Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 33

Title: The Missing Piece

Author: Skeren Dreamera, with Bagelbunion co-writing

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/ Mediaminer.org (under Skeren Dreamera) http://www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html

Category: Sci Fi additions, Yaoi/Shounen Ai

Pairings: 5x2, 3x1, 4x3, 3x4x1 2+6, 4+6, 1+6, 1+2 only kinda

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me, it would be pointless!

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Soon. Very soon there shall be! ::Cackles::

Warnings: None this chapter, except maybe OOC to a degree, but that will apply through the entire story line. Gunplay?

Contact: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: *thoughts* The second, Lemony part of this scene. Yes, there is another part that deals with this little issue. It's all about Heero for this little sex scene. ::smirks::

Begin part thirty three

"What... Is he talking about?" Heero opened his dark silver flecked eyes to look at Trowa, giving the other boy his first unblocked look at the interesting aspect of getting him aroused.

"I don't know." Trowa shrugged and let his arms drop to his sides as he flopped down next to Heero, placing one hand on Heero's stomach. He gave Heero a very seductive look. "But he had better hurry."

"Afraid I'll flee while he's gone?" Heero smirked, shivering as he drew his hands up over his head again, lazy body relaxed.

"Yeah." Trowa admitted while his own thoughts turned inwards. He relaxed into the bed, eyes shut.

Heero waited until Trowa's eyes closed before sliding out of his shorts, managing not to make noise or jostle the bed as he shimmied out of the tight material. He then carefully slid his gun up his chest, the grip cradled in his palm as he slid the metal up his skin. "I'm not leaving."

"Hmm..." Trowa murmured along with a few other words that were insensible, not even giving Heero a glance.

Heero had to smirk, Trowa was in for a suprize when he finally looked at Heero. Heero took advantage at his lack of supervision and slid the gun down again, legs parting as he fondled his around aroused state with the dark weapon. Trowa sighed softly, oblivious, and reached out with a hand to snuggle up next to the brunet. Heero chuckled softly, tapping the hand with the gun before returning it to its former use, not having allowed Trowa to move more than an inch or so.

Trowa opened his eyes and looked at Heero, blinking as saw exactly what Heero was doing. *Holy Fuck...*

Heero saw the expression and gave Trowa a seemingly innocent smile as he hummed a low note, his hand trailing the gun down just behind his sensitive balls and rubbing along the back of them. Then he dipped a little lower, his erotic attention to himself completely blanked from his face, though his eyes were starting to droop as his breathing picked up.

*Whoa... I had no idea Heero was so...kinky.* Trowa watched, absolutely enthralled as his own hand trailed to his erection at the little show he was getting.

Heero was liking this experiment so far, and he finally stopped trying to hold up his expression, eyes closing. His head tipped back on the bed as his gun dipped that little bit lower, making him shiver as he ran the barrel against that untouched area of himself, his other hand still tossed up over his head as he avoided his aroused state with a vengeance.

"Heero..." Trowa suddenly moaned as he began to stroke himself, eyes fixed on the sight.

"Geeze, I can't leave you two alone for a minute!" Quatre admonished as he plopped himself back on to the bed next to Trowa, a small bag in his hands. He was grinning wildly.

Heero kept his head tipped back, his eyes cracking open with a faint smile as he looked at Quatre, his gun trailing along the inside of his thigh and back as he further parted his legs. He still didn't touch his arousal though, and he was clearly waiting for something. "What did you get?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Quatre teased and swung the bag back in forth in his hands.

Heero batted his eyes at Quatre, trying that tact, and with his gun trailing against his bottom again, it actually looked erotic rather than silly. "Please tell me?"

Trowa moved behind Quatre and wrapped his arms around Quatre before he began to kiss his earlobe with a purr. "I'd like to know."

Quatre giggled and leaned back, grabbing Trowa's head to encourage him. "Alright, but only since you both asked so nicely. Come here Heero."

Heero rolled onto his belly, his hand moving away from himself as he came into a kneel on the bed, cat crawling the short space to Quatre in a boneless action that was decidedly unintentional. It was like the boy exuded sex when he wasn't being cold. Quatre purred at the sight of it, and reached out to grab Heero's chin, pulling him into a kiss. Quatre had to bend over slightly to do so and rubbed his cleft over Trowa's own arousal with the action. Trowa moaned loudly. Heero whimpered, leaning on his hands, one still clasped around the gun as he returned the kiss, drawing his legs under him so he was leaning up off his knees.

