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"Payback"Written By: Lisa-chan Disclaimer: The G-boys are not mine. I only use
them for loads of fun and for putting them in compromising situations
and stuff. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: yaoi, lemon, possible OOCness, attempt
at humor Summary: Heero and Duo are having the time of their life on their humping weekend, Wufei’s the black sheep of the group, and Quatre’s kicking some serious ass. Author’s note: This is the sequel to “Out
in the open”. I suggest that you read that one first, otherwise
it will be a bit confusing. Have fun ^_^ Payback Chapter 2 Wufei slapped himself in the face and asked Quatre to pinch him in the arm. Aw! Dammit, that hurt. Dammit again, he wasn’t dreaming this. “Why do I always have to be the black sheep?” he yammered. Quatre chuckled and cuddled close against Trowa. “Say Wufei, where did you spent the rest of the night? You had us worried with your threats to hang yourself.” Wufei’s cheeks all of a sudden felt warm, if not burning. “That’s none of your freaking business,” he said, rummaging between the mess of sheets in search of his clothes and putting them on when he’d found them. Great, all crumpled up. He thought. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to make a rope.” “Make a rope…?” Quatre queried. “Yeah. I couldn’t find any. So I guess I’m gonna have to make one myself.” They both watched him disappear again and looked at each other. “So now I’m worried,” Quatre said. “Oh, so you’re worried about him after all?” Trowa said in a slightly reproaching tone, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “How do you mean?” “Well, last night you didn’t really seem to care when he hightailed it to.” “Last night I had you naked and aroused. Besides, he didn’t really seem to mean it.” “Neither does he now.” “I know, but he keeps on sticking to it,” Quatre said thoughtfully. “I think we should go and find him.” “I agree with you on that,” Trowa said, putting on his clothes. He waited until Quatre got dressed, ogling his ass as much as he could in the mean time, and together they went in search for their suicidal friend. ********** “Heero, what are you doing?” Duo asked, dismayed. “What does it look like, baka? I’m getting dressed.” “Why? Why? Why are you getting dressed? Why, Hee-chan? I like it better when you’re naked, so I can jump you at any given time. Don’t forget, you still have to bottom. Heero, why are you giving me my clothes? Do I have to get dressed too? Why?” “Duo, stop asking so many questions and put you fucking clothes on.” “But Hee-chan…” “I still have plans other than humping you all day long.” “But we called this our humping weekend, Hee-chan. We *have* to hump, otherwise it wouldn’t be a humping weekend.” “Correction. *You* called it a humping weekend. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m hungry and I’m going to get myself some food.” “Where?” “In the forest. I told you, that’s what camping is all about. I’m going hunting.” “What?!” Duo yelled, shooting upright and bumping his head against the upper bars of the tent. “Hunting like in ‘Killing cute and innocent animals and eating them’-hunting?!” “That’s right.” “Hee-chan, you can’t…!” “Oh, come on now, Duo! You were a fucking Gundam pilot and took hundreds of innocent lives in the war. Now don’t go telling me you’re gonna make a fuss about killing one or two fucking rabbits!” Duo was taken aback by Heero’s sudden fit of rage. He could’ve picked a better moment to go and play Perfect Soldier again. Way to go to spoil the mood, Hee-chan. “Okay,” Duo peeped meekly. He followed Heero outside and into the forest. “So, what are you gonna use, Hee-chan? Are you just gonna sneak up on it and break its neck?” “Exactly. My hands are all I need,” Heero whispered. Boy, Duo had heard those words in definitely more interesting situations. Heero scanned the ground with eagle eyes. He couldn’t find anything at first. It took a while before he saw anything that looked remotely like a rabbit, but eventually, he spotted a little brown furry ball with long ears and a wiggling nose. “Now, be quiet.” Duo did his best to give him his most sullen and angry stare, but Heero didn’t even notice. Just when Heero was about to grip the little neck, Duo let himself fall on the grass with a loud thud and whoosh, gone was the rabbit. Heero turned around with a jolt and speared Duo to the
