13-Jun-2000
Title: Reclaiming Quatre
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Various
Spoilers: Series
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the
copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
WARNINGS!!! REALLY!!! READ: A thinly veiled excuse for LEMONade (that means
graphic sex stuff). Zechs completely OOC. Possibly other characters OOC -
People having sex with more than one other person... implied Non-Consensual
(in flashbacks and references), Also LANGUAGE. Watch out! I really mean it
this time!!!
Notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe. The premise is the same as the
original series universe up to a point. The point is that at the time of
the final confrontation between White Fang and the Alliance (and the
Gundams), Libra's big cannon goes out of whack and instead of ramming Earth
with Libra, Zechs decides on an extended guerilla war with Earth.
Peacemillion becomes the base for a small group from the Colonies opposing
White Fang, including (of course) the Gundam pilots. This has been dragging
on for some weeks. Things have gotten a bit weird. Zechs is totally out
there in this one, we know, we're sorry, sort of, and we'll try to make it
up to him. He's just so pretty... This is NOT an epic!! Just may have a
couple more parts after this.
As with all our fics so far, 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.
Heero walked into his room carrying a tray. He looked down at Quatre asleep on the bed and then sat down beside him. Carefully, he lifted Quatre up to his lap. "Quatre," he said stroking the blond's face. "Wake up. You need to eat something."
Quatre trembled, opening his eyes. "D-Duo? Oh... Heero!" For a second Quatre blinked, suddenly thinking that the conversation and... other stuff... with Duo had been a dream, one of those sex-filled fantasies that seemed to haunt him now. "Was Duo... did I see...?"
"Duo's resting," Heero said. "Here, have some soup."
Quatre began breathing a bit rapidly, now very unsure if what he remembered really happened. He did feel very hungry. He sat up, pulling his knees up, and took the mug of soup from Heero, sipping it.
"Are you angry with me?" Heero asked, watching Quatre carefully.
Quatre looked up. "Heero? No... why would I be..? Oh... because..." Quatre looked down. Then he reached out, trying to put the soup down somewhere. He grabbed Heero's hand. "Heero... I'm sorry I asked you... to kill me. It wasn't right. I should not have asked that. I was being so selfish and weak... please forgive me." Quatre blinked, trying not to cry. He didn't want to cry.
Heero reached out and touched Quatre's face. "It's okay to be selfish sometimes and it's okay to be weak. You're human. And there is nothing to forgive. You mean a lot to me Quatre. So, try and relax," Heero said as he pulled Quatre back against him and gave him a hug.
Quatre relaxed against Heero, feeling a little bit safer. "Heero... was Duo... in here before?"
"Yes," Heero replied, stroking Quatre's hair.
"Oh..." Quatre felt the soft touch in his hair and felt that he wished Heero would kiss him... then his cheeks flamed. Bad thought. Bad Quatre. "I... I guess I need to... do something," he said, feeling lost. He thought of leaving Heero's room and then thought of the door opening and Trowa being beyond it... Noooooo.... it upset him, so he burrowed against Heero's chest fretfully. "Oh god... I don't know what to do..."
Heero continued to stroke Quatre's hair. "You don't have to do anything right now," he said, "It would be good if you relaxed and rested some. You've taken some hits, Quatre. Don't worry. I'm here for you." he said and kissed Quatre's forehead.
Quatre tried to control his trembling. The old Quatre wouldn't have trembled. The old Quatre was brave and fearless compared to the new, nasty-boy one. He felt Heero's lips on his forehead and looked up, wanting to have that touch on his lips. Kiss me! he thought. I need it! I know it would feel so good...
Reaching up, he pulled Heero down and kissed him almost frantically.
Heero was a little startled at first, but then moved down on the bed and scooped Quatre in his arms, returning the kiss. His hands roamed over Quatre's back and down over his bare rear smoothing the soft skin there. Thrusting his tongue into Quatre's mouth, Heero shared the taste of Duo with the blond Arabian.
Quatre detected something in the taste of Heero's kiss... it was almost like the taste of... of.... he broke the kiss suddenly and looked at Heero with huge eyes... "Heero... that's not... you didn't... you don't... do you....??"
