The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 24
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Peters and Johnson slowly eased away from the furious Lieutenant.
Horny beyond belief, Noin leapt to her feet and wrapped a fist into the front of each private's shirt, preparing to push them out into the hallway. She was about to snarl something cutting, along the lines of "What part of 'I want some privacy' do you not understand?" when an urgent need made itself known to her.
In keeping with the green-theme of the day, it was the call of nature.
Damnit, damnit, damnit, she didn't want to leave sickbay, and maybe miss Zechs when he finally got here, but she also didn't want to have to go to the washroom after he'd arrived - it would spoil the romantic mood!
But perhaps she could use these otherwise-useless non-com- poops. She jerked their shirts until they were almost nose to nose to nose. "I have to leave now, but I'll be back as soon as I can. Colonel Zechs is going to be coming soon, and I'm charging you with making sure he doesn't escape before I return." She bit her lip - she couldn't very well tell them that she was desperate to get laid, and that she had drugged Zechs to induce him to seduce her. But the drug was important...
She narrowed her eyes and tried to look as much like the scary version of Une as she could. "This is part of the field test for our latest weapon, so if you screw up, you'll be answering to Colonel Une. Do I make myself clear?"
The widened eyes and simultaneous vigorous nods almost made her feel better. Almost.
Nodding to herself, she turned and marched swiftly out of sickbay and into the nearest washroom to freshen up.
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"What was that all about?" Johnson asked nasally as Peters carefully covered his broken nose with a protective metal doohicky.
Peters shrugged, applying medical tape carefully. "Well, it sounds like we have to prevent Colonel Zechs from escaping."
"But he has a higher rank than we do, we can't tell him what to do!" Johnson protested.
"Ah, but the Lieutenant said it was part of a test. This must be one of those things where the officers check out the ingenuity and initiative of their grunts. There, how does your nose feel now?"
"Sore."
"Awwww." Peters promptly kissed it better. His aim was atrocious - the kiss landed smack on Johnson's mouth - but the other private didn't seem to mind much.
A few lovely moments later, Peters reluctantly dragged his lips off Johnson's. "So, if this is a test of initiative, we'd better start by finding Colonel Zechs."
"Yeah, I guess." Johnson, obviously not wanting to keep the badly-aimed kiss, returned it.
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Greenthumb Duo wriggled slightly in Trowa's lap, smiling happily. He wrapped his fingers around the unsatisfied PaddleTeam member's member and squeezed. "Surely there's *something* I can do to show my appreciation for your... giving me a hand," he said demurely.
Trowa didn't quite know how it happened, but the spicy taste of the mutant's seed still lingering on his tongue, the sight of those shining emerald eyes, and the exquisite grip of those slender digits on his aching flesh all combined to give him the largest, hardest arousal of his life.
Greenthumb wriggled some more, shifting his fingers and giggling a bit. "What a well-grown root!"
"Gnnrrrarrrghhhh," Trowa groaned intelligibly, his wits scrambled by the electrifying slide of GreenThumb's green thumb over the head of his erection.
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The rose stalk in front of Zechs' eyes throbbed, and grew thicker. Sighing at the suggestive imagery, the tall blond ducked his head and pushed the growing stem behind him to clear his field of view.
The roses, which had loosened a bit when Noin had barrelled into them, had tightened up again with little squeezes that seemed to correspond to the moans and breathless giggles he could hear from outside his sheath of greenery. Remembering the deliciously sexy nymph whose hair he had been washing, Zechs suspected that Greenthumb was enjoying himself. Or someone else. Or both.
Well, he didn't think he could get out of this rose-trap, so he might as well lie back and enjoy it, as the saying went. And enjoying himself would be ridiculously easy, he thought, glancing down at the handsome dark-haired young man entwined in the roses with him.
For some reason, the majority of the rose-vines seemed to be concentrated on keeping the PaddleTeam agent immobilized. Zechs considered their relative positions, and those of the vines he could see, and shifted carefully.
Ahhhhh, that was better! Now he was lying on his back with the Asian man draped over his right side. He gasped as a strong hand snaked into the front of his breeches and began squeezing and stroking, while a hot mouth attached itself to his neck. An impressively hard erection was grinding into his hip, but Zechs couldn't quite reach it.
Instead, he contented himself with sliding one hand inside the back of the other man's leather pants and fondling the delectable ass he found there. He palmed the smooth skin, squeezing and pinching the firm cheeks, but then, being the avid gardener that he was, he slid one long finger down the warm cleft, searching for the rosette at the bottom.
Hips flexed and both men groaned as they thrust against each other. Zechs took advantage of their mutual rocking to slowly work a finger into the other man's body. A grunt and a sharp bite at his neck signalled when he had found the spot he wanted.
His own orgasm fast approaching, Zechs swirled his finger around repeatedly, mercilessly rubbing and prodding. Shivers danced across the golden skin, and Zechs pressed in relentlessly, enjoying the way the other man squirmed against him.
