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"Odd Man Out"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I was recently in a poker game with Sunset and Bandii, and managed to win, so yes…the boys are mine. (MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) Pairings: 1x2x4x1x2…I think that’s how it works… Rating: R. Definitely. Spoilers: none. Warnings: TWT, lemon, language, smidgeon of violence, *might* be a PWP (in which case I will be shocked because I’ve never even thought one up before) Betas: Velvet and Lucy, who get kudos for betaing
in a day! Author’s Notes: Someone recently suggested that my killing off plot bunnies was doomed to fail because they are like chopping off the hydra’s head…you cut one off, three more pop up to take it’s place. Since every time I manage to finish something at least three more ideas come up to take it’s place, I think I’m beginning to believe her… This is my first attempt at a threesome, be gentle! /thought/ "Odd Man Out "
Saul Bellow Quatre blew out an irritated breath. His last mission had been difficult, and rather tiring. He had been looking forward to sharing a safehouse with the other four and finally being able to relax. He’d forgotten about one minor thing. Well, two if you were truly feeling technical. One: Duo and Heero. Two: Trowa and Wufei. During the day it was fun and relaxing to be around his fellow pilots. During the night… Three days of listening to his friends going at it like rabbits (actually, Duo was worse than that and Heero seemed to encourage him) was taxing. Both couples were drop dead gorgeous, and he truly didn’t blame them for falling in love and all that. As five, it was natural that there would be an odd man out. Most of the time he would console himself with a very large bag of chocolate. And on the few occasions that didn’t turn the trick, he’d go to whatever temporary gym they had set up and pound out his frustrations there. He was, after all, the young Winner heir. He was calm, and logical, and did not throw tantrums when things didn’t go his way. “Q-man!” Quatre started out of his peregrinations, disgusted with himself to realize that he had been standing in front of his bed for at least ten minutes—the still unmade bed. Putting his thoughts roughly at the back of his mind he called back, “What?” “Come here a sec!” Quatre rolled his eyes. That was so like Duo. If there was an option of not getting up, then the American usually took it. Especially if he was comfortable right where he was. He grudgingly left his room and entered the one across the hall; Duo and Heero’s room. “Yes master?” Duo looked up from his sprawled posture on the bed. He was wearing nothing but jeans, and there was a piece of rope that he was absently tying and untying in his hands. “Not there, all the way in.” Quatre eyed that rope warily. “I’m not going to play prisoner so you can practice tying people up.” Duo frowned at the rope for a moment, then cheerfully chucked it over the other side of the bed. “Naw, that isn’t what I wanted. I’m playing nice.” Quatre’s brow arched sardonically at that last bit, but Duo wasn’t in one of his cheerful-maniacal moods, so it should be safe. Somewhat warily he sat next to him on the bed. “Okay, so why was I summed?” “ ‘Summed’?” Duo parroted, eyes twinkling. “You talk like a dictionary, Q.” “So you’ve said,” Quatre sighed. “It’s not a bad thing,” Duo assured him, laughing a little. “Makes me feel smarter just talking to you.” “Duo.” “What?” Quatre felt like shaking his head. “You can do high level calculus…in your head.” “Sure, but nobody would believe that by looking at me.” Duo shrugged, silently stating that it wasn’t something he was worried about. “Anyway, that’s different from what I wanted to tell you.” “And that would be…?” Duo’s hands shot out, grabbing him by the waist and flipping him over until Quatre was on his back with Duo leaning over him. Quatre barely let out a startled yelp before his back hit the covers. Instinctively his hands flew to Duo’s shoulders, but once they were there, he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Duo wasn’t an enemy, after all. “Duo wha—mmmphhff.” Quatre’s eyes slid slowly shut as Duo kissed him. This was wrong, he knew that he shouldn’t be kissing Duo, especially behind Heero’s back, but Duo tasted so sweet. Quatre was responding without even meaning to, soaking in the feeling of how it felt to be lying under the lithe teenager, what the other tasted like and how he kissed. A tongue flicked against his bottom lip and without thinking about it Quatre opened for him. It was such a natural step of progression that it never entered his mind that he should be fighting Duo off. His tongue darted out to tangle with Duo’s, making both of them groan at the delightful friction. Something jostled them, making Duo break away and look up. “Hey, Ro.” Pure panic set in and Quatre almost shot up into a sitting position before he thought better of it. Duo was crouching over him, so he would have bumped heads if he