"The Balls are the Best "

Written By: Lisa-chan

Disclaimer: The Gundam Boys are not mine, they’re just free to use my mind as a hentai playground.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: toys, language, yaoi, lemon, slavery, bondage, mild humor. That’s it, I think.

Pairings: A bit of everything. Eventually 1x2x3x4x5

Summary: Quatre, Trowa and Wufei have invited Duo and Heero over for some ‘fun’ in their apartment.

Author’s note: After about 5 months, I have finally finished the sequel to “Bath time”. It’s kinda long. But it’s drenched in lemons ^_~. I also changed the title from “Boys and toys” to “The balls are the best”. Enjoy! Hope it was worth the wait.

Thank you Shennie for the beta reading!

 

"The balls are the best"

Duo went ahead of Heero. His cock had demanded so. And he always listened to his cock. He knocked and waited for the door to open.

No reaction.

Frowning, he unabashedly plastered his ear against the door (hey, two can play the game of eavesdropping), and heard moaning and sucking noises. He decided to resort to yelling. “Hey, you guys! Stop eating each other’s faces off and lemme the fuck in!” he shouted, pounding harder on the door. “Don’t you start without us! I dare ya!” He yelped as the door was suddenly and forcefully jerked open and he tumbled neatly into the arms of one particularly energetic, Arabian.

“What’s up, Duo?” Quatre chuckled.

Duo looked up, noticing joyfully that the lovely boy was already completely in his birthday suit and had a very enticing sex gloss over his slender body. His hair was a bit mussed, his lips swollen and moist. Little drops of saliva were glistening on that rosy flesh and Duo wanted nothing more than to lick them away. “Oh, there’s something very much ‘up’, my dear Quatre,” he smirked, quickly regaining his composure. Pushing his robe-covered groin up against Quatre’s stomach, he let his tongue dart out to taste the sweet droplets on Quatre’s lips.

Quatre smiled and gave a soft moan as he felt Duo’s hard cock pressing against his stomach. Opening rapidly clouding eyes, he noticed the messed up state of Duo’s hair and awkwardly plucked at it. It was still moist, but not in its tidy usual braid, quite the contrary. It was loose, littered with tangles and only half rinsed out. “What happened to your hair?” he asked.

“Forget about my hair,” Duo growled, taking the boy’s lips in a demanding kiss and thrusting his hips impatiently. “Let’s fuck.”

Whilst Trowa’s tongue was enthusiastically swirling around Wufei’s nipple, his ears had been following the conversation going on between his lover and Duo and his head snapped up at Duo’s last words. “Wufei?” he said. “Did Duo just say “Forget about my hair”?”

“Affirmative,” Wufei panted, tugging Trowa’s head back down to his chest. “He must be *very* horny.”

Trowa grimaced. "Affirmative? Can’t you just say ‘yes’ instead of ‘affirmative’?” he grunted. “We’re not on a battlefield, you know.”

“I’m sorry, force of habit I guess,” Wufei grinned sheepishly.

“Well, break that habit. The Gundams are destroyed, fighting days are over, so no need for that formal stuff anymore.”

“Trowa?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“No idea.”

They turned their attention back to Duo and Quatre who were providing a much more entertaining scene. Duo was still molesting Quatre’s mouth with his own, alternating between pushing his tongue in and lapping at his lips. His hands were gently kneading Quatre’s buttocks and his hips were rocking. They could see his cock peeking out, red and frustrated, where Quatre had fumbled the sash of the robe open with deft little fingers. Trowa loved those fingers, those hands. They were small, but very skilled and they knew exactly where all his sensitive spots were situated. He loved the moans coming from his mouth too. They were loud now, overdone, but they turned him on nevertheless.

They barely caught the soft, almost timid knocking on the door. Trowa hurried to open it and met Heero on the other side, carrying an arm full of strange - interesting - objects.

“Heero,” Trowa said simply. “Come in.”

Heero gingerly stepped inside, as if walking on hot coals, and looked around the apartment like it was the first time he'd been there, even though he frequently visited. The apartment was equally as big as his and Duo's, but furnished in a much more luxurious style. On the walls were 500 dollar artworks, and the couch was made from real Italian leather. The carpet he was walking on was hand woven, and pleasantly soft under his feet.

It eluded him when *that* had become the most important thing in his focus at that moment. He felt his inhibitions rapidly coming back, and he wondered why they had to come back *now*.

His eyes stopped on their journey through the apartment and locked onto his boyfriend, who was by no means suffering from inhibitions. He was naked now, extremely horny and only a second away from throwing Quatre down and nailing him into the hand woven carpet. And he was pretty sure Quatre wouldn’t have minded at all; if his delighted moans were any indication.

“Duo…” Heero croaked. He felt his heart shrink a bit to see him kissing and humping up against someone else.

A jubilant song was singing in the back of Duo’s head. Ah, life definitely was good. Striking looks, athletic body and four boys eager to fuck the hell out of him, starting with a very responsive Quatre.

Just as he was about to take the boy through to the bedroom, an almost miserable voice interrupted the happy song in his head. He turned around and mentally kicked himself when he saw the flash of pain in Heero’s eyes. Stupid hormones always overruled his mind!

“Heero,” he said, pacing over to him. “You… You’re still okay with this, aren't you?”

Heero sucked his lips between his teeth and doubtfully looked around, looking very small and insecure all of a sudden. That couldn’t be a good sign.

“Please tell me you’re still okay with this,” Duo pleaded, grabbing Heero’s shoulders.

“I don’t know, Duo. It’s all good and fun when you're just talking about it, but when it’s for real… I… I don’t want too anymore.”

“What?! Why?!” Duo cried.

“You seemed to be having so much fun with Quatre. It was like you had totally forgotten about me. I’m afraid if we go through with this that I will lose you, and I don’t want that, not now I finally have you.” He bowed his head closer and nuzzled Duo’s neck. “So come back home with me, and we’ll make love, okay?”

“No!” Duo shouted. “You just said it yourself, Heero, Quatre and I were having fun and that’s the keyword here, Hee-chan. Please don’t doubt my feelings for you. Nothing runs as deep as my love for you, and you won’t lose me; hell I’m gonna be nailing your ass for the rest of your days, baby. So, come with us to the bedroom and we’ll have the best fun of our lives.” Duo almost scrunched up his nose at his own words. Ugh, how sappy was that! But he knew it was all about emotions with Heero, so it couldn’t be sappy enough.

“No,” Heero said, putting his foot down, even if it was Duo. He turned to head back for the door, but found Trowa’s face and the rest of his naked - and admittedly gorgeous - body blocking his way.

“Getting cold feet, Yuy?”

Before Heero could answer, he felt a pinch in his butt, and he yelped. The toys fell to the thick carpet with soft little thuds.

“Wufei!” he cried indignantly.

Then someone snagged his robe off, leaving him stark naked and embarrassed. And strangely, excited.

“Quatre!”

“Each take a limb!” he heard Duo say to his left.

“Wha…?” Strong hands grabbed either a leg or an arm, and his wild floundering wasn’t enough to stop them from dragging him to the bedroom. He was thrown onto a luxurious and very large, four poster bed. His wrists were pinned above his head and he heard a soft click. Soft, tiger pattern plush caressed his wrists and he found he could no longer move his hands.

Oh, perfect! The only thing missing! he thought. Naked, horny and now handcuffed.

“Ah, lovely,” Quatre grinned, satisfied. “Now we're almost ready to start, just as soon as Duo gets here with the toys.”

“I’m here,” Duo cried merrily, skidding around the corner with the toys Heero had dropped and depositing them on the bed. “Let’s see what my cute boyfriend brought us.” He started rummaging through them, the other three boys gathering around him with curious eyes. His face lit up as he found what he needed and he proudly held it up in the air. “This, gentlemen, is known as ‘Stiff’n Stay’. It’s a revolutionary cream that guarantees a rock hard cock for hours, even after you cum.”

“Wow, cool,” Quatre enthused, taking the tube from Duo and studying it. “Trowa, we have to get a few of these.”

“Yes, we do, honey. Now, rub it on your dick,” Trowa humored his boyfriend impatiently.

Quatre sneaked his arms around his boyfriend and wiggled up against him. “Would you put it on me?” he breathed.

Trowa growled deep in his throat and obediently kneeled down. He reached his hand up for Quatre to squirt some of the cream onto and started massaging it into Quatre’s skin, licking at his balls as he did so.

Quatre gave soft little cries of joy at the sensation of Trowa’s tongue on his balls and the occasional brushing of his hair along the underside of his cock. As much as he'd already had this done to him, he could never get enough of it, and he was soon lost in his own little world of pleasure.

Duo and Wufei were watching from a short distance away. They had subconsciously grabbed each other’s hand and squeezed gently. Duo could feel his mouth starting to water and swallowed. His cock reacted most strongly at the display. It jumped up, demanding action. His hungry eyes strayed to the creamy globes of flesh at the top of Quatre’s thighs, the crevice separating them. He let go of Wufei’s hand and let his legs follow the path his eyes were drawing him to. He gracefully dropped to his knees and, parting the pale cheeks, swiped his tongue across the pink entrance.

Quatre’s eyes snapped open when he was suddenly licked from behind too. He cried out in delight and grabbed Trowa’s head for support. The tube of ‘Stiff’n Stay’ fell to the ground and he reached behind with his other hand to feel who was there. The wet hair and remnants of shampoo told him it was Duo. He instinctively spread his legs a little wider and gently rocked his hips in a rolling motion.

“Oh… Shit, so good,” he moaned. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip and he felt his knees rapidly losing strength. It wouldn’t take long before he would succumb if they kept it up like that.

Wufei found himself enthralled by the erotic display the three boys were performing before him. Quatre moved with such an easy grace, making him wonder how long he and Trowa had actually been active on any sexual level, obviously way before their friends knew about it. His skin was starting to gleam with sweat, the blonde hair on his forehead was slowly becoming moist, and started to cling to his forehead. Trowa and Duo were savoring him like a gourmet meal. If he looked at the right angle he could see Duo’s tongue prodding gently at Quatre’s entrance. The mere sight made him want to moan, and he did, quite loudly. His eyes traveled further along Duo’s body. The strong muscles shifted subtly under the smooth skin. Hands rested lightly on the side of Quatre’s buttocks while his thumbs held open the way to that sweet pucker. His hips rolled gently along with Quatre, fucking some imaginary mouth, or ass, or anything that would feel good. His cock hung lonely between his legs in a way that made Wufei want to grab him and slowly make him go out of his mind with pleasure.

