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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 5. "Ya haven't really lived 'til you've bathed L2 style," Duo informed his roomies. In fact, this was a first for both Yuy and Barton. Heero had been showering at Preventers HQ, and Trowa at the clinic. Both facilities had water on a priority and therefore daily basis. The Kid was hastily untwining his braid, freeing the rich strands to tumble wildly loose on his back. He paused to shake a spray can before handing it to Barton. "Start slathering.. There's not much pre time remaining," Duo smiled widely, his anticipation of enjoyment evident. Trowa eyed the canister with curiosity. "Slather" it announced in bold multicolored letters on its side. And "Caution, contents under pressure." "Squirt it on Yuy's skin and hair. Smear it all over," Maxwell instructed. The stuff looked like gray jello worms as the serpentine stream squirted from the canister. Trowa dubiously eyed the ugly stuff in his hand.. "Yuck," said Trowa's cock. Barton sniffed at the nondescript wad on his fingers. No particular aroma. He suddenly slapped his hand upon Yuy's naked chest and began massaging the flesh. The gel took on a life of its own, expanding, spreading across the golden skin, foaming, making sizzling little explosive pops. Yuy twitched. "Tickles." Trowa smirked and began smearing with enthusiasm. "Here yer go, Yuy," Maxwell handed him another Slather can. "Have at." Heero squirted the slimy stream directly onto Trowa's chest and abdomen, face and hair. The two exchanged several shots of goo, firing wildly, dodging, then grabbing at each other. The enterprise rapidly devolved from a shoot out into a wrestling free-for-all. Fingers reaching for exposed expanses of skin. Arms grasping and grappling, hands slapping. Taunts, challenges and retorts. Gray jello wrestling event, best of five falls in the ring. Maxwell was grinning as his roommates rapidly got more slippery while still attempting to throw and pin each other. There was almost as much Slather on the dull polymer surface of the floor as upon their respective integuments. Duo, still naked, and with his hair spilling freely about his torso, bent over to tug the fitted sheet off the mattress, to add it to the weird machinery he called the clothes washer. "Maxwell's buns. Yum," said Trowa's cock. "Want a bite?" From the floor where they were tumbling in a slithery jumble, Trowa nudged Heero, drawing his attention to the view. "Duo is unslathered. That hardly seems fair." Yuy raised an eyebrow satirically. "Indeed. We are remiss in our duty." Duo turned toward them with his arms full of crumpled covers. "Wha'?" Yuy and Barton stood with great determination, vigorously shaking their cans of Slather. "Um, guys? I'm just gonna put this in with our clothes. 'Kay?" Duo sidestepped, inching toward the washer. "Sure Maxwell, go right ahead," Yuy agreed, circling to the left. Barton silently stalked toward the right. Soon their separation forced Duo to turn his head to keep them both in sight. He gulped. "Better make for the shower, guys," he suggested, eying them nervously. "Pre time's almost up." "But you're unslathered. We just want to help you." There was quite a gleam in Trowa's eyes. "Erm. I'm an old hand at this. Takes me ten seconds total to get slathered." Duo drew himself up to his full unimpressive height. "With all that hair? Highly unlikely," Yuy stated. Duo needed to turn away from them in order to add the sheet to the washer. And the water would start any second now. He pivoted hastily, stuffed the bedding into the laundry load, slammed the door shut, fastened it. He swung back around just as the others pounced. Pinned against the appliance, held down by his shoulders and hips, Maxwell squirmed beneath the combined force of Yuy and Barton, and received his share of Slather in a wildly indiscriminate outpouring of goop from the two canisters.. "Wait. No. Jus' a minute. Watch the mouth. Blech. Oh ha ha, he he he. Oh stop. Lemme catch my breath. Gods, not there," the Kid laughed, curling in hysterical fits as the cans were abandoned for full fleshly contact. "No fair. Hey, man, I'm ticklish there. Double team. Oughta be a law. Help, somebody, help. Enough already. I'm slathered. See? Totally covered." "What is your assessment?" Yuy asked. "He does seem fairly thoroughly coated," Barton grinned wickedly at the image of spluttering Maxwell, encased in gray foam, skin and tangled mass of hair alike. Suddenly the dummy lights on the wall flashed blue. "Thas' it. Water time. Hit the tube," Maxwell writhed free and slid on foamy feet toward the shower. He tugged the access panel aside and dove head first into the opening. Yuy and Barton peered cautiously inside. It was a plastic tunnel running the full