Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I Get To Be Seme ❯ Chapter 1

Author's Note: I have no idea why I have decided to do a side lemon to my other lemon. Maybe because I have no life, or maybe because I am really bored and in a writer's block funk with my other stories that I need to go somewhere different. Anywho read on.

Disclaimer: Once again. I own nothing.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: 4x3 (something new for me. . .at least the lemon scenes) and mentioning of 2x5/5x2.

WARNINGS!!!: OF COURSE THIS IS YOAI…DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ. UNLESS YOU'RE A FELLOW YAOI FAN, THEN YOU'RE WELCOME TO READ AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. IT'S BASICALLY A PWP. SO EXPECT NO MAJOR PLOT AND A LOT OF OUT OF CHARACTERNESS. I GUESS THAT'S IT! READ ON PEOPLE….WE'RE NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER! ^_^

 

Quatre Winner sighed as the load moan was his greeting on the phone's receiver. It would seem that Wufei and Duo were at it yet again and he had chosen the wrong moment to call them. Clearing his throat, he tried his best to speak to them though it seemed they probably weren't going to answer.

 

“Hello, Wufei?”

 

He was answered by a very loud cry, followed by Duo's amused giggles. He blushed as the words that weren't meant to be heard by him made it to his ears and he suddenly felt flustered and embarrassed. As the two on the other line continued to moan and groan to their hearts content, Quatre decided he would hang up and try again later.

 

“I can see you're obviously busy, so I'll call you another time.”

 

“Yes Duo! Harder, faster!”, was what he was answered with and he quickly slammed the phone down.

 

His entire face was now red at the sheer awkwardness and he was to say the least bit jealous. Though Duo had called him a few days earlier and whined about he and Wufei being in a “dry spell” as he put it, they seemed to have gone back to the way Duo liked it. He felt like pouting at the recognition that the two lovers were more sexually active than he and his own lover. He would have liked for it to change, but he was sure that it never would. Trowa seemed quite content with the once-a-day routine and Quatre wasn't quite sure how he would react to a sporadic shagging. With a sigh, Quatre leaned back into the chair he was sitting on, his face frowning as he pondered it further. Maybe he would be able to get Trowa to agree if he talked to him?

 

It was a start and then again that is if he could muster up the courage to do just that. He wasn't afraid of Trowa as much as he was afraid of his answer and reaction. Then again he would never know unless he tried and honestly he was getting quite bored with the usual behavior of their sex life. He wanted a change and he would get it, he just had to be clever about getting it. Now all he needed was the opportunity to get to Trowa, since lately his lover had been busy with a recent assignment that had lowered their love making to three times a week.

 

As if he had heard his thoughts, Trowa entered the room, assignment folder in hand. He barely gave his blond lover a passing glance since he was too busy with the information in front of him to realize that his blond lover was there. Quatre pouted as he watched him seat himself at the desk, knowing that sex would be out of the question if the green-eyed boy turned on the computer. His hopes were further deflated as Trowa did just that, too much into his work to have heard Quatre's groan of disappointment.

 

Though it seemed that it would never happen, Quatre wasn't going to be dissuaded. He had been quite randy himself the past few days and he would not stand for this any longer. Rising from the chair he was sitting in, he made his way to the desk where Trowa was now busy typing a report. As he now stood beside his lover, Quatre reached out without much care for the unsaved work on the screen and easily switched the computer off. As the screen went blank, Trowa's body tensed and he turned to find Quatre smiling down at him. He could find nothing to say and he did not show just exactly how annoyed he was that all he had written was now gone, but his eyes showed more than his face revealed. Quatre, though a little discouraged, did not stand down. He only brightened his smile and took to seating himself on the desk, grabbing up the file to close it and send it sailing across the room. Trowa stood then, his eyes narrowing on his blonde lover.

What had gotten into him? Was he going crazy or was it Quatre's intention to bring him to anger? He let himself grow calm before he took hold of Quatre's shoulders, his green eyes looking into aquamarine.

 

“Quatre, what has gotten into you?”, he asked, earning himself a pout.

 

“All you do is work.”, Quatre told him softly, giving his puppy dog routine, “I feel so lonely, Trowa. Can't you keep me company?”

 

Trowa sighed as he let the boy go to rub his temples. He didn't have time for this; he had to finish this report so that he could turn it in tomorrow. He had gotten Duo's current assignment, since the braided boy had decided to stay home and screw his boyfriend blind. He needed to take it in to the office first thing in the morning or else both Heero and Une would have his hide. They were already pissed thanks to Duo; he didn't want to make it worse.

