Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Irreplaceable ❯ The Lemon ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Irreplaceable

Author: Moonraven

Archive: www.fanfiction.net/~moonraven www.geocities.com/moonravencroft

Category: Fluff, Romance, more fluff...some humor

Rating: NC-17 for the last chapter

Warnings: OC bitching at Quatre, yaoi lemon as well as het lemon, some angst

Spoilers: None

Notes: 3x4, 1x2 and 5xSally. Basically a Trowa x Quatre get together fic with crude stereotyping of the boys and liberal use of nicknames, never before seen or heard on the anime... -_-;

I was thinking for a long time about how experienced I want the boys to be...take Wufei for instance, aside from the fact that he was married, I was torn between having him 'had some' and 'had none'. With his unique sense of propriety and justice, I'm thinking 'he had none', that and the fact that all of fandom seem to have him gushing blood at the mere thought of sex. (Where did THAT come from? I saw no indication in the anime that he was prone to nosebleed...) On the other hand, if a woman were to throw herself at him...would he think that it's disgraceful and dishonorable to refuse? Hmmm...dilemma, dilemma...I guess you'll find out which path I chose.

Sap, sap, sap! The scenes with Trowa and Quatre will be SAPPY! With Wufei and Sally, um...well...you have to read it. Heero & Duo...? Screwing like rabbits!

MAJOR lemon in this chapter (like ya couldn't tell with that chapter title). Anyways...it's more than I normally do since I have to satisfy 3 couples *grins wickedly*. Male/male sex scenes as well as male/female.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Irreplaceable - Chapter 4: The Lemon

By Moonraven

"Wufei! What on earth are you doing?" Sally panted after the young man as she was hauled down the hallway. After Duo had left them entangled on the floor, they had found their mutual attraction and things just escalated from there...to here where the tall youth was dragging his 'onna' to some place more private.

Wufei was not used to expounding on his actions. The 'onna' would find out in due time. He was still stunned to find himself wanting Sally so painfully. He had always thought her beautiful but honor dictated that he did not act on that thought...or on that warm stirring in his loins... Exercising his iron will, he had put the notion of any relationship with her aside and never thought of it again until this weekend. Until he found that she wanted him as well.

"Wufei!" Sally pulled on her wrist, trying to get the young man to slow down.

The tall Chinese youth spun around and glared at her. "What!?!" Didn't she want this as much as he did?

Sally blinked at him. "Um...could you...maybe...er...slow down?" She asked softly. "I'm wearing heels and you're tal---"

She didn't have time to finish, within 3 seconds flat; Wufei rid her of her shoes and proceeded to drag her down the hall once more.

Sally sighed and surrendered herself to her willful partner; a term that, after tonight, she hoped would take up a whole new meaning.

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The door slammed shut after Trowa and he ushered the small blond to the bed. Quatre's eyes widen and he didn't feel so uninhibited anymore. Maybe he needed a little more 'apple juice'?

Feeling his companion's hesitation, Trowa stopped and look down at the half frightened face.

"Quatre. Are you afraid of me?" Trowa felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He never wanted Quatre to ever fear him.

"NO!" Quatre reassured the tall young man quickly. "I...well...um..." Was this what they called 'hangover'? Nothing worked. Not his tongue, not his brain and now his legs refused to move.

"Sit down and relax." Trowa gently urged the smaller boy to the bed. Sensing the blonde's trepidation, Trowa added, "We'll just talk."

Quatre nodded quickly and sat down at the foot of the bed. He swallowed as he vaguely thought about how big the bed was...how roomy...much too big for one person...

The blond blushed and kicked himself mentally for having such thoughts.

'Right...and who was groping Trowa earlier?' His mind ridiculed.

Quatre groaned and turned beet red as he recalled what transpired downstairs.

"Quatre?" Trowa kneeled next to his friend. A submissive position that he hoped would calm the blond down. "Are you alright?"

Quatre looked at his entwined fingers in his lap and nodded, still blushing.

"I'm sorry about Peter." Trowa said softly.

Quatre looked up from his hand uncertainly. "Why are you sorry?" He whispered looking into the depth of that incredibly green eye.

"He shouldn't have said those things to you." Trowa frowned at the memory. He lifted a hand to caress the soft pale cheeks of the man that held his heart for so long.

"Trowa..." Quatre swallowed a lump in his throat. "...what if he hadn't said those things to me. Would you still..." He couldn't finish. If Peter hadn't made Trowa upset, would Trowa have left him? Would he return home with his lover?

