Quatre lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Trowa had fled to the shower, like he did every night at this time, leaving the blonde to try and ignore the sounds emanating from the room across the hall. Duo and Heero were at it again. Anyone could be forgiven for believing that someone was being tortured in there. The way the braided boy was screaming, one would almost think that Heero was taking a red-hot poker to him. Quatre smirked. Come to think of it, that was exactly what was happening. The blonde sighed and wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow. When this new nightly routine had first started, Quatre was appalled. He’d wanted to hide from the sound, but now he found himself completely turned on. He felt guilty and was so glad Trowa wasn’t around during these moments. He was sure that the tall boy would be disgusted with him. Trowa was so gentle and sweet. He treated Quatre like a fine porcelain doll, which was wonderful. It was just that sometimes, well times just like this actually, made him ache for something different, something new. But the way his lover fled the room the instant the noisy twosome across the way started, made Quatre decide to keep this to himself.

As Duo’s voice reached a fevered pitch, the blonde groaned to himself and began slowly stroking his aroused member. This had also become a nightly occurrence.

Trowa let the scalding water beat against his face. This was the only way he could escape the sounds of wild sex coming from the other room. The tall boy sighed and ran his hand through his hair, moving his bangs from where they’d plastered over his face effectively blinding him. He just couldn’t stay in the room with his angel when Duo’s cries made him hard as a rock. He couldn’t face the disgust in Quatre’s gaze if the blonde figured out that Trowa yearned to take him hard and fast. No, Quatre was to be worshipped, cherished, not fucked like an animal. He deserved to be made love to, slowly and sweetly.

Trowa ran his hand along his arousal, in order to relieve some of the pressure, before turning the water off. He could hear Duo even from the master bathroom, and it would seem that the braided boy was enjoying himself. Trowa growled. Doesn’t that idiot understand common courtesy? He sighed. It wasn’t really Duo that he was mad at. He began to towel off slowly, giving the festivities across the hall a chance to subside before he rejoined Quatre in bed.

Stomach growling, Heero slipped his shorts on and walked over to the door. With a backward glance, he memorized the beautiful sight of his lover sprawled in exhaustion on the bed, and stepped out into the hall. Padding down the stairs, he moved on cat’s feet. Yawning, he flicked the switch to light up the kitchen and opened the fridge. Heero pulled out the orange juice and popped off the cap. Drinking right from the bottle, he walked over to the counter and picked up a banana. Finishing his snack, he threw out his garbage, flicked out the lights and made his way back upstairs.

Quatre bit his lip to keep from crying out as he climaxed. Panting, he reached over to the nightstand for a kleenex and saw Trowa standing in the bathroom doorway. The taller boy blinked stupidly a couple of times and then diverted his gaze, blushing profusely. Throwing his hands halfheartedly across his lap, the blonde tried to say something but couldn’t speak.

"I’m… sorry to disturb you. " Trowa stated and headed for the bedroom door.

As the green-eyed boy touched the doorknob, Quatre found his voice.

"Please, don’t go…"

Trowa stopped. It was the sad, breathy tone, more than the actual words that made him pause. He turned to look back over his shoulder, peering through his hair at the other boy.

Quatre flushed and cleared his throat under the taller boy’s intense gaze.

"I, um… " He stammered, "That is… sometimes… "

The blonde squirmed and began anew.

"It’s just that there are times when I…"

He stopped when Trowa turned to face him, hands clasped, not quite meeting his gaze.

Sighing he patted the bed, indicating that the tall boy was to sit beside him. Trowa complied and Quatre reached out, placing a hand on his lover’s shoulder.

"Trowa, you know I love you more than anything. From the day we first met, all I’ve ever wanted was to be with you forever. You make me feel so loved and it’s so wonderful. There are days when all I want to do is spend my time wrapped in your arms. You’re always so gentle, I thought that maybe you’d be disgusted with me if I told you…"

"Quatre… nothing you could do would ever disgust me. It’s just that I…" he trailed off, shrugging helplessly.

"Trowa, just hear me out, please. I feel that every time we make love, it’s this long, tender, drawn out affair. I honestly think you’re afraid you’ll break me. I don’t know why you’re so frightened, love. Sometimes I want you to break me; to take me hard and make me yours. I just didn’t know how to say it. I’m really not very good at this sort of thing. I frankly have no idea what I’m doing."

The blue-eyed boy dropped his hand into his lap and stared transfixed at the pattern on the sheets beside him.

Trowa couldn’t believe what he was hearing! Was he that oblivious? Could his angel want exactly what he wanted? He gazed at the beautiful boy beside him, drinking up the image, and licked his lips. Quatre’s rosy blush, and the innocently seductive way he’d sneak a peek up through his bangs, made Trowa ache to touch him.

"Quatre, I…" he began.

He wasn’t a man of many words, so he took his angel’s chin in his hand and tilted his head back. The smaller boy had closed his eyes and was panting softly, lips slightly parted. Trowa groaned airily, mostly to himself, and let go of his lover’s face. Grabbing the back of Quatre’s head, the taller boy leaned in to taste those lips. With bruising force, he crushed the blonde to him, all the while sparring with the other boy’s tongue. Pressing the sapphire-eyed pilot to the bed with the weight of his body, he felt his pants grow suddenly tighter as Quatre groaned throatily. The green-eyed boy began to kiss down his partner’s soft neck, running his hands along the alabaster perfection of Quatre’s chest. As he brushed a nipple, the blonde arched his back, pressing himself to the taller boy in a way that could only be described as right.

"Trowa!" he growled, "I want you inside me now!"

Stunned, the brown-haired boy looked up to Quatre’s face. He wore a sheepish grin, but there was a lustful sparkle in his dark, blue pools. Trowa smiled in a way that screamed: Whatever you want!

