Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Losing the Bet ❯ At Night and Outside ( Chapter 1 )

Losing the Bet

Warnings: yaoi, 3x4x5, BDSM

Disclaimers: Gundam Wing characters belong to Mixx Entertainment, Koichi Tokita, the SOTSU Agency, Sunrise, Kodansha and anyone I may have forgotten, not to me. I make no money off of this.

Other Info: All of these bondage positions and accoutrements are real. There is also no angst or abuse. BDSM is not vicious but rather a realm of absolute trust and love. Don't, however, try any of this if you're an amateur or beginner. Especially don't try candle wax or extended suspensions!!! Most of this is advanced play and expert bondage with expensive toys. No cheap handcuffs or simple spread-eagle binds here. If done without any practice or knowledge of what you're doing, you can hurt your sub or yourself.

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A slit of blue light shone in from the half-open door, flickering as the television in the next room switched channels. He strained to hear either of his lovers, Quatre on the couch, Trowa walking nearby, but all he heard was his own breathing around a leather harness gag. The straps locked tight behind his head with the cock attachment shoved in his mouth. Positioned on his knees on the bed, his upper body was bound and leashed to the ceiling so that he bent halfway across the mattress, head down.

The ropes around his arms were made of hemp, the fibers itching on his bare skin, and he turned one way, trying to relieve the pressure on his wrists and shoulders. He wriggled his hands and tried to find the knots with his fingers, but there too many knots nestled in the center of his back. His efforts only made his top half sway a few inches back and forth like a pendulum, his loose hair wisping on his cheeks.

More light poured in, spotlighting him, and he glanced to his left. Trowa stood in the doorway, his bare feet making him all but silent. The taller boy watched him for several seconds, his gaze sweeping over his body.

"He sent me to check on you," he said. "How are you doing?"

He whimpered. Trowa stepped closer and looked for rope burns or stuck fibers. As he walked, the metal links on Trowa's collar and cuffs clinked. He held his hand out, about to touch the rope, when he sighed.

"I'm sorry, Wufei," he said. "He said not to touch you at all."

He whimpered again and swayed closer to his lover, eager for just a brush of skin, a soft breath on his shoulder. Trowa took a step back.

"He'll be done soon," he said. "He won't make you wait much longer. I think this is just to tire us out for tomorrow." He walked around Wufei for a full view. "At least you haven't suffered too much. You've just been hanging here for three hours. He made me clean half the mansion."

His face half-covered by his hair, Wufei raised an eyebrow.

"Cuffed. In a skirt and heels."

Despite his sore muscles and the gag stuffed in his mouth, he started to snicker.

"Trowa," said Quatre, his voice echoing down the hall. "I changed my mind. Add a spreader to his knees and then come back."

"Yes, master." Trowa knelt beside the bed and pulled out a box nearly as long as the mattress. He opened the top, revealing toys ranging from floggers to corsets to saran wrap and clamps, and he pulled out a black bar with several straps on either end. He shoved the box back and stood. "I don't think I'm ever going to play poker with him again. I know he cheated, I just don't know how."

He lay the bar in front of Wufei's knees and pulled one strap around his tan thigh, buckling it tight enough to cinch his skin, making his captive hiss. On the same leg, the second strap bit an inch higher, and as he buckled it Wufei jerked his leg up.

"Hold still," Trowa said. He grabbed the bar and brought it back down. Wufei whimpered again, then louder as Trowa tried to spread his legs out. "Come on, Wu', you know you have to spread more than this."

His whimpers came louder and faster as Trowa took his free leg and pushed it out, building the rope's pressure on his shoulders until the rope was all that held him up, holding him perfectly still. This time the straps buckled tight circles around his thigh. When he felt his lover's hands disappear, he struggled to bring his legs back together, to hold his weight, even just close enough so his thighs weren't sore.

His lover's hand cupped his chin and tilted his head up for a better view. Wufei's eyes tightened as he winced and his whimpers dwindled into panting for breath. He felt a kiss on his temple and his hair was swept back.