Then his mind reminded him that he was right in the middle of an orgy, and there was nothing stopping him from doing exactly that.

Finally, his libido grumbled. Took you long enough to figure it out. So come on and grab him, tiger!

“Yeah,” Wufei mumbled to himself, feeling his feet moving over the plush carpet and toward Duo’s exquisite rear. He knelt and reached down between Duo’s legs, grinning as the beautiful youth’s head shot up and gasped, though it was quickly pushed back by Quatre’s hand which was still resting there.

“Duo, don’t stop,” the petite blonde said amongst little hiccups of pleasure.

Duo returned to his task with a vigor that made Quatre’s voice rise an octave or two. He was rocking his hips into Wufei’s hand now. Oh, how he liked having his Dick caressed. Soft butterfly kisses trailed gently along his spine, and he sighed with contentment. He liked that too. He liked everything that felt good, he liked to be drowned in sensations, liked to writhe and moan while he was torturously driven to insanity.

Wufei was doing a great job granting his silent wishes.

Movement to the left of him caught his eye and he saw Wufei’s hand reaching for the seemingly, forgotten tube.

Wufei grabbed the tube and, just for a moment, let go of Duo’s proud cock to squirt some of the aromatic cream on his fingertips. Then he went back to teasing and massaging.

He looked back again as he noticed Trowa’s hand reaching out to him, and he squirted some onto his fingers too.

Trowa was still enthusiastically sucking away at Quatre’s balls. The blonde was very responsive. Idly he wondered if he could catch this on audio and then walk around with in his walkman.

And why not?!

But, fuck, why didn’t he think of this earlier? Yeah, this was, in fact, quite brilliant. Driving around in his car with a moaning and begging Quatre blasting from the speakers would be far better than the same old crap on the radio.

Oh no, that couldn’t be healthy. Masturbating behind the wheel while driving. That would surely result in an accident.

Still, he was very tempted to do just that, catch Quatre on audio, if not now, then some other time. It was a very enticing thought and extremely arousing. His cock thought so too and reminded him of its neglected state with angry little throbs. He consoled it with some gentle fondling and briefly raised his head, gasping. It was then that he saw Wufei grappling for the tube on the ground and he held out his hand, waiting for Wufei to take the hint. Once his fingers were covered, he languidly began massaging himself with the cream, the other hand still dutifully rubbing at Quatre’s swollen organ.

“Ah… T-Trowa, go… Oohhnn,” Quatre breathed. His breath hitched, his panting became ragged and Trowa knew those signs very well. He glanced up, just in time to see Quatre’s face contorting in sweet ecstasy. Quickly he lay the tip of Quatre’s cock on his tongue, and with a last twitch and a piercing cry, Quatre spilled himself all over Trowa’s lips and chin.

Quatre’s grip tightened in both Trowa and Duo’s hair. The black void behind his closed eyelids lit up in a bright world of swirling colors and lights. His seed was wrenched from his cock in a hot stream, landing wherever it felt like.

Duo backed away a bit when he felt Quatre’s hole contracting spasmodically under his touch, and he looked up to see how the beautiful blonde soared through his orgasm. Wufei’s hand was still on his cock, slick with the cream now, but slower than before, letting him know that he was enjoying the view as well.

And a very beautiful view it was.

Quatre’s cum was dripping from Trowa’s lips and chin, almost invitingly so, and before Trowa even got the chance to lick it off, Duo had swooped in and kissed him, taking every trace of Quatre’s essence along.

“Hmm… sweet,” he murmured, licking his lips and smiling at Trowa.

The great Heero Yuy was sobbing again. Cries of misery and plaintive hiccups of abandon. At least his mind was. His mouth rather, was throwing threats and insults around. Yep, he believed he had reached the ultimate level of horniness now.

“Hey, you bunch of idiots! You think this is fun, huh? Having your own little way while I’m lying here handcuffed to the headboard!? I swear, if someone doesn’t uncuff me right this instant then I fear the consequences won’t be pretty!!” Perhaps it was the pain of jealousy slashing at his heart, to see his beloved in an erotic ensemble with his three best friends, or perhaps it was rather the definite sting of being left on the outside. He decided it must’ve been the last one. His cock ached, his loins burned. During the whole event, he had been writhing on the bed, moaning out his desires, thrusting his hips against nothing but thin air, but never letting his eyes leave the scene. He had valiantly fought the battle to not let himself be carried away with this, but was defeated with a pathetic ease once Duo knelt behind Quatre and started rimming him.

Duo chuckled and gave Quatre a little tap on his left buttock by way of temporary good bye. He laughed out loud when the little blonde gave a small yelp, resting in Trowa’s arms. After his orgasm, he had sunk to his knees and become very sensitive to any form of stimulation. Heero’s tirade only made him laugh harder. He got up and advanced towards the bed with sultry, provocative swings of his hips. Seeing Heero’s current state, tied up and extremely vulnerable, he though his lover was hardly in the position to make such threats, and so he would play, just a while longer.

Punish.

Punish his naughty little cum slut.

“What is it, Hee-chan?” Duo smirked, stalking over to his boyfriend. “Are you jealous? Do you want to have some fun with Quatre too?”

Heero didn’t speak, but had just established the deadliest of glares.

Duo lowered his head, letting his lips ghost just out of reach of Heero’s wanton lips. “Quatre tastes good.” He laughed, softly and breathily, staring into Heero’s eyes. “You should try him.”

It was piteous, really. Heero was already at the point of gargling. “Eh?” His mouth opened almost of its own volition when Duo gently pulled his chin down with his thumb. A tongue, long, hot and tasty, pressed against his own, and he could indeed taste a hint of Quatre’s semen.

Duo let his tongue explore Heero’s mouth with a deliberate slowness, letting him taste as much of Quatre as possible, while he pushed Heero’s legs open with his knees. It spite of Heero’s stubborn behavior, his legs parted remarkably easy. He wanted to keep on kissing Heero for ever, his lips were so warm and soft, his mouth so hot and tasty. But his lungs screamed for oxygen, and so he stopped.

Heero lay gulping for air as well. For a moment there, he thought Duo was actually trying to push his lips through his face and literally shove his tongue down his throat. “You’re right,” he panted. “I have to admit that Quatre does have tasty swimmers.” Or was it just Duo himself that tasted so damn fine?

Duo smiled at that, and Heero smiled back.

“But I still hate you for leaving me here, all tied up.”

Now, he shouldn’t have said that and the horny devil knew it. “You hate me, do you?” Duo murmured, wickedly.

“Uhu,” Heero nodded. He knew he was provoking Duo again. But that’s just what he wanted.

“Then maybe I will have to punish you for that?”

Oh yeah, punish me, baby! Heero’s mind sang subconsciously. “You think?”

“Yes. Punish you very *hard*!” Duo timed the last word with a vicious thrust of his pelvis against Heero’s groin, and he laughed at Heero’s plaintive yell and the jerk of his hands in their plush cuffs.

“Who am I, Hee-chan?” Duo said in that low, husky voice that could make Heero shudder.

But Heero was too confused for any physical reaction other than frowning suspiciously at the moment. “Who are you? What the fuck kind of question is that?” he snapped.

Duo decided to let this little insolence pass by. Things would get so much more amusing. He tutted and gently shook his head. “Don’t ask questions, Hee-chan. Just answer me. Who am I?”

Heero shook his shoulders in some form of shrugging. “Duo,” he said, self-evidently and immediately saw a flicker in Duo’s eyes that he wasn’t sure he liked. He also wasn’t sure if he liked him for raising his legs, exposing his ass.

“Wrong answer,” Duo growled, and proceeded by spanking Heero on the right cheek, quick and short, but hard enough.

“Ah! Duo! What are you doing?!” Heero yelped, his eyes flying open in surprise.

“Who am I, Heero?”

What the hell is that idiot getting at? Heero wondered. “D-Duo. Duo Maxwell.”

Another tap. Another yelp. “Try again.”

Heero didn’t recognize the look in Duo’s eyes, the slight curling of his upper lip into a primitive, pure sexual grin, didn’t know it was the same look from in the bathtub just a while ago. But he did start to recognize the tone in his voice.

“M… master?” he whispered carefully, fearing more spanking. He started when Duo suddenly clapped his hands, slowly, almost victoriously.

“*That’s* the word I wanted to hear. Good boy, Hee-chan.”

Heero swallowed. This wasn’t over yet, he knew it, he saw it. Duo still had something up his sleeve.

“From now on, you will call me master.”

“Y-yes, master,” Heero nodded. Maybe it was pathetic to give in so soon. But over the last hour, he had come to find out that complete submission was the key to ultimate pleasure and so he decided to throw all his principles out of the proverbial window, and do just that; submit to Duo; and if he had to, those three other sex crazed idiots too that were staring at them.

At least they were damn sexy idiots.

His eyes raked over Duo, hungry in spite of his slavery state. He was so beautiful, such perfection. Strong, young chest muscles under a skin of shining ivory. Supple arms, hands with the capability of sweet torture. Long, powerful legs that held the evidence of occasional work outs. All topped off with a waft of the bath foam he’d used and he knew at that moment that it wasn't only fantasies that were perfect.

Let’s not talk about the hair for the moment.

He’d never dreamt it possible to someday feel that soft skin under his fingertips, hold that strong body in his arms…

Have his smoldering cock between his legs.

Duo contemplated if he should start what he was planning. He could make this a lot more fun. Rumor said that Trowa and Quatre did bondage, right? And rumors were right, so Trowa had said.

“Hey guys,” he said, turning his head. He almost had to laugh at the enthralled expression on the faces of the three boys. “Do you have any ropes?”

“Ropes?!” Heero yelled.

Quatre blinked. He realized that his mouth was hanging open, and he quickly shut it. He also realized that he had started stroking Trowa’s cock, Trowa was jerking him off, and from the corner of his eye he noticed Wufei humping up against Trowa’s backside.

“Rope? Why, of course we have rope. Trowa’s a bondage freak,” he chuckled.

