Title: ESO
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction http://www.oocities.org/fenris_wolf0/
Category: yaoi, AU? Epic Saga...
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5x? 6x?
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Warnings: LEMON. Yaoi. Old guys. Original characters. AU? You decide... OOC? Same.
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Spoilers: Everything. I mean it, everything, series, EW, Ep. Zero, etc.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. While our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short
or long.

E.S.O. - by bonnejeanne and vonceia -

Part Twenty: Epilog 3 - Quatre open, Milliardo's answer...

Quatre woke, feeling safe and warm in the arms of the boy he loved. He felt the soft brush of Trowa's bangs tickle his face slightly as he turned his face to see the face of his love. Trowa's face in sleep was something that fascinated him. Normally so impassive, Trowa seemed to loose his ability to control his features when he slept. Quatre would wake and find him smiling with his eyes closed sometimes, or thoughtful, or his sleeping face would mirror emotions of worry, fear or sometimes anger. Quatre never asked him about what he was dreaming when he woke up. He felt that it would be prying, taking advantage of the trust Trowa placed in him, allowing him to share his bed. He sometimes wished he could break this self-imposed rule, but it was like a sacred vow.

This time Trowa's face was frowning slightly, and his eyes moved under the lids, lost in a dream. Quatre watched, knowing it could go on for hours, but unable to tear himself away.

As he lay in the quiet, watching Trowa's sleeping expressions change, he felt a strange lassitude come over him. His own lids drooped without closing, and an image seemed to superimpose itself over the vision of Trowa's face. A man, tall, heavily built, yellow blond hair... this man came close and draped himself over the viewer, and Quatre felt a sensation of breath on his face. He felt a tingle as if demanding hands were moving over his body, loosening his clothing, pulling him into a shadowed corner... a name seemed to whisper in his ear in a unfamiliar man's voice... 'give it to me... Nanashi... give me your sweet..'

Trowa blinked away from the dream, after pushing at it with his mind, struggling to emerge from the memory.

Quatre saw those green eyes blink open and stared back, startled...

"Nanashi..." Quatre whispered the word in his mind

Trowa's eyes widened and his brow furrowed for a split second before his expression resolved into one of dismay. "Yes, that's me," he said, evenly. He reached out for the cold and darkness, but nothing came. He sighed and was quiet for a moment.

Quatre blinked, his eyes widening. He saw the expression of hurt in Trowa's face. Somehow... somehow he'd intruded into that private place... how... how???

His own aqua eyes mirroring the same distress, he sat up, reaching out to touch Trowa's face, then stopping. I have no right! he said to himself. "What... where did that... name... come from...?" he whispered, trying to comprehend.

"It doesn't matter, Quatre." Trowa said. "It's all right."

Quatre shook his head violently. "No... I saw... a man... tall... blond hair... I felt... he touched..."

Trowa's nose twitched a little as memories flooded back to him. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but Trowa did not brush it away. "That was Trowa Barton... the real Trowa Barton." he said and then looked down at Quatre. He nodded in affirmation of Quatre's suspicions.. visions. "It is all true. I don't know what you got, but he did touch me." Trowa continued. He felt the stabs of pain and then something different than the other times he allowed himself the think about his early life. Trowa felt little pieces of his soul suddenly freed from the confession.

Quatre blinked away tears in his own eyes. "But... how did I... how could I... Trowa... my...my... I swear I didn't mean to..."

Trowa smiled a little. "Quatre." he said, looking down at the distressed look in Quatre's face. "You have a ... a gift. Maybe it has been opened a little more by what we just went through. I wouldn't be surprised. I don't mind you knowing anything about me, so don't worry."

Shaking his head again, Quatre said softly, "But... it's not right! It's like... invasion... I never wanted to... do anything like that... I don't know why it has to happen now..." he looked up at Trowa, and took a deep breath. "You... just said you don't mind... oh, Trowa..." Quatre put his arms around Trowa's neck and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in Trowa's ear.

Trowa closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed the feel and smell of Quatre against him. He felt comforted and loved. "Thank you," Trowa said, hugging Quatre hard. "But.. the past is the past and I can't change it now. It's done. The only thing I can do is to answer for it, I guess. But it helps to have you here."