ground with his eyes. “No, I didn’t,” Duo said quickly, his face a picture of innocence. “You do realize that it’s only a matter of time before I get my hands on another one?” “And before I accidentally chase it away again.” “Duo, I swear, if you do that you’re going to regret it.” “Oh yeah? What would you do?” “You’re going to be the uke for the rest of the month.” “But Hee-chan, it’s just so cruel!” Heero frowned. “You said you like it when I’m cruel.” “That very much depends on the situation!” All his charms and trump cards were not enough to make Heero change his mind. Another rabbit hopped into his field of vision and this time Duo wasn’t fast enough to do another rescue operation. The poor animal dangled by the scruff of its neck before Duo had even noticed Heero had moved. “No, Hee-chan! Don’t kill the bunny!” he cried. “I’ll be the uke for the rest of the year if you want me to, just don’t kill it!’ He knew how to manipulate him. Cute pouting lip, sad puppy-eyes. To his despair, Heero didn’t seem to budge quite yet. He thought the uke thing would’ve done it, but dammit no! “Please, Hee-chan. Why do you think I brought all that food? I don’t like hunting, it’s cruel. Look at the bunny, Hee-chan. Look at it wriggling it’s cute little nose.” Heero seemed to be in two minds. Duo watched hopefully how indulgence and stubbornness were fighting for the upper hand in his eyes. He tried the last argument he could think of. Something that would definitely do the trick if he was to be convinced of something: the food. More precisely the quality of the food. “We can make sandwiches when we get back to the tent, Hee-chan. I brought new bread and loads of tasty sandwich fillings. I bet that will taste a lot better than a rabbit that’s roasted over a fire. It will be too dry and first we’d have to skin it and then our hands will be full of blood and…” “Alright, here you have it!” Heero finally gave in. He shoved the animal in Duo’s hands and knew he had done the right thing the moment he saw Duo’s face. It seemed to burst with happiness and relief. “Oh Hee-chan, thank you! You’re the best! I don’t care having my ass abused for the rest of the year, but please don’t ever kill again,” Duo cheered. “You don’t have to be the uke for the rest of the year, you baka. It’s just that the Perfect Soldier inside of me wakes up every now and then,” Heero sighed. “That’s not good, Hee-chan. You should put it to rest,” Duo said, while he was caressing the bunny. “I know. Come on, let’s go back.” On their way back Duo let his eyes wander over the beauty of nature. He’d always loved nature. Flowers, trees, dew glistening on the grass, Wufei making a rope, cobwebs shining in the sun… Hold it, rewind. Wufei making a rope? “Hee-chan, look over there,” Duo said, tapping Heero’s shoulder. “Am I seeing things or is that really Wuffles sitting over there?” Heero followed Duo’s pointing finger and indeed saw Wufei sitting against a tree, in effect making a rope of tiny twigs and grass. As far as he could understand him, he was mumbling something along the lines of “What in the name of Nataku have I done to deserve this?” The rope made a funny loop, and alarmed by the thought of just what he might be making, they both hurried to their friend. “Wufei, what are you doing?” Heero asked. So involved in the making of his rope, he hadn’t seen Duo and Heero, and he jumped slightly when Heero addressed him. “I’m making a rope,” he mumbled without looking up. “A rope with a loop in it?” “Yes. I’m going to hang myself.” “You’re going to hang yourself?! Hee-chan, did I hear that right? Is he going to hang himself?” “Yes Duo, you heard it right. Wufei, why are you going to hang yourself?” “Because Quatre had to go and drag me with him to listen to you guys humping whenever you’re not too tired, and now Quatre and Trowa apparently found it a good idea to do that too, with me still in the tent, may I remind you,” he added pointedly, “And then this morning I wake up and find you two bugging me about Duo having fucked me yesterday, which I cannot remember, and pestering me about joining you guys. And Duo, why the hell are you carrying a rabbit with you?” he said, finally looking up. “Because Hee-chan wanted to kill and eat it and look at how cute it is,” Duo said, shoving the rabbit under Wufei’s nose. “Get that animal away from me!” Wufei sputtered. “For crying out loud, Duo! Are you a man or what?!” “Oh, I’m a man alright. Wanna see?” he grinned, fiddling with one hand at the front of his pants. “Hee-chan, hold the bunny for me. And don’t kill it!” “It’s okay! It’s okay, I believe you!” Wufei squeaked, promptly throwing his rope aside. But Duo already had his pants open and his cock peeking through the flap of his boxers, and Wufei found himself staring. Duo grinned maniacally as he saw Wufei mesmerized. Since they were trying to convince him into joining them, he didn’t think it was too inappropriate. “See something you like?” he sniggered. Wufei bolted upright and backed away as Duo stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Duo’s rapidly hardening cock. The tree behind him prevented him from going any further. “You know Wufei, we weren’t bugging or pestering
you this morning. Well, maybe a little. It’s true that I didn’t
fuck you yesterday,” he said, stalking ever closer to his victim.
