Title: The Paddle Team
Authors: listmembers of CS Insanity Central - as listed for each chapter
Warnings: abuse of the facets of Duo's personality, misuse of plants, lots of playful spankings, male-male sex in weird positions, potato terrorism, frighteningly strange crossdresser, etc. (i.e. all the usual stuff...)
Disclaimers: We don't own the characters from Gundam Wing, and if we did they would be very, very tired. ^_~ This is a work of non-profit (but not profitless, because we've had fun creating it!) fanfiction.
Clary Sage's ml, Insanity Central, [http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Cs_InsanityCentral/] has had an ongoing discussion on how the various aspects of Duo's character have splintered into a variety of Duos, who live (mostly) with Clary and lust after the now-outnumbered Heero. Various list members have posted snippets, scenes and ficlets showcasing the antics of Prankster Duo, Sensitive Duo, Teenage Klutz Duo, Sex Kitten Duo, etc.
Then one day, the posting of a newspaper headline to the ml caused this pleasant occupation to evolve into a round-robin story...
Prologue ~ Sian (Doc L.), Clary Sage, WingNut
Sian (Doc L):
from the first page of the City & Region section of today's Boston Globe:
"Duo gives life to Dorchester blight"
From the accompanying picture, it looks like the work of GreenThumb Duo.
Clary Sage:
<Gasp> does this mean there may be a duo at large?!
<calls out the paddleteam>
Heero: What? you were expecting mere swats?
>_<
WingNut:
<groan> I do love a good, sick pun!!
<snicker> But can't you just picture the paddleteam??
Chapter One by WingNut
The four handsome young men were a wet-dream in black leather: tight pants, tall boots and long coats. Their 'shirts' were mere strips of leather holding the accoutrements of their trade - paddles, whips, quirts, etc.
Heero rose from his laptop, calling out the coordinates to the others. GreenThumb was on the move, and would have to be tracked down immediately, or the city would be overrun with enormous plants...
Quatre flipped shut his cell phone as they swung into the corridor. "The Mayor says Boston Harbour is clogged with overgrown tea plants!! Three ships have been capsized already! Wufei, I'd like you to handle that."
Wufei looked slightly annoyed - either because he wouldn't be allowed to confront the rampaging mutant with his paddle, or because he hated the thought of all that tea being wasted. He nodded curtly, however, and turned on his heel, heading for his motorcycle.
"Trowa, GreenThumb has also been through the zoo, and several cages have been damaged. You'd be best suited there, to recapture the animals and calm the crowds." Trowa also nodded, flicking a whip, and strode away.
"Heero, you and I will tackle GreenThumb before he can do any further damage. We'll start at the coordinates you mentioned, and I'll try to track him with my spaceheart from there."
Heero frowned slightly. "I want him alive," he said flatly.
Quatre looked surprised, but then glanced at the hairbrush dangling from Heero's hand. "It's the hair, isn't it? You still want to tame one of them, use your weapon as a tool of pleasure instead of merely destruction."
The blond sighed. "I doubt this GreenThumb will be any easier to talk to than the last three dozen mutants we've taken down, but I promise to try."
Quatre smacked his camel quirt against his leg. "If he can be reasoned with, perhaps..."
Heero nodded, satisfied, and the two headed off to their jeep.
Chapter Two by Clary Sage
Meanwhile somewhere downtown, a lone figure was busily digging in the local park. Slim white hands were tossing soil every which way and eyes that were normally a very pretty amethyst were now a lovely emerald green.
GreenThumb Duo paused, delicately sniffing the air, "mmm, Heero pollen," he mumbled to himself, standing up and brushing off his tight green jumpsuit. He loved that his entire outfit matched his eyes, even if it did clash with his skin tone.
Lately though, not even his stylish jumpsuit tickled his fancy anymore, he'd been feeling peckish, moody, and disconsolate. Madam Claryified, his psychic, had told him he needed to get laid, or in her words, "You need to be planted, and planted firmly, boy."
Not that he believed her of course, but he still went on weekly visits to her small store, mostly because of the healthy green herbs lining the windowsill. Though he would never admit that to her.
But, as he sniffed vigorously of that exotic scent, he realized she might just be right. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone's smell alone gave him a raging hard-on. So, he ducked behind a few bushes and peered out between the shiny leaves.
