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Warriors + Chapter 68
Fox in the Hen House
Once the six of them got started
on the mission in question, it came together quickly. Hardly surprising,
Heero supposed, given the talent and training he had sitting with him
around the dining room table that morning.
Wufei had already contacted Sally and couriered her all the envelops the
pictures had arrived in, as well as the scrapbook page, but without the
rape photos. Everyone agreed that those should be kept secret for now.
Wufei told Sally only what she absolutely needed to know; that Heero had
received threats and that they needed to know from whom.
"Spec analysis, fingerprints, radiant imaging, and whatever else you can
con out of the lab without telling them anything," Wufei said, then smiled
at something she said. Heero was glad that friendship had survived everything
Wufei had been through. He had few enough friends as it was.
Meanwhile, Heero and Duo tracked down the Weltbeobachter's online database
and hacked it, but found nothing related to the rape story, although there
was plenty on all of them, including Zechs. Duo broke into one especially
heavily encrypted file, then let out a yelp of surprise. Heero glanced
over at his screen and caught sight of a photo of a much younger Zechs
Merquise naked on a bed, giving it up the ass to an older man wearing
nothing but an Alliance officer's jacket. He looked like he was enjoying
Zechs and the others looked over, too, and Heero saw the tall blond grimace.
Duo hastily deleted the download. "Sorry. Didn't know what was in there."
Zechs shrugged. "Ah, yes. The great Victoria Military Academy scandal.
That was a big story for Meir. He must have kept those for his own private
"I remember hearing about that, but I never heard that you were mixed
up in it," said Trowa.
Zechs chuckled. "My Romefeller 'guardians' saw to it that my name and
those particular photos were kept out of it." He glanced over at Wufei,
who was scowling at the blank screen. "Ancient history. Don't give it
Duo tapped busily away at the keyboard for a moment, then let out an evil
cackle. "Oops, silly me! Looks like I accidentally corrupted some files!"
"Thanks." Zechs tipped him a nod, but added, "Don't go committing any
more crimes on my behalf. It's no secret I was no choirboy, then or now.
Can you find anything on Meir's whereabouts?"
"I have his schedule here," Heero muttered. "He's out of town on some
assignment until Thursday, but there's a contact number."
"Well, isn't that convenient!" Duo produced a lock pick out of thin air
and twirled it in his fingers. "No one home if we just happen to drop
by after hours."
"The nature of his business attracts that sort of thing. He doesn't keep
anything important lying around to be found," said Zechs.
"That what your Romerfeller buddies found out?"
"Among others. No, I think a more direct approach might work better. Barton,
how's your German?"
Trowa gave him a lazy, one-eyed grin. "Wenn's dir nichts ausmacht dass
ich mich wie ein Landarbeiter und Soldat anhs"re, nicht gerade schlecht.*
The guys who taught me weren't very educated."
"Perhaps your accent is better for our purposes. In any case, my voice
is a little too distinctive these days."
"So what have you got in mind?" Duo asked.
"You're familiar with the concept of a honey trap, aren't you? All we
need is some nice sweet, carefully leaked scandal for bait."
Quatre piped up at once. "'G-Boy Union Goes Sour!' They've been sniffing
around for that one since Tro and I got married."
"Yeah, I can see the headline now!" Duo chimed in with a Shinigami grin.
"'03 Caught with 02 in 69 by 04. You do the math!' Whaddya say, Tro baby?
Wanna have a photo shoot with your favorite home wrecker? Get all nekkid
"Hey, how come he gets to have all the fun?" Quatre objected, looking
less than thrilled with this adaptation of his plan.
Duo laughed and pulled Quatre into his lap. "Hey, we can do a gangbang
orgy scene, Kat! Whatever you like. It's only going to be a couple of
out-of-focus shots. And it's not like they'll get published or anything."
"One jpeg should be enough to get us in the door," Heero said. "I can
attach a virus that will destroy it when we're done, just to be safe.
I'll go get my camera."
In the end they decided to go with Duo's original suggestion, and Wufei
and Zechs discretely excused themselves. Trowa and Duo rolled around together
under the sheets in the big bed while Heero snapped pictures. With a little
skillful doctoring, the results were suitably low quality, but titillating.
Trowa made the call and got Meir on the first try. Introducing himself
as "Herr Schmidt", he spoke in a low, nasal voice, and even to Heero,
who spoke no German at all, he sounded like a sleazy lowlife with cheap
smut for sale. With a last impatient "Ja, ja!" he rang off and looked
around at the others. "He wants to see a sample, then we'll talk. I told
him I'd only deliver the rest in person."
