The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 19
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Heero had reacted instinctively when he saw Zechs caressing Greenthumb, tackling the taller man away from the delicious nymph. They had rolled and wrestled, until they had been wrapped, trapped, in twisting roses. He had only stopped straining against the immoveable greenery when it became obvious that all his strength would not help him.
Zechs must have come to the same conclusion, for his long body relaxed, and he diffidently asked Greenthumb to release them. At this point, Heero realized that Zechs was now draped half on top of him, one lean thigh pressing between his own.
He had managed to get one hand free, but he couldn't get enough purchase to rip the roses away from his body... and the stalks were getting bolder, pressing against him, covering his eyes, rustling across his chest, sliding up his legs, creeping inside the back of his pants - no, wait, that one was Zechs' hand.
Heero gritted his teeth and tried to demand "Why not?" when Duo refused to let them go, but his voice came out higher and breathier than normal. Of course, by then he was so distracted that he never did hear the answer...
The hand down his pants was slowly exploring him, caressing him... and he could do nothing in return. Duo already had a good idea of his strength and determination, and had obviously directed the majority of the roses to restrain him. Heero had always been a man of action, and being forced to lie still and accept these admittedly arousing caresses without being able to reject, or refuse, or...
"Yesss..." he heard himself moan softly.
All right, he admitted to himself, what really bothered him was being unable to *respond* to the increasingly intimate fondling.
Zechs chuckled softly next to his ear. "I'd much rather fuck you than fight you. Wrestling *does* have its good points..."
Heero gasped as his earlobe was suddenly sucked into a warm wet mouth. He shivered, and pressed his hips up a bit, rubbing against the strong thigh between his legs. He hoped Zechs had a bit more range of movement than he did...
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Noin carefully peeled the potato as the oil heated.
French fries ought to do it, she decided. It would look too suspicious if she turned up with a dollop of mashed potatoes. French fries would look... innocent.
She sighed. No matter how she looked at it, this was still wrong. But Une supported the idea of a test and...
She sighed again. She didn't like using Zechs as a guinea pig, but when Une had said the potato could render anyone vulnerable to suggestion, her thoughts had flown to the tall, blond, impossibly handsome man who had haunted her dreams for years.
Zechs had never shown any romantic interest in her, so if he could be persuaded to make love with her, then they would know the chemical worked.
And the fact that it would fulfill her fondest wish was a complete coincidence.
Really.
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"Please!"
"You'll just have to wait, Dragon," Treize chuckled as he eased back further, holding Wufei's wrists captive over his head.
"Aaaahhhhh! I... can't! Please! Now!" Wufei, bent face down over the table, tried to lift his hips to bring his lover deeper inside, but the ginger-haired general merely mirrored his movements, backing up and away.
Quatre, one hand now patting down inside the front of his pants just in case he had left some stray surveillance equipment in his boxers, frowned. Really, it was rather rude of the general to ignore his lover's polite requests like that. And Wufei had said 'please,' which for the cranky Chinese was a great concession.
Perhaps it was time to teach the leader of the Rose Brigade that a little more consideration was due to a member of the PaddleTeam.
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Treize smirked to himself. He was very glad he had studied those Tantric scrolls Zechs had found, otherwise he doubted he would have been able to last quite so long. He would tease his Dragon just a little longer before he gave him what they both so obviously wanted.
*SMACK*
Treize felt a smart slap across his upraised buttocks. He lurched forward with a startled yip that melted into a satisfied groan as his motion impaled his lover deeply. He withdrew again almost as quickly, looking back over his shoulder to see who had so impertinently assaulted him.
He was somewhat disconcerted to see a unfamiliar young blond man - dressed in a leather outfit similar to Wufei's - holding a quirt in one hand and fondling an impressive erection in the other.
"He did ask you nicely," the blond pointed out, his tone almost contrite.
Treize's legendary imperturbability came to the fore, letting him show an unruffled expression to his unexpected assailant. "So he did, but I am under no obligation to indulge him."
*SMACK*
He could see the stinging blow coming, but unless he wanted to release Wufei's wrists and straighten up, he could do nothing to avoid it. Again his body reacted, and he thrust deeply into his partner, pulling back with a touch of annoyance almost immediately afterward.
"I assure you," Treize said with a trace of lofty irritation, "I will give him what he needs, if not exactly what he asks."
*SMACK*
"But it's arrogant to assume that you know what he needs," the blond man said earnestly, "especially since he's only told you what he wants in the most basic terms."
He raised an elegant eyebrow. "And yet you assume that you know what is best for hi-"
*SMACK*
Treize gasped slightly. No one had ever had the temerity to actually strike him before. Yet here was a complete stranger, spanking him as if he were naughty and needing lessons in manners.
The truly aggravating thing was that he couldn't seem to control his automatic response to each slap of that braided leather. Each and every time, he thrust forward, too late to avoid the blow, burying himself to the root in his writhing, groaning lover.
Tantric methods of control or not, he was finding the combination of sensations very exciting.
"It will do no good, you know," he said, striving to project his voice evenly. "I will not climax until *I* decide to."
When the expected smack failed to materialize, Treize looked over his shoulder again, stifling an unexpected feeling of disappointment.
The little blond was frowning thoughtfully. Then he smiled, and Treize became very afraid.
"If it's just a matter of stimulation, I'm sure I can help you achieve orgasm," he said cheerfully. He swung his quirt around and began to unscrew the base.
Treize felt a little shiver work its way up his spine. He recognized the little whip now for what it was - not a riding crop for horses, but a camel quirt. Most camels were stubborn beasts, and he had seen quirts which had a sharp steel prod built into the handle to encourage them to move. Surely this demonic little blond wouldn't dare...
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Quatre hummed a little tune as he separated the base of the quirt. He pulled the handle away, revealing not a standard camel prod, but a smooth, wavy piece of wood - like a series of slightly squashed balls joined in a line.
He removed the probe from the base and admired it in the light for a moment before reassembling his quirt. He really needed to call Rashid and thank him again for this exquisitely thoughtful gift.
Still humming, he broke off a few rose leaves and smeared the resulting sap on the slender piece of wood. Perfect.
Smiling angelically, he turned back to the General.
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Wufei slowly came out of his erotic daze to realize that not only was Quatre witnessing his abrupt change in orientation, but he was apparently preparing to participate. If it could possibly encourage his captor to finally orgasm, Wufei was all for it. Not that he hadn't enjoyed himself thoroughly, but...
With a sinuous move, the Chinese man jerked his wrists out of Treize's shock-loosened grasp, twisting around to capture the General's hands. Then he arched his spine, spreading and lifting his legs until he could wrap them around his partner's hips. Finally he dug his heels into Treize's firm buttocks, slowly spreading them.
Quatre smiled appreciatively as he approached, quirt in one hand, probe in the other. "Thank you, Wufei," the team leader said politely. "That will help a great deal."
Wufei smirked, amused to discover that being hentai was... kind of fun.