tried to get up just then. “Baka. Stop hogging him.” Quatre’s eyes went wide and flew to Heero’s face. What did he just say?! “Hey, I can share!” Duo protested, grinning like the cat that had snuck into the canary’s cage. “Hn. Move over.” Duo rolled over to the side, pinning Quatre’s left arm and leg to the bed. “You’re in for a treat, Cat can really kiss.” Quatre managed to get over his initial burst of panic, and was fast approaching the happy Land of Confusion. /Heero isn’t upset that I was kissing his lover?! He even acts like he wants to join in! I don’t get—/ His thinking process abruptly shut down as Heero rolled on top of his right side, eyes intense and locked onto his face. Quatre almost forgot to breathe as those eyes came closer, and a firm mouth covered his. Duo was slow and sensual, but Heero was fire and intensity. Quatre gasped as a tongue pried its way into his mouth, letting his jaw drop to allow the invasion. That kiss demanded a response, and Quatre gave it, feeling his body stir even more as Heero growled in approval. Vaguely he felt his shirt being pried apart, then a hot mouth fastened onto his nipple. His body jerked, a shiver radiating out as that tongue rubbed and teased. An electric tingle lit the edges of his skin at the touch. When Heero finally raised his head, Quatre was gasping for breath and struggling not to arch into Duo’s mouth. “What the hell are you two doing?!” Duo nuzzled against his chest briefly before looking up. There was a dark promise in his smile as he answered, “We’re seducing you.” “…I know I didn’t hear that right.” Heero stretched out a little more so that his head was even with Quatre’s ear. “We’re seducing you,” he repeated with a mischievous smirk. Quatre was forced to consider that one of Duo’s practical jokes had gone awry and had caused both of them to lose their minds. He wasn’t sure of what could cause that, but it apparently was possible. He was about to mention this out loud when Heero started nibbling on his neck. Oh god…Quatre started to get chills up and down his spine…nice warm chills. The blond’s head turned to the side at Heero’s urging, letting the Asian have more room to work with. “Mm. He likes that.” Heero bit down a little harder before releasing him and responding, “I rather like it too. He’s wearing too many clothes, though.” “Workin’ on it.” Quatre rebooted his brain while they were distracted and tried to squirm upright. “You’re both insane.” “Certifiably,” Heero said comfortably. “That happens when you’re around Duo too long.” “You started crazy,” Duo informed him as he started working on Quatre’s pants. “I just took you to a whole new level.” Quatre felt his pants loosen and deserted the Land of Confusion for the Hills of Panic. “Duo, what are you doing?!” “Getting your pants off,” Duo’s arched eyebrow added the ‘duh’. “Stop that!” Duo actually paused to consider it. “Hey, Ro, how much damage can we do with his pants in the way?” “Not as much as we can do with the pants off,” Heero responded seriously. “Whelp, that settles it then. The pants are coming off.” Duo resumed tugging the khaki slacks off. “Are either of you listening to me?!” Quatre started struggling in earnest, now, at least wanting to sit up straight. “I can understand if you’re feeling horny, but why are you dragging me into this?!” “I think I liked it when he couldn’t think straight,” Heero muttered thoughtfully. “I did too. Ro, take care of it.” “Ryoukai.” Quatre blanched. “I am not a mission Heermmmphrff.” He tried to get an arm free to slug him, but Heero anticipated the move before he could get it free of Duo’s weight. Both of Quatre’s hands were brought over his head and tangled with Heero’s. Quatre tugged against the hold weakly, slowly losing his ability to think or the will to fight as Heero’s mouth moved over his. Why was he trying to protest against this? He’d wanted to be with both of them for a long time. And here they were, giving him exactly what he had wanted. Why was he fighting against it? Heero’s tongue darted into his mouth just as Duo started gently stroking his erection. The blond lost all ability to think and reason; he arched into Duo’s touch, hands tightening against Heero’s. Duo’s hands left him, making him whimper in protest, then something hot and wet covered him and started sucking gently. Quatre shifted his legs toward his body so that he could thrust more into that mouth. Someone’s hands held him down by his hips, frustrating him. Vaguely he realized that it was Duo. When Heero trailed away from his mouth and back down to his neck, Quatre managed to get enough air into his lungs to speak. “Dammit Duo, stop teasing me!” Duo bit down gently on his tip then swallowed him completely, stroking with his throat muscles and with his tongue. Quatre’s eyes rolled up in his head even as his legs fell bonelessly to the side. Every nerve in his body was thrumming in tune with Duo’s suction. Duo slid off of him and grinned at Quatre’s growl of frustration. “You like that?” “Duo, when I get my