Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The balls are the best ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Quatre, Trowa and Wufei have invited Duo and Heero over for some 'fun' in their apartment.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: toys, language, yaoi, lemon, slavery, bondage, mild humor. That's it, I think.
Disclaimer: The Gundam Boys are not mine, they're just free to use my mind as a hentai playground.
Pairings: A bit of everything. Eventually 1x2x3x4x5
Author's note: After about 5 months, I have finally finished the sequel to "Bath time". It's kinda long. But it's drenched in lemons ^_~. I also changed the title from "Boys and toys" to "The balls are the best". Enjoy! Hope it was worth the wait.
Thank you Shennie for the beta reading!

The balls are the best

Duo went ahead of Heero. His cock had demanded so. And he always listened to his cock. He knocked and waited for the door to open.

No reaction.

Frowning, he unabashedly plastered his ear against the door (hey, two can play the game of eavesdropping), and heard moaning and sucking noises. He decided to resort to yelling. "Hey, you guys! Stop eating each other's faces off and lemme the fuck in!" he shouted, pounding harder on the door. "Don't you start without us! I dare ya!" He yelped as the door was suddenly and forcefully jerked open and he tumbled neatly into the arms of one particularly energetic Arabian.

"What's up, Duo?" Quatre chuckled.

Duo looked up, noticing joyfully that the lovely boy was already completely in his birthday suit and had a very enticing sex gloss over his slender body. His hair was a bit mussed, his lips swollen and moist. Little drops of saliva were glistening on that rosy flesh and Duo wanted nothing more than to lick them away. "Oh, there's something very much 'up', my dear Quatre," he smirked, quickly regaining his composure. Pushing his robe-covered groin up against Quatre's stomach, he let his tongue dart out to taste the sweet droplets on Quatre's lips.

Quatre smiled and gave a soft moan as he felt Duo's hard cock pressing against his stomach. Opening rapidly clouding eyes, he noticed the messed up state of Duo's hair and awkwardly plucked at it. It was still moist, but not in its tidy usual braid, quite the contrary. It was loose, littered with tangles and only half rinsed out. "What happened to your hair?" he asked.

"Forget about my hair," Duo growled, taking the boy's lips in a demanding kiss and thrusting his hips impatiently. "Let's fuck."

Whilst Trowa's tongue was enthusiastically swirling around Wufei's nipple, his ears had been following the conversation going on between his lover and Duo and his head snapped up at Duo's last words. "Wufei?" he said. "Did Duo just say "Forget about my hair"?"

"Affirmative," Wufei panted, tugging Trowa's head back down to his chest. "He must be *very* horny."

Trowa grimaced. "Affirmative? Can't you just say 'yes' instead of 'affirmative'?" he grunted. "We're not on a battlefield, you know."

"I'm sorry, force of habit I guess," Wufei grinned sheepishly.

"Well, break that habit. The Gundams are destroyed, fighting days are over, so no need for that formal stuff anymore."

"Trowa?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we having this conversation?"

"No idea."

They turned their attention back to Duo and Quatre who were providing a much more entertaining scene. Duo was still molesting Quatre's mouth with his own, alternating between pushing his tongue in and lapping at his lips. His hands were gently kneading Quatre's buttocks and his hips were rocking. They could see his cock peeking out, red and frustrated, where Quatre had fumbled the sash of the robe open with deft little fingers. Trowa loved those fingers, those hands. They were small, but very skilled and they knew exactly where all his sensitive spots were situated. He loved the moans coming from his mouth too. They were loud now, overdone, but they turned him on nevertheless.

They barely caught the soft, almost timid knocking on the door. Trowa hurried to open it and met Heero on the other side, carrying an arm full of strange - interesting - objects.

"Heero," Trowa said simply. "Come in."

Heero gingerly stepped inside, as if walking on hot coals, and looked around the apartment like it was the first time he'd been there, even though he frequently visited. The apartment was equally as big as his and Duo's, but furnished in a much more luxurious style. On the walls were 500 dollar artworks, and the couch was made from real Italian leather. The carpet he was walking on was hand woven, and pleasantly soft under his feet.

It eluded him when *that* had become the most important thing in his focus at that moment. He felt his inhibitions rapidly coming back, and he wondered why they had to come back *now*.

His eyes stopped on their journey through the apartment and locked onto his boyfriend, who was by no means suffering from inhibitions. He was naked now, extremely horny and only a second away from throwing Quatre down and nailing him into the hand woven carpet. And he was pretty sure Quatre wouldn't have minded at all; if his delighted moans were any indication.

"Duo…" Heero croaked. He felt his heart shrink a bit to see him kissing and humping up against someone else.

