by Gina Lin
"And if I've built this fortress around your heart,
"Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire,
"The let me build a bridge, for I cannot fill the chasm.
"And let me set the battlements on fire."
From "Fortress Around Your Heart" by Sting
"Still planning on leaving tomorrow?" a sleepy voice inserted itself into the morning languor.
"I've used up all my leave time," replied Wufei. He stretched, flinging an arm over his head, and yawned luxuriously.
"You remind me of a cat when you do that," said Quatre, regarding him through slitted eyes. "I'm going to start calling you `kuro-neko'."
"Black cat?" questioned Wufei, frowning. "Rather cute, don't you think?'
A pale hand snaked out from under the coverlet and trailed up defined caramel abdominals. "Most cats like their bellies rubbed."
"Stop that, we'll wake Trowa," Wufei hissed, stomach flinching in reaction. A smile flickered over his usually composed features. Soft, regular, breathing sounds punctuated the statement.
"Ticklish kuro-neko," whispered Quatre, grinning lopsidedly.
A shock of chestnut colored hair appeared over Quatre's shoulder.
"It's unspeakable to be up this early," mumbled Trowa thickly, pulling the sheet over his head.
"Told you," Wufei whispered, giving Quatre a reproving glance.
"He was playing possum, weren't you Tro?" asked Quatre, sticking an elbow into the slender back behind him.
"Don't," mumbled Trowa, shifting away on the bed.
"See, he's just not a morning person, you know that as well as I do."
"And you're unbearably chipper in the mornings, I know that too."
"Opposites attract, they say." Quatre looked briefly over his shoulder, and smiled fondly.
"Let's let him sleep, and I'll make you some breakfast."
Quatre sat up, ruffled through his longish hair, and gazed intently at Wufei.
"Our last day together, for a while, my kuro-neko."
"Will you miss me?" Wufei leaned forward until his head touched Quatre's shoulder, the dark silk strands of his hair brushing forward.
"I already do." A whisper breathed into the curve of an ear.
Trowa rolled up on one elbow and squinted at them through a curtain of hair.
"Isn't this farewell scene a bit premature?" he asked irritably.
"Go back to sleep, grumpy," said Wufei, reaching around Quatre and pushing him down on the bed in a playful manner.
"The least you can do is make me coffee," grumbled Trowa.
"If we want him to be civil to us, we'd better do it," said Wufei.
"Don't forget the croissant," said Trowa, pulling the pillow over his head.
"Oh, no, you're not getting away with that," said Quatre, pulling Wufei over on top of him and landing in Trowa's midsection.
Trowa made a noise that sounded like "oomph".
"Get him!" ordered Quatre, quickly straddling the taller man's middle, while Wufei pinned his wrists from above.
"All right, prisoner of love," leered Quatre, digging his knees into Trowa's sides enough to make him squirm, "You will give us the information we require." He caught Wufei's eye, and Wufei grinned back at him.
Trowa's expression never changed, although he wiggled experimentally against Wufei's hold on his wrists. Wufei tightened his grasp for a second, then leaned over and kissed Trowa on the forehead.
"I'm only giving you my name, rank and serial number," said Trowa dryly.
"You think?" asked Quatre archly. "We do have ways of making you talk."
"Scream, too," added Wufei, grinning widely for a moment, then assuming a serious expression.
"You'll never break me," said Trowa, playing along now. "I've been conditioned to resist all torture," he said, giving Quatre a mock glare.
"Even the notorious Chinese Tickle Torture?" asked Wufei, nodding at Quatre.
"Oh, NO!" rasped Trowa, thrashing his head back and forth dramatically. "Not the infamous Chinese Tickle Torture!" he said through clenched jaws.
Quatre had to bite the inside of his cheek not to laugh. He placed his hands lightly on the sides of Trowa's naked torso and looked away for a moment for composure.
"Oh, yes, prisoner," he finally said, getting back into his role. "That is exactly what you will suffer if you do not confess."
"All right," Trowa sighed, in a tone of surrender. "What do you want to know. I'll tell you anything, just please don't tickle me."
"Oh, I don't know," said Quatre lightly. "What was that we were going to ask him, Wu?"
Wufei smirked. "Damnit, Quatre, I wanted to tickle him. I hate it when they give in too soon."
