The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 05
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Without straightening or turning around, Wufei reached back with his paddle and smacked the hand fondling his rear.
He ignored the squeal that resulted and reached forward over the side of the small speedboat again, bent almost double.
"Damned onnas," he grumbled under his breath, grabbing the last enormous tea leaf and pulling it away from the tug's rudder. He straightened at last, and waved to the captain of the larger boat. The tug's engine roared, the nets tightened, and the last of the gigantic tea plant was hauled out of the harbour.
He turned back to the controls of the speedboat he had comandeered, loftily ignoring the twinkling blue eyes of Sally Po, the boat's owner, who had insisted on riding with him.
He gripped his paddle more firmly. He would not be intimidated by an onna, no matter how uncomfortable she made him when she ran her eyes leisurely over his body.
He stepped forward and swung one leg over the back of the driver's chair, sliding down to sit on the seat. He also sat on Sally's hand, which had somehow managed to insinuate itself under his bottom while he had been loftily ignoring her.
Wufei gritted his teeth. He would *not* leap back up like some foolish child's-toy, as this annoying woman so obviously wanted him to do.
Keeping his face and movements controlled, Wufei restarted the speedboat and began piloting it back to the dock. He would not react to her at all.
He was so concerned with appearing stoically unmoved that he missed the evil little smirk that played over Sally's lips.
***
Howard, the harbourmaster, was ecstatic with how quickly the harbour had been cleared. That fellow from the PaddleTeam sure seemed to know what he was doing!
He tried to shake Wufei's hand with gratitude as the Chinese man nearly ran off Sally's boat, and got his fingers smacked rather sharply with a paddle.
"What's gotten into him?" Howard asked, puzzled, watching as Wufei hastily roared off on his motorcycle.
Sally grinned, her eyes dancing. "Not enough, obviously! That boy needs to get laid. He's much too tense. Although, he did seem to be enjoying the perineal massage I was giving him on the way back. He turned a rather interesting shade of reddish gold..."
*****
That was odd, Quatre mused to himself, a hand pressing his chest. He'd never gotten quite that mix of embarrassment and arousal from Wufei before...
But the Chinese youth did not seem to need assistance - Quatre could feel his satisfaction at completing his task satisfactorily.
Trowa, on the other hand... Quatre closed his eyes, concentrating.
Blue eyes snapped open again. "Trowa needs help!" he called to Heero, trying and failing to keep the worry out of his voice. "He's feeling trapped, claustrophobic!!"
Heero glanced over at him, and silently made a fast turn, heading towards the zoo.
*****
Tireless branches passed GreenThumb from one tree to another. It was not the fastest way to travel - he hated those stretches where concrete overran the green so completely that he had to either detour or get down and travel on foot. He found pavement actually hurtful, now that he had been changed.
He had been following the jeep with the two gorgeous PaddleTeam members in it, but he was falling behind due to their route through the most flora-challenged area in the city.
He was about to despair when he saw the jeep far ahead of him turn suddenly and race toward the river.
He let out his breath in relief - the zoo was that way, set in a large green space stuffed with plants. He hummed happily as he began gaining on the jeep again.
Where could they be going? Did they think he was actually at the zoo? He'd already been there - he'd helped the plants grow a little. OK, maybe he'd gotten a little carried away there...
Duo bit his lip. The two PaddleTeam hotties were likely going to the zoo to help deal with the mess he'd left behind. He didn't regret encouraging the plants (he loved to feel them grow!) but if he wanted to interact with his two new crushes, perhaps he should help them out a bit...? Just so they weren't too tired to play, later, of course!
He changed course slightly, heading to the heart of the problem he had caused.
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Stay calm, Trowa ordered himself.
He stretched carefully, trying to reach his whip, but it had fallen just slightly too far away when he was knocked down. The smothering weight across his body shifted slightly, and he tried not to groan as his back was ground into a sharp and extremely uncomfortable rock. He would be black and blue tomorrow. If he survived...
All right, Trowa thought. The whip's out of reach. I can't get out from under here, but at least most of the animals are contained. I have to stay calm. Animals can feel fear, I just have to concentrate on my friendly feelings towards them.
He winced slightly as the side of his face was rasped, the skin already reddened from previous contact.
The large male lion pinning Trowa down tried to purr, and licked his face again with a large, rough tongue.
Trowa sighed. And to top it all off, this was probably making his bang stick up all funny...
*****
Duo almost fell out of his tree laughing, when he saw the lion lazily licking the PaddleTeam member like some gigantic lollipop.
He remembered this particular lion from when he had visited the zoo earlier. The other lions all looked the same, but this one was easy to identify by the oddly forked eyebrows above the intelligent gaze.
Apparently this lion hadn't had much difficulty figuring out how to use the newly-grown trees in his cage to escape. The other lions were all still inside their cages.
Duo considered. Obviously, if he wanted to have the PaddleTeam look upon him favourably, he should help this one out. With a little smirk, he leapt to the ground and planted his fingers in the dirt, taking care to remain out of sight of the lion and his captive.
A series of plants popped out of the ground inside the lion enclosure. A branch from the closest tree swept down and across the plants, breaking off a few leaves.
Duo winced. He hated hurting the herbs, but unless the sap was exposed to the air, the lion wouldn't react.
The lion licked his cat-treat again, nuzzling the man's neck and still trying to purr.
Then, suddenly alert, the lion lifted his head, his nose working as he tested the air. He stood, sniffing, leaving one paw planted squarely in the middle of his prisoner's chest.
Oooh, and a very nice chest it was, too! Duo smiled appreciatively.
The lion turned back to his captive and indulged in one last, long taste, running his tongue from the man's belly, up over his chest, along his neck and up into his hair. He whuffled the oddly-shaped bang once, then turned and stalked regally through the open cage door to recline in the newly-grown bed of catnip.
The prone figure rolled lithely to his feet and carefully shut the cage door, latching it firmly.
Then the young man turned and stared at the trees surrounding the lion cage with a thoughtful frown on his face.