Heero looked down at Quatre, his eyes targeting Quatre's mouth. "I don't what?" he asked, quietly, as he traced Quatre's lower lip with his fingertip.
The touch was distracting. Quatre's eyelids fluttered. "You... taste like... like.... c-come..."
Heero used his fingers to open Quatre's mouth just a little wider. He then slid his index finger inside Quatre's mouth. "Hn," he remarked in an almost cooing sound. "Hai," he said. "It's Duo."
Quatre gasped, then closed his eyes, his lips closing to suck on Heero's finger hungrily, licking and nibbling it. Oh... dear.... he heard the shamed voice in his head, but another one seemed to laugh, getting stronger. Heero.... Yuy.... with Duo's come... in his mouth... ooooohhhhh...!!!
Quatre slid his hands around Heero, letting them roam around his waist and back. He felt so strong and solid... smooth and beautiful...
Slowly, Heero removed his finger and leaned down for a kiss. He felt Quatre's hands on his skin and felt his muscles relax under the Arabian's touch. "You disappointed?" he whispered next to Quatre's ear.
"Dis... dis... appointed?" Quatre gasped. "Why would I...." Then he remembered. Heero Yuy... doing that... to Duo... how... how...
How exciting. No! No... how nasty. How shameful... but it wasn't possible for Heero Yuy to do anything shameful. Heero Yuy was the best. The most honorable. The Perfect.... Soldier....
Heero Yuy was a cocksucker....
He suddenly laughed, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Not trusting himself to speak, he whipped his head back and forth in denial of being disappointed.
"What?" Heero asked as he leaned back and peeled off the green tank. He then stood up and peeled off the signature bike shorts as well.
Quatre watched, his eyes getting so big they seemed to take up half his face. Heero... oh god he was beautiful! So perfect... even the faded scars on his skin were perfect. Quatre completely forgot any semblance of propriety and literally fell on his knees on the floor before this young god. He looked up, worshipping. "B-beautiful..." he whispered. An image of a platinum-haired beauty flickered in his mind and then was blotted out by Heero's image above him. He licked his lips, wanting only to be allowed to worship.
Heero watched as Quatre went to his knees. 'Ok,' he thought. 'So far, so good. At least he didn't run screaming out of the room.' There was something in the way that Quatre licked his lips that brought an immediate response in Heero's body. He moved forward slightly standing very close to Quatre.
Quatre rose on his knees and reached out with both hands. One hand fastened on Heero's shaft and the other slid around his hip, drawing him closer. Quatre opened his mouth and began to lick the firm bar of flesh in front of him, licking along it, around it, probing the tip and the ridges with his active tongue. Heero... tasted good... perfect... Quatre closed his eyes and began to simply devour the Japanese boy in a frenzy of hungry lust.
Heero's eyes closed as he felt Quatre's mouth envelope him. Feeling Quatre's tongue swirl and dance on his throbbing shaft, it became apparent to him that, yes, Quatre had learned quite a lot in a short time. His fingers moved into the thick golden hair atop Quatre's head as his hips began to move and rock in Quatre's mouth.
Quatre felt the fingers in his hair... approval!! He felt Heero's body move, and simply gave himself over completely to the act. Ice blue eyes tried to open in his mind but they were blotted out by cobalt-blue ones. Quatre concentrated on using everything he could to please Heero, to give him sensations of pleasure and to induce him to give Quatre a drink of that milky stuff. His mind supplied him with a sudden flash of Heero doing this... to Duo... it sent a bolt of electricity through his body. Reaching one hand down, Quatre touched his own rock-hard erection, whimpering a little, then immersing himself again in the play of his mouth around the hot, tense flesh.
After being with Duo, Heero had been more than ready. He felt the sensations of Quatre's warm mouth around him and allowed his body act. Soon, he felt the delicious throb in his lower regions and held on to Quatre tightly. He felt his body tense, suddenly and groaned loudly as he released into Quatre's mouth.
Quatre all but bounced on his knees with the excitement of receiving Heero's release. He licked and sucked the liquid, lapping at it happily. His hand in his own lap worked over his erection, but the joy and satisfaction... Heero!... of claiming this salty reward almost outweighed his own pleasure. Finishing, he looked up adoringly, licking his lips.
