|cozzybob (cozzybob) wrote in cozzybabbles,|
@ 2007-08-13 04:49:00
|Entry tags:||6x3xr, relena, smut, trowa, zechs|
Pair: 6x3xR (really!)
Warning: threesome, yaoi (male/male), het, incest, limes, language, vulgarity, one hot mama named Relena. Subtle D/S.
Note: For merith, who requested 6x3xR and burlesque.
Hands slid under Trowa's button-down shirt and a stubborn mouth chewed on his earlobe. Trowa pushed away, but the body against him pushed harder, shoving him into the wall with brute force. A tongue dipped into his ear and licked along the shell of it, before whispering, "This is my body, Trowa. If I want to molest it, I will."
But Trowa pushed away again and shook his head. "Not now, Zechs."
Zechs grabbed Trowa's shoulders and shoved him back against the wall, kissing him hard. Biting the bottom lip, the older man growled. His voice was beyond frustrated. "Yes now."
Trowa wormed out of Zechs' grasp yet again. He tilted his head up the hallway, brushing a hand through a long curtain of bangs that showed one exposed eye unmistakably rueful. "Relena will hear us," he said with a tease.
The older man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and laughed arrogantly. "She won't mind." Zechs pounced on him then, but it was too predictable. Trowa slid just out of reach, a smirk now engraved on his face.
"She won't mind?"
Zechs gritted his teeth, looking absolutely furious. They hadn't done it in days, and he was sick of all the games, damnit! "No," he spat, his eyes flashing. "She wouldn't dare. Now can we have sex?"
The question was ignored. "Wouldn't dare, you say? An odd choice of words, Zechs..." Trowa's smirk grew to a full-fledged grin, but it fell away suddenly, and his eyes twinkled with curiosity. He looked up the hall with a frown. "Can you hear that?"
Zechs growled again and grabbed Trowa while he remained distracted, shoving him against the wall for the third time in a row. He undid the first three buttons of Trowa's shirt, sucking on the younger man's collarbone. He didn't care to pay attention to Trowa's question, and his mouth became interested in other things.
But Trowa's hands crept up and pushed Zechs away again. He turned his back on the older man and started walking down the hallway as if he wasn't hard as rock and going against the very grains of his character to say no to the object of his wet dreams for the millionth time that night. He wanted sex more than anybody, but Zechs always had to work for it. You couldn't expect a man like Trowa to submit easily, after all.
There was a cry of frustration behind him. "Where the hell are you going now?"
"There's music," Trowa said. It was all he said.
And Zechs followed, muttering obscenities. "If you want music, I'll give you music, you damned bloody tease. I'll fuck you so hard you'll hear it all the way from heaven..."
Trowa's lips twitched--he loved it when Zechs talked dirty. He turned a corridor, and the music grew louder. This time, Zechs heard it too.
"What is that?"
It was old piano music. It reminded Trowa of music played in the background of silent movies--Catherine owned a few DVDs, and it sounded very familiar. His heart warmed, thinking of his sister, and then he shook his head to clear his thoughts. It was coming from the attic. There was a ladder lowered from the ceiling, and the closer they approached it, the louder the music became.
He walked up to the ladder, his hand fisted around the rung at shoulder level. Slowly, his eyes drifted upward, and he noticed there was a light on up there, and someone was whispering. It sounded like Relena.
Despite himself, Trowa shivered. He always had a thing about music, he couldn't help it. It had a habit of swallowing him whole, as if he were the walking talking bait of some gigantic god of music swimming in the sound waves bouncing all around him. Music was a world that intoxicated him, and he never could resist it. He could even remember a time when he thought he loved Quatre because of that music, but then he found out that he loved the music more than Quatre, and it just wasn't the same when it wasn't always there. He couldn't even kiss Quatre without it. Talk about problems...
Zechs' body pressed against him, muttering into the back of his neck. He shivered again, and he knew he was far from cold. "It's just Relena, Trowa darling. Can we go fuck now?"
Trowa's laugh was quiet. He shook his head and started to climb.
Trowa ignored him, and Zechs followed his prey upward, a scowl burning at the younger man's back. But then Trowa stopped dead, his eyes fixed on a point well into the attic. His mouth was open and his eyes were stunned, his hands fisted on the last rung of the ladder as he shook with shock. Zechs smirked, but Trowa couldn't escape whatever he was seeing in the attic to notice.
Zechs's voice was amused. "Is she naked?" Trowa made a funny sound, and Zechs' smirk grew much more feral. "She's naked, isn't she?"
Trowa opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"That's my sister Trowa. Stop gawking at her."
Trowa shook again with a sudden viciousness and his head trembled back and forth, trying to clear his mind. He looked down at Zechs with wide eyes. "No. She's not naked."
A blonde eyebrow lifted elegantly. "Then what is the problem?"
Trowa looked up again, and this time, he was grinning rather oddly. "Nothing," he said.
Zechs slapped Trowa's leg and motioned him to go upwards, but the younger man stood absolutely still, content to watch where he was hiding. When Zechs growled, "Move," Trowa looked down at him, that filthy grin still full stretched over his lips.
"You have a very sexy sister," Trowa said.
Zechs lost it. "Move!" He shoved Trowa up hard and slapped him again. Trowa distractedly climbed the rest of the way into the attic, walking silently toward the back, beyond all the boxes and bags cluttered in every direction. There was only one thing he wanted to look at, and it was in that corner right over there...
Zechs' head popped up and swung around, and then he too stopped dead in his tracks. You could barely see her through the maze of boxes, but it was enough to see what she was wearing. Which, admittedly, was very little.
Zechs growled something extremely obscene and in a flash of anger, bound up into the attic, chasing after Trowa. Trowa was standing before the clearing of boxes, still gawking at his sister, who had stopped whispering and was now smiling at Trowa in a rather seductive sort of way. When Zechs came crashing between them, Trowa cried out indignantly, and Relena shrieked.
"Zechs!" She sounded surprised. A little too surprised.
Trowa frowned as his eyes roved between the two of them. Zechs was furious, but somehow, he knew it wasn't because she was half-naked or because she was half-naked and teasing Trowa or even because Trowa liked watching her half-naked as she teased him. The way he was looking at her...
Zechs growled and waved at what Trowa only just now noticed was an open chest with a record player sitting beside it, colorful costumes draped over the side, some spilled onto the floor. They were burlesque costumes, as was the piece of string Relena was wearing, if you could call it that. Relena's costume was mainly feathers of various colors strewn over the important parts of her body, and there was a headdress over her head, the feathers spilling down her back like some ancient chieftain's daughter of long ago.
Zechs's words were puzzling. "Why did you bring this out again?"
Relena actually smirked, and rested a hand on her very well-developed hip. "I wanted to see if you'd come."
"Oh I will," said Zechs. "Now take it off."
Relena lifted an eyebrow and glanced at Trowa meaningfully before she whispered, "Okay."
And Zechs did not stop her as she pulled the strap of her many-feathered bra, tossing it carelessly into the open chest with a sigh.
Trowa smiled. "We can have sex now, Zechs."
There was only the faintest grunt of approval. Zechs's mouth was very, very busy.