The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 16
By ClarySage
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
"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...
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Wufei was slightly delirious, and he was almost ready to admit it to himself, but not just yet. One -for a split second he wondered why he always had to number his choices- he had the lovely dizzy sensation of being tied up and virtually forced to make out with a gorgeous man. On the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder what was happening to Duo, where the other members of the team were, why he enjoying this so much, and how exactly was the general's tongue doing that?
He decided to go with the one, and ignore the other, seeing as how the tongue currently favoring him was much more interesting. "Mmm," he mumbled, completely at a loss for words.
Treize pulled away from the kiss, "I'm sorry, what, my lovely…tulip?" he winced slightly, looking thoughtful for a moment, "er, butterfly?" he shook his head, trying again, "lily root?"
"…" Wufei was nearly out of his delirium, his scowl remembering its place and hastily reconnoitering.
"Peanut Pie?" Treize tried hopefully, "Sweetdidums? Honeybear? Loveball?"
The scowl was quickly becoming a glare of doom; Wufei's senses rushing back with a vengeance and about to wreak havoc.
"Snap Dragon?"
A twitch.
"Dragon?" Treize purred, relief flashing across his face, as the thunderclouds seemed to clear.
Within seconds, their lips were glued once more together, tongues dueling like a pair of feisty swords, and Treize's hands again went on an information-gathering mission. Soon after Wufei's senses kindly took their leave, and went out for coffee together, glad to be on vacation at last. Wufei's body taking completely over, relieved to finally be in charge of the whole place for a change, and throwing itself into the job with gusto.
His legs again wrapped firmly around the general's waist, one foot resting snuggly against the small of Treize's back, and the other tucked precariously against his side. His fingers went on forays into the ginger hair, the tips of them tingling slightly from too much contact at once. His lips, well, his lips remained rather busy, even once Treize left them in pursuit of more intimate places to kiss. Only then, they moaned, pleaded, growled, and once, what sounded suspiciously like a "quack" was heard echoing through the warehouse.