Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ voodoo kiss ❯ voodoo kiss 6/? ( Chapter 6 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 287 | Status: Work In Progress
title:: voodoo kiss 6/?
author:: Psyence
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot, major UST.
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Trowa gingerly stepped into the shop, easing the door open to try and diminish the ringing of the bell that was attached to it, but it still made enough of a noise to alert Quatre. Trowa had just managed to get one foot through the door when the small blond man came bustling through from the back room. He didn't look pleased.
"What took you so long?" he demanded. Trowa tried to give Quatre a smile that was supposed to convey the message 'I am less of a man than you and therefore cannot be held accountable for any mistakes I may or may not make', but it didn't work. Quatre crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Trowa.
"I lost track of the time," Trowa lied deftly. Anyone else would have taken it as the truth, but Quatre knew better. Trowa always wondered if he did something when he lied, like touching his face or looking at his boyfriend in a certain way that could give him away, but he had never been able to figure out whether he did or not. He was almost certain that he didn't, but then Trowa had no idea how Quatre seemed to just /know/ when he was lying.
"Fine," Quatre said, turning on his heel and marching back to the back room. Trowa rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that the 'fine' meant that he was in trouble. He went around the counter and followed Quatre into the smaller room. Quatre had resumed what he was doing before Trowa had arrived. He was packaging a delivery for one of their clients and was seemingly calmly placing each item into the large box sitting on the desk that would be delivered to the person. Trowa knew that this was the calm before the storm. When he had first met Trowa he had been duped by the act before, thinking that he was in the clear, but now he knew that Quatre liked to pretend that everything was fine, and then when Trowa spoke to him next Quatre would blow up in his face. It happened with everything, even if Trowa hadn't really done anything wrong. He knew that Quatre's controlling personality would have driven any other man completely insane a long time ago, but it was just another thing that Trowa loved about the man. To him, Quatre could have been the most imperfect human being in the world and he still would have adored him.
So, knowing that conversation was out of the question, Trowa removed his jacket and hung it up before quietly creeping up behind Quatre, who was none the wiser. He was fussing with the protective plastic wrapping on a suit jacket when he finally felt Trowa's presence behind him. His hands faltered slightly, but he pretended not to have noticed and lifted the jacket to place it in the delivery box. As soon as he lifted his arm to move the jacket Trowa slipped an arm around Quatre's waist and rested his hand on Quatre's lower abdomen. Still Quatre ignored him, so Trowa leant down and ghosted his lips against the side of Quatre's neck, making him shiver slightly. But other than that there was no reaction. Quatre moved onto the shirt and lifted that into the box also. Trowa smirked at his boyfriend's ability to ignore him and parted his lips slightly to touch his tongue against Quatre's skin. He trailed the tip of his tongue up to Quatre's ear and then moved his tongue to the outer edge of his ear.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, nibbling Quatre's ear slightly. Quatre put down the shirt and turned in Trowa's arms. He slid his arms around Trowa's waist but kept a distance between their bodies.
"I don't really think you are," he said, pouting. Trowa was pleased with himself, because he had overridden Quatre's need to shout. He leant closer and tried to close the distance between their bodies, but Quatre placed a hand against Trowa's chest to stop him. Instead of telling Quatre that he was sorry again Trowa went to kiss him, but Quatre evaded his lips and moved the hand against Trowa's chest up to the back of his head and drew him closer.
"Show me how sorry you are," Quatre whispered. Trowa smirked and immediately pressed himself against Quatre's body. He kissed Quatre passionately, stroking his tongue against Quatre's in the way that made the smaller man melt against him. He smoothed his hand down Quatre's side and then around over his ass, cupping the perfect globe through the material of his trousers. He could feel Quatre hardening against him even through the cloth, and when Trowa squeezed his ass slightly Quatre let out a small moan. It was muffled through the kiss but Trowa knew what it meant. He moved his hands to Quatre's waist again and turned him back around, only breaking the kiss at the last moment. He lifted his hands to the buttons on Quatre's shirt and expertly undid all of them from the inside, before slipping the loose material off of Quatre's shoulders. He tossed the shirt to one side and stroked his hands down Quatre's arms, threading his fingers between Quatre's for a moment. Then he let his hands creep towards Quatre's belt. He did it agonisingly slowly, and Trowa could tell that Quatre wanted to tell him to hurry up, so he went slower. By the time Trowa had reached the metal buckle Quatre was alive with sexual energy. Trowa's fingers tickling against his skin and the promise of where they were going was enough to make him want to shout at the taller man, but he restrained himself because he knew that when Trowa went slow it meant that he had a lot in store for him.