"I don't know." Trowa cupped Quatre's face between his palms. "All I know is that I will still love you." He caressed Quatre's lips with his thumbs. "I have always loved you."

Tears spilled from those clear blue eyes and Trowa wiped them away gently. "You're too good for me, Quatre. What could I ever offer you?" His voice was unsteady as he gazed into his love's eyes. "You have everything you could ever wanted or needed. What could I ever give you?"

Quatre caught hold of Trowa's hand and brought it to his lips. "You can give me the one thing I wanted most in the universe." Quatre replied, kissing Trowa's fingers lovingly. "The one thing I don't have and craved with all of my heart and soul."

Trowa stared, mesmerized by those red quivering lips. "And what is that?"

Quatre found courage in the love he felt radiating from Trowa. He slowly slid off the bed to straddle the taller boy and brushed his lips gently across Trowa's.

"Your love." Quatre said simply. He gently brushed away the lovable bang and gazed steadily into Trowa's eyes. "You could give me your love, Trowa, as I give you mine."

"Quatre." Trowa crushed the smaller boy to him and devoured his mouth. He had been hungry for Quatre since he had first surrendered to the boy. He had wanted to plunged the delectable mouth since it had first uttered for him to put down his hands. He had wanted Quatre with his entire being since the first time they had played the duet...they were meant to be together, why hadn't he seen it before?

He pushed the blond gently onto his back and Trowa lay down on top of the smaller form. His hardening flesh grinding onto Quatre, eliciting a soft moan as his tongue continued to delve deep into Quatre's welcoming sweetness. Gods, but he tasted good!

Trowa's hands held his love's head firmly as he continued to rock his hips onto Quatre's. He could feel the blonde's hard arousal as Quatre responded to his ministration. Trowa pulled back slightly and gazed lovingly at the boy beneath him. Quatre had his eyes closed as he moaned with delight. His red swollen lips parted and moist from Trowa's attention and he cheeks were flushed. Trowa had never seen anyone sexier that moment than his Quatre. He couldn't help it; he rocked harder, grounding his hips almost painfully into Quatre and both young men groaned their pleasure.

Quatre had never felt anything so intense. He was sure his entire being would explode from...Allah! What was this feeling? This sensation that peaked, and peaked...and stopped...?

The smaller boy whimpered piteously as the exquisite pressure was removed. He blinked up at Trowa in confusion.

"Did I do something wrong?" He whispered fearfully. Did Trowa change his mind?

Trowa swooped down and captured those luscious lips and sucked on them briefly. "No, my Quatre, you did nothing wrong."

"Then...why did you stop?" The blond asked nervously.

Trowa got off Quatre carefully and stood next to the blonde's enticing body; his own angry arousal was in total agreement with the blond. Quatre's apprehension and uncertainty reflected in his eyes as he stared after Trowa.

Trowa smiled and offered Quatre his hand. The confused blond took it hesitantly and was pulled to his feet, into Trowa's arms, where the taller boy kissed away any fears he might have had.

When Trowa pulled reluctantly away, Quatre rested his head on the taller boy's chest, relishing the feel of the strong body.

"Quatre." Trowa whispered. "My Quatre." He said it as if he needed to hear it to make sure that it was real.

Quatre smiled and snuggled into those steely arms. "Yours. Always." He said simply. He could still feel Trowa's hard arousal digging into his hips and he pressed into it experimentally.

Trowa shuddered and tightened his hold on his love. He swallowed hard. "Quatre...maybe we should go back down...your guests will wonder where you are."

Quatre stopped and looked up into the pained face of Trowa. He frowned slightly, not knowing why Trowa stopped their explorations.

Trowa cupped his face in one hand and kissed his upturned lips gently. "I want you so badly, Quatre. If we stay here much longer, I won't be able to control myself." Trowa said unsteadily.

A mischievous light glinted in Quatre's eyes and he rubbed harder against that throbbing flesh, causing tremors to run down Trowa's spine. The taller boy's eyes slid shut and he moaned and involuntarily rocked forward.

"Then let go, Trowa. Take me." Quatre whispered huskily and Trowa's eyes flew opened in shock. Take me...?

He looked into those hypnotic blue eyes searchingly. "Are you sure? You were so afraid...I didn't want to rush you."

