21-Mar-2004

Title: Joules Of A Unit (for the Ides Of March challenge)
Author: CleverYoungThief
Rating: R
Warnings: yaoi, language, PWP (kinda)
Pairings: 1x2x3x4x5
Archive: GWA
Genre: Duo POV/Humor/Romance
Timeline: One Year War
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Don't sue. College kids are like L2 kids; we got nothin'.
Feedback: Please?
Notes: Sorry this fic is late, guys, but I didn't initially plan on being a part of the Ides Of March Fic Challenge, and just kind of got sucked into it. Also, the title came from joules, which are-if any of you have taken basic chemistry-the units for heat. In this case, body heat. ^_^;; This is what happens when you mix caffeine with Britney Spear's Toxic remix.

Joules Of A Unit by CleverYoungThief

We work as one unit.

That's just the way we live, breathe, and fight. Even when we're separated, we're still a part of one another. That's what being a part of this team is all about. Any team, as far as I'm concerned, and maybe it's just me, but I don't think the others mind too much.

It started out when we were hiding in a burned-out hunting cabin. We got snowed in, with no electricity. No heat. Me and Quatre were the ones who were feeling it the worst, and the earliest, I think. Coming from a colony where it gets up to eighty-five fahrenheit on a mild day, I was pretty damned miserable within a few hours. Quatre was bad off, too, but since he's a desert brat, that's to be expected.

But slowly, the other three succumbed, too. Wufei was pacing like a caged tiger, trying to keep himself warm. Heero and Trowa were still and silent as they usually are, but I could tell it was starting to wear on them, too. Trowa's lips looked almost blue as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to conserve as much heat as possible, and Heero was shivering. You wouldn't believe it from what the bad guys are callin' The Perfect Soldier, but believe me, he was quakin' like a mutt in a thunderstorm. I was there.

Anyway, leave it up to me to come up with the obvious solution.

"Take your clothes off."

They all looked at me like I was insane. Was nobody following my line of thought here? I think Heero got it first.

"Body heat," I said, trying to clarify. Quatre was blushing, even though it felt like the temperature was sub-zero, and I was surprised that much blood could rise up in his cheeks. Trowa was raising one eyebrow at me, and Wufei looked ready to kill me. I think he thought I was being a wiseass, and he couldn't figure out how. But Heero was giving me a contemplative look, so I think he was on the right track.

"Body heat," Heero repeated, scowling in a way that didn't mean he was mad at me, or thought I was being stupid, but as if he was really thinking about what I was saying. I've learned how to interpret a variety of scowls from the guy, since that's one of his all-time favorite expressions.

I may have been able to read the guy pretty well, but I wasn't expecting him to pull off the flak jacket he was wearing in one graceful, sweeping move, letting it hit the floor before he shucked the white tee-shirt underneath. Yeah, you heard me right. Long-sleeved. Even Heero isn't stupid enough to wear a tank top in Alaska. He had just begun to unbutton his jeans (a part that I was trying not to avidly notice, thank you very much) when Wufei broke the stunned silence.

"Yuy? What in the hell are you doing?"

"The only way to maintain a body heat of thirty-seven degrees centigrade is to retain it through a buffer." He looked up at me as I pulled my own shirt over my head, and I had a feeling what he was going to use as his buffer.

As my shirt hit the floor too, Heero glanced at Wufei. "If you plan on freezing to death, Chang, you can do it on your own time. But for Mission, you'll do whatever is necessary to preserve your life off the battlefield."

It wasn't a suggestion, mind you. That was Heero's "live like I tell you, or I'll kill you myself" tone of voice, and for once, I was glad not to be on the receiving end.

Quatre glanced at Trowa, who just shrugged, and began to pull his own shirt off. Quatre was blushing harder-blushing should be illegal in a blizzard-and began to do the same.

I resisted the urge to grin; after all, I had just talked four of the hottest guys I have ever seen-off or on the planet-into getting down to their birthday suits. And all in the name of science.

