BREATHING METHODS

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CaRdIaC ArReSt – PaRt 3

The Tag-Team – Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner

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I'd like to say that Duo and me were valiant in this little quest for a - threesome. Ohmigod, I actually thought the word threesome, and it's a lot scarier than it had sounded when I was as hard as nails. I imagined that I wasn't a coward and actually did something manly for this whole situation for once. That we stampeded into the front hall, eyes blazing, hands clenching, but striding bravely forward and grabbing Quatre by the nape of his neck and doing all sorts of wonderfully naughty things to him. Probably with assorted foodstuffs, except that would be wishful thinking to say the least.

But Duo doesn't like lying that much at all, so I should probably tell the truth. God, the truth sucks.

Because, y'know, the truth was us dithering in the garden out the front of the building, fretting like mad and running around like headless chickens. Not the kinda thing you want to be retelling to your other conquests at a later date, at any rate.

Not the kinda thing I wanna remember, either. And it had seemed like such a great idea at the time…

Eventually we settle onto the brick wall I had sat on when I had talked at Trowa a couple of weeks ago, in this gloomy sort of silence that won't seem to lift. I have my hands clasped between my knees, staring blankly at the far city lights, while he drums his feet slowly against the wall, whistling a cracked and broken tune under his breath and looking up at the night sky.

This continues for maybe half an hour. I've never lost an erection so fast in my life.

So, it was no wonder I perk up so much when he turns to me in all seriousness, planting his hands on his knees and giving himself this sort of mental shake that translated to the physical. His smile was cheeky in this subdued kind of way, and I was grateful when he slowly drew my arm from between my legs and clasped it in his, this sort of warmth just beaming from him in waves, heat that melted the icy nervousness away – nearly totally, to boot. God, he can be so sweet, my boy.

"He can always just say no. That's probably the worse that can happen, right?"

I gape. That simple, huh?

Maybe…maybe it can be.

Knowing that Quatre was a sex maniac helped that decision factor quite a bit, and I don't complain as Duo leads us inside the suddenly foreboding building, keeping me so close to his side his braid thumps my waist with every slow footstep. The elevator took eons to travel its way up to the fifth floor, all the while the braided pilot watching the floor monitor anxiously. I snort. So much for not being afraid of Psycho Grandma.

"We'll approach this like any plan of attack" he intones in a low voice, as if the moment after we stepped out of the elevator was something momentous, and sacred. Considering that I'm nearly having a heart attack just catching a glimpse of the front door made that possibility seem highly appropriate. "I mean, we could subdue him with a stun gun, tie him down if he's already asleep…"

I quirk a brow, but a familiar quicksilver grin flashes at me as Duo blows his bangs off his sweaty forehead in a gesture I found sweetly endearing. God, he can give all of them a run for their money in terms of sheer cuteness, sometimes. "Or, like I said, we could just ask. Knowing how he looked just before we left is actually helping me think this idea's a good one, after all."

"Yeah, he'd just got his dick sucked" I say breezily, ignoring that weird, choking snort of his he calls a laugh as I start to march slowly up the hall. Very slowly. Not that I'm severely terrified and almost manic with fear, of course. "I think I said once, to you as I recall, that having your dick sucked can be a pretty mind-blowing experience. I don't begrudge him that at all."

He was shaking his head as he caught up to my side in a couple of quick bounds, full of that enviable energy that left me tired just watching him for any lengthy amount of time. His expression was a mixture of amusement and just a trace of confusion; bright cobalt eyes made a quick study of my face, becoming a little tense around the edges as he noticed my expression. Okay, so acting blasé was never my strong suit, but I hate that he's even more likely than even Quatre to look past it and see the seething currents beneath.

I deliberately turned my head away, a little unsure of his scrutiny, but let him entwine our hands and fingers together as we approached the palm at the end of the hall, right next to Apartment 55. I took a brief moment to feel a simple happiness in the fact that we could do that so easily now, all of us; that I could be pushed against or down on any available surface, kisses wrung with haste due and not and then let go with tired grins or battle-manic smiles that set my blood to boiling. All without a second thought, no second-guessing, with me never being second to anything.

That major boost to the ego sometimes has me masturbating furiously while sitting on the toilet more often than the lusty contacts.

…Actually, it's nearly always the ego.

I'm starting to think I may be a little warped in my sexuality.

There was almost silence as we reached the entrance, me staring at the door in a kind of horrified fascination, and I nearly jump out of my skin as the gentlest of kisses landed on the side of my neck.