Trowa finally unbuckled and unzipped Quatre's trousers and let them fall with Quatre's underwear down to the ground, where Quatre toed off his shoes and kicked them and the trousers to one side to join the shirt. Then he leant forwards against the table and pushed the delivery box back slightly, not caring if it crashed to the floor and ruined his work. Trowa's laugh came from deep within his throat, and it turned Quatre on even more. Trowa moved up against Quatre and placed his hands next to Quatre's on the table and rubbed himself against his ass. Quatre moaned again and looked over his shoulder at Trowa. He fixed him with a look that told Trowa to hurry up. He laughed again, making Quatre shiver, and then left him leant over the table to grab the tube of lubricant hidden on one the shelf behind him. Quatre whined slightly when Trowa left, because the cold air hit him and made him shiver more, but then Trowa was back and he heard the cap on the tube pop off.
Trowa spread the lube over his forefinger and middle finger. He placed the tube next to Quatre on the table and then lightly massaged the base of Quatre's spine with his free hand. He waited for Quatre to relax visibly at the treatment before positioning his fingers at Quatre's entrance. He let Quatre feel the cold lube against him and then pushed his fingers into Quatre's body. Quatre gasped and bit his lip. He loved this part the most, because he always felt so tight against Trowa, who slowly worked his fingers into Quatre fully and then pulled them back again, only to go back in faster. After just a few minutes of the same treatment Quatre wanted more, but even when he whined and lifted his hips higher, trying to tell Trowa without words, he was ignored. Trowa went at his own slow speed and smirked. He also loved this part more than any other, because he loved making Quatre squirm. He knew exactly what Quatre wanted, but he held out for a few more moments, tormenting Quatre just that little bit more. But eventually even Trowa wanted more, so the next time he pushed his fingers into Quatre's body he crooked his fingers downwards and made Quatre impale himself further onto Trowa's fingers and moan loudly.
Quatre could feel his orgasm rising and didn't fight it, like he usually did. This time he wanted to come quickly, before Trowa. So he began to work himself back against Trowa's fingers, while reaching down and working himself also. He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock and squeezed his eyes shut. His toes scrunched together and he gripped the edge of the table as he came.
"Yes!" he gasped, his mouth hanging open as he worked the last few droplets out of himself and Trowa slowed down. He sighed and smiled back at Trowa, who removed his fingers and smiled back. 'Now it's /your/ turn,' Quatre thought, his smile changing into a smirk. Trowa saw it and felt sure that what was about to come was going to be amazing.
He watched Quatre stand up straight and stretch lazily, glancing over his shoulder to see Trowa watching his lithe body as it tautened. He moaned at the peak of his stretch and then relaxed and slowly turned around. He gave Trowa an innocent look, all big blue eyes and soft blond angel's hair. It did exactly what Quatre wanted - turn Trowa on even more. He brought one hand up to his pouty lips and bit one finger teasingly, keeping the innocent look all the while. He glanced down at Trowa's crotch, as if to say 'Can I?' and then back up at Trowa. He advanced on Trowa a little and reached out to catch a handful of his shirt. Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre as soon as he was within reach and smoothed his hands down his back, kissing Quatre hard. Quatre made all the right noises, making Trowa unable to control himself. He ground his crotch against Quatre's hip and broke the kiss to lean his head back and hiss. He was pressing against Quatre so hard it almost hurt, and he was more than thankful when Quatre wormed his hands in between their bodies and undid Trowa's trousers.
