Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Duct Tape or Rope? ❯ One-Shot

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Pairings: many (in the range of 1-5), not all are explicit

Warnings: YAOI, lemon citrus, slightly less-than-canon pairings, cussing

Disclaimer: I've been forgetting this section lately... bad me... Must be a denial thing. We all *want* to own them, ne?

Author's Note: Regretfully, this fic isn't *quite* as sick as the title implies, but I've tried my best to bring you quality material...

Notes on Japanese:
arigatou = thanks
baka = fool
kuso = shit
onna = woman/female
ne? = right?

Duct Tape or Rope?
by Megkazul (http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=75077)

The five pilots had all gathered at Quatre's summer home. Heero supposed there was probably a mission to be completed, but mission or not, he was going to enjoy himself.

Duo glared at the house, distressed by the shear number of icicles that hung from its snow-caked roof.

"Aren't summer homes supposed to be warm?!"

Quatre looked a little hurt. "Not in the winter time..."

Duo turned his gaze toward Quatre, glaring hatefully at the little blond boy.

***

Heero was pleased to see that Duo wasn't nearly as upset as he'd first evidenced. Seconds after entering the house, Duo had dropped his frustration and continued on as if he'd never been upset. It had been that way for a few hours now; Duo, and the other four boys, were getting along well.

Heero's eyes turned gratefully toward Quatre. None of this would have been possible without the sweet little Sandrock pilot.

Quatre, distracted, didn't even notice Heero's eyes on him. He was looking out the window, his mouth curved downward in a worried frown. Wufei was out in the cold, training in naught but his usual tank-top and funky white pants. //He's going to freeze to death!//

Heero watched as Quatre hastily moved toward the door, grabbing his coat before running outside into the biting cold.

***

Wufei enjoyed the encompassing solitude of the dead, white yard in which he trained. He was more than a little annoyed when Winner's voice called out to him.

"Aren't you cold?!"

"No."

"Why don't you have a coat on? Or at least a long-sleeve shirt?!"

"Too much clothing inhibits my training."

Quatre stepped tentatively toward Wufei, placing one mittened hand on the boy's cheek. "Please... come inside. You don't want to get sick."

Wufei frowned. "Only the weak get sick. I'll accept any illness as punishment for being weak."

Quatre's eyes sparkled with pity for his fellow pilot. "Then you insist upon training out here?"

"Yes."

Quatre shed his outermost layer of clothing, his jacket, and placed it over Wufei's shoulders.

"There," he said, shivering slightly with the sudden cold, "Now at least you won't end up killing yourself."

Wufei gritted his teeth as he felt himself seized by weakness. The warmth of the coat felt indescribably good. That was the last straw.

"Stay here." Wufei walked a few feet away and stooped to pick up a pile of rope half-buried in the snow. He examined it carefully as he walked back to Winner.

"What's that for?"

Wufei ignored the question and began tying Winner's wrists together.

"Uh... Wufei..." Winner looked a little worried.

Wufei looked at Quatre. "Could you sit down for a second?"

Quatre's eyes widened with surprise at the request, but he sat down anyway, Indian-style.

"No, no, with your legs together, like this." Wufei demonstrated.

Quatre corrected his position.

"Arigato." Wufei knelt and began tying Winner's wrists to his ankles.

Quatre opened his mouth to ask a question, but Wufei interrupted him.

"Where do you keep the duct tape?"

Quatre blinked. "In the kitchen."

Wufei stared at him. "In the kitchen?" His tone was disbelieving.

Quatre nodded. "In the kitchen."

***

Duo hummed happily over a heating pot. The one good thing about the freezing cold was cocoa. Of course, you could drink cocoa even when it wasn't cold, but something about snow made the warm liquid taste better. He enjoyed drinking the stuff when he knew others around him were freezing their butts off.

He looked up as he heard the kitchen door creak. Wufei was standing there, wearing the most hideous coat he'd ever seen. Perhaps it was just him, but the Chinese boy looked pissed.

Duo watched curiously as the oddly clad boy darted from drawer to cabinet and back again, searching for something.

"Damn..." Wufei muttered to himself, "He must've been lying. It's not here."

"What're you looking for?"

Wufei turned toward the voice, catching sight of Maxwell. He narrowed his eyes.

Duo studied Wufei, a puzzled expression on his face. "Don't you think you're acting a bit weird?"

Wufei's eyes suddenly darted upward. There was one cabinet he'd missed, right above Maxwell's head. He stepped toward it, violently shoving the American out of his way.

"Hey! What'd you think you're doing?!"

Wufei opened the cupboard, and sure enough, there was the duct tape. He pulled it out, smiling.

Duo scrambled to his feet, looking at the object in Wufei's hands.

"Duct tape?! You interrupt my cocoa for duct tape?!"

Satisfied now, Wufei took the duct tape and went back outside, never having said a word to astonished American.

"Weird..." //Oh well.// Duo shrugged and turned back to the gooey chocolate stuff in the pan, which by now had started to boil. He grabbed his spoon, grinned, and started stirring.

Fifteen minutes later, the cocoa was done. Duo started pouring it into separate mugs.

"Hey, Heero! You want some cocoa?"

Heero appeared in the doorway, wearing his usual antisocial frown. "I don't like cocoa."

Duo looked surprised. "Everybody likes cocoa!"

Heero just stood there, not replying.

"Your loss." Duo raised a cup to his lips and studied Heero, managing not to wince as the hot liquid singed his tongue.

Heero took this as a dismissal and turned back the way he had come.

Duo smiled into his mug. //Never turn your back on me.// Cup in hand, Duo crept up behind Heero and captured him, wrapping his left arm around the boy's arms and chest. Heero started immediately, ready to fight his way out of Duo's grasp.

Duo grinned, holding the steaming mug just under Heero's chin. "Down boy! ...calm down."

Heero turned his head away from the cup. "I told you, I don't like cocoa."

Duo moved the cup toward Heero's lips. "Come on, I bet you've never even tasted it."

Heero pressed his lips together firmly.

Dismayed, Duo applied to Trowa for help. "Can you make him open his mouth?"

Trowa hopped up off the couch and came over to assess the situation. Hiding his amusement, he nodded.

"Yeah, I can get it open." He'd often had to force-feed medication to the big cats at the circus. Heero was no different. Trowa placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of Heero's jaw and squeezed tightly. Within a few seconds, Heero had no choice but to open his mouth.

"Thanks!" Duo poured the liquid into Heero's mouth while Trowa held it open. Now he frowned.

"Can you make him swallow it too?"

"Easy enough." Heero's jaw closed without resistance, and now Trowa held it closed, preventing the angry boy from spitting out the cocoa. With his other hand, he carefully massaged Heero's neck. After awhile, Heero closed his eyes and Trowa felt Heero's neck grow warmer as the cocoa slid down his throat.