Hallelujah.

I was in the middle of unbuttoning my own jeans and sliding them down when I got kind of side-tracked, because Heero wasn't wearing anything under his. And unfortunately, I was distracted enough to be caught at it.

Trowa coughed as he pushed down his pants, and I realized I had been staring. And then I found out that I can blush in a blizzard, too.

"Wufei?" Quatre asked softly, shoving down his slacks. There was still blood burning in his cheeks, but considering, I thought he was taking it rather well. Wufei, on the other hand, had his hands curled over his mouth, blowing into them to warm them up, looking at us over them with a look of frustrated bewilderment, as if he had just realized he was the only sane guy in a loonybin.

"Aren't you going to come? I don't want you to get cold."

Looking at those deep, snapping black eyes, beautifully angled face, and other less poetic parts, I agreed.

"We better move this to the bedroom. This place does have a bedroom, doesn't it?" I asked, turning to Heero.

"As far as specs say."

"Good. Maybe there'll be blankets." I walked down the hall to the linen closet in nothing but a pair of white cotton boxers with little Monopoly pieces on them, opening the door. Somewhere somebody likes me. There was a couple of sheets, but no blankets. Jesus, people... haven't you ever heard of an afghan?

I gathered the sheets I could find-beggars can't be choosers, I guess, and since we broke into their hunting cabin, I guess burglars can't be choosers, either-and flapped them out a little, trying to get the dust out. They weren't too bad, but still had that musty smell to them, like they hadn't been used in a couple of months. Ah well.

When I got back to the living room/den/freak show of stuffed animal heads, I witnessed a sight that made my jaw drop. Wufei was standing in the den... in nothing. Glaring imminent death at Heero, who may or may not have stripped Wufei himself.

The world may never know.

Heero was as naked as Wufei was. Trowa and Quatre weren't standing in anything more than boxer shorts.

I think my brain short-circuited or something.

"Found some sheets," I said, suddenly hoarse, trying to keep my tone light. Heero nodded and walked towards me, pulling them from my arms with a clinical professionalism I wish I could have mustered. As it was, I was lucky not to be making some gutteral caveman noise with a string of drool hanging from the corner of my mouth.

As he pushed past me towards the bedroom at the end of the hall, I heard him whisper, a soft kind of amusement in his voice.

"Body heat, huh?" he said, smirking just a little. He'd caught me out.

First joke I've ever heard out of the guy. Swear to God.

I watched him walk down the hall-above the waist, moron!-and then turned back to the others. Trowa and Quatre were coming, too. Even Wufei, who looked even colder than ever. Cold enough to do anything to get warm, I guess. Even snuggle up with four other guys, despite the fact that terrorists rarely-if ever-snuggle.

Once they were all headed down the hall after Heero, I followed, not being able to resist the urge to glance down.

Heero was already set up by the time the four of us got in there. Talk about efficiency walking. He was lying in the middle of a king-sized bed, lying beneath the rumpled, innocent-looking white sheets, hands folded beneath his head. It may have been damned cold in that room, but the look in those cobalt eyes was smoldering.

Thanks for giving me enough wet-dream material to last for the rest of the war, buddy. I appreciate it.

"Hurry up. It's cold," Heero said, and even though the tone of his voice was blunt and hard, the command in it almost made my knees buckle. I stripped down to nothing and moved to the edge of the bed, lifting up the white sheet and sliding in next to him. I heard Trowa and Quatre following after me, but I didn't see them. My eyes were all for Heero.

I expected him to make room for me. What I didn't expect was to be jerked forward by the shoulder. I let out a yelp of surprise as I hit his chest, but that was nothing compared to the shock of feeling his warm, callused palm spread against my lower back, pulling us together until we were locked, shoulder and shoulder, hip to hip.

The look in his eyes made me want to shudder, and I could feel my lower body beginning to react, even though I tried to think of less arousing things, like Relena or Dr. G, but it wasn't working. At least when I died, I would be naked in bed with Heero Yuy. There were worse ways, I guess.