A jeep pulled into the nearby parking lot, two wet-dreams leaping from it and heading his way. One of them, the darker and more foreboding of the two, was carrying a hairbrush. GreenThumb shivered in delight, trying to run a hand through his unruly hair. It hadn't been taken care of in months, and it was all tangles and knots now.
Suddenly the dark-haired one glanced right at GreenThumb's hiding place, absently smacking his thigh with the brush. "We know you're in there GreenThumb, just come out peacefully and everything will be all right!"
Chapter Three by WingNut
GreenThumb shivered again. That voice! It was flat, uncompromising, and filled with veiled threats. He found it very sexy...
GreenThumb licked his lips and flexed his fingers and toes against the ground, undecided. Should he race out and tackle/glomp the tempting stranger, or lure him into these bushes?
He glanced at the third young man, weighing the idea of including him in the fun. He was certainly handsome, with blond hair almost as messy as his darker companion's, and the hint of a smile hovering beneath his expression of concentration. He was standing with his eyes closed, one hand over his heart, the other clutching a short whip.
GreenThumb looked more closely. The whip was really a quirt - it had a tab of leather at the end, instead of a tapered tip. It would cause more noise than damage, more pop than sting. He smirked. He could think of any number of interesting things to do with that...
Duo rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Right then. Blondie was in.
He carefully pressed his spread fingers into the soil, burying them in the cool, damp dirt, digging deep, like roots, until his hands were covered to the wrists. Then he peeked out at his new... targets? playmates?
He grinned. This was going to be fun.
Quatre clutched his chest as his eyes flew open in surprise. Those were definitely not the feelings of a rampaging monster!! There was none of the desire for destruction, or rage against an unsuspecting populace...
"Heero," he hissed. "Are you sure you saw GreenThumb? All I'm getting is some horny teenage in the bushes!"
Quatre shifted a bit - the overflow of emotion from said horny teenager was affecting him strongly. Damnit, now wasn't the time to be battling a raging hard-on!!
"Hai," Heero said quietly, keeping his gaze on the bushes. "He was about our age, trailing a long, messy braid with dirt and leaves all through it, and unnaturally bright green eyes. I'm sure."
Quatre smacked his leg with his quirt, using the slight sting to help him tear his eyes off Heero's lean, tapered back and fine, tight ass.
The Japanese boy was starting to prowl sideways, his eyes still fastened on the bushes.
Quatre ran his gaze over his friend's slender form, enjoying the play of muscle over bone, power and grace coiled in deadly harmony...
Quatre smacked his leg again, harder, and forced himself to look the other way, checking the open space on the far end of the bushes.
They still had a mutant to deal with, here. But afterwards... He sighed and rubbed the handle of the quirt over the bulge in his leather pants. Afterwards, he would play with his good friend Heero.
Oooh, and Wufei and Trowa, too!
Heero narrowed his eyes. Was that a flash of hair? He took a careful step sideways for a better view. There! Behind that bush - almost *in* that bush - was that the curve of a bent back?
He glanced around quickly, to ensure he wasn't about to be attacked from another direction. He could see no other danger, and Quatre was safe, pacing carefully toward the far end of the clump of bushes.
Actually, seen in profile, Quatre seemed to be enjoying this mission a little more than usual. Heero turned back to stalking his target, his own breathing quickening.
He couldn't really fault Quatre for his arousal - Heero himself was fighting against a growing... distraction. There was something about the smell of the surrounding greenery - earthy, fecund, bursting with life...
A startled cry from Quatre had Heero whirling and crouching defensively in place. His jaw dropped.
Quatre was hanging suspended upside down.
A large plant (tree? beanstalk?), which had certainly not been there moments before, had sprouted from the earth, wrapping a strong vine around the blond's left ankle as it did so.
"I'm not hurt! Watch yourself!" Quatre called out, smacking his quirt against a vine attempting to insinuate itself up his right pant leg.
Heero whirled back toward the bushes just in time to be bowled over.
The lithe form against him planted a wet kiss on his mouth and was gone, rolling off and away. He grabbed instinctively, but the braid he was aiming for zipped between his fingers.
Bright laughter trailed in the wake of the braid.
[TBC]
Chapter Four by Clary Sage
"Why do you think he kissed me?" Heero asked as he busily tried to remove the clinging green vines from around Quatre.