"Oh, go ahead," said Quatre with feigned indifference. "We'll teach him to ruin our fun."
"Don't you dare," threatened Trowa. "Come on, Cat, Wu, you know how ticklish I am."
"Wu, he's begging!" said Quatre delightedly. "Isn't it cute?" He ran his hands lightly down Trowa's ribs, making Trowa writhe under him.
"Adorable," agreed Wufei.
"I mean it," said Trowa, wiggling in earnest now, but not breaking Wufei's relatively light hold on his wrists.
"Okay, I remember the question," said Quatre, looking ingenuous.
"AW," said Wufei in dismay. "It was just getting good too."
"Do you love us, prisoner?" asked Quatre, leaning forward to capture Trowa's mouth in a gentle, open-mouthed kiss.
"He can't answer when you're doing that," Wufei pointed out, leaning over to nuzzle the top of Quatre's sweet-smelling hair.
Quatre lowered his head into the hollow of Trowa's shoulder, "He's a very inventive prisoner," he said, softly, beginning to run his lips lightly against the other man's neck. "He'll manage."
"Lets see," said Wufei, bending over to kiss Trowa from above, lightly grasping his lower lip with his teeth and tugging it down. Small whimpers of satisfaction came from Trowa, as Wufei allowed him to suckle his lower lip as he arched into Quatre.
"He responds well to this kind of torture," murmured Quatre, sliding down to straddle Trowa's thighs, brushing his hardness teasingly along Trowa's own wakening member.
Wufei released Trowa's wrists and his mouth at the same time.
"Tell us what you want," breathed Quatre into his tall lover's navel.
"No time to be shy," said Wufei, sliding underneath Trowa's shoulders and running his tongue down the side of his jaw. The light graze of morning stubble tickled his tongue, and he rubbed his lips. Trowa chuckled at him reached around to pull his head down in to a kiss.
"You two have a knack for giving me difficult decisions," he hissed, as Wufei broke off the kiss and reached around him to brush his fingertips across his sensitive nipples.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace," warned Quatre, giving him a saucy lick along the inside of his thigh, then rubbing his cheek along the smoothness.
"Just do it, Cat!" their "prisoner" gasped urgently, sliding down on the smooth sheets.
Wufei's laugh rumbled in his ear. "And you said we couldn't break you."
"If this is torture, give me more," Trowa groaned, as Quatre's warm mouth engulfed him, caressing him, pleasuring him exquisitely and thoroughly.
"Kiss me, Fei," he pleaded, arching up his back and inclining his head for another long kiss. Wufei obliged him, embracing him tightly from behind, caressing him with his hands all the while.
He broke off the match of their tongues as Trowa's breathing became ragged and harsh and he began to push his hips against Quatre's insistent attention to his erection.
"I've got you, my love," whispered Wufei in his ear, leaving small kisses across his forehead, his eyelids. "We love you, I love you, let it go."
With his breath coming as almost sobs, he released his passion into Quatre's warm cavern. Quatre released him, with a few last caresses with his tongue to catch every drop of his love's precious offering. He wrapped an arm across his love's trembling thighs and laid his head on Trowa's still heaving stomach.
"It's all right, muHibb," he said after a few moments, lightly rubbing his thighs. "It's all right."
"Intense," was all Trowa finally said, still panting.
Wufei slid his leg out from under Trowa's head, and slid down alongside his side to embrace him, now offering his shoulder as a support for Trowa's head.
"Wonderful," he whispered to Trowa. "I love seeing you like that."
He kissed him gently on the lips.
Quatre slid up and embraced the chestnut haired man from the other side.
He reached across and caressed Wufei's arm that was draped across Trowa's chest. "Fei," he murmured.
Wufei leaned over Trowa's spent form and tipped his head to receive the waiting kiss from Quatre.
"Need you, Fei," said Quatre his voice roughened with passion, "Love you."
"I love you too," whispered Wufei, as they pressed their foreheads together.
"I'm spent," mumbled Trowa. "Pardon me if I just cuddle."
Quatre snickered a little against Wufei's neck. Wufei snorted.
"Fellatio before coffee is inhumane."
"Quit complaining," said Quatre, still chuckling. "At least your `problem' has been taken care of."
