Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Voyeur ❯ Chapter 1

Title - Voyeur
Author - trowacko

Archive - Sin http://trowacko.decayedcottoncandy.com
Rating - NC-17
Warnings - 2x1x5, voyeurism, masturbation
Disclaimers - I do not own Gundam Wing in any way, nor do I make a claim to. No profit, no harm done.
Author's note - For Asuka.



The cooling tea near his hand brought back nostalgic memories of the few moments of peace during the war. Wufei picked up the cup and sipped lightly at the tepid liquid although the temperature had dwindled below the point of burning his lips. He set it down indifferently and returned his attention to the consoles in front of him where he waited patiently for the twin set of highly secure comm lines to blink. He had already tracked and reprimanded a number of agents abusing the secure lines yet these two had managed to elude him for some time. He hadn't figured out why the lines would show secure and then blink out, but he'd finally managed to detect a pattern in how the comm lines were being used. It was only a matter of time before he reprimanded the last two resource-abusing agents in his sector - or worse, discover a new fire to put out. A moment later, his patience was rewarded when the two switched on and two secure lines went dead. He waited until the pattern started and he followed it. His hands hovered ready over the controls as he waited for the proper moment to break in the line to monitor.

"Now," he whispered to himself and eased into the stream of communication. One facet of his communication program fed the two lines to the monitors he had set up before him while blocking his presence as the two communicated back and forth. The scrambled pictures slowly came into focus, quickly sharpening, and caused Wufei to gasp. He sat back and touched the teacup as if the small ceramic item might bring him back to reality rather than allow the two images to be real. Preventer work suddenly never seemed tedious at all.

"Move back, I can't see enough," Heero husked at Wufei. Sudden panic filled Wufei at the surrealism of being addressed before he remembered it wasn't he Heero spoke to, but Duo.

The same naked Duo who lay splayed upon a bed with his legs spread wide, a studded black leather collar around his neck, and one hand grasped loosely around something Wufei couldn't see, but could guess. Duo scowled briefly and bucked himself backwards, thrusting his erection at the camera. Both Wufei and Heero gasped and jerked at the same time.

"That was a nice touch," Heero commented, and licked his lips.

"Can you see enough now?" Duo smiled. His left hand returned to his erection and slowly stroked it up and down. His hair, free of its confining braid, shimmered as it draped itself over Duo's shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," Heero replied. A slow smile crossed his lips and he glanced away from the camera as if shy.

"You can't back out on me now, Heero," Duo warned. Before Heero could respond, Duo turned his back to his camera and cupped himself with both hands. "I can have enough fun with my two buddies here and you'd never get to see."

"I'm not backing out."

Heero sounded almost petulant, Wufei noted with some amusement. His mind reeled with questions as to how two of his comrades had not only kept their relationship a secret, but had gone through the trouble of jacking into Preventer comm lines to carry out sexual plays with each other.

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine," Duo called over his shoulder. Heero sighed in resignation.

"Like I haven't already seen yours already," he muttered. Obligingly, he backed away from the camera until his own bed came into view. He sat down and fussed over his clothes a bit before taking them off. Naked, he seemed to gain some confidence and a small grin touched his lips. "What color do you want to see?"

Duo lightly stroked himself as he contemplated. Few people in the world, Wufei was certain, could pull their pudding and still look seriously in thought.

"Do the pink one, that one's my favorite."

If Wufei had thought he couldn't be any more surprised than he was at that moment, he would have been wrong. Heero disappeared for a few seconds and returned with a sizeable dark pink dildo in his right hand and what looked like a small tube in the other.

"For a while, I thought I was your favorite." Heero leaned his head and glanced off-screen in a very passable imitation of one irked.

"You know, for a while I did think you ran on batteries of some kind. Until our first night." Duo's eyes looked faraway for a few seconds. "What a night," he smirked.

"Romeo, I'd like to get a little sleep sometime tonight," Heero called. He didn't bother glancing up, only continuing with his preparations by popping the cap off the tube and squeezing some of the clear gel onto the palm of his left hand. The dildo was thrust into it and swirled until it gleamed brightly. Somehow it seemed almost alive in the way it caught and reflected the bright lights of the room and the way Heero pumped his hand up and down its shaft.

