The Gundam Faeries

Pairings: 3+4, 4o3, 3x4o2
Warnings: Lemon and a blowjob, possible squick
Rating: NC-17

Notes: Mm, perhaps a bit of foreshadowing if you can catch it... and blue balls. I think that's about it...

The Gundam Faeries
Chapter 3

Quatre climbed the dungeon stairs, opening the heavy oak doors, and, entering the bright sunlight, shaded his eyes. He turned, closing the door on the feminine screams of pain. He gasped as an arm wrapped around his waist and a hand was placed over his eyes. The arm around his waist delved into his loose pants, and a hand began to stroke his cock harshly. A dark voice breathed in his ear, "What have you been up to, my sadistic lover?"

Quatre shivered at the voice. "Extending royal hospitality to your sister, my Prince."

A tongue snaked and and ran over the sensitive point of Quatre's ear. "Ah, my thanks. I was looking for you."

Quatre's hands wandered backwards and over the planes of his Prince's body. "And why is that, Prince Trowa?"

"I was wondering how long I'd have to wait until I could play with you and your new toy?"

Quatre laughed, a breathless and aroused chuckle. "He's not ready for your kind of play yet, my Prince. But..."

Trowa's eyes narrowed and his hand stilled on Quatre's dick. "But?"

Quatre thrust his hips, hoping to get Trowa's hand moving again. "But perhaps we could have some fun with him. Give him a show, one that wouldn't scare him too badly."

Trowa smiled and bit Quatre's neck, making the blonde faerie moan. "I like the way you think, my lovely exhibitionist."

Quatre smiled. "I thought you would."

Then Trowa's hands were gone, allowing Quatre to circle and face his lover. He placed his hands on Trowa's ass and ground their clothed erections together. Trowa growled warningly and leaned down to crush Quatre's pale, pouting lips beneath his own. They parted to pant in passion and stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Trowa nibbled at Quatre's lips. "Lest you want me to take you here and now, I'd stop that."

Quatre smirked and ran a finger down the young Prince's chest. "Much as I'd enjoy that, my Prince, I think it would be more fun to tease my latest acquisition."

He turned and swaggered down the hall; confident his Prince would follow.

And follow Trowa did, licking his lips at the luscious view.


Duo was having another one of his dreams. In it, Trowa had Quatre pinned against a wall and was threatening to suffocate the blonde by kissing. Both boys were moaning as their hands roamed, freeing them from silk boundaries. There was nothing kind about this dream, just rough, animal passion.

Duo groaned, gripped by the dream, and struggled against his bonds. He opened his eyes, fully awake and aroused. As in his dream, Trowa and Quatre were naked against a wall, their sides to him. Unlike his dream, Quatre was the aggressor, sliding kisses down Trowa's body until he was on his knees, level with Trowa's cock.

At hearing Duo's small noise, Quatre turned to look at him. His aquamarine gaze locked with the amethyst one and he grinned. "Look, my Prince. It seems Beauty has awoken."

Trowa growled and turned Quatre's head back to him. "I don't give a damn! Stop teasing me or I shall have to punish you."

Quatre cast a seductive glance at Duo before swallowing the Faerie Prince whole.

Trowa threw his head back and moaned. He thanked Arawn again and drove into Quatre's mouth cruelly.

Duo could not tear his eyes away from Trowa's face. Seeing so many emotions flowing across the normally closed mask was, to Duo, like finding a flower in the deepest slums.

That intimacy, more than the sexual act, more than his bondage, was what heated Duo's blood to a fever pitch.

Trowa turned his head to the side, staring at Duo. In one visible emerald orb, Duo could see every emotion that Trowa felt. Duo was startled twice that moment. The first time by the raw lust aimed at him, and the second when he felt an unfamiliar pressure circling the base of his erect length. After a bit of squirming, his mind clicked, and he thought, /A cock ring?! What the-?!/

Trowa read the confused and helpless look on Duo's face and chuckled. He pulled Quatre up and kissed him deeply, afterwards saying, "My pet, I believe your guest has discovered our surprise."

Quatre half-turned in his lover's arms and looked at Duo from beneath thick lashes, all the while rubbing his hands over Trowa's chest, and his erection against Trowa's. Quatre stood on his tiptoes and nipped at Trowa's pointed ears. "I do believe he has, my Prince." Quatre's gaze flicked lower, and he smirked. "It also seems he's enjoying the show. Sit back, Duo; the final act is starting soon."

It was Trowa's turn to smirk as he allowed his fingers to wander down Quatre's back and grip the firm globes of his ass. Trowa nuzzled at Quatre's cheek and whispered something Duo couldn't quite hear. Quatre grinned wickedly up at his lover and purred, "I knew there was a reason I served you."

He slipped out of the Prince's arms and glided beside Duo. Duo couldn't help but notice Quatre was in a perfect position to.../No way! There is no way this could be happening!/

Duo whimpered and closed his eyes when Quatre placed his hands on the bed, and suckled at the tip of Duo's hardness.

His eyes flew open when he felt Quatre shift, and himself slip a couple inches into the blonde's willing mouth.

Quatre lifted off his treat only long enough to pant out, "Don't wait, my Prince. Move now!" He punctuated his need with a fierce backward push of his hips.

Trowa moaned; that was the sign he had been waiting for. He began to snap his hips, ruthless and harsh.

When Quatre felt the movements of Trowa's cock, heavy and hard, he swallowed Duo, making the braided boy scream out in rapture.

Trowa groaned silently, his own pleasure heightened by the captive boy's scream. He raked his nails down Quatre's back, hard enough to draw blood.

Quatre moaned around Duo's cock as Trowa leaned down and licked his back free of the blood. The moist heat of Trowa's tongue, lapping at his blood like some kind of great cat, catapulted him over the edge and into oblivion.

Trowa gripped Quatre's hips as the passage constricted painfully around him. He thrust a precious few times more, being sure to strike the blonde's prostate, to heighten the blonde's bliss. Trowa orgasmed with a hoarse cry and pulled Quatre to the floor with him, leaving Duo aching and unsatisfied.