M�nage � Trowa

Ménage à Trowa - a Gundam Wing fanfiction by Raletha


Ménage à Trowa
Chapter 2

by Raletha

As I led Duo into the bedroom, the sight of my partner immediately arrested my progress. Quatre sprawled gracefully upon the wide bed, caressed by the light of a dozen candles, and swathed in the gentle strains of Vivaldi. Reclined upon shimmering pewter bed linens, he wore a short crimson robe in some high tech fabric that flowed over his body like water and obscured little of the contours beneath. The colour brought out all the colours of Quatre: the thousand shades of gold in his hair, the creamy colours of his complexion -- waxing darker across his cheeks -- the myriad colours of the ocean in his eyes, and the soft raspberry tint of his lips. Our eyes met as he stretched with a languid arching of his back and a lazy shifting of long limbs. A slow smile curved his lips.

The scant barrier of the robe fell away, baring his smoothly muscled torso and revealing the fully erect length of his cock. Glancing away as if oblivious to the spectacle he had presented, he reached for his goblet of wine. The candlelight struck the rich burgundy liquid, illuminating it to gem-like brilliance as he brought the glass to his lips and took a slow draught. His eyes flicked back to mine before darting past me to Duo.

Enchanted though I was by Quatre, I remained acutely aware of Duo, standing by my side, as I heard him swear softly under his breath.

In fact, I realised Duo's presence was enhancing my own response to Quatre, for I found myself viewing my longtime lover with fresh eyes -- as if for the first time -- as I imagined Duo must be.

Seven years had been kind to Quatre. He'd attained a height only a few inches shy of my own and had retained his fine-b and and slender physique. Baby fat had melted away revealing the harder muscles and more angular facial features of manhood. His eyes had remained large and expressive, but the wide-eyed optimism and naiveté of youth had been replaced by the greater sophistication of experience.

That experience contributed to the knowledge I saw in his eyes now: knowledge which caused my heart to beat faster in anticipation, for it promised such pleasure.

I took a step toward the bed but ped ped when Quatre gave his head a solitary shake and then nodded in the direction of Duo. He wanted to watch us? I let my eyes linger on Quatre while turning my body toward Duo. Quatre, still cradling the goblet of wine in one hand, with the other, he absently trailed his fingertips across his chest, over his stomach to one leg. As I watched, he parted his legs, and his fingers descended to trace lazy patterns over the soft skin of his inner thigh. I knew the scent and texture of that skin so intimately... I caught my breath and maneuvered my attention more f to to Duo, but with Quatre indelible in my peripheral vision and his desire a growing presence in my mind.

Duo's smile had dwindled in the wake of the anticipation I saw on his face. I met his eyes, searching them for any indication of how he would best like me to proceed. I'd only been with Quatre, and thus I had little idea how my new lover would like to be kissed or touched -- would he prefer me to be gentle or rough? To go fast or slow? Or perhaps he'd be willing to accept whatever I gave him that night.

I decided to start the way I'd imagined starting with Duo. In my occasional guilty fantasy, I would reach for him with one hand, sliding the fingers of that hand across his scalp, weaving them into the top of his braid to massage the base of his skull, right at that spot where, if you press it just so, it causes a sensation of deep relaxation. Then, I'd smile, lean forward, close my eyes, and kiss him.

All these things I did, except my eyes remained open, and Duo responded very much like my fantasy by parting his lips against mine and moving into my embrace until we were pressed together along thigh and torso. We had all night; I didn't want to rush, and so far Duo seemed content with the slow explorations of my tongue in his mouth.

Although I kissed Duo, one hand buried in his hair, the other beginning to wander from his hand, it was Quatre who dominated my attention. Quatre who knew my weakness for watching him, who knew I couldn't resist watching him watch me, and whose lust was a heavy pressure within me, inflaming my own. He called to me -- as he always had. It didn't matter how long Quatre and I were together, he called to me. Sometimes it was but a whisper at the edge of my consciousness, touching my mind like the wing of a butterfly. Other times it was a Siren's song, irresistible and commanding, seizing me, helpless and willing.

