Yes, I know I've been neglecting this story. Sorry. Busy life. That, and I've given up fanfictioning, so I rarely come back here anymore. Only to put up her stories.
Chapter Five
It was all very perplexing, but the pilots discovered that for some reason, now that Duo and Trowa were lovers, Quatre seemed less afraid of them. He'd even gone so far as to speak to them without clutching tightly to Wufei's hand. It seemed as though things were finally beginning to look up at last. Wufei hoped that this meant that Quatre was on his way to recovering from his injuries, physical and psychological.
It had now been three days since Duo had told Quatre that he and Trowa were boyfriends. Quatre hadn't and didn't appear at all disturbed by the news; instead he seemed to be happy for them on the one hand, and curious about their activities on the other.
"What are you doing?" Quatre piped up one day.
Immediately Duo and Trowa broke away from their lip lock. Quatre was standing beside them looking interested while Wufei was standing behind Quatre looking angry.
Trowa began to flush in embarrassment, but Duo took it all in stride and gave Quatre a cheerful grin. "This is what you do when you love someone. You kiss them." He told Quatre.
"Oh." Quatre nodded and looked thoughtful.
"Maxwell." Wufei snapped. "You shouldn't be doing that here where he can see you."
"Relax, Wuffers," Duo dismissed. "Quatre's a big boy now." And Duo flashed Quatre another grin.
Quatre smiled shyly back which made all three pilots freeze and stare at him in fascination. Then Quatre turned and tugged on Wufei's hand, somehow managing to manoeuvre him towards the couch. He waited until Wufei was sitting down before resuming his customary seat in Wufei's lap.
"Did you see that?" Trowa whispered, shocked. "He smiled at us."
Duo sounded just as awed when he replied hoarsely. "Yeah." He turned to look at Wufei sitting on the couch and found Wufei staring at Quatre in utter delight. Looking up, Wufei met Duo's gaze, and he smiled at him. Duo grinned back and gave him the thumbs up. It was amazing how that one simple smile Quatre had gifted Duo and Trowa with meant so much to the three pilots.
Quatre had only just settled back comfortably into Wufei's lap when he started moving again. Squirming, he shifted until he'd turned around and was facing Wufei. Wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck, he said solemnly, "I love you."
Wufei nodded and stroked his hair. "Why don't you watch TV?" He offered. No matter how many times Quatre told him he loved him, Wufei never said the three words back.
Quatre ignored the suggestion and said again. "I love you." And then moving quickly, he reached up and attempted to kiss Wufei.
Wufei barely managed to pull away to avoid the kiss.
"Quatre." He said gently, trying to hold the blonde away from him. "Don't do that." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Trowa and Duo watching the two of them with some amusement.
"In the future, Maxwell," Wufei growled. "Keep your activities confined to the bedroom, where they belong."
Duo snickered. "What do you think he'd do if he saw us making love?"
Wufei flushed a light pink and turned back to the blonde in his arms still trying to kiss him. "Quatre." He sighed, clamping Quatre's hands down to his side. "Your favourite show is on. Look, there's Naruto."
Quatre ignored the TV.
"Kiss me." He demanded, lifting his face up for a kiss.
"Watch TV." Wufei refused sternly.
Quatre's eyes began to fill with tears, and his bottom lip began trembling.
"Oh, why don't you kiss him already, 'Fei?" Duo suggested from where he was sitting.
Wufei looked at Quatre sternly, but he had trouble remaining angry when Quatre was looking so unhappy.
"Quatre." He murmured gently and then leaned down and gave Quatre a soft kiss on his cheek.
Quatre stopped crying. "The other side?" He asked hopefully.
Wufei bent down to kiss his other cheek. At the last moment, Quatre turned his head and by shifting slightly managed to attach his mouth to Wufei's. When Wufei's arms went slack in surprise, he tugged his own arms free and wrapped them around Wufei's neck in a death grip.
By the time Wufei managed to break free, Quatre had managed to kiss him quite soundly.
"Quatre always was a good tactician." Trowa remarked fondly, watching as Wufei flushed red and Quatre leaned back into him, comfortably settling down to watch Naruto. He seemed quite pleased with himself.
Wufei determinedly ignored the others who were having a chuckle at his expense and decided that he wouldn't give Quatre another chance to trick him.
