Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Torment Theatre ❯ But Where’s The Porn Gone? ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Chrissy Sky 
Yes, Virginia, the internet really is for porn.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 738 | Status: Work In Progress
Yes, Virginia, the internet really is for porn.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.25.2007 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 738 | Status: Work In Progress
Gundam Wing Torment Theatre
Episode Three: But Where’s The Porn Gone?
Story: To Love Another
Story by: Iruka Yuywell
MSTed by: Chrissy Sky
Many thanks to Iruka for volunteering. Truthfully this isn’t the fic I wanted. The one I did want was brilliant: it had a bastard!Heero on Dr. Muraki proportions, bad sex/rape, and a voyeur!Quatre. (Sorry, I’m going to be whining about not getting it for a few days.)
- Satellite, the morning after -
Heero woke, forcing his mind up from the peaceful fogginess of sleep. The room was still dark—there were no windows, and no sun to shine through even if there *were* windows. He almost wanted to go back to sleep since he was so very warm and comfortable at the moment.
Then he heard it again—the sound that had woken him. A soft, plaintive moan.
Quatre.
Was he having a nightmare? His bedmate was shifting uncomfortably in sleep, making those sounds with quickening succession and clutching onto Heero’s wrist. Concerned, Heero thought to wake Quatre up when he realized just where his hand was, and how the blond’s hips were moving.
Heero felt his face grow warm. Quatre would no doubt be embarrassed when he woke up. Heero knew the decent thing to do would be to get up and leave before that happened, so that the blond could retain some dignity. But he couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate.
Not with his hand pressed *there*. Not when the sounds Quatre was making were becoming particularly interesting.
Why should it matter? Quatre’s body was just reacting naturally. Everyone had wet dreams occasionally. It wasn’t a big deal.
Yet he couldn’t move. At least, not away.
Then Quatre gasped, jerking awake, and all options went up in smoke. Heero immediately feigned sleep.
All was quiet for the first few moments as Quatre obviously studied his breathing patterns, trying to discern if he was awake or not. Then the blond carefully disentangled himself—Heero noticed his hand was a little damp—and stepped quietly out of the room. Heero assumed he was heading toward the bath.
He stayed there long after Quatre had left, wondering why he had reacted the way he had.
Quatre was very attractive. Perhaps it was just hormones? It wasn’t as though Heero had been touched an awful lot in his life. Mostly he just had his mind on other things. Now certainly was no different, except that he wasn’t fifteen anymore and no longer torn between his missions and what he felt in his heart was right.
And a few moments ago he’d felt the right thing to do had been to assist Quatre with his little problem.
This was going to take a lot of thinking over, Heero knew.
-
The bath was the only place still warm—in fact, it was more like an indoor hot spring than a bathroom. Toilets were located in an adjoining compartment, while the main area contained three pools of water. The area around them was surrounded by trees and beyond that was the illusion of a cheerful glade ripe with spring.
Quatre forwent the pools, stepping into one of the showers, scrubbing himself vigorously. It was the first time in twenty four hours that he had been warm and he was tempted to stay there, only that probably wouldn’t be very smart, health-wise.
The blond hung his head against the shower wall and sighed heavily. On the bight side, at least Heero hadn’t woken up. *That* would have been even more embarrassing. Quatre laughed softly as his body relaxed under the spray.
It seemed silly. His body was just reacting to another warm body pressed so closely to his own. It was completely subconscious.
Except that dream… Quatre flushed brightly as he remembered the strangely graphic details.
Or maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
- Theatre -
Duo: [pulls Trowa into the seat next to him]
Trowa: Duo?
Duo: [grins mischievously]
[New seating from left to right: Trowa, Duo, Quatre,
Heero, Wufei, and Zechs.]
Trowa: [softly] I said that we shouldn’t interfere…
Duo: [same] We’re not! This is barely a little nudge, that’s all.
Trowa: [smiles and shakes his head]
Quatre: [glances at Heero and blushes]
Heero: [glances back curiously]
>Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Zechs: [author] Not even the clothes on my back.
Duo: Right on.
>Even the pairing and genre were given to me.
Duo: Which are…?
Trowa: Probably you and Heero again.
Duo: Oh joy, oh rapture.
Treize’s voice: Actually, it’s a little something different today.
Wufei: … This worries me.
Zechs: Ditto.
>Warning: This fic contains Yaoi and other adult stuff...
Duo: Porn?
Wufei: Oh god. [is already bracing himself]
Duo: I read this Yaoi manga called ‘Little Butterfly’ recently. It’s really cute.
Trowa: [amused] I’ll have to borrow that when we get back.
Duo: Why wait? It’s in the library.
Wufei: That kind of stuff is in the library? *Here?*
Zechs: Yeah. On the second floor to the right.
Wufei: [looks at him strangely] But why would Treize put that kind of stuff in there?