Climbing off his angel, the taller pilot wriggled out of his skin-tight jeans. Looking down at his lover once again, Trowa was very glad that his erection was free. Quatre had adopted the most wanton pose imaginable. Legs spread and arms crossed above his head, the darkened blue eyes peeked out from beneath heavy lids framed in golden lashes. Trowa licked his lips in anticipation and opened the drawer on the nightstand. Pulling a tube out, he popped off the cap and squeezed a generous amount of the gel into his hand. Casting a quick glance at his lover to ascertain that the blonde was watching, he slowly and deliberately coated his throbbing member. With exaggerated strokes, he teased his angel waiting for just the right moment.

Quatre squirmed, attempting to impart a sense of urgency onto the other boy, but Trowa merely smiled salaciously and continued to stroke himself. The blonde pouted and whimpered: all to no avail. Trowa just continued to torment him. Did he want him to beg?

The green-eyed boy saw the light go on in his love’s eyes. So he figured it out did he? But Trowa got something he wasn’t expecting.

"Are you going to fuck me, or should I just go to sleep?" the blonde snarled.

The taller boy started and lost his rhythm. Smirking, he gave his lover a quick nod, acknowledging him the winner this round.

Climbing onto the bed, Trowa quickly positioned himself between his angel’s legs.

"Are you ready?" he inquired.

"Hell, yes!" Quatre hissed.

Not one to argue, Trowa pushed on. In one swift motion, he buried himself into his beautiful boy. The blue-eyed boy screamed and Trowa froze, concern painted on his face.

"No, don’t stop!" the blonde panted.

Trowa pulled out slowly, fearing to see blood but there was none. Relieved, he impaled the other boy again and was treated to another cry. This one was louder and more demanding. Encouraged, the taller boy sped up the pace, changing his angle slightly to hit the magic spot.

"Oh, God! Trowa do that again! Fuck me harder!"

That was enough for the green-eyed boy. He’d never seen this side of his love before, but he’d make sure to see it again. He proceeded to pound harder and faster. The blonde wrapped his legs around Trowa, tilting his pelvis to deepen penetration. He screamed with every stroke, his voice becoming hoarse. Fluttering his eyelids, Quatre forced them open so that he could gaze at the sweat-slicked vision that was thoroughly screwing the life out of him. Doing so allowed him to catch the movement of the bedroom door in the corner of his eye.

Coming up the stairs, Heero heard a cry. Cursing the fact that he’d left his weapon in his room, the cobalt-eyed boy stealthily crept to the top of the staircase. Cocking his head to one side, he listened carefully. There it is again. It was definitely coming from Quatre and Trowa’s room. Without wasting a minute, he walked over and turned the doorknob. He crossed the threshold and received quite the shock when he caught the tail end of what a certain sweet, little blonde was saying.

"… Fuck me harder!" Quatre cried.

Heero blinked stupidly for a moment, not able to tear his eyes away from the spectacle before him. Shifting his feet, the chocolate-haired boy licked his lips. He’d never seen anyone having sex before and it was strangely exciting. He vaguely wondered if he and Duo looked like that; minor differences notwithstanding. Thinking of the braided boy, Heero decided he should go across the hall and see if Duo was up for round two. Just as he was about to leave, he was pinned to the spot by a glance from a beautiful blonde. The look of pure ecstasy on that face made Heero’s loins tighten.

Suddenly Quatre mouthed the words, Don’t go! Startled, the cobalt-eyed boy tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. However, the blonde had thrown his head back and moaned.

Heero shifted his stance again, grimacing. He squeezed himself gently, trying to relieve some pressure. He should probably leave, but part of him wanted to obey the blonde boy. Well, most of him actually. Just one, certain part more than others. Having finally made the decision to silently retreat, he prepared to do so when he felt that hungry gaze on him again. Realizing that Quatre was watching him touching himself, he pulled his hand away as though he’d been burned.

He could feel the little Arab’s magnetic stare and couldn’t resist the pull. Heero looked the blonde in the eyes.

Take it out. Quatre said silently.

Before he was even aware of what he was doing, Heero had his hand down his shorts. It was natural for him to obey orders, and downright easy when he really wanted to do so. Especially when he wasn’t thinking too clearly at the moment. Soon he had his engorged member in his hand and was stroking it swiftly, keeping in time with the two on the bed. Subconsciously Heero applauded Trowa’s stamina. He himself had just started and was almost ready to go.

Suddenly Trowa groaned. It was the first sound Heero had heard him make, but it was quickly drowned out as the smaller boy followed his lover into ecstasy.

The Japanese boy, eyes closed, chewed his lower lip as he increased his tempo, eager to take the plunge. He could barely hear the other boys’ breathing slow over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Feeling an irresistible urge, the chocolate-haired boy whipped his eyes open, only to see a sexy blonde staring at him.

"Come for me, Heero!" Quatre ordered.

And Heero did. The feeling nearly unhinging his knees.

Trowa looked over at the boy in the doorway, shock registering as a slight widening of his eyes, only one of which could actually be seen.

Burrowing his face back into Quatre’s chest, he mumbled, "How long has he been there?" Not really all that concerned with the answer, even though he was pretty sure he should be. All that really mattered was that Quatre was there and that he was happy. He felt the blonde run his gentle fingers through his sweaty hair and looked up into those perfect eyes. Quatre smiled down at him and all was right with the world. Well, except for the fact that someone was hovering in the doorway.

"In or out, Yuy?" the green-eyed boy inquired, irritated.

Somewhere in his ecstasy-clogged mind, Duo Maxwell became aware that Heero hadn’t returned yet. Stirring slightly, the violet-eyed boy sighed and attempted to go to sleep. But he couldn’t without his lover at his side. Did the idiot get lost on his way to the kitchen? Duo growled and swung his legs over the side of the bed. It appeared that he was going to have to find Spandex Boy. The American quickly pleated his hair as he scanned the room for his boxers. A-ha! There they were. Scooping his hair tie off the nightstand, Duo finished his braid and walked over to the desk. He picked his underwear off of Heero’s laptop and stepped into them. Walking across the room, he placed his hand on the doorknob and was about to turn it when he heard a shriek. Stopping to listen for a moment, Duo smirked as he identified the sound. He should know. He’d made similar ones many times before. He was continually amazed that Heero hadn’t suffered serious hearing damage. The braided boy listened for a while longer, a huge grin painted on his face. My, my, Quatre was certainly having a fun time!

