Deviants

© 2014

Written By : Storm

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing in any way, shape, or form. This fanfiction has been written for entertainment purposes only.

Warning: AU, Yaoi, Mature Sexual Themes, Strong Language, Emotional Angst

This is my first attempt at writing a more serious adult yaoi fic. I can't write purely about sex, that is just how I feel I am, so I have figured out a great plot line for these characters and their romantic lives. Sex is simply something included, and will be written in whatever detail I feel the scene needs to have. I hope that you enjoy this fanfic. Please leave a review or follow this story if you enjoy it.

Also, please excuse me if I accidentally write Trowa instead of Triton, or vice versa. I am noticing it happening, at times.

SCENE 1 (FRIDAY)

Triton pulled his scarf up further to cover his nose, carefully balancing the large pot of soup Catherine had given him in his other hand. He huddled in his hoodie against the cold wind, wishing he'd brought a jacket or something that could have blocked the wind from his skin more. Taking the pot back in both hands, which were growing numb from the cold, Triton continued on down the near empty streets. According to the directions he had been given by his sister, the flat he was delivering this soup to was only a few more blocks away, and he desperately hoped that whoever was getting this soup would let him warm up a bit before he had to walk the hour back home again.

It had all started this morning when Trowa had absently mentioned to Catherine that a friend of his had been sick yesterday. This had spurred Catherine into a soup-making mood, and since Trowa had never come by to pick it up like he said he would, Catherine had decided that Triton was to be appointed with the task of delivering it because, as Catherine always insisted, 'good soup must never be wasted'. So here Triton was, stuck in the cold with a heavy pot of lukewarm soup that did nothing to keep his hands warm. As it was, it was late, too, past ten already. Triton hadn't been able to leave for this errand until after his last performance at the carnival, and it would be well past eleven by the time Triton returned home. And then he had to do homework still, on top of all this, because he wouldn't have much time in the next few days with all the weekend specialty shows going on in the carnival.

Triton paused as he reached an intersection, looking up in relief to read a sign that said 'Reed Street', which meant he was finally nearly there, like he had predicted. He turned and made his way down the sidewalk, eyeing the numerous identical flats for number twenty two. It didn't take long now. Triton walked up under the small porch roof, balancing the pot of soup once more as he reached up and rang the doorbell twice. Stepping back, he waited, hoping that he wouldn't be yelled at for coming out so late. A moment passed of nothing, and then Triton heard something and the door swung inwards, revealing a man's figure. Triton felt his heart skip a beat before it began pulsing a bit faster than before, his eyes widening and his jaw opening in unconscious awe as he stared at this man.

He was just gorgeous! He was about a half foot taller than Triton, with a pair of amazing violet eyes that shone as he looked at Triton from behind the chocolate colored bangs that framed his heart-shaped face. A half smile was on his rosebud lips, and the entry light shone on him to reveal the fact that he was shirtless and very much defined, his muscles gleaming with a fine layer of natural sweat. A thick braid hung down over his shoulder, traveling over his chest and hard abs to his navel, below which sat a pair of low cut lounge pants. This man was exuding an aura of erotic sensuality simply by existing. It was an extremely tantalizing treat for the eyes, all in all, and Triton was awestruck, staring dumbly at this man while his stomach flipped inside and his chest tightened.

A hand raised and touched Triton's hood, pushing it back to reveal Triton's face to the light. Those violet eyes studied him for a moment, and then the man's lips parted in a smile as he spoke. "You look much too cute with your mouth open like that," he said with a soft chuckle, setting a hand under Triton's chin to guide it closed.

Triton blinked as his jaw clicked shut, then shook himself out of his stunned stupor and tore his gaze away from the man's gorgeous face. He felt a heat rise up his neck and into his cheeks as he realized that he had just been caught openly gawking at this beautiful man.

"What have we here?" A finger tapped on the lid of the pot Triton held clutched tightly in his hands.