Now Trowa backed away cautiously, lest Duo decide to free Heero.

Duo did loosen his hold on Heero, allowing the stricken boy to fall to his knees as Duo also knelt, hugging him.

"Yummy, ne?"

Heero gasped, nodding. "Yummy."

"Good. Want more?" Duo held the cup in front of Heero's eyes, showing him that it was still half full.

"No."

Duo frowned and looked up at Trowa. "You want some? There's plenty more in the kitchen."

"No thanks."

Duo glared at him and started whispering in Heero's ear. Trowa could see Heero smirking as he also kept his eyes trained on the green-eyed boy, and Trowa looked quickly about, searching for an excuse to leave. It didn't take him long to spot Wufei out in the yard.

"Sorry guys... I've got to go help Wufei with his snowman."

Heero looked up sharply, "Wufei's making a snowman?!"

Heero and Duo stood up to look, and sure enough, Wufei was outside building a snowman. Heero blinked, astonished.

Duo, however, wasn't the least bit surprised. "First *normal* thing I've seen him do all day." He turned back to Heero, not really caring what the Chinese boy did with his time.

Trowa grabbed his hat, mittens, and coat and went outside. As he trudged through the snow, he studied Wufei. Something about that coat slung over his shoulders was *very* attractive. It swayed back and forth as he moved, occasionally offering tantalizing views of the small body beneath. The picture of such a fine coat being so carelessly worn stuck in his mind, right next to the one of Wufei's thin waist and cute but powerful arms manipulating the snow.

"Need any help?"

Wufei looked up from the mound of snow, surprised. "Why would I need help?"

"Because I need an excuse to get away from Duo."

Wufei turned back to the snow. It was an acceptable explanation.

"Why are you building a snowman anyway?"

Wufei's voice took on a guarded tone. "I was bored."

Trowa grabbed a handful of snow and began packing it onto the snowman.

Wufei stared at him suspiciously.

Trowa looked up, alarmed. //Did I do something wrong?//

"Don't touch the snowman," snarled Wufei through blue lips.

Trowa frowned. Wufei had been smart enough to wear shoes and gloves, but upon closer inspection, Trowa realized Wufei's body was vibrating, or rather, shivering. Rather than say anything, Trowa closed the distance between himself and the other pilot and wrapped his arms about Wufei's chest, hugging him.

Surprised, Wufei's first instinct was to struggle, but then he noticed how warm the boy's embrace made him feel. He cuddled closer.

Trowa wanted to pick the boy up right then and carry him inside, but he was afraid that wouldn't go over too well with Wufei. He'd have to provide a distraction. He ducked his head down and examined the features of his captive, noting with pleasure that Wufei's lips were still blue. He kissed them.

As Barton's mouth touched his, Wufei suddenly realized this had more possibilities than just warmth. He felt himself being turned on and kissed Barton back lovingly. In his weakness, he allowed Barton to lift his feet from the ground and carry him toward the door.

***

Duo looked up toward Trowa as the two entered.

"You get tired of Quatre?"

At the word "Quatre" Wufei increased the passion of the kiss, preventing Trowa from anything but "Mmm."

Heero, presently on the floor underneath Duo, laughed as Trowa carried Wufei to the couch.

"He can tame any beast!"

Wufei glared at Yuy for the degrading comment. He'd get his revenge later, but right now he was busy. Wufei allowed Barton to plop him down on the couch and began pealing off the taller boy's clothing. Trowa, for his part, worked diligently to remove Wufei's belt. Within a few minutes, Wufei had stripped Trowa naked and Barton was still working on Wufei's belt. Wufei smirked and slid off the couch to remove it himself.

Duo looked up from Heero long enough to watch Wufei.

"Oh! So *that's* how you get it off!"

Wufei looked at Maxwell. "You'd do well to remember that."

Duo grinned, a perverted smile finding its way onto his lips. "I won't forget."

Heero growled at that. No Chinese was going to take *his* Duo. Glaring at Wufei, he did something rather nasty to Duo. Duo moaned happily.

Wufei blushed and turned away from the couple, his nose bleeding slightly.

Trowa, like Heero, became annoyed when his mate found pleasure from another. He got up and approached Wufei. Upon reaching him, Trowa glared at him for a second, his eyes scolding.

Still blushing, Wufei gritted his teeth and tried to regain his composure in the face of a potential lover, but ultimately left himself ill prepared for any attacks from his mate.

Trowa, convinced that he'd made Wufei feel sufficiently insecure, placed his fingertips lightly on the boy's bare sides and knelt before him in the manner of one proposing. Wufei's face betrayed puzzlement for an entire half a second before Trowa opened his mouth to receive the boy's inviting length, sucking on it with a gentle passion calculated to drive the other mad.

After a few minutes, Trowa stood up and kissed Wufei, but Wufei, angry that Barton had stopped, merely bit him. Trowa smiled, licking blood off the small cut on his lip. He turned and headed back to the couch.

With two decisive steps, Wufei caught up to him, seized him, and thrust inward.

Trowa choked. Quatre had *never* done that. Now he regretted his naïveté. He had definitely underestimated Wufei.

Wufei made a sound almost like a purr and ran his mouth along Barton's neck, reveling in the physical pleasure wrought from his having entered the other.

Trowa for once found himself completely helpless; he could not even complete his journey to the couch, which was now naught but mere inches away. Wufei both held him still and kept him unstable, using the pain and pleasure he inflicted as his weapon.

Wufei smirked, sensing that this was new to Barton. "I am not as weak as your other lovers."

Trowa grimaced in pain and dismay. "Allow us to continue this lying down."

Wufei narrowed his eyes but complied, pulling out and all but tackling the taller boy to get him on the couch. Now he hopped back on, sitting comfortably over Barton. He shoved inward forcefully, trying to inflict as much pain as possible.

Trowa instinctively tried to call out but failed, finding himself short of breath. //Thank god...// He did not want Wufei to know Wufei had the upper hand.

But it seemed Wufei already knew. He thrust again, sending burning pain and overwhelming pleasure through Trowa's body, then knelt over him, hissing angrily, "Weakling!"

Trowa gritted his teeth, offended less by the insult itself than by the person who spoke it against him. He wanted to clobber Wufei, fuck him, kill him, have sex... Now Trowa was confused. //Maybe if I just beat the hell out of him.//

Wufei pulled back a little, making ready for another hard thrust when Trowa reached upward and grasped the Chinese boy's arm at the shoulder. Before Wufei could react, Trowa yanked with force enough to pull Wufei beneath him.

Wufei surveyed his new position with surprise. Barton had pinned him. He looked up at Barton, his eyes rebellious.

Trowa snarled, then lowered his voice, whispering, "Weak, eh?"

Wufei licked his lips, wishing he had a comeback, but none came to mind. Barton evidently took this to mean the conversation was over, but Wufei kept his face straight, staring Barton calmly in the eyes even as he felt the boy's fingers begin to explore his crotch.