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Since having received his very first kiss from Wufei, Quatre seemed determined to get another. It appeared to the pilots that Quatre had taken a liking to the whole kissing thing.
The first time Heero had seen Quatre attempting to kiss Wufei (by lunging at the other pilot while he was reading to Quatre), Heero had snorted and had to turn his face away to keep Wufei from seeing the smirk of slightly malicious laughter on his face. Now, all of the pilots kept an eye out to see whether Quatre would manage to steal another kiss. He'd made several unsuccessful attempts at getting himself one, but no amount of crying, tantrum-throwing, or trickery had gotten him another kiss so far.
To say Duo, Trowa, and Heero watched the whole saga with barely concealed amusement was an understatement. The only person who wasn't amused was Wufei. He didn't want to take advantage of Quatre while he was so obviously vulnerable and not in his right mind.
"I think it's really the other way around." Duo pointed out. "Quatre's trying to take advantage of you." Wufei ignored his comment with practiced ease. Quatre had amnesia; he didn't know what he was doing.
Perhaps Quatre's unsuccessful attempts to kiss Wufei were making the pilots feel more light-hearted, or perhaps it was the fact that Quatre was apparently getting better, but the atmosphere around the safe house was no longer as gloomy as it once was.
Wufei regarded Quatre fondly. He'd discovered that he could now leave the room for a few minutes without Quatre becoming hysterical. Though, of course, if he left Quatre's side for more than five minutes, Quatre would once again become frightened. Still, all of the pilots agreed that Quatre was making progress, slowly but surely.
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"Mm." Wufei murmured one night as he sleepily opened his mouth and allowed the warm tongue to slip in. Reaching up, he buried his hand into silky locks and pulled the body down on top of him, shifting his hips to grind his hard-on into the body above him.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he pushed away from the slender body resting on top of his, sending Quatre backwards.
Sitting up quickly, he focused hard in the darkness and was able to make out Quatre who was now sitting beside him looking like he'd just been thoroughly kissed, which, Wufei thought grumpily, he'd just been.
"Quatre." He intoned slowly. "I thought I told you to go to sleep."
Quatre gave him a happy smile. "I like your kisses, Wufei."
Wufei began to growl. Shifting, he pointed to a spot beside him on the bed. "Go to sleep, now!"
Quatre grinned at him. "Give me another kiss?"
"No." Wufei barked. "Bed, now!"
Muttering and mumbling, Quatre slid back under the blankets and allowed Wufei to tuck them around him.
"Close your eyes." Wufei ordered. Reluctantly, Quatre closed his eyes but not before making sure he had a tight grip on Wufei. Rolling over, he made another attempt to kiss Wufei, but Wufei was ready for him holding him down.
"Sleep." Wufei barked.
With a gusty sigh of frustration, Quatre closed his eyes.
Wufei waited until Quatre had fallen asleep before he dared to relax his guard. This was all Duo and Trowa's fault. If they hadn't been kissing where Quatre could see them, then Wufei wouldn't have such a hard time of it now. Shit. A hard time literally. He was still aroused from that one brief kiss they'd shared while he thought he had been dreaming. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to sleep.
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Quatre's internal clock woke him bright and early at five o'clock the next morning. Lifting his head, he wondered why he'd woken so early. Normally he didn't wake up until Wufei called him to get up.
//That's right.// He thought to himself. //I want to kiss Wufei.//
Turning his head, he saw Wufei stretched out beside him, still asleep.
There were a few things he wanted to do with Wufei, like kiss him and touch him. He'd seen Duo and Trowa touching each other. Duo had explained that you also did that when you loved someone. And Quatre most definitely loved Wufei. Not that Quatre would tell Wufei what he'd seen. Wufei hadn't been pleased to see Duo and Trowa kissing. Qutare wondered what he'd say if he knew that Quatre had seen them touching each other.
He knew Wufei wanted him. He'd felt it last night when Wufei had kissed him and then pushed up into him. He coloured red at that memory and felt himself begin to stir. It was a good thing Duo had explained it to him, or he'd be thinking there was something wrong with himself. Duo and Trowa weren't bad people. He absently wondered why he'd been so afraid of them at the beginning. He supposed it was because they'd wanted so much from him at the beginning, but now they weren't so demanding. Now that they didn't seem to always want something from him, he wasn't so afraid. Wufei had wanted things from him, too, trying to make him be friends with everyone, but he'd felt safe with Wufei, so he hadn't minded. Besides, Wufei would never ask anything of him that would hurt him. Wufei would never, ever hurt him.
