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Disclaimers:

This is an NC-17 yaoi fic, if the idea of yaoi and/or homosexual activity offends you then, aside from the fact that you are obviously very small-minded and so at the wrong site, you should get out now, while you have the chance.

Don’t own, don’t ask, don’t sue

Pairings: progressively 1x2, 2x4, 1x4, 1x2x4. This chapter: 1x4

Quatre: Is Trowa feeling better?

Rzeznik: I think so, his face looks normal.

Duo: That’s more than can be said for his hair.

Trowa: (in next room) I heard that! At least I don’t look like a Sailor Scout! No offence ladies.

Serena: None taken.



Hesitation



(part 3 of the “Three’s Company” series)

It was a typically beautiful sunny day, on a quaint little estate where the roads had no white lines and all the streets were lined with trees. Heero Yuy cycled calmly and, yes, cheerfully along under perfect azure skies, looking for all the world like he was your average teenage boy. Instead of a violent, dangerous and repeatedly suicidal Gundam pilot.

He breathed the crisp air in deeply, relishing the fact that English weather wasn’t all it was cracked down to be. It was Saturday morning, a.k.a Heero’s time to spend by himself. As important and loyal as all his friends were, Heero was one of those people that needed some time that was just for him. Not with his friends, not with Duo, just alone. It was as simple as that.

He also needed to prove to himself that he had the ability to get his boyfriend off his mind. So far, he’d been successful. But the one thing he hadn’t counted on were the invading thoughts of the sexy little blond boy being so persistent. He could clearly see Quatre in his mind, he could see the smile, the soft blond hair, and those gorgeous blue eyes that only served to bring to mind Duo’s own beautiful eyes.

*Ugh, stop it!* Heero reprimanded himself silently *You’re not that weak! Think about something else, look around* he cast his eyes about and stared intently at some nice green bushes.

*Cricket* he thought bitterly as he rode past the local club *this little island invented the sport and the whole world still beats them at it*

Heero swung his head around as another cyclist whizzed past him. Hn. That was all he needed. He turned into another street (read that any way you want) which was even quieter than the others. It was a completely empty road that was on a fairly steep incline. He looked about to make sure no one he knew could possibly see him before pushing off with his foot.

*Ha! The street is mine* he thought as he flew at top speed down the hill, scaring the hell out of an elderly couple who were walking along the sidewalk. Flying Wing Zero was wonderfully exhilarating but there was nothing as freeing as feeling the wind sweeping swiftly through his hair.

Heero smiled to himself before reaching the crossroads at the bottom of the hill, slamming the brakes into place and swerving harshly. He stared in frustration at the cyclist who he’d had to stop for. “What are you doing here, Chang?” he snapped.

“I’m cycling Yuy, what does it look like?” Wufei replied shrugging, “I would make the argument that this is a free country but with the way OZ have been running things these days, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Chang, Yuy.” The two cyclists turned to see that Trowa had come up from along another street. “Small world.”

Wufei sighed, “Barton, we all live, not only in the same street, but in the same house,” he threw his pedals forward and sat back down, “I’m off. The park down the street looks like a place for some peaceful meditation. I might be there for a while.”

“Well excuse me, perfect soldier,” Trowa retorted at the sour look on Heero’s face as Wufei cycled off, “I run into you on your own once and you decide to seethe with annoyance.”

Heero shook his head, “I’m not angry at you Trowa,” he said in all honesty, “I’m angry with myself. Apparently since Duo and I have been together, the control I had over my thoughts is slowly starting to slip.”

The tall boy laughed slightly, “I can sympathize, believe me. I’ll see you later.”

After his fellow pilots had left, Heero decided to go straight back home and see the two boys he was desperately lusting after. He took his bike around the back of the house, chained it to the gate, and stopped at the front door when he heard a scream. He frowned and held a hand to the gun in his pocket, thinking that it was a scream of pain or terror.

Heero smiled and leant back against the wall as he heard another scream. It was Quatre screaming, and very clearly screaming Duo’s name. He was perfectly well aware of the methods they’d agreed to use to ‘persuade’ the little blond. *I think I’ll wait out here for a couple of minutes* he decided, turning back to his bike and fixing the chain properly in place.

Once he was sure they’d finished what they were doing, he went back inside the house and caught Duo on his way upstairs. “Everything go alright?” he asked with a smirk.

Duo grinned and put his arms around Heero’s neck, “Like you wouldn’t believe, baby,” he replied, kissing him passionately, “I think he’ll really go in for the idea. He just needs another little push, if ya get what I mean.”