Trowa found Wufei's entrance easily enough and stuck two fingers in.

Wufei, determined to stay strong, made no indication that he'd even felt Trowa's movement. This didn't faze Trowa in the least, however. He let those two fingers push forward, finding the spot that he knew would make the brave pilot cringe.

Now Wufei's demeanor broke, fighting the feelings which rose up within him when Barton toyed with that sensitive spot.

Trowa grinned, leaning over to kiss Wufei while his defenses were down. This time Wufei did not bite him, could not, and Trowa took full advantage of his mouth. Wufei tried weakly to kiss him back, but he had nothing against Trowa's tongue.

After awhile, Trowa figured Wufei had had enough. He freed Wufei's mouth and drew his fingers out, but Wufei shook his head.

"I still haven't come."

Trowa frowned. "Roll over and I can fix that."

Wufei looked unsure, but Trowa's commanding eyes decided him. He rolled over.

*Now* Trowa was on familiar ground. He remembered the gentle way he'd treated Quatre at this point, the way the boy's lovely light blue eyes would shimmer with adoration. Then he remembered the way Wufei had looked at him, hatefully, his cold black eyes threatening. He wasn't going to be gentle this time; Wufei deserved his worst, and would get it.

Wufei had some warning as he felt Barton's hand grip him tightly, holding him down, but he was not prepared for the force with which Barton entered.

Wufei gasped in shock as the pleasure hit him. "Do you have to do it so hard?!"

Trowa smirked and thrust again, this time sending his love along in liquid form. He felt Wufei's body shudder with the impact, then relax. Trowa had relaxed too, using Wufei's smooth back as a bed. Both sated, they fell asleep.

***

A short while later, Duo carefully disentangled himself from Heero and knelt over his sleeping lover, smiling. Heero gave no signs of wakefulness, so he crossed silently over to where his clothes laid and began getting dressed.

Heero, who was indeed awake, listened to Duo's movements as he let his mind drift. When the rustling of clothing finally stopped, Heero opened his eyes and gazed at Duo, who appeared somehow happier now that he was once again clothed in black from head to toe. Heero didn't understand it, but nor did he really care; Duo could do what he wanted. Heero smirked as one of Duo's ankles came dangerously close to his hand. He grabbed it.

Duo's first instinct was to scream and shout at the horrible monster on the floor, but through a tremendous act of willpower, he restrained himself and simply glared furiously at Heero.

Heero let go of Duo's foot and stood up, rising to his full height.

Questioning words formed on Duo's tongue, but he did not speak them, for fear of waking the other couple. Heero however, must've had some idea what was going through Duo's mind, because he went over to the window, motioning for Duo to follow.

Heero glanced sidelong at Wufei, then pointed out the window. "Notice anything about that snowman?"

Duo looked at, frowning. After a second he replied, "His nose is missing."

Heero nodded. "Go get a carrot."

Duo, never one to let a snowman suffer, turned and headed toward the kitchen. He had watched as Wufei had searched every cabinet and drawer in the entire room, so he was *pretty* sure the carrots weren't in a cabinet or drawer. That left him with very few options. Looking about the room, he spotted three possibilities: the oven, the microwave, and the refrigerator.

He decided to try the refrigerator first. Duo walked over to the big white box and yanked its door open, glaring at the contents. A particularly scary-looking drawer sat nestled in the bottom corner of the 'frigerater. Gathering up his courage, he opened it, revealing lettuce, carrots, and... a Hershey bar! He tossed the disgusting green leaves aside and grabbed the Hershey bar. Nibbling on it slowly, he picked out the longest carrot he could find and brought it back to Heero.

//He's dressed now// observed Duo with slight disappointment. Heero's "dressing" wasn't exactly the same thing as Duo had done earlier, however. While Duo had dressed in sensible black, covering his torso and various limbs, Heero was dressed in lesser colors without really covering much. With a tank top and spandex, it was a wonder the boy didn't freeze to death.

"What is it with you and chocolate?"

Duo grinned and waved the Hershey bar, not the least bit offended. "Any food that has both sugar *and* caffeine is going in my mouth."

//And mine.// Heero frowned, thinking of the cocoa Duo and Trowa had forced down his throat.

Duo raised the carrot to eye level and gazed at it the way one might look at a crazed monkey that happened to be covered from head to toe in spinach.

"I certainly wouldn't want to eat *this* thing!"

Heero raised an eyebrow and pointed toward a pile of discarded coats. "Get a coat on. Go outside."

Duo glared at Heero, annoyed that the only things that ever came out of the other pilot's mouth were orders for poor little ol' Duo.

Heero frowned. "Coat. Now."

"Right!" Duo suddenly disappeared, materializing next to the pile of coats. He grinned. Heero blinked.

Heero grabbed his own coat, a rather simple one that nonetheless kept him *almost* warm. He valued it more for its durability than its warmth anyway. Duo, however, seemed to have his priorities a little mixed up. He pulled out a heavy ski jacket and proceeded to put it on, fastening all the little buttons and such.

Heero stared at him, noting the round shape his body took on when trapped within the coat. It wasn't very attractive.

"You look like a balloon."

Duo smiled half-heartedly, surprised and a little offended by the remark.

"As long as you don't try an pop me."

Heero smirked, contemplating that.

Duo blinked. "You're gonna do it aren't you?!" He narrowed his eyes and glared at Heero accusingly.

Heero coughed. "Come on; let's go." He slipped a pair of gloves on and reached for the doorknob.

Duo did likewise, running out the door ahead of Heero.

//Jeez. I finally got him out of the house!// Heero kept his eyes trained on Duo as he scooped up a handful of snow and carefully packed it into a ball. It was the perfect projectile weapon for his purposes... Heero frowned, knowing he had no good reason to hit Duo unless it was for revenge. //But revenge isn't necessarily a bad thing...// He'd be getting even with Duo for making him drink that cocoa, and it'd be a great excuse to terrorize the braided pilot.

Heero aimed carefully, watching Duo's neck. If he could just get the snowball to break into the collar of Duo's coat... Heero cocked his arm backward and tossed the snowball.

"Itai! Samui yo!" (English translation: "Ow! [That's] cold!")

Heero's aim had been perfect. He leaned over to grab another handful of snow.

Duo whirled and immediately began cussing at Heero, but the other boy just stood up and calmly packed a new handful of snow. Duo seized him by the collar of his skimpy coat and hurled him backward into the snow. Before Heero could get up, Duo pounced on him.

Heero frowned. "Don't do that."

Duo snarled. "I'll throw you in the snow all I want!"

Heero closed his eyes, trying to block Duo's voice from his mind.

Duo stared at Heero for a second, appalled that the Japanese boy would even consider ignoring the great Shinigami. Well, if Heero was going to fake sleep, the least Duo could do was give him the traditional wake-up ritual. He kissed him.

