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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but you can
try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa
(But, her name is Duo...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 11 Quatre closed his eyes as the tender kisses moved from
his lips, across his cheek, to his neck. He leaned against the wall,
completely enjoying the sensations that the lips caused as they caressed
his wet flesh. Shivers ran along his spine as he felt strong hands
on his waist. The two bodies were crushed together. He could feel
Jackal's intentions through the touch and kisses. "I'm ready Jackal." He whispered softly into
the Latin's ear. The loving assault ceased as their eyes locked again.
"Are you sure?" "I've never been so sure before." Jackal scooped
the blonde into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. He gently
laid his load onto the water bed and instantly joined him. Their kissing
continued. Both of their hands were no longer stationary as they began
to explore regions of each other's bodies that were unknown to them.
The buttons to Quatre's vest gave easily under the slender fingers
working against them. The buttons on the shirt offered even less resistance.
Both the shirt and vest were pushed to the side only to expose the
pale chest that they were protecting. "Jackal. . ." Quatre
pulled from the kiss. "Can you turn on the light?" It was
an odd request. One that Jackal had never had before, but fulfilled.
He sat up straight and reached over his lover to the night stand.
He meant to turn on the light, but missed it by a centimeter. The
result was that the alarm clock was turned on. Quatre laughed nervously
as the light flashed on and he realized what had happen. He watched
Jackal press a button and the annoying beeping stopped. "Do you
have a radio on that?" Quatre asked suddenly as he looked up
at Jackal. "You weren't kidding when you said everything had
to be perfect." Jackal teased and pressed a different button
on the alarm clock. The room was filled with the Goo Goo Doll's Iris.
Jackal glanced down at the sapphires. They seemed to agree that the
song was fine. Before Jackal could resume, Quatre sat up and conquered
the Latin lips. He brushed them softly with his own. Taking advantage
of the new positions, Jackal slowly removed the soaking garments.
As they were tossed aimlessly to the floor, Quatre, much to his surprise,
was pulling at his tee-shirt. The shirt quickly claimed an area on
the floor. Quatre lightly ran his hands along Jackal's chest. His
eyes soaked in every muscle it had to offer. Finally they rested on
the scars on either side of the tanned flesh. He didn't seemed to
have noticed them before. For the first time in a long time, Jackal
felt shame of his body. Quatre's skin was like a painting. Flawless.
Not everyone was able to pull off pale skin as sexy, and yet, somehow
the Arab accomplished it. The creamy flesh was as smooth as that of
a newborn and just as untouched. He had no right to take this from
Quatre. He wasn't worthy of it. How could he ever even begin to think
he was? Quatre deserved better. Sensing the doubts, Quatre resumed kissing. Hopefully
Jackal would be able to understand that he wanted him. His tongue
leisurely slid into the dancer's mouth and began to pick a fight with
the other. His tongue bullied the other for a few moments, scolding
it for doubting. Finally the abused partner began to defend and the
two quickly made up. As he hoped, the distraction worked. He laid
back on the bed, pulling Jackal on top of him. Their tongues gently
massaged each other as their hands continued to explore. Jackal's
moved southbound as he began rubbing Quatre's thigh. Quatre's moved
to the back, where he found even more scars that he seemed to have
missed. Before the doubts could be resurrected, Quatre deepen his
kiss. To prove that the scared tissue didn't bother him, he continued
to rub the golden back. His movements where zigzags, swirls, anything
except straight lines. Slowly, Jackal's kisses moved down Quatre's lips and
chin. Pass the neck to the newly exposed chest. He gently journeyed
down the breast bone. Stopping only to tend to Quatre's harden nipples.
A gasp eluded the Arab as Jackal admitted one of the rock hard nubs.
