Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Guild ❯ Chapter 3

Heero threw his door open, waiting for Quatre to enter and pass him before
shutting it. "I really do hope your performance will improve with tomorrow's
tests," he said without preamble or greetings.

Quatre immediately turned to face him, keeping his eyes on Heero's face. "Yes,
sir, I intend that it will." He was determined to show that he'd already
learned some of the lessons.

"Aa." Heero nodded. "Do you know where we are?"

Quatre glanced around, "Your quarters, sir."

"Do you know why we're here?"

"No sir."

Stepping closer to Quatre and sliding a hand down his back to his rear, Heero
said dryly, "Have any guesses?"

Quatre jumped, stepping quickly away, "Um, yes, sir, but I'd definitely rather
not sir."

"Thank you for your input." Heero pushed Quatre against the wall, pulling off
the uppermost jacket of the blonde's uniform. "The decision isn't yours to
make, however."

"Sir?!" Quatre tried to push him away on instinct.

"Pushing me away?" Heero grabbed Quatre by the shoulders. "I thought you wanted
to obey my every command. That's what you said this afternoon."

Quatre stilled. "This...this falls under that?" There were tremors in his
voice but his eyes didn't leave Heero's face.

Heero nodded. "It does. When I said I would control all aspects of your life, I
meant all."

He knew when he was beaten. Quatre slumped against the wall, his head bent.

"Stop that. If you go about it that way, it'll be rape and that's the last
thing I want." Heero sighed, putting a finger under Quatre's chin, tilting his
face up.

Wide eyes looked up, staring at Heero. Quatre knew he'd definitely lost a
handle on the situation, and was confused to say the least. "Then how *do* you
want this to go?"

"Trust me, like you do, or will, in everything else."

He nodded. The defeated slump left Quatre's stance, but he remained still,
waiting to see what Heero would do.

"You misunderstand." Heero unbuttoned the lower shirt of Quatre's uniform,
parting the fabric and sliding it down his shoulders. "I can't teach you
anything without participation. You can't become a pilot without piloting. And
you can't do this by standing there like a statue." His hand trailed down
Quatre's chest, speaking of practice and abundant experience. "Will you pilot
Wing by watching me do it? Will you master it that way?"

"No, sir." Quatre reached out tentatively to unbutton Heero's own uniform.
"So, this is in effect a practical exercise?"

Heero smiled slightly. "In a way." He licked a finger and twirled it around one
of Quatre's nipples. "Ever done this before?"

Quatre gasped in surprise at the sensation. "N-no sir." His hands stilled
briefly, then worked open Heero's tunic with awkward, if swift, movements,
finally managing to get it open. He laid one palm flat on Heero's chest,
looking at it as if he didn't recognize it as his own.

Taking Quatre's hand off his chest, Heero brought it up to his mouth, drawing
in one of the fingers and sucking on it.

"Mmm, oh my..." Quatre moaned as he was pleasantly reminded that it was indeed
his hand. The sensations spread in a warm tingle from his fingers down his
spine, setting his nerve endings to a slow burn.

It was nothing like Duo, and it was driving him crazy. Duo would never say "Oh
my," not ever. Duo might moan, and curse, and says lots of vulgar things or
lots of sappy things, but never "Oh my." Never.

Quatre sensed his distraction. "Sir? What should I be doing for you?"

Heero raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you take care of this?" he asked, motioning
to the bulge in his navy blue pants.

With a near squeak in his voice, his eyes locked on the bulge, Quatre mumbled,
"Um, I'll need direction."

Sitting down on the bed, Heero made short work of the zipper on his pants,
pulling down the boxers slightly to let his erection free. "Just pretend it's a
popsicle," he said in a voice devoid of humour, even though he was trying to be
funny. Sort of.

Quatre sank down to his knees in front of Heero, eyeing him...and IT, with some
trepidation. He reached out and touched it, wrapping his fingers loosely
around to steady it, then leaned forward to lick the head tentatively. Not
being immediately corrected, and the taste not being what he'd expected at all,
Quatre licked again, straight up the underside.