The blond seemed to have a considering expression, though it was hard to tell since he was still upside down. Heero finally managed to release the smaller boy and stepped forward, catching him before he hit the ground. Quatre was still considering his response, blue eyes squinting slightly in thought, "because you're too sexy in those pants?" he blurted, rolling out of Heero's arms and landing with a rustle of leaves. He glanced up to find Heero standing very still, one hand on his chin in a thoughtful expression.
"You're probably right, maybe I should start wearing looser clothing?"
Quatre shook his head vigorously, "Oh no! Don't do that..." he trailed off, not knowing quite how to say what he wanted to. "Besides, you can't move as freely in loose clothes," he smiled, knowing full well Heero could move well in either, but tight clothes were just that much more.. appealing.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Now, where do you think he went?"
And once more, both Paddleteam members grew serious expressions, glancing about warily.
Quatre clutched at his chest, willing his spaceheart to find GreenThumb, but alas, the *villain* seemed nowhere near. "I think he's gone,"
"Damn! Now we may never find him," Heero's face fell, pouting. Though the kiss had been quick and sloppy, there had been something to GreenThumb, something superbly delicious, luscious, and something only Duos ever seemed to have. Ok, and maybe it was also that long hair, just the right shade of everything, soft, pretty, though in GreenThumb's case, it was in desperate need of a good brushing, and a few washes.
Quatre, though unable to find GreenThumb, could however feel Heero's current emotional state. He sighed deeply; Heero was definitely not going to go by the book on this case. Not that Quatre minded, he himself was pondering different things they could do with GreenThumb. The few looks he managed to get of the boy were pure electricity. And that vine thing... it had definite possibilities.
"Let's go back to headquarters and see how the others fared," Heero said with a sigh, eyeing the dying vines that lay around them on the ground.
GreenThumb Duo was horny, thorny even. He winced as he yanked another rose thorn from his rear. It's what he got for hiding in a rosebush.
Though he couldn't decide whether the minor pain of a few dozen thorns in his ass was enough to get him over his newfound lust or not. Damn, those two had been gorgeous, all that tight clothing, those menacing glares, and that blonde! He'd seen the hard-on he'd been sporting, liquid clothing doing nothing to hide it and everything to emphasize it. GreenThumb absently wiped at the trace of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't believe he was actually salivating at the mere thought of the two Paddleteam members.
Well, that clinched it, the only thing he could do now was hunt down their headquarters. After all, it wasn't everyday he actually found someone, let alone two someones, that were sexy enough to get him this excited.
With that thought, GreenThumb stood from his hiding place, and flitted down the road in the wake of the jeep. Rose thorns dropping off him along the way, and a broad smile spreading across his lips.
Chapter Five by WingNut
Without straightening or turning around, Wufei reached back with his paddle and smacked the hand fondling his rear.
He ignored the squeal that resulted and reached forward over the side of the small speedboat again, bent almost double.
"Damned onnas," he grumbled under his breath, grabbing the last enormous tea leaf and pulling it away from the tug's rudder. He straightened at last, and waved to the captain of the larger boat.
The tug's engine roared, the nets tightened, and the last of the gigantic tea plant was hauled out of the harbour.
He turned back to the controls of the speedboat he had commandeered, loftily ignoring the twinkling blue eyes of Sally Po, the boat's owner, who had insisted on riding with him.
He gripped his paddle more firmly. He would not be intimidated by an onna, no matter how uncomfortable she made him when she ran her eyes leisurely over his body.
He stepped forward and swung one leg over the back of the driver's chair, sliding down to sit on the seat. He also sat on Sally's hand, which had somehow managed to insinuate itself under his bottom while he had been loftily ignoring her.
Wufei gritted his teeth. He would *not* leap back up like some foolish child's-toy, as this annoying woman so obviously wanted him to do.
Keeping his face and movements controlled, Wufei restarted the speedboat and began piloting it back to the dock. He would not react to her at all.
He was so concerned with appearing stoically unmoved that he missed the evil little smirk that played over Sally's lips.
Howard, the harbourmaster, was ecstatic with how quickly the harbour had been cleared. That fellow from the PaddleTeam sure seemed to know what he was doing!
He tried to shake Wufei's hand with gratitude as the Chinese man nearly ran off Sally's boat, and got his fingers smacked rather sharply with a paddle.
"What's gotten into him?" Howard asked, puzzled, watching as Wufei hastily roared off on his motorcycle.
