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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Uhhh...let's
see. Threesome, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Spit-Roasting, Smoking, Underage
Drinking, OOCness, Clichés Like Whoa, Alternate Universe, Yaoi,
Kind of Cracky...Okay, Very Cracky Pairings: 2x5, 1x3x4 Summary: Quatre
had Wufei are good boys. Smart, excellent students, well-dressed goody
two-shoes. That is, until they catch the eyes of the roughnecks across
town. " Biker Lovin' " "Do you have your calculus notes on you?" Wufei shot the blond boy seated next to him on the bleachers a derisive look. "Don't I always?" He dug them out of his folder and handed them over. "Where are yours?" "I had student council stuff to work on during class," said Quatre. He set the notes beside him and copied them into a battered notebook. "Did you study for your history quiz?" Wufei looked offended. "What am I? Twelve? Of course I did!" "Okay, okay. No need to get snippy." The black haired boy took a drink from his Dr. Pepper and gazed across the football field. "God, I hate it here." "I thought you loved school." "Not the school, the town," he snapped. "There's nothing here. It's a wasteland of Bible-thumping, middle class America. Nothing to do for fun except go hang out at the soda shoppe." Quatre smirked. "We could try drag racing." Wufei snorted, "We'd need cars first." "Oh, quit being such a Debbie Downer and watch the hunky football players as they get all sweaty and dirty." "That's the other problem." "What is?" "The guys here suck. Nothing but a bunch of brainless buffoons." Quatre chuckled. "But they're nice to look at." He sighed. "What are we doing with our lives, Quat?" "We're getting good grades so we can go to a good college and get the hell out of dodge." "That's right. Thanks for the reminder." Wufei watched Tommy Timmons, the school's all-star quarterback, trip and fumble the ball. He snickered. "Dumb ass." The sound of roaring engines echoed off the brick walls of the school building and Quatre and Wufei turned to see three Harley Davidsons roll up to the curb behind the fence at the edge of the field, slowing to a halt. Quatre cursed under his breath. "Uh oh. Trouble." He quickly gathered his homework and stuffed it into his bag in case they needed to skin out in a hurry. Wufei sneered at the three guys that climbed off their bikes, laughing about something they couldn't hear. Probably at the two dorks doing their homework on the bleachers. He noticed the football players had paused their practice and were watching the three roughnecks like hawks. Wufei smelled blood in the air and he looped the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here." "Good idea." Quatre grabbed his stuff and they climbed down the bleachers. Unfortunately, the way they had to go to leave would bring them right up alongside the hoodlums who were standing at the fence drinking beer and smoking cigarettes. He groaned, not really feeling like being roughed up today. "Here goes nothing." The walked along the fence, trying to stay as far away from it as possible, avoiding any and all eye contact with the bikers. Wufei could feel their eyes on them and he chanced a glance up to see them keeping pace. Wonderful. He picked up his stride and the boy that walked alongside him increased his. He glanced over again and took note of vividly violet eyes. Long hair tied in a braid hung down his back and swished from side to side against his leather jacket as he walked. A hand reached out and trailed along the fence, making it jingle. The boy grinned, staring at Wufei like a pot luck supper. Wufei's head jerked forward when he heard a yelp and spotted Quatre stopped where the fence ended and the fields began. One of the boys stood in front of him while the other was behind him. Wufei watched the taller one raise his hand and brush back a lock of his friend's blond hair. "Hey! Get your hands off him." Forgetting himself and who he was dealing with, he rushed forward in defense of his friend. He may not have been able to take them on, but he was still a great deal stronger than the blond, not that Quatre didn't have any fight in him either. He watched as Quatre swatted the hand away and backed up into the other boy, not realizing he was there. He was grabbed from behind and turned as Wufei caught up to them. The shorter boy held Quatre against his chest and said, "Or what?" Eyes, deep blue, and intensely violent gazed at him with an easy, blasé expression that rankled Wufei's nerves. He took note of the fingers gripped hard around Quatre's arms. He glanced at the blond and saw that his eyes were huge, pupils dilated in fear. Probably certain he was going to get beat up. Wufei was certain they both were. The taller one stepped closer, moving in between him and Quatre. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but with an edge that told Wufei he'd be limping home if he interfered. "No worries, big guy. We're just having a little fun. I see you have your own admirer." He nodded his head and Wufei turned, jumping at the proximity of the boy who'd been flanking him along the fence. "Look, we don't want any trouble okay? We just want to go home." There was a flash of white as the braided boy grinned at him. "Oh, you'll go home. When we say you can." He caught Quatre's eyes over the taller guy's shoulder and they seemed to say, Maybe if we do what they want, they won't hurt us. He looked over into eyes that were inhumanly purple and beautiful and he hated himself for even noticing. "What do you want from us?" Purple Eyes shrugged. "Whatever we feel like taking." He grabbed Wufei's arm. Wufei yanked it back, but the click of a switchblade stopped his backwards movement. "Now, now. You have a choice here. You can make this easy on yourselves, or you can make it hard. Either way is find with us." He stepped closer and the heady scent of beer and tobacco wafted across Wufei's nose. Strangely, it wasn't repugnant like he thought it would be. It was heady, making his body flush with the prospect of something different. Something dangerous and he cursed his restless spirit for taking interest. He allowed himself to be pulled