“Trowa? Really?” Duo frowned, feigning surprise.

“Oh yeah. Seeing me tied up and defenseless makes him all hot and worked up.”

“Shut up. Quatre’s a cum addict,” Trowa grumbled in his defense.

“Quatre? Why you don't say.” This time Duo was really surprised.

“You wouldn’t believe it,” Trowa nodded, walking over to the closet and opening it. “He’s addicted to cum. He says it’s the best thing in the world.”

“But it’s a good addiction.” Quatre grinned and followed his boyfriend, settling behind him as Trowa kneeled to get the ropes, and gently nudged the head of his cock between Trowa’s cheeks. “A very pleasurable one, right Trowa?”

Trowa purred with the attention of his little friend. This position made him very reluctant to get up again. “Yes, it is, little one. Here, will you take Duo these ropes?”

“Okay,” Quatre chirped, straightening. When he turned again, he saw that Wufei had joined Heero and Duo on the bed, handing Duo the tube of cream and applying a bit to his own cock too. He heard Duo saying something about “He will need it,” and could only guess what he had in mind for the poor boy.

“Here you go, Duo,” he said with a sunny face, sitting himself next to Duo on the bed.

Duo made short work of massaging the cream into Heero’s cock, much to Heero’s disappointment, and eagerly took the ropes. “Thanks Quat. Wanna help?”

“Sure.”

“Duo, what are you?… Stop that!! Quatre!” Heero hollered when ropes were wound around his knees. “I swear, if I get out of this I will strangle you with my own bare hands, both of you!”

“Hee-chan, you be a good boy now, otherwise I will have to get the chastity belt and there will be no more fun for you,” Duo sang, ignoring any further threats and carelessly continuing with tying the rope to the headboard. He heard a soft chuckle from Quatre at his right. “And call me master.”

“You have a chastity belt?” Trowa asked, joining them on the bed, a box in his lap.

“Well, sometimes I like the idea of me being the only one who has… ehm… access to him,” Duo explained, interested in the box, but not paying attention to it for now.

“Eh Duo, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but right now we *all* have access to him.”

“I said sometimes.”

It unnerved Heero to no end that they were talking about him like he was an object, a big, giant, living toy himself, something they could use and exploit. And yet he could do nothing about it, except for coming up with more vicious threats and louder shouts, which of course were ignored, by all of them.

Duo frowned when he saw Wufei studying the tube of cream. Really now, there was Heero, spread open and ready to be abused, and the tube was all he was interested in? “Something wrong, Wuffles?”

“Yeah, I was wondering. Once this cream is applied… Can you still give head? I mean, it won’t lose its effect?”

“No, don’t worry. It’s not toxic and you only have to give it a few minutes to penetrate the skin. Afterwards, you’re free to do whatever you want,” Duo smiled.

“How do you even know that stuff works?!” Heero snarled, the words spat out venomously.

It only took a glance from Duo to Quatre’s cock to prove his point. “If it doesn’t, then little Quatre has a remarkably short recovery time.” His wittiness was answered with icy stabs of Heero’s blue eyes, and he sighed. “You feel humiliated, don’t you, Hee-chan?”

“Oh, smartass, aren’t we!” Heero sneered. “Of course I feel humiliated. Look at me! I’m tied up, and you’re practically inviting everyone to ‘sample’ me! This isn’t what sex is all about, Duo. It’s about two people who care about each other and want to share something intimate.”

“Look Heero, I know that. But we’re not here for a moral lesson. We’re here to have fun, amongst friends. It’s not our purpose to humiliate you. Or maybe it is, because that turns us on. But we’re not gonna make fun of you, Hee-chan, I promise. Right now it’s you who’s tied up, but in a moment it might be me. Our bout in the bathtub was mind blowing, but there is so much more to discover, Hee-chan.” Duo leaned over and gently kissed Heero on the lips. “You’re still so deliciously novice when it comes to carnal pleasure.”

Heero tore his eyes away from Duo’s face and he looked at the others. Duo was right, they weren’t looking like they were making fun of him. If anything, they were solely thanking every heavenly creature for his beauty.

And thanking Duo for coming up with the idea of tying him up like this, undoubtedly.

Their eyes were hungry, burning with desire and he was the one making them look like this.

The icy stabs were thawing. Damn persuasive that boy could be. “You’re equally as inexperienced as I am, you know,” Heero murmured. Yeah. Why not, eh? Why not do this? After all, who was he kidding here? Didn’t he like the idea of being at someone else’s mercy? It might in fact turn into something very ‘fun’, as Duo would say. If only he got to do some torturing too in return.

“That might be,” Duo grinned. “But I have more toys; and I intend to use them all.” He sat back now, that ominous glint back in his eyes. “On you.”

Heero was acutely aware of the lack of saliva in his mouth and a significant increase of his heartbeat. He might’ve been gargling something too. However, he quickly regained his control and strove to assume the role of provocative whore.

“So, are you gonna fuck me now… Master?” Heero asked with a sultry voice. A role in which he seemed to succeed brilliantly if the gleeful leap of Duo’s cock and Quatre’s soft whimper were any indication.

Duo saw the challenge in Heero’s eyes and was all too eager to accept it. “You’d like that, huh?” he grinned. Of course he would like it. He craved it. But he wouldn’t do it quite yet.

Heero watched how Duo settled, sitting on his knees in front of his very exposed ass, positioning himself for whatever mischief he was going to get up to, and felt something snap inside. “Wait!” he pleaded.

Duo seriously had to fight the urge to stop himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance. Patience was essential here and he didn’t have very much of that! “What’s wrong, love,” he said, his voice as smooth as he could get it.

“First say you love me.”

There was a slightly strangled sound coming from Quatre. “That’s so sweet!” the little blonde cried. “What are you waiting for, Duo! Say you love him!” he said with an unceremonial push to Duo’s back.

“There is no need to push me like that!” Duo jibbed, falling forward onto Heero. He scrambled up again, bringing his eyes level with Heero's, then smiled. “I love you, Heero Yuy. With all my heart. I’m yours, forever I belong to you,” he whispered, kissing him sweetly.

“Are you turning soft on me, Duo?”

Wait, was he mocking him now? If he was, he would regret it. “Oh, am I?” he growled, and took the base of his cock - his *hard* cock, guiding the tip under Heero’s balls and then he started poking, slicking the skin with his precum that had started flowing sumptuously, wanting to see - hear - Heero like this.

“Oh god!” Heero gasped, throwing his head back. Damn, that felt good! But he was poking at the wrong place!

“What do you want, Hee-chan?”

“Lower…”

“What Hee-chan?”

Heero’s head jerked forward again and he felt his fingers curling around the chains of his hand cuffs. Too - fucking - *good*! his mind panted. Now Duo had started circling the tip of his penis against the underside of his balls. “Go… lower,” Heero complained with a broken groan, and he raised his hips - or so tried to - in a fruitless attempt to draw Duo’s cock to his waiting entrance.

“You want me to go lower?”

“Yeah.”

“Why would I want to go lower?” Duo murmured, while ever so slowly drawing his cock along the pink skin under Heero’s balls, but returning just before he reached the flexing hole. His movements were almost leisurely. Fuck, he had finally discovered his favorite pass-time. Pity it had taken him so long, though. “What do I have to do there?”

*Oooh*, if only Heero wasn’t wearing handcuffs! “Fuck me.”

Oh fucking Christ! Duo believed that his subconscious self had just shot his load. “Fuck you?”

“Yes!” Heero nodded desperately, his eyes closed in pleasure, hips urgently rocking against the teasing tip of Duo’s cock.

“You want me to screw you?”

“Yes! Screw me, master,” Heero whimpered.

“I wanna hear you scream it, Heero.”

“Ah… master…”

“*Scream* it, Heero!” Duo ordered.

“Screw me, master!”

“Louder!”

“SCREW ME, MASTER!!”

Duo noticed something flying through the air at the left of him, and he heard a suspiciously satisfactory sound too. The flying stuff had been cum, the sound a groan and both were Wufei’s doing. He chuckled. Oh, this was simply priceless. And he was just getting started.

A tiny, yet deceptively shrill voice, shrieking in Heero’s head informed him that there was no more stimulation coming from Duo. He abruptly stopped his shouting of “Yes, master. More, master,” and snapped his eyes open. To his rapidly growing dismay, he saw that Duo was just sitting back and grinning at him. “Du-master! Why did you stop?”

Duo chuckled again, though there was a hint of malice in his voice this time. “You have been a very good cum slut, Heero.”

“Then why…”

“But you didn’t say please.”

Heero could’ve cried. He believed that he was already doing that. “Please! Please, master!” he tried desperately. His cock oozed precum, as if pleading along with him, he felt it dribbling out of the slit.

But Duo stayed relentless. “Quatre,” he said, holding Heero’s imploring eyes with his own.

Silence.

Except for some wet, sloppy noises at his right and happy purring... and Heero’s constant whining of course.

“Quatre?” he said, turning his head and spontaneously moaning. Quatre seemed a little occupied. With most interesting things. He was nibbling around Trowa’s ear, his hand enthusiastically fondling Trowa’s groin, while pushing his cock repeatedly against Trowa’s hip.

“Quatre,” Duo growled. “Get your tongue out of Trowa’s ear and get over here. I want you to lick Heero’s balls.”

It was only with great effort that Quatre managed to haul his mind back to the here and now. Duo wanted him to do what?

“What Duo?”

“You heard me,” Duo said, making a gesture towards Heero with his head. “Lick him.”

Duo’s authoritative demeanor was astounding, Quatre found. But wait. It wouldn’t stay that way. Things would soon make a drastic u-turn. But not yet. Coz this, this ought to be fun. Extremely fun.

He pulled away from the confident warmth of Trowa’s body and shifted so he was right next to Duo. “You’re one kinky demon, Maxwell,” he murmured in his ear.

Quatre’s angel breath on his hot skin made Duo shiver. “Kinky doesn’t even come close,” he said, and pushed the brilliant blonde head down. “Now go. I know you want to.”

Oh, did he want to. The descent of his head was accompanied with impish sparkles of his ocean blue eyes towards Heero, and a very uncanny grin. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, heard Heero moaning in anticipation.

“Quatre!”

Heero felt shudders running through him as Duo pushed Quatre’s head down. He moaned for the pleasure to come and let his eyes fall shut, awaiting the soft touch of Quatre’s tongue on his balls.

Unnervingly, it didn’t come.

“Quatre!”

Quatre’s head swiveled to the right.

“Use this,” Trowa said.

Quatre saw Trowa passing a white jar and a feather to him and he took it with a purely evil smile that made Heero feel positively uncomfortable.

It had come from Trowa’s box. All of a sudden seemed of vital importance to Duo to know what else was in that box. He shuffled over to Trowa and bowed over the box with that typical Maxwell inquisitiveness. “What’s in the box, Tro?” he said.

“Yeah, what’s in there, Trowa?” Wufei asked, his interest also piqued.

But Trowa quickly drew the box towards himself, protectively laying a hand over the lid. “Are you sure you wanna know?”

“Of course,” Duo shrugged.

“W-why? Why are you being so mysterious about it, Trowa?” Wufei stuttered.

Trowa leaned a bit closer and narrowed his eyes, like he was about to tell some spooky story. Which he was. Kinda. “Well, maybe it’s like the box of Pandora,” he said with a muted voice.

Duo frowned. “The box of panda who?”

“Yeah Trowa, the box of panda who?” Quatre said suspiciously, pausing in his actions of coating the feather in the powder from the jar. It was just a box of toys.

“Don’t you know the story of Pandora?”

Three breathless heads shook a no.

“Well, a long time ago, there was a woman named Pandora. She was assigned to guard a box. It was a very mysterious box, and so her curiosity was roused. She thought something very beautiful was inside, and she wanted to see what it was and so her greed took over, and throwing all caution to the winds, she opened the box. However!”

All three jumped at the sudden exclamation.

“However, the box didn’t contain something beautiful, on the contrary. Once it was opened, it unleashed all forms of suffering and mayhem, raining down on the unfortunate soul who had yielded to its temptation; namely Pandora.”

The silence was shocking. The only thing audible was Heero’s hard, labored breathing. They were simply hanging on Trowa’s every word, marveling at his intellect.

“Wow, that was a cool story,” Duo finally said. “But what does it have to do with your box?”

“Don’t you get it, you retard?” Wufei yapped. “If you’re too eager to know what’s inside the box, then crappy stuff will happen to you.”

“Yes, Duo,” Quatre agreed. “If you don’t want to undergo the same fate as Pandora, then you have to keep your paws off it.”

“So the box can only be opened by its rightful owner then?”

“Exactly,” Trowa nodded.

“Otherwise I’ll have to face ‘the wrath of the box’?” Duo added theatrically.

“Uhu,” Quatre grinned. He, evidently, knew what was in the box.

“I’m willing to take that risk.” He reached for the wretched box, determined to snag it from Trowa’s possessive hands and it was then that Heero’s frustrated shout permeated the air.

Forgotten again! “Hey!” Heero yelled. “What does a person have to do here to get a bit of attention, other than being splayed open like a rabbit ready for dissection?!”

Quatre turned his head back to the naked beauty displayed in front of them with a guilty expression and lifted the feather out of the jar. “Sorry,” he murmured with a sheepish grin. “I promise to make it up to you, kay?” He lowered the feather and brushed it over Heero’s darkened balls, leaving behind the powder that had stuck to the feather. Then he dipped his head and laved the wrinkled skin with strong and firm licks, making sure he swept every sugary particle along.

The verbal abuse of certain religious terms rolled out of Heero’s throat in rapid succession. More powder was applied, lower this time and Heero felt the feather tickling around his entrance. Quatre’s tongue followed, again, cleaning his heated skin with gusto, and accordingly, more profanities were sent through the air. He pulled hard at the chains of his cuffs when Quatre’s tongue tried to pry his entrance open, and pulled again when Quatre gently pushed inside, making the headboard shake.

Duo gaped at them, definitely drooling and panting lightly. “Trowa, I hope that headboard’s made of solid steel.”

“Uhu,” Trowa nodded, equally as mesmerized. “It is.”

“Good.”

“Speaking of solid steel,” Wufei said, staring significantly at Heero’s cock, and crawled over to it. It looked so lonely on his stomach. So very tempting. Too tempting. He grabbed it and moved his hand up and down.

This brought a very interesting idea to Trowa’s head. His hand dove into the box, rummaged around a bit, then came back out with a small foil package. “Duo, maybe you’d care to try this on him?” he said, offering Duo the package.

Duo, with some reluctance, looked at the object in Trowa’s hand, and raised confused eyes. “A condom? Why? We’re all negative, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Trowa nodded. “But it’s not a regular one, it's flavored.”

Duo’s face brightened up at this little detail. “Cool! I’ve never tried that. Kinda hard to suck myself off, eh. By the way, that powder. Very fascinating,” he said, while taking the condom from Trowa’s hand and ripping the foil open. “Where did you get it?”

“The Internet,” Trowa shrugged as a matter of course.

“Really? I’ve already visited lots of sites, but I’ve never come across that.”

“It’s in the edible section. You should check it out sometimes. It’s a hoot.”

“Really?”

“Hey ladies!” Wufei interrupted their chattering. “Rather check *this* out.”

They followed Wufei’s eyes and noticed several things. One of them was that Quatre was still joyfully poking his tongue in and out of Heero, and that Wufei was still fiercely sliding his hand up and down Heero’s cock. More interesting however, was the tone of Heero’s voice, high, loud and very erotic, the spasmodically clawing of his fingers against his chains, the tensing of his thighs, the curling of his toes. He was on the very brink of orgasm.

“No no no!” Duo yelled. “Not yet!”

Heero liked to believe sometimes that he had complete control over himself. His body, his reactions, his hormones. Even while having sex.

Bullshit, of course.

His body jerked, his hands strained against the - fortunately - plush cuffs; he was sweating, felt extremely hot with no water around to cool him down this time. The alternatively soft and then piercing tongue of Quatre and the fantastically stroking hand of Wufei brought him to the edge of heaven, making him swear each time, encouraging the next.

“Aahnn, Wufei. Don’t stop!” he cried, rather plaintively. “So good… Quatre! Qua… Qua-ah… ah! Ah!” He felt that burning tidal wave coming up again, waiting for that last spark to consume him. “Go on! Go *on*!”

But his pestering boyfriend wouldn’t allow that. He brutally pushed the two boys away and elbowed his way in between them.

Everything was suddenly gone again, and Heero could not have repeated the blasphemies he uttered at that moment. His hands were itching to grab something, preferably someone’s throat and then he would squeeze so *hard*! Now who…?

“Duo!” three frustrated voices complained.

“You’re such a sport spoil, Maxwell!” Wufei yelled.

“Yeah, he was about to come!” Trowa added.

“I thought it couldn’t do any harm with that cream we used!” Quatre groused.

“I know Quat. But, my horny little friends,” Duo said with an air. “It’s gonna get a lot more amusing.”

“More amusing?” Quatre enthused, clapping his hands together in delight. “What are you gonna do?” But he needed no answer. While he was speaking, he had already smelt the faint, slightly artificial perfume of passion fruit. He knew that aroma very well. “Wait, you’re gonna…?” He grappled for Duo’s hands, and his face brightened up as he saw the yellowish rubber in Duo’s palm. “Oh, brilliant!” he cried. “Put it on, quickly.”

Trowa had to smile at his lover’s almost childlike, enthusiasm. “You see, little one, if Heero would’ve come, his cock would still be erect,yes, but way too sensitive for this.” He’d just come to realize that himself. He’d only gotten carried away a bit just now.

“Uhu, uhu,” Quatre nodded impatiently, watching how Heero bit his lower lip while Duo carefully rolled the condom over his cock. His eyes then drifted to Duo. The pure animalistic look in his eyes made him shiver. He watched him shaking his head to flick some hair out of his eyes, and then go down between Heero’s legs with a promising grin.

Duo smiled as the fruity taste of the condom hit his taste buds - and the satisfactory cry of his lover hit his ears. It was good, albeit a bit artificial. He raised his eyes, and saw Heero with his neck arched back beautifully. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Trowa crawling closer. They briefly exchanged lusty gazes, and in some sort of unspoken agreement, Trowa sat next to Heero’s head and thrust his tongue into Heero’s wide open mouth, silencing his screams with urgent kisses. Wufei followed his example and crawled up to Heero’s chest, flicking a hot, soft tongue over Heero’s pert nipple, then sucking it, and biting softly.

Quatre felt a bit forlorn now that he could no longer lick Heero’s, admittedly exquisite ass. There wasn’t enough room for his head anymore. There was, however, just enough space to sneak his hand in between. He sucked a few of his fingers and, wriggling them past Duo’s chest, searched for Heero’s sweet portal. A sudden squeal let him know that he’d found it.

Heero couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He couldn’t believe that one silly vibrator had brought upon all *this*. He might’ve dreamt about it, he might’ve fantasized about it, might’ve seen it painted out in front of him against the nightly air, many times, while he was fucking himself. But no dream, no fantasy could’ve prepared him for what he experienced now. He was being spoiled mercilessly from every side, barely registering the ceasing of Duo’s sucking and only opening heavy lidded eyes when he heard Duo yelling for god knows what reason this time.

Duo enjoyed the burning feel of Heero’s cock in his mouth, liked to experiment what he could do with it, how deep he could take him. He enjoyed the taste of the condom. Although he could swear that the more he sucked, the less he tasted, and for a moment he even thought it was Heero’s actual cock he tasted. No wait, it really *was* Heero’s cock. He lifted his head for further investigation, and his eyes widened.

What the…

“Oh my god…” he said, staring most stupidly at Heero’s cock.

Quatre decided that the tone of Duo’s voice had been disturbing enough to drag his eyes away from Heero’s lovely contorted face and he looked at him. “What is it, Duo?”

“Oh my *fucking* god!”

Quatre followed Duo’s eyes to Heero’s cock, and promptly started laughing. He understood what Duo must’ve been thinking.

“I have a piece of condom in my stomach!” Duo wailed dramatically, almost comically. But he was dead serious! The top part of the condom, the part that covered the head of Heero’s cock, was gone, just gone, and that was definitely alarming to Duo. Had he really sucked *that* hard?

Trowa too was alerted by the racket that something was wrong. Oh, that’s right. He probably should’ve told Duo that it was an edible condom he'd given him. He left Quatre to explain it though, and enthusiastically resumed the devouring of Heero’s mouth, which was accepted eagerly.

Quatre laughed again, a delightfully boyish sound. “Don’t worry, Duo. It’s made for that.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. When you suck it, it melts, like candy,” Quatre shrugged, and reached inside of the box to retrieve the package. He could do that. He was a co-owner. “See?” he said, pushing the package in front of Duo’s face.
Duo blinked for a moment, as the flat, rectangular box was pushed really close in front of him, and bright blue letters saying ‘edible condoms’ grinned back at him. “Oh,” he said slowly. “Interesting.”

Beaming, Quatre put the package back in the box and put it to his right, next to Duo’s pile of toys. It was then that he noticed something very… intriguing. He picked it up and studied it. It was obviously made for anal penetration, crafted from soft, cream colored rubber. But it was the shape in particular that had drawn Quatre’s attention. The shaft ended in a tip, and had a spiraling relief on it. The handle was shaped like the head of a screw.

It was a giant screw.

“Duo?” he said, turning towards him with the toy in his hands. “Can we use this?”

Duo had already gone back to suckling the side of Heero’s cock, gently feeling the condom melt under his tongue. Really very amusing. He glanced to the side when he heard Quatre’s voice, then spun completely around when he saw what Quatre was offering him. His eyes were glued to the toy, he stared at it almost breathlessly. God, he had so many toys that sometimes he forgot what kind of gems were amongst them. This he had bought on impulse. Had opened it, laughed about it, but had actually never used it, and so it had been completely forgotten.

Leave it to Quatre to find it.

“Yes Quatre, that’s a very good idea,” Duo said with a husky voice. He plucked it from Quatre’s hands, eyes misting over, already imagining how the slim, ribbed shaft would disappear into Heero’s depths.

“Hey Heero!”

Heero looked at him, once Trowa gave him the space to do so and his stomach gave a slight lurch at the demonic grin Duo was giving him. Oh, now what?!

“Do you still want me to screw you?”

Heero just nodded, his lips having become quite numb. Wufei was still nursing on his chest and he whimpered as Wufei’s teeth grazed over his sensitive nipple.

“Very well,” Duo smirked, and lubed up the toy.

“Wh… what are… you gonna do?” Heero mumbled. He could see Duo was doing something, but he couldn’t make out what.

Heero’s wary face truly was a joy to watch. His lips so nicely swollen, mouth so fiercely panting, eyes slightly moist with desperate little tears, and it was all *his*.

“What am I gonna do?” Duo repeated Heero’s questioned, the words rolling off his tongue lasciviously. He pushed Wufei’s head to the side, and leaned over, up close against Heero. “Why, screw you, Hee-chan.” He slowly waved the toy in front of Heero’s eyes. “Literally.”

Heero could no longer hear the shrieking of his mind. Maybe it had fainted. Maybe he would do that too. He wondered how it hadn’t already happened. Surely, it was impossible that there was still enough blood in his head. It had all raced to a much happier place, down between his legs.

Grinning, Duo reached down and pulled one of Heero’s cheeks to the side, Quatre pulling the other one and so spread Heero to the maximum. He rubbed the rubber screw over Heero’s entrance, playing a bit at first and they both smiled at each other as the hole contracted, shutting the alien object out.

“Come on, hot stuff. You’ve already had me, surely you can take this now,” Duo murmured, more to Heero’s butt than to Heero himself.

It all took a bit too long for Heero’s liking. He was growing tired of all the fooling around. His cock ached, his balls too, his entrance craved for penetration. He didn’t care if it would hurt, he only wanted to feel that toy, or hell *anything* inside his ass.

“Please, master. I beg of you. Do it…” He whispered harshly.

Duo felt his cock giving another twitch. There truly was no nicer sound than to hear Heero pleading like this.

“You want this, don’t you?” he grinned.

“Yes. So bad,” Heero moaned, looking at his lover through sensually lidded eyes. “Please, master. Shove it up my ass. Do it now… Aah!” Heero’s eyes clamped shut and his head whipped back when Duo complied - finally. The lube felt cold against his heated skin, and the relief made it very special. “Fuck yesss…” he hissed.

Duo and Quatre’s eyes were riveted to the toy slowly disappearing inside Heero. Quatre moaned slightly and briefly wondered what that steamy sensation at the back of his neck was. Then he realized that it was Trowa’s breath. Wufei too had shifted, so he could peer over Duo’s shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s it. All the way in,” Duo growled, waiting a bit so Heero could adjust. “That good, Hee-chan?”

“Uhu,” Heero nodded, eyes still closed in concentration.

“Can I move it?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Duo. Screw me with that toy. Hard!”

“Yeah, hard?”

“Yes, master. Cum slut’s very horny. Cum slut wants to cum so badly.” True of course, otherwise he wouldn’t say all this crap. “Please master, I beg of you. Hurry!”

“Oh, dear god,” Trowa breathed, giving himself a few quick strokes, he and Duo being the only two who hadn’t come yet.

Duo could take no more. He pulled the toy out and thrust it back in, hard, then again, and again, the soft, spiraling edges scraping against Heero’s inner walls. Where had Heero learned such dirty talk?

“Aahn! Yes! That’s good, master!” Heero cried. He cracked his eyes open, and looked at Trowa, running his tongue invitingly over his upper lip.

Trowa took the invitation with glee, and covered Heero’s mouth with his own. One hand disappeared between his legs to fondle himself, the other one pinched and twisted at Heero’s painfully erect nipple.

Heero moaned into Trowa’s mouth. His lips were hot on his. He wondered what he had done to deserve this. But whatever it was, he would do it again. Then there was someone’s mouth on his other nipple. And teeth, scraping the last bits of passion fruit condom off his cock, and a hand still pumping the screw in and out of him, and he wondered if maybe it was Quatre doing that, for the movements were way too fluent for Duo to do two things at the same time. Then he felt that same hand pushing at the right angle to strike his prostate, and all wonderings were promptly forgotten.

He wrenched his head away from Trowa and screamed, wildly shaking his head as attacking his sweet spot was Quatre’s sole purpose from now on and he found himself making noises he had never made before in all his years of masturbating. “Can’t hold it… any longer!” he yelled.

“Then let it go, Heero,” Trowa softly encouraged him. “Let it go. Come for us. Let us see you coming.”

Heero opened his mouth wide in a happy, almost victorious scream and his cock sang a hurray as the shock of his orgasm hit him and his body went rigid. The seed his balls had been saving all this time raced through his cock and found a welcome home in Duo’s mouth.

“Hey hey! I want some too!” Quatre complained as Duo drank greedily from Heero’s cock. Quatre pushed him aside and licked off the remaining drops.

“Mmm, man! Heero, you taste good,” Duo said, licking his lips like a cat after its milk.

Trowa had grabbed Heero’s head and softly kissed him, reveling in the hot panting against his moist lips.

“I do?” Heero murmured against Trowa’s mouth, still half floating on the last waves of the most mind blowing orgasm. “But… that stuff comes out of my cock. How can it taste good?”

“What the fuck are you fussing about?” Duo asked, like the question was totally ridiculous. “It’s from you and it’s me who caused it. Of course it tastes good.”

“Oh… Okay,” Heero sighed, and willingly surrendered to the mercy of Trowa’s lips and tongue again. His body relaxed, and the muscles in his legs made themselves known. “Aw… my legs… They hurt,” he whined, squirming slightly and tugging at his cuffs.

“I know, they must be killing you,” Quatre said, like he knew what he was talking about. “Wait, I’ll untie you.” He crawled up to the headboard and started plucking at the knot, motioning for Trowa to do the same. When Trowa had freed Heero’s one leg and his hands, Quatre was still puzzling over at his own side. “Dammit Duo, why did you have to make this so intricate?” he cursed.

“Wait, I’ll help you,” Trowa offered, leaning over Heero’s head to assist his lover.

Heero sighed with relief as the circulation in his one leg could run freely again. His leg was sleeping and at first the weird hot/cold sensation of coming back to life streamed through, but afterwards would come the prickling, and he knew he didn’t like that.

Strong, yet gentle hands started to massage his leg, and he groaned, as the prickling was indeed torturous. Looking up, he saw Wufei warmly smiling back at him, and he smiled back in gratitude.

Looking left, he saw Trowa’s cock.

Trowa was still crouched over Heero. His fingers were still patiently clawing at the knot, when he suddenly felt something, and he moaned.

“Trowa?” Quatre questioned. Trowa’s face was smiling, blissfully, and looking down, Quatre saw why.

“God, Heero,” he breathed. The knot had loosened a lot with Trowa’s help, and he quickly pulled it free completely, allowing Heero to unfold his other leg too. But he didn’t sigh with relief this time, as his mouth was much too occupied.

“Gods, Heero,” Wufei echoed Quatre from between Heero’s spread legs, eyes glued to the image of Trowa’s cock repeatedly shoving in and out of Heero’s willing mouth.

Trowa knew this wouldn’t take long. Past activities had been very stimulating, to put it mildly and he wanted to come. A hand grabbed his, and through blurry eyes he saw Quatre drawing his finger to his mouth. He sucked them, bathing them thickly with saliva, then pushed them down.

“Finger yourself, Trowa,” he whispered.

Trowa smiled around a pleasant moan, and did as he was told. He reached behind and carefully breached his entrance, hissing as he pushed two fingers in.

Quatre grinned with satisfaction, lowering his eyes to where Heero was greedily sucking, then up again to the fine lines of ecstasy etched on Trowa’s delicate face.

“Oh… yes,” Trowa moaned. “Suck me, Heero. So good…” His hips rocked, almost aggressively violating Heero's mouth, while behind, his fingers had found his prostate and were massaging it so heavenly. “Ah… Coming! Fuck! Oh yes! YES!!” With a final shout and a fatal thrust of his fingers, his body tensed, and he released into Heero’s mouth.

“Mmm… Duo was right,” Heero purred. “This stuff is pretty good.”

Quatre’s senses jolted to alert at the mention of Duo’s name. Trowa’s would’ve too if he wasn’t still recovering. He had expected some lewd and dirty encouragements from him, but only now did it come to him that nothing of the sort had been heard. Then what…?

