Pairings: 3x4, 4x1, 2x5
Warnings: Yaoi (Yay!)
Five Pilots, Together
by Megkazul
Chapter 2: What's Up With Trowa?
Lady Une: The council has agreed to the presence of Oz soldiers in the colonies! Tomorrow we will begin military occupation of the colonies. The rebel forces will surely be on the alert and we must act with the utmost caution in dealing with these...::Une continues big, long military speech::
Troops: ::watching Lady Une intently:: //The way her chest rises and falls when she speaks... Come on, take off the coat!//
Lady Une: ... //Did they hear a word I said?//
Troops: ::stare at her with blank looks one their faces::
~...* Scene fades out, to be replaced by Trowa *...~
Trowa had been working for Oz when Lady Une had presented them with a new drug. She claimed it would increase their efficiency both in training and in battle. Now this did seem a little suspicious, but whether she shows it or not, Lady Une truly loves her men. She would never poison them. So Trowa, not wanting to blow his cover, had taken the drug with the rest of the soldiers. It worked exactly as she said it would. The men noticeably improved; in fact, they worked better than ever before. Unfortunately, though, the drug had a side effect...
~...* Flashback *...~
::two forms are lying huddled together under the sheets of a double bed::
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre, who smiled serenely and rolled over, placing himself on top of Trowa.
"Quatre..." Trowa stared into those beautiful pale blue eyes. Quatre leaned down to kiss Trowa, who automatically opened his mouth to let the boy's tongue enter. Their tongues met halfway and began intertwining around each other in an exotic dance. Trowa's hands began to stroke Quatre's bare body, feeling the gentle curve of his ribcage, the soft skin of his belly, and the empty plane of his back. Quatre began to get impatient and started kissing his mate harder, more intensely, but Trowa didn't match the other boy's haste. He tried his best, but his heart wasn't in it. With horror, he realized he couldn't do it. His breathing was normal, his heart rate was slow and controlled. Their wasn't a drop of adrenaline, or any other stimulant, in his blood. //Nothing. No reaction, no love, no desire.// Without warning, he rolled over and hopped out of the bed.
"Wha...? Trowa!"
Trowa ignored the upset boy on the bed and approached a full length mirror that was hanging on the wall. He had a great body, he really did, but the image in the mirror wasn't that of a lover. There was a soldier staring back at him, not an aroused male. He saw Quatre's reflection slide out of bed and come toward him.
"Trowa, what's wrong?"
Trowa didn't answer, he just stood there, downcast, wondering why he couldn't love his koi. Quatre came closer and placed his arms around Trowa. It was like having his soul sucked into a black hole. Quatre's touch only amplified the emptiness he felt inside. He shoved the boy away roughly and stared at him, not bothering to hide the fear in his eyes. It scared him more than he had ever thought possible. Quatre's touch was one of love and empathy, but he could not feel it.
"Trowa, please," Quatre's voice took on a desperate tone, "tell me what's wrong! Let me help you."
~...* Back to the present *...~
Trowa shuddered, hating the cold darkness in his empty heart. He loved Quatre, he really did, but he couldn't stand to be near him anymore. He knew he was confusing Quatre, hurting him with his actions, and it was obvious the boy was lonely. He almost considered letting him go...
//No! Quatre is mine!//
//But you're killing him.//
//I love him!//
//No you don't; you can't love him.//
//...//
//Besides, he seems to be having fun with Heero now.//
//That guy is so dead!//
//Don't interrupt; Quatre needs this and you know it.//
Trowa gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tighter, trying to ignore the rest of the room.
//I had no idea Quatre was this good!// Quatre was kissing Heero with a vigor Heero had never seen before. He was surprised to find that his tongue was actually getting tired. He needed to get away and breathe a little. Heero pulled away from Quatre and lay down on his back. Quatre immediately followed him and began nibbling on the flesh of his jaw and neck while he caught his breath. //Ow! Those teeth are sharp!// Quatre had bitten him, and he quickly turned his head to meet the boy's eyes. The normally calming cerulean blue eyes were wide with a wild lust. Heero's own eyes also widened, but with surprise and a hint of fear, not lust.
Having successfully gotten Heero's attention, Quatre hastily pulled off the boy's tank top and wrapped his arms around his strong torso. He saw the astounded look in Heero's eyes and smiled, which had the immediate effect of making the boy squirm desperately.