Sally grinned, her eyes dancing. "Not enough, obviously! That boy needs to get laid. He's much too tense. Although, he did seem to be enjoying the perineal massage I was giving him on the way back. He turned a rather interesting shade of reddish gold..."
That was odd, Quatre mused to himself, a hand pressing his chest. He'd never gotten quite that mix of embarrassment and arousal from Wufei before...
But the Chinese youth did not seem to need assistance - Quatre could feel his satisfaction at completing his task satisfactorily.
Trowa, on the other hand... Quatre closed his eyes, concentrating.
Blue eyes snapped open again. "Trowa needs help!" he called to Heero, trying and failing to keep the worry out of his voice. "He's feeling trapped, claustrophobic!!"
Heero glanced over at him, and silently made a fast turn, heading towards the zoo.
Tireless branches passed GreenThumb from one tree to another. It was not the fastest way to travel -he hated those stretches where concrete overran the green so completely that he had to either detour or get down and travel on foot. He found pavement actually hurtful, now that he had been changed.
He had been following the jeep with the two gorgeous PaddleTeam members in it, but he was falling behind due to their route through the most flora-challenged area in the city.
He was about to despair when he saw the jeep far ahead of him turn suddenly and race toward the river.
He let out his breath in relief - the zoo was that way, set in a large green space stuffed with plants. He hummed happily as he began gaining on the jeep again.
Where could they be going? Did they think he was actually at the zoo? He'd already been there - he'd helped the plants grow a little. OK, maybe he'd gotten a little carried away there...
Duo bit his lip. The two PaddleTeam hotties were likely going to the zoo to help deal with the mess he'd left behind. He didn't regret encouraging the plants (he loved to feel them grow!) but if he wanted to interact with his two new crushes, perhaps he should help them out a bit...? Just so they weren't too tired to play, later, of course!
He changed course slightly, heading to the heart of the problem he had caused.
Stay calm, Trowa ordered himself.
He stretched carefully, trying to reach his whip, but it had fallen just slightly too far away when he was knocked down. The smothering weight across his body shifted slightly, and he tried not to groan as his back was ground into a sharp and extremely uncomfortable rock. He would be black and blue tomorrow. If he survived...
All right, Trowa thought. The whip's out of reach. I can't get out from under here, but at least most of the animals are contained. I have to stay calm. Animals can feel fear, I just have to concentrate on my friendly feelings towards them.
He winced slightly as the side of his face was rasped, the skin already reddened from previous contact.
The large male lion pinning Trowa down tried to purr, and licked his face again with a large, rough tongue.
Trowa sighed. And to top it all off, this was probably making his bang stick up all funny...
Duo almost fell out of his tree laughing, when he saw the lion lazily licking the PaddleTeam member like some gigantic lollipop.
He remembered this particular lion from when he had visited the zoo earlier. The other lions all looked the same, but this one was easy to identify by the oddly forked eyebrows above the intelligent gaze.
Apparently this lion hadn't had much difficulty figuring out how to use the newly-grown trees in his cage to escape. The other lions were all still inside their cages.
Duo considered. Obviously, if he wanted to have the PaddleTeam look upon him favourably, he should help this one out. With a little smirk, he leapt to the ground and planted his fingers in the dirt, taking care to remain out of sight of the lion and his captive.
A series of plants popped out of the ground inside the lion enclosure. A branch from the closest tree swept down and across the plants, breaking off a few leaves.
Duo winced. He hated hurting the herbs, but unless the sap was exposed to the air, the lion wouldn't react.
The lion licked his cat-treat again, nuzzling the man's neck and still trying to purr.
Then, suddenly alert, the lion lifted his head, his nose working as he tested the air. He stood, sniffing, leaving one paw planted squarely in the middle of his prisoner's chest.
Oooh, and a very nice chest it was, too! Duo smiled appreciatively.
The lion turned back to his captive and indulged in one last, long taste, running his tongue from the man's belly, up over his chest, along his neck and up into his hair. He whuffled the oddly-shaped bang once, then turned and stalked regally through the open cage door to recline in the newly-grown bed of catnip.
The prone figure rolled lithely to his feet and carefully shut the cage door, latching it firmly.
Then the young man turned and stared at the trees surrounding the lion cage with a thoughtful frown on his face.
