heeeee . . . . ^ ^
Duo turned to glare at Trowa, "You've been mighty quiet about this. Don't you care about your fate at all?"Trowa glared back mumbling because the KENSORED sign on his mouth prevented him from saying anything.
Meanwhile, in another much cooler, whiter place . . .
"Stop that," spat the ginger haired archangel, Treize, in Zechs's direction from several feet away and Zechs just smirked. Treize tried to ignore him (and his dully aching erection) and went back to his battle plans.
"I think they must have taken him into purgatory, I don't think they'd venture any farther that that," [[you gotta bear with me guys, my dante's major rusty . . . let's just pretend I know what I'm talkin bout, k?]] Treize said as he pointed to a spot on the map they were both bent over.
"Why not?" Heero was asking.
Treize sighed, "You should know, Heero, that once you start there's no going back. Besides, if he were . . . if he . . ." Treize's face took on a faraway expression and he closed his eyes slowly. . . and moaned.
"Treize?" It was Heero.
Treize snapped out of his reverie, eyes suddenly bright with anger and he turned abruptly in Zechs's direction.
"DAMN YOU MILLIARD! Stop that this instant! We're trying to concentrate here!!"
Heero looked between the obviously distressed angel and his still-smirking counterpart (who had not moved nor spoken) and then back again. Was the archangel losing his mind? Or was Zechs up to his antics?
Wufei snickered silently "heh . . Milliard . . ."
Unfortunately for Wufei, Zechs's talents did not stop at the art of sexual arousal . . .he also has exceptionally good ears.
Treize and Heero were still bent the map of the netherworld (not the Netherlands--this is much warmer and with less alchohol), when they heard Wufei's pleas and saw Zechs stalking after him.
At least, Treize mused, they could get back to work . . . and then Yuy was bending in front of him, brushing against his already attentive frontside to point to a very unfamiliar and quite un-inhabited territory--why were these underlings so distracting!
Heero was oblivious as he pointed out the place, "We start here."
And in that warmer locale:
Trowa, much to his chagrin, was learning that the small blonde ravishing him mercilessly was somehow practiced in the same techniques that Zechs had aquired, even if by much milder degrees. Or perhaps it had just been too long since his last good, hard f--
"QUATRE!" Duo shouted making Trowa lift his head from where it lay listlessly against the back of the divan. At first he'd been enraged by the demon attacking but . . . fo sheezy! What a mouth!
Quatre lifted his face from the man's lap to turn to Duo, eyes glowing red with lust and rage and it was then that Trowa finally came back to his senses.
"What do you--OOF!" Was Quatre's only reply as the 2x4 [[heh . . . that's a lumber measurement not a pairing! ]] connected with his face, sending him flying over he divan and off of Trowa.
"Holy shit!" Duo howled! "Did you see how cool that was?!"
Trowa stared dumbly at him and then at the stirring form on the floor before he was promptly hauled up by the wrist and was being dragged to yet another . . . well what a surprise . . . he had no clue where.
Duo was pulling him and laughing until he heard an enraged growl from the other side of the divan. "C'mon, man. We gotta get you outta here!"
End of Pt. 23
*GONGGGG!!!* Next up!
Maynard
(:./babaca/rr23)
