Title: The Paddle Team
Authors: listmembers of CS Insanity Central - as listed for each chapter
Chapter Nine by Clary Sage
GreenThumb was in heaven, or at least a fair facsimile thereof. The Paddleteam headquarters was a large, ivy coated building, reddish bricks, wide sparkling windows, and to his utter delight, the back yard was just one huge garden. Quatre and Trowa had a done a decent job with it, small fruit trees yet to bloom encasing flowers and low shrubs. A lovely little wrought iron bench, a small fountain here, a pathway between a rock garden over there. In short, it had everything possible to make Duo comfortable.
There was really only one problem. There was no one there to keep him company. The four members of the Paddleteam were all inside, concentrating on figuring out just how much damage he'd manage to do, and what, if anything, his punishment was to be. GreenThumb sighed heavily, running his fingers along a flower nearby and smiling a little when it grew large and striking, a heady odour rising to his nose. Plants were always trying to impress him in such ways. They all felt this strange desire to please him; it wasn't his fault, really.
He dug his toes into the grass, leaning back on his elbows and letting the dying sun bath him in gold. It had really all started when he'd accidentally drunk Scientist Duo's mixture of plant growth formula and lust potion, then had downed some fertilizer and plant food to boot. Before he'd become GreenThumb, he'd actually had a different name. He smiled slightly in remembrance; he'd been called Pretty Duo. His main purpose amongst the others of his kind being to merely look beautiful at all times, and to dazzle everyone with his magnificence.
But after drinking all those chemicals, he'd been changed. First, his stomach had hurt something awful, and then he'd actually turned green, and finally, his skin tone reverted to porcelain white, hair becoming lustrous, and his eyes had become like two sparkling emeralds. The only problem really, had been they'd found he couldn't stand the touch of manmade materials anymore. Anything like concrete, or iron, even a polyester shirt, and he'd end up writhing on the ground in pain.
So, he'd run away from his home, leaving behind the other Duos and his mistress, determined to find some better way of living. What this better way was, he was still unsure of, but he knew it had to be out there somewhere. Unfortunately, it'd only been a few months and already he seemed to be causing serious trouble.
He sighed again, letting a few soft tendrils of grass grow along his arm like a bracelet. Maybe the Paddleteam would let him stay with them. He'd certainly be 'planted' more often. He could tell, just by the look in their eyes, they *all* wanted him. The problem was, he wasn't sure which ones he wanted.
Heero, the dark haired one, was certainly very attractive, and sexy too. It was the way he seemed dangerous and seductive all in one glance. Not to mention the body on him, so tight and lean, piercing eyes and full lips.
But then there was the way the Chinese boy, Wufei, had been paddling him. It still sent little tingles to his groin just thinking about it. The lascivious whacks to his bottom, the way Wufei had been panting, an obvious erection poking Duo where he'd laid across his lap. That'd been hot too.
And the blond one, Quatre, those tiny delicate hands, the small slapping sounds of his camel quirt, those lustrous aqua eyes. Mmm, and that kiss! But he seemed to be taken already by the tall one, Trowa, who also was decidedly gorgeous.
Not that GreenThumb really minded borrowing something already taken, or in this case, someone. But just the same, if he wanted to stay it was probably best if he didn't cause any more trouble.
So who to pick? Or maybe, he thought, rolling over and letting the grass have its way with him. Maybe he should just let them decide. That way, he wouldn't be the one causing the trouble, if there were any troubles. The grass wiggled its way over his body, the smell of fresh greenery enveloping him entirely as it slithered over his face, feeling like tiny kisses. Soon, little flowers sprouted, minuscule blossoms erupting like rainbows within the grass.
"GreenThumb," he heard what sounded like Heero's voice saying, "GreenThumb, are you all right?"
He blinked, looking up through the small space left around his face. "Uh huh, they like me," he murmured happily, inhaling the scent of a hundred tiny flowers.
"I can see that, but aren't they suffocating you?" Heero knelt down, gingerly pushing the grass and flowers away from Duo's face. He sat back on his heels, holding back a sigh of appreciation. GreenThumb really was beautiful, those enchantingly green eyes sparkling with pleasure.
"No, they wouldn't do that," he wiggled a little and the grasses eased away, as if melting off him, "they don't want to hurt me, they just want to touch me."
Heero knew that feeling, rather acutely. Even now, he fought the urge to run his finger over that tiny upturned nose, that full and smiling mouth, trace the long lashed eyelids that swayed sleepily over GreenThumb's stunning emerald eyes. Lust pollen or no lust pollen, he had to face the fact that GreenThumb Duo was beyond attractive, and that there was no way he'd be able to resist much longer. "We decided that you should stay with us for a while, just in case," he whispered, tentatively stroking one alabaster cheek. His fingers trailed down a little, refusing to listen to his brain.