Zechs: [smirks] Well, you didn’t know Treize very well, did you?
Wufei: [looks at him even more strangely]
>Yes it is a sort of lemon and my first at that so don't laugh at me. You have been warned.
Duo: Laugh and die! Buwahaha!
>*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Duo: Okay, I’m not putting a song to that.
Trowa: Do you have to?
Duo: It’s kind of a tradition.
Wufei: Traditions are overrated.
Duo: Didn’t you come from a really traditional family?
Wufei: Yes, so you know I speak from experience.
>To Love Another...
Duo: With your hands, mouth, teeth…
Trowa: [smirks] And other pertinent body parts.
Duo: [blushes] Well, yeah.
>Quatre fell back on the bed wearing nothing but a tee shirt and his boxers.
Quatre: Oh dear.
Duo: [snickers] You’re turn now, buddy boy!
Quatre: [glares]
Duo: I wonder if it’s your really soft blue boxers…
Quatre: [kicks his ankle] Shush.
Duo: Ow!
Trowa: Why such an interest in his underwear, Duo?
Duo: [flushes] I was just trying to tease him…
>It had been a long day and all he wanted now was hours of sleep. Drifting off Quatre's exhausted brain began to take strange turns....
Duo: You have now entered the Twilight Zone.
>Quatre's eyes flew open. Soft lips danced across his. Blue eyes met matching blue. Quatre tried to back away. That's when he saw it. His exact twin leaning over him, a smirk of pure evil spread across his face.
Duo: … So, you’re having sex with yourself?
Quatre: I guess so…
Duo: … That’s hot.
Quatre: Duo!
Duo: Well, it is.
Trowa: [is trying not to laugh]
>"Who...who are you?" The twin's smirk grew. "You of course." Quatre's eyes grew wide. "But that's impossible!" "Is it really?" Quatre swallowed, not knowing how to respond.
Heero: Apparently it isn’t impossible, since it’s happening.
Trowa: Unless he’s dreaming it.
Heero: Oh. That makes sense.
Quatre: [blushes as he remembers his own dream]
Wufei: Lovely paragraphs there, by the way.
Zechs: Yeah.
>The matching Quatre leaned forward pressing another kiss on the scared boy below him. Quatre backed away farther, pressing his back against the headboard of the bed.
Duo: [sings] I love myself, I want you to love me. When I feel down, I want you above me…
>"What do you want?"
All: [laugh]
Zechs: Something a little more than kissing I think…
Duo: A whole LOT more.
>The twin licked his lips. "To love you."
Duo: [sings] I don’t want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself…
Trowa: [holds back more laughter]
>Quatre sputtered "Love me? What do you mean? I
thought you said you are me?"
Duo: “Hey, don’t knock masturbation! It’s sex with someone I love!”
Trowa: [cracks up]
Quatre: [is hiding his face]
>"A part of you, yes. A part you've wanted to deny."
Duo: His penis?
Quatre: Duo!
Wufei: [smirks] Well, someone seems to have a one-tracked mind today. Feeling frustrating over something?
Duo: [flushes] None of your business, Chang.
Wufei: Right, Maxwell.
>"Deny? Why would I..." He was cut off by a finger at his lips. "You've heard it said that you must learn to love yourself before you can truly love another correct?"
Duo: [opens his mouth]
Quatre: Don’t.
Duo: Don’t what?
Quatre: You were going to sing that song again.
Duo: Aww. But I like that song…
>Quatre nodded. "Then that's why I'm here. If you are ever to love him, you must love me." Images for green eyes and brown hair briefly flashed before Quatre's eyes.
Duo: *Pretty* green eyes.
Trowa: [smiles]
Duo: [blushes]
Wufei: [grins] That was a big slip.
Duo: Quiet, you.
>Understanding dawned on him. "Trowa...your my love for Trowa."
Heero: That’s kind of sweet.
Duo: Weird, but sweet.
Heero: You know, I always thought that you two would—
Duo: [reaches over and smacks the back of Heero’s head]
Heero: [jumps] What the hell?
Duo: Sorry. Thought I saw a spider.
Trowa and Quatre: [stare at them oddly]
>His twin grinned down at him. "Very good." Something cold and metal closed around Quatre's right wrist. Quatre tries to pull his wrist in front of him but something held it back. "Na...Nani?"
Duo: [grins madly] Apparently Quatre’s love for Trowa is a kinky little bastard.
Trowa: [laughs out loud]
>"Just something to insure you don't runaway again. It's past time you faced me man to man."
Wufei: More like man to subconscious desires.
Duo: Mmm, clone sex…
Trowa: Lucas this is not.
Duo: This is *way* better.
Trowa: [snort]
Zechs: [softly to Wufei] I’m beginning to think he’s much too interested in fucking Quatre himself.
