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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 11. "Did you see this?" Yuy stared at the news printout, clutched in Barton's fist. "Is it today's paper?" "Yeah." "No, haven't had a chance." Heero studied the main headline. "Bananas in Space!" it proclaimed. Why did he just know this was bad news? Barton read the article aloud. "A new proposal before the L2 Colonial Assembly likely will have considerable impact on the way we L2 citizens eat. In part, the new proposal does away with L2 Legislative Code, Measure 4503, Article 12, Subsection 305. Originally intended to allow a small percent of imported food items that were used for artistic arrangements, such as gift baskets of fruit, to avoid the Office of Taxes and Levies importation tattoo, this legislative loophole actually serves to allow widespread smuggling of food into the colony. Abolishing the smugglers' loophole is the intention of the newly proposed legislation. 'L2 citizens everywhere should support the proposal currently before the Assembly,' declared Quatre Rebaba Winner, an eager gallery observer in the Assembly Hall today." "Winner? He was here?" Yuy shook his head. "That's what it says," Barton continued reading with considerable gusto. "Winner Enterprises currently employs 17 percent of the workforce on L2. The young CEO's interest in this legislation therefore is apparent. 'Taxes on food imports originally were designed to protect local colonial food producers. The cost of growing food in space is prohibitive without government support,' Winner explained. 'But widespread smuggling circumvents those protections. Plus it prevents necessary monitoring of incoming and outgoing organic matter. It is absolutely necessary to return the majority of our processed waste to Earth, lest we deplete the planetary environment, spelling ecologic disaster for us all.' " "He's got a point," Yuy shrugged. "No question," Barton nodded, before reading further. "The new measure also eliminates all taxes on imported food, while adding direct monetary support to L2 food producers in lieu of the prior ineffective levy protection. It is anticipated the combination should decrease the cost of food and increase supplies, while taking control of prices out of the hands of criminals. The proposal currently is showing a sufficient majority of support in the Assembly to pass on the first vote." "Everyone benefits," Heero offered a wry smirk. "Except the smugglers. Quatre never could say no to Duo." "You think this is Maxwell's doing?" "Sure. Don't you? 'Bananas in Space', you know?" Heero silently contemplated the situation. He was surprised at Trowa's statement, that Quatre never could say 'no' to Duo. First, because it implied a closer relationship between Winner and Maxwell than he had realized. And second, because Barton seemed to know what the other two thought. It left Yuy feeling rather out of the loop and a little foolish. And was that a twinge of jealousy? And if so, for whom? The whole interaction seemed a bit convoluted. Reflexively, he backed away from the entire emotional issue. "That might explain why Winner left without contacting us. And why Maxwell is avoiding us," Heero commented. "Is he?" Trowa's thoughtful expression was rather attractive. Heero took a step towards him. Being with Barton was comfortable, easy. Less laden with land mines than his interactions with Maxwell seemed to be. "Yes. I haven't seen him in seventy seven point five hours. Have you?" "No. He's touched base regularly by com. But that's it." "He thinks his interference in the smugglers' trade will have violent repercussions. He is trying to distance us from what he perceives as a dangerous situation." "Hm. Sounds like Duo for sure. Speaking of which, I had a strange encounter today." "Strange, how?" Yuy shifted nervously. He didn't like the sound of this. His stance leaned protectively closer to his roommate's warm body. "At the hospital today. I kept having this feeling I was being followed. Covert shadow, you know. So I did a turnabout and caught him in the act." Trowa's grin was predatory, the former mercenary soldier shining through to Yuy. "Him?" "Remember that huge guy with the feminized body habitus, who was threatening to crush the Kid at Sharpsten's operation the other day?" Yuy growled, low and menacing. "He was at the widow's apartment, too, trying to hamper my homicide investigation. Definitely muscle for Sharpsten." "Huh. Maybe not the brightest match in the carton," Barton