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misanagiTwo drabbles because, really, I can't seem to say no.
"Don't leave." Trowa grabbed the back of Quatre's shirt, curling his fingers tightly around it while he held his breath.
Quatre didn't turn around but he didn't pull away either. There was a tense moment of silence. Trowa risked a glance behind him. Wufei had put on his pants and was waiting quietly by the bedroom door.
"Why?" Quatre's voice was distant but not cold.
"Because I love you." Trowa looked at Quatre's head, watched the way his neck moved slightly up at those words.
"I know," Quatre said, and took a step towards the door. Trowa felt the material of Quatre's shirt slip through his fingers. "That's why I have to go."
Quatre didn't look back once. After the door closed, Trowa turned to Wufei, and Wufei didn't meet his eyes.
___
Zechs watched them kiss. He could have turned away then but he didn't. He watched them undress, watch them touch each other, watch them come, and then he came himself.
He returned the next day, and so did they.
Zechs would have never thought he would find them, Chang Wufei and Trowa Barton, in a sex club. Never would have imagined that they enjoyed having sex in that booth, the one where anyone could watch, and they would never know.
It was addictive. Zechs went to the club every day, not willing to take the chance to miss a show. They weren't there always but when they were, they never disappointed.
Legs open and lips parted, Wufei waited for Trowa to touch him. And Trowa did, every inch, slowly and quickly, softly and hard, and Wufei always moaned, always.
It was torture, watching them fulfill his every fantasy and yet know he could never be a part of it. Zechs touched himself.
He will be back tomorrow.
"Don't leave." Trowa grabbed the back of Quatre's shirt, curling his fingers tightly around it while he held his breath.
Quatre didn't turn around but he didn't pull away either. There was a tense moment of silence. Trowa risked a glance behind him. Wufei had put on his pants and was waiting quietly by the bedroom door.
"Why?" Quatre's voice was distant but not cold.
"Because I love you." Trowa looked at Quatre's head, watched the way his neck moved slightly up at those words.
"I know," Quatre said, and took a step towards the door. Trowa felt the material of Quatre's shirt slip through his fingers. "That's why I have to go."
Quatre didn't look back once. After the door closed, Trowa turned to Wufei, and Wufei didn't meet his eyes.
___
Zechs watched them kiss. He could have turned away then but he didn't. He watched them undress, watch them touch each other, watch them come, and then he came himself.
He returned the next day, and so did they.
Zechs would have never thought he would find them, Chang Wufei and Trowa Barton, in a sex club. Never would have imagined that they enjoyed having sex in that booth, the one where anyone could watch, and they would never know.
It was addictive. Zechs went to the club every day, not willing to take the chance to miss a show. They weren't there always but when they were, they never disappointed.
Legs open and lips parted, Wufei waited for Trowa to touch him. And Trowa did, every inch, slowly and quickly, softly and hard, and Wufei always moaned, always.
It was torture, watching them fulfill his every fantasy and yet know he could never be a part of it. Zechs touched himself.
He will be back tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-06-11 07:29 pm (UTC)