"I hope you do that to me the next time we see each other," Duo breathed, watching his lover's deft movements. Heero stopped cold and glanced at his hands, a slow blush working over his cheeks.

"Really?" he mused reflectively. He held the gleaming object close to his face and glanced at the camera emotionlessly. "You wouldn't want a little of this then?" He stuck his tongue out and flicked it against the firm head, closing his eyes. Without warning, he shoved it into his mouth, his cheeks dipping from the effort of opening his jaws wide enough to accommodate the piece. With slow movements, he bobbed his head against it, working it deeper and deeper until his Adam's apple twitched as it touched the back of his throat. He took it out of his mouth, and a long line of spittle connected the two, breaking when Heero pulled it far enough away.

Wufei heard a loud click and started in surprise. Guilty, he glanced over his shoulder at his empty office. He swallowed and heard the same noise from his dry throat. "Well, that'd make a man thirsty," he whispered to himself on the verge of giving into a fit of giggles - giggles! His mind shouted gleefully - at watching two very serious soldiers become kinky porn stars for each other. He sipped his cold tea and concentrated on his work at hand. Work, he reminded himself sternly.

Onscreen, Heero had retrieved a smaller dildo at some point and slicked it with the gel. Turning his back to the monitor, he hiked one leg onto the bed and balancing himself carefully, he leaned sideways and slid it slowly into his body, his face pinched in concentration.

"Do that thing again," Duo whispered. He'd gotten a tube of his own and was in the process of working a miniscule amount of the stuff over his shaft.

Heero paused as he debated, then picked up the pink dildo and slid it into his mouth with his left hand while his right lightly thrust the other dildo into his body. He turned his head enough so his profile showed very clearly, one dildo firmly ensconced in his ass and the other gleaming in his mouth. The sight of seeing Heero filled from front and behind was surprisingly erotic. Enough so that Wufei felt his groin tighten. A moan slipped from his lips and he hesitantly touched himself.

"Do it, Heero," he whispered to the screen where neither would even hear him, "finish it."

"Heero," Duo husked loudly. He laid back down on his bed and began stroking himself harder. His head lolled back in unrepentant lust, although his gaze, as well as Wufei's, remain fixed on Heero's actions.

On the left monitor, Wufei watched Duo curl his feet closer to his body and spread his legs wider, eyes ever intent on the screen to watch Heero. On the right, Heero slipped free of the smaller dildo with a groan and a half-smile that spoke of his gratification. With the pink dildo still in his mouth, he got up and walked toward the camera, letting it slide from his mouth slowly. The wet sheen of it moving from his mouth alone was like a wet dream come true. When he gripped the head of it between his teeth simply drove he and Duo mad. It was even more aggravating when Heero pulled it from his mouth and walked backwards toward the bed. Duo's reaction was obvious and it was enough for Heero to further his show and confidence.

Each step was calculated to accentuate the graceful lines of his body coupled with the firm muscles beneath his almost smooth skin. Scars from the war peppered his form, a few larger ones most likely from his bout of self-destruction in Wing, but instead of blemishing his appearance, it only solidified him as a man. With each new step, he slid the dildo down his body, leaving a thin wet trail behind. Sexy, masculine, yet still wanton from his slack expression. Once the back of his legs bumped into the bed, Heero rubbed the object up and down his shaft. He lifted his left leg onto the bed and leaned himself backwards, his balance seemingly precarious.

"Do it, Heero," Duo whispered loud enough to be heard.

Heero slid the dildo around to his back, his face contorting in concentration as he shoved the larger object into his body. He groaned with a shuddering smile as it filled him, his own erection standing firmly upwards. Once deep enough, he rotated it with each slow thrust and began building a rhythm that seemed to match Duo's. Neither of the two spoke any longer, and the only sounds were the wet smack of Duo's length into his hands and Heero's grunts of effort and thrusting the false shaft into his body.

 

The two men on his monitors were his friends, his comrades, yet seeing them without any inhibitions whatsoever was so sexually charging that Wufei guiltily loosened his pants and slid his right hand beneath the band, fingering his erection lightly as he watched.

