Caution. This story has a lot of content NOT suitable for children.
I mean it mister! This is my first go at an adult rated story, so I'm
sorry kids. Go back to your Pokemon and wait for the time when your old
enough to understand. If you choose to read it anyway, it is not my
fault if you develop any abnormal problems. If you develop another eye
it is definatly NOT my fault, but if somehow an alien comes to your
house because you're a child and you're not suited for this, that is my
fault, because I will be the alien...if you’re not a child sorry to have disturbed
your reading otherwise. Go ahead and read my disturbing story. If it
sux, be sure to e-mail me. I'm looking forwards to meeting you fellow
humans. Read on!
Trowa bumped into Pheobe after Pheobe had her shower.
"Watch where you're going," Pheobe shouted.
"Maybe you should watch where you're going," Trowa mumbled.
"Good one, for a three year old! Listen clumsy ox; keep your eyes
ahead of you and out of your ass!" Pheobe shouted, inches from his face.
"Oh, yeah?" Trowa shouted.
"Yeah!" Pheobe shouted back.
"Maybe you should listen to your heart instead of your hard head!" Trowa shouted.
"I have a hard head?" Pheobe asked coldly.
"Yes!" Trowa shouted.
"And what are you? Perfect? Nobody's perfect. You have flaws too," Pheobe said.
"Oh yeah? What are they?"
"You're a butt munch."
"That's not good enough, why am I not perfect?" Trowa asked.
"You don't know how to express your feelings towards others. You're
emotionally retarded," Pheobe said.
Trowa stood there staring at Pheobe.
"I don't know how to express my feelings?" Trowa asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"That's what I said," Pheobe said coldly, squinting.
Trowa pushed her up to the wall and madly spread his lips across hers in
satanic madness. He caressed her every being. Her breath came in quick
gasps and he lowered his caressing hands from her shoulders to her waist.
He wanted to touch her soft neck so he spread feathery kisses across her face.
He kissed around her ear and kissed back to her mouth. He licked her bottom lip
and met with her tongue. His tongue fondled her lips. He held her closer to
him with a fiery passion. He wanted her now. Even though Quatre was on his mind
Constantly, Pheobe was next to him. Trowa loved them both. Right now, he wanted
Pheobe. He tore off his shirt and held Pheobe close to him. Pheobe frowned for a moment.
She knew it was wrong, and for some odd reason she liked it. Quatre was one
of her close friends. Just yesterday they were discussing Canadian history.
Trowa embraced her close to his perspired body. He was hot, and I mean burning.
His desire for her was heating him up. He had to release this tension. He grabbed her
head and kissed her passionately, with a desire for more. He didn't want to take her robe off
because he wanted to leave that up to her. Plus, she was wearing clothes underneath.
Pheobe didn't want to take it off because she didn't think it would to go that far.
Trowa couldn't take it anymore. He slowly took off Pheobe's robe, letting it fall to
the floor in a whisper. There he saw her bare shoulders. He caressed her soft shoulders.
Pheobe felt so relieved, he would be a great masseuse. Pheobe closed her eyes and sighed.
Trowa let the strap of her shirt far off her shoulder. He tenderly moved his hand down
Pheobe's neck to her other shoulder and pushed the other strap off. She let the shirt
fall to the floor as he rubbed her shoulders. She rubbed his chest and grabbed his arms. He
started breathing in gasps.
He took his pants off and held her waist closer to his. He slowly took her pants off, just in
case she didn't want him to, but she didn't stop him. Then they were standing in their under
garments. Pheobe was mistaken, it has gotten farther then she thought. Trowa backed her into
the shower room. He turned on the showers and locked the doors. He grabbed Pheobe's wet body
and kissed her savagely. They shed their under garments and were soon tangled in a tide of
ecstasy. Yearning for more, Trowa hugged her closer to him. She could feel every piece of him
as he held her close. Pheobe didn't know if this was real or not. Trowa was gay, he like Quatre,
not me, and definatly not this much, Pheobe thought. He thrusted his hip against Pheobes waist.
