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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 9. The sizzling heat of the L2 day was a thing of memory. The afternoon, a broiled carcass, had the meat gnawed away by the all-devouring creature of evening. Now, the carrion evening, whining and tail-tucked, was chased away by the monstrous night. Space with its infinite power, bore down upon the tiny colony, casting upon it an icy, lethal shadow. The small collection of humanity on L2 reflexively huddled together and shuddered. Survival of the night was always such an interesting question. Would they manage it yet again? Only the passing hours could tell. The minuscule vapor of precious water remaining on random surfaces sublimated in seconds. The last of the life giving substance gasped and was gone. Three young men, recklessly out and still about, hurried their pace. They now were wearing every stitch of clothing they had available, and wished for more. Fists balled and shoulders hunched, they scrambled hastily toward home. As they came within visual range of the ramshackle building, buried amongst others equally shabby, the urge for shelter became overwhelming. The three of them ran for it. They slammed the main door of the building behind them, as if blocking out a veritable avalanche of cold. There were no hall lights. They stood, panting in nearly absolute darkness, numbness of limbs and cognition gradually subsiding. At length aware of the racket they had made on entering, they groped their way up the stairs as quietly as possible, making amends to their neighbors for their initially noisy entry. Arriving at the front door to their rooms, they unlocked
the slick magnetic bolt, which Maxwell had contrived to be unpickable
and nearly uncuttable. Having assured themselves of their unbreached defenses, all three hastened to light the space heaters, turning up the atmosphere flow, double checking the oxygen and carbon monoxide monitors. As the temperature started to rise above acute discomfort, they finally gave a collective sigh of relief. "How recently have you eaten?" Yuy demanded. "Breakfast," Barton replied. Yuy growled his disapproval, meanwhile rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for rations. Satisfied that supper was forthcoming, Barton turned to Maxwell. "Let me have a look at the pump and patch." He directed his roommate firmly onto the sofa, gathering a storm lamp, and pulling out his pocket penlight as he went. "What did the doctors do for him?" Yuy called from the kitchen. "They surgically placed a micro pump in the tear duct of the affected eye. It delivers enzymes, steroids and antibiotics from the patch reservoir. It's meant to prevent the inflammatory response from going to extremes and becoming destructive to his eye. I've got a copy report for Preventers medical as well." Heero joined Trowa. He studied Duo's face, whose jaw was held firmly in Barton's grip. "Looks like everything is still correctly positioned. Though we probably shouldn't have run just now. He's meant to take it easy, avoid jarring movements," Trowa sighed. "How do you feel?" Heero asked. "Okay," Duo grinned. "How do I look?" Yuy studied the black polymer patch, which contrasted severely with the pallor of Maxwell's face. "Dangerous. Somewhat sinister, in a strangely innocent sort of way." "Hey, Barton. Yuy's lapsing poetic. Should we call the cops?" "Hell, no. I've had enough of them already today." Trowa distributed the self-heating meals to his companions, and then popped the top on his own. He sighed with pleasure as the fragrance steamed up toward his nose. Tofu turkey with sage rice and white corn. He had to suck on his lower lip to contain the drool. Yuy leaned forward to lick a dribble from Barton's chin. "Heero with gravy on top," Trowa's cock crowed with delight. "Back off, Yuy," Barton warned with a chuckle. "You haven't been punished yet. Running off on your own without backup, confronting a bunch of bloodthirsty cannibals." "He started it," Yuy jerked his head toward Maxwell, meanwhile launching into his own meal with a pair of chopsticks. Barton took a moment to appreciate the dexterity with which his partner wielded the implements. Plus the delectable curve of Yuy's lips as they sucked at the juices. "Maxwell went off to Sharpsten Shipping, solo. We had to go and haul his ass out of there," Yuy accused. "That's right," Barton now glared at Maxwell. "Look who's talking," Duo grumbled. "Mr Offers-Me-a-Banana, and then goes off and eats it when my back's turned. I'm the injured party here. You two should be making amends." He leaned back on the ratty couch, his one visible eye flickering shut. Yuy grabbed up the half eaten ration tray as it started to slide off Maxwell's lap toward the floor. "What do you suggest?" He poked a fork full of food