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"Bananas in Space "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Pairings: 1+2+3 (Preventers) Rating: NC 17 Summary: Duo's banana doesn't have a tattoo. What's
a guy to do? Warnings to date: sequels are never as good as
the original story
"Bananas in Space "
Part 1. Trowa Barton eagerly eyed his banana. It was a lovely thing. Perfectly shaped, long, wide and very firm. Exquisite skin, quite without a blemish. Elegant color, yellow as an Earth's summer sunrise, with just a hint of tropical green at the ends. Altogether, it was a work of art. He carefully placed the fruit into his pocket. He had plans for that banana. Plans that involved Heero Yuy and/or Duo Maxwell. The three of them had not seen much of each other since moving in to Maxwell's rather seedy rooms on L2. Soon after arrival, Yuy had taken on a huge computer assignment at colonial Preventer's headquarters. Barton had been laboring long hours with patients at the new medical school's clinic building. And Maxwell had been lurking at night about the darkly dangerous alleys in the poorest sections of the colony, renewing his strategic connections with street people. Duo felt he had significantly lost touch, during his absence on L1 for an appendectomy. All in all, the three friends did not have much personal time together. Coming home from work in the early hours before artificial dawn, Barton planned to remedy the situation. He was fully prepared to pounce upon either of his roommates and enjoy full contact benefits. To that end, he came bearing a bribe. Fresh fruit was an expensive luxury item on L2. Barton licked his lips. He had not yet breakfasted. It was so tempting to just eat the banana now, and later rely upon his considerable personal charms in the seduction department. But Trowa resisted, keeping the fruit emphatically away from his mouth. "Its for Duo. Or Heero. If they're both home, then..." "Banana split," suggested Trowa's cock. "Complete with whipped cream." Barton shivered over the mental image of Yuy's golden fingers spreading whipped cream upon Maxwell's perfectly pale flesh. The added incentive rocketed the young man up the three flights of rickety stairs to their door. He paused momentarily to inspect the security of the entrance before accessing it. "Anyone home?" he softly asked the darkness as his eyes adjusted, in the meantime ready to attack a foe based on echo location. "Jus' me," Maxwell replied from the couch. Low tones, hoarse with weariness. Trowa felt his mouth water over the dim, fuzzy shadow that represented his roomie. Mmmm. Sleepy Duo. Yum. "I brought you a present." He reached into his pocket and drew it out of the depths. "Fresh fruit." He sat down on the edge of the couch, snuggling his butt into Maxwell's abdominal contours. "And here I thought you were just glad to see me. But actually it was only a banana in your pocket," Duo quipped. "What do you mean 'only a banana'? This is the first one I've even seen since we left L1." "Scarcer than hen's teeth," Duo agreed, flicking a match and lighting the oil lamp on the end table. "Let's have a look at it." He whistled as he ran his fingers over the skin. "Its a beauty all right. Uh oh. Shit. No Import Office tattoo." Maxwell sat up abruptly, muttering a string of curses. "You bought black market goods?" Startled by this turn of events, Barton explained rather haltingly. "Um, I didn't buy it. It was part of a fruit basket. One of my patients who was checking out of the hospital gave it to me as a thank you gift for taking care of him. And I saved it for you." Barton offered his best puppy eyes, swiping his long swatch of bangs out of his face to blast Maxwell with the full effect. "Ya remember the patient's name or room number?" Duo darted decisively over to their comp and com station, settling his scantily clad buns in the desk chair. "This wasn't how things were supposed to go," Trowa's cock complained. "That's privileged information. I don't think I should answer you," Barton replied icily. Some steamy interlude this was turning out to be. "I'm not following up on the buyer of the fruit basket or your patient. Just the seller," Maxwell offered over his shoulder as he accessed the clinic's records through Preventers' channels. "Room 410," Trowa scowled at Duo's naked back. "What's the big deal? Something like ninety percent of the goods for sale on the colony must be black market." "Yeah. But you dun understand. Black market food is a huge problem for L2-Earth Sphere relations. Because of recycling concerns. Balanced return of planetary organics. Intercolonial policy impact. Yadda yadda," Maxwell's voice trailed off as he began to study delivery records to the hospital. Barton strode off to the bathroom and locked the door. Later, he poked his head out inquisitively. The dark hall was empty. He stalked to the bedroom and shut the door. "When did you get home?" Heero Yuy was stretched out on the lumpy mattress. A lean and muscular young man, back pressed against the cracked plastic wall, hands clasped through the mussed hair at the back of his head, that subtle smirk upon his lips. He eyed Trowa up and down. "Two hundred forty-three seconds ago. Why are you sulking?" Barton didn't bother to deny it, though he wondered how Heero had discovered that so quickly. "Duo dissed my banana." "And I didn't get any nookie," Trowa's cock added sadly. "He was here?" " 'Was' being the operative word." "Did he get any breakfast before he left?" "My banana?" "No." Yuy lifted the fruit, holding it up for Trowa's inspection. Still unsullied in its perfection. "It was meant for a surprise. A pleasant surprise. Didn't work out that way, though." Yuy quirked a quizzical eyebrow, silently inviting continuance. Barton dropped wearily onto the unyielding surface that was the communal bedding. He scrunched his entire body length into Yuy's firm form. "Maxwell was pissed at the lack of an import mark. Started ranting about black market. I suppose he's gone off to investigate. Its probably something Deeply Darkly Dangerous. He should have backup. Meaning us." Yuy nibbled speculatively upon Barton's ear. "Hmmm," he replied, making Trowa squirm from the vibrations along his sensitive facial skin. "Duo's a big boy." "Since when?" "Its a figure of speech." Yuy sighed, perceiving that he would be getting neither sex nor breakfast, sleep nor peace, until they chased after Duo. Barton rose to seek out the comp, following up on the logic lead Maxwell had taken. After a few ticks of silence, he spoke up. "Sharpsten Shipping Enterprises." Yuy nodded. He'd heard of them at Preventers. Small part of a large company, largely unscrupulous, largely untouchable due to friends in high places. "Could be trouble." "Maxwell's heading there. Bound to be trouble." Barton's banana appeared before his nose. Half peeled and bitten. "Your half," Yuy informed him with a wicked smile, as he licked his fingers clean. "No point in letting it spoil." Trowa grinned as he shoved the delicious end in his mouth. "Eating the evidence. Maxwell may be miffed," Trowa's cock commented. Moments later, Barton and Yuy hit the stairs running. ~ * ~
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