 

“Quatre, can't we discuss this at another time?”, he asked calmly, suddenly feeling very tired.

 

“No.”, Quatre said stubbornly, “We have to discuss it now.”

 

Sighing, Trowa reseated himself. He knew that he would not be able to get back to work unless his blonde lover got his way. The sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could get back to work.

 

“What is it?”, he finally asked, leaning back into the leather chair.

 

“I'm horny.”

 

The two words he hadn't expected to shock him much if not at all. However, he found that if he had been holding something he would have dropped it since his entire body seemed to have gone lax at Quatre's utterance of the words. He blinked momentarily as he tried to regain his senses. When he was sure that his voice was under control, he allowed himself to speak.

 

“What?”

 

Unfortunately, that was all he was able to say. He continued to look up to Quatre who merely shrugged before repeating.

 

“I'm horny.”

 

“And why are you telling me this?”

 

“Why else would I be telling you this?”, Quatre asked now exasperated, “I want to get physical and you're too busy bending over backwards to please Heero and Une and not me.”

 

At the Arab's words, which put him in another temporary state of shock, Trowa frowned. This was unusual behavior for his lover and he was starting to believe that something was terribly odd here. If he was not mistaken, it would seem that Quatre had become quite unsatisfied with their sexual relationship and now wanted more. It was not to say that he himself didn't want more; it was just that work was his first priority.

 

“Quatre, may I ask what has brought on this sudden bout of sexual infatuation?”

 

“It's not fair.”, Quatre answered, lowering himself from the desk, “We barely have sex anymore.”

 

“We barely had sex at all.”

 

“And that's just it!”, Quatre exclaimed, jumping up from his seated position, “We're both young and we have sex as if we're an old married couple! We do it once a day or at least we used to. Now we fuck when you remember that I exist!”

 

At the uncommon word that had just uttered from his lover's lips, uncommon because Quatre did not use it, Trowa felt suddenly light-headed. What had he been drawn into? What happened to his quiet, sensitive, and not so sex-crazed lover? Since when did he use the word “fuck”?

 

“We don't fuck.”, Trowa dumbly announced, Quatre scoffing.

 

“That's my point!”, he said beginning to pace, “We have sex, but it's not the same! Why can't we ever fuck? Duo and Wufei do it like all the time! It's not fair and I think that we should take their example.”

 

“You want us to take their example?”, Trowa asked to be certain, “All they do is eat, sleep and fu- have sex.”

 

“Exactly!

 

Trowa stopped momentarily to run this information through his head. It would seem that Quatre, as the blonde put it, was horny and wanted to have sex. Or once again as his lover put it, he wanted to fuck. Clearing his throat, Trowa looked back to his lover who now stood waiting impatiently. He wasn't exactly sure what he could say; then again he wasn't sure if he'd be able to pass on this. Even if he didn't want to, which he did, he was pretty sure Quatre would make it so that he had his way.

 

“So, you want to do this now?”

 

“Why are you so dense today?”, Quatre asked before nodding, “Yes, I want to do this right now.”

 

“Here?”

 

“Trowa, I don't care where!”, Quatre exclaimed, now impatient, “On the desk, on the floor, on the front lawn. As long as we're fucking, I don't care!”

 

Trowa stopped again to frown at Quatre, before standing and walking closer to the shorter boy.

 

“On the front lawn? Seriously?”

 

“Okay maybe not the front lawn, but other than that I don't care.”, Quatre corrected, “Oh and one more thing.”

 

“What's that?', Trowa asked curiously, Quatre smiling up at him.

 

“I get to be seme.”

 

Before Trowa had time to respond, he found himself back down against the desk, his head having missed the computer by an inch. Green eyes looked up to blue that smiled down at him and he tried to say something, but it was cut short as Quatre's lips descended on his. Even with his lips now occupied with a kiss, Trowa tried his best to speak which only resulted in Quatre's tongue gaining entrance to his mouth. As said tongue was slowly stroking every corner it could find, Trowa couldn't stop himself from melting as eager hands stroked the inside of his jean-clad thighs. Though he was enjoying this, he couldn't allow this to happen. He still wanted an explanation and he wanted it now.