His tongue circled it like a vulture flies over a dying animal. He
lightly nipped the stub, then followed with gentle sucking. Quatre tenderly ran his fingers through Jackal's hair.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on the nursing. Once satisfied
with the now red nipple, Jackal turned to the other and repeated the
process. Both stubs matching, the kisses continued down the smooth
chest. Without realizing it, Quatre's hand was guiding the kisses,
almost forcefully downward. Wanting the moment of contact to occur
before Jackal had planned. Jackal removed the demanding hand as he
ceased his actions. He looked up at Quatre, his eyes clearly telling him
that there was no rush. The sapphires agreed and he lightly kissed
each finger tip of the hand he was holding before releasing it. He
then continued with the journey toward the pale abs. His hand ventured
ahead as it entered the realm of kakhai pants. The hand slowed as
it came across a hill. As unhurried as possible, it ascended the hill.
It descend at an even more leisure pace. It continued to play until
the kisses reached a navel valley and stopped. Quatre clutched the comforter under him. It was all
he could do to prevent himself from being a repeat offender. He closed
his eyes and focused on the hand that was teasing him so. He silently
scorned Jackal for such pleasurable torture. Suddenly he remembered
something someone had told him the first night that he and Jackal
were together. It was Malon that had told him about Jackal's fetish
of teasing. Presently, Quatre's aching manhood was forgotten as
the hand detoured to his inner thighs. Jackal sat up straight on his
knees and looked at his lover. His emerald eyes retraced the path
made until it reached the silver of Quatre's belt. In a matter of
seconds, the belt was unfastened, followed by the button and zipper.
It was flung somewhere on the opposite side of the bed as the shirts.
Immediately afterwards, Jackal's jeans accompanied the kakhais. Not
surprisingly, Jackal was fully exposed now. Quatre, on the other hand,
still bared a shred of dignity, which Jackal soon rectified. Jackal wasn't exactly sure how it happened, nor did
he care, but he somehow ended up on his back, with Quatre sitting
on his stomach. Quatre gently pushed the concealing bangs to the side.
He wanted to see both of Jackal's eyes. Staring deeply into the emeralds,
he somehow understood the silent thoughts. He raised himself slightly
and turned around. Placing his hands flat on the bed, he pushed his
lower half toward Jackal's head. Gentle kisses were placed around the base of the arousal.
They then teased the shaft in the same manner. Lightly, Jackal's tongue
swirled along the tip of Quatre's manhood. Then, ever so slowly, strolled
from top to bottom. Finally, Jackal admitted the entire length into
his mouth. His lips slowly slid down, his tongue gracefully dancing
around the new partner. All the while, he was gently sucking the Arab.
Quatre looked at the erection under him. He never performed oral sex
before, and was a little unsure of himself. He had the general ideal
though. Finally he took Jackal into his own mouth and tried to imitate
what was being done to him. At first, he attempted to take him fully,
but began to gag. After removing the arousal, he tried again. This
time he took as much as he could without choking. A soft moan escaped from the blonde as Jackal began sucking him more sharply. The Latin's head was bobbing more rapidly, causing waves of passion to crash over his entire body. Without meaning to, he began pumping himself into the pleasing oral cavity, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be returning the pleasure. Another moan erupted as Jackal felt the body above him tense upon reaching it's climax. In one swift motion, he was on top again. Pinning Quatre's hips to the bed, he continued at a more maddening pace. Quatre couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out as his seed was released, which Jackal drank fully. Quatre rested against the bed as Jackal licked away
the evidence. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with warm
emeralds. He leaned up and recaptured the mouth that had just pleased
him. The taste of his seed was still evident, but Quatre found the
bitterness arousing. Reluctantly, Jackal pulled from the kiss and
reached toward the night stand. There was still some matters to tend
to. Namely his own. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. . ." He started as he suddenly remembered that he didn't finish pleasing his lover. Jackal gently pressed their lips together. Remaining
silent he grabbed a pillow from under the comforter. He leaned back
on his knees and raised the small body. He wanted to make Quatre as
comfortable as possible, as he placed the pillow under the Arab. He
then opened the tube and squeezed the contents into his hand. As their kiss deepen, his felt one slender finger slowly
enter his rectum. His first impression was to retaliate, but stopped
himself in time. Trying not to think about it, he focused on the bitter
tasting lips. A second finger entered and began massaging him in a
way he never had been before. Soon a third finger joined and added
even more pleasure as it aided in stretching the tight channel. Quatre
moaned into Jackal's mouth as he pushed himself against the pleasing
digits. Jackal broke the kiss and studied the statement on the
face below. Assured that the other was ready, he withdrew his hand.