Once he had been divulged of all lower clothing Quatre dropped to his knees in front of Trowa. It made Trowa hotter than ever, to see his little blond angel kneeling in front of him, lifting one hand to hold Trowa's hardness and then looking up at him through his lashes, with that same innocent look as before. Trowa had nothing to lean against, and nothing to hold onto, and he felt like he was about to keel over any second. He balled his hands into fists and watched Quatre, who was slowly inching his open mouth towards the head of Trowa's cock. When he was all of an inch away Quatre closed his mouth and licked his lips, and then opened them again to breathe hot air over Trowa. He brought Trowa into his mouth but didn't let his tongue or the insides of his cheeks touch Trowa's cock, he just breathed on it and looked up at Trowa again and then moved back so that he could speak.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked in a little voice. Trowa's fists were clenched so tightly he was surprised he hadn't broken his fingers yet. "Why were you at Heero's for so long?" Quatre's voice was so sweet, but Trowa groaned at the question. Trust Quatre to ask something like that when he knew Trowa was at his weakest.
"I can't tell you," he answered, wishing Quatre would take him into his mouth again. But Quatre pouted and looked sad and let go of Trowa's cock. "No!" Trowa said instinctively. "Alright! But you can't tell anyone!" Trowa was too out of his mind with lust to understand that the idea of a secret held no meaning to Quatre. "He needed some help, with some guy. He likes this guy. I helped him. Please, Quatre," Trowa begged.
Quatre was surprised, very surprised, but he didn't let it show. He just stored the information away, smirking on the inside as he nodded demurely and did what Trowa wanted. It was the best blow job Trowa could ever remember receiving, and his orgasm had been so mind numbingly great that, afterwards, he didn't even remember telling Quatre about Duo, he only remembered that Quatre had stopped for some reason and that the suspense had been very much worth it.
Quatre, on the other hand, was like a petite elephant. He remembered everything.
author:: Psyence
rating:: NC-17
pairings:: 1x2, 3x4, mentions of 2x5
disclaimer:: go on, sue me. I dare you.
summary:: in which Heero is socio-phobic, Duo is annoyingly persistent, Quatre meddles, Trowa helps, Wufei hinders and Relena gets in the way.
warnings:: yaoi, AU, strong language, lemons, humour, strange plot, major UST.
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Trowa gingerly stepped into the shop, easing the door open to try and diminish the ringing of the bell that was attached to it, but it still made enough of a noise to alert Quatre. Trowa had just managed to get one foot through the door when the small blond man came bustling through from the back room. He didn't look pleased.
"What took you so long?" he demanded. Trowa tried to give Quatre a smile that was supposed to convey the message 'I am less of a man than you and therefore cannot be held accountable for any mistakes I may or may not make', but it didn't work. Quatre crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Trowa.
"I lost track of the time," Trowa lied deftly. Anyone else would have taken it as the truth, but Quatre knew better. Trowa always wondered if he did something when he lied, like touching his face or looking at his boyfriend in a certain way that could give him away, but he had never been able to figure out whether he did or not. He was almost certain that he didn't, but then Trowa had no idea how Quatre seemed to just /know/ when he was lying.
"Fine," Quatre said, turning on his heel and marching back to the back room. Trowa rolled his eyes and sighed, knowing that the 'fine' meant that he was in trouble. He went around the counter and followed Quatre into the smaller room. Quatre had resumed what he was doing before Trowa had arrived. He was packaging a delivery for one of their clients and was seemingly calmly placing each item into the large box sitting on the desk that would be delivered to the person. Trowa knew that this was the calm before the storm. When he had first met Trowa he had been duped by the act before, thinking that he was in the clear, but now he knew that Quatre liked to pretend that everything was fine, and then when Trowa spoke to him next Quatre would blow up in his face. It happened with everything, even if Trowa hadn't really done anything wrong. He knew that Quatre's controlling personality would have driven any other man completely insane a long time ago, but it was just another thing that Trowa loved about the man. To him, Quatre could have been the most imperfect human being in the world and he still would have adored him.