He lifted her arms and trailed his hands tenderly down her wet midsection. Circling around her breasts. Her heart
was now pounding, echoing in her breathing patterns. He could feel the thumping of her heart through his hands.
She stared into his deep green eyes. She could see that he had lust for her. He moved in to kiss her.
The more savage he was, the better he felt and the heavier he breathed.
He thought he could take her apart by this, but she still hung on. She was very strong considering
how small she was. Knowing that she wants to continue Trowa moved in for the finale.
The water refueled Pheobe. She couldn't live without it. Water was Pheobe's element and it ran all over their bodies like a waterfall.
She had to be careful with Trowa because she could freeze him if she got angry with him. Trowa lowered his hands
to her waist again. He pulled her closer to him brutfully, with all his strength to caution her before inserting his being. Pheobe squeezed
his arm and Trowa let out a scream. She didn't even squeeze him hard. Pheobe grinned, evilly. Then Trowa went in for
the kill. He inserted his being and they both were in a maelstrom of ecstasy. He savagely took her and slipped making her fall to the
floor with him, landing on top of him. They both shouted in pain. Pheobe hit her hip on Trowa's groin. But then soon enough they
were back in business. It seemed like hours of horrific terrifying joy. They both got up and washed each other off.
When they were done, Trowa limped painfully into his room to see Quatre sitting on his bed with a bouquet of flowers.
"Hello, Trowa," Quatre smiled, "Did you hurt yourself?"
"Yeah," Trowa grunted, grabbing his inner thigh, "Accident in the shower."
"Oh," Quatre frowned looking at where he was grabbing, then his rosy face, "Must be a fracture near the groin. Why are you glowing?"
"I have the flu," Trowa lied, grunting and sliding into his bed.
"Can I get you anything?" Quatre asked smiling.
"Yeah," Trowa grunted smiling.
Quatre bent down and kissed him sweetly on the lips, then got up.
"I'm going to get you some soup from the cafeteria, ok?" Quatre said.
"Thank you, Quatre," Trowa grunted.
Quatre left seeing Pheobe hunched over, limping from the medical room. Quatre followed.
Pheobe had dry hair, she wasn't dumb enough to keep it wet, rumors would spread.
"Are you ok, Pheobe?" Quatre asked, looking at her rosy cheeks.
"I'm fine, it'll heal soon enough," Pheobe said without recollection she's in pain at all.
"I can check it out if you'd like," Quatre asked.
Pheobe evilly squinted at Quatre.
"Ok, ok. I won't. Don't get touchy. You're glowing," Quatre said.
"I think I'm coming down with something," Pheobe lied, feeling her forehead.
"Well," Quatre sighed, "I'm going to the cafeteria, would you like anything?"
"An escort to my quarters," Pheobe said, looking at her feet.
"I'll help you," Quatre smiled.
"Thanks," Pheobe said low toned.
Quatre put her arm over his shoulder and he helped her to her room. He helped her into bed.
"Thanks, Quatre. I don't know how to repay you," Pheobe said sarcastically.
Quatre bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. He had this strawberry taste to him.
"There, you just did," Quatre said in a hush voice and smiled at her still bent over, "I'll go get you some soup."
"Ok," Pheobe said, looking strangely at him.
"And don't look at me like that," Quatre said walking out of her room.
"Ok, Mom," Pheobe said, "Don't get me minestrone, I hate that stuff."
"Ok, sweetie," Quatre popped out. He held his mouth shut. He didn't believe he just said that.
He had to think of something quick, "I'll get you cream of mushroom, how's that?"
"Great!" Pheobe jumped up grabbing her hip.
"You stay there," Quatre called quickly running to her aid.
"I'm fine," Pheobe lied.
"How's that?" Quatre asked, rubbing her hip.
"Uncomfortable," Pheobe briefly said.
"Ok, but does it feel better?" Quatre asked.
"Fine, considering who's doing it," Pheobe said.
"I don't know if that's a complement or an insult," Quatre laughed.
"I don't know what it is, just cut that out. I'm going to get some ice," Pheobe said, getting up.
"You lie back down," Quatre said, slowly putting her head back on the pillow.