"Oh," Triton looked at the pot, then back up at the man. He'd felt too stunned to just state why he was here right away. "I'm Triton Bloom, Trowa's half brother. My sister Catherine sent me over with some soup because...uh, because someone is sick..." Triton found his voice trailing off as his eyes were caught by the glorious sight of the man in front of him stretching, his muscles flexing naturally.

"Well, Triton Bloom," the man smirked as Triton lapsed back into staring. "The one who was sick slept it off, so there's no one here who needs your soup."

Triton blinked, a wave of sudden annoyance flaring up over his lust. "Are you kidding me?" he snapped. "I just walked for an hour in the freezing cold wind with a heavy pot of soup after a long performance, and now you're telling me that no one needs the damn soup at all?!" Triton huffed. "That's just perfect! Now I get to carry this stupid thing all the way back home and spend another hour freezing my ass off, only so I can have Cat interrogate me as to why no one wanted her damned soup!" Triton moved to turn and leave in frustration, but a pair of warm hands settled on his, halting him.

"I never said I didn't want it."

Triton looked back at this man, his own emerald eyes meeting up with the man's sparkling violet orbs. "...what?"

"I never refuse food, Triton," he spoke in a serious manner, though his face was split with a grin. "Though I am seriously tempted to say no and continue to watch you rave." His smile grew. "You're even cuter when you're angry."

Triton's momentary rage vanished into the heat of the blush again. Now he was simply embarrassed again! Why was this insanely gorgeous man being so forward? And Triton had just exploded in a tantrum in front of him! It was not a great first impression.

"I'm Duo Maxwell," the man finally introduced himself to Triton, who repeated the name mentally to himself.

Duo Maxwell... Damn! Why did he have to be so fine and good looking and...half dressed... Triton felt his blush spreading down his chest as his imagination suddenly flared with imaginings of Duo without anything on...

"Why don't you come inside, Triton, and warm up a little?" Duo offered, taking the cold pot of soup gently from Triton's hands. He balanced it under an arm and then wrapped his slender fingers around Triton's cold hand. Duo's warm touch seeped into Triton's chilled skin as he pulled Triton inside the entry hall, closing the door behind them. "You're frozen," Duo commented, squeezing Triton's hand. Triton swallowed, feeling his heart race even faster as Duo took Triton's cold hands in his own, breathing warm air onto them and rubbing the feeling back into them. "You should wear gloves next time."

Triton tried to ignore the prodding image of a naked Duo wrapped up in a bow, which was dancing in the back of his head, and nodded guiltily. "I didn't know it would be so cold tonight," he explained weakly. Duo let go of his hands and Triton felt like sighing, as he'd enjoyed the moment of contact. Triton couldn't get over how gorgeous Duo was!

Duo stepped past the pile of shoes gathered in the narrow hall and reached a hand to push back the black beads that separated the hall from the main room. He stepped through them, speaking as he did. "Guys, we have a visitor."

Triton followed him, stepping through the beads to see the people Duo was talking to. There were two of them, both grown men like Duo. Triton immediately noticed the fact that they, too, were shirtless and defined, lounging on the pair of couches spread before a large TV. Triton felt his entire body tense in nervous anxiety, as both of these men were also incredible specimens of the male body, like Duo. Unlike Duo, they both seemed to be of asian descent.

Trowa's friends could all be male models, seriously!

"Damn, Duo," one of the men sat up from his position, his brow raising as he looked at Triton. "Where did you get such a sweet looking thing?"

"This is Triton Bloom," Duo explained as he walked towards the kitchen area of the main room, placing the soup down on the counter. "He's Trowa's half brother."

Triton stood still near the entryway, not wanting to shadow Duo too closely, but uncertain as to what else he should do. The man who was eyeing Triton stood up from the couch and came over, standing in front of Triton with his arms crossed. His dark onyx eyes travelled up and down Triton's form, a smirk gracing his face.