"Just a little longer," Trowa whispered. "If you'd only learn to trust us a little."

Once he caught his breath, he opened his eyes and rubbed his cheek on Trowa's hand.

"You're beautiful like this." He smiled as Wufei continued to nuzzle. "Quatre loves it when you're affectionate. We should put you in ropes more often."

He curled his free hand on Wufei's thigh and stroked him down to the straps. Wufei stopped nuzzling and craned his neck back, his body tightening so that the ropes pressed tighter into his muscles. He strained his fingers, wincing as he bucked against the bar, until Trowa put his hand on his back, holding him still.

"Sorry, didn't mean to make you squirm," he said, but he couldn't hide his smile. "Are you really okay?"

Wufei sighed and stared into his eyes, nodding once. Trowa kissed him once and stepped back around, patting his lover's rear end before he left the room and shut the door. Alone again, Wufei whimpered quietly and let his head drop.

He couldn't tell how long he spent in the dark. With the door closed, he couldn't see anything and he couldn't turn and look at the clock. Locked in place, he could only move his head now. He closed his eyes and sighed.

The door opened, throwing a shaft of light over him, and he flinched as his eyes adjusted. When he could look up, Quatre stood silhouetted in the doorway, gently tapping a riding crop against his thigh. He walked in and closed the door again. A moment of darkness, and then the lamp on the nightstand lit the room with a soft pink glow.

For several moments, Quatre did nothing but stare at Wufei. He walked closer, prodding his hands and legs with the crop. His prisoner tensed up as the tip glided up the back of his legs, over his ass, past his shoulders and around his chest. Quatre smiled and held the tip at Wufei's chin, gently forcing his head up.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered.

After hearing a tiny whimper, the blonde removed the crop and let Wufei's head fall forward again. "Poor baby. Would you like me to take out your gag?"

Wufei nodded and leaned his head to one side.

"Hang on." Quatre undid the straps and put his hand around Wufei's throat to hold him still, then took the gag out of his mouth and tossed it on the floor. Wufei groaned and moved his jaw around before closing it. "Better?"

"Yes."

Quatre lay his fingers on Wufei's lips, running them along his mouth. "I love harness gags. They make your lips a little puffy."

"Swollen," he whispered.

"Not much," Quatre said. "Just enough to make you pout." He stretched out on the bed and leaned on one elbow, using his free hand to tap the riding crop against Wufei's chest. "You know why you're tied up here, right?"

"Because my blonde lover cheats at poker?" A flurry of strokes on his cheeks made him wince.

"No," Quatre said, trailing the crop over his lover's lips. "Not entirely anyway. You're here because I'm tired of trying to hold you when you just move back. I go to kiss you and you duck. Trowa touches your face and you shy away."

"That's not true. I hold you," Wufei said. "I'm not cold."

"Yes, you'll hold me. But if I try to hold you..." Quatre shook his head once. "'Fei, I know you'll go down on us eagerly enough, but I can literally count on one hand the number of times you've let Trowa and me go down on our knees for you."

"But--"

"And even when you do, you hold my wrists so I can't do much." He put his hand on Wufei's cheek, cupping his face. "Were you hurt when you were younger?"

"No."

Quatre tilted his head but didn't argue. "Then you're just afraid of someone else being in control?"

"No."

"Mm." He stared into Wufei's eyes. "Then what is it?"

Wufei glanced aside.

"You don't trust us," Quatre whispered.

"That's not true--"

"You trust us with your life," Quatre said. "But maybe not with your heart?"

He didn't answer.

"Well...maybe this week that'll change." He smiled and kissed his prisoner, lightly whipping his ass as he did. Wufei bucked just enough to move close against him. "I have the perfect idea. You probably want out of those ropes now, right?"

"Please."

"Then I hope you do a good job." Quatre set the crop down and took off his shirt, then wriggled out of his pants. He noticed Wufei staring and lowered his gaze. "You know, it's kinda nice with you watching me."

