Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Dolls: The Price of Love ❯ Romance and Roses ( Chapter 4 )
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By: AJ Angelique 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 440 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 440 | Status: Completed
Soul Dolls: The Price of Love
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, so shad 'up!
Rating:
NC-17
Warning:
This is a Yaoi, which means that two men will be making love, if you're homophobic (don't like the idea of two men going at it) I suggest you run as fast and as far as your scrawny little legs can take you bub.
With that said and done, onto the smut!
____________________________________
The Price of Love
AJ Angelique
4) Romance and Roses
When Trowa and Quatre arrived home, they found that they were to dine alone that night. Thanks to the fact that Trowa's mother was off at a friend's house and his grandfather had gone to bed early due to a headache. Yes, Trowa had a bigger family than that, but they lived in their own homes. Even so, Trowa was glad for the time to be alone with Quatre.
So the table was set for two and a few servants brought out a simple meal of roast beef, vegetables and wine. Once grace had been said, the two men began to eat. Yet, even though the meal was very good, Trowa's mind wasn't on the food. It was on Quatre as he turned the woman's words around in his head, mulling them over as he watched Quatre eat his food happily. Other than the clicks of the silver ware hitting the plates, the ticks and tocks of the nearby grandfather clock were the only things that fought off an uneasy void of silence in the old room.
"Is something wrong?" Quatre asked halfway through his meal.
"No," Trowa simply said.
Quatre bit his lower lip as he began to feel uneasy, "Is something wrong with the food, you've barely touched it."
"It's not the food."
"Then, what is it?"
"...you..."
"Me?!" Quatre asked, his voice almost a squeak of surprise.
"Yes. I have done a lot of thinking since we parted with your creator...your mother, so to speak...and I have come to a conclusion."
"And what is that?" Quatre asked curiously. Trowa got out of his seat, approached Quatre's and pulled out his chair so as not only were they face to face but so as Trowa could lean down and grab the arms of the chair, thus trapping the beautiful blonde haired doll.
"I love you," Trowa said and Quatre's breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at the young lord in surprise.
"My..." Quatre started but Trowa's lips, which covered the doll's mouth and sealed it with a sweet wine misted kiss, quickly silenced his mouth. A new wave of surprised washed over Quatre as he felt what he thought was his heart skip a beat and a new warmth spread through his body. The moment would have most likely lasted forever if it hadn't been for the fact that Dorothy entered the room with some fresh wine.
"Oh," she gasped when she saw the two kissing and Trowa broke the kiss to glance at her as Quatre glued his eyes to the young lord's chest as a blush painted itself on his cheeks.
"Forgive me my lord," Dorothy said and quickly bowed.
"It's all right Dorothy, I think we're done with dinner and ready for desert," Trowa said and scooped Quatre up into his arms. Caught off guard, Quatre let out a small gasp and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck to keep from falling.
"As you wish my lord," Dorothy said and took the bottle of wine back to the kitchen to have it placed back in the cellar. At the same time, Trowa carried Quatre out of the dinning room and up the stairs to the second floor east wing where Trowa's room awaited them. Yet when they reached their destination, the only thing that stood between them and the room was a set of double doors. Crafted from stained Oak wood with Cherubs and roses carved into the wood, they hand a set of golden handles. Trowa gave the doors a mild glare as he kept Quatre in his arms and swung his right foot up to place it on the right door handle to open the doors. Once opened, Trowa used his knee to gently push the doors open just enough to allow the two into the room and he could easily close them once they were on the other side.
Various dimly lit gas lanterns revealed a 25-foot wide, 30 feet long and 10 foot high bedroom. The walls were covered in white paint and trimmed in a cream-colored paper boarder that had silver roses painted on it. The floor was covered in a grass green carpet and the ceiling was painted in the likeness of a cloudy day. The walls and windows were edged in crown molding crafted from Cherry wood. The same wood that the bed, dresser, table, standing book shelves and standing closet were made of. While the other pieces of furniture were situated around the room and against the wall, the bed was placed right in the middle of the room.
It was a canopy bed by nature, the posts went nearly all the way to the ceiling as rose peppered vines wound their way up the wood, as was what the wood crafter had intended. It was dressed in shades of midnight and sky blue as its velvet curtains were still tied back against the posts. Rather than on the floor, the bed sat atop a Cherry wood stage that had three steps on all four sides. The young lord carried the doll up the steps and kneeled down on the bed as he placed the younger male on the soft coverings of the bed. As he did so, Trowa found himself enhanced by Quatre as his beauty was enhanced by the faint fire light and the moonlight that filtered in from the windows to the right and the glass paneled double doors that led to the balcony across from the entrance of the room.