The box. They had left the box unguarded!

He looked aside to see Duo happily ferreting through the box. “Duo!”

“Yes?” Duo smiled sweetly, looking at him with big, gleaming eyes.

Quatre rolled his eyes. Really now, if he wasn’t careful, he’d slip over the butter Duo was using to butter him up with. “Did you not hear what Trowa told you? No touching the box!”

“Well, of course I heard,” Duo snorted, a weird black latex object flapping in his one hand. “But this was sticking out of it.”

“Why you nosy prick! I don’t believe one word of that. It’s just…”

“Quatre.”

“What?!” Quatre snarled, realizing too late that it had been the voice of his own gentle lover. “What, Trowa?”

“Stop making such a big deal out of it. So what, he touched the box,” Trowa shrugged, still a bit wiped out but having enough wits again to play some dirty trick on Duo though.

“But Trowa…”

“So now he’s gonna have to bear the consequences.”

“Huh?” Duo blinked and at once saw Trowa in front of him. He had moved with an almost uncanny swiftness.

“I have not so festive news for you, Duo,” Trowa smirked, his eyes glittering. “Or maybe I do, it depends.” He was pleased to see a nervous frown appearing between Duo’s eyes, and he gestured with his head over to the end of the bed. “Go stand over there.”

“W-why?” Duo stuttered.

“Why, for your punishment, of course.” Trowa stood up from the bed and pulled a slightly struggling Duo along.

“Trowa, what do you mean?”

“You have opened the box, and I told you not to. Now you have to be punished,” Trowa explained. Then he leaned closer to murmur in Duo’s ear. “Stop resisting like this.” He plucked the latex toy from Duo’s hands and held it in front of his face. “We both know you want to.”

Duo felt his eyes growing wider and his cheeks flushing. He had no idea what the toy’s purpose was, although he had a hunch. It had two parts. The front, or so he assumed, were three rings on top of each other, but with small intersections. The other part was long and ribbed. A strap of latex connected the two.

And although he was more than eager to find out what wonders it could do, his cock was seriously starting to hurt.

“Trowa, you can’t seriously mean that…”

A hand took his chin and pulled his head to the side, gentle but firm. “Duo, honey,” Quatre said. “It’s very simple. You’re in our apartment, so *we’re* calling the shots.” His hand dropped to lightly grasp Duo’s cock, and Duo gasped. “And *when* you’re allowed to ‘shoot’.”

Duo made to protest again, fiercely, but the two boys hoisted him up and dragged him behind the bed. There, Trowa grabbed both Duo’s wrists and held them up, planting each against one of the bed posts. “Hold them like that,” he whispered. “Now spread your legs.”

“No.”

Trowa’s eyes narrowed. Disobedience would not me tolerated. “Spread them!” he snapped, and stressed his point with a sharp tap of his hand on Duo’s ass.

Duo squealed and winced at the stinging feel. He decided to throw his pride for the wolves and that it would be better to just give in. “Now what?” he said, rather irritated. “This’d better not take too long. My cock is hurting like hell, you know.”

“Oh, is that so?” Quatre said, sitting back on the bed, in front of Duo. “I can take care of that.” He reached forward and dragged his tongue along the underside of Duo’s penis, looking up to catch Trowa’s eyes, gazing over Duo’s shoulder.

Duo sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back at the contact. “Ohhh… Quatre…” he moaned.

Trowa’s lips curled in a smirk at the erotic view down there. He sucked his fingers and, without much ceremony, plunged them into Duo’s ass, and he laughed out loud as Duo screamed with pleasant surprise.

Heero watched with undivided attention, a staring Wufei right next to him. How delightful it was to see the tables turned, to see Duo as the squirming and crying victim now. His mouth was opened in lovely moans as Quatre sucked and Trowa finger fucked him, his hips bucking in feverish need. Quatre’s hand extracted from the sweating bodies, searching for the box and opening it by way of feel. He dragged out a white plastic jar. The label read “Body butter - sparkling lemon”. Heero grinned, amused. Oh, this would be good.

Quatre had found the body butter without so much as a glance. The jar felt familiar in his hand, a bit heavy too. Trowa had remembered to buy a new one. He let go of Duo’s cock with a soft scrape of the teeth and unscrewed the lid. Scooping up a good dollop, he wiped it on Duo’s chest and smeared it over.

Duo’s mind must’ve been somewhere far away. It was a landscape of neon bright colors against a pitch black sky where he heard himself moaning and heard heated panting behind him. Suddenly a waft of citrus hit his nose, and he was aware of something greasy being smeared out on him, quick and kinda vehement. He dragged his eyes open and looked down to see it was Quatre, a look of concentration and lust on his face.

“Duo… look at you,” he panted, grinning primitively. “You’re so dirty… such a naughty boy you are. Ah… so, so *dirty*. I’d better clean you up.”

“See, this is why I don’t allow him to do this too often,” Trowa murmured. His fingers had stilled. Quatre’s little show took most of his brain cells for now. “He turns into a sexual monster when he knows he’s being watched.”

“And that is bad why-? Aw! Quatre, watch what you’re doing!” Duo complained. The little devil had bit his nipple! Pretty hard.

“That’s why,” Trowa grinned. He pulled out of Duo and, sighing, he gently pushed his lover away. “Go, Quatre. Go play with Wufei and Heero,” he shooed his sweetheart.

“But I have to clean him up,” Quatre mumbled from somewhere around Duo’s groin area. “Very thoroughly.” He swirled his tongue around the base of Duo’s cock, then further over and around his balls.

Incoherent grumbles rolled out of Duo’s mouth, might’ve been a sentence.

“What was that, Duo?” Trowa asked.

“Just let him, Trowa! I haven’t come yet!”

“Of course not,” Trowa shrugged. “Otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment. Quatre!”

“Alright, I’ll go,” Quatre muttered, crawling over to where Heero and Wufei were very much enjoying the show.

“No! Quatre, come mmph…” Duo’s protest was cut off as something was pushed in his mouth. He could bite it, and it tasted sweet, and a bit sour. “What is that?”

“Don’t ask,” Trowa breathed. “Just swallow it. You’ll thank me later.”

Quatre sighed happily as he squirmed himself between his two gaping playthings, like he was on some kind of drug. He gave both a long and deep kiss before gluing himself against Heero.

“Heerrrroo,” he purred. “You’ve been such a good cum slut. That deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

At the mention of ‘reward”, Heero jumped up like a dog hearing the words ‘going for a walk’. A dog. Now, there was a comparison.

“A reward? What kind of reward?”

“Uhm… Let’s see,” Quatre said, squinting skywards in thoughts. “You like it when I lick your ass, don’t you?”

“Ooh, yes. I like that very much. But…” Heero looked aside to where Trowa was putting the black toy on Duo. The rings over his cock, the ribbed part up his hole. “I want to keep watching.”

“That’s okay. Look.” Quatre lay on his back. “Now you straddle my face, and you can still see them.”

“Oh Quatre!” Heero groaned, eyes wide with excitement. “Oh, you’re a genius, man,” and he promptly did what Quatre had proposed. He felt Quatre pushing his cheeks apart, and a butterfly, light flick of Quatre's wet tongue made him half laugh, half moan. “More Quatre, more! Oh, such a sweet tongue. Make it go in… Ah… Yes!” Heero’s head fell back in unadulterated bliss and he started bouncing up and down on Quatre’s tongue, his cock jutting out proudly from between his legs. He ran a hand down his stomach, his skin smooth and sweaty under his palm. Something was pressed against his fingers, tentatively, as if only offering to use it, and he saw that it was the jar of body butter, held by a strong, yellowish hand. He looked at Wufei’s deviantly smiling face and hasty gesture of the eyes towards Quatre’s torso, and smiling back, Heero dipped his hand in the jar and started rubbing it out over Quatre’s belly.

“Hmm… That’s nice,” Quatre purred.

“Hnn… Keep… licking, Quatre,” Heero panted.

“Okay.” But that was easier said than done when Heero moved his greasy hands lower and started rubbing the butter all through Quatre’s groin.

“Ah… Heero!” he groaned against Heero’s pucker.

Quatre’s gleaming cock and shining balls looked very appetizing to Wufei. He’d been happy to just watch, while he waited for the main course to arrive, but every main course had appetizers. He crawled between Quatre’s legs, and gently suckled the butter off Quatre’s length.

Duo probably was the proud possessor of the most fiercest testosterone ever known to mankind. It raced through his body now, all speeding towards one collective goal: Duo’s blood filled cock; where it was abruptly blocked by the restriction of a rubber ring. It was called “The Anal Invader with Cock Cage”.

“Please Trowa,” he groaned, eyeing the three on the bed with hunger. “I wanna join in. I wanna cum!”

“Soon, Duo. Patience.”

“I don’t have patience!”

“Well, you’re gonna have to,” Trowa smirked. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to punish you more.”

“Maybe I *wanna* be punished more.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. But next time, I promise.”

“There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Honey, there are gonna be as many times as you want.”

“Can I cum now?”

“No.”

Well, it was worth a shot.

“First you have to do something.”

“Oh, like earn my release?”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you want me to do, oh master Trowa?” Duo chuckled.

“Mm. First of all, do keep calling me that,” Trowa said as he reached inside the box for another toy. “You see Wufei’s ass?” he said, glancing at the honey globes of flesh presented in front of them.

“How could I not? It’s practically pressed into our faces.”

“I’m gonna shove this inside.” Trowa held up a black butt plug, some kind of soft rubber bulb connected to it via a thin tube. He scooped up a chunk of left over butter on Duo’s hipbone and used it as a lubricant. Then he reached forward and carefully started inserting it in Wufei’s entrance, delighting in the surprised gasp.

“Just relax, Wufei. I promise you’ll like it,” he reassured the Chinese. Once the butt plug was snugly in place, he took Duo’s right hand down from the bedpost and laid the bulb in the palm of his hand. “Careful. Don’t squeeze it.”

“What the hell is this?” Duo queried.

“Inside this bulb is a liquid. When you squeeze it, the liquid will come out at the tip of the butt plug, and it will shoot against Wufei’s prostate. But this only feels best when he’s about to come. Now, if you can assess that, and squeeze it at just the right moment, then I will let you go.”

