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First Aid At It's Finest

By: Juleswriter

Email: jules_writer@hotmail.com


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Quatre Raberba Winner glanced around apprehensively at the table full of men before returning attention to his drink.  Too many of them were staring at him funny.

“So, Trowa, how’s work been?”  Quatre smiled at his friend, wishing they’d agreed to meet somewhere else other than this bar to catch up on life.

“Same old, same old.” 

Quatre watched Trowa take a swig of his beer. 

“I swear, Quatre, if things don’t pick up there soon, I’m going to put my application in at another company.”

“You’re kidding.” 

Trowa put his beer down with a trembling hand. 

“Uh, Trowa, are you okay?”

“No.  I feel like shit.”

“After half a beer?”

Trowa snorted.  “No, I think I’ve got the flu.”

“What?  Why didn’t you say so?  We could have rescheduled for another day.”

“I haven’t seen you in a month Quatre, I wanted to get together.”

“Yeah, but Trowa you’re sick.”

“Unfortunately, this beer isn’t helping.  I should go before I start puking.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah.  Sorry Quatre.”  Trowa looked at the rest of the guys at the table.  “Fella’s this is my friend Quatre.  I’m sick and I’m going home, but he deserves a night out.  Make sure he doesn’t go home sober!”

“No problem!”

“You got it, Trowa!”

Trowa smiled at Quatre as he got off his chair.

“There you go, they’ll make sure you have a good time.  Call me in a few days.  See ya!”

“Okay, bye Trowa.”  Quatre waved as Trowa left, watching him walk out of the bar.  Great, now he was on his own with no one he knew to talk to.

“So Quatre, what do you do for a living?” A guy with the longest hair Quatre had ever seen asked as he took Trowa’s chair.

“I’m a manager at my family’s manufacturing company.”

“Oh yeah, that’s cool.”  The guy stuck out his hand.  “My name is Duo Maxwell, by the way.”

Quatre shook his hand, swallowing when Duo held onto it a little longer than necessary.

“So, you got a girlfriend?” Duo asked.

“Uh, well, no actually.”

“Good.”  Duo smiled at Quatre in a way that made him feel very uneasy.

“Wanna dance?”

Quatre turned to see another man standing on the other side of him, long platinum blonde hair hanging loosely down his back, though not as long as Duo’s.

“Hey back off, Zechs, I’m talking to Quatre right now.”

The guy, Zechs, gave Duo a haughty look.  “I don’t see your name on him anywhere.”

Quatre stared in shock at the man and then at Duo.  What were they talking about?

“You just haven’t looked close enough.”

“Oh, but I plan to.”

“Get a grip on reality.”

Quatre edged his chair back, trying to figure a way out from in between the two antagonists.  They didn’t seem to notice as he slid off his seat and moved away.

“Let me buy you another beer.”  Quatre turned to see another man, this one with shoulder length black hair, standing at behind him, a friendly smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about those two, they fight like that all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.  I’m Wufei.”  He stuck out his hand and Quatre shook it, and again had his hand held just a second too long.  What was with everybody in this place?

“Come on, the bar’s over here.”

Quatre followed Wufei up to the bar and waited while he ordered them both a couple of beers.  Wufei handed him one, then pointed at Duo and Zechs, now standing toe to toe by their table.

“Will you look at those two.”  Wufei shook his head and laughed.  Quatre watched them, they looked like they were ready to come to blows.

Wufei elbowed him.  “Hey this is a good song.  Let’s dance.”

“Um…”  Quatre glance at the dance floor surprised to see several guys dancing with guys out there.  “Okay.”

He followed Wufei, still holding his beer and went out of the floor.  They danced to a couple of songs, lauging a little at the antics of some of the other dancers, but on the third song, Wufei started to dance too close.  Quatre kept backing up until his back was right up against the railing.  Wufei pressed in even closer. 

Quatre was about to duck under the railing and hightail it out of there when an angry voice spoke up from beside them.