"Yeah..." Heero gasped out, propping himself with a hand behind him on the
sheets. "That's right." He buried a hand in Quatre's hair, weaving the golden
locks through his fingers. "Quatre..."

With growing enthusiasm, Quatre continued to lick. Then acknowleding the
subtle urging of Heero's hand, he took the head in his mouth and sucked.

Heero threw his head back in a silent moan, grasping Quatre's shoulders
tightly. With regret, he pulled away, out of Quatre's mouth. "Not yet," he
managed to gasp out. "Can't come yet..."

"Sir?" Quatre rocked back on his heels, looking disappointed.

Looking at Quatre fiercely, Heero stood up, annoyed with the meek protest. But
he still walked to Quatre, sliding a hand down the back of his pants, beneath
the underwear, to poke and tease at the hidden hole.

"Oh!" Quatre's breathy murmur of surprise didn't slow his hands any as they
stripped away the remainder of his clothes to allow Heero better access.

Reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a small tube, suggested by
Duo... he wasn't going there. Sliding his pants down, taking his underwear with
him, he stepped out, leaving a pool of clothing on the floor. Kicking the
clothes of the way, he coated a finger with the lube and pressed it into
Quatre's entrance slowly, trying not to hurt him.

Quatre gasped, at the oddness of the sensation, but felt no pain. In fact, his
body relaxed beneath Heero's touch. When the first finger gave way to two,
he'd decided that he liked this, and was arching back into the probing touches,
going abruptly still with the shock of pleasure when Heero touched something
inside him. "Wha-what was that?"

Giving Quatre a knowing, slightly unsettling smile, Heero continued, scissoring
his two fingers to stretch the entrance before withdrawing them, lubing himself
generously. He positioned himself, looking into Quatre's eyes. "Ready?" he
asked, teasingly rubbing himself around the opening, never going in.

"Oh, yes, please." Quatre begged, polite even in the throes of passion. He
arched closer, wiggling his hips, trying to tempt Heero to do something,
anything.

Obliging gladly, Heero entered him in one quick thrust, knowing anything slower
would just prolong the imminent pain. He forced himself to stay still,
carefully watching Quatre's ecstatic face.

He lay frozen. Not by the pain, it had been momentary, and was already fading.
No, he was frozen by the wonder of it. He felt full, almost too full, yet he
would not have traded it for the world. He had never felt so complete. He
stared up at Heero, suddenly not content with simply lying here. Quatre
wrapped his legs around him, trying to draw him closer. "Oh my, I...I never
imagined."

"You'll never need to imagine again," Heero murmured, pulling out and slamming
back in, not taking his time. Taking it slow and lovingly was for... was for
Duo. Still, sex was sex, and he couldn't help but admit to himself that it felt
good. He let out a low moan.

Quatre groaned and arched beneath him, meeting his thrusts, urging him to more.
An urgency was building within him and he was being pushed along by it, being
tossed about by the waves of pleasure. A small sound of need escaped his
throat., he was so close...so close to what he wasn't sure, but they were
driving toward it.

Reaching down and wrapping a hand around Quatre's cock, Heero pumped vigorously
in time with his thrusts, his body sheened with a light coat of sweat. He'd
never taken a virgin -- Treize had gotten to Duo first.

The thought made him thrust even harder, flaming a usually-hidden rage within
him. He let none of his anger show, however, and only showed the rest of what
he was feeling: passion. Ecstasy. Lust. "Quatre..."

"Heero!" Quatre's soft voice cried out as his body spent it's passion over his
own stomach and Heero's fist.

"Quatre!" Heero murmured softly, screaming Duo's name in his mind. 'DUO!
DUO!!!!!' He fell back onto his elbows, warring with physical fulfillment and
an emotional black hole.

Quatre lay limp, his satisfied body completely unwilling to move even a
fraction of an inch. His mind was reeling, but one thought predominated.
Maybe it was a blessing to have Heero as his trainer after all.

~End Part 3~