M�nage � Trowa

Ménage à Trowa - a Gundam Wing fanfiction by Raletha


Ménage à Trowa
Chapter 3

by Raletha

"I admire your restraint in not starting without me," said Quatre exiting the bath. H. He doffed his short robe, tossing it to land in a crimson puddle on his reading chair. His eyes fell on Duo lying next to me. "Trowa, you're such an insensitive host," Quatre admonished with mock condescension. He gestured at our friend, "Look how unsatisfied poor Duo remains!"

I grunted when Duo poked me in the arm and chuckled. "I think we wore him out, Q."

"Hardly," Quatre said with a wry twist of his lips, and settled on the bed beside me. "It takes more than that to exhaust him." In demonstration of this, Quatre lowered his head to my chest, flicking the tip of his tongue across my ribs and marching his fingertips down my belly to tickle my semi-erect shaft.

Obligingly my flesh leapt under his touch. I sucked in a sharp breath before addressing Quatre, "Now who's being a terrible host and neglecting our guest?"

"Hmm." Quatre lifted his head to meet Duo's eyes across my torso. "You're right, of course," he said, crawling over me, Duo his goal. "My apologies, Duo."

"Hey, no pro- mmm!" Duo's reply was cut off when Quatre covered his mouth with his own. I shifted away, giving them a little space -- bemused and aroused by the sight of Quatre, straddling Duo and gripping his shoulders to press him into the mattress -- all the while kissing him deeply.

He lifted his head, breathless, and spoke softly, "You taste like Trowa." But he didn't give Duo a chance to respond coherently. Whatever reply Duo had planned to make was lost in another kiss. I watched the play of Quatre's lips and tongue at Duo's mouth, knowing just how it felt when he drew Duo's bottom lip into his mouth, or traced the outline of Duo's lips with just the tip of his tongue before delving deeper and sucking the breath from his lungs.

In fascination, I savoured the gradual reawakening of my own passions with nothing but the sight of Quatre and Duo rousing them. Quatre worked his way from Duo's mouth to his chin, tracing a path from his jawline to his earlobe. Duo shivered swo swore, jerking away from Quatre's mouth.

"Hmm, ticklish?" Quatre smirked, and Duo gave him a nervous look. "I wonder," Quatre said, scooting down Duo's body, " where else you're ticklish."

I laughed at the pleading in Duo's eyes as he glanced at me for some solace. The gold of Quatre's hair shimmered, spreading across the darker skin of Duo's torso as Quatre lowered his head. The pink of Quatre's tongue, flicking out to tease a tawny nipple to a stiff peak, enhanced the contrast of colours, as did the glint of turquoise when Quatre met my eyes in a sidelong glance.

His expression was unreadable, but the passion roiling through him was palpable. He closed his eyes and hummed, licking idle patterns on Duo's skin moving lower and lower while the other man quivered under the treatment. When he reached Duo's navel, I saw Duo tense, his stomach muscles twitch, and his jaw clench -- but he endured, at least until Quatre seized the end of his braid in one hand and, using the loose end, brushed it along Duo's ribs and waist.

Duo's eyes flew open, "God damn it!" he cried, twisting his torso away from the source of his torment. Quatre seized the opportunity to pin Duo's hips to the bed with both hands -- one still holding the end of Duo's braid -- and, with a single smooth duck of his head, swallowed Duo's erection. "Christ... ooooh..." Duo managed, his hands forming white knuckled fists in the bedding.

I rolled to my stomach and crept near, my eyes fixed on the movements of Quatre's mouth and throat, working with gusto along the length of Duo's cock. Duo moaned, lost in sensation with his head flung back, his eyes pinched shut, and his mouth slack. A light sheen of sweat had broken out across his naked flesh, causing it to glow bronze in the guttering candlelight. Soft grunts and hums of satisfaction accompanied the slick, wet sounds of Quatre's oral practice, and my partner's eyes, heavily lidded and glassy, focused on nothing. My vision devoured the site of Duo's stiff cock, shiny with saliva repeatedly disappearing into and reappearing out from the seductive haven of my lover's mouth, and admired the sinuous arc of Quatre's spine and he repeatedly dipped and raised his head.

Sympathetic pleasure pulsed in my groin, and I hungered to share in Quatre's delight. Taking his near hand in my own, I pulled it away from Duo's hip and replaced it with my mouth. Softly I kissed the angle of Duo's hipbone, inhaling the scent of his skin, savouring the tang of his sweat on my tongue, and relishing the heat of his body. Tiny licks interspersed with ticklish kisses marked my path inwards. Quatre shifted to make room for me, lifting his mouth up to the head of Duo's cock while I pressed my mouth against the base of its shaft.

