Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dance of Angels ❯ Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own the G boy's, I just borrow them from time to time and return them a whole lot happier. :)

Warnings: sap, little bit of angst, AU, TWT, Lemon, bondage, nothing else I can think of at the moment.

Rating: NC 17

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3

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Notes: This is a sequel to "Dance With Me?" With the large response to the fic and numerous requests for a sequel/continuation of the fic I have relented and this is the result.. I hope you enjoy it and that it lives up to expectations. :)

Authors Note: This chapter dwells mostly on Quatre and Trowa and involves bondage. I suggest if anyone has a problem with that then they don't read. For the rest of you hentai's ;) Enjoy.....

"The Dance of Angels"

February 2003 ShenLong.

Part 2

The air was thick in the club and Heero was beginning to get a headache. He gazed at the dance floor where Quatre and Trowa were currently locked in a loving embrace, swaying gently to the music. The brush of a finger over his arm brought him back and he smiled into amethyst.

"What were you thinking about Heero?"

"Nothing. I was just watching those two." Heero nodded in the direction of their friends.

Duo sighed. "They do make a sweet couple."

"Hn. Not as sweet as us." Heero reached over and stole a kiss.

Duo closed his eyes as Heero's lips brushed his own. "Love you."

Reclining back once more in his seat Heero entwined his fingers with Duo's and continued to watch the dance floor. The crowd was beginning to thin a little, most people taking their leave for the evening. Trowa and Quatre came back to the table and sat down, automatically reaching for a cooling drink.

Duo rubbed his eyes and yawned. "I think it's time for us to head off ne Heero?"

"Hai."

"I think we will be going too." came Trowa's soft tenor and he smiled at his lover. "Someone needs a little reminder on who they belong to."

Quatre squirmed and turned a rather fetching shade of red. "I wasn't that bad." he murmured.

Duo laughed. "I told you not to go flirting with the customers Quat."

"But I wasn't flirting!"

"Oh no?" Trowa's eyebrow raised a little. "Then why did I observe you *touching* another customer then?"

"I wasn't *touching* spluttered Quatre.

"Yeah, yeah... Pull the other leg Quatre... it plays Jingle Bells." snickered Duo.

"But it's the truth!"

"Sure, sure... We know don't we Heero." Duo winked at his partner.

"But I only brushed against him and it was unavoidable as I had to put the drinks on the table." Quatre tried to explain his actions

"Well whatever it was you say you did I'm sure that Trowa will be able to *discipline* you." snickered Heero.

Quatre rolled his eyes. "Great, that's all I need... You two encouraging him."

"Ahhh you love every minute of it Quat." teased Duo.

Quatre went an even deeper shade of red. He couldn't help it if he got turned on with a little bondage. Okay, more than turned on, but he trusted Trowa implicitly, knowing that his *master* wouldn't let any harm come to him. That's why he did tend to flirt a little from time to time, to entice his lover to *play* with him the way he adored and judging by the way Trowa did play with him he enjoyed it just as much.

Trowa stood and took his errant *slave* by the hand. "Goodnight gentlemen. We will take our leave now."

"Night Trowa, try not to play too rough." giggled Duo.

"Come on Duo, I think we should get going as well." Heero stood and wrapped an arm around Duo's waist, pulling him up and closer to his body.

"Okay Hee-chan."

They all headed outside and parted ways in the carpark. Duo and Heero traveling south to the house they had bought on the city outskirts while Trowa and Quatre went West to the apartment they shared.

~ oOo ~

Trowa flicked on the light as they entered the apartment. He closed and locked the door before kicking off his shoes and reaching for Quatre. He took the blonde's lips in a searing hungry kiss feeling the smaller man melt into his arms. They broke apart and emerald stared into aqua. "I need to punish you." came Trowa's husky voice.

Quatre moaned and felt himself harden.

Releasing the smaller man from his embrace Trowa stepped back and ordered, "Strip for me."

Quatre moaned again before quickly complying. Clothes removed Quatre stood in a typical submissive posture, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind his back and head bowed.

"Good." Trowa licked his lips as his eyes raked over Quatre's nude form. He was pleased to note the half hard cock nestled at the juncture of his thighs and he felt his own swell in answer. Taking a deep breath and bringing himself back under control he mentally addressed his *slaves* punishment. "Go to the bedroom and wait for me there."

