notes: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP, *Sap* [I will be handing out insulin shots for those
of you who go into sugar shock]
disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of the g-boys.
thank you's: to my sister [for beating me over the head until I finally
finished.] And to Rai [for being my angel~muse ^_^]
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*~For Shine~*
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Just Call Me Angel
Part 2
by *kelley*
Quatre nodded against his chest, and then looked up and kissed his nose.
"But don't think I'm done with you yet..."
With that he alighted from Trowa's lap, and jumped back on the bed. His wings
bounced with him. A few more feathers were shaken loose, and they drifted to
the covers. Quatre reached the head of the bed, and turned to face Trowa. He
crooked his finger, and beckoned his tall lover to him.
Grinning wickedly, Trowa made his way to the bed, and crawled on it up to his
angel. Before he could grab the blonde as he planned, the boy pounced on him,
and pushed him onto his back. Trowa was sprawled out, with a smiling Quatre
covering his body. The Arabian picked up a loose feather from the bed, and
ran it over Trowa's face.
"You're at my mercy now.."
Trowa shivered.
"At the mercy of an angel.."
He could feel his cock stirring, as he imagined what his angel could do to
him.
Quatre felt Trowa becoming aroused again, and he rubbed himself against the
swelling flesh.
"I think you like that idea."
Trowa moaned quietly as Quatre teased him. The blonde leaned over, running
the feather across Trowa's ear before whispering in it.
"So," he breathed, "do you want to take your angel? Or be taken by him?"
He shifted off his tall lover, and stroked the feather over Trowa's erection,
licking his lips when the tall boy arched toward the touch. The banged boy
squirmed under the feeling. It was so soft on his hard cock, and the contact
maddeningly light. He yanked Quatre back on top of him, pulling him so that
their arousal's came into contact. They both gasped as their heated,
throbbing erections rubbed together. Quatre threw his head back, enraptured
at the blazing pleasure that overtook his body.
Trowa took the opportunity to attack the slender column of his neck. Sucking
and licking the smooth flesh, as the blonde moaned above him. His hands
strayed down to cup the blonde's pert ass, fingers lightly squeezing the pale
cheeks. He watched his angel writhe in passion, and was further stimulated by
the lusty sounds, combined with the celestial sight. It was sinful, immoral,
unholy, blasphemous, and oh-so-perfect. A heavenly experience that he
intended to enjoy with devilish delight.
His fingers slid between the sweet cheeks to lightly touch the tight, hidden
ring. He rubbed it slowly, letting his angel know exactly what he wanted.
Quatre thrust against him, his body seeking more contact. A silent plea to be
taken, to be possessed by the one he loved most. Trowa's other arm wrapped
around Quatre, pressing their bodies together. Quatre's wings draped over
them, encircling the two with their billowing whiteness. The downy soft
feathers blanketing them as their bodies and lips met all at once.
In one breath the world was forgotten, banished away as their love for each
other took control. They were all that mattered. They were the heaven, the
hells, and everything in between. Their universe existed only in the other.
In warm, roving hands. In wet, breathless kisses. In loud cries, and low
moans. In whispered promises of eternal devotion that they somehow knew would
outlast time itself. Their foreheads rested together, as their breath
intermingled.
"My angel.. my beautiful angel. May I make love to you?"
Trowa's answer was a soft kiss, and a moist tongue stroking his own. And then
Quatre's warm body moved off to retrieve something from under the pillows.
The tall boy's arousal wept for his seraphim to return quickly. And
mercifully he did. Quatre pulled Trowa into a kneeling position and straddled
his lap. The Arabian was kneeling too, his inner thighs pressed against
Trowa's outer thighs. The blonde began to slowly thrust against the brunette,
their erections creating a friction as they were rubbed together. The
constant motion of arousal's brushing enough to send to them to cataclysmic
heights of euphoria.
Trowa knew his angel could easily make him climax like this. In truth, there
were times that he felt he could he climax just by looking at Quatre. His
love, his desire for the boy was so strong it seemed to encompass his entire
self at times. Nothing else mattered but bringing pleasure to his fair lover,
and finding his own pleasure in return. Giving their bodies to each other as
an expression of ultimate intimacy.