As he stared down at the boy, he couldn't believe that the being below him was actually a doll with a human soul that wanted nothing more than to love and to be loved so as it could live happily. So he tucked those thoughts as far back into his mind as one possibly could as he leaned down and kissed the blonde haired beauty once again. Though surprised by the kiss, Quatre soon sighed and melted into the tenderness of the kiss. At the same time, the two began to undress one another as they each started with the other's shirt.
As Quatre removed his shirt that was soon tossed away to the floor, Trowa's hands gently pried the buttons through their buttonholes and pulled the cloth off the young boy's chest so as his warm hands had access to his lover's chest as they continued to kiss. Yet as Trowa's hands rested upon the doll's chest, his brain was still tricked into thinking he was real as his body felt it was made of flesh. Trowa reveled in the softness of his lover's skin as he gently brushed his fingers against the flesh and the kiss was inadvertally halted when Quatre broke the kiss as he began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Trowa asked, confused.
"I'm sorry, but you tickled me," Quatre said as his laughter faded away. Surprised upon hearing this, Trowa's face soon soften into a smile.
"You just keep amazing me Quatre, that's what I love about you so much," Trowa said and kissed the younger boy on the lips once more as Quatre blushed lightly at these words. This kiss didn't last as long for Trowa soon left his lover's lips to a leave of feather soft kisses down Quatre's body as he made his way to the bare chest where he turned his attention on the pink little nipples that stuck out in the air. Trowa breathed lightly upon the sensitive flesh of the right nipple and Quatre shivered in excitement before he gently claimed the tender nub in his teeth. Quatre yipped in surprise as the lord nibbled softly on the nipple, which cause little electric jolts of pleasure to course through his body.
Quatre whimpered lightly as his fragile hands claimed the soft fabric of the comforter and fisted themselves as he withered in sensual agony as the young lord experiment with a series of nibbles, licks and sucks to see what would work best upon the nub of flesh. When he was finished with it, he ringed the outer edge clockwise of the tongue with the tip of his tongue ever so lightly as he trailed his way to the left nipple, which he ringed counter clock wise before he feasted upon that nub as well while he rolled the other nipple around in his thumb and index finger. Once again, Quatre squirmed underneath the young lord as the pleasure rippled through the doll's body again.
Trowa grinned as he was delighted that his work was pleasing his lover. He continued his ministrations upon the doll's nipples for a couple more moments before he finally stopped. Quatre pouted at this as he let out a soft whine, which only brought a small smile to Trowa's face as he slowly trailed the tip of his tongue down Quatre's chest, stomach and made a slow ring around his naval before he finally stopped at the hem of the doll's pants.
TBC
Next
5) Live and Love
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, so shad 'up!
Rating:
NC-17
Warning:
This is a Yaoi, which means that two men will be making love, if you're homophobic (don't like the idea of two men going at it) I suggest you run as fast and as far as your scrawny little legs can take you bub.
With that said and done, onto the smut!
____________________________________
The Price of Love
AJ Angelique
4) Romance and Roses
When Trowa and Quatre arrived home, they found that they were to dine alone that night. Thanks to the fact that Trowa's mother was off at a friend's house and his grandfather had gone to bed early due to a headache. Yes, Trowa had a bigger family than that, but they lived in their own homes. Even so, Trowa was glad for the time to be alone with Quatre.
So the table was set for two and a few servants brought out a simple meal of roast beef, vegetables and wine. Once grace had been said, the two men began to eat. Yet, even though the meal was very good, Trowa's mind wasn't on the food. It was on Quatre as he turned the woman's words around in his head, mulling them over as he watched Quatre eat his food happily. Other than the clicks of the silver ware hitting the plates, the ticks and tocks of the nearby grandfather clock were the only things that fought off an uneasy void of silence in the old room.
"Is something wrong?" Quatre asked halfway through his meal.
"No," Trowa simply said.
Quatre bit his lower lip as he began to feel uneasy, "Is something wrong with the food, you've barely touched it."
"It's not the food."
"Then, what is it?"
"...you..."
"Me?!" Quatre asked, his voice almost a squeak of surprise.
"Yes. I have done a lot of thinking since we parted with your creator...your mother, so to speak...and I have come to a conclusion."
"And what is that?" Quatre asked curiously. Trowa got out of his seat, approached Quatre's and pulled out his chair so as not only were they face to face but so as Trowa could lean down and grab the arms of the chair, thus trapping the beautiful blonde haired doll.
"I love you," Trowa said and Quatre's breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at the young lord in surprise.
"My..." Quatre started but Trowa's lips, which covered the doll's mouth and sealed it with a sweet wine misted kiss, quickly silenced his mouth. A new wave of surprised washed over Quatre as he felt what he thought was his heart skip a beat and a new warmth spread through his body. The moment would have most likely lasted forever if it hadn't been for the fact that Dorothy entered the room with some fresh wine.
"Oh," she gasped when she saw the two kissing and Trowa broke the kiss to glance at her as Quatre glued his eyes to the young lord's chest as a blush painted itself on his cheeks.