If he noticed my-ahem, condition-he didn't say anything. He just stared into my eyes as if he was trying to set me on fire. And that's when I noticed he was in a bit of a condition himself. I felt his condition poking me in the hip.

"This was the general idea, wasn't it?" he murmured, and I could only nod my head wordlessly. Must be, I thought, feverish. 'Cause I don't remember being this hot in my life.

I heard distant rustling as Quatre and Trowa disrobed completely, and felt Quatre and Trowa slide in next to to me, Quatre pressed up against my back, Trowa on the end, his hand tentative on Quatre's shoulder. I could almost feel four heartbeats. The room was definitely warming up.

I looked at Wufei, who was standing at the end of the bed. I've never seen a guy look so torn-or chilly-at one time before. I grinned at him, trying to make it look harmless, but I could see him visibly swallow.

"C'mon, Wuffers, the covers are fine. I promise not to snore, or you can vote me off the mattress."

He inched a little closer, but that was all. Here, Wuffie Wuffie Wuffie... I thought, laughing softly. Gotta complete the unit.

"Chang," Heero warned. Scowling, Wufei moved over to Heero's side of the bed, squeezing in on the edge. Heero turned onto his back, and I heard Wufei cry out as Heero's arm came up around his neck at the same time as his other came up around mine, pulling us together to make more room.

You gotta love peer pressure.

Wufei started to mutter curses at Heero, but suddenly, he wasn't interested in Heero anymore. He was looking across to the other side of the bed, eyes wide and shocked, and I followed his gaze.

Quatre had turned towards Trowa, and Quatre's arms were thrown around Trowa's neck. Their faces were very close together. I couldn't see anything around the back of Quatre's head, but judging by the sounds and the movements, I had a pretty good idea.

Heero snorted. "Barton. What are you doing?"

Moving his head up slightly, I could barely see feral green eyes over the mop of baby-fine blonde hair obscuring my vision. Hey, if I can't participate, I'll watch.

"Generating heat." Those eyes disappeared again, and I saw lumps move beneath the covers as Quatre's leg came up around the back of Trowa's thigh, pulling them closer.

Heero's eyes widened, and then he smiled. Really smiled, not that little I-know-exactly-what-you're-thinking-and-you're-a-moron smile, or his I-just-killed-my-quota-and-I-feel-fine smile. It was a good one. A dangerous one, but dangerous in that way that always makes me feel like I'm going to melt into a puddle.

With a movement that was almost too quick to be seen, Heero picked up Wufei-who was screeching with indignation like a scalded cat by this point-and dropped him between us. Then he caught my eye.

Generate heat, he mouthed. That dangerous amused look never left his eyes. I gulped.

Before Wufei could react any further, Heero was leaning over him. Kissing him. I saw Wufei's hands come up to Heero's shoulders to push him away, but Heero was too strong. Eventually, the same hands that were trying to push him away were relaxed on his neck, and creeping up to bury themselves in Heero's hair.

Heat is pretty addicting when you're cold.

It was all Heero's idea, mind you.

But I wasn't going to be left out. I ran my hand over Wufei's stomach-damn, but he's gorgeous-and leaned forward, rolling my tongue over his right nipple. He moaned under Heero's mouth, and I saw his hips raise slightly, partly in protest and mostly in teenage hormones. I grinned before moving my mouth to suckle it, my right hand sliding across his chest to run my thumb over the other one. He gasped as Heero backed away to breathe, and I wondered why I never let Heero persuade us all naked into one bed before.

It was all his idea, after all.

My free hand roamed across the top of the mattress, tracing the headboard as the bed rocked gently, moving until I felt Quatre's hair under my fingertips. He turned towards me, breathing against my skin, and then Trowa's knuckles brushed the nape of my neck as he stuck his fingers into Quatre's mouth. They were way too familiar, I thought, for it to be a first-time thing.

