Trowa and Dorothy... AND Quatre! Need I say more?
~Blah~ = thoughts
WARNINGS: Lemon, lemon, and more lemon. Some graphic language. PWP. 4xDx3. OOC.
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada... I mean no harm to officers anywhere, I just think the uniforms make the GW characters sexy. ^_^
Trowa and Dorothy entered the club, as if they hadn't had wild sex five minutes ago. The club was full of cheering men (and the occasional woman), waving dollar bills at scantly clad women.
"I could work here," Dorothy said with a smirk.
Trowa just raised an eyebrow at his associate and shook his head. He had enough problems without having to imagine her in a string bikini, taking it off slowly, waving it in front of him...
He shook his head again. Would his hormones ever give him a break?
Apparently not, because right then and there, a blond beauty appeared before him.
"Welcome to my establishment. I'm Quatre, the owner. I hope you're enjoying yourselves tonight."
"Yes, we are. We're here to talk to you, Mr. Winner," Dorothy said without prelude. "We need to discuss... some things."
Quatre gave an infinitesimal nod and led them through a dark hall where some of the patrons were making out madly. They finally stopped at a door at the end of the hall. Quatre unlocked the door and led them in.
Trowa felt that it was slightly disconcerting when Quatre shut the door behind them. And locked it.
"Well, now what can I do for you, officers?" Quatre smiled innocently, but Trowa was surprised at how he knew that they were policemen.
Dorothy sauntered up to him and put his arms around him, giving him a big, wet kiss.
"It's good to see you again," she whispered in his ear.
Trowa suddenly had a sinking feeling in his stomach; he had the sensation that he was being betrayed, and that he should leave quickly. But the scene before him glued him to the spot. Dorothy and Quatre started making out, right before his eyes, as if he wasn't there. He watched, trying to rein in his hormones as Quatre lifted her into his arms and carried her to his desk, laying her on it. He unzipped the zippered shirt and slid it off of her.
"Looking good as always," Quatre purred.
"Thank you, oh mighty big one," Dorothy said. She reached up and pulled at Quatre's pants. He got the message and slid them off. He lifted up her skirt, guided himself towards her already wet and welcome opening, and plunged in. He moved slowly at first, a slow, rocking beat to the sound of the music that came in faintly from the outside, but soon he started to pound into her faster. Dorothy was nearly at the point of hyperventilating as she felt the heat flow through her body.
"Ah... ah... not yet," Quatre said as he pulled out of her. He was almost at the point of release when he stepped away and turned to Trowa.
Trowa had been frozen to that point and had not moved. He wanted to get out. It was an officer's instinct. When there was danger, you ran. But this time, a sense of excitement ran through him. The look in Quatre's eyes promised him an experience he would never forget. So he stayed. And watched.
Quatre looked at Dorothy and gave a small nod in Trowa's direction. Dorothy stood up and walked towards Trowa, slipping her dress off as she sauntered over to him. She led him towards the long ottoman that sat in the middle of the room. As they walked, Dorothy drew his hands onto her breasts, her thighs, and her ass. She unzipped his pants and made him sit down onto the ottoman. She started giving him another blow job, but this time she was being harsh. She sucked fervently, scraping her teeth against his skin, and grazing him with her fingernails.
Trowa winced at her treatment, but enjoyed it nonetheless. He felt abandoned when she stopped, and sat down on the ottoman next to him. She suddenly pushed him off, leaving Trowa on his knees.
"Kneel. I've been giving you blow jobs all night; now it's my turn."
Trowa was startled by the sudden command, but he complied anyway. He started to eat her out, sucking on various parts of her lower anatomy. Dorothy smiled with a malevolent glint in her eyes, and shoved his face deeper into her. Trowa gasped, but kept giving her what she wanted, and that was the tongue-lashing of her life. He was just starting to get used to the scent and the feel of her when he felt someone behind him, penetrating his ass. He turned his head to look.
"Keep licking her. I'll make sure the rest of you gets some royal treatment," Quatre said with that not-so-innocent smile. He already had managed three fingers into Trowa's tight hole. The smell of vanilla oil wafted in the air and made all three of them calm for a little while.
But that didn't last long, and soon Dorothy was screaming her passion again, giving commands to the poor officer.
"Suck it, officer Barton. Dammit, I said suck my clit. Ooh, yeah, that's it, right there, oh yes..."
Trowa felt Quatre's hand envelop his aching hardness, and he instintively pumped his hips up and down, wanting more of that warm touch on his skin. But Quatre wouldn't give him even that much satisfaction, and withdrew his hand. Trowa whimpered softly, before he realized what he was doing and swallowed his protests. He was here to bust a pimp, not get buttfucked.
Oh hell. It felt good.
"Now," Quatre said, "Dorothy, lay down on your stomach and spread your legs. I wanna watch Trowa fuck you like a bitch."
Dorothy did as she was told, but Trowa was a bit defiant. Who was going to tell him what to do?
"Do it Trowa. I promise, it will feel very good," Quatre cooed.
~Damn that voice,~ Trowa thought. He leaned over Dorothy's slim body and guided his cock to her opening. He teased her a bit, letting his manhood slide over her skin before finally shoved himself into her. He had already experienced her silky wet insides before, but this time it was different. She was lying prone beneath him, writhing with pleasure at each thrust he gave. This was ecstacy.
Trowa didn't think it could get any better. Then he felt a warm body come up behind him. He craned his neck to see, and watched as Quatre slipped off his shirt and stretched Trowa's buttcheeks before ramming into him.
"Oh— ah!" Trowa yelled.
To penetrate or to be penetrated... why not both? Trowa felt his head explode with pleasure as he felt himself taking and being taken.
People have two sides to them: there is the submissive, gentle side, and then there is the dominant, crueler side. Trowa felt that both sides were being gratified as he felt Dorothy come around him, her muscles clamping down on his dick with an intense pressure. Quatre came, his warm body pressed up against his back, the hot liquid flowing inside of him. And finally, Trowa came, spilling his passion onto Dorothy.
"I'll be back," Trowa said as he left through the back door. "You just caught me off guard today."
"Then we will meet again, Officer Barton. Don't tell the cops that Dorothy works for me. Or else you'll never get to feel her tight pussy around your cock again," Quatre replied, half-threatening.
Trowa just watched him for a few moments as Quatre stepped back inside, and then left. As he drove back, he silently thought of a story to tell to the chief.
"Lieutenant Barton, I'm not very happy with this news."
"I'm sorry sir."
"You did the best you could. It's a shame that Miss Dorothy had to escape in an opposite direction and didn't contact you."
"..."
"You're dismissed. Take a day off. You seem out of it."
"Yes, thank you sir, I will."
Trowa trudged out of the chief's office. He actually looked forward to his day off. As he left the station, he reached into his pocket to find a business card. It said:
"Call us if you wanna have some fun. -Dorothy & Quatre"
Trowa smiled as he walked back towards his apartment.