Chapter Six by Bad Momma
He was pretty sure they hadn't been there just two minutes ago. As a matter of fact he was pretty sure that they hadn't been in a wall-like formation around the cage when he'd gotten up to lock it. So what exactly was happening?
As the banged Paddleteam member got up to lock the lion in the cage GreenThumb Duo had a chance to look over this newest specimen. Wow! Long lean legs, firm buns, slim waist, well shaped shoulders and chest, and nicely jutting... hair.
'Hmmm' he thought to himself, 'how many more of them are there?'
Without realizing he was doing it, he made the growing plants form a wall around the cage and member - of the team that is. If he could keep him here for a few minutes, maybe the others would show up as well and he could see the one he'd kissed again. And maybe, he could kiss him aga...
"Trowa!" The blonde one yelled as he approached the cage. "Are you alright, we thought you were in trouble, what happened?"
"Wait Quatre!" That was Duo's brown-haired love. "The plants, they're surrounding him!"
They both stopped, looking around to see if they could spot the culprit, he had to be around somewhere.
Duo noticed them step carefully towards the tall one - Trowa, they seemed to be speaking in hushed tones. Trowa just nodded and started looking around suspiciously as well.
Slowly, his brown-haired lus- love turned and said, "We know you're out there GreenThumb. We don't want to hurt you, but you must let our friend go."
The blonde, Quatre, also turned and addressed the area around him. "We know you didn't mean to hurt anyone, and I'm not angry about what happened earlier. Really!"
Duo chuckled quietly. Yeah, he'd noticed that Quatre wasn't angry, he'd been quite happy if that bulge he'd seen indicated anything at all. Could he trust them? They were all hotties and Madam Clarified had said he needed some 'companionship'. Maybe they'd take him back to their base, maybe they'd tie him up and ask him questions. Maybe the brown-haired one would use that brush as part of the interrogation. Maybe...
Unbeknownst to Duo, Heero had caught a glimpse of his leaf-endowed braid swinging in the breeze while the other was distracted by his thoughts. Heero, being the ultimate Paddleteam member that he was - perfect some might even say - had snuck around and was now quietly coming up behind him.
He was trying to keep his mind on the matter at hand - capturing Duo - but he was having a hard time trying keep his mind off of what his hands could be doing. Running through that hair, running down that lucious back. Down, down, down to that pert little bottom! Oh it was killing him!
First things first, he decided. Catch him first, then he could do that other stuff. Right! Just one more step... A little bit closer and...
Heero suddenly found himself nose to nose with the object of his lust... um, quest. Dammit, he'd stepped on a dried out branch and alerted his prey to his presence. What now!
His quest stood and flicked out his tongue, licking Heero's nose, then turned to flee.
[TBC]
Chapter Seven by Clary Sage
With a quick move, the kind that Heero was known for, he snatched at the braid flying out behind the other boy. And this time he caught it. GreenThumb screeching to a halt and flopping backwards right into Heero's arms.
GreenThumb glanced up, tilting his head back to take in a look at his captor. "Oohh, you caught me!" he sighed happily.
Heero smirked, fingers still tightly wrapped around the dishevelled braid, and body quivering at the proximity of such a bundle of sexiness. He waggled his eyebrows, and then stopped and tried to grimace menacingly. "You're coming with us GreenThumb, it's probably best if you come willingly."
Duo batted his eyelashes, forcing the grin that kept trying to creep across his face back into hiding. "Don't hurt me?" he said, and grinned despite all his best efforts. It had been the word "come" that'd made it so hard to keep it off his face. That word had such lovely connotations, and coming peacefully or willingly, or even hard... oh yeah, that sounded really nice.
In the meantime the trees that had barricaded Trowa in, had began to shrivel up and sink back down, opening the way to release. The tall boy inched away from them, clasping Quatre's hand and stepping around the last of the greenery.
"Now what?" Quatre asked, glancing at the nearly purring GreenThumb Duo wrapped in Heero's arms. It looked suspiciously like an embrace more than a retaining hold. Though the blond really couldn't fault Heero for taking the opportunity to cop a feel. After all, GreenThumb was very attractive, even with the dirt and leaves plastered to his body. Quatre wondered what he'd look like cleaned up, probably stunning. Then Quatre wondered what he'd look like naked, and became distracted, eyes glazing over as he pictured the many activities that could be enjoyed with a naked Duo.