‘But what I said about you joining us, that I really meant.”
He pressed himself against Wufei’s trapped body and let his breath
ghost over his ear. “So what do you say? Wanna give it a shot?”
he whispered, pushing his hips against Wufei’s groin. A devilish
smile graced his lips at “I'll take that as a yes,” Duo growled. Finding no objection from Wufei, he kneeled down, undid the button and zipper of Wufei’s pants and slipped the cock into his mouth, prepared for the sudden upward thrust from Wufei’s hips. Baka. Baka he had always called him. Well, there was nothing ‘baka’ about this. This felt like heaven with a hint of paradise and a touch of Eden. Moan after moan rolled out of his mouth and he was finally starting to understand why Duo and Heero couldn’t be quiet for one single moment while they were at it again. It was damn wonderful. Still panting heavily, he cracked an eye open and looked at Heero, who was doing his best not to squeeze the rabbit to a pulp. His eyes were big, but not with anger of disgust, but with awe and lust. Frankly, he didn’t seem to mind at all. Duo let his tongue work its magic and fervently bobbed his head up and down. He never knew Wufei could make such sweet sounds, but while this was fun, it wasn’t fun enough. He still had other things in mind. Quite reluctantly, he let go of that delectable cock, knowing he had left Wufei hungry for more, and straightened again. “Did that feel good, Wuffie?” he purred. “Yes,” Wufei breathed. “Do you want me to go on?” “Oh… Yes.” “Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel
my hot, long cock into your “Dammit… Yes,” he forced out of his throat. Duo delighted in seeing all those different expressions on Wufei’s face, and he could’ve sworn that the guy would come then and there if he were to keep that dirty talk up. “Very well,” Duo smiled. “But first you have to do something for me.” “Anything.” “I don’t want to hurt you, so we’re gonna need lubricant. The fact is that I don’t have any. But Quatre and Trowa have lubricant. So do you want to go and get it?” Wufei’s need for Duo was searing enough to have run ten times around the forest if he had asked him to. That need would’ve dropped dramatically by then of course, but if Duo fucking him would be the reward, he would gladly do it. Compared to that, robbing Quatre and Trowa from their lubricant would be a piece of cake. “I’ll be right back,” he said. He tried to lock the weeping flesh back behind the zipper of his pants, careful not to catch the sensitive skin in the metal teeth, and set off at a run. Duo went back to Heero with a happy grin on his face and sat down in the grass. “And you dare to call *me* cruel,” Heero chided his lover. “Aw Hee-chan, you know it’s for his own good. Poor Wuffles would be in too much pain otherwise.” “You got a point there,” Heero said, sitting down next to Duo and giving him back his bunny. “But I gotta say, it’s fucking brilliant of you.” “Why, thank you, love.” “Any suggestions what we could do while we’re waiting?” Heero asked seductively, sneaking his hand to Duo’s cock. “Ah, be careful, love. I still want to be hard when our black beauty comes back,” Duo said, pulling Heero’s hand away. “But don’t worry. I’ll keep myself busy.” With a naughty grin and an eye on his lover’s swollen groin, he moved to sit behind him and wormed his hand under Heero’s waistband. “Duo, oh God,” Heero moaned. Duo’s fingers massaged and rubbed, knowing each sensitive spot on that cock of the boy he adored so much. A hot tongue swirled in Heero’s ear and proceeded over his jaw to his neck, where soft lips joined into the game and sucked hard. “Nnnh… Duo,” Heero whimpered, thrusting his hips urgently up in the tight tunnel of Duo’s hand. His breathing quickened and his moans got louder, and Duo knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer. “Found it!” Wufei’s voice interrupted them. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” He quickly turned around and kneeled down. Duo was on fire. His cock occasionally rubbed against Heero’s back and the sensual sounds his lover was making sent his hormones into overdrive. He had to be careful not to come himself by the mere thought of Heero squirming and moaning in his arms. Well, one arm. The other one was still occupied by the bunny. Heavens, he needed to come. Wufei returned just in time, and as much as he wanted to keep on pleasuring Heero, the boy was again reaching for his rope. He quickly gave the bunny back to Heero and stood upright. That was the last straw. He knew Duo had been kidding him after all. He had just turned his back and there he was, jerking Heero off. Where was that damn rope? The sooner it would be finished, the better. A hand suddenly took the rope out of his hand and lay it back in the grass. “I would lay that back aside if I were you,” he heard behind him in a voice that made him melt. Duo felt that Wufei was surprised and he smiled. He knew how to use his voice to get people to do what he wanted. “Turn around,” he whispered. Wufei did as he was told and came face to face with the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen: two pools of liquefied purple, darkened with lust and clouded with passion. “Did you get the lubricant?” Wufei nodded slowly, breathless, awestruck. “Perfect,” Duo smiled. “Now we can get to the real fun.” He undid Wufei’s button and zipper and slid his pants off. Taking the lube from Wufei, he coated his fingers and quickly, yet thoroughly prepared him. Then he coated his cock and gently eased it into Wufei’s waiting entrance. It touched Wufei how careful Duo was, yet he couldn’t deny a light spasm of pain when he entered him. He got used to it though, and soon enough, all he could feel was pleasure. He closed his eyes and gladly surrendered to the steady pushes of Duo’s hips. They both jumped as an angry cry tore through the forest. “Wufei!! You traitor!” Wufei’s heart lurched when he saw the outrageous face of Quatre. Rope! Where was his rope?! “Quatre, it’s not what you think!” he quickly tried to explain. Duo chose that exact moment to locate his prostate, making the boy cry out in sudden pleasure. “Not what I think?! Not what I think?!?! I witness Duo taking you up the ass, and you’re telling me that it’s not what I think?!” Quatre hollered. “You are so going to regret this, buddy! Come on, Trowa! Trowa, where are you?!” He reached his hand behind, but couldn’t feel him. Looking around, he spotted him sitting next to Heero, crooning to a rabbit. “Trowa, come back here, you weakling!” “Quatre!” “I’m sorry, Trowa. I didn’t mean that,” Quatre sighed, rubbing his temples. “It was just my anger running away with me.” Heero carefully shifted the rabbit in his arm and crawled to the rope, then offered it to Quatre with a goofy grin. “If it can be of any help…” He could swear that the blonde boy would explode with anger and he practically rolled over the ground with laughter. “The nerve!! Come on, Trowa!” “What are you gonna do, Quatre?” Trowa asked, meekly following Quatre back to their tent. “Oh, you’ll see,” Quatre sniggered. “Wufei’d better start worrying if I were him.” “Quatre, come back… I mean… What are you… Oh Duo, what are you doing to me?…” Wufei stammered, alternating between reaching out to Quatre to stop him from doing God knows what and marveling at the things Duo could do with his cock, his hands and heavens, his tongue. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” Duo murmured in his ear. “Heero and I, we won’t allow bad things to happen to you. Only good things.” Thrust with the hips and squeeze with the hand. “Wonderful things.” Heero was having a hard time. The view he was treated to screamed for him to take his cock in his hand and jerk it raw, but if he were do that, then he couldn’t be responsible for the spasms his other hand would make on the neck of the little rabbit. Seeing how Duo had been treating it, he’d probably want to keep the stupid animal, and if he were to put it down in the grass it would run away. He needed a place where he could make sure it would stay around, somewhere where he could lock it up… The tent. The tent was only a few steps away. All he had to do was throw it in there, sit back and he would be on his way to his own little paradise. He jumped upright and just as he was about to turn around, he looked back and frowned. Something had been bothering him about this situation ever since the start, and it only now occurred to him just what it was. Duo’s moans were so different, not