Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Affairs ❯ Dangerous Affairs chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own the Gundam boys or any other character from the series.

Warnings: Lemon, lime, angst, rape, abuse, foul language, AU, OOC

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: (this chapter) 13x5x6, SxD

Author: Ryouga

Dangerous Affairs 19





Duo remained silent for most of the drive home. It was obvious to see that he was regretting his behavior back at the crime site. He let out a sigh and Heero, who had managed to cool off in the relatively short space of time, turned to face him.

"Alright. What's wrong?"

"I puked, Heero; and I fucking passed out!" he snarled. "What kind of detective does that?"

Heero sighed, "I thought so, but that was no reason to behave like you did back there."

"I know, I know... I just... When I saw her checking over the body like it was nothing I was so fucking angry at myself. How the fuck can I ever get to be as good as you if I go passing out and puking over things like this?"

"Who said I was good?"

"Everyone, Heero. Look, let's face it, I'm nothing but a burden on you."

Heero pulled the car to the side of the road and switched off the ignition. "What the fuck brought this on, Duo? And please don't tell me it was just the puking and passing out thing, because that's just bullshit!!"

Duo swallowed. "Well, how am I supposed to feel? I can't seem to get anything right no matter how hard I try with this damn job."

"Duo, this is your first real case, that body back there was the first one you've seen like that. It's easier reading profiles and looking at pictures of this than to have to face the real thing and it's respectably human to want to puke your guts up and pass out the first few times. I mean shit, even I did on my first few cases and they weren't as as gory as this. And there is nothing wrong with the way you work. I have been doing this for a few years more than you have and I certainly don't expect you to be anywhere near as clued up on things as I am, and to think that you should is extremely unfair. You are not me and I am not you... and anyone who thinks you're a burden will have to answer to me. And as for the cute ass and big breasts; yes she has and yes I noticed, but I am gay; purely and simply gay and the only ass I want to fuck is yours, Duo Maxwell, so stop fucking feeling sorry for yourself and get out of this dark pit before I fucking kick your ass from here to next fucking week. Got that!?"


Duo blinked and sat back in his seat. It seemed that Heero was really being honest tonight. "I'm sorry, Heero, for being such a jerk. I was just so ashamed because of what happened, I just got so angry and took it out on everyone else and I shouldn't have done that." He sighed deeply. "And if you want to tell me to fuck off, I really don't blame you."

Heero reached over and pulled his partner to him. "Idiot!"

Duo sighed as Heero leaned into him and softly placed a kiss to his lips.

"Duo, I meant everything I said at dinner tonight and I certainly don't think you're a burden at all. We're going to argue and disagree on a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you, or that I'm just going to stop loving you for it; so don't even think for one minute that I would tell you to fuck off just because of this." He kissed him again and Duo smiled a little.

"That's better. Now I think we should take you home so that you can rest." Heero smiled back as he released his hold on Duo.

"Yeah, I think I need to get some decent sleep tonight. But just promise me you'll let me know exactly what forensics say, even down to the tiniest detail, okay?"

Heero started the engine again. "I promise, as long as you promise me that you won't be so hard on yourself if you have to run to the bathroom or pass out again."

"Hai, Yakusoku." [N1]

"Good," Heero stated as they headed off again. "You're getting better with the Japanese by the way, Duo."

Duo's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah, really," he agreed.

Duo grinned. He was certainly feeling a lot better after Heero's 'pep' talk and the fact that he had taken the time to tell Duo that his Japanese was getting better made him feel good too. He placed his hands behind his head, grateful that he had such an understanding partner.

~*~

Wu Fei found himself enjoying the taste of Zechs' thick shaft, but he was finding it a little harder to control his rhythm as Treize continued the assault on his own cock. He could feel the rising sensation surging through his loins of his impending orgasm, his cock twitched as Zechs moaned loudly and he fought to maintain his thoughts.

Treize was in heaven as Zechs moaned, his cock feeling the effects of the vibrations as he watched the two of them, Wu Fei sucking on Zechs' hard, thick shaft and Zechs sucking on his turned him on so much that his cock began to ache harder. Treize could see that Wu Fei was fighting to keep control as he sucked and licked him and he ached for release as Zechs' cock slid in and out of the Chinese man's mouth.

Wu Fei began to tremble, his control escaping him as Treize's mouth slid up the shaft and his tongue dipped into the small slit in the tip of his cock, then flicked its way around the ridge of the head and back into the tiny hole before engulfing him once again. He moaned around Zechs' cock, causing his senior to have the same reaction and as he felt Treize's mouth pull upwards, his cock jerked, his loins burned and he stiffened, his mouth letting go of the prize he had been savoring. "Ahhhh, fuck... I... I'm..." his sentence remained incomplete, his face contorted and all he could do was stifle a scream as his hands grasped the sheets, his hips thrust upwards and his orgasm swept over him, Treize swallowing and sucking up every last drop of his essence before quickly releasing Wu Fei's deflating member and turning his attention to Zechs.

