February 2002
Notes: Aphrodisiac was supposed to be a one-shot. Then I got feedback from ld (praphdrmr) which inspired another idea...
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing; Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu do. But I do own the cute little wiggly-eared plot bunny which prompted this non-profit story.
The heavy tray cut through the air with frightening speed.
Trowa barely managed to avoid being decapitated, flinging himself to the floor at the last second. The metal disc smashed the living room window of the safe house into a million pieces, and Trowa launched himself through the newly-made exit without a moment's hesitation.
"I COULD BARELY WALK FOR TWO DAYS, YOU INCONSIDERATE JERK!!!!" Quatre's roar followed him as Trowa pelted up the driveway to where Heero was pulling away in a stolen jeep. The acrobat leaped and just caught the back roll bar, pulling himself into the rear seat as Heero floored it.
Heero drove the jeep at just under suicidal speed along the back roads. He was headed for the area's alternate safe house, where he expected Duo would be waiting.
At least, he hoped Duo would be waiting.
"Quatre heard what I said about tricking Duo into having sex with me," he stated.
"Yes," Trowa said.
"In your opinion, will he call Duo and tell him he's been tricked?"
"Oh, yes. He may wait until he's calm enough to do so without revealing that I did the same thing to him, but he will most definitely call."
Heero sped up.
They arrived four hours later to find the alternate safe house empty. Deathscythe was nearby in the woods, and Duo's possessions were stashed in a duffle under the bed, but of the long-haired pilot himself there was no sign.
They met back in the living room to compare notes, and then turned as one when the vid-screen chimed.
Trowa went to the unit and read the caller-id display. "It's Quatre," he said, and Heero quickly moved out of pickup range. Trowa pressed the Accept Call button. "Hello, Quatre."
Quatre's face hardened. "I want to talk to Duo."
Trowa gazed at his angry lover. His blond hair was tousled, as if he had been alternately tugging on it and running his hands through it. Or as if he had just gotten out of bed. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, showing just a glimpse of his collarbone. Quatre had such a sexy collarbone. And those eyes... shooting sparks of fury right now, but oh, how quickly they could turn to passion...
Trowa licked his lips and wondered how long he would be in the doghouse. He was ready to make up right now. Or make out, anyway.
Recalling himself, and not wanting to make Quatre any angrier, Trowa said, "He's not here right now."
Quatre gritted his teeth. "I suppose I can't tell if you're lying to me, so I'll just have to keep calling until he answers." He cut the connection immediately.
Trowa sighed. No nooky tonight.
Heero almost smiled with relief. Quatre hadn't had a chance to tell Duo what he'd discovered yet. The situation might still be salvageable. He crossed to the vid-screen and pushed the Privacy button, shutting off the chime and the flashing light that signalled incoming calls.
Trowa smiled faintly at his action. "That will only delay things."
"I know. I will have to tell Duo myself, before Quatre can make it sound like I was just taking advantage of him."
Trowa snorted. "You were taking advantage of him!"
"Well... yes," Heero frowned. "But Duo values honesty. He will forgive me more quickly if I am the one to tell him."
"As long as he doesn't shoot to kill first."
Mere moments later, the sputter of an approaching engine heralded the arrival of Duo on a motor scooter, grocery bags strapped behind the seat.
An eager little smirk lit Duo's face as he caught sight of Heero at the door. "Heyyyyyy, Hee-chan, I'm glad you're here, I- oh, hi Trowa!" His sexy grin slid into a welcoming-yet-rueful smile. He passed one of the bags to Trowa and squeezed Heero's rump as he passed. "That'll have to do until later," he whispered, winking.
"So, Tro, what brings you here?" Duo asked cheerfully as he began unloading groceries.
"Trowa and I are planning a recovery mission," Heero said, jerking his head at Trowa to indicate they should talk elsewhere.
"Oh, OK. Well, you guys go plan and I'll make supper. I have all the fixings for spaghetti!"
"Sounds fine," Trowa said, putting the last of the cans in the cupboard.
Duo had made a good supper - salad with a zesty dressing, and spaghetti with meat sauce and parmesan cheese sprinkled on top. The braided boy kept up a cheerful chatter throughout the meal, not seeming to mind that the other two pilots said little.
Heero watched his lover as he ate. His eyes lingered on the graceful arch of his neck, the dancing laughter in his eyes, the slide of that heavy silken braid over his shoulder. By the end of the meal, he was completely, urgently hard.
Maybe he could put off telling Duo until tomorrow morning. He would surely be better able to think than he was now. Duo caught his eye and winked. Yes, he would definitely be too busy tonight. Tomorrow would be much better.
Duo bounced up from his seat and over to the vid-screen, neatly evading Heero's half-hearted grab for his arm. "Oh, I guess this is a good time..." He dialled a number from memory, and turned the screen towards the table so everyone could see.