Duo has very rarely been serious in front of any of us, the longhaired pilot preferring to fill whatever uncomfortable silence there was with laughter and brevity. But the few times caught outside the freedom this behavior allowed, he was a sobering, private individual, and it was this side of him that gently turned me around, hands lax around my waist but with the tiniest edge that I immediately responded to.

Instinct, kink, call it what you will, but with Duo I was a little bit more affectionate than with the others. Daily make out sessions with Trowa and Heero were almost a given, the boys having more control with their sexual impulses, not needing a climactic release to be assured of my somewhat misplaced affections on them all. Duo, however, was a needy, affectionate, greedy bastard, typically American, who loves to just touch sometimes. I think it might be another ones of those times, as I notice his breathing steadily getting faster, his lids lowering to give him that smoky, half-undone look I find so suitable on him.

However, what he says next blew any misconceptions I may have had about his personality out of the water. Possibly out of the atmosphere.

"Don't think that Quatre would ever allow himself to regard you as just an outlet, 'cos that's never gonna happen, buddy." He smothered my gasp with an urgent, smothering kiss, lashing his tongue against my lips as his hands and arms entwined behind my back, giving me support as my knees buckled at the sheer truth and knowledge his mobile face held. This miserable, sort of choked whine escape me then, his own face twisting in mirrored discomfort as I turned away again, because I'm…I'm…

"Oh don't be scared, Fei. Don't be scared of this. You should have seen the way he watched you, the way he moved when he was sure you couldn't see, he wants you so badly…wants you, not an empty vessel, not a convenient-" And at this his eyes screw up in a pain I could have never before imagined from him, a self disgust filled with such volumes it made the gorge rise in my throat. "Not like I believed, that first time. The way you wanted me to believe it."

I bite my lip so hard it splits, blood spilling inside my mouth as I turn away, anything not to face…that entreaty…that vulnerability… "It's the way it should be," I whisper, softly, sadly. More than a little regretfully, which surprises me so much I twitch away from him a little. Gentle hands force me to look, again and again, as he reassures me with every fiber he has, with the gentle kisses being rained down across my skin like blessings.

And he was too sweet for words. Any man who can ignore another man having the sads because he's nervous about a little nookie can go up for sainthood, in my humble opinion. He even let me use his hankie to blow my nose, the softy.

Heh, he really is a sweetie. Never will admit it, though.

It took maybe five minutes for us to both calm down – c'mon, with our bodies pressed so close together, I'd be a fool not to note him trembling as well – so when Quatre cleared his throat, neither of us jumped a foot in the air like we wanted to.

Well, Pilot 02 certainly tried to climb out of his skin, but the hands I had clasped to his ass sort of nullified that possibility. Glued would be a more suitable term, actually, I guess. That boy has serious buns of yummy, if you pardon the implied 'I would never say that in a million years'. Because I wouldn't, y'know.

…Still, they are very yummy…

So here it is, this tableau of somewhat charged awkwardness; Duo lounging against me now, over his small shock and looking every inch the charming devil we've all come to expect him to be. Quatre, clad in nothing but a pair of pale blue boxers, arms crossed across his chest as he leans against the doorframe smugly, aqua eyes sleepy but strangely keen and alert, as well. Me, poised between them, a little sweaty with nerves and with my head hanging kind of low, but the proof of my cock finding this whole thing very interesting is definitely starting to show through the cotton, chest heaving, thighs flexing, the works.

And then Psycho Grandma comes back for her poor forgotten box of Depends.

Joy.

30 seconds later has us barricaded inside Quatre and Trowa's bedroom, with Duo pushing the tiny dresser under the doorknob. Quatre stood behind him, that little sprint having doubled him over with ridiculous ease, while I hung out nervously by the foot of Trowa's bed, curiously eyeing the small knick-a-brack the boys had picked up since we began our stay here, two months ago.

It was easy to know which bed was Trowa's, by the way. There's only so much you can do to get grease out of sheets, and judging by the dark smears across the fabric at foot and hand height, it's not hard to guess. The duck motif kinda surprised me, so I have a silent little giggle at the availability of stuff in second hand shops, before the even more silent…er, silence, at the other side of the room, snaps my attention like a laser back onto my targets.

Yeah, so it doesn't take me as long as it used to, to get over the odd panic attacks. It's only natural to build up immunity, yeah? Get off my case.