He shifted slightly and pressed himself against Wufei's thigh. Little shocks ran through him at the contact. No wonder Duo and Trowa liked touching each other so much. Shifting around on the bed, he wrapped his arms around Wufei's neck and pressed his mouth against Wufei's mouth. It felt so good, why wouldn't Wufei touch him?
His mouth moved more demandingly against Wufei's, and he rubbed himself more insistently against Wufei's thigh. He felt Wufei jerk awake, and, seizing the opportunity when Wufei's lips parted in shock, he quickly slid his tongue in, rocking almost frantically against Wufei's thigh now.
"Mff." Wufei muttered under him, hands moving to pull Quatre's arms away, but Quatre held on even tighter, grinding almost relentlessly against Wufei's thigh and sliding his tongue slickly around in Wufei's mouth.
He clung frantically to Wufei, but he wasn't getting what he needed. He felt Wufei trying to push him off. Suddenly he gave a little cry of frustration and pulled back.
He saw Wufei staring at him in shock, but he turned away to scrub the tears from his eyes. He couldn't understand it. It wasn't enough. He suddenly felt helpless and hopeless and lost.
"Quatre." He heard Wufei murmur, but he pushed the comforting hand away. Wufei didn't want him. Not the way Duo wanted Trowa, or the way Trowa wanted Duo.
He looked at Wufei. Wufei was frowning. Quatre tried not to let the tears fall as a thought hit him with the force of a thunderbolt. Duo never had to push Trowa away. Quatre had been forcing himself onto Wufei all this time. //You're so stupid.// He berated himself.
"Quatre." He heard Wufei murmur again before he found himself being pulled into a tight embrace. Quatre turned his head away, ashamed. If Wufei wanted him, then he wouldn't have to wake up early just to steal a kiss. Lost deeply in his thoughts and self-recriminations, he nearly jumped when he felt a hand settle on his stomach.
"I've been a bit of a fool, haven't I?" Wufei murmured a trifle humorously, even as his hand slid lower. "Is this what you want?" And then his hand slid into Quatre's pajamas and closed around his length. Quatre gasped sharply and let out a cry of shocked delight.
"That's it." Wufei murmured huskily as his nose nuzzled the back of Quatre's ear. "Let me hear you."
Quatre gave a little moan when Wufei's hand slid down to the base of his cock and squeezed. Wufei loosened his hand a bit as he slid his hand back up to the tip, but then his grip tightened again as he slid his hand back down to the base. When he reached the head once more, he swirled his finger on it in a rapid circular motion which made Quatre squirm erotically in his arms.
"Wufei?" He cried feverishly, frantic hands clutching at Wufei's legs which were on either side of him.
"It's okay." Wufei murmured in a low and heated voice. "Just enjoy it."
Quatre closed his eyes in bliss and leaned back helplessly into Wufei as Wufei continued his ministrations. He felt Wufei's hand stroking him and knew that he wanted more. Twisting his head slightly to one side, he leaned up to steal a kiss. To his surprise, Wufei's mouth descended quite willingly on his own, and within moments he found himself sucking on that invading tongue. Wufei's tongue brushed wetly against his own, exploring his mouth sensuously, and he clung even more tightly to the other boy as he felt the hand on him tighten.
"Mmm." He moaned against Wufei's mouth as he felt something coiling deep within him. Wufei's hand moved faster along his length, and he felt the pressure increasing. Then the sensations were overwhelming him, and with a little cry he pressed his mouth even harder against Wufei's and dug his fingernails into Wufei's shoulders as warmth rushed through him. He felt Wufei continue to stroke him until his convulsions had died down.
Quatre reluctantly freed Wufei's mouth when he felt Wufei's hand sliding out of his pyjamas.
"Better?" Wufei asked huskily, eyes glinting.
Quatre nodded lethargically, giving a small smile of contentment then he reached for Wufei, just like he'd seen Trowa do. He suddenly found his hand caught in a tight grip. Confused, he looked at Wufei.
"It's still early." Wufei murmured to him. "Get some sleep, okay?"
"But I…" Quatre began hesitantly.
Wufei gave him a little smile and kissed him quite thoroughly. "Sleep."
Quatre broke out in a grin once his mouth was released. "Okay."