Realizing that he was supposed to be finding his lover, Duo opened the door and took a step into the hall. Spotting the object of his search right across from him, he thought, Well that was easy. He then realized just what Heero was doing. His chocolate-haired lover was groping himself while watching the others. Duo was about to open his mouth to inform his lover that such behaviour was considered a crime in some places. However, he was forestalled by Quatre’s heated order.

"Come for me, Heero!"

Watching his lover spill his seed all over his hand, made Duo lose control of his legs and forced him to grab the doorframe to steady himself. Heero was so sexy! The chestnut-haired boy licked his lips, curious about what would happen next.

"In or out, Yuy?" the green-eyed boy inquired, irritated.

Heero frowned, perplexed.

"Pick one," the banged-boy explained," And then close the door."

"I’ll leave you two alone then," Heero decided, tucking himself into his shorts.

"Wait!" Quatre exclaimed, blushing.

Both Trowa and Heero turned to stare at him. The blonde’s face darkened.

"Well, Trowa, I’ve been thinking…" he began.

The taller boy nodded encouragingly.

"… I would kind of like… I mean, if you wouldn’t mind…"

"Anything, love. Anything you want." Trowa coaxed.

The Arabian’s eyes lit up with mischief. He smiled and, taking a deep breath, gathered his courage. Focusing on the cobalt-eyed boy in the doorway, he cleared his throat.

"Heero, I’d like you to pound Trowa until he screams."

The two brunettes stared at Quatre as though he’d grown a second head. The blonde decided that he’d better explain.

"Well see, " he started, speaking to no one specific. "Trowa's so quiet and I don’t seem to do it for him and I wouldn’t know where to start since I’ve never done it that way before and besides…"

The blonde pointedly looked Trowa in the eyes before turning his attention to the chocolate-haired boy.

"I want to watch!" He stated. "If you think Duo won’t mind."

"Nah, he won’t mind, " a voice confirmed from the hall. "As long as he can watch too!"

Duo sauntered into the room. Sidling up to his lover, the braided boy ran his hand along Heero’s sweat- slicked chest, stopping to tweak a nipple. Smiling, the violet-eyed boy walked over to the bed. And held out his hand.

"Now, Quatre," he declared," You’ll probably be in the way if you stay there. Come, sit with me."

The blonde took the proffered hand and stood up. He followed mutely, as Duo pulled up a chair from the corner. The chestnut-haired boy smiled salaciously as he patted his lap.

"Sit, " he ordered.

Quatre blushed, but placed himself squarely in the American’s lap, making certain to wriggle unabashedly as though making himself comfortable. Having effectively turned the tables on Duo, he settled back onto the braided boy’s chest.

"Well, we’re ready, " the violet-eyed boy snapped.

"Don’ t look at me, " Trowa dodged. "This is Quatre’s show. He could at least give us some direction."

"Well, " the blonde began. "Unless Heero’s even more amazing than Duo makes him sound, I think he’s going to at least have to walk over to the bed."

Duo laughed uproariously at that and added, when he caught his breath, "He’ll probably have to take his shorts off too!"

Heero glared at his lover as he stepped out of his shorts and, as he stalked over to the bed, shot a look at the little blonde.

The boys in the chair just grinned at him, unaffected. The cobalt-eyed boy sighed and turned his attention to the green-eyed boy on the bed.

"Are you certain you want to do this?" he queried.

"Of course. I’ll do whatever it takes to make Quatre happy…"

"Stop!" Heero interjected. "I won’t do this if it’s only for you to fill some sort of obligation. I won’t be used in such a manner."

"Wait. You didn’t allow me to finish, " the banged-boy barked. "I was going to say, ‘ And if that means I get to romp between the sheets with you, I must be the luckiest man alive.’ I’ve always thought that you were magnificent Heero Yuy."

A throat being cleared interrupted his impassioned speech. Trowa looked over to see his love, one eyebrow raised and hands on his hips.

"I’m sitting right here, " the blonde intoned with a frown.

"Don’t be insecure, my love."

"I’m not insecure…"

"Sure you aren’t, " Duo interjected sarcastically, and received an elbow in the ribs.

"Hey, " Quatre defended. "Need I remind you who suggested this whole thing? I just think we should get things moving. That’s all. Yup, I think we’ve heard enough chatter out of those two."

"Chatter? Those two don’t chatter!" Duo remarked caustically. "Besides, I think they’ve said more in the last two minutes, then I’ve heard from them in the last two months."

The boys at the bed turned to glare at the braided boy.

"Uh-oh! Trowa’s picked up the Yuy Death Glare." The American stated quietly to the naked angel in his lap. "Run, Quatre, run!" He smirked.

Quatre chuckled and squirmed slightly, just to get a reaction from the violet-eyed boy beneath him. He wasn’t disappointed. Duo groaned and shifted in an attempt to move his growing erection away from the blonde’s ass. The Arabian merely wriggled some more to ensure he was firmly on top of the situation. He smiled innocently at Trowa, who merely blinked at his lover’s audacity.

Heero took the tall boy’s chin in his hand and turned the green eyes to face him as he sat down. Kissing soft lips, the cobalt-eyed boy ran a hand through Trowa’s hair, brushing it from his face. Heero slowly made his way along his partner’s jaw until he reached an earlobe.

After suckling for a moment, he whispered, "You know, I’ve never done this with anyone except Duo. I’m very flattered that you’re interested and I want you to understand that I’m very excited about this. Trowa you’re beautiful."

The chocolate-haired boy punctuated this statement by running his tongue along said beautiful boy’s ear. Trowa shivered uncontrollably.

"I don’t know about you, " Heero continued. "But just knowing those two are watching every move we make has me so hard."