Heero had seen that smile upon Duo's lips many times before, but on Quatre's lips, complemented by his unsettlingly crazy eyes, it was downright terrifying. He struggled against Quatre, not wanting to be at the mercy of whatever was behind that smile, but he couldn't get away. Despite his deceptively frail appearance, Quatre was a warrior. He was more than strong enough to hold Heero down.
Knowing he had the advantage, Quatre wasn't about to let Heero go. He held the boy tightly, stilling his restless movements, and the bent down to kiss him again. Heero's mouth was so tasty and warm... He wanted to go fast, to rape the captive mouth, but he couldn't. It was against his morals; so he tried hard to keep his tongue moving slowly. It seemed to be working; Heero was responding positively now, rather than fearing him.
The tongue in Heero's mouth was gentler now, and he had time to appreciate just how sweet Quatre really was. The boy wore way too many clothes, though; he could feel Quatre's lithe body on top of him, wrapped around him even, but it wasn't the same. Both of his arms were incapacitated by Quatre. He was unable to pull any of the boy's clothing off, but he was certainly going to try. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to Quatre's collar to try and unbutton it with his teeth. As he worked on the button, an odd feeling passed through his body. He was unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Heero momentarily forgot the button and craned his neck around to look at Trowa. He was still just standing there, eyes closed and hands clutching a gun, but he had an unusual air about him. Heero tried to shake the feeling Trowa was giving him, and convinced himself that they weren't being watched.
Quatre frowned as he saw where Heero was looking. //Bad Heero... I've got to distract him.// Still on top of Heero, he sat up and began removing his shirt. The vest went first, that was easy, then, with skilled hands from years of wearing dressy cloths, he undid the buttons on his cuffs, collar, and down his shirt. He pulled the shirt off and set it aside. //That's better.// Quatre was relieved to have had an excuse to take the shirt off, it was really very uncomfortable. He lay back down upon Heero, recapturing his prize.
//Much better.// Heero didn't mind being held down by Quatre now, his warm skin was comforting. He wrapped him arms around the boy and held him close, running his mouth along Quatre's now bare shoulder.
Neither Duo nor Wufei cared in the least what the other three pilots were doing, they were having their own fun. Duo loved the taste of Wufei's mouth and adored the feel of Wufei's body on top of his. They were both exceptionally good kissers and complemented each other perfectly. Duo started batting at Wufei's tongue with his own, teasing the other boy. When he sensed Wufei had just about given up he relented, letting the tongues meet, Wufei's trying to wrap itself around Duo's and Duo's stroking the other tongue sensually. Then Duo recalled his tongue, bringing it back into his own mouth. Wufei's tongue wasted no time in taking pursuit, but rather than giving Wufei's tongue further reign of his mouth, Duo pushed the other tongue out and closed his mouth, biting down hard upon Wufei's lip. Wufei immediately jerked upward, freeing Duo's arms.
"What was that for?!"
"Revenge," Duo's arms reached up and grabbed the Chinese boy, pulling him back down where Duo eagerly tended to his lip, licking every drop of blood off the injured lip and then holding it gently in his mouth while his tongue moved on to attack the mouth those lips guarded. Duo gripped the boy tightly as he kissed him, and managed to roll over, placing Wufei beneath him.
Wufei let himself be pulled into Maxwell's clutches and even allowed Maxwell to capture his mouth while his hands strayed to the boy's waist. He slipped an arm under Maxwell's shirt and began stroking his back in time with the kiss. As Maxwell increased the movement of his tongue, so Wufei increased the speed and strength of his stroking, until his fingers were digging into Maxwell's back.
Duo felt Wufei's hands on his back and decided he wanted that; he wanted to feel the warmth of living flesh beneath his fingers. The tank top was absolutely no challenge at all, so Duo dismissed it and decided to go straight for the pants.
Wufei felt Maxwell's hands slide down his back and stop near his waist. //He's going for my belt!// Alarmed, Wufei decided he'd better do something quick; he couldn't let the American completely overpower him.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: Ahh! Poor Duo and Wufei didn't get enough in this chapter! I'll have to make it up to them in the next one... I think I can finish this with just one more chapter. Review... I wanna hear your thoughts on the fic so far... tell me what you like/don't like so I can adjust my writing accordingly.