Quatre tightened his arms even more on those words, cutting a little of Trowa's oxygen off, then letting go as he felt his own breath go short. "Sorry..." he mumbled. "I'll always be here for you, Trowa. But if you ever need me to go... please just tell me... I don't want to hurt you by pressing too close..."

Trowa leaned down and kissed Quatre deeply. He held nothing back and allowed himself the fullest expression of love he had ever shown to anyone. After a short time, he opened his eyes and looked down a Quatre with a small smile. "What if I want you close? Can you be close to me Quatre?" he said, softly, brushing Quatre's golden hair back with his fingers.

Quatre looked up, his eyes wide and open. "I love you, Trowa," he said. "I'm prepared to be anything you want or need me to be." Then he reached up, not really knowing why, and touched Trowa's temple lightly. For a few seconds, Trowa saw something he could not at first understand. He saw a vision of a face, clear green eyes, beautiful mouth, expression of age beyond years, and looking, felt a love that almost went beyond expression... Quatre's love.

In the briefest of moments the vision faded but the love seemed to linger in his mind.

This time, Trowa's eyes filled and two streams of tears fell over his cheeks. He shivered, feeling the certainty of what he felt begin to melt the ice and warm him. He leaned down and buried his face in the space between Quatre's shoulder and neck. It felt right. The space felt like the right place to be as Trowa held on to Quatre's shoulders.

Quatre held Trowa close, his hands stroking the tall boy's back, and smoothing his soft hair. He just stayed where he was, holding his love close. Slowly he felt the rhythm of his breath change and adjust until it matched the green-eyed boy's. He felt as if their hearts were almost beating together. It was a powerful feeling, where he stayed.

"Trowa..." he said softly, after a while. "Nanashi... and you have... another name, did you know that? It's 'my love'... that's you name in my heart. Three names... just like me..."

Trowa chuckled through tears. He felt the tension drain from his body as he looked up at Quatre through slightly puffy eyes. "I'll take that," he said, then rested his head against Quatre's chest. "I like it," he said.

Quatre laughed too, "Trowa... Nanashi... Mylove..." he repeated softly. Then he bent his head down to Trowa's face and kissed him tenderly.

The kiss became a bit more... passionate, and then even more... and Quatre felt his temperature skyrocket suddenly, a flash of something coming to him as if from not far away. He moved back, gasping, feeling his whole body ache. "Oh..." he whispered. "He is... they are..."

"Hn?" Trowa remarked. "Who?" he asked, reaching up and touching Quatre's face with his fingers.

"Wu...fei!" Quatre said breathlessly. "And... Duo...? and... Heero!" He fanned himself, trying to make his temperature go back to a more normal level. "Oh..."

Trowa's eyes widened and then a smile spread itself across his features and he laughed. "How dare they?" he said. "They left us completely out. We'll have to speak to them about that."

"Trowa!" Quatre exclaimed in a slightly shocked voice. "It's not... oh my..." he said, trying to figure out how to disengage himself from the feelings that were coming intermittently into his mind. "I need to figure out... how to control this!" he said, breathing rapidly. "Trowa... stop thinking about that!"

Trowa sat up. Without speaking, he took Quatre's hand, pulling him off the bed and then hoisted him over his shoulder. "Can't stop thinking about.. that." he said. "Time for a confirmation visit. You could be getting ghost visions... Doubt it, but it never hurts to check," he added.

Quatre kicked his legs, looking around. "Trowa! No, I don't think this is a good idea!"

"What percentage?" Trowa asked. "I need a calculation, Reberba." he said, opening the door and moving down the hall.

"Huh?!" Quatre said, feeling extremely embarrassed. What if someone came down the hall? Then they passed a door and he gasped. "Oh!! Oh no... Zechs!"

"Should we stop here?" Trowa asked. "What's Zechs up to?"

"H-h-himself!" Quatre gasped. "He's... upset... and... oh.... uh... horny..."

Trowa chuckled. "Excellent use of that word in a sentence, Quatre." he said and then knocked softly on the door.

