Pairings: Do you really want to know?
Warnings: YAOI
The word "satyrical" is an adjective describing excessive, often uncontrollable sexual desire in a male.
Five Pilots, Together
by Megkazul
Chapter 3: Climax and Ending
//No, Maxwell. You're not getting ahead of me.// Knowing that the best defense was a good offense, Wufei didn't even try to save his belt; he went for Maxwell's shirt instead.
Duo felt around Wufei's waist until he figured out how to remove the belt. He got it off just as Wufei unzipped his shirt. Wufei's hands slipped under the shirt on either side of the zipper and pushed it over his shoulders.
//That's better.// Wufei wrapped his arms around Maxwell's shoulders and held the boy close as he went in for a kiss. Maxwell's mouth was warm and sweet, his tongue eager and delicious. Wufei's pants were hanging loosely about his waist now, and Maxwell's hands slid past his waistband with ease. Wufei loved having Maxwell on top of him, loved the feel of Maxwell's hands on his body.
Trowa gripped the gun, clinging onto it with all the strength he could funnel into that one hand. He fought to keep his rage under control. //I cannot, under any circumstances, kill Heero.// But his resolution was fading. He wanted to hurt the other pilot. //Quatre is mine! Heero has no right to...// Trowa opened his eyes and glared at the two pilots, fuming. //They look so happy lying there on the floor...// Trowa's fury increased by the second. He pushed away all thoughts of restraint and stalked over to the happy couple. He grabbed Quatre and hauled him up to his mouth, kissing Quatre savagely before the astonished blond had time to react. Trowa didn't dawdle long enough for Quatre to register what had happened. He pushed Quatre aside and kicked Heero, letting the full force of his anger meet with the boy's ribcage.
Heero immediately sat up and scuttled backward, clutching his side and trying to stand up before Trowa kicked him again. He dodged the brunt of two more kicks and stood up, only to find the barrel of Trowa's gun embedded in his forehead. His eyes went wide with fear.
Trowa's finger tightened around the trigger.
"Trowa, please, don't hurt him," Quatre looked at the angry pilot pleadingly.
Trowa momentarily forgot Heero as his gaze fell on Quatre, "He deserves to die. No one can take you from me."
Quatre approached Trowa and wrapped his arms about the boy's neck. Trowa, still somewhat afraid of Quatre, stumbled backward in an attempt to escape.
"Trowa..." Quatre sounded hurt, "why are you afraid of me?"
"You... you're..." Trowa abruptly turned him head to avoid looking into Quatre's captivating blue eyes and his gaze returned to Heero, who was still standing where Trowa had left him, wearing nothing but his spandex. Trowa narrowed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Quatre possessively.
"Heero... leave."
Trowa glared at Heero, not taking his eyes off the other pilot until he was a safe distance away.
Heero backed off, not wanting to challenge an enraged Trowa. Quatre had been good while he lasted, but Heero wasn't about to go near Trowa. He winced, clutching his side. //That guy can really kick! Ow...// Heero fell to his knees and stayed there, content to spend the rest of the afternoon suffering alone while he watched Trowa and Quatre making out. It didn't take long for them to get started.
Trowa spun around and glared at Quatre. //He's gonna pay for betraying me!// Trowa dropped his gun and grabbed Quatre about the waist, holding the boy close and attacking his mouth.
Quatre felt Trowa's jaws closing over his and decided he didn't care what was wrong with Trowa. All that mattered was pleasure; Heero had been a poor substitute for the his koi. Quatre took control of the kiss, sending a vigorous counterattack back to Trowa. He was hungry. Trowa hadn't let him feed in such a long time... Quatre pushed Trowa onto the floor and continued to kiss him while his fingers manipulated the bindings of Trowa's jeans.
Trowa found his body burning with the intense emotions emitted from Quatre. It was overwhelming. To not have been able to feel, and then suddenly to be swarmed with the released emotions of a deprived lover? Like an unsuspecting boat before a breaking dam. He was drowning, but ohh, it felt so good!
Quatre got the jeans unlatched and slipped his hands under Trowa's shirt while his legs worked to remove the loosened pants. He pushed the shirt up higher until he was forced to break the kiss, then he lowered his mouth to tend to Trowa's tasty chest while the shirt was going over Trowa's head.
Trowa felt Quatre's tongue detach from his as Quatre pulled his clothing off, and he suddenly realized Quatre still wore pants. //I'll fix that...// It had been awhile since Trowa had 'helped' Quatre out of his cumbersome garments, but he still remembered how to do it.
Heero felt the pain of his side burning still, and he nourished it, building into an unfocused loathing as he continued to watch the satyrical couple.
Duo licked Wufei's lips teasingly as he observed the hatred radiating from Heero's body.
"Maybe Heero needs a little cheering up?" Duo dipped his head down and began massaging Wufei's face with his mouth.
"Yes," Wufei nuzzled closer to Maxwell, "we should help him."