Warnings: Yaoi (Yay!)
Five Pilots, Together
by Megkazul
Chapter 2: What's Up With Trowa?
Lady Une: The council has agreed to the presence of Oz soldiers in the colonies! Tomorrow we will begin military occupation of the colonies. The rebel forces will surely be on the alert and we must act with the utmost caution in dealing with these...::Une continues big, long military speech::
Troops: ::watching Lady Une intently:: //The way her chest rises and falls when she speaks... Come on, take off the coat!//
Lady Une: ... //Did they hear a word I said?//
Troops: ::stare at her with blank looks one their faces::
~...* Scene fades out, to be replaced by Trowa *...~
Trowa had been working for Oz when Lady Une had presented them with a new drug. She claimed it would increase their efficiency both in training and in battle. Now this did seem a little suspicious, but whether she shows it or not, Lady Une truly loves her men. She would never poison them. So Trowa, not wanting to blow his cover, had taken the drug with the rest of the soldiers. It worked exactly as she said it would. The men noticeably improved; in fact, they worked better than ever before. Unfortunately, though, the drug had a side effect...
~...* Flashback *...~
::two forms are lying huddled together under the sheets of a double bed::
Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre, who smiled serenely and rolled over, placing himself on top of Trowa.
"Quatre..." Trowa stared into those beautiful pale blue eyes. Quatre leaned down to kiss Trowa, who automatically opened his mouth to let the boy's tongue enter. Their tongues met halfway and began intertwining around each other in an exotic dance. Trowa's hands began to stroke Quatre's bare body, feeling the gentle curve of his ribcage, the soft skin of his belly, and the empty plane of his back. Quatre began to get impatient and started kissing his mate harder, more intensely, but Trowa didn't match the other boy's haste. He tried his best, but his heart wasn't in it. With horror, he realized he couldn't do it. His breathing was normal, his heart rate was slow and controlled. Their wasn't a drop of adrenaline, or any other stimulant, in his blood. //Nothing. No reaction, no love, no desire.// Without warning, he rolled over and hopped out of the bed.
"Wha...? Trowa!"
Trowa ignored the upset boy on the bed and approached a full length mirror that was hanging on the wall. He had a great body, he really did, but the image in the mirror wasn't that of a lover. There was a soldier staring back at him, not an aroused male. He saw Quatre's reflection slide out of bed and come toward him.
"Trowa, what's wrong?"
Trowa didn't answer, he just stood there, downcast, wondering why he couldn't love his koi. Quatre came closer and placed his arms around Trowa. It was like having his soul sucked into a black hole. Quatre's touch only amplified the emptiness he felt inside. He shoved the boy away roughly and stared at him, not bothering to hide the fear in his eyes. It scared him more than he had ever thought possible. Quatre's touch was one of love and empathy, but he could not feel it.
"Trowa, please," Quatre's voice took on a desperate tone, "tell me what's wrong! Let me help you."
~...* Back to the present *...~
Trowa shuddered, hating the cold darkness in his empty heart. He loved Quatre, he really did, but he couldn't stand to be near him anymore. He knew he was confusing Quatre, hurting him with his actions, and it was obvious the boy was lonely. He almost considered letting him go...
//No! Quatre is mine!//
//But you're killing him.//
//I love him!//
//No you don't; you can't love him.//
//...//
//Besides, he seems to be having fun with Heero now.//
//That guy is so dead!//
//Don't interrupt; Quatre needs this and you know it.//
Trowa gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tighter, trying to ignore the rest of the room.
//I had no idea Quatre was this good!// Quatre was kissing Heero with a vigor Heero had never seen before. He was surprised to find that his tongue was actually getting tired. He needed to get away and breathe a little. Heero pulled away from Quatre and lay down on his back. Quatre immediately followed him and began nibbling on the flesh of his jaw and neck while he caught his breath. //Ow! Those teeth are sharp!// Quatre had bitten him, and he quickly turned his head to meet the boy's eyes. The normally calming cerulean blue eyes were wide with a wild lust. Heero's own eyes also widened, but with surprise and a hint of fear, not lust.
Having successfully gotten Heero's attention, Quatre hastily pulled off the boy's tank top and wrapped his arms around his strong torso. He saw the astounded look in Heero's eyes and smiled, which had the immediate effect of making the boy squirm desperately.