"Trowa, I really don't think we should... uh...oh..."

A few moments later, Zechs opened his door. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Trowa Barton carrying Quatre Winner over his shoulder. He moved back slightly and tried not to gape at Quatre's nicely shaped rear that was right at Zech's eye level.

"I think you two had better come in," he said. "What is this?"

"Thanks, Zechs," Trowa said, walking into the room. He noted the fact that Zechs was only dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans, which were half opened and bared a bit of his lower stomach. "Quatre had a ... a feeling... a vision actually. Tell Zechs what you saw Quatre." he said.

"T-trowa... could you put me down please?" Quatre said plaintively.

Trowa smiled up at Zechs. He patted Quatre's rear and then lowered him to the ground.

Zechs blinked at the gesture and wet his lips unconsciously.

Quatre turned around quickly, facing the tall blond, his face pink with embarrassment and... maybe something else. "Hi!" he said breathlessly. "Uh... have you been... uh... feeling.... uh... lonely?"

Zechs did a double take, looking down at Quatre with a small frown on his face.

"Actually, the former vision said that you were upset and horny." Trowa amended.

"Trowa!!!"

Zechs placed his hands on his hips, his eyes widening as he looked from one to the other. He then took a deep breath and his expression changed. "I think your first vision was right on the mark." he said. And then, "Is that why you're here?"

Trowa folded his arms over his chest. "Actually, you were our first choice, but second destination."

"Trowa, no!"

Quatre's face was a bit pinker now. "Zechs... we are very sorry for intruding on you like this. It's rather hard to explain, you see... when I woke up I started experiencing these... pictures and feelings and Trowa wanted to find out if I was hallucinating or if they were real and then we went by here and I got another one..." he ducked his head. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize he was going to insist on checking it out just right now..." Quatre blinked up at Zechs appealingly, trying to apologize. "And please don't be sad, I think Wufei likes you really, but he's kind of busy..."

Trowa's eyebrows rose as he nodded in the direction of Zechs, somewhat impressed.

Zechs' eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise. Then he frowned. "This one is dangerous," he said to Trowa.

"He is wonderful," Trowa said, proudly.

"Wonderful, huh?" Zechs said, moving closer to Quatre. He placed his hands around Quatre's warm face and looked into his large aqua eyes. "Thank you and I'll keep that in mind," he said. Leaning forward, he kissed Quatre's lips, tenderly.

Quatre closed his eyes instinctively, lifting his mouth slightly. Then he looked up as the taller man moved back.

"Trowa," Quatre said softly, a slightly sad tremble in his voice. "He... he doesn't think he's at all attractive... he sees himself as a... a monster... like the Beast in that old movie..." His eyes looked up into Zechs', shining with excess moisture.

Zechs looked back at Quatre, feeling totally exposed and open. A part of his mind cursed him for hurting Quatre, but that part of his self-damnation quieted in the midst of the tears in Quatre's eyes.

"Stop it," Quatre commanded softly. "You aren't hurting me... how could you?" Oh, how am I going to make this stop, Quatre thought, but the intensity of emotions was just too strong for him as he dealt with the newly opened senses.

Trowa stepped up quietly. He placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, squeezing it slightly and then stepped in the space between Quatre and Zechs. "Stop killing your heart, Zechs... Milliardo Peacecraft. I did that for a long time and it only made me frozen inside. If you don't want to hurt anyone anymore, then begin with not hurting yourself. You are a beautiful man. You know that. Don't be afraid of it," he said, and then reached out, touching Zech's face.

Zechs stood there for a moment and allowed the words to pour through him. He looked down for a moment and then back up into the incredible green eyes that looked back at him. He then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Finally, he smiled, thinking that perhaps this would work a lot better if he had a glass of Wild Turkey.

Quatre blinked, and then went quickly over to a bag on the floor, which Zechs had brought with him. He felt inside until he found the bottle he knew somehow was there. Then he pulled it out and unscrewed the cap, titling to take a very small drink himself. I can use it, he thought. Then he brought it over to where the other two stood.