 

Pulling away from the breath-taking kiss, Trowa (after regaining the breath that had been taken) looked up to Quatre, who only gave him a smugly satisfied smirk. At the very hungry look that the young Arab was giving him, Trowa found it hard not to become aroused. However, he would not be swayed. He was seme and it was unusual that Quatre had suggested a switch in positions. He was sure that the blonde had been satisfied, why the sudden change of heart?

 

“Why can't I be seme?”, Trowa asked.

 

He was aware that tonight he had not been at his best and brightest. It didn't help much that Quatre was acting out of character himself. He would have to rectify that. The blue eyed boy gave him a shrug, before he lowered lips to toy with Trowa's ear.

 

“I just think that it's only fair.”, Quatre told him, “You're seme all of the time. Don't I get to play the part? I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy a good fucking.”

 

At the words Trowa shivered, unaware that he had done so. He was at the moment distracted by not only Quatre's talented tongue on his ear, but the equally talented hands that slithered under his shirt. Quatre, now finding his way to Trowa's neck, nipped and suckled until he drew a soft groan from his lover. With a smirk, Quatre brought his lips to Trowa's, his tongue quickly entering Trowa's mouth for another taste of his green-eyed lover. Trowa's fingers soon found themselves tangled in golden locks, pulling Quatre closer so that the kiss deepened. He felt nimble fingers brush over a nipple and he gasped at the touch. His reaction was quite amusing to the blond and Quatre quickly took to taking the nub between his fingers, pinching and teasing it into hardness.

 

Trowa's moaning gave him the encouragement that he was looking for and he took to doing the same to the other nub, letting go of Trowa's lips so that the sounds that came from his lover's mouth weren't muffled. He couldn't help but chuckle as he felt Trowa begin to wriggle beneath him. He kept toying with the Latin boy's nipples, watching as Trowa arched into the touch, his eyes falling closed as his cries were slowly growing louder.

 

“Quatre!”

 

At the sound of his name falling from slightly swollen lips, Quatre gave a groan. He could only wonder if this was what the taller boy felt when his name was said by him. Without another thought, Quatre took hold of the hem to Trowa's shirt, pulling it up and off of the boy. He lowered his head to a dusky nipple, taking it between his teeth to gently tease it. He smiled around it as Trowa cried out, thrusting his hips up to meet his. The unmistakable bulge in his lover's pants urged him to tease Trowa even more. It was fun watching his lover writhe and moan with wanton abandon. He traced an invisible line to the other nipple, latching onto it so that his tongue could tease it further than his hands had.

 

Trowa found that his head was spinning and his pants were becoming unbearably tight. His fingers tightened around Quatre's hair and he was being just as vocal, if not more, than his lover was when in this position.

 

“More.”, Trowa moaned, shocked at his own words.

 

Had he just begged? Quatre paused momentarily in shock himself, looking up to heavily-lidded eyes. If he had heard correctly, Trowa had just asked him for more. This was just too good. He let his fingers run along the hem of Trowa's jeans, pausing at the button momentarily only to pass it. He wanted to draw out this begging business. What was he capable of getting Trowa to beg for?

 

“You want more?”, he asked huskily, his other hand running up the boy's thigh.

 

He lowered his head to Trowa's stomach, letting his tongue dip inside of the boy's navel, gaining a gasp and the rising of his lover's hips. Trowa nodded; eager to move this along. However, he could tell that his lover had other plans. His body quivered as Quatre's tongue explored every inch of his skin it could find, stopping to once again toy with his previously abused nubs. His hardened state was becoming unbearable and he began to grind his hips against Quatre, hearing the blond giggle in amusement. He couldn't find what was so amusing about his situation. His Arabian lover was being a tease and he was becoming impatient.

 

Trowa let his hand travel down to his groin, trying to relieve some of the tension through his pants. He was stopped however by Quatre, who gave him a stern look as he raised both of Trowa's arms above his head and pinned them in place with one hand.

 

“No.”, was all he said, his tone of voice causing Trowa to shiver, “Only my hands will pleasure you.”

 

He had never seen this side of the blue-eyed boy before and he was willing to play the role of uke, now eager to see what Quatre was like. As Quatre's talented mouth returned to Trowa's now very sensitive nipples, the taller teen found that he could only cry out. He tried to free his hands, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in blond curls, but Quatre's hold was strong. Then again, he wasn't really fighting it. He felt his lover's free hand lower to his pants, unbuttoning and slowly lowering the zipper. Trowa raised his hips impatiently, wanting to feel his lover's hand. However, it would seem that Quatre would continue to draw out his torture. Instead of entering the boy's pants, Quatre's hand ghosted over Trowa's arousal, the green-eyed teen groaning in disappointment. What did Quatre want him to do?

