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"Unspoken"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I’ve contracted some guy named
Doctor Draken to steal the boys. It’s part of his mad scheme
to take over the world. Nifty, huh? Spoilers: Nope Rating: Um…hm…NC-15 to be safe Warnings: Romance, some angst, some shonen-ai,
and language Pairings: 3x4x5x3 Author’s Insane Ramblings: ‘Soundless speech’ <communicator> *emphasized* " Unspoken" Chapter Five Don’t give up
The blond was lying next to me on his belly, one arm resting on my chest. Trowa was draped across the Arab’s back with the same Cheshire cat grin as Quatre’s. They were both beaming at me happily—I couldn’t help but smile right back at them. Operation Make Quatre Scream had been a resounding success. “Have I mentioned lately that I love you two?” Quatre inquired cheerfully. “Only about a minute ago,” I answered dryly. “Which makes it…what, five times in five minutes?” “I’m not sure if it’s been a whole five minutes yet,” Trowa disagreed dryly. “So Wufei, which one of us won?” “No idea,” I admitted. We had maneuvered Quatre onto his side so that I could sink into a certain fantasy and give my blond a fantastic blow job, and Trowa had been on the other side, using tongue and fingers to drive Quatre crazy. Hearing my—our?—praises sung in Arabic had been the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. “Quatre is going to have to tell us. Which one of us is responsible for that very lyrical smattering of Arabic?” “Can’t decide.” He gave me a wicked leer. “I declare it a tie, which means I get to watch while you top each other.” Trowa’s eyes were sparkling in amusement as he observed, “Wufei, I think we’re in love with a voyeur.” “It appears so. We’re also in love with a manipulative little rascal. I think we should tie him to the headboard before we jump each other, just to pay him back.” We shared wolfish smiles before looking pointedly at Quatre, who—far from appearing upset at the prospect of being tied up—looked distinctly intrigued at the idea. “Before we do that, I want to call up Heero and Duo.” I shook my head immediately. “Heero called this morning, saying that he might need to call you in on his mission. If you call him now, he’ll definitely pull you in. We get to have our way with you first.” “Good plan,” Trowa approved. “You are both sex-obsessed,” Quatre sighed. His air of exasperation was rather tarnished by the amused glint in his eyes. I arched an eyebrow at him. “And your point is…?” “Made,” Quatre replied immediately. “On circumstantial evidence,” I parried. “That supports my theory.” “Enough you two, I’m not lying here all naked and ready to rumble and watching you banter.” Trowa rolled off the bed, tossing over his shoulder as he headed for the door, “Don’t move, I have some silken cord in my room so we can tie Quatre up.” As soon as Trowa had moved Quatre scooted in closer to me and snuggled his way under my chin. I wrapped both arms around him, enjoying his heat and solid strength. With a soft kiss against his temple I whispered, “I’m glad to hear your voice again, Airen.” “It wouldn’t have happened without you,” Quatre murmured back. “Thank you, Wufei.” I kissed his temple again before whispering, "You're welcome." "Hey, are you two starting without me?" I gave Trowa an intrigued study. Something about a naked Trowa with rope in his hands was very appealing. Quatre and I must have been thinking along the same lines because we exchanged smiles of sheer lustful anticipation. Let the kinky sex begin! + It was probably a good thing that Heero and Duo showed up late that evening. I don’t think any of us were in any shape for more sex. Quatre especially was a little sore. Trowa and I had a habit of playing monkey in the middle with him. Still, I could have wished that we had a little warning. Trowa had been tricked into cooking dinner, and I was setting the table. Quatre tackled me before I could do more than put the plates on the table. I was pinned to table surface, getting the life snogged out of me, when Trowa apparently decided that I needed to be rescued. More likely he’d wanted in on the action. So there we were—me on my back, Quatre on top of me and kissing me like I was an all you can eat buffet, Trowa draped over Quatre’s back and nibbling on something that made the blond squirm and groan. That was the exact moment, naturally, that Maxwell decided to grace us with his presence. “Mother Mary and all the saints!” Quatre jerked back, hitting his head against the bottom of Trowa’s jaw, and they both yelped in pain. I just gasped for breath and demanded silently of my ancestors why they suddenly decided to hate me. I didn’t open my eyes, so I couldn’t see it, but I’m sure there was a wide smile on Maxwell’s face. There was definitely laughter in his voice. “So…guys, have you missed me?” Sitting up with a heavy sigh, I glared at both of my lovers. “This is your doing; you get to answer all of his embarrassing questions.” “How is it my doing?” Quatre protested. I glared at him. “I was setting the table, you decided to jump me. It was your lousy timing, you get to explain everything.” Trowa took one look at the situation and with alacrity went back to cooking. Smart man, wish I could do the same. Maxwell bounced around, tugging at Quatre’s sleeve. “Oh come on, I gotta hear the story on this one!” As I lifted myself off the table I caught Yuy’s eyes. He was giving me this amused smirk, one eyebrow raised. “You have interesting methods of retraining, Chang.” I was tempted to growl at him, but decided that diversion might be called for in this case. “Actually, it was Trowa’s idea.” “It was not!” Trowa protested immediately. “You’re the one that thought up that competition!” “You’re the one that pulled out the pots and pans,” I pointed out swiftly, before someone could demand an explanation on what competition. Quatre grinned evilly. “I have to agree with Trowa on this one, you started it Wufei.” “Did not.” “Did too.” “Did not.” “You’re the one that suggested tying me to the headboard,” he pointed out with false sweetness. Maxwell hooted in laughter. “’Fei, I didn’t know you had it in you. Please, please, I gotta hear this from the beginning.” Quatre snagged my wrist, towing me toward the living room. “Let’s get comfortable and I’ll tell you from the beginning.” “I’m not necessary to tell the story!” I protested as I was dragged along. Quatre gave me a look over his shoulder that adequately said that if I didn’t do this now, I would be sleeping on the couch later. Dammit. Muttering under my breath I followed him reluctantly into the room. He sat me down then comfortably ensconced himself in my lap. Maxwell was getting too much enjoyment out of this. He was following us both avidly with his eyes, smile growing so wide it threatened to split his face. Even Yuy looked very interested. Quatre waited until they were comfortably settled on the couch before starting. “Did anyone update you on what was happening?” “Heero did,” Maxwell confirmed with a brief frown in my direction. “We’re going to have words later, Fei-cakes, about keeping your team mates informed of stuff like this.” “I emailed,” I pointed out hopefully. “Four days late,” he growled back. Mentally I made preparations to hide from Maxwell, or barring that getting Quatre to protect me. Quatre cleared his throat slightly, bringing the attention back to him. “Right, well, I was on a mission that required absolute silence…” ~*~*~*~ OWARI
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