*Warnings: Yep, you betcha, this is a warning. First time lemon. Yeah, you heard me, FIRST time written lemon and it's about time too! I hope you guys like this and please... *cringes* don't throw lemons at me if you don't like it, I just barely managed to write this up... hope you like it!
Jay: Desly, are you absolutely positive you want to do this?
Desly: Hai! Honto ni! It's been too long and I should be able to piece a a decent fic about it by now.
Jay: Positive?
Desly: Hai! Lemons! Oh, yeah, we're going to get some serious action here! ^______^
Jay: *sweatdrop* Are you sure..??
Desly: Ya wanna read off the warnings?
Jay: Hell, might as well. *coughs and holds up a scroll that unfurls and reaches the ground; raises an eyebrow* Ano, Desly, isn't this, um, a bit long?
Desly: *shrug* Shorten it then. I'm busy trying to finish up six other fics I have in progress. Wai~!
Jay: *¬_¬* Haiii... Minna-san, first time written lemon by Dess-chan, shounen ai, yaoi, 3x4. Can I read it?
Desly: *chibifies and busily types at a chibi laptop on her chibi lap nearby in a chibi area* Wai~! Jay-chan, I'm busy! Go knock yourself out! Just don't blame me for your nosebleeds! *continues to type in chibi form*
Jay: *glare* Crazy onna, by the way, it's JAY! Not Jay-chan! Ok, anyway, last thing, e-mail her at DeslyDuo@hotmail.com. She likes feedback. Trust me. She bugs me all the time. *Heero Yuy Glare*
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The heat was terrible, oh, was it terrible.
But it was even worse to know that you knew you couldn't and wouldn't 'get any' for a week straight. >.<
Quatre shaded his eyes in the north eastern part of the Sahara Desert, the very tip of the sea of sand. Being apart from his lover took its toll. The sun took full pleasure in beating down the awning that was set up by the Nile River that Quatre sat from. He shaded his eyes again and downed a large glass of sweet iced tea.
The heat was worsening and today was the day Trowa would come back from visiting Catherine in the nearby area, whereas, the circus was performing. Nothing could satisfy Quatre the whole week. He was parched, sweating, losing weight by the ounce and drinking all that iced tea was not helping one bit.
Worst of all, he was craving Trowa... badly. Saying he was horny was a big UNDER statement. In his dreams, Trowa haunted him and he always awoke with extremely wet shorts, sweating. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and he furiously wiped at it with the light Arabian scarf he wore around his head.
Rashid quickly approached him with a message. Trowa was only ten minutes away on a camel, being accompanied by several other Maganacs. Yes, the time was approaching rapidly. Quatre nodded back and informed Rashid to offer Trowa a wash up, from the diastrous sands and to cleanse himself.
A half an hour passed by and Quatre was sprawled out under the awning with his feet kicked up in the air as he watched the sun glow red and the early stars jumped into the sky. A tall slender figure slowly approached him from the left, the figure wasn't in a hurry, but a person could sense the urgancy to arrive somewhere from the person's stride. Quatre eyed the person and his eyes warily darted about himself. He was here.
Trowa smiled as he saw Quatre, but didn't rush himself as he approached him. The time would come and he would welcome it with open arms. He knelt by Quatre and brushed a feathery kiss on his cheek. Quatre turned around to find Trowa, clad in loose Arabian pants, a loose shirt that showcased some very nice muscles in his chest and was refreshed from his trip.
"Trowa!" Quatre jumped up and savagely hugged Trowa with all his might. Next time Trowa took a trip, he was going along, no matter what.
"Have fun?" Trowa hugged him back and kissed the top of Quatre's head.
"NO! I've been tired, hot, sweaty, grumpy and bored! And I missed you so much..." Quatre buried his face into the folds of his shirt and held onto him tightly.
A cool wind brushed by the young couple, flapping their clothes and cooling them. The temperature slowly began its descent down and late night animals began peeping out from under the sand. The couple stood like that for a while until Trowa gently tugged Quatre inside the tent that was made for them.
Trowa caught Quatre into his arms and closed the flap firmly behind them so that no one would walk in on them if anything happened. A candle stood on a nearby table and was lit, casting a faint glimmer of light that barely illuminated the area.
Quatre glanced up to look at Trowa. The week that seperated them was torture and he had barely made it. He looked around himself and back at Trowa. His skin was slightly darker, because of the unforgiving sun, giving off an exotic appearance that made him even more appealing to Quatre. He was still a little damp from his wash up, but the faint light glowed around him, flickering and dancing into the night.
The time was now.