For his answer, Quatre walked backwards towards the bed, eyes never leaving Trowa. Then kicking off his shoes, he climbed on and kneeled in the middle of the large bed, facing the taller boy.

Trowa let out a strangled sound as Quatre undid the ties of his shirt. Heavyarms' graceful ex-pilot stumbled ungainly towards the bed, kicking off his own shoes as he went along. He froze as he reached the foot to the bed. Quatre's shirt fell opened, and the expanse of his creamy toned chest beckoned to the tall boy silently. Take me...

Trowa let out a feral growl and all but jump the blond. He had never seen his friend like this. Quatre was so fucking hot; he couldn't hold back even he'd wanted to.

Quatre blinked and found himself sprawled wantonly underneath Trowa as the taller boy pulled urgently on his shirt. He gasped and arched up when hot wet tongue lapped at the aching nubs on his chest. "Ah...!" The spiraling sensation was back and the blond thrust his hips up, needing to feel that incredible heat again.

"Quatre... Quatre...tell me you're sure." Trowa's strangled voice was barely a whisper as he paused to look pleadingly at the panting blond. "Tell me you want this."

Quatre's chest ached at the need he heard in Trowa's voice. The need to claim him, the need to pleasure him and the need to have permission...

"I want you, Trowa. I want you to make love to me...show me pleasure, Trowa, please..." He said softly yet firmly. There can be no doubts in Trowa's mind. To make sure that his would be lover understood perfectly, Quatre pulled the boy's face down to meet his while thrusting his hips upward.

With a desperate groan, Trowa devoured Quatre's lips, drinking from the sweet oasis that he had denied himself for so long. Quatre moaned and began tugging and pulling on Trowa's shirt.

Trowa wondered dimly why he had ever thought that Quatre was innocent...

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Meanwhile, in the closet downstairs...

"I swear, Heero. If you don't fuck me now, I'll go find someone who would!" Duo hissed as he squirmed, impaled on Heero's finger. He was currently naked and bent over a storage chest. His firm, round ass wiggling in frustration as his lover tortured him with one finger. He wanted so much more...

Heero chuckled softly and added another finger into his lover. "I don't think anyone would risk my wrath, baka." He leaned over and covered his lover's back with his own fully clothed frame. He licked Duo's ears and murmured softly. "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this?" Heero twisted his fingers in the tight passage, brushing against the spot that had Duo shouting in ecstasy.

"Oh God! Heero, please...I need it, please!" Duo begged as he thrust his hips back against Heero. "Let me come, please...AGH!" Heero had reached over, grabbed a hold of Duo's aching cock, and squeezed the head gently.

"Tell me how you want it, Duo." Heero said while rubbing tantalizingly along the dripping cock.

"I want your cock in me NOW, damn it! I want it hard and I want it fast!" Duo was desperate. He reached back and tried to grab the said cock. To his infinite frustration, the perfect soldier was completely clothed.

"Damn it, Heero! Get your fucking dick out of here and screw me now!"

Chuckling softly, Heero conceded and fucked his Duo senseless...

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"No, no, no...you go down the corridor and take the stairs to the second floor, the music room is first door to your left."

"ONNA!" Wufei was incredulous. Here they were right outside his room and the onna was giving directions to some idiot who couldn't find his head if it weren't screwed on right.

Sally looked over to him and shrugged helplessly before turning back to the chief physician of Preventers. "No, Dr. Ping, we're on the THIRD floor. You'll have to go DOWNstairs."

Wufei stood with his arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently. His glower did not falter as she walked towards him, smiling disarmingly.

"Next time I'm injured, that man is NOT coming anywhere near me." He told her moodily as he let them inside his room.

"Oh, come on, Wufei." Sally smiled indulgently. "He fixed you up plenty of times. Remember last month when he removed those bullets from you?" She looked up at his frowning face and bit her lips. Gods, he was attractive. So sullen, so sexy...

"He did a very poor job. The stitches tore the next day." He told her smugly.

Sally sighed and rolled her eyes. "It tore because you tried to run your katana through an intern. If I hadn't been there---"

"He was...TOUCHING me!" Wufei raised his voice, turning red at the memory.

"He was trying to clean your wounds!" She shouted back, hands on her hips. Wufei scowled at her with his arms crossed stubbornly, their faces only inches apart...

Then Sally burst out laughing. This was too much. Even when they came to his room for a more intimate moment, they managed to get into a shouting match.