A jubilant song was singing in the back of Duo's head. Ah, life definitely was good. Striking looks, athletic body and four boys eager to fuck the hell out of him, starting with a very responsive Quatre.

Just as he was about to take the boy through to the bedroom, an almost miserable voice interrupted the happy song in his head. He turned around and mentally kicked himself when he saw the flash of pain in Heero's eyes. Stupid hormones always overruled his mind!

"Heero," he said, pacing over to him. "You… You're still okay with this, aren't you?"

Heero sucked his lips between his teeth and doubtfully looked around, looking very small and insecure all of a sudden. That couldn't be a good sign.

"Please tell me you're still okay with this," Duo pleaded, grabbing Heero's shoulders.

"I don't know, Duo. It's all good and fun when you're just talking about it, but when it's for real… I… I don't want to anymore."

"What?! Why?!" Duo cried.

"You seemed to be having so much fun with Quatre. It was like you had totally forgotten about me. I'm afraid if we go through with this that I will lose you, and I don't want that, not now I finally have you." He bowed his head closer and nuzzled Duo's neck. "So come back home with me, and we'll make love, okay?"

"No!" Duo shouted. "You just said it yourself, Heero, Quatre and I were having fun and that's the keyword here, Hee-chan. Please don't doubt my feelings for you. Nothing runs as deep as my love for you, and you won't lose me; hell I'm gonna be nailing your ass for the rest of your days, baby. So, come with us to the bedroom and we'll have the best fun of our lives." Duo almost scrunched up his nose at his own words. Ugh, how sappy was that! But he knew it was all about emotions with Heero, so it couldn't be sappy enough.

"No," Heero said, putting his foot down, even if it was Duo. He turned to head back for the door, but found Trowa's face and the rest of his naked - and admittedly gorgeous - body blocking his way.

"Getting cold feet, Yuy?"

Before Heero could answer, he felt a pinch in his butt, and he yelped. The toys fell to the thick carpet with soft little thuds.

"Wufei!" he cried indignantly.

Then someone snagged his robe off, leaving him stark naked and embarrassed. And strangely, excited.

"Quatre!"

"Each take a limb!" he heard Duo say to his left.

"Wha…?" Strong hands grabbed either a leg or an arm, and his wild floundering wasn't enough to stop them from dragging him to the bedroom. He was thrown onto a luxurious and very large, four poster bed. His wrists were pinned above his head and he heard a soft click. Soft, tiger pattern plush caressed his wrists and he found he could no longer move his hands.

Oh, perfect! The only thing missing!  he thought. Naked, horny and now handcuffed.

"Ah, lovely," Quatre grinned, satisfied. "Now we're almost ready to start, just as soon as Duo gets here with the toys."

"I'm here," Duo cried merrily, skidding around the corner with the toys Heero had dropped and depositing them on the bed. "Let's see what my cute boyfriend brought us." He started rummaging through them, the other three boys gathering around him with curious eyes. His face lit up as he found what he needed and he proudly held it up in the air. "This, gentlemen, is known as 'Stiff'n Stay'. It's a revolutionary cream that guarantees a rock hard cock for hours, even after you cum."

"Wow, cool," Quatre enthused, taking the tube from Duo and studying it. "Trowa, we have to get a few of these."

"Yes, we do, honey. Now, rub it on your dick," Trowa humored his boyfriend impatiently.

Quatre sneaked his arms around his boyfriend and wiggled up against him. "Would you put it on me?" he breathed.

Trowa growled deep in his throat and obediently kneeled down. He reached his hand up for Quatre to squirt some of the cream onto and started massaging it into Quatre's skin, licking at his balls as he did so.

Quatre gave soft little cries of joy at the sensation of Trowa's tongue on his balls and the occasional brushing of his hair along the underside of his cock. As much as he'd already had this done to him, he could never get enough of it, and he was soon lost in his own little world of pleasure.

Duo and Wufei were watching from a short distance away. They had subconsciously grabbed each other's hand and squeezed gently. Duo could feel his mouth starting to water and swallowed. His cock reacted most strongly at the display. It jumped up, demanding action. His hungry eyes strayed to the creamy globes of flesh at the top of Quatre's thighs, the crevice separating them. He let go of Wufei's hand and let his legs follow the path his eyes were drawing him to. He gracefully dropped to his knees and, parting the pale cheeks, swiped his tongue across the pink entrance.

Quatre's eyes snapped open when he was suddenly licked from behind too. He cried out in delight and grabbed Trowa's head for support. The tube of 'Stiff'n Stay' fell to the ground and he reached behind with his other hand to feel who was there. The wet hair and remnants of shampoo told him it was Duo. He instinctively spread his legs a little wider and gently rocked his hips in a rolling motion.