Trowa, noticing his little blonde's sudden stillness, glanced at GreenThumb himself, wondering what all the fuss was about. It was the first time he'd had a chance to take a good look at their troublemaker, and Trowa was stunned for a moment. "Wow," he mumbled after a few seconds, eyes roaming the lithe form, the long hair, the stunning emerald eyes.
"Mhm," Quatre agreed, his own eyes also glued to that provocative form.
Sure, they'd captured Duos before, but never one quite so... sexy. This one seemed to radiate pheromones that screamed "fuckable", every curve of his body and sigh of his breath dripping with sex. And suddenly the Paddleteam found itself facing perhaps its hardest mission ever.
At least, every member seemed to be hard, although, since Wufei wasn't there no one knew whether he was hard or not.
"There you are! I just thought I ought to..." Wufei stepped out from between some greenery nearby, the quick smile on his face being replaced by a furtive frown. "You caught him then?"
Heero nodded, realizing that for the past few minutes they'd all been staring at the boy who lay so relaxed in his arms. He was pretty sure captives weren't supposed to behave like this. GreenThumb seemed completely content to stay in his arms all day, and all night, and perhaps even till the morning sun rose over his bed... bad thoughts! Bad! Mm, well maybe not all bad, he decided, copping a feel of one firm little cheek. His breath hitched a bit as the boy shifted, purposely rubbing against Heero's erection, though for the life of him Heero couldn't remember when he'd even gotten hard.
"Well then," Wufei said briskly, clapping his hands together and smiling around at his teammates, "another successful mission!"
"Mm," Trowa responded noncommitally, his gaze busy tracing the outline of Duo's form through the tight jumpsuit he wore.
"Ah," Quatre managed, his fingers absently rubbing patterns over the back of Trowa's hand.
"Oh yeah," Heero gasped, wishing he had the will power to force his lower body away from the pert rear that was currently grinding against his erection.
Wufei, who hadn't really bothered to take a good look at their captive, finally did so, and soon became as enthralled as his comrades. The boy was hot! Though, the Chinese boy was somewhat disturbed that he thought this. After all, he was the straight one of the group, or at least he liked to think so. But GreenThumb was awfully attractive, half-lidded green eyes, mouth open a little to let out soft gasps, even the dirt that was smeared across one porcelain cheek seemed to have a strange attractiveness.
"Oh no!" Wufei yelled, suddenly realizing what it was that was keeping them all frozen in place, "pollen!"
And with that, Wufei began to sneeze rather vigorously.
Chapter Eight by WingNut
"Wa-CHOOOO!! He's releasi- aaaaaa-aaa-CHOOOOOOO! The plants are maki- aaa-CHHOOOO wa-CHOOOOOOOO! WAAAA-*CHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!*
"What did he say?" Quatre asked Trowa absently, still staring at GreenThumb, and wondering in a vague sort of way if Wufei's head would explode.
Trowa shrugged as he gracefully swayed forward to where GreenThumb was wiggling slightly in Heero's lap. He knelt in front of the two and began to rub his hands slowly all over the Duo's body.
Heero growled softly, but Trowa merely shot him a wicked little smile and said, "We have to be sure he isn't hiding any weapons, ne?"
Both Heero and Duo quirked wicked little smiles right back.
Duo began writhing slowly in Heero's lap. "Oh, yesssssss," GreenThumb moaned softly, "I'm dangerous, you know."
Heero swiftly pinioned Duo's arms behind his back with one hand, the other still keeping a firm grip on the mutant's braid. He leaned down and breathed across one delicate ear, "We'll punish you if you resist." Then he nibbled on the earlobe.
Quatre finally made his feet move. He moved to Heero's left side, as Trowa was taking up the right, and tilted GreenThumb's face up.
The mutant was obviously enjoying the attentions of the PaddleTeam members, shivering and moaning softly, his eyes huge and shining.
Quatre brought his forehead down to touch GreenThumb's, gazing deeply into those beautiful green eyes. "Well, you're restrained, and we're checking for weapons. I'll just make sure you can't communicate with your plants..." He leaned in, angling his head, and brought his open mouth down over Duo's.
Heaven... Quatre deepened the kiss, his eyes half-shutting with the surge of pleasure he felt. He could feel Heero nibbling on the slender arching neck, sense Trowa becoming bolder in his caresses.
