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"Bedraggled "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Post EW, language, violence, yaoi Summary: Zechs discovers a pest in his mansion. After careful consideration, he decides against calling the exterminator Pairings: 6x2
"Bedraggled "
Part 5. "Two serpents. Hmmm, caduceus, right? That would make me, erm, Hermes, god of thieves. Perfect." Duo jerked with his gluteal muscles hard around Zechs cock, chuckling at the derived twitches he sensed. "I had you cast as Persephone," Zechs returned for another taste of Duo's ear. "Goddess of children's breakfast cereal? Some damn droopy girl, so far gone into la-la she didn't have the wits to kick her abductor in the balls and run? Hell no." "Very well. Just as you choose." "Damn straight." "Yes. I like getting something straight between us." Zechs nudged his erection slightly further within the kid's body, fractionally inwards and out, and sideways a scant distance for variation. Then stopped again. He caught the kid's cock between two fingers, pulled up evenly until he slithered off the crown, allowing the length to plunk down like a felled tree. He rubbed his thumb speculatively over the root, meanwhile nipping at the back of Duo's neck. "One good bite deserves another." Duo groaned. "You haven't forgotten the directive against noisemaking so soon?" "No," very meekly indeed. "Then I'll pretend I didn't hear that last." Zechs plucked a grape and pressed it between the kid's lips. It went down so easily, he fed Duo the rest of the bunch, before turning his attention again to tormenting him. He restrained the kid's cock so he could have perfect access to the underlying testicles. Traced the outlines in a spiraling massage, as if memorizing the contours. "D'ya think they keep a catalogue of torture in Hades, fer ready usage? Cuz this one's just got to be close to the top of the list." "Under the punishment heading 'no release until victim finishes the plate'?" "Yeah." "But by all Hadesian rights, the food should be perpetually resupplied, so that we never arrive at orgasm." "Bite yer tongue." "I'd far rather bite yours." Suiting actions to declarations, Zechs used the braid in his fist to direct the kid's head until he could reach around to capture the mouth thoroughly in his. They sucked upon each other a while. He withdrew first, caught his breath, and dictated, "sandwich." Sandwich applied to pouting lips, which opened reluctantly, then gnawed the morsel into oblivion. Followed by nipple torment. The nectarine slice, devoured, and juice licked off each other's flesh. Then light brush strokes involving the inner thighs and backs of the knees. A small muffin, consumed. Hand job to the cock, stopping just in the nick of time. Some swallows of jasmine tea. "You are consuming quite effectively. Perhaps I should request another plateful of delectables." "Hope the butler dun have a weak heart, then. Can just picture him coming in here, catching his eye full of us, doing the down and dirty, buffet style." "Ha. Maybe I shall refrain from testing his devotion to duty, after all. Gads, what is it you are doing with your buttocks, brat?" "Involuntary muscles spasms." "Involuntary my ass." "My ass, yer mean." "I thought I told you to sit still." "Prove that I'm not." "I'd rather just distract you from your evil intent." "Whatever. Just so long as it dun involve more food." "I'll give you 'whatever'." Both powerful hands now upon the kid's cock and balls. Grasping and pumping, strategically squeezing, retracting for an insistent delay. Lightly tormenting, then gripping and dragging again. Waxing and waning. At last, pummeling the length harshly. Duo shuddered, shouted, and came hard all over Zechs' hands. Merquise's cataclysmic ejaculation was synchronous beneath him. Thorax clutched to thorax then, hearts thumping strident against the walls. "Damage report?" Muttered into the flesh of the kid's shoulder. "M' okay." "Damned straight." "Ya got that right." xXxXx Merquise should have known better. Really. A few quiet commands in the major domo's ear, and the mansion staff had been silent as the tomb with respect to the presence of their master. Likewise, the police bravely had guarded the secret of Zechs' participation in the recent bloodshed. However, and most idiotically, or so he chided himself, was this one serious oversight. Zechs hadn't thought to suppress any information about Duo Maxwell. Of course the fact of the kid's involvement in the violence and arrests across the street had run like hellfire, straight back to Preventers headquarters, clamoring the alarm. Hence the arrival of Une, Sally and Relena, almost simultaneously on the mansion doorstep. Only the timely intervention of the butler captured the women in a corridor, temporarily pinning them, and keeping all three from bursting through the bedroom door. At which point they would have caught Zechs and Duo sprawled together, sated, naked and napping. As it was, Zechs whisked into his trousers, but was still barefoot and buttoning his shirt. Duo managed his boxers, but missed his undershirt, crumpled somewhere beneath the sheets. And Merquise's briefs, blatant to the casual glance, were lolling comfortably on a nearby settee, rather than nestled upon his buttocks where they belonged. Vibrating upon its hinges and cracking the wall plaster in transit, the door flung open, revealing the threatful threesome. ~ * ~ |