"Excellent!" Zechs said, slapping him approvingly on the shoulder. "I
see you deserve your reputation for undercover work."
Heero whipped up a suitable bogus email address, Trowa and Zechs wrote
the message in gutter German, and they sent it off with a beer toast for
"Now what?" said Quatre.
"Now we wait," replied Heero.
They ate a late lunch in the dining room and found themselves yawning
over their gumbo.
"Man, that was a short night. Think I'm gonna grab a nap," Duo said, getting
up and holding a hand out to Heero. "You, too, babe. You got less sleep
By unspoken agreement, everyone else drifted off to their own rooms, leaving
the evening open for now. A definite tension had settled down over the
house, now that they'd set things in motion. No one really felt like going
Heero raised an eyebrow as Duo led him to a spare bedroom downstairs,
instead of their beds upstairs. With the shutters closed against the gray
winter rain, the room was cool and dim.
"Feels good to get started, going after those bastards, doesn't it?" Duo
asked, stretching out on the bed with him and wrapping an arm around Heero's
"Kinda felt like old times again, too, didn't it?"
"We didn't work together as a group all that often," Heero reminded him.
"No, but when we did we were unbeatable, right?"
"That's true." Of course then they'd had Gundams and a license to kill.
He decided not to bring that up right now. He'd caught a manic gleam in
Duo's eyes a few times that troubled him, even though he knew it was on
his own behalf.
"So, did you and Trowa enjoy yourselves?" Heero inquired, changing the
Duo snuggled closer and tightened his hold on Heero's waist. "I hope you
noticed that I kept my hair braided. Didn't want my photographer getting
any wrong ideas."
"You were pretty quick to set it up for you and 03, though, weren't you?"
Heero teased. Duo was worried that he was jealous. "Why not: '04 Caught
with Pants Down, on 01'?"
Duo snickered, tweaking Heero's nipple through his tee shirt. "Like anyone'd
believe you'd leave me for Blondie!"
"Oh yeah? Why not?" Or maybe Duo was feeling jealous? Heero hadn't sensed
any bad feelings when Duo had found him kissing Quatre this morning, but
now he wondered if he'd only been covering. Or maybe it was just the tension
of the mission. In any case, Duo clearly needed physical contact now.
"'Cause he's not a mermaid, and he can't do this." Duo pulled the tie
from his braid and slowly unbound his hair. Pushing Heero's shirt up,
he dragged the heavy tresses across Heero's bare skin.
"Hn! That's true," Heero gasped, arching under the sensual onslaught.
Yes, physical contact was definitely called for. Heero had no objections,
whatever the cause.
Duo was pulling his fly open now, and dragging that wonderful silky teasing
fall of hair south. Grinning, he wrapped a handful around Heero's hardening
erection and slowly worked his fist up and down on it.
God that felt good! He'd long since given up worrying about whether or
not he had a hair fetish; screw that, he just knew what he liked! "Uh!
Ooooh! Careful, little mermaid, I might cum in your hair." He could feel
Duo's necklace brushing against his thigh through his jeans. That felt
good too. Everything felt good!
Duo kept up the maddeningly slow caress, adding a few licks to the tip
of his cock. "Y'know, I think I read somewhere that semen is a great conditioner."
Heero reached down and wound his hand in another long strand, loving the
way it felt. Duo took the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking and kissing
"Ah, Duo!" Heero sighed. It was amazing how much fun you could have with
your clothes still mostly on. "Wouldn't trade you if Quatre grew his hair
down to his ankles."
Taking Heero's cock a little deeper, Duo chuckled and said something that
was probably "I'm glad to hear that."
It had been ages since they'd had the big bed all to themselves in the
middle of the day. Quatre curled up against Trowa's side, trying to decide
if it was nice or a depressing preview of days to come. Fortunately, Trowa
didn't seem to be dwelling on that just now.
"Did you and Wufei have a good talk?"
Trowa nuzzled against Quatre's neck. "Was I right?"
"Of course." Quatre ran a hand over Trowa's denim covered crotch, wondering
if it was this conversation or the photo shoot with Duo had left him so
horny. "Wufei thinks you have a really big cock."
Trowa's green eyes widened at that. "He said that?"
"He tried to. You can imagine." Quatre couldn't help chuckling.
"So, do you think I have a big cock?" Trowa purred, thrusting up
against Quatre's questing hand.
"I dunno," Quatre mock-pouted. "Maybe I should ask Duo about that. You
gave him a real good look this morning."
Trowa flipped Quatre onto his back and knelt over him. "You mad at me,
"Should I be? Did you like getting all 'nekkid and kinky' with Duo?"
Trowa didn't answer. Instead, he rose and stood over him barefoot, straddling
Quatre's legs. Smiling down at him, he went into a slow, sinuous dance
for him. rolling those supple hips as he ever so slowly peeled off his
tight tee shirt. The bands around his biceps flexed and rippled, a sight
that never failed to get a stir of interest going below Quatre's beltline,
at least behind closed doors. During performances or at practice he used
them as guidelines, but now he could let himself enjoy that play of muscle,
skin and ink. He folded his arms behind his head, enjoying the show.
"We didn't get kinky at all, but we sure were naked, weren't we?" Trowa
tossed the shirt across the room, ran his hands over his own shoulders
and chest, then walked his fingers down his belly to his belt buckle.
"Did you like watching, Kat? Did you enjoy seeing me touch a beautiful
Quatre smiled, recognizing the invitation to play, and the distinction
being made, the lines drawn. Friends were off limits, even for fantasy.
Even friends you'd just been naked for a good cause with. "Hmmmmm. I don't
know. Did it make you hard?"
"Yeah, but not as hard as you make me, sugar." Trowa teased the belt open,
then the fly button, and then just enough of the zipper to reveal the
beginnings of that fine, faint treasure trail below his navel. "Wanna
feel how hard you make me?"
"Not until you make me hard," Quatre growled. He knew where this was headed
already and he was just fine with it. "How you gonna do that, without
touching me, huh?"
"No touching?" Trowa gave him a sultry pout, but they both knew it was
an easy challenge. Turning around, he moved to stand over Quatre's face
and made his movements even more suggestive. He had an athlete's body
and a dancer's grace.
Quatre kept his hands locked behind his head, resisting the urge to reach
for those slim hips dipping and swaying so close above his face, or that
hardness swelling just below the half open fly. "Why are you still dressed?"
Trowa smirked at him over his shoulder, then inched the back of his jeans
down, exposing the intricate tattoo across his lower back. "This what
you want to see, lover?" Yes, that was a very clear signal.
Quatre let out a lustful growl and reached to yank those jeans down further.
"Oh yeah! Up close and personal while I fuck your gorgeous ass!"
He soon got his wish.
Wufei found himself tired but not sleepy after lunch. The mixed events
and aborted lovemaking of last night, coupled with the excitement of the
mission planning, not to mention his strange conversation with 04, had
left him restless and off balance. Not even the heavy sparring they'd
done had taken the edge off. Zechs must have been feeling something of
the same thing, because as soon as the others had retired, he took Wufei's
hand and led him back to the practice room.
"Shouldn't we change?" he asked, but Zechs just pulled him along down
The minute the door was closed behind them he pushed Wufei against the
nearest wall and devoured his mouth with a demanding kiss.
"What--what are you doing?" Wufei gasped when Zechs let him up for air.
It was a silly, reflex question. The feeling of those long fingers so
skillfully slipping the clothes from his body told him most of what he
needed to know.
"We started something we weren't able to finish last night, mei," Zechs
rumbled, and kissed him again, pressing his body against Wufei's. "And
I understand from Barton that you have us sleeping with them tonight?"
He mouthed his way down the side of Wufei's neck, wringing a needy moan
out of him. "I'm afraid you'll have to help me work off a little energy
before I can do that-- safely."
Before Wufei could quite catch up with that thought, or quite connect
it with the hungry glances he'd seen Zechs give Quatre and Trowa at their
yoga, Zechs growled, "Right here, right now!" and dropped to his knees
to devour Wufei's growing erection with ruthless intensity.
The onslaught blotted out any concern or jealousy Wufei might have mustered.
Excruciating as his little sex talk with Quatre had been at the time,
it had left him with a growing need, too. Zechs was forceful, just bordering
on rough, and Wufei felt his whole body catch fire. Pressed to the wall,
legs shaking, he covered his face with his hands--why or how this helped
he couldn't explain, it just did-- and gave himself up to the rapidly
cresting pleasure sweeping through him.
Still sucking his cock, Zechs grabbed Wufei behind his left knee, hoisting
it over his shoulder, and stood up, pushing him right up the wall to dangle
precariously as Zechs growled and deep throated him.
Wufei moaned behind his hands, and then more loudly as Zechs reached up
to fondle his ass. He braced willingly for a painful intrusion but instead
Zechs squeezed and kneaded his cheeks together, turning the lingering
soreness there into a trigger for deeper pleasure. Wufei cried out loudly,
unable to help himself. For the first time since they'd become lovers,
he felt like he was with that dangerous, feral man he'd seen in Le Fleur.