Now Wufei, on the other hand...

That poor boy didn't know what to do with himself.

Between me inching my way down his chest with my tongue, sinking beneath the covers, and Heero biting softly at the juncture between his shoulder and neck, he was helpless. His hands clenched in the sheets, as if he didn't know what to do with them.

As I moved completely under the covers, surrounded by warmth and smooth skin and sweat, I moved sideways slightly until I was between Wufei's legs, going after my target. I licked my way up his length, then suckled gently at the tip before taking in the rest.

Don't ask me if I've ever done it before, I don't kiss and tell. Well... I guess this time I'm makin' an exception.

As soon as my mouth was otherwise-occupied-Wufei finally found something to do with his hands. I felt his fingers snarl into my hair, close to the scalp, and realized that I had never heard him so loud in all the time I'd known the guy. The fact that he was arching his back and shouting in a language I couldn't understand didn't deter me in the slightest. In fact, hearing someone else sing my praises in another language has been my goal for the last few weeks. Course, it wasn't Wufei... .

But what can I say? I'm flexible.

It didn't take him long. He was too nervous and too wound up. My hands were spread on either thigh, and his hips jerked against me one last time as I moved one down to gently roll his balls in my palm. He may have been cool elsewhere, but that was one place he was definitely still warm. I swallowed hard, licking away all traces of him until he was clean, his stomach muscles quivering under my fingertips.

I wriggled my way back up to the top of the covers, getting a breath of air. Quatre and Trowa were absorbed in each other, a tangle of sweating limbs and moving mouths. My hair was falling out of the braid, down into my eyes, and Trowa suddenly turned Quatre towards me, putting me almost nose to nose with him.

Well, as long as we were getting friendly... I leaned in fast before I could lose my nerve, catching Quatre's lips.

For a guy who looked like he was in a pretty monogamous relationship about five seconds ago, he responded pretty damned enthusiastically. His hand reached down between us, and I groaned, hips rocking towards him as he touched me, hand moving firmly as if he'd done it a million times before, and I moved my mouth to his shoulder, sucking it, tasting sweat. I met Trowa's wild eyes almost at the same time as I heard Quatre cry out softly. It didn't take long for me to figure out what Trowa was doing with the fingers he'd had in Quatre's mouth earlier.

Trowa leaned over, nipping at my chin, before he laughed, silently, and I felt more than saw him move forward, snaking an arm around Quatre's chest. Quatre moaned in my ear, and his hand squeezed down where he was touching me. Groaning, I rocked my hips into him.

I heard a yelp, then soft Japanese from behind me. Quiet laughter as Heero reached over Wufei, running his hand along my back, causing me to shudder. I was torn between leaning into Quatre or Heero.

Talk about being sandwiched.

I don't remember much after that. I had been steadily creeping closer to the edge, and the sound of Trowa's short sounds of exertion, coupled with Quatre's whispered Arabic right in the cup of my ear-not to mention his hands journeying over various other parts of my anatomy-sent me over. I remember the way his teeth clamped down on my shoulder as Trowa shoved him into me, and the sound of Heero taking Wufei behind me. Then it all gets kind of fuzzy.

Either the sex was really, really good, or my dreams are getting too vivid, and I gotta get laid more often.

I remember, much later, after Wufei had fallen asleep cradled between Quatre and Trowa, Heero wrapped his arms around me and whispered soft Japanese into my hair. He could have been quoting Julius Caesar, for all I knew, but it didn't matter much to me at the time. All I know is that he chose to play the game. They all did, until it wasn't a game anymore.

A few weeks later, after we'd all gotten used to casual touches and the comfort of human contact or an affectionate glance, Heero would seriously inform me that he'd calculated the amount of heat one unit of Gundam pilots could generate in a king-sized bed.

I had to tackle him then. Because c'mon... there can only be one smartass per unit.

And that position is already taken.

The End

(:./cyt/joules)