"Oh… Shit, so good," he moaned. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip and he felt his knees rapidly losing strength. It wouldn't take long before he would succumb if they kept it up like that.

Wufei found himself enthralled by the erotic display the three boys were performing before him. Quatre moved with such an easy grace, making him wonder how long he and Trowa had actually been active on any sexual level, obviously way before their friends knew about it. His skin was starting to gleam with sweat, the blonde hair on his forehead was slowly becoming moist, and started to cling to his forehead. Trowa and Duo were savoring him like a gourmet meal. If he looked at the right angle he could see Duo's tongue prodding gently at Quatre's entrance. The mere sight made him want to moan, and he did, quite loudly. His eyes traveled further along Duo's body. The strong muscles shifted subtly under the smooth skin. Hands rested lightly on the side of Quatre's buttocks while his thumbs held open the way to that sweet pucker. His hips rolled gently along with Quatre, fucking some imaginary mouth, or ass, or anything that would feel good. His cock hung lonely between his legs in a way that made Wufei want to grab him and slowly make him go out of his mind with pleasure.

Then his mind reminded him that he was right in the middle of an orgy, and there was nothing stopping him from doing exactly that.

Finally, his libido grumbled. Took you long enough to figure it out. So come on and grab him, tiger!

"Yeah," Wufei mumbled to himself, feeling his feet moving over the plush carpet and toward Duo's exquisite rear. He knelt and reached down between Duo's legs, grinning as the beautiful youth's head shot up and gasped, though it was quickly pushed back by Quatre's hand which was still resting there.

"Duo, don't stop," the petite blonde said amongst little hiccups of pleasure.

Duo returned to his task with a vigor that made Quatre's voice rise an octave or two. He was rocking his hips into Wufei's hand now. Oh, how he liked having his dick caressed. Soft butterfly kisses trailed gently along his spine, and he sighed with contentment. He liked that too. He liked everything that felt good, he liked to be drowned in sensations, liked to writhe and moan while he was torturously driven to insanity.

Wufei was doing a great job granting his silent wishes.

Movement to the left of him caught his eye and he saw Wufei's hand reaching for the seemingly, forgotten tube.

Wufei grabbed the tube and, just for a moment, let go of Duo's proud cock to squirt some of the aromatic cream on his fingertips. Then he went back to teasing and massaging.

He looked back again as he noticed Trowa's hand reaching out to him, and he squirted some onto his fingers too.

Trowa was still enthusiastically sucking away at Quatre's balls. The blonde was very responsive. Idly he wondered if he could catch this on audio and then walk around with in his walkman.

And why not?!

But, fuck, why didn't he think of this earlier? Yeah, this was, in fact, quite brilliant. Driving around in his car with a moaning and begging Quatre blasting from the speakers would be far better than the same old crap on the radio.

Oh no, that couldn't be healthy. Masturbating behind the wheel while driving. That would surely result in an accident.

Still, he was very tempted to do just that, catch Quatre on audio, if not now, then some other time. It was a very enticing thought and extremely arousing. His cock thought so too and reminded him of its neglected state with angry little throbs. He consoled it with some gentle fondling and briefly raised his head, gasping. It was then that he saw Wufei grappling for the tube on the ground and he held out his hand, waiting for Wufei to take the hint. Once his fingers were covered, he languidly began massaging himself with the cream, the other hand still dutifully rubbing at Quatre's swollen organ.

"Ah… T-Trowa, go… Oohhnn," Quatre breathed. His breath hitched, his panting became ragged and Trowa knew those signs very well. He glanced up, just in time to see Quatre's face contorting in sweet ecstasy. Quickly he lay the tip of Quatre's cock on his tongue, and with a last twitch and a piercing cry, Quatre spilled himself all over Trowa's lips and chin.

Quatre's grip tightened in both Trowa and Duo's hair. The black void behind his closed eyelids lit up in a bright world of swirling colors and lights. His seed was wrenched from his cock in a hot stream, landing wherever it felt like.

Duo backed away a bit when he felt Quatre's hole contracting spasmodically under his touch, and he looked up to see how the beautiful blonde soared through his orgasm. Wufei's hand was still on his cock, slick with the cream now, but slower than before, letting him know that he was enjoying the view as well.

And a very beautiful view it was.

Quatre's cum was dripping from Trowa's lips and chin, almost invitingly so, and before Trowa even got the chance to lick it off, Duo had swooped in and kissed him, taking every trace of Quatre's essence along.

"Hmm… sweet," he murmured, licking his lips and smiling at Trowa.