"Now what possessed Trowa to keep a gem like you a secret?" he asked, licking his lips. "You look finer than silk."

Triton couldn't find his voice to answer as he looked back at this man. He had a broader chest than Duo, with well built muscles and not a hint of fat on his rugged form. Triton had never had a great attraction to asian genes, especially Chinese, as he suspected this man was, but Triton also couldn't deny the fact that he was flawlessly attractive. His dark eyes were framed by loose straight bangs and the rest of his black hair drawn back into a short but messy ponytail. He also stood taller than Triton, as most people usually did, but his form was still lithe, without too much bulk.

"Triton, this is Wufei Chang," Duo introduced him, returning from the kitchen. "And the one on the couch is Heero Yuy, my flat-mate."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wufei," Triton nodded politely, trying to settle down the nervous butterflies that sprung up in his stomach as Wufei looked at him, his eyes filled with open lust. "And you, Heero." Triton looked over to the second man on the couch, who hadn't moved since his arrival. He hadn't spared a glance this way, yet, and he didn't respond to Triton's greeting, either, his gaze focused on the TV, which was on the cooking channel, strangely enough. A cigarette burned in his hand, the smoke trailing upwards absently.

"Heero, why don't you take a look at him," Wufei suggested to his friend. "He's a cute one. Aren't you a little curious to see Trowa's little brother?"

Heero didn't answer at first. Then there was a vague grunt of acknowledgement and he shifted forward, putting out his cigarette before he turned to do as Wufei suggested. Triton saw cool blue eyes looking piercingly at him from behind the shadow of dark brown hair, which hung about his face with a messy allure. Heero stared at Triton for a moment over the couch, then he suddenly stood and walked over towards them. Wufei stepped aside as Heero took his place in front of Triton, his cold blue eyes doing just what Wufei's had a moment before.

But Heero's gaze wasn't warm like Wufei's was. Heero's eyes were like ice and daggers, cold and calculating. Triton suddenly felt that he was being judged for something more than just his outward appearance. Something more serious, it seemed, by the way Heero was looking at him. Such a serious and grim expression!

"Hai," Heero finally spoke. A hand came up to grab Triton's chin, tilting his head. "He's cute." Heero stepped back. "Take off your sweater. Let's see you."

Triton stared back. "...what?" he finally stammered out, hesitant to do such a thing.

"Take off your sweater," Heero repeated. His tone didn't really sound like he was making it a request.

"Just humor him," Duo nodded, gesturing for Triton to do as Heero asked. Triton reached up and pulled his sweater up over his head, leaving him in his simple T-shirt before them. He felt his blush spread even more as all three men gazed openly at him. All of him.

"And you're Trowa's little brother?" Heero asked. His gaze still hadn't left Triton for an instant.

Triton nodded, hoping that Heero wouldn't ask him to take off his shirt next. He wouldn't do it. He couldn't! It felt strange enough to have all these incredibly good looking men ogling him. Triton couldn't compare to them at all, as they were so defined and toned!

Heero's stare was slightly unnerving, too, for Triton. Then suddenly the older man was smirking at him, his face smoothing from the seriousness of before.

"You have the same eyes as Trowa," he remarked, coming closer again. Triton instinctively stepped back, but Heero reached out and caught his wrist. "But your face is different from him." Heero's grip was much stronger than when Duo had grabbed him. It was ironclad, tight and solid. Heero's cobalt blue eyes delved into Triton's green eyes, and Triton felt his heart race even more.

Heero was intimidating!

"How old are you though?" Wufei broke in with a question. "Because while you look utterly divine, I've got my limits, and you seem rather fresh."

Triton looked to Wufei, his arm still caught in Heero's grip. "I'm seventeen."

"Damnit! Underage," Wufei's grin turned into a pout. "I'm out, now. I suppose I can't be drooling all over you if you're so young."

"I'm eighteen in three months," Trowa protested. "I'm not that young."

