Shangri-La (formerly "untitled 4x(1x2) Ficcie")
-----part 1-----
Quatre watched, silently, as the tension built up between Duo and
Heero. He knew each pilot wanted the other. He could see it in the way
they talked, their protectiveness of each other. Sooner or later, he
thought, the tension would snap, and then...
As he drifted off to sleep, he smiled, to himself. Tomorrow was
Saturday, It was their day off and he'd thought of a perfect way to
spend it.
*****
Heero woke and walked into the kitchen. Quatre was already there,
making some breakfast for himself. He noticed that the bathrobe
Quatre was wearing was loose, falling from one shoulder or the other
each time the boy reached for an item. He sighed inwardly as he took
in the curves of the Arabian boy's shoulders, so much like others he
longed to touched.
The owner of the shoulders in question walked into the room at that
point, his long braid flicking seductively across the curve of his
attractive backside.
"Morning, Heero! Quatre!" he said, cheerfully. "So, what's on the
agenda for today?"
"Hn..." Heero muttered.
"You know you're really cute when you do that." Duo smirked.
"Omae o korosu."
"He's right, you know." Quatre told Heero. "You are cute. You both
are. I guess that's why I want you so badly. Both of you. I'm
jealous. You love each other, you know. I just wish you could love
me, too."
"Duo..." Heero whispered. "Do you really...?"
Duo nodded. He did love Heero. Had loved him for some time. And now
he knew Heero loved him. Knew him because of Quatre. Sweet Quatre who
would never hurt or deceive them. Pure Quatre, who wanted to lose his
virginity to Heero and Duo himself.
-----part 2-----
"Come." Heero ordered, meaning to continue this rather pleasant turn
of events in his bedroom where they could be far more comfortable.
"But we haven't even undressed yet!" Duo exclaimed. "I mean, you
think we'd at least get into some foreplay be... mmmph!"
Quatre explored Duo's mouth with his tongue as he captured the
American pilot's lips with his own.
Heero slipped his hand into Quatre's slacks, determined to show the
young Arabian pilot his undying gratitude for Quatre's having so
effectively shut Duo up.
Quatre moaned, his legs buckling at Heero's touch. If Heero hadn't
been grasping him in just the right way, he'd have come immediately.
Duo unbuckled and pulled down Quatre's pants, giving Heero better
access to the blond pilot, returning Quatre's passionate kiss, his
own tongue now clashing with Quatre's as the heat rose between them.
Then Quatre unbuttoned Duo's shirt, kissing his way down the braided
pilot's chest and stomach. The blond Arabian undid and removing Duo's
pants and undershorts, taking Duo into his mouth the way he'd done in
so many of his dreams and fantasies.
Duo threw back his head in ecstasy as he felt the wet heat of
Quatre's mouth engulf him. It felt so very wonderful. He grasped
Quatre's shoulders and began to thrust into the sweet, unassuming
mouth.
Quatre soon worked out a rhythm and began move his mouth up and down
Duo's shaft in time to the braided pilot's thrusts. At the same time,
he rocked his hips against Heero's groping, stroking hands, enjoying
the way they caressed every part of his maleness. He felt one of
Heero's fingers work its way, slowly, up inside him. His breathing
quickened as he realized what the Perfect Soldier planned to do.
"Please," Quatre begged. "I've never done anything like this
before."
Heero nodded and dipped his fingers into a jar of cooking grease. He
carefully worked it into Quatre's virgin hole, lubricating and
readying the Arabian pilot.
Quatre let out a pleading whimper, unable to speak with Duo still
buried in his mouth, and pushed back against Heero to demonstrate his
need to have the Japanese pilot buried in him.
Heero was reminded of a cat in heat as he continued to stroke an
fondle Quatre. He unzipped his pants and began to rub the head of his
manhood against Quatre's opening, waiting for Quatre to relax enough
to be penetrated. Then, he was pushing into the blond Arabian,
slowly, carefully, and Quatre was pushing back against him. Heero
penetrated Quatre as Quatre impaled himself upon Heero, still working
his lips up and down along Duo's shaft.
As soon as Heero was fully buried inside of Quatre, Duo came, his
entire body going rigid, as he pumped his seed into Quatre's mouth.
Quatre swallowed every drop, savoring the sweet flavor of Duo's
orgasm. Then he drew himself up, careful not to pull away from Heero's
wonderful thrusts, and kissed Duo, letting the braided pilot taste
his own seed as Heero reached around and begin to apply the grease to
Duo the same way he'd done to Quatre, knowing full well that Duo was
also a virgin.
Duo pulled back from the kiss and kissed his way down Quatre's body,
mimicking Quatre's earlier actions. He sucked vigorously, bobbing
his head up and down along Quatre's shaft, until Quatre cried out and
came, filling Duo's mouth even as the blond pilot felt Heero tense
up, ready to come. But to Quatre's disappointment, Heero pulled out
of him before he came.
Quatre let out a tired whimper of protest, but was too exhausted to
do anything else.
"I'm sorry," Heero said as he moved behind Duo and pushed into him.
"My thrusts are for you, Quatre, but my seed is for Duo."
Duo quivered as Heero came deep inside him. He kissed Quatre's
sleeping lips as he felt Heero's seed filling him. After some time,
he felt Heero's orgasm start to taper off. But by then he was already
passing out from exhaustion.
A moment after Duo passed out, Heero's orgasm finally ended.
"Not bad, " Heero mused as unconsciousness claimed him, "for my first
time."
-----Owari-----