The great Heero Yuy was sobbing again. Cries of misery and plaintive hiccups of abandon. At least his mind was. His mouth rather, was throwing threats and insults around. Yep, he believed he had reached the ultimate level of horniness now.

"Hey, you bunch of idiots! You think this is fun, huh? Having your own little way while I'm lying here handcuffed to the headboard!? I swear, if someone doesn't uncuff me right this instant then I fear the consequences won't be pretty!!" Perhaps it was the pain of jealousy slashing at his heart, to see his beloved in an erotic ensemble with his three best friends, or perhaps it was rather the definite sting of being left on the outside. He decided it must've been the last one. His cock ached, his loins burned. During the whole event, he had been writhing on the bed, moaning out his desires, thrusting his hips against nothing but thin air, but never letting his eyes leave the scene. He had valiantly fought the battle to not let himself be carried away with this, but was defeated with a pathetic ease once Duo knelt behind Quatre and started rimming him.

Duo chuckled and gave Quatre a little tap on his left buttock by way of temporary good bye. He laughed out loud when the little blonde gave a small yelp, resting in Trowa's arms. After his orgasm, he had sunk to his knees and become very sensitive to any form of stimulation. Heero's tirade only made him laugh harder. He got up and advanced towards the bed with sultry, provocative swings of his hips. Seeing Heero's current state, tied up and extremely vulnerable, he though his lover was hardly in the position to make such threats, and so he would play, just a while longer.

Punish.

Punish his naughty little cum slut.

"What is it, Hee-chan?" Duo smirked, stalking over to his boyfriend. "Are you jealous? Do you want to have some fun with Quatre too?"

Heero didn't speak, but had just established the deadliest of glares.

Duo lowered his head, letting his lips ghost just out of reach of Heero's wanton lips. "Quatre tastes good." He laughed, softly and breathily, staring into Heero's eyes. "You should try him."

It was piteous, really. Heero was already at the point of gargling. "Eh?" His mouth opened almost of its own volition when Duo gently pulled his chin down with his thumb. A tongue, long, hot and tasty, pressed against his own, and he could indeed taste a hint of Quatre's semen.

Duo let his tongue explore Heero's mouth with a deliberate slowness, letting him taste as much of Quatre as possible, while he pushed Heero's legs open with his knees. It spite of Heero's stubborn behavior, his legs parted remarkably easy. He wanted to keep on kissing Heero for ever, his lips were so warm and soft, his mouth so hot and tasty. But his lungs screamed for oxygen, and so he stopped.

Heero lay gulping for air as well. For a moment there, he thought Duo was actually trying to push his lips through his face and literally shove his tongue down his throat. "You're right," he panted. "I have to admit that Quatre does have tasty swimmers." Or was it just Duo himself that tasted so damn fine?

Duo smiled at that, and Heero smiled back.

"But I still hate you for leaving me here, all tied up."

Now, he shouldn't have said that and the horny devil knew it. "You hate me, do you?" Duo murmured, wickedly.

"Uhu," Heero nodded. He knew he was provoking Duo again. But that's just what he wanted.

"Then maybe I will have to punish you for that?"

Oh yeah, punish me, baby!  Heero's mind sang subconsciously. "You think?"

"Yes. Punish you very *hard*!" Duo timed the last word with a vicious thrust of his pelvis against Heero's groin, and he laughed at Heero's plaintive yell and the jerk of his hands in their plush cuffs.

"Who am I, Hee-chan?" Duo said in that low, husky voice that could make Heero shudder.

But Heero was too confused for any physical reaction other than frowning suspiciously at the moment. "Who are you? What the fuck kind of question is that?" he snapped.

Duo decided to let this little insolence pass by. Things would get so much more amusing. He tutted and gently shook his head. "Don't ask questions, Hee-chan. Just answer me. Who am I?"

Heero shook his shoulders in some form of shrugging. "Duo," he said, self-evidently and immediately saw a flicker in Duo's eyes that he wasn't sure he liked. He also wasn't sure if he liked him for raising his legs, exposing his ass.

"Wrong answer," Duo growled, and proceeded by spanking Heero on the right cheek, quick and short, but hard enough.

"Ah! Duo! What are you doing?!" Heero yelped, his eyes flying open in surprise.

"Who am I, Heero?"

What the hell is that idiot getting at? Heero wondered. "D-Duo. Duo Maxwell."

Another tap. Another yelp. "Try again."

Heero didn't recognize the look in Duo's eyes, the slight curling of his upper lip into a primitive, pure sexual grin, didn't know it was the same look from in the bathtub just a while ago. But he did start to recognize the tone in his voice.

"M… master?" he whispered carefully, fearing more spanking. He started when Duo suddenly clapped his hands, slowly, almost victoriously.