"Mm," Duo sighed, arching into the touch and tilting his head to the side, "I promise I'll be good." Then he frowned a little, realizing that if he behaved himself, he wouldn't get any more spankings. "Well, mostly good," he said with a grin.
"Hmph," Heero grunted, easing into a sitting position and removing his hand from GreenThumb's face. Idly he fingered the brush that was attached to his belt, eyeing the long hair in its messy braid. "Would you mind if I..." he asked, holding up the hairbrush and waggling it.
"Oohhh, would I?!" Duo squealed excitedly, sitting up suddenly and jumping into Heero's lap. "I'd love it!"
Wufei was in hell, well, proverbial hell. He had been coming out to tell Duo the good news, when he'd discovered Heero had beaten him to it already. So, being the honourable man that he was, Wufei decided to hide behind some nearby bushes and watch what unfolded, or in this case, unravelled.
Heero was busily trying to unravel GreenThumb's long hair, tangling his fingers to the roots in an effort to release the snarled hair from its braid. After a few moments, he managed to get some of it undone, and carefully ran his brush through a bit of it. Instantly GreenThumb stiffened, yowling with pain. Heero jerked backwards in surprise, "What's the matter?"
"Owww, that brush," GreenThumb gasped, "what's it made of?"
"Metal and wood," Heero responded, nonplussed.
"No wonder," Duo sighed, slumping down and putting his head in his hands, "It's not fair! I can't seem to touch anything," he groaned, slumping even lower, "I can't even get my hair brushed anymore!"
Heero glanced at him, rather puzzled. Had he hit a snarl? Maybe he'd brushed too hard? "Why not?"
"I can't touch anything that's manmade, it hurts now. Before the change I was normal, but now..."
"The change?" Heero asked.
The change? Wufei echoed silently from his hiding place.
"The change, you know? When something changes you irreversibly? Well, I used to be normal once, but a few months ago, I accidentally drank some of S. Duo's plant growth formula, and then when I went looking for something to wash my mouth out with I accidentally drank his lust potion, and then T.K. Duo handed me fertilizer mixed with plant food..." GreenThumb trailed off, looking rather forlorn all of a sudden.
Heero was confused; who were all these other Duos GreenThumb kept referring to? And why on earth would someone hand you fertilizer and plant food to drink? And wouldn't this normally kill you if you did happen to drink all of it? "So it's the brush?" he asked, realizing at last the reason Duo had howled.
"Yeah, it hurts," Duo fell backwards into the grass, digging his fingers into the soil and moaning softly, "damnit," he whispered in disappointment. He'd been so close. Heero had been right behind him, all nestled up close, breath whispering past his ear. And he hadn't even had to use pollen this time!
"Hold on, I'll be right back," Heero said, standing up and jogging back towards the headquarters.
Update ~ Sian (near-the-spot reporter) [send feedback to siang@bio.umass.edu]
More info from today's Boston Globe...
A guerrilla group calling itself the Rose Brigade (!) has been secretly maintaining the rosebushes in Boston's Public Garden for the last 15 years.
This clearly can't be a coincidence.
Chapter Ten by WingNut
Wufei watched from within the bushes as Heero turned and jogged back towards the house, leaving GreenThumb sitting disconsolately on the much-greener-than-it-used-to-be grass.
The Chinese man smiled to himself. He had some unfinished business to attend to with that delicious little tidbi- er, their prisoner. He was the hetero one, he had to remember that!
Trying very hard to ignore why that particular non sequitur popped into his head, Wufei crept out from the bushes and prowled towards GreenThumb.
Duo rolled to face him, obviously having heard him approach.
Wufei tried to identify the quick flurry of emotions that flitted across the handsome boy's face - surprise, a touch of fear, and then a strange sort of anticipation. Surely that expression couldn't be lus-
No. He was the hetero one.
Wufei gripped his wooden paddle firmly, and pointed to the wrought iron bench with the other hand.
GreenThumb lips slowly turned up in a devious little smile. "You've come to punish me?"
Wufei nodded once, approving of GreenThumb's attitude. Obviously this mutant had some sense of honour, if he wasn't fighting against his just punishment. That hopeful tone was merely the prisoner's way of signalling that he was eager to make restitution for his misdeeds.
"Is that paddle solid wood?" GreenThumb asked a little anxiously.
Wufei smirked to himself. Getting worried, was he? Perfect. "Yes, it is."
Duo bit his lip and said, a bit hesitantly, "You polish it with Pledge or something?"
Wufei huffed a little - as if he didn't know how to take care of a fine weapon!! "Of course not!! A little lemon oil and a buffing cloth are all that is needed!"
GreenThumb's expressive eyes lit with an excited sparkle. Wufei started to lean forward, wanting... something... but he turned it into an imperious gesture towards the iron bench. "Let's go!"