Trowa looked into the other boy’s eyes and was treated to a rare smile. He returned the gesture, corners of his mouth quirking up slightly.

Glancing down at his own lap, the green-eyed boy commented, "Yeah, well, me too."

He pulled Heero into his arms and took a long taste of the Japanese boy’s mouth. Sweeping his tongue along, he could feel Heero’s quiet moan.

When he stopped for air, the cobalt-eyed boy inquired, rather breathily, "What’s next?"

"Aren’t you the one who’s always saying, ‘Act on your emotions, ‘ Yuy?"

"True. That’s a good rule, but maybe we should find out if Quatre has any last minute requests."

Trowa turned his attention to the blonde vision that was perched on Duo’s lap. Quatre ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips, not taking his eyes off them. Noting his love’s obvious state of arousal, the green-eyed boy couldn’t help but smile, and rather lewdly at that.

"We were wondering, heart, if you wanted us to do this in any particular way?"

The Arabian blinked at him a couple of times and turned to Heero, who merely nodded. He was about to reply that he didn’t care when he felt Duo jab him in the arm. Turning to the chestnut-haired boy, Quatre raised an eyebrow questioningly. Duo leaned closer, in order to whisper in the blonde’s ear. A truly evil grin sprouted on that angelic face, which contrasted sharply with the braided boy’s sudden look of pure innocence.

Trowa turned to look at Heero. ‘Should I be worried? ‘, His eyes seemed to say. The cobalt-eyed boy glared at his lover, only to have Duo smile shyly and blow him a kiss. Heero looked back at the gorgeous, naked boy next to him and, shrugging, said, "Probably."

Trowa sighed and reached over to the nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, he rummaged around inside and came up with some lube.

"You’re going to need this," he stated, tossing it over to the cobalt-eyed boy.

He started to shut the drawer when he felt Heero’s hand on his leg.

"Wait. What else do you have in there?"

The green-eyed boy took a quick look.

"Just some massage oil and…"

"Perfect. Pass me that, please."

Handing it over to the chocolate-haired boy, he gave him an inquiring look.

"Trust me," Heero replied.

Looking insulted, Trowa commented. "I trust you. It’s Duo that I don’t trust. Speaking of which, I guess we’ve stalled long enough."

Turning to Quatre, the banged boy gathered his courage.

"Love, how do you want us to do this?"

"Doggie style!" The blonde chirped and, grinning, he shared a look with his co-conspirator.

"I should have known," Heero muttered and made a show of reading the label on the bottle of oil. "Strawberry, perfect," he grumbled.

"What do you mean, Heero?" Trowa asked, concerned.

"It’s strawberry scented. That’s a little fruity for me."

Duo snorted as he laughed hysterically.

"A little fruity!" He echoed, still snickering.

Trowa shot him a dirty look and leaned closer to the cobalt-eyed boy.

"No. I meant, what do you mean ‘you should have known’?" He whispered.

Heero looked at Duo, who had both hands clamped over his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter, and then looked back at the banged boy.

"It’s just that Duo knows that I have a little control problem when he submits himself like that and wiggles his ass in my face."

The last part was growled out in the braided boy’s direction. Turning his attention back to the green-eyed boy, Heero noted nervousness in his friend’s normally blank façade. This gave him cause for concern.

"Barton, I don’t think this is a good idea," he explained, voice barely audible. "I… find it… kind of demeaning. And part of me is totally turned on by this. You see the problem, don’t you?"

Trowa shook his head slightly, but something in his eyes told Heero that he really did. Wanting to make certain that everything was perfectly understood, the chocolate haired boy changed tactics slightly.

"Understand that Duo loves this because he sees it as the ultimate submission." Heero continued, cupping the banged boy’s face in his hands and forcing him to look him in the eye. "He hands over all control to me and then it’s all about domination and possession. And when I’m possessive, I’m rough. You see it now, right? I don’t want to control you, to possess you. And, most of all, I don’t want to hurt you."

Looking deep into the taller boy’s eyes, he could see fear and pain lurking. There was something that Trowa didn’t want to relive and Heero definitely didn’t want to explore. He was sure now that he’d made the right decision to pull the plug on this.

"I can see you’ve been hurt in the past and I’m not going to put you at risk. Quatre’s request is unreasonable. He can’t expect you to place yourself in a similar situation. I won’t allow it. I won’t let you be hurt."

"You won’t hurt me, " Trowa whispered and, copying the other boy’s gesture, he took Heero’s face in his hands. Pressing his forehead to the smaller boy’s, he continued, "Don’t you understand? Everything’s different this time."

The cobalt-eyed boy opened his mouth to argue, but Trowa shushed him by placing his thumbs over Heero’s lips.

"No, listen," He ordered. "Sure, I’ve had a rough time of this in the past. But that was all about power and control over someone weaker. This is something between friends, equals. You’ve just finished telling me how you don’t want to control or possess or hurt me. I trust you, Heero. I respect you. Don’t you trust and respect me? I think I need this. I need someone to show me that this can be a good thing. Someone who can take charge and banish all the demons."

"What about Quatre?" Heero interjected. "He loves you more than anything."

Trowa was already shaking his head.

"I can’t allow them near that pureness. I won’t let him share this pain. He doesn’t deserve it. Besides, he wouldn’t understand anyway."

"I think you’re wrong about that, but…"

"But, what?"

"I do understand what you mean. I’ll just leave this to your more experienced judgment."

The green-eyed boy smiled and broke eye contact. Glancing over at the two in the chair, he smirked.

"Maybe we should get started before we lose our audience."

Heero looked over in time to catch the end of Duo’s yawn. Quatre merely looked concerned, head cocked to one side.

Trowa smiled reassuringly at his lover, stating. "We just had to take care of some details. We wouldn’t want to go at this without a plan of attack, now would we?"