"*That's* the word I wanted to hear. Good boy, Hee-chan."

Heero swallowed. This wasn't over yet, he knew it, he saw it. Duo still had something up his sleeve.

"From now on, you will call me master."

"Y-yes, master," Heero nodded. Maybe it was pathetic to give in so soon. But over the last hour, he had come to find out that complete submission was the key to ultimate pleasure and so he decided to throw all his principles out of the proverbial window, and do just that; submit to Duo; and if he had to, those three other sex crazed idiots too that were staring at them.

At least they were damn sexy idiots.

His eyes raked over Duo, hungry in spite of his slavery state. He was so beautiful, such perfection. Strong, young chest muscles under a skin of shining ivory. Supple arms, hands with the capability of sweet torture. Long, powerful legs that held the evidence of occasional work outs. All topped off with a waft of the bath foam he'd used and he knew at that moment that it wasn't only fantasies that were perfect.

Let's not talk about the hair for the moment.

He'd never dreamt it possible to someday feel that soft skin under his fingertips, hold that strong body in his arms…

Have his smoldering cock between his legs.

Duo contemplated if he should start what he was planning. He could make this a lot more fun. Rumor said that Trowa and Quatre did bondage, right? And rumors were right, so Trowa had said.

"Hey guys," he said, turning his head. He almost had to laugh at the enthralled expression on the faces of the three boys. "Do you have any ropes?"

"Ropes?!" Heero yelled.

Quatre blinked. He realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he quickly shut it. He also realized that he had started stroking Trowa's cock, Trowa was jerking him off, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Wufei humping up against Trowa's backside.

"Rope? Why, of course we have rope. Trowa's a bondage freak," he chuckled.

"Trowa? Really?" Duo frowned, feigning surprise.

"Oh yeah. Seeing me tied up and defenseless makes him all hot and worked up."

"Shut up. Quatre's a cum addict," Trowa grumbled in his defense.

"Quatre? Why you don't say." This time Duo was really surprised.

"You wouldn't believe it," Trowa nodded, walking over to the closet and opening it. "He's addicted to cum. He says it's the best thing in the world."

"But it's a good addiction." Quatre grinned and followed his boyfriend, settling behind him as Trowa kneeled to get the ropes, and gently nudged the head of his cock between Trowa's cheeks. "A very pleasurable one, right Trowa?"

Trowa purred with the attention of his little friend. This position made him very reluctant to get up again. "Yes, it is, little one. Here, will you take Duo these ropes?"

"Okay," Quatre chirped, straightening. When he turned again, he saw that Wufei had joined Heero and Duo on the bed, handing Duo the tube of cream and applying a bit to his own cock too. He heard Duo saying something about "He will need it," and could only guess what he had in mind for the poor boy.

"Here you go, Duo," he said with a sunny face, sitting himself next to Duo on the bed.

Duo made short work of massaging the cream into Heero's cock, much to Heero's disappointment, and eagerly took the ropes. "Thanks Quat. Wanna help?"

"Sure."

"Duo, what are you?… Stop that!! Quatre!" Heero hollered when ropes were wound around his knees. "I swear, if I get out of this I will strangle you with my own bare hands, both of you!"

"Hee-chan, you be a good boy now, otherwise I will have to get the chastity belt and there will be no more fun for you," Duo sang, ignoring any further threats and carelessly continuing with tying the rope to the headboard. He heard a soft chuckle from Quatre at his right. "And call me master."

"You have a chastity belt?" Trowa asked, joining them on the bed, a box in his lap.

"Well, sometimes I like the idea of me being the only one who has… ehm… access to him," Duo explained, interested in the box, but not paying attention to it for now.

"Eh Duo, I don't mean to burst your bubble, but right now we *all* have access to him."

"I said sometimes."

It unnerved Heero to no end that they were talking about him like he was an object, a big, giant, living toy himself, something they could use and exploit. And yet he could do nothing about it, except for coming up with more vicious threats and louder shouts, which of course were ignored, by all of them.

Duo frowned when he saw Wufei studying the tube of cream. Really now, there was Heero, spread open and ready to be abused, and the tube was all he was interested in? "Something wrong, Wuffles?"

"Yeah, I was wondering. Once this cream is applied… Can you still give head? I mean, it won't lose its effect?"

"No, don't worry. It's not toxic and you only have to give it a few minutes to penetrate the skin. Afterwards, you're free to do whatever you want," Duo smiled.

"How do you even know that stuff works?!" Heero snarled, the words spat out venomously.

It only took a glance from Duo to Quatre's cock to prove his point. "If it doesn't, then little Quatre has a remarkably short recovery time." His wittiness was answered with icy stabs of Heero's blue eyes, and he sighed. "You feel humiliated, don't you, Hee-chan?"