"Yes master." Quatre moved gracefully across the room and entered the bedroom. He knelt beside the large bed and waited for his master to arrive. Idly he thought about what punishment he would receive this time. He loved the way Trowa disciplined him, the spankings turning him on more than he had ever thought possible. He smiled as he thought of his lover. Trowa never ceased to amaze him. Always trying to come up with new ways to tease and torment him and Quatre adored every minute of it. This was their favorite role playing game, and Quatre had never been happier. He had a man that loved him, someone who wasn't disgusted by his fantasies and a man that indulged him as much as possible. Life was certainly good in Quatre's book. He stiffened a little as he heard Trowa enter the room.

Trowa took a moment to compose himself before following his blonde lover to the bedroom. He paused for a moment in the doorway as he observed the submissive man awaiting him and his breath caught. With Quatre he had discovered all sorts of new and exciting ways to enjoy sex and he blessed the day he had taken Heero to the club for his birthday. Little had he know that he would also be walking out of the club with a *present* and it was a gift he loved deeply. He moved softly to the chest of drawers and rummaged around for a moment. Finding the items he wanted he slipped them into his pocket before moving to the bed. He sat down and looked at his *slave*.

Quatre trembled slightly with anticipation, his cock growing harder as he tried to work out what Trowa was going to do to him this time.

"Stand up."

The order was soft but commanded an immediate response. Quatre stood, head still bowed as he awaited his masters next order. A gasp escaped his lips as Trowa's hand reached out and wrapped itself around his engorged shaft. He tried desperately to control himself and keep his hips still. He hadn't been given permission to move and to do so would cause more punishment.

Trowa stroked the velvet length slowly, marveling that the hardness could feel so soft and silky in his hand, the little droplet of moisture beading at the tip causing his own groin to tighten painfully. He reached into his pocket and withdrew an item. Still stroking the hard shaft he suddenly slipped the metal object over the swollen head and pushed it to nestle snugly at the base of Quatre's cock.

Quatre opened his eyes as he felt to cool metal against his skin and the teasing touch leave him. He groaned softly. A cock ring. Now he wouldn't be able to come until Trowa allowed him to. Somehow Quatre knew he would be doing some serious begging for his release tonight and the thought made him swell further.

Trowa smirked as he saw the look of disbelief of Quatre's face. "Over my knees." he commanded.

Quatre quickly draped himself across Trowa's lap, his cock slipped between Trowa's thighs and the scratchiness of Trowa's jeans against his sensitive organ only heightened his need. The vulnerability of his position driving him mad with desire.

"I have told you before my sweet one that you are not to flirt with anyone but me."

"Yes master. I'm sorry master."

Trowa raised his open palm and looked at the soft creamy globes presented to him. He moaned before bringing his hand down in a stinging slap to Quatre's right cheek.

Quatre jumped slightly and his cock brushed against Trowa's thigh eliciting another moan of pleasure.

Trowa raised his hand again and this time the blow landed on the left cheek. He continued to spank his naughty lover, delighting in the pink hue that appeared on the creamy flesh of Quatre's pert bottom.

Quatre wriggled as his flesh was repeatedly smacked, his cock rubbing against cloth covered thighs and driving him wild with need, the cock ring however preventing his release.

Deeming the flesh to be pink enough Trowa ceased his spanking and caressed the reddened skin. Quatre hissed as the hand massaged his burning cheeks and then moaned as a finger dipped into his cleft. Trowa ran his finger along the length of the cleft, tracing lightly over the hidden entrance before returning again and again. He began to tease the tight ring, pleased with the soft whimpers coming from his lover and the hardness rubbing against his thigh. He reached for the tube on the night stand and quickly coated his fingers before returning to torment some more.

Quatre was panting, his cock wet with desire as his ring was teased. He wanted that digit inside and began to push backwards in an attempt to draw it where he craved the touch the most.

Trowa chuckled, the little siren was doing all sorts of things to his own body and Trowa knew he needed some form of friction himself before long or he was going to go mad. His pushed a finger inside and began to stretch the muscle as he stroked the smooth passage.

Quatre moaned in appreciation and began to wriggle in earnest, drawing the teasing finger deeper as he rubbed his length as best he could against Trowa's thighs.

A second finger followed and the muscle gave, allowing the penetration. With fingers buried deep in Quatre's rear Trowa pulled the other item from his pocket. Removing his fingers he coated the slim length with lube before positioning it at his lovers entrance. Spreading the cheeks with one hand he slipped the item inside.

Quatre jerked slightly as he felt the slightly larger item slide into his depths and then sighed as Trowa worked it in and out. He began to thrust his hips against anything he could to try to gain a little relief from his torment.