“I never figured you for a poacher, Wufei.”

Quatre turned to see Both Duo and Zechs standing there, arms crossed.

“Hey, he could have said no.” Wufei told them with a smirk.

Duo and Zechs looked at Quatre.

“Well, it didn’t seem polite to refuse after he bought me this beer.”

“Quatre you’re too kind.  You better watch out for him, if you give this guy an inch, he’ll take a mile.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Wufei said with a sidelong glance at Quatre.

Quatre’s eyes widened.  What was that supposed to mean?

“I don’t think Quatre likes you Wufei,” Duo said.

“And he likes you?”  Wufei laughed.  “Go bother someone else.”

“Oh, but you’re so handy.”  Duo slugged him.

Wufei came up with a punch of his own that sent Duo reeling into Zechs.  Quatre stood there in shock.  They were fighting.  And it sounded like they were fighting over him.  No, that couldn’t be right.

Zechs threw Duo off him and landed a kick on Wufei.  That sent Wufei into Quatre, who hit his head on the railing surrounding the dance floor.  He blacked out.

“Get those guys out of here!”  A very irate voice shouted from somewhere above his head.  Quatre opened his eyes to see Duo, Zechs and Wufei still battling on the dance floor. 

The irate voice moved closer.  “Come on guys break it up!”  Quatre looked up to see a tall man with short shaggy dark hair standing over him, directing four bouncers as they separated the combatants on the floor.

The man glanced down at Quatre.  “Friends of yours?”

“Not really, I just met them this evening.”  Quatre rubbed the top of his head where he’d hit the railing.  His hand came away covered in blood.

“You’re injured.”  The man reached a hand down to help Quatre up.  Quatre took it and was pulled quickly into a standing position.  The room spun.

“Dizzy?”

Quatre nodded.

“I’ve got a first aid kit in my office.”  He pulled Quatre along with him, using very little effort, or so it felt like to Quatre, while yelling at his staff.

“Get those guys out of here.  They’ve caused enough trouble for one night.”

The man led Quatre to the back of the bar and punched a code into the keypad on the door lock.  He opened the door to a long dark hallway.

“It’s here.”  The man opened a door, guiding Quatre inside, he left the light off.

“Sit here, while I get the first aid kit.”

He pushed Quatre down into a chair and left.  A light turned on.  Quatre turned to see a tiny bathroom and the man bending over to grab a red bag out of a cupboard under the sink.  He came out and set the bag on the desk.

“Let’s have a look at your head.”

Quatre obediently turned around, a second later he felt the man’s fingers probing the sore area on the back of his skull.

“Who are you?” Quatre asked, wincing as he hit a particularly tender spot.

“Heero Yuy, the manager here.”

“My name is Quatre Rebaba Winner, I’m really sorry about what happened out there,” Quatre said miserably, he’d never felt this embarrassed in his life.

“It wasn’t your fault.  Duo and Zechs get themselves thrown out of here on a regular basis.  It’s Wufei I’m surprised about,” Heero told him finishing his examination and unzipping the first aid kit.  “He never fights.  You must be something special.”

“What?” Quatre choked.  “What do you mean?”

“Take a deep breath, this’ll sting a little.”

Quatre gasped as something cold and tingly was pressed against his head.

“You’ve got a small cut, not big enough for stitches.  It’s already stopped bleeding, I’m just cleaning it up a little.”

The stinging eased.  Heero went into the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth.  He carefully wiped away the blood out of Quatre’s hair, the massaging motion easing the dull ache in his skull at the same time.

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome.  Have you been to Paradise before, Quatre?”

“No, this is my first time at this bar.”

“I see.  What brought you here?”

“A friend of mine suggested it.”

“A friend?”

“Yeah, we’ve known each other since college.”

“What’s his name?”

“Trowa Barton.”

“Barton is a friend of yours?”  Heero sounded surprised.