"I don't want you to be my slave. I am fully capable of doing things myself," Pheobe said.
"No you're not. Look, I can find a way for you to repay me when your hip heals, all right?" Quatre bargained.
"All right. Deal. Just don't over do it. You're not my Mom," Pheobe said.
"Deal," Quatre shook her hand.
Pheobe sat in bed and sighed. Her hip was healing quickly. Quatre came back with more soup.
"Thanks," Pheobe grinned.
"It's your favorite. Roast Beef stew," Quatre smiled.
Pheobe gave him a double look.
"What?" Quatre asked kindly.
"You remembered my favorite soup?" Pheobe asked, astonished.
"Yeah. I always remember my close friends favorite soup," Quatre smiled putting his finger up.
"I'm a close friend?" Pheobe asked.
"Yes, closer than most of my friends," Quatre nodded still smiling like a little boy.
"You know you remind me of a British school boy," Pheobe said, taking a sip of the stew.
"A boy? Is that an insult?" Quatre asked.
"No. I'm telling you the truth. If you don't want to hear it, tell me. Otherwise don't talk to me. I'll tell you what I think straight out," Pheobe explained
"You don't lie?" Quatre asked.
"No, I don't know why, I just can't," Pheobe said, "I can kill a guy without a thought about where he's from or who he is. But I can't lie. Such a simple gesture and I can manage to use it."
"Lying is for the weaker few anyway. You must not think about it, but try to think about tomorrow. Tomorrow holds so many things," Quatre said.
"Yeah, like total abliviation. The world spontaneously combusting into the atmosphere. The animals taking over the planet declaring independence. I understand, you'll never know what tomorrow holds," Pheobe agreed.
"Such awful thoughts for such a beautiful person. I could take you and Trowa and not miss the Earth one bit. Even though Earth holds so many beautiful things," Quatre smiled.
"Tell me about it. But do me a favor and not call me beautiful," Pheobe said with a sad face.
"Why? Oh, sorry, you don't have to tell me. A lady's information should be kept confidential unless she chooses to tell," Quatre said gasping.
"It's alright, I'm not afraid to tell you," Pheobe smiled, "Long ago I had a best friend. He used to call me beautiful and I didn't like it then. My father used to call me beautiful."
She stopped and gulped a huge lump down her throat.
"Where is your father now?" Quatre asked.
"Right here," Pheobe sighed, "In this room."
Quatre looked around but caught on. She was talking about her heart. Quatre almost cried. Her father died.
"What about your mother?" Quatre asked.
"She's here too," Pheobe said, gulping again.
"Do you have any other family?" Quatre asked concerned.
"It's just me and my twin brother. He's all I have. At least I have someone. But he's more like a little brother to me. He's much weaker," Pheobe said, "Almost like you."
"Wow, thanks," Quatre said sarcastically.
"Tell me, Quatre, do you have a sense of humor?" Pheobe asked.
"I would like to think so, why?" Quatre asked.
"What did one Fungus say to the other?" Pheobe asked.
"I don't know. I don't think fungus talks," Quatre said.
"Well I should hope not!" Pheobe laughed hysterically, grabbing her hip,"Ow. Ok the fungus said to other, 'You’re a fun guy!"
Quatre started to laugh almost rolling on the flour.
"Ok, Professor Lame jokes-are-funny. It's not that funny," Pheobe said.
"Yes it is," Quatre said, "Wow, thank you, Pheobe. You made me feel a whole lot better."
"You were feeling terrible?" Pheobe asked frowning.
"Yeah," Quatre sighed.
"Wow, laughing does cure," Pheobe nodded, "I'm happy I was of some help."
"No problem. Now eat up before your stew gets cold," Quatre said.
"Yes, Mom," Pheobe said and began to eat.
An hour later
"Trowa?" Quatre called.
"Yeah," Trowa said, still in pain.
"I want to confess something to you. I feel guilty for doing it so I know I have to tell you," Quatre said, with a worried expression.
"What is it Quatre," Trowa said gently.
"It's Pheobe," Quatre paused.