So yeah, my targets. Looking even more delectable than a mobile dole base sitting unguarded and pretty in a mountain range, my favorite site of attacks. Flames rush easier uphill, as you well know, and some very special types of heat were beginning to show in certain…sensitive areas, if you get my drift. I could have never imagined that these two, together, would ever…

Duo's acting nonchalant again, like he usually does when he doesn't want anyone to know what he's thinking. Perched carelessly on top of the dresser, legs crossed at the knee, one foot swinging lazily and letting the faint light catch in an arc over the toe of his shoe. I know he deliberately left his eyes in shadow, but I could still see a faint sparkle as his gaze swung between me, Quatre and the bed, lips quirking up in a little grin at my stillness.

I licked my lips as he deliberately let a hand drop into his lap, adjusting himself, and the small movement caught Quatre's attention and lets me study his profile as he swings around with wide eyes. I wince as his hand lifts, to cover his chest in a purely defensive move, but I gasp as the movement pulls all his muscles taut – tight, against his skin, rippling with the small move and making my mouth water like it had never had before. Blue flickered back to me then; pinning me to the ground as that hard light of his returned, assessing the situation from all the angles he could infer at this moment in time. Two breaths caught, as he studied us; two hearts pounded as he tensed like a cornered animal, slightly dropping into a crouch as his fist clenched over his heart.

I could say that I acted like a braver man would, at that moment. That I swaggered across the room like I owned the damn thing, and these pretty little things were trespassers in my own little slice of paradise. Of course, when it comes to these things, I seem to have used up all my audacity in attacking Duo that first night, so I kinda just went with instinct instead.

I close my eyes.

I let my hands drop to my side – I swear, I didn't even realize they had covered my mouth until I tried to take a breath.

And then I turn my back on both of them.

It takes more effort than I realize, y'know, to pretend that you're the only person in a room when there are others present. Harder to ignore the fact that this weirdly charged air still lingered, making my pulse throb in my throat as my muscles twitched, as if trying to escape. But somehow I forced my body to remember years upon years of training, perfect stillness and grace, as I pretended to study the bed and give myself a moment to think.

Yeah, Quatre had been nice enough to explain his previous situations with me; sometimes making me a little jealous that his sexuality could evolve so naturally and effortlessly, like sex was a perfectly normal part of life. Heh, I know it is now, but hang-ups are hang-ups. And I knew Duo's little deliberate move had thrown him, not expecting such an erotic display mere seconds after escaping the Cane of Doom and all that entire thing implies.

But a part of me sensed the air as precious, as well. Full of a quiet hope, not quite an expectancy. That this could swell, and include all of us in a wave that hopefully wouldn't drown us all.

That might have been all me, but I'm kinda hoping it's them as well.

Hmm…it's an interesting theory. But enough of that.

Okay, so back to the plan.

Duo couldn't keep quiet for long, starting to fidget as I stand stock still at the foot of Quatre's bed, and I didn't even wince as he cracked his knuckles, a nervous move I know well from him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Quatre had backed up against the wall, leaning back so his shoulders pressed firmly to the plaster, hips thrust forward as he picked up on the waves of energy seeming to cross between us in meaningless patterns. His breath whistled between slightly parted pink lips; eyes the colour of the slow water off a golden beach watched me with a nervously sinful intensity.

I 'wearily' scanned the crumpled sheets at the end of the small single bed; my lips curled up in a bit of a sneer as I leaned closer, smelling the musk of a sleeping man permeating every inch of the material, and my cock swelled a little as the indent of a body who lies still while they slept caught my eye, letting me know Quatre slept curled on his side most night, one arm tucked up just underneath his chin as the other disappeared somewhere under his pillow. Such an innocent position. How very like Pilot 04.

It's when the second scent hits that I know I've made the right decision in following instinct. Because all my plans go out the window when I smell something a little…familiar.

A little closer to home, if you're male.

It hits me like a bullet, and basic motor function goes out the window as my eyes widen so fast everything blurs for a moment into black and white, my knees failing as I moan against unprepared throat muscles, the sound hideous with suddenly ravenous need.

God, I can smell it. I can smell it. In this bed he's touched himself, he's rubbed against these ugly paisley sheets, hard cock clasped in his hand or sliding against the mattress. He's let his hair muss against that slightly singed pillow as his hips thrust shallowly, random images of how he bites his lips, the way his face creases when he's close to orgasm flooding my inner eye and giving my cock the go ahead. The shaky sound that escaped me then would have been embarrassing, if I hadn't already stuffed a hand inside my pants, gripping tight as orgasm thunders inside my veins, threatening to explode already. There's noise behind me, a groan of dismay or delight as I shudder weakly, panting suddenly as lust throttles me and sweat prickles under my arms as I propel myself onto the bed properly with one arm and unsteady legs.

