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"Operation Operative Operation"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 Rating: R Warnings: Language Summary: Someone wants to steal Duo's appendix. While its still in him? Pairings: 1 + 2 + 3
"Operation Operative Operation " Part 14. Heero was speechless. He had Maxwell as a captive audience. Literally. He stared into Duo's matchless, blazing eyes. His gaze traveled over those lips, contorting impossibly around Barton's beslobbered hosiery. The whole scene seemed scarcely conducive to soul searching. "Ahem," Heero coughed uncomfortably. "Yuy. Get on with it. I don't think dryer lint is high on Maxwell's convalescence diet list." "I want." Pause. "I want to." Future clocks don't tick. Hence the silence. "I wanted to explain." Before the black hole could engulf the entire room, Barton took over. "He volunteered for L2 duty. Une turned him down. He's really sorry about that." Barton dragged the sock out of Maxwell's mouth. "Okay," Duo said. "What does that mean?" Yuy demanded. " 'Okay'. A mild form of agreement. A verbal shrug, if you will." "Indicating exactly what?" "Indicating exactly, recognition of reality. J used to lead you on a chain. Now Une does. A year ago, I misunderstood your intentions. It was embarrassing. But not lethally so. I can live with it. End of story." "No. That's unacceptable. I want to come now." "Man, so do I!" Trowa's cock moaned. "I want to come out to L2. I want to work with you. I want to watch your back." "Split the duty. I'll take the lower half," Trowa's cock offered. "This is meant for an apology. I was wrong. L2 doesn't need you. L2 needs us. Its too big a task for you alone. And too difficult. And too dangerous. So I'm coming now." "Me first," said Trowa's cock. "Une won't like it," Maxwell sneered. "Tough titty," Yuy stated succinctly. "Barton, did you hear that?" Maxwell snorted. "Yeah. But I disagree. Smooth. Not at all tough." Barton ran his fingers lightly over the fine flesh of Duo's chest. "I'm going to extract an apology from you now," Yuy smirked. "The hell you say." "The hell I say," murmured Heero, as he clambered over the Kid's body and settled him on his side with a cushion under his pelvis. Then he secured the half opened velcro and refastened the buckles Duo surreptitiously had opened on the handcuffs. "You said that butt kissing does not suit me. That is incorrect. I am the undisputed universal master of butt kissing. You will say so, out loud, before I deign to release you." He tugged the boxers down to ankle level. Spread the ass cheeks. Tongued the hole, first caressingly, then firmly penetrant. "Oh," Duo said in several syllables. "Oh," Trowa's cock echoed. "I'm in charge of medical detail," Trowa declared. "Oral cavity search for dryer lint residue." Employing a sufficiency of drool, he inserted his tongue probingly in and around Duo's mouth. "Yum." Either Trowa, or his cock. Same difference. "Let me know if you feel the slightest discomfort." "Barton? Meet me in Xanadu," Yuy lifted his face momentarily. "Rendezvous shortly," Barton acknowledged, licking a nipple assiduously. "Shorts are no longer a factor," Yuy informed him, tossing Duo's boxers across the room. "Roger that," Barton replied while grasping Maxwell's knee to bend it. He drew the leg forward and placed another pillow under the foot and calf. "If you rest much of your weight there, it should relieve any tugging on the surgical sites. Now, no vigorous movement." "You've got to be kidding," Maxwell moaned as Barton nuzzled his groin. Lips suctioned the Kid's corona with the equivalent of a sudden vacuum from deep space. Yuy had worked his way wetly onto Duo's balls. He glimpsed Barton's features through a triangle of light. The two sucked face in the slender work area. Heero's fine chocolate hair swept Duo's left inner thigh. Trowa's bangs drew slowly across right's ventral aspect. Two vigorous tongues rubbed together awhile before returning to the Kid's package. "Ah," Maxwell commented. "Lube," Barton tossed Yuy a tube of massage cream from his aid kit. "Menthol's a bit over the top," Yuy groaned at the stinging sensation of application. "If you can't take the heat," Barton teased, "get your chin out of the kit." "Wait your turn. You'll get yours." Barton supported the Kid's hips while Yuy entered him slowly. The odd sideways angle offered a weird friction all its own. "Damn. Oh damn. Hellfire. Mentholed Maxwell. Murderous," Yuy declared. The Kid twitched and squirmed. "Stay still," Barton instructed with medical authority. "Try it and see if you can," Maxwell retorted. "Okay." Yuy withdrew carefully and traded places with Barton. "Feel the fire," he leered as he briskly slathered massage cream onto Trowa's cock. "Yar!" Trowa's cock hit the soprano briefly before rocketing into dog whistle range. "Stimulating," Trowa attempted simulating calm. "Just as you say," Yuy smirked wickedly. One of his hands soothed Duo's hip as the other tugged gently on an ass cheek. Trowa entered millimeter by millimeter. "Burn me," he urged, eyes slamming tightly closed. "Burn me, baby." "You're nuts," the Kid moaned. "Your nuts," Yuy reached between Maxwell's legs and stroked his testicles possessively. "Mine." "Its a mercenary soldier's trick." Barton opened his eyes. His skin quivered visibly. He panted. "Menthol maximizes the stimulation. Without incapacitating the bottom with damaging friction." "Torturous," Maxwell groaned. "You want me to pound him for you, Maxwell?" Yuy offered. "Okay." Yuy toppled Barton and topped him. Obligingly within Maxwell's view. "Barton to Yuy. I'm not receiving you." Trowa imitated the sounds of radio static, muffled into Heero's armpit. "I'll show you receiving," Yuy growled, penetrating deeply in one sudden move. "That, my friend, is a two edged blade. Feel the burn, baby?" Barton chuckled as Heero's eyes rolled back in his head. "Yes. I believe I do," Yuy agreed, attempting a couple of harsh thrusts before he ejaculated with titanic force. Trowa wrapped his legs tightly around Heero's shoulders and squeezed. "Good to the last drop," Trowa's cock cooed, as Yuy slipped nervelessly out. "One down and two to go," Barton grinned. "Cuckoo bonkers, back from Yonkers," Maxwell intoned. "Who included me in, anyway?" "Agents Barton and Yuy, covering you. Literally," Barton offered, clambering again behind. "A hand here, Yuy." Heero applauded. "Not like that," Barton grimaced. Yuy caught hold of Maxwell's erection. "Couldn't you wash your hands first?" Duo groaned. 'They're clean," Yuy smirked, running his fingertips repeatedly over the contours. "The menthol." "You want more?" "Hell, no. What do you take me for?" "Everything you've got," Trowa's cock said. And then "mph," as Barton again entered Maxwell. While Yuy deep throated Duo's corona and fisted his root. Barton sank deeply inside and rested, accepting Yuy's transmission vibrating across Maxwell's flesh. Silently, the Kid commenced trembling, gradually shuddering up to Richter scale shakes. Trowa and the Kid erupted simultaneously. Yuy swallowed Maxwell up to his balls, and got a taste of Barton on the rebound. After a minute or two of gasping, Heero muttered. "You want out of those handcuffs?" "Done and done," Duo flung the leather restraints. Heero ducked and they clipped Trowa upside the head. Who sank dramatically back, warbling "cruelly done in at a tender young age." Maxwell rolled onto his back, whimpering. "I just remembered. I'm not allowed to shower for twenty-four hours. Menthol masochism. I'm gonna murder someone." "Sponge bath," Barton offered helpfully. There came a rumbling from his crotch. At first he thought it was purring. But then he muttered, "I guess I'm lucky it didn't demand a cigarette first. Ouch." Trowa's cock contentedly snored.
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