hands on you—” “He’s so cute when he’s all naked and frustrated.” The grinning teenager decided to reward Quatre for being so cute and sucked his left nut into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. His willing captive shuddered hard and let out a cry. Duo kept his mouth in place and busy as he wriggled free of his jeans. Heero pulled away, ripping his own tanktop and jeans off before reaching for the tube on the nightstand. He knew just how talented his lover was with his mouth, and he doubted that Quatre would be able to last much longer. He crawled around to Duo’s side even as he opened the tube and spread a good amount of lube over his fingers. “Duo, move.” Duo obligingly shifted so that Heero had enough room, still contentedly driving Quatre up the wall. Heero eyed him with a slight frown. He wanted to taste Quatre too, but apparently he would have to wait until next time. Rubbing the lube over his fingers one last time, he pressed the first finger into Quatre’s opening and began to loosen him up. Quatre scrambled for purchase when he felt Heero’s finger press into him, finally reaching over his head and latching onto the edge of the mattress. He pushed into the touch, gasping air into his lungs. His body was hot, almost burning from the inside out, and desperate for release. Duo (the sadistic bastard) was deliberately not giving him that release and if Quatre wasn’t enjoying what he was doing so much, he would have sat up and hit him. Besides, he didn’t want to disturb Heero either. He was enjoying the gentle massage up his ass, especially when Heero slid a second finger in and started striking a certain spot that made him see stars. When the third finger went in easily, Heero knew that Quatre was ready. His body was practically begging, and the Asian teen was becoming just as desperate by watching Quatre. He poked Duo in the side with his free hand to get him to move. Duo looked up, letting Quatre free. “How come you get to go first?” “You kissed him first,” Heero reminded him, removing his fingers and smoothing some more lube over his erection. “Damn. Alright, fine.” Quatre’s head lifted as he felt his legs being settled over someone’s shoulders. Now what were they doing? Something hard touched him at his entrance and his eyes shot open wide. Surely they weren’t going to—Heero looked back at him steadily as he pushed inside. Quatre’s head thumped back onto the mattress, legs tightening. “Nnnahh!” Heero was too large, he’d never fit! Quatre started shaking his head in vehement denial even as his body felt like it was being split in two. Duo smoothed Quatre’s hair back from his forehead, soothing him. “Shh. I know it hurts. It hurt the first time Heero took me, but only at the beginning. Relax; I swear he’ll make you feel fantastic once he’s inside you.” Heero’s eyes were clenched shut, sweat forming and beading at his temples. “Shimatta. He’s so tight. Duo, take him first.” Duo looked up in concern. “Are you sure?” “I’ll only hurt him otherwise. The lube is next to your hand.” Duo looked where Heero had indicated, taking up the tube and lubing up as Heero gently pulled free. He moved to the side as Duo took his place, lifting Quatre’s legs over his shoulders. He felt a pang of guilt to see tears standing at the corners of the blond’s eyes. Moving up, he wiped them away. “Gomen. I thought you were ready.” Quatre shifted one hand away from its death grip on the mattress and curled it around Heero’s neck. Gently he pulled him down and kissed him. “It’s okay.” Duo took very special care as he mounted the Arabian, pressing into him in stages and looking for any sign of discomfort. There was some lingering tension, but as Quatre slowly realized that Duo wouldn’t hurt him as badly as Heero had, he relaxed and allowed the intrusion. Duo rotated his hips once he was fully seated, loosening him up a bit more. “Shit. Heero, you’re right, he’s tight. I’m surprised I managed to fit in.” “Will you two stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here?” Quatre complained. “Sorry, love.” Duo leaned closer, pressing in more and watching as Quatre’s eyes went blind. “Let me rephrase: you have a beautiful, tight little ass.” Quatre managed a glare. “Am I supposed to feel flattered?” “Yup. It means its fun to do ya.” Duo gritted his teeth as he pulled back, then thrust forward again. He saw Heero settle onto one elbow, watching them avidly as he started thrusting in an even rhythm. Quatre grunted as he went in, hands spasming against the covers. Duo shifted his legs higher, searching on the next thrust for a certain spot— “AHHHHHHH!!!” “Found it,” Duo muttered in satisfaction. He hit it again on the next thrust, making Quatre arch and scream again. He picked up the pace, laughing breathlessly when Quatre started matching him, then urging him to go faster. Duo couldn’t hold out long—he’d waited so long to have Quatre, it was hard to hold in his response to him now that he was surrounded by him. Usually he would have waited until Quatre came first, but since he knew that Heero wanted to have a turn too, he let himself climax in a hard shuddering wave. When Duo half collapsed, Heero lifted his lover off of Quatre, setting him to the side so he could recover. Quatre had set a hand to his own erection, stroking fast and hard. Heero growled low in his throat and removed his hand. Their eyes met as Heero knelt between his legs. “If it starts to hurt, I swear I’ll stop. Just say so.” Quatre nodded shakily, closing his eyes as Heero once again tried to press into him. This time was different. There was still that sensation of being too full, but being with Duo first had loosened him up considerably. His hands fastened onto Heero’s shoulders as the Asian fully seated himself inside. “Okay?” Quatre made a tremendous effort and opened his eyes, smiling for him. “Okay.” Heero smiled back for a moment before he started rocking his hips in…out…in…out… Quatre matched his rhythm, wrapping both legs around Heero’s waist as he moved. Heero put both hands on Quatre’s hips as he upped the beat, guiding his lover’s rhythm. He angled for the blond’s sweet spot, striking it hard and making Quatre scream. Duo smiled in sated pleasure as the two moved together. Heero’s face was a maze of pleasure, concentration and tenderness. Quatre had his head thrown back, hands flexing on Heero’s shoulders and cock weeping. He could see when it was too much for the Arabian, how the features contorted as he climaxed hard. Quatre choked on a cry, body jerking. Heero only lasted a second longer. Feeling Quatre reach his pleasure, he relaxed his own control and happily followed. He barely caught himself onto his elbows before his weight could drop onto Quatre and crush him. Duo caught him and helped him move over to the side, pressing a kiss against his temple once Heero was settled. A glance over at Quatre confirmed that the poor boy was out cold. Yawning a little, he moved around a bit then paused. He’d had an urge earlier, but hadn’t been able to indulge in it. With a quick glance at Quatre’s still face, he bent and licked delicately at Quatre’s cock, tasting him. Hm…a little salty, but a little sweet too. He could learn to be addicted to that in a hurry. “Duuuooo!” Quatre complained fuzzily. “Are you trying to kill me?” “Sorry,” Duo grinned down at him. Apparently he wasn’t completely out after all. “I just wanted a taste.” With an inarticulate mutter the blond settled again, breath evening out. Biting down on his laughter, Duo drew up the quilt from the edge of the bed over all three of them and snuggled in on the other side. Within a minute all three were asleep. + Quatre’s head was fuzzy, which wasn’t helping him at all in the waking up process, but after a few tries he did manage to get his eyes open. /Heero?/ The Japanese teen was fast asleep, face relaxed and an arm over Quatre’s chest. /So I didn’t dream it, or hallucinate it or anything. I really had sex with both of them. / Turning his head a little, he saw that Duo was sleeping on the other side, and that his arm was draped over Quatre’s hips. What he couldn’t understand was why. Why him? It was obvious that they were happy together, and from the amount of noise emanating from this room at night, their love life certainly wasn’t lacking. So why had they seduced him? /Maybe…it was because I’m alone./ A pang hit his heart at the thought, but he was forced to admit that it was a strong possibility. And frankly, he couldn’t think of another reason. He closed his eyes, pulling in the sensations around him. The rhythm of Duo and Heero’s breathing, the scent of sex, the heat he felt radiating from the bodies lying next to him. The longer he lay there, the more intolerable it became. /I’ll never have this again. Dammit, why did they—why couldn’t they just leave it alone?/ He lasted only a moment longer before he couldn’t stand it anymore. /I can’t stay here, it hurts too much./ Very carefully he eased Heero’s arm off his chest, then Duo’s arm off of his hips. When they didn’t move, he carefully scooted back until he could flip himself neatly out of the bed. Then he winced. His butt was sore, VERY sore. He held still until he felt he could manage the pain, then carefully bent to scoop up his discarded clothes. That really didn’t feel good on his taxed muscles, but he breathed through the discomfort and straightened again. From the bed, Heero rolled over and frowned in his sleep when his hand hit cloth. Slowly his eyes blinked open to see only Duo laying there. “Quatre?” Quatre couldn’t look at him. He felt…ashamed wasn’t the right word, but he wasn’t comfortable in that room anymore. He bundled his clothes under his arm and quickly walked to the door. Heero’s head snapped up to track his movement, eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Quatre’s body language was all wrong. It spoke of grief and pain—the very things Heero had been trying to erase. He leapt to his feet and took the more direct route of running on the mattress and leaping for the door. His movements jostled Duo awake, who groggily turned over to glare at his lover. “Heero, what the hell—Quatre?!” Quatre had his hand on the doorknob when Heero’s hand slapped against it and slammed the oak door closed again. “Let me out Heero,” Quatre demanded quietly. “No.” “You’ve had your fun. Let me out.” “Quatre.” Duo had no idea what was going on, but he sure as hell didn’t like it. He kept his voice carefully neutral. “What’s going on?” “I can’t stay here. Heero, let me out.” “Why can’t you stay?” Duo was becoming more confused, not less. He looked to Heero for clues, and became even more bemused when he saw a flash of understanding go through Prussian blue eyes. Heero held up a hand, stopping the rest of Duo’s questions. He had an inkling of why Quatre was turning away from this. He had almost done the same, when Duo had first approached him. “What do you want, Quatre?” “More!” Quatre snarled, whirling around to face them. “Dammit, why can’t you ever make anything easy?! Look at you! Both of you! You’re beautiful and talented. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and exactly what I can’t have! I want more! More than a fling to liven up your sex lives, more than a friend with benefits! I want *everything*! Forgive me if staying here makes me realize that a little too keenly and makes it impossible for me to stay unless I want my heart shattered beyond repair. For the last time, Heero, LET ME OUT!” Heero’s eyes were dark with pain. They had made a mistake in simply seducing Quatre…and now the Arabian was paying for it, which was precisely what Heero didn’t want. “No.” Quatre’s fist hit the door, cracking the wood with a sickening sound. His eyes were cold and hard. “If I have to go through you, I’ll do it.” “We never meant for this to be a fling, Quatre,” Heero whispered. Quatre’s eyes shot wide, breath halting in his chest. “We should have told you that first.” Duo groaned, head falling forward as the whole situation finally penetrated. “Shit.” He hastily untangled himself from the blanket and came around to Quatre’s other side. “You honestly thought it was just a one night stand? Idiot. We’d never have brought you in with us if we didn’t mean for it to be permanent.” Quatre’s eyes darted between the two of them, his clothes falling slowly out of his lax grip. This…was not what he had expected. “I don’t understand. Why do you want me at all?” “We’re going to talk about this in bed,” Heero interrupted. “You’re shivering. The question is, am I going to have to carry you, or are you going to come willingly?” “He doesn’t get that option,” Duo informed him. Without any noticeable effort he bent and lifted Quatre into his arms. Quatre flinched at the sudden movement, which didn’t escape either Heero’s or Duo’s notice. Heero touched his thigh gently, feeling like a clumsy ape. “How bad is it?” Quatre went beet red, focusing on his hands. “Not really that bad. I’m just a little sore.” “We’ll get you into a hot bath later,” Duo muttered. He wasn’t very happy either that his new lover was in pain. “That’ll help.” Quatre settled meekly onto the bed, bundling up in a blanket and facing the other two. He wasn’t at all sure, now, on where he stood. /I’ve probably jumped to enough conclusions for today. I think I’ll talk this one out./ He stayed silent as they sat right in front of him, Duo grabbing a pillow to cover his lap and Heero grabbing the edge of the blanket Quatre was wrapped up in to cover himself. Duo was rubbing both eyes with his fingertips, decidedly unhappy. “Did you honestly think we’d do that? Just seduce you for the fun of it?” “I didn’t know what to think,” Quatre answered quietly. “The fault lies with us,” Heero corrected grimly. “You are a person of reason…it was inevitable that you would start thinking about everything. We didn’t give you any idea that this was something more.” Duo groaned, lowering his hands so that he could glare at them. “Damn, you’ve got a point. Okay, we screwed up.” “For just a moment,” Quatre whispered, “pretend that nothing happened. Pretend that I’m just sitting on the bed because you called me over. What do you want, Duo, Heero?” “You,” Heero answered honestly. “*Why*?” “Balance,” Duo answered simply, hands held out in a shrug. Quatre felt like taking a sanity pill. Did they make sanity pills? If they did, he wanted a whole bottle. “…huh?” Heero gestured for Duo to shut up for a moment. “It took us a while to realize it, but you act as a balance between us. Our personalities are so different, we clash often but you’re always there to mediate between us. We…confide in you. We trust you.” “It’s not just that,” Duo denied. “I wanted to jump you first time I saw you. If I hadn’t had a major crush on Heero at the time, I probably would have. Well, that and the fact that I was pretty darn sure you had a thing for Trowa stopped me.” “That lasted about two weeks,” Quatre recalled ruefully. “I can’t speak for ‘Ro, but I spend more time with you than I do with either bang-boy or the grouchy dragon. And I spend quite a bit of time with them.” Duo scooted closer so that he could brush hair out of Quatre’s eyes, his hand lingering down his face in a caress. It was a relief to see that Quatre wasn’t defensive anymore—he was just listening. “I fell for you hard, Cat. The world’s a darker place for me without you in it.” Quatre accepted this with a careful nod before he turned to Heero. “I need to hear your side as well.” “I wouldn’t have Duo without you. I wouldn’t have a heart at all. Duo made me want to show my feelings…but you taught me how.” Heero looked up, heart in his throat. “Maybe you taught me too well. I started to want something…to somehow make you as happy as you made me. Made us. It became very important to me that I did so.” Heero hesitantly took one of Quatre’s hands into his. “Stay with us?” “I don’t want to come between you—” Quatre blurted out. “Can’t happen,” Duo told him cheerfully. “You’re what holds us together. Besides, if we ever do disagree with each other we can always lock ourselves up in a room and have hot kinky sex until we like each other again.” Heero rolled his eyes. “Duo, that makes absolutely no sense.” Duo quirked a brow at him. “I’m supposed to make sense?” Quatre leaned in and brushed a kiss over Duo’s mouth, eyes soft. “No. But we love you anyway.” Duo went back to serious, studying Quatre’s face with desperate intensity. “You mean that?” “I’ve been in love with the two of you much longer than you’ve been in love with me,” Quatre retorted, eyes sparkling madly. “I should be asking that question.” “Then you’re staying.” A smug look settled onto Heero’s face. Quatre finally relaxed. So maybe they had a rocky beginning…so what? Between the two of them, they had convinced him that he was not only welcome here, but wanted. He felt himself slide back into his normal banter that he used with the two of them. “Do I have a choice in the matter?” “No,” they responded simultaneously. “You don’t sound sure of that,” Quatre parried dryly. “I think you’re right, ‘Ro. I like it better when he can’t think.” “Hey!” Heero’s eyes lit with devilish anticipation. Quatre knew that look. /I’m in trouble…/ “I’m sore, guys, remember?” “I’ll be extra careful,” Heero promised. Then he pounced, dragging the blanket off and pulling Quatre to him. His blond lover groaned as he kissed him, one arm coming up to wrap around his shoulders. Duo rubbed his hands together. “Ro, how do you feel about a Quatre sandwich?” Heero continued to kiss Quatre senseless, but he gave his other lover a thumb’s up. “Cool. Let’s get this party star~ted!” + This time when Quatre woke up, it was a very different experience. He was pillowed on Heero’s chest, Duo draped across his back and snoring lightly. He smiled in pleasure as long fingers combed his hair back, lightly stroking his scalp. “Good morning, Katoru,” Heero whispered tenderly. “Good morning, lover,” Quatre whispered back, grinning. God, but it felt marvelous to say that! “How do you feel?” “I’d purr if I could,” Quatre mumbled contentedly. “No, I meant…” The full meaning of that registered and Quatre blinked. “Oh. Um…” Heero sighed. “I was afraid of that. We shouldn’t have taken you again. You were sore to begin with.” “I’ll be fine after a hot bath,” Quatre returned, waving away this concern. Snuggling in more, he let his eyes fall closed. “What time is it?” “Five after eight.” “Hmm…that’s nice.” Duo snorted, shifting against Quatre’s back and blearily opening his eyes. “Are we having sex again?” Heero exchanged a dry look with Quatre. “Baka. No, we aren’t.” “Good, cause I think you guys managed to wear me out. And that’s supposed to be impossible.” Lifting up on an elbow he leaned over to get a better look at Quatre’s face. “Hey. How you feelin?” “Like I’ve been made love to all night, how’d you expect?” “That’s my kitty-cat,” Duo replied fondly, nuzzling against Quatre’s hair. “‘Ro, go jump in the shower.” “I want to settle him in a bath first.” Duo cast his eyes to the ceiling. “Must I spell this out? You reek, lover. And I know for a fact that you can’t stay in a bathtub for longer than two and a half minutes unless there’s sex involved which, may I remind you, Cat is in no shape for. Go Take A Shower.” Heero grudgingly accepted this point and dropped a kiss onto Quatre’s lips before sliding free. “I’ll cook breakfast then. Pancakes?” “Sounds good to me,” Quatre unconsciously smiled at the sight of a naked Heero in front of him. It was, after all, a *very* impressive sight. “And make lots,” Duo warned. “Hn.” Heero snatched up his pants, leaned down to kiss Duo, then sauntered out. “That is the walk of a very satisfied man,” Duo observed. “Who knows that he’s going to get some in the near future,” Quatre added. He tilted up to kiss Duo. “Morning to you too.” Duo leaned back down to get another kiss, this one slow and long and sweet. When he pulled back, he grinned against Quatre’s mouth. “I can really get used to this. Bath?” “You think he’s out already?” “Yup. And if not, he’s just finishing up, which means we can get a free show.” Quatre started laughing helplessly. “You’re a hopeless sex fiend.” “You’re just now starting to figure this out?” + Quatre had no idea when Duo had decided that he would be in the tub too, but he wasn’t complaining against it. He was comfortably ensconced on Duo’s lap, letting the hot water soak into his muscles and undo the soreness caused from yesterday. And last night. And early this morning… “Quatre.” Quatre frowned. Duo never called him by his full name unless it was very important. He twisted so that he could look at him. “Yes?” “That was your first time, wasn’t it?” Quatre’s eyes fell uncomfortably from that too-wise amethyst gaze. “…yes.” “I thought so. You were too tight to have done it before. Why the hell didn’t you say something? We would have been gentler with you if we had known.” Quatre relaxed back against his lover, smiling faintly. “That isn’t possible. You were both very gentle with me.” Duo pulled him in more snugly, still grumbling under his breath. After a long moment he sighed. “I have to admit, it has one upside.” “And that would be…?” “I don’t have to share you with anyone.” Quatre snickered. “And what is Heero, then?” “I don’t mind sharing you with Heero. I know he loves you as much as I do.” Duo brushed a kiss along his temple. “I love you too.” “You’d better. Otherwise we’ll have to seduce you again.” Quatre rolled his eyes. Only Duo would be able to come up with that kind of logic. Deciding that arguing would only lead to more mass confusion, he changed the subject. “You know, I think this bath is actually working.” “Hey! My ideas DO work you know.” “Most of the time,” Quatre agreed pleasantly. “You think our pancakes are done yet?” “Probably. Ready to get out?” “We’ll be overgrown raisins soon if we don’t.” “Definite point.” + The pancakes were most definitely ready. Heero was flipping the last of them onto a plate as they entered the kitchen. Quatre went to get out the orange juice (fetching things in the kitchen was about the only ‘safe’ thing he could do) from the refrigerator as the back door opened. Trowa waved in welcome as he came in, Wufei right behind him. They looked a little tired, but none the worse for wear. Quatre beamed at them as they came in. “Hi, guys! How did it go?” “There’s a crater where the base is supposed to be,” Trowa informed him succinctly as he tossed his duffle bag through the door and into the hallway. “And we’re starving, they actually got fairly close to us on several occasions so we couldn’t risk cooking.” Wufei looked rather irritated about that. “Come eat, then,” Quatre invited. He put the orange juice on the table and went back to fetch two more plates and glasses. Trowa eyed his movements curiously. Interesting, he was moving the same way he himself was after that first night with Wufei… He gave a searching look at Duo and Heero. Duo looked after Quatre with a certain gleam of lust in his eye, which wasn’t unusual. But he also looked as if he knew that lust could be worked out on the blond. Hm. Heero, on the other hand, looked undeniably smug. Trowa’s eyes narrowed. It was obvious what had happened while he wasn’t there. “You two jumped him, didn’t you?” Everyone froze, slowly turning to look at Trowa. Trowa, however, was focused on Quatre’s blushing face. “Is that alright, or do I need to pound them into the ground?” A slow smile took over Quatre’s face. “It’s more than alright. And I’ll do my own pounding, thank you.” Duo choked. Heero gave his lover a baleful look. “Only one night, and already you’ve corrupted him.” Wufei, now that Trowa had pointed it out, begin to make his own observations. The blond’s movements were a bit too stiff. It was obvious that the proper care hadn’t been taken. He gave the two at the table his own glare. “You two should have been more careful. It was his first time, that demands more consideration.” Silence. Now everyone was staring incredulously at Wufei. Duo shot a look at Quatre, but it was obvious that he was just as lost as everyone else. “Wufei—” Quatre swallowed hard to get his voice even again “—how did you know that?!” Wufei cleared his throat. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything…well, the cat was out of the bag now anyway. “Do you remember the last mission we went on?” “Yes…” “And you were too hurt to get out of Sandrock without help? So I offered to get everything together for you to bring into the safehouse?” Quatre was frantically trying to remember. It had been three months ago, so his memory was a little hazy about that time. “Right. I had all of my clothes and equipment...” He trailed off as he remembered what *else* had been in there. “…oh god.” Duo started laughing. “The look on your face is priceless Cat! What kind of stuff did Wufei pick up for you, hmmm?” Heero casually slapped him in the back of the head as he went to his other lover. Quatre burrowed against him thankfully, hiding his beet red face. “Katoru?” With a deep breath, Quatre put his mouth against Heero’s ear and whispered in it quickly. Heero’s eyes went wide, then he spluttered on a laugh. Trowa looked to Wufei, eyebrow quirked. Wufei shook his head, mouthing ‘later’. Seeing no other option, the Latin shrugged and accepted that for now. Duo wasn’t of the patient sort, so he hopped up to lean around the other two. “So? I want to know too!” Heero shot him a baleful look. “You’ll blab.” “No I won’t! Pleeaasseee?” Quatre shook his head firmly. “Nope. I know you’ll blab.” Duo pouted, sticking his tongue out at both of them. “Geez. You guys don’t trust me an inch.” Quatre looked at him thoughtfully. Actually, if Duo said he’d keep a secret, then he wouldn’t go back on his word. “How about a deal?” Duo’s ears pricked. “What kind?” “Well, I’ll tell you what Wufei found if you promise to—” he leaned in closer and whispered in Duo’s ear. Duo’s eyes grew more round with each word, and a faint blush began to stain his cheeks. “Cat—” he choked, swallowing rapidly “—I’m flexible, but not that flexible.” “Are you sure?” Quatre purred up at him. “…on second thought, I’ll try it. Just don’t be disappointed if I wind up in traction for a month.” “That is too much information for me,” Wufei announced firmly. “I already know more about this than I want to. I’m taking a shower, assuming there is any hot water left.” “There should be,” Heero answered absently, staring at his two lovers. He hadn’t been able to catch most of Quatre’s request, and he was very curious as to the full extent of it. “Enjoy breakfast,” Wufei grabbed his duffle bag and made a bee line for the stairs. Trowa followed him up, having no desire to see his fellow pilots boinking each other. Before he went up and he leaned back in to the kitchen to announce quietly, “We’ll call before coming down, alright?” Heero was the only one to nod in acknowledgement. Duo was already playing a round of tonsil hockey with Quatre. Trowa shook his head, going directly to the bathroom and stepping inside. Wufei had a rather good idea about that shower. The room was already steaming up, and he recognized Wufei’s slender form behind the hazy shower curtain. He quickly stripped before stepping into the bathtub behind his lover. “I’m happy for Quatre. I was worried because he was the odd man out.” Wufei nodded soberly. “I was worried too. I never even thought of a threesome.” “Neither did I.” Trowa smiled slightly as he soaped up Wufei’s back. “Thankfully Duo did. What did you discover anyway?” “Two books on gay sex, a VERY large tube of cherry-flavored lube, a pair of fur lined handcuffs and a cock ring.” Trowa started chuckling. “I’d almost accuse of you of pulling my leg if I didn’t know how curious Quatre can get.” He pulled the shampoo off the built in shelf and started in on Wufei’s hair. The one thing he could never tire of was running his hands through that thick fall of black silk. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About pounding Yuy and Maxwell?” “Yes.” “Why?” Wufei tilted his head up to look at his taller lover. “I never knew you were so protective of Quatre.” “It would have been bad enough if they had only invited him for a night, but Quatre’s loved them for a long time. It would have hurt him badly.” Trowa could see that Wufei was still curious so he struggled to explain. “The only reason I had the courage to approach you was because of Quatre. His support, his advice…he was just there when I needed a friend. I feel like I should somehow return to him what he has given me.” Wufei grinned mischievously. “I don’t think you need to worry about that, Trowa. Whatever kindness he has shown us is being returned to him, a hundred times again.” Trowa reflected on how Quatre reacted with his new lovers and nodded thoughtfully. “I think you’re right.” “Of course I am. Give me the soap, I want to wash you.” Trowa’s eyebrow arched. “But you only wash certain areas.” Wufei arched an eyebrow right back at him. “This is a problem?” Trowa groaned as Wufei’s hand closed around him. “…guess not.” “I thought you’d say that.” ~*~*~*~ OWARI Honor: *a mad light to her eyes, rifle in hand* They’re coming! They’re coming!! Duo: *aside* Please tell me that thing isn’t loaded. Heero: It’s not. I stole the shells when she wasn’t looking. Wufei: Who is it that’s supposedly coming? Trowa: I’ll give you one guess. Quatre: Plot bunnies? Trowa: Yup. Honor: They’re TAKING OVER THE WORLD!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! Wufei: *groans* Someone remind me…why do we put up with her again? Shigeki: Because she gets things done. Duo: And we can usually bribe her into giving us what we want. Heero: And she doesn’t torture us. Wufei: I’ll take the last reason. Trowa: Ditto. Velvet: *eyeing Honor and rifle dubiously, then very carefully takes it away* Give me that. *looks at boys and Shigeki* Boys, I need red dye and a LARGE package of chocolate. Boys & Muse: Yesm’! *they sprint off* Velvet: People, give her feedback. It keeps her sane. *grin* Honor: I HEARD THAT!! Red dye? *blinks hopefully*
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