So, knowing that conversation was out of the question, Trowa removed his jacket and hung it up before quietly creeping up behind Quatre, who was none the wiser. He was fussing with the protective plastic wrapping on a suit jacket when he finally felt Trowa's presence behind him. His hands faltered slightly, but he pretended not to have noticed and lifted the jacket to place it in the delivery box. As soon as he lifted his arm to move the jacket Trowa slipped an arm around Quatre's waist and rested his hand on Quatre's lower abdomen. Still Quatre ignored him, so Trowa leant down and ghosted his lips against the side of Quatre's neck, making him shiver slightly. But other than that there was no reaction. Quatre moved onto the shirt and lifted that into the box also. Trowa smirked at his boyfriend's ability to ignore him and parted his lips slightly to touch his tongue against Quatre's skin. He trailed the tip of his tongue up to Quatre's ear and then moved his tongue to the outer edge of his ear.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, nibbling Quatre's ear slightly. Quatre put down the shirt and turned in Trowa's arms. He slid his arms around Trowa's waist but kept a distance between their bodies.
"I don't really think you are," he said, pouting. Trowa was pleased with himself, because he had overridden Quatre's need to shout. He leant closer and tried to close the distance between their bodies, but Quatre placed a hand against Trowa's chest to stop him. Instead of telling Quatre that he was sorry again Trowa went to kiss him, but Quatre evaded his lips and moved the hand against Trowa's chest up to the back of his head and drew him closer.
"Show me how sorry you are," Quatre whispered. Trowa smirked and immediately pressed himself against Quatre's body. He kissed Quatre passionately, stroking his tongue against Quatre's in the way that made the smaller man melt against him. He smoothed his hand down Quatre's side and then around over his ass, cupping the perfect globe through the material of his trousers. He could feel Quatre hardening against him even through the cloth, and when Trowa squeezed his ass slightly Quatre let out a small moan. It was muffled through the kiss but Trowa knew what it meant. He moved his hands to Quatre's waist again and turned him back around, only breaking the kiss at the last moment. He lifted his hands to the buttons on Quatre's shirt and expertly undid all of them from the inside, before slipping the loose material off of Quatre's shoulders. He tossed the shirt to one side and stroked his hands down Quatre's arms, threading his fingers between Quatre's for a moment. Then he let his hands creep towards Quatre's belt. He did it agonisingly slowly, and Trowa could tell that Quatre wanted to tell him to hurry up, so he went slower. By the time Trowa had reached the metal buckle Quatre was alive with sexual energy. Trowa's fingers tickling against his skin and the promise of where they were going was enough to make him want to shout at the taller man, but he restrained himself because he knew that when Trowa went slow it meant that he had a lot in store for him.
Trowa finally unbuckled and unzipped Quatre's trousers and let them fall with Quatre's underwear down to the ground, where Quatre toed off his shoes and kicked them and the trousers to one side to join the shirt. Then he leant forwards against the table and pushed the delivery box back slightly, not caring if it crashed to the floor and ruined his work. Trowa's laugh came from deep within his throat, and it turned Quatre on even more. Trowa moved up against Quatre and placed his hands next to Quatre's on the table and rubbed himself against his ass. Quatre moaned again and looked over his shoulder at Trowa. He fixed him with a look that told Trowa to hurry up. He laughed again, making Quatre shiver, and then left him leant over the table to grab the tube of lubricant hidden on one the shelf behind him. Quatre whined slightly when Trowa left, because the cold air hit him and made him shiver more, but then Trowa was back and he heard the cap on the tube pop off.
