The Train
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The Train
TITLE: The Train
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight
WARNINGS: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, OOC, Angst and somewhat NCS
RATING: NC-17
ARCHIVES: None that I know of.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please... midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way own Gundam Wing or the characters. This story is not making any money....if you don\'t believe me, check my empty pockets. I am only writing this because my muse threatened to kill me if I didn\'t.......*grin*
PAIRING: 1x4 now, possible 2x4 and 1x2x4 in the future. I have a sequel in mind, but will only write it if someone wants to read it.
This is for Liz, who say to go for it and post..........so here goes.
*thoughts*
THE TRAIN
Quatre Raberba Winner swayed with the movement of the subway train. It had been a long day at school and he longed to get home. He hated being the new kid, especially given the way he looked.
He was almost a senior in high school, but didn\'t look it. Quatre was petite, with pale blond hair and blue-green eyes set in a face that was breath-taking to look at. He was by no means frail though, having spent many years learning to fence and fight. It was his way of coping with those who thought to take advantage of his looks and size.
Quatre had only been in his new school a week and already he had to defend himself twice. Once from Zechs Marquise and his crew, then from Chang Wufei and his goon, Trowa Barton. They soon learned that Quatre wasn\'t the helpless weakling they took him for, but there was one boy at school who worried Quatre and that was Heero Yuy. It wasn\'t that the boy had said or done anything to the young blond; it was the way Heero\'s cobalt blue eyes would follow him whenever they were in the same room.
As if thinking about the other boy would make him appear, Quatre spotted Heero standing halfway down the subway car. Great... I haven\'t seen him on the train before, so why now. At least he isn\'t staring at me.
What Quatre didn\'t know was that the boy in question knew exactly where the petite blond was and that he was the reason Heero Yuy was even on this train. The first moment the brown-haired youth had seen Quatre, he knew that this beautiful angel was going to be his. Nothing and no one, not even Quatre himself, was going to stop him from claiming the boy.
Quatre sighed, pressing himself closer to the sliding doors of the subway, trying to keep from being crushed. It was late afternoon and the car was filled, practically to the brim. He hated the press of people; it made him feel as if he couldn\'t breathe. It was as if he could feel their emotions, threatening to drown him, pull him under.
Suddenly there was a warm body pressed tight to Quatre\'s. The protest he was about to make died on his lips as he stared into the face of Heero Yuy. A soft, yet deep voice spoke, \"Nowhere to run, Quatre Raberba Winner. Now you become *mine*!\"
The smaller boy could not find his voice as he felt Heero press their bodies together, keeping Quatre pinned between the door and Heero\'s body. Hands on the wall of the car kept Quatre from slipping to the side and escaping. It had never occurred to him to raise his voice, call for help or fight back in any way. The moment Heero spoke, Quatre froze, unable to react or think clearly. Only the feel of Heero\'s hand moving from the wall to slide between his legs, caressing his cock finally broke through Quatre\'s frozen state.
\"NO! Please don\'t!\" the blond whispered, pushing against Heero chest. He might as well been pushing a brick wall for all the good it did. A knee pushed its way between Quatre\'s legs, keeping him pinned to the subway car. What is going on? Why is he doing this? The smaller boy thought frantically to himself. Pushing harder against Heero\'s chest, Quatre whispered, \"Why, Heero?\"
Heero looked down at the beautiful boy trying to push him away, feeling the blood pulse through him at Quatre\'s struggles. Wrapping a hand around the back of a blond head, Heero forced aqua eyes, bright with sheen of tears to meet his. Leaning down until he was almost touching those tempting lips, he didn\'t answer the question, but made a statement that froze Quatre solid, \"I\'m going to fuck you, sweet angel.\"
Quatre never felt the train slowly come to a halt, his complete focus on the intense cobalt eyes holding him prisoner. Why can\'t I fight back? I should cry out. Surely someone would step in and help. How do I stop him? Why can\'t I? The thoughts disjointed and unfinished in Quatre\'s mind. He began to realize that he and Heero were moving through the crowd of people streaming from the subway train. The taller boy had Quatre wrapped tightly in his arms, effectively keeping the blond from running away. He could hear Heero telling people to excuse him that his friend was sick and they needed to get to a bathroom quickly. Where is my voice? Quatre asked himself.