"Oh, smartass, aren't we!" Heero sneered. "Of course I feel humiliated. Look at me! I'm tied up, and you're practically inviting everyone to 'sample' me! This isn't what sex is all about, Duo. It's about two people who care about each other and want to share something intimate."

"Look Heero, I know that. But we're not here for a moral lesson. We're here to have fun, amongst friends. It's not our purpose to humiliate you. Or maybe it is, because that turns us on. But we're not gonna make fun of you, Hee-chan, I promise. Right now it's you who's tied up, but in a moment it might be me. Our bout in the bathtub was mind blowing, but there is so much more to discover, Hee-chan." Duo leaned over and gently kissed Heero on the lips. "You're still so deliciously novice when it comes to carnal pleasure."

Heero tore his eyes away from Duo's face and he looked at the others. Duo was right, they weren't looking like they were making fun of him. If anything, they were solely thanking every heavenly creature for his beauty.

And thanking Duo for coming up with the idea of tying him up like this, undoubtedly.

Their eyes were hungry, burning with desire and he was the one making them look like this.

The icy stabs were thawing. Damn persuasive that boy could be. "You're equally as inexperienced as I am, you know," Heero murmured. Yeah. Why not, eh? Why not do this? After all, who was he kidding here? Didn't he like the idea of being at someone else's mercy? It might in fact turn into something very 'fun', as Duo would say. If only he got to do some torturing too in return.

"That might be," Duo grinned. "But I have more toys; and I intend to use them all." He sat back now, that ominous glint back in his eyes. "On you."

Heero was acutely aware of the lack of saliva in his mouth and a significant increase of his heartbeat. He might've been gargling something too. However, he quickly regained his control and strove to assume the role of provocative whore.

"So, are you gonna fuck me now… Master?" Heero asked with a sultry voice. A role in which he seemed to succeed brilliantly if the gleeful leap of Duo's cock and Quatre's soft whimper were any indication.

Duo saw the challenge in Heero's eyes and was all too eager to accept it. "You'd like that, huh?" he grinned. Of course he would like it. He craved it. But he wouldn't do it quite yet.

Heero watched how Duo settled, sitting on his knees in front of his very exposed ass, positioning himself for whatever mischief he was going to get up to, and felt something snap inside. "Wait!" he pleaded.

Duo seriously had to fight the urge to stop himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance. Patience was essential here and he didn't have very much of that! "What's wrong, love," he said, his voice as smooth as he could get it.

"First say you love me."

There was a slightly strangled sound coming from Quatre. "That's so sweet!" the little blonde cried. "What are you waiting for, Duo! Say you love him!" he said with an unceremonial push to Duo's back.

"There is no need to push me like that!" Duo jibbed, falling forward onto Heero. He scrambled up again, bringing his eyes level with Heero's, then smiled. "I love you, Heero Yuy. With all my heart. I'm yours, forever I belong to you," he whispered, kissing him sweetly.

"Are you turning soft on me, Duo?"

Wait, was he mocking him now? If he was, he would regret it. "Oh, am I?" he growled, and took the base of his cock - his *hard* cock, guiding the tip under Heero's balls and then he started poking, slicking the skin with his precum that had started flowing sumptuously to see - hear - Heero like this.

"Oh god!" Heero gasped, throwing his head back. Damn, that felt good! But he was poking at the wrong place!

"What do you want, Hee-chan?"

"Lower…"

"What Hee-chan?"

Heero's head jerked forward again and he felt his fingers curling around the chains of his hand cuffs. Too - fucking - *good*! his mind panted. Now Duo had started circling the tip of his penis against the underside of his balls. "Go… lower," Heero complained with a broken groan, and he raised his hips - or so tried to - in a fruitless attempt to draw Duo's cock to his waiting entrance.

"You want me to go lower?"

"Yeah."

"Why would I want to go lower?" Duo murmured, while ever so slowly drawing his cock along the pink skin under Heero's balls, but returning just before he reached the flexing hole. His movements were almost leisurely. Fuck, he had finally discovered his favorite pass-time. Pity it had taken him so long, though. "What do I have to do there?"

*Oooh*, if only Heero wasn't wearing handcuffs! "Fuck me."

Oh fucking Christ! Duo believed that his subconscious self had just shot his load. "Fuck you?"

"Yes!" Heero nodded desperately, his eyes closed in pleasure, hips urgently rocking against the teasing tip of Duo's cock.

"You want me to screw you?"

"Yes! Screw me, master," Heero whimpered.

"I wanna hear you scream it, Heero."

"Ah… master…"

"*Scream* it, Heero!" Duo ordered.

