'We won't tell anyone, and we don't expect this to repeat itself,' Trowa had told her.
Well, maybe not, but that didn't mean she couldn't fantasize about it for the next several up coming months!
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Hands caressed her thighs, her breasts, her stomach; gliding over her water-slick skin with ease. Her head lolled back against the porcelain rim, tiny white teeth biting her lower lip mercilessly to hold back the moan that threatened to sound as knowing fingers teased her lips, before one finger braved forward and swiped across her clit. Her back arched, and another finger joined the first, flicking the tiny nubile with maddening accuracy. A second hand joined the first, abandoning her breasts in favor of more desirable pleasures. Three fingers entered her and she could not bite back the tiny gasp that...
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
"Noin?! Are you sleeping in there? We have to be down at the shuttle pad in forty minutes!"
Lucrezia Noin sat up in the bathtub, sloshing warm water over the sides. "All right already! I'm getting out! I'm getting out!" she yelled, standing up in the tub and reaching for her robe. "Geesh, you act like we don't live five minutes away from the shuttle pad," she griped as she entered the bedroom, towel-drying her hair.
Arms wrapped around her waist, startling her, and she felt herself swung over onto the bed, a body looming over her, pressing her down into the cozy comforters. Pale strands of blond hair rained down around her, as her fiancée grinned down at her.
"Maybe I just want a chance to ravish you before we have to meet Quatre," Zechs replied, dipping in to drink from her lips.
She smiled lazily, stretching out beneath him, coyly rubbing her body's soft curves against his… harder contours. She curled one leg around his, using the pad of her foot to massage his calf. "Well, if *that's* the case…" she murmured, well aware of the fact that her robe had fallen open on her descent onto the bed. "No sense in arguing with good reason..."
* * *
"Noin! It's so wonderful to see you again!" Quatre exclaimed as they exchanged friendly hugs and kisses.
"You're looking great, Quatre," she replied, smiling fondly at the younger man. "I would have thought running WEI would have begun to wear you down."
He laughed good-naturedly. "The guys don't give it a chance! If anything, I'm running to work to get a break from *them* rather than the other way around!"
She laughed at this, but didn't say more since Zechs had joined them. "Quatre," he greeted, nodding at the smaller young man.
"Zechs, you're looking good for a dead man," Quatre smiled up at the blond. They laughed and shook hands. "We didn't get to see you after the—incident. Heero especially wanted to talk with you."
"I apologize for leaving so suddenly, like that," the older man said, turning to lead them towards their waiting vehicle. "But I'm sure you can understand my reasons for not wanting to stay on Earth."
"Of course, of course," Quatre replied. "However, I believe Anne was very upset with you both for just leaving like that. I know *I* would have liked to have spent some time with you both before you disappeared."
"That just wasn't possible, Quatre," Noin said softly, smiling almost sadly. "We couldn't stay on earth, and each moment we delayed the inevitable, we risked--"
"Yes, I know, I understand," the blond young man responded. Then he took her hand in his, giving it another little squeeze, and continued to hold it as they made their way towards the waiting vehicle. No one but Noin noticed the slight flushness of her features as they proceeded down the catwalk. "But, tell me. How has Mars been treating you?"
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"Wow!" Quatre exclaimed indulgently as he admired the engagement ring she held up to him. "Nice. I'm surprise you can still walk straight!"
She laughed. "It took practice. But I eventually got the hang of it." She winked at him before Zechs came back into the living room with drinks.
"The hang of what?" he asked, leaning over to kiss her before taking a seat beside her. "Dealing with a know-it-all like me?"
She laughed and leaned back against him, curling her legs up beneath her. "I was just showing Quatre the ring you gave me," she replied, weaving her hand into his.
"You two look really good together," Quatre said after studying them for a moment.
Noin laughed again, playfully punching Zechs in the stomach. "What do you think I've been trying to convince him of for the last six years?"
"Hey! Did I ever argue with you?" Zechs returned, capturing her fist and bringing it up to his lips.
Quatre smiled and then yawned, ineffectively hiding it behind his hand.
"Oh! Quatre! You must be exhausted what with your journey here and all," Noin gasped, standing up. "Here, let me show you to your room."
"Thanks, Noin," Quatre replied, standing as well. "I appreciate you putting me up and all like this."
She waved him off. "It's no trouble at all, Quatre. You know that." She showed him into the humble second bedroom, somewhat nervous. "I'm afraid it's not much, but the bed should be comfortable," she said, eyeing the simple full-sized bed, beaura, and nightstand that made up the room.
"It's fine, Noin, really," he told her, giving her a brief hug before laying his bag on the bed. He unzipped it, reaching in for his toiletry bag when he noticed her still standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry," he said, turning back to her. "Was there something you wanted, Noin?"
