What You Want:
Part Two
By: Kitty E.
Heero watched as Quatre and Trowa fell into a familiar pattern without even realizing they were doing so. Both were simply unable to let a kiss go without a reply. The moment stretched on as Trowa fell back under Quatre's confident assault, he liked watching, but liked it so much he couldn't bear another moment without sensation. He managed to force himself to stand quietly for a long while before making a soft noise of discontent. Quatre pulled away, a sheepish grin firmly in place.
"Ah, Heero, we haven't forgotten you," he walked over to him quickly, tugging Trowa with him. Small hands fisted in Heero's hair paying back the momentary lack of attention until Heero felt like passing out. Quatre pulled Heero's dress shirt off with the blazer, and gently pushed him down until he was lying on the bed with Trowa sitting beside him.
A softer mouth met Heero's, he didn't even have to open his eyes to recognize the change in lovers. Trowa even tasted different, like coffee, soon overpowering the semi-sweet taste of Quatre's green tea. He felt his legs being pushed apart, and a soft pressure coming over his groin. He managed to look down briefly before his head snapped back in a rush of pleasure, glimpsing Quatre undoing his belt buckle while carefully massaging his erection.
Lips again, Trowa's, Heero lifted his hand to grasp Trowa's shoulder and found he had removed his shirt. Heero mimicked what Quatre had done to him earlier, making deliberate circles over one nipple while tweaking the other earning more gasps of pleasure for his trouble. He felt his erection released from his slacks, a cold blast of air hitting it before something hot came around it. Heero broke their kiss again, moaning and panting as Quatre, no, Quatre's *mouth* drove him out of his mind. Trowa's lips were on him again, this time latching onto a taut brown nipple, while his hands wandered over Heero's fevered flesh.
It felt like too much to take in, and yet it was hardly enough. He knew he was losing control of his body, feeling a maddening tension build up within him. Quatre stopped suddenly, depriving him of the stimulation he needed to fulfill his body's desire. A moment later, a rough tongue was upon him, going up the full length, tracing the head, teasing him. When Quatre's plunged down suddenly, head at the right angle, gag reflex suppressed long enough to take in his entire length, the pressure within Heero exploded, releasing a wave of energy, along with something else. For a brief moment, he felt an utter physical completion, a satisfaction liked he'd never known.
Pleased laughter snapped him out of it, and when he had finally had enough control over his body to sit up, he found Quatre demurely wiping his face of a sticky white fluid and licking it from his fingers. As he caught his breath, a second vision came to him, lust filled green eyes staring back at him with a request hidden deep within them. Heero tugged Trowa closer roughly, mouths meeting again urgently. He opened his eyes briefly, flicking them over to Quatre who watched them intently. The blonde turned away to kick off his slacks and finish removing his shirt.
He looked back to find Trowa pinned beneath Heero and loving every minute of it. He let them be for a moment, trying not to touch himself, wanting to wait but losing the battle. He forced himself to stick to soft strokes as he watched moving against each other, grunting and groaning. Heero's kisses were more like bites as his mouth roamed over Trowa's chest, hands impatiently fumbling with Trowa's jeans. He wanted that climax again, and was willing to forgo the careful buildup to reach it. He was getting hard again, grinding against Trowa's now unclad hips to further his arousal. Through it all, Trowa urged him silently, welcoming the rough touches and wanting more.
Quatre frowned when he saw Heero getting ready to thrust into his lover. "Iie," he said suddenly. Heero froze, and then pulled away, he didn't know why he was being told to stop but he wasn't willing to ruin the night by refusing to listen. "I don't want you to hurt him," Quatre explained. His fingers cupped Heero's cheek then slowly slid down his spine. "I'll show you, all right?"
Heero couldn't tell if his face registered any of the anticipation he felt, but he knew he managed a nod. Quatre smiled, grabbing a jar of lube from the nightstand, covering his fingers in the stuff. As he knelt behind Heero he saw the other boy had dipped his head again to kiss Trowa again, softly now that he had been told to wait, and nodded his approval. Carefully, he forced one finger in, blinking in surprise as Heero thrust back against it, driving it deeper. Quatre licked his lips, this would be new, an aggressive partner who wouldn't only receive but would demand it. He loved Trowa dearly, but the taller boy hardly ever surpassed him in need.
Heero was panting by the time three fingers had worked their way inside, stretching and stroking. Whether it was giving him pain or pleasure was unclear, but he rocked against Quatre's fingers as if pleading for something more. Quatre was more than willing to give it to him. Removing his fingers he slathered more gel onto his erection. Heero grunted at the initial discomfort he felt as Quatre pressed into him, but he forced himself to relax, moving back against the intruder until he felt Quatre's full length inside him. Quatre made a sweet noise of ecstasy as he began to move, the initial two or three rough, raw thrusts were quickly forgotten when Quatre connected with something deep inside Heero. He couldn't breathe, his breath expelled too quickly in pants and moans as Quatre stroked over that same point over and over.