The blonde smiled sweetly at him, looking almost relieved. He had been about to call the whole thing off, due to a sense of anxiety he was receiving from his green-eyed lover, when the feeling faded and was replaced by barely restrained excitement. Quatre would never dream of forcing Trowa into anything unpleasant. He had to admit, however, that Duo’s explanation of the submission and domination involved had struck a chord deep within him. He wanted to see Trowa dominated, but he didn’t think he could do it himself. Quatre took one last look at Heero, making certain to catch his eye, before turning his full attention to his love.

"Proceed at your discretion," he stated, handing control of the situation to the boys on the bed. He was purely a spectator from this moment forth. Snuggling into Duo’s arms, he received a curt, "Stop it!" in his ear, from the braided boy. The little Arab decided that maybe he should stop tormenting the American before Duo did something unpleasant to him. Well, maybe it wouldn’t be unpleasant, but it would certainly distract from the floor show. The blonde turned to the chestnut-haired boy and apologized. Duo just gave him a look that said, "Yeah right!" and then turned his attention back to the occupants of the bed.

Trowa had stretched out on his stomach and was practically purring under Heero’s ministrations. The cobalt-eyed boy was straddling the prostrate boy’s lower back and rubbing oil into well-muscled shoulders. He was taking extra care to loosen tight muscles in his patient’s neck and leaned over to speak softly into an ear.

Duo sighed, with obvious envy. Heero had the most amazing hands. He could almost feel them all over his body. With a start, the American whipped his eyes open. Castigating himself for almost missing a part of the show, he moved on to appraising Trowa’s physique. The tall boy’s skin shone all down his back where Heero had worked down the spine. Delicious back muscles rippled as the green-eyed boy shifted and sighed in relaxation. The American thought that Trowa was on the verge of sleep, when the banged boy arched off the bed, hissing slightly.

Heero looked questioningly up at the oil-slicked vision before him. He’d made the taller boy promise to say if anything bothered him.

Not getting a further response, the cobalt-eyed boy ran his finger along the cleft of this beautiful ass again. He made sure to tease the tight ring. Trowa groaned deep in his throat. Heero smiled. That was certainly a more encouraging response. Working his way down a bit farther, the chocolate-haired boy massaged the back of Trowa’s thighs, treating them one at a time. With a light pressure on the back of the left knee, Heero coaxed the green-eyed boy to tuck the leg up to his side, effectively raising the left hip from the mattress slightly. This gave the Japanese boy better access to the taller boy’s tight opening. Heero began to knead the firm flesh of the banged boy’s backside.

"Hey, koi! What are you doing? Making bread?" Duo inquired with a smirk.

Quatre giggled, and added, "Yeah, Heero, I had no idea you were so domestic!"

The braided boy looked at the blonde and the two broke out into laughter.

The cobalt-eyed boy merely glared at them both, not letting up his sensual massage.

"Mmm, bread." Trowa muttered, distracted.

Heero, deciding to ignore the two voyeurs, turned his attention to more stimulating activities. Scooping up the tube from where it lay on the bed, he squirted a generous amount into his hand and coated every inch of his engorged member. Squeezing out another smaller amount of lubrication, he made sure his fingers were sufficiently covered. Heero then tossed the tube where it would be out of his way, on the floor. Focusing entirely on his mission, he turned his attention to preparing his new lover with tender care.

Running his index finger along the tight ring of Trowa’s ass, he gave the taller boy a chance to get used to his touch. It wasn’t until the green-eyed boy whimpered softly, urging him on, that the cobalt-eyed boy slowly inserted one finger into such incredible tightness. Heero moaned to himself in anticipation. He gently removed the digit and encouraged the taller boy to pull his other leg up under himself. The chocolate-haired boy then spread those long legs and positioned himself between them. He then returned to his careful ministrations. After taking one last lustful look at the beautiful picture before him, Trowa, face pressed to the mattress, skin glistening, beautiful ass in the air, Heero groaned.

Proceeding gently, he inserted two fingers into the hole, stretching carefully. Soon he had three. Not moving them, he gave the green-eyed boy the opportunity to adjust. When he finally did move them, it was to find the magic spot, which he’d been studiously avoiding until now. Trowa groaned deep in his throat, rocking back in an attempt to deepen penetration. Teasingly, the chocolate-haired boy pulled his fingers out enough to allow the third one to slip out. Immobilizing the taller boy by placing his free hand on a hip, Heero pushed his two fingers back in, quicker, making certain to hit the special spot. Again, and again, and again. He repeated until his arm became sore from holding Trowa still, and the green-eyed boy moaned and whimpered from a mix of ecstasy and incredible frustration. The cobalt-eyed boy turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at the blonde, who watched, enraptured.

Quatre panted and licked his lips. How could his mouth be so dry when the rest of his body was so wet? He leaned forward, staring, as Heero finger-fucked his lover. The blonde failed to even notice when Duo wrapped an arm around his waist, to keep him from falling off the American’s lap and onto the floor. When Heero looked questioningly at him, he wanted to cry out, Take him. Fuck him! But all he could manage was a small croak, so he nodded to the unspoken question.

Nodding to the little Arab, Heero removed his fingers and received an angry growl from the tall boy. Releasing the green-eyed boy’s hip, the cobalt-eyed boy caught him around the waist as, unrestrained, Trowa rammed back into him. Leaning forward, pressing erect nipples against an oil-slicked back, Heero held the taller boy, trapping his own erection between a luscious ass and his own stomach. Running his free hand along the green-eyed boy’s abdomen, the chocolate-haired boy worked his way up the chest, forcing Trowa to his hands and knees. Stroking very erect nipples, Heero began to kiss along the taller boy’s beautifully arched neck. Sucking softly at the spot where neck meets shoulder, Heero began to work his free hand down a magnificent washboard stomach. When he reached the base of the banged boy’s arousal, he wrapped his hand around the hard shaft and gave a slight squeeze. Trowa groaned and hung his head, bangs brushing the mattress. Heero listened to this wonderful boy panting for a moment, and then decided it was time.

"Are you ready, Trowa?" He asked, whispering in the other’s ear.