"Screw me, master!"

"Louder!"

"SCREW ME, MASTER!!"

Duo noticed something flying through the air at the left of him, and he heard a suspiciously satisfactory sound too. The flying stuff had been cum, the sound a groan and both were Wufei's doing. He chuckled. Oh, this was simply priceless. And he was just getting started.

A tiny, yet deceptively shrill voice, shrieking in Heero's head informed him that there was no more stimulation coming from Duo. He abruptly stopped his shouting of "Yes, master. More, master," and snapped his eyes open. To his rapidly growing dismay, he saw that Duo  was just sitting back and grinning at him. "Du-master! Why did you stop?"

Duo chuckled again, though there was a hint of malice in his voice this time. "You have been a very good cum slut, Heero."

"Then why…"

"But you didn't say please."

Heero could've cried. He believed that he was already doing that. "Please! Please, master!" he tried desperately. His cock oozed precum, as if pleading along with him, he felt it dribbling out of the slit.

But Duo stayed relentless. "Quatre," he said, holding Heero's imploring eyes with his own.

Silence.

Except for some wet, sloppy noises at his right and happy purring... and Heero's constant whining of course.

"Quatre?" he said, turning his head and spontaneously moaning. Quatre seemed a little occupied. With most interesting things. He was nibbling around Trowa's ear, his hand enthusiastically fondling Trowa's groin, while pushing his cock repeatedly against Trowa's hip.

"Quatre," Duo growled. "Get your tongue out of Trowa's ear and get over here. I want you to lick Heero's balls."

It was only with great effort that Quatre managed to haul his mind back to the here and now. Duo wanted him to do what?

"What Duo?"

"You heard me," Duo said, making a gesture towards Heero with his head. "Lick him."

Duo's authorative demeanor was astounding, Quatre found. But wait. It wouldn't stay that way. Things would soon make a drastic u-turn. But not yet. Coz this, this ought to be fun. Extremely fun.

He pulled away from the confident warmth of Trowa's body and shifted so he was right next to Duo. "You're one kinky demon, Maxwell," he murmured in his ear.

Quatre's angel breath on his hot skin made Duo shiver. "Kinky doesn't even come close," he said, and pushed the brilliant blonde head down. "Now go. I know you want to."

Oh, did he want to. The descent of his head was accompanied with impish sparkles of his ocean blue eyes towards Heero, and a very uncanny grin. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, heard Heero moaning in anticipation.

"Quatre!"

Heero felt shudders running through him as Duo pushed Quatre's head down. He moaned for the pleasure to come and let his eyes fall shut, awaiting the soft touch of Quatre's tongue on his balls.

Unnervingly, it didn't come.

"Quatre!"

Quatre's head swiveled to the right.

"Use this," Trowa said.

Quatre saw Trowa passing a white jar and a feather to him and he took it with a purely evil smile that made Heero feel positively uncomfortable.

It had come from Trowa's box. All of a sudden seemed of vital importance to Duo to know what else was in that box. He shuffled over to Trowa and bowed over the box with that typical Maxwell inquisitiveness. "What's in the box, Tro?" he said.

"Yeah, what's in there, Trowa?" Wufei asked, his interest also piqued.

But Trowa quickly drew the box towards himself, protectively laying a hand over the lid. "Are you sure you wanna know?"

"Of course," Duo shrugged.

"W-why? Why are you being so mysterious about it, Trowa?" Wufei stuttered.

Trowa leaned a bit closer and narrowed his eyes, like he was about to tell some spooky story. Which he was. Kinda. "Well, maybe it's like the box of Pandora," he said with a muted voice.

Duo frowned. "The box of panda who?"

"Yeah Trowa, the box of panda who?" Quatre said suspiciously, pausing in his actions of coating the feather in the powder from the jar. It was just a box of toys.

"Don't you know the story of Pandora?"

Three breathless heads shook a no.

"Well, a long time ago, there was a woman named Pandora. She was assigned to guard a box. It was a very mysterious box, and so her curiosity was roused. She thought something very beautiful was inside, and she wanted to see what it was and so her greed took over, and throwing all caution to the winds, she opened the box. However!"

All three jumped at the sudden exclamation.

"However, the box didn't contain something beautiful, on the contrary. Once it was opened, it unleashed all forms of suffering and mayhem, raining down on the unfortunate soul who had yielded to its temptation; namely Pandora."

The silence was shocking. The only thing audible was Heero's hard, labored breathing. They were simply hanging on Trowa's every word, marveling at his intellect.

"Wow, that was a cool story," Duo finally said. "But what does it have to do with your box?"