chuckled. "When I cornered him, he suddenly confessed he was worried about a lump in his breast. Asked me for medical advice. One hundred eighty degrees and Yuy found himself suddenly speechless. Not exactly what he had been expecting to hear next. "Sometimes life on L2 just redefines 'bizarre' in my vocabulary," Barton confessed with a grin. "What did you do?" Trowa shrugged, a lithe, elegant gesture. "Set him up on the ultrasound tech's schedule for an ASAP imaging study. Told him the radiologist would let him know if he should have a biopsy. And to contact me again if he needed any help getting to see a doctor. He seemed relieved, and I didn't notice him after that." "We need to talk to Maxwell." "Yeah." "Less talk, more action," urged Trowa's cock. Yuy wondered why Barton suddenly appeared to be blushing. "I suggest we arrange a little ambush." Trowa's green eyes glittered wickedly. xXxXxXx Duo Maxwell felt a bit desperate. He had been on the streets for hours and hours, stalking and talking to its denizens. Coaxing, bribing, threatening, charming, explaining. Damage control on his unilateral sweep against the smugglers. He had sweated through the heat of the day, and now was in the process of being freeze dried by the night. He needed shelter and craved a long cool draught of water. Shivering in the shadows, he watched Barton and Yuy depart. Two sensations battled for supremacy, intense relief that they were still okay, but also that they were vacating the premises. He counted five hundred beats of his heart before slinking silently into the building. Despite his roommates having just left, he checked the security measures on their flat. Satisfied that all was safe and sound, he finally allowed himself to collapse onto the couch. However, his body failed to make contact. Struggling suddenly, violently fighting from the grasp of hands restricting his movements, Duo cursed. "Gotcha," Barton murmured heatedly into his ear. "Careless, Maxwell, careless," Yuy admonished in a low, sultry voice. "Yes!" Trowa's cock crowed triumphantly. The string of obscenities issuing from Duo's mouth would have made a Cassiopeian pirate blush. "Tsk and tut, Duo, you eat with that filthy mouth?" Barton taunted. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" "Hn. Enforcing priorities. First, you will have a long drink of water, while Trowa checks the status of your eye patch. Eventually, you will eat a nutritious meal, and sleep in the bed, not on the sofa, with both of your roommates." "Eventually?" Duo gasped, having swilled in very few gulps the entire can of water that Heero pressed into his hand. "Some interim plans have come up," Trowa smirked, meanwhile examining Duo's eye and facial skin, illuminated by the soft lantern light. "Here's to things that come up in the night," Trowa's cock proposed the toast. Duo noticed that Heero was efficiently stripping out of his Preventers uniform. Hard not to notice something like that, he reflected, swallowing the knot that formed in his throat. "Is it less painful?" Trowa nudged him, replacing the eye patch. "It looks like the inflammation has lessened." "Yeah." "Oh, good." Barton stood, turned toward Yuy and commenced disrobing. Heero appeared to enjoy the show. It was beginning to remind Maxwell of the last time they'd all three been together. Heero and Trowa doing a nude duet, with Duo an appreciative but rather lonely audience. The L2 Kid sighed audibly. Heero reached for Trowa, grasped him, stroking the glorious sleek musculature with careful fingers. Trowa licked Heero's lips. "Any requests?" "Whatever you're up for, I'm amenable." "I think I want a leg-up. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that's what I want. A nice, hot, leisurely leg-up." "That sounds good." "You want one too?" "Yes." Heero nuzzled Trowa's pectoral curve, then mouthed a sensitive nipple. "Trouble with that is," Barton nibbled speculatively at the steel cord of Yuy's sternocleidomastoid complex. "Our heights are just a bit disparate." "You calling me short, Barton?" "No place where it counts." "Hn. What then?" "Well, we could use a go-between." "You have someone specific in mind?" "Yes." With one accord, and a shared ravenous gleam, they turned to stare at Maxwell. "Um, guys?" "He's still clothed," Yuy noted. "Easily remedied," Barton smirked. With no further ceremony, they pounced. The L2 Kid found himself suddenly, thoroughly naked. "Hey!" he protested. Trowa pressed a small, flat throw-cushion between Duo's knees while Heero wielded a roll