Heero breathed deeply as he sat down on the bed. Reaching out, he cupped Quatre's face in his hands and kissed him hungrily. After a few moments, Heero moved his hands under Quatre's arms and lifted and coaxed him up on the bed next to him. "Quatre, that was wonderful, thank you," he said.
Quatre sighed happily. His body throbbed but he felt so very joyous. Heero... Heero let him... and Heero did things like... that... so how could it be....
But the shame was not so easily banished. 'Heero is better than you. He can do things and not be touched by the badness, but you are not so lofty... just a sick little boy who has dishonored himself and his fellows...'
Quatre's face fell at the thoughts. He covered his face with his hands, and tried to hide in the covers.
Heero watched Quatre cover his face and frowned slightly. He moved up next to him and massaged the back of Quatre's neck. "Hey," he said. "What is this?"
Quatre mumbled into the bed covers. "I'm not worthy... of you... Hee-chan..."
Heero smiled and shook his head a little. Looking at Quatre lying there, he could not help but admire the beautiful color of Quatre's skin that disappeared under the oversized shirt he wore. Heero moved closer, sliding his hand up Quatre's exposed thigh. "Yes you are," he said contradicting Quatre directly Bending, Heero kissed the curve of Quatre's hip.
Quatre shook his head violently. Then he felt something warm and soft on his skin... oohhhh.... he looked down...
"Heero...." he said. "D-duo said... he said... the new, bad me wasn't so bad.... is that... could that be right?? Could it?"
"Duo is very smart about these things, Quatre, and you know he never lies," Heero said, moving closer. He slid his hand underneath Quatre's hips and between his legs. His hand found Quatre's cock and closed around it.
Quatre gasped. He turned quickly, exposing himself more fully and arching upwards a little. "Ohhh... yes... Duo... never lies..." he said, his voice throbbing with need. The strong, firm hand, only a little rough with calluses, felt so good, so good...
A corner of Heero's mouth lifted as he felt and listened to Quatre. Moving between Quatre's legs, Heero stroked Quatre with long even strokes, feeling the shaft in his hand harden further. "Duo's right. The new, bad you isn't so bad. But in order to be certain..." he said and then closed his mouth around Quatre, taking him deep inside. Closing his eyes, Heero slowly moved his mouth up and down the firm shaft.
Quatre cried out, his mind totally blown again. First... Duo... now... oh... oh.... His hips moved restlessly, his excitement so intense he knew he could not keep it together for very long. He drummed the bed with little fists, his head thrashing from side to side. "Heero!" he chanted mindlessly. "Heero! Heero!" The suddenly he gave a long cry and his hips strained upwards. Everything he had seemed to empty from his body as he was swept up in wave after wave of pleasure. At last his body went limp and boneless as he moaned weakly.
Heero took deep breaths, swallowing, licking and sucking every drop from Quatre's body. He felt the Arabian sink back on to the bed and smiled. Moving next to Quatre's face, Heero found Quatre's mouth and gave him a deep, long kiss. He folded Quatre into his arms, holding on to him protectively.
Quatre leaned into Heero's chest. Somehow he seemed to be getting rewarded for... being shameful! But it felt so good. With... with Zechs it felt good... but his emotions were all twisted. And he could feel that *Zechs'* emotions were all twisted. But this... felt like love. Heero.... loved him? Heero Yuy... loved him...
Sighing, Quatre closed his eyes, unable to understand but beginning to accept something he could never have imagined before... He remembered the story Duo had told him, suddenly. About the perfect warrior and the laughing clown of death.... oh... he was telling Quatre that Heero had feelings... deep feelings... and Quatre nodded... he knew that. He had felt those feelings, in his heart. He had known that Heero had a depth of emotion that was all but unmatched. And now, he was holding Quatre... unworthy Quatre... weak Quatre... bad Quatre... but in Heero's arms... what did it matter?
Quatre sighed and slipped into another sleep.
TBC
Alright, I know all we let the boy do is have sex and sleep... but he's been traumatized! He got to eat some soup this time...
Comments eagerly welcomed, flames accepted. Although as time has proven, I will whine about it and cry and make everyone feel sorry for me... er... ah.... ^_^
bonnejeanne & vonceia
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