He was a bit disconcerted at the sultry way GreenThumb sauntered to the bench, but he ripped his eyes away from the fascinating wiggle of Duo's hips when the slender youth stopped short.
"It's wrought iron, manmade. I can't sit on that - it would burn me," GreenThumb said, disappointed.
Oddly forgetting that punishment was *supposed* to hurt, Wufei whipped off his long leather coat and laid it over the bench. He did, however, catch himself before he could ask solicitously if that was any better.
The way GreenThumb was running his eyes up and down Wufei's newly- exposed torso made him feel strangely hot, and yet shivery at the same time. It was ridiculous, really; he was wearing a perfectly adequate blue silk tank, yet he felt oddly unclothed under the mutant's warmly admiring gaze.
GreenThumb touched the leather coat cautiously with the tip of one finger to ensure that it was safe, and then stroked a hand along it. "Niiiiiiice," he murmured.
Really, Wufei needed some serious meditation time. Why on earth would he feel jealous of his own *coat*???
He shook his head to clear it of such strange and unworthy thoughts, opened his mouth to order GreenThumb to bend over, and then stood there with his mouth open, oddly breathless.
Duo had hopped up onto the coat and was kneeling there, facing his captor. His hands were resting flat on the leather-covered bench, his chin resting on top of them. He was peering up at Wufei through his tousled bangs, while his ass was swaying seduc- er... invit- um... temptingly, damnit, *temptingly* back and forth.
"I've been baaaaaad," Duo said softly. "Reprimand me..."
Wufei closed his mouth with a snap. He could feel his cheeks heating in a furious blush. And his face felt warm, too.
"Heero! I was just looking for you!" Quatre clutched Heero's arm and pulled him towards the command centre. "We have a new crisis!"
Heero longed desperately to shake off the blond's grip and rush back out to the garden. Duo was waiting, and Heero really really really wanted to brush out that long, silky hair, run his hands over that pale, perfect skin... but... but...
He had taken an oath to protect this city, and he had never refused a mission yet. Damnit.
Sighing slightly, he hooked the completely-natural maple-and-teasle hairbrush onto his belt and followed his team leader into the command centre.
"Trowa's just gone to find Wufei..." Quatre started, but Heero interrupted.
"The sooner you show me what we have, the sooner we can be finished," he growled softly. And the sooner I can get back to Duo and that glorious tangle of hair, he thought wistfully.
Quatre smiled slightly, one hand coming up to rest over his heart. "Of course, Heero." He turned and brought up a video clip on the large TV covering one wall.
The image on the screen wavered a bit before settling down to show a lovely garden - children ran laughing down the pathways, couples walked hand-in-hand, and muted conversation could be heard in the background.
"This was captured by a family in Boston's Public Garden just this morning," Quatre explained. "There have rumours of this sort of thing, but never any concrete evidence."
The camera view swung to show an elderly man wearing a greenish coverall spreading mulch under a rather wilted rose bush. A little girl ran up to him with a balloon bouquet, and a chorus of voices off camera shouted, "Happy anniversary!!"
The gardener turned in surprise, and a large smile lit up his face. "Happy 50th anniversary working here in the gardens, grandpa," said the little girl, handing him the balloons.
"Well, thank you, swee-"
>From behind the gardener, several figures dressed in camouflage leaped from the bushes, automatic weapons held at the ready.
People screamed and fled. The little girl was knocked flat, and the old man threw himself over her protectively. The image whirled and descended suddenly before settling at a tilt - evidently the videographer had dropped his camera.
As relative silence fell, another man stepped from the cover of the dense rose bushes. This man was tall and broad-shouldered, with long, almost white hair that swung to his trim waist. He carried himself with the casual fierceness of the very dangerous.
In contrast to the rest of the guerrilla band, whose clothing and painted faces were designed to blend into the foliage, this man, obviously the leader, was dressed in a bright red jacket and tight white breeches, and wore a silver helmet over the upper half of his head.
"Oooooh," Quatre breathed, eyes wide.
Heero glared half-heartedly at his teammate. The man *was* impressive, but still...! He turned back to the video.
The leader stepped up to the rose bush the groundskeeper had been tending and looked closely at its leaves.
"What's this?!?" he snarled in a soft, threatening voice. "*THRIPS!*"
"I... I... I can explain!!" the gardener stammered.
"You can explain why you *allowed* this bush to become infested?" The man in red said softly, menacingly. "You can explain how your shameful neglect has resulted in a blight in this sector? Don't bother. Your dishonourable actions speak for themselves."
The man in red leaned down over the gardener, and pulled something off the green coverall with such force that the material ripped. "You are no longer a member of the Rose Brigade," he said coldly.
The gardener moaned, his shoulders slumping, but the guerrilla leader was already whirling away from his cowering victim.