Quatre pulled away, his cheeks flushed. He tipped out the contents of the bag onto the bed in front of Heero and himself. He smiled as picked up a curious black object. "I brought this for you Heero. I think it might help you."

Heero, prying his eyes open, looked to the object in curiosity, then back to Quatre in confusion since he didn't have that item in his extensive knowledge. "What is it?"

"It's called a cock ring. You put it on your," Quatre giggled. "Well, your 'cock' hence the name. It keeps orgasm at bay." He held it out for Heero to touch; hoping that could make the boy more comfortable with the idea.

Trowa watched with interest then suddenly laughed. "You kinky little nympho! Where'd you get all this stuff?"

Heero was far more interested than expected, plucking it out of Quatre's hand as he clasped the gun between his knees, freeing his other hand to turn the ring between his fingers. "How do I put it on?"

"Here. I'll show you." Quatre grabbed Heero's hands in his own and showed Heero how to clasp it onto himself. "I've had it, Trowa." He smiled warmly at Trowa. "I brought one for you too." He held it up and dangled it before Trowa's face.

Heero leaned forward a bit; picking up two larger rings that matched the one that had been slipped onto his aroused state. "And these?"

"These ones are the other part of the set. Would you like to try them?" Quatre grinned at Heero and just heard Trowa's comment.

"I don't need that Quatre." Trowa shifted gears a moment and shook his head. He couldn't believe that until-last-night-virgin-Quatre actually had these things.

Heero looked back to Quatre with them in his hands. "I wouldn't mind."

"Alright." Quatre put them on Heero, going slow so Heero could see how they worked. "What else can we play with?" He asked the question more to himself than to them as he sorted through the pile.

Heero shifted his weight a little, spreading his tanned thighs further apart as he pulled the gun free, returning to his almost absent self stroking along the inside of his thighs while he watched Quatre. The closest thing he'd ever come to showing a nervous gesture.

"See anything that interests you Heero?" Quatre asked as he picked up a pair of handcuffs. "I brought these for you." This comment he directed at Trowa.

Heero rested the hand with the gun on the covers and leaned on it, poking at a few of the other things that Quatre had. "What are they?"

"Some various toys I've had. Ooh." Quatre picked up a small bullet shaped item. "This is fun." He held it up and placed it in Heero's hand.

Heero lifted the toy and eyed it. "Just what am I supposed to do with this?"

"I don't know if you're ready for this one yet, though. It vibrates." Quatre squeezed it twice and it kicked on, with a small hum. "You are supposed to insert it into yourself. See? That's why it has this string. So it doesn't get lost ya know?"

Heero blinked then, a slow smirk crossing his face as he handed the toy back to Quatre. He had an idea. "I'd rather try something else first."

"You just happen to have all this stuff?" Trowa still couldn't believe it.

"OH?" Quatre leered, "What did you have in mind?" He suddenly leaned forward and squeezed Heero's cock.

Heero shivered, shifting his weight from side to side as he further parted his legs, and his lashes lowering as he found himself suddenly shy, his fingers turning the readied weapon. "Something of an extension of what I've already tried."

"Hmm?" Quatre continued to stroke Heero, more gently this time.

Heero peeked up, dipping his head a little. "Could you put all that stuff somewhere else for the moment?" Heero pulled a jar of what appeared to be a sort of flavored lube from the pile with his free hand after he said that, turning so his profile was facing the pair while he studied the bottle.

"Sure." Quatre replied and picked his treasures up and put them back into his bed, but left the handcuffs out, giving Trowa a sly look as he did so.

Trowa shivered. "No Quatre."

Quatre grinned and moved the cuffs up to rest on one of the pillows. *We'll see.*

Heero glanced at the pair out of the corner of his eyes and considered the items in his hands for another moment before rolling off his heels to settle against the bed, knees bent. He seemed fascinated with his private ideas and flipped the bottle open, resting his gun against his chest to free both hands. Trowa lay back on the bed, chest down, and turned to watch Heero.