The resulting cry of surprised pleasure spurred me on. I slid my tongue perpendicular to his erection, lapping at and suckling on the hard column. With one arm, I eased my hand under Duo's nearest thigh and tugged his legs apart. Quatre drew his thumb across my cheek and then reached between Duo's legs, his fingertips descending to dance over our friend's testicles. A hand -- Duo's -- gripped my shoulder, squeezing hard in approval. I worked my way up Duo's length until I could tease the corner of Quatre's mouth with my tongue. Tense about Duo's cock, his lips quivered as I traced what I could reach of twithwith my tongue tip. It was awkward and my neck was getting stiff, but I persisted. The mere thought of Quatre and I going down on Duo simultaneously made me dizzy. To be doing it? I closed my eyes, tightened my grip on Duo's thigh, and shifted my weight onto my elbows so I could run my fingertips lightly across Duo's ribs. I wrapped my lips as far as I could around the column of flesh before me, shaking my head to jerk my mouth up and down, back and forth.

A litany of pleas to higher powers fell from Duo's lips as Quatre and I continued in our combined attention. Quatre turned his face sideways, lowering his mouth to opposite mine. Around Duo's cock our lips and tongues danced, striving for a kiss but not quite managing it. I released my grip on Duo's thigh to run my fingertips over the back of Quatre's hand, which continued to knead Duo's sac. He spread his fingers beneath mine allowing me to twine my fingers with his.

For an instant, I experienced a wholly different intensity of intimacy with Quatre, and I knew he felt it too, for not only did I sense its echo within him, but also he moved his head suddenly, breathlessly nudging against my face to free my mouth so he could kiss me properly. Our lips met: fevered, hot, and more than a little clumsy. Our eyes met when we broke apart, solemn and dark with desire. The next time Quatre and I made love, I knew it would be more intense than it had ever been.

"I'll get the lube," he said. I nodded, and he moved away.

Turning my full attention to Duo, I looked up his body to see him dazed with his eyes remaining closed, breathing heavily. He flinched when I gave his cock a parting swipe with my tongue and lowered my mouth to his stomach. Careful not to tickle, but rather to gently rouse and moderate the urgency of his desire, I bathed his flesh with my tongue. With wide slow sweeps across his skin, I mapped the definitions of muscle and bone, meandering my way up his torso. His skin, sultry and fragrant, filled my senses and burrowed into my own desire. When I reached his mouth his eyelids fluttered open and he cleared his throat before speaking hoarsely, "I hope that wasn't all you were planning."

"Oh no, no all all." Quatre stretched out on the other side of Duo, tossing the lube in my direction.

"The best is yet to come." I said, pulling away, and winked.

Duo groaned. "Man, at least that means I'm the best."

Quatre snorted in amusement and spoke to Duo. "Lie on your side," he said, "facing me."

Duo glanced between us, seeking accord. I smiled, and he rolled over presenting me with his back. I scooted closer, lifting his braid so I could nuzzle against the nape of his neck and trace his hairline with my lips. After releasing his hair to lie coiled above his head, I drew my hand down his back, rubbing along the side of his spine with my thumb to coax any lingering tension from his body. Quatre gave similar treatment to his front, massaging the muscles of Duo's chest and kissing him with slow, sensuous movements of his mouth. Intermittently my eyes met Quatre's and I was pleased by how effortlessly we coordinated our attentions to Duo.

Warm fingers closed over my hand, drawing it over Duo's body to his cock. I wrapped my fingers about hard flesh with Quatre, his hand over mine, guiding my strokes. Duo gasped his pleasure, squirming back against me until my erection was nestled between the yielding hemispheres of his buttocks. My breath exited my lungs in a slow shudder as I struggled to rein in the urge to simply push Duo onto his stomach and take him now with only cursory preparation.

Instead, I squeezed his cock and ground my own against his rear to tease and to preview -- to get him used to the idea of me so close to entering him. A new rush of heat pulsed in my groin: I was so close to being inside him... I refocused my ardor to his neck, inhaling his scent and sucking sofesh esh into my mouth while fine tendrils of hair, escaped from his braid, tickled my cheek. Quatre's fingers squeezed mine, urging my hand faster. The tension in Duo's body mounted, and even Quatre's deep kisses weren't enough to muffle his increasingly insistent sounds of pleasure. I drew back, admiring the small mark I'd left on Duo's neck -- a souvenir for tvenivening. "I'm going to fuck you, Duo," I whispered past his ear.

