Entertaining Quatre

Chapter Two:

Quatre was having a mild panic attack. Left alone in the room with just his thoughts and in a sea of black and red was not the smartest idea. He cursed Iria and vowed never to speak to her again, just as soon as he could get out of that room. Out of that building!

He forced himself to take deep breaths, calming the rising panic that threatened to burst through his chest. Quatre keep repeating the same mantra over and over again, that he was okay as long as he was alone, as long as no one came through that door that wasn't Iria.

His wrist was chafing itself red from his attempts to free himself, and lifting the chair was nigh impossible with his small frame. He contented himself to look at the carpet, not at the bed, just anywhere but the bed.

"It's okay as long as I'm alone. It's all going to be okay as long as I'm alo..."

The door creaked open and Quatre slammed his eyes shut, his head downcast, and his chin pressed firmly against his chest. His one free hand clutched desperately at the arm of the chair. He stopped breathing.

The click of the door signaled to Quatre that it had been locked in place. That there was something in the room with him and no one, not even Iria could get to him if something went wrong.

He heard padded footsteps on the black carpet, coming from the door. There were too many sounds for it to be just one person, so Quatre decided he ought to pass out now, before they had a chance to scare him to it.

As hard as he tried to detach himself from this situation, he just couldn't. He was forced to bear with the fact that he was going to have to open his eyes sometime.

But not yet.

Not yet.

The bed creaked as a bodily weight settled onto it from just a few feet directly in front of Quatre.

Not yet.

The sound of a zipper being lowered was deafening in the room and Quatre snapped.

"Please, don't! For the love of Allah please stop. I'll do anything if you stop, please!" He slammed his body as far forward in the chair as he possibly could, trying to get his point across, the cuff clinging in the silence.

Quatre bit his lip as he took in the sight of an amber haired young man perched on the bed, legs over the side. Another young man with raven black hair was nestled between the other man's legs and resting on his knees. He had one hand on the zipper of the other man's pants, and the one sitting on the bed had a hand swept through his sleek raven hair. Both regarded him with equal curiosity.

They were the most beautiful men Quatre had ever seen.

As Quatre caught his breath, he found that he was staring, and, as it is rude to stare, found himself apologizing profusely.

"I am so sorry, I just-," he flushed a bright red and resumed his stair at the ground. Wishing that black abyss would swallow him whole and end this embarrassment.

He heard a groan and then a thump.

Daring himself to see what was going on he glanced through his hair to see that the Asian man had fallen to the carpet and lay there exasperated. Quatre nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the man talk.

"Listen. We know you're attracted to men. We've already established that fact with your sister. We also know that you're homophobic. Which is completely fine, you know, if you're a heterosexual and live under a rock." He rolled over on to his side, facing Quatre but still stretched out on the carpet.

"But you aren't. You're a gay and remarkably good looking young man. You should know better than to hate what you are. We are what we are and we need to live with it. We need to live for ourselves and not to anyone else's expectations."

Quatre was wide eyed at this point. He was also aware of the amber haired man sitting restlessly on the bed, looking down at the splayed out picture of his partners' body before him.

"My name is Chang Wufei, you may call me Wufei. You may call us whatever you like, however we do have some rules inside this room. Complaining about what you see that goes on in this room is the number one. We are going to touch each other, and you are going to have to sit there. You can stay silent if you need to, or you can tell us what you wish us to do, but do not bitch about how disgusting we are."

Wufei rolled onto his feet and walked towards the blond sitting stone still in the chair. He stopped in front of Quatre, and placed his hands on the arms of the chair as Quatre's free hand came up to cover his mouth. He stifled a tear that was threatening to fall.

Wufei's look softened when he saw how scared the man was, and how much this was affecting him.

He leaned forward and said softly, "Do we have a deal? We won't touch you but you have to watch until we are finished. It will be a painless ordeal and then you'll be free to go."

Wufei held out his left hand and Quatre warily lowered his hand from his mouth and realized that everything Wufei had said had been true. He grabbed onto his hand desperately, and said shakily, "My name is Quatre."

Quatre swallowed hard as Wufei moved away from him and settled back into his position between Trowa's legs. Trowa's face held a small smile directed downwards at his lover, glowing with pride at how he had gotten through to someone who couldn't even look at them before.

Trowa's hand slid down the side of Wufei's face, and then traveled up to entangle itself in Wufei's hair.

The zipper to the other man's pants remained down from earlier, and Wufei wiggled his fingers into the opening, kissing the tan skin where it just showed beneath the shirt. Trowa silently watched Quatre's facial expressions for signs of distress.

Quatre was mortified when Wufei brought pushed the other mans jeans down around his waist and his golden fingers wrapped around his cock. He needed to do something! Say something!

"D-Does the other man not s-speak?" Quatre stuttered.

He was successful in his mission to stop Wufei from going on when he turned to him and said, "Oh he speaks when he wants to. And he's quite vocal during sex. That's something you'll find out soon."

Quatre reddened again, and couldn't look the other man in the eye.

"My name is Trowa." Quatre's head jerked upright as he heard the soft spoken voice, eyes wide. Trowa was looking directly at him when Wufei took Trowa's member deeply into his mouth.

Trowa's unexpressive face turned to one of bliss as his mouth hung open and his back arched. Feeling himself captured in the heat of his lovers' mouth.