Heero seemed to be in his own little world, fascinated eyes flipping open the bottle and pouring a little of the flavored gel onto a finger, before he brought it to his lips and gave a questing lick, a faint smile following. He then poured a little more of the gel onto his fingertips before rubbing them together, his other hand flicking the bottle closed. Then his dry hand trailed idly down his body, flicking past his groin as he gained a considering light in his eyes, a little groan on his lips. Quatre watched, absolutely fascinated, and cast little glances to Trowa every so often, wondering if he should offer his assistance or just let Heero explore.

Trowa grabbed the bottled and read the label. "Raspberry." He licked his lips and decided to take a taste, pouring some on his own fingertips.

Heero tipped his head back with a little sigh as he flicked dark eyes from Quatre to Trowa, gauging their reactions to his actions. He had by no means forgotten their presence. After another second of the dry fingertips, he lifted them away. Trailing the hand back up his form as he repeated the first motion with the flavor covered fingertips, then touched himself with the gel, relaxing into his own touch as he slid one of his wet digits within himself, and he closed his eyes partially. Yes, he could do this all right.

"You want a hand Heero?" Trowa asked softly, almost afraid of the reaction that Heero would give since he didn't want to make him stop. He scooted closer.

Heero quirked his lips ever so slightly as he shook his head, though he didn't pause his actions, gaze flickering to his gun before he added a second finger to himself. He was seriously wondering over himself, but now that he'd gotten started, he wanted to carry through.

Quatre giggled faintly. "Would you like a hand Trowa? Seems like you need one..." Quatre moved over to Trowa, passing a little smile towards Heero as he did so.

"Yes." Trowa moaned and pulled Quatre close to him for a kiss.

Heero groaned a little as he took in Quatre and Trowa's words, but that just made him shiver as he realized they were no longer focusing on him before, letting him get more bold. This was good. He slid his fingers from his bottom and lifted them up above him, the wetness on his fingers and palm oddly pleasing to him as he picked up his gun with his dry hand, then ran his damp fingers over the barrel while the other two were distracted. He'd have to clean it later anyway. Then, he moved the weapon down, replacing his fingers with the currently chilled metal and a deep throaty moan. Definitely an Uke at heart was Heero. That moan pulled Quatre out of his admiration of Trowa's body and looked over at Heero. He nearly came at the sight. Heero tipped his head back, experimentally thrusting the weapon, and arched as he hit that little spot inside, his eyes closing with a whimper. It didn't hurt that he knew exactly what he was using. He trailed the damp fingers up his throat before uncurling his arm over his head; back still arched into the self-pleasing bow. With all this you'd think the boy would love orgasm, but no, not him.

"Damn... That is erotic..." Trowa whispered to Quatre. Quatre nodded furiously, too overcome with pleasure to form a coherent response at the moment.

Heero managed to pry passion fevered eyes open then, looking at the pair as he purred softly in his throat. "Still want to help?" It was so low the pair could hardly hear it, and he gave his gun another thrust before closing his eyes with a gasp.

"Fuck yes!" Trowa growled and tossed Quatre none too gently down to the bed before he pounced for Heero.

"I'd love to help you Heero." Quatre flopped back to the bed, landing with a soft "oomph" on top of Heero's ankles.

Heero trailed his fingers so they were barely holding the gun inside his body, and he settled his back slowly against the bed, his spread legs and wanton posture just screaming for touch. It was also clear he was willing to give them control over the gun that, currently, could easily kill him if one of them got careless.

"Trowa!" Quatre scolded Trowa before he turned his attention to Heero.

Trowa settled between Heero's legs and placed a hand on the gun. He looked back up Heero's face. Heero's barely open eyes met Trowa's and he mouthed 'I trust you ' again before sliding his hand away from the gun putting it next to his other hand.

"You sure you wanna use the gun Trowa?" Quatre was suddenly very nervous. "I have lots of toys that are better suited for that purpose."

Trowa felt his heart nearly melt again and shook his head. "He likes the gun Quatre." Heero turned his head, looking to Quatre with a hooded gaze before he then he lifted his hips a little against Trowa's hand with a small whimper. Trowa slowly began to slide the gun back and forth feeling just a little weird about using a gun... It would only go in so far... Then he shrugged it off. He leaned down and gave the head of Heero's cock a small lick. It was felt good, and he felt safe between the cock bindings and the dangerous gun. Heero arched up his back into the lick, his gaze falling from Quatre as he made the motion before his eyes closed.