"What is so funny?" Wufei frowned, not liking to be the butt of anyone's joke.

Sally smiled and wiped at the corners of her eyes. "We are." She said softly, suddenly nervous. It was alright when they fought and argued but now they were on un-trodden grounds. Sally swallowed and looked up into those onyx eyes. Wufei could be so unfathomable...

Then he did the unexpected. He gave her a small smile.

"I suppose we are." He agreed, surprising her further.

"An agreement!" She feigned shock and place a hand on his forehead. "Hm...no fever. Maybe it's something you ate?" She teased and gasped as he caught hold of her wrist and pulled her against his hard frame.

"Onna no baka." Wufei said softly before his lips came down on hers.

Sally's eyes flew opened wide and her heart pounded thunderously in her chest. His lips were so soft yet so demanding! Wufei flicked his tongue across her lips and she moaned, opening her mouth for his quest. Sally moaned again when his tongue rubbed tantalizingly against hers, turning her knees to jelly. She clutched at his shirt for support and hung on for dear life.

Wufei broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her slender neck, lapping, and sucking randomly, while Sally shuddered in pure bliss. She pulled at the buttons on his shirt and nearly ripped the material off of him. Too many buttons, damn it!

When she had his shirt off, she ran her hands up and down his hard, chiseled torso, loving the feel of soft skin over steely muscles. She gasped when he nipped at her neck and arched into his lean form. Sally moaned as the evidence of his excitement jabbed her hips and she pressed closer, wanting to feel more.

Wufei was not idle; he ran his hand under her halter-top and cupped her firm breast, rubbing gently at the nipple with his thumb. The onna moaned and pressed against him harder as he struggled with the ties at he nape of her neck. Tugged and pull as he might, the damn strings just won't give.

"Let me..." Sally began but Wufei muttered under his breath, and pulled away from her. He spun her around to giving himself a visual on his current mission and frowned.

It didn't look like any knots HE'D ever seen.

"No...here, Wufei, it doesn't work like that." Sally tried to reach for the clasp but her paramour did not feel he needed help. He continued to tug and yank at the clasp/string thing, nearly choking her in the process.

"Wufei! Press here---"

RIP!

"O...kay...that would work, I guess." Sally sighed and smiled. Wufei wouldn't be Wufei otherwise. This was what attracted her to him to begin with.

Wufei smirked his victory and tossed the offending piece of material behind him. He reached for Sally's pants and she hastily move away.

"Er...why don't I do it for you, okay?" She suggested quickly. Wufei frowned and pulled her against him again.

"Then do it here." He whispered against her lips. "I want you right here." He didn't wait for her to respond but plunged her mouth once again.

Sally found coherent thoughts to be next to impossible and quickly divested her remaining clothing as Wufei continued his ravaging of her lips. His hands remained cupped on her breasts possessively, fingers pulling and worrying her nipple mercilessly.

Wufei spun her around and they faced the full-length mirror next to the bed. Her white creamy skin, flawless, contrasting devastatingly against his golden skin. She moaned as he pressed his hot arousal against her bare buttocks and she ground back into the delicious hardness.

"Gods, your beautiful." He whispered into her ears, eyes never leaving their reflection in the mirror. "Perfect." He said softly as he ran both hand down the length of her body, pausing to massage and pinched at the breasts.

"Wufei..." Sally moaned as one of his hands moved between her legs and gently rubbed at the pubic hair. Sally couldn't help but stare at the couple in the mirror. She had never thought she would find it immensely erotic to watch Wufei fondle her, spread her legs, and slip his finger inside her...

Sally cried out as she pressed down onto the questing finger. He was teasing her! He was driving her insane with his touches and there was nothing she could do to stop him. But then again, she didn't want to...she wanted this so badly. She's been in a state of arousal ever since their encounter in the bathroom. Yes!

"Gods, Wufei...oh gods!" She arched back into his hard frame, her head thrown back in abandon.

Wufei continued to rub her clitoris with his thumb while pumping her slick channel with his finger. His eyes never left the mirror as he brought her closer to the brink of an orgasm. He stared at their reflection in fascination as her hot sheath tightened around his finger and Sally quivered uncontrollably. The force of her climax shook her violently and Sally was grateful to find that Wufei's strong arms saved her from becoming a puddle at his feet.

He turned her to face him and kissed her tenderly. It was so gentle, so loving that Sally wanted to cry.

When he broke away, there was a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Liked that?" He asked.