"Yes!" The taller boy pleaded.

Kissing the beautiful neck tenderly once more, Heero placed one hand on Trowa’s hip and planted a foot off to the side of the tall boy’s right knee. Genuflecting behind his partner, he placed himself in a position to increase the power, and degree of control, he had over each thrust. Growling, the cobalt-eyed boy ran a finger along the cleft of Trowa’s ass. Heero looked over to his audience and, catching Duo’s eye, he gave the violet-eyed boy a look that said this could be you! Turning his attention back to the boy in his grasp, the chocolate-haired boy used his free hand to guide his aching erection to Trowa’s waiting entrance. Holding the taller boy still, he carefully buried himself in that tight heat. Moving agonizingly slow, it seemed to take ages to sheathe himself completely. He was forced to take deep breaths to regain control.

When Heero had turned that incredibly sultry gaze on him, Duo felt his loins tighten further. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but his body proved him wrong as he watched his lover slowly fill another man. Swallowing audibly and licking his lips, the violet-eyed boy closed his eyes for a moment. He could almost hear the forthcoming question, Duo, do you want me to fuck you?

He mumbled it to himself, just as Heero demanded, "Trowa, do you want me to fuck you?"

The American moaned loudly.

Trowa was savouring the feeling of being filled so completely, so deeply, when he heard the question, and an incredibly sensual moan. Had he been standing he would have gone week in the knees. As it was, he lost control of his arms. Face pressed to the mattress once again, he groaned loudly in response, incapable of human speech.

"What was that, Barton? I didn’t quite hear you."

"Yes," he managed, drawing out the "s" into a long hiss.

"Come again?" Heero asked, carefully selecting his words, resulting in obvious innuendo.

"Yes! Fuck me!" He snapped.

"How?"

"Hard and fast!" He demanded, finally finding words again.

Without another word, Heero pulled out and plunged back in quickly. Trowa screamed. It felt so good. The friction, the feeling of being stroked from the inside and strong hands on his hips, the sound of Heero grunting somewhere behind him; these sensations became his world. For a moment he recalled that Quatre and Duo were watching, but the momentary surge of excitement was lost in an ever-increasing wave of pleasure. Soon he was pressed against the pillow. If he didn’t do something, Heero’s powerful, wonderful thrusts were going to push him into the headboard. Sweeping the pillow from the bed, he reached out to capture a rail in each hand and brace himself to ride out the storm. Trowa was drowning in ecstasy. He was deaf to his own screaming, to the banging of the headboard against the wall, to Heero crying his name with every thrust, to everything but the pounding of his own heart and the blood rushing through his veins. Suddenly, the sensations and the sounds coalesced. Everything culminated at a point deep inside him. With a roar, Trowa Barton came, hard.

Heero pushed on, one last time, as he felt muscles clamp down on his cock. Buried deeply in the taller boy, he climaxed. A wave of pleasure, bordering on agony, washed over him and he collapsed on top of the spent boy.

"Oh, God, Trowa. That was amazing!" He exclaimed.

Trowa may have grunted, Heero wasn’t sure. The two lay that way for a few minutes as their heart rates and breathing returned to normal.

The cobalt-eyed boy disengaged carefully and, brushing sweat-soaked bangs from the other boy’s face, planted a kiss on his temple.

Standing up, Heero stretched his arms over his head, arching his back.

"Well," he said, turning to face Quatre and Duo, "I guess my work here is done."

Smirking, he winked at the pair and walked over to pick up his shorts.

Duo slid out from beneath the blonde and slipped over to his lover. Resting his face against the back of Heero’s neck, he wrapped his arms around a well-proportioned chest,

"You are wonderful, love." The chestnut-haired boy murmured.

Heero twisted around in Duo’s arms in order to gaze into violet pools. Stealing a savage kiss, the cobalt-eyed boy placed his hand on his lover’s crotch teasingly. Breaking the kiss, he raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"What’s this, koi?" He asked, stroking a finger along wet fabric.

Duo grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

"What can I say? I creamed myself just watching you."

The American smiled lasciviously and pressed himself against the other boy. Heero groaned, but took a step back. The braided boy whimpered and moved to follow. He was quickly halted by a strong hand on his chest.

"As much as I’d love to koi, I really need to get some sleep. I have to be up early and able to function tomorrow. Gomen." He planted a kiss on his lover’s forehead.

"It’s okay. I understand." Duo stated and kissed Heero softly.

"Why don’t you stay here and take care of Quatre?" The cobalt-eyed boy suggested, nodding in the blonde’s direction.

The American turned to look at the angel in the chair. The Arabian sat still as a statue, breathing heavily, and stared at his green-eyed lover on the bed.

"It wouldn’t be right to leave him like that." Heero stated. "Hard up and alone. It wouldn’t be fair to him,"

"But he isn’t alone," Duo objected.

Heero shot his love a strange look and stated. "Trowa isn’t in any shape to help him. You should know better."

"Touche, " The chestnut-haired boy replied and smirked. "I’ll see what I can do. Ninmu ryokai!" He snapped, saluting.

Heero rolled his eyes at the mocking tone and headed to bed for some much needed rest.

Duo turned his attention back to the blonde, who was still staring intently at the sated boy on the bed. Smiling, he sauntered over.

"Hey, Quatre are you okay?" He inquired.

When he failed to respond, the chestnut-haired boy stepped directly into the blue-eyed boy’s line of sight. He leaned forward and looked directly into Quatre’s eyes. Since he blocked Trowa from Quatre’s view, Duo was finally able to get the blonde to acknowledge his presence.

"Oh, hi Duo," he stated, blinking. "What’s up?"

"Well, I don’t know Quatre," the American replied, taking a pointed look at the little blonde’s arousal. He licked his lips. "Why don’t you tell me?"

The Arabian followed the violet-eyed boy’s steamy gaze and blushed slightly.

"Um, me, apparently." He giggled.

"Would you like me to give you a hand with that?" The braided-boy questioned as he squatted before the beautiful angel and with a long slow stroke licked the blonde from base to tip.