Quatre scooted closer and placed his hand on Trowa's arousal then began to pump slowly. Trowa threw back his hand and moaned loudly at the sensation, his hands reaching out for Quatre and stopping the motion on Heero's gun. Heero opened his eyes, taking a deep shuddering breath as he made a choice. He slid the gun from his depths, shuddering over the feel as it left him empty and he circled the rim of the metal with his fingertip the brought the finger to his lips. Heero was quick to do it when Trowa wasn't touching. Trowa moaned, his hips flexing into Quatre's touch. He had enough cognitive thought to wonder where the lube was located as he opened his eyes to see Quatre staring back at him, smiling.

Heero rolled over onto his stomach; dark gaze intent on the other two as he languidly used his tongue to give the gun a slow, less than thorough cleaning. He already knew it would need more, but didn't care at the moment. He was watching. Quatre turned to look at Heero seeing that he was looking back at him and drawled out his question. "Did you need something?" Heero tilted his head, licking down the length of the gun again as he gave a slight shrug. He had a decidedly wicked light in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. "How about me?" Quatre offered and let go of Trowa to trail one finger up and down Heero's erection slowly.

"Quatre!" Trowa whined as he rested his palms on the bed and took a deep breath.

Heero quirked an eyebrow, shuddering into the touch. He was so sensitive even the slightest touch was terribly good feeling, causing him to whimper and spoil his questioning expression. Heero moved a little closer, resting the wet weapon beside Quatre's head as he came up to his knees, leaning forward to kiss the blond. Quatre responded enthusiastically and pulled Heero's hips forward into his own, rubbing their arousals back and forth. Heero shuddered again, whimpering lowly as Quatre rubbed his body against him when all he was after was a kiss, though apparently Trowa got a good view of his tight bottom, since his legs were folded under him in an instinctive straddle of Quatre's legs. Quatre moaned loudly and pulled away from the kiss. One of his hands trailed down between Heero's cheeks and began to rub back and forth, his fingers seeking Heero's entrance. He watched Heero's face carefully, raining little kisses over it every so often.

Heero's eyes slid shut with a groan, his forehead dropping against Quatre's shoulder as his entrance was found. A hard shiver wracked his form as his sensitive nerves hummed with the contact. Quatre stuck one finger in and slowly pulled it back out before repeating the action slowly, glad that Heero had already lubed himself up. Heero finally leaned into Quatre, nuzzling at his neck and whimpering softly, his lips kissing all over, then he's struck with that urge again, his teeth coming down at the juncture of neck and shoulder in a bite, not enough to draw blood though.

"Ouch." Quatre yelped softly and his fingers stopped their ministrations, wondering why Heero was biting him. Heero lifted his head with a small, pleased grin. His eyes traced over the forming bruise rather proudly. He was only disappointed though that Quatre had found it more painful than pleasing. Trowa snickered from his position where he was watching, stroking himself slowly.

Heero dipped his head, extracting himself from Quatre's embrace as he turned so he can see them both. He was quite nearly pouting. "He didn't like my biting."

"I prefer to get my pain in other ways, Heero." Quatre clarified. "Now, come back here, so I can discipline you for it properly." Trowa's eyes widened and looked over at Quatre silently wondering where the handcuffs had gone. Heero peered more closely at Quatre. His mind was rather clouded with pleasure, and he didn't even think before moving forward, the commanding tone reaching into his haze and moving him back within Quatre's reach.

"That's better." Quatre replied as he ran a hand through Heero's hair. "Trowa? Would you be a dear and fetch my bag of tricks?" Quatre turned back to Heero then began to rub his thighs occasionally touching Heero's cock lightly, teasing. Trowa nodded and retrieved the bag, setting it down next to Quatre and pulling back with an amused grin on his face. Heero's eyes fell closed, the only thing even remotely threatening about him in his current state being the gun, and that was like a piece of him, though armed, it seemed less than dangerous in his hands. "Now." Quatre searched through his bag again before pulling out two small items with long tassels on them. "Relax Heero, I'm going to put these on you. They're called nipple clamps." Quatre leaned forward, but then paused and grinned. "Ne Trowa? You wanna help me with this?"