Zechs wasn't rough with him, not really, but there was a thinly veiled
hint of violence in the bruising way he gripped Wufei's thighs, the way
he was sucking so hard, the guttural noises he was making. Helpless, pinned
to the wall, head inches from the ceiling, Wufei came hard and fast, biting
the heel of one hand in a vain effort to stifle his cries. He was still
coming hard when Zechs lowered him to the mat and continued his erotic
attack with rough kisses and nips all over Wufei's body.
Sizzling in the afterglow, Wufei was moaning steadily now, every nerve
singing with pleasure and amazement. As his senses cleared, he sat up
and fumbled clumsily with the buttons on Zechs's shirt. Zechs helped by
pulling it off over his head and shucking out of his jeans and shoes.
Kneeling, legs wide, he guided Wufei's mouth to his cock. Whimpering with
pleasure, Wufei swallowed him whole and had the satisfaction of hearing
his lover's desperate groans begin.
"Oh, yeah. Suck me, mei. Take it, little Chang, every inch!" He clutched
at Wufei's' head, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth.
Wufei shifted his balance and regained control, sucking and mouthing just
as wildly. Finding Zechs's balls with one hand, he wrapped his fingers
round them and tugged. Zechs let out a harsh yell of pleasure and thrust
harder, pushing Wufei back a few inches, abrading his knees on the mat.
Wufei growled and pushed back, taking Zechs deeper down his throat and
was rewarding with fingers bruising convulsively on his shoulders and
a choking, hot flood of cum down his throat. Wufei gagged and swallowed
and sucked him dry, not stopping until Zechs laughed and pushed him off.
They collapsed in each other's arms, sweating and spent, and just lay
there for a while. It occurred to Wufei that the noise they'd been making
might have sounded alarming from outside, and that perhaps someone might
come to see if they were all right, but he just couldn't summon the energy
to get up and check if the door was locked.
As his wits slowly returned, however, he thought of what Zechs had said.
"All this, so you can sleep with my friends tonight? Safely?"
Zechs captured his face between his hands and stroked his thumbs across
Wufei's lips. His smile was lazy, but Wufei caught a mix of amusement
and concern in those eyes. "You can't send a man with a sweet tooth into
a candy shop and blame him if his mouth waters, mei. It doesn't mean I'm
going to eat anything. Only you." He kissed his way down Wufei's neck
"Hn. So you do find them attractive?"
"Certainly. Don't you?"
"I--I've never thought of them in that way."
"Really? Well, you have more control than I do." He rolled up on top of
Wufei, pinning him again, and smiled down at him. "I'm a lustful, lascivious
wolf, mei. You know that as well as I do. But wolves can be faithful mates
when they choose. And I've chosen you. I still enjoy looking at other
men. I'm not about to lie to you about that, or apologize for it. But
it's you I love, and you alone that I touch." He pulled back a little,
frowning. "Wufei, you've captured my heart completely, not just my lust
or my interest. I love you. I'd never hurt or betray you. You aren't worried,
Wufei gazed up at him, considering the question. It was all so easy, when
they were sequestered away in Sanque. Zechs was being honest with him
now, and asking for his trust in return. "All this, just now, was it because
you found them attractive?"
"No, Wufei. I enjoy their company, and they are very nice to look at.
That makes me horny, true, but my only focus is you. Do you understand?"
"I don't know," Wufei replied, repaying honesty with honesty. "But I do
trust you, and I guess I don't mind, if you're only looking."
Zechs kissed him again. "It means a lot to them, to have you join them
tonight. I can stay in our room, if you'd rather."
"No," Wufei replied without any hesitation. "No, I want you there, too.
You belong with me, no matter what."
Zechs sat up and pulled Wufei up into his arms. "Thank you, Wufei, my
one true love."
Without much being said, they all came back together in the parlor with
the television and big furniture that evening and watched movies. Heero
and the other others settled together on a large sectional sofa in a complicated
tangle of arms and legs and bowls of popcorn. To Wufei, curled up against
Zechs's side on a loveseat next to them, it appeared that no one cared
who was touching whom. At one point he caught Trowa kissing Heero on the
lips. Duo had Quatre's bare feet in his lap, massaging them absently as
he concentrated on the movie.
Zechs was watching them, too, Wufei knew, and he tried to see them through
his lover's eyes. They were attractive, all four of them, and each in
his own way. Could he imagine them as sexual partners? He pondered this
carefully, and realized that Duo and Quatre simply weren't his type, as
much as he liked them. But Heero and Trowa were another matter. Both of
them had something of Zechs's power and hard virility. They were, he concluded,
tops, and Trowa was the more intriguing of the two, even though he still
admired Heero more. Trowa looked over and caught him staring just then
and he hastily grinned and looked away. Zechs might be right about simple
male attraction, but he wasn't ready to start thinking of his closest
friends in that light.