Trowa pushed the vibrator deeper and secured the end so as it wouldn't slip all the way inside. With a twist to the base the item began to vibrate softly and push Quatre even closer to the limits of his sanity.

"Ohhh Trowa... Please let me come. I can't take any more, I need release." Quatre begged.

"No. You haven't learnt your lesson yet." Trowa ran his hand across his *slaves* back.

"Please... please... I promise I wont flirt again. Just let me come."

"No. Now on your knees."

Quatre raised himself from Trowa's lap and stood before his master. His hand snaked down to his throbbing cock as he sank to his knees between Trowa's spread legs.

"Don't touch yourself!"

With a whimper Quatre removed his hand and stared with his best pleading eyes at his master.

"You are not allowed to touch yourself or come until I say so."

"But master... please. I can't take much more."

"No. You have been a naughty slave and I am punishing you for that. You will be granted your release but not until I say so." Trowa ran his fingers soothingly through Quatre's golden locks. "Now I have need of that sweet mouth of yours." Trowa reclined back a little to allow Quatre to undo his tight pants. He raised his hips for Quatre to slide the jeans from him, his boxers following the same route and he sighed as his aching cock was finally released from it's confinement.

Quatre eyed the impressive length and licked his lips. He looked again into his masters lust filled emerald. "Suck it." came the order and Quatre eagerly complied. He loved to be filled, whether it was his ass or his mouth he didn't care as long as he had a hard shaft buried in one of his orifices he was happy. He swirled his tongue around the engorged head, tasting the nectar that was oozing from the small slit before hollowing his cheeks and sucking the length in deep. He swallowed as more of Trowa's length slid into his mouth and down his throat.

"Damn you're good at deep throating my sweet slave." Trowa's hips were rocking slightly as sensations burned their way along his shaft.

Quatre smiled around his mouthful and hummed lightly in appreciation.

Trowa jerked his hips in response to the extra stimulus.

Moving over the rigid flesh Quatre continued his oral worship, sucking lightly, swirling his tongue, licking along the shaft before plunging it deep again. His own cock was heavy with need, the pre come dripping steadily onto the carpet below, his balls aching and his nerves singing from the vibrations of the toy lodged within his passage. All logical thought had left as Quatre became a true slave... a slave to his own body's needs and the needs of the flesh before him.

Trowa was enjoying every minute of the assault, his body responding with vigor and he knew he had to stop Quatre now or else he would shoot his load in his slaves mouth and not his tight ass where he longed to be buried. He placed a hand on Quatre's head and gently pushed him back. "Enough." he whispered.

Quatre mewled in protest at having his treat taken from him and looked up at his master. "Was I not doing it right?" he asked coyly.

"You're doing it too damn good my little pet. I want to be buried in your tight heat when I come. Now on the bed and on your fours."

Quatre eagerly complied. He scrambled from the floor and climbed on the bed where he arranged himself for his master to take him.

Trowa stood and removed his shirt. He took the lube and coated his length liberally as he observed the blonde. On his fours as requested, ass high in the air, legs spread as wide as he could get them in invitation, the end of the toy still visible and vibrating softly.

Trowa moved to the bed and knelt behind his lover, he slipped the toy from the silky passage causing Quatre to moan with the loss. The moan soon changed to a cry of delight as the toy was replaced with Trowa's thick cock. Gently he eased forward. The slim vibrator had loosened Quatre's passage considerably but it was no where near as thick as Trowa's penis and it was still a tight squeeze. Trowa continued to press forwards, taking his time as he was enveloped into the silken warmth of Quatre's body. Pausing for a moment to give the blond time to adjust he tried to bring his own desire back under control.

Quatre felt full, a feeling he craved and adored. Trowa had once punished him by slipping a butt plug inside and making him wear it for twelve hours straight. The plug had nearly driven Quatre insane with need. The cock ring he had also worn preventing him from release until his sadistic lover granted it. Walking had been a nightmare, the tip of the plug had pressed against his prostate on more than one occasion and to make it worse Trowa had subjected him to doing the shopping at their local supermarket while in this condition. The effort of controlling his moans and needs had been a strain and he had vowed never to make his lover jealous like that again. Secretly though he had loved every minute of it, the very thought that he was in public with a cock ring on, fully aroused and plugged had only added to his torment. Needless to say when he had finally been allowed to come the orgasm had been so intense he had blacked out and remained unconscious for two hours.

He pushed backwards to let Trowa know he was ready and was rewarded with a roll of Trowa's hips.

Trowa took a firm hold of the blonde as he began his withdrawal. When only the head of his cock remained inside he paused and then plunged back into heaven. The tight muscles of Quatre's rear massaged his length, squeezing gently and encouraging him to move faster and deeper. Trowa moaned and began to rock his hips.

Quatre tried to push back and gain more of Trowa inside but Trowa's hands held him still. He whined in protest. Trowa soothed him by stroking his flank. "I want more of you Trowa."

"Hush. You have all of me inside." Trowa began to snap his hips, driving himself deeper into Quatre's hot channel, hitting his prostate and pulling screams from his throat.

Quatre collapsed forwards onto his forearms, unable to sustain his upright position any longer. His body trembled with the force of their coupling as well as his need to release himself. "Please Trowa..."

"Not yet." Trowa grunted as he continued to thrust, the rhythm building as sensations caressed his very soul. He could feel the end drawing nearer and as loathe as he was to reach it he also craved it. With a scream he came, his essence pulsing from his cock to be swallowed by Quatre's channel. Trowa slumped forwards as his body twitched and hummed with his orgasm. He rode the last waves, enjoying every moment before finally lying still. His breathing returned to normality and he lazily withdrew. Satisfied he watched as Quatre, still bent over with eyes closed tried to hold his begging at bay.

Trowa ran a finger down the crevice and played with his seed that had begun to leak from the blonde's rear. With a satisfied smirk he moved to the side. "Sit up." he commanded.

Quatre did as he was told, his limbs a little shaky, cock bobbing angry purple between his legs.

"Play with yourself."

Quatre bit his lip. "Master?"

"If you wish to obtain your release you need to play with yourself."

Silently Quatre obeyed. His finger's wrapped around his shaft and he began to stroke, thumb slipping over the head and spreading the leaking fluid.

Trowa relented, seeing how desperate his lover was and reached forward stilling Quatre's hand. He swiftly removed the cock ring. "You may come."

Quatre needed no second invitation. His hand resumed its action and within seconds he shouted out Trowa's name as his seed erupted to pool over his hand and belly. With his climax hitting him hard Quatre's vision became tainted with darkness and he passed out with the intensity.

~ oOo ~

Duo blinked his eyes open sleepily and focused on the small clock. It was ten in the morning. He gave a yawn and snuggled back into the strong arms that were wrapped around his waist, Heero was still asleep. He mused over the previous evening and a smile came to his lips. He had managed to get Heero to loosen up a little over the past months and taught him a few basic moves of the dance and Heero was becoming a good dancer. Duo had no doubts that the Japanese man could become a successful dancer like himself if he really wanted to. He had the looks and the body for it as well as a natural air of seductive mystery around him.

Heero didn't have to try to be sensual.... That was automatic whether Heero was aware of it or not. He simply oozed with the stuff. Duo sighed softly, while he would never push his partner into doing something he was uncomfortable with he couldn't help the longing he felt to have Heero dance with him on stage. The dance they had shared last night, granted it had been a spur of the moment thing, had shown Duo that Heero could be just as erotic as any of the club's employed dancers. Oh well, if Heero didn't want to do it then Duo wasn't about to force him to; but that didn't mean they couldn't dance a duet at home.

Duo smiled at that. The house they had bought was reasonably isolated, sitting on the outskirts of the city it had a couple of acres of land with it and was set back from the road. Their neighbors were far enough away for them not to be disturbed yet close enough should assistance be required in an emergency. Not that Duo could foresee much happening in that department. With Heero's security skills the place boasted the latest in technology.

The house had another advantage. A large basement... a very large basement. They had converted it into a studio with mirrors along one wall, sound system to rival the clubs and a smooth dance floor. This was where Duo worked out and perfected his routines. With his popularity increasing he needed to come up with new stuff all the time. He would use his basic routine and take some parts from it, replacing the movements with new ones. The continuous search for new music also took place here.

A small section of the room was devoted to a training area with weights and mats for Heero to work out and keep in shape. Heero had taught Duo a few basic self defense moves and Duo had discovered the joy's of lifting weights to improve his upper body muscle tone. To say he was pleased with the results was an understatement. His body had never been in better shape, the dance keeping him fit and his legs trim while the weights improved the upper torso and increased his lung capacity thereby increasing his stamina. And he had had several chances to test his stamina.

Heero was a kind and thoughtful lover. They had shared many hours of slow torturous lovemaking and Duo reveled in it. After each performance he was always aroused and Heero made sure he was available to take the edge off.

A soft kiss to the nape of his neck brought Duo from his thoughts and he rolled over to partake of a proper morning kiss.

Heero pulled his lover closer as he deepened the kiss. Satisfied he had explored every inch of his koi's mouth he smiled into amethyst. "Morning Duo."

"Mmmm... Morning Hee-chan."

"What time is it?"

Duo glanced at the clock again. "Ten fifteen."

Heero yawned, pulling away from Duo he stretched his sleep warmed muscles before scratching idly at his chest. "Want some breakfast?"

"Love some." Duo lay on his side observing his lover.

"Okay." Heero tossed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He paused for a moment and rubbed his hands through his hair and over the light stubble on his chin. He needed a shave. Standing he padded to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Duo watched him go. He heard the sound of the toilet seat being lifted and the steady flow as Heero went about his morning ritual. The flush came next followed by the sounds of water running in the sink. Duo heaved himself from the bed and followed into the bathroom.

Heero had lathered up his face and was busy scraping through the white foam when Duo entered and paused at the toilet. "So what would you like to do today?"

Duo continued to relieve himself as he spoke. "I need to practice some new steps and there's a new track I would like to try out and see if it's any good for a routine." He pushed the small button and washed his hands.

Heero quickly finished his shaving and rinsed his face. Applying the cologne he winced a little with the sting. Duo had gone back into the bedroom and was just finishing off making the bed when Heero reappeared. Duo had slipped on a pair of cut off denim shorts, his hair was coming loose from its braid and he wore nothing on his torso. Heero slunk up behind him and wrapped his arms about his waist, pulling him back against his strong chest. He kissed the warm cheek. "Want me to do your hair for you?"

"I'd like that Heero." Duo moved away and sat on the bed.

Heero picked up the brush and climbed behind Duo. He released the mane and began to work through it with his fingers first, detangling the worst of the knots. Satisfied, he brought the brush up and began the task of taming the strands.

Duo closed his eyes and purred softly. His mind wandering again to the new routine he was working on. It was coming along nicely but it would be a while yet before it was perfected enough to actually use. The heavy rope of hair being placed over his shoulder told him Heero had finished and he smiled at his lover. "Thanks."

"No problem. I enjoy doing it." Heero replaced the brush and gave Duo a quick peck to the lips. "I'll go start on breakfast."

Duo followed him to the kitchen and filled the coffee machine while Heero raided the 'fridge for their breakfast. Staring out the window into the back yard, coffee in hand Duo enjoyed the peacefulness of the morning while the smells of bacon, eggs and toast wafted to tease his nostrils. He was happy. This was what he wanted, a successful job, secure home and someone to love and take care of him. Not that he wasn't capable of taking care of himself. They took it in turns to cook and shared the rest of the domestic chores. Heero hated doing laundry but Duo didn't mind, likewise Duo couldn't stand the vacuum cleaner, it made him sneeze but Heero was quite happy to run around pushing the object in front and sucking up the dirt and dust.

"It's ready."

Duo turned and poured a fresh cup for himself and topped Heero's up while Heero fetched the salt, pepper and sauce from the cupboard. They sat at their small table with the sounds of nature and ate in silence. Food consumed they sat back and relaxed for a few moments before Duo got up and began to do the dishes. With the kitchen back in order Duo filled his cup once more and went outside into the fresh morning air. Heero was already out there, sitting at the small table under the large tree reading the morning paper. Duo sauntered over and plonked into the other chair. The sun played across his face and warmed his back.

"Anything interesting in there?"

Heero looked up. "Not really. Just the usual news. The big vid store in town was held up, a fatal car crash, the petrol price is going up and the president is off to another country for a summit meeting."

"I'm sorry I asked." chuckled Duo.

"Would you like some help with your routine?"

Duo swirled the liquid in his cup. "If you want to Heero. I have a couple of moves I want to try and it would be good to se what you think of them."

"Hai. I was going to have a workout afterwards so I'll join you when I'm done if you like."

"Sounds good." Duo stood and dropped a kiss to Heero's head. "I'm gonna get started. I'll see you when you come in."

Heero watched as his lover returned to the house. Staring again at the paper but not seeing the words he thought of Duo and the dance they had shared last night. He felt a tingle pass through him as the cheers and applause drifted through his head. If he was honest about it he had enjoyed it. It was a different kind of adrenaline rush and if he wasn't careful it was the kind he could find himself becoming addicted to.

Folding the paper he tossed the remains of his cold coffee to the ground and went inside. He needed to workout and he had promised to help Duo.

~ oOo ~