Heero managed to pull his eyes open, his dark gaze resting on the items in Quatre's hands with less than a glimmer of realization of his words. He was starting to inch past being able to understand his surroundings, he just understood that it was feeling very good to get all the attention. Trowa nodded and moved over to sit behind Heero. "Sure. I'd love to help."

"Good." Quatre leaned forward and gave Trowa a kiss. "Make those," Quatre indicated Heero's nipples, "Hard for me." Heero turned his head to look from Trowa to Quatre; it barely took a touch to get any reactions out of him now, and considering how long they'd been playing around since waking... There was good reason. The other two had chances to calm down, but by his own choice he hadn't. Trowa did as asked but left his hands on Heero's waist, smiling to himself as he kissed the back of Heero's neck. Quatre purred and put the clamps on Heero, moaning as he pulled on the tassels. Heero dipped his head forward, exposing more of his neck for kissing, then his back arched as he felt the actions on his nipples, whimpers falling from his lips. That was incredibly attention getting...

"Do you like these?" Quatre gave them a harder yank as he spoke. He had completely forgotten his other toys on the bed that he had wanted to play with, entranced by Heero as he let himself be a living toy. Heero whimpered low back in his throat again, his hands fisting a bit, one on the gun, the other finding covers. He was panting now and shivers were constantly assaulting him. It was suprizing he'd stayed on his knees.

Trowa felt it and slowly pulled the shaking boy into his lap, holding him under his arm as he lost balance on his kisses. "I think he likes it Quatre."

"Mm..." Quatre threw back his own head and shivered. He grasped the tassels again and pulled, enjoying the backwash from the action. Heero allowed his muscles to untense then, he was still a quivering mess of arousal, but Trowa was holding him up. Of course, the tugs on his nipples were going straight to his groin. He wriggled against Trowa's lap. He finally wanted more.

"Are you sure about that?" Trowa whispered as he gave the top of Heero's ear a little bite before soothing it with a gentle lick as he rubbed his cock up and down in Heero's cleft.

Heero's eyes fell shut and he leaned further into Trowa. Really, the challenge wouldn't be the sex; it would be getting a willing, less than urgent orgasm out of the boy. One of those would show more trust then any of the rest put together. Heero whined a little as he heard the question, then managed to whimper out his plea. "Please..."

Trowa sighed, looked over to Quatre as he slowly slipped a finger into Heero's entrance, pushing it back and forth. "Quatre, where's the lube?" He asked the question on a moan, Heero would be tight, he could tell already. Trowa nodded his thanks and smiled as he noticed that Quatre had already uncapped it as well. Using his free hand, he lubed himself up and stroked a few times before placing himself before Heero's entrance. "If you need me to stop at any time, don't be afraid to tell me so, okay?"

Heero forced his eyes open, the dark depths veined with silver in his current state of arousal. Heero tipped his head back to look at Trowa, the look was pleading, and he leaned back into Trowa, almost getting away with his own pace. "Please..." Trowa growled and pushed himself forward, slowly almost hesitantly. He bit on Heero's shoulder gently and pulled away, reaching out for Quatre. Quatre grasped Trowa's fingers and together they lowered their hands over Heero's arousal, just resting there.

Heero growled, pushing back more firmly against Trowa's hesitant hold on him. He didn't like it and he used his own strength to impale himself, pain ignored as nothing. To him, pain was nothing. Trowa didn't hold back once that happened and began to thrust into Heero, softly, but still quick. He moaned, and pulled his hand away from Heero's cock to grab Heero's hips for better control. A vague thought passed over Trowa's mind as he got lost in the sensation. *This is the second virgin I've taken in less than 24 hours...*

Heero spread his legs further with a gratified groan. That was just what he'd wanted. He leaned forward on his hands, gun dropped between them, but in his direct gaze, eyes riveted to the metal with pleased fascination as he writhed against Trowa's thrusts. Sure, Trowa was taking his virginity, but he wasn't getting the full aspect of it. Heero may trust but... He was still Heero.