Panting, Quatre pressed a small jar of oil into Trowa's hand. The banged boy
fumbled open the top, and dipped his fingers in. He pulled his angel closer,
hugging him fiercely. His wings were trapped against his back; the softness
sending chills of pleasure as the feathers rubbed his bare skin. The Arabian
was still trying to move, his hips arching shallowly. He whined as the
glorious friction was lessened. One arm held Quatre still, as his other hand
slipped between his pale cheeks to tease the small entrance.
The blonde's lips attached themselves to his lover's neck. He nipped, he
suckled, he left marks that would linger. But nothing would persuade his tall
lover to hurry. He moved his attack up, his tongue assaulting Trowa's ear,
licking it lightly.
"Please, Trowa," he begged.
The green eyed boy swallowed a few times, his heart speeding up until it beat
wildly. He could never resist Quatre when the blonde used that tone. He
didn't even think his lover knew what his voice did to him. The sweet
pleading, his voice lowered, tinged with pure lust.
Trowa couldn't withstand the urge to hear more of that voice, more of that
passion heavy tone.
"Please what, my Qua..ahh..tre?", he managed to ask, as the blonde sunk
his teeth lightly into his earlobe.
"Please love me Trowa. Please take me," his voice seemed to drop even
lower, until it was the epitome of seductive, "make your angel scream for
you."
The green eyed boy groaned, as his arousal twitched. Two fingers
involuntarily slid inside the warmth of his lover's tight haven. Teeth bit
into the side of his neck, as Quatre pushed back.
"So perfect, Trowa, so perfect," he moaned.
His fingers dug into Trowa's shoulders, lightly scratching the skin. The
taller boy would have winced if he had even felt it, but he was so swept away
by the fires of pleasure that he didn't even notice it. All he could feel was
Quatre's soft body writhing in his arms, his lover's hot passage taking his
fingers so easily.
Their mouths pressed together hungrily. Trowa's tongue sliding in and out of
Quatre's mouth as his fingers moved in and out of his body. Tongue and
fingers exploring the insides of his beloved angel. He added a third finger,
almost climaxing as Quatre moaned shamelessly. The blonde was rocking on his
fingers, and he cried out again as they hit his pleasure spot. Quatre leaned
back, his back arched as he supported himself with his hands. His wings bent,
feathery whiteness spreading out behind him. His cock stood erect, glistening
with his excitement. He closed his eyes and let the pure rhapsody wash over
him.
The Arabian worked himself on Trowa's fingers, groaning, and moaning each
time the slim digits grazed his sweet spot. Trowa withdrew his fingers,
knowing that if he didn't take his angel right now he'd positively die. He
had never wanted Quatre as much as he did right that second. Seeing him like
that; wings open, skin flushed, eyes burning with desire for only him. The
Arabian was panting, and looking bereft that Trowa's fingers had so suddenly
left him. The green eyed boy yanked him close, their bodies sweat slicked,
their chests heaving.
"I have to have you *now* Quatre. *Now*.", he demanded, his voice choked
with desperation and desire.
The blonde nodded, breathless with expectation, and dipped his fingers in the
lube. Quatre took hold of Trowa's dripping cock, his oily fingers coating the
throbbing erection. Trowa moaned and thrust into his hand. Once his cock was
shiny with the oil Quatre positioned it at his waiting entrance. He lifted
himself up slightly.
"What are you doing?" Trowa panted.
Quatre lowered himself slowly, his eyes slipping shut as Trowa's hard cock
invaded his tightness. The swollen flesh slid through the initial resistance,
the thickness stretching Quatre in the way he so loved. "What.. Ooohh! What
does it feel like..?"
Trowa gripped the slender body close, using all his will not to thrust up and
impale his fair lover on his rigid erection. He moaned loudly as the blonde's
body squeezed around his aching cock. "It feels like.. heaven."
Quatre threw his head back, mewling with passion as Trowa was finally fully
sheathed deep within him. The tall boy buried his hand in his lover's golden
hair and pulled their faces close. Their lips met; crushing together,
swelling, bruising. The harshness of it a showing of their frantic desire.
Trowa wrapped his other hand in Quatre's wing, fingers clutching desperately
around the smooth feathers. They broke apart, breathing raggedly. Quatre
shifted slightly, moving his body around on his lover's cock until it hit
something, and flames burst within him.