The older woman blushed clear to her roots. Clearing her throat she said, "Ah, actually, Quatre, yes, there is." She leaned back against the doorframe, hands behind her, not really looking *at* him but past him.
"What is it, Noin?" he asked, smiling friendly, putting his bag down to face her. "Is there something you need? Is it something I can help with? What?"
She took a deep breath, incredibly embarrassed for what she was about to suggest, but—ever since that night almost a year ago, she hadn't been able to get the thought of Quatre's lovemaking out of her mind. And she realized that was what it was. Making love. Quatre didn't just have sex. He made love.
And she wanted to feel that again.
She cleared her throat again and forced herself to look at him. "Ah, Quatre... remember last year when--" WhenyouandTrowamademindblowinglovetomeonthesofainyourstudy? Something told her that wasn't the way to phrase it.
"Noin...is this, about, what I think it is," he said carefully, studying her. When her coloring deepened he nodded, a grimace-smile playing across his lips. "Noin, neither Trowa nor myself have told anyone, and we don't plan to, so you can rest assured Zechs won't—-"
"You don't understand," she stopped him, biting her lip. "You said that all I ever had to do was tell you what I wanted... I'm… trying to tell you..." She bit her lip again, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Quatre frowned. "You want..." He frowned again. "What about Zechs?"
"I love Zechs," Noin admitted softly, looking down at the industrial carpeting. "Nothing with ever change that..."
"But you want me to have an affair with you," Quatre clarified, somewhat amused.
"It was a stupid idea. Forget I even mentioned anything," she said suddenly, turning away from him. He reacted with quick reflexes, reaching out and grabbing her back into the room... and into his arms. His lips fell over hers; hers parted for him and his tongue eagerly entered her mouth. She moaned, melting against him...
"Noin, I-—" The pale blond man stopped in the doorway, whatever words he'd been about to say forgotten as the sight before him registered. He felt a moment of intense rage before the icy air of indifference settled over him. "Perhaps I should leave you two alone."
Noin gasped, pulling away from Quatre to turn around and face Zechs, but Quatre pulled her back against him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Noin gasped again, surprised by Quatre's actions. "You could," Quatre said. "Or you could stay..." He bent and licked Noin's throat, purring.
"Tell me," he began again, his eyes darting up to capture Zechs's. Marine blue held to icy blue. He lifted a hand and began to fondle Noin's breast through her simple blouse. "Have you ever fantasized..."
Noin whimpered as Quatre's pilot-strengthened hand griped her breast and began kneading. Somehow, she had the feeling that if his arm wasn't wrapped so tightly around her waist, she would have melted to the floor by now. Her eyes drifted shut of their own accord, her head falling back onto Quatre's shoulder as his tongue laved her throat again, pulling a moan from her.
"No."
Quatre smiled. "Liar." His arm slipped from Noin's waist, his hand reaching to cover Noin's pubic area, pulling her back against him, exerting pressure on her most sensitive area while digging his erection into her backside. In his arms, Noin moaned loudly. Quatre's eyes never left Zechs's face, daring the man to deny how aroused he'd become.
They continued to stare at each other...and then Quatre began walking backwards, taking Noin with him until he reached the simple bed. Sitting down, he loosened Noin's pants, slipping his hand inside before pulling her down onto his lap. He forced her to straddle his legs and then spread his legs, forcing her legs farther apart, leaving a large bulge in her tight pants where his hand played with her.
Noin cried out, arching into that deliciously torturing hand as it caressed her clit repetitively. Lips returned to her throat, spreading their liquid fire. It wasn't long before she was crying out as she climaxed on Quatre's hand. Her body quivered with aftershocks. Quatre removed his hand from her pants and brought the glistening fingers to his lips, watching Zechs as he began to suck on the cum-coated digits. He moaned.
"Zechs..." Noin whimpered, pulling the blond man's attention away from the other blond. Indigo eyes blinked open lazily, fastening onto the man in the doorway. She held out a hand to him, but he didn't move to take it. "I want us..." she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips, "and Quatre..." She had to stop, mainly because the blond young man had begun to lick behind her ear. "Zechs..." she moaned, melting farther into Quatre.
"What say you, Marquise?" Quatre purred. "You up for a threesome?"
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He stared at them—what a picture they made, straight from a sex magazine. He fought to maintain the cold disdain he'd felt moments before, but it wasn't cooperating. The fact that his fiancée—the woman he was supposed to marry and spend the rest of his life with—was sitting there, willingly being fondled by another man, should infuriate him...
It was crude. It was vulgar. It was disgustingly trashy.
