine lots to keep us occupied until Heero shows up." and with that Trowa pulled the blonde to him and began to torture his skin anew with all the means available to him.

"Ohh gods..... I hope Heero takes his time..." mumbled Quatre as he gave into the pleasure once more.

~ Owari ~