Wufei: [softly back] Yeah. Obviously frustrated.
Duo: [glares] What are you two whispering about over there?
Wufei and Zechs: Nothing!
>Another metal ring encircled Quatre's left wrist. "Besides, isn't this what you wanted Trowa to do? Isn't this your fantasy?" Quatre, at a loss for words, simply nodded. He had long dreamed of surrendering to the green eyes object of his heart's desire. To be bond, controlled, fucked...
Quatre: [whimpers plaintively and covers his face again]
Duo: [grins] Don’t let him fool you, Heero. He’s really *not* a prude.
Quatre: [muffled] Shut up, Duo.
Trowa: [softly] Duo, you promised…
Duo: [same] Yeah, but now they’re getting cute… Heero’s been glancing at him the whole time!
Trowa: [smiles and pats his shoulder]
>Quatre's mind whirled. "You're not going to..?" His twin smirked again. "Why yes little one. I am."
Trowa: Little one?
Duo: Oh trust me—that boy ain’t little!
Quatre: DUO!
Wufei: It’s too late. Now he has to tell us how he knows that.
Quatre: [sighs] Oh, fine, whatever. [hides his face again]
Duo: You sure?
Quatre: The promise was only about showing, not telling.
Duo: Okay.
Trowa: Is this about the tattoos?
Duo: Yeah. Quatre’s is on his ass. *That’s* how I know. [glares at Wufei] NOT what you were thinking.
Wufei: [smirks] Oh, I wouldn’t dare to presume.
Duo: Right.
Trowa: That’s an interesting place for a tattoo…
Heero: Didn’t it hurt?
Quatre: [sits up] Yes. It was very uncomfortable to sit down for a while.
Heero: [winces] Then why get it there?
Quatre: Duo and I reasoned that it was the spot people would be least likely to assume.
Heero: I see… So it wasn’t just a whim?
Quatre: No, we talked about it extensively. Though most of the talking was done on the way…
Duo: [snorts]
>Quatre began to struggle against the bonds that held him to the bed. This was a dream. It had to be.
Duo: [sings] I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams…
Wufei: Green Day?
Duo: What? I like Green Day.
>Lips once again found his. Hands traveled up his shirt, toying with what lay beneath.
Duo: A bear trap.
Wufei: Ow.
>He tried to kick up, but his legs refused to obey. Quatre gasped as the hands worked their way back down his sides and played with the waistband of his boxers.
Duo: What did they play?
Trowa: Doctor.
Duo: Right on.
>He tried to say something, anything, but his brain refused to send the signal to his voice. Against his will, he felt him self harden as one of the hands dipped down and brushed against him through the thin fabric. He let out a hiss, trying to regain control of his rebellious body.
Quatre: [blushes deeply]
Heero: [is paying more attention to him than the fic]
>The other's lips left him. "Don't fight me. You know you want this. And it is only a dream right?"
Duo: Hey, remember that one part in Wishmaster 2?
Trowa: Ow.
Duo: Yeah.
Wufei: What are you on about now?
Trowa: In the movie, someone wishes that someone else would ‘fuck himself’ and the wish is granted in a very literal sense.
Wufei: Ow.
Trowa and Duo: Yeah.
>He had a point. What was the harm in a dream? Quatre tried to relax as the hand that had been caressing him moved back up and, with the other hand, quickly rid him of his shorts. "That's my boy. Let it happen."
Duo: That’s hot.
Quatre: [sighs]
Wufei: [in a sing-song voice] Frustrated…
Duo: What? It is.
>Quatre couldn't help but moan as the other's mouth slowly worked it's way down his neck. The oh so talented hands working their way back up to toy again at his chest, as the other moved down, eyeing Quatre's readiness.
Duo: I’ve never seen that called ‘readiness’ before.
Wufei: Read a lot of porn, do you?
Duo: [blushes] Apparently not if I haven’t seen that one.
>He fought to control his breathing, only guessing at what was about to happen.
Duo: Hot Quatre on Quatre action?
Zechs: That’s pretty obvious, actually.
>Stars flew before his eyes as warm heat suddenly engulfed his aching member. It moved back up, slowly. Quatre was sure he felt something hard tracing up the underside of the sudden center of his universe. His now addled brain took it's time registering it. Teeth. Yes that was it. And that wet thing swirling back down and around him...a tongue yes? Yes! Quatre hissed in pleasure.
Duo: [laughs] Okay, if one is getting a blow job, isn’t all that kind of obvious? Quatre sounds really thick, and he’s not.
Trowa: He’s… long instead?
Duo: [falls over]
Wufei: Never mind. You’re *both* frustrated.
Quatre: [cheekily] I can think of a few suggestions for your problem.
Duo: Come on, it was funny!