I twisted so that Duo's back was to Quatre and I could see my blond partner while continuing the dance of my lips with Duo's. Easing back a little, with my free hand I reached to fumble at Duo's waistband, jerking the stretchy cotton of his shirt free from his pants and then tugging at his belt. He stiffened with a muffled grunt of surprise as I worked buckle, button, and zipper deftly and slid my hand within his open fly.

At this, Quatre let out a soft sigh of pleasure, set his glass aside, and closed his eyes. Now both hands moved down his body, meandering across his abdomen and over his thighs -- but carefully avoiding any more intimate contact. My fingers quested for bare skin, encouraged by Duo pressing his hips forward against my hand.

I broke the kiss so I could see Duo's face. His lips were parted and his eyes unfocused beneath heavy eyelids, but he managed to return my small smile -- until I wormed my fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear and wrapped them around his cock. It pulsed in my grip, and Duo trembled. With a gasp, his head fell forward to my shoulder. Panting, he managed to nudge aside the collar of my shirt to bring his lips to my throat -- to that same place he'd watched Quatre kiss me earlier. I shivered under his mouth and squeezed my prize before applying slow firm strokes with my hand.

My eyes slid shut as I lost myself in the feel of hot hard flesh in my hand and soft, warm lips at my throat. But all the while, I could not ignore Quatre's will. I felt his arousal augmented by both mine and Duo's. He was feeding off of it, I knew.

I heard vague sounds of movement -- the slide of skin against satin. I nearly jumped when Quatre's voice came from just behind my ear, accompanying the warmth of his body behind me, standing close but not touching.

"Don't turn around," his words caressed the back of my neck. Duo pulled away from my throat just as Quatre's hand closed around the wrist of my hand that was in Duo's pants. "Just relax and let us..." he trailed off and I could hear the seductive smile in his voice. I opened my eyes to see Duo return it over my shoulder.

Duo reached for the buttons of my shirt while I let my arms drop to my sides. Quatre's hands reached around my waist to my belt and he fell to his knees behind me. My pants and underwear soon ended up around my ankles while Duo parted the front of my shirt. I watched his eyes traveling over my body as it was revealed to him for the first time. Judging by his expression, he liked what he saw. Quatre tugged at my shoes and socks, prompting me to lift my legs one at a time so he could remove them and my other garments.

Warm, Quatre's hands lifted my shirt tails and massaged my buttocks just as Duo laid his hands upon my chest, trailing his fingertips over the swell of my pectoral muscles before closing forefingers and thumbs over my nipples and pinching lightly. He watched me with a quizzical look, repeating the action. My breath caught at the sharp sensation. I smiled my encouragement, arching into his touch.

But my answering smile wavered, and I couldn't keep the moan from escaping my lips when Quatre pressed forward. Without teasing preamble, his mouth was on me. His tongue pierced me, hot and slick as he fed on my body with the same fervid enthusiasm with which he fed off my arousal. Each thrust of his tongue sent a dizzying tremor through me: I could feel it throbbing in my cock, pooling in my testicles, and reverberating through my mind. I barely managed to keep my eyes open to continue meeting Duo's gaze.

Duo remained fully dressed, albeit disheveled. I, standing there in just my open shirt with Quatre doing such intimate things to me, felt incredibly -- deliciously -- exposed to my friend. I shuddered when Duo gave my nipples another tweak before he dropped one hand to my hip and reached with the other to sweep my bangs from my forehead. I whimpered into his mouth when he kissed me hard and dragged his fingertips across my belly. They crept back and forth across the muscles of my abdomen and then descended to wrap about my cock. His hand teased me with light touches while he assaulted my mouth. I closed my eyes, swaying into his embrace, delirious at the simultaneous sensations of Quatre's tongue pushing into my anus and Duo's tongue moving in my mouth. Intermittently they shared the same rhythm, weaving a strange web of pleasure through my body. Each flick of a tongue, each pressure of a fingertip, unspooled its own discrete tendril through me, tangling with the others into an ever-growing knot of tension deep in my belly.

Duo's lips retreated from mine to meander down my neck, over my collarbone to my chest. Wet warmth and suction closed over a nipple interspersed with the glancing contact of Duo's teeth, gently nipping and tugging. Quatre's fingers dug into the flesh of my buttocks and hips, holding me firmly and preventing me from pushing forward into Duo's hand.

