HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FISH-CHAN!!! ::grins:: This is Sarah’s b-day present. A 3x4x1 PWP lemon!!! Hope you all like it. One of the few sappy PWP’s I’ve seen.

Disclaimer: charas mot mine. Belong to whoever made the G-Wing series

WARNING: LEMON/PWP, OOC, SAP and a little ANGST I guess. Also…dirty talking Trowa, Very ukey Heero, ext…O.O you get the idea…

Feedback is always welcome! All mail WILL receive a reply! [email protected] Thanky! And if you have the time, MAIL SARAH! [email protected] She’d love to hear from you! Wish her a happy b-day for me!

For YOU Fish-Chan!!!

--> Ray-Chan

The fire danced spiritedly in the hearth. Rays of gold outlined the room in a heated glow. Lights were off and only those of the evergreen Christmas tree lit the room in soft pangs of colored light.

Heero sat before the fire, leaning back into Quatre’s open arms. He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of the fire and that of Quatre’s body wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"This is nice, Quatre."

The blonde nodded, resting his chin on the other boy’s head and breathing in the scent of Heero’s shampoo deeply.

"I’m glad Duo insisted on celebrating Christmas this year."

Heero quirked an eye open.

"Speaking of which, where is that braided baka anyway?"

"I think he and Wufei finally came to terms about their feelings." Quatre smiled. "They wanted to spend a quiet evening alone."

Heero leaned back further into the embrace and sighed softly.

"Makes sense."

"Yeah," Quatre sighed. "I just wish Trowa didn’t have to go on that mission. I miss him." Heero gave a low chuckle and Quatre eyed him, annoyed.

"What’s so funny?"

"When you worry, you get these little wrinkles in your forehead." He leaned up to kiss Quatre’s forehead gently. "I think it’s cute." Heero leaned back once again and Quatre wrapped his arms around him tightly. "Don’t worry so much, Quatre. I’m sure Trowa is okay. He’ll be home before you can say-"

The sound of a door slamming cut Heero short. Both boys turned to see a very cold and tired looking Trowa enter the room brushing snow from his coat. When he caught sight of the two by the fire, he allowed a small smile to cross his face, a gesture reserved only for the company of three.

Quickly hanging his coat on the hook by the door, he entered the living room and sat beside the other two to dry off by the fire.

Quatre smiled brightly at him.

"I’m so glad you’re home okay, Trowa. We really missed you."

Heero nodded his head in agreement. Trowa smiled and reached over to pull both boys into a tight embrace before Quatre cried out and batted him away playfully.

"Trowa! You’re wet! You’re getting US wet!"

The green-eyed pilot smirked slightly.

"Care to warm me up then?"

Quatre eyes widened. Trowa didn’t play like this often but when he did, they were in for a wild time. Heero took Trowa’s hand and pulled him closer once again, eyes gleaming evilly.

"Is that a challenge?"

"If you want it to be."

Heero pounced with a growl, sending Trowa toppling over backwards. They ended up with the banged pilot flat on his back and Heero straddling his chest, looking down on him with a lustful expression. The Wing pilot slowly bent for a kiss, sealing his lips over Trowa’s in a tangle of tongues and heated pants.

Quatre grabbed Heero’s waist and pulled him off with a cry, sending the brown-haired boy to the carpeted floor before pouncing on him, practically ripping off the ever present green tank top and shorts in his haste to remove them. Heero participated eagerly, pushing the vest off Quatre’s shoulders and unbuttoning the pink dress shirt with skilled fingers.

Trowa watched them hungrily, feeling his erection, now hard, pressing against the material of his pants. He quickly removed them along with his other clothing, watching as Quatre wet a finger in his mouth and inserted it into Heero, stretching him thoroughly.

"Ohhh….Quatre. Mmmmm…."

Trowa drank in the moans of the Japanese boy as the little Arabian raised Heero’s legs to his shoulders before slowly pushing his erect member forward into the tight passage.

They paused for a second, letting themselves adjust. Trowa took this pause to move towards them, sneaking up behind Quatre to firmly grasp his hips and slide a finger inside the slight blonde. Quatre’s moans of pleasure now equaled those of Heero.