And he was aroused as all hell.
"Unless, of course," Quatre continued, nuzzling Noin's neck while unbuttoning her blouse. One hand sneaked beneath the cool material and clamped over a lace-clad breast. "Pleasuring two people at once is too much for you..."
It was a challenge. A taunt. A gauntlet thrown.
Zechs's ice blue eyes narrowed. How dare he...
He crossed the room purposefully, until he was standing before the two passion-slick people on the bed. Two large hands reached out, wrapped around Noin's shoulders, slid down to her arms... and then YANKED, wrenching her way from Quatre. "Mine," the tall blond man growled.
Quatre's fingers played with her nipple, teasing the nubile into puckering. Her body, still recovering from her orgasm, began to hum again, that delicious ache building between her legs… And then she felt Zechs's warm hands on her and her body sang. The sudden jerk that stumbled her to her feet also stumbled her into a bit of consciousness.
"Zechs? What are you—-"
Her words fell silent when his mouth came down over hers, plundering, ruthless. She moaned, melting against his large, warm, loved body, her arms reaching around his neck to help hold her to him. Those wonderful hands of his slid from her arms and shoulders, excreting pleasurable pressure along her back as they traveled down her spine before cupping her ass and squeezing. His mouth, all the while, raping hers.
Quatre leaned back into the bed, wiggling free from his pants before losing his shirt. Naked and smiling, he propped himself up to watch the two, his own hand straying to his penis. He palmed himself, rubbed himself, gently squeezed, coaxing his already hard flesh to grow harder. His other hand played with his balls as he imagined Zechs naked, Zechs fucking Noin, Zechs fucking him...
He groaned, his head lolling back against the headboard, but his eyes never straying from the sight the two lovers made.
The groan was enough to remind Zechs that they weren't alone in the room and he tore his mouth away from Noin's, determined not to relent when the beautiful woman whimpered in protest. He wouldn't look at her; instead, he looked at the boy on the bed pleasuring himself as he watched them.
The boy was beautiful he realized—-not for the first time. Beautiful and naked and stretched out on a bed and inviting him to join in on a three-some...
Zechs growled, pushing Noin back. Startled, she fell back onto the bed, landing next to Quatre's spread legs, staring up at Zechs questioningly.
"Suck him." Noin frowned, confused at what her fiancée was 'asking' her to do. "He got you off," Zechs continued. "Now it's time you returned the favor." And then he leaned over her on the bed, his lips brushing her cheek before pausing at her ear. "I want to see you suck him," he whispered lowly, his hand traipsing up her body, brushing all of her sensitive spots.
She moaned when he pulled away and then rolled over, rolling onto her hands and knees between Quatre's spread legs. She looked into his beautiful marine blue eyes, silently asking him if he was willing. The leering grin he sent her would have been enough of an answer, but still he leaned forward, one hand weaving into those glossy blue-black bangs, wrenching her head forward and he kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth until she was a mindless haze.
Zechs crawled onto the bed, naked, having undressed while Quatre distracted her with his tongue. He crawled behind Noin, his hips thrusting against her tight ass before pulling her away from Quatre, pulling her back against his bare chest. His arms wrapped up around her from under her arms, his hands cupping a full breast each as her blouse gapped open-—Quatre's doing or his? He couldn't remember.
Noin pulled away from Quatre's delicious mouth reluctantly and then more willingly when Zechs's wonderful hands cupped her breasts. She arched, filling his hands with her breasts, her head fell back onto his shoulder. His hands left her breasts, making her moan in protest, sliding up to her shoulders and then pulling away, taking her blouse with him.
"Suck him," Zechs repeated, pulling the blouse off completely.
She fell forward, her lips falling around Quatre's erection without preamble or warning. The blond young man yelped—surprised—and then moaned, his head falling back as Noin's mouth worked his penis with more skill than a majority of his previous lovers had ever possessed. Her tongue ran along the under-length, licking from base to tip; her lips suctioned his head, her tongue playing in his slit before her head dipped, swallowing his entire length in the molten lava of her mouth.
Zechs watched, becoming more and more turned on as Noin made the blond boy writhe under her wonderful oral skills. Remember the fell of that mouth on his own penis was enough to make him close his eyes and moan. He rubbed his penis against her ass again, increasing his pleasure. And then his hands hooked along Noin's waist and wrenched the fabric from her hips. He wanted to feel her, not her clothes.
Her smooth white ass called to him and he pressed against it again, rubbing his penis along the perfect cleft. Noin's hips shifted, arching back invitingly. Zechs wanted nothing more than to take her up on that invitation, but he found that her pants still were in his way, preventing him the access he wanted. Growling, he tore the pants from her, first one leg and then the other, leaving her naked except for her bra.