“Yes.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“What?”  Quatre spun around.  Heero zipped the first aid kit back together.  “What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s an idiot for bringing you here, Quatre.  You obviously don’t belong in a place like this.”

 “I know I look young, but I assure you I’m legal.”  Quatre was insulted, his slight size was always giving people the wrong impression and he hated it when they made assumptions based on it.

Heero put the kit back in the bathroom, but left the light on when he came out.  He paced forward, looking almost angry, the expression in his eyes dangerous.  Quatre automatically backed up, sensing the menace radiating from the other man, but ran into the desk.  Heero stopped in front of him, trapping him there.

“Oh I believe you’re legal, it’s just that you don’t look it.” 

Heero’s eyes travelled up and down Quatre’s body in a manner Quatre had never seen before.  It was as if Heero was imagining him with no clothes on.  He kicked himself, what a ridiculous thought, Heero’s probably angry that he’d gotten hurt in that brawl.  As the bar’s manager he’d want to make sure Quatre wasn’t going to sue him or something.

“You look about sixteen, that’s something half the guys in this bar would kidnap you for.  That and your innocent blue eyes and blonde hair.”  Heero’s hand reached up to finger his bangs before running those fingers down his face.

Quatre swallowed not understanding what Heero meant.  This wasn’t the lecture on not fighting that he was expecting.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I watched you from our security room.  You have no idea what kind of bar this is do you?”

“What…what do you mean?  What kind of bar this is it?”

Heero moved forward, planting one hand on the desk beside Quatre, the other wrapped around his head, holding it still.

“This is a gay bar,” he whispered.

Quatre’s mouth feel open in shock. 

Heero’s mouth swooped down on his lips taking them in a kiss that shocked Quatre down to his toes.

He’d never been kissed by a man before and had only took that liberty with a couple of women, never seeming to be able to find that one person to incite passion in him.

This was a whole new experience for him.

At first he struggled, trying to yank his head away from those burning lips, but Heero held his head firmly and wouldn’t let go.  Then he tried to push Heero away, but Heero blocked that move as well, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, not to hurt, just to immobilize him.

Heero’s tongue flicked out to touch and tease his and Quatre’s eyes widened in shock.  The feeling was amazing.  Wonderful.  Electric.  Heero did it again and Quatre couldn’t help moaning in response, his eyes sliding shut.

“You like that, do you?”  Heero broke the kiss, his face hovering in front of Quatre’s.  His breath washed over Quatre’s skin, making him quiver.

Heero tugged on Quatre’s arm.  “Do you?”

“Yes.”

Quatre’s eyes snapped open as he realized what he said.  Mortified, he struggled to get free.

Heero grabbed his other arm and raised both over his head, pushing him down on the desk, holding his wrists against the cool surface with one hand.  Quatre tried to wiggle away, but Heero stepped in between his legs and leaned down, trapping him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Heero trailed his free hand over Quatre’s lips, down his neck to the first button on his shirt.  He pulled it free.

“Let me up.”

“Oh I intend to get you up alright.”

Quatre’s breath stalled in his chest.  There was no mistaking Heero’s intent.

“I meant let me go.”

“No.”

Another button free.  And another.

Quatre lay quivering beneath Heero’s hard body in a state of shock.  He could not believe this was happening to him.

Heero finished unbuttoning Quatre’s shirt and pulled it loose from his slacks.

“Now, let’s see what else you like.”

Heero bent down, setting his lips on Quatre’s neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin there.

Quatre’s grew wide as he felt Heero’s lips and tongue on him.  That amazing electric feeling zapped through him with every tongue stroke, causing him to throw his head back and groan.  Heero didn’t stop there however.  He continued to move down over Quatre’s collarbone, latching onto one of his nipples.  Heero circled the nub with his tongue then took it in his mouth, sucking strongly at it.

Quatre thought he was going to die.

An incredibly intense pulse of desire shot through him, centering on his groin.  His breath came in pants and when Heero switched to the other nipple he couldn’t stop from growling out loud.