"Are you hiding a smirk or a blush?" Wufei asked.

"I suppose this won't be such a bad week then," Trowa said from the doorway. "He couldn't hurt us if he wanted to."

"Easy for you to say." Wufei shifted again, but he was too tired and only managed to sway a few inches. The rope creaked. "You're only slave for a day."

"Quatre's not the only one who can cheat at cards." He came around Wufei and undid the rope that held him in place, but instead of releasing him, he lowered the rope so that Wufei leaned forward until his lips brushed Quatre's legs.

The blonde scooted lower and ran his fingers through Wufei's hair. "Go on." Warm heat surrounded him and he groaned, tipping his head backward on the mattress. After a few seconds he had to let go of Wufei and put his hands over his own face, digging his fingers through his own hair as he bit his lip.

His own pleasure never took long, but then he looked down at Wufei, hair unbound and around his face, tightly confined on his knees, focused only on him...he groaned and held his breath, his body tensing, a few whimpers coming through his lips, and then he shuddered and relaxed, breathing hard.

"Good enough?" Wufei asked, licking a few remnants from his lips.

"Oh yes." Quatre pushed himself onto the pillow and lay still. "Trowa, he's all yours."

Before Wufei could protest, Trowa lowered him face first onto the bed to muffle him and untied the rope holding him to the ceiling. For a few minutes he only stroked the tan skin he rarely had a chance to touch, unbuckling the bar so Wufei could close his legs. He turned him over on his back and then lay down beside him.

"I don't think I want to let you go yet," Trowa said, petting his hair. "You're fun to tie up."

"Trowa..." He watched his lover untie the knots, one at a time, gently tugging the top ones apart before moving to the next layer. Each accidental brush of Trowa's hands on his skin made him tense up, then relax, then tense up again. When all the ropes came off, he lay still and let his sore muscles relax.

A leather strap wrapped around his throat and pulled just taut enough to sit snug against his skin. "What--?"

"Hold still," Trowa said. He buckled the collar and attached a chain to the collar's ring with a small padlock, then dangled the key in front of Wufei's face.

Wufei made a grab for the key, but Trowa tossed it on top of a cabinet on the far side of the room. Wufei glanced at the length of his chain and found he only had three feet from the lock on the headboard.

"I think we'll keep you here," Trowa said, and brushed a few stray hairs from his lover's face. "For a little while. You need a break anyway, before..."

"Before what?" Wufei rose up on his elbows and looked at him.

"Your training."

Trowa bent forward to kiss him, but Wufei ducked his head. Trowa tried again, but Wufei wouldn't move. He kept his eyes averted as Trowa turned his back to him and snuggled up behind Quatre, yanking up the sheets with a quick jerk. Wufei didn't have to see his lover's eyes to know he was angry. He lay his hand on Trowa's shoulder.

"Tro--"

"Go to sleep," Trowa said, cutting him off. He didn't turn to let Wufei curl against his free side.

Tears burned Wufei's eyes, but he blinked them away and settled on the far side of the bed. Trowa never turned his back to him. Quatre never ignored him. He pulled his pillow into his arms and hugged it, a poor substitute for either of his lovers but perfect for muffling his hard breathing.

On the other side of the bed, Quatre heard Wufei try to hide his quiet crying. He felt Trowa start to turn and grabbed his arm, keeping him still. He met his eyes and shook his head. No. Not yet. Trowa closed his eyes tight and tried to block out his Chinese love. All three of them lay awake for a long time.

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Wufei woke up in an empty bed. He felt a chill through the blankets and tugged them around his shoulders as he sat up. Thick curtains kept the sunlight out, leaving him in a hazy gloom, and the door was locked. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

His leash pulled taut, making him fall back onto the bed, and he rubbed the skin around his collar. "Damn. Forgot." He scooted under the covers in case anyone walked in and lay his head on his pillow, but he didn't fall asleep.

Slave for a week, he thought. He closed his eyes and fingered the collar and padlock. Until they came back, he couldn't go a foot from the bed. The sheets had cooled, telling him they'd been gone at least an hour, maybe more.

