Chapter 7

Aarin pet Quatre's head as the first shudder past through his body. He felt Quatre start crying.

"Should have known." he said "Should have known. I was foolish to believe him. I guess I'm worthless to him."

Quatre rose off the Aarin's lap and lay spread out on his back. "I'm so pathetic. Just like always."

Aarin, cast his eyes else where. He sighed to himself and crawled to Quatre. Straddling his legs, Aarin began unzipping Quatre's pants. Quatre made to protest, but didn't.

Quatre allowed the pants to be shimmied off his legs, along with the red briefs he wore. His lower regions were exposed to Aarin now. Aarin sigh at the sight of Quatre's length. It was already beginning to rise up.

"Are you a Seme or Uke sir." Aarin asked.

"Speak to me as you would a lover." Quatre whispered in a shaky voice.

"Alright." Aarin said huskily.

"I'm a Uke. I find it more beneficial." Quatre said as he felt Aarin's smooth hands caress his penis.

"As do I." Aarin murmured against the inside Quatre's thigh. His tongue played on the region around the base of Quatre's shaft, causing Quatre to take a sharp breath.

Quatre moaned and opened himself more, he gripped the sheets around him. He felt Aarins hot breath against the head of his penis, he moaned again and bucked his hips, seeking the opening to Aarin's mouth.

Aarin brought Quatre's length into his mouth as began to gently suck upon it. He ran his tongue up and down side of the shaft, applying just the right amount pressure to make Quatre arch his back and let out a soft moan.

"Harder." Quatre pleaded. "Suck harder."

Quatre fisted the silver hair and felt Aarin increase the pressure.

Aarin had Quatre deep within his throat sucking as he was taut. He used the pre-cum he was leaking as a lubricant to slip two fingers into Quatre's body.

Quatre felt the penetration, and opened as wide as possible, grabbing the head board. He felt Aarin thrusting the fingers in and out, hit his sensitive prostate. Quatre moaned loudly, crying out in pleasure. "Faster, please." Quatre moaned. "Harder, do it harder."

Aarin complied. He slipped a third finger into Quatre's depths. Quatre bit his lower lip to stop himself from screaming in absolute pleasure.

Quatre felt his orgasm coming on. He bucked against Aarin's mouth driving himself deeper into the boys throat. Aarin relaxed the muscles of his throat waiting for Quatre's seed to gush into his mouth.

Quatre threw back his head and arched his back off the bed embedding himself deep in Aarin's mouth as his seed burst forth. Aarin began swallowing as fast as possible, but some trickled from his mouth to spread on Quatre's groin.

Quatre dropped back panting. Aarin slipped his mouth from Quatre's spent member and slowly moved up Quatre's body. He thrust his fingers deep within Quatre, hitting the same spot continuously causing Quatre to moan and thrust back against him. Aarin moved his hand beneath Quatre's white shirt which was covered with sweat plastering it Quatre's body. Using his free hand he slipped it off Quatre's flushed body. Aarin kissed one of Quatre's nipples then licked it. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive nipple alternating swirling his tongue around the aureole and nipping the tip of it. Quatre moaned loudly. The dual sensations halting his breath more and more.

"No...no...more..teasing." Quatre said grabbing Aarin's hand that was stationed near his rear. "Enter me... take me." Quatre's voice was heavy with passion and lust.

Aarin nodded stationing his body between Quatre's firm legs. His hands traced the inside of Quatre's thigh and was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure.

Aarin placed the velvet head of his own penis at Quatre's entrance. In one swift thrust he was in Quatre's depth. Quatre let out a yelp.

Aarin smiled and began his slow gentle thrust. He found a rhythm to which was to his liking.

"Hard.......er," Moaned Quatre. "Do it...... harder......., go...... faster." Aarin complied thrusting his hips faster pounding himself into Quatre. "Hard.....er." Quatre said. Quatre began thrusting against Aarin. "Faster......, go deeper. Break... me, please...... break..... break me."

"Such..... teasing words." Aarin grunted. He forced himself deeper into Quatre.

Quatre screamed into his arm muffling the cry of pleasure. He fisted the sheets arching himself to meet Aarins rough thrust. Again Quatre felt his orgasm building. As if sensing it as well Aarin wrapping a fist around Quatre neglected member. The began pumping it in time with his thrust. Quatre clenched his teeth and threw back his head as he felt the bliss of release wash over him. He felt Aarin's hot seed shoot into his depths warming him from the inside out. He felt his out cum spread across his chest and cover his chin.

Aarin kept himself deeply embedded with Quatre as he bent over to like the salty treat from Quatre's jawline. He licked up the salty mess then pressed his lips to Quatre's.

Quatre felt the soft lips against his. Wrapping firm warms around Aarins back he pressed his own lips to Aarin's, licking the taste of sperm from his lips then bidding entrance to the warm mouth. Aarin parted his lips, his own tongue met Quatre's and the two danced about each other, tasting the inside of the others mouths.

Aarin softened and slipped from Quatre's body. He moved to get up, but Quatre held him firm. Quatre pulled him against his body. "Don't go." He whispered. Aarin nodded and laid down with him. Quatre spooned around him burying his head into the gentle curve of Aarin's neck. In seconds Quatre was asleep, however he kept a firm loving grip upon Aarin who soon dozed off as well.

Near three am everyone was passed out in the party room. Trowa had four boys draped over him. One still had Trowa's spent member in his mouth.

Zechs was curled up on the table sandwiched between two boys, with whom he had a threesome.

Heero was asleep on the chair curled up like a cat.

Duo was unceremoniously draped over the chair, two boys curled up near the legs, and a microphone stuck in his rear.

The reapers were spooning their two boyfriends who had joined then earlier in the evening.

Treize had disappeared into Epion, the blatant display of drunks grinding at each other got him hot and bothered. He called Lady Une and they went at it in the cockpit of the mobile suit.

Wu-fei was sleeping in a dog pile of some of the other boys. He opened his eyes and got up. He grabbed his pants and shirt slipping into them. He walked out of the room, looking for the restroom. After using it he walked back into the room looking for Quatre. He couldn't see him any where.

Worried he tiptoed through the mass of bodies to Duo. 'No ones gonna touch that microphone again.' he thought. He tapped Duo lightly, waking up the Shinigami.

"Ut?" he asked sleepily.

"Where's Quatre?"

"Secd oor, n back." Duo said. He reached down and grabbed the microphone pulling it from his rectum. "How'd at git dere." he mumbled tossing it onto the table.

Wu-fei walked to the back of the room and opened the door. He saw Quatre curled up in the embrace of Aarin. Tears were lightly cascading from his eyes as he slept. He heard the tell-tale noise of sniffling as he cried.

Wu-fei closed the door instead of going in. He bowed his head and went outside to climb into Nataku. Curling up he fell asleep.