He allowed Wufei to settle him back into bed, and, burying his face into Wufei's chest, he allowed himself to fall asleep. He was feeling really sleepy for some reason.
Watching Quatre sleep, Wufei frowned thoughtfully. Just because Quatre was amnesic and acted like a child, Wufei had temporarily forgotten that he still had physical desires too. After all, they were all still teenage boys, terrorists and assassins though they may be. He'd been surprised to find Quatre on top of him this morning, kissing him quite insistently. What had shocked him most though was the fact that Quatre had been rubbing his hard on against Wufei's thigh. Wufei did try to stop him, but when Quatre had pulled back and Wufei had seen him scrubbing at his eyes, obviously confused and still hard, he'd realised his error. Quatre obviously needed sexual relief and hadn't known what to do. So Wufei had helped him.
When Quatre had reached for him though, he'd immediately stopped him. It was true, he wanted to feel those hands on him, but Quatre still didn't understand enough yet. Wufei had no intention of taking advantage of him. If Quatre wanted sexual relief, then Wufei was going to give it to him, but he was not going to take something from Quatre that he wasn't giving freely. Actually, Wufei amended, because of his amnesia Quatre was giving it freely, but what Wufei meant was that he didn't want to take from Quatre something that wouldn't have been offered in a normal situation.
Damnit, but things were just getting too complicated.
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When Quatre woke up two hours later, he pulled Wufei to him for another kiss. To his delight, Wufei returned the kiss. Shifting, he rolled on top of Wufei, wanting desperately to feel what he had that morning. Wufei slid a thigh between his legs and shifted his hand to Quatre's hips, guiding Quatre's movements so that he was rubbing himself against Wufei's thigh.
"That's it." Wufei murmured heatedly, watching intently as Quatre rode his thigh. Quatre moaned and shook as he rocked back and forth, the pace quickly picking up. Eventually, he gave a sharp cry and threw back his head, pressing down frantically on Wufei's thigh. Then he leaned down so that his mouth could desperately search out Wufei's. A few moments later, Quatre was coming in a shuddering stream of physical pleasure, his moans swallowed by Wufei's mouth. When it was finally over, Quatre sank breathlessly down onto Wufei. Wufei shifted so that Quatre was stretched out on the bed. They lay together quietly for several moments while Quatre's breathing eventually calmed down. "Are you going to get up, sleepyhead?" He teased.
Quatre looked confused. "You – " he paused, not really sure what he wanted to say.
"What is it?" Wufei asked him.
Quatre reached for him. Once again like before, Wufei caught his hands. Smiling gently at Quatre, Wufei kissed Quatre's hands. "Get up lazy bones." He teased, pulling Quatre from the bed.
Quatre was confused. Perhaps he'd been mistaken. Perhaps this was how it worked. After all, he hadn't seen Duo and Trowa do what Wufei and he'd done this morning, and Wufei seemed to know what he was doing.
"Are you happy?" He questioned tentatively.
Wufei smiled at him. "Very." He murmured before leading Quatre to the bathroom.
//That was all right then.// Quatre decided. //As long as Wufei is happy.//
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To say that Quatre passed the next few days in a blissful haze was an understatement. Every night Wufei brought him to dizzying heights of pleasure using his hands and mouth. The first time Wufei had leaned down to take him in his mouth, he'd been shocked, but Wufei had smiled at him reassuringly, and so he'd settled back without a word.
When he'd felt himself being drawn into that slick, wet heat, he'd nearly collapsed. It had only taken minutes for the warm, wet pressure of Wufei's mouth to build up an intense passion coiling in his stomach, and when he'd felt Wufei's tongue curl around him he'd breathlessly allowed himself fly to the stars. He had never been so happy in his life. He wasn't sure how it worked, but somehow Wufei seemed to get the same pleasure he did. At least, Wufei always told him he was happy, and Quatre believed him.
He supposed that Duo and Trowa did it differently. He wasn't about to ask Wufei any questions on the matter; he knew Wufei would have a fit.
"Hmm." Sighing in bliss, Quatre settled back against the bed. Wufei had used his mouth on him again.
"Sleep, okay?" Wufei murmured, tucking the blankets around him. Quatre rolled over so that his face was buried in Wufei's neck. "Okay." He affirmed happily. Still, sometimes he wished Wufei would let him touch him.