The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 17
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Trowa eased the door of the warehouse open, and the three PaddleTeam members slipped inside, splitting up immediately. He went right, Heero went left, and Quatre eased up the middle.
He found cover behind some bales of peat moss, and peeked cautiously around them to survey the rest of the large space. He looked first for his team mates, spotting Heero's head just appearing over the edge of what looked like a laboratory worktable, and Quatre...
Trowa blinked. Quatre was standing stock still about two steps from the door, making no attempt to hide, staring wide-eyed and open- mouthed at something directly ahead of him.
Trowa whipped his head around and felt his own jaw drop.
Wufei was... was... he was... well, he certainly wasn't as hetero as he had always said!!!!
Wufei was hanging from his bound hands, butt-naked. Butt-rather- pinked-and-naked. Butt-rather-pinked-naked-and-currently-being- impaled, as a matter of fact.
Trowa considered. Wufei was moaning and growling, but he didn't sound upset. Actually, he sounded rather pleased. Excited, even. Eager, in point of fact, as he was urging his lover to a faster rhythm with the aid of bronzed heels planted firmly against the other's backside.
Completely ignoring the PaddleTeam, or perhaps not even noticing them, the ginger-haired man currently ravishing the obviously willing Wufei reached up and, with a quick twist, released the Chinese man's wrists. With Wufei's arms now wrapped around his shoulders, he turned and staggered a couple of steps to another worktable, and, steadying that pinked-and-naked butt against the firm surface, began to thrust harder and deeper.
A motion out of the corner of his eye attracted Trowa's attention. Heero was standing up, using the silent hand signals they had developed. "Danger contained."
Trowa nearly laughed out loud. Sorely tempted to continue watching Wufei 'contain danger' over and over again, Trowa nevertheless checked his side of the warehouse for other hostiles. Nothing.
He signalled an "All Clear" back to Heero, who nodded sharply and signalled back, "I will search for other captives" before turning and slipping out the back door.
Ahhhh, Trowa smirked to himself. No wonder Heero had been ignoring the otherwise fascinating show right in front of him - he was still thinking of the bewitching GreenThumb.
Lips still twitching slightly, Trowa walked to an enthralled Quatre, who was now tilting his head and craning his neck for a better view. He slid one hand across the team leader's belly and down to his groin, the other over his shoulder, across his collarbone and up to his jaw to tilt his head over farther.
Trowa dropped his mouth to the pulse beating erratically in Quatre's neck, massaging the hard bulge in the blond's pants at the same time. Quatre moaned softly and shivered, but murmured, "From the insignia on this one's jacket, he's likely the leader of the Rose Brigade. I'll question him in a moment - it would be a shame to interrupt Wufei right now."
"Mm-hm," Trowa shifted slightly, nipping a trail up Quatre's neck to his ear. "Then I'll go back up Heero. No telling how many other enemies might be out there."
Trowa turned away reluctantly. He spotted what was obviously Duo's green jumpsuit hanging from an overhead beam, and a pile of dirt beneath it, complete with bare footprints. He frowned to himself. If the members of the Rose Brigade were doing to GreenThumb what their leader was currently doing to Wufei...
He hurried after Heero.
*****
Duo shivered as a wet tongue made its way leisurely up his throat.
"*Still* cold?" an amused and husky voice asked in his ear. Long strong arms were wrapped around him, holding him firmly against Zechs' warm torso.
"Ummmm... no, not really," Duo said, wriggling happily. Even though he was still naked, and his hair slightly damp, he was feeling nice and cosy. Zechs had stripped down to his breeches and boots to wash Duo's hair, but he didn't seem to be suffering from cold either - in fact, he looked a little flushed.
Zechs chuckled. "Perhaps I should make sure." He began to rub his large hands over Duo's skin, caressing his shoulders, back, waist, hips, thighs, and finally - finally! - his squirming ass.
GreenThumb would have made an approving comment at this point, but Zechs was continuing his noble work with a mouth-to-mouth oral massage. Duo melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the tall blond's broad shoulders. Now *this* was the proper way to warm someone up!!
Duo was vaguely aware of a sound close by - like a throat being cleared, or perhaps a growl - and then a deadly quiet voice said "So, GreenThumb, you are in league with the Rose Brigade."
*****
Two levels down, in the hydroponics lab below the warehouse, Chief Genetic Engineer Tuberov hovered casually by his most successful hybrid rosebush. He was trying to ignore those annoying psychotic sycophants, Alex and Mueller, who were loitering by the door. All three were pretending that they weren't eavesdropping on the conversation taking place in the hallway just outside.
"Well?" Colonel Une prompted, her tone steely.
Noin bit her lip. It wasn't right. She knew that, yet...
She lowered her eyes, ashamed of the wave of longing that swept over her. "Very well."
Colonel Une smiled, coldly. "Excellent." The lights in the lab flashed off her glasses as she stepped forward and pressed into Noin's reluctant hand what was surely the most dangerous object in the known universe...
A potato.