He held onto that thought when the uncomfortable moment of bedtime finally
arrived. When Trowa turned off the set with the remote and unwound himself
from the others to stretch, Wufei realized he couldn't have told anyone
what the movie had been about, or who was in it.
Heero stood and pulled a yawning Duo to his feet. Trowa did the same and
wrapped an arm around his little husband's waist. Looking over at Wufei
and Zechs, he smiled and murmured, "Shall we?"
Wufei glanced up at Zechs, who just smiled and shrugged, leaving the final
decision to him.
"You all do wear pajamas or something, don't you?" he asked, and
then blushed as the others burst out laughing.
Zechs and Wufei changed in their room, and Zechs could tell that Wufei
was nervous but determined.
"I've never done this before," he muttered, staring into a dresser drawer.
Zechs reached in and handed him a tee-shirt and a pair of clean boxers.
"I think you'll be comfortable in these, love." He pulled on a pair of
loose sweats and an old tank top.
The fact was, Zechs had never been in exactly this situation before, either.
Any time he shared a bed with any number of other men, sex was expected,
the goal of the exercise. But he was also an expert at reading situations.
Without saying anything to Wufei, who was already nervous enough, he took
his time in the bathroom, giving the others time to arrange themselves
in bed as they liked, without any added awkwardness. Giving Wufei a last,
encouraging kiss, he led him down the balcony to their room.
Barton hadn't been joking when he said it was a bed purchased with company
in mind. It was huge, a custom made affair. Even with the other four already
in it, there was still plenty of space for two more. And the others did
wear pajamas, or at least reasonable approximations thereof.
He smiled to himself, wishing he could have heard the discussion that
resulted in this arrangement of bodies. Was it only by chance that Maxwell
was the furthest away, on the far side of the bed? The occassional flashes
of challenge and mistrust he still read in those lovely violet blue eyes
told him it wasn't, though he suspected it hadn't been entirely Duo's
decision to be kept so far from Zechs. Heero was sitting up next to him,
of course, then Trowa, leaving Quatre as the one directly besides their
guests. Was that relief on Wufei's face? He smiled, and hung back a little,
making it clear to all that he intended to take the outside spot.
Wufei carefully left space between himself and the blond boy. That still
left plenty of room for Zechs, but he made a point of spooning in against
him and wrapping an arm around his lover's waist. 'He's mine, boys.' He
could see they got the message. Not that there's probably been any doubt
in anyone's mind, of course, but he didn't' see any reason to play coy.
Besides, Wufei needed it. He was tense and embarassed at first, but once
Duo put the lights out, leaving only a single candle burning on the dresser
he gradually relaxed and settled down.
They talked quietly of the mission, and arrangements for the show, should
Quatre and Trowa be needed on short notice. Quatre made Zechs and Wufei
promise that they would come back here after the mission, so that they
could properly enjoy New Orleans. Wufei's new ring was noticed and admired.
Duo cracked a few joking warnings about "sleep humping". Wufei was rather
quiet, but Zechs didn't pick up on any problems. Poor boy, he hadn't so
much had his horizons broadened these past few months as totally blown
apart. Propped up on one elbow behind him, talking with Winner about clubs
and restaurants he wanted to show them, Zechs gently caressed the back
of Wufei's neck and shoulders, letting him feel their connection, letting
him know he knew of his nervousness. The gratifying reply came in the
form of Wufei nestling his backside more firmly against Zechs's lap. Head
cradled on one arm, he was the first to doze off.
Quatre noticed and gave Zechs a warm grin. Zechs stroked the hair back
from Wufei's cheek and noted the closed eyes, softly parted lips, and
even breathing. He kissed him gently, then smiled up at the others, who
were all taking an obvious interest. "Good night, boys. Sleep well."
It was a pleasure, watching two other beautiful couples settling down
together like that, while holding his own sleeping lover in his arms.
Yes, he could get used to this, he thought, closing his eyes. Still, old
habits died hard; the tumble of limbs, the pleasant mingling of body heat
and all those different, delicious male aromas? Zechs couldn't be blamed
if his body took notice, could he? In his world, that all just screamed
"orgy time!" It struck him now that his orgy days were far behind him,
and that he did, in fact, rather miss that sort of thing. But not so much
that he wasn't very glad he'd wisely enjoyed the daylights out of Wufei
that afternoon, so he could allow sleeping near all these lovelies to
He only hoped that Wufei was a fast healer.
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