Duo felt Heero start in surprise and open his mouth. Duo quickly took advantage of this, getting his tongue into the other's mouth, but oddly enough, Heero didn't seem interested in kissing. In fact, Heero was laughing.

Heero, quite amused at this point, rolled over and pinned the hurt-looking Duo, sitting comfortably on the boy's belly.

"You honesty think I'd want to kiss you?!"

Duo looked frustrated. "Why the hell wouldn't you?"

Heero leaned over to touch Duo's nose in the manner of an Eskimo, speaking in a clear but slightly muted voice, "I don't make love to blowfish."

Duo's breath caught at that, and he glared at Heero, bristling with fury. //Duo does look rather like an armed blowfish.// Amused, Heero kissed him anyway, hoping it might make the big, round boy explode.

Duo bit him.

Heero hastily withdrew, sitting up and studying Duo guardedly before dismounting.

Duo, freed, stood up and started brushing loose snow off of his clothing, speaking to Heero angrily as he did so.

"You don't even care about that poor snowman, do you?! You just want to get me out here and throw snow at me!"

Heero didn't say anything. He didn't need to--Duo was already on the right track.

Duo glared at Heero, annoyed that the boy wasn't arguing with him. "What makes you think Wufei even wants his snowman to have a carrot nose?! I'm out here freezing to death over a carrot!! Why can't the carrot throw snow at me too?!"

Heero made a note of this aversion Duo seemed to have for snow. Next time they were in bed he'd have to remember to bring some ice.

"Fine." Duo sat down in the snow, Indian-style, and began making snowballs. Heero just stood there, watching. When Duo had made ten little round balls, he stood up and started hurling them at Heero.

//Ow!// Heero leapt backward as the first one hit him. His leg stung where the snow had hit.

Duo grinned. He had the advantage here, simply because he wore more protective clothing. Much of Heero's skin was bared to the cold, and the rest of it was protected only by very thin layers of cloth.

Heero backed away, watching Duo warily.

Duo bombarded him with a hail of icy snowballs. Each snowball hit its target and shattered upon impact, covering Heero with a white powder. Heero counted each time Duo hit him. When his count reached ten, he dropped his guard looked at Duo. For some reason, the American looked extraordinarily pleased with himself.

Heero extended a hand toward Duo, "So are we even?"

Duo looked at Heero like he was crazy. "No way! I'll *always* be ahead." He ignored Heero's hand and started toward the snowman.

"You know, he's kind of cute."

Heero shook his head. "That snowman is as fat as you!"

Duo stood next to the snowman, allowing Heero to compare the two of them. "He does look like me!"

Heero stared at Duo, then turned his gaze to the snowman. He shook his head. "It's a monument to insanity."

Duo grinned, indicating himself and the snowman. "We're both insane, and we're both cute."

Heero blinked, amazed at how well Duo could completely miss the point of anything the Japanese boy said.

Duo hugged the snowman, apparently having decided to ignore Heero. "We're cuter than Mr. Spandex-and-Tank-Top any day!"

The snowman made an angry little "Mm!" sound and glared at Heero, the stones he used for eyes seeming to momentarily focus upon the less-cute pilot.

Duo grinned, pleased that *someone* agreed with him. Two beautiful (cute!) indigo eyes turned toward Heero, meeting cobalt. Heero scowled.

Duo smirked. "Don't feel bad. Not everyone can be as cute as me."

Heero gritted his teeth and started restlessly clenching and unclenching hiss fist. Duo was really starting to get on his nerves.

Now the snowman must've felt a little left out, because he made another "Mm!" sound, and this time it seemed to be directed at the happy braided pilot.

Duo, hurt by this verbal assault from his new friend, darted away from the snowman and back toward Heero's protective arms. Heero decided to 'protect' Duo's neck, holding it firmly in one strong hand. Duo, who hadn't yet acknowledged Heero's hand at his neck, stared at the snowman.

"What's he got against me?! I never did anything to him! That #&%*$!! chunk of ice said 'Mm!' to me!" Duo shrank into deep into Heero's embrace, apparently traumatized.

Heero gave up trying to strangle Duo and shoved him away, mumbling a quick "Baka" as he stepped forward to investigate the snowman. The first thing Heero did was remove the snowman's head. He tossed it to Duo.

Duo, appalled to have a decapitated head thrown at him, caught the ball of snow and flung it back at Heero.

Heero winced as something hit his back with unnecessary force. He was suddenly covered with cold, white snow. Recognizing his mistake, Heero pretended not to notice the snow on him and crouched down to attend to the remainder of the snowman. //Lesson #1: *Never* give Duo ammo!//

Duo watched curiously as Heero began digging into the snowman's stomach. //What does he expect to find in there?// Duo wondered what the snowman had had for lunch.

Heero smirked. //So the snowman is hollow after all...//

Duo appeared at Heero shoulder. "What'd you find?"

From inside the hollowed-out snowman came another "Mm" sound, this time clear and recognizable.

Duo jumped backward in surprise. "Quatre!"

The blond boy sat inside the snowman, hog-tied. His mouth was taped shut with duct tape.

Heero looked at Duo. "Wufei does *not* make a snowman without reason!"

Duo eyed Quatre, nodding. "I'd wondered what he'd wanted that duct tape for..."

Heero started untying the ropes at Quatre's wrists and ankles.

Duo smirked, "Wufei's smarter than I thought if he went through all this trouble just to fuck Trowa."

Quatre's eyes widened with surprise, but Duo continued talking to Heero, ignoring the blond.

"Maybe someday he'll tie up you and fuck me?"

Heero jerked inadvertently in reaction to his lover's painful suggestion. Duo grinned. "I'd ditch you in a second for a chance at Wufei."

Heero started cursing under his breath. "I'm going to make you regret those words."

"I know."

Quatre looked from Duo to Heero, annoyed that he was being left out of the conversation. He glared at Duo and made an angry little noise.

Duo grinned maliciously. "Yeah, your beloved Trowa fucked a Chinese!"

Quatre started fidgeting furiously, his bright blue eyes fixated on Duo. Heero tried desperately to calm the boy down, but Quatre ignored him.

Duo looked at Heero. "Why don't we just leave Quatre here and go back into the house? I'll take Wufei and you can have Trowa. It'll be fun."

Heero dropped the knot he'd been working on and glanced sidelong at Duo. As much as he love to do as the American suggested, he wasn't going to fuck Trowa. The circus boy had a tendency to treat Heero as an inferior, and Heero was pretty sure any fucking would end up with him on the bottom. Now Quatre was upset and he'd never get the boy untied. He wished Duo would just keep his mouth shut.

Duo looked at Heero tauntingly. "You can handle Trowa, ne?"

Heero's arm moved swiftly, elbowing Duo in the spot where his legs met.