Trowa turned ghastly white.
"Don't be so astonished. I don't know what's wrong with me. I never liked another this way before," Quatre said shaking his head in disbelief.
"I understand," Trowa nodded, smiling.
"You can't understand. You're true to your emotions. What the problem is, is that I kissed Pheobe. I hope you're not mad," Quatre said almost crying.
"Hush, I'm not mad. I guess I have something to tell you to, but you must promise that no matter how bad it is, you'll stay with me," Trowa weaseled in.
"I'm sure whatever it is, isn't as bad as what I've done. I mean at least I didn't bed with her that would be such a nasty thing to keep away from each other. I don't think
either of us would accept. How could you accept the act of extreme lust? I mean, you've got to have some dignity to think about the other, right Trowa?" Quatre asked.
"Well, it's just that, Quatre," Trowa said, holding his stomach.
Quatre turned ghastly white.
"No, Trowa, you wouldn't," Quatre cried.
"Sorry. I don't know what came over me. We were fighting again and what do you know. It was stupid and I'm sorry, terribly sorry. I'll never do it again," Trowa apologized.
"I'm sorry, Trowa. Apologies won't work for something like this. What happens if she's pregnant? Then what will become of us?" Quatre asked.
"We'd be a family, Quatre. You, me, and Pheobe," Trowa explained.
"But, Trowa," Quatre began.
"Where are we going to find a female to have our kids? Tell me that one Quatre," Trowa said.
"You're right about that. But now I feel as though I used her. We're not taking away the child are we?" Quatre asked.
"No, of course not. We'll just be its two daddies. Some kids would love to have two dads. But enough of that, what happens if she's not? Although I admit it was a shameful act, it was pleasurable. I enjoyed
every minute of it. I could describe every sensational moment. Pheobe is something else," Trowa explained.
"So, having intercourse with a female is pleasurable?" Quatre asked.
"Yes, especially with a flaming one. If she is anything like Pheobe, go for it," Trowa said.
"I don't think there are any as such," Quatre said.
"She is one of kind, I do admit. She has a temper," Trowa said, then grabbed his groin, "and the strength of a thousand men."
"She did that?" Quatre asked, astonished.
"No, I did. I grabbed her close on the wet floor and we slipped onto each other," Trowa explained, "That's why her hip hurts."
Quatre blushed.
"Why are you blushing?" Trowa asked.
"You've painted a picture in my mind, Trowa," Quatre replied.
"Oh, sorry," Trowa smiled.
"Do you think Pheobe likes me?" Quatre asked.
"Like a brother," Pheobe answered from the door.
"Were you there the whole time?" Trowa asked.
"Did you want me to be?" Pheobe asked.
"Your hip, it's healed," Quatre said astonished.
"Oh, did I tell you it's part of my anatomy? I heal quickly, that's just who I am," Pheobe said, "Oh, Trowa, did you tell Prince charming about this morning?"
"Yes, I did," Trowa snuffed in.
"Well good. I don’t want to keep anything from our dear sweet Quatre," Pheobe said patting Quatre's head.
"Do you mind?" Quatre said.
"Yeah," Pheobe said sitting beside Quatre, "The question is, Quatre, do you like me?"
Quatre blushed when looking at her body.
"Cut it out. I'm up here," Pheobe said picking up his chin to her face.
"Of, course I like you," Quatre said trembling from her touch.
Pheobe checked his temperature.
"You, ok?" Pheobe asked.
"He's taken back by the detail I gave him," Trowa said.
"Oh. You know, I find it weird that I'm the only one you'll briefly state the obvious with," Pheobe stated.
Trowa gave that statement some thought.
"Hello, guys I'm in the room, you can say my name," Quatre said.
"Don't worry, we acknowledge that you're in the room at the present time," Pheobe said.
"My answer to your question is yes, of course, I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't," Quatre said.
"Well, at least you've got that off your chest, Quatre," Pheobe said patting Quatre's back.
"I've got some things I want to say too," Trowa began, thinking about what Heero said, 'Be true to your emotions.'
"They can wait Pinocchio, I want to eat something first," Pheobe got up and left for the cafeteria.