"Ladies and gentleman, I present to you: Prem Jac Fei, fastest gun in the east."

"Oh God, Duo, go fuck yourself," I moan as Quatre lets out this keening little giggle, still nervous but becoming more comfortable as I continue to have my little episode of lusty confusion. See, my hormones, plus the undoubtedly ripe scent of a teenager on the constant verge of whipping it out and playing with it at the dinner table sorta sends all my considerable senses into overdrive.

And yes, my senses were at war with each other, and of course my nose was armed with thermonuclear devices. It was better than the smell of the iodine coating my face, at any rate.

"You know I have a better idea than that, Wu-babe," the braided pest snickers darkly, as he slithers off the dresser like a damn serpent. Me and Quatre both watch him warily as he does his 'horny walk' over to the foot of the bed; incidentally, this put him about a foot behind me, and therefore out of my line of sight. However, I can see the look on Quatre's face, and he's undoubtedly staring at Duo in rapt confusion. "Well, well, well, 'Fei. You have a pretty neck, I ever tell you?"

If he's doing bunny ears behind my head, at this point in the game, I swear to god I will fucking castrate him.

But that's just me being defensive. You nearly always are when you realize that you misjudged something pretty badly in the first place, and I've done that about fifty three times since breakfast.

I bite my lip, staring blankly as I do what I should have done all along; that first moment when we had landed at the site, the way he had swaggered, his demeanor, his actions…tonight was gonna be his show. Duo was calling the shots. And by the slowly blossoming understanding in Quatre's very body language, I can guess this reign won't be a one-sided affair.

And me?

Well, I'll be doing my very best to survive this thing with an intact sense of humor, because this waiting is driving me nuts. Carrot Top nuts, even.

But also…

A much harder thing. Thinking of myself as more of a passive observer than a participant. Being able to withstand the passions of two of my fellow terrorists – as we are still, after a fashion – and survive the night with my body and my mind intact.

Because Quatre is very good at adapting to situations, given a bit of time. And the wolfish grin spreading across his innocent face is giving me that skin crawling sensation in the best possible way.

They both blinked as I pointed a finger at them both, whirling around to accuse Duo first, and then letting it wander back to Quatre, poking him in the chest until he winced and stopped staring at the hand I had shoved down my pants.

"There are rules for this, I'll have you know. No biting, kicking, swearing, fighting-"

"Yes, mom," Duo sighed, looking very much put upon and rolling his eyes heavenward. His tapping foot made a growl rise inside my throat before I could stop it, and Quatre looked highly amused as he watched me crawl up the bed. "It'd be kinda fun to bite, you know…"

"-No shoving, teasing, tearing, no unprepared sex, no cutting, fisting, watersports-"

Quatre snorted, crossing his arms across his chest and doing his very best to look unimpressed, while Duo got that look – the one that goes with the huge, neon question mark seeming to hang overhead as if to say 'yush, me stupids'? Yeah, that one. Okay. I guess we'll need to educate him one day, but until then having an ignorant death god in the bedroom was a much safer plan than the alternative.

"And most of all…"I trailed off, picking nervously at the hem of my shirt as they both sat gingerly on the bed, Duo at the foot and Quatre at the side. "Just, don't…God, I don't know how to explain it, but just let me…"

"We'll take it easy, Fei," Duo smiled warmly, past the nervous tic and the trembling hands. Joy.

And a small grin and a nod from Quatre sort of sealed the whole deal.

My heart started to pound as I realized that this was actually happening.

Jesus Christ.

We were there for a long time, locked inside a tragic sort of moment. The breath kept catching in my throat. My palms sweated and I gasped a little when Duo shifted lazily, as if he was stretching – a sinful movement I couldn't tear my gaze away from. I continued to lose what was left of my mind as he laid himself down carefully on the wrinkled sheets, braid flung to the side so it wasn't caught beneath his weight. Duo smiled when his fingertips brushed against mine, sweeping back and forth slowly. A startling touch on my ankle drew me to Quatre's honest gaze, the blonde pilots breath easing and becoming deeper as he started to run that hand along the hem of my pants, tickling my calf.