But it didn't last much longer. Quatre had other plans, for I soon felt him draw away. His hands drifted up my back as he stood, whispering soothing syllables and imploring my patience. As if cued by Quatre, Duo released me and stepped back. I cracked my eyelids open and met his eyes, hungry and dark. Gradually, my breathing slowed and I reestablished some equilibrium.

Sensing this, Quatre spoke from behind me. "My turn," he murmured and moved away.

I turned to see him crawl back onto the bed before arranging himself much as he'd been before: reclined against the pillows with his knees bent, feet flat on the bed, and legs apart. One hand circled the base of his erection, offering me the rigid length. "Trowa?" he asked. It was enough.

I shed my shirt, and now completely naked, I went to him, a solitary goal in mind. I admired the tight pouch of his testicles, drawn up taut against his body, and the blushing spear of flesh he held, eager and weeping for my attention. On all fours I approached, lowering myself to my elbows and dipping my head down between his legs. Quatre moved his hand to my hair, holding it out of my face I nuzzled my nose, lips, and cheeks against his shaft, relishing the softness of the skin -- softer than silk, softer than velvet -- over the steel-hard length. I moved my face lower to his testicles and extended my tongue to lavish them with thorough, wet attention, before carefully -- the way I knew Quatre best enjoyed -- taking them into my mouth and cradling them gingerly with my tongue.

The hand in my hair clenched against my scalp and I heard Quatre groan deep in his throat and tense beneath me. As much as Quatre liked this attention, I knew he couldn't tolerate it for long; I opened my mouth to release him and proceeded to lap a slick trail to the head of his cock. I teased with just the tip of my tongue, fastidiously collecting all the slick salt that had accumulated before lowering my head and taking his length into my mouth.

I heard Quatre gasp, catch his breath, and his breathing even out. He spoke again, but with some difficulty, "Duo?" he said -- and that was all he said before Duo's hands materialised into my consciousness, caressing my buttocks and thighs with a light touch all the more erotic for its hesitancy. I glanced up my partner's body to see Quatre reaching for the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. I sucked harder and was rewarded by seeing him fumble for a moment as his eyelids fluttered closed and a small sound of approval escaped his lips. But he recovered quickly and his hand reached its goal. He snagged the small tube and gave me a triumphant grin, to which I responded by lashing my tongue faster against his flesh.

Quatre gritted his teeth and the hand on my head spasmed into a fist, pulling my hair painfully before relaxing and soothing the afflicted area. He looked past me to Duo before tossing the item in his hand to him. Duo's hands left my body to catch it.

As I arched my back and moved my thighs further apart to invite Duo's attention, I redoubled my efforts pleasuring Quatre, alternating between sucking and licking as I bobbed my head up and down his length. One hand I brought closer to caress his testicles before sliding it just behind them. I curled my index finger and pressed firmly with my knuckle, rubbing in a rhythm to match my mouth. Quatre grunted my name between clenched teeth, his entire body quivering with need.

Cool and wet, Duo's fingers glided between my buttocks, smearing a generous amount of lubricant around and over my anus. Although I had relaxed enough from Quatre's earlier attention, I was eager for Duo's touch. Thus it was a struggle not to falter when Duo pressed into me slowly with a solitary finger. I wanted to tell him he needn't be so gentle or careful with me, but at the same time, I relished the tentative curiosity of his touch. It was something I hadn't experienced for a long time.

The warmth of Duo's body intensified when he leaned over my back, stringing soft kisses along my spine and gradually working up the confidence to move his finger within me with more vigor, "Does that feel okay?" he asked me.

The friction was delicious, but I could only reply with a muffled moan around Quatre's cock since the hand at my head firmly denied me raising my head.

"You're... doing... fine," Quatre said to him between laboured breaths.

The hungry tension in my own cock continued to mount as the muscles in my neck began to protest my awkward posture. Duo eased a second finger inside me, and Quatre's groans metamorphosed to rapid gasps.