Quatre: [smiles and shakes his head]
>Visions flew through his head. Time lost all meaning and reason. The world shrunk down to just that room. Just that bed. Just them.
Duo: That clone must give *great* head… Okay, maybe you’re right, Wufei.
Wufei: [smirks]
Duo: [blushes] You don’t need to be so smug about it.
Wufei: I’m bored and teasing you is one of my few pleasures at the moment.
Duo: Gee, love you too, ‘fei.
>All in a brief matter of moments. As the assault continued, Quatre felt something in him tighten, longing for some kind of relief. He tried to move, do something, but found himself quite immobile.
Zechs: The handcuffs might have had a part in that.
Trowa: Nah.
>Begging. Yes that might work.
Duo: [Quatre] Can we get with the making of the babies?
Trowa: [other Quatre] Sure, love.
>"Please! Whatever you want just do it. Ohhh..." Quatre's head flew back and a silent scream tore from his throat as he was entirely engulfed and a vibrating hum seemed to surround every fiber of his being. Something finally let go and wave after wave of molten pleasure washed over his body.
Duo: Thar she blows!
Wufei: Lame.
Duo: [raspberries] Come up with something better next time.
Wufei: Ick. I don’t *want* there to be a next time…
Zechs: Calm down, boys. It’s almost over.
Duo: ‘kay, mother.
Zechs: [glares]
>***********************************************************
Duo: [Bowen] And now, without you, Draco, what do we do? Where do we turn?
Trowa: [Draco] To the stars, Bowen. To the stars…
Wufei: [scathingly] Fanboys.
>Quatre awoke in a cold sweat.
Duo: Well, we figured it was a wet dream anyway.
Quatre: [blushes]
Heero: [glances at him again]
Quatre: [notices and his eyes widen as he figures out that Heero knows]
>The bed around him was, as he expected, wet.
Duo: Damn, that must’ve been some load.
Wufei: *With sweat*, you perv.
>Quatre sighed and got up to take care of it. "Tomorrow. I tell him tomorrow."
Duo: Awww.
Quatre: [is the first out the door]
Heero: [hesitates momentarily, then runs after him]
Wufei: What was that about?
Trowa: Hopefully progression.
Duo: [grins] You think so?
Trowa: [nods] And see? We didn’t have to do anything.
Zechs: I have the feeling we’re missing something.
Wufei: [sighs] Me too. Come on.
- Satellite -
Heero caught up to Quatre easily, though the blond didn’t slow his progress. He didn’t seem to have any particular destination in mind either. Heero understood that Quatre was very embarrassed, as he knew he would be. He wanted to reassure the other boy somehow and talking about it, getting it out in the open, would hopefully do that.
“Quatre.”
The blond did not look at him, but he did stop walking. “You were awake.”
Heero nodded. “I was.”
Quatre sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry. I’ll go back to my room tonight.”
“What?” Heero blinked rapidly, wondering how he had lost control of this so early on. “Quatre, you’re overreacting.”
It was Quatre’s turn to be confused. “What?”
“Do I seem mad? It was just a wet dream. They’re perfectly normal for boys our age. Besides, you can’t go back to your room. It’s still too cold.” Heero motioned at the blanket Quatre was wrapped in for emphasis.
“Yes, but…”
Heero shook his head. “No. Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset, so you shouldn’t be either.”
Quatre sighed deeply. “I know, but… It’s just so embarrassing.”
“I know.”
Quatre glanced at him nervously. “I didn’t… say anything, did I?”
Heero blinked. “While you were dreaming? No. You looked like you were enjoying yourself though, whatever it was about.”
Quatre’s blush came back full force, and the Japanese boy was charmed by it.
He also looked relieved too, which Heero became curious about. Why would Quatre be worried about that part? Did he not want Heero to know what it had been about—or rather, *who*?
That would be too good to be true, especially in retrospect to his own thoughts on the situation, but he had to ask. Heero didn’t see any harm in the question.
“Were you dreaming about me?”
Quatre’s eyes widening answered for him. The blond wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Um… Yes. It was about you.”
Heero pondered that, a part of him feeling rather excited by the prospect. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“Oh… No, I don’t think so.” Quatre studied him cautiously. “You’re really not bothered at all by this, are you?”
The brunet shrugged. “I don’t see the need.”
“That’s definitely one of your good qualities,” Quatre noted, smiling at little in amusement.
Relieved to see Quatre beginning to cheer up, Heero grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the kitchen.
“Come on. You look like you could use something to eat.”
“Okay.”
TBC.
Sorry this took so long. I got distracted by many things. Order of the Phoenix movie, updating ETT, starting a writing challenge with 1000 themes (which has multiple fandoms, so if you’re curious, check out my site), ranting about NOT reading Book 7, writing another Conrad/Wolfram ficlet, and other random stuff. (I’m in too many fandoms. It hurts my head.)