Quatre flung off the scarf that bound his hair and pressed his lips urgently against Trowa's. He responded back immediately, he wasn't the only one that was deprived the whole week. Their tongues probed deep into each other's mouth and hands roamed around familiar territory, touching, and feeling with fiery passion.
Trowa slipped off the shirt he wore, still in mid-kiss and proceeded to unbutton Quatre's shirt as well. That article of clothing fell on the ground as well, joining his shirt. Their lips began to pulsate and burned at contact. They paused for a second to breath and Trowa eyed Quatre hungrily. Quatre gave him a 'come hither' look and swayed his hips against Trowa, pushing himself against him, seducing him into a weak state.
Trowa growled softly and relentlessly attacked. He kissed him on the lips and slowly traveled down to his neck, receiving a soft groan from his lover, while caressing him as well.
"Mmm..."
He sucked at the skin and kissed his way around Quatre's collarbone, drawing out another groan.
"Ahmmm....."
Quatre urgently tugged at his pants and almost ripped them off of Trowa if he hadn't stopped him. Trowa paused to unbuckle the loose sash that tied Quatre's pants and Quatre did the same for him. Pants and underwear joined the shirts on the ground as they both descended onto the bed of pillows that lay on the ground.
Quatre nibbled on Trowa's ear and left a trail of saliva from there to his lips where there tongues swirled together again and again in urgency. Trowa moaned and grounded his hips against Quatre's, emitting a long gasp from him.
His lips went back downwards to Quatre's chest and met an erect nub, taking a tentive nip at it, it hardened and its owner let out a groan. He smiled and did the same for the other, taking care that he licked each one tediously as well. Quatre's body arched itself against Trowa and he ventured downwards.
His lips traveled down to Quatre's naval, making a path with his tongue and smirked as Quatre gasped suddenly. He went down and to the side where his tongue met Quatre's inner thighs. Trowa's teasing made Quatre's eyes began to dilate and made him moan even louder.
"Trowwaa!" Quatre's voice cried out in urgency. "I need you in me NOW!"
Trowa smiled and lifted his head from his thigh. "Not yet..." he murmured as he blew a puff of air towards Quatre's member. It hardened and he could feel Quatre tense up against his own body. Quatre whimpered and shut his eyes tightly as Trowa began to gently caress his erection with his tongue. Quatre's whimpers turned into soft cries of agony and pleasure that echoed loudly in the tent they were in.
"Ahhh.... haaa....... ahhhh.... Tro-waahhhh...." Quatre stuttered out, his body thrusting against Trowa's warm and expertise mouth that caressed him.
Quatre's chest heaved in and out, faster and faster and his eyes squeezed shut. "I-I'm..... gunna...." he sputtered and then, it stopped. The pleasure, the sweet pain, the intense shoves, were all gone. He opened his eyes to find calm green gems looking at him from a crouched position. Quatre groaned and his head fell back onto a pillow. Trowa silently clambored back to Quatre and quietly whispered,
"Gomen nasai, but I was hoping if we came together...if you don't mind, that is...?"
Quatre weakly opened his eyes and smiled. "Hai," he murmured. "I should be sorry, but it was a WEEK... I couldn't control myself..."
"It's all right... neither could I..." Trowa mumbled. His right hand reached out instinctively to grab for a bottle of jasmine oil and found that it never moved where it was last placed. He popped the cork out and inhaled the aroma of the oil that flowed out of the bottle. "Mmm..." he looked at Quatre with a small smile. "Ready?"
Quatre nodded back enthusiastically and spread his legs further for more to come.
Trowa spilled the oil onto his hands and inserted a finger in the tight ring that was Quatre's entrance. He slowly massaged around the ring of muscle, gently rubbing and murmured to Quatre. Quatre felt the intruding finger and tried to relax against it. He felt it roam inside him, touching familiar areas, the areas where no one was allowed entry except his lover.
When Quatre looked relaxed, Trowa inserted two fingers and gently probed Quatre again. Quatre felt the change and his breathing immediately quickened. After a while, a third finger touched him again and this time, he touched it. He touched the spot that made Quatre jump. An almost chesire grin sneaked up onto Trowa's face as he blatantly touched Quatre, again and again.
"Trowa..." Quatre whimpered, bucking his hips, again and again every time Trowa touched that magic spot in him. "You're... driving... me... craaaaazy........" he gasped out loud.
Trowa stopped and spilled more of the jasmine oil onto his hand while Quatre stared at him with his eyes glazed over with pure lust. He rubbed his own erection that twitched with the jasmine oil and faced Quatre. Quatre raised his legs as Trowa slowly inserted his swollen member into him and pushed his way into Quatre's warm and tight cavern of muscle.