"Heero," Duo panted. His head lolled back for only a moment before his gaze riveted back to his screen. Heero gave a soft cry, his focus to his own monitor hazed as he pumped his body up and down in calculated motions. "Now, Heero, finish it now!"

Duo's back arched as his orgasm claimed him. Spurts of his seed fell over his hands, more if it spilling with each pump. On the next screen, Heero slid his body to the right with practiced ease, pulling the dildo almost completely free at the same time. By the time he knelt on all fours atop the mattress to show his body in profile, he slid it back within him. He lifted one hand free and found his own erection, pumping it with almost savage violence. The man's voice reduced itself to a low keening wail that sent shivers down Wufei's body. The dildo managed to keep its position even as Heero found his own climax. Each time he thrust his hips forward, the dark pink object was made more obvious. His muscles shuddering exquisitely, Heero all but laid himself into the small pool he'd made on the bed; instead, he merely rocked himself to a stop, resting on his forearms with his back arched. The graceful line of his bent legs followed a complementary line of his back up to his ass. With a smirk very much unlike what Wufei was used to seeing of Heero, he stared into the camera.

"Gods, Heero. How many times have we seen each other like this, yet every time I want to just walk into the room and fuck you brainless."

"Enough times that you do if we're on the same base." He reached back to pull the dildo free when Duo's voice stopped him.

"Leave it like that for a little bit, Heero," he called softly. His shuddering fingers found his lips and he smeared some of his own essence across them, licking the thin film away. "Thank you."

With a groan, Heero finally pulled the object from his body. He walked with a faint limp off-screen and returned with a damp towel that he used to clean himself up a bit. "Commander Farsen has called for volunteers for the opening week over at the new Bocaun base, interested?"

"Yeah?" Duo asked, fetching his own towel to clean himself. Heero nodded.

"It's something of a ceremonial thing, something which I know you love so much."

Duo scowled. "Why would I want to go a bunch of stuffy parties?"

The sheets were folded and tossed out of view, and Heero returned with a fresh set. "Who says it has to be stuffy? Besides, it's one of the few bases I haven't even been to yet - finished, that is."

"Ah," Duo replied knowingly, "local points of interest, good night life? When do we leave?"

Wufei's fingers trembled as he released his aching erection to disconnect the program. The two screens went black immediately, their faces innocent and cold. Air seemed to hitch in his throat as he tried in vain to regain his composure, his mind still whirling at what he'd just witnessed. It was his job to catch people abusing important resources. He'd had his proof within a matter of minutes yet he'd watched until it was over before removing himself from the privacy of two of his best friends. Not to mention that one served at his home base.

"I didn't want to see," he whispered to himself. Neither monitor offered an answer or reprieve. He frowned at what he'd done, except his body tingled with the remembered sensations of pleasure at watching the two men fondle themselves, provoking each other's lust. That he should tell his friends what he'd done echoed in his mind, each repetition a guilty stab at his heart and groin.

"Heero," he breathed, thrusting his right hand back beneath the band of his pants. Eyes closed, he stroked himself slowly with the images of Heero's writhing body fresh in his mind. He grunted heavily, leaning his head back to stare into the shadows above him where he caught a phantom glimpse of Duo's slack face and long sublime body. "Duo..."

In front of him, he didn't notice the red light indicating the camera as active while he whispered the two names until his seed spilled over his hands. Finished for the night in more ways than one, Wufei cleaned himself and went to his room.

"Vacation?" he fairly spat back at his commander the next morning. Commander Farsen's eyes narrowed in amusement.

"To be honest, we're one of four bases who have been ordered to send a small contingent. You're to chaperone the youngsters we're sending. A boring detail, I know, but you're one of few I'd entrust to represent our base. Besides, you get to play with new toys while you're there."

Wufei nodded gravely. "Do you have any specific instructions, sir?"

Farsen smiled and handed over a manila envelope with his prized agent's details. "I do have one. Try having some fun."

Packing was easy enough given that he only had a number of identical suits and uniforms. He was nervous at the prospect of spending a week in the presence of the two soldiers he could barely name aloud anymore, but his duties were clear enough and it was his focus on the task at hand that allowed him a measure of comfort.