The next update might be a while too unless I find anymore willing writers. XD Worse comes to worse, I have a few of my own left.
Episode Three: But Where’s The Porn Gone?
Story: To Love Another
Story by: Iruka Yuywell
MSTed by: Chrissy Sky
Many thanks to Iruka for volunteering. Truthfully this isn’t the fic I wanted. The one I did want was brilliant: it had a bastard!Heero on Dr. Muraki proportions, bad sex/rape, and a voyeur!Quatre. (Sorry, I’m going to be whining about not getting it for a few days.)
- Satellite, the morning after -
Heero woke, forcing his mind up from the peaceful fogginess of sleep. The room was still dark—there were no windows, and no sun to shine through even if there *were* windows. He almost wanted to go back to sleep since he was so very warm and comfortable at the moment.
Then he heard it again—the sound that had woken him. A soft, plaintive moan.
Quatre.
Was he having a nightmare? His bedmate was shifting uncomfortably in sleep, making those sounds with quickening succession and clutching onto Heero’s wrist. Concerned, Heero thought to wake Quatre up when he realized just where his hand was, and how the blond’s hips were moving.
Heero felt his face grow warm. Quatre would no doubt be embarrassed when he woke up. Heero knew the decent thing to do would be to get up and leave before that happened, so that the blond could retain some dignity. But he couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate.
Not with his hand pressed *there*. Not when the sounds Quatre was making were becoming particularly interesting.
Why should it matter? Quatre’s body was just reacting naturally. Everyone had wet dreams occasionally. It wasn’t a big deal.
Yet he couldn’t move. At least, not away.
Then Quatre gasped, jerking awake, and all options went up in smoke. Heero immediately feigned sleep.
All was quiet for the first few moments as Quatre obviously studied his breathing patterns, trying to discern if he was awake or not. Then the blond carefully disentangled himself—Heero noticed his hand was a little damp—and stepped quietly out of the room. Heero assumed he was heading toward the bath.
He stayed there long after Quatre had left, wondering why he had reacted the way he had.
Quatre was very attractive. Perhaps it was just hormones? It wasn’t as though Heero had been touched an awful lot in his life. Mostly he just had his mind on other things. Now certainly was no different, except that he wasn’t fifteen anymore and no longer torn between his missions and what he felt in his heart was right.
And a few moments ago he’d felt the right thing to do had been to assist Quatre with his little problem.
This was going to take a lot of thinking over, Heero knew.
-
The bath was the only place still warm—in fact, it was more like an indoor hot spring than a bathroom. Toilets were located in an adjoining compartment, while the main area contained three pools of water. The area around them was surrounded by trees and beyond that was the illusion of a cheerful glade ripe with spring.
Quatre forwent the pools, stepping into one of the showers, scrubbing himself vigorously. It was the first time in twenty four hours that he had been warm and he was tempted to stay there, only that probably wouldn’t be very smart, health-wise.
The blond hung his head against the shower wall and sighed heavily. On the bight side, at least Heero hadn’t woken up. *That* would have been even more embarrassing. Quatre laughed softly as his body relaxed under the spray.
It seemed silly. His body was just reacting to another warm body pressed so closely to his own. It was completely subconscious.
Except that dream… Quatre flushed brightly as he remembered the strangely graphic details.
Or maybe his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
- Theatre -
Duo: [pulls Trowa into the seat next to him]
Trowa: Duo?
Duo: [grins mischievously]
[New seating from left to right: Trowa, Duo, Quatre,
Heero, Wufei, and Zechs.]
Trowa: [softly] I said that we shouldn’t interfere…
Duo: [same] We’re not! This is barely a little nudge, that’s all.
Trowa: [smiles and shakes his head]
Quatre: [glances at Heero and blushes]
Heero: [glances back curiously]
>Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Zechs: [author] Not even the clothes on my back.
Duo: Right on.
>Even the pairing and genre were given to me.
Duo: Which are…?
Trowa: Probably you and Heero again.
Duo: Oh joy, oh rapture.
Treize’s voice: Actually, it’s a little something different today.
Wufei: … This worries me.
Zechs: Ditto.
>Warning: This fic contains Yaoi and other adult stuff...
Duo: Porn?
Wufei: Oh god. [is already bracing himself]
Duo: I read this Yaoi manga called ‘Little Butterfly’ recently. It’s really cute.
Trowa: [amused] I’ll have to borrow that when we get back.
Duo: Why wait? It’s in the library.
Wufei: That kind of stuff is in the library? *Here?*
Zechs: Yeah. On the second floor to the right.
Wufei: [looks at him strangely] But why would Treize put that kind of stuff in there?
Zechs: [smirks] Well, you didn’t know Treize very well, did you?
Wufei: [looks at him even more strangely]
>Yes it is a sort of lemon and my first at that so don't laugh at me. You have been warned.