only filled with pleasure, but also with wonder, as if it were his first time. And in fact he was right, it *was* his first time. His first time as a seme. “Duo!” Heero yelled. Duo’s hips were pounding at a savage rate, the sensations raging through him consumed him. How could he ever have done without this? Heero could say what he wanted, from now on he would be bottoming more than he would wish for. He, or Wufei, or both. Somewhere in the distance he could hear his name. Heero love, something you need to say to me so urgently that it can’t even wait until after I’ve had one of my top-5 orgasms? “Duo!” “What… is it?” “You’re the seme!” “I know… It’s great, isn’t it,” Duo panted. “So how does it feel?” “What does it look like?” Heero laughed. It looked as if he was having the time of his life. He turned around and sprinted to the tent to lose the damn rabbit. As he jogged past Quatre and Trowa’s tent, he didn’t even dare to wonder what those two were plotting in there for poor Wufei. The rabbit was quickly deposited inside, and making sure that it couldn’t reach the food - Duo would kill him - he zipped the tent back up. “Duo! Oh yes!” “Oh-my-God! Wufei!” “Kuso! Kuso, I’m too late!” Heero cursed, turning around with a jolt. So, what’s the big deal? his mind hollered. Go over there and demand a replay in the tent. They’re yours now anyway, you can watch as many of your freakishly perverted shows as you want. “That’s right,” Heero cheered to himself. “Do I have a genius mind or what?” ********** “Quatre, what are we gonna do now?” Trowa
asked, fiddling with his shoelaces. “Exactly,” Quatre said, peering through the open zipper of the tent. “And then?” A sly grin played around Quatre’s mouth and he squinted back at his boyfriend. “You don’t have to worry about a thing, love. Just leave everything up to me. All you have to do is fuck me.” “Can I fuck you now?” Trowa said eagerly, sitting behind Quatre in less than no time. Quatre shivered at the sudden contact and for a moment
considered throwing the whole plan outside in the grass. But revenge
would be sweet. Bittersweet. Trowa slowly let his hands glide underneath Quatre’s shirt and kissed the soft skin of his neck. “I can take care of that,” he murmured. “Will you do anything I want you to do?” Quatre asked in the kind of sultry voice Trowa had never heard from him before. “Anything,” he whispered with a quick bite in the earlobe. “Talk dirty to me, Trowa.” “Talk dirty?” Trowa said, arching an eyebrow. “But I don’t know…” “Just say what you would like to do with me. Like I did yesterday.” “But… I don’t… I can’t…” Trowa stammered. “Come on, Trowa. You said anything.” Trowa swallowed hard. Say what he wanted to do? No problem, but how to say it in a way that would arouse Quatre? He tried to picture himself during last nights lovemaking. How Quatre had been fingering himself while he told him he’d fuck him until he could see all the stars of the universe. His voice had been low and teasing, he had been provoking him with his words. The bulge in his pants was begging to get out. Carefully he pressed it against Quatre’s ass. “Do you feel that, Quatre?” he purred. “Yes,” Quatre gasped. “Do you know where I would like to put it?” “Tell me.” His hands traveled up and took Quatre’s shirt with them. He quickly pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. “First I would like to slip it between your soft lips and fuck your warm, wet mouth. Would you like that?” “I’d love that. You taste so good, Trowa,” Quatre moaned, arching into the feeling of playing fingers on his nipple. “Then what?” “Then I would kiss you. Your mouth, your neck…” His hands moved according to his words, teasingly caressing mouth and neck. “… your chest, your belly…” Lower the hands went, until they felt the hardness through the fabric of his pants and squeezed. “… Your cock.” “Oh Trowa.” “You would moan so loud that I would grow hard again. And then I would roll you on your stomach and torture your cute little ass with my tongue.” He fiddled at Quatre’s button and zipper and quickly took the boy’s pants and boxers off. “Like this.” He forced Quatre’s ass up in the air and maneuvered his tongue between the two smooth cheeks. Quatre was stunned by Trowa’s sudden turnabout.
He had never known him to be so dominant and good with words, but
there was no question about it that he liked it and would want to
use it as one of the main things in foreplay. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Quatre?” “Yes,” Quatre whimpered. He felt Trowa circling his tongue around the tiny entrance and he threw his head back when it pierced inside. “Yes! Oh Trowa!” he cried. Trowa’s tongue went in and out, twirled round and round, again and again, until Quatre’s hips seemed to have taken on a life of their own. Suddenly he stopped and sat back with a cunning grin. “W-Why did you stop?!” Quatre wailed. “You said I couldn’t fuck you yet,” he sniggered. “But Trowa! Don’t act so childish!” “I’m not acting childish, Quatre. I’m just doing what you said,” he stated soberly. “Besides, while you were lost in your own little world, someone came back.” Quatre pricked up his ears and listened. He could hear
moaning. Duo and Wufei. He grinned devilishly and put his clothes
back on. “Trowa, stay here and take your clothes off for the
time being. I’ll be right back.” “Quatre, what is that?” “No, I hadn’t paid much attention to that in fact,” Trowa said. “Well, he has. Move aside a bit, will ya?” “What the hell are you up to?” Quatre took the clothes and started arranging them on top of the mattress. “It’s very simple. Those are Wufei’s clothes. We’re gonna use them as a mattress. Now, when you fuck me, and I come…” “You’re gonna spray your cum all over it?” Trowa finished for him. “That’s right.” “But Quatre, that’s… Eew! That’s dirty,” Trowa grimaced. “That, my dear Trowa,” Quatre said, wrapping his arms around Trowa’s neck, “is just what that piece of traitor deserves.” He went sitting on hands and knees on top of the clothes and peered seductively over his shoulder. “Now, were you gonna fuck me or do I have to do it all by myself?” The words had barely left his mouth, when he felt Trowa’s body against him. He purred when Trowa placed soft kisses along his spine. “Don’t dawdle too much, love. We have to get it done before he notices his clothes are missing,” he said. “But I like to spoil you,” Trowa's voice was muffled against the creamy skin of his neck. “As much as I like to be spoiled by you,” Quatre smiled, taking one of Trowa’s hands and sucking his fingers. “You have already spoiled me just now. Besides, when we’re back at home you can make foreplay last as long as you wish.” He reached behind to kiss him and softly wiggled his hips against Trowa’s. “Now, get to it.” Trowa growled hungrily and slipped his fingers into Quatre’s entrance, while Quatre’s eyes did their best to locate the tube of lubricant. “Trowa, where did you -oh Trowa- put the -Nnhh, feels good- the lubricant?” Quatre panted. “Under the mattress,” Trowa said, looking up from the utterly fascinating view of his fingers being swallowed with ease by Quatre’s body. When they were eventually back at home, he would demand that Quatre do that to him as well. It seemed to be very pleasant, judging by his moans. “It’s not there,” Quatre said. “What?!” Trowa said alarmed. “Then where is it?” “How the hell should I know?” “So, what should we do now?” “We’re just gonna have to do it without lube.” “But-“ “And don’t give me that ‘It’s gonna hurt like hell’-shit, I can stand a little pain.” “Alright. If you say so,” Trowa shrugged. “So. Now, go on.” He spread his legs wider and squeezed his eyes shut for the pain to come. What he felt when Trowa pushed inside was more than he had expected. “AW!! Shit, that hurts like hell!” he cried. “Do you want me to pull out again?” Trowa said worriedly. “Is it already completely inside? Coz maybe I can still get used to it then,” Quatre whimpered. “No. In fact, it’s only the tip.” “Then, yes please, pull it out again!” Trowa withdrew again and looked compassionately to Quatre’s panting figure. “I’m sorry, little one.” “It’s okay,” he breathed. “But we’d better find that lubricant. Maybe you’ve just misplaced it. Are you sure you didn’t put it back into one of the backpacks?” “We could check,” Trowa shrugged. They both took a backpack and started their fervent search, until something popped into Trowa’s mind. “Quatre.” “What?” Quatre said frustrated, his head still buried in a backpack. “When Heero invited us into their tent after they had fucked, did you see a tube of lubricant lying around?” “No, but they could have put it in their backpack.” “When you fuck, you don’t put things in your backpack, you just toss them aside.” “I meant when they were done.” “Not when you’re as furious as they were. No, I didn’t see any lubricant, but what I did see was…” “… a cup of butter…” “… with significant amounts of butter missing. Which means that they didn’t have any lubricant at all…” “… but were using the butter as a cheep alternative.” “Exactly. Quatre, do you think what I think?” “That this is just the most uninteresting sex talk I’ve ever had?” “No,” Trowa said, playfully swatting the back of Quatre’s head. “Quatre, they have stolen our lubricant.” “They have stolen our lubricant?!” Quatre yelled indignant. “The nerve! You think they would do that?!” “Duo’s capable of anything,” Trowa nodded. “We have to get it back,” Quatre said resolutely, grabbing for his clothes. “No, I’ll go this time,” Trowa offered, stopping Quatre’s hand. “You just recover a bit.” He grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around his hips. “By the way, how did you manage to steal Wufei’s clothes without them noticing it?” “Oh, they were going at it, all three of them. You know, at first I was a bit careful, because I only heard Duo and Wufei, but you wouldn’t believe how quiet Heero is while he’s fucking.” “I see.” “Oh, and don’t be surprised if you see a rabbit running around.” While Trowa was out, Quatre continued lying on Wufei’s clothes and rubbed his sore ass. In a way, he should be glad that Trowa was so big, but it hurt awfully when they didn’t have something to make it slide better. He thought it might be a good idea to prepare himself a little more in the mean time too, like yesterday. He sucked his fingers and carefully breached the little hole. Precum oozed out of the slit of his cock and he grinned as the pearly droplet dripped down on Wufei’s pants. When Trowa entered the tent again, he could almost feel the stolen item slipping from his hands. There sat his boyfriend, moaning and screwing his own ass, being sinful and beautiful. He jerked the sheet away from around his hips and sidled next to him. “Having fun, love?” he purred. Quatre cracked his eyes open as he heard the sweet voice of Trowa next to him and looked to the side. “Yes, very much… I thought that I could… What the fuck is that?!” “What?” Trowa said, following Quatre’s eyes to his hands. “Oh that. Well, they were still busy, so it shouldn’t have been too hard to steal the lube. Unfortunately Duo was holding the tube,” he explained. “But I did find this.” He triumphantly held his treasure up in the air. “A can of whipped cream?!” “Yeah. It’s almost empty, but I’m sure I can still squeeze something out,” Trowa smiled. Quatre sighed and shook his head. “Trowa honey, you might make a good Sherlock, but you’re a lousy thief.” “But it’s better than nothing, sweetie. So, can I fuck you now?” Still sulking, he allowed Trowa behind him, watching while he squirted the whipped cream on his cock and spread it. “I can’t believe I have to lower myself to the level of using whipped cream as lubricant,” Quatre grumbled. “I bought the best, finest, most expensive lubricant I could find, yet here we are using whipped cream.” “Yes! Caught red handed, you thieves!” “Duo?!” Quatre yelled. “That’s right! What you can do, we can do too!” he grinned. He was only half dressed, fly still open and, why look at that, he was still dragging his rabbit along with him. Next to him appeared Wufei in his boxers. “See, I knew I had seen someone sneaking inside,”