along, behind the fence and over to the boy's bike, watching his friend closely to make sure he wasn't being hurt. Quatre was guided along by the taller guy and literally lifted onto the bike before the taller boy climbed on behind him. Quatre shot him a helpless look as the guy wrapped him in strong arms and started his bike up with a loud roar. Wufei gave him the most reassuring smile he could muster, despite not feeling very reassured himself. Purple Eyes hopped on his own bike and fixed Wufei with a firm look. "Get on." His tone left no room for argument. Wufei cursed and swung his leg over, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. He was absolutely sure at that point that their nude bodies would be found stabbed to death in a field somewhere by morning. The bike started up and he held on for dear life as it spun in a slow circle, kicking dirt out from beneath the tires, and then it sped off into the sunset along with the other two bikes. He only hoped their deaths wouldn't be too painful. Well, he was nude alright, but far from dead. They'd been taken to an old barn that was apparently used as a hangout of sorts. There were beer cans and cigarette butts as well as a number of other things he didn't care to name, strewn about on the dirt floor. When they arrived, Purple Eyes, who actually went by the name of Duo, climbed off the bike, spun around, then climbed back on and immediately latched his mouth onto Wufei's neck. Wufei froze, dread seeping into his bones, and he thought, This is it. Quat and I are going to make headlines in the newspaper and not in a good way. But Duo whispered in his ear, making sure to tongue the words in. "We're not rapists. I will fuck you, but you'll be begging for it by the time I do." Wufei didn't believe him at first. But now, as he laid on his back on a wool blanket inside the barn with his legs open wide and thrown over the hoodlum's shoulders, he had to admit he'd done just that. He flushed with embarrassment at how easy he apparently was. It hadn't taken long. And it was one hundred percent consensual. His back arched on a moan when a particular thrust struck him in just the right place and his head lolled to the side, staring through half-lidded eyes across the barn to see how his friend was faring. If he was easy, Quatre was doubly so. He was on his knees, ass in the air, between the other two boys who he'd learned were called Trowa and Heero. The taller one, Trowa, plunged into Quatre from behind, fingers clutching pale hips as he slammed into the blond. Quatre's head bobbed in Heero's lap and if there was any question of consent, it would have been answered by the enthusiastic way he sucked down the dark-haired boy's cock and rolled his hips back to meet the thrusts of the one fucking him. A calloused hand wrapped around Wufei's erection and his attention was turned back to his own lover who squeezed and tugged him, bringing him closer to climax. With each thrust, the waves got higher and higher and his eyes rolled back into his head as his cock spurted onto this chest and belly. Duo growled above him as he watched Wufei get wrecked by his orgasm and pushed deeper into him, hips slapping harshly against his ass. He came with a loud groan and dropped onto Wufei's chest, panting, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Wufei's face. Wufei turned his head and watched as Heero climaxed, hips twitching up against Quatre's face, fingers clenching handfuls of blond curls. He sat back, sated, and Trowa tipped back onto his knees, bringing Quatre up into his lap. He held the blond against his chest as he bounced him up and down and Quatre moaned like a porn star as he came all over himself. Trowa released a moment later, growling, teeth sinking into the boy's neck. Wufei gave a start as Duo snored in his ear and he pushed at the boy's shoulders, huffing at the dead weight on his chest. "Get off me." Duo's head lifted with a snort and he looked around bleary-eyed, confused for a moment. He glanced down at Wufei and smiled. "Oh...hi." "Get off!" Duo smirked. "I thought I did, but if you say so..." His head lowered and he kissed Wufei's neck. He pushed at him again. "No, get off me!" "Okay, okay. Sheesh." Duo climbed off him and Wufei sucked in a lungful of sweet oxygen. He glanced over at Quatre to find him nestled in the arms of his two lovers, purring like a kitten. "Errr...we really have to get home." Quatre sat up quickly, in a sudden panic. "Oh, shit! What time is it? Where are my clothes?" He squirmed out of his lovers' grasps. "My dad is going to kill me." He grabbed his clothes and stood up, hopping on one foot as he struggled to get the other one into his pants. Heero and Trowa stared at him like he was the most precious thing alive. "No worries, baby. We'll get you home. If you get in trouble, we'll take care of your dad for you," said Trowa. Quatre smiled at him as he worked his shirt over his head. "That's sweet, but I don't think that'll be necessary. Though I think I'll probably be grounded for the next month." Heero pulled the blond into his arms. "Not from us, you won't be. We'll see you whenever we want." Quatre blushed as the dark-haired boy buried his face in his neck, strong hands reaching down to squeeze his ass. True to their word, the 'hoodlums' drove them home, dropping them off in front of their respective houses. Wufei climbed off Duo's bike and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Well...I guess I should thank you." Duo's eyes twinkled beneath the streetlights. "You guess?" Wufei glanced away. "Will I see you again, or was I just a one-off?" Fingers, chilled from the wind, grasped his chin and turned his head back. Duo leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss so sensual, it made his toes curl. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. You can bet on that." Wufei couldn't have stopped grinning if his life depended on it. Duo started up the bike and with a final wink, was off down the road, the choppy motor fading into the distance. Wufei sighed, blissed out, and he most certainly did not skip up the walkway to his house. Okay, maybe he did. A little.
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