length of the apartment, adequate in circumference to fit an adult body inside. Tilted at an angle along its length to form a chute. As Duo flung himself into it, a mist sprayed from the inner surface in every direction. Chortling out loud, he slipped to the bottom of the slide and bounced out the exit. "Hurry up and get rinsed," he called, skating along the outside of the shower and back up to the top. Shrugging, Yuy slid in, sitting upright, feet first. When the blast of water hit, the sudden burst of Slather foam on his ass cheeks spun him about so he ended up head first, lying on his back, thunking his skull against the flexible plastic door at the end. Barton flung himself into the slide on his back, flipped acrobatically, and ended up with his face in Yuy's lap. Meanwhile Heero was trying to localize sufficient friction in order to climb out the exit. "Gang way," Duo called and wound up on top of their sprawling heap. He palmed the release and they all tumbled willy nilly out the exit. "Keep going until the Slather is all gone," he urged, racing for the top of the tunnel. "Specially yer pits and groin. Brushing dried Slather out of yer hairy bits can be sorta painful." Trowa noticed on his second ride, the tunnel surface had ridges that helped with the scrubbing process. His skin tingled all over. The Slather probably included enzymes in addition to detergents. He tried to run his fingers through his hair while maintaining some balance during his wet ride. Yuy running into him from behind didn't help with the process. He reached his hands into Heero's chocolate mop and raked fingernails through to the scalp. Yuy returned the favor, but reached between Barton's legs, assiduously following Maxwell's orders with scarcely contained glee. By the time the water pressure dropped to standby, the three of them were breathless from running, jumping, tumbling. And stupefied from laughing too hard. "The water and Slather get collected from the shower chute into the clothes washer, so they serve double duty. Yer as clean as you've ever been, on an absolute minimum of water. Cool system, huh?" Duo asked over a couple of interrupting hiccoughs. "This method of showering is typical for the average L2 citizen?" Yuy asked somewhat skeptically. "Well, I guess some folks just lie in the chute and give themselves a rubdown and rinse like some old fuddy duddies. But where's the fun in that?" Duo asked scornfully. "Depends on who's doing the rubbing, and on whom," Trowa's cock leered. "Maxwell, your eye," Barton interrupted. "Hold still a minute and let me have a look." They were all clad in their few remaining dry clothes. The Kid had just finished braiding his damp hair. Barton resisted the urge to use the braid as a restraining device on his perpetually mobile comrade. "It looks worse," Yuy added his opinion. "And the side of your face is involved too." "Oh swell!" Duo groaned, fingering his inflamed cheek. "Erm, no pun intended," he added with a grin. "I'll make a call to the med school clinic before we head in," Barton declared, reaching for his pocket com. "The Ophthalmology fellow can cut through the entry bullshit and save us some time and aggravation." "Aw, I can just go to Preventers' Infirmary," Maxwell protested. "Negative," Yuy countered. "Those guys are mostly interested in justifying why you're all right to stay on the duty roster." "Besides, if it isn't a knife wound or gun shot, they're going to be way out of their element," Barton nodded his agreement. "Hey, they're not so bad," Maxwell said. "But they're going to have to refer you to an Ophthalmologist, anyway. Why not just cut to the chase?" Barton stated emphatically. End of subject, as far as he was concerned. "Bring your cold clothes. It'll be night cycle by the time we come home." Duo moaned at the implied time consumption. Yuy was gathering his coat as well. Barton wasn't about to complain about the added company. They stopped to secure the apartment door. With his lively stride, the Kid was first down the stairs and already out the main door of the building. He nearly tripped on the body sprawled upon the threshold. Maxwell's startled cry wasn't very loud. But the alarmed tone was enough to bring Yuy and Barton running. For several pounding heartbeats, Duo just stood, staring down at the weird sight. It was a young man, good looking, carefully groomed. Utterly naked, except for the business suit jacket buttoned over his shirtless torso. Duo knelt, reached for the throat, palpating for a pulse. Even in the stifling heat of high day cycle, the clammy flesh felt repulsively chill. Just then, Barton and Yuy arrived to discover the emergency. Duo, silently inspecting the delivery on their doorstep. The corpse at their feet. ~ * ~
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