"Don't you get it, you retard?" Wufei yapped. "If you're too eager to know what's inside the box, then crappy stuff will happen to you."

"Yes, Duo," Quatre agreed. "If you don't want to undergo the same fate as Pandora, then you have to keep your paws off it."

"So the box can only be opened by its rightful owner then?"

"Exactly," Trowa nodded.

"Otherwise I'll have to face 'the wrath of the box'?" Duo added theatrically.

"Uhu," Quatre grinned. He, evidently, knew what was in the box.

"I'm willing to take that risk." He reached for the wretched box, determined to snag it from Trowa's possessive hands and it was then that Heero's frustrated shout permeated the air.

Forgotten again! "Hey!" Heero yelled. "What does a person have to do here to get a bit of attention, other than being splayed open like a rabbit ready for dissection?!"

Quatre turned his head back to the naked beauty displayed in front of them with a guilty expression and lifted the feather out of the jar. "Sorry," he murmured with a sheepish grin. "I promise to make it up to you, kay?" He lowered the feather and brushed it over Heero's darkened balls, leaving behind the powder that had stuck to the feather. Then he dipped his head and laved the wrinkled skin with strong and firm licks, making sure he swept every sugary particle along.

The verbal abuse of certain religious terms rolled out of Heero's throat in rapid succession. More powder was applied, lower this time and Heero felt the feather tickling around his entrance. Quatre's tongue followed, again, cleaning his heated skin with gusto, and accordingly, more profanities were sent through the air. He pulled hard at the chains of his cuffs when Quatre's tongue tried to pry his entrance open, and pulled again when Quatre gently pushed inside, making the headboard shake.

Duo gaped at them, definitely drooling and panting lightly. "Trowa, I hope that headboard's made of solid steel."

"Uhu," Trowa nodded, equally as mesmerized. "It is."

"Good."

"Speaking of solid steel," Wufei said, staring significantly at Heero's cock, and crawled over to it. It looked so lonely on his stomach. So very tempting. Too tempting. He grabbed it and moved his hand up and down.

This brought a very interesting idea to Trowa's head. His hand dove into the box, rummaged around a bit, then came back out with a small foil package. "Duo, maybe you'd care to try this on him?" he said, offering Duo the package.

Duo, with some reluctance, looked at the object in Trowa's hand, and raised confused eyes. "A condom? Why? We're all negative, aren't we?"

"Yes," Trowa nodded. "But it's not a regular one, it's flavored."

Duo's face brightened up at this little detail. "Cool! I've never tried that. Kinda hard to suck myself off, eh. By the way, that powder. Very fascinating," he said, while taking the condom from Trowa's hand and ripping the foil open. "Where did you get it?"

"The Internet," Trowa shrugged as a matter of course.

"Really? I've already visited lots of sites, but I've never come across that."

"It's in the edible section. You should check it out sometimes. It's a hoot."

"Really?"

"Hey ladies!" Wufei interrupted their chattering. "Rather check *this* out."

They followed Wufei's eyes and noticed several things. One of them was that Quatre was still joyfully poking his tongue in and out of Heero, and that Wufei was still fiercely sliding his hand up and down Heero's cock. More interesting however, was the tone of Heero's voice, high, loud and very erotic, the spasmodically clawing of his fingers against his chains, the tensing of his thighs, the curling of his toes. He was on the very brink of orgasm.

"No no no!" Duo yelled. "Not yet!"

Heero liked to believe sometimes that he had complete control over himself. His body, his reactions, his hormones. Even while having sex.

Bullshit, of course.

His body jerked, his hands strained against the - fortunately - plush cuffs; he was sweating, felt extremely hot with no water around to cool him down this time. The alternatively soft and then piercing tongue of Quatre and the fantastically stroking hand of Wufei brought him to the edge of heaven, making him swear each time, encouraging the next.

"Aahnn, Wufei. Don't stop!" he cried, rather plaintively. "So good… Quatre! Qua… Qua-ah… ah! Ah!" He felt that burning tidal wave coming up again, waiting for that last spark to consume him. "Go on! Go *on*!"

But his pestering boyfriend wouldn't allow that. He brutally pushed the two boys away and elbowed his way in between them.

Everything was suddenly gone again, and Heero could not have repeated the blasphemies he uttered at that moment. His hands were itching to grab something, preferably someone's throat. And then he would squeeze so *hard*! Now who…?

"Duo!" three frustrated voices complained.

"You're such a sport spoil, Maxwell!" Wufei yelled.

"Yeah, he was about to come!" Trowa added.

"I thought it couldn't do any harm with that cream we used!" Quatre groused.

"I know Quat. But, my horny little friends," Duo said with an air. "It's gonna get a lot more amusing."

To be continued…

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