Duo gasped, feeling pain. He fell to his knees, and his voice dropped to a low growl, "Kuso..."

Heero sighed and turned back to Quatre, who now seemed quite willing to sit still and let Heero untie him. Within a few minutes, he had freed Quatre's arms and legs. Heero looped the rope around his shoulder and reached into the snowman to grab Quatre.

Quatre smiled, or tried to smile, thankfully at Heero. He was a bit surprised when the boy's arms took hold of him, but he allowed Heero to carry him. It was more comfortable than walking.

Heero knew Quatre didn't need to be carried inside, but he wanted to. Besides, it seemed to make Duo jealous, which, at this point, was a good enough reason to do anything.

Quatre pulled the tape off his mouth and looked at Heero. "Did Trowa really...?"

Heero nodded. "You shouldn't have let Wufei get alone with him."

"But Trowa knows better..."

Duo, who had been following behind Heero, now came forward and studied Quatre suspiciously.

"Wouldn't you have done the same thing if Trowa were gone and one of us were willing?"

Quatre turned his eyes away from Duo, looking embarrassed.

Heero smirked at Duo, then addressed Quatre, "How about it?"

The blond boy looked confused. "How about what?"

Heero licked his lips. "Trowa's 'gone' and I'm willing. Do you want to...?"

Quatre frowned. "Can you put me down now?"

Heero reluctantly set the boy down on his feet, glaring at the grinning Duo. Quatre looked nervously from Duo to Heero, then to the rope slung over Heero's shoulder.

"Can I have that?"

Heero's dark eyes sparkled with delight. He had nothing against Wufei, but Trowa had made him angry. Heero handed Quatre the rope, hoping the other pilot would find some way to torture Trowa with it.

Quatre high-tailed it to the house and entered through the front door. Heero watched the Arab boy's retreating figure, until his vision was blocked by one less attractive.

"Heero!" Duo looked hurt, "You're hitting on another guy!" //Someone besides me...//

Heero kept his unwavering gaze on Duo's face, but let his hand reach forward to brush against the cloth covering the braided boy's crotch.

"I already hit you."

Duo narrowed his eyes, immune to the boy's touch. He growled, "I ought to hit you back!"

Heero nodded in agreement.

***

Quatre let his entrance into the house be announced by the barely audible sound of a turning doorknob, followed by a rusty creak.

Wufei, alert even in his sleep, awoke to a cold disturbance in the air. The parts of him that weren't protected by Barton's warm body felt it, a wisp of wintery air blowing towards him from the direction of the door. He wasn't in a position to see who was there, but for some reason he assumed it was Maxwell. It occurred to him to wonder what mischief Maxwell was doing behind Yuy's back. He silenced his own breathing and listened intently for an indication of what the presence at the door was up to.

As the person approached the couch, for he was indeed coming in their direction, Wufei listened to the boy's footfalls, and admirably noted the calm agility with which the closing predator walked.

Wufei could feel Barton's chest rising and falling slowly with the peace of sleep, and his ears strained to differentiate between Barton's and the newcomer's breathing patterns. Oddly enough, the other's breathing was too irregular for him to fathom. He couldn't tell if the approaching pilot was angry, upset, or merely playful. //Probably the latter.// If it really was Maxwell, Wufei would be surprised and a little disturbed to see him anything but happy.

Quatre, who in truth had never been Duo nor even considered such an absurd idea, focused his being on Trowa. The blond boy's heart was heavy with grief as he gazed upon his lover, who lay bare without him. //Trowa looks so happy...// The beautiful green-eyed boy didn't know how much his presence hurt the blond. Quatre had never even considered life without the other pilot; they had fit together so well that the idea of separating had struck him as unnatural, a thing to be feared.

Now Quatre felt his singular status stronger than ever. If he couldn't trust Trowa, he knew he'd never be able to trust another. Tears blurred his vision as Quatre felt all of Trowa's influence being ripped from his heart. He gripped the rope tightly, determined to stay strong. Trowa was asleep, covered by the mask of innocence that held even the darkest criminals to the bliss of slumber. Quatre's resentment grew at that site, for Trowa clearly wasn't innocent. The young Arab felt a bloodlust growing in his heart. //Trowa, my love, feel my pain.//

Now Wufei was a little alarmed, as the figure was still getting closer. He didn't think it was Maxwell anymore; the person approaching simply did not match his image of the American. He almost wished it were the American. Wufei wouldn't expect Maxwell to come this close to him without some horrible prank in mind, but such a prank would be bearable, if somewhat humiliating. This unknown person, however, was a cause for worry. It made him nervous enough that he risked a glance toward the newcomer, dropping the facade of sleep.

When his eyes came upon Winner, Wufei found himself hard pressed not to curse vehemently. If not for the Barton's restraining form covering him, Wufei most like would've chosen that moment to get the hell out of there. As it was, he nudged Barton cautiously. Wufei could clearly see Winner's eyes were fixated upon Barton. The blond boy hadn't yet acknowledged Wufei's presence, and Wufei hoped he could stay beneath the boy's notice, at least for awhile.

Trowa awoke at Wufei's summon, gazing silently into the boy's alert black eyes. Wufei's mood felt foreign to him. Why should he be so tense? Concerned for the boy's welfare, Trowa was prepared to comfort Wufei, when a familiar body descended upon his own.

Quatre, fully clothed, had laid down on top of Wufei and Trowa.

"I like the snow, I really do," Quatre's voice said.

Trowa made no movement to get away. He felt comfortable with Quatre, and fully trusted the smaller boy. Wufei however, had begun to fidget nervously.

"I didn't particularly like being inside that snowman though."

Trowa wasn't sure what Quatre was talking about, but he was prepared to listen. Wufei shot Trowa a desperate glance and started squirming with more strength, nearly succeeding forcing the tall boy off him. Trowa's hands went to Wufei's sides, holding the frantic boy firmly beneath him.

Quatre continued speaking directly to Trowa, "You seem enjoy being inside Wufei. Tell me, what was it like?"

Wufei, extremely frustrated that Barton would hold him down, watched the rope that Winner held snake across the floor. Winner's hand was moving it. He could feel the blond boy's soft-skinned fingertips running up his arm, moving ever closer to his exposed neck.

Trowa smiled, pleased just to have Quatre's voice in his ears. He was not the least bit bothered by the feel of a clothed erection beginning to nudge at a spot just below his tailbone.

"I would be lying if I said he wasn't good. His body is satisfying." Trowa's voice was calm, he had spoken with utter sincerity.

Wufei, effectively pinned down by the two boys, laid still as Winner's hands touched his neck. One held what felt to be the rope, and the other rested on the underside of Wufei's jaw, preventing him from capturing the rope in his mouth. Above him, the two boys continued their conversation.

Quatre spoke fondly to Trowa, "Would you be angry if I killed him?"