Sally was speechless. Hell, yeah, she like it but did that come out? No! She could only nod stupidly as her body hummed with the effect of his ministration.

"Want more?"

Nod...more nod...hell yeah!

He scooped her up in his arms and moved to the bed.

"W-where did you learn to do THAT?" She was breathless, her whole body still humming from the orgasm. "This past...three years...I mean, you've never...I didn't...WOW..." Stupid brain, Sally scolded herself.

Wufei chuckled warmly and Sally found a gigantic lump in her throat.

"Alright, who are you and what have you done to Wufei!" She pushed half-heartedly at his chest and gave him her best Heero Yuy glare, which wasn't very good.

"Yadda, yadda, yadda." He teased and gave her nose a peck. "Onna, you talk too damn much."

The onna was only too happy to shut up as her mouth was soon occupied with something very hot, and very hard. If someone was listening, moans and cries of ecstasy could be heard all night as the couple discovered the joys and wonders of Moonraven's lemon...

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Meanwhile...Heero and Duo had moved from the closet into their bedroom...

"Fuck! Yes! Damn it, Yuy, Harder!"

"Hn."

"Oh my god! I love you, man! YES! YES!"

"Baaaka."

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Back to our heroes - 3x4

Two lean bodies rubbed tantalizingly against one another on the large silk covered bed. Two forms that united in perfect love and perfect trust... Two loves that would not be denied... Two souls that entwined from the beginning of time... <gag> (AN: I'm sorry, I DON'T know where that came from.)

Back to the story...

Quatre writhed achingly underneath the taller boy as Trowa slipped a lubricated finger between his cheeks to prep him. He had never thought such feelings existed; this feeling of completeness, of being whole. Trowa was all he had ever wanted.

Trowa watched as Quatre thrashed his head from side to side. The blonde's cheeks were flushed, his mouth opened as he moaned at the incredible sensation of being penetrated. Trowa went slow, very slow but his angel didn't seem to have the same idea. The impatient blond wiggled and begged his lover to hurry. Trowa's whole body shook with the effort of his control but that too became obsolete as Quatre pulled his knees up higher, exposing a most erotic view to the taller boy. His erection throbbed painfully and Trowa almost lost it as he watched his fingers pumped in and out of the tight passage.

"Trowa...please, now...please!" The blonde's own aching shaft, quivered and pulsed with need. The engorged head dripping with his desires and he moved his shaking hand to rubbed at it. Trowa gently removed his fingers and took a hold of Quatre's hand.

"No, Quatre...let me." He took a firm grip of the blonde's arousal with one hand while guiding his erection in with another.

"Relax, Quatre. This might be a bit uncomfortable." He warned his innocent love as he pushed in slowly.

Quatre was beyond caring. Trowa had been teasing and probing at his aching opening for a long time. All he wanted now was to rid himself of this emptiness, this hunger. He wanted Trowa to fuck him now.

"Damn it, Trowa! I can survive an OZ interrogation; I can very well survive this! Please!" He rocked his hips up to meet Trowa and the taller boy gave in to the sheer pleasure as the tight, moist heat engulfed him.

"Oh Allah!" Quatre moaned as he rocked harder onto the stiff, hot shaft. "You feel so good, Trowa..." he cried out as the taller boy hit a sensitive spot deep within his body and he shuddered uncontrollably.

Trowa watched as his lover and best friend thrashed wantonly beneath him. He could pound into that incredible heat all day, all night. All he wanted to do that moment was to give pleasure to Quatre. The kind blond deserved everything he could give him and if that meant he had to prolong his own release, so be it. Quatre would have one incredible birthday that he would never forget.

And so it went all night long until they both fell asleep, totally sated...totally fulfilled...

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Meanwhile in Heero and Duo's room...

"Ne, Hee-chan..." Came a very sleepy voice of one Duo Maxwell.

"Hn."

"Do you think that Quat and Trowa did it?"

"Yes."

"Really? And Wu-man and Sally?"

A pause. "Yes."

"Damn! You sounded so sure. How you figured?"

"Baka. I have perfect hearing."

"Really? Damn!"

A pause. "Ne, Heero..."

A sigh. "Nani?"

"How's your perfect stamina?"

Another pause... "..."

"Sugoi!"

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I wrote this a while back and I actually cringed while rereading it. Do let me know what you think...It'd be greatly appreciated.

Bright Blessings...