"Here," he said, handing it to Zechs. "I'd do it more neatly but I don't know where any glasses are. Go ahead!"

Quatre watched Zechs to make sure he complied. Then he glanced at Trowa, with a question in his eyes. Is this all right? he was asking.

Trowa nodded and winked at Quatre. "Perfect," he said.

Zechs looked at the bottle and then upended it into his mouth, feeling the strong liquid blaze a trail down his throat and warm his stomach. "No need for formalities between friends," he said and then handed the bottle to Trowa.

"Thanks," Trowa said and then took a drink himself. "In space, everything is legal."

Quatre laughed and took the bottle from Trowa, taking another moderate swallow. Zechs hadn't seen the first one, but Quatre was afraid he might not get another chance, there was something a bit overprotective about the Peacecraft son.

"And don't look at me that way until you've been to a Maganac celebration," Quatre said to Zechs. Then he took the young man's hand and pulled him over to the couch, pushing him to sit down. The guy was just too tall.

Zechs fell on the couch, noting Quatre's strength. "I'm saying nothing," Zechs said.

Trowa walked over and sat down next to Zechs. "This is fun," he said.

Quatre sighed. He could feel the whiskey beginning to blur the edges of his perception. "That's... better," he sighed. "Now the others are fading a bit. Whew!" he said, and laughed suddenly, his eyes very bright. "So Zechs... you prefer Asians or just brunettes?"

"Uh.." Zechs said. "Umm.. I hadn't thought.."

Trowa chuckled. "Are you a little... new to this?" he asked.

Zechs looked at the two pilots and blinked as he felt his face flush with color. He lifted his chin a little. "Not exactly new... no." he replied.

"I'm just asking because I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't like blonds," Quatre explained, taking another quick drink of the booze before capping it and setting it down precisely. He looked at Trowa apologetically and shrugged.

Trowa waved off the apology and looked back at Zechs. He had no intention of allowing the Lightning Count to squirm out of this one.

"You are fine, Quatre. I like blonds. I tend to go by personality, if anything." Zechs said.

"Oh," Quatre frowned. He suddenly placed himself on Zech's lap. "Hmmm... and you were thinking of Wufei... I guess maybe you'd be better with Trowa, they're more alike, at least outwardly. You like serious ones, right? No one ever takes me seriously..." the aqua-eyed pilot said, resting his arm around Zech's shoulder.

Zech blinked again as Quatre sat on his lap. He looked up at the young pilot, now very close. "You are not mean or severe, Quatre," he said.

Quatre frowned and tapped Zechs on the nose. "You don't know me all that well, I can be... can't I Trowa? Tell him about the time a wiped out a colony..."

Trowa lowered his head for a moment, unable to keep from laughing. "It's true," he said in the most serious tone he could muster. "Quatre went bonkos and wiped out an entire colony by himself. He also KO'd the mobile suit I was wearing as well. Believe me. That day, everyone took him seriously."

Quatre nodded rapidly. "Yeah, Heero even tried to kill me!" he said proudly.

Zechs nodded, adjusting himself to hold on to Quatre. The entire thing felt like a strange dream with him holding a somewhat tipsy Quatre on his lap, while trying to keep the rapidly hardening piece of flesh in his pants from touching the young pilot. "That's impressive," he said, to Quatre's being targeted by Heero Yuy.

Quatre smiled and looked into his eyes, from about four inches away. "Don't worry, as long as I'm sitting here, no one can see you have a hard-on," he announced.

Trowa clasped his hand over his mouth and attempted to stifle a laugh. It was to no avail and then he just gave it up and laughed aloud.

Zechs looked at Quatre and nodded. "Thank you, Quatre," he said.

Quatre frowned at Trowa laughing. "Hmmm... see, I don't think... it's the blond thing, isn't it?" he said, turning to Zechs. "Don't you find that people have these misconceptions about blonds? They think we're frivolous and air-headed and... ditzy!"

Zechs thought about it and said. "You know, you are entirely correct." He flipped his hair back over his shoulder. "We are very serious people, with brains," he said, then leaned close to Quatre's ear. "I think you have to be really scary and then they listen."

