All Fun And Games

AN: Scribbled in a rush in honor of the date. Of course, given that I use the "proper" date format, February 3rd would be 03/02-05, not 02-03-05, as Americans might order it. Thus, the pairing arrangement above. Hope anyone likely to read this (I'm suspecting roughly zero of you) ain't disappointed by that minor detail. Now, on with the utter foolishness...

Wufei wasn't sure what had happened. Nor did he really care. All he wanted, was for the brief moment that mattered to last forever. As such things were impossible, he'd settle for mere minutes more.

The evening had started out innocently enough. They'd just gotten back to Peacemillion after thwarting another enemy assault on the starship, barely gotten a shower and something to eat - and then the strangest thing happened.

A lull.

No wailing alarms, no enemies on long-range scanners - in fact, the White Fang forces were practically immobile. True enough, there was some staging action around Libra, and there would undoubtedly be another attack - but not for many hours.

They were all too fired up to go to sleep, even if they were tired.

Heero had gone off first, saying he was going for a quick work-out. Quatre excused himself soon after, walking back towards the main hangar. Duo had gone to the tiny rec room, and not having any better ideas, Trowa and Wufei had joined him.

The place only had one battered, old couch for seating. Even that was a luxury on this ship; most chairs were unupholstered metal. It didn't matter, though - no one was there, and there was room in the couch for three, if a little crowded.

Duo sifted through the ship's database and programmed in a series of films for the holo-projector. In truth, most of them were rather dull - and worse, utterly sappy and predictable. Wufei had given Duo a glare after the first half hour of this, when he had figured out what they were watching. A grin deflected it effectively.

Wufei didn't really notice how Duo and Trowa gradually scooted closer - insofar as they were able to on the cramped couch. He didn't raise a brow to Duo's head resting on Trowa's shoulder. He did, however, notice them kissing when the credits started rolling.

Kissing was perhaps an understatement. Eating each other was more accurate. Then there were their hands. Their touches of each other were less than innocent. Wufei had been a bit uncomfortable, but felt oddly warm at the sight. He'd looked over his shoulder at the door, noting it was firmly shut - and when he turned back, Duo's face was but inches away from his own. "Duo..." he'd managed to whisper out. Then, Duo had kissed him; just a soft brush at first, firmer when he wasn't pushed away.

Wufei found himself pushed back up in the corner of the couch, Duo halfway crawling in over him, kissing him. One hand untucked Wufei's blue tank top and explored his flat stomach, another palm rubbed his thigh. It had taken him a moment to realize that the second hand belonged to Trowa. The Heavyarms pilot was following Duo in over him, and soon offered Wufei a kiss of his own. Things escalated quickly from there; the memory was all a blur to Wufei by now.

Duo's lips were nothing like Sally's. Not as soft perhaps, not as glossy, not tinted by the red shade of lipstick Sally was so fond of. Trowa's kisses were nothing like those of the other two, either - rougher, needier. The man had teeth and knew how to use them. No, theirs were nothing like Sally's lips.

And for that, he was currently very grateful. He wasn't sure he wanted marks of lipstick there.

The bastards had pretty much tag-teamed him. Vaguely, he recalled rough pawing at the couch of the rec room, then the quick shuffle back towards the closest quarters - Duo's, he finally remembered. His clothes had been all but torn off him by eager hands; he'd been glad to help Duo and Trowa off with theirs in return