I felt the lust seep into me then, as if I was a glass jar slowly being lowered into the warmest of bath waters, a gentle sensation that was vicious in its intensity none the less. I can't believe this is happening. The awkward movements, as I crept up a little on the bed, closer to Duo's sweet, open face. My boys took a moment to compose themselves, as hands entwined with mine; I felt like a bridge connecting an unimaginable gap, as they lost their focus on me to gaze warily at each other. Quatre was the first to look away, but I gasped as I noticed the obviously swelling bulge in his pants.

We hadn't even kissed, and already my cock was trying to climb out the top of my underwear. I couldn't find it in myself to care though, no matter what they would snigger about afterwards.

The anticipation alone was nearly enough to quench my sudden cravings.

It was the bravado that came with that knowledge that let me clamber until I was on all fours over Deathscythe's pilot, feeling his heat radiate up to me as I wedge my knees either side of his narrow hips. The burning desolation of the pure, unforced desire in his unguarded gaze wrung a strangled moan out of me, and Quatre huffed a breath alongside my cheek as he swung his weight into my side, leaning against me as he rose to all fours as well.

There was silence, as I traced a thumb over Duo's lips, his hand letting go of mine to run hesitantly over my shoulder, up and over so a steady hand gripped the back of my neck in his burning palm. "Oh fuck," he whimpered, bucking his hips a little as Quatre moaned out his frustrations at the angle, closing his mouth over my ear in an open mouthed kiss. Electricity quivered through me and pooled like a brand inside my lower gut as he stabbed his tongue into the whorls, eyes slipping closed as I grunted at the almost-painful-shockingly-sensitive reaction as my nerves started singing Hallelujah and requesting Mai-tais. The long whine that escaped me as he did it again, and again caused all three of us to shake, the sound becoming more high pitched as Duo suddenly lost what little patience he had, right hand slamming down on my ass as he grinded up and into me fiercely.

Oh god, this was going too fast. Way too fast. Underneath my sudden exhilaration was a stab of pure fear, fear I masked well as I tried my best to grind back with suddenly boneless limbs.

"Take them off" Quatre growled into my ear, breath cooling the saliva and making me twitch in new and interesting ways as he leaned all his weight over my back, crushing my hips against Duo's again as he ran his tongue over my still clothed back. The heat and moisture even through the cloth was making my eyes roll back in my head even as the panic threatened to stop my heart, and fire prickled through my skin as I felt his tongue slide up to meet when Duo's hand still urged my neck down towards him.

The startled snort Duo let forth let me confirm the sensation; little flicks of a clever tongue as Quatre teased the skin surround Duo's fingers, every now and then disappearing though the wet, heavy sounds continued, the sounds of a busy moth at work. Duo gasped each time, louder and louder, making his eyes widen as be both craned to turn our heads and look at the deranged boy at the same time.

Burning aquamarine, like the fires of hell itself, offered no apology. He even smiled as he sucked Duo's finger off my back with the second most obscene popping noise I have ever heard in my life. Duo swore. I grinned. "God, Quatre," I muttered through my shock and unease and sudden almost-orgasm, "can you do that to my ass? Seriously? Please?"

The world stopped.

I've never seen somebody freeze like that before, ands the both of them doing it at once gave me the most dizzying sensation of shock – time even seemed to skip a beat. And I knew it must have been a pretty horrible experience for them, because every muscle in my body clenched as well as the almost unrecognizable timbre of my voice shattered the moment. Possibly beyond repair.

I sounded absolutely, positively terrified. Voice shaking, words cracking, the works. Shit.

After a very, very, very long moment, Quatre unpeeled himself from my back, eyes wide as I trembled over a suddenly anxious Duo. Whose hand was still clasped to my ass, by the way.

I did it again. Scared myself silly, and all because I felt a little out of my depth. This sounds eerily familiar…

My head drifted lower and lower, weighted down by the hand on my neck, until my forehead was buried in an angular shoulder and my hips were raised above me. I couldn't imagine the sight I presented, all bent over like that, still panting as I tried to ease the panic clouding my lungs. And it wasn't like it had been too much, either, because it had been enjoyable. Their touches had excited me; there was no question of that, my pulsing cock still straining against my underwear as I sweated out the fever in my skin.

It was just…

"We're not stopping" I grated out, feeling slightly vindicated as they jumped. I lifted my head slowly, eyes blurring until they focused on wide, panicked cobalt, and I forced a feral grin between my clenched teeth as Duo mouthed meaningless words at me, obviously unsure of how to deal. "As I said earlier, just let me. Let me touch you."

