Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heart of the Night ❯ Chapter 12

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

Rating: NC-17
Category: Yaoi, Lemon, Not much of a plot ^^;;;
Pairing: Vachel Roche x Quatre Winner
Notes: I can't believe I am doing this ^^ Okay…maybe I can believe it! I was going to write this originally…but then decided not to. Due to an amazingly high response and many requests for it…I am writing this short chapter to go between Chapters 11 & 12 of "Heart of the Night". Not much of a plot here…I want people to be able to choose NOT to read it and not lose anything from the original fic itself. But here we go *cracks knuckles and takes a pen from Pandora* The Vachel x Quatre lemon ^^

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"Yes,"

That single word echoed in Vachel's ears. For a moment all he could do was stare at the blonde in silence.

Quatre tilted his head and smiled. "Vachel?" He would not be afraid.

Blinking suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, the dark haired man moved. Glancing to his side, he reached down and dimmed the oil lamp that was burning brightly on the desk. "Are you sure?" He whispered as he moved to stand in front of Quatre, his grey eyes drinking in the sight of the blonde's bared chest.

Quatre's response was to smile and reach up, his fingers quickly unbuttoning Vachel's dark coat. "I'm a little afraid," His blue eyes met Vachel's grey ones. "I have no idea what to do but," He laughed, the sound almost sultry to Vachel's ears. "Yes, I am sure."

Kneeling one leg on the bed beside Quatre, Vachel grasped his shoulders and lowered his lips to the blonde's. He combed his fingers through the Quatre's silken hair and gently nibbled on his lower lip, drawing a surprised sound from the smaller man. Sweeping the tip on his tongue along the blonde's lip, he raised his head.

"It's not complicated," He murmured, his thumb lightly tracing Quatre's cheek. "I'm sure you've given yourself pleasure before." He almost laughed as the blonde flushed bright red at the suggestion. His hand left Quatre's face and slid slowly down his shoulder to his chest. "The same things that felt good to you…do to another also," His fingers brushed across a dusky nipple, feeling with satisfaction, the nub of flesh harden.

Quatre gasped and closed his eyes as Vachel's slim fingers toyed with first one nipple and then the other until both were hard, almost hurting, each stroke of his fingertips sending jolts through the blonde's body. Gasping, Quatre's head fell backwards as Vachel leaned down to nip carefully at the skin where his neck met his shoulder.

He's trembling, Vachel thought as he straightened back up to look at the blonde's pale face. He's frightened. "Quatre," He whispered, his hands coming back up to Quatre's face, cupping it gently. "We don't have to do this. It's enough for me to just be near you for now."

Quatre shook his head, his eyes opening. "I'll be frightened no matter what," He reached up to pull Vachel's shirt from his breeches, sliding his hands under the silken fabric to touch even softer skin. "I'm afraid, but not of you." He watched Vachel's eyes slide shut and his mouth open slightly as he slid his hands across the muscled plane of his stomach.

He slipped his hands from under Vachel's shirt and quickly unbuttoned it as the black-haired man reached up and swiftly untied his cravat. Cool air drifted over the man's bared skin, causing him to shiver lightly, as Quatre's eyes traveled along his torso. Then remembering how it felt when Vachel had touched him, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to a spot in the center of Vachel's chest.

The dark-haired man drew in a sharp breath and leaned over Quatre's head, his lips moving against his blonde hair. "Do whatever comes to you," He whispered so that Quatre could barely hear him. "Follow your feelings."

Quatre moved his lips across Vachel's skin until he came to a nipple, already hard with excitement and the cool air. He kissed the small nub carefully, and when the grey-eyed man gasped and jerked, he pulled it into his mouth, gently rolling it between his teeth. He shivered when Vachel, still leaning over him, started to run his hands along his back. He moved to the other nipple and Vachel slipped one hand up to brush lightly along the edge of his ear.

He realized that his breath was coming in short bursts as Vachel grasped his shoulders and pushed him away. He realized, in wonder, that knowing that the dark-haired man enjoyed what he was doing excited him also.

"That's a bit hard on the back," Vachel gave him a smile.

"Hmm," Quatre took his hands and guided him around to sit on the bed beside him.