Quatre sighed. "No point," he answered. "It doesn't last. You know, Zechs, I'm not a virgin and neither is Trowa..."

Trowa gasped and then looked up at Zechs to see what he would say.

"I am not a virgin either," Zechs replied and then wondered why he told the young pilot that.

"Well that's good to know," Quatre said. "But I don't see why you are called the Lightning Count... if I have to bounce around here much more without even getting so much as a kiss, I'm going to nickname you the Glacier Count... 2 inches a year..."

Trowa put two hands over his mouth in hysterical horror. "Quatre!" he said.

"What? Even you didn't take this much hinting to get started!"

Trowa's mouth dropped open. He then looked at Zechs and shrugged.

Zechs closed his eyes, listening to the exchange. He then placed his hand at the back of Quatre's neck and pulled his face over for a kiss. This time the kiss was not polite or tender, but a full-out, passionate, inner-twining tongue kiss that left them both breathless.

Trowa took the opportunity and moved closer to the two of them on the couch.

Quatre sighed, leaning back slightly. "Better..." he said. He smiled at Zechs. "Are you really determined to hold out for Wufei?"

Zechs laughed and shook his head. "I think I have given up any attempts at predestination on this one. What do you suggest?" he asked.

Quatre smiled again and Zech could see it was not the smile of an innocent. "If you can't figure out what I'm suggesting after I've all but chased you around the room, then I don't know what good it would be for me to tell you... right, Trowa?"

"Oh sure," Trowa said. "But everyone is way too overdressed."

Standing up, Trowa removed his clothes.

Quatre clapped delightedly. "Zechs... see? Isn't he amazing to look at?"

Trowa held his arms out in a classic circus pose.

Zechs sighed. "Amazing..." he said. "Yes.. very amazing."

Trowa bowed and then walked over to the couch. "Help me with Quatre." he said to Zechs, as he began divesting Quatre of his clothing.

"Sure," Zechs said, unbuttoning Quatre's shirt and removing it.

"I guess I have to get up," Quatre said, standing. He let Trowa unfasten his pants and then stepped out of them. Once out of the baggy pants he always wore, it became evident that Quatre was a lot more grown up than he looked fully dressed. "Your turn," he said to Zechs, but did not wait for the man to react. He reached down to where Zech's jeans were already partially undone and pulled them open the rest of the way.

"Oh..my god," Zechs said softly, looking at Quatre's body. Looking at both of them, he felt an immediate and painful response in his own body. He was grateful when the jeans disappeared.

Trowa leaned over and kissed Quatre deeply. His hands moved over Quatre's stomach and hip. "You're the best," he said quietly, as he moved back.

"I love you too!" Quatre exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Trowa and kissing him in return, very enthusiastically. Then he looked back at Zechs, while still holding Trowa, and smiled.

Zechs held his breath as he watched the two pilots kiss each other. They were both beautiful and different in their own rights. When they looked back at him, Zechs found himself smiling. He reached out and smoothed the skin of Quatre's rear, squeezing the soft flesh in his hands.

Quatre smiled like a cat being petted. He put his hands above his head and did a little turn, humming a faintly Middle Eastern tune. "Well? What would you like?"

Zechs looked from Quatre to Trowa and then back again. "The whole store," he said and stood up. He placed his arms around Quatre's body from behind and pulled him tightly against his chest as he pressed his hardened flesh against the softness of Quatre's rear.

Quatre sighed and rubbed his rear against Zechs. "That would be a good place to start..." he purred softly. He winked at Trowa. "I think both of us have a few things we want to put in the basket as well..."

Trowa nodded as the erotic picture of Quatre and Zechs imprinted itself on his mind. He moved closer, placing his arms around Quatre and Zechs from in front, effectively sandwiching Quatre's body between the two of them. Trowa's hands moved down to Zechs' hips, cupping them and pulling him forward. He dropped his head to Quatre's neck, kissing and tasting him while Zechs did the same to the other side.