into Duo's mouth, when it opened to answer. Maxwell chewed and swallowed. "Dun know. Too tired to be wickedly creative," he grinned. "Mutual punishment and repentance?" Barton reflected. "How about a game of leap frog?" Yuy groaned out loud. "Hell, no," Maxwell moaned. "Hell, yes," Trowa's cock countered. Yuy seized the opportunity to cram one more mouthful of food into Duo's open, complaining mouth. When it became apparent he'd reached the limit of the Kid's appetite, he divvied the remaining food with Barton. Then bussed the empty containers into recycling. They each took a swig of water from the communal canteen. Trowa already was stripping. He winked at Heero. "Toss me the lube, would ya?" Yuy had shed his trousers in record time. "You want prep help, Barton?" "Maybe. Let's say five strokes a go. First one to lose it gets tied." "Hn." "Suppose I'm too tired to get it up?" Maxwell muttered from behind his elbow, flung across his face to shade out the lamp light. "Then you get bound uke status by default. Come on, Duo. Leap frog is no fun with just two." "The Hell ya say." "Mouths, hands, holes. Five times per pop. Repeat cycles as necessary." Barton turned to unfasten the Kid's jacket and haul off his shirt. "Agreed." Yuy stripped Maxwell's lower half efficiently. "Who starts?" "Alphabetical order. That's fair. Duo, Heero, and finally Trowa." "What happened to alphabetical order, Barton, Maxwell, then Yuy?" Heero countered. "I said my way first." "Hn." "Hey, guys. Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep here," Maxwell muttered. He didn't seem to notice or care that he was stripped to the skin. "Keep it down? Unlikely," Trowa's cock retorted. "All set?" Barton demanded. "Fire when ready," Yuy grinned wickedly. "Keep count out loud. My mouth is going to be busy," Barton licked his lips. He knelt before Maxwell, deep throated the Kid's cock, and pulsed upon it repeatedly. "One and two and three and four and five," Yuy counted rhythmically, as if rendering resuscitation. "Yours I believe, sir," Barton chuckled as he traded places. Yuy gave Maxwell's corona a wicked swipe with his tongue, all around the sensitive edge, before he swallowed him whole. Duo whimpered and shifted under the onslaught. "That's five," Barton informed his partner, as Yuy suckled lingeringly on departure. "Duo," Barton whispered into the sweetly curved helix of the Kid's ear before licking it. "Turn your head. Open your mouth." "Your turn," Yuy nudged Maxwell's lips with his cock tip. "That's it open wide. One, two, three, four, five. That's good. Yeah." "Can't believe he's nearly sleeping through this. Come on Kid, now me. Give it a lick and a swallow. That's it." Duo muttered something. Trowa took advantage of the temporary opening to ease inside his mouth. "One, two, three, four, five," he counted his thrusts. "Way to go, Maxwell. You made it through round one." "Did the doctors give him a sedative?' "Just a mild one. But he's been totally wired all day. Don't think he even noticed." "Hn. He's crashing now, though." "Yar." "You wanna finish round one simultaneously?" "You've got it." The two young men aligned themselves on the small rag carpet, and vigorously sixty-nined each other, humming and sucking and teasing, each stroke stronger than the last, trying to make the other one come first. They got through five sucking strokes, both erections still firmly aroused but intact. "Round two," Heero panted. "Hands," Trowa nodded with a wicked grin. "Oi, Maxwell. Come to papa. You remember how to come, don't you?" He grabbed Duo's cock with his lean fingers, and ran a soft caress up its length. Maxwell squirmed at the touch. Barton's next run was rougher. Then he pounded the last three. By the end of his attentions, Duo's cock was decidedly tumescent. "There's at least one anatomical part awake," Trowa commented, handing off to Heero. "What's the sexual equivalent of sleep walking?" Yuy asked as he tentatively fingered Duo's hard-on. "Hmm. Got to be something in Latin or Greek, I guess," Trowa smirked. "Somnambulism is walking. So sleep-humping should be, somnacoitalism, maybe?" "Sounds good," Yuy agreed. "And one and two and three and four and five. Looks like sleeping beauty is going to make it through round two intact." "Maxwell, give me a hand here," Barton coaxed, wrapping the Kid's lax fingers around his erection. "I'll take the left one, meanwhile," Yuy got his dick into Duo's other hand. "He's ambidextrous, right?" "Squeeze tight, buddy. Ah, yeah. Maybe not quite so hard." "On my count. One, two, three, four, five." Yuy and Barton simultaneously pounded into Maxwell's rather reflexive grips. "Whew. Shall we do the mutual hand-job to finish off round two?" "Give me your best shot." "Ha." The two sat knee to knee and grappled each other's erections through five hot hand swipes. They