Duo: Laugh and die! Buwahaha!
>*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Duo: Okay, I’m not putting a song to that.
Trowa: Do you have to?
Duo: It’s kind of a tradition.
Wufei: Traditions are overrated.
Duo: Didn’t you come from a really traditional family?
Wufei: Yes, so you know I speak from experience.
>To Love Another...
Duo: With your hands, mouth, teeth…
Trowa: [smirks] And other pertinent body parts.
Duo: [blushes] Well, yeah.
>Quatre fell back on the bed wearing nothing but a tee shirt and his boxers.
Quatre: Oh dear.
Duo: [snickers] You’re turn now, buddy boy!
Quatre: [glares]
Duo: I wonder if it’s your really soft blue boxers…
Quatre: [kicks his ankle] Shush.
Duo: Ow!
Trowa: Why such an interest in his underwear, Duo?
Duo: [flushes] I was just trying to tease him…
>It had been a long day and all he wanted now was hours of sleep. Drifting off Quatre's exhausted brain began to take strange turns....
Duo: You have now entered the Twilight Zone.
>Quatre's eyes flew open. Soft lips danced across his. Blue eyes met matching blue. Quatre tried to back away. That's when he saw it. His exact twin leaning over him, a smirk of pure evil spread across his face.
Duo: … So, you’re having sex with yourself?
Quatre: I guess so…
Duo: … That’s hot.
Quatre: Duo!
Duo: Well, it is.
Trowa: [is trying not to laugh]
>"Who...who are you?" The twin's smirk grew. "You of course." Quatre's eyes grew wide. "But that's impossible!" "Is it really?" Quatre swallowed, not knowing how to respond.
Heero: Apparently it isn’t impossible, since it’s happening.
Trowa: Unless he’s dreaming it.
Heero: Oh. That makes sense.
Quatre: [blushes as he remembers his own dream]
Wufei: Lovely paragraphs there, by the way.
Zechs: Yeah.
>The matching Quatre leaned forward pressing another kiss on the scared boy below him. Quatre backed away farther, pressing his back against the headboard of the bed.
Duo: [sings] I love myself, I want you to love me. When I feel down, I want you above me…
>"What do you want?"
All: [laugh]
Zechs: Something a little more than kissing I think…
Duo: A whole LOT more.
>The twin licked his lips. "To love you."
Duo: [sings] I don’t want anybody else. When I think about you I touch myself…
Trowa: [holds back more laughter]
>Quatre sputtered "Love me? What do you mean? I
thought you said you are me?"
Duo: “Hey, don’t knock masturbation! It’s sex with someone I love!”
Trowa: [cracks up]
Quatre: [is hiding his face]
>"A part of you, yes. A part you've wanted to deny."
Duo: His penis?
Quatre: Duo!
Wufei: [smirks] Well, someone seems to have a one-tracked mind today. Feeling frustrating over something?
Duo: [flushes] None of your business, Chang.
Wufei: Right, Maxwell.
>"Deny? Why would I..." He was cut off by a finger at his lips. "You've heard it said that you must learn to love yourself before you can truly love another correct?"
Duo: [opens his mouth]
Quatre: Don’t.
Duo: Don’t what?
Quatre: You were going to sing that song again.
Duo: Aww. But I like that song…
>Quatre nodded. "Then that's why I'm here. If you are ever to love him, you must love me." Images for green eyes and brown hair briefly flashed before Quatre's eyes.
Duo: *Pretty* green eyes.
Trowa: [smiles]
Duo: [blushes]
Wufei: [grins] That was a big slip.
Duo: Quiet, you.
>Understanding dawned on him. "Trowa...your my love for Trowa."
Heero: That’s kind of sweet.
Duo: Weird, but sweet.
Heero: You know, I always thought that you two would—
Duo: [reaches over and smacks the back of Heero’s head]
Heero: [jumps] What the hell?
Duo: Sorry. Thought I saw a spider.
Trowa and Quatre: [stare at them oddly]
>His twin grinned down at him. "Very good." Something cold and metal closed around Quatre's right wrist. Quatre tries to pull his wrist in front of him but something held it back. "Na...Nani?"
Duo: [grins madly] Apparently Quatre’s love for Trowa is a kinky little bastard.
Trowa: [laughs out loud]
>"Just something to insure you don't runaway again. It's past time you faced me man to man."
Wufei: More like man to subconscious desires.
Duo: Mmm, clone sex…
Trowa: Lucas this is not.
Duo: This is *way* better.
Trowa: [snort]
Zechs: [softly to Wufei] I’m beginning to think he’s much too interested in fucking Quatre himself.
Wufei: [softly back] Yeah. Obviously frustrated.
Duo: [glares] What are you two whispering about over there?
Wufei and Zechs: Nothing!