"And quite nicely, merci," said Trowa drowsily. "But I see you're both still suffering."
"I think Fei and I can work out something to take care of our mutual condition," murmured Quatre.
"Oh, hell yes," said Wufei, leaning over and kissing Quatre.
Trowa reached up and held Wufei from behind wrapping his long arms around his torso and pressing his face against his shoulder.
"Do you trust us enough to do something you've never done?" he whispered into Wufei's ear.
Quatre shook his head. "It's all right if you're not ready for more. Whatever you want, love. I only want you to be happy."
Wufei hesitated. "We've gone slowly. You've been…patient with me."
Quatre put his arms around Wufei, and they both held him. "Tell us what you want," Quatre whispered as he began to kiss him on the throat, and running his tongue down into the hollow there.
"You're as safe as in your mother's arms with me," said Trowa, nuzzling his silky hair. "I'll never hurt you."
"I'll never hurt you," echoed Quatre, as he leaned in to kiss Trowa, then Wufei with a brush of lips.
Wufei's breath shuddered in his chest. "Please I need, I need…" he broke off.
"You need me?" prompted Quatre gently, gazing into his eyes. "You can say it. I already feel it, know it, but please say it."
"I want to give myself to you," the dark-eyed man said quietly. "Will you take me? I want both of you so much."
"Oh Fei," Quatre said, his voice quavering. "I've waited so long for your trust." He fell upon the other man's neck. "So long."
"I can't leave without you both knowing how much I love you," whispered Wufei.
"I don't want you to leave," said Trowa.
"Please don't leave us again," said Quatre.
"I'll be back," said Wufei. "This will be our last goodbye, I promise."
The room was quiet for interminable seconds while they all caught their breath.
Finally, Wufei spoke hesitantly. "I still want to make love with you."
Quatre kissed him on the corner of the mouth. "Me too," he said smiling.
"Help us Tro," he said quietly.
"Relax against me," purred Trowa in the other man's ear. "I'll hold you."
"This will feel good," said Quatre soothingly. "Don't be nervous."
"I've heard…" said Wufei, his eyes widening slightly.
"It doesn't have to be like that," said Trowa. "It shouldn't hurt. It won't. Remember, we said we'd never hurt you."
"Okay," Wufei exhaled. "Good."
Trowa gently stroked his hair, kissing his neck until he was limp in his arms as Quatre prepared his entrance slowly and thoroughly.
"Oh," Wufei gasped, "That feels good! So good."
Trowa reached down and stroked his hardening penis firmly and pressed kisses on his neck and shoulders, distracting him from the strange new sensations.
"Don't stop!" Wufei cried as questing digits brushed an exquisitely sensitive place inside of him. "More!"
Quatre knelt to slather a liberal amount of slickness onto his own member and pulled Wufei's legs around his waist. Then leaned forward to kiss Wufei once more, as he spoke against his lips.
"Now," he said, positioning himself to push into the welcome embrace of his lovers body.
After a moment of stillness, they began to find a natural rhythm of mutual pleasure, Wufei crying out wordlessly at the apex of each thrust that was answered in turn by his partner.
"Can't last!" Wufei groaned as he was stroked in turn by Trowa's talented hands upon his erection and by Quatre's exquisitely fierce thrusts inside of his body.
Quatre's head was thrown back, panting, and sweat dripped down his face as his pace grew faster and more frantic.
Wufei surrendered first to the dual onslaught, stiffening, arching and growling as he spent his passion upon his stomach and thighs.
As his muscles tightened around Quatre in release, the blond man also emptied himself, his breath sobbing and crying "Fei, Fei, Fei." He collapsed against Wufei, and Trowa held them both up for few moments as they recovered with harsh, shuddering breaths.
Quatre stirred and shifted, slowly pulling free of their intimate joining and relaxed, spooned into Wufei and Trowa's mutual embrace.
"It was good," Wufei finally said in a husky tone. "Good."
"Good but messy," said Trowa caressing them on their sides. "We all need a bath," he observed. "Especially Fei, he's sticky."
"Give me a minute," panted Quatre, "Can't move yet."
Wufei shook his head, "My legs are still shaking," he rasped.
"I still need coffee," Trowa sighed.
Quatre laughed and smacked him on the thigh as Wufei groaned into his neck.