"Mmm..." Duo examined Heero's tense muscles as he continued wetting Wufei's face, "He's hot."
Wufei turned his head and captured Maxwell's mouth in a long, scintillating kiss before sitting up, clutching a dazed Maxwell to his chest, "Come on; Heero's a sitting duck."
Duo grinned and started pulling Wufei towards Heero. Upon reaching him, they separated, Wufei going to Heero's left flank and Duo to his right. Then, simultaneously, they closed in on their prey, capturing him with ease.
Heero was completely absorbed in his own furious thoughts as he watched Trowa and Quatre's intense mating. He wasn't aware of Duo and Wufei until they had already claimed him. //What the...?// Not just one, but two strong bodies were pressed close to him. There wasn't an inch of Heero's body that wasn't in direct contact with the warm, smooth skin of his attackers. After a few seconds his brain registered their presence and he was able to identify them. Wufei, wearing nothing but a tank top, was crouched over his left side, hungrily running his tongue over Heero's lips, while Duo, in tight fitting black pants, was on his right, massaging Heero's back and nibbling on his neck. Heero didn't let himself be overwhelmed by all this, he took it on step at a time, first opening his mouth to allow Wufei's tongue in, and then wrapping his arm around Duo's waist to reclaim his stolen gun. He still had a lot of unfocused anger to dispose of though, and he managed to lay it on these two without too much trouble.
Wufei gained access to Yuy's mouth, but before he could attack it, a tongue reached out to grab him. A fierce battle ensued, in which Wufei's tongue, for all its eagerness, was completely outmatched. Yuy's tongue fought with unprecedented efficiency, powered by the intensity of his emotions, and Wufei found his mouth raped clean within seconds.
Duo had it a bit easier; Heero wasn't focusing as much attention on him, but he still found himself in Heero's clutches. Duo was enjoying the salty taste of Heero's skin in his mouth, but he quickly found himself struggling to breathe as Heero held him a little too tight. Heero's arm was strong; Duo was exhausting himself just trying to keep from being squeezed to death.
Heero found himself to be the dominate figure in this three-way pairing, and it wasn't long before his attackers, limp and exhausted, fell asleep in his arms. Heero smiled with pleasure, his anger having dissipated, and lay down on top of the two boys, letting sleep overtake him.
Elsewhere in the room, two more lovers, Trowa and Quatre, were still going at it.
-Owari-
Author's Note: Was that a great fic or what? I liked it... how about you? Review and tell me what you think!
Warnings: YAOI
The word "satyrical" is an adjective describing excessive, often uncontrollable sexual desire in a male.
Five Pilots, Together
by Megkazul
Chapter 3: Climax and Ending
//No, Maxwell. You're not getting ahead of me.// Knowing that the best defense was a good offense, Wufei didn't even try to save his belt; he went for Maxwell's shirt instead.
Duo felt around Wufei's waist until he figured out how to remove the belt. He got it off just as Wufei unzipped his shirt. Wufei's hands slipped under the shirt on either side of the zipper and pushed it over his shoulders.
//That's better.// Wufei wrapped his arms around Maxwell's shoulders and held the boy close as he went in for a kiss. Maxwell's mouth was warm and sweet, his tongue eager and delicious. Wufei's pants were hanging loosely about his waist now, and Maxwell's hands slid past his waistband with ease. Wufei loved having Maxwell on top of him, loved the feel of Maxwell's hands on his body.
Trowa gripped the gun, clinging onto it with all the strength he could funnel into that one hand. He fought to keep his rage under control. //I cannot, under any circumstances, kill Heero.// But his resolution was fading. He wanted to hurt the other pilot. //Quatre is mine! Heero has no right to...// Trowa opened his eyes and glared at the two pilots, fuming. //They look so happy lying there on the floor...// Trowa's fury increased by the second. He pushed away all thoughts of restraint and stalked over to the happy couple. He grabbed Quatre and hauled him up to his mouth, kissing Quatre savagely before the astonished blond had time to react. Trowa didn't dawdle long enough for Quatre to register what had happened. He pushed Quatre aside and kicked Heero, letting the full force of his anger meet with the boy's ribcage.
Heero immediately sat up and scuttled backward, clutching his side and trying to stand up before Trowa kicked him again. He dodged the brunt of two more kicks and stood up, only to find the barrel of Trowa's gun embedded in his forehead. His eyes went wide with fear.
Trowa's finger tightened around the trigger.
"Trowa, please, don't hurt him," Quatre looked at the angry pilot pleadingly.
Trowa momentarily forgot Heero as his gaze fell on Quatre, "He deserves to die. No one can take you from me."
Quatre approached Trowa and wrapped his arms about the boy's neck. Trowa, still somewhat afraid of Quatre, stumbled backward in an attempt to escape.
"Trowa..." Quatre sounded hurt, "why are you afraid of me?"