I swung my gaze to Quatre's, and snatched his hand as he leaned back at the ferocity of my gaze, paling slightly as he did a weird sort of shuffling dance backwards. "Let me suck you. Lick you, bite you…"

Duo huffed out a whine, hand leaving my ass to scratch at his ribs as he shifted nervously under me. "I thought you said no…?"

"I didn't lie." I blinked. "I just…I don't know."

"You do want this, don't you? Because we can stop. We – I would never force you to do something you would never want to do," Quatre said in a low tone, fidgeting nervously as he pulled a pillow onto his lap. I could actually feel my eyes soften as I stared at these boys, these wondrous men who would put up with me despite my obvious insanity.

I mean, come on. Who would honestly pass up an invitation like this?

"Just don't…crowd me."

They both blinked. And then narrowed at the same time, and I knew they could understand exactly what I meant. To be hemmed in like that, no escape route, to be presented with only the one option and not finding it quite agreeable…we've all spent time behind OZ prison bars. And, as far as I know, only Duo and me have ever been treated to the hospitality of an interrogation room. My interrogator was actually a lovely lady. Gertrude. Smelled like decaying flesh and peach air freshener, liked whips.

"Ohhhh" Quatre said softly, and then grinned as he flung the pillow to the other side of the room, Duo tracking the process. He missed the moment my eyes narrowed, gaze drawn to the way the blonde teenager just flung himself back easily onto the ugly paisley sheets, hand absently rubbing the front of his boxers. God, talk about easy, eh? But there was a question in the set of his mouth, and that strange, debilitating fear seemed to exit – stage, right, all at once. Gone. Pooft.

"How about you just have a look at me, for a bit?" the blonde demon disguised as our fellow pilot breathed, licking his lips in a quick sweep as the rubbing became a bit more deliberate. The outline of his cock was clearly visible, fingertips dancing along the head and tapping their way down to right between his legs, twitching the material in a pincer grip as I gaped like a landed carp. Burning blue exploded in a gaze so heated I felt like the whole room could ignite if it continued even just a few seconds more. "Hmmm? You want to, yes?"

"I can't get how you can still talk like a yuppie while you do that" Duo muttered, pushing himself up on his elbows as Quatre did the same on one, until I was kneeling on the mattress between them, gaze swinging as little tremors of excitement started to fill my belly in a way like never before.

Quatre snorted, shifting his sights onto Duo as the skinny pilot swung himself up beside me, pressing into my side and flinging one arm around my shoulders as I shuddered at the sight of that pale, delicate hand slipping almost demurely under the hem of those suddenly annoying underpants. Blondie politely ignored Duo's small, rapturous sound as that hand shaped a larger bulge, straining the stitches as he slowly jacked himself off right in front of us. "Uncouth civilian scoundrels have no inclinations to ever begin to understand…"

"Oh my god shut the hell up and – mmphh." Duo gasped as I groped my own hand down between his suddenly spreading thighs, pants annoying but somehow scandalous as I rubbed at his erection, turning quickly so I could sink my mouth onto his neck in a feral, open bite. He growled as his own arms snaked around me in a crushing grip, braid swing to the side as he titled his head so he could lick his way to my mouth, hands greedy as they drank in all the wrinkles in my silk shirt, trying to imprint them into my skin. "That's pretty" Quatre murmured, panting softly, and Duo broke away with a gasp, watching the blonde with wary eyes as his hand slowly sped up, slick sounds starting to emerge from the movement as precum no doubt began to wet his length.

As you can no doubt imagine, my tongue was currently somewhere around my knees and enjoying every minute of it at that point. Sometimes I wonder if certain parts of my anatomy are a bit more perverted than others…

…and yes, there is no need for me to continue that line of thought, don't you think?

"So….um….what exactly are we, uh, doing here? Tonight?" I swear to god, Duo blushed the brightest red I've ever seen as we both turned on him with incredulous stares, but he somehow managed to carry his embarrassment into a sweet look of sheepishness as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, Wufei had like, the greatest idea imaginable on the bus…"

"You nearly made him drive into that newsagents, screeching like that" I muttered, and Quatre laughed breathlessly as he shifted restlessly, hand still languidly moving but slow enough so that he could still focus on the conversation. "So I take it the idea has me kinda like this, huh…?"

"More than a little like that" Duo breathed, shifting restlessly himself, nervous but randy and utterly delectable, a look of consternation painting his face in shadow. "It all depends on whether or not we can do this, if you know what you mean."