The silence of the train station bathroom was almost welome after the buzz of the crowd surrounding them. When Heero pushed Quatre into one of the large stalls, the petite blond finally reacted, throwing his backpack at the other boy and yelling, \"Leave me the hell alone, Yuy! You touch me and I\'ll make you sorry that you were ever born!\" But all Heero did was bat the backpack away as it came towards him and smile.
Stepping away until his back met the cold cement of the bathroom wall, Quatre sought to reason with Heero, \"Heero... I\'m sorry if you got the wrong impression about me, but I\'m not into guys, okay. So we both go home and forget this ever happened, right?\"
\"Wrong, angel.\" Heero stated, moving closer to Quatre, \"Do you think that I haven\'t seen the way your eyes follow Duo Maxwell around, the way you lick your lips as you watch him. Your breathing picks up whenever he stands close to you. Today at school, when you tripped and he caught you, I saw the blush that came to your face as well as the desire in your eyes. Quatre Raberba Winner, you may lie to yourself, but your face gives you away.\"
Aqua eyes widen at Heero\'s statement.
Quatre remembered what had happened all too well. He had been walking to his next class, not watching, when Zechs stuck a foot out, tripping the young Arab. He threw out his arms, hoping that would break his fall when he felt strong arms encircle his waist, stopping his descent. The blond found himself pressed tightly against the boy he had been thinking about since he arrived at this school.
\"Very uncool, Zechs! Can\'t you ever stop being an asshole? No, forget I asked... if that happens, then I\'ll know the world is coming to an end.\" Duo had snarled, helping Quatre steady himself.
\"Thanks, Duo.\" Quatre remembered whispering, blushing at being held in the arms of the boy he secretly desired.
Now to find out that Heero Yuy knew about his secret crush on Duo Maxwell was too much.
The small blond made the mistake of turning his back on Heero, trying to hide his burning face in the bathroom\'s concrete wall. Quatre wanted the wall to swallow him whole. Allah forbid that Duo ever found out. I don\'t think I could stand the humiliation or the heartbreak when he laughs at me.
Quatre was suddenly pressed hard to the wall by the weight of Heero\'s body. His warm breath was in Quatre\'s ear, sending shivers through the other boy. He could feel the brown-haired boy\'s erection against his ass, his hands roaming over Quatre\'s body. Heero pulled the shirt from the waistband of the jeans Quatre was wearing, unbuttoning those jeans and sliding his hand in to caress the blond boy\'s cock.
\"Please, Heero... no... \" Quatre begged, fighting the desire that Heero\'s fingers were creating in his unwilling body.
\"Don\'t fight, angel, it won\'t make any difference. I\'m *going* to take you. I *am* going to know every inch of this sweet body, kiss ever inch, stroke every inch.\" Heero breathed against Quatre\'s ear, licking and nuzzling the lobe.
Quatre tried to use his arms as a wedge, to push his body away from the wall, maybe surprise Heero into letting him go. But Heero merely wrapped his free arm around Quatre\'s chest, pinning the boy\'s arms to his own body, at the same time pushing jeans and boxers down slim thighs.
At the feel of his clothes being pushed down, Quatre renewed his struggles, tears beginning to fall on soft cheeks, \"Stop, Heero! I don\'t want this!\"
\"You are a liar, Quatre.\" Heero laughed, stroking his hand over the hardening erection he found. \"This tells me that you like what I\'m doing.\"
Heero let go of Quatre long enough to spin him around, fusing their mouths together. His tongue opened Quatre\'s lips, swirling and tasting the sweetness of the other\'s mouth. He could still feel slight struggle that Quatre was putting up and it excited him even more. But the moan that rose from the petite blond in his arms told Heero that his angel was starting to lose himself in the sensations being created in his innocent body.
What is happening to me? What is Heero making me feel? I feel like I\'m on fire. Please make it stop! No, don\'t stop! Stop? Don\'t stop?