"You... you're..." Trowa abruptly turned him head to avoid looking into Quatre's captivating blue eyes and his gaze returned to Heero, who was still standing where Trowa had left him, wearing nothing but his spandex. Trowa narrowed his eyes and wrapped an arm around Quatre possessively.
"Heero... leave."
Trowa glared at Heero, not taking his eyes off the other pilot until he was a safe distance away.
Heero backed off, not wanting to challenge an enraged Trowa. Quatre had been good while he lasted, but Heero wasn't about to go near Trowa. He winced, clutching his side. //That guy can really kick! Ow...// Heero fell to his knees and stayed there, content to spend the rest of the afternoon suffering alone while he watched Trowa and Quatre making out. It didn't take long for them to get started.
Trowa spun around and glared at Quatre. //He's gonna pay for betraying me!// Trowa dropped his gun and grabbed Quatre about the waist, holding the boy close and attacking his mouth.
Quatre felt Trowa's jaws closing over his and decided he didn't care what was wrong with Trowa. All that mattered was pleasure; Heero had been a poor substitute for the his koi. Quatre took control of the kiss, sending a vigorous counterattack back to Trowa. He was hungry. Trowa hadn't let him feed in such a long time... Quatre pushed Trowa onto the floor and continued to kiss him while his fingers manipulated the bindings of Trowa's jeans.
Trowa found his body burning with the intense emotions emitted from Quatre. It was overwhelming. To not have been able to feel, and then suddenly to be swarmed with the released emotions of a deprived lover? Like an unsuspecting boat before a breaking dam. He was drowning, but ohh, it felt so good!
Quatre got the jeans unlatched and slipped his hands under Trowa's shirt while his legs worked to remove the loosened pants. He pushed the shirt up higher until he was forced to break the kiss, then he lowered his mouth to tend to Trowa's tasty chest while the shirt was going over Trowa's head.
Trowa felt Quatre's tongue detach from his as Quatre pulled his clothing off, and he suddenly realized Quatre still wore pants. //I'll fix that...// It had been awhile since Trowa had 'helped' Quatre out of his cumbersome garments, but he still remembered how to do it.
Heero felt the pain of his side burning still, and he nourished it, building into an unfocused loathing as he continued to watch the satyrical couple.
Duo licked Wufei's lips teasingly as he observed the hatred radiating from Heero's body.
"Maybe Heero needs a little cheering up?" Duo dipped his head down and began massaging Wufei's face with his mouth.
"Yes," Wufei nuzzled closer to Maxwell, "we should help him."
"Mmm..." Duo examined Heero's tense muscles as he continued wetting Wufei's face, "He's hot."
Wufei turned his head and captured Maxwell's mouth in a long, scintillating kiss before sitting up, clutching a dazed Maxwell to his chest, "Come on; Heero's a sitting duck."
Duo grinned and started pulling Wufei towards Heero. Upon reaching him, they separated, Wufei going to Heero's left flank and Duo to his right. Then, simultaneously, they closed in on their prey, capturing him with ease.
Heero was completely absorbed in his own furious thoughts as he watched Trowa and Quatre's intense mating. He wasn't aware of Duo and Wufei until they had already claimed him. //What the...?// Not just one, but two strong bodies were pressed close to him. There wasn't an inch of Heero's body that wasn't in direct contact with the warm, smooth skin of his attackers. After a few seconds his brain registered their presence and he was able to identify them. Wufei, wearing nothing but a tank top, was crouched over his left side, hungrily running his tongue over Heero's lips, while Duo, in tight fitting black pants, was on his right, massaging Heero's back and nibbling on his neck. Heero didn't let himself be overwhelmed by all this, he took it on step at a time, first opening his mouth to allow Wufei's tongue in, and then wrapping his arm around Duo's waist to reclaim his stolen gun. He still had a lot of unfocused anger to dispose of though, and he managed to lay it on these two without too much trouble.
Wufei gained access to Yuy's mouth, but before he could attack it, a tongue reached out to grab him. A fierce battle ensued, in which Wufei's tongue, for all its eagerness, was completely outmatched. Yuy's tongue fought with unprecedented efficiency, powered by the intensity of his emotions, and Wufei found his mouth raped clean within seconds.
Duo had it a bit easier; Heero wasn't focusing as much attention on him, but he still found himself in Heero's clutches. Duo was enjoying the salty taste of Heero's skin in his mouth, but he quickly found himself struggling to breathe as Heero held him a little too tight. Heero's arm was strong; Duo was exhausting himself just trying to keep from being squeezed to death.
Heero found himself to be the dominate figure in this three-way pairing, and it wasn't long before his attackers, limp and exhausted, fell asleep in his arms. Heero smiled with pleasure, his anger having dissipated, and lay down on top of the two boys, letting sleep overtake him.
Elsewhere in the room, two more lovers, Trowa and Quatre, were still going at it.
-Owari-
Author's Note: Was that a great fic or what? I liked it... how about you? Review and tell me what you think!