Wufei's smile returned halfway and his tongue darted out. "Dear Triton," he chuckled. "You almost sound as though you're trying to tempt me…"

"I'm not tempting anyone! I just brought soup!" Triton argued, feeling very embarrassed in this moment. They were all very forward and they spoke so bluntly! Heero wouldn't let go of his wrist, either. Triton didn't know why he was had grabbed him in the first place.

"Ah, well," Wufei turned and returned to the couch, falling onto it with a look of reluctance. "I must have my morals, then."

Duo snorted in a laugh, looking away from Heero and Triton to speak to Wufei. "What morals? You had none an hour ago."

"Duo, when you walk around in those low pants, I can't help but want to ravish you," Wufei stated casually in reply. "Why don't you come over here so we can repeat it, hm? I've gotten all excited by pretty boy over there."

Triton was confused as Wufei spoke, looking over to Duo, only to see that Duo was staring at him. Triton felt his heart beat increase as their eyes connected, but then Duo looked away, glancing at Heero's hand on his arm for a moment before he went towards Wufei. Triton thought he saw Duo's smile falter into a frown, but he had turned too quickly to be sure. Triton watched his smooth back as he walked, then stared in numb shock as Duo straddled Wufei's lap, wrapping his arms around the man and locking lips with him. The kiss very quickly progressed to something more like a make out session, with tongues meeting, chests touching, and heavy breathing included.

Triton felt even hotter under his shirt and wondered how red a person could turn from blushing, because he felt he should be crimson colored by now. Aside from his shock at this very open display of intimacy, Triton suddenly felt greatly defeated. The great ride of imaginings and secret glances at Duo came to a sudden and depressing halt, because this intimacy meant that Duo was taken. He was in a relationship, so Triton's silly attraction to him was never going to be anything. Not that Triton had really thought he had a chance, in reality, but dreaming was still nice. Watching Wufei sliding his hands over Duo's chest now made a feeling of minor jealousy arise in Triton.

And underneath his jealousy, Triton felt a little bit turned on. It was arousing to watch two extremely attractive men making out.

Triton had no problems with men being together in relationships. He'd long ago realized that he would notice Catherine's boyfriends much more often than he would ever notice her girl friends, and Trowa was openly gay, so it was a very normal concept to Triton. He hadn't ever done anything with a man yet, but he definitely felt aroused by them, and he'd done plenty of research into the subject. There'd just never been any opportunities in the past to meet a man in a romantic way.

Heero startled Triton out of his thoughts, pulling him over to the second couch. Only now did Heero release his grip on Triton's wrist. The older man sat down on the couch, leaning on the arm and gesturing for Triton to sit down. He did so, his hands in his lap and his body tense in the soft cushions. Heero lit a cigarette and stared at Triton. Triton avoided his piercing gaze. He felt unnerved by Heero's gaze. The way he looked was similar to the way Wufei had, eyes filled with lust, but Heero had something more behind his gaze. Triton had no idea what he was thinking and that was the truly unnerving part. Wufei had said his intentions very openly, but Heero wasn't showing any sort of emotion or hint as to what he was thinking.

But that left only two others to look at, and they were currently busy with each other. From Triton's seat, he had a fine view of Duo's back, the smooth skin interrupted by his braid and, if Triton was guessing it right, a few long and fine scars. Wufei's had his hands cupping Duo's asscheeks and Duo's hands were somewhere out of sight. Triton felt his heart thumping inside his chest. This sort of scene was just the type of thing that Triton dreamt about at night, in his fantasies. Usually he was one of the ones involved and not just watching, though. Either way, he felt a bit surreal for a moment as he lapsed into staring at them.

"Does it intrigue you?" Heero's voice shattered Triton's mental fantasies, bringing him back to the moment sharply. "Two men, together."

Triton held his breath for a moment as he met Heero's gaze. It was cold and unblinking. "I know about it," he answered. "Trowa has had Quatre over before. I've seen them together." Heero smirked. It was a strangely sexy sight. Triton found himself glancing at Heero's chiseled chest, noting how it was scarred in various places, and oh-so-toned.

