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"Super Smash Brothers"Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
I'm only having fun with them. You can try to sue me, but all you'll
get is a cat that looks like Trowa, but is named Duo. . .good luck
getting her. Pairings: 2x1, 4x3, 2x3x4 Warnings: Langauage, Lemon Rating: NC 17 Comments: This is one of the first few fics that
I wrote. So it's a little corny. Sorry. Please be nice.
Super Smash Brothers "Heero stop with those damn bombs!" Duo warned. Just to upset the American further, he threw another bomb at Duo. Unfortunately the Japanese boy was too close and they both ended up lying on the platform smoking. "I mean it Heero! Quit!" "I think Heero's having more fun blowing himself up instead of playing." Quatre observed as he blocked himself from the blast. "Leave it to Mr. Perfect Soilder to pick a character with a self destruct button." This statement was greeted by yet another bomb that blew them both up again. Quatre was too busy laughing at the explosion to notice the sword that was thrusted into his gut. His small mouse fell into the lava, it's death soon followed. Quatre whimpered a little as he unbuttoned his purple vest and laid it neatly on the sofa he was leaning against. Eager to avenge his lover's death, Trowa charged Heero with a shoulder ram. He picked up the attacker and was ready to hurl him off the screen when a huge rock fell from the sky, landing on both of them. "Dammit Duo." Trowa growled as he watched his character land on the acid and fly to it's death. Heero was still intact. "Mess with the puff and you get knocked off." "That was my kill." Heero commented as he sliced into the flesh of Duo's pink puff ball. The boys were so engrossed in the battle that the only one who noticed that Trowa removed his shirt was Quatre, who happened to be sitting next to him. He watched as the Latin pilot threw the turtleneck somewhere behind them. This action gave Duo ample time to toss the yellow rodent off the screen. "Oops, Quatre. You're turn. Lose a piece of clothing." Duo taunted, never taking his eyes off the battle. Revenge in his determination, Trowa charged toward Duo's character. While the two were absorbed in their miniature showdown, Heero snuck up behind Trowa and knocked him off the platform with a spin attack. Trowa remained silent as he shed his jeans. Wondering what kind of under ware Trowa wore, Duo's eyes averted to his right. However his attention flew past Trowa to Quatre. "Hey you're cheating. You can't just remove your vest, and then your shirt. You have to remove both with one death. Tell him Heero." Duo complained as he turned to face Heero. The smirk on Heero's lips told him something had happened. A quick glance at the screen proved that it was Duo's turn to remove his shirt. "Hey that's not fair. I wasn't paying attention." ". . . Hn. . ." Heero smirked, glancing at the American pilot from the corner of his eye. Duo knew that Heero's 'hn' meant tough luck. "Oh yeah?" Duo changelled as he pushed Heero's hand off the control for a moment. It was enough time for an oversized bullet to demolish the fully clothed pilot. Heero pushed the pause button for a moment. "Shirt off! Remove pants." His demands were aimed at Duo and Quatre. With a small whine from Duo, both he and the blonde Arab removed their shirts and Quatre dislodged his dress pants. In one swift movement, Heero threw off his tank top and threw it somewhere to the left of him. He then resumed the game. "Where am I?" Duo whined, as he searched for the power puff that disappeared from the screen. He pressed the red pause button again so that he could get his barring straight. "Oh, great. I'm sitting on the bottom of the lava pit!" As the orb that Duo was playing with bounced from the pit, Quatre's electric rodent delivered a bolt of lighting that sent him into orbit. "What is this? Pick on Duo day?" He cried as he leaned back to remove his pants. In doing so, he made sure that his leg was placed directly in front of Heero's view. "Move your leg if you want to keep it." Duo did as he was told, but it was too late. Heero's character was bouncing on the acid, but he somehow managed to land on the platform again. Pouting, the braided boy noticed that a certain character wasn't moving. A devious grin spread across his features as he pounced on the metal girl and had his way with her. Trowa placed the controller on the floor and slowly removed his boxers. "That's what you get for gawking at Quatre." Duo