he said. “I won’t deny that we might’ve borrowed your, might I say, high-quality lubricant for a moment there. But then what is that over there?” he said, pointing to the material they were currently using as a mattress. “If I’m not mistaken, they are Wufei’s clothes!” “Duo, his cock is touching my shirt,” Wufei whined. “That’s so gross!” “Wufei, what the hell is wrong with you?” Trowa said, frowning at Wufei’s unusual behavior. “That’s just the influence I have on him,” Duo grinned. “Either way, you are going to hand them back to us, right now.” “Only if you give us back Wufei,” Quatre challenged. “Oh, I see. Is that what this is all about?” Duo said, placing one hand on his hip. “You are just jealous because Wufei chose Heero and me. Well, too bad, my sweet Quatre. You should’ve taken him while he was still available. Yesterday he was sleeping right next to you, but what do you do instead of seducing him? You fuck Trowa and ignore him. Now, I’m not saying that you love Trowa less than Wufei, but if you wanted them both, you should’ve seduced them both too. Instead, you have screwed up, and guess to who’s tent he came running for refuge? That’s right. Ours. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to have my boyfriend’s clothes back now.” He stretched out his hand and waited for Quatre to hand over the clothes. Trowa moved aside and nudged Quatre softly with his elbow. “Come on, little one. Just give him the clothes, so we can fuck already,” he whispered. “I don’t want to,” Quatre muttered. Fact was that the braided terror was right about everything. He should’ve paid more attention to Wufei last night, but now it was too late. He was theirs and there was nothing he could do about that. “Oh, you don’t want to. Guess we’re gonna have to use force then,” Duo said, handing his bunny to Wufei. Just when he was about to stalk over to Quatre, he heard Heero calling behind him. “Duo, are you almost done in there?” “Hee-chan,” Duo said, sticking his head outside. “You’re just the one I need. Could you come over here for a sec?” Heero peered inside and looked at Duo with questioning eyes. “What’s wrong?” “Quatre doesn’t want to give Wufei his clothes back. Do you have an idea how we might make him change his mind?” Heero grinned devilishly and rolled up his sleeves. “I’m sure I could solve that,” he sniggered, crawling over to the couple. Quatre started backing away when he saw Heero approaching, but to his surprise he passed him by and went to sit behind Trowa, a leg on either side of him. “Heero, what are you gonna do to me?” Trowa asked uncomfortably. “Don’t be afraid,” Duo answered in Heero’s place. “He’s not gonna hurt you.” “Then what is he gonna do to him?” Quatre demanded. “Well, Q-babe, he might be silent sometimes, but he’s one hell of a lover.” Not even getting the time to wonder what he could’ve possibly meant by that, Quatre turned his head in alarm as he heard Trowa moaning… Moaning in pleasure. Heero slowly dragged a finger through the whipped cream on Trowa’s member and licked it off. “Hmm… sweet,” he purred. “Wanna taste, Trowa?” His finger went back down and came up again with a generous amount. Pushing it into Trowa’s mouth, he let his other hand explore the pulsing flesh down there and smiled at the moan he got. Trowa couldn’t help but moan at the things that talented hand was doing down there. It wasn’t just jerking off. It was massaging, playing, gently touching and squeezing on sensitive spots he didn’t even know he had. It was simply heavenly. Quatre’s eyes widened in dismay at the view he got when he turned his head. His boyfriend squirming in the arms of another. *His* boyfriend getting jerked off by Heero, and on top of that actually liking it. “Quatre, are you gonna give Wufei’s clothes back?” Heero said, his hand still moving up and down. The ugly green monster inside of Quatre was raging.
He quickly moved off the clothes and threw them to Wufei. “Here
you are, have them, now Heero, get your hands off my boyfriend!”
he bellowed. “You’re going home?” Quatre said. “Yeah, Heero just stowed the tent and packed our stuff,” Wufei nodded. “Why are you going home?” Trowa asked. “Because, when we’re at home, we don’t have to fight about lubricant. There we have tons of it and we can fuck as much as we want. Right, Wuffles?” “Right,” Wufei agreed. “Besides, when we’re at home we have a lot more possibilities,” Duo whispered in his ear. “You should see the collection of toys Heero and I have.” With that he left, a more than enthusiastic Wufei behind him. “So, we’re going home too then?” Quatre asked. “I guess,” Trowa shrugged. “But first, we’re gonna fuck.” “Your wish is my command,” Quatre grinned, offering his ass to Trowa. Trowa happily obliged, and the tube of lubricant was empty before the end of the day. Owari. |