"For one as focused as you, I'm surprised you'd be late."

Wufei froze in mid-stride as he recognized the voice's owner. Catching himself, he glanced up to see Heero with his own bag slung over his shoulder at the hangar where a number of cadets and agents milled about.

"Take off is at 0900," he replied easily enough. "Are you... taking this flight, too?" The other man nodded nonchalantly.

"Yeah. We're taking two groups. We'd each have one, except one has been commandeered for wait staff, so you and I will be watching out for the cadets." Heero peered more closely at Wufei's pale expression. "Didn't you read your orders?"

"I generally debrief during flight," Wufei finally stammered. Instead of furthering the conversation, Wufei made his way toward the baggage drop. Cadets quickly followed suit and he lost Heero during the melee of situating his charges. He needn't have worried about spending the flight alone with his orders when Heero plopped down next to him a few minutes later, however.

"Have you seen the new base yet?" he asked, buckling himself in.

"No," Wufei replied. "I was working on a few important cases. Sightseeing wasn't on my docket." He opened his orders and starting skimming through it until a particular passage caught his attention and he forced himself to read again more slowly.

"Sightseeing wasn't really on my docket either, though the base was. I helped design the command station. The last time I saw it, it was still mostly skeletal although I could see it would turn out well. If they kept to my specs, that is. Whoa, are you okay?"

Wufei barely registered Heero's last sentence as he stared at his orders in disbelief.

'Permission granted to utilize the new security station for current investigation. Locate and report on anomalous communication breaches. Clearance and assistance will be given upon arrival.'

If he'd already caught them with his own methods, it was only a matter of time before Heero's new system would get his two comrades caught by people who wouldn't be dissuaded by friendship. Leave it to Farsen to know Wufei wouldn't be happy leaving an open investigation behind for a 'vacation' and Heero for making a powerful security system. How or when to confront his friends was suddenly hugely more important than it had been the night before.

"I'm fine," he managed. He slipped the paper back in its envelope and tucked it into the interior pocket of his jacket. "But it looks like you're going to be watching the cadets alone. My orders apparently have changed."

"Anything I can do to help?" Heero asked curiously.

Yes, no, stop hacking lines so you and Duo can jerk off for each other? What do you want me to say, Heero? What am I supposed to do?

"I'll let you know," he replied guardedly.

He wasn't particularly surprised when Heero let the silence hang between them for the duration of the three-hour flight.

"Bocaun Base is the first base that resembles bases of nearly two hundred years ago," a young guide smilingly informed them as they walked through the airport. Her speech was mechanical enough that Wufei was sure she'd been giving the same tour for the last few months of the base's construction. "Built almost solely into the side of the Rocky Mountains, it's the largest underground facility in the world. While many underground strongholds are designed for a small contingent, Bocaun can maintain a full assembly of over a hundred troops with enough supplies to last a year. Its systems are state of the art, its appointments basic, yet luxurious in many ways. It's hailed as the new headquarters for the Preventers and its induction as such shall take place within the month." The rest of her speech was lost to Wufei as he contemplated his course of action while on base. Soon enough, the group stopped at a well-manned security station where Heero scowled quietly.

"I specified only four stations to be erected, not a dozen," he whispered to Wufei. "What's the point of having the 'most secure' base in the world if the door's wide open?" The two shuffled forward with the rest of their crew with their ID's out and ready. Wufei watched his scanned and noticed the way the guard glanced at him in surprise before saluting.

"Agent Chang, Commander Tate has requested your presence immediately upon arrival."

Obstinately ignoring Heero's stare, Wufei nodded and allowed himself to be led away from his group and into the bowels of the base.

"It's an ongoing investigation," Wufei finished a few minutes later as he and Tate walked into the huge command center. His breath left him at the sheer size of the room.

Large enough to hold over a hundred people, the few dozen people almost seemed like a mere handful as they casually walked between stations. Huge monitors covered the walls of the room with a screen almost as tall as the room holding center stage. Tate, a rugged man in his early fifties, grinned.