He replied with a strangled moan, and broke away from Quatre's mouth. "God, I hope so..."

In response to our words, Quatre slid his hand from mine to between Duo's thighs, prompting our new lover to lift his top leg and bend it at the knee, giving me better access. I took the cue and twisted to collect the lubricant. "This'll feel cold," I warned as I squeezed some of the slippery stuff onto my fingertips. Quatre leaned closer to Duo, whispering to him, but I couldn't make out his words.

My head spun as I slicked the gel around Duo's entrance. Leaning my forehead on his shoulder blade, I could feel the heat radiating from his body: it beckoned me to immerse myself in it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the movements of my hand. I circled the tight muscle with my fingertips, pressing firmly until I felt him relax a little. He made a small sound of curious pleasure as I eased my index finger inside him just to my first knuckle and paused to let him get used to that small intrusion. Duo was so tight, so hot; my breath caught in anticipation of burying myself inside him. His body spasmed around my finger as I pushed deeper, moving my finger in exploration and pressing outwards to help loosen the reluctant muscles. From this angle, I was unable to stimulate his prostate directly, so I eased my finger from him and replaced it with my thumb.

I could hear Duo's breathing slow and deepen while Quatre spoke softly to him, instructing him how to relax, telling him what to expect. When I found the spongy knot of tissue within Duo and focused the pressure of my thumb there, he sobbed in sudden bliss.

That sound and the impatience of my body battered my control. I didn't want to rush Duo, force his body before it was wholly receptive, but I ached with the urge to join with him, to shove into his body, to hear him moan my name in pleasure... I licked sweat from his neck and fumbled for words, "Duo..." I managed, slipping my thumb from him and quickly pushing my index and middle fingers inside, as far as I could reach. He arched against me, at the deeper, thicker intrusion. The pressure in my cock pounded my senses, vicariously anticipating, through the sensations of my hand, where it would soon find relief.

"He... unh... wants inside," I heard Quatre grit out, speaking to Duo. It was a struggle to raise my eyes and focus on my lover, but I managed. Pleasure contorted his features and sweat beaded on his forehead. He'd spoken with the same broken rhythm I saw his hand applied to Duo's erection.

Duo swallowed. "'kay," he mumbled and gasped as I removed my hand, wiping the excess lubricant off on the sheets. I closed in behind Duo, positioning the head of my cock at his entrance, and slid one leg between his, lifting and supporting his thigh with my own.

I kissed his shoulder and raked his sweat damp bangs from his forehead, while Quatre released his erection to stroke his cheek, holding his gaze. Against my chest, Duo's body burned with the heat of arousal, slick with perspiration. Desire flared through me, as intoxicating as the sensation of his body opening for me, stretching around me, gripping me so tightly as I entered him for the first time.

The way his body accepted me, melded around me, cradled me in such close heat; I was drawn to press deeper, breathless when I felt a twinge of resistance. I stopped, waited for Duo to relax again, and forced my breathing to remain slow, ignoring the persistent tension simmering in my groin.

"I'm...fine..." Duo said.

"Mmm, feels good. More, Trowa," Quatre murmured.

Opening my eyes, I saw Quatre, his forehead pressed to Duo's, his hand trailing down Duo's side to take Duo's hand, guiding it to where he'd pressed his erection against Duo's belly. He shifted, and I resumed moving, nuzzling the curve of Duo's neck, thrilling at his scent, the slow union of our bodies, and the soft whine that accompanied his breathing.

And Quatre kept talking.

"Doesn't it feel incredible?" he said, his voice low and sweet, drunk with passion. "Trowa filling you... Oh, it feels so good, so thick and hard... Aah, but you want it deeper."

Duo's reply waarsearse, and I barely had the reason to process it. But Quatre's words, they drove into my mind as he gave voice to Duo's experience.

I shoved my hips forward, pushing as far into Duo as I could, but due to our position, I was unable to penetrate him very deeply. With my hips flush against his buttocks, I paused. Dimly I was aware of Quatre's and Duo's arms moving between them in a lazy, building rhythm.

"Move, Trowa." Quatre's whispered words, soft and slow-spoken, like diaphanous silk they draped over my mind. "He wants... you... to move."

So I moved. I withdrew, not very far since it was difficult to get that much leverage, spooned together the way we were, but I could use that to our advantage. Behind him, I shifted the angle of our joining so that every stroke would bump against his prostate. My first thrust struck unerringly.

Duo swore.

"Yes..." Quatre hissed. "Again, mmm, harder... please."