snickered. Quatre's cheeks gave away to a light crimson color as he tried to avert his eyes. Seizing the opportunity, Heero bombed the yellow pokemon, himself with it. Quatre lingered a moment, but a quick menacing glance from Heero was all the encouragement he needed. He blushed deeply as he slid off his under ware. Aside from Trowa, he had never been exposed in front of anyone before. Sensing his discomfort, Trowa pulled the small Arab to him into a comforting embrace. He leaned against the sofa and properly positioned himself so that he covered Quatre's important parts. Duo and Heero were too engrossed in their game to notice the sudden changes in their other playmates sitting areas. Each were determined to the victor. It wasn't until a small moan of pleasure escaped from Quatre, that Duo called a temporary time out. Glancing at the nude pair, he was disappointed to find Trowa was gently kissing Quatre's neck. "Hey, you have to wait for us." Duo pouted. "You haven't won yet." Trowa hissed referring to the rules that were set before they started. Whoever won the game would determine how the orgy would be conducted. "Come on Heero. They're starting without us." He resumed the game. "Die already!" He was greeted by a bomb that consumed the two remaining players. "Heero, you can't kill yourself. . . . Oh, wait. Yeah! Kill yourself!" Duo's last words were drown out by another blast. "Damnit Heero." Anger mixed with Quatre's pleasured breathing drove Duo over the edge. He quickly disposed of Heero's battered character. "Hurry up and lose the spandex. I think those two are pass their warm ups." Duo waited for Heero to take a deep breath and squeeze out of the tight shorts, but Heero didn't move. "What are you waiting for?" "I have one life left." "So what. I won the spandex fair and square, so lose them." "Fair is fair." Trowa stated before Quatre pulled him into another kiss. "Come on Heero, I want to get this game over with." "Well play." "Not until you lose the spandex." They commenced in a staring contest that lasted three whole seconds. "Do you need help taking them off? Is that it?" "I don't wear under ware Duo." "Oh, yeah. I forgot. So what, just lose them any ways and this'll be a fight for who directs." ". . .Hn. . ." "All right. Fine." Duo ripped off his own boxers and threw them at Quatre and Trowa in hopes of making them stop or at least slow down for a few minutes. "Now we'll both be naked. Happy?" He watched as Heero somehow managed to wiggle out of the spandex. "Sometimes you are so difficult." As soon as Heero appeared to be ready, Duo pushed the red button to continue with the game. Duo rained on the Japanese pilot with one aerial assault after another. Heero could only shield himself for so long. Soon, he gave up the defense and began throwing bombs again. He figured it best that they both receive damage instead of just him. After all, with the small frame that Duo's character sported, it wouldn't last too much longer. At first, Duo didn't understand the new strategy. He figured it was Heero's way of intimating him. He finally caught on when Heero attempted to dispose of him. "I'm onto your little game." Duo chided as he flew back to the top platform. Heero jumped up and performed another spin attack. Duo quickly defended by transforming into a rock and fell through the platform. Directly atop Heero. As Heero was returning to the lower level of the battlefield, Duo's character sucked him up. Heero pushed all the buttons, trying his best to free himself from the pink prison. "How you like being in my mouth?" Duo taunted. "Like my intestines?" He laughed as his character swallowed the other and gained a green hat. Before the regurgitated character could recover, Duo flew away, leaving him to bounce on the rising lava. "Look, I'm Mini-Heero, incomplete with a self denating device." With that a boomerang erupted from Duo's character. Unintentionally, it hit Heero's character as he was trying to land back on the platform. "That was a cheap shot." Heero commented as his character disappeared and Duo was announced the winner. "I didn't mean to hit you. That was a fluke." He turned his attention back to Trowa and Quatre. "Hey you two, knock it off." Trowa looked up at the screen. His eyebrow arched in surprise. "That's right, I won. So cut it out." Reluctantly, Quatre pulled from his partner and they awaited Duo's instructions. "This is going to be fun." The American rubbed his hands together and racked his brain for something entertaining to do. "Heero, you go sit over there." Duo directed and pointed toward a chair next to the couch. Glaring the entire time, Heero did as he was told. He sat in the chair and waited for the next command. Clearly enjoying the fact that he was in charge, Duo studied Quatre and Trowa. He rubbed his head as he thought for a moment. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything to do with them yet. His main objective was to have control over Heero. Quatre and Trowa was just a delightful bonus, but he didn't want them to go off on their own, like they usually do. "Well, for now. You two sit on the couch." They did as he said. "On opposite sides of the couch. I don't trust you two. And no touchies! Not until I tell you to." He turned his attention back to Heero. "You're not good at this." Heero snarled. "Hey, I'm just getting started." He straddled
his Japanese lover. "Besides, they already had a little fun without
us. So it's payback time. . . .Put your hands to the sides of the
chair as if you were cuffed. And you can't touch me in any way until
I tell you." Duo grinned wildly. As Heero followed the orders,
the American sitting on him began to give him a lap dance. He rubbed
their erections together and gently kissed the lips below him. After
a few minutes, he pulled away and turned around. He sat on Heero's
lap and began rubbing his backside against Heero's manhood. He leaned
back and rested his cheek against Heero's. Glancing up proved that
Heero was enjoying the little dance. His colbat eyes were closed,
and his face was expressionless, but his breathing had quicken ever
so slightly. "Trow-aaah. . ." He called in a singsong voice. A wicked smile plagued Duo's lips as he stared at the naked Latin. "Could you be so kind as to bring me the tube in my left pants pocket?" He added sweetly, while his thoughts were anything but sweet. He watched the taller pilot fish through his pocket for the item. He was coming across a little snag. He didn't want Heero involved, at least not yet. Heero was planned to release last. Duo wanted to torment him as much as possible before giving him any pleasure. It would be sort of like back pay for all the times that Heero had control over him. So the ideal was for the other three to please each other first. However, he didn't want Trowa giving Quatre pleasure, or vice versa. And he didn't really want to penetrate Quatre or have Quatre enter him. They were close like brothers, and brothers don't have sex with each other. The only two choices was to either let Heero get involved or put Trowa between him and Quatre. Either way, he would have to back out of his original plan. Where was Wu Fei when he was needed? Duo pondered quickly as Trowa was heading toward him, tube in hand. Torture Heero? Or torture Quatre and Trowa? Why was there so many decisions to make? Torturing Heero would definitely be a first. Maybe leaving the Japanese pilot something to think about. But it's not often you could torture two with the price of one. But then again, Heero could easily make up for the lack of a extra person. "Thank you." Duo smiled as he accepted the item. "But I'm not done with you yet, so don't go anywhere." Trowa watched in silence as the braided director squeezed the contents of the tube into his hand and applied it to his rock hard sex. He then impaled the taller pilot onto his lubricated shaft. Once adjusted, Duo began pumping himself into the Latin. He gripped the tanned hips and pulled the haven down on him as he thrust upwards. Even though Duo was inside him, Trowa's eyes were locked onto Quatre. It was for this reason that the intruder remembered that he still had another body to please. This was a lot harder than he thought it to be. "Q, come here." Duo instructed, never losing beat, and the Arab walked over to him. "Grease up Tro-chan and join the love train." "What about Heero?" Quatre asked concerned looking at the person at the bottom of the bodies. Duo glanced back at the foundation. "If he begs me enough, I might let him join in." This statement was followed by laughter from the director. "Besides, he can support our weight, can't you?" His answer was a death glare that brought yet a wider grin from the Deathsycthe pilot. Just to rub in the fact that everyone else was enjoying the moment, Duo leaned against Heero's strong chest and moaned as loudly as he could. "Come on Q. You have to do what I tell you to." A little leery, Quatre applied the creme to his lover's manhood. Trowa watched the blonde with