Quatre looked up at him, a small whimper escaped the slightly parted
lips. Their eyes locked as Jackal positioned himself between the smaller
partner's legs. Squeezing the remains from the tube, he applied it
to his long neglected cock. Once properly lubricated, he slowly entered
the Arabian heaven. He started out nice and slow, with steady confident
strokes. He pulled himself almost completely out before sliding back
inside at a slightly faster pace. All the while, he stayed alert to
signs of discomfort. Quatre wrapped his legs around his partner. Finally
Jackal hit that special spot. The spot that turned Quatre's world
upside down. Without warning, he began pounding himself into that
spot, making each thrust even more pleasurable than the last. Every invasion grilled that weak spot, making the Arab
feel he was about to burst. Without meaning too, he grabbed Jackal's
shoulders in a white knuckled grip. With each thrust he could feel
himself becoming erect again. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly
take anymore, he felt a strong hand grasp his resurrected manhood
and began pumping. "Oh Jackaaaaallllll!!!!!!" He couldn't find
any other way to release some of the pleasure he was receiving. He
never thought he could feel so good that it almost hurt. The hand
and groin seemed to be working together in perfect harmony. If Quatre
didn't know any better, he could have sworn that they were moving
in the same swift movement. While he was screaming the other's name
in ecstasy the source had yet to make a sound. Wasn't Jackal enjoying
any of this? Jackal concentrated on the tightness, but at the same
time, stayed alert to Quatre. He knew the smaller body was rapidly
reaching it's peak. Being caressed inside and out was definitely too
much at one time. Jackal was incredibly close to release himself,
but wouldn't allow it. Not yet at least. Since taking Quatre's virginity
was special for him, he wanted to do something he never had before.
He wanted both of them to release at the same exact time. For some
unknown reason, his partner always released before him. He wasn't
sure why, but he didn't want that to happen this time around. As Quatre reached his maximum, his grip tighten on the
tanned shoulders, and he encircled the invasion more closely. The
blonde threw his head against the soft comforter and clamped his eyes.
He listened to Jackal's belabored breathing, wanting to release more
than anything, but not wanting it to end. Finally the moment came.
As he released into the Latin's hand, he felt the warm seed squirt
deep inside him. Jackal's body limped and he fell toward the Arab.
He stopped himself before he crashed against the smaller body. "Jackal, are you okay?" Quatre asked concerned
as he noticed that his lover's entire body was trembling. "I'm fine." Jackal whispered as he looked
into the worried sapphires. "I've never felt anything like that."
He explained truthfully. Was Dingo right? Was there a difference between
having sex and making love? Did he just make love to Quatre? Or was
it just extremely exotic sex? "You can lay against me. You won't hurt me."
Quatre stated softly, sensing Jackal's weakness. The offer was accepted
as the dancer rested his cheek on the sweaty flesh. He felt Quatre
kiss the top of his head and gently stroke his hair. They laid in
silence. Neither of them moved, not wanting to chance losing the afterglow.
"Jackal?" ". . .hn?. . ." "Can we do it again?" Jackal looked up at
the blonde. His face was so full of innocence and hopefulness. Like
that of a child wanting to go on a ride at an amusement park. A smile
passed over the Latin's lips as he couldn't help but laugh aloud at
the statement. Quatre returned the smile and absorbed the beautiful
sound that he had never heard before. "Of course we can little one. . . .but right now.
. ." He gently laid his head on Quatre's shoulder. "A rest
would be nice." A loving silence drifted over them and Jackal
began to loaf into the darkness of sleep. "Jackal?" ". . .hn?. . ." "Can I ask you something?" "Mhmm." "What's your real name?" "I have no name. If you must call me something, call me Jackal." It was the last thing he muttered before surrendering to sleepiness. ~ * ~
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