“Right, I get it,” Duo nodded. “I can do that. Can’t be that hard.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Huh?”

“Heero!”

Heero looked up from where he was still happily rolling his hips against Quatre’s tongue. A black device was tossed his way, and it landed next to him on the bed. “What’s this?” he said, picking it up.

“It’s the remote control to Duo’s cock cage,” Trowa said, and stressed his point by taking Duo’s cock and waving a “hello” with it. “You’re free to make it go as hard as you want.”

“What?!” Duo protested. “Trowa, you fucking asshole!”

“*Master* Trowa!”

*smack*

“Ow! That was my ass!”

Aah, so this was his chance to take revenge! “Gee, thanks, Trowa,” Heero beamed, and promptly shoved the switch a few notches higher.

“Ah… Heero, don’t!” Duo yammered. He felt his fingers spasming threateningly around the bulb. A bit of liquid must’ve trickled out, coz for some reason, Wufei moaned.

Heero had not noticed Wufei’s relocation until he’d opened his eyes just now. He was tastily licking and sucking Quatre’s cock, even though the butter there had long since gone. Heero felt his mouth watering jealously, eager to have it filled with something. A cock, a tongue, it didn’t matter, as long as it was good. Sweet.

Like say, Wufei’s tongue.

He shifted on all fours, crawling towards Wufei, until his mouth was next to Wufei’s ear. “Hello, Wufei,” he said in a low, husky voice.

Wufei raised his head, his eyes glassy, his mouth wet, saliva dripping from the corners. His mind had been in a whirl, Quatre’s scent and the pungent aroma of the citrus intoxicating him. “Heero,” he said, panting slightly. His brain cells had only just started falling back into place when they were swept away anew as Heero pressed his mouth to his in a passionate kiss. His lips parted, allowing Heero’s tongue to thrust in, and he gladly lost himself in the fine art of tongue wrestling.

Quatre was purring softly while he was licking. Heero’s sweet crevice was soft, like ice cream, but it had the warmth of living flesh. The muscles of his entrance felt tight around the tip of his tongue while he sought out every wrinkle.

Suddenly Heero’s ass lifted, and his exquisite genitals rolled into view. A soft murmuring from two voices drifted from somewhere near Quatre’s groin, and he knew that Heero had engaged in a not so intelligent conversation with Wufei. Licking his lips, Quatre swiftly flicked his tongue over the crown of Heero’s cock, smiling as he felt Heero’s head jerking up.

“Hmm… Quatre,” Heero sighed in bliss. “Don’t you bite me there buddy, like you did to Duo’s nipple, coz I swear to god…”

“I won’t, Heero. Don’t worry,” Quatre chuckled.

“Good.” Heero smiled as Quatre’s lips enveloped the head of his cock tightly, and he thrust his Dick in Quatre’s mouth as far as the little blonde could handle; which was a lot. “Oh… Quatre…” A hand crept over his neck, and his head was jerked forward again, his lips taken into another bruising kiss.

Something was pressing against their chins, something hot and suspiciously wet. It was Quatre’s cock, envious of the attention and trying to push its way in between. Heero and Wufei parted and, looking down, they exchanged a wicked glance and nodded as in silent agreement. They lowered their heads, tilted them a bit to avoid any unpleasant collisions, and started repeatedly dragging their tongues up and down Quatre length in contradicted directions, Heero the upper side, Wufei the underside.

Heero whimpered as Quatre’s moans vibrated around his cock, and, subconsciously, his fingers slid a bit higher up the remote control of Duo’s cock cage. Dimly, he registered his boyfriend's rather loud complaints.

“I’m taking the balls,” Wufei breathed.

“Huh?” Heero said, looking past Quatre’s cock to where a pair of pitch black eyes were sparkling mischievously. “Why?”

“Because boys are like tomato soup,” Wufei smirked.

“What?”

“The balls are the best.”

Heero threw his head back, laughing, though no one seemed to give one flying fuck about it. His eyes caught a very interesting view of Duo, seemingly trying hard not to squeeze that black round thing in his one hand, for whatever reason. His face was screwed up in concentration and his mouth was spluttering feverish encouragement towards Wufei to ‘Cum already, dammit!’. Why was it so important to Duo that Wufei should cum? Although he had to admit that Wufei’s face was taking on rather ecstatic appearances. Also had he started jerking himself off and rubbing his cock against the sheet for friction. Was that a butt plug in his ass?

Quatre had just found a new definition of heaven. There must’ve been a lot of them but this had to be one of the nicest, and dammit, those two were doing a great job distracting him with both their tongues on his cock. He wanted to spoil Heero, Winner-style. Many blowjobs on Trowa had made him a real pro at this, and he was eager to show off his oral skills. So he controlled his gag reflex, deep throated, moaned loudly to send vibrations along Heero’s cock, but as deep as he took him, as hard as he sucked, Heero only laughed.

How dare he!

Getting just a tad frustrated, Quatre unfolded his right arm from underneath Heero’s body and hooked it around his hip, fingers creeping to search for Heero’s still wet entrance. When he found it, he plunged two fingers in, extremely pleased with Heero’s bewildered exclamation.

“Oh FUCK!” Heero shouted, and his head shot up, eyes wide with shock. “Aahnn… Quatre… Dear God.” His head drooped again, level with the side of Wufei’s head, and he panted hot breaths and heated groans into Wufei’s ear, fueling the Chinese’s desire more. “Dee-per,” Heero choked out through clenched teeth. A blinding white light flashed in front of his eyes as Quatre obeyed and stroke his prostate. He felt his passage starting to clench, his cock swelling further in Quatre’s throat and he clutched the remote control in his hand hard, his thumb sliding up until it could go no higher. “Oooh…! I’m… CUMMING!!”

“AH! Too fucking hard, Yuy!” Duo squealed. “Get this fucking thing off me!!” His whole body shuddered, and his fist clenched inexorably around the rubber bulb, squeezing all the liquid out.

Wufei felt himself at the very brink of orgasm himself. The butt plug in his ass nudged his prostate with every move he made. Duo behind him and Heero next to him shouting those raunchy encouragement's in his ears caused his desires to spontaneously flare up. Somewhere in this hellish pandemonium, his hand found the strength for a hand job and a sudden stream of liquid against his sweet spot efficiently finished him off.

“Oooh! What just happened?” he gasped.

“I’d say you just had an orgasm, my man,” Heero murmured, exhausted, lying prone over Quatre’s body.

“I know that, but it… It felt like someone shot his load inside of me.”

“Did it feel good?” Trowa questioned from behind him.

“Yeah. Very,” Wufei nodded enthusiastically.

“Good,” Trowa smiled. “You have passed your punishment, Duo. I will remove the cock cage now.”

“About time!” Duo snorted. This couldn’t be healthy for his poor, abused genitals. It was like having to pee really bad, but a lot worse.

“You can go have your reward now.”

“Yeah baby!” The grin on Duo’s face was pure animalistic as he dove on the bed and attacked his favorite victim: his boyfriend. “You! Lie back! It’s my turn to dish out orders again!”

Heero couldn’t have protested even had he wanted to. He was still somewhere on cloud number nine. Partially. The part that had already started to return saw Duo’s dangerously dark cock above his face, his hand stroking it at a rabid pace. “Whaddya… Whaddya…” Heero stuttered. Oh perfect, now he was starting to sound like Duo too.

“I wanna see my cum on your beautiful face, baby,” Duo moaned.

Yesterday that would’ve sounded absurd, even utterly repulsive to Heero, out of this world to know that his best friends were watching on top of it all. Today that idea sounded invigorating, strangely inspiring and he even thought it might be fun, yeah *fun*, to encourage his - let’s face it - crazy lover.

“Cum for me, Duo! All over my face! I wanna taste you, I wanna smell you. I wanna see you coming so *hard*, baby!” It happened even as he was speaking, and he opened his mouth to catch Duo’s flying sperm.

Duo was swamped with waves of shocking pleasure. The mere thought of his come on Heero’s face and the knowledge that he had a very interested audience made his climax approach with devastating speed, like a freight train and he felt his brains being run over by that train and scattering into a million pieces in his head. He screamed as he came, his stomach clenching almost painfully, his arm straining to hold him up. In a last blur of swirling colors, he saw pearly drops of his semen glistening on Heero’s lips, his cheeks, nose, eyes, everywhere and then Quatre pushed him to lick it all off and he fell sideways on the bed.

Hell, that had been glorious.

Trowa poked him a few times. “Did we kill him?”

“Trowa, what did you do?” Wufei asked.

“I didn’t do anything! He was the one who wanted to come so desperately!”

“Yeah, but you’re the one that made him wait so long!”

“Oh my god, did we fuck him to death?” Quatre said, quite breathlessly, cum trailing down his chin.

Heero scrambled upright and leaned over his boyfriend, for a moment there truly concerned. “I swear to you lot, if something happened to him…!”

“Will you quit that yelling,” Duo groaned, crawling up and rubbing his head. “Of course you didn’t fuck me to death. So…” He looked around the circle of worried faces, amusement and challenge twinkling in his eyes. “Who’s up for more?”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Heero growled.

“I am!” Quatre cheered, quickly raising his hand.

“Perfect. I know something,” Duo chuckled, and sat against the headboard.

Whatever it was, Heero knew it couldn’t be anything good. “Yeah well, I’m gonna shower.” He made to shuffle off the bed, but Duo roughly pulled him back. “You’re not going anywhere, Yuy. It’s something that involves the five of us.”

“But Duo, I’m tired,” Heero whined.

“Here, this will give you new energy,” Trowa said, pushing a penis shaped piece of candy in Heero’s mouth. Duo recognized it. It was the same as what Trowa had given to him and they grinned to each other. Though he still didn’t know why he'd to eat it and what effect it would have on him.

Heero caught the exchanged grin. “Oh, conspiring against me, are ya?” he mumbled through the sugar crunching in his mouth.

Duo sighed. “Listen, Heero, would it make you feel better if you could be the seme?”

A flicker of hesitation.

“It’s fun. You’ll see. Just try it. Come on, Hee-chan. Don’t say no until you’ve at least tried it. Aren’t you curious to know what it feels like to have my tight channel gripping your hard, thick cock, Heero? To feel my ass clenching as I come, milking you…”

“Alright! Whatever! Just stop talking!” Heero wailed, though he was smiling now. “What do I have to do?”