>Another metal ring encircled Quatre's left wrist. "Besides, isn't this what you wanted Trowa to do? Isn't this your fantasy?" Quatre, at a loss for words, simply nodded. He had long dreamed of surrendering to the green eyes object of his heart's desire. To be bond, controlled, fucked...
Quatre: [whimpers plaintively and covers his face again]
Duo: [grins] Don’t let him fool you, Heero. He’s really *not* a prude.
Quatre: [muffled] Shut up, Duo.
Trowa: [softly] Duo, you promised…
Duo: [same] Yeah, but now they’re getting cute… Heero’s been glancing at him the whole time!
Trowa: [smiles and pats his shoulder]
>Quatre's mind whirled. "You're not going to..?" His twin smirked again. "Why yes little one. I am."
Trowa: Little one?
Duo: Oh trust me—that boy ain’t little!
Quatre: DUO!
Wufei: It’s too late. Now he has to tell us how he knows that.
Quatre: [sighs] Oh, fine, whatever. [hides his face again]
Duo: You sure?
Quatre: The promise was only about showing, not telling.
Duo: Okay.
Trowa: Is this about the tattoos?
Duo: Yeah. Quatre’s is on his ass. *That’s* how I know. [glares at Wufei] NOT what you were thinking.
Wufei: [smirks] Oh, I wouldn’t dare to presume.
Duo: Right.
Trowa: That’s an interesting place for a tattoo…
Heero: Didn’t it hurt?
Quatre: [sits up] Yes. It was very uncomfortable to sit down for a while.
Heero: [winces] Then why get it there?
Quatre: Duo and I reasoned that it was the spot people would be least likely to assume.
Heero: I see… So it wasn’t just a whim?
Quatre: No, we talked about it extensively. Though most of the talking was done on the way…
Duo: [snorts]
>Quatre began to struggle against the bonds that held him to the bed. This was a dream. It had to be.
Duo: [sings] I walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams…
Wufei: Green Day?
Duo: What? I like Green Day.
>Lips once again found his. Hands traveled up his shirt, toying with what lay beneath.
Duo: A bear trap.
Wufei: Ow.
>He tried to kick up, but his legs refused to obey. Quatre gasped as the hands worked their way back down his sides and played with the waistband of his boxers.
Duo: What did they play?
Trowa: Doctor.
Duo: Right on.
>He tried to say something, anything, but his brain refused to send the signal to his voice. Against his will, he felt him self harden as one of the hands dipped down and brushed against him through the thin fabric. He let out a hiss, trying to regain control of his rebellious body.
Quatre: [blushes deeply]
Heero: [is paying more attention to him than the fic]
>The other's lips left him. "Don't fight me. You know you want this. And it is only a dream right?"
Duo: Hey, remember that one part in Wishmaster 2?
Trowa: Ow.
Duo: Yeah.
Wufei: What are you on about now?
Trowa: In the movie, someone wishes that someone else would ‘fuck himself’ and the wish is granted in a very literal sense.
Wufei: Ow.
Trowa and Duo: Yeah.
>He had a point. What was the harm in a dream? Quatre tried to relax as the hand that had been caressing him moved back up and, with the other hand, quickly rid him of his shorts. "That's my boy. Let it happen."
Duo: That’s hot.
Quatre: [sighs]
Wufei: [in a sing-song voice] Frustrated…
Duo: What? It is.
>Quatre couldn't help but moan as the other's mouth slowly worked it's way down his neck. The oh so talented hands working their way back up to toy again at his chest, as the other moved down, eyeing Quatre's readiness.
Duo: I’ve never seen that called ‘readiness’ before.
Wufei: Read a lot of porn, do you?
Duo: [blushes] Apparently not if I haven’t seen that one.
>He fought to control his breathing, only guessing at what was about to happen.
Duo: Hot Quatre on Quatre action?
Zechs: That’s pretty obvious, actually.
>Stars flew before his eyes as warm heat suddenly engulfed his aching member. It moved back up, slowly. Quatre was sure he felt something hard tracing up the underside of the sudden center of his universe. His now addled brain took it's time registering it. Teeth. Yes that was it. And that wet thing swirling back down and around him...a tongue yes? Yes! Quatre hissed in pleasure.
Duo: [laughs] Okay, if one is getting a blow job, isn’t all that kind of obvious? Quatre sounds really thick, and he’s not.
Trowa: He’s… long instead?
Duo: [falls over]
Wufei: Never mind. You’re *both* frustrated.
Quatre: [cheekily] I can think of a few suggestions for your problem.
Duo: Come on, it was funny!
Quatre: [smiles and shakes his head]
>Visions flew through his head. Time lost all meaning and reason. The world shrunk down to just that room. Just that bed. Just them.
Duo: That clone must give *great* head… Okay, maybe you’re right, Wufei.