He waited patiently while Vachel quickly removed his boots. He sighed when the dark-haired man turned sideways and gathered him into his arms, sliding one long leg around him on the bed so that he was settled in between Vachel's thighs. His sigh turned to a moan when Vachel grasped his face and kissed him demandingly, his tongue caressing the inside of his mouth. Suddenly Vachel shifted, leaning his back against the wall at the head of the bed and pulling Quatre with him, his arms sliding around the blonde's shoulders, one hand cupping the back of his head, toying with his short, blonde locks.

Gasping against his mouth, Quatre twisted until he was pressed against Vachel's chest, one leg still on the floor, the other tucked underneath him. Pulling his other leg up, so that he was kneeling on the bed, Vachel then moved his leg to the bed and Quatre found himself held between the man's strong legs.

Raising his head, his blue eyes glittered in the dim light of the room as they met Vachel's darkened, grey ones. "What…what, should…"

"Whatever you want," Vachel said quietly. "You are in control." He leaned forward and nipped at Quatre's throat. "This won't move forward unless you want it to," This could kill him before it was over, he realized.

He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as Quatre leaned forward and started to explore his chest with lips, tongue and hands. Balling his hands into fists to keep from grabbing Quatre and throwing him over on the bed, he found himself vaguely wondering if the blonde had any idea the effect he had. Quatre's hand slid downwards across his stomach and along the edge of his breeches. The light touch of the blonde's hands caused his body to jump and Quatre quickly withdrew.

"No," Vachel breathed taking his hand and moving it back. "It's alright." His eyes opened halfway and he leaned forward to whisper kisses over Quatre's face. "Please, continue."

Continue how? The blonde bit his lip and looked at Vachel through half closed eyes. What should he do? He knew what brought the most pleasure for him…but should he touch Vachel there?

Vachel sensed the blonde's hesitation and reached for him, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His mouth moving urgently against Quatre's, he took the blonde's hand and guided it between them.

The black-haired man gasped and arched against Quatre's hand as his fingers hesitantly brushed across the hard length of his erection. He closed his eyes and bit back a moan as the blonde's hand carefully explored him, his touch growing bolder. "Quatre…" He gasped. He wanted the blonde to feel what he was feeling, he wanted to touch him also, but he didn't want to frighten him.

Quatre heard the need in his voice and smiled, leaning in to kiss Vachel. "It's alright, I'm not afraid." He said softly.

Vachel held him there for a few moments as he ravaged his mouth once again. Then breaking apart, he slid his hand down Quatre's stomach until he reached the fastenings on his breeches. With a couple quick movements, he had opened the confining material letting the blonde's own arousal to spring free. He captured Quatre's lips again, drinking in the blonde's gasps as his fingers slid along the velvety length, at the same time his hips moved against the caresses of Quatre's fingers.

A groan of protest escaped him as Quatre suddenly pulled back. He reached for the blonde again but he was already gone from the bed. His eyes opened and he watched as Quatre moved quickly, unfastening his own pants and sliding them down his slim hips, his eyes glittering as he memorized the sight of Vachel's bared flesh.

"Quatre, we need something…" Vachel's voice trailed off, not sure if the blonde even knew what he was hinting at.

Confusion crept into the blonde's eyes and then suddenly he seemed to understand as he started to look around the tiny room. Suddenly he walked over to his writing desk and pulled the drawer open. Turning back around Vachel could see a small object in his hand.

"Adrienne gave me this a while back," He said walking back to the bed, understanding dawning on him. "I didn't understand at the time, but she said it might come in handy."

Vachel looked closer and chuckled. God bless the far seeing eyes of Quatre's very good friend, he thought. In the blonde's hand was a small crock of body cream, the purest kind, she hadn't added any dyes or scents to it. It was perfect.

Quatre set the cream in the stand by the bed and then slipped his breeched off. Vachel drew in a quick gasp as he took in the sight of his golden lover. He was utterly beautiful, perfectly formed in every way. Quatre blushed brightly under Vachel's gaze, not sure what to do next and flustered by the appreciative glint in the man's grey eyes.

Vachel reached out and took his hand, pulling him back onto the bed. "Put one knee on each side of me," He said. He wanted Quatre this way, in a position where he could break away if he felt he needed too. He gave the blonde as much control of the situation as he could, gently guiding him, not controlling him.

Quatre settled straddling his hip, gasping in pleasure as their erections slid against each other. Vachel let out a hiss of pleasure of his own as he reached for the cream and quickly removed the lid. "You don't need to do anything," He murmured. "Just feel," He scooped out some of the creamy, white substance and coated his hands with it.