"Have you ever been with a man, Triton?"

Triton's heart definitely stopped at this. It felt like it, at least, as he pulled his gaze back to Heero's face with an expression of surprise. Triton suddenly felt strange under Heero's intense gaze. "No, I'm not-," Trowa stopped himself. What had he been about to say? He wasn't gay? Triton knew he was gay because being surrounded by these three shirtless men was causing him to blush deeply and ache in his groin. Seeing Duo and Wufei making out made him feel like he was in one of his porn fantasies! "I'm not ready for a relationship," Triton thought up something quickly. "I don't...I mean, I haven't had any time to date anyone."

"An innocent!" Wufei chirped from over Duo's shoulder. They had paused in their lip-locking to hear Triton's answer to the loaded question Heero had given him. Duo was, again, looking at Triton with those eyes that made his insides tingle.

Such gorgeous violet eyes….

"I'm not innocent," Triton argued with Wufei. "I'm just young. I don't have any time to find somebody."

"If you weren't so young, I'd take you myself," Wufei winked at him, licking his lips again. "I'm so tempted to make an exception. What do you think, Duo?"

Triton's heart stopped again and he waited for Duo to answer. The second it took Duo to answer felt like forever to Triton, but then Duo's lips spread in a smile and he nodded. "You are fine, Triton. I would take you myself…" Triton felt his mind explode with desire, but then Duo's gaze left him, going to rest on Heero. Triton saw his smile fade, his expression sharpening. "If he wasn't Trowa's little brother."

Triton also looked to Heero, wondering what this was supposed to mean. What did Trowa have to do with what was going on? Whatever that was, as Triton had no clue for the life of him why they were sharing these looks. Duo's tone was more than casual talk, unlike Wufei, and he looked very intense as he regarded Heero across the short distance between them.

Heero was still staring at Triton. He hadn't looked away at all since he'd first laid eyes on him. His gaze felt intense and, suddenly, a little foreboding. "When did relation ever stop us, Duo?" Heero spoke evenly, his voice low. Triton wasn't sure if it was supposed to be threatening or not, as it sounded normal, but Duo looked away very suddenly when Heero spoke these words, turning to bury himself in Wufei again.

Duo and Wufei resumed their passions and the intense moment passed. Triton wondered why there was such a strange tension between Duo and Heero, especially if they were flat-mates. Weren't you supposed to get along with the one you lived with?

"C'mon, Duo," Wufei suddenly stood up, taking Duo with him. He threw Duo up and over his shoulder in one smooth motion, his muscles flexing with strength. "I've got to be at work early tomorrow and it's almost eleven. I need another round before I have to go." Wufei slapped Duo's ass as he walked around the couch, heading for the far door by the kitchen.

"Damn, 'Fei, why do you always have to rush," Duo growled, but he didn't protest Wufei's grip on him. Instead, he set his hands on Wufei's lower back and pushed himself up so he could see, looking back at the couch. "Triton, you better go home now, okay? Just go home."

The pair disappeared into the door, which shut behind them. Triton stared at it for a moment, and then he stood up. "He's right. It's pretty late. I should go home, or Cat will start to worry about me." He moved to step by Heero, but a hand closed around his wrist again, stopping him.

"You've only just arrived," Heero spoke, his grip tightening. "It would be rude to leave so suddenly."

Triton's heart beat loudly in his chest, the silence surrounding him like a cage as he realized he was alone with Heero. Completely alone. Triton felt very vulnerable, suddenly, with Heero holding his wrist. "I shouldn't," he tried to argue politely, pulling at Heero's hold. "I've got work in the morning and-"

Triton was cut off as Heero jerked on his arm sharply, pulling Triton back onto the couch and into Heero's lap. Triton tensed as Heero leaned forward, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Don't be rude, Triton," Heero spoke in a quiet, husky tone. Triton felt there was a sharpness to his words, as though there was some unknown consequence that could happen if Triton didn't listen.