When he was sheathed fully into the Quatre, Quatre wrapped his legs around his waist and his eyes closed over as he concentrated on the feeling that was throbbing down there. Trowa leaned over to him and gave him a long and caressing kiss as he traced the outline of Quatre's face with his right hand.
"More... more... Trowa... more..." escaped from Quatre's mouth as his eyes suddenly flashed open and intently gazed Trowa with darkened over aqua eyes, filled with love and the need. The need to be screwed, fucked would be a better term.
With Quatre's visual consent, Trowa slowly thrust into him, feeling Quatre shove back hurridly. There they spiraled into the world where only the sex craved maniacs went. Into the world of feeling, where everything went obsolete except for their need for release of their pent up desires for each other.
With each shove and thrust, Trowa felt himself quickly lose himself into the white flashes and Quatre saw stars every time Trowa hit his prostate. Their need for each other sped them faster and faster while their cries and moans became louder and louder until the whole tent vibrated from their verbal shouts.
Quatre tensed up more and more and was soon going to go over the edge, his body rose to meet every push and shove he was given; Trowa sensed that and quickly wrapped his hand over his erection and pumped it rapidly, unyielding, never stopping. Quatre suddenly screamed out...
"TROOOWAAAAA!!!!" and shuddered violently before falling back, orgasming over Trowa, gasping for air and his eyes glazed over.
Feeling Quatre tighten on his own throbbing member, Trowa pushed into him one more time before giving into the light and shouted out his ecstacy...
"Q-QUUUATTREEEEEE!!!" Trowa slumped over a limp form that was smiling, still shivering from his pleasure shattering experience.
"Mmmm... that was.... great....." Quatre mumbled with a sultry smile and pulled Trowa into a kiss wholeheartedly. Slipping their tongues passed each other's lips, they re-explored the further recesses of each other's mouths, letting out moans from each touch.
Stopping for some air, Trowa slid back onto the silky cushions and wrapped his arms around Quatre in a loving embrace. With limbs tangled and feeling quite sated, they were content where they were.
Wrinkling his nose a little, Quatre stated out of nowhere, "Trowa-koi, we smell funky," and he received a laugh from his lover.
"Let's keep it like that for a while, ne? I missed you terribly and I'm happy just laying here next to you..." Trowa responded.
"...yeah, laying next to me after sex and quite naked sexy one...." Quatre poked Trowa's chest playfully and laughed at him.
"C'mere..." Trowa pounced on him once more and what followed was a lot of giggling while the candle that burned in their tent still shone brightly as it showed two shadows jostling each other into the night.
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^_^Owari^_^
Desly: Genki genki! I finished my FIRST LEMON FIC! Wooooohoooooo!!!! Yeaaahh baby! *does a little victory dance around the room*
Duo: *pops into the room* How come it wasn't about Hee-chan and me?
Heero: *appears out of nowhere* Yeah..... *predatory gleam appears in his eyes*
Desly: *freezes and waves new manuscripts in their faces* Gomen ne! Honto ni! HONTO NI! I've got my next lemon to be yours! Trust me! *waves papers once more*
Heero: *looks satisfied* Hn. Let's go, Duo. *drags him off to the nearest bedroom*
Quatre & Trowa: *walks in*
Quatre: *waves* Konnichiwa, Dess-chan!
Trowa: *nods* ... Dess-chan...
Desly: *bobs head enthusiastically* Haihaihai! Whatcha think of the lemon fic I juuuuust wrote?
Quatre: It's good...
Trowa: Nice details...
Quatre: Good setting...
Trowa: Appropriate usage of words...
Quatre: Nice way of expressing something intimate...
Trowa: Needs more...
Quatre: *adds* action and...
Trowa: sexy items at the character's dispense...
Trowa & Quatre: *both nod and waves at Desly as they walk out with smiles*
Desly: *looks at manuscripts and at the the lemon fic and groans* Oh maaaaan...... *walks over to the sofa by her desk* I'll take a nap... *conks out into the dream world of genki-ness*
Jay: *walks into the room to find papers flying everywhere so that anyone can get a papercut* Whoaaaa! *trips over Desly and the sofa* Yikes! *falls flat on his back* Itai... *looks at Desly and the flying manuscripts; he reaches up and grabs one and starts reading* Remember to e-mail Desly because she thrives on feedback and she needs it or else she can't write any more fics... hmmm.... not to mention she'll go mad and bug the hell outta me...*pulls a blanket out of hammerspace and covers Desly with it*
Desly: *mumbles incoherently* ......lemons.... kawaii..... *smiles*
Jay: *shuffles some papers with a raised eyebrow* All right, I'll clean this place up.... hmm..... a 1x2 fic.... this is interesting.... *looks up and sees viewer* Oh! Ja ne minna! *continues to read manuscripts*
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