He was delicious. She knew he would be. He was too perfect not to be. She worked his beautiful cock, delighting in the tiny, pleasurable cries she managed to wring from him. Even more exciting was Zechs moving against her, his hard cock pressing into her ass, his hard chest pressing into her back as he leaned over her, his bruising lips sucking on her shoulder blades, his dangerous fingers slipping between her legs and fingering her. She thought she was going to die from pleasure.
God, she was gorgeous, her dark head bobbing up and down over the boy's penis, her tight little ass sticking up in the air behind her, her smooth back stretched out before him... a waiting feast... waiting for him… And he took, nibbling on her glistening flesh, rubbing his penis back and forth over that beautiful little ass of hers, his hands slipping between her perfect little thighs to loose themselves in her slick pussy...
He wanted to be inside her, for his penis to feel Noin's tight walls squeezing him like she was squeezing his fingers as they worked in and out of her. To fuck her as she sucked Quatre. He looked up, wanting to see the blond's reactions to his talented fiancée. Quatre was writhing, his hips thrusting into Noin's mouth.
As if sensing his gaze, marine blue eyes creased up and looked directly back at him. The things those eyes did to him would scare most men, so intense, so thorough. Zechs felt his penis reacted instantly, pushing harder against Noin's ass, and he knew he wasn't going to wait any longer; he couldn't. He guided his tip to her moist opening, moving his fingers up to rub against the tiny nubile as he thrust forward.
Her walls moved around him, closing in around him, sucking him deeper into her body. He almost cried out—it felt so damn good—but clenched his teeth tighter, forcing the cry back. The blond boy smiled knowingly, his hands trailing to his own chest, playing with his dusky nipples; one hand fell lower, falling into Noin's dark hair. Blue eyes never left blue eyes.
Quatre broke away first, his head falling back as he began to moan loudly, thrusting faster, harder into Noin's mouth. Zechs growled and began thrusting into Noin's willing body, faster, harder, meeting Quatre's pace, passing, exploding.
She would have been screaming had her mouth not been full of cock. The two bodies moving against her provided too many stimuli. The hand in her hair, pulling her closer to that gorgeous cock; the hand on her back, pushing her closer; the hand working her clit, the cock fucking her... She lost count of how many pinnacles she'd reached—only to be thrust farther. She almost wished—*almost*—that they would cum already so she could recover... before starting over again, of course.
She was about to tell them she couldn't take any more when she felt Quatre stiffen beneath her palms. Behind her, above her, Zechs gave a shout, his hips thrusting so hard into hers, she was sure she'd be bruised in the morning. Warm liquid squirted into her mouth, coating the back of her throat; she swallowed, catching it all. She could feel Zechs's cock jerking inside her and she moaned. Pulling back, she looked up Quatre's body to see the blond with an arm thrown over his face, panting. Zechs swayed behind her and she knew from experience he was about to collapsed—she had just enough time to prepare herself before the heavy man fell on her, crushing her into Quatre...
They laid there like that for several minutes, until Noin started to squirm. "Um... guys?" she croaked through dry lips. "I need to go to the bathroom..." Two groans rose up around her, but their bodies moved, shifted, letting up and freeing her. She shivered at the sudden lack of heat but crawled out, bee-lining it to the bathroom.
Zechs shifted into the warm spot after Noin left, staring at Quatre, and not bothering to hide the fact.
"What?" the blond young man returned. "Did the sweet, innocent, little Winner heir disabuse you of some misconceptions?"
Zechs smiled at that—he couldn't help it. He even laughed. "No, actually... I was wondering what Trowa would say if he found out about what just happened."
Quatre stretched out languidly under the ice blue gaze. "Mmm... Trowa won't say anything," he answered lazily, watching Zechs from hooded eyes. "He'll just be smug all week while Duo's complains."
Two eyebrows shot up. "Duo?" Quatre just nodded, murmuring an affirmative. "Why Duo?" Zechs couldn't help himself from asking.
Quatre yawned, wiggling deeper into the blankets. "Oh, he bet Trowa on whether or not I'd make it back without...and now he has to be Trowa's slave for a week."
"Trowa betted *against* you?" Zechs asked in disbelief.
One marine blue eye creased open as a smirk played over those suddenly enchanting lips. Quatre shifted in the bed, this time pressing up against Zechs, his legs caresses his. "It's really quite terrible," he whispered lowly, those lips inching closer to Zechs's face. "He knows me too well..."
And Quatre proceeded to show Zechs just how well Trowa knew him... which is why Noin found them 'at it' again when she returned.
"What? Couldn't wait for me?" she quipped
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