Quatre's face appeared. "How did it go, Duo?"
"Perfectly, thanks. The salad dressing disguised the taste completely."
Heero stared at his lover, then glanced at Trowa. He was disconcerted to see that the green-eyed pilot was moving his arm back and forth under the table.
Uh-oh.
"Trowa, Heero - Duo and I have decided that what you did was reprehensible, irresponsible, and downright mean," Quatre said firmly.
"What he said," Duo grinned, tilting his head at Quatre's image. "So we decided a little payback is in order. You pretended you had been dosed with an aphrodisiac - well now you can experience the real thing."
Heero met Trowa's wide-eyed gaze, hoping that he didn't look as desperate. He wanted to rise and tackle Duo, but he didn't think his legs would hold him right now.
Duo started moving to the door. "Well, have fun, guys. And remember, turn about is fair play."
"Yes," Quatre said, smiling sweetly. "You might want to keep that in mind when whoever gets to be uke starts getting sore."
The door slammed behind Duo, followed by Quatre cutting the vid call, and the sound of the motor scooter pulling away.
Heero locked eyes with Trowa. The green-eyed pilot stared back, his hand still moving slowly beneath the table.
"I'm not going to be bottom," Trowa said, as Heero stated, "I'm seme."
Quatre frowned as he drove the car back towards the safe house where he and Duo had left their respective lovers the previous evening. "I'm still annoyed with Trowa," he said.
"Yeah, same for me with Heero. But you gotta admit, it's just a little bit flattering that they would go to such lengths to get us into bed," Duo said with a lazy grin.
Quatre shook his head. "How is it flattering that neither of them had the courage to just tell us how they felt and invite us into their beds?"
"They aren't so good with words, Quat. They'd rather face fifty mobile suits barehanded than talk about their feelings. Especially if they might be rejected."
Quatre snorted, but said nothing.
After a moment, Duo continued. "And I have to ask - how did you feel about Trowa before he pulled that stunt on you?"
Quatre blushed slightly, his eyes still on the road. "I thought he was wonderful."
"And did you tell him that?"
Quatre opened his mouth, and slowly shut it as an expression of chagrin crept across his face.
"Exactly," Duo continued. "We can't really point fingers at them for not saying anything when we kept silent ourselves, ne?"
"But still... I was really sore the next day - the next two days, actually."
"Yeah, me too. But it got better, right? And just think - they've had a chance to discover for themselves just what jerks they were."
"I guess."
A moment later a reluctant grin twitched Quatre's lips. "I wonder which one of them ended up being the bottom."
"And how they decided," Duo added. "Odds and evens? Two falls out of three?"
"Tiddlywinks?" Quatre suggested.
He glanced over at Duo, and they both burst out laughing.
When Quatre and Duo walked into the safe house, Heero and Trowa were sitting at the kitchen table hunched over coffee cups - sitting rather gingerly and shifting uncomfortably every few minutes, truth be told. They stared into their mugs, not meeting their lovers' eyes, and muttered a greeting.
After a moment or two of silence, Trowa said softly, "I'm sorry, Quatre."
"Sorry, Duo," Heero echoed a half-second later.
"S'OK, koi. Since you're sorry. But nothing like this had better happen ever again, understand?" Duo put a finger under Heero's chin and lifted it until he could gaze into those cobalt eyes.
"Aa. Never."
Trowa nodded emphatically.
"Sooo..." Duo continued, smirking slightly. "Who had to be the bottom?"
Trowa and Heero exchanged a long look, their faces reddening. Finally, Trowa choked out, "We took turns being seme."
Quatre hid a grin of satisfaction. "All right then. Apologies accepted, and we'll say no more about this, agreed?"
Nods all around signalled the end of the discussion.
Wufei let himself out the bedroom window of the safe house just as he heard Duo and Quatre come in the front door. He winced and hissed as he landed. Kami-sama, he was sore!!
He set off for where he had stashed Nataku the night before, walking stiffly and awkwardly, with nothing of his usual grace.
He had been shocked when he had arrived just after supper last night to find Heero and Trowa wrestling each other, half-naked and very much aroused. It hadn't taken long for him to guess the source of their erratic behaviour. Was there nothing those OZ kisamara would not stoop to???
His friends had been so hazed with lust that they were irrational, trying to fight the drug by fighting each other. He had taken the only honourable course open to him, and eased his friends' torment, continuously, until morning.
He was paying for it now, of course, but it was a price he was willing to pay. A slightly glazed smile played over his lips as he hitched along slowly, remembering some particularly vivid moments.
He just hoped his two temporary lovers would have the sense to never tell Duo and Quatre. He had a feeling that they just wouldn't understand.
(:./wingnut/aphro2)
