Shangri-La (formerly "untitled 4x(1x2) Ficcie")

-----part 1----- 

Quatre watched, silently, as the tension built up between Duo and Heero. He knew 
each pilot wanted the other. He could see it in the way they talked, their 
protectiveness of each other. Sooner or later, he thought, the tension would 
snap, and then...

As he drifted off to sleep, he smiled, to himself. Tomorrow was Saturday, It was 
their day off and he'd thought of a perfect way to spend it.

*****

Heero woke and walked into the kitchen. Quatre was already there, making some 
breakfast for himself. He noticed that the bathrobe Quatre was wearing was loose, 
falling from one shoulder or the other each time the boy reached for an item. He 
sighed inwardly as he took in the curves of the Arabian boy's shoulders, so much 
like others he longed to touched.

The owner of the shoulders in question walked into the room at that point, his 
long braid flicking seductively across the curve of his attractive backside.

"Morning, Heero! Quatre!" he said, cheerfully. "So, what's on the agenda for 
today?"

"Hn..." Heero muttered.

"You know you're really cute when you do that." Duo smirked.

"Omae o korosu."

"He's right, you know." Quatre told Heero. "You are cute. You both are. I guess 
that's why I want you so badly. Both of you. I'm jealous. You love each other, 
you know. I just wish you could love me, too."

"Duo..." Heero whispered. "Do you really...?"

Duo nodded. He did love Heero. Had loved him for some time. And now he knew 
Heero loved him. Knew him because of Quatre. Sweet Quatre who would never hurt 
or deceive them. Pure Quatre, who wanted to lose his virginity to Heero and Duo 
himself.

-----part 2----- 

"Come." Heero ordered, meaning to continue this rather pleasant turn of events 
in his bedroom where they could be far more comfortable.

"But we haven't even undressed yet!" Duo exclaimed. "I mean, you think we'd at 
least get into some foreplay be... mmmph!"

Quatre explored Duo's mouth with his tongue as he captured the American pilot's 
lips with his own.

Heero slipped his hand into Quatre's slacks, determined to show the young 
Arabian pilot his undying gratitude for Quatre's having so effectively shut Duo 
up.

Quatre moaned, his legs buckling at Heero's touch. If Heero hadn't been grasping 
him in just the right way, he'd have come immediately.

Duo unbuckled and pulled down Quatre's pants, giving Heero better access to the 
blond pilot, returning Quatre's passionate kiss, his own tongue now clashing 
with Quatre's as the heat rose between them.

Then Quatre unbuttoned Duo's shirt, kissing his way down the braided pilot's 
chest and stomach. The blond Arabian undid and removing Duo's pants and 
undershorts, taking Duo into his mouth the way he'd done in so many of his 
dreams and fantasies.

Duo threw back his head in ecstasy as he felt the wet heat of Quatre's mouth 
engulf him. It felt so very wonderful. He grasped Quatre's shoulders and began 
to thrust into the sweet, unassuming mouth.

Quatre soon worked out a rhythm and began move his mouth up and down Duo's shaft 
in time to the braided pilot's thrusts. At the same time, he rocked his hips 
against Heero's groping, stroking hands, enjoying the way they caressed every 
part of his maleness. He felt one of Heero's fingers work its way, slowly, up 
inside him. His breathing quickened as he realized what the Perfect Soldier 
planned to do.

"Please," Quatre begged. "I've never done anything like this before."

Heero nodded and dipped his fingers into a jar of cooking grease. He carefully 
worked it into Quatre's virgin hole, lubricating and readying the Arabian pilot.

Quatre let out a pleading whimper, unable to speak with Duo still buried in his 
mouth, and pushed back against Heero to demonstrate his need to have the 
Japanese pilot buried in him.

Heero was reminded of a cat in heat as he continued to stroke an fondle Quatre. 
He unzipped his pants and began to rub the head of his manhood against Quatre's 
opening, waiting for Quatre to relax enough to be penetrated. Then, he was 
pushing into the blond Arabian, slowly, carefully, and Quatre was pushing back 
against him. Heero penetrated Quatre as Quatre impaled himself upon Heero, still 
working his lips up and down along Duo's shaft.

As soon as Heero was fully buried inside of Quatre, Duo came, his entire body 
going rigid, as he pumped his seed into Quatre's mouth.

Quatre swallowed every drop, savoring the sweet flavor of Duo's orgasm. Then he 
drew himself up, careful not to pull away from Heero's wonderful thrusts, and 
kissed Duo, letting the braided pilot taste his own seed as Heero reached around 
and begin to apply the grease to Duo the same way he'd done to Quatre, knowing 
full well that Duo was also a virgin.

Duo pulled back from the kiss and kissed his way down Quatre's body, mimicking 
Quatre's earlier actions. He sucked vigorously, bobbing his head up and down 
along Quatre's shaft, until Quatre cried out and came, filling Duo's mouth even 
as the blond pilot felt Heero tense up, ready to come. But to Quatre's 
disappointment, Heero pulled out of him before he came. 

Quatre let out a tired whimper of protest, but was too exhausted to do anything 
else.

"I'm sorry," Heero said as he moved behind Duo and pushed into him. "My thrusts 
are for you, Quatre, but my seed is for Duo."

Duo quivered as Heero came deep inside him. He kissed Quatre's sleeping lips as 
he felt Heero's seed filling him. After some time, he felt Heero's orgasm start 
to taper off. But by then he was already passing out from exhaustion.

A moment after Duo passed out, Heero's orgasm finally ended.

"Not bad, " Heero mused as unconsciousness claimed him, "for my first time." 

-----Owari-----