Quatre cried out and arched as Vachel started to slide his slick hand along the length of his shaft, icy tendrils of pleasure shooting through his body. At the man's firm touch, his mind became engulfed in a haze of physical sensations. Breathing rapidly, he found himself moving against Vachel's hand, a sense of urgency washing over him. Suddenly he jumped and cried out as he felt Vachel's finger against his entrance.

"It's alright," Vachel soothed. "I won't do anything to hurt you." As he spoke he carefully slipped a slick finger past the tight muscles.

The blonde felt as if he couldn't breathe. "Feels….strange…." He gasped as Vachel started to move his finger back and forth. "Really…strange…ahhh!!" Suddenly and intense wave of pleasure gripped him as the black-haired man's fingers struck a spot inside him, at the same time it felt as if he got even harder.

"Alright?"

He opened his eyes partway to look into Vachel's grey ones. "Ah…ah…yes…" He gasped out as the man added another finger, scissoring them back and forth, constantly hitting that same spot over and over. "Vachel!" He cried his body taking over and moving against the man's hand of its own violation. Between what Vachel was doing with his fingers and the constant stimulation to his arousal…he didn't think he'd last much longer.

But Vachel anticipated that and started to slow his motions. He quickly scooped out more of the cream and coated himself with it. Then he lifted Quatre and positioned him above him. "I'll try to be as careful as I can," He looked up at the blonde. "It may hurt some; your body is not accustomed to this."

Quatre nodded gasping as he felt the tip of Vachel's erection pushing against him. Instinct taking over he started to push down slowly, both of them gasping as the initial ring of muscles was passed. A slight shard of pain shot through Quatre and Vachel held him still.

"Don't rush," He ground out between clenched teeth. "Get used to it."

After a moment, Quatre's muscles relaxed. Vachel let him go and the blonde placed his hands on his chest and started to move slowly downwards, the sensation of being filled and stretched leaving him breathless. There was no more pain after that slight twinge, just a fading feeling of being uncomfortable.

Vachel's hands found his waist and started to help him move. As the blonde figured out what he wanted, he set his own rhythm, gasping at the feel of the Vachel's erection moving in and out of his body.

Vachel clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as the blonde's body gripped him, engulfing him in his heat. He shifted his hips and groaned hoarsely as he found that same spot inside Quatre's body, making the blonde cry out and his muscles tighten around him. Reaching down he slipped his hand around the length of Quatre's shaft and started to move his hand in rhythm to the blonde's movements.

Within moments he felt the sudden, almost painful clenching of the blonde's inner muscles as Quatre cried out, his back arching. His body trembled wildly as he spilled himself over Vachel's hand. Shudder of Quatre's body was all Vachel could take. Grabbing the blonde's shoulders he pulled him down and held him tightly as he lost himself in the velvety heat of Quatre's body, his back arching off the bed.

As the last spasms of his own climax started to fade, his grey eyes slid open and he turned his head to look at the young man, who was now resting his cheek against his shoulder. Reaching over he gently brushed the sweat dampened strands of blonde hair from Quatre's head, smiling as his blue eyes slowly opened.

"Alright?" He asked softly.

"Mmmm….yes…." Quatre replied shifting against him, forgetting that they were still joined.

Vachel gasped at the movement, a tremor of leftover pleasure shooting through him. Moving carefully he pulled out of the blonde's body, covering the gasp of surprise from Quatre with his lips. Rolling them so that Quatre lay on his back on the bed, Vachel got up. "I think we need some towels, is the linen beside the bath,"

Quatre flushed scarlet and nodded causing the dark haired man to laugh lightly. Leaning down he kissed the blonde and grabbed Quatre's robe from the armoire. "I'll be right back," Before he stood, he kissed him again. "I love you, Quatre."

When he left, Quatre sat up in the bed. Wrapping his arms around his knees, he felt a slight uncomfortable twinge but besides that…he felt…content. With a smile his blue eyes traveled around the room.

He had broken the last tie…all that awaited him now was the future. He could only wonder what it had in store for him and his new-found lover.
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Owari or continued in Chapter 12 ^^;;;

AN: Yeah…uh-huh…it only took me two weeks from the time I started this to finish it. This had GOT to be the longest lemon I ever wrote ^^;;;;