"This is the largest center in the entire world and colonies," he announced proudly, puffing his chest as much as his lean form could manage. "Automated enough to withstand a skeleton crew, it's manned all hours of the day. In this next room," he gestured and walked them toward a door built to resemble the wall, "is our security station for the base itself. Commander Farsen has authorized you to have unrestricted access to it, so feel free to visit whenever you want."

Wufei nodded. "Thank you, sir. If it's not much trouble, I'd work easiest alone in the evenings."

"Well," Tate answered after some hesitation, "normally we don't allow sole access to anyone, but with your clearance, I don't see a problem with that for the evenings; during the day is another story. By the way, it's my understanding that the gentleman who helped design this system is with your group? Perhaps he could be of some assistance."

"Thank you, sir, but that won't be necessary."

"Nonsense," Tate snorted. "For work such as your investigation, another pair of hands is always useful. During the evenings, cadets are restricted to the barracks anyway, so I don't see a problem with it." He waited expectantly with an indulgent grin.

"Your hospitality is most generous," Wufei finally replied with a salute. Four hours later he was no closer to figuring out how to get Heero out of the room when he found the two of them alone in it. So much for fast thinking, he chided himself wearily. At that, he couldn't tell Heero to catch up with Duo when Duo hadn't been able to attend at all, he discovered.

"I'm helping an investigation I don't have clearance for, I don't know what I'm looking for, let alone if I've come across it," Heero complained mildly as he sat in the station next to Wufei. "Sounds like I'm going to be a big help."

"I can tell you we're tracking specific anomalous transmissions. Although that's a bit ambiguous, just let me know what kind you find and I'll go from there."

"Why not play back anomalous signals recorded at specific stations? There might be a lot, but it'll give you an idea of which ones to dismiss."

"I don't think there will be anything like that," Wufei answered. "I'm... I'm tracking breaches to the secure lines." He stared at the monitor in front of him instead of looking at Heero. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Heero stop what he was doing.

"Target transition points between secure and non-secure? Very few people have clearance for immediate secure. I can check that first."

Wufei nodded silently. It was one of the first tricks he'd used in the first months to find the first violators of the comm lines and one that had failed in catching his two comrades who were far more clever. Given the time it would entail to sift through millions of recorded transmissions, he didn't see a problem with Heero spinning his wheels while he figured out how to tell his comrade he'd already been caught.

"Found two," Heero called minutes later. Surprised, Wufei got up and walked to Heero's station. "The dates on the first one is a month ago and the second was last night." Before his partner could protest, Heero played the first one.

On the screen, one of the base commanders starting giving a report to another base before stopping in his first sentence to go secure. The first attempt apparently failed and flustered, he'd tried again and the playback ended. The second started as a black screen, its image shot with white snow that gradually faded. Dark, but discernable, Wufei caught his breath as he watched himself splayed back against his chair, his hands thrust inside his pants. The audio was broken, yet he could clearly make out the two names he'd whimpered as he jerked off. His climax was a bit grainy, but it didn't matter; it was obvious what he'd done. Falling backwards, the young agent gaped openly on the floor at the screen. Heero, he noted with detachment, barely seem affected at all.

"Well," Heero murmured dully, "that might not be a security breach, but it looks like a breach of some kind to me."

"Heero -- I--"

The screen paused with the image of Wufei's eyes closed, his lips parted in a silent groan while his hands engulfed his erection. Heero regarded it for a few seconds before his hands returned to the keyboard and started typing commands."When you disconnected, it gave a spike to the stream. I backtracked it to see who could have possibly hacked the hacker. I shouldn't have been surprised it was you. What surprised me, however..."

I can explain! Wufei wanted to shout. Sure, his mind replied wryly, think of an explanation and we can utter it.

"I-- I-- couldn't think of how to tell you," his locked mind finally offered.

"Tell us which - that you witnessed our actions, or that you jerked off calling our names when you were done watching?"

Neither? Both?

An apology almost made it past his lips, stopped only by the cold knowledge that while he'd watched his friends perform for each other, they'd watched him getting off on it when they were done and hadn't said anything either. Right and wrong, the two sides of his known spectrum suddenly bled into shades of grey where neither existed. Defeated, he contented himself with huddling against the wall and staring at the floor.

