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keelywolfeTitle: Another Man's Treasure
by Keelywolfe
Pairing: 1x2x5
Rating: NC-17/ Lemon
Series: From A Goodnight Kiss
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not making any money.
Notes: If you've missed the first nine chapters of this series, you can find 'em here: http://www.ravenswing.com/~keelywolfe/gundamwing.html#goodnight
There is nothing better than a new person finding, and complimenting, your work to inspire you. ;)
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It was always something. Between negotiations, missions, and just plain trying to keep the world running smoothly it seemed that Une never had a moment to pause. Two months ago she'd finally damned fashion and bought a comfortable pair of flat shoes and if she'd found some running shoes that matched her uniform, she'd have bought two pairs.
Days like this made her feel like little more than a glorified babysitter for the world and she muttered to herself as she made her way to the conference room about the stupidity of people who could not understand the simplest of plans.
She was nearly there when something caught her eye. There were several offices lining the hallway, all of them private with only a small window in the door to look through, and through one, Une saw a familiar head resting on the desk with his face buried in his folded arms. There was no way to mistake Duo Maxwell's hair.
He couldn’t be asleep; privately Une had her doubts that Duo ever slept. Looking closer, she realized he actually seemed to be trembling. Crying? Impossible. After all he’d been through in his life, she couldn’t think of anything that would make this young man cry. Still, she couldn’t make herself walk away from this. The meeting could wait a few more minutes.
Tentatively, she knocked on the door and when there was no response, she stepped warily inside. "Duo?"
He jerked, lifting his head and Une was alarmed to see he was flushed and sweating. Perhaps they’d ended their quarantine too early. If so, it could be catastrophic; both Wufei and Duo had been mixing freely with the populace for several weeks now. He stared at her with blank, glassy eyes before he blinked, seeming to shake himself. “Uh…did…did you need something?”
“No, I was just walking by. Duo, are you all right?”
He nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah. Just fine. I…” he coughed slightly, and Une’s concern grew. The tests had come back clear, a new strain, perhaps?
“Maybe we should take you to the clinic…”
“No!” he broke in, and his panic did nothing to ease her concerns.
“Duo, I know you hate doctors but if you aren’t feeling well--”
“No, I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” At her doubtful look, he added, “Seriously. I’m just tired.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” she said reluctantly. “If you aren’t looking better by tomorrow though, I’m taking you to the clinic myself.”
“Gotcha.” Duo gave her a cheeky grinned, marred only by the fact that his hands were clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles were white. Still, she supposed since the only other option was to drag him out of here by his hair, she may as well wait until tomorrow. With a last nod, she went back out into the hall, her thoughts back on the meeting and didn't notice that the moment the door closed Duo's head was back on the desk. It was just as well the rooms were soundproof.
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When he could finally breathe enough to make speaking seem like a possibility, the first thing Duo managed to say was, “You are so dead."
The recipient of that comment was unperturbed. “She came in because she could see you didn’t look like yourself,” Heero said calmly, as if he wasn’t kneeling in the cramped area underneath Duo’s desk. “You should have better control than that.” Duo noted with some disgust that his pants weren't even wrinkled. How the hell does someone kneel on the floor and not get dust smudged on black pants? Truly, Heero's abilities were not to be understood by mere mortals.
Although, there was one tiny thing amiss.
Deliberately, Duo reached out and wiped a wet smear from Heero's cheek waggling his damp fingers in front of the other boy's eyes. Only to feel a hot mouth close over them, sucking gently and if the reason for all of this hadn't happened two minutes previously, he would have already been hard again. As it was, he was relieved he hadn't fastened his pants yet.
With a last swipe of his tongue, Heero finally released Duo's fingers. His lips were still pink, just faintly swollen and he looked amused as he asked, "Is it my fault you come like a fountain?"
"At least I don't come like a lawnmower." Duo said cheerfully and sprawled back in his chair with his feet on his desk, each one on the other side of Heero, pinning him in. "You know, the way I figure it, you owe me a favor now, pal."
Heero leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms. "I see. I think you might need to recheck your math because I really don't see how your getting a blowjob leaves me in your debt."
"Oh yeah?" Duo scowled. "Well, your little blowjob break is going to land me in the lab tomorrow getting more blood tests." His frown deepened at the thought.
Heero smirked. "You could have told her the truth."
"Let's not go there. Ever. Seriously, though, I want you to do something." Heero raised an eyebrow and Duo took that as a sign that he was listening, anyway. "I want you to ask Wufei to do something for me."
"You could ask him yourself," Heero pointed out. "As you have often demonstrated, you're quite capable of speech." Duo shook his head.
"Nope, he can ignore me, just laugh it off or whatever, but you he'd listen to."
Raised eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"
"Trust me, Heero."
"Duo..." Sudden realization in his eyes. "No, not a chance, and never, in that order. If you want it, you can ask him."
"Come on, you did it for me once," Duo wheedled.
A lesser man would have fallen dead from the glare Heero gave him. "And when I find those pictures—"
"And the video," Duo chimed in.
"—and the video, I am going to send them into the sun, along with your entire collection of pornography and those ratty t-shirts you refuse to throw away. You do have a wardrobe account, you know."
"Ah, you wound me!" Duo fell across the desk, clutching his chest in heartbreak and complete unperturbed by Heero’s disinterest in it. "I'm not the only one who'd benefit, you know." Silence. "So, you gonna ask him?"
"I may."
All the united telemarketers of the world had nothing on Duo when it came to wheedling. "What could it hurt to ask?"
~~*~~
He saw his prey not ten meters away, his eyes traveling over the clean, landscaped lines of the quad through the stark, uncurtained windows. Glasses perched primly on his nose as he read, researching something, to be sure, because Wufei would never even consider something as dishonorable as sneaking a novel into his office for the guilty pleasure of reading during working hours. Duo's gameboy had suffered greatly from Wufei's ideals on the subject and each new one had to be carefully hidden from his lover's wrath, lest he discover once again that Duo was more concerned with the lives of Mario and his kin than his own paperwork. Heero had managed to stay out of their battles thus far.
Sometimes, the better part of valor was pretending to not notice that your roommates were insane.
Heero studied Wufei with great care, discerning in only moments that he was nearly finished with his work for the day and he kept his pace as such that he would be at the door to Wufei's office just as he completed the last report. Better to talk to him without responsibilities tugging at the back of his mind, distracting him. It would increase Heero's chances of a successful mission, and he did intend to succeed. Failure was not an option.
He could still taste Duo on the back of his tongue, faintly bitter, and the lingering tang made him want more, to add the biting taste that was Wufei to it. Sprawled back in the uncomfortable wooden chair that he preferred, those dark eyes closed, white teeth biting into his lower lip as he clenched his strong fingers into Heero's hair and came, yes, an orgasm would be a perfectly acceptable way to end the day.
Unfortunately, experience had taught him that sexual release did not make Wufei more compliant; in fact, it tended to make him less so, occasionally even belligerent. Once he had his orgasm, he wasn't interested in seeking a more exotic path to another one. He wanted a shower and sleep, usually in that order.
Duo, unfortunately, did not and that left him in the position of mediator. Not a bad position, to be sure, although it did get hard on the knees from time to time. Of course, without Wufei there Heero suspected Duo's sex drive would have already worn calluses on his tonsils by now, so he wasn't complaining.
It did mean that seducing Wufei into agreement was not an option. No, better that the trap was laid another way.
Heero hadn't been trained in the rules and regulations of caring for a lover, much less two of them, but he was nothing if not adaptable and much of his training could be modified. In this situation, he would be forced to use the rarest skill he had learned, the most dangerous tool he had, to bend Wufei to his, and more to the point, Duo's, way of thinking.
He was going to beg.
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"Absolutely not."
"Wufei..."
"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"Wufei..."
"No! I am not about to debase myself to satisfy any of your disgusting perversions."
"Please."
A sigh. "Maxwell put you up to this, didn't he?"
"He told me he would give me one picture from his blackmail collection of me if I did."
Silence.
"Can I see the picture before you shred it?"
Silence.
"Deal."
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"Quit squirming," Duo muttered, and when Wufei flinched away again, he was reward with a smack on the back of the head. Wufei bit back a curse with more restraint than he believed he could possibly have. His eyes were already tired and dry from hours of staring at a computer screen, and the brush tickling over them was more than a little disturbing.
"If you don't hold still, it's gonna smear and then I'll have to start over again," Duo said in a singsong little voice. "Besides, I've seen you meditate for hours and not even twitch the wrinkles in your shirt, so quit being a dipshit and hold still."
The tip of his tongue was going numb from being bitten, but Wufei managed to hold back the flow of blistering words. He had agreed to this and he would keep his promise.
And tomorrow, he was going to kill Heero.
A last tickly little touch over his eyelids and he felt Duo step back. "Okay, you can open your eyes."
Slowly, Wufei did, lifting his gaze until it was on Duo's face. His mouth was pursed as he studied the job he had done critically, and he tossed a look at Heero as if to ask his opinion.
Heero was sprawled across their bed, chin resting on his hands as he watched the two of them. His eyes were shadowed, looking almost black but there was high color on his cheeks, a faint tenderness to his expression that spoke of want. He gave Duo a faint nod and the other boy beamed his delight, pouncing on Wufei again with some other tool of torture.
Yes. He was definitely going to kill Heero for this.
"All right, open your eyes wide and really hold still for this unless you want to take a walk to the infirmary. Bet they'd love to hear all about this."
That was enough of a threat to turn Wufei to stone and he didn't so much as flinch from the sudden chemical sting so close to his eyes, the flick of a brush over his lashes. Duo's face was so close to his own, looking at his eyes but not in them. He held his eyes open at Duo's command, allowing his lashes to dry.
A dab of something slick on his lips, tasting of bitterness and cherries and finally, Duo stepped back, saying, "There."
"I want a mirror," Wufei growled.
"Now, now," Duo chided. In a flash, Wufei found his lap full of squirming young man whose loose pants had slid down enough to show he wasn't wearing even the scrap of cloth that Duo tried to call underwear beneath them. Heero didn't move from the bed, watching them with calm interest.
"If you see it, you'll get all huffy and manly, and then you'll start yowling about how I besmirched your honor and made you into a slut and ate your last candy bar and how I kick puppies in my spare time, and then I'll never get to enjoy this, now will I?"
It was entirely possible that his little speech alone might have set up the war cry of dishonor in Wufei's brain, if it hadn't been so distracted by the feel of Duo's backside rubbing just so perfectly in his lap. His brain might be rational in the best and worst of times, but all his wits seemed to melt into a puddle of sweet chocolate at Duo's command. It was some consolation to know that Duo's ass had brought better men than him to their mental, and physical, knees and it didn't seem to give Heero any concern.
Duo's fingertips were cool on his skin, skating down his belly to tease at the waistband of his pants. The soft blurt of his breath was warmer, damp and scented with fruit juice, but only that close, not kissing him. Watching him, studying his face, memorizing it and Wufei closed his own eyes against the intensity of Duo's gaze.
It made him miss the sudden movement of Duo off his lap until the loss of warmth and pressure dragged a sound of protest from his throat. His eyes flew open and Duo was grinning at him, his long braid falling forward over his shoulder as he held out a hand for Wufei to take.
"C'mon, let's go make use of the bed."
"Why?" Wufei asked but he was already reaching for Duo's hand, slim fingers wrapping around his own. Duo yanked him to his feet hard enough to make him stumble, caught him with his other arm and pulled him close.
"Cause I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around Heero's cock," Duo whispered only to him and hell, why not, why not let Duo pull him along to the bed, easing him down on the soft comforter and arranging him just so on his knees.
Gods, was there anything he wouldn't let them do?
He skittered away from even the thought of it, the shreds of his dignity warbling up from the hole he had stashed it in that of COURSE there were things he wouldn't do. He was a man of honor and there was nothing dishonorable about pleasing his lovers.
So when the damp tip of Heero's cock brushed his mouth he opened it without a thought, sliding his tongue through the clear, bitter fluid at the tip and that was all right too, wasn't it? It meant that Heero wanted this, wanted him, wanted his so-called pretty mouth to do this. And he could.
He could be very good at this, dammit, he'd done it plenty of times even without the strange, slick feel of lipstick on his mouth. He knew just how to suck, swirled his tongue hard enough at the crown of Heero's cock to draw a sudden, startled yowl from him, nearly a shout, and Heero's hands were suddenly tight in his hair, curt and strong.
Sometimes it nearly frightened him how easily he slipped into doing this but not nearly as much as it scared him to know how much he wanted it. Just now, there was no room in him for fear of any kind, no honor, nothing but Heero's cock battering his mouth, Heero pushing his hips up so quickly and desperately it nearly choked him.
The feel of Duo's hand sliding in his pants, jerking him off with hard strokes was a sweet, distant pleasure. Wufei sucked harder and Heero's distressed moan was something like a triumph.
“God, Wufei,” Heero’s voice broke, his hands easing their death grip on his hair to slide down his jaw, tracing the lines of his cheeks as they hollowed and filled. Again, someone said his name and he knew distantly that it was Duo. It was almost automatic to spread his legs, angling his hips up.
It was blurring together, hands on him, moving him, stroking him, his lips numb and his jaw aching, a finger pushing inside him or maybe Duo was fucking him, sensation muffled as though he were wrapped in a blanket. He thought maybe he couldn't breathe but then why was it so good, Heero gasping above him and Duo behind him and Gods above, it was like nothing ever should be. Better than dying or living, close to the purest form of bliss.
The last thing Wufei remembered was the taste of salt, bitter in his mouth, and he wondered dimly if it was semen or tears.
+
When he woke, Wufei felt like his eyes were crusted shut, painfully dry and aching. Careful not to wake his lovers, Duo in a cocoon of blankets and Heero covered with whatever blanket he could salvage from Duo, Wufei slipped from the bed and wobbled to the bathroom.
Surely sex wasn't supposed to make him feel like he was half-dead afterward, was it? Even if it was, Wufei didn’t feel like complaining. Aside from the aches and his protesting bladder, he felt wonderfully exhausted.
“Better than sleeping pills,” Wufei mumbled under his breath, shuffling his way to the toilet. So long as there weren’t ninjas hiding behind the shower curtain, he would be able to get some sleep tonight. Just lately he’d been unable to get to bed very often even for one of Duo’s so-called quickies. Too much paperwork, too much work, period; they hadn’t figured out a way yet to get the criminals of the world to take a weekend off.
It was almost too much effort to lift the seat, but if he missed at all Heero would be annoyed and if he sat down Wufei wasn't entirely sure he could get back up. He leaned against the wall as he relieved himself, sighing in the near pleasure of it. Maybe Duo was right and he was under too much stress. He was always complaining that he and Heero would have had heart attacks by now if they ate fewer vegetables.
The digital clock display proclaimed in was three am and even Une would be in her bed at this hour. His own bed, with his very own living warmers in it, was calling to him and Wufei started to totter back until the mirror caught his eye.
Slowly, almost in a dream Wufei reached out and palmed on the light. The sudden brightness blinded him for a moment, and he waited until the pain faded, whiteness fading into vision. And he saw himself.
His dark eyes were ringed with black, the kohl ground into the fragile skin beneath them. Lipstick was smeared down to his chin, giving him the freakish look of a clown, a swollen, ruined picture of his own face.
Automatically, he turned on the faucet, barely noticing the scalding water as he lathering his hands until they were dripping with soap and he brought one up, smearing it over the mirror. Blurred the monstrous reflection in front of him into something tamer, something that could not possibly be him, until it was someone else standing naked in his bathroom, dripping water and soap on the tile floor with his mouth numb and his ass aching.
"You look beautiful." He turned to see Heero leaning against the doorjamb, and of course it was Heero so why did he always expect to see Duo there. Why did he want it to be Duo watching him?
"I look like a whore," he said, nearly wincing at the harshness of his own voice.
He half-expected a denial, thought maybe he was hoping for one. Heero only stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Wufei, oblivious to his own nudity. Or maybe not, because he was already hard, his cock nestling into the cool cleft of Wufei's backside like it belonged there. Heero reached out with one hand and wiped the foam from the glass, clearing it and Wufei saw his own face again, garish in the unforgiving light.
He wanted it to be Duo because Heero saw entirely too much.
Heero cupped his chin with one hand, forcing it up so he faced his reflection again, the harsh yellow light hiding nothing. Lips smeared crimson, black beneath his eyes.
"Beautiful," Heero breathed, and there was no doubt in his voice, no compliment and Duo might never lie but it was Heero who spoke only in facts. His hand was strong on Wufei's chin, holding him still as he bent them both so slightly forward and gently pushed inside.
"Oh!" Nearly a wail and Wufei was still slick from before and sore, but Gods he couldn't tell Heero no, couldn't refuse either of them. Not when he wanted it so, so much. Heero rocked inside him as gently as the ocean, cradling Wufei in his arms with care.
"I look like a fucking whore," he gritted out, again. His knees refused to hold him but Heero could and did, the sink cool against his belly where he was leaning.
"I said," Heero's voice was suddenly cold, something deadly that Wufei had heard before in it and it sent a chill down his spine, weaving sensations together as Heero pushed into him again, hard, "That you were beautiful."
Sweat cooled his skin and made him shiver in the chill of the bathroom but Heero was warm, one strong arm around him holding him up, the other hand sliding lower, fingers that were strong enough to crush bone feather-gentle as they touched his skin, meeting the rhythm of gentle thrusts with one of their own.
"Beautiful," Wufei agreed uncertainly, hardly more than a breath, and Heero's voice echoed his, beautiful, yes, beautiful. Heero's lips soft and warm against his ear as he murmured it over and over, making love to him with words as well as touches and when soft heat flowed within him, his own gentle orgasm exhausted him enough that he didn't even complain when Heero carried him back to bed.
Between the two of them they managed to share a blanket that Duo hadn't discovered and even a shower couldn't pull Wufei from their bed. Tired as he was, he suddenly realized he felt...better. Somehow better but far too worn out to think much about it. He accepted it as it was, resting his cheek on Heero’s chest and listened to the soothing, even beat of his heart.
"Beautiful," Heero murmured again, so softly, one hand lazily stroking Wufei’s hair back from his face.
"Course he is," Duo snapped suddenly, his voice sleepy and muffled by the blankets. "Don't I always say he's a pretty boy? So shut up!"
There was a rush of breath that could have been a chuckle but Wufei was too sleepy to care. They all had to work the next day and he really had to be up early enough for a nice, long shower.
Plus, he wanted to see that picture before Heero shredded it. If Duo had gotten Heero to persuade Wufei to wear makeup, then he at least deserved to see the photo of Heero in the fishnet stockings.
It was only fair.
-finis-
by Keelywolfe
Pairing: 1x2x5
Rating: NC-17/ Lemon
Series: From A Goodnight Kiss
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, not making any money.
Notes: If you've missed the first nine chapters of this series, you can find 'em here: http://www.ravenswing.com/~keelywolfe/gundamwing.html#goodnight
There is nothing better than a new person finding, and complimenting, your work to inspire you. ;)
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It was always something. Between negotiations, missions, and just plain trying to keep the world running smoothly it seemed that Une never had a moment to pause. Two months ago she'd finally damned fashion and bought a comfortable pair of flat shoes and if she'd found some running shoes that matched her uniform, she'd have bought two pairs.
Days like this made her feel like little more than a glorified babysitter for the world and she muttered to herself as she made her way to the conference room about the stupidity of people who could not understand the simplest of plans.
She was nearly there when something caught her eye. There were several offices lining the hallway, all of them private with only a small window in the door to look through, and through one, Une saw a familiar head resting on the desk with his face buried in his folded arms. There was no way to mistake Duo Maxwell's hair.
He couldn’t be asleep; privately Une had her doubts that Duo ever slept. Looking closer, she realized he actually seemed to be trembling. Crying? Impossible. After all he’d been through in his life, she couldn’t think of anything that would make this young man cry. Still, she couldn’t make herself walk away from this. The meeting could wait a few more minutes.
Tentatively, she knocked on the door and when there was no response, she stepped warily inside. "Duo?"
He jerked, lifting his head and Une was alarmed to see he was flushed and sweating. Perhaps they’d ended their quarantine too early. If so, it could be catastrophic; both Wufei and Duo had been mixing freely with the populace for several weeks now. He stared at her with blank, glassy eyes before he blinked, seeming to shake himself. “Uh…did…did you need something?”
“No, I was just walking by. Duo, are you all right?”
He nodded quickly. “Oh, yeah. Just fine. I…” he coughed slightly, and Une’s concern grew. The tests had come back clear, a new strain, perhaps?
“Maybe we should take you to the clinic…”
“No!” he broke in, and his panic did nothing to ease her concerns.
“Duo, I know you hate doctors but if you aren’t feeling well--”
“No, I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” At her doubtful look, he added, “Seriously. I’m just tired.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” she said reluctantly. “If you aren’t looking better by tomorrow though, I’m taking you to the clinic myself.”
“Gotcha.” Duo gave her a cheeky grinned, marred only by the fact that his hands were clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles were white. Still, she supposed since the only other option was to drag him out of here by his hair, she may as well wait until tomorrow. With a last nod, she went back out into the hall, her thoughts back on the meeting and didn't notice that the moment the door closed Duo's head was back on the desk. It was just as well the rooms were soundproof.
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When he could finally breathe enough to make speaking seem like a possibility, the first thing Duo managed to say was, “You are so dead."
The recipient of that comment was unperturbed. “She came in because she could see you didn’t look like yourself,” Heero said calmly, as if he wasn’t kneeling in the cramped area underneath Duo’s desk. “You should have better control than that.” Duo noted with some disgust that his pants weren't even wrinkled. How the hell does someone kneel on the floor and not get dust smudged on black pants? Truly, Heero's abilities were not to be understood by mere mortals.
Although, there was one tiny thing amiss.
Deliberately, Duo reached out and wiped a wet smear from Heero's cheek waggling his damp fingers in front of the other boy's eyes. Only to feel a hot mouth close over them, sucking gently and if the reason for all of this hadn't happened two minutes previously, he would have already been hard again. As it was, he was relieved he hadn't fastened his pants yet.
With a last swipe of his tongue, Heero finally released Duo's fingers. His lips were still pink, just faintly swollen and he looked amused as he asked, "Is it my fault you come like a fountain?"
"At least I don't come like a lawnmower." Duo said cheerfully and sprawled back in his chair with his feet on his desk, each one on the other side of Heero, pinning him in. "You know, the way I figure it, you owe me a favor now, pal."
Heero leaned back against the desk and crossed his arms. "I see. I think you might need to recheck your math because I really don't see how your getting a blowjob leaves me in your debt."
"Oh yeah?" Duo scowled. "Well, your little blowjob break is going to land me in the lab tomorrow getting more blood tests." His frown deepened at the thought.
Heero smirked. "You could have told her the truth."
"Let's not go there. Ever. Seriously, though, I want you to do something." Heero raised an eyebrow and Duo took that as a sign that he was listening, anyway. "I want you to ask Wufei to do something for me."
"You could ask him yourself," Heero pointed out. "As you have often demonstrated, you're quite capable of speech." Duo shook his head.
"Nope, he can ignore me, just laugh it off or whatever, but you he'd listen to."
Raised eyebrows. "Why do you say that?"
"Trust me, Heero."
"Duo..." Sudden realization in his eyes. "No, not a chance, and never, in that order. If you want it, you can ask him."
"Come on, you did it for me once," Duo wheedled.
A lesser man would have fallen dead from the glare Heero gave him. "And when I find those pictures—"
"And the video," Duo chimed in.
"—and the video, I am going to send them into the sun, along with your entire collection of pornography and those ratty t-shirts you refuse to throw away. You do have a wardrobe account, you know."
"Ah, you wound me!" Duo fell across the desk, clutching his chest in heartbreak and complete unperturbed by Heero’s disinterest in it. "I'm not the only one who'd benefit, you know." Silence. "So, you gonna ask him?"
"I may."
All the united telemarketers of the world had nothing on Duo when it came to wheedling. "What could it hurt to ask?"
~~*~~
He saw his prey not ten meters away, his eyes traveling over the clean, landscaped lines of the quad through the stark, uncurtained windows. Glasses perched primly on his nose as he read, researching something, to be sure, because Wufei would never even consider something as dishonorable as sneaking a novel into his office for the guilty pleasure of reading during working hours. Duo's gameboy had suffered greatly from Wufei's ideals on the subject and each new one had to be carefully hidden from his lover's wrath, lest he discover once again that Duo was more concerned with the lives of Mario and his kin than his own paperwork. Heero had managed to stay out of their battles thus far.
Sometimes, the better part of valor was pretending to not notice that your roommates were insane.
Heero studied Wufei with great care, discerning in only moments that he was nearly finished with his work for the day and he kept his pace as such that he would be at the door to Wufei's office just as he completed the last report. Better to talk to him without responsibilities tugging at the back of his mind, distracting him. It would increase Heero's chances of a successful mission, and he did intend to succeed. Failure was not an option.
He could still taste Duo on the back of his tongue, faintly bitter, and the lingering tang made him want more, to add the biting taste that was Wufei to it. Sprawled back in the uncomfortable wooden chair that he preferred, those dark eyes closed, white teeth biting into his lower lip as he clenched his strong fingers into Heero's hair and came, yes, an orgasm would be a perfectly acceptable way to end the day.
Unfortunately, experience had taught him that sexual release did not make Wufei more compliant; in fact, it tended to make him less so, occasionally even belligerent. Once he had his orgasm, he wasn't interested in seeking a more exotic path to another one. He wanted a shower and sleep, usually in that order.
Duo, unfortunately, did not and that left him in the position of mediator. Not a bad position, to be sure, although it did get hard on the knees from time to time. Of course, without Wufei there Heero suspected Duo's sex drive would have already worn calluses on his tonsils by now, so he wasn't complaining.
It did mean that seducing Wufei into agreement was not an option. No, better that the trap was laid another way.
Heero hadn't been trained in the rules and regulations of caring for a lover, much less two of them, but he was nothing if not adaptable and much of his training could be modified. In this situation, he would be forced to use the rarest skill he had learned, the most dangerous tool he had, to bend Wufei to his, and more to the point, Duo's, way of thinking.
He was going to beg.
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"Absolutely not."
"Wufei..."
"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."
"Wufei..."
"No! I am not about to debase myself to satisfy any of your disgusting perversions."
"Please."
A sigh. "Maxwell put you up to this, didn't he?"
"He told me he would give me one picture from his blackmail collection of me if I did."
Silence.
"Can I see the picture before you shred it?"
Silence.
"Deal."
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"Quit squirming," Duo muttered, and when Wufei flinched away again, he was reward with a smack on the back of the head. Wufei bit back a curse with more restraint than he believed he could possibly have. His eyes were already tired and dry from hours of staring at a computer screen, and the brush tickling over them was more than a little disturbing.
"If you don't hold still, it's gonna smear and then I'll have to start over again," Duo said in a singsong little voice. "Besides, I've seen you meditate for hours and not even twitch the wrinkles in your shirt, so quit being a dipshit and hold still."
The tip of his tongue was going numb from being bitten, but Wufei managed to hold back the flow of blistering words. He had agreed to this and he would keep his promise.
And tomorrow, he was going to kill Heero.
A last tickly little touch over his eyelids and he felt Duo step back. "Okay, you can open your eyes."
Slowly, Wufei did, lifting his gaze until it was on Duo's face. His mouth was pursed as he studied the job he had done critically, and he tossed a look at Heero as if to ask his opinion.
Heero was sprawled across their bed, chin resting on his hands as he watched the two of them. His eyes were shadowed, looking almost black but there was high color on his cheeks, a faint tenderness to his expression that spoke of want. He gave Duo a faint nod and the other boy beamed his delight, pouncing on Wufei again with some other tool of torture.
Yes. He was definitely going to kill Heero for this.
"All right, open your eyes wide and really hold still for this unless you want to take a walk to the infirmary. Bet they'd love to hear all about this."
That was enough of a threat to turn Wufei to stone and he didn't so much as flinch from the sudden chemical sting so close to his eyes, the flick of a brush over his lashes. Duo's face was so close to his own, looking at his eyes but not in them. He held his eyes open at Duo's command, allowing his lashes to dry.
A dab of something slick on his lips, tasting of bitterness and cherries and finally, Duo stepped back, saying, "There."
"I want a mirror," Wufei growled.
"Now, now," Duo chided. In a flash, Wufei found his lap full of squirming young man whose loose pants had slid down enough to show he wasn't wearing even the scrap of cloth that Duo tried to call underwear beneath them. Heero didn't move from the bed, watching them with calm interest.
"If you see it, you'll get all huffy and manly, and then you'll start yowling about how I besmirched your honor and made you into a slut and ate your last candy bar and how I kick puppies in my spare time, and then I'll never get to enjoy this, now will I?"
It was entirely possible that his little speech alone might have set up the war cry of dishonor in Wufei's brain, if it hadn't been so distracted by the feel of Duo's backside rubbing just so perfectly in his lap. His brain might be rational in the best and worst of times, but all his wits seemed to melt into a puddle of sweet chocolate at Duo's command. It was some consolation to know that Duo's ass had brought better men than him to their mental, and physical, knees and it didn't seem to give Heero any concern.
Duo's fingertips were cool on his skin, skating down his belly to tease at the waistband of his pants. The soft blurt of his breath was warmer, damp and scented with fruit juice, but only that close, not kissing him. Watching him, studying his face, memorizing it and Wufei closed his own eyes against the intensity of Duo's gaze.
It made him miss the sudden movement of Duo off his lap until the loss of warmth and pressure dragged a sound of protest from his throat. His eyes flew open and Duo was grinning at him, his long braid falling forward over his shoulder as he held out a hand for Wufei to take.
"C'mon, let's go make use of the bed."
"Why?" Wufei asked but he was already reaching for Duo's hand, slim fingers wrapping around his own. Duo yanked him to his feet hard enough to make him stumble, caught him with his other arm and pulled him close.
"Cause I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around Heero's cock," Duo whispered only to him and hell, why not, why not let Duo pull him along to the bed, easing him down on the soft comforter and arranging him just so on his knees.
Gods, was there anything he wouldn't let them do?
He skittered away from even the thought of it, the shreds of his dignity warbling up from the hole he had stashed it in that of COURSE there were things he wouldn't do. He was a man of honor and there was nothing dishonorable about pleasing his lovers.
So when the damp tip of Heero's cock brushed his mouth he opened it without a thought, sliding his tongue through the clear, bitter fluid at the tip and that was all right too, wasn't it? It meant that Heero wanted this, wanted him, wanted his so-called pretty mouth to do this. And he could.
He could be very good at this, dammit, he'd done it plenty of times even without the strange, slick feel of lipstick on his mouth. He knew just how to suck, swirled his tongue hard enough at the crown of Heero's cock to draw a sudden, startled yowl from him, nearly a shout, and Heero's hands were suddenly tight in his hair, curt and strong.
Sometimes it nearly frightened him how easily he slipped into doing this but not nearly as much as it scared him to know how much he wanted it. Just now, there was no room in him for fear of any kind, no honor, nothing but Heero's cock battering his mouth, Heero pushing his hips up so quickly and desperately it nearly choked him.
The feel of Duo's hand sliding in his pants, jerking him off with hard strokes was a sweet, distant pleasure. Wufei sucked harder and Heero's distressed moan was something like a triumph.
“God, Wufei,” Heero’s voice broke, his hands easing their death grip on his hair to slide down his jaw, tracing the lines of his cheeks as they hollowed and filled. Again, someone said his name and he knew distantly that it was Duo. It was almost automatic to spread his legs, angling his hips up.
It was blurring together, hands on him, moving him, stroking him, his lips numb and his jaw aching, a finger pushing inside him or maybe Duo was fucking him, sensation muffled as though he were wrapped in a blanket. He thought maybe he couldn't breathe but then why was it so good, Heero gasping above him and Duo behind him and Gods above, it was like nothing ever should be. Better than dying or living, close to the purest form of bliss.
The last thing Wufei remembered was the taste of salt, bitter in his mouth, and he wondered dimly if it was semen or tears.
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When he woke, Wufei felt like his eyes were crusted shut, painfully dry and aching. Careful not to wake his lovers, Duo in a cocoon of blankets and Heero covered with whatever blanket he could salvage from Duo, Wufei slipped from the bed and wobbled to the bathroom.
Surely sex wasn't supposed to make him feel like he was half-dead afterward, was it? Even if it was, Wufei didn’t feel like complaining. Aside from the aches and his protesting bladder, he felt wonderfully exhausted.
“Better than sleeping pills,” Wufei mumbled under his breath, shuffling his way to the toilet. So long as there weren’t ninjas hiding behind the shower curtain, he would be able to get some sleep tonight. Just lately he’d been unable to get to bed very often even for one of Duo’s so-called quickies. Too much paperwork, too much work, period; they hadn’t figured out a way yet to get the criminals of the world to take a weekend off.
It was almost too much effort to lift the seat, but if he missed at all Heero would be annoyed and if he sat down Wufei wasn't entirely sure he could get back up. He leaned against the wall as he relieved himself, sighing in the near pleasure of it. Maybe Duo was right and he was under too much stress. He was always complaining that he and Heero would have had heart attacks by now if they ate fewer vegetables.
The digital clock display proclaimed in was three am and even Une would be in her bed at this hour. His own bed, with his very own living warmers in it, was calling to him and Wufei started to totter back until the mirror caught his eye.
Slowly, almost in a dream Wufei reached out and palmed on the light. The sudden brightness blinded him for a moment, and he waited until the pain faded, whiteness fading into vision. And he saw himself.
His dark eyes were ringed with black, the kohl ground into the fragile skin beneath them. Lipstick was smeared down to his chin, giving him the freakish look of a clown, a swollen, ruined picture of his own face.
Automatically, he turned on the faucet, barely noticing the scalding water as he lathering his hands until they were dripping with soap and he brought one up, smearing it over the mirror. Blurred the monstrous reflection in front of him into something tamer, something that could not possibly be him, until it was someone else standing naked in his bathroom, dripping water and soap on the tile floor with his mouth numb and his ass aching.
"You look beautiful." He turned to see Heero leaning against the doorjamb, and of course it was Heero so why did he always expect to see Duo there. Why did he want it to be Duo watching him?
"I look like a whore," he said, nearly wincing at the harshness of his own voice.
He half-expected a denial, thought maybe he was hoping for one. Heero only stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Wufei, oblivious to his own nudity. Or maybe not, because he was already hard, his cock nestling into the cool cleft of Wufei's backside like it belonged there. Heero reached out with one hand and wiped the foam from the glass, clearing it and Wufei saw his own face again, garish in the unforgiving light.
He wanted it to be Duo because Heero saw entirely too much.
Heero cupped his chin with one hand, forcing it up so he faced his reflection again, the harsh yellow light hiding nothing. Lips smeared crimson, black beneath his eyes.
"Beautiful," Heero breathed, and there was no doubt in his voice, no compliment and Duo might never lie but it was Heero who spoke only in facts. His hand was strong on Wufei's chin, holding him still as he bent them both so slightly forward and gently pushed inside.
"Oh!" Nearly a wail and Wufei was still slick from before and sore, but Gods he couldn't tell Heero no, couldn't refuse either of them. Not when he wanted it so, so much. Heero rocked inside him as gently as the ocean, cradling Wufei in his arms with care.
"I look like a fucking whore," he gritted out, again. His knees refused to hold him but Heero could and did, the sink cool against his belly where he was leaning.
"I said," Heero's voice was suddenly cold, something deadly that Wufei had heard before in it and it sent a chill down his spine, weaving sensations together as Heero pushed into him again, hard, "That you were beautiful."
Sweat cooled his skin and made him shiver in the chill of the bathroom but Heero was warm, one strong arm around him holding him up, the other hand sliding lower, fingers that were strong enough to crush bone feather-gentle as they touched his skin, meeting the rhythm of gentle thrusts with one of their own.
"Beautiful," Wufei agreed uncertainly, hardly more than a breath, and Heero's voice echoed his, beautiful, yes, beautiful. Heero's lips soft and warm against his ear as he murmured it over and over, making love to him with words as well as touches and when soft heat flowed within him, his own gentle orgasm exhausted him enough that he didn't even complain when Heero carried him back to bed.
Between the two of them they managed to share a blanket that Duo hadn't discovered and even a shower couldn't pull Wufei from their bed. Tired as he was, he suddenly realized he felt...better. Somehow better but far too worn out to think much about it. He accepted it as it was, resting his cheek on Heero’s chest and listened to the soothing, even beat of his heart.
"Beautiful," Heero murmured again, so softly, one hand lazily stroking Wufei’s hair back from his face.
"Course he is," Duo snapped suddenly, his voice sleepy and muffled by the blankets. "Don't I always say he's a pretty boy? So shut up!"
There was a rush of breath that could have been a chuckle but Wufei was too sleepy to care. They all had to work the next day and he really had to be up early enough for a nice, long shower.
Plus, he wanted to see that picture before Heero shredded it. If Duo had gotten Heero to persuade Wufei to wear makeup, then he at least deserved to see the photo of Heero in the fishnet stockings.
It was only fair.
-finis-
