Wufei stumbled against the door to the mansion, weariness making his steps
uncertain. His eyelids drooped and his shoulders were slumped, as if he
simply could not bear the weight of his own body any longer.
:This mission was a real bitch,: he thought, tired enough that he allowed
himself to swear for no particular reason. He just wanted to get to the
room Quatre would have prepared for him and collapse on the nice, big, soft
:The nice, big, soft, empty, cold and lonely bed,: he mentally amended,
then swore at himself for doing so. :Dammit! I WILL NOT allow myself to
sink so far. They have all paired off nicely - good for them. I do not need
:Liar, liar, pants on fire.: the taunt from his childhood abruptly
returned to haunt him, and Wufei groaned. Yes, he WAS a liar, and his pants
were most definitely 'on fire' - he was just as affected by the stresses
of the war and his own growing body as the others, but he had no convenient
outlet for his desires.
:If only ONE of the others hadn't turned out omake, had only been interested
in girls. Heero, maybe - he could go off and be happy with Relena. Then,
maybe, just maybe, I could have gotten Duo interested in me.: He made his
way slowly up the stairs, knowing that when he got to the top, he'd be assaulted
by the sounds of the two happy couples, 'relieving stress.'
Even though he was braced for it, he physically winced away from the
soft moans and squeaking mattress noises coming from Quatre's room. :Only
Quatre's room? Heero or Duo must be out on a mission.:
His room, he knew, would be at the far end of the hall, as it always
was - sometimes, in his darker, more desperate moments, he thought Quatre
arranged it that way just to torture him. He trudged down the hall, trying
to ignore his stiff muscles protesting as he walked.
Just as he passed Quatre's door, a louder cry froze him in his tracks.
"Oh! Quatre! Oh my god!"
:That was Duo's voice.: Wufei thought disbelievingly, staring at the
closed door. :They. have they broken up? Have the couples split? That means.
that means. if Heero and Trowa aren't together, then maybe.:
"Hee.HEERO!" Quatre's sweet voice sounded almost pained,
but the thread of ecstasy within it was unmistakably that of a boy on the
edge of orgasm. Wufei felt himself trembling as Heero's harsh voice answered
in a wordless shout.
"Oh, gods." he mumbled aloud as he forced his body to continue
on to his room. He burst through the door and nearly slammed it behind him,
leaning against it and panting. His eyes were wide and his body was still
trembling, and he mentally cursed his own weakness.
"This is what comes of allowing yourself to be weak, to need others,"
he berated himself aloud. "It gives them the power to hurt you. Nataku,
forgive me! I am not strong enough!" Viciously scrubbing at his eyes,
trying desperately to keep the threatening tears at bay, he slumped down
to the floor.
Tugging his knees to his chest, he rocked slowly back and forth. The
sounds from the other room had subsided now, only an occasional muted murmur
reaching his ears. His entire body ached with longing, wanting, needing
that physical contact which the others took for granted.
:Odd that all five of us would be omake,: some tiny corner of his mind
noted distantly. :I wonder if that was a conscious decision on the part
of the scientists? And if so, how did they know?:
His body wasn't interested in such philosophical maundering - it knew
what it wanted, and it wanted it NOW. RIGHT now. It wanted him to open the
door, march into Quatre's room, and join in on whatever festivities were
currently taking place in there.
:Wouldn't THAT surprise them all?: He thought derisively. :I know what
they think of me. Prude. Puritanical. Stick so far up my ass, there wouldn't
be room for one of them.: He snorted at the mental image.
Slowly, stiffly, he rose to his feet, and began methodically shedding
his garments. For once not caring, he dropped them to the floor, moving
towards the bed as he undressed. He flopped down and tugged his shoes off,
letting his pants fall free from his ankles. Nude, he briefly contemplated
retrieving a fresh pair of boxers to sleep in, but decided it just wasn't
worth the effort.
:Maybe a good night's rest will make things seem better in the morning.:
He lay back and pulled one light sheet over his body - although it was warm
enough to sleep with no coverings, he felt. indecent, somehow, bared completely
to the air.
He was exhausted, both mentally and physically, but his body seemed
determined to deny him the oblivion of sleep. He hovered in that state of
curious awareness, between sleeping and waking, between dreams and reality.