Quatre had trouble breathing, and his gaze hit the floor again-as if hearing it was as difficult as seeing it.

The small sounds Wufei was making in the back of his throat seemed to make Trowa writhe more on the bed. That was interesting.

"Quatre, watch us," Trowa's breathless voice getting louder as the time went on. "Watch us, little one."

Quatre flicked his eyes off the floor and looked directly into Trowa's eyes, then down at Wufei's head. He had pulled completely off of Trowa. Quatre could see Trowa's spit slicked member as Wufei's tongue darted out and licked at the head. Running the length of his tongue on the underside made Trowa fall backwards on the bed, hands clutching at the red coverlet.

Wufei was right about Trowa being vocal in bed. He thrashed and groaned and Quatre watched as his hips rose off of the bed, as if searching for Wufei's warm mouth.

Quatre felt as if he were in a daze. Watching something that he had always held to the highest distaste and disregard also looked like something as natural to the two as living and breathing. They loved each other and this is how they showed it.

Trowa's arms stretched out above his head as Wufei worked on him below. The gasps that came from his mouth had Wufei chuckling.

Trowa, his breath ragged; suddenly jerked his head to the side and said, "You watching this Quatre?" His hands cradling Wufei's head, somehow in his ecstasy managing not to pull his hair as he ran his fingers through it.

Quatre was suffering from something he didn't figure he could get from something like this. He was too preoccupied in his horror at his own erection to notice that Trowa was speaking to him.

Wufei grabbed onto Trowa's thighs and lifted his head up fully to examine Quatre, and Trowa's whole body came up off the bed. His loud groan of dismay brought Quatre out of his thoughts.

Quatre felt like he was burning from the inside out, and that there was nothing he could do about it. Wufei licked the spit off of his lips and asked, "What would you have me do to him?"

Trowa spat out, "For the love of god, finish me!" and his hands traveled down his body to try and gain that release himself. Wufei swatted his arms away, hands resting on Trowa's knees and looking intently at Quatre.

After a few moments passed, Quatre figured out that he wasn't going to continue until he said something. Trowa looked like he was in sheer torture so he couldn't stay silent forever.

"I-I don't know what to say. I don't k-know how to answer what you're asking of me."

Trowa sat up, his glare at Quatre evident and said, "Tell him to fuck me."

Wufei waited for the words to come out of Quatre's own mouth.

The blonds face was flushed, and through the leather of his pants they could see the outline of his erection, knowing full well that he was turned on. He just didn't have the vocabulary to deal with the situation.

He thought long and hard about it. This was against everything he knew but the burning was just so insistent that he couldn't stop the flush in his face, the stammer in his voice or how the two beautiful men in front of him made him feel. How they made each other feel. Quatre thought about the consequences. He saw that Wufei randomly swept a hand up and down Trowa's erection once in awhile, just to keep him ready. He saw the love they had for each other when Trowa's hand came down and caressed Wufei's face, brushing across his lips.

And Quatre decided he didn't care anymore. He decided that he wanted something like that, someone to love him like that and all the anger and all the pent up frustrations from his life before came out when he ground out " No."

Wufei started in surprise. "No?"

Quatre lifted his head up directly and locked his eyes with Trowa and said, "I want you to fuck him."

Trowa didn't hesitate. He grasped Wufei around the waist and pulled him onto the bed. He removed Wufei's black shirt and it was lost among the miles of black carpet. Trowa attacked one nipple and Wufei gasped out loud as the feeling shot all through his body and then lifted his hips off the bed so Trowa could remove his pants. They were discarded along with the rest of Trowa's garments on the floor, scattered about the room.

Quatre was hot. Hotter than he'd ever been in his life. He was even more so when Trowa ground his hips into Wufei's making Wufei cry out, loudly. It was like his whole body was on fire and there was nothing he could do about it-except watch the furious display in front of him. That was a display that he couldn't tear his eyes away from.

Trowa grabbed a bottle from the desk near the bed as Wufei threw his legs around Trowa's waist. The sure Asian man was gasping for air like a drowning man, as Trowa's hand disappeared from view. Quatre was coming undone at the sight of the two and his hands grasped the arms of the chair desperately.

Wufei started rambling and his eyes rolled back as Trowa did something to him that Quatre couldn't see.

And then he was cursing at him. "Trowa, fuck me fuck me now."

And Quatre's free hand ground into his erection, pushing against the leather.

Trowa positioned himself against Wufei, pushing forward slowly. Wufei groaned, as if in pain and Quatre felt a flash of worry for him.

Had he forced his man to endure pain for him?

Then, as Trowa began to move slowly back and forth, Wufei's groans turned more high pitched and his hands clutched at Trowa's shoulders. Quatre could almost see the bruises forming already.

Wufei's body was dark in comparison to Trowa's, but both were golden in the light and both were lathered in sweat as they continued their lovemaking.

Quatre was gasping as his hand worked desperately to find release at the sight of the two. Wufei came first, and as his muscles clenched Trowa followed, both of them gasping each other's name.

Quatre wasn't too far behind after he watched the others and literally came in his pants at the shear sight of their shared orgasm.

As all three of them caught their breath, a loud ringing noise made both Trowa and Wufei sit up in the bed and look at each other.

"Fire alarm!"

They both looked to Quatre's bound wrist and cursed.