Triton swallowed nervously, feeling very awkward in this position atop Heero. A part of him was extremely pleased and awed that an attractive guy like Heero was showing a sort of interest in him, but another part of Triton was uncertain about what this interest could be. What did Heero intend by this possessiveness?

Heero moved suddenly, leaning forward and pushing Triton to his back on the couch. Triton opened his mouth to protest the rough action when Heero caught his lips in a kiss. Triton's mind went blank as full shock overcame him, creating a paralyzing effect on his body and brain. Even if he'd had the mental awareness to struggle, it wouldn't have mattered, as Heero was pinning him down into the couch, rendering Triton immobile. Heero's tongue explored Triton's mouth as he was consumed by Heero's musky scent, and the taste of cigarettes. Triton felt a heat grow intensely in his groin, his sudden arousal pressing against his jeans as Heero kissed him.

When Heero finally ended the mind numbing kiss, Triton was flushed and breathless, his lips plump and red and his body burning with a sensual desire. Heero straddled him, oozing pure seduction as he smirked down at Triton. Triton swallowed and licked his lips nervously, trying to decide what he was supposed to do in a moment like this, his heart racing as he stared at Heero in a stunned stupor.

Heero was perfect. His chest was corded with muscles that flexed in a most pleasant way whenever he moved, and his face was ruggedly handsome. He was tall, handsome, strong, and so very, very hot. And he was sitting on top of Triton, straddling him with such a lust filled look in his eyes. It was as though Triton had just gone from watching a fantasy to being in one. Exhilaration ran through Triton's body, his heart beating so quickly from Heero's kiss, but a part of him suddenly balked at the idea of this happening.

"I can't-," he started.

"Can't what?" Heero interrupted him. "You can't enjoy your body's desires? I can feel that you enjoyed it, Triton. What harm is there in indulging in some sexual pleasure. It's only natural to seek pleasure."

"I-," Triton flushed beneath Heero as the older man rocked his hips astride Triton, brushing their groins together. Like Heero said, Triton was aroused, his cock hard in his pants and his body aching for more. But his mind was saying he shouldn't. "It's not that I don't like it!" Triton tried to explain quickly, pushing at Heero and wiggling to get out from this position. "But I just met you! I don't even know you other than your name, a-and you're Trowa's friend and-"

Heero kissed him again, pressing Triton forcefully into the couch. When he finally parted after a long moment, he put his lips to Triton's ear, whispering. "Triton, I want to take you into my room and fuck you right now. I want to claim you."

Triton's heart stopped again, it seemed, for a very long moment, his breath lost from the kiss and his mind twisting from Heero's words. His body tingled with a pulsing excitement, the sensual desire burning him up inside. Heero was making his intentions perfectly clear now, and it both thrilled and terrified Triton.

Heero was good looking and an incredible kisser! There was a bit more force involved than Triton had imagined for his first kiss with a guy, but it was turning out to be an incredibly arousing thing. This situation was the kind of thing Triton dreamt about at night, the cause of every wet dream he'd ever had. And Triton's body was reacting to it. He was reacting to every touch, every breath, and every movement that Heero made on him.

But then there was that voice in his head that scolded him for being so shameful, for falling into lust. The voice that told him he shouldn't be so easy, that he shouldn't be doing this, that he shouldn't let himself get sucked into the void of sexual promiscuity. Heero claimed he wanted to fuck him. Triton had always seen his first time being a bit more romantic. He wasn't expecting to go so far so suddenly, and with a stranger, practically. Triton had always figured he would have been on a few dates and fallen a bit in love before he did the deed.

Heero, obviously, intended for it to happen otherwise.

"Heero, I don't want you to do this," Triton protested, feeling his shame building. Catherine and Trowa would be so upset with him if it happened. "I don't want it."