Heero lifted his head, but didn’t stop the torment.  With his free hand he played with Quatre’s nipples, plucking and rubbing them mercilessly.

“Do you like this?”

Quatre tossed his head, knowing that if he answered he’d damn himself.

Keeping his eyes on Quatre’s face, Heero leaned down and licked one of Quatre’s nipples.

“Do you…”  Lick, lick.  “like it?”  Lick, lick.

“Yes!” Quatre sobbed.

Heero smiled.

“You like my tongue, don’t you?”  Lick, lick.  “Don’t you Quatre?”  Lick, lick.

“Yes!”

“Then you’ll like what I’m going to do with it next.”

Heero started unbuckling Quatre’s pants, ripping the belt out from the loops.  He looked at it.

“Now, this is going to come in handy.”

Quatre stared up at him, scared out of his wits and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

“What are you going to do with that?”

Heero’s eyes met his.  They radiated a lust that Quatre was sure was way over the legal limit.

“What do you think?”  He suddenly leaned over Quatre’s body wrapping the leather belt around his wrists before tying the ends to one of the desk legs.

Quatre tried to wiggle out from under and buck him off, anything to get away, but Heero was too quick and too strong for him.  Before he knew it Heero had him tied flat on his back to the desk, his legs dangling over the side.

Heero, still standing in between his spread thighs, ran his hands down Quatre’s chest until he reached the top of his pants.  He popped open the button and slid the zipper down, slowly.

“H--Heero, please don’t…”

“Please don’t--what?  Do you even know what I’m planning on doing to you?”

“No.”  Quatre had to be honest, he didn’t have a clue, but his imagination was coming up with more things than he was prepared to deal with.

“No?”

“No.  I’ve never…”  Quatre swallowed as Heero started to pull his pants down.

“Never--what?”

“Never--anything.”

His pants stopped their long slow slide down his legs.

Heero leaned over Quatre, one hand bracketing his face.

“What about with a woman?”

Quatre blinked at the intensity in his voice.

“N--no.  I’m kinda shy and I never met one I liked enough to, um, you know…”

Heero’s stare was unrelenting.  After several long moments he let his eyes trailed down Quatre’s body, landing on the obvious erection straining the front of his underwear.

“A virgin,” Heero breathed, sounding like he’d found the world’s biggest untapped diamond mine.

His eyes met Quatre’s again. 

Heart in his throat, Quatre watched as Heero leaned down, deliberately flicking his tongue across Quatre’s lips.  Quatre gasped and Heero took that opportunity to plunge that tongue deep into his mouth.

Quatre moaned, not even realizing that he was kissing Heero back.

One of Heero’s hands landed on the bulge in Quatre’s shorts.

Quatre nearly came off the desk.

Heero moulded the throbbing flesh through the thin cotton, making Quatre squirm and groan uncontrollably.  Still kissing Quatre, he used both hands to shove down Quatre’s underwear as far as his thighs, but didn’t touch him. 

He pulled his lips away, panting, staring down intently at Quatre.

“Do you like ice cream cones, Quatre?”

Quatre opened his eyes.  “Wh--what?”

“Ice cream cones, do you like them?”

“Yessss,” Quatre hissed, unable to stop thrusting his pelvis upward.  The feel of the air alone was making him crazy, but he needed more.

Heero backed up a step bending over Quatre’s hard cock.  The head was wet already.

“I love them, but do you know what I like best about them?”  He didn’t wait for an answer.  Planting his hands on either side of Quatre’s hips, he leaned down and ran his tongue up from the base of Quatre’s cock all the way to the top, very slowly.

“Arhhhhhh!” Quatre screamed, back bowing, head thrown back.

A tiny drop of semen trickled down one side, Heero quickly scooped it up with his tongue.

“I like catching all the drops of sticky sweetness as they run down the sides.”