Trowa frowned. If Quatre couldn't make the decision not to kill Wufei on his own, he was dangerous, too dangerous for Trowa to allow him to live.

Quatre went on, not seeming to care that Trowa hadn't answered his first question, "Would you be angry if I &#$!*% him?"

Trowa's breath caught in surprise. He had never before heard such a dirty word come from Quatre's sweet lips.

Quatre pushed up against Trowa, emphasizing the idea by pressing his partially aroused member against Trowa's anal passage. Nothing but a few layers of cloth separated them. Trowa looked rather pale.

Wufei, not really giving a shit about the couple's topic of conversation, was preoccupied by the hands that continued to work about his neck. Winner had succeeded in looping the rope around his neck, and was now pulling it taut.

Quatre repeated his question to Trowa. "Would you be angry if I fucked him?"

Now Trowa's dark green eyes grew narrow with anger. He did not like being toyed with.

"I cheated on you, Quatre, but my heart still has feeling," Trowa paused, and when Quatre didn't argue the point, he continued in a strong, almost commanding voice, "I love you."

Quatre, having pulled the rope as tight as he could without blocking Wufei's windpipe, now tied it together, creating a leash. He wrapped the tail of it around his palm and slid silently off Trowa, keeping the leash taut as he did so.

Trowa, feeling defeated as his lover left him, scowled and turned away from Quatre, focusing his attention back on Wufei. The Chinese boy looked quite distraught.

Wufei struggled up onto all fours and shoved Trowa off his back. Trowa looked at him questioningly.

"Where are you going?"

Wufei turned his gaze to meet Barton's, giving the green-eyed boy a long, hard look. "I'm going to get the other half of my rope back."

Quatre's eyes narrowed as he watched Wufei and Trowa speaking. He gave the rope a vicious yank.

Wufei, prompted by the momentary removal of his ability to breathe, winced and walked over to Winner's side. The blond boy looked at him, frowned, and started walking toward the bedrooms. Wufei followed. Winner led him into a what seemed to be the master bedroom. It was quite lavish, containing a queen-sized bed, various pieces of wooden furniture, and a door to what was probably a walk-in closet. When they had both entered the room, Winner turn back and closed the door, not bothering to lock it. He looked at Wufei.

"I don't like you."

Wufei crossed his arms, looking irritated. He glared at Winner. "Onna."

Quatre studied Wufei. The Chinese boy was rather attractive. He blinked. "What did you call me?"

Wufei licked his lips, adding some moisture to them. He opened his mouth and carefully pronounced each syllable for the Arab.

"O-n-na."

Quatre frowned. "I'm not a woman."

Wufei raised an eyebrow, eyeing the fine fabrics and pastel colors that Winner wore. "You look like a woman. You look weak."

Quatre, rather than say anything, moved to the side of the bed farthest from Wufei and gave the rope in his hand a good, solid tug. It had the result he'd intended, disturbing Wufei's defiant stance and sending him forward onto the bed. Quick as a rabbit, Quatre hopped onto the bed and sat on Wufei, sitting comfortably on the boy's lower back.

"I am weak?"

Wufei gritted his teeth, wishing Winner would leave him alone long enough for him to remove the leash.

"All women are weak."

Quatre looked almost curious. "Show me."

Wufei smirked. In on fluid move, he turned around, sat up, and pushed Winner backward onto the bed.

Quatre looked up, noting that his head was only millimeters from the foot of the bed. He grinned.

"Good!"

Wufei growled, frustrated by Winner's behavior.

Quatre's hand grabbed the rope that dangled from Wufei's neck. He pulled the dark-haired boy down to him, opening his mouth to capture Wufei in a kiss.

Wufei, finding Winner's lips on his, started gnawing at the boy's mouth, determined to make any experience an unpleasant one. He was mildly surprised and a little impressed when the blond boy started gnawing back.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Wufei's torso and pulled the boy's full weight down upon him. He smiled, enjoying the feel of Wufei's naked body, even though Quatre's clothing provided a thin layer of separation between them.

Wufei pulled his mouth away from Quatre's, looking dismayed. "That's it. If you like my body that much, you must be an onna."

Now Winner looked annoyed. He bared his top row of teeth, showing Wufei two white but rather worn-down canines. A second later, Wufei found himself on his back with Winner sitting on his waist. He watched with a disinterested look on his face as Winner unbuttoned at least a dozen buttons, removed a belt, and took off his pants. Now Wufei smirked, realizing that Winner could not remove his shirt and vest without letting go of the rope in his hand.

Quatre was sure there was a simple solution to this problem, but before he could discover it, Wufei tore the rope from his hand.

Quatre stared at Wufei. "What are you going to do now?"

Wufei looked at Winner and then at the rope. "I'm going to hang myself."

Quatre slid backward a little, looking hurt. "I'm not *that* bad, am I?"

"If I'd wanted to fuck you, I would've done it already."

"Why did you take Trowa?"

Wufei blushed a little and turned his head away. "His body was warm."

Quatre discarded his shirt laid down upon Wufei, embracing him. "I'm warm too."

Wufei did feel warmer. He stroked the boy's back lovingly and felt Winner's hardness pressing up against him. He almost felt sorry for the other pilot.

Quatre nuzzled into the crook of Wufei's neck and began to loosen the knot in Wufei's leash. When it was sufficiently loosened, he drew the rope away and started licking the faint red burn that had formed. While his mouth worked, Quatre's hands moved with a determined purpose.

Wufei inhaled deeply as Winner's gentle hands found the inside of his thigh and gritted his teeth as experienced fingers manipulated that flesh, warming it and drawing his blood flow toward the region. Enjoying the sensation, Wufei arched his back and found himself baring his neck in the process as Winner's wet tongue began to cover more ground.

Quatre found that playing with the Chinese boy was quite fun, but he still wished Wufei would have sex with him. It wasn't merely a tool to get back at Trowa; Quatre actually wanted Wufei. Physical desire fueled his efforts to comfort the boy, not jealousy or revenge.

***

Trowa lay on his back on the couch, forlornly counting the dimples on the ceiling. He still hadn't bothered to put his clothes back on. Whoever had built this house had had an obsession with ceilings. To think how long it must've taken to plaster every square inch of this ceiling and then make those odd little marks in it... Trowa got to the 427th dimple and glared at it as if it had just insulted his mother. Even the ceiling hated him. All those thousands of little dimples had watched him get it on with Wufei, and their loathing of the act weighed down upon his chest like a stampede of angry elephants.

Trowa's heart bled at his center, feeding his flesh and keeping him alive. Every time it beat it sent excruciating pain throughout his being. His love for Quatre was as encompassing now as it had ever been, and it hurt so much to know he had betrayed that love. Wufei, admittedly, had been great, but Trowa was now faced with the pain of loss, knowing that the young Arab might never trust him again.