How Heero managed to get one of his legs out of both the jeans and boxers, Quatre never figured out, as the dark haired boy\'s lips had never stopped exploring the curves of Quatre\'s throat. Moving back, Heero grinned wickedly and keeping both of Quatre\'s wrist in one hand, he fell to his knees in front of the captive boy. Before any protest could come, Heero engulfed the whole length of Quatre\'s cock into his mouth, causing the other to throw back his head and moan. He let his teeth lightly scrape the skin of the shaft, feeling Quatre shudder and jerk. Heero felt and saw the tension in the boy as Quatre gritted his teeth, stiffening his body to keep from thrusting into Heero\'s moist, hot mouth.
Sitting back on his heels, the kneeling boy ran his tongue over Quatre\'s erection; treating it like one would treat an ice cream cone. Licking the cock\'s head, Heero tasted the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip. Gazing up at the blond from beneath his bangs, Heero taunted, \"Mmmm, you taste so sweet, angel. I\'m going to enjoy fucking you and you are going to enjoy being fucked.\"
With that he yanked Quatre down to straddle his lap, never loosing his grip on the boy\'s wrists.
\"Why Heero?\" Quatre asked again, laying his forehead on Heero\'s shoulder, hating his body\'s betrayal. Hating the traitorous desire that was running through his blood like a wildfire, screaming for him to give in to Heero\'s need. He wanted to run, but at the same time he wanted nothing more then to snuggle into the arms holding him. His tears came faster as he fought with his desires.
Heero softly licked the salty tears from Quatre\'s face, running his hand up and down the trembling back.
\"Why... because you belong to me now, Quatre.\"
Quatre looked into Heero\'s blue eyes, drowning in the intense desire he saw reflected back at him.
Heero\'s lube covered finger circling the entrance to his body brought Quatre back to himself and what was about to happen. When that same finger slid into his body, there was no way to stop the low moan that rose from Quatre\'s throat.
\"Yes, angel, I want to hear you moan for me.\" Heero whispered, adding a second finger and brushing that sweet spot in Quatre\'s body that made him forget where he was.
Taking the blond\'s mouth with his own, Heero thrust his tongue deeply into the mouth he had captured, even as he pushed three fingers into Quatre\'s virgin ass. Not giving his little angel time to think or protest, Heero pulled his rock hard erection from his pants, taking a moment to rub lube over the shaft. Then placing the head of his cock at the opening of the other boy\'s body, he prepared to claim the prize.
With Quatre\'s quiet whimper echoing in his ear, Heero again took the other\'s lips, swallowing the half moan, half scream that came as he took Quatre with one thrust. He kept one hand wrapped around the petite boy\'s wrists and the other around his head, keeping their mouths together. Heero didn\'t move, waiting for Quatre\'s body to adjust to him.
\"It’s alright, angel. The pain will fade in a moment and then you will feel only pleasure.\" Heero promised, kissing away the silver tears rolling down Quatre\'s cheeks.
Quatre shook his head at Heero, then closing his eyes, he surrendered.
Heero smiled at the sign of surrender and began to thrust in and out of Quatre\'s body, enjoying the feel of the warm velvet sheath surrounding his cock. This was what he longed for from the minute he had seen Quatre at school.
\"Oh yes angel, you are so tight. You feel so good.\"
He knew he wouldn\'t last much longer; Quatre\'s tiny moans and whimpers were driving Heero out of his mind. Letting go of the blond boy\'s wrists, he started to pump Quatre\'s cock in time to his own thrusts. He laughed in triumph as he felt warm seed spill over his hand and Quatre scream out his release. A single thrust brought his own release, inside the small body he held tight in his lap.
Almost ten minutes passed with neither boy speaking.
Quatre straightened his clothing and edging past Heero went to the bathroom sink to splash some cold water on his tear-stained face. He stiffened when Heero wrapped his arms around him, refusing to look at their reflection in the mirror.
\"You are mine, now, Quatre and I don\'t want you to ever forget it.\"
Finding release in anger, Quatre snarled, \"I\'m not a thing you can own, Heero Yuy. What you did here was wrong and I will never forgive you.\"
A hand closing around his throat had the young Arab finally looking into the mirror. Heero was grinning at him, even as he tightened his grip and spoke, \"As I said, Quatre... you belong to me now. So I suggest you get use to it.\"
Letting go, Heero turned and left the bathroom, leaving Quatre to worry about tomorrow and ponder his feelings about the boy who had just taken his virginity.