He strode up to the bush and drew a pistol-like weapon. Aiming it at the bush, he quickly drenched the drooping leaves with a sparkling liquid before reholstering his weapon with a flourish.
Then, with only a quick hand signal, the guerrilla band melted back into the undergrowth, leaving the quivering gardener and his granddaughter lying on the ground.
Quatre switched off the video. "The gardener was understandably terrified. Although he was clearly the victim of some sort of theft, he refused to press any charges."
Heero grunted. How could he phrase this without sounding desperately needy? "If they are hiding in the bushes, GreenThumb could help track them down." There - short, to the point, strictly professional.
Quatre smiled again, like a cream-fed cat. "Mm. I suppose he could." Then, looking around with a little frown, he said, "I wonder where Trowa got to?"
"I'll check the garden," Heero said briskly, striding off in that direction before Quatre could call him back.
Trowa smiled slightly as he lazily rubbed his coiled whip over the bulge in his leather pants.
This GreenThumb was a definite asset to the team - who knew he would be able to get under 'Fei's skin so quickly? He and Quatre had been nearly at their wits' end trying to devise ways to help their prickly teammate 'relax,' but it looked as though that problem might be solved.
Duo was the very picture of sweet and sexy, kneeling submissively on the bench with his delicate butt raised. His threadbare cotton pants did nothing to disguise the delectable swell of his ass.
Wufei had obviously been unable to resist - he was paddling Duo with sharp, stinging smacks, slowly covering both upturned buttocks impartially.
The Chinese youth had evidently started on one of his famous rants about justice and how miscreants should submit to their punishment obediently, but by the time Trowa had reached the garden, it had degenerated into a panted stream of disjointed, incomprehensible words.
Perhaps, Trowa thought judiciously, that might have something to do with the way GreenThumb had wrapped his arms around Wufei's knees and was eagerly rubbing his cheeks and mouth over his tormentor's thighs, moaning deliciously.
Trowa smirked. Duo was getting awfully close to 'Fei's erection, and from the half-delirious, half-terrified look on Wufei's face, he had no idea what to do about it.
"Trowa." The acrobat turned, reluctantly, to see Heero approaching. "Quatre's looking for you."
[TBC]
Chapter Eleven by Scheherazade
Carefully keeping his face in a blase look, Trowa nodded and stalked away, leaving Heero with the prime garden spying spot. His carefully schooled face let loose a small smirk as he walked away, thinking about what Heero would think about Wufei's 'justice'.
Heero, after delivering his message to Trowa, suddenly became mesmerized by the sight in front of him. GT Duo's pert rear was held high in the air, being routinely smacked by Wufei. As a small trail of drool fell down the boy's face, he shook off the lustful feelings enough to get back to business. Granted, it was business carefully manufactured so that he could remain in contact with GT Duo at all times, but business nonetheless.
"Wufei, we have another crisis on our hands."
//actually, we have a writhing, hot, saucy, sexy-as-all-hell mutant on my hands but-- no! damnit! think hetero thoughts, think hetero thoughts!!!!!// thought Wufei, but he said, "What's our status?" taking a break from his aerobic paddling of the miscreant creature, his face was red with exertion and his loose strands of hair were plastered to his face. He was panting rather hard, and something else was hard, too...
"There's a renegade group of guerillas tormenting elderly gardeners in the vicinity"
"Gardeners. We could use GT Duo to help us on this--"
"Exactly what we thought."
"And what, exactly, are you boys gonna use me for?" asked GT Duo with mock innocence.
Two equally hentai looks headed in his direction.
Chapter Twelve by Clary Sage
But before another word about *that* particular matter could be uttered, Trowa returned, followed closely by Quatre.
"According to what I could gather, the Rose Brigade's headquarters should be somewhere down near the Farmer's Market." The small blond boy said rather seriously, though he couldn't help but sneak a few glances in the direction of GreenThumb's wagging rear. It was actually quite distracting, round and firm and connecting almost perfectly symmetrically with his slim thighs, the lithe curve of his back, the way his tangled hair tumbled down his shoulders...
Quatre jerked to the moment with a start, barely registering that Wufei had asked him a question. "What?"
Wufei cleared his throat and glanced down at Duo, also noticing the still sexily swaying ass of his recent punishment session. Then recalled himself in time and managed to ask again, "I take it you think they'll be surrounded by enough plant life for GreenThumb to be able to find them?"
"Oh, uh," Quatre, again caught off guard managed to nod, "yes, quite likely he'll be near something equal to a garden."
"He?" Duo asked, trying to sit down, his tender rear reminding him it might be best if he stood for a while.
Heero, having actually been a recipient of Wufei's 'justice blows' in the past, winced in sympathy. Then wondered what Duo's perfectly pert buns looked like without the green jumpsuit on. Probably all pink-tinged, begging to be kissed, perhaps even licked and then he could...