The Arabian's body started to relax, as the tip of Trowa's erection
continually grazed his magic spot. It was perfection; Trowa so hard inside of
him, his strong arms wrapped about his body. They were so close, so joined
they could have been one person. Trowa was waiting for his angel to relax. He
didn't want to move before Quatre was ready. Sweat gleamed on him from the
heat rolling through his body, and from the exertion of not throwing Quatre
to the mattress, and pounding him like an animal.
The Arabian whimpered, squirming in Trowa's arms. He was ready. He had been
ready for what seemed like forever. Then again, a moment in Trowa's arms
seemed like forever. An eternity he would gladly spend the rest of his life
enjoying. Trowa started to move slightly. Barely arching his hips up. Quatre
lifted himself up a little, and met Trowa's shallow thrusts, pushing his body
down on his lover's hard cock. They moaned into each other's mouths as they
started kissing again. Even with their lips together, and their tongues
dancing their groans still echoed in the room.
Their pace quickened a bit, with Quatre lifting himself higher, and the two
of them meeting harder. The initial pain of penetration long forgotten,
Quatre's body was awash with heart pounding sensations. Each inward thrust by
Trowa stroked his tight walls so marvelously. His lover's erection filled his
body so amazingly. The rigid length stretching him so wide, caressing him as
it moved in and out.
Trowa was also being overtaken by the thrilling feelings of being buried so
deep inside his angel. Quatre's warm haven gripping his arousal, squeezing
into the aching flesh in a way that left him breathless. He moved his fingers
through the blonde's wings, still marveling at the sight, and feel of them.
Silky, smooth feathers tickled his calloused fingertips, as a tight passage
clutched at his cock. Quatre's arms wrapped around Trowa's neck, as the
taller boy chanted angel, angel, angel.. Each time he said it his tone
increased in volume.
He moaned the word so sweetly, so passionately, it could have truly been
Quatre's name. The blonde felt like an angel, he was in heaven, his lover
sending him soaring through the clouds to a place that could only be the
promised land. They rocked together, moving in perfect time. Trowa would pull
back, and Quatre would lift himself up. And then in a flurry of feathers they
would slam together, Trowa's cock being pushed deeply inside his lover. They
angled it to hit Quatre's magic spot, so stars flashed in both their eyes as
their bodies melded together.
Higher and higher they climbed, past cloud nine, and into the great beyond.
Their movements grew faster. Trowa snapping his hips up, impaling the blonde
as he lowered himself. Over and over Trowa's thick cock slid into Quatre's
welcoming body. The blonde loving every minute, crying out as his pleasure
place was touched, making Trowa cry out, as he too felt the intensity of
their lovemaking. No star could have burned brighter than them as they made
love.
Trowa slid his hand between them, releasing his hold on Quatre's wing to take
something else in his hand. His long fingers wrapped around Quatre's dripping
cock, making the blonde scream as he drove himself down. Red hot passion
flowed between them, binding their hearts together as their bodies joined.
Quatre knew he was on the edge. Heaven called to him, a paradise in the form
of his tall lover. And as all stars do eventually, he fell. Shooting down in
a fiery blaze of light. Trowa squeezed his arousal, and he came aggressively.
Quatre cried out, his body shuddering as his creamy seed flowed into Trowa's
hand.
His body tightened around the banged boy, the walls clamping down on the hard
erection thrusting within them. Trowa matched Quatre's cry as he filled the
blonde's body with his hot passion. He met his shooting star, and they burned
together, lighting up the room with their fervor.
And for endless moments after, they just existed. All they could do was
breathe and cling to one another. Trowa collapsed back, still holding tightly
to his angel, and still nestled inside his warm body. He stroked the white
feathers absently, a gesture to calm them both. Sleep began to creep up on
them, the experiences they had had tonight too much for them to withstand.
Their hearts slowed down, but they still beat together. The universe still
swirled around them, but they didn't care. They were together.
"I love you, my Quatre, my angel."
"I love you too, my Trowa, my heaven."
And then they slept. Their hearts beating as one, in a sound more beautiful
than any heavenly choir.
~end~
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