TBC
Owari
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight
WARNINGS: AU, Yaoi, Lemon, OOC, Angst and somewhat NCS
RATING: NC-17
ARCHIVES: None that I know of.
FEEDBACK: Yes, please... midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way own Gundam Wing or the characters. This story is not making any money....if you don\'t believe me, check my empty pockets. I am only writing this because my muse threatened to kill me if I didn\'t.......*grin*
PAIRING: 1x4 now, possible 2x4 and 1x2x4 in the future. I have a sequel in mind, but will only write it if someone wants to read it.
This is for Liz, who say to go for it and post..........so here goes.
*thoughts*
THE TRAIN
Quatre Raberba Winner swayed with the movement of the subway train. It had been a long day at school and he longed to get home. He hated being the new kid, especially given the way he looked.
He was almost a senior in high school, but didn\'t look it. Quatre was petite, with pale blond hair and blue-green eyes set in a face that was breath-taking to look at. He was by no means frail though, having spent many years learning to fence and fight. It was his way of coping with those who thought to take advantage of his looks and size.
Quatre had only been in his new school a week and already he had to defend himself twice. Once from Zechs Marquise and his crew, then from Chang Wufei and his goon, Trowa Barton. They soon learned that Quatre wasn\'t the helpless weakling they took him for, but there was one boy at school who worried Quatre and that was Heero Yuy. It wasn\'t that the boy had said or done anything to the young blond; it was the way Heero\'s cobalt blue eyes would follow him whenever they were in the same room.
As if thinking about the other boy would make him appear, Quatre spotted Heero standing halfway down the subway car. Great... I haven\'t seen him on the train before, so why now. At least he isn\'t staring at me.
What Quatre didn\'t know was that the boy in question knew exactly where the petite blond was and that he was the reason Heero Yuy was even on this train. The first moment the brown-haired youth had seen Quatre, he knew that this beautiful angel was going to be his. Nothing and no one, not even Quatre himself, was going to stop him from claiming the boy.
Quatre sighed, pressing himself closer to the sliding doors of the subway, trying to keep from being crushed. It was late afternoon and the car was filled, practically to the brim. He hated the press of people; it made him feel as if he couldn\'t breathe. It was as if he could feel their emotions, threatening to drown him, pull him under.
Suddenly there was a warm body pressed tight to Quatre\'s. The protest he was about to make died on his lips as he stared into the face of Heero Yuy. A soft, yet deep voice spoke, \"Nowhere to run, Quatre Raberba Winner. Now you become *mine*!\"
The smaller boy could not find his voice as he felt Heero press their bodies together, keeping Quatre pinned between the door and Heero\'s body. Hands on the wall of the car kept Quatre from slipping to the side and escaping. It had never occurred to him to raise his voice, call for help or fight back in any way. The moment Heero spoke, Quatre froze, unable to react or think clearly. Only the feel of Heero\'s hand moving from the wall to slide between his legs, caressing his cock finally broke through Quatre\'s frozen state.
\"NO! Please don\'t!\" the blond whispered, pushing against Heero chest. He might as well been pushing a brick wall for all the good it did. A knee pushed its way between Quatre\'s legs, keeping him pinned to the subway car. What is going on? Why is he doing this? The smaller boy thought frantically to himself. Pushing harder against Heero\'s chest, Quatre whispered, \"Why, Heero?\"
Heero looked down at the beautiful boy trying to push him away, feeling the blood pulse through him at Quatre\'s struggles. Wrapping a hand around the back of a blond head, Heero forced aqua eyes, bright with sheen of tears to meet his. Leaning down until he was almost touching those tempting lips, he didn\'t answer the question, but made a statement that froze Quatre solid, \"I\'m going to fuck you, sweet angel.\"
Quatre never felt the train slowly come to a halt, his complete focus on the intense cobalt eyes holding him prisoner. Why can\'t I fight back? I should cry out. Surely someone would step in and help. How do I stop him? Why can\'t I? The thoughts disjointed and unfinished in Quatre\'s mind. He began to realize that he and Heero were moving through the crowd of people streaming from the subway train. The taller boy had Quatre wrapped tightly in his arms, effectively keeping the blond from running away. He could hear Heero telling people to excuse him that his friend was sick and they needed to get to a bathroom quickly. Where is my voice? Quatre asked himself.