"-don't you think so, Heero."
"Yes, yes, definitely," he mumbled, eyes still glued to Duo, though now he was mentally licking a path down the creamy shoulder blades of Duo's back, running his fingertips over each curve and velvet skinned angle, leaving teasing bite marks down a hip...
"Ok then, you go with Quatre and Trowa, and I'll head out with GreenThumb." Wufei finished, trying to hide his smirk of complete satisfaction. Now he'd get to keep an 'eye' on GreenThumb and make sure he caused no more mischief. He still didn't quite trust the boy, though, perhaps he thought, that might just be an excuse.
Currently, Wufei found himself in the most terrific battle he'd ever been in. And for once, there wasn't a way to fight out of it and win. There were actually only two choices.
One, he could just give in. Which, judging by the previews, wasn't necessarily the worst thing he could do. GreenThumb was after all, a completely tempting, sexy, gorgeous, nymph.
Or Two, he could go on pretending he was completely heterosexual. Even though, he thought he might like both sides of the fence. He had to admit; Sally Po had nearly had the same affect on him that Duo had. Then again, maybe he was just too horny to know the difference any more.
And either way, he was definitely going to get a piece of GreenThumb if it was the last thing he managed to do. Boy or no boy.
Heero in the meantime had his jaw working in a soundless effort to catch up to his brain. "Wha-?" he managed, before it finally sank in what he'd done. He'd actually agreed to let Wufei be alone with Duo for an unspecified amount of time, without his direct supervision. He stifled a groan as he again let his eyes drift over GreenThumb's tight little body. "Ok..."
GreenThumb let out a loud 'whoop!' as the trees moved his body over the pavement below. He hid his grin as Wufei grumbled something from beneath him, and had the branches and vines lower him a bit. "You could always ride with me," he offered, extending his hand toward the muttering Chinese boy.
Wufei managed to look askance at the mere idea and huffed indignantly, "no thank you, they'd probably just drop me."
"They would not!" GreenThumb yelled, more than a little upset that someone wouldn't trust *his* plants.
"Ok, ok," Wufei said quickly, holding out his arms to be picked up. He realized that if he couldn't trust GreenThumb, then GreenThumb probably wouldn't trust him very much either. And no matter what, Wufei wanted Duo to trust him, and do other things as well. As the branches hoisted him up beside the longhaired boy, another mental image took hold of Wufei, temporarily forcing him to forget where he was, what he was doing, how much time was passing...
GreenThumb naked and leaning against a mossy tree, hair spread out, loose and silken, flowing nearly down to his knees. Those liquid green eyes filled with lust and desire. His body pale and beautiful as he posed, one hand slipping over his own soft skin, caressing each lithe muscle. Those forest eyes closing in bliss as the hand found its mark, slipping down to caress his erection with a loving touch. Then those amazingly vivid eyes opening again, and staring right into Wufei's.
Before Wufei could say 'wet-daydream', he was being set down again, GreenThumb settling beside him in a gentle flurry of branches. He glanced up and realized he was across the street from a tall warehouse, a small wooden fence to his left, and no traffic on the street in either direction.
"Well, this is it. I can hear the roses inside, and they say they've definitely been well tended by a tall blonde," Duo paused, as if listening, "hm, sounds hot," he continued with a grin.
Wufei stepped back, taking hold of Duo's arm and tugging him gently down behind the fence to their left. He tried not to become distracted too much when Duo leaned against him, snuggling almost unconsciously against his arm.
"We'd better contact the others and tell them to meet us here," Wufei whispered, his hand wandering around the slim, green-clothed waist, despite the fervent exclamations of his brain. With his free hand he quickly dialled his cellphone and told the others where they were, hanging up with a quick goodbye.
"Oh, what to do in the meantime?" GreenThumb breathed, leaning closer to the dark-haired youth and whispering, "how much time do we have?" he licked the soft earlobe near his mouth, expertly jetting a tiny puff of hot air into Wufei's ear.
Wufei shivered, his nipples hardening into points against his tank- top, and the hand he'd snuck around Duo's slim waist tightening imperceptibly. "About five minutes..."
Chapter Thirteen by WingNut
"Only five minutes?" GreenThumb echoed in a disappointed tone of voice. At least, Wufei thought it might be disappointment. He really couldn't be sure of anything right now, his mind was whirling so.
Wufei caught his breath as Duo's pout slid into a sexy little grin. "I know!!" the mutant crowed happily. "I haven't thanked you for disciplining me..."
Duo turned within his encircling arm so they were facing each other, "...so very, *very* well..."
The American threw a leg over his thighs, "...with your solid..."
Wufei almost groaned as Duo squirmed over and up until he was sitting in 'Fei's lap, "...wood..."
Then he did groan as the green-eyed sprite rocked his hips forward, sliding his arms around Wufei's suddenly trembling shoulders, "...paddle."
The last word was breathed out in a low husky voice against Wufei's lips, and the Chinese man could resist no longer. His mouth latched onto Duo's with single-minded intensity, one arm tightening around that trim waist, the other hand gripping that sweetly wriggling ass and pulling their hips firmly together.
How long that deep, wet, groin-grinding kiss lasted he really couldn't say - he was in a timeless place consisting solely of pleasure and sensation.
Wufei ignored the tickling against his neck and ears as long as he could, but when something scratched his back he opened his eyes and drew back to pant for breath.
Roses - huge, heady, fragrant blossoms - surrounded them, cascading down over the top of the fence. He smirked at Duo's half-hearted look of contrition, figuring that the burst of growth hadn't been intentional.
"Well, isn't that sweet, Alex?"
Wufei whirled at the sound of the stranger's voice, his hand closing automatically on his paddle. Beside him, the roses began to lift themselves defensively as Duo reacted as well.
"Sweet is hardly the word *I'd* use, Mueller." The second stranger threw something small and dark, which hit the ground beside Duo's foot and burst in a cloud of whitish smoke.
Wufei choked on the acrid fumes, feeling Duo coughing and sliding off his lap to give him room to move. He tried to leap to his feet, to raise his head above the poisonous gas, but his muscles would not respond, and he slumped to the ground, his vision darkening.
He could hear the voices talking as his consciousness fled.
"The Colonel will be very interested in these two..."
Chapter Fourteen by Clary Sage
Wufei awoke to the smell of roses, and to the distinct feeling that all was not right in the world. That feeling promptly intensified as he realized he was tied to something, and apparently naked. He opened his eyes slowly, a small headache banging on his forehead from the gas that had got him where he was.
Directly in front of him was something that took his breath away, and then brought it back to him on a serving dish complete with napkin. Duo hung from the ceiling suspended - apparently - by his own green jumpsuit. Of course, that was startling enough, but G.T. Duo's complete nudity was something else entirely.
Despite the situation Wufei was finding himself in, he couldn't seem to help the rising erection between his legs. Then he blushed as he realized he wasn't dressed, and nothing was there to hide his blatant arousal.
"Ahh, waking up at last, my little Chinese Rose?" a soft and sultry voice asked from behind Wufei's left shoulder. "And apparently you get morning wood as well."
"This is not honourable," Wufei hissed, struggling to turn in his bindings and catch a glimpse of the speaker behind that voice.
"It's not? Oh damn, I'm sure they'll revoke my 'honour license' then," a chuckle floated past Wufei's ears, followed by a hand slowly stroking its way across his back. The hand seemed to have very dishonourable intentions, leisurely slipping down the curve of his spine, fingers trailing lightly over the upper swell of his ass. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me why you were outside of my residence, spying?"
"And perhaps you'd like to tell me why I'm hanging naked from a ceiling suspended by-" at this Wufei glanced up to see exactly what he was suspended by, noticing that like Duo, it was by his own clothing. That stumped him for a moment, and then it hit him, of course, they would have noticed Duo's allergies to all things manmade.
"Mmmm," the voice purred, "so insolent," a small snap and a clicking sound floated to Wufei's ears, followed by a loud 'Thwap!'
"Yeeowch!" Wufei's toes left the floor as his rear was mercilessly smacked with a paddle. Then he let out an even louder wail as he realized it was his *own* paddle! That wasn't fair! No one hit him with his own paddle! Of all the nerve!
Suddenly he was spun around, his tormentor face to face with him. Wufei's jaw clamped shut on his next words, the syllables frozen on his tongue. One word ran over his mind like a freight truck, accidentally spilling out, "Wow," he said, rather quietly, eyes growing wide with admiration as he took in his captor.
The man that stood there was tall, with broad shoulders and a tapering waist, soft, gingery hair flowing smoothly back from a high forehead, a few wisps escaping to brush against one carelessly split eyebrow. His glittering eyes slitted slightly as Wufei studied him, lips quirking. "Not so bad now that you can see me, hmm?"
"No," Wufei said before he could think about it. Instantly regretting his softly uttered word as he watched the man glide closer, one of those oddly split eyebrows arching.
"Hey, what the hell is going on?"
Wufei, whose back was still to Duo's hanging body, instantly recognized the voice of his semi-teammate, also recalling their last few moments together. He blushed again, remembering the erotic slide of Duo's tongue against his own, those tight thighs wrapping around his waist as Duo had rocked their erections together. "Are you all right?" he asked, clearing his throat a little, suddenly glad his back was to Duo.
"Well, no, not really, but who's the hottie groping you?"
Trust Duo to notice that the man's grip had eased downwards, one large hand squeezing Wufei's buttocks. "No o~ne!" Wufei's voice cracked a bit. Damn him! He liked it; he really, really liked it, a lot. In all fairness, a perfect stranger's hand should not be able to conjure up this much sensation, not to mention make his erection rather a tad more prominent.