loving emeralds, as he led the smaller frame onto him. Seeing the three beautiful pilots pleasing each other, made Heero harder than he had ever been. He wanted so badly to be a part of them. Duo continued to pant every time he thrust into Trowa. Quatre added moans from the cock inside him. Duo was leaning against Heero's chest, his violet eyes concealed, his lips twisted into a smirk of bliss. "Beg me He-chan. I know you want to be part of this." Heero remained silent. He refused to resort to begging. Despite the fact that with every entry, he could feel Duo lightly brush against him, he refused to give in. "Beg me." Duo insisted as Quatre erupted into another moan. Heero had half a mind to grab the American and enter, but he had given his word that he would follow the orders of whoever won. He would never go back on his word, which was why he restrained himself from removing his hands from the chair. "You promised to do as the winner says." Duo gasp between his pants. "You have to beg me to join in." The American was beginning to get impatient. He wanted to include Heero now, but he wanted to hear the proud solider beg to do so. "I don't beg." Heero assured in his monotone. He knew that Duo would cave before he would. Out of habit, Trowa reached for the neglected Arabian shaft with intentions of relieving his lover along with the others. "Trowa, don't!" Duo demanded as he drove deeper into the Latin. A small whimper escaped Quatre. "I have another ideal for that." He studied the stone walled features. Before any of them could release, an ideal popped into his mind. He had a plan to make Heero beg. "Quatre, Trowa, get off. Quatre lay on your back on the floor." Confused, Quatre did as he was told. "Ready to beg yet?" Duo asked as he slid off Heero. ". . .hn. . ." Grabbing the neglected pilot's hand, he pulled the Japanese to his feet. He then lead his slave toward Quatre and had him stand over the blonde's head. "Kneel. . . .Quatre, suck him." The two pilots obeyed. Turning his attention to the Latin he pointed at the tube. "Lube up Q and saddle up." With that, Duo entered Heero. Seizing Heero's hips, he dove quickly and as deep as he could. He glanced over to see Trowa lowering himself onto the Arab. "He-chan, you can jack off Trowa." He instructed as he continued pumping into his lover. Duo moaned loudly, it was the first time he had ever penetrated Heero. And in truth, it felt beyond wonderful. Heero was so tight from lack of action in this area. Between his groin and Quatre's mouth, Heero began to quietly pant. Duo felt the muscular body in front of him began to tense, ready to release. "Everyone stop." As the blonde ceased his actions, so did the American. Glancing at the manhood, Duo could tell the Jap was more than ready to release. The beads of white liquid on the tip was more than enough evidence. "Do you want us to continue Heero?" Duo asked as his hand ran along Heero's length. The Perfect Soilder remained perfectly silent. "Trowa, you can go ahead and relieve Quatre." Duo said quickly, suddenly losing interest in the two of them. He had bigger fish to fry. Namely making Heero beg. "Beg for me He-chan." As he watched the Latin slowly sway against his lover, bringing as much pleasure to the smaller boy as possible. "Don't you want to release?" Duo asked suddenly and lightly touched the swollen cock. "Relieve Trowa, Heero." Quatre was the first to release, Trowa a few seconds afterwards under Heero's gentle ministries. Pure bliss registered on both their faces. "Don't you want that Heero?" To persuade the silent partner, Duo began to slowly pump himself into the channel. "For once, give yourself over." Without warning, the invasion quicken in pace, pounding against the spot that caused Quatre's work to not exist. This was going to be a lot tougher than he thought. He was going to need some help after all. "Quatre, get up." Duo coaxed and continued the assault. "Start kissing his neck. . .right here." Duo pointed to the spot. "Make sure you leave a hickie." Heero closed his eyes as he felt Quatre's silky lips caressing his flesh. "Trowa, you can start here." Duo informed and brushed Heero's left harden nipple. "Ah, you can't touch anyone!" Duo called as he noticed Heero's hand began to lift. A moan erupted from the Perfect Soilder. Between Duo's quick diving, Trowa's gentle nursing, and Quatre's seductive kissing, even Heero didn't know how much more he could take. He had never felt so good at one time. He watched Duo's hand lightly guide