The silence of the train station bathroom was almost welome after the buzz of the crowd surrounding them. When Heero pushed Quatre into one of the large stalls, the petite blond finally reacted, throwing his backpack at the other boy and yelling, \"Leave me the hell alone, Yuy! You touch me and I\'ll make you sorry that you were ever born!\" But all Heero did was bat the backpack away as it came towards him and smile.
Stepping away until his back met the cold cement of the bathroom wall, Quatre sought to reason with Heero, \"Heero... I\'m sorry if you got the wrong impression about me, but I\'m not into guys, okay. So we both go home and forget this ever happened, right?\"
\"Wrong, angel.\" Heero stated, moving closer to Quatre, \"Do you think that I haven\'t seen the way your eyes follow Duo Maxwell around, the way you lick your lips as you watch him. Your breathing picks up whenever he stands close to you. Today at school, when you tripped and he caught you, I saw the blush that came to your face as well as the desire in your eyes. Quatre Raberba Winner, you may lie to yourself, but your face gives you away.\"
Aqua eyes widen at Heero\'s statement.
Quatre remembered what had happened all too well. He had been walking to his next class, not watching, when Zechs stuck a foot out, tripping the young Arab. He threw out his arms, hoping that would break his fall when he felt strong arms encircle his waist, stopping his descent. The blond found himself pressed tightly against the boy he had been thinking about since he arrived at this school.
\"Very uncool, Zechs! Can\'t you ever stop being an asshole? No, forget I asked... if that happens, then I\'ll know the world is coming to an end.\" Duo had snarled, helping Quatre steady himself.
\"Thanks, Duo.\" Quatre remembered whispering, blushing at being held in the arms of the boy he secretly desired.
Now to find out that Heero Yuy knew about his secret crush on Duo Maxwell was too much.
The small blond made the mistake of turning his back on Heero, trying to hide his burning face in the bathroom\'s concrete wall. Quatre wanted the wall to swallow him whole. Allah forbid that Duo ever found out. I don\'t think I could stand the humiliation or the heartbreak when he laughs at me.
Quatre was suddenly pressed hard to the wall by the weight of Heero\'s body. His warm breath was in Quatre\'s ear, sending shivers through the other boy. He could feel the brown-haired boy\'s erection against his ass, his hands roaming over Quatre\'s body. Heero pulled the shirt from the waistband of the jeans Quatre was wearing, unbuttoning those jeans and sliding his hand in to caress the blond boy\'s cock.
\"Please, Heero... no... \" Quatre begged, fighting the desire that Heero\'s fingers were creating in his unwilling body.
\"Don\'t fight, angel, it won\'t make any difference. I\'m *going* to take you. I *am* going to know every inch of this sweet body, kiss ever inch, stroke every inch.\" Heero breathed against Quatre\'s ear, licking and nuzzling the lobe.
Quatre tried to use his arms as a wedge, to push his body away from the wall, maybe surprise Heero into letting him go. But Heero merely wrapped his free arm around Quatre\'s chest, pinning the boy\'s arms to his own body, at the same time pushing jeans and boxers down slim thighs.
At the feel of his clothes being pushed down, Quatre renewed his struggles, tears beginning to fall on soft cheeks, \"Stop, Heero! I don\'t want this!\"
\"You are a liar, Quatre.\" Heero laughed, stroking his hand over the hardening erection he found. \"This tells me that you like what I\'m doing.\"
Heero let go of Quatre long enough to spin him around, fusing their mouths together. His tongue opened Quatre\'s lips, swirling and tasting the sweetness of the other\'s mouth. He could still feel slight struggle that Quatre was putting up and it excited him even more. But the moan that rose from the petite blond in his arms told Heero that his angel was starting to lose himself in the sensations being created in his innocent body.
What is happening to me? What is Heero making me feel? I feel like I\'m on fire. Please make it stop! No, don\'t stop! Stop? Don\'t stop?