When Trowa's hand closed around his erection, he thought he would collapse, but his strokes were slow, a counter point to Quatre's maddening pace. It wasn't enough to send him over the edge, that was something Trowa wanted Heero to do inside him. Suddenly, Quatre stiffened, Heero's name shouted out almost as much in surprise as completion. Gently, he pulled out of Heero, sitting back to regain his bearings, watching again as Heero now repeated his previous actions, carefully preparing Trowa.
He moved now, maneuvering around them to half lay half sit next to Trowa. He turned Trowa's head for a kiss, lips meeting for calm, tender kisses. Heero's hands were otherwise occupied, and so Quatre left his fingers traces over the familiar contours of his lover's body. As Heero worked, Quatre whispered into Trowa's ear, cooing phrases Heero didn't know yet. The quiet reassurances, and sweet nothings{1} Trowa loved to hear. Trowa jerked, and Quatre glanced away to see Heero had penetrated him. His breath caught his throat as he watched Heero thrust into his lover. Swallowing hard he reached between them and took Trowa's erection firmly. It only took him a few strokes to figure out there was something wrong.
He sat up, catching Heero's attention with a kiss. "Do it harder," he whispered. At Heero's shocked expression, he continued, "He'll never ask for it, but he loves it. Fuck him *hard.*"
When Heero surged forward anew, he put the full force of his considerable strength into it. Trowa gasped but gave no indication he wanted it to stop, lifting his hips to meet Heero's next thrust and mouth falling open as they connected. Quatre started pumping his hand again, feeling Trowa's erection twitch and harden with every one of Heero's thrusts. Trowa was the first to climax, having gone the longest without release. Heero lasted only a moment longer as Trowa's body clamped down around him.
Quatre brought his hand away licking away what had landed on his fingers, though most of it was splashed across Heero's stomach. Heero leaned down and lavished a few kisses on Trowa's face, ending it with one in the taller boy's sweat soaked hair. Suddenly, he was pulled into Quatre's arms and he found himself cradled between the two boys who were now his lovers. Trowa curled up against him, and Quatre holding him tightly. Heero couldn't deny the peace that overcame him, he could understand why it felt so right, but it did.
He closed his eyes, preparing to let sleep come, when he finally noticed a throbbing hardness against his inner thigh. Keeping his eyes closed, he snaked his hand back, and wrapped his fingers around Quatre's erection. He felt the other boy jerk, and catch his wrist. He looked back to see the Quatre had a finger pressed to his lips, then pointing to the reason why. Trowa was already asleep, breathing steady. Quatre unlaced his fingers from Trowa's hand and slid out of bed, Heero quietly following him.
Quatre led him out of the bedroom, closing the door softly. "Quatre," he whispered, and was rewarded with an embrace. Quatre slipped his arms around him again, and kissed him lovingly. Heero opened his mouth without any prompt, and Quatre slowly took advantage of it. He broke away, taking Heero's hand and leading him to the couch. He sat down, and pulled Heero down until he knelt before him. It took Heero only a moment to figure out what he was to do. Taking deep breath, he licked the tip of Quatre's erection experimentally. Working over the taste and sensation for a moment, he fitted his mouth of the head, and plunged down.
Quatre's fingers worked into his hair, encouraging him gently. Heero tried to remember what the other boy had done to him, but the remembered sensations were muddled with what Trowa had done as well. "Heero," Quatre said, calling his attention. "Here, lie like this." He stretched out on the couch, and motioned for Heero to lay the opposite way, his feet where Quatre's head was now. "Do I what I do, what you feel."
Heero started breathing faster as his semi-erect member was taken into Quatre's mouth for the second time tonight. This time he focused on what Quatre was doing to him, and did his best to mirror each swirl of the tongue, and bob of the head. Apparently, this method worked, Quatre came quickly, flooding his mouth his seed. Heero choked slightly, but did as he had seen Quatre do, swallowing as much as he could. After a few moments of work, Quatre found himself doing the same, sighing softly.
Heero sat up carefully, watching Quatre stretch and yawn. "Ne, Heero, you want to sleep *now?*" he asked wryly.
He did, he was exhausted, but there were questions he'd been afraid to ask earlier. He shook his head, "I want to know why."
Quatre's smile faded a little as he accepted the weight of the question. "I'll tell you. But not tonight, I'm so tired, I'll forget something." He kissed Heero's cheek. "Just know, that it'll mean a lot to both of us if you stay."
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Part Three