were each gasping for air by the end, gritting their teeth with determination not to come first. "Round three," Yuy chuckled. "Coming up." "Holes it is," Barton agreed. "Maxwell?" He turned to the sofa, bent over it to nibble on Duo's ear lobe. "Can I pound your sweet ass a few?" " 'Kay," the Kid agreed without batting an eyelash, rolling over onto his belly and curling into a comfortable knee to chest pose. Barton coated his erection with lube, moaning and stroking luxuriously for Yuy's benefit. Heero's burning eyes never left his anatomy as he watched the show. Trowa positioned himself behind Duo, pulled the smooth white cheeks wide, exposing the tight rosy opening, and eased inside. When the Kid moaned and wriggled, Barton almost lost it on the spot. He gasped hard, locking his jaw, and concentrating on something cold and unforgiving. How vicious the night was just outside the thin plastic walls of the tenement. His thoughts strayed further upon the nature of their dire post, spinning on a mote of polymer dust in an eternal black void. He didn't need much imagination to picture disaster. There were a dozen likely ways for them to die this night. His heart pounded with an animal thrill. He ran his hands over the sweet flesh of a lean and muscular back. "You good, Duo?" "Mm." Trowa leaned as far forward as he could reach, pressing his chest along Duo's skin, feeling the other heart beat thudding there, resilient and unafraid. He licked a path down the spinal column, and felt some gasping hitches in the breath beneath him. "You good?" "Mm." Absolutely, he had to move now or die. He thrust, long and even, pressing down at the center to ride the sensitive target. The Kid twitched each time he hit the bullseye. Five times he hit it hard. He withdrew with considerable reluctance. "Damn." He shook his head. His torso, groin, thighs radiated heat. His hard-on burned unendurably "Mutual punishment and repentance," Yuy intoned, nudging him aside with an elbow to his ribs. Barton groaned. His head spun. He moved to the bitter end of the couch and crouched there. "Change of riders, Maxwell." The sound of Yuy's voice was guttural, deep from his chest. Barton watched. He couldn't tear his gaze away if his life and that of the entire colony depended upon it. The perfect, golden figure of a young man, a form carved all out of hot light. The other, reclining, glowing pale as moonlight. Heero warmed the emollient between his hands and stroked Duo. He started with the ears, feeling their cunning curves. Then the neck and shoulders, sturdy and lean. That long stretch of sweet flesh on the back, ending in the succulent curve of perfect buttocks. Dangerous hands, improbably strong, against the survivor's body, improbably vulnerable. Trowa couldn't sit immobile another moment. He stirred, rose, walked away, then drew near. He wanted them, craved them. Entered their proximity as if his approach were a sexual act. To him at that moment, it was. He crouched near the others, near enough to feel their heat, taste the aroma of desire. Heero spread Duo's ass cheeks and enjoyed the view. He fingered the sensitive flesh, causing it to shudder in the flickering light. He lowered his face there, licking all along the delicate crease at the thighs' transition. Meanwhile he applied cream to his own cock, luxuriously slow and even, carefully thorough. His grip on the Kid's hips solidified. Yuy entered so evenly, his intrusion could only be detected by the vanishing length of his cock. At last, he transferred his hands to the Kid's torso and shoulders, tugging the body effortlessly, raising it, lowering it, settling it, piercing it thoroughly. Duo never opened his eyes, as Heero's fingers slowly caressed him, lips, throat, nipples, chest abdomen, cock. Down the thighs. Then Heero grasped Duo's braid. He separated the glossy length of it from their entwined bodies, fingered its intricacies. He nuzzled at it, inhaling a long, sweet draught of musk, then rubbed it against his face. At last, tugging at the tassle, Heero feathered the end against his own parted lips, down his front, and lingeringly across the power of his chest and abdominal muscles. Feather drifting upon rock. Heero's eyes closed in delectation of Duo's braid. Beyond his will, Trowa fingered his own erection, easing the heat, generating more with his movements. Heero lifted and lowered the Kid's body over his cock, each movement perfectly powerful and controlled. Duo's head fell back onto the supporting shoulder. His lips parted in silent sighs, noting the passing of each stroke as evenly as the ticking of eternal time. At Heero's final thrust, Trowa shouted and ejaculated. As Heero nuzzled Duo's throat, his eyes caught Trowa's. Heero chuckled wickedly into Duo's flesh. "We got
him." ~ * ~
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