The doorknob creaked, then stopped. Wufei froze, holding his breath, then forced himself to relax and breathe deep. He heard the door push open a few inches and almost smiled when he heard his lovers' voices. They hadn't forgotten about him.

"Is he asleep?" Quatre whispered.

"I think so," Trowa said. "Are you sure about--"

"Yes," as if they'd been arguing. "We're not breaking his spirit. We're showing him we love him and that he can trust us."

"And he'll loosen up?"

"If it works."

"And if it doesn't?"

Quatre hesitated. "Then I'll be his slave for as long as he wants."

"Slave to an upset Wufei? You're braver than I am."

Still feigning sleep, Wufei fought his smile down. Their actions were only for show. He would not fight this then. He would make them happy. And when they were satisfied, he would enslave them and make them cry and moan in exquisite pleasure.

"All right," Quatre said. "Let's do this."

The thick carpet muffled their steps and he jerked in surprise as they pulled the sheets off of him. He pretended to wake up, blinking fast and stretching. Trowa reached over him and unlocked him from the bed but attached a lead to his collar. A second later, Quatre straddled his back and pulled his wrists together, handcuffing him.

"Trowa?" Wufei asked, trying to see him.

Quatre's smooth hand fit over his mouth. "No talking. I'm only leaving off a gag so you can whine and beg. Nothing else."

"I don't whine!"

An eyeshade slipped over his face, cutting off all light, and he was pulled off the bed onto his feet. His leash tugged one way and he obeyed, hurried by a hot smack on his backside. When he turned to face whichever one slapped him the leash pulled harder and he struggled to stay on his feet.

"Where are we--?"

The riding crop, he recognized the flat tip, smacked his thighs. He took the hint and hushed.

After a minute, the leash stopped pulling but Trowa's long fingers slipped around his waist. A few more steps and he found himself slowly moving down the stairs. He froze, and they didn't try to force him.

I've gone up and down these stairs every day, he thought. I can do it blindfolded

But now, blindfolded and bound, he froze. They won't let me fall, he told himself. They won't let me fall. They're waiting for me.

He took a deep breath and slid his foot to the edge of the step and down to the next. Trowa's hands kept their hold. Behind him, Quatre held his arm and the railing. He would be fine. He took another step. After a couple minutes, they were on the bottom floor. He couldn't help his sigh.

With his mouth open, he made the perfect target. One of them, he couldn't tell which, stole a kiss and put their fingertips on his teeth, holding his jaw down. He squirmed and shied away, but his foot caught on the carpet and he fell backwards, not onto the stairs but through an open door.

"What?" He felt grass on his back and shoulders. "Where am I? Quatre, your staff--"

"--are gone for the week," Quatre said. "We wouldn't humiliate you, 'Fei."

Trowa picked him up and held him in his arms, letting him relax for a moment. The wind blew over him, cool and soft, and he could hear the birds singing in their trees. The water fountain ran nearby, so he knew they were in the north garden. Completely enclosed.

"I don't want to suspend him yet," Quatre said. "Put him down here. We need to redo his hands."

"Suspend?" Wufei wriggled as Trowa set him down and rolled him on his stomach.

"Rope's in the shed, right?" Trowa asked.

Quatre nodded and watched him disappear into the garden towards the shed in the back.

"What's a suspension?" he whispered.

Quatre brushed his hair from his face and kissed his cheek. "I forgot, we've never played our little games with you before. I suppose that's all going to change." He ran his hand from Wufei's shoulder to his backside and patted him. "If I unlock your cuffs, do you promise to lay still and not run away?"

Grass rubbed his cheek as he nodded. "I promise."

"Good."

Once the cuffs came off, he rolled onto his back and rubbed the marks from his wrists. He raised his hand to his eyeshade, but Quatre grabbed his wrist.

"'Fei..."

"I want to see." He turned his head towards his lover. "Please?"