"I knew I shouldn't have finished watching once I saw what you were going to do. I don't have an explanation or excuse for that. I can only hope you two will forgive me."

"Did you like what you saw?"

Wufei glanced up incredulously. "What?"

"Simple question," Heero shrugged. He turned back to the console and purged Wufei's recording before bringing up the two feeds of himself and Duo and did the same to them. "We want to know if you really liked what you saw. My first impression was, of course, yes."

"Does it really matter?" he asked warily.

"I think it does," Duo spoke up onscreen. Wufei glanced up sharply to see Duo sitting on the edge of his bed in his boxers. He averted his eyes for a moment before guiltily glancing back at the screen - only to check the color of Duo's shorts, his mind assured, not to ogle. Duo suddenly laughed. "He's a voyeur, alright. Answer the question, Wufei. Did you like it or not?"

Eyes back on the carpet in front of him, Wufei whispered, "Yes."

Heero knelt in front of him with his hands out, palms up. "Do you want to see more?" Wufei didn't have to glance very far up to see Heero had unbuttoned his shirt and it lay open to expose firm flesh begging to be touched.

"I don't know." Confusion had a new name and it was Wufei, his mind laughed.

"Take your shirt off, Heero," Duo called. Without hesitation, Heero pulled the garment off and tossed it next to Wufei.

"Take your hair down," Heero called back, his eyes intent on the intrepid agent who had caught them. He didn't look to see if Duo obeyed, but he caught the conflict in Wufei's frozen expression at wanting to look at the screen instead of the floor. "Look at him, Wufei. It's okay."

"I can't."

Oh, but it was obvious how much he wanted to. Rather than entice the other man with Duo's distant visage, Heero knelt in front of his comrade and undid the buckle and the front of his pants. Wufei tore his gaze away from the patch of carpet he'd been staring at to look at the wall with wide eyes. Not to be dissuaded, Heero shoved his clothes down to his knees and knelt on all fours.

"You can look, Wufei. Tell me what you want to see and I'll show you. We both will."

"Why?" he wanted to know. Commands, suggestions, entreaties played out in his mind, but none made it past his lips.

"Because we like it, Wufei. We like each other's bodies. We like what you saw too and we liked what we saw of you. Did you change your mind when you said you liked what you saw?" He reached out to touch Wufei's chin lightly and waited patiently.

"Will you..." Wufei licked his lips, and dragged his gaze up to meet Heero's. "Will you sit back?"

In one fluid motion, Heero sat back on his heels, his pants bunched around his shins. He held the position patiently until Wufei managed to look down his body appreciatively.

"You can touch anything you want."

Tempting, but the offer would probably have to be reciprocated, he realized. "Anything?" he asked nonetheless.

"Anything," Heero assured patiently. "Tell me what you want to see."

A willing man at his command - two if he counted Duo - who provoked his very being with their presence like this, he thought. His body stopped trembling and he finally glanced at Duo, waiting until the other man nodded before turning back to Heero.

"Lay back?"

Heero obeyed, watching Wufei the entire time. After a few moments, Wufei crawled next to Heero and leaned over the other man. His eyes took in wonder Heero's body up close and very much in the flesh. He laid his right hand hesitantly over the firm chest, touching it with wonderment, pulling his hand away as if it were hot.

"Touch him, Wufei," Duo whispered.

Wufei found himself obeying without thought, his fingers slipping up from Heero's flat belly to lightly play with one nipple then the other. The path of his hand traveled further down until it lay above Heero's erection.

Anything.

The flesh he grasped was warm and alive. He delighted at the soft groan Heero uttered and loosely pumped his hand up and down as he'd done to himself the night before. Except rather than imagine Heero, the man was laid out before him, an offer waiting to be taken. Before he continued, he slid himself down to pull the last of the clothes away, leaving Heero naked on the carpet.

Tell me what you want.

"Spread your legs."

Wufei sidled between Heero's knees, kissing the man's inner thighs and working his way upwards.