"Mmmm…Trowa," Quatre rocked back on the HeavyArms pilot’s hand, forcing the digit in deeper, but at the same time pulling slightly out from Heero. The brown-haired boy cried out in protest and arched his back, thrusting his hips upwards to recapture Quatre’s erection.

The sounds the boys were making drove Trowa insane and he removed the fingers before positioning himself at Quatre’s entrance. Shifting slowly, he thrust into the blonde eliciting a sharp cry from the boy as he was impaled by Trowa’s member. His body struggled to remain in control of itself, inching forward until he was buried to the hilt within Quatre.

"Feels good," Quatre sighed, regaining his senses. "Move. Now. Please, Trowa."

With a slight growl, the banged pilot pulled almost completely out, only to stab his hips forward again in one fluid motion. The quickness of it all caused Quatre’s breath to hitch in his throat, and the blonde bent forward more, raising his ass higher in the air to deepen the thrusts within him.

Down on the floor below them, Heero bit his lip to keep from screaming. The sensations coursing through him were intoxicating. Quatre’s length was anything but average, the pain from the thick intrusion bringing tears to the Japanese pilot’s eyes. The pleasure of each deepening thrust was the only thing that held the shock of being roughly bruised from the inside from consuming him. Each wave washed over him, and he moaned his delectation, arousing the others above him even more.

Quatre’s teeth were clenched in concentration. Trowa’s length felt so good pounding into him, each thrust pushing his sweet spot, and Heero lay beneath him, so hot and tight around his throbbing member. It often surprised Quatre how vocal his lovers could be during lovemaking considering their often silent states.

"Quatre…" Trowa was panting behind him, thrusts still keeping time, "Quatre, I love you so much," He moaned, pushing in deeper and deeper. Quatre managed a small smile and he rocked back wantonly, allowing Trowa to pummel him into Heero.

The Japanese pilot couldn’t take it any more. He choked slightly before beginning to scream.

"Quuuuuaaatreee! Oh, Gods please! It huuuurts so bad!….but it feels so goooood too! AHH! Ohhhhh……Gods it hurts…"

Trowa was becoming more and more turned on by the second. He growled.

"I’m gonna fuck Quatre into you, Heero. I’ll bury him so deep inside you, you’ll never be able to get him out. Then I’ll screw him some more and I’ll screw you some more, too!"

Quatre was stunned. Trowa NEVER talked dirty during lovemaking. Maybe the week away on the mission had left him sex deprived. The blonde giggled thinking of Trowa with a raging hard-on for a week straight. Trowa gritted his teeth and stared at Quatre.

"What’s so funny?"

The blonde giggled.

"Nothing really. Just thinking about you not getting any for a week while I had Heero this whole time!" He snickered.

Trowa narrowed his eyes.

"Not funny."

And he jabbed his hips forward causing Quatre to cry out sharply.

"Trowa! That’s HARD! But it’s….it’s gooood, too." The banged pilot smirked and began to pummel Quatre harder and harder, forcing him deeply into Heero. Tears began to pour down the Wing pilot’s face, and Trowa leaned in to kiss them gently away.

"T-Trrowa. D-d-don’t. It hurts. Quatre hurts." Heero closed his eyes, sobbing. He could feel himself bleed slightly from the force of both boys’ steady thrusting. Trowa couldn’t hear him though. Thrusting steadily into Quatre, his pushed against the sweet spot, unrelenting.

"Ohhhhh, Trowaaaaaa!" Quatre threw his head back. "I’m cooooming!"

His essence poured out into Heero, flooding him and spilling out down the Japanese boy’s buttocks and onto the carpet below. He collapsed on top of Heero.

"I-I’m sorry you guys. It was just too much." He sighed, his muscles relaxing around Trowa’s straining erection. "I’m sorry."

Trowa lifted him up gently and removed Quatre’s limp member from Heero. Laying Quatre down on the floor nearby, he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"It’s okay, Quatre. Don’t worry about it." He turned back to Heero who still lay on the floor panting, legs open wide with the mixture of Quatre’s cum and Heero’s own blood mixing on the carpet below. Trowa frowned. "I’m sorry, too, Heero. I know how much it hurts you when we do it that way."

Heero’s still erect member belied the pain within him.

"I’m okay, Trowa. It…It just hurts sometimes."