Wu Fei panted heavily, his orgasm having drained him sufficiently enough to keep him still and all he could do was watch the other two next to him. He had seen the swiftness in changing positions as the redhead's mouth had taken control of Zechs' throbbing staff and masterfully continued to bring the young man to completion.

Zechs was seconds away from coming as his cock was abruptly removed from within the confines of Wu Fei's mouth, but he didn't have much of a chance to register the sudden loss as his sensitive cock was once again engulfed in a tunnel of warmth. The young man sensed the efforts of his new found lover to bring him to orgasm and began to increase the force with which he sucked on the treat beneath him and thrust his finger repeatedly into the dark, heated cavern of Treize's anus.

Treize bucked forward as Zechs' finger surged deeper into his channel over and over again and he cried out as the platinum blonde successfully found his weak spot on the third consecutive thrust. In return, Treize sought out the heavy sac hanging beneath Zechs' thick, red and throbbing shaft, rolling Zechs' balls softly with his palm and squeezing them gently against it.

It proved to be too much for the young man and he could no longer hold himself off. Zechs threw his head back as his body raged with the fire of euphoria and as his orgasm ripped through him he thrust his finger hard and deep into the depths of Treize's cavern one final time, feeling his senior stiffen and jerk. Together their burning loins dispelled their seeds of passion, both receiving their reward simultaneously.

Wu Fei watched in silent awe as the action unfolded before him. He was amazed at how in tune they were with each other. They seemed to blend in perfectly with no seams visible to show where one began and the other ended. No cries of passion escaped their lips as they reached utopia; their faces were covered in orgasmic bliss, yet they maintained control until the very end.

Wu Fei had to admit... he was slightly jealous.

~*~

Quatre stirred and groaned in his sleep causing the other man to roll over and check up on him. The moonlight filtered into the room through the gap in the curtains, playing across the blonde's face and Trowa found himself fighting off a smile. Quatre was a creature of pure beauty, his soft lips, his child like innocence, his cherub like face, his helpless demeanor, his angelic appearance; all were factors in Barton's feelings of confusion. He had been amused by the blonde, Trowa had insisted the young man take his bed, but Quatre had outright refused, saying he had intruded enough on Trowa's kindness.

He sighed letting his hand drop down, gently removing the hair covering the young blonde's face and softly grazing it across Quatre's right cheek. He had never let himself have these kinds of emotions before. Getting close to someone was not a habit Trowa Barton liked to indulge in. He found it hard to trust in anyone at all and his life wasn't exactly one that even a dog could be proud of, but for some reason, from the moment he made contact with those beautiful eyes before him at the post office, he had been infatuated with him. Quatre made his heart race and it made him uncomfortable and the fact that Quatre obviously felt the same way back unnerved him even more so and not because he wasn't sure of Quatre's intent, but because he was unsure of his own. So why had he chosen to bring the young man back here if it wasn't for a quick fuck? He could have easily deposited the blonde at the hospital and gone onto the night club, found himself a tight ass, fucked it in the toilets or the alley way and left it all behind a few minutes later. Instead he had thrown himself into the middle of an argument that hadn't directly concerned him, knocked a guy out cold and left him in the same position he had fallen in, then gently lifted the blonde into his arms, carried him home and tended to his wounds.

He began to wonder just where and when he'd developed this sudden noble sense of 'good Samaritan' itis. He shook the 'valiant' thought off and came to the conclusion that he was, as usual, being the selfish man that he really was. He had wanted to fuck Quatre and he wasn't willing to share with anyone. That had to be it, there was no way he could suddenly become that noble over night; and besides, it was only by pure coincidence that he had walked by the alley in the first place. Seeing someone else trying to get into this gorgeous man's pants, even if it was by force, had pissed him off no end.

That was his excuse and he was sticking to it. He sighed again retracting his arm and rolling onto his side. Sleep rarely came easily to him, but as he watched the young man sleeping he felt a serene calmness and soon he found himself relaxing. As his eyes closed, his lips formed that elusive smile he'd forced back earlier and he drifted into a sound slumber.

~*~

Heero dropped Duo at home. He felt for now, since Duo seemed to have developed a slight inferiority complex, it was best if the young man stayed home and got some rest. Duo had continued to apologize profusely when they had returned home and Heero had literally thrown him onto the bed, and for fifteen minutes straight, fucked him senseless, reminding his lover yet again, that he had nothing to fear when it came to their relationship.