A loud sneeze close to Quatre's ear had him jerking back in surprise, panting with lust interrupted. Wufei all but fell over them, scooping the mutant out of their collective clutches.
The Chinese man, his eyes red and streaming, whirled GreenThumb around and deposited him face down across his lap, bringing his paddle down in a sharp >smack< across the perfectly presented bottom.
Quatre almost giggled at the look of incomprehension on Heero's face - he looked down at his own lap, over at GreenThumb, and then back to his empty arms, as if to say 'How did *that* happen?'
Trowa was not so lust-fogged - he reached out and caught Wufei's wrist on the next downswing, saying quietly. "He's surrendered, 'Fei."
"He's wa-CHOOO!! still pro-CHOOOOO! ah! producing po- AH-CHOOOOOO!! pollen! aa-CHOOOOO! WAAAA-CHOOOOO!!"
Still sneezing, Wufei twisted his wrist out of Trowa's grip and smacked his captive twice more.
Quatre couldn't help noticing the enticing wriggle of Duo's bottom as the mutant pushed himself up into the spanking.
Pollen, was it? That would explain the team's oddly unprofessional attitude towards this particular mutant. Although, this particular mutant was incredibly beautiful, sexy, tempting... Quatre jerked his mind back to the business at hand.
Sighing, he pushed Heero back down onto the ground, where he had been preparing to launch himself at Wufei.
"GreenThumb," Quatre began reasonably, "are you having your plants produce pollen?"
"Ahhh! Mmmmm-maybe... Oooooh!" the mutant answered, moaning deliciously after each spank and making absolutely no effort to free himself from Wufei's sneeze-loosened grip.
"Well... stop it."
"And if I don't?" GreenThumb raised those glorious eyes to Quatre's, and then waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You'll spank me some more?"
Quatre stopped dead, nonplussed. "Er..." It was obvious that GreenThumb was enjoying the stinging blows.
"No, baka," came a low, dangerous voice from close by. Heero managed to prowl provocatively on his hands and knees, looming over their captive. "If you don't stop..." he jerked a thumb at Wufei, "he will."
Trowa immediately reached out and immobilized Wufei's striking hand.
Duo wiggled his bottom temptingly, but Wufei was too busy sneezing to wrest his wrist from Trowa's grip.
"Co-operate," Quatre continued, and we'll take you back to our headquarters, and... er... question you."
"Extensively," added Trowa.
"Repeatedly," promised Heero.
"WAAA-CHOOOOO!" said Wufei.
"Really??" Duo wriggled excitedly, and Wufei turned an interesting shade of red that Quatre was sure had nothing to do with allergies.
"Ummmm...." GreenThumb bit his lip and looked up at Heero imploringly. "Do you have any plants at your headquarters? I really do need to have something green and growing around me..."
Heero murmured something that sounded suspiciously like, "*I'm* growing..."
Trowa cleared his throat. "Quatre and I have started a garden in the back."
Quatre smiled. "We wanted a peaceful place to relax between missions. We'd be pleased to have help with it."
GreenThumb looked relieved. He shot a happy, wicked look at Heero, wiggled against Wufei again, and said, "OK!" He dug his fingers into the ground and concentrated.
Slowly, Wufei stopped sneezing.
The Chinese man released GreenThumb, who stood a bit reluctantly. Wufei glared around at the rest of the group, to make sure they weren't laughing at him. Then he reached out and deliberately pinched Duo's tempting bottom.
"I'm still going to punish you once we get back to Headquarters," he promised.
"No, Chang, *I'm* going to punish him," Heero growled, snaking an arm around Duo's waist and pressing him close.
Trowa rolled his eyes and headed for his motorcycle, the others following slowly.
"He insulted my dignity with his damned pollen!" Wufei pointed out with annoyance, dropping his hand to Duo's sweet ass and fondling him rather possessively.
"He insulted me first," corrected Heero icily.
Quatre bit his lip to keep from laughing at the look of pure bliss on GreenThumb's face. Hopefully Duo wasn't too fond of jealous green...
He hurried a little to catch up with Trowa, catching his hand and stroking one thumb over his palm.
Trowa shivered slightly and turned to Quatre with an inquiring eyebrow.
"Soooo, Trowa... about the garden... How would you feel about some vines...?"
[TBC]
(:./wingnut/paddle1)