"Heero, put your left leg down, I can't see," Duo called softly. Wufei paused while Heero obeyed. He hovered above Heero's length hesitantly and caught the man's nod of consent. Lowering his head, he closed his eyes and felt warm flesh enter his mouth by slow degrees. Somewhere outside his mind, he heard an appreciative moan coaxing him on. He licked up the length only to plunge it deeply into his mouth again. One hand held Heero's belly as he worked, his whole mind focused on tasting, pulling, and licking. Hands in his hair brought him out of his daze and he pulled back to lick his lips.

"In the pants pocket," Heero panted. He remained in place while Wufei searched the discarded pants.

"I want to see you, Wufei," Duo broke in. "Let us see you now."

For the first time since starting, Wufei hesitated. To entreat him further, Heero half-rolled over on his side, his legs still spread. It was impossible to refuse such an offer that the once stern agent undid his clothes and dropped them next to Heero's.

"Will you wait for me?" Duo asked once Wufei was naked.

 

"You're here?" Wufei asked, surprised. He shook his head without bothering to wait for an answer. Of course, Duo was, he thought wryly.

"I'll occupy him until you get here," Heero advised. He curled around and crawled towards Wufei, coaxing him to kneel. Wufei obeyed willingly enough, unsure of what do next. He needn't have worried as Heero returned the previous favor and took Wufei's length into his mouth. The small tube fell to the floor as Wufei's head fell back to drink in the sensation of another man's mouth wetly bobbing up and down his erection. He dug his fingers into Heero's hair, moaning as the pressure in his belly fell lower and lower. He barely acknowledged the door opening, and his moment of panic abated at the sight of Duo shedding his clothes as he closed the distance between them. His hands ran through the soldier's hair, traveling lower until he cupped Heero's cheeks to feel the way they the man's mouth moved.

Duo fell to his knees behind Heero, one hand picked up the forgotten tube and squirted some of it onto the other hand that gently worked into the valley of Heero's ass once it had a generous amount.

"Heero," Wufei whimpered. "Duo." Drunkenly, he caught Duo's amused gaze and reached toward the other man. Duo obliged by taking the proffered four fingers and sucked on them while his own slowly worked on Heero. He watched with detached curiosity as Duo pulled his fingers from his mouth and slid the wet digits across Heero's lower back. The gesture ended with a low groan from Heero. The ensuing vibrations sent shudders of pleasure throughout Wufei's body, and he almost fell backwards. It didn't matter that he occasionally felt teeth ride painful lines up his shaft or that the excess fluid dripped to the carpet below. What mattered was Heero's lips, his tongue, the wet heat of his mouth and the fervor in which he mercilessly rode Wufei's length.

 

At the man's other end, Duo had scooted closer, his hands firmly on Heero's hips as he carefully impaled his lover. Heero whimpered, his lips becoming like a firm clamp around the middle of Wufei's shaft. Within moments, the tempo that Heero had built shattered when Duo thrust himself deeply into the kneeling man. Wufei rocked backwards and steadied himself. Seconds spun out for a lifetime while Heero adjusted to the invasion. Soon enough, Duo's thrust mirrored Heero's and Wufei felt as though he was ridden as well as doing the riding. Wufei let out a plaintive wail that Duo moaned in time with, accentuated by Heero's muffled whimper.

"Take it, Heero," Duo purred lustily.

Suddenly the spiraling sensations culminating at Wufei's cock rose in magnitude. Each hard thrust down his shaft forced muscles to contort in protest and pleasure. His entire body felt harder than it had ever been and he grit his teeth against the feeling. Here was the image he'd fantasized the night before in seeing Heero filled in both ends that he half-feared it was an illusion. But it was no illusion to feel the other man's mouth claim him or to see Duo's hands on Heero's hips as he rode them both. His hands found Heero's hair again and held on as his orgasm claimed him and his seed spilled into Heero's mouth. The feel of Heero's throat working as he swallowed and kept pumping against him was blinding. Through it all, Duo thrust against the two other men, leaving no escape. Wufei cried out hoarsely and fell backwards with a muted thump as he struck the carpet. He stared in fascination at Heero's slack expression with fluid smeared across his lips and dripping from his chin.

"Heero!" Duo cried out, matching Wufei's whisper.