"She sure is beautiful," Quatre said observing her body.
She felt his gaze so she turned and flipped him the bird.
"Well, that was rude," Quatre said.
"That's Pheobe for you, I've got a feeling she can hear us," Trowa said keeping his eyes locked on Pheobe.
"I think so too," Quatre said, getting up to leave, "You need to get better. I'm going to Pheobe's room. Perhaps we can have an argument."
Quatre giggled as he left the room.
"Very funny, Quatre," Trowa said going back to sleep.
At Pheobe's
Quatre sat waiting for Pheobe to come in. Pheobe came in ten minutes after he was there.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Pheobe asked holding a piece of her roast beef sandwich.
"I came to ask you for that favor," Quatre said.
"What is it? Do you need some advise? Some technical advise? Assistance?" Pheobe asked waving her sandwich everywhere.
"Well, it's kind of like assistance," Quatre said.
"You're blurring the edges," Pheobe said briefly.
"Ok, I want you to bed with me tonight," Quatre explained.
"Oh, is this a 'competition'? Do you need to be better than Trowa?" Pheobe asked.
"No," Quatre stopped and thought about that lady's charm, "It's just that, I love you and I never want to lose you. I feel that bedding beside you will draw us closer together as soul mates."
"Wow, did you read that crap in a book? I know you and Trowa are soul mates, I'm not an idiot and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't consider me such a thing. Why are you wearing that?" Pheobe asked.
Quatre was wearing a blue-ruffled men’s shirt that had no buttons until the mid section. He looked very fine in it and Pheobe was blushing.
"Do you like it?" Quatre asked looking devilously at Pheobe.
"No," Pheobe said, gulping as he came closer.
He started walking closer and closer to her. Pheobe picked up a chair and waved it at him.
"Go away," Pheobe said.
"Ok," Quatre said, "I tried. I even wore denim jeans."
"Which are too big for you," Pheobe noted, taking a bite out of her sandwich.
"May I have some?" Quatre asked.
"Aren't you a vegetarian?" Pheobe asked.
"Not since the day I met you," Quatre said.
"Where's the book?" Pheobe asked, looking around.
"I told you I don't have a book," Quatre said, "you can check me."
Quatre lifted his arms. Pheobe went over and checked the insides of his shirt. Quatre felt her cold deliquite fingers on his chest and his breath came in quick gasps.
"Your fingers are very cold," Quatre, said shivering.
"Sorry, it is cold on Christmas Eve, isn't it?" Pheobe asked.
"Well, yes," Quatre said.
"Oh, yeah, I was going to ask you, what do you want for Christmas?" Pheobe asked.
"Your children," He answered.
"You aint getting that. I mean something I can afford, expendable, you know, things," Pheobe said.
"A picture of you," Quatre said holding her close to him.
She could feel his smooth chest against her bosom.
"I'm not taking pictures and I'm not giving autographs at the discount stores either," Pheobe said.
Quatre touched the soft skin on her face. He stroked her cheek and petted her. He put his hand on the back of her neck and brought her close to his lips. Then their lips met with a soft touch, so deliquite that a
drop of a feather could disrupt it. He slid his hands down her neck and to her shoulders. He slid her shirt strap and her bra strap off and watched them fall off her muscular arms. He felt an urge to start kissing her shoulders, now that they were
bare. She stood confused as his warm lips met with her cold skin. She put her cold arms into his shirt to warm them up. He thought she wanted more of his tender touch so he continued kissing her around her neck and chest.
"Ahh," Pheobe said relieved.
He was warm and it was like standing in front of a fireplace. He took his shirt off and hugged Pheobe.
"Better?" Quatre asked.
"Much," Pheobe sighed resting her head on his shoulders, still holding her sandwich.
"Now I’m getting cold," Quatre said.
They both ran under the covers. Pheobe put her sandwich on the dresser. Pheobe cuddled up with herself in a corner and shivered. Quatre saw her shivering and started embracing her. She did admit she felt a little warmer. He held her close to him, still wearing no shirt.