Wufei: [smirks]
Duo: [blushes] You don’t need to be so smug about it.
Wufei: I’m bored and teasing you is one of my few pleasures at the moment.
Duo: Gee, love you too, ‘fei.
>All in a brief matter of moments. As the assault continued, Quatre felt something in him tighten, longing for some kind of relief. He tried to move, do something, but found himself quite immobile.
Zechs: The handcuffs might have had a part in that.
Trowa: Nah.
>Begging. Yes that might work.
Duo: [Quatre] Can we get with the making of the babies?
Trowa: [other Quatre] Sure, love.
>"Please! Whatever you want just do it. Ohhh..." Quatre's head flew back and a silent scream tore from his throat as he was entirely engulfed and a vibrating hum seemed to surround every fiber of his being. Something finally let go and wave after wave of molten pleasure washed over his body.
Duo: Thar she blows!
Wufei: Lame.
Duo: [raspberries] Come up with something better next time.
Wufei: Ick. I don’t *want* there to be a next time…
Zechs: Calm down, boys. It’s almost over.
Duo: ‘kay, mother.
Zechs: [glares]
>***********************************************************
Duo: [Bowen] And now, without you, Draco, what do we do? Where do we turn?
Trowa: [Draco] To the stars, Bowen. To the stars…
Wufei: [scathingly] Fanboys.
>Quatre awoke in a cold sweat.
Duo: Well, we figured it was a wet dream anyway.
Quatre: [blushes]
Heero: [glances at him again]
Quatre: [notices and his eyes widen as he figures out that Heero knows]
>The bed around him was, as he expected, wet.
Duo: Damn, that must’ve been some load.
Wufei: *With sweat*, you perv.
>Quatre sighed and got up to take care of it. "Tomorrow. I tell him tomorrow."
Duo: Awww.
Quatre: [is the first out the door]
Heero: [hesitates momentarily, then runs after him]
Wufei: What was that about?
Trowa: Hopefully progression.
Duo: [grins] You think so?
Trowa: [nods] And see? We didn’t have to do anything.
Zechs: I have the feeling we’re missing something.
Wufei: [sighs] Me too. Come on.
- Satellite -
Heero caught up to Quatre easily, though the blond didn’t slow his progress. He didn’t seem to have any particular destination in mind either. Heero understood that Quatre was very embarrassed, as he knew he would be. He wanted to reassure the other boy somehow and talking about it, getting it out in the open, would hopefully do that.
“Quatre.”
The blond did not look at him, but he did stop walking. “You were awake.”
Heero nodded. “I was.”
Quatre sighed and leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry. I’ll go back to my room tonight.”
“What?” Heero blinked rapidly, wondering how he had lost control of this so early on. “Quatre, you’re overreacting.”
It was Quatre’s turn to be confused. “What?”
“Do I seem mad? It was just a wet dream. They’re perfectly normal for boys our age. Besides, you can’t go back to your room. It’s still too cold.” Heero motioned at the blanket Quatre was wrapped in for emphasis.
“Yes, but…”
Heero shook his head. “No. Don’t worry about it. I’m not upset, so you shouldn’t be either.”
Quatre sighed deeply. “I know, but… It’s just so embarrassing.”
“I know.”
Quatre glanced at him nervously. “I didn’t… say anything, did I?”
Heero blinked. “While you were dreaming? No. You looked like you were enjoying yourself though, whatever it was about.”
Quatre’s blush came back full force, and the Japanese boy was charmed by it.
He also looked relieved too, which Heero became curious about. Why would Quatre be worried about that part? Did he not want Heero to know what it had been about—or rather, *who*?
That would be too good to be true, especially in retrospect to his own thoughts on the situation, but he had to ask. Heero didn’t see any harm in the question.
“Were you dreaming about me?”
Quatre’s eyes widening answered for him. The blond wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Um… Yes. It was about you.”
Heero pondered that, a part of him feeling rather excited by the prospect. “Is there something wrong with that?”
“Oh… No, I don’t think so.” Quatre studied him cautiously. “You’re really not bothered at all by this, are you?”
The brunet shrugged. “I don’t see the need.”
“That’s definitely one of your good qualities,” Quatre noted, smiling at little in amusement.
Relieved to see Quatre beginning to cheer up, Heero grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the kitchen.
“Come on. You look like you could use something to eat.”
“Okay.”
TBC.
Sorry this took so long. I got distracted by many things. Order of the Phoenix movie, updating ETT, starting a writing challenge with 1000 themes (which has multiple fandoms, so if you’re curious, check out my site), ranting about NOT reading Book 7, writing another Conrad/Wolfram ficlet, and other random stuff. (I’m in too many fandoms. It hurts my head.)
The next update might be a while too unless I find anymore willing writers. XD Worse comes to worse, I have a few of my own left.