I sped the rhythm of my mouth along Quatre's length, moving my hand to the base of his shaft to stroke in time, and was pleased when Quatre lifted his pelvis off the bed, pushing into my mouth and hand with enthusiasm. Duo increased the motion of his fingers inside me, changing the angle he stroked me until an electric thrill shot up my spine and sparked through my limbs. My attentions to Quatre faltered; I merely held him in my mouth, suckling weakly while all my conscious energy poured into the new sensation coursing through me. Goose bumps scattered over my skin, and I shuddered at the deep, dense pleasure.

"Duo, stop," Quatre panted, and the delirious pressure inside me retreated. Breathing heavily through my nose, I rallied to continue fellating my partner but was also halted. "Aah, stop," came his voice again, barely above a whisper this time. "Wait, mmm, not yet." Quatre's hand in my hair tugged me away from my task.

I lifted my head, releasing him from between my lips. Panting, I raised my eyes to meet his. His smile was shaky. I felt his adoration, saw his arousal.

After he'd caught his own breath, Quatre spoke to me again, "Up, on your knees." Despite the abrupt words, his voice was tender, but still suffused with an authority over my body that only Quatre possessed. I brought my legs under me and shifted up to stand on my knees, waiting.

"Face Duo," was his next request.

I turned obediently, and found my gaze seized by Duo's, the intense colour of his irises nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils. His attention crawled over my body, showing that he was as eager as I for what would happen next. It was strange to be with Duo like this since I had no sense of him the way I did with Quatre. It was even more peculiar to know that Quatre was feeling both of us. A rational corner of my mind took note to ask Quatre later if he'd sensed us differently.

"Spread your legs," Quatre purred behind me, drawing my attention back to him. I did so, and heard him move behind me, the sound of the nightstand drawer open and close. A thrill of anticipation shot through me as I wondered what he'd retrieved from that drawer. I studied Duo's face as his eyes tracked Quatre's movements. He raised an eyebrow just as Quatre reached to take one of my wrists in each hand and pulled my arms behind me. Gentle hands bound them carefully and securely with soft cotton rope. I recognised the rope by its texture, having used it on Quatre just the week previous.

My cock jumped in anticipation, and a tremor ran through my thighs when Quatre deemed my binding satisfactory and positioned himself behind and under me. I tugged at my wrists experimentally. There was little give.

"Too tight?" Quatre asked.

I shook my head no. Duo's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips and his eyes riveted unabashedly on my erection. My breathing quickened as I realised how much I'd be at the mercy of my two lovers.

"Okay," Quatre said, wrapping one arm around me and splaying his hand against my belly to guide me back and down while he pressed up. Silent, I relaxed and slowed my breathing as he breached me. My body yielded to him, embracing the full length and thickness of his cock with grateful ease. Quatre's hand on my stomach massaged the muscles there before sliding up to my chest and pulling me against him. He'd leaned back somewhat so I ended up with my spine uncomfortably arched and my bound wrists caught between us. My thighs burned from the effort to keep my balance, and I was all too aware of my cock bobbing and twitching before me, displayed unselfconsciously by my posture, and exquisitely bereft of stimulation.

I knew I wouldn't last long, my restraint having been thoroughly taxed. But I forced myself to stay as relaxed as I could to prolong what pleasure remained. Quatre didn't move immediately; I sensed him trembling behind me while grappling for his own control. Duo, realising that we had gone beyond the teasing of foreplay, lowered himself to his hands and knees, his face hovering mere inches from my erection. His breath fanned hot across my tormented flesh before he bent near to take me between his lips and slowly engulfed me in warm, liquid bliss. His technique was unpraed, ed, but I didn't care. Combined with the heavy pressure of Quatre's cock buried in my belly, it was heaven. I hissed my approval, arching my back against Quatre and lifting my hips a fraction. My arms jerked against their bonds.

Quatre began with sharp shallow strokes to match Duo's pace. My head fell back against Quatre's shoulder as I succumbed to the intoxicating friction of him moving within me. His breath puffed hot and humid against my neck and ear. He whispered to me, telling me how incredible I felt; his fingertips dug into the muscles of my chest, holding me firmly against him. His cock drove into me again and again, each movement pushing my hips forward and up, shoving me deeper into the delicious warmth of Duo's mouth. I could feel the flutter of his tongue around the head of my cock, the pull of his lips along my entire length.