Quatre looked at him for a long moment, hand stilling as the seriousness of what we were about to do smothered the excitement, made him rethink the situation. Not that I hadn't been thinking about it nearly the entire time, unable to barely formulate it into thoughts, let alone words. To upset a balance so delicate as the one that exists between us five - it's so crass as to be unimaginable. I had been unbelievably lucky so far, not to have done so myself, with everything that had happened since that first night. That first frightening, wonderful, uniquely singular night that had changed my life in ways that seemed at once permanent and yet superfluous and callously shallow.

But this was different. This may have been asking too much yet again, was my thought, as my fellow pilots stilled to unblinking statues, a weird effigy laid out in an ugly little bedroom as they stared each other down like lone predators who had just stumbled upon a fresh carcass and was wondering if it would be worth the fight to grab that mouthful.

Of course, the moment snapped when I started to strip, already knowing the outcome and maybe a little too selfish to actually care what might happen after alls said and done. Quatre bit his lip as my shirt landed awkwardly on the small bedside table, Duo reaching a hand out unthinkingly to steady the small lamp it had nearly upset as I gasped out an inpatient enquiry. "I don't think I care" Quatre said slowly, cautiously, eyes flicking back to Duo for a moment, and I caught the flash of white, even teeth out of the corner of my eye as the braided man grinned viciously. "Neither do I, mate. Get your kit off and let's do this."

Of course, the small child in me was screaming in delight at this point, but that's neither here nor there. Because of the naked skin slowly being bared as they followed my lead and started to strip – Quatre played with the hem again, but actually seemed more interested on having someone take them off for him - apart from the blood flowing in a flood to my now aching cock, nothing didn't really seem to matter anymore…

Fucking hell, I am one lucky bastard.

Despite living in a fairly modern apartment complex, it doesn't mean everything is reliable. Take the boiler room for instance. It powered the hot water, converted the buildings waste, all those lovely modern things. What it probably wasn't meant to do was channel directly into the air conditioning ducts, but their you go.

So despite this being the hottest seen I've seen for a while, the actual temperature was more than a delight as I bared my twitching skin to the muggy air. Lethargic pleasure danced through my nerves but its teeth were sharp and hooked, trembling in the pit of my stomach, cascading in waves down into an almost infuriating sort of twitch. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck so bad I could barely taste it, and the almost instant loss of control should have frightened me more than it did, because there was no flicker of panic as I laid myself down over Quatre's shining white body, sweat slicking us chest to chest as I closed my hungry mouth over his in a surpassingly dominant kiss.

Hands instantly slid up my back; my breath caught in my throat and my cock twitched against a mirroring erection as Duo's slid along the path and sometimes overlapped the paths the blonde had taken. Hips twitched involuntarily against my flank as Duo stretched long limbs out behind me, rocking comfortably on his knees as he position his cock against my lower back, biting his way along one shoulder blade as his hands planted themselves deep into the sheets and twisted them closer towards us.

It shouldn't have worked as simply as it did, this simple slide from tentative agreement into full play, but the lust in me was greedy and gluttonous, crying out in hollow tones as their bodies answered mine and rose to the occasion magnificently.

Besides, the look on Quatre's face when Duo's knees nudged him in unexpected areas was totally worth it. But the look after that….

"Quatre…" I panted along his skin as long limbs trembled restlessly beneath me, elbows crooked as he ran his palms along the sides of my neck, thumbs smoothing the line of my jaw and catching the drops of sweat that were forming there. He stared back up at me almost guiltily, lips parted and teeth glinting as he flashed me a tired smile. I could see the way his eyelashes clumped together, still dusty with sleep even after all the excitement, noticing for the first time a looseness to his body that hadn't been there earlier in the day.

"You kinda wore me out earlier, sweet," he hissed, hips rising sharply against mine once, twice, as Duo settled himself heavily on the both of us, pressing my groin down and bowing my back as I flinched into a bite to the back of my neck. "I've been thinking about it all day, the way you almost sucked me dry…"

Well, that wrenched a groan out of me, sudden tingling in my palm answering an unbearable want as I flipped to the side, ignoring the indignant squawk this resulted in as Duo fell to the other side of the blonde boy, but they both gasped as I clutched the greediest part of me, cradling my cock in my palm as I snuffled into the pillow like a deranged beast "Mmmmph." So sue me, I'm still a teenager. I'm allowed to have moments of weirdness and self pleasure.