"Then let me make you want it," Heero answered, his hand sliding up into Triton's shirt, sending shivers across Triton's chest.

"Heero," Triton tried again, pushing against Heero's bare chest. "Trowa-"

"Trowa has nothing to do with this," Heero spoke sharply, his eyes flashing with some strange and dark emotion. Then it vanished and Heero was smirking again, teasing him. "Do you let your brother decide everything for you? Aren't you your own man, Triton, to choose for yourself? Doesn't your body want it so badly?" Heero's hand slid down Triton's chest and past his navel, where Triton's jean button was quickly undone.

"I'm not ready!" Triton exclaimed, grabbing Heero's wrist as the older man began to slide his hand down into Triton's boxers. Heero wasn't affected at all by Triton's resistance. Triton tensed and then gasped as Heero's fingers wrapped around his hard shaft.

"How do you know you're not ready if you never try it?" Heero spoke huskily. "I want you, Triton." Heero began to stroke Triton's cock, causing him to bite his lip and moan behind his teeth. "Let me take you."

Triton opened his mouth to breathe, his body tensing in sensual pleasure under Heero's touch. But he wasn't sure about it. Or so he thought. Triton had never had a guy do anything to him, and his sexual experiences with girls was comprised of Jaina Lasiter in grade eight and Jasmine Cobb last year, a girl from the carnival who was a year younger than him. Even then, she'd usually been the one who led when they did anything sexually. Triton's body was aching for more of this dominant intimacy under this man.

Triton was drowning in lustful desire. He was so sensitive beneath Heero, and Heero wanted to satiate Triton's lust. He was offering to take away all of Triton's innocence, and Triton couldn't deny that this was what he secretly wanted. Heero wanted to claim him. It wasn't a bad thing. In fact, it was a compliment, coming from someone who looked like Heero did.

Would he ever be in a situation with such a hot guy again? Wasn't this the embodiment of Triton's fantasies, the very image of his wet dreams?

Triton gave in. "Fine. You can have me, Heero."

A sense of calm replaced the previous turmoil in his mind as he resigned himself to his decision. He relaxed under Heero, letting his hands fall beside him. Heero's mouth spread in a crooked smile as Triton spoke, his eyes flashing.

"Good," Heero kissed Triton again, this time with bruising force.

Standing up, Heero lifted Triton with the same ease that Wufei had demonstrated, taking him to the closest door, the one near the couches. Heero closed and locked the door behind him, then took Triton to the bed, where he was unceremoniously dropped. Triton had enough time to glance at the plain blue walls and note the lack of décor before Heero was on him, stripping his pants off his legs and pulling the shirt off Triton.

Triton lay on the bed, his erection begging for attention as Heero straddled Triton, resuming their actions from the couch. Triton tried to shut down the mild hesitance that was rising in him as he lay naked and pinned on Heero's bed. His body was swelling with sensual feelings, and it was so very good! It was insanely better than just watching porn at home and touching himself. But Triton was frightened, too, in the back of his mind. He'd never done this before. He knew how it worked with men, but how much would it hurt?

"Heero," Triton forced the words out between his gasps, pausing to moan as Heero's tongue circled traveled down his collarbone to his erect nipple, where it circled around, wet and hot on Duo's skin. "Please…please be gentle with me! I've never done anything like this before." Triton fell into another moan, biting his cheek as he was lifted away by lust as Heero's tongue traveled further down, dropping below his navel.

"I am never gentle, Triton," Heero replied in a strange tone, sending a spur of adrenaline shooting through Triton's mind and body. "And I will not be gentle with you. You said I can take you, and take you I will. You are mine, Triton, mine to claim and mine to use." Heero's eyes glimmered. "However I please."

And it is done! This is a very long chapter, as I usually like to make them shorter. Please leave a review or follow the story if you enjoyed it! I have the first few scenes planned out, so I will be uploading them as I transfer them to computer. Thank you for reading!

~Sincerely, Storm~