| Whatever It Takes Chapter 4 Relena slowly rose to consciousness. Stretching, she winced at the slight soreness in her arms and legs. She was in a bed, a comfortable bed, that she didn't remember getting into. The late afternoon sun was slanting through the single window, illuminating the mismatched bedding. With a start, she recalled the previous events of the day, including Duo carrying her in here. She must have drifted off to sleep after that. It felt as though she had been asleep an hour or so, but she couldn't be sure. The bed felt warm, a little too warm and confining. On impulse she decided to shed the t-shirt and shorts Duo had provided her with earlier. That left her wearing only her white lace bra and panties. Slipping back under the cooled sheets, she decided that this felt much better. A hesitant knock at the door startled her. "Come in." Quatre peeked around the door, flushing slightly at the sight of Relena clutching the sheet to her bare shoulders. "Um...I brought you some soup. I figured that you hadn't had much to eat today, but none of us is really up to a big meal right now." Quatre crossed the room to set a bowl and spoon on the small table near the bed. "Mm, it smells good," Relena replied as she sat up, still clutching the sheet. "How long was I asleep?" "About fifteen or twenty minutes," Quatre smiled, "and the soup is compliments of Campbell's." "It tastes better than the supposedly gourmet meal I had last night," Relena said as she downed the soup as fast as she could without appearing rude. When she finished she set the bowl back on the table. "Fifteen or twenty minutes, huh?" she sighed. "I guess it's going to start up again soon." Quatre gave her a sympathetic look. "Duo said that you should try to rest as much as possible. B-between episodes, I mean." He flushed and looked down at the floor. It was Relena's turn to look upon Quatre with sympathy. She held out her hand to him and he took it as he came to sit hesitantly on the side of the bed. "I know this isn't easy for you," she began. "Please forgive the way that I acted earlier. I..." Quatre started to shake his head in denial but stopped when he realized that her grip on his hand had tightened. Her eyes closed and her jaw clenched shut as she drew a deep breath. "Duo!" he called, his eyes never leaving Relena's pale face. The braided boy quickly slid into the room in his stocking feet. Both boys had shed their warm outer clothing and now wore just jeans and t-shirts. "Again?" he asked and Quatre answered with a nod. Duo immediately began to pull off his t-shirt and jeans while Quatre stared at him, open-mouthed. Somehow, he hadn't thought it would come to this quite so quickly. Duo glanced at Quatre and smirked. "Her skin will be too sensitive for rough clothing," he explained as he pulled back the sheet to climb into the bed. He froze, the sheet held up in mid-air as he got his first good look at the girl writhing on the bed. "Damn," he swore softly and swallowed as he realized that underneath her usually modest clothing, Relena was every guy's wet dream. The sheer white lace of her undergarments was more tantalizing than concealing. And her figure...her breasts were small but perfect and the difference between her tiny waist and the flair of her hips was enough to make him want to whimper. Duo reached out a hand to lightly run his fingers down her side, from ribcage to hipbone. Relena let out a squeak and arched her back off of the bed. Duo berated himself. "Great, Maxwell, tickle the poor girl, why don't you." He forced his attention away from the growing distraction in his own shorts as he slid into the bed and pressed himself against Relena's warmth. She immediately groaned and pressed back into his angular hardness. He tried to arrange himself so that his knees or elbows wouldn't give her any bruises. He wasn't prepared when she began to moan and move rhythmically against him. Shit, now what. He looked over to see that Relena still had a hold of Quatre's hand. Quatre was trying to position himself so that the grip wouldn't be awkward for her. He was on his knees up near the head of the bed. Duo shifted so that he was now laying on top of Relena who groaned and bucked her hips up into him. Duo grit his teeth and lowered his head. Taking a deep breath (and idly noting a pleasant, flowery scent emanating from the sweet flesh beneath him) he looked up at Quatre. "If we," his voice was rough and he paused to clear his throat, "if we bring her to orgasm the episode will pass more quickly. Though we have to be careful. We'll probably have to do this many times and we don't want her to get...sore." Quatre nodded solemnly, looking as if he would love to be anywhere else. "Hell," Duo continued, "I guess she's going to be sore anyway, but we don't want her to actually be hurt. I mean, that's the whole reason we're here." He pushed himself up onto his hands, his hips still pressing into the girl beneath him as she rocked her own hips against his. He moved one hand to gently smooth the dark gold hair from her face. "Relena, it's me, Duo. I just want to help you, okay?" She forced her eyes open and looked up into the violet depths above her. One shaky hand reached up and pulled the end of his braid down beside her. "H-help me, Duo," she breathed, "please..." Duo groaned as the incredibly erotic words seemed to rush to his groin, but he knew that his own release was of no consequence now. One hand drifted down to lightly lay upon the creamy skin of her bosom, his fingertips tracing the outline of the brassiere before moving downward to barely skim the flat stomach. Regretfully realizing that foreplay was of little use at this time, he moved his fingers lower and under the elastic of her panties. Relena's breath was coming in small pants and she gripped Quatre's hand as Duo's fingers slid through the soft curls and probed her hidden recesses. His fingertips ghosted over the small nub that was currently the center of her being. Her hips bucked upwards and she gave a cry as stars seemed to explode behind her closed eyelids. As her breathing returned to normal, she opened her eyes to see Duo's concerned face above her. Shifting underneath him, she realized that Quatre still held her hand, and she blushed to think that he had witnessed what Duo had just done. "Are you okay?" Duo asked softly as he eased himself to her side. He hoped she didn't notice the raging hard-on he was currently sporting. Relena hesitated and then nodded, grateful that the overwhelming effects of the drug had once more, seemed to pass, and that she had reached orgasm so quickly. 