White teeth closing over his shoulder muffled an ecstatic cry as hot liquid splashed against his side and chest. The almost painfully tight clasp around his own erection dragged Zechs over the edge as well, and he came with a heartfelt groan.
After a moment to calm his thundering pulse and steady his trembling limbs, Zechs managed to gasp, "In light of... recent... wonderful events... I think... formal introductions can be waived. But... I would still like to know your name. Greenthumb never said."
Vivid blue eyes smirked at him. "Heero. But don't think that this changes anything between us. You're still a leader of the Rose Brigade, and I'm still an active part of the PaddleTeam."
Zechs nodded, too pleasantly enervated to argue. "Understood."
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Alex stopped dead as the secret door shut behind him with a soft click. From the other side, he could still hear Colonel Une alternately crooning and threatening the potatoes in the kitchen. Realizing that he would have to be very, very quiet if he wanted to complete his escape, he began to explore carefully.
Where the hell was he? Who in their right minds would create a secret passage to the *kitchen*, of all places? Of course, now that he thought about Colonels 'Crazy' Une and 'Helmethead' Zechs, not to mention Genetic Engineer 'Weirdo' Tuberov, perhaps right minds were in short supply in the Rose Brigade...
He firmly turned his thoughts away from that. He had to find his way out of here - quietly! - and then meet up with Mueller, who had already made his escape with the specially altered potato that had everyone in such a dither.
The passage led behind the pantry, and became a set of spiral stairs, leading down.
Alex descended slowly into the darkness.
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General Treize Khushrenada, leader of the Rose Brigade, watched the leader from the PaddleTeam pace the floor as he tapped his chin absently with a polished wooden probe. "What is the ultimate aim of the Rose Brigade?" the little blond asked.
Treize, seated on a table with the firm intention of staying there until that disturbing wooden toy was put away, raised an eyebrow. "I should think that would be obvious."
When no further response was forthcoming, the slender Chinese man still so deliciously impaled in his lap turned and glared over his shoulder. "You didn't answer the question."
Treize bit back a groan as his lover slowly began to squeeze his internal muscles. Before the intense pleasure could turn to discomfort, he said a bit breathlessly, "It's no real secret. We are dedicated to beautifying the city by planting and maintaining roses in both public and private gardens."
His Dragon smiled, relaxing and settling down more firmly in Treize's lap. "See how easy it is? Just answer the question." Treize didn't trust his voice to reply.
"Were you responsible for planting those new peach-coloured roses in the Peacecraft Public Gardens?"
"Seymour's Debut? Yes, that was our doing," Treize said, quite enjoying the way his lover squirmed to reward him for the swift response.
"And who developed that strain of rose?" the blond asked intently.
Treize hesitated, then admitted warily, "One of our scientists..." While he wasn't ashamed in any way of his Brigade's actions, Seymour Tuberov was a sore topic with him. While there was no denying that the man was a brilliant geneticist, he was also, Treize hated to admit, somewhat creepy. Treize felt strongly that the man was untrustworthy, which is why he had assigned his dear Lady Une to watch over the scientist's projects in the underground hydroponics lab.
"You see," the blond continued earnestly, "we had a run-in with a criminal named Seymour just over a year ago." By the way his lover abruptly stiffened, Treize suspected that either the blond was lying, or his Dragon - Wufei - was making some unwelcome connections. Or perhaps he was about to climax yet again...
"He evaded capture during a police raid by unleashing aggressive, genetically altered plants. The PaddleTeam responded to the officers' distress calls, and managed to beat the plants back," the blond slapped his quirt against his own leg at the memory, "but the mastermind behind the mutations had fled. We only know his name because the defeated plants were calling for him, demanding to be fed."
"When the bushes of Seymour's Debut were planted, we were suspicious, but there was no clue as to who was responsible. We'd also heard rumours of terrorist gardeners before, but no one could ever provide us with descriptions. When we saw the video of your team of crack horticulturalists today, we had both the connection between the roses and your Brigade, and the descriptions we needed to track you down."
"We did?" Wufei said, surprised.
"Wufei! Didn't Trowa pass on the mission details when he went to fetch you from the garden?"
Wufei snorted. "Quatre, you know Trowa pays more attention to your briefs than your briefings!"
"But I'm not *wearing* briefs today!" Quatre argued, puzzled.
"I rest my case. Besides, there was GreenThumb Duo to deal with..."
Treize stifled a chuckle at the identical looks of reminiscent lust on both men's faces at the mention of the green-eyed mutant. "I assure you," he said smoothly, pressing just a little more deeply into his lover for emphasis, "the Rose Brigade is concerned only with creating beauty through rose gardens. If Dr. Seymour Tuberov has used our resources to create monstrous plant life, it was done without my knowledge or consent."
The blond - Quatre, was it? - nodded. "All right. The question is, where is Seymour now, and what do we do about him?"
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