Quatre moaned softly, reveling in the feeling of being between his love and the incredibly beautiful Zechs. "Ohhh... this is too nice," he sighed. "I feel selfish..." Then he leaned forward and whispered in Trowa's ear that Zechs had something in his bag they could use for lubricant. He also whispered his idea of what to do next and smiled as Trowa nodded.

As Zechs turned Quatre to face him and kissed the Sandrock pilot deeply, Trowa went to the bag and found the item Quatre mentioned. He moved back quickly and in time for Zechs to move in his direction for a deep kiss as well.

Quatre smiled as he watched Trowa kiss Zechs. This was going to be so much fun! And he could tell Trowa liked the idea. Quatre pulled them both back over to the couch and took the small tube from Trowa, handing it to Zechs, then climbed onto the couch, with Zechs behind him, and pulled Trowa in front of him. He bent forward on his knees and leaned down to begin taking Trowa with his mouth, presenting his backside to the tall Peacecraft.

Trowa gasped feeling Quatre's mouth engulf him. Through half-lidded green eyes, he saw the expression of lust in Zechs' eyes and smiled before giving himself over to Quatre's experienced mouth.

Zechs felt the temperature of his body rise as he watched Trowa's proud erection disappear between Quatre's lips. His hands rested on Quatre's hips for a moment and then he parted the cleft and moved closer. Placing himself at the entrance of Quatre's body, Zechs carefully moved inside the tight opening, giving Quatre time to adjust to him.

The little Arabian tensed, then adjusted very quickly, moving back a little as he began to rock in time with what he was doing to Trowa.

Zechs' eyelids drooped as he moved with Quatre. Holding Quatre's hips, he felt the amazing pilot's body move over his aching flesh, driving him nearly insane with pleasure.

Quatre shivered in delight, submerged in the sensations all around and inside him. He let go trying to control anything and let himself ride the tide of need and passion, feeling as if Trowa and Zechs were communicating with each other through his body. He loosened his already few inhibitions and abandoned himself to the pleasure, moving between the two as they took their pleasure and received it.

Trowa's fingers moved into Quatre's thick blond hair as he felt his love take him deeply into his mouth. A little beyond, he smiled at Zechs, noticing that the Lightning Count was having no problems communicating his needs at all. As Trowa watched he felt the synergy between the three of them coalesce.

Zechs bit his lip, feeling the tempo increase substantially. Soon he found himself moving faster into Quatre's body, feeling his own begin its rise to completion.

Quatre began to vibrate with wave after wave of sensations, passing them back and forth, He felt his body begin to shudder, knowing he would not be able to keep this up very much longer before he lost everything in a hot explosion of passion. He applied his mouth ever more hungrily to his love, as he danced in front of Zechs.

Trowa moaned aloud feeling his body suddenly jerk and his seed spill into Quatre's warm mouth. 'I love you, Quatre!' he thought, as his body gave all it could.

Quatre swallowed every drop, and then suddenly began to shudder very hard as his body, pushed over the edge by Zechs, flooded with waves of sensation. He gasped, and released himself on the couch as he lost everything to the tall blond.

Zechs felt Quatre's body clench around him and heard Trowa's moan. Gripping Quatre's hips, he slammed deeply into Quatre's body, filling the warm, tight place with his seed. His body shuddered and then he leaned down over Quatre as he felt his balance slip. Zechs kissed the back of Quatre's neck and then lifted himself up a little, capturing Trowa's mouth, sharing a kiss with him as well.

Quatre sighed, collapsing down onto the couch. He breathed deeply, recovering. Looking up he saw Zechs and Trowa kissing and smiled.

"That was... nice..." he said breathlessly. "At least for starting..." Ooooh... I wonder if the three down the hall are affecting my judgment, Quatre thought. Oh well... who cares!

Zechs' eyes widened at the implications. He then shook his head slid down to the couch behind Quatre, pulling him against his chest and making room for Trowa.

Trowa smiled and then slipped down in the space provided, holding on to Quatre and Zechs and settling in for a rest.

Quatre smiled, snuggling down between the other two. "See, Zechs? You can have some fun too..."

Zechs smiled behind Quatre. "Thank you Quatre. You are absolutely right." he said.

Next... More Epilogs? Probably....

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