He could not even focus himself long enough to start a meditation exercise
to calm his mind and relax his body.
His bed was against the wall that bordered on Quatre's room, and from
the soft sounds he could hear from beyond it, Quatre's bed was also against
that wall. He was intensely aware of each time someone shifted slightly,
making the springs squeak ever so quietly. :Where's Trowa?: He though absently.
:Are they all in there? Gods.:
His body reacted to the very thought, returning to full readiness from
the semi-relaxed state he'd managed to attain. :Wonderful,: he groaned miserably.
:Now I'll NEVER get to sleep.:
From the other side of the wall, the soft murmurings had picked up.
Suddenly it seemed as if the sturdy house were made of paper, as Wufei's
sharp hearing picked up every longing moan and erotic gasp. Stifling a moan
of his own, he tried to tune them out.
"Heero." That was Trowa's voice, confirming the Chinese boy's
guess that all four of them were in there.
:Gods, they're starting again!: He found himself unable to ignore the
incredibly erotic sounds, feeling like a voyeur, but unable to keep his
fascination from rising.
:I've never heard it this clearly before. and I've never even thought
about the possibility of four people all together. Gods. the combinations.:
He hardened further at the thought.
He could follow most of what they were doing by the soft moans, gasps
and cries they gave. Every so often, one would call another's name, letting
him know who was doing what to whom.
His vivid imagination provided an image of himself joining them - what
they would do to him, what he would do to them. With a helpless moan, he
arched his hips upwards, seeking the contact his mind was imagining.
:I. I can't take this. I need.: Reluctantly, knowing it was the only
thing which could possibly allow him to relax enough to sleep, he brought
his right hand down to cover his straining erection.
"Ohhhh." he breathed, stroking himself gently. It wasn't
the first time he'd resorted to such actions, but neither was it a frequent
occurrence. He regarded it as a failing, a weakness to which he succumbed.
But tonight, the tension was just too much to bear.
"Oh, God, Trowa. yeah. suck me. oh my god.." Duo moaned loudly,
and Wufei clenched his teeth. His hand clasped more firmly about his erection.
Quatre gave a soft cry, and began to moan rhythmically. The springs
squeaked in time with him, indicating he was taking it up the ass from someone.
Wufei found his hand pumping in time with the sounds, imagining it was himself
buried in Quatre's warm, wet depths.
"Mmmnnn." He gritted his teeth and suppressed the moan building
in his throat. The calluses on his fingers scraped against his delicate
flesh, sending shivers up and down his spine. His free hand wandered up
to pinch at his nipples, wrenching a muted cry from his throat.
:If I can hear them, they can hear me, as well - I must not let them
know that I'm so weak!: But his body disagreed, causing him to pant and
moan softly. :I.. I must not.:
His hips bucked and thrust beneath his rough ministrations, instinctively
seeking to get away from the pain, and get closer to the pleasure, all at
once. He was harsh on himself, as he always was, welcoming the pain as something
he deserved for being so weak. But it was the pleasure that was all-consuming,
sweeping him up and carrying him along on a current so strong, it was overwhelming.
The cries from the next room rose in volume, reaching a fever pitch.
Duo was making a constant stream of noise now, and he could hear Heero's
harsh grunts and Trowa's soft pants as well. Quatre produced the most erotic
mewing sounds that Wufei had ever heard. Wufei heard his own pants and cries
become louder, but was helpless to silence himself.
He felt the tension within his body rising to a familiar peak, twining
and coiling within him. His hand pumped faster, squeezing harder, as every
muscle in his body sang, wire-tight.
With a loud cry, he exploded, his seed spurting hotly over his hand
and stomach. Sobbing for breath, he collapsed back onto the mattress, completely
drained. The noises form the other room had also reached their peak and
fallen off, as the four boys settled in to sleep.
Wufei finally mustered the strength to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
:Thank the gods - they wouldn't have heard me, with all the noise they were
making. And it sounds like they've finally finished for the night. Maybe
now, I can sleep.:
But though his body was relieved of sexual frustration for the moment,
sleep still eluded him. Now it was his deep sense of guilt and shame, which
kept him awake. :Gomen, Nataku - once again, I have proved myself unworthy
of you. I'll never deserve you. and I'll never deserve them.: