Title: The Costume Manager
Sequel to: The Set Designer
Author: Enigma
Written: April - May, 2001
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: (5x3)+(4x4) (1x2 + 2x1)
Category: Yaoi Bondage Exhibitionism Voyeurism Oral Sex
Masturbation Threesome Lemon
Enigma Story Category: Pilots' Pleasure
Archive: GW Addiction, Sweet&Sweet
Warnings: yaoi, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral sex,
aggressive
uke, masturbation, threesome, lemon, "Hogan's Heroes" references,
WDNNSP!, hint of angst for spice
Disclaimers: I don't own the G-Boys (or Colonels Hogan or
Klink!)
but I like to play with them! I'm not making any money off this story.
It's written out of love, so please don't sue me.
Note: The five Gundam pilots were all enrolled in the OZ Junior
Officer Training Program by Heero, yet it is poor Trowa who bears the
brunt of his comrades' displeasure over the ugly uniforms they're
expected to wear because of it. How can his lovers and friends
possibly hope to apologize by concocting a fantasy based
on "Hogan's Heroes" of all things?
Trowa Barton sat on the small couch in the "dungeon" of the
safehouse
the five Gundam pilots were sharing and sighed deeply. When
Heero Yuy had signed all five of them up for the "OZ Junior
Officer Training Program" he had no idea it would be such
a royal pain for him to get through.
He stared at the beams of light that sank in through the small
window set high in one wall and wondered to himself, //Why
do they all think that this is *my* fault? Heero is the one
who
did this without asking them, not me.//
It was not typical behavior for the slender teen to feel so
put
out, but he had tolerated complaints from not only his own
two lovers, the noisy hentai blond Quatre Raberba Winner
and the quietly erotic Chang Wufei, but also from Duo
Maxwell
who was more at ease bitching to him than to his own lover.
The pressure of their angry eyes had gotten to him so badly that
he had skipped his afternoon classes at the community college
to go home and rest.
Originally hoping to escape unnoticed, Duo had spotted him
and Trowa had been forced to admit why he was leaving campus
early and that information would be used in an effort to cheer
him up by his friends.
Trowa sat toying with a dagger that he carried out of habit
and as he admired the sparkles and glimmers from the blade,
he felt himself growing sleepy. His last thoughts before dozing
off were, //I've gotta admit, though, these are easily the most
ugly uniforms OZ ever came up with. Loose and baggy in
all the wrong places, even someone with no fashion sense
would find them offensive.// He yawned and slipped into slumber
thinking, //I just hope the guys stop taking it all out on me,
I'm tired of it.//
As the HeavyArms pilot slept, the other four "students"
returned and put a plan of action into place.
"Are you sure this isn't going to just piss Trowa off more,
Duo?"
Quatre asked, staring at the black plastic device he had
been handed by the Deathscythe pilot.
"Oh, I'm sure!" Duo winked back. "Trust me, guys, he's bummed
out from all our complaints lately and there's nothing that will
take his mind off it faster than a good fuck!"
"And how, pray tell," Wufei asked in disbelief as he shook
a set of golden chains, "do you think *these* will do that? It's not
as if he hasn't seen us in things like this before."
The braided boy snickered happily as he checked an unusual
circular piece of gundanium for any unpleasant ridges or bumps
before handing it to his lover. Heero accepted it without comment and
looked as if he was not terribly interested in the implications of what
they were doing. Duo pulled one last item out of the box he had been
sorting through and held a long slender rod in his hand which
he caressed against his cheek with a familiarity that was
rather disturbing to Wufei.
"Wu, old buddy, Tro may have seen these on you before,
but believe me," Duo grinned as he pulled on a pair of
fingerless gloves, "he's just flat gonna find this too hot
for words as he catches on! Now, suit up!!"
The least experienced in the world of sexual variations, the
Chinese
boy was still embarrassed a bit by the activities the five teens had
shared the first time they had utilized the basement as a playroom
for the erotic film fantasy that centered around Quatre. To be asked to
repeat even a little of their actions from that day was probably a good
way to break through some of his lingering doubts, but he was
more worried that his taller lover might not enjoy Duo's plan.
As the dark eyed boy tried to come up with a valid excuse
to *not* don the item he had been assigned, easily the
easiest to cope with, the other three had finished hiding their
own accessories under their "Junior Nazi" uniforms. In point of
fact, the uniforms they were expected to wear to all of their classes
were so ugly that they had renamed them to fit the nonsensical
versions of those worn by the WWII German military in a few
of the Mel Brooks movies Duo favored.
With a sigh, Wufei put on his new adornment as well, buttoned
the shirt back closed with a slight wince and a wiggle as he
tried and failed to get comfortable.
Heero finally looked at least slightly interested at this
and he
slid his hands down the front of Wufei's uniform shirt long
enough to make a slight adjustment. Amazed, Wufei looked
up at him with a grateful smile and he said, "Wow, thanks, Heero!
How did you make it stop hurting?"
"I didn’t really," he answered with a shrug and a tug on his
uniform pants that had tented up over his groin, "I just got you
distracted enough to tighten them properly. By the time those
get taken off, it'll probably hurt like hell, but that's for you
and Trowa to cope with."
"Ouch!" Quatre breathed out in sympathy. If Heero was talking
about pain then poor Wufei was really going to be aching.
As he started to walk towards the door to the wooden stairs,
he himself realized he was walking with a slight limp from his
own welcome discomfort and instead of complaining about it,
he plastered on his usual huge hentai smile and kept going.
Duo noticed the modification in the Sandrock pilot's gait
and
grinned, "Yo, Q, is it getting to you already? You put
it in too far or what?"
The blond hissed out a breath and said in a rather high pitched
voice, "Oh no, Duo! It's not in far enough or I wouldn't even
care if it hurt in the first place!"
Chuckling, Duo moved to the head of the line and opened the
door. He called out loudly, "All right ya' bunch of lazy bums!
Get your asses downstairs and report to the Colonel right
this minute!"
All three boys behind him grinned and gave him the thumbs-up
sign as they heard a startled yelp from below that let them
know Trowa had been successfully awakened by the
American's noisy announcement.
Softly, they also heard, "What the fuck?" as Trowa realized
that he, too, had received a new item to wear. He had awoken
to find a "classic" Nazi officer's helmet ala' Colonel
Klink from "Hogan's Heroes" sitting beside him on the couch.
Duo shouted down the staircase, "Oi, Colonel! Put your helmet
on,
I'm escorting those new recruits into your office so you
can inspect their uniforms!"
Trowa, still half asleep, failed to catch the touch of laughter
in
Duo's voice and he called back, "What are you talking about,
Duo? I'm the only one down here."
Booted footsteps resounded from the wooden stairs and Duo
answered simply, "Just call me Colonel Hogan, and it'll be pretty
obvious soon, sir." He giggled under his breath and then
stepped into the room more fully.
Clad in Trowa's own tight leather pants once more, Duo was
also wearing one of the OZ uniform shirts he had stolen
from Zechs Merquise on a dare from Quatre a number of months
before. To everyone's surprise, and Heero's delight, the shirt fit
remarkably well and the American teen cut quite the
impressive figure dressed as he was.
Trowa let a low wolf whistle escape along with a wink as he
pulled the pointed helmet into place only to find it slid down and
covered his eyes far more effectively than his hair ever did.
In annoyance, he finally yanked it back off and set it in his lap
as he admired the view of his lovers and friends standing before him.
"What have we here, Hogan?" Trowa asked, going along
with the gag.
In a row stood the three uniformed Gundam pilots who had been
assigned the roles of the "recruits". First was Heero with his pants
visibly out-stretched but no particular emotion on his face
except when he thought Duo couldn't see him and
then he just grinned wolfishly.
Next was Quatre who continued to squirm delightfully
but Trowa wasn't sure if it was because he found being
expected to remain dressed was a challenge or if it was
something more. Quatre's preference for nudity was now so
accepted that seeing him dressed seemed odd but Trowa did
his best to not be distracted by it.
Last was Wufei with slight pain on his face as a suspicious
jingling sound seemed to come from his shirt whenever he moved.
Never slow to observe and draw conclusions, Trowa had a
rapidly growing problem of his own as he tried to conceal
the
smirk on his face knowing that the helmet in his lap was concealing
his own more obvious interest in the game the others were playing.
Duo failed to answer his friend's question as he lost track
of his
thoughts while adjusting the overly tight leather pants, this much
innuendo was a bit difficult for even him to control a reaction to.
"Well, Hogan? Care to explain all this or am I supposed to
guess what's wrong with their uniforms?" Trowa finally gave
up on trying to hide his amusement, but the tiny smile wouldn't
have given it away to anyone not intimately familiar with him the
way these boys were. To them, the slight upturn of lips was all
that was needed to assure them that he was pleased
with the
show so far.
"Ah, well, um, uh, Colonel," Duo stuttered as he caught a
nod from Heero who had been on search-and-identify duty
to be certain that Trowa was in a receptive mood. Heero had
casually kept an eye on Trowa's pants and the answer was
certainly obvious that the emerald-eyed teen found this all
very entertaining and Heero had let Duo know it.
A violet eye winked back and then the infamous Shinigami
grin was flashed at the slender teen before Duo went back to
the game, saying, "Sir, I hate to say it, but these guys seem to
think the uniforms are some kind of joke! They complained they
were baggy, uncomfortable, and flat out ugly!"
The braided teen sighed dramatically, "I didn't want you to
have to worry about it, so I told 'em to just add some
accessories and, well, they got carried away."
Duo shrugged and then turned to regard the others, drawing
Trowa's eyes back to the three boys who had remained
quietly
at attention, or as close to it as Quatre could get at the time.
Standing, and confirming Heero's analysis, Trowa walked
closer to them all, a decidedly predatory look on his face.
Duo reached out to hand him the riding crop, saying,
"You might need this for your inspection, sir."
Trowa merely glanced at the riding crop and shook his head.
"No, if
I need to control them, it's better if my hands are free, Hogan. Besides,"
he ran one hand down Wufei's face gently, "it looks like I might want
both hands for other things."
A soft groan escaped his lover's throat as the Chinese boy
felt one ivory hand slide down unerringly to tug at his shirt demandingly.
"Let me see what you're hiding, soldier!" Trowa commanded
then
added, "And that goes for you two, as well!" Giving Heero and
Quatre a no-nonsense glare, he ordered, "Strip. All of you.
And, Hogan? That includes you as well."
"But, but," Duo argued instinctively, "but *I'm* not
one of the soldiers here!"
"I don’t care," Trowa shrugged and crossed his arms, "I've
got
the feeling I'm going to want to see everybody here in the same
state of undress. Except for me, that is. *I* never complained
about the damned uniforms, so why should I be
included in the strip-search?"
"Because that would only be fair," Quatre said with a pout
as he
forgot the game identities long enough to focus on his growing
desires. "If we're down here in our dungeon and some of us
are naked then *all* of us should be naked!"
To Trowa's surprise, Wufei seemed to agree with their
blond lover for a change. The Chinese youth tried to cross
his arms over his chest angrily the way he usually did but that brought
out a sensuous moan of pain that sent desire flooding through the
other four teens in the room.
Trowa was tempted to give up on his "inspection" of the troops
so he could alleviate Wufei's suffering, but the smaller teen began
dutifully undressing and nodded toward the others for him to move
on which Trowa did, approaching the blond who was practically
dancing in place desperately.
As soon as everyone's eyes were on Trowa and Quatre,
however, Wufei very rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and
massaged his chest with a soft sigh of bliss. The Chinese teen was
gaining a new appreciation for the value of the teasing fun Duo had in
mind and seeing how "happy" it was making Trowa, he was now
more at ease going along with it even if it did hurt a fair amount.
Now standing by the squirming blond, "Colonel Klink"
wore a distinct smirk. Trowa reached out one hand and stroked
the smaller teen's hip as Quatre rapidly tried to get out of the uniform
and ran into the aspect of it that he hated the most.
As small hands tried to get all of the many buttons undone
on the uniform pants, the Sandrock pilot groaned when one
long-fingered hand moved from his hip to get in the way of
the unbuttoning process and Quatre looked up at Trowa
with a whimper.
"Um, please let me get these off, Trowa," he begged in desperation.
"I *really* need to get these damned pants off as quickly as possible!"
"You do?" Trowa asked with mock-innocence. "Why? Is something
bothering you with them, little one? Are they too tight or something?"
His teasing was directed at the other big complaint against them that
they were too loose to start with, but he knew full well what was
bothering the smaller teen.
Whimpering, Quatre squirmed even more and found words too
hard to come by as Trowa finally moved his hand out of the away and
let him finish. As the taller teen turned away with a chuckle, Quatre
yanked several of the buttons completely off in his desperation
and then sighed happily as the pants slid to the floor in a heap.
He stepped out of them and flashed a brilliant smile at Wufei who
by now was also trying to cope with the recalcitrant buttons before
moving to help him while they both ignored Trowa's attentions
to Heero and Duo.
By this point, Heero, always one to follow orders quickly
and
without question, had stripped away his shirt and boots as well
as the pants, stood naked and unashamed as Trowa
paused to give him a long heated gaze.
"You know, Heero," Trowa commented casually, "I owe you
for all the headaches I've had to put up with over these
stupid uniforms in the first place."
"Yeah? So?" Heero smirked and seemed to dare the emerald-eyed
boy
to touch him in the same familiar way he had touched the
others. "Then you 'owe' me for this little game, too, now don’t you?"
"Perhaps," Trowa remarked noncommittally as he finally reached
out
ever so briefly to make a single adjustment to the accessory the
Wing pilot wore, wrenching a groan from the cobalt-eyed boy.
"Then again, sharing a bit of the agony seems more appropriate
to me, so I'll leave things as they are for now."
Heero shot an angry look at his lover for this newest bit
of pain and
Duo shrugged in response as he himself found the zipper on
the borrowed leather pants was stuck unexpectedly. A frown
formed on Trowa's sensual lips as he moved to stop the
Deathscythe pilot from ruining the expensive pants by batting
the other's hands away and taking over.
"If you insist on using my clothes, baka," Trowa said, kneeling
down to get a look at the stuck zipper, "at least take care not to
destroy them! Geez! What did you do to these anyway?"
One hand held the base of the zipper firmly as the other pulled
up
and then back down on it, finally freeing the small bit of Duo's
boxers that had gotten trapped in the metal teeth. Trowa then
eased the zipper down fully getting a sudden shock as the other
boy's erection pushed the cotton undergarments straight out
of the opening and into his face.
"Ah, yes!" Duo sighed with pleasure as the pressure was
eased, then he looked down at Trowa's wide-eyed shock and
snickered, "Well, Colonel, that helped a lot! Thanks for insisting
on my joining the men here in stripping! I had no idea
that these pants could do so much damage."
Disgusted with himself for being surprised the way that he
had, Trowa stood fluidly back up and regarded Duo with
open annoyance as he, too, began to strip away the
uniform
he'd left on when he had come down to hide in the first place.
"Those pants, Duo, were never meant to have anything worn
under them," Trowa commented dryly and without explaining
his change of mind about undressing. "Next time you borrow
them without asking, try to remember that, okay?"
"Okay!" Duo answered with a bright smile as he stripped off
the shirt
he'd gotten from the TallGeese pilot's wardrobe. He stopped and
took the time to fold up the shirt and lay the leather pants
carefully over a chair and then fell into line with the other naked
pilots to await Trowa's re-inspection now that the "accessories"
were all on display.
The HeavyArms pilot, experienced with a variety of costumes
during his career with the circus, slipped out of the "Junior Nazi"
uniform all too easily and was naked and aroused as he
turned back to look at his friends and lovers once more.
As the slender teen stepped closer to his smaller lover, Wufei
moaned deliciously as Trowa reached out to caress the swollen
nubs trapped in the nipple clamps held together by a chain that
had been driving Wufei crazy since they were placed under his
shirt. With a gentle tug, Trowa elicited another soft groan of
pleasure from the Chinese boy that he swallowed with
an open-mouthed kiss.
"Ah, dragon-mine," Trowa moaned appreciatively, "You look
utterly delectable like this! So sweet, so submissive, so erotic!
I could just eat you up!" The last sentence was said in a
near-whisper and made Wufei groan wantonly as another
gentle tug stimulated the other boy and made them both want
to move directly to the bed in the center of the room.
But Trowa knew he had best pay attention to the others or
this
game would not end well. With a last passionate kiss, he turned from
his Oriental lover to his Arabian one with a rueful smile.
"So, Quatre, what little addition are *you* hiding, as if
I
couldn’t guess?" Trowa teased, trailing one hand down to tickle the
other boy's thighs apart a bit as the other hand stroked
down the curve of his ass.
Atypically, the blond boy blushed as Trowa's questing fingers
struck the broad blunt end of the butt plug that had been driving
him crazy by not sliding in far enough to hit his prostate this entire time.
Quatre moaned as Trowa rocked the small plastic phallus back
and forth in place, adding a sense of motion to the feeling of
being held open and making the smaller teen even more
intent on finding completion soon.
"Oh, please, Trowa," Quatre begged as the other boy pushed
the plug deeper with care, "It's not long enough! Please, oh please,
take it out and give me something more! Give me *you*!"
He begged with sincerity as the other boy continued to tease
him mercilessly, knowing full well that until he either forced
the sex toy deeper or took over himself, Quatre would never
find the full pleasure he needed so badly.
"Soon, love, soon," Trowa finally promised with a lingering
kiss,
but then pulled back a bit with a knowing look. "I will unless you'd
rather I replaced this with another toy that might do the trick far better,
hmm?"
Quatre's eyes had been sliding shut with pleasure before these
words and now they opened widely. "Do you mean it, koi? Do
you really mean it would be okay this time?"
The blond looked utterly thrilled at the hidden promise and
Trowa
nodded with an indulgent smile.
"It'll be okay *this* time, little one," Trowa warned gently,
"Just
don’t go back to your old habit of keeping it in all the time! It's not
safe or healthy. Now, go get your vibrator out of my drawer and let
me replace this," he tugged on the butt plug meaningfully,
"with it, all right?"
"Sure!" The blond grinned and after a quick kiss, he went
back
up the stairs in a rush that made it clear he no longer cared
about the discomfort he felt from the plug since a greater
pleasure awaited him shortly.
"Was that wise, Trowa?" Heero asked in concern. "You
know he couldn’t be trusted the last time you let
him use that thing."
Trowa sighed and shook his head as Wufei moved to embrace
him supportively. "I know, Heero, but now that the five of us
are doing this together more often, I've got you and Duo to
help Fei and me keep track, right?"
"Right!" Duo agreed, moving to embrace his own lover as well.
"We'll
keep an eye on him, too, and besides," he winked at his lover
who was now caressing his aching arousal with clear
desire, "a vibrator *does* kinda fit our theme today."
"We'll all see to it that Quatre's more careful, love," Wufei
added
with a soulful kiss. "But for now, can we move on to the fun part?
My nipples are aching for you to take these damned things off of
me and Heero said that only you should get to do that. Onegai?"
He asked with a tender smile and a hopeful look.
Trowa smiled at him and kissed him briefly before answering,
"Well, I'll be glad to, but shouldn't I do something about that
cock ring of yours, Heero?" He glanced at the other boy's
straining erection that had been held at attention by the band
of gundanium throughout the afternoon's entertainment.
"Nah, I'll do that, Tro," Duo offered and Heero glanced at
the
violet-eyed boy with appreciation and a bit of confusion
even as Trowa walked over to them.
"Isn't that part of the 'colonel's' duties, Duo?" Heero asked,
trying
to recall through his lust-hazed condition what the rest
of the game was to have been.
"Maybe so, Heero," Trowa answered with a gentle smile
and a brief kiss to each of the couple in question, "But
as of now, let's just drop the fantasy and I'll let your lover
take over for me. I'm sure that Duo is far more aware of
your needs in that area than I am."
"Right you are, Colonel!" The braided boy grinned and pulled
his eager lover over to a mound of blankets he'd noticed when
they'd come down the stairs. "I think the floor looks fun today,
koi, what do you think?" He asked playfully.
With a growl of desire, Heero merely pushed Duo down onto
the
nest of cloth with a grin. He had no intention of letting small talk
take up much more of their time and he crawled on top of Duo
with demanding kisses along his torso.
A slight chuckle was heard as Wufei turned to see Quatre come
bouncing down the steps, the infamous vibrator held as if he had
found a long lost friend along with a new tube of lube that they
had all forgotten to bring down initially.
"I'm back!" Quatre proclaimed gleefully and, after a pair
of quick
kisses to his two lovers, he bounced onto the bed. Kneeling in the
center of the bedspread, he looked up eagerly at Trowa and held out
his hands with the lube and sex toy asking, "Now, Trowa? Can you
switch these for me now?"
Wufei snorted in amazement as he, too, went to the bed and
moved
to sit next to his blond lover. As he stroked Quatre's back gently,
he softly reprimanded, "Now, you do realize that this is only
temporary, right? You're expected to give that thing back to us later today,
right?"
A moue of disappointment crossed the blond's face until Trowa
came and wordlessly sat on the other side of him and took the
items from his hands. Trowa gently pressed Quatre to ben
d forward at the waist and the blond eagerly raised his ass
in the air, wiggling with pleasure as he felt fingers removing the
butt plug that had driven him to distraction without giving him
any satisfaction whatsoever. As the plug came free, though
, it was Wufei's fingers that were ready to replace it with a
fresh layer of soothing lube.
The Chinese boy smiled at Trowa as they worked together
to prepare their lover for the vibrator which was soon inserted
to Quatre's distinct excitement. As the long narrow device sank
in to rest comfortably inside the aquamarine-eyed boy's ass, Trowa
went ahead and activated its controls, sending a thrill of motion
along its length.
"YES!!" Quatre cheered suddenly as the stimulation to his
sweet
spot began immediately. "Oh, thank you!" He gushed, kissing both
of the other boys before moving to lay by himself across the foot of
the bed. Almost immediately, Quatre's eyes sank closed happily and
he laid there, one hand wrapped around his own dripping cock
and the other holding the controls, lost in a pleasant world
of sex for one.
"He's easy to please," Duo snickered after watching the other
three getting the blond set up.
"A little too easy to please, I'm afraid," Heero remarked
sullenly,
garnering a glance from his lover. He then added, "You're right,
guys, we *are* going to have to keep an eye on him after this.
He's a little too enthusiastic about that damned thing!"
"I know," Trowa smirked, "The main reason I suggested it,
though, is that sometimes a three-way isn't half as fulfilling as
time shared one-on-one, right, my dragon?"
Wufei peered at him and was suitably surprised by the fact
that
his tricky lover had engineered the situation so that they would
make love as a couple. This was something they were both
quite fond of and that Quatre didn’t particularly mind as long
as he got to be included in some fashion even if it was with
a sex toy on his own in the same bed.
With a shy smile, Wufei finally admitted, "Yes, angel, I do
rather like the feel of only one set of hands on me. Yours, to be
specific," he purred as he received exactly the treatment he was
asking for and they were soon laying on the bed engrossed in deep
kisses and passionate gasps.
The teasing the group had shared previously was now working
to
push them all into a veritable feeding frenzy of sex.
On the floor, Heero and Duo had lost any interest in the others
and were making good progress on driving each other to the edge
quickly with their mouths alone.
These two were in a hurry to discover who could bring the
other off
more quickly in the classic game of shared oral joy better known as "69".
Laying facing each other's straining erections, Heero and Duo took
turns licking and sucking then stopping to see what the other
could do to top the sensations being offered.
In an unexpected act, Duo carefully removed the cock ring
from his lover in an unusual way, wrenching a moan
from Heero's usually silent lips.
"Ah, gods!" He had exclaimed happily when the other boy
had pulled the gundanium ring off with his teeth. None of them
knew where Duo came about such skills, but he never failed to
amaze them and this move was one that nearly destroyed
Heero's hopes of not being the first to climax that
afternoon.
Fighting down the rising tide, the Wing pilot had suddenly
deepthroated Duo's thick cock in an attempt to take
him with him if he did lose it.
"Shit!! Damn, Heero," Duo had gasped in near agony,
"Too much! That's way too much! Aw, crap!" He exclaimed, wriggling
and trying to obey the unwritten rules of this little game which stated
that Duo couldn't withdraw from the other boy's mouth until after he
came, but it was difficult at best.
Heero, unable to keep the teasing torture up for long, was
having
trouble controlling his gag reflex and had to release the suction he
was attempting to create and growled back, "Thanks for the,
um, 'freedom' down there, baka, but that move's a bit much!
Keep that in mind before you beg me for mercy next time!"
Shaking his head in amused disgust, Duo answered before going
back to licking his own luscious snack in long wet swipes,
"And remind me not to do you any favors, Heero! Geez!"
An amused snort followed by some intricate tongue work was
the answer that wrung a moan from the American's throat as they
refocused their energies on things that were more fun than complaining.
At the same time, on the bed, Trowa was enjoying Wufei's
efforts to honor his own request to be taken by his Chinese
lover, something he felt strangely in the mood for after
such an odd afternoon.
Trowa's usual impatience with allowing the other boy to do
this
was eased by the fact that for every time that Wufei's fingers danced
inside himself, the taller teen would indulge in the fun of toying
with the chain attached to the nipple clamps that was still in place.
The golden chain had just enough slack for Trowa to still
reach it in a semi-reclining position and with every gentle tug,
there was a sweet moan as well as a deeper plunge of
the fingers into his body.
"Stop, angel, please stop," Wufei begged as yet again he sank
his hand too deeply for his own tastes, causing him to have
an unfounded fear of hurting his lanky lover.
"N-n-no!" Trowa stuttered happily as he saw sparkles cloud
his
vision as the smaller boy struck his prostate yet again. "Wh-wh-why
would I want to stop making you do *that* to me, love?"
Somewhat angry for being distracted while he was trying to
focus on the serious work of stretching his lover's entrance, Wufei
halted his actions and pulled his hands away, wrenching a moan
of complaint from his taller lover.
"Well, Mr. I-always-get-what-I-want," Wufei rattled off in
a mildly
offended voice. "If you’re not willing to lay still while I do
this, I guess I should just stop, ne?"
If he'd been watching the slight smirk on Trowa's face as
he
said this, Wufei might have been ready for the next move, but as
it was, he was staring at the nipple clamps and wondering how
much longer he'd have to tolerate them and he missed it entirely.
The emerald-eyed teen then moved with amazing quickness and
flipped
the smaller boy onto his back on the bedspread next to Quatre. Trowa
climbed on top of his lover and lowered his head to mimic Duo's actions
with the cock ring by using his teeth to remove the
nipple clamps from Wufei's chest.
"Oh, yes!" Wufei sighed in happiness as he felt the clamps
loosening. Then he realized there were other, less enjoyable
sensations just as Heero had predicted.
"No! Oh… ITAE!!!" Wufei shouted as the blood rushed back
into the tortured nubs of flesh which would bear the marks from
the clamps for some time. As he whimpered and a few tears leaked
out from under long black lashes, Trowa apologetically licked
and tried to soothe the sore spots.
"I'm sorry, koi," Trowa said apologetically between licks.
"But I'll take your mind off it, okay?"
Sniffling and cursing himself for being unmanly about such
inconsequential pain, Wufei nodded and kept his eyes shut as
he felt his lover move to straddle his hips. Just as the Chinese teen
felt the motion of his now highly excited lover beginning to impale
himself on his upthrust erection, he suddenly felt a warm wet mouth
enclosing one of the sore nipples all over again.
Coffee-dark eyes flew open to an erotic vision as he discovered
that Trowa was now sinking down on top of him but a golden head
was nestled against his chest, happily lapping much of the
soreness away for him.
"Quatre?!" Wufei asked and then gasped as he felt Trowa's
smooth buttocks flush against his thighs. "Wh-wh-what
are you doing? I thought you were, uh, um…" he paused and
nearly screamed as Trowa clamped his muscles down on him
with an evil grin cutting off any further remarks quite effectively.
Quatre looked up from what he was doing and moved to kiss
Wufei
sweetly before saying in a voice dripping with pleasure from
the vibrator still buried within him, "I just wanted to play, too,
Wufei. Your cries were utterly delicious!" Darkened aquamarine
eyes took in the glistening tear drops and Quatre moaned as he shifted
the toy within himself to better stimulate his own pleasure centers.
As Trowa began to ride his small lover with wild abandon,
Quatre
pleased himself by stroking his own hardness enjoying Wufei's
whimpers as he lapped at the exquisitely sensitive nipples and the
vibrator sent him closer to the edge.
On the floor, though, the Wing and Deathscythe pilots were
achieving
ecstasy in the fashion they had chosen for themselves.
Duo's head moved in relentless jerks, pulling Heero to the
edge with
suction and tiny nips of needle sharp teeth. Heero, ever single-minded,
had finally worked his muscles loose enough to deepthroat
his lover.
Without warning, he did just that and sucked the other boy hard.
Duo nearly strangled himself as he tried to scream out his
pleasure
when he climaxed yet refused to release his lips sensing his own reward was
imminent.
Heero, mouth busy as he drank down Duo's release, moaned in
helpless joy as his own hips flexed and trembled while he came
in pulses into the elegant mouth which trapped him.
The pair forgot entirely to be competitive and keep track
of
who came first that afternoon. After they had each licked one
another clean, Heero and Duo turned to snuggle together and
kissed deeply, tasting each other in their mouths and realizing
rather quickly that they were not done for the afternoon. They
remained oblivious to the others for quite some time as they
pursued greater pleasures.
On the bed, Quatre was the first of the trio to hit the edge
and with a look of astonishment, he came over his own stroking
hand moaning sweetly, "Ohhh… yes!" before bringing his
mouth back to Wufei's in time to capture the Chinese boy's
cries as he climaxed.
Wufei's back arched up off the bed as he spilled his seed
deeply into Trowa's body above him and the sensations all
three shared were intensely private regardless of this
seemingly public display of sexuality.
Trowa watched his two lovers' faces twist in the throes of
bliss and then joined them despite the fact that his own
erection had remained virtually untouched. There was nothing in the
world that could rival the unmitigated sexual joy he found in
seeing his precious loves find completion together.
Neither Trowa nor Wufei would complain about Quatre's unexpectedly
joining them, it had brought the trio together in a new arrangement
that seemed fulfilling to each of them and they finally collapsed
together on the bed.
Before Trowa could say a word to Quatre about the matter,
the blond removed the now deactivated vibrator and dropped
it onto the floor. With a shy smile, the blond pulled up the
blankets and rolled over to embrace his two lovers, Wufei warmly
snuggled between himself and Trowa. The tallest of the three gave
an encouraging nod to Quatre and the aquamarine eyes slid shut
happily as he realized that being allowed to play with his
favorite toy would be far more likely now and that was more
than enough for him at that point.
Heero was quietly tempting Duo with tiny touches and whispers
in his ear even as Quatre and Wufei began to doze off. Trowa watched
the couple on the floor with mild amusement before he, too, rolled
over and allowed himself to drift into slumber.
Teasing over the "Junior Nazi" uniforms had brought about
a
spectacular afternoon of sex and all five Gundam pilots silently
agreed that there would be no need for further argument over
their temporary presence in their lives.
Trowa's time as "Costume Manager", however, was now limited.
No thanks to OZ, the five teens would be moving on soon and there
was time left for only one more session in their beloved dungeon.
Heero Yuy had yet to take center stage but he would do so very
soon as the "Special Effects Coordinator" for the final celebration
in their beloved dungeon.
~OWARI~
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