Heero's teeth suddenly clamped together, and fluid leaked between his teeth. The sight was painful enough that Wufei found himself clutching his own shaft as if verifying it remained intact. He saw Duo watching him intently and obligingly pumped his hand up and down as Duo filled his lover. Heero groaned thickly, his eyes shut in concentration. He closed his eyes as he felt Duo force himself deeper and then pull him off the carpet as the two leaned back, still joined together. Heat covered his shaft as Duo pumped him mercilessly. He reached back to clutch Duo's hair while his climax rampaged through his body. Weak and satisfied, he finally opened his eyes to see Wufei sprawled in front of them, his hand slowly working his spent arousal.

"Come here, Wufei," he gasped with one trembling hand outstretched. When the man was close enough, he pulled him against him, kissing his chin and down his neck. Over his shoulder, Heero felt the two kissing hesitantly at first, and then with more fervor. The three rocked together, sated and content. Before Wufei pulled away, Heero cupped the man's chin, allowing escape should Wufei not want to taste himself as they kissed. To his delight, Wufei smiled and kissed him, his tongue seeking and tasting. Rather than let their new lover escape, Heero clung to him, resting his head on a very firm shoulder.

"Let's get cleaned up," Duo whispered against Heero's back and Wufei's head, earning twin nods that he couldn't help but smile at.

Wufei got up first, shakily making his way to his clothes. Duo slipped himself free and released Heero who fell on all fours with a soft groan. The man didn't bother getting up, choosing instead to crawl across the floor to his own uniform. For a while, none of the men spoke as they eased themselves back to reality.

"You know," Wufei commented as he pulled his clothes on, "this still leaves the question of what to do about my investigation."

"Nonsense," Heero replied seriously. "What you encountered was little more than a series of security tests against the new system. The data I've collected will match the times you've already noted before. Problem solved."

"Do you think it's going to be that easy?"

"Sure," Duo broke in. "The easiest explanation is the best accepted. We just need to make sure we have another way of having private conversations without triggering an intrepid young agent's curiosity."

"Shouldn't be a problem," Wufei sighed. "I doubt any other agent's methods would be similar to my own."

"Breakfast together in the morning?" Heero asked, dismissing the more serious conversation from his place on the floor. He had one of his socks and diligently cleaned up the mess he'd left on the carpet. With his back to the others, he missed the way the newest of their number watched him appreciatively. Wufei caught Duo's smirk and started.

"Breakfast is good. I think I'm going to retire for the night if it's okay with you two."

"Sure," Heero called from his place without looking around.

"0700, Agent Wufei. Try not to be late," Duo grinned.

The walk to his room wasn't very far, but Wufei found himself all but slinking down the hall. Although he verified that his uniform was barely wrinkled, he could detect the scent of his own essence and feared anyone passing him might pick it up as well. It took two tries for him to open the door to his room and he started stripping before it had fully swung shut.

"You look a little guilty," Heero's voice spoke softly in the dark. Wufei's eyes widened and he glanced around furtively until he saw his vidphone brighten. Heero smiled, nudged aside a second later to accommodate Duo's face.

"We're testing out a new method of communication. Wanna help?"

Wufei couldn't suppress a grin as Heero's hand slid around Duo's shoulders, pulling the two away from the camera. They stood for a few seconds, waiting for an answer while Heero played with the buttons of Duo's shirt, undoing the top two.

"I have to sleep, guys. You really know how to wear someone out."

"Come on, Wufei. Don't be predictable," Duo complained.

"I'm showering and going to bed," he called over his shoulder, walking into the bathroom, content if not a bit wanting. The day washed itself from his skin by slow degrees. In his mind he replayed the ease of being with his two comrades, a smile perpetually stuck to his face. Rather than drying off, he left the water dripping from his body as he walked naked back in the room.

"It's hard playing a voyeur with the lights off," a voice called softly, freezing Wufei in his tracks.

With a click, the bedside lamp turned on. Naked and leaning back against the headboard was Duo with Heero mouthing against his erection. The other man licked his lips and glanced over his shoulder, his expression dark and enticing.

"A show can't be as fun as playing, though," Heero remarked off-handedly, spreading his legs a bit wider to further tempt their new lover.

Wufei walked toward the bed with a grin, dripping wet and as alive as he felt with the two earlier. Preventer work would never be tedious again.

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's insane*