Trowa left the recovering Quatre and crawled over to where Heero lay, pulling the smaller boy up and gathering him into a soft embrace.

"Let me make it up to you, Heero." The green-eyed pilot gripped Heero’s chin lightly and tilted his head up to meet his gaze. "Let me make love to you. I-I won’t hurt you this time. I’ll go slow. You can tell me if you want to stop."

Heero sighed, resting his head lightly on Trowa’s chest, holding him like he would drift away without the strong arms surrounding him, protecting him from the winter cold. He nodded, feeling Trowa’s head dip down to kiss him lightly on the forehead before pulling Heero up and onto his lap.

Both boys groaned as their equally hard erections ground together, the delicious friction sending them closer to the edge.

"Heero, I want to go slow for you." Trowa steadied Heero’s moving hips, taking hold of the thighs and wrapping them around his own waist so they were facing each other, Heero perched lightly in Trowa’s lap.

"Look at me?" Trowa captured Heero’s gaze in his own. Cobalt depths locked onto emerald green. Never letting his gaze wander, Trowa cupped the round globes of Heero’s ass in his hands and lifted him effortlessly. Carefully, he eased Heero downward, his erection pushing at Heero’s hole, seeking entrance, before sliding past the tight ring of muscle and sinking into the welcome heat.

Heero whimpered. Trowa kissed him firmly, stifling the choked sobs he knew must be tugging at his lover.

"Tell me if it hurts too much." Trowa locked gazes with the Japanese boy once again, pleading with him. "Promise you’ll tell me and I’ll stop."

Heero tightened the grip of his legs surrounding Trowa. "I-I promise."

The banged pilot slowly took Heero’s arms and wrapped them around his own neck. Enveloping Heero in a tight embrace, he rocked slowly, back and forth not really sliding in or out of the tight heat. The only motions were the constant changing of the angle his member hit within his lover, causing their breathing to quicken and slight sighs to escape them.

Heero liked this position better than any other. It gave him the chance to watch his lover as he came and yet, did not tear him as the earlier thrusting did. His tender passage was filled by Trowa, and Heero rocked back and forth, moaning when each angle hit something new inside him.

"Trowa….Mmmmm. Thank you. Feels good. Ahh! Soooo good….ohhhhh…."

Heero closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Locking gazes with Quatre, who was still lying on the floor watching them make love, he smiled at the blonde who managed a small smile back in his sated state. Trowa kissed Heero’s neck, demanding his full attention, and Heero turned back to his lover, kissing him firmly yet with a hint of softness.

"Are you ready?" Trowa allowed his grip on Heero to tighten, slowly dropping one hand down to the smaller boy’s weeping erection. Heero gasped and nodded his head frantically.

"Y-Yes."

Slowly speeding the pace of their rocking movements, Trowa stroked Heero’s member, in time. Shifting his hips erotically, the banged pilot, swirled his sex in small circles, driving Heero crazy with bent up passion.

"Troooowaaa! Ooooooh~ It’s good. M-more! Please!"

Trowa gripped Heero’s erection tighter and ran his hand up and down the shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure to all the right places.

"I-I’m coming Trowa! Oh, Gods MORE!"

Trowa quickened his pace even more, gripped Heero’s erection tightly, his fingers trailed over the heat, leaving heavy strokes and bringing the other boy over the edge.

"AHHHHHhhh! Trooowaaaaaaa!" Heero erupted in a blaze of light his passion dripping from Trowa’s fingers and chest. He managed to tighten his legs, holding the banged pilot in place as he squeezed Trowa’s member with the tight muscles of his ass. Once. Twice. And Trowa exploded with a cry, filling Heero and spilling out over them both. Heero slumped against him with a sigh.

"Thank you, Trowa."

The banged pilot smiled warmly and lowered them both to the carpeted floor, hugging Heero closer. A sudden pair of arms wrapped around Heero from behind, and he looked back to see Quatre snuggling up to him, burying his head in Heero’s wild hair. Trowa sighed and closed his eyes, reaching around Heero to pull Quatre closer.

They lay there together, wrapped in their love, oblivious to the quickly dying fire. The Christmas tree lit the room enough, slightly colored shadows playing on the walls and drifting out the window to dance on the pale winter snow.