***

Heero and Duo came inside a few minutes later, both covered with snow and looking quite sated. Duo seemed to have forgiven Heero for whatever the boy had most recently done wrong, and Heero was glaring playfully at Duo, the beginnings of a smirk forming at his mouth.

Duo removed his oversized coat and hung it on a hook nearby, pleased to see the intensity with which Heero studied the body that had been underneath. It was almost as if Heero was checking to make sure it was all there; he really did seem to despise the round shape Duo became while wearing the coat. Heero, too, removed his coat and Duo did his best to look as interested in the process as Heero had been.

Heero's hand moved swiftly, hitting Duo upside the head. "Baka. Don't do that."

Duo cringed and rubbed his head, looking insulted. "Why can't I do that?"

"Because it's annoying."

Duo looked at Heero in exactly the way that Heero found annoying, then pouted. "I'm hungry."

Heero was hungry too. He looked at Duo. "Do you know how to cook?"

Duo opened his mouth to say something, but Heero stopped him.

"Nevermind." The Japanese boy headed toward the kitchen. "I know how to put a frozen pizza in the oven."

"Cool!" Duo darted to Heero's side. He loved pizza.

Heero reached deep into the freezer and pulled out a big, frozen disc. He stuck it in the oven.

Duo looked skeptical. "Don't you have to preheat it first?"

"No." Heero closed the oven and told it to bake at 200 degrees Celsius. "It'll be done in twenty-five minutes."

"What do you want to do while it's cooking?"

Heero shrugged and turned back into the main room. "It doesn't matter."

Duo walked over to the couch where Trowa had been entertaining Wufei earlier. He leaned over the back of it, noting that Wufei was gone. He studied Trowa's empty-looking green eyes.

"Hey, Heero, there's a dead guy on the couch here."

Heero came over, curious. He stood next to Duo, leaning over to get a good look at Trowa's body. After awhile, his eyes moved to cover the boy's face. He did look rather bummed, though certainly not dead.

Heero smirked, pleased to find Trowa in such a condition. "You exaggerate. There's nothing wrong with him."

Duo, his eyes still trained on Trowa's, disagreed. "He's not moving. You think he's mad at us?"

Heero scoffed. "If he were mad at us, he probably would've killed us by now."

Duo paused to consider that. He didn't feel dead.

Heero leaned over to touch Trowa's skin, offering his diagnosis. "I think something Quatre did upset him."

Duo looked around. "Where is Quatre anyway?"

Heero watched as Trowa frowned and the boy's green eyes focused, oddly enough, on Heero himself.

"He's with Wufei."

Duo whirled, facing the boy on the couch with wide eyes. "It talks!"

Heero gave Duo one of his you're-a-complete-idiot looks and then turned back to Trowa, disbelief showing on his face.

"Quatre... with Wufei?!"

Trowa nodded curtly. "Quatre walked in, said something about snow, and dragged Wufei away," Trowa motioned vaguely in the direction they had gone, "over there somewhere."

Duo looked thoughtful. "You think Wufei's still alive?"

"Yeah, I'm alive."

Trowa looked up at the boy who had just entered. Wufei, still nude, was walking toward them, apparently with the intention of retrieving his clothes.

"You OK?" Trowa asked the Chinese boy, thinking Duo's concern might be well placed.

"Genki desu." (Et: "I'm fine.")

Trowa studied Wufei for a second. "Is Quatre OK?"

Wufei waved his arm in the air nonchalantly. "He'll come to eventually."

Trowa looked stricken,

Heero seemed find something very amusing,

Wufei smirked,

...and Duo just licked his lips and stared at Wufei.

Trowa, noting the smile on Heero's face, considered slugging the Japanese boy. As it was, Trowa just glared at him. He blinked in surprise as Heero returned the glare with fierce intensity, his cobalt eyes boring into Trowa's green ones and his happy smile transforming into a malicious grin. Trowa cursed under his breath. He still didn't know what had made the cobalt-eyed boy so happy, but he certainly wasn't going to challenge Heero to any staring contests any time soon.

Wufei, reaching his clothes, eyed Maxwell. "Do you have to do that?"

Duo's gaze didn't flicker for a second. "Yes; yes I do."

Heero wrenched his eyes away from Trowa and looked at Wufei. "Do you like pizza?"

Wufei, thankful to have an excuse to ignore Maxwell, scowled. "Is that what that horrible smell is?"

Heero nodded, his eyes moving to Duo. "Hai." (Et: "Yeah.")

Duo, as if on cue, walked over to stand behind Wufei, draping his arms over the boy's still-bare shoulders. He grinned.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you get plenty."

Wufei looked at Duo, and then to Heero. "Should I be worried?"

***

Trowa felt like killing himself. Or killing something, anyway. Maybe he could kill Quatre. Whatever had happened to Quatre after he'd dragged Wufei away must have been great, because he couldn't get the young Arab to even look at him, much less have sex with him.

All day long, Quatre would flirt with Wufei, giving him some of the nastiest looks. Oddly enough, Wufei seemed to enjoy it. The dark-haired warrior would smirk when Quatre looked at him and cuddle when Quatre moved close. Trowa recalled a scene from earlier that day:

Trowa was sitting on the couch again and Quatre was standing nearby, looking annoyed.

"Please Quatre. I loved you; I still love you! Don't leave me like this!"

But Quatre just ignored him, his beautiful light blue eyes cold and unloving.

Trowa watched with a tormented heart as Quatre walked into the next room where Wufei was.

One of Wufei's arms found its way around Quatre's waist and held the boy close. Quatre smiled, giving Wufei the same look of utter adoration that he used to give Trowa.

Then Wufei had kissed him. Wufei had kissed Trowa's lover and without a hint of regret, Quatre had kissed the scoundrel back, his soft hands exploring Wufei's (clothed) body as he did so.

Trowa lay on his back in bed, reminiscing. It had been like that for days now, and Trowa's lack of contact with a lover of any kind was starting to push him over the deep end.

But the memory he had been contemplating wasn't complete. There had been someone on the couch beside him. Trowa tried to remember. Someone... He recalled two lips pressed together in an amused smirk. Someone had found his situation humorous.

A noise from the next room interrupted his thoughts. Duo and Heero were *not* helping him get through this. Trowa grimaced as a hoarse moan echoed through his eardrums. Heero was having *way* too much fun.

Angered for no reason he cared to pinpoint at the moment, Trowa slipped off the bed and headed for the door. When his hand touched the knob, he paused for a second, realizing he wasn't wearing any clothes. He had gotten used to sleeping naked when he'd been with Quatre, and it hadn't occurred to him to change his habits just because the blond boy was gone. Oh well, Trowa didn't really need clothes to go kick the shit out of Duo and Heero, did he?

Trowa's fingers clutched the doorknob and turned it. He stepped out into the hall and moved a few feet to the door of Duo and Heero's room. He knocked.

