The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 15
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Wufei lifted his head from the warm shoulder it had been leaning against. Both of his captor's hands were roaming over his body, stroking and caressing.
He should be fighting this... he should be demanding to be freed... he should...
"Kisama," he whispered, somehow reduced to shallow gasps for breath. "Don't. Stop." The words had no force behind them, but Wufei couldn't seem to care.
The General chuckled. "Don't stop? As you wish."
Wufei moaned as those wicked hands began to tweak and fondle him. "Kis-a-ma!" he panted, knowing he should object but not really wanting to. He tried again, but his voice trailed off as he made eye contact with his fascinating captor. "Kis..."
"Certainly I'll kiss you," Khushrenada agreed, and then their mouths were meshing together, and Wufei was lost...
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Zechs rolled his eyes slightly as his friend and commander bent his head and thoroughly kissed the captive PaddleTeam member. Treize was incorrigible.
And insatiable.
And a damned good kisser.
So the blond colonel wasn't really surprised when the the Chinese man moaned and, still suspended by his bound wrists, lifted his feet off the floor and wrapped his legs around the General's waist.
Having the distinct feeling that he knew how that 'interrogation' would end, Zechs turned back to the other prisoner, idly toying with the paddle he had taken from Treize.
Now *this* adorable young man was very much to his liking. He took a moment to look over this second captive, noting the trim, muscled body, the pert smile and languorous look on the handsome face, the trace of an almost-shy blush, and of course, the impressively hard erection.
"Hello sweetling," Zechs purred. "I'm Zechs Merquise."
The young man grinned back at him. "GreenThumb Duo!" he announced cheerfully, as if he didn't at all mind being tied up naked.
Well, perhaps he didn't mind... Zechs toyed with that intriguing idea as he came a little closer, enjoying the wave of innocent sensuality the boy seemed to exude, the unnaturally bright green eyes, the long, disheve-
Wait a second!!!!
Zechs looked closer, disbelieving, and then shuddered with revulsion. He would have to *do* something about this... this *travesty*, this... outrage.
Eyes narrowed, he stalked toward the braided prisoner.
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Heero clenched his fist around the handle of his all-natural maple- and-teasel hairbrush - of all the times to get stuck in traffic!
First there had been an accident because some blond girl in a pink Cadillac was staring at him instead of the road. Then there had been the construction zone, where Quatre had almost driven off the road because he was ogling the hard bodies on the workers.
And now - the handle of the brush creaked as his fist clenched even harder - now they were stuck behind some *idiot* in a convertible yammering on his cell phone as he drove at half the posted speed limit.
It was enough to make a dedicated PaddleTeam member turn renegade.
Approximately two seconds before Heero exploded, Trowa said calmly, "Quatre, get as close as you can." Then he stood up in the moving jeep and put one lean leg over the windshield, his foot resting on the bonnet for balance.
A moment later, still poised over the windshield, Trowa said a bit breathlessly, "I love you, too, Quatre, but I meant, 'drive as closely as you can to that convertible,' not 'wind yourself around my leg.'"
Quatre, grinning unrepentantly, slithered back into the driver's seat and sped up slightly.
With a precision that spoke of hours of practice, Trowa's whip snaked out and ripped the offending cell phone out of the grasp of the idiot driver. With a twist of his torso and a sinuous flick of his wrist, Trowa sent the little gizmo flying, to smash against a speed limit sign beside the road.
The astonished driver gazed at his flying cell phone, jerked in shock when it shattered into its component parts, and positively shook with terror when he looked into his rear-view mirror and saw who was following him.
Within seconds they were rocketing along at well over the posted limit, Quatre keeping them within whip range of the convertible as a gentle reminder to not slow down.
Heero leaned forward over the back of the front seat, wrapping his arms around Trowa's shoulders. "Thank you," he murmured sincerely, pressing a kiss and a nibble or three to the acrobat's sensitive neck.
Trowa tilted his head to allow Heero's mouth better access. "You're welcome. You... mmmmm... can pay me back properly - ooh! - later."
Quatre swung off the main road, heading for Wufei's and Duo's last reported location. In a few moments, they turned onto another street.
Quatre slammed on the brakes, and they rocked to a halt.
In front of them, a living blanket of roses spread from one side of the street to the other, starting in the back yard of an elegant house and flowing across to a tall warehouse.
Quatre blinked. "I think we've found Duo's location."
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Duo had been enjoying watching Wufei react to that blazing kiss of Khushrenada's, when he had looked up to see a tall and luciously handsome blond man eyeing him with open lust.
But suddenly the lust had given way to shocked realization and finally, offended outrage. Without another word, the muscular man had ripped him down from his bindings and dragged him out of the warehouse, to an enclosed area behind the building.
Duo shivered. For the past half hour, he had been subject to the other's fury. He had to admit, the tall man had done an excellent job of reducing him almost to tears.
Duo pressed his quivering lips together. He would not cry, although he dearly wanted to as Zechs approached again. The blond had removed his jacket and shirt, and was clad only in his boots and tight breeches.
"Bend over," his captor demanded sternly.
Slowly, Duo bent and braced his hands against the stone fountain in front of him.
He felt Zechs' muscled legs press against his own, felt the other's groin come into intimate contact with his rear. He lowered his head and bit his lip, determined to make no outcry.
Despite his detemination, he couldn't help a slight whimper as Zechs upended his bucket and cold water cascaded over Duo's head. Gentle fingers worked against his scalp, ensuring that no suds remained in the messy locks.
"I can't *believe* you let this glorious mane get so dirty and snarled!!" Zechs scolded.
"I'm sorry!" Duo quavered. He had tried so hard to keep his hair looking nice, but he had to admit he hadn't done a very good job.
"If *I* had hair as long as yours, I would take better care of it!!" Zechs muttered. "Now, this is an herbal rinse which should help with the tangles and really bring out the shine. I use it every day."
Duo sighed and relaxed a little as Zechs' strong fingers began working through his hair once more. It was a little uncomfortable, bending over this fountain, but an ordinary man-made sink was out of the question, and this outdoor stone-tiled basin was otherwise ideal.
"Can we use hot water to rinse this time?" Duo asked plaintively. His head was getting cold.
"Absolutely not!" Zechs exclaimed in horror. "I've already explained how the heat causes split ends! Perhaps you can go back to using *warm* water after you've gotten your hair back into shape..."
"OK," Duo agreed sadly. He really did get cold very easily. But perhaps - he brightened a little - perhaps after his hair had been taken care of, he could persuade this tall, handsome hair-care genius to help warm him up...
GreenThumb sighed a bit more happily and wiggled back a little into Zechs' warm body. Perhaps he should start persuading him now...