of duct tape. He strapped the Kid around the calves, and again at mid-thigh. His Preventers hand cuffs added the final touch. Duo squirmed. "I didn't say 'no' or anything, did I?" "Not that I heard," Yuy agreed, rubbing his tongue insistently against the intricacies of the ivory helix of Maxwell's ear. "So, why the restraints? And, um, er, sticky stuff?" "Condiments," Trowa informed him. "Duo sandwich." He poured some mineral oil over the Kid's testicles and worked the lubrication evenly onto the tender flesh of the inner thighs. Duo gasped. Heero flipped him across Trowa's lap so that the softly curved ass cheeks could be anointed. "All set?" "And what a set," Trowa's cock agreed. Barton wiped the excess oil onto Yuy's neck and massaged the tension there. Heero settled his head onto Trowa's shoulder with a comfortable sigh. The subsidence of the two hard bodies left Duo with his ass high and his skull in contact with the unforgiving polymer floor of their dwelling. "Meep!" Barton hastily rescued Maxwell, before all the blood rushed to his brain. "And now, to proceed." Heero stood, pressing Duo's back close to his chest. He draped the Kid's shackled arms around the back of Trowa's neck. Barton drew nearer, hugging Yuy's shoulders tighter into the threesome. Trowa's cock nestled into the slippery, warm niche between Duo's legs. From behind, Heero's erection settled comfortably just underneath it. The two pulsating members, approaching from opposite aspects, caressed each along the other's length. Duo's balls received the benefit of full contact times two, stroking and sizzling. The restriction of the duct tape and cushion left him just enough allowance between his thighs to writhe. Panting silently, he buried his face in Barton's chest. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Trowa nuzzled down to capture Duo's tongue and suck on it. His hips thrust, his firm abdomen pressing against Duo's hard cock insistently. Each time Heero thrust from behind, Duo's toes lost contact with the floor. In spite of the fractional space between their bodies, Yuy managed to insinuate his fingers between the Kid's buttocks. He groped sinuously, penetrating deep, then deeper still. With a slurp, Barton allowed Maxwell's tongue to escape. Leaning over one lean shoulder, his mouth sought Yuy's. Their suckling sounded in Duo's ear, invoking reflexive shivers in the flesh along his throat. Compacting his body between the others' heightened the friction of Trowa's belly along the Kid's cock. Heero chose that moment to wriggle several fingers inside Duo's depths. Maxwell tensed into a full body hard-on that swept tingling sensation from his scalp to his dangling toes. His climax rocketed hot magma between his skin and Trowa's. The tension between his thighs increased vise-like. Yuy's cock gave off a cataclysmic ejaculation. Barton found the twin tremors irresistible. He groaned, grinding his face into Duo's neck, his cock hard pressed into the Kid's balls and Heero's pulsing ejaculation. He came in a thrilling fire of thoroughly lascivious pleasure. When Maxwell next became aware of his surroundings, he found himself flung upon the bed. He watched the play of lantern light upon the artistic bodies of his roommates. Barton was wiping down Yuy and himself with a warm wash rag. Cheerfully teasing Heero, who retorted with his usual no-nonsense practicality. With the tip of his nose, Duo started inputting access codes on Yuy's cuffs. He wasn't in any pressing hurry to escape the restraints, so decided against dislocating his thumbs to wriggle out of the manacles, a faster but decidedly more painful means of attaining freedom. He glanced again at the others. It appeared they weren't going to release him from bondage anytime soon. Hoping that Heero hadn't chosen the code at random, Duo patiently entered meaningful words, one after another. Suddenly the hand cuffs sprung apart with a satisfactory click. Triumphantly, Duo withdrew his hands from the restraints and began on the first sticky edge of duct tape, wincing as it plucked hair on his sensitive flesh. "Ahem." The Kid glanced up to find both Barton and Yuy staring fixedly at him. "Message received?" Barton demanded. "Yurp." "You will act accordingly?" Yuy prodded. " 'K." Maxwell nodded, concentrating again on freeing himself from the binding. No more unilateral activity would be tolerated by his friends. He got it. The code word programmed into the manacles had been "threesome." ~ * ~
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