"Forgive me my lord," Dorothy said and quickly bowed.
"It's all right Dorothy, I think we're done with dinner and ready for desert," Trowa said and scooped Quatre up into his arms. Caught off guard, Quatre let out a small gasp and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck to keep from falling.
"As you wish my lord," Dorothy said and took the bottle of wine back to the kitchen to have it placed back in the cellar. At the same time, Trowa carried Quatre out of the dinning room and up the stairs to the second floor east wing where Trowa's room awaited them. Yet when they reached their destination, the only thing that stood between them and the room was a set of double doors. Crafted from stained Oak wood with Cherubs and roses carved into the wood, they hand a set of golden handles. Trowa gave the doors a mild glare as he kept Quatre in his arms and swung his right foot up to place it on the right door handle to open the doors. Once opened, Trowa used his knee to gently push the doors open just enough to allow the two into the room and he could easily close them once they were on the other side.
Various dimly lit gas lanterns revealed a 25-foot wide, 30 feet long and 10 foot high bedroom. The walls were covered in white paint and trimmed in a cream-colored paper boarder that had silver roses painted on it. The floor was covered in a grass green carpet and the ceiling was painted in the likeness of a cloudy day. The walls and windows were edged in crown molding crafted from Cherry wood. The same wood that the bed, dresser, table, standing book shelves and standing closet were made of. While the other pieces of furniture were situated around the room and against the wall, the bed was placed right in the middle of the room.
It was a canopy bed by nature, the posts went nearly all the way to the ceiling as rose peppered vines wound their way up the wood, as was what the wood crafter had intended. It was dressed in shades of midnight and sky blue as its velvet curtains were still tied back against the posts. Rather than on the floor, the bed sat atop a Cherry wood stage that had three steps on all four sides. The young lord carried the doll up the steps and kneeled down on the bed as he placed the younger male on the soft coverings of the bed. As he did so, Trowa found himself enhanced by Quatre as his beauty was enhanced by the faint fire light and the moonlight that filtered in from the windows to the right and the glass paneled double doors that led to the balcony across from the entrance of the room.
As he stared down at the boy, he couldn't believe that the being below him was actually a doll with a human soul that wanted nothing more than to love and to be loved so as it could live happily. So he tucked those thoughts as far back into his mind as one possibly could as he leaned down and kissed the blonde haired beauty once again. Though surprised by the kiss, Quatre soon sighed and melted into the tenderness of the kiss. At the same time, the two began to undress one another as they each started with the other's shirt.
As Quatre removed his shirt that was soon tossed away to the floor, Trowa's hands gently pried the buttons through their buttonholes and pulled the cloth off the young boy's chest so as his warm hands had access to his lover's chest as they continued to kiss. Yet as Trowa's hands rested upon the doll's chest, his brain was still tricked into thinking he was real as his body felt it was made of flesh. Trowa reveled in the softness of his lover's skin as he gently brushed his fingers against the flesh and the kiss was inadvertally halted when Quatre broke the kiss as he began to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Trowa asked, confused.
"I'm sorry, but you tickled me," Quatre said as his laughter faded away. Surprised upon hearing this, Trowa's face soon soften into a smile.
"You just keep amazing me Quatre, that's what I love about you so much," Trowa said and kissed the younger boy on the lips once more as Quatre blushed lightly at these words. This kiss didn't last as long for Trowa soon left his lover's lips to a leave of feather soft kisses down Quatre's body as he made his way to the bare chest where he turned his attention on the pink little nipples that stuck out in the air. Trowa breathed lightly upon the sensitive flesh of the right nipple and Quatre shivered in excitement before he gently claimed the tender nub in his teeth. Quatre yipped in surprise as the lord nibbled softly on the nipple, which cause little electric jolts of pleasure to course through his body.
Quatre whimpered lightly as his fragile hands claimed the soft fabric of the comforter and fisted themselves as he withered in sensual agony as the young lord experiment with a series of nibbles, licks and sucks to see what would work best upon the nub of flesh. When he was finished with it, he ringed the outer edge clockwise of the tongue with the tip of his tongue ever so lightly as he trailed his way to the left nipple, which he ringed counter clock wise before he feasted upon that nub as well while he rolled the other nipple around in his thumb and index finger. Once again, Quatre squirmed underneath the young lord as the pleasure rippled through the doll's body again.
Trowa grinned as he was delighted that his work was pleasing his lover. He continued his ministrations upon the doll's nipples for a couple more moments before he finally stopped. Quatre pouted at this as he let out a soft whine, which only brought a small smile to Trowa's face as he slowly trailed the tip of his tongue down Quatre's chest, stomach and made a slow ring around his naval before he finally stopped at the hem of the doll's pants.
TBC
Next
5) Live and Love