The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 18
By ClarySage
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
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.
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Wufei's mind was as far from potatoes as it was possible to be. Though, if he were to have managed to think of something other than the man currently screwing him into the next millennium, he probably would have thought of a rather phallicly shaped tuber. As it was, he did briefly picture a cucumber, but that -as is known- is not even of the potato family.
The man, who was in fact bending Wufei double and pounding him silly, was also specifically not thinking of a potato. Actually, he was thinking of roses, as he was wont to do when buried inside something remarkably similar to a rosebud.
Neither was aware of the swaying and entranced blonde, who was standing off a few feet and wondering just how many times they could climax without stopping. Quatre sorely wished he'd remembered to bring a camera of some sort, and had patted himself down several times in the hope of turning up one. But so far, nothing had turned up except for the excruciatingly erect phallicly shaped organ in his pants. Which also had *no* relation to a potato. Or a piano for that matter. Though, it did vaguely resemble a flute. Which in turn reminded Quatre of Trowa. For instance, where *was* Trowa anyway?
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Trowa had in point of fact been enjoying the view, up until a few short seconds ago, when Heero had broken up the lovefest and baldy stated his personal observations of the scene. But Trowa had underestimated the power of GreenThumb; the emerald-eyed, plant lover merely turning in the embrace of the tall blond, and raising an eyebrow.
Heero was dumbfounded; he expected a hot rebuke, a shouted denial, certainly not puzzled indifference. "Well," he fumbled for a moment, "you are, aren't you?"
"Um, no" GreenThumb looked slightly embarrassed for a moment, "but I do enjoy the name," he smiled and turned again, grinning up at the quietly observing blond, "It's kind of sexy, actually."
"Well, admittedly we weren't thinking of sexy when we chose it," the man answered, flashing a winning smile, and absently caressing one still bare bun. Duo let out a tiny squeak and flushed a pretty pink colour.
"OH, this is Zechs, by the way," GreenThumb mumbled happily, giving Heero a languorous glance from beneath half-masted eyelids. He was thinking quickly, or trying to, though Zechs' wandering hand was becoming increasingly distracting by the moment. But GreenThumb hoped that if all went well, he'd have two sets of hands on him in the next few minutes.
Just then several things happened at once, Trowa stepped out from around a hedge, Heero let out a yell and tackled Zechs to the ground, and the not so dormant rose bushes burst into bloom, sweet smelling flowers seemingly coming from everywhere at once.
Duo, who'd been taken by surprise by everything but the roses, backed up and eyed the rolling and grunting men on the ground. So far, no actual punches were being thrown, Heero and Zechs merely wrestling and growling at one another. Neither noticed the steadily creeping rose vines. GreenThumb grinned, concentrating for a moment. The vines entwined carefully around the legs of the combatants, slithering slowly up and over, until within moments the grunting and fighting men were reduced to nothing more than a green wrapped bundle, with the occasional rose sticking out. But, they'd stopped fighting.
"Um, Duo?" a voice asked hesitantly from within the rose-wrapped package.
"Yes?"
"Could you let us out of this?" Zechs' voice asked pleadingly.
"No,"
"Why not?" Heero whined, and Duo could see one hand feebly waving from the roses.
"Because, there's no need for you two to fight, and this way you have no choice but to stop," Duo said calmly, noticing Trowa for the first time and smiling at him in greeting.
Trowa nodded in return, trying not to grin and the two men on the ground. "Wufei is distracting the other one, Quatre's keeping an eye on them," he informed Duo, raising one finely shaped eyebrow at Duo's still damp hair.
GreenThumb blushed, raising a hand to his hair, "that man," he said, pointing at the lump of Zechs (who'd gone curiously quiet beneath the roses), "is a hair care genius!"
Heero moaned something that sounded like agreement, the hand that had been sticking out twitching a bit.
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Meanwhile, back in the warehouse, a rather surprised Quatre watched as the interior of the warehouse quickly becoming draped in roses. Though Wufei and the ginger-haired man seemed not to notice. Quatre had no idea Wufei could be so flexible, he tilted his head to one side, trying to get a better view of the action.
Wufei was on all fours, hands clawing at the floor, mouth open and howling, one leg was bent backwards and being held up, the other was spread wide, braced firmly against the ground.
Quatre was almost positive no one could remain in that position for long, though, he'd also been positive no one could actually even get into that position. But then, Wufei was just full of surprises today. Like that bizarre quacking sound he'd made earlier, or the fact that apparently Wufei was so suppressed sexually, that he could go for hours without stopping. Hetero one indeed, Quatre let out a tiny giggle at the thought.