Heero nodded, “Leave it to me, honey.”

He walked into the kitchen to find Quatre sat at the breakfast bar, still grinning to himself. “Oh hi, Heero,” he said cheerfully, tucking his legs up timidly, “Did you have a good bike ride?” he asked, looking up shyly at the Japanese boy who’d silently made his way over to stand next to him, “Heero?”

Quatre closed his eyes as Heero slipped his hands around the blond boy’s head and kissed him, much more confidently than Duo had now that they knew Quatre was willing to go along with this for the time being at least. *This is really my day, isn’t it?* Quatre said to himself, smiling into the kiss and returning the embrace as he was pulled to his feet.

He giggled a little as Heero pulled his robe off. “Why did I even bother putting this back on?” Quatre asked rhetorically after it dropped to the floor.

The Wing pilot smirked and put an arm down to Quatre’s knees. The blond boy squeaked in surprise as Heero picked him up off the floor and automatically put his arms over his shoulders. “Heero, as cute as this is, what are you doing?” Quatre laughed.

Heero smiled, “Just come with me for a second.”

“Do I have a choice?” he asked playfully, as he was carried through to the den. Heero sat him gently down on the sofa after locking the door and kissed him, slowly pushing him onto his front. The Japanese boy ran his lips sensually along Quatre’s back, putting his hands around his chest to tease his nipples with his fingers. Quatre smiled and sighed softly, moving forwards into the tantalizing touch.

Heero tenderly nipped the small of Quatre’s back with his teeth and then pulled down Quatre’s boxers with his mouth. The blond boy moaned softly as he felt Heero’s bare skin slide against his own and realized that he’d taken his own clothes off in the process. Quatre jumped at the new touch, enjoying the feel of Heero’s hands as the tips of his fingers gently massaged the tender flesh of his ass.

“Uhh…” Quatre whimpered suddenly as Heero slipped a finger inside him. He squirmed as Heero moved his finger and tenderly pulled apart the cheeks of his ass and added a second finger. Quatre relaxed temporarily as he felt Heero pull his fingers away. “Aaah!” he squealed openly when the touch of the Japanese boy’s fingers was replaced by his tongue.

*How do people come up with this kind of thing?* Quatre asked himself, arching his back with the shivers it sent down his spine *not that I’m complaining*. He ached with desire and want for him, the touch was just so perfectly intimate he wanted to give in and tell them everything.

Heero pulled his hands away from Quatre’s nipples and wrapped them around his painfully hard erection. The blond boy cried out at the new sensation of the Wing pilot’s hands. “Heero…” he groaned, feeling Heero’s lips moving against his entrance. He pushed his hips back a few times and then shouted his lover’s name desperately as he climaxed for the second time that morning.

The Japanese pilot put his jeans back on, pulled up Quatre’s boxers and gave him his robe back. “So,” he began, sitting next to and putting an arm around a very exhausted Quatre, “what’s the verdict?”

The Sandrock pilot smiled broadly and rested his head on Heero’s chest, “Incredible,” he said plainly, “but I…there’s…”

Heero frowned, “What’s wrong?” he asked, “You know there’s nothing you can’t say to me,” he added, sensing it was a tricky subject for him, “or to Duo if you’d feel more comfortable talking to him.”

Quatre shook his head nervously *it’s just not obvious, stop hoping they’ll guess* he snapped at himself, “I know you care about me,” he started, echoing Duo’s words from before, “but… I just can’t imagine you’d understand.”

“This is something Duo and I can’t fix, isn’t it?” Heero ventured. Quatre nodded and sighed, “I’m sorry,” he said, getting to his feet with tears welling in his eyes, “I just can’t.” He left and went upstairs to his bedroom, hearing the door open as Trowa got back. He sat on his bed feeling terrible about what he’d just done, the way he’d just rejected them without giving them any reason whatsoever.

*It’s not as if I want to* he added mentally *do they honestly think I like feeling like this?* He dried his eyes as he pulled on his shirt, pants and shoes *I hate these clothes*.

But, dressing like he wanted to was exactly what he was worried about them finding out *Maybe they would understand* Quatre mused *it’s not like I’m the only case in the world* He yawned widely and dropped back onto his bed. *Since when am I so tired? Just gimme five minutes* he said to himself. He closed the door, slipped intosome of sister’s old clothes, and slid into bed.

*That’s better* he thought and fell asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.

~end of part three~

TBC…

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