But it wasn't enough. Soon I was pleading for them to take me faster, harder. My reward was Quatre quickening his thrusts to a brutal pace and Duo adding a hand to the frenzied play of his mouth, pumping my shaft while sucking hard. I groaned; my shoulders tensed. I wanted to run my fingers through Duo's hair in appreciation, but all I could do was feel.

More, I still yearned for more. The urge for completion ravaged what remained of my coherency until even my own ragged gasps, drying my throat, and the ache in my shoulders and thighs faded. All that remained was pleasure and the hunger for more.

The triumvirate of friction, suction, and pressure that rocked my body blurred into a singular torrent of ecstasy; it swept through me, vanquishing every other sense. Dimly I heard my own cries as I climaxed for what seemed an eternity contained in that single instant. Muscles surged as I ejaculated into the heat of Duo's mouth. My bowels clamped down on Quatre's cock, and he whimpered and gasped my name as he followed me.

Duo lifted his head from my lap, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb and panting. He met my half-lidded eyes and grinned. With a grunt, I lifted myself up and Quatre eased himself from my body. It required too much effort to stay upright so I allowed myself to fall onto my side and stretched out as well I could.

Quatre kissed my shoulder and reached down to untie my hands. "I'll be right back," he said. The mattress bowed as he shifted and stood. Soon after, I heard the bathroom door open and close. Duo crawled up to lie on his side facing me while I stretched the kinks from my arms and rubbed circulation back into my hands.

I took the opportunity to admire his lithe form. His muscle definition suggested he spent time regularly at a gym. Harder than Quatre's, his body was more evenly proportioned in comparison; Quatre possessed greater breadth across his shoulders and chest from years of swimming. My eyes traveled lower to the evidence of Duo's as yet unsatisfied desire. After allowing my attention to loiter on his erection in appreciation, admiring the way it curved gently toward his belly, I looked back up to his face and frowned, failing to recall either hearing or seeing him disrobe. "When did you get naked?" I asked him.

He laughed and leaned closer to answer, "While you were sucking off your boyfriend."

"Ah." I fell onto my back and glanced toward the bathroom door.

"Are you blushing?" Duo asked me, incredulous.

"Blushing?" I didn't think I blushed often -- if at all. "Am I?"

"Yeah, you are," he answered, his expression growing more serious. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I - I'm fine. This is just suddenly..." I trailed off with a shrug.

"Weird?"

"Yeah, weird."

"I know what you mean. Well, " he sighed. "No, I don't know what you mean. It must be even weirder for you and Quatre having me here with you guys... like this."

He appeared to need some kind of reassurance, but I wasn't exactly sure what. I shifted one hand to brush the back of my hand along his arm. "I'm glad you're here, Duo. With us, like this."

He smiled, his relief evident. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his to reinforce the sentiment. As my lips lingered, I brought my fingers to his cheek, and he hummed in encouragement. Already I felt the beginnings of my desire reawakening, but I withdrew from the kiss, and moved my hand to rest on his forearm.

"Damn," he feigned complaint as I retreated, "when is it my turn?"

"When Quatre gets back," I promised. Even though I wanted to wait, I could still savour the quiet intimacy lying here with Duo. I studied his face, cataloguing the changes wrought there since we were all so much younger. Physically, he had changed less than Quatre or I had, but his eyes were different, more honest somehow, as if he'd finally learned he didn't need to put on a smile for everyone. But then, if my memory served me correctly, in the times I'd been alone with Duo he'd never forced a smile -- not really. I slid the hand on Duo's arm to the braid draped over his shoulder. I looked into his eyes as I pulled his hair toward me, idly tracing the plaits with my fingers and remembering.

My mind wandered back to the first real conversation I'd had with Duo. It was before Heero and Wufei had joined us and it had been only Quatre, Noin, Duo, and I fighting the good fight. I'd sequestered myself in Peacemillion's hangar, having needed some time alone to think. Duo had found me, and what had started as awkward attempts at small talk turned into hours of conversation. One thing he'd said to me then had stuck with me: "I can see why Quatre's so crazy about you," he'd said. "You don't expect people to be anything special for you. That's cool."

"Trowa?" Duo's voice brought me back to the present.

"Yeah?"

"You have a really..." he glanced away for a moment looking mildly embarrassed. "A really pretty smile," he finished.


tbc.