Quatre groaned in ecstasy and, with a smirk, stated, "You know Duo that wasn’t a hand."

"In that case, " The American growled as he wrapped nimble fingers around the swollen member. "Is this more to your liking?"

Stroking slowly, the violet-eyed boy moved to lap enticingly at a pale nipple. The blonde moaned and began to thrust in the braided boy’s grip, seeking completion. Just as he approached the point of no return, there was a sudden break in the crescendo. Losing his momentum, he blinked at Duo.

With a hand on the blonde’s lower abdomen, the American had immobilized him and, with a firm pinch at the base of the head of Quatre’s cock, delayed the inevitable.

"Ah-ah, not so fast," Duo admonished. "I had more in mind then a hand job. Besides…"

The Arabian snarled wordlessly when the American stood suddenly and turned away. He was beginning to wonder if Duo was purposely torturing him. He was not impressed. He grabbed the braided boy’s wrist.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going?" He snarled.

The violet-eyed boy’s head whipped around to face him so quickly that his braid flew out in an arc. Duo blinked at Quatre’s language.

"Well, I was going to find out if Trowa was okay with this. Maybe you don’t care, but I don’t want to get my ass kicked for trespassing on his turf."

This struck home with the little angel. He promptly dropped the American’s hand.

"I’m so sorry, Duo." He stated, contrite. "You’re absolutely right."

He blushed again, but this time in shame, and hung his head. He felt Duo’s hand caress his cheek and looked up in time to see the braided boy sway over to the bed. Only Duo could manage to make taking two steps into some sort of dance! The blonde groaned and covered his eyes with his hand. He’d been hard for so long it was agony and there didn’t appear to be any relief in sight. On the contrary, he noted as he opened his eyes to a very erotic picture. The chestnut-haired boy had bent over to whisper in Trowa’s ear, leaving a beautiful boxer clad ass wiggling just a few feet away. The blonde whimpered.

Duo cast a glance over his shoulder as he heard the pathetic sound, but quickly turned his attention back to the taller boy.

"Well, Barton." He continued, "Are you gonna answer me? Blink twice for ‘yes’ or once for ‘no’."

"Funny, Duo," Trowa muttered. "I can speak."

"Wow! I’m impressed. The first time Heero fucked me like that, I was out like a light minutes after we were finished. And then there was the time when…"

"Yes, Duo," the green-eyed boy interrupted. "I’m certain it’s a very interesting story, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it at a later date, but don’t you want my answer?"

The braided boy closed his mouth and nodded.

"You can do whatever you want to Quatre, as long as he’s willing, and I will lay here and watch. After all, I’m the only one who hasn’t had a show and I intend to enjoy it."

A rather lewd smile appeared on the American’s face.

"Thank you." He stated, placing a chaste kiss on the taller boy’s cheek. "For sharing Quatre, I mean."

As he straightened, he added, "Oh, and Trowa, you and I will have to share our ‘Being pounded by Heero’ stories."

The banged boy smiled and gave a slight nod, observing as the violet-eyed boy stepped out of his boxers. Transfixed, Trowa watched a metre long braid brush against a perfectly formed ass, as the chestnut-haired boy walked over to the flaxen-haired angel.

Quatre leered as Duo peeled his underwear off and sauntered over. The braided boy leaned in and, cupping the little Arab’s face, he pressed his lips softly against the others’. As the gentle kiss became more urgent, Quatre wrapped his arms around Duo’s neck and opened his mouth to allow the American’s insistent tongue in. The braided boy melted against the blonde who was sucking silkily on his tongue. Duo purred deep in the back of his throat and broke the kiss. He had to breathe, after all. The chestnut-haired boy tilted the angel’s head back and worked his way down his neck, alternately kissing and lapping at the soft skin of Quatre’s exposed throat. Duo dragged his hands along the creamy perfection of the blonde’s chest, paying special attention to the rosy nipples. The Arabian moaned, running his hands along the American’s shoulders and back. Winding the velvety braid around his fist, Quatre gave a sharp tug, which snapped the violet-eyed boy’s head back. Gazing into liquid pools, the flaxen-haired boy took a moment to drink in the sight. He then proceeded to feast on pouty, aroused lips. Relinquishing his grip on Duo’s braid, the golden-haired boy pulled the American into his lap.

Duo straddled Quatre’s legs as the little blonde crushed him against his chest, devouring his mouth and leaving them both breathless. The American panted hard, feeling the other’s laboured breath on his face, as they rested, foreheads pressed together. The violet-eyed boy mashed as much flushed, sweaty skin against the little Arab’s equally flushed and sweaty skin as was physically possible. He then writhed in the blonde’s lap, forcing a pained groan from the tortured boy who squirmed uncomfortably. Duo moaned as he felt Quatre wiggle beneath him, increasing the friction on their trapped arousals. All the violet-eyed boy could seem to focus on was the delicious heat of the blonde’s pinioned hardness. Duo began to nibble and lick his way up Quatre’s neck until he reached an earlobe. Suckling enthusiastically, he buried his hands in sunspun hair. Feeling the flaxen tresses slide through his fingers.

"Quatre, " He sighed. "I need to feel you inside me."

He gazed into sapphire eyes, dark with longing, only to see slight uncertainty. Depositing a reassuring kiss on tantalizing lips, the braided boy ran his fingers along the angel’s cheek and jaw.

"What’s wrong?" He queried.

"It’s nothing, Duo." The gentle boy replied. "I’ve just never done it that way before. It kind of makes me nervous."

"You don’t want to?"

"I didn’t say that. I’m just not sure that I’ll be very good at it."

Duo gave Quatre a questioning look. You underestimate yourself.

"No need to worry. You don’t have to do anything. I just want you to sit back and enjoy. Leave everything up to me."