Duo grinned most victoriously. A little dirty talk always did the trick. “Just sit. There.”

Heero sat where Duo had directed, against the headboard. “Now what?”

“I don’t know. What do you want me to do?”

Heero didn’t know if that piece of candy had something to do with it but he actually felt ready for more dirtiness now. “I want you to sit on my cock,” he growled. “I want to thrust it up *hard* into your tight ass, Duo. Now. Do it!”

Well shit. He had unleashed something. “That’s what I was waiting for,” Duo smirked evilly and turning his back towards Heero, he quickly impaled himself.

“Aaaah! Fuck man. Duo, this is nice!” Heero moaned. “So much better than your Pleasure Pussy!”

“And your cock is sooo much better than a vibrator,” Duo groaned, his head lolling back.

“Why like this?” Wufei asked.

“Quatre! Suck!”

Question answered. “Oh, I see,” Wufei smiled sheepishly.

Quatre threw a quick glance to Trowa, as if checking if he was okay with it.

“Go ahead, little one,” Trowa smiled. “No one can suck cock better than you.”

“Is that a compliment?” Quatre said, frowning.

“Quatre!!”

Chuckling, Trowa planted a soft kiss on Quatre’s nose and gave him a gentle push. “Make me proud.”

Quatre gave his lover a brilliant smile, and then took residence between Duo’s shuddering legs, taking his length into his mouth and deep throating.

Duo’s eyes instantly rolled back. “Sweet mother of fucking god, Quatre!” he yelled. “This is fucking amazing!” Duo’s moans were loud and incessant. A few shards of words were trying to form. “Trowa…” Pant. “Take…” Whimper. “Him.”

It had been barely understandable. The only thing Trowa knew was that it was directed at him and that Duo was aiming at Quatre, more precisely his ass, and he was quick to comply.

“And me?” Wufei asked eagerly.

Duo’s attempt at answering that question was annihilated as Trowa’s rude penetration made Quatre scream around his cock. A wail was all he could muster. Instead, he raised a hand and pointed into his open mouth.

Wufei crouched over the bed, grinning. His cock seemed to have taken over from there. Like a magnet, it drew him to Duo’s mouth. He stood over Quatre and, thrusting his hips forward, he hissed with rapture as his cock found a warm and wet haven in Duo’s mouth.

*

The heavy bed creaked its complaints under the electric activities of five groaning and bucking boys. Wufei had already released his seed deep in Duo’s throat. Quatre had come too, the wet patch underneath him a clear evidence. Trowa was still thrusting inside of him, and his head gently rocked along over Duo’s groin. The swelling of his lover’s organ told him that he too was close to losing his control. A few encouraging contractions from his ass muscles should help him with that.

“Fuck yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!” Trowa moaned, and promptly ejaculated with a loud cry. “Quatre,” he sighed. “Man, I love you.” He pulled his lover close to him, nestling him on his lap and kissed his trembling lips.

“My jaw hurts,” Quatre complained silently, “and my lips are numb.”

“I’m sorry little one,” Trowa soothed. “You can rest now.”

“Man, those two are animals!” Wufei exclaimed, his eyes glued to Duo and Heero.

Heero found himself trapped on a sexual high. He somehow felt the inexplicable urge to keep going, even though he’d already come.

Twice.

How strange.

But fun!

He roughly pushed Duo forward so he was on all fours and savagely kept thrusting. “Fuck… What’s happening here?”

“I don’t know,” Duo gasped, on his way to his third trip in a row to paradise. “But whatever you do, don’t stop!” He reached down to fondle himself and kept pushing back against Heero’s cock. “Aahn… Heero, I’m coming…”

“Again?”

“Uhu… Yeah, keep going… More Hee-chan. I’m co-oh… Oh! Oh yeah!” and so he again added his own little splatter to the increasingly wet sheet.

Heero just kept going. “Fuck… Can’t - take this - anymore!” he whimpered.

“Then stop it,” Duo panted. In jest! He hoped Heero was bright enough to have heard the underlying smirk.

“Don’t want to. Feels to good. Mnn… Okay. One more time…”

“Bring it on.”

“Wait.” Heero, much to Duo’s surprise, pulled out and lay on his back.

“Hee-chan…?”

“Ride me, baby. I wanna see your beautiful face twisted in pleasure. I wanna see you coming while I cum inside of you.”

“Oh yeah,” Duo groaned, and did as requested, gritting his teeth as he sank down on Heero’s cock.

“You ready?” Heero grinned.

“You’d better believe it, baby,” Duo smirked.

At once the bed started creaking with renewed vigor and three boys at the side stared with open mouths at how Heero ran the palm of his hand over Duo’s sweaty abs, how Duo led that hand back down to stroke at his cock. Trowa detached himself from the little group, crawling behind to see Duo’s ass lowering and rising on Heero’s dick, over and over, and then, suddenly, he heard a mutual cry of passion. Too late he saw Quatre, despite his tiredness still eager for more cum, crawling over to lick the sticky fluid off Heero’s belly, and the leftover droplets off Duo’s cock.

“Quatre, be care…!”

“Humphh!!”

“…ful.”

Duo sighed as Heero’s cock slid out of him, relieved that his stretched hole could close again. If it was only for a while. The day wasn’t over yet, and the cream was still doing its work. He noted with delight that Quatre was stalking over to them and his eyes glistened with something feral as the little blonde dragged his tongue over the pool of semen on Heero’s stomach. Licking his lips, he gently tried to pry his cock in between and as soon as Quatre’s tongue had touched the sensitive head, his hands tangled in the soft, shining mop of hair and he forced his organ down Quatre’s throat.

“How is this possible?” Heero asked Trowa, the boy looking at his helpless lover with near horror in his eyes. “I mean… He’s already come for like, four times, In a row and yet he’s still going?”

Grunting, Trowa pulled at Duo’s hands, trying to untangle his clawing fingers from Quatre’s hair. “It’s because of the candy I gave him. It stimulates the production of hormones and sperm, so you can come repeatedly,” he explained. “Duo, let go, damn you!”

“Ahnnn… So fucking good…”

“Hmmph!!”

“Hold on Quatre, I’m trying!”

“But you gave one to me too, and well, I’m beat,” Heero said.

“Yes, but I'd already given one to Duo a while ago. It’s been in his blood stream for longer.”

“Aaahn… Yes… Cumming!”

“Oh, why do I even bother. Quatre, you’re just gonna have to swallow, honey,” he sighed, frustrated.

Quatre felt the hot stream of cum spurting against the back of his throat, and he bravely swallowed. The moment Duo’s hands relaxed on his head, he quickly pulled away, seeking Trowa’s chest for support. “No more sucking cock for me,” he coughed.

“What?” Trowa said, slightly alarmed.

“Today.”

Trowa couldn’t help a small sigh of relief. “Oh.”

Duo smiled broadly as he let himself drop on the bed next to Heero. “Man that was fucking awesome,” he sighed. “Hey, what’s that buzzing sound?”

“Oh, that. Must be the camera running,” Trowa said, nonchalantly waving his hand.

Both Heero and Duo’s mouths fell open. After they’d picked up their jaws from their knees, Duo started spluttering. “Ca-ca-ca…”

“Camera?” Heero finished for him. “You have all this on tape?”

Trowa nodded, grinning.

“Man, you gotta give us a copy of that!” Duo yelled.

“Hmm… What should we do, Quatre?”

“We’re not giving out any copies.”

“What?” Duo snapped. “Why not?”

“If you wanna see it, you’re just gonna have to come over. You’re free to come over and ‘watch’ whenever you want,” Quatre said with a significant smirk.

Duo caught the underlying meaning, to come and ‘watch’. “That reeks of blackmail,” he said.

“Oh does it?”

“Little devil.” There was something missing. Wufei’s furious meddling in this. “Where’s Wu-man?” Duo said, looking around.

“He told me he was going to fill the Jacuzzi,” Heero said.

“A Jacu… Quatre man, you have a Jacuzzi?!” Duo yelled, springing up again. “How come I didn’t know that?!”

“Yes Duo, I have a Jacuzzi. Simply because I can,” Quatre grinned, a hint of a triumphant smirk on his lips. “Don’t you know I own this building?”

“Oh yes, that’s right,” Heero said, mortally regretting that he’d ever thought of Quatre as a landlord sitting on his money. It’s not like the slugs and cockroaches were his fault. Why did Duo always have to transform the kitchen in a war zone and then barely clean it up afterwards? And as soon as Quatre had heard about it, he’d taken measures.

“In fact, this is my apartment,” Trowa said, cradling his exhausted lover against his chest. “Quatre still has a penthouse on the upper floor. But we prefer it here. It’s much cosier and closer to you guys.” So they could eavesdrop, of course.

“Yeah, and I don’t like to flaunt my wealth,” Quatre smiled softly.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I didn’t know that!” Duo chirped.

“Bath’s full,” Wufei yelled from the bathroom.

“Will you be joining us, gentlemen?” Trowa said with mock courtesy, jumping off the bed, Quatre right beside him.

“Hell yeah!” Duo cheered.

“Besides, it’s about time we did something about your hair, don’t you think, Duo?” Quatre sniggered.

“Fuck off.”

Heero laughed softly as his lover bounded out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Walking behind him, he looked at the fine muscles of Duo's back, the round globes of his ass, and his perfect, muscled legs. All his.

He let himself sink into the water, sighing with pleasure. The bubbles tickled against his skin. A hand dropped into the water, idly resting on Duo’s thigh as he felt Duo sitting with his legs open. Oh, how tempting.

“Duo…” he murmured huskily.

“Hmm?”

“Can I?” he said with a flicker of his eyes down between Duo’s legs.

Duo grinned and leaning back, spread his legs wider. “Anytime, Heero. Anytime.”

And so Heero dipped his head, his tongue starting a delicate underwater ballet with Duo’s balls.

Because the balls are the best.

End

Author’s note: I found inspiration for the toys at <http://ww2.sextoysex.com/sex/start/sex.html?a=HotLickerProGay>, and the info about Pandora’s box is from http://www.moonpointer.com/swirl/reflections02.htm

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