Trowa spread the lube over his forefinger and middle finger. He placed the tube next to Quatre on the table and then lightly massaged the base of Quatre's spine with his free hand. He waited for Quatre to relax visibly at the treatment before positioning his fingers at Quatre's entrance. He let Quatre feel the cold lube against him and then pushed his fingers into Quatre's body. Quatre gasped and bit his lip. He loved this part the most, because he always felt so tight against Trowa, who slowly worked his fingers into Quatre fully and then pulled them back again, only to go back in faster. After just a few minutes of the same treatment Quatre wanted more, but even when he whined and lifted his hips higher, trying to tell Trowa without words, he was ignored. Trowa went at his own slow speed and smirked. He also loved this part more than any other, because he loved making Quatre squirm. He knew exactly what Quatre wanted, but he held out for a few more moments, tormenting Quatre just that little bit more. But eventually even Trowa wanted more, so the next time he pushed his fingers into Quatre's body he crooked his fingers downwards and made Quatre impale himself further onto Trowa's fingers and moan loudly.
Quatre could feel his orgasm rising and didn't fight it, like he usually did. This time he wanted to come quickly, before Trowa. So he began to work himself back against Trowa's fingers, while reaching down and working himself also. He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock and squeezed his eyes shut. His toes scrunched together and he gripped the edge of the table as he came.
"Yes!" he gasped, his mouth hanging open as he worked the last few droplets out of himself and Trowa slowed down. He sighed and smiled back at Trowa, who removed his fingers and smiled back. 'Now it's /your/ turn,' Quatre thought, his smile changing into a smirk. Trowa saw it and felt sure that what was about to come was going to be amazing.
He watched Quatre stand up straight and stretch lazily, glancing over his shoulder to see Trowa watching his lithe body as it tautened. He moaned at the peak of his stretch and then relaxed and slowly turned around. He gave Trowa an innocent look, all big blue eyes and soft blond angel's hair. It did exactly what Quatre wanted - turn Trowa on even more. He brought one hand up to his pouty lips and bit one finger teasingly, keeping the innocent look all the while. He glanced down at Trowa's crotch, as if to say 'Can I?' and then back up at Trowa. He advanced on Trowa a little and reached out to catch a handful of his shirt. Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre as soon as he was within reach and smoothed his hands down his back, kissing Quatre hard. Quatre made all the right noises, making Trowa unable to control himself. He ground his crotch against Quatre's hip and broke the kiss to lean his head back and hiss. He was pressing against Quatre so hard it almost hurt, and he was more than thankful when Quatre wormed his hands in between their bodies and undid Trowa's trousers.
Once he had been divulged of all lower clothing Quatre dropped to his knees in front of Trowa. It made Trowa hotter than ever, to see his little blond angel kneeling in front of him, lifting one hand to hold Trowa's hardness and then looking up at him through his lashes, with that same innocent look as before. Trowa had nothing to lean against, and nothing to hold onto, and he felt like he was about to keel over any second. He balled his hands into fists and watched Quatre, who was slowly inching his open mouth towards the head of Trowa's cock. When he was all of an inch away Quatre closed his mouth and licked his lips, and then opened them again to breathe hot air over Trowa. He brought Trowa into his mouth but didn't let his tongue or the insides of his cheeks touch Trowa's cock, he just breathed on it and looked up at Trowa again and then moved back so that he could speak.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked in a little voice. Trowa's fists were clenched so tightly he was surprised he hadn't broken his fingers yet. "Why were you at Heero's for so long?" Quatre's voice was so sweet, but Trowa groaned at the question. Trust Quatre to ask something like that when he knew Trowa was at his weakest.
"I can't tell you," he answered, wishing Quatre would take him into his mouth again. But Quatre pouted and looked sad and let go of Trowa's cock. "No!" Trowa said instinctively. "Alright! But you can't tell anyone!" Trowa was too out of his mind with lust to understand that the idea of a secret held no meaning to Quatre. "He needed some help, with some guy. He likes this guy. I helped him. Please, Quatre," Trowa begged.
Quatre was surprised, very surprised, but he didn't let it show. He just stored the information away, smirking on the inside as he nodded demurely and did what Trowa wanted. It was the best blow job Trowa could ever remember receiving, and his orgasm had been so mind numbingly great that, afterwards, he didn't even remember telling Quatre about Duo, he only remembered that Quatre had stopped for some reason and that the suspense had been very much worth it.
Quatre, on the other hand, was like a petite elephant. He remembered everything.