Trowa's head down his chest and toward his groin. The American knew that if anyone could tease the silent Jap to the point of insanity, it was Trowa. Quatre had told him so many stories that not a doubt was in his mind. "Tease him." Duo insisted as he was reaching his maxium. A few moments later, he released into his lover. "Heero lay down." Duo moved out of the way and placed his hand gently on the strong chest. Now on his back, he was open to even more pleasurable abuse. "Whatever you do, don't let him release." Duo warned the Latin, who was gently kissing every inch of the harden shaft. "Are you ready to beg?" Duo asked as he looked down at the Wing pilot. Trowa was becoming increasingly bored. He could think of a million other things to do other than try and make his friend beg. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he admitted the erection. Sucking as sharply as he could until the point of near release. He then slid one finger into Heero's rectum. A gasp erupted from the prisoner. Confused, Duo looked at his lover, then toward Trowa. "Hey, I didn't tell you to do that." Duo whined, and Quatre turned to see what exactly it was that wasn't told to be done. He suddenly felt bad for Heero. He knew exactly what Trowa was doing, and if Heero could still remain silent, then he truly is the Perfect Soilder. "Trowa, stop." "Do you want Heero to beg?" Trowa asked suddenly as he pulled from Heero and thrust a third finger inside. "Yeah, but. . ." "Then shut up." Heero looked up at the pilot positioned at his entry. He tried to figure out what it was that Trowa had planned for him. Suddenly a sensation washed over him. A sensation he never had before, but definitely wanted again. He didn't have any ideal what Trowa was doing to him, but he wanted him to continue. Heero threw his head back and a moan of pure bliss escaped his parted lips. "Heero, you know what he wants." "...." "Give it to him." Heero was pushing himself against Trowa. Seeing that the Jap was still determined to do otherwise, Trowa grasp the still harden manhood into his hand. He tighten his grip and lightly ran his thumb over the tip of the cock. "If you don't, I'll stop." Trowa warned. "Do you want me to stop?" ". . .No. . ." Heero whispered, his voice was barely audible. He clutched the carpet in a white knuckled grip. Duo's jaw dropped slightly as he couldn't believe his ears. "I can't hear you." Trowa stated calmly. A small silence descended. Trowa began to release Heero's manhood. Heero panicked. He didn't want the Latin to stop, but he didn't want to resort to begging either. He never felt anything like this before. "Don't. . ." The voice was a little louder. "Don't, what?" Trowa's voice took a seductive tone. "Don't stop." Duo stared at Trowa is awe. "What the Hell are you doing to him?" "Beg, Heero!" Trowa commanded. "Tell me what you want." "Trowa. . ." "Tell me." "What is he doing to him?" Duo asked looking at Quatre, figuring he would get a better answer from the blonde. "I'm not sure." Quatre explained shrugging as he watched his lover. The look in his deep green eyes. The harsh, yet soft tone of his voice. Seeing him like this always turned the Arab on more. "Release me! Please! I need it Trowa! Please now! Trowa!" Trowa, looked at Duo for the permission to full fill the request. He took the American's flabbergasted expression as a 'yes'. Without warning, he began to pump Heero at a maddening pace. At the same time, he continued with the inside ministries as well. A moment later, Heero's seed spilled over into Trowa's hand and onto his stomach. With everyone pleased, Trowa figured that they were done. He stood and extended his unsoiled hand to his small lover. Quatre eagerly accepted it and allowed the Latin to lead him out of the room. Still astound, Duo looked down at Heero. The look of bliss clearly claimed Heero's face. Duo had never seen him look so pleased. "Hey Trowa. Would you teach me that trick." Trowa stopped and turned to look at Duo. "No trick Duo. Something you learn through experience." "But you'll teach me, right. I want to make him beg again." Trowa ignored him as he and Quatre headed to the bathroom for a hot shower. "Trowa! That's not fair!" He looked back down at Heero. "Don't you think he should teach me how to do that?" ". . .hn. . ." Heero sat up straight once the feeling had subsided. "If he teaches you that, I'll kill you." ~ oOo ~ For those of you who are curious about the characters
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