Leaving for the forensics lab without his partner, Heero had felt a little guilty. He knew Duo had been right about people comparing their skills and to tell the truth Heero really hated that. Duo was his junior and still learning. It wasn't fair that others should judge him in comparison to the talent that had taken the senior detective many years to develop.

Sighing, Heero continued his drive to the forensic lab. There would be time enough to worry about all this later.

~*~

Quatre stirred, his eyes fluttered open and he blinked. His vision seemed to have cleared a little more and he could see a lot better than he could before. It was dark, but the light of the moon lit enough of the room for him to see his savior's sleeping form. Usually Quatre wasn't one to be spooked much, but the fact that he was in unknown surroundings and in a different bed, kind of unnerved him, not to mention the fact that he was still disturbed by the events which had occurred earlier in the evening. He sat upright and rubbed his eyes. Yes... he could definitely see more clearly. Slowly he raised a hand and gently touched that of the other young man and Trowa stirred too. Trowa glanced across at the young man and blinked.

"Don't you believe in sleeping?"

"I... I... Um..."

Grabbing the blonde's hand in his, Trowa sighed and moved across to the other side of his large bed dragging Quatre with him.

Quatre found himself blushing as Trowa pulled him in next to him, covering him over and tucking him under the blankets next to him, "Are... are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"But... why?"

Trowa couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips, "Because I can see this is going to be the only way either of us will get any sleep tonight."

"Oh..."

"Now sleep, you have nothing to fear, Quatre I'm right here and I'll watch over you."

"Thank you, Trowa. I do feel a lot safer being here with you."

Trowa felt his heart thump in his chest as he felt the blonde shift closer to him. They were so close now that their bodies were touching, the blonde's breath was warm on his neck and Trowa remembered how good it felt to be this close to another. It wasn't the fact that he didn't enjoy being this close to someone that made him nervous, it was the fact that he was starting to feel a little too comfortable with the blonde. He cursed himself silently he didn't want this, not now, but...

Slowly he felt himself relax and he turned onto his side facing Quatre, his arm rising and draping itself, almost of it's own accord, over the other young man and instinctively he stiffened as Quatre shifted with him and pressed himself closer into the contour of his body.

Quatre looked up at Trowa's face and smiled. "Your heart, Trowa... it's beating so fast."

Trowa was sure he could feel his face burning red. He had to control himself, resist the urge to touch this blonde haired god. Resist the urge to...

"Trowa..." Quatre began, touching Trowa's arm with his hand and squeezing softly, "If I said I really wanted it just as much as you, would it be easier for you to make love to me?"

There was silence for a few moments and then Trowa spoke softly. "I said it earlier, Quatre and I will say it again. I will not take advantage of you."

"You wouldn't be, Trowa... because I want you to!" Quatre replied honestly.

"I can't, Quatre, not yet."

"But why not? I mean, I understand your reasons, but if I am so willing to give myself to you, then you wouldn't be taking advantage of me now would you?"

Trowa felt a smile forming on his face. "Quatre, you are the sweetest little thing I have ever come across and if I am going to enjoy you I want to enjoy you whole. I want to look into your eyes and know you can see mine. I want you to be aware of everything we do. I want you to be able to watch me while I pleasure you because, I want to make love to you, Quatre not just fuck you, as was my original plan. If I did take you now it would just be a fuck and nothing more and I don't want it to be like that."

Quatre gently swept his hand over Trowa's cheek. "That's why," he finally realized, "You've never made love before, have you?"

Trowa let out a long sigh, "No, I haven't. I've only ever had the fleeting pleasurable moment of a quick fuck in an alley or toilet; nothing more than a 'pull your pants down, shove it in and fuck like hell until it's over' moment and that's being honest with you, Quatre."

"Let me teach you, Trowa."

"What?"

"I'll teach you how to make love."

"You're not serious, are you?" Trowa asked a little taken aback.

"Too damn right I am!" the blonde stated.

There was a few awkward moments of silence before Trowa replied. "Alright, Quatre. I'll let you teach me, just as long as you promise to wait until you're functioning normally again. I don't want you doing this for me just because I helped you."

This time it was Quatre who let out a chuckle as he pushed his bulging groin towards the other young man's. "I'm not doing all of this just for you, you know."

"I get the point, Quatre." Trowa found himself somewhat amused by the forward display of eagerness from his 'patient'. "So, now, can we please get some sleep?"

"I think I can settle now. Night, Trowa; and thank you!"

"You're welcome, Quatre." Trowa whispered as the blonde snuggled even closer.


Tbc....


[N1] Yakusoku simply means promise