From inside, Heero's voice answered, sounding a little strained. "Go away!"

He knocked harder.

This time Duo's voice answered. "Get the fuck out of here!"

The two boys inside the room didn't wait for Trowa to answer. They continued their previous activity, making quite a bit of noise. Trowa frowned, knowing he had one hell of an erection. He might've been able to handle it if he had been by himself, but in a house with four other homosexual guys, there was bound to be some complications.

Trowa wasn't going to give up, however. He wanted into that room. He was sure he could break down the door if he wanted to, but there had to be a more sensible way to get in... He quickly searched his surroundings for help. There, he spotted it; sitting precariously on the door's molding, a small key. He retrieved it and stuck it in the lock, turning it smoothly. The door's defenses broke with a barely audible *click* and Trowa was able to push it open.

Heero was on his back, and Duo was doing something to him that Trowa really didn't care to describe in detail. He walked across the room, trying hard to keep his composure as the boys' display was extremely inviting.

After a few seconds, Heero's eyes turned in Trowa's direction, and he watched as they turned from uncomprehending bliss to a slow, steady stare. Trowa returned the stare, licking his lips.

Heero winced and threw his head back, a groan escaping from his throat as he reacted to Duo's most recent action. Trowa quickly refocused his eyes to study Duo. The braided boy, who didn't actually appear to have a braid in at the moment, was crouched in a rather exposed position over his lover. It would be easy enough to shove him off. Trowa approached the couple, his face betraying a grim determination and his male parts clearly reflecting the emotions that laid in his heart.

Duo felt a strong hand come in contact with his skin, and suddenly he was quite violently separated from Heero. A second later, he was both horrified and surprised to find himself on the floor.

"Hey!" Duo jumped to his feet, indignant. "What the hell?!"

Heero closed his eyes and made a sort of growling noise in his throat as Trowa's hand closed about his aroused length. Trowa's mouth covered his, and Heero eagerly offered his tongue to the intruder.

Duo found a wall and started banging his head against it, frustrated. "Why me? Why does this have to happen to me?!"

Heero, concerned for his lover, broke the kiss and struggled to a crawling position, trying to get to Duo. Before he could get far, however, Trowa's arms encircled his waist and pulled him back. He started struggling, using his arms as leverage against Trowa's advances.

Trowa had a simple solution for this, he grabbed one of Heero's wrists in each of his hands, and having an advantage of position, was able to arm-wrestle them to mattress, effectively pinning the Japanese boy.

Heero cursed. "Let me go!"

Now Trowa smirked. He shoved into Heero, noting with pleasure that Duo had already lubricated the entrance for him. Good, sweet Duo... Beneath him, Heero moaned. Trowa leaned over and started nibbling on his ear, finding delight in such idle fun, made all the better by the fact that at this point, Heero probably didn't care what Trowa did to his ear.

Duo glared at Trowa, mumbling angrily under his breath. "Chikushou..." (Et: "You damn beast...")

Heero grimaced. He was affected by the stiff member inside him, but he could quite clearly see Duo and recognized the determined look on his face. If the beautiful longhaired pilot had his way, he'd knock Trowa's lights out, and the pleasure Heero currently felt would cease. Heero couldn't allow that to happen.

"Duo," Heero gasped, "Don't..."

Duo hesitated, but looked angry enough that he might do what he intended anyway.

Heero cringed as Trowa hit his prostate. "No, Duo... Get on top."

Duo looked at Heero as if he were crazy.

Heero's cobalt eyes sparkled with effort as he tried to make eye contact with Duo and failed. He must understand... It felt so good... He collapsed under Trowa's weight and the sensations that the boy brought to his body.

The Japanese boy moaned and managed to get out one last plea to Duo. "Onegai...?" (Et: "Please...?")

Duo shook his head, less amazed by Heero's request than by his own willingness to do what his lover asked. He had the feeling this night would live in his nightmares for a very long time. Duo winced at the thought. As much as he enjoyed those dreams, he was sure his sex life would be better off without them.

Trowa, who hadn't been paying the least bit of attention to Heero's words, was astonished when the energetic Duo climbed onto his back and pushed inward with one mighty shove. Pausing to catch his breath, Trowa was able to fully appreciate his situation. Below him, Heero's delicious body lay pinned, and the Japanese boy's skin, dry with exception of areas made slick by lubricant, was just beginning to moisturize with sweat. Above him, Duo's form added a great weight to his chest, and the long-haired boy's scent permeated the air around them. He breathed it in gratefully.

Duo had dropped his angry demeanor only moments after Heero had said "onegai" and now laid on top of Trowa, projecting naught but goodwill to the one that was fucking his lover. Trowa, despite his surprise at Duo's entrance, seemed to enjoy the American's presence, and Duo was willing to make the situation mutually pleasurable.

Heero, overcome with the various feelings that had arisen with Trowa's ministrations, was less aware of Duo now than when the indigo-eyed boy had been within his line of sight, but he nonetheless felt the added weight on his back. Trowa was his main concern at the moment. The green-eyed boy had such a power over him, and Heero could feel it affecting him even now. Trowa's dominating posture above him and the boy's aroused length within him sent such strong urges throughout his being... Duo's presence was the only real protection Heero had against the taller boy, and without being in direct physical contact with the American, he felt extremely helpless.

As it was, by the end of the night Trowa had completely forgotten about Quatre, and Duo and Heero ended up having *almost* as much fun as they would've had without Trowa.

Of course, for the next couple of months, both Heero and Duo had numerous rather nasty nightmares initiated by that one night's experience.

Wufei and Quatre continued their bizarre relationship for awhile longer but felt quite strongly that the lack of any explicit 4x5 in this fic gave them an unjust disadvantage. Their request for a rewrite has been duly noted and rejected, on the grounds that the author has more significant pairings to fantasize about.

Wufei and Quatre found this excuse quite amusing, and have stated that they will kill this "author" person with a very large knife.

-Owari-

Author's Note: I wrote this for a fic contest, the deadline for entry being 2/25/02, and I figure I ought to give the webmaster in charge of the contest some credit. (I certainly wouldn't have gotten this done without that deadline in front of my eyes! Note that I can be lazy when it comes writing fics...) Anyway, as of today, her website is:

http://www.geocities.com/TSFHWGS/

Ok! Now it's review time!!! *Please* review... feedback is very helpful. What do you think? Were the characters believable? Should the hentai scenes have been more detailed and/or more numerous? Is my writing style too confusing? Got any suggestions? Whatever your impression of this fic, please tell me...

Hmm... this is the part where I'm supposed to get on my knees and beg isn't it..? I hope I don't have to do that... Maybe I should get one of the characters to do it. Duo makes a *great* review-getter... ::grins devilishly:: Duo on his knees begging for *anything* is worth watching..!