Ok, y'know what? Shut up.

Over the small shock, Duo laughed as he bounced back into a kneeling position, nudging Qat with his elbows as he leaned over him to smack a noisy kiss on my chest. "Thirsty boy."

Quatre leered, whispering touches against the both of us as he continued to lay there like some sort of martyr, legs pressed close together but arms flung wide to embrace the both of us as he curled them around and over our waists. And as far gone as I was, I couldn't help but notice the tepidness he had when it came to handling the Deathscythe pilot, even though a true desire was there in the touch. "You have no idea. Maybe he'll be a good little boy and decide to have a taste of you…"

"Stop calling me boy and speaking about me like I'm not here. Its rude." Unrepentant grins challenged my slightly irate mumble, and I sighed as I laid down next to Quatre, curled over and above him as I let my nose nuzzle the crown of his head. "Tell me you have lube, Winner" I whispered quietly, the ache almost unbearable at the sight of so much flesh, so much skin, and it was all there and mine for the taking and –

And Quatre's shining blue eyes softened as he tilted his head back to look at me, hands reaching over to stroke once down my side before curling in a loose grasp over my waist, fingers trailing against my hipbones. "You forget me, Chang. I'm ready for you now."

That's about the time when my brain imploded.

Two pairs of eyes flashed wide as I keened, miserable and mindless as my whole body jolted and clenched down tight, hands suddenly nerveless as I bolted into an upright position, fumbling with Quatre's stupid boxers and they wouldn't move and I couldn't breathe and everything was too tight my skin my clothes oh god….

"Wu-babe, shhh, calm down" Duo growled in my ear as he leaned closer to me, Quatre's fingers still listlessly dragging along his back as he closed his hands over mine, the blondes eyes shutting as his lips parted and his head tilted back. "Here, I'll help you, take it easy….breathe…"

"Can't, can't, can't…"

"Yes you can."

And he helped me drag them down those pale white legs, both of us only noticing now the dampness everywhere, the sticky residue of lube clinging to my skin and to his as we shucked Quatre of the last remnants of modesty like shucking a poor oyster from its shell. It didn't look like he minded, though. And Duo certainly didn't seem to mind as I pressed desperate kisses to his smirking mouth, taking reassurance and even giving it as the excitement in the air seemed to burn everything it touched.

And then I remembered that Quatre was naked, so my wide eyes locked onto his proud, rosy cock, and instantly my mouth started to water.

They both huffed as I carefully planted my knees, one between Quatre's legs and the other pressed close to Duo's flank as I arched my back over, and then Pilot 04 nearly screamed as I sunk my mouth down to the root. I was out of control, careless with teeth and scrabbling hands, but Quatre's fingers instantly curled around the back of my head, pushing down as his whole body seemed to channel all movement directly into his hips as he sobbed out a moaning breath and started to stroke his cock along my tongue, leaving bitter trails of salt and sweetness. Duo was gasping next to me, trembling, and I retained enough of myself to stroke my fingertips in-between his spread legs, running up the underside of his burning hot erection and clasping it tight in my hand as I swallowed down pulsing jets of precome.

Brain gone. Possibly forever. Oooh, a vein, pulsing nicely under my tongue and…

Scent of man and men and skin, as Quatre let out a sobbing whimper and flung his legs wide, knee crashing into Duo's and making him hiss…

Cock in hand and mouth, and my own throbbing nicely in the center of me, gut churning as my breath whistled through my nose and stirred the platinum curls I could barely see as my eyes crossed…

And then Quatre jackknifed as my mouth left him for a moment, and I could see all the way down, past his twitching privates to the swollen and stretched center of him, and I was shocked into stillness.

"Come on" he sobbed, breathing high and whispery as every part of him seemed to tremble uncontrollably, both me and Duo silent and motionless as a vision of debauchery almost glared up at us with aquamarine eyes like living flame, and I could hear Duo's swallow click in his throat as he finally understood how far this was going to go. But by this point I was beyond caring, panting as I did a stupid thing and pulled Quatre's thighs over my shoulders in one fluid motion and stabbed my tongue inside him. Y'know, because I honestly didn't know what else to do.

As I said, a stupid thing. Because that's when all hell broke loose.

AN:...yeah, so part 3's still being written. Sorri Sorri Sorri! To all those wonderful people whove reviewed, thanks so much for sticking with me! Hopefully a few more chapters to go and we'll be wrapped up here.