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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 4. "Hey, where's my banana?" Duo wondered. "Uh oh," said Trowa's cock. "I ate it," Heero instantly claimed responsibility. Trowa looked guilty. After all, originally he had given his banana to Duo. "We both ate it," he confessed. "Heero and I split it." "Oh. Okay," Duo looked crestfallen. Ever since Yuy had criticized him for being mean to Barton, Maxwell had been forming a plan. He had meant to start by making much of Trowa's banana, indicating his gratitude for the thoughtful gift as he should have done originally. Then he would eat it with a great show of his enjoyment. But here was Duo's little plan to make amends, shot to hell, descended to the depths in roaring flames. Discouraged, he dropped wearily onto the battered, bulging couch, allowing his eyelids to drift down over his burning vision. Yuy and Barton exchanged silent looks. Trowa shook his head, expressing his disinclination to let the situation ride. "Duo, 'bedtime' implies going to bed," he declared firmly. "Its called 'bedtime' not 'chairtime' for a reason." Wasting no energy on wordage, Yuy simply scooped Maxwell up off the sofa, carried him to the back room, and deposited him onto the mattress. Duo cracked an eye open to study his position. Both his roommates stood at bedside, stripping down to the skin with an economy of motion that bespoke a brisk business at hand. "So, whuzz yer intentions?" he demanded. "Daisy chain," Barton raised his eyebrows suggestively. "No muss, no pain," Yuy expressed his approval with a slight twitch of his lips. "In a circle, we all stand to gain," Trowa's cock completed the refrain. " 'Kay." Maxwell groped for the button of his jeans. "Way too slow." Trowa straddled Duo, grabbed the black hoody and tank, dragged both over the Kid's head and tossed them onto the stack of clothes in the corner. Meanwhile Yuy had gotten rid of Maxwell's boots and socks. Barton got behind Duo, lifting him while Heero yanked boxers and jeans down the slender length of thighs and calves. Trowa wasted no further time before partaking of the Kid's left earlobe. Heero mouthed his way wetly up Duo's belly and chest, suckled a nib, slobbered hotly into his panting mouth, and then proceeded indiscriminately to apply his tongue to Trowa's flesh. Barton and Yuy got to grappling each other while engaged in a torrid lip lock. Maxwell gave the couple a hard shove, tumbling them onto their sides. As soon as there was a sufficient gap between the bodies, he insinuated his head and torso through Barton's leg space. "Oh, Duo's sweet, sweet mouth," crooned Trowa's cock. And then "mrmph" as the length was devoured. Trowa groaned into Heero's mouth as Duo's talented tongue pleasured him. Heero drew back to watch the show. The other two were very entertaining. Duo was concentrating on his occupation, his delicate pink tongue shooting out for little laps here and there along Trowa's cock and balls, seeking out intricate anatomical points and probing them thoroughly. Then, as if by sudden inspiration, the lips sucking hard caused the curves of his cheeks to pucker as if in amusement. Heero felt a glow of satisfaction at this evidence of a well-fed Duo, the Kid's dimples showing again to best advantage. Trowa meantime was attempting with only moderate success, not to crush Duo's face with his spasming hands, tear out his wonderful amber hair, nor pound his dick deep down Duo's throat. Barton's writhing form expressed his extreme sensory stimulation. Heero came to the culmination of his viewing interlude and maneuvered himself sinuously into position for Trowa's delicious mouth to take him. He called out aloud, announcing his approval as the foreseen event commenced. "Barton. Damn, that's good." He watched Trowa's head, skimming down and suctioning up. The visual stimulation of his friend's efforts, giving as good as he got with great determination, was as erotic as the hot touch and wet sounds. Then Heero sent his hand groping between Duo's legs. The Kid's cock was blazing hot and concrete hard. Yuy wondered whether Maxwell even noticed him fingering its length. Well, that was no good. Heero assessed that earlier, somehow, unintentionally, he had hurt Duo with his comment. A problem perceived but not understood. He needed now to feel, if not forgiveness, then a return to closeness, acceptance. The easiness he felt with Barton, Heero wanted with his other friend too. One hand massaging Duo's cock, Heero's other hand spread the slight curve of ass cheeks, and his tongue explored the scant opening, forcing itself gradually inside, cork screwing insistently inward. He retrieved a small shudder from Maxwell's flesh. Feeling pleased, he replaced his tongue with his finger, working it into the passage, probing for sensitive responses. Muscular quivers. He seemed to have Duo's attention at least. Intruding a second finger into the passage, and allowing his thumb to twiddle two testicles, he sent his mouth to discover how his other hand was progressing with Maxwell's cock. It all was very engrossing until a graze of Trowa's teeth drew his attention nether ward. "Ah," he responded. Trowa grinned wickedly up at him as he deep throated Heero to the balls. "Ah," Heero reiterated. Trowa grabbed his balls as well. "Aaa, ah," Heero clarified his point of view. In reply, Trowa moaned, rolling his eyes back in his head as Duo suddenly wrung his cock with both hands twisting, mouth humming around the corona. "Yark," Barton said as he gave it all up in a torrent on Maxwell's tongue. The sound vibrated along Heero's cock and balls and penetrated deep into his groin. Yuy ejaculated rocket launch style, with Trowa consuming him right to the pelvic bone. Heero reflexed, ramming his hand, writhing between Duo's butt cheeks, throat swallowing hard around the cock. The Kid's face scrunched and his cock twitched in orgasmic spasms, whole body tetanic, Heero capturing the hips insistently and holding them down until Duo collapsed utterly still and uniformly limp. The three sprawled bodies formed a strangely cabalistic circular symbol on the ancient musty mattress. They slept the oblivious sleep of utter exhaustion. The Kid broke the infinite progression of the circle by suddenly jolting upright. A warning light flashed in his eyes in pulses of alternate primary colors. With all the urgency of Noah announcing the deluge and diluvian cataclysm, he called to his comrades. "Hump yer butts guys, we gots incoming." Yuy and Barton jolted awake, synchronously reaching for deadly weapons. Maxwell chortled gleefully. "Not under attack, guys. Quick, gather the laundry and hit the showers. We gots wash water in five." "Bath time. Yippee," Trowa's cock jubilated. ~ * ~
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