All Quatre wanted, when he arrived home from his three-week business summit, exhausted and hungry, was food and sleep.
He didn't expect to be ambushed by Trowa, who was smiling with a mischievous light in those green, green eyes, and slammed against the wall and kissed senseless.
"Trowa, what- mmph!"
"I'd advice you not to speak, Quatre."
Quatre's eyes widened when he saw Wufei, smirking as he leaned against the wall.
"What the-?"
Wufei pushed away from the and started to stalk towards Quatre, the smirk on his face growing.
"See, we are rather displeased with you, Winner," Quatre gasped, partly because Trowa had licked his pulse point and partly because Wufei only use his last name when he was really angry with Quatre. "You have been neglecting us for three weeks. Three weeks, Winner, we've been waiting for you. You didn't call except to say that you'll be back soon, soon, soon. You didn't even say that you miss us. Is that not a punishable crime?"
"Wufei, I-"
"No excuses, Winner," Wufei's eyes were the darkest black Quatre had ever seen, and he moaned. "We waited for you to call, you know that? Every single night, we waited for you to call before going to bed. And you always disappoint us. Can you blame us for being angry?"
"N-no..."
"We missed you so much," Trowa said, voice low. Quatre flinched at recognising the note of hurt in it. "We missed you. You're ours, Quatre. Ours."
Here, Wufei kissed him, and Quatre shivered against the harsh kiss. "Yours, Trowa. Yours and Wufei's. I'm sorry for not calling. I couldn't. I-"
"No excuses," Wufei whispered against his lips. "We don't want to hear anything from you except our names, now. We didn't hear you call our names for three weeks, Quatre, and we want compensation."
Trowa's switft, rough hands were slipping his blazer off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Quatre could feel the buttons pop, but he didn't care because Wufei was kissing him again and Trowa's hands were stroking his chest. He moaned, a hand threading itself into Wufei's hair and the other resting on Trowa's shoulder. He heard himself murmur apologies again and again, but he was lost, lost in Wufei's mouth and Trowa's hands.
He was never going to leave again.
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I haven't written for this fandom in months. Sorry if it's crap, 'kay?
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He didn't expect to be ambushed by Trowa, who was smiling with a mischievous light in those green, green eyes, and slammed against the wall and kissed senseless.
"Trowa, what- mmph!"
"I'd advice you not to speak, Quatre."
Quatre's eyes widened when he saw Wufei, smirking as he leaned against the wall.
"What the-?"
Wufei pushed away from the and started to stalk towards Quatre, the smirk on his face growing.
"See, we are rather displeased with you, Winner," Quatre gasped, partly because Trowa had licked his pulse point and partly because Wufei only use his last name when he was really angry with Quatre. "You have been neglecting us for three weeks. Three weeks, Winner, we've been waiting for you. You didn't call except to say that you'll be back soon, soon, soon. You didn't even say that you miss us. Is that not a punishable crime?"
"Wufei, I-"
"No excuses, Winner," Wufei's eyes were the darkest black Quatre had ever seen, and he moaned. "We waited for you to call, you know that? Every single night, we waited for you to call before going to bed. And you always disappoint us. Can you blame us for being angry?"
"N-no..."
"We missed you so much," Trowa said, voice low. Quatre flinched at recognising the note of hurt in it. "We missed you. You're ours, Quatre. Ours."
Here, Wufei kissed him, and Quatre shivered against the harsh kiss. "Yours, Trowa. Yours and Wufei's. I'm sorry for not calling. I couldn't. I-"
"No excuses," Wufei whispered against his lips. "We don't want to hear anything from you except our names, now. We didn't hear you call our names for three weeks, Quatre, and we want compensation."
Trowa's switft, rough hands were slipping his blazer off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt. Quatre could feel the buttons pop, but he didn't care because Wufei was kissing him again and Trowa's hands were stroking his chest. He moaned, a hand threading itself into Wufei's hair and the other resting on Trowa's shoulder. He heard himself murmur apologies again and again, but he was lost, lost in Wufei's mouth and Trowa's hands.
He was never going to leave again.
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I haven't written for this fandom in months. Sorry if it's crap, 'kay?