Instead of an answer, he felt the eyeshade slip off his face. Quatre knelt beside him, fully dressed in his usual pink shirt and brown pants. Across the garden he spotted Trowa coming with an armful of white rope. Trowa wore his usual tight jeans and turtleneck. He turned on his side as they looked at him.

"Will he be naked all week?" Trowa asked.

"All week?" Wufei said. He sat straight and stared at Quatre. "No, that's not fair."

"Makes you feel a little more vulnerable?" Quatre asked. "Don't worry. You'll always be wearing something."

When Wufei smiled in relief, he missed his lover's little smile.

"Lie back," Quatre said. While Wufei did, the blonde took a length of rope from Trowa and stretched it out. He grabbed Wufei's right leg and wound rope several times around his ankle, then bent Wufei's leg so that his ankle touched his thigh. Several loops and knots later, Wufei couldn't move his leg.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Trowa smiled and worked on the other leg. "Getting you ready. A suspension takes a lot of preparation."

After a moment, Wufei couldn't straighten either leg out. Trowa rolled him onto his stomach, repositioning him so the ropes didn't pinch. He gathered Wufei's hands behind his back and bound his wrists. The same rope that tied his arms were fastened to the ones holding his legs, hogtying him. He tried to move and only writhed on the grass.

"This is a type of frog tie," Quatre said. He gave Wufei's butt a little pinch and grinned when Wufei shied his hips away. "It keeps you helpless , but still completely accessible. And it'll make suspending you easier."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Wufei asked, trying not to squirm as he was pinched again.

"Because if we said we're going to hang you," Trowa said, "you'd think your life was in danger."

Before Wufei could ask anymore questions, he picked him up and carried him to the tallest tree in the garden, a gnarled oak with thick branches surrounded by grass and flowers. He set him down again and began looping rope around each knee, as if he was going to drag him across the garden. Quatre worked on adding more rope around Wufei's shoulders and chest, making a kind of rope harness.

For awhile Wufei tried to watch them, looking over his shoulder as Trowa tossed the rope over the lowest tree branch and began pulling. A few seconds later the world turned upside down as he dangled from the branch. Quatre steadied him as Trowa tied the rope off around his waist, and then the two stepped back to admire their own work.

Writhing until he was exhausted, Wufei tested every knot and loop, but he found that his weight only tightened the ropes, and while the ropes didn't hurt, he wasn't very comfortable either. As he relaxed and caught his breath, Quatre knelt so that he could look into Wufei's eyes. His fingers slid alongside the knots and twists, moving from his sides and arms to his face, lingering on his lips.

"You won't stay like this for long," he whispered. "It would start to hurt, so you'll only stay an hour or so."

"An hour--?"

"Hush. No talking." He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and wrapped it over Wufei's eyes, tying it behind his head. "Just hang here for a little while and wait for us to let you down."

"Do I have a choice?"

With his hands on Wufei's face, Quatre kissed him, holding him still. When he let him go, the slightest breeze made him sway a little. "No, no choice at all. You'll stay here until we let you down."

"Don't worry," Trowa said. He patted Wufei's rear end enough to make him sway a few more inches. "By lunchtime, you'll wish you were hanging here again. Now you be quiet and we'll be back soon."

"What, you're leaving?" Wufei shook his head, trying to dislodge the blindfold. He thrashed around, ignoring Quatre's commands to stop, until one of them smacked his ass again.

"Hush," Quatre said. "You don't get a say in this. Be glad I didn't I haven't gagged you."

"Try to enjoy it," Trowa said, and Wufei realized the taller boy must've been in this situation before. "The wind, the quiet, the helplessness. It can be quite calming."

"At least save your strength," Quatre said. He kissed him once more and stood up. "You'll need it later on today."

Their footsteps faded away, and he heard a side door open and shut. "Quatre?" he called out. "Trowa?" No answer. He twisted around again, straining his fingers to reach the knots binding his wrists or ankles. All he got were bruises and sore muscles. He sighed and relaxed, and wondered when they could come back.

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