'And what an orgasm,' she thought and blushed again. Quatre was glad that no one was paying attention to him. His face was flushed as he realized that he had found the previous scene to be incredibly erotic. He supposed it helped that he was attracted to Duo. Well, he thought, who wouldn't be? And he did have to admit that Relena was very pretty. Add to that the fact that they both were obviously enjoying the brief encounter, and Quatre was forced to try to hide his own erection against the side of the mattress. He raised his head to see Duo watching him with a knowing smirk. He tried to school his features to hide his desire but Duo laughed and raised himself off the bed. Quatre stiffened as Duo approached. Letting go of Relena's hand, he stood to face the grinning pilot who was his partner. "Hey, Q. Relena and I think you're wearing too many clothes." Quatre heard Relena gasp and thought that her sentiments matched his own, but he forced himself to meet Duo's gaze. Calmly he reached his hand back to grasp his shirt near the back of his neck and drew it over his head in one swift motion. With the same detachment he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down over his knees and then kicking them off in the direction of the wall. He fought the urge to cover himself with his hands as he stood before his friends in nothing but his briefs. Tight briefs that left little to the imagination, including his current state of arousal. Duo's eyes widened as his gaze traveled over the slight, but muscled form of the boy before him. 'Wow,' he thought, 'who knew that Q would have such a six-pack?' He reminded himself to go slowly and not spook the poor kid in what was probably his first sexual experience. Quatre tilted his head to one side as he wondered what Duo had in mind. He didn't have long to wonder before Duo moved closer, his head bending to let his lips whisper over Quatre's shoulder before he moved behind the blond boy. Quatre gasped as he felt Duo's breath skim the back of his shoulder near his neck. He shivered and tilted his head to allow easy access to the sensitive skin. Warm arms surrounded him from behind as Duo rested his chin against his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Relena gaping at them. Relena had never seen two males acting passionately towards one another before. It wasn't something she had ever considered before now, but she couldn't deny that the sight of the two pilots was...well, exciting, and she was pretty sure that the drug in her system had nothing to do with the way she felt. She bit her lip as she watched Duo run his hands up and down Quatre's arms while Quatre melted into his embrace. Duo winked and smiled at her above Quatre's shoulder. Duo knew that Relena's needs were paramount but that didn't preclude he and Quatre making the most of the situation and having a little fun themselves, right? Duo moved his fingers to lightly stroke Quatre's hard abdomen. The shivering he felt under his fingertips let him know that his touch was having an effect. The fact that the smaller boy had made no effort to stop him was also a plus. He slid his hands under Quatre's briefs and gently stroked the hard shaft. Quatre moaned and leaned further into Duo's touch as Duo slowly eased the briefs down. When he felt his briefs hit his ankles, Quatre suddenly realized that he was standing before Relena Peacecraft wearing nothing but Duo's roaming hands. He cautiously opened one eye to see if she was horrified. What he saw almost made him forget about Duo. Almost. Relena had moved so that she was on her knees in front of Quatre. When Duo had removed Quatre's underwear she had felt compelled to touch, to hold the beautiful organ before her. As she moved closer she looked up at Quatre who appeared to be frozen. Duo gave her a small smile and a nod. He pushed Quatre's hips forward and Relena's delicate hands grasped and squeezed the turgid shaft. Quatre closed his eyes again and made a sound deep in his throat. Her touch was so different from Duo's gentle but callused fingers. A moist heat enveloped him and he gasped, eyes flying open to see Relena's golden head bent over him. He instinctively tried to push himself further into her mouth but Duo held his hips from behind. "Uh-uh, sweet," Duo murmured against his ear. "Not too much, not too much." One of Duo's hands drifted up to caress a pink nipple. The combination of Duo's touch and Relena's mouth was too much for the inexperienced boy. The incredible sensations seemed to gather in his balls and then surge forwards. Quatre came with a shout and shuddered at the feel of Relena's mouth eagerly milking him. If Duo hadn't been holding him up he surely would have collapsed. His knees did give out then and Duo lowered him to the bed where he tried to control his breathing. He stole a look at Relena. She was licking her lips and looking very satisfied with herself. Quatre groaned and rolled onto his back. Duo laughed. "I think we all need some water after that." He left the room and came back in with a water pitcher and three glasses. Relena was wondering why she had enjoyed that as much as she had. 'I mean,' she thought, 'it's not like I haven't done that before.' She decided that Quatre's obvious enjoyment had something to do with it. She still didn't feel any of the drug so it must have been just her own natural inclinations. The realization of what she had done hit her. 'I just gave Quatre Winner a blow job,' she realized with a pleasant shock. Her fingers flew to her lips and she looked at Quatre in surprise. He was looking at her as if he had just realized the same thing. A snicker escaped her and Quatre's lips twitched. Soon they were both rolling on the bed in tension-releasing laughter. Duo smirked as he watched the pair with his hands on his hips. "Yuck it up, flyboy, but we might need that thing later." He pointed to Quatre's now-flaccid penis. Quatre raised himself on his elbows scowled at his groin. Relena dissolved in giggles again. |
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