 

“Beg for it.”

 

Quatre's words came as if he had heard Trowa's thoughts and the taller youth didn't hesitate, mewling hungrily as Quatre's lips descended on his. He pulled back to look into sea colored eyes, his breaths now coming in pants.

 

“Please, Quatre.”, he begged him, watching Quatre smile, “I want you to undress me, touch me and fuck me.”

 

At the words, Quatre moaned himself, feeling his pants grow much tighter than they already were. He took Trowa's lips again as he thrust his own hips in time with those that were trapped under him. He had heard what he wanted to hear and damn it, he wasn't going to wait any longer. As he pulled away from the kiss so that they could breathe, he also let go of the boy's wrists, so that he could undress himself.

 

“Don't move them.”, he ordered as he found Trowa begin to lower his arms, “Keep them there or I stop this here and now.”

 

Though his threat was empty, there was no way he was stopping; the uni-banged boy did as told. His green eyes watched as Quatre undressed, greedily taking in every bit of skin that was revealed. He was unaware at the moan that escaped his throat when the blonde removed his pants to reveal his standing member. Quatre was very much aware however and he smirked at the sight of his lover, eager and waiting. He busied himself with finally removing Trowa's pants, since the taller boy chose not to wear underwear he didn't have to bother removing any. The Latin teen gave a sigh of relief as his arousal was finally free of his confining jeans. Quatre let his eyes run over Trowa's body, memorizing every inch. He let his hands ghost over his lover's thighs, smiling at Trowa's gasp. He continued to travel upward, caressing the soft skin of Trowa's hips before one hand traveled closer to the proudly standing member.

 

Trowa was unable to contain his cry as a soft hand firmly took hold of his cock, his hands clenching into fist above his head. As Quatre's hand began to slowly move, Trowa let loose moan after moan, his eyes falling shut at the pure bliss. His hips fell and rose in rhythm with Quatre's hands and he found that the pace was too slow.

 

“Faster.”, he demanded, “So close.”

 

Quatre could see that he was in fact very close and he slowed his pace which in turn caused Trowa to protest. As green eyes opened he smiled down at him, knowing Trowa would also object to his next move. His let go of the taller boy's member and Trowa groaned in annoyance. He was tired of being teased and quite frankly, he was becoming impatient. He wanted it and he wanted it now.

 

“I have to get the lube.”, Quatre explained, stepping away to make his way out of the small office.

 

He couldn't fully back away since Trowa's legs wrapped around him, pulling him back against the heated body. Green eyes glowered up at him threateningly and he gave a laugh at Trowa's boldness.

 

“I can't wait any longer.”, Trowa snapped, his arms moving to pull Quatre even closer, “I want you now, Quatre. Please, just fuck me without it.”

 

“Oh Allah.”, Quatre panted, Trowa's words having affected him more than he expected, “I want to, but I don't want to hurt you.”

 

“You won't.”, Trowa told him.

 

Quatre lowered his lips to Trowa's, both feverishly kissing the other. When he pulled away, Quatre freed himself of Trowa's hold. He did not want to hurt Trowa the first time that he took him and no matter how irresistible his lover looked at the moment, he would pull away and get the lube. It was time to start placing the damn thing in various rooms; he didn't want another predicament such as this. As Trowa began to object to his retreating back, he had to try his best not to turn back and do as Trowa was asking. His feet quickly took him upstairs, where the lube was neatly tucked away in the side table draw. He quickly retrieved it, slamming the draw shut and rushing back downstairs to his hot and bothered Latin lover.

 

He gave the taller pilot a short kiss of apology, before he pulled away to show Trowa that the lube had been successfully retrieved. He felt Trowa's hands pull him in for another kiss and he let his lover get his way, letting his tongue dip in to caress against Trowa's. He took hold of Trowa's hands, removing them from his hair to once again place them above the boy's head. He pulled away from the kiss with a smile, his eyes connecting with jade.

 

“Didn't I tell you not to move them?”, he reminded him, his teeth teasing Trowa's bottom lip.

Trowa nodded to answer the question, making sure to not move his hands as Quatre loosened his grip.

 

“I'm sorry.”, he apologized, his voice low with lust, “I should be punished shouldn't I? Maybe you should spank me.”