How Heero managed to get one of his legs out of both the jeans and boxers, Quatre never figured out, as the dark haired boy\'s lips had never stopped exploring the curves of Quatre\'s throat. Moving back, Heero grinned wickedly and keeping both of Quatre\'s wrist in one hand, he fell to his knees in front of the captive boy. Before any protest could come, Heero engulfed the whole length of Quatre\'s cock into his mouth, causing the other to throw back his head and moan. He let his teeth lightly scrape the skin of the shaft, feeling Quatre shudder and jerk. Heero felt and saw the tension in the boy as Quatre gritted his teeth, stiffening his body to keep from thrusting into Heero\'s moist, hot mouth.
Sitting back on his heels, the kneeling boy ran his tongue over Quatre\'s erection; treating it like one would treat an ice cream cone. Licking the cock\'s head, Heero tasted the drop of precum that had gathered at the tip. Gazing up at the blond from beneath his bangs, Heero taunted, \"Mmmm, you taste so sweet, angel. I\'m going to enjoy fucking you and you are going to enjoy being fucked.\"
With that he yanked Quatre down to straddle his lap, never loosing his grip on the boy\'s wrists.
\"Why Heero?\" Quatre asked again, laying his forehead on Heero\'s shoulder, hating his body\'s betrayal. Hating the traitorous desire that was running through his blood like a wildfire, screaming for him to give in to Heero\'s need. He wanted to run, but at the same time he wanted nothing more then to snuggle into the arms holding him. His tears came faster as he fought with his desires.
Heero softly licked the salty tears from Quatre\'s face, running his hand up and down the trembling back.
\"Why... because you belong to me now, Quatre.\"
Quatre looked into Heero\'s blue eyes, drowning in the intense desire he saw reflected back at him.
Heero\'s lube covered finger circling the entrance to his body brought Quatre back to himself and what was about to happen. When that same finger slid into his body, there was no way to stop the low moan that rose from Quatre\'s throat.
\"Yes, angel, I want to hear you moan for me.\" Heero whispered, adding a second finger and brushing that sweet spot in Quatre\'s body that made him forget where he was.
Taking the blond\'s mouth with his own, Heero thrust his tongue deeply into the mouth he had captured, even as he pushed three fingers into Quatre\'s virgin ass. Not giving his little angel time to think or protest, Heero pulled his rock hard erection from his pants, taking a moment to rub lube over the shaft. Then placing the head of his cock at the opening of the other boy\'s body, he prepared to claim the prize.
With Quatre\'s quiet whimper echoing in his ear, Heero again took the other\'s lips, swallowing the half moan, half scream that came as he took Quatre with one thrust. He kept one hand wrapped around the petite boy\'s wrists and the other around his head, keeping their mouths together. Heero didn\'t move, waiting for Quatre\'s body to adjust to him.
\"It’s alright, angel. The pain will fade in a moment and then you will feel only pleasure.\" Heero promised, kissing away the silver tears rolling down Quatre\'s cheeks.
Quatre shook his head at Heero, then closing his eyes, he surrendered.
Heero smiled at the sign of surrender and began to thrust in and out of Quatre\'s body, enjoying the feel of the warm velvet sheath surrounding his cock. This was what he longed for from the minute he had seen Quatre at school.
\"Oh yes angel, you are so tight. You feel so good.\"
He knew he wouldn\'t last much longer; Quatre\'s tiny moans and whimpers were driving Heero out of his mind. Letting go of the blond boy\'s wrists, he started to pump Quatre\'s cock in time to his own thrusts. He laughed in triumph as he felt warm seed spill over his hand and Quatre scream out his release. A single thrust brought his own release, inside the small body he held tight in his lap.
Almost ten minutes passed with neither boy speaking.
Quatre straightened his clothing and edging past Heero went to the bathroom sink to splash some cold water on his tear-stained face. He stiffened when Heero wrapped his arms around him, refusing to look at their reflection in the mirror.
\"You are mine, now, Quatre and I don\'t want you to ever forget it.\"
Finding release in anger, Quatre snarled, \"I\'m not a thing you can own, Heero Yuy. What you did here was wrong and I will never forgive you.\"
A hand closing around his throat had the young Arab finally looking into the mirror. Heero was grinning at him, even as he tightened his grip and spoke, \"As I said, Quatre... you belong to me now. So I suggest you get use to it.\"
Letting go, Heero turned and left the bathroom, leaving Quatre to worry about tomorrow and ponder his feelings about the boy who had just taken his virginity.
TBC
Owari