With A Little Help From Quatre
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Quatre was awakened by the sound of Duo screaming. He sat, bolt
upright, in bed, and was about to climb out when Duo ran into his
room and got into bed with him and Trowa, who was also wide awake.
"Um, Duo?" Quatre asked, concernedly.
Duo clung to Quatre, shaking all over.
"Duo?" Quatre stroked the braided boy's hair and spoke in a soothing
voice. "Shhh... it's okay, Duo. What happened?"
"Heero..." Duo whimpered. "He... he was kissing me.. and it ... it
was nice, and then he was touching me... you ... you know with his
hands, and that was okay, too... then... he... he hurt me."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to, Duo." Quatre told him, softly. "He may
have been a little overeager, and that may have hurt you. But I'm
positive Heero didn't... " he looked up as Heero walked in.
"Duo?!" the Perfect Soldier asked. His usually dispassionate face
wore a look of concern. "Duo, are you all right?"
Duo shied away from Heero, trying to hide under Quatre's arm, the way
a shy child might hide behind their mother.
"Duo, I'm sorry." Heero told him. "I didn't mean to hurt you, my
sweet Duo. Not tonight. I'd never hurt you, but especially not
tonight."
Quatre had an idea. He looked over at Trowa, as if in silent
explanation, then began.
Carefully, gently, Quatre kissed Duo, stroking him and caressing him,
until Duo stop shivering and began to relax. He paid extra attention
to Duo's emotional state, waiting until the last vestiges of fear
were gone before inviting Heero to join them on the bed. Once Heero
was there, Quatre carefully guided him into Duo, first making sure he
was properly lubricated so he wouldn't hurt the braided pilot. Then,
when Heero was inside Duo, Quatre drew back and felt Trowa's arms
enfolding him. He felt Trowa kissing him, and kissed Trowa back.
Watching as Heero made love to Duo, kissing and caressing the braided
boy, speaking words of affection to him, Trowa found himself desiring
Quatre more than ever. They'd made love before, but always holding
back; Trowa afraid of being hurt, Quatre afraid of hurting. Now,
Trowa feared no such thing. The resolution of Duo's virginal fear had
also served to resolve Trowa's own fears.
"Quatre," he whispered, "please, my love."
It was all Quatre needed to hear.
-----TBC-----