"You know, it might help if you put a shirt on," Pheobe said.
"Kinda late now, I'm just getting warm," Quatre said.
"Ah, yes, I understand," Pheobe said.
Quatre hugged Pheobe closer and started to shiver again. He was shaking Pheobe.
"God, you're cold," Pheobe said.
She closed her eyes and started to chant.
"Oh mother nature bring the fire,
the warm climate has ceased and expired."
She repeated this until Quatre was warming up again and Pheobe felt Goosebumps.
Pheobe didn't warm up, he did. Quatre was almost taken back by what she did.
"Please be with me tonight," Quatre whispered in her ear.
"You can embrace me, that'd be nice. I'm freezing cold and I need someone to keep me warm," Pheobe said.
He ran his fiery fingers up her ice-cold legs to her mid section. She breathed in heavily as her body adjusted to the warm tender touch.
He knew that if she's cold everything was cold, even her breasts. So he tucked his hands into her shirt and felt the ice-cold skin on his hands.
She was going to turn blue if he didn't touch her everywhere. Her lips started turning color.
"Please, if we bed you'll be warmer, I promise," Quatre said.
Pheobe started shivering more. He took his hands out of her shirt and took off her shirt. She was lying there with a black bra on. He took off her pants and his pants.
He quickly took off his underwear and her underwear. He held her close and she started to heat up. He kissed her lips tenderly and started making passionate love to her.
He was as deliqute as a falling tissue. He undid her bra and watched it fall off her breasts. He held her close to him to maintain her returning heat. He could feel her
Hardened nipples against his warm chest. He wanted to start rocking her so he did, but smushed up to him. Pheobe started returning to her heated state.
"What's going on?" Pheobe asked.
"You're too cold," Quatre answered.
"I didn't mean that, I mean why are we, you know," Pheobe said.
"I told you, because you were cold and the only way to get warm is to hold each other close," Quatre said.
"Well, did you try the heater?" Pheobe asked.
Quatre didn't say anything. He felt like an idiot for not checking.
"Wait, didn't you call on a spell?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah, to turn the heater on," Pheobe said, then smiled, "Thank you for caring enough to keep me warm. I know you're gay. Thank you this means a lot to me."
"No problem, but I like Trowa and you now. So that makes me bisexual, doesn't it?" Quatre said.
Pheobe looked astonished at Quatre.
"You can't be. I won't be here long. You can't keep me," Pheobe said.
"Trowa loves you too. He wants us to be a family," Quatre said, "To tell you the truth, so do I."
"I'm not a prostitute. If you want sex for pure pleasure I'm sure that there is a computer program for it," Pheobe snared.
"No, not for pure pleasure. To start a family. Trowa and I want children but none of us have fertile eggs. We know that you do and you're the perfect match," Quatre said.
"I have a human and I'm waiting for him," Pheobe said.
"Just to help us out, won't you help us out, Pheobe?" Quatre asked.
"I'm probably already pregnant, but do you know what that means?" Pheobe asked.
"Yeah, that we'll have to take of the little guy or gal," Quatre smiled.
"No, that I'll probably have a lot of kids. The Seanae don't only have one child. Minimum is two, but not many families have two, some have fifteen. The most a Seanae can have is twenty-five
in one litter," Pheobe explained.
"Holley smokes," Quatre, said, "you mean, we might have a lot of kids?"
"Over stating the obvious," Pheobe pointed out.
"I'd love to have kids that remind me of you," Quatre smiled.
He started kissing around her neck again; Pheobe closed her eyes and put her head on the pillow as Quatre spread feathery kisses all over her naked body. He needed a place to put his hands to work so he cupped her
breasts and started kneading them like dough. Then he kissed around her nipples and down her stomach and back up to her breasts. She rubbed his stomach and massaged his chest. Her tongue forcefully took his and she pressed her mouth
onto his like a savage beast. Her fingers explored his mid section feeling every part. She started rubbing his pecks to keep them warm. He lifted her arms and moved slowly down to her stomach. He finished off with a strong kiss on her
lips and they both fell asleep in each others arms.
TO BE CONTINUED...