Quatre panted as his shaking body slowly came back down to the surface of the desk.

“Oh God,” he moaned.

“What do you want, Quatre?”

Quatre didn’t respond.

Heero ran his tongue up Quatre’s cock, taking the smallest suck at the head, making Quatre scream again.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want--want you to--.”

“What?”  Heero licked him again.

“Arhhhh!  I don’t know what it’s called!”

“A blow job.”

Quatre shook his head back and forth.  That might be what it was called, but that’s not what he wanted.

“I want your mouth on me.  I want to feel your tongue and your teeth and your lips all over me.  I want--Arhhhhhh!”  Quatre would have continued, but Heero had heard enough.  He took Quatre’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head and sucking all at once.

His head bobbed up and down and he worked and stroked and sucked on Quatre’s now throbbing member.  The state Quatre was in, Heero didn’t think it would take long for him to explode.  He wasn’t wrong.

With an ear-piercing scream, Quatre pumped himself into Heero’s mouth.  Heero took everything he had and swallowed it down, sucking the head dry until he finished cuming.

Quatre lay flaccid and sweat-covered on the desk, while Heero finished stripping him of his clothes and then his own.  He reached into one of his desk drawers, pulling out a tube of lubricant.

Quatre came back to himself when he felt something cold and slippery tickle his ass.  Then it did more than tickle.  He craned his head up and was greeted with the sight of Heero standing naked between his legs.  Those were hung over Heero’s arms.  Heero’s gaze glittered with lust and as he met Quatre’s eyes, Heero thrust one slippery finger inside him.

Quatre tried to move away, but Heero put his other hand on Quatre’s stomach and held him down while he inserted a second finger.

Quatre gasped.

“Does that hurt?”  Heero’s voice sounded so deep and guttural that Quatre could hardly recognize it.

“No,” he whispered, swallowing.  A third finger.  Quatre started to quiver at the strange feeling of Heero’s fingers being inside him.

The fingers left.

Quatre watched as Heero coated his cock with the slippery stuff.  His eyes widened as he saw and felt Heero press it to his untried opening.

Heero closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he slowly pushed his cock inside.

Quatre forgot to breathe.

The feeling of Heero’s cock was both painful and promising.  He whimpered as the pain overrode the promise for a moment and Heero stop moving.

“Tell me when it stops hurting,” Heero panted.

Quatre looked down his body.  Heero was seated all the way in.  He closed his eyes, not believing that this was happening, wondering why it hadn’t happened sooner.

The promise of pleasure zinged across his nerve endings.

“Heero--please.”

It was all he needed to say.

Heero pulled out, the tightness making them both cry out and pushed back in.

“God, you’re so tight.”

“Is that good?”

“Yes.”  Heero punctuated his answer with a long smooth stroke, and then another one.  “Yes.”  And again.  “Yes.”

Pleasure exploded out of nowhere inside Quatre.  It rode him like a wave of hot lava from a bursting volcano, thick and heavy, flowing over his entire body, burning his nerve endings to a crisp.

“Ahhhhhhh!  Heero!”  The wave crested and stayed there sending sparks out to blind his eyes.  He was sure the room caught on fire.

A growl erupted from Heero’s mouth and he slammed into Quatre, again and again.  He rammed himself into Quatre one last time and held himself there, buried in the smaller man as he came and came and came.  Shaking he slumped forward.

Quatre took great gulps of air as he tried to calm his racing heart.  He’d never imagined anything could be that intense or feel that good.

Heero reached past his head and untied his arms.  He looked down at Quatre a strangely resigned expression on his face.

“I won’t stop you if you want to report me to the cops.  You were worth it.”

“For what?”

“Rape.”

Quatre stared at him.  “I might be convinced to forget to make any reports.”

Heero raised one eyebrow in surprise.  “Oh?”

“Provided you do this to me again.  Soon.”

Heero allowed a small grin to crawl across his face.

“Next time you can tie me up.”



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