"Heero?" Quatre pouted as his toy was suddenly taken away from him and he fell to the bed. Heero pried his silver glazed eyes open to meet Quatre's aqua gaze, passion running rampant in that two toned look as he lifted a hand from the bedspread and yanked Quatre close, kissing him almost roughly.

Quatre hadn't expected that, but he was pleased enough to return the kiss. He pulled away a moment later. "Ne Heero? I could use your help with something. He stood back up on his knees, keeping his own passion glazed aqua eyes locked with Heero's. Heero held the darkened gaze as raptly as he'd stared as his gun before, his hand trailing down Quatre as he moved until he rested at his hip, all the while rocking back harder onto Trowa than Trowa seemed willing to fuck him.

"Heero!" Trowa's thrusts sped up and he gripped Heero's hips more fiercely, giving Heero what he wanted and thrusting faster, harder.

Quatre slowly moved his erection towards Heero's face and began to rub it up Heero's neck and over his cheeks before leaving it within reach of his lips. Quatre moaned loudly, Trowa's own passion following through him as well as his own. Heero shuddered in pleasure and pulled Quatre closer, his gaze moving down from the blue-green gaze as he was faced with Quatre's proud erection, his tongue flicking over his own lips before he moved his head forward, suckling at Quatre avidly. "Heero..." Quatre growled low in his throat and gripped Heero's head, tangling his fingers through the strands and rocking slightly. "Yes..."

Heero could barely recognize the name the other pilots knew him by, and he shuddered in pleasure as he was screwed from both ends, his mind a haze of pleasure and eagerness to please. As long as it didn't reach that other place, then he was happy to serve. Trowa was panting loudly from behind Heero, his tempo increasing once again as he pounded into the willing boy. Heero drew Quatre even closer so he could lean more easily into Trowa's pounding beat, his eyes closed while he suckled Quatre as though his life depended on it. It would be a while for him to be willing to release either person seated in him.

"Ah!" Quatre screamed as his orgasm hit, his body quivering as he emptied himself into Heero's mouth. His hands tightened in Heero's hair as he shivered again. Heero continue his suckling, refusing to release Quatre yet, and his tongue made quick work as he greedily lapped at the white that had initially escaped him. Quatre shivered again as his knees gave out and he slowly fell into a crouch on the bed, his hands still gripping in Heero's hair. And Heero followed him down, only releasing Quatre when nothing but spit was left on him, only to then peer up into Quatre's eyes, ignoring the painful pull on his hair as negligent. "Mm..." Quatre could only moan, lessening his grip as a sated, nearly drunken grin crossed his face. He opened his eyes, to stare at Trowa, with his head tossed back, gasping and moaning.

Trowa came with a soft wail then, his hands gripping Heero and nearly bruising the silver-blue eyed boys hips as he gave a choked cry, nearly falling over onto Heero's back while gasping for breath. "Heero... Fuck..."

Heero's grip on Quatre's hips was painfully bruising too. It was all that was holding the boy from a face plant in the bed, his body overloaded on pleasure, but unable to go anywhere since he wouldn't allow it to. Trowa pulled himself out a moment later and leaned back, flopping into the bed and resting one arm over his forehead. Heero released Quatre then and rested his forehead on the bed as he shook from the pleasure, making it impossible for either of them to pull the rings.

Quatre shivered, feeling Heero's intense pleasure and near pain course through his body. He was about ready to pass out. "Heero. You need to let it out."

Heero didn't want to. He didn't want that again, and he resisted it to the core of his being. He didn't trust them that far, and he just couldn't bring himself to want that last bit, no matter how very easy it would be, if he let them. Not that it would be hard, they just had to roll him over, and his shaking would defeat his strength.

"Heero... It's hurting me." Quatre tried to get up and leave the room, quickly, to get over the wash of emotions.

Heero drew a deep breath, trying to rein it in as far as he was capable. He didn't want to hurt Quatre, but he didn't want to let go either, not that he could at this point on his own, his hands were shaking much, much too badly. Quatre quickly got himself out of the room, he knew Heero didn't want it and he had to get himself away quickly. He ran down the hall and outside still naked. He relaxed when he hit the grass and sent a thought for Heero to calm himself down. He wished he could be there for him right now, and that was hurting him as well. He hoped Trowa was okay.

To be continued.