Heero had seen that smile upon Duo's lips many times before, but on Quatre's lips, complemented by his unsettlingly crazy eyes, it was downright terrifying. He struggled against Quatre, not wanting to be at the mercy of whatever was behind that smile, but he couldn't get away. Despite his deceptively frail appearance, Quatre was a warrior. He was more than strong enough to hold Heero down.
Knowing he had the advantage, Quatre wasn't about to let Heero go. He held the boy tightly, stilling his restless movements, and the bent down to kiss him again. Heero's mouth was so tasty and warm... He wanted to go fast, to rape the captive mouth, but he couldn't. It was against his morals; so he tried hard to keep his tongue moving slowly. It seemed to be working; Heero was responding positively now, rather than fearing him.
The tongue in Heero's mouth was gentler now, and he had time to appreciate just how sweet Quatre really was. The boy wore way too many clothes, though; he could feel Quatre's lithe body on top of him, wrapped around him even, but it wasn't the same. Both of his arms were incapacitated by Quatre. He was unable to pull any of the boy's clothing off, but he was certainly going to try. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth down to Quatre's collar to try and unbutton it with his teeth. As he worked on the button, an odd feeling passed through his body. He was unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching them. Heero momentarily forgot the button and craned his neck around to look at Trowa. He was still just standing there, eyes closed and hands clutching a gun, but he had an unusual air about him. Heero tried to shake the feeling Trowa was giving him, and convinced himself that they weren't being watched.
Quatre frowned as he saw where Heero was looking. //Bad Heero... I've got to distract him.// Still on top of Heero, he sat up and began removing his shirt. The vest went first, that was easy, then, with skilled hands from years of wearing dressy cloths, he undid the buttons on his cuffs, collar, and down his shirt. He pulled the shirt off and set it aside. //That's better.// Quatre was relieved to have had an excuse to take the shirt off, it was really very uncomfortable. He lay back down upon Heero, recapturing his prize.
//Much better.// Heero didn't mind being held down by Quatre now, his warm skin was comforting. He wrapped him arms around the boy and held him close, running his mouth along Quatre's now bare shoulder.
Neither Duo nor Wufei cared in the least what the other three pilots were doing, they were having their own fun. Duo loved the taste of Wufei's mouth and adored the feel of Wufei's body on top of his. They were both exceptionally good kissers and complemented each other perfectly. Duo started batting at Wufei's tongue with his own, teasing the other boy. When he sensed Wufei had just about given up he relented, letting the tongues meet, Wufei's trying to wrap itself around Duo's and Duo's stroking the other tongue sensually. Then Duo recalled his tongue, bringing it back into his own mouth. Wufei's tongue wasted no time in taking pursuit, but rather than giving Wufei's tongue further reign of his mouth, Duo pushed the other tongue out and closed his mouth, biting down hard upon Wufei's lip. Wufei immediately jerked upward, freeing Duo's arms.
"What was that for?!"
"Revenge," Duo's arms reached up and grabbed the Chinese boy, pulling him back down where Duo eagerly tended to his lip, licking every drop of blood off the injured lip and then holding it gently in his mouth while his tongue moved on to attack the mouth those lips guarded. Duo gripped the boy tightly as he kissed him, and managed to roll over, placing Wufei beneath him.
Wufei let himself be pulled into Maxwell's clutches and even allowed Maxwell to capture his mouth while his hands strayed to the boy's waist. He slipped an arm under Maxwell's shirt and began stroking his back in time with the kiss. As Maxwell increased the movement of his tongue, so Wufei increased the speed and strength of his stroking, until his fingers were digging into Maxwell's back.
Duo felt Wufei's hands on his back and decided he wanted that; he wanted to feel the warmth of living flesh beneath his fingers. The tank top was absolutely no challenge at all, so Duo dismissed it and decided to go straight for the pants.
Wufei felt Maxwell's hands slide down his back and stop near his waist. //He's going for my belt!// Alarmed, Wufei decided he'd better do something quick; he couldn't let the American completely overpower him.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: Ahh! Poor Duo and Wufei didn't get enough in this chapter! I'll have to make it up to them in the next one... I think I can finish this with just one more chapter. Review... I wanna hear your thoughts on the fic so far... tell me what you like/don't like so I can adjust my writing accordingly.