"Me? A hottie, hmm? Why thank you," the man came to stand in front of Wufei, though his fingers remained teasingly stroking one rounded cheek, "I'm the leader of the Rose Brigade, General Khushrenada," he paused, as if considering, "and you are?" he pinched one firm buttock, smacking it lightly.
"None of your business, you cowardly dog!" Wufei shouted, not really regretting it when it earned him several swift blows with the paddle.
"Well, judging by your weapon of choice, I'd say you're one of the elusive PaddleTeam members," another smack followed, "although I don't know who your sexy little partner could be."
"I'm GreenThumb Duo," GreenThumb said happily from behind Wufei, giving a little wave of his fingers. He smiled at the handsome man, grinning at the lovely red-tinged ass that faced him as well. Here he was, hanging naked from the ceiling, and the only thing on his mind was Wufei's gorgeous buns, not to mention, the soft groans and shudders that were escaping from the Paddleteam affiliate. Also not to mention, the guy holding them both, really was a hottie, the uniform doing nothing to hide the impressive arousal of the man. GreenThumb was thrilled, when he'd started out with the PaddleTeam, he'd had no idea he would end up in so many sexy situations. The possibilities of being 'planted' were numerous. He wiggled in his bindings, tiptoes touching the loose soil of the floor.
Loose soil? GreenThumb glanced down, taking in the rough brown of the dirt below his bare feet. Well, it did explain why he wasn't in pain. It also demonstrated how truly thoughtful their captors were. Duo mentally felt around, sifting beneath the soil, and in and about the nearby shadows. Sure enough, there was plenty of plant-life, all of it just dying to please him. He teased it a bit; urging it to slowly come out of hiding, hoping the faint rustling couldn't be heard above Wufei's moans.
But the General wasn't paying any attention to the soft noises of the surrounding greenery; instead, he was busily licking a wet path down one of Wufei's shoulders. One hand lazily stroking circles across the smooth, silky plains of Wufei's rear, the other hand loosely holding the wooden paddle.
"Treize!" a shocked voice yelled from behind Duo, another man coming into view as he rushed over and grabbed the paddle. "What do you think you're do..." the new man paused, eyeing Wufei's swaying body, the tilt of his head as he groaned against one shoulder. "Oh never mind, you could have at least called me in," the blonde man said testily, turning to gaze at Duo where he hung.
The word "hung" bounced up and down in Duo's mind, his body happily reacting to the sight of the well muscled, sleek, blond man staring at him. Could his day get any better? First Heero, then Wufei, and now two more completely gorgeous men! It was enough to make GreenThumb sigh with delight. So he did. His eyes slinking to half- mast, lips turning up in a sexy smirk as the blond approached on silent feet.
Chapter Fifteen by WingNut
Wufei lifted his head from the warm shoulder it had been leaning against. Both of his captor's hands were roaming over his body, stroking and caressing.
He should be fighting this... he should be demanding to be freed... he should...
"Kisama," he whispered, somehow reduced to shallow gasps for breath. "Don't. Stop." The words had no force behind them, but Wufei couldn't seem to care.
The General chuckled. "Don't stop? As you wish."
Wufei moaned as those wicked hands began to tweak and fondle him. "Kis-a-ma!" he panted, knowing he should object but not really wanting to. He tried again, but his voice trailed off as he made eye contact with his fascinating captor. "Kis..."
"Certainly I'll kiss you," Khushrenada agreed, and then their mouths were meshing together, and Wufei was lost...
Zechs rolled his eyes slightly as his friend and commander bent his head and thoroughly kissed the captive PaddleTeam member. Treize was incorrigible.
And insatiable.
And a damned good kisser.
So the blond colonel wasn't really surprised when the Chinese man moaned and, still suspended by his bound wrists, lifted his feet off the floor and wrapped his legs around the General's waist.
Having the distinct feeling that he knew how that 'interrogation' would end, Zechs turned back to the other prisoner, idly toying with the paddle he had taken from Treize.
Now *this* adorable young man was very much to his liking. He took a moment to look over this second captive, noting the trim, muscled body, the pert smile and languorous look on the handsome face, the trace of an almost-shy blush, and of course, the impressively hard erection.
"Hello sweetling," Zechs purred. "I'm Zechs Merquise."
The young man grinned back at him. "GreenThumb Duo!" he announced cheerfully, as if he didn't at all mind being tied up naked.
Well, perhaps he didn't mind... Zechs toyed with that intriguing idea as he came a little closer, enjoying the wave of innocent sensuality the boy seemed to exude, the unnaturally bright green eyes, the long, disheve-
Wait a second!!!!