 

Feeling his body heat rise at the suggestion Quatre smiled, loving that Trowa was becoming much more open. He had to say the idea of spanking his lover was tempting, though it would have to wait. He wanted Trowa now and stopping to spank him would further prolong it. Yes, it would have to wait for another day.

 

“You'll most definitely get a spanking.”, Quatre promised, his lips brushing against Trowa's, “Though not tonight. I'm much too ready to fuck you now.”

 

Trowa mewled at the words, his lips pressing fully against the blond Arab's as his hands clenched to fist to stop himself from raising them to touch him. As their kiss deepened, he was unaware that Quatre was ready to prep him that is until he felt a finger tease his entrance. He moaned impatiently, pushing his hips down to encourage Quatre to go faster. He got his way and another moan was swallowed as Quatre began to prep him carefully. Although he knew that Trowa was eager to move this along Quatre took his time, Trowa had never been taken before this and he wanted it to be perfect and as painless as possible.

 

His free hand returned to Trowa's chest, since toying with the boy's nipples had become his favorite thing to do. Trowa made such delicious noises when he was touched there. He was granted a cry of his name, the green eyed boy arching as Quatre slipped a second finger inside of him. Trowa's eyes fell half mast as his body writhed at the intense feeling of pleasure. A loud scream was torn from his throat as Quatre had succeeded in finding his prostate, prodding it with each thrust of his fingers as his teeth and tongue now latched on to the nipple his hand was not toying with.

Trowa's head was spinning and he found it was hard not to reach his hands to Quatre, they clenched and unclenched the edge of the desk while every moan, mewl and whimper fell from his lips. It wasn't long before Quatre added a last finger, smiling around a nub as Trowa begin to push down on his fingers, his head thrown back as his back arched. It would seem that his lover was ready and he himself felt his cock twitch at the thought of being deep inside his tight ass. He rose up, drawing his fingers from his lover who whimpered at the loss. He quietly shushed him, promising that it would get much better.

 

He took up the lubricant again, dispensing a good amount in his hand to then distribute it onto his throbbing member. With that done, he took hold of Trowa's legs by the ankles, spreading them, bending one at the knee with his foot against the desk and the other leg was lifted so that it rested on Quatre's shoulder. The blonde smiled at Trowa's shiver of anticipation and he positioned himself, gently taking hold of his hips.

 

“Are you ready for this?”, Quatre asked, the uni-banged pilot nodding.

 

With his fingers gently gripping Trowa's hips Quatre began to slowly enter him, pausing when Trowa gasped. The green-eyed boy only whimpered, trying his best to push down onto Quatre's cock, but the blond stopped him.

 

“Trowa-”

 

“You're not hurting me, Quatre.”, Trowa told him, his hips trying to fight Quatre's resisting hold, “Please keep going.”

 

With a nod Quatre continued, groaning as his cock was slowly enveloped by wonderful heat. Trowa was so tight and it was hard to stop himself from pushing in too quickly. His grip on Trowa's hips loosened and the taller boy took the opportunity to push himself down onto Quatre's member entirely, his back arching as both he and the blond cried out at the intense feeling. Once he was able to catch himself again, Quatre glared down at his lover, who only gave him a lazy smile. He wasn't hurt that much he could see, but what if had hurt himself? Bending forward so that his face hovered over Trowa's, Quatre continued to look sternly at his lover.

 

“Never. Do. That. Again.”, he said emphasizing on each word, “I could have hurt you.”

 

“But you didn't.”, Trowa announced smugly, wriggling his hips enticingly, “And unless you want to get hurt, you'll fuck me into oblivion.”

 

Quatre gave a growl at those words, pulling out to quickly and forcefully push in to Trowa, causing the boy to cry out.

 

“Fine.”, Quatre said, now moving in and out of Trowa at a steady pace, “If that's the way you want it, then that's the way you'll get it.”

 

His thrust began to speed up, his grip steadying Trowa's hips as the Latin boy began to moan with every push of Quatre's cock. His eyes closed as he melted into the feeling, wanting to thrust down onto Quatre's cock but unable to since he was held in place. His hands were soon gripping the edge of the desk as his back rose off of the desktop when his prostate was slammed against over and over again. It wasn't long before Quatre was pounding into him, the blonde unable to hold back his own cries as his cock was gripped by Trowa's unbelievably tight ass. The two were in heavenly bliss, sounds escaping them both as Quatre continued to push them closer to the edge.