The blue eyed blonde complied, relaxing back into the chair. He smiled at the chestnut haired boy, who had just slid off his lap and placed himself between the Arab’s legs. Quatre mimicked Duo subconsciously as the American ran his tongue seductively over his lips. Gasping, the blonde arched his back, and almost climaxed, as he felt the scorching heat and wonderful wetness of the American’s mouth around his member. He gazed down at the chestnut head bobbing slowly in his lap, it’s long braid touching the floor, and placed his hands lovingly on top of it.

"God, Duo! Don’t stop!"

But Duo did. Letting Quatre’s slick cock slip from his mouth, the violet-eyed boy climbed into the Arabian’s lap and positioned himself above the blonde’s waiting arousal. Placing the tip against his willing entrance, the braided boy slowly began to impale himself on the beautiful boy beneath him.

Quatre moaned deep in his throat as he felt himself being forced into an incredible tightness he never imagined existed before this moment. His eyes drifted shut of their own accord but he quickly forced them open. He wanted to share the moment with Duo. He turned his gaze upward to meet the braided boy’s, but what he saw shocked him. The American had his eyes clenched and wore a grimace that spoke of pain. The blonde reached out instinctively, taking the other boy’s face in his hands.

"Are you okay, Duo?" he asked, with obvious concern.

Wounded violet eyes met apprehensive blue and Duo smiled at the obvious love he saw in Quatre’s sapphire orbs. He ran his thumbs along the angel’s lips, smiling warmly.

"I’m fine, Quatre. I’m just a little sore from earlier. Give me a minute to adjust, ‘kay?"

"Of course!" The blonde asserted and received a grateful smile. It dissolved into wickedness in mere moments. The chestnut-haired boy removed the Arab’s hands, from where they’d drifted down to his chest, and placed them on the arms of the chair. Holding them in place, as he kissed Quatre within an inch of his life. When he had the little Arabian panting uncontrollably, he removed his hold and grabbed the back of the chair. Duo rocked back and forth a few times before straightening up slightly, allowing Quatre’s swollen cock to slide out most of the way. Ramming himself back down, the violet-eyed boy groaned in a mix of agony and ecstasy. The American quickly established a rhythm that had them both crying out. When Duo shifted to feel Quatre stroke his magic spot, he arched forward and flung his head back. His braid swung behind him. Quatre gave a little shriek and grabbed the chestnut-haired boy around the waist.

Startled, the American froze and looked questioningly at the blonde.

"What’s the matter?" He inquired.

"It’s nothing," the Arab said, blushing.

Duo arched an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"It’s just that, umm, when you threw your head back, your braid brushed against my sac and it tickled, sort of…I…"

"I can pull my hair over to the front if it’s bothering you," the braided boy explained.

"No!" Quatre snapped. "I mean…I…"

Duo smirked, knowingly.

"Heero likes it too. Shall we continue then?"

The blonde simply nodded, somewhat sheepishly, and gave himself back over to Duo’s talents. It didn’t take them long to re-establish a rhythm, regaining the state they’d momentarily lost.

Trowa rested, head cradled on his arms since he didn’t have the energy required to pick up his pillow from the floor. He gazed intently at the scene playing out before him; the way the American boy expertly rode his lover, body arched, head thrown back and braid swishing like a cat’s tail. Green eyes stared as Quatre’s arousal disappeared deep within the chestnut-haired boy’s body with escalating frequency. Trowa closed his eyes for a moment, just listening to the cries of the two in the chair. If he concentrated he could pick out Quatre who was rather overshadowed by the increasingly vocal American.

Feeling a rush deep inside, Quatre pulled Duo down hard, transfixing the braided boy on him. The blonde spilled his seed into the other boy with a sharp cry, immediately hearing an echo, and felt a warm stickiness splatter over his chest.

As Duo climaxed, he fell forward onto the oblivious angel. Panting hard in the blonde’s ear, he tried to form a coherent sentence to describe how he felt.

"God, Quatre…" he gasped. "Uhn, so good."

Quatre couldn’t speak to acknowledge the other boy’s words. He simply wrapped his arms tightly around Duo and nodded. He was forced to relinquish his hold when the violet-eyed boy sat up slowly and turned to face the green-eyed boy on the bed.

"Trowa," Duo asked with a smirk. "Was it as good for you as it was for us?"

The banged boy smiled and let his eyes drift shut. In moments, the exhaustion that was hovering overtook him and he slipped into a blissful sleep.

The American turned his attention back to the flaxen-haired boy who was still having trouble catching his breath. Quatre’s eyes were closed so the braided boy placed a kiss on each lid and then climbed off. Duo proceeded to lick off every trace of his essence from the perfection of the blonde’s chest. When he was finished, he looked up to meet a sapphire gaze.

"Thanks, Duo." Quatre managed finally. "That was wonderful!"

"I try," The chestnut-haired boy quipped and delivered one last kiss. Duo headed for the bathroom to clean up before going to bed.

When the braided boy returned, he noticed that the little blonde had curled up in the chair and fallen asleep. Smiling, he scooped the angel up in his arms, careful not to wake him. Cradling the comatose boy to his chest, Duo walked around the bed and gently placed him next to Trowa.

By the time he turned out the lights, the Arabian had snuggled up to his dormant lover. Duo crawled into the bed, and nestled the covers around the pair, before settling himself into a comfortable position for the night. No point in disturbing Heero. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

Waking to the insistent beep of his alarm, Heero Yuy slipped out of bed and climbed into his clothes. Frowning down at the green tank top and black shorts, he decided to pull on a pair of blue jeans. Crossing the room, the cobalt-eyed boy took Duo’s black, leather jacket down from its peg on the wall. Grabbing the bag he’d packed the night before, Heero stepped out into the hall. Deciding to check in on his lover, he poked his head into the room across the way.

Quatre had an arm around each of the boys, who had snuggled up to him through the course of the night. Trowa had his face buried in the blonde’s ear as if he were whispering sweet nothings. Duo, Heero was pleased to note, had a supremely self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face, which was currently resting on the Arab’s chest. Heero smiled at the threesome and quietly shut the door.

~The End~