Zechs looked closer, disbelieving, and then shuddered with revulsion. He would have to *do* something about this... this *travesty*, this... outrage.
Eyes narrowed, he stalked toward the braided prisoner.
Heero clenched his fist around the handle of his all-natural maple-and-teasel hairbrush - of all the times to get stuck in traffic!
First there had been an accident because some blond girl in a pink Cadillac was staring at him instead of the road. Then there had been the construction zone, where Quatre had almost driven off the road because he was ogling the hard bodies on the workers.
And now - the handle of the brush creaked as his fist clenched even harder - now they were stuck behind some *idiot* in a convertible yammering on his cell phone as he drove at half the posted speed limit.
It was enough to make a dedicated PaddleTeam member turn renegade.
Approximately two seconds before Heero exploded, Trowa said calmly, "Quatre, get as close as you can." Then he stood up in the moving jeep and put one lean leg over the windshield, his foot resting on the bonnet for balance.
A moment later, still poised over the windshield, Trowa said a bit breathlessly, "I love you, too, Quatre, but I meant, 'drive as closely as you can to that convertible,' not 'wind yourself around my leg.'"
Quatre, grinning unrepentantly, slithered back into the driver's seat and sped up slightly.
With a precision that spoke of hours of practice, Trowa's whip snaked out and ripped the offending cell phone out of the grasp of the idiot driver. With a twist of his torso and a sinuous flick of his wrist, Trowa sent the little gizmo flying, to smash against a speed limit sign beside the road.
The astonished driver gazed at his flying cell phone, jerked in shock when it shattered into its component parts, and positively shook with terror when he looked into his rear-view mirror and saw who was following him.
Within seconds they were rocketing along at well over the posted limit, Quatre keeping them within whip range of the convertible as a gentle reminder to not slow down.
Heero leaned forward over the back of the front seat, wrapping his arms around Trowa's shoulders. "Thank you," he murmured sincerely, pressing a kiss and a nibble or three to the acrobat's sensitive neck.
Trowa tilted his head to allow Heero's mouth better access. "You're welcome. You... mmmmm... can pay me back properly - ooh! - later."
Quatre swung off the main road, heading for Wufei's and Duo's last reported location. In a few moments, they turned onto another street.
Quatre slammed on the brakes, and they rocked to a halt.
In front of them, a living blanket of roses spread from one side of the street to the other, starting in the back yard of an elegant house and flowing across to a tall warehouse.
Quatre blinked. "I think we've found Duo's location."
Duo had been enjoying watching Wufei react to that blazing kiss of Khushrenada's, when he had looked up to see a tall and lusciously handsome blond man eyeing him with open lust.
But suddenly the lust had given way to shocked realization and finally, offended outrage. Without another word, the muscular man had ripped him down from his bindings and dragged him out of the warehouse, to an enclosed area behind the building.
Duo shivered. For the past half hour, he had been subject to the other's fury. He had to admit, the tall man had done an excellent job of reducing him almost to tears.
Duo pressed his quivering lips together. He would not cry, although he dearly wanted to as Zechs approached again. The blond had removed his jacket and shirt, and was clad only in his boots and tight breeches.
"Bend over," his captor demanded sternly.
Slowly, Duo bent and braced his hands against the stone fountain in front of him.
He felt Zechs' muscled legs press against his own, felt the other's groin come into intimate contact with his rear. He lowered his head and bit his lip, determined to make no outcry.
Despite his determination, he couldn't help a slight whimper as Zechs upended his bucket and cold water cascaded over Duo's head. Gentle fingers worked against his scalp, ensuring that no suds remained in the messy locks.
"I can't *believe* you let this glorious mane get so dirty and snarled!!" Zechs scolded.
"I'm sorry!" Duo quavered. He had tried so hard to keep his hair looking nice, but he had to admit he hadn't done a very good job.
"If *I* had hair as long as yours, I would take better care of it!!" Zechs muttered. "Now, this is an herbal rinse which should help with the tangles and really bring out the shine. I use it every day."
Duo sighed and relaxed a little as Zechs' strong fingers began working through his hair once more. It was a little uncomfortable, bending over this fountain, but an ordinary man-made sink was out of the question, and this outdoor stone-tiled basin was otherwise ideal.
"Can we use hot water to rinse this time?" Duo asked plaintively. His head was getting cold.
"Absolutely not!" Zechs exclaimed in horror. "I've already explained how the heat causes split ends! Perhaps you can go back to using *warm* water after you've gotten your hair back into shape..."
"OK," Duo agreed sadly. He really did get cold very easily. But perhaps - he brightened a little -perhaps after his hair had been taken care of, he could persuade this tall, handsome hair-care genius to help warm him up...
GreenThumb sighed a bit more happily and wiggled back a little into Zechs' warm body. Perhaps he should start persuading him now...
[TBC]
(:./wingnut/paddle2)