I ground my hips, drawing out Duo's pleasure before I pulled back: I wanted to take him slowly so that he could savour the experience with complete fidelity.

But that wish was betrayed.

Between Duo, his body taut with arousal, pushing back against me, insistent and hot; and Quatre's whispered entreaties, my will was undone. With a sound -- something like snarl -- I tightened my hold on Duo and pushed back in. Hard. Without pause, I withdrew and rammed back into the willing body -- again, again, and again. All the while Quatre pleaded, demanded, and enunciated every feeling between Duo and me. Beyond bliss, I drowned in the gripping euphoria of Duo's body, and Quatre told me so -- again, again, and again. The syllables of Duo's pleasure, having been reduced to inarticulate grunts and whimpers, told me he had been rendered as helpless as I in the thrall of our union.

My awareness constricted to the searing pleasure of fucking Duo and Quatre's voice. Meaning refused to adhere to Quatre's words, but still I felt each and every one of them. His passion was conveyed by his tone; his desire framed by lips, throat, and tongue. Now strained, now barely a whisper, I could hear in his voice his impending orgasm. Duo, caught between us, we pushed and pulled irrevocably toward the same goal. The tension in his body grew; his insides tightened around me as if begging for my release, begging to be filled. When I heauatruatre's cry of absolute pleasure, and Duo stiffened in my arms with a shuddering sigh; I could no longer resist, and I followed.

With every muscle limp, I gradually rediscovered clarity. Quatre fell away from Duo to lie, panting, on his back, and Duo fell forward to sprawl on his stomach. I disengaged from his body and collapsed half covering his body with my own and reaching one hand to rest it on Quatre's chest. The sound of deep breathing filled the chamber.

Presently Duo stirred beneath me. "Yuck," he said. I moved to allow him to raise himself shakily to hands and knees.

"What?" I asked. Quatre laughed.

"Wet spot," Duo said. "Very wet spot."

"Hm, so long as it wasn't a comment on my performance," I said with a parting kiss before rolling to the edge of the bed and standing.

After we'd cleaned up, I found myself drifting into a pleasant doze within my lovers' embrace. Their voices, as they chatted about the best of London for Duo to experience during his stay, slowly devolved into a susurrant mumble, of which I remained aware enough that when they ceased talking it roused me back to full wakefulness. I opened my eyes as Duo disentangled himself from me and sat up, leaving my side cool in contrast to his warmth.

"Leaving already?" I asked.

"Yeah." He smiled down at me, flicking my bangs from my face to see me properly. "I paid for a room at the Sheraton. I should use it."

"Oh, okay." I twisted my neck to glance at Quatre. He met Duo's eyes briefly with a short nod and then turned his attention to me.

"The three of us will be meeting for lunch tomorrow," he said, "and after that, Duo and I thought we could all go to the Tower."

"I've always wanted to see the ravens," said Duo. I watched him collect his clothing and dress. Quatre stretched beside me, taking over more of the bed.

I got up, retrieved a clean pair of boxers, and shrugged on my dressing gown. "I'll see you out."

Duo and I paused in the foyer, facing each other in an uneasy silence, sharing uneasy smiles. Duo spoke first. "Hey, thanks again, Trowa. And thank Quatre for me too. This was really great. You both were... you were incredible."

"Ah, well, you weren't so bad yourself," I said. All the other things that one might say in a situation such as this seemed grossly inappropriate. "Thank you, Duo."

"Yeah," he said, dropping his eyes from my gaze to study his fingers. "I guess..." He looked back up at me, but I couldn't decipher the question in his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing, nevermind."

A brief queasiness fluttered in my chest. I didn't know the right thing to say; no past experience or imagined foresight had prepared me for this moment. So instead of speaking, I kissed him -- just once more. Softly, I reassured him of my affection, and when we parted, I liked the change my kiss had wrought in his eyes.

His smile was easier as he opened the door and turned back to me. "Tomorrow, then?"

"Tomorrow."

"Cool. Good night."

"Good night, Duo."

I remained standing in the foyer for a short time after the door had closed behind him. No particular thought filled my mind, but rather a disordered mish-mash I was too tired to sort out. Instead of returning to the bedroom, I made my way to the balcony to clear away the dishes and food of the evening. Physical order had always helped me back to a state of mental and emotional order.

Thus, it was a soothing meditation of warm water and soap bubbles as I washed the dishes by hand rather than using the dishwashing machine. By the time I'd placed the last dish in the cupboard, I felt relaxed and centred once more. Quatre had yet to join me, so I made my way back outside and waited for him.


tbc.