 

“Quatre!”

 

It was the cry of his name and the begging tone behind it that informed the blonde that his lover was close. He found that Trowa's head was thrown back as his hips pushed down on Quatre's member with each thrust since the blonde was no longer pinning him to the desk. His fingers, which gripped the edge of the desk, were now white at the knuckles and Quatre took to mind that Trowa was now screaming his name. He wanted to see just how loud he could make his lover scream and with a wicked smile one hand released its hold on the boy's hips. It traveled to Trowa's dripping cock, taking hold of it and running his thumb across the head. Trowa's scream fueled Quatre to go on and his hand began to move in time with his thrust, his eyes watching as Trowa continued to writhe in wanton abandon. The walls of Trowa's wonderful sheath were gripping him tightly and he felt that he himself was drawing closer. But he wanted Trowa to come first; he wanted to see his lover's orgasm.

 

“Please come for me, Trowa.”, he moaned, his hand coaxing Trowa's cock as his own member brushed against his prostate.

 

He repeated the words again and Trowa was unable to do otherwise. His back arched as his entire body tensed as he came and came hard. Quatre's name tore from his throat as stream after stream of his seed shot forth from his cock, coating his lover's hand and his stomach. Quatre watched his lover come, fascinated at the thought that he had caused Trowa to react in such a way. As Trowa's tight heat gripped him, Quatre felt himself grow closer, pounding even harder into his lover until he himself was screaming out in orgasm. His eyes clenched shut as he thrust one last time into his lover, emptying himself deep inside the tight ass he knew he would have the pleasure of fucking again. Trowa's name fell from his lips and he let the last waves of his orgasm wash over him. When he was quite done he fell forward, leaning over his lover on shaky arms.

 

Both were quiet, their breathing heavy as they waited for their bodies to calm. Trowa found that Quatre had damn near fucked him into oblivion indeed. His eyes were falling closed and he was fighting the urge to give in to unconsciousness.

 

“Trowa?”

 

At the soft call of his name he looked up, reading the question in Quatre's eyes. Finally removing his arms from above his head, Trowa propped himself up so that he could reach Quatre's lips, pressing his to them so that he could give the boy a slow and appreciative kiss.

 

“That was amazing.”, he said with a smile, lying back onto the desk.

 

He was very tired he found, since he could barely hold himself up. He heard Quatre chuckle tiredly and he let his hands run through the short golden locks as the boy's head rested against his chest. He felt Quatre pull out of him and he tried his best not to complain. He had actually enjoyed Quatre being seme and he wouldn't mind if it happened again.

 

“So, what do say?”, Quatre asked after a few moments of silence, “You willing to be uke as well as seme and fuck like bunnies whether or not we're busy?”

 

Trowa smiled, allowing himself to pretend as if he had to actually contemplate Quatre's offer.

 

“Of coarse.”, he told his lover, “In fact, do you think you can go another round? I'll let you be seme.”

 

Quatre smiled, pressing a short kiss to Trowa's lips.

 

“I was hoping you'd ask.”

 

 

Wufei watched as Duo rested the phone back on the hook, a smile on his face. He raised an eyebrow at the braided pilot, not sure if he wanted to know what he was smiling about.

 

“Did you get through to Quatre?”, he asked, his lover nodding.

 

Their Arabic friend had called them earlier; however they were a bit occupied to have a conversation. At least a conversation that held actual words instead of grunts and groans.

 

“Yeah.”, Duo answered, “I think he's busy though.”

 

“So we'll try again later.”, Wufei simply remarked, the braided teen laughing.

 

“I don't think those two will be answering phone calls for awhile.”, Duo commented, “They have a lot to catch up on.”

 

Wufei didn't bother to even ask any further question, he didn't want to know. He instead returned to his book, which he hadn't been able to finish as of late. Duo frowned at the return of his new sworn enemy, but he only chuckled to himself. It was going to be fun distracting Wufei from his book again and he felt himself harden at the thought. Smiling he began to make his way to his Chinese lover who had no idea what was coming. He was only alerted when the book was snatched from his hand and he recognized the bulge in Duo's jeans. His eyes connected with his lover's and he felt himself shiver at the heated gaze. It would seem that he would never be able to reach the climax or maybe, if Duo's silent promise was any indication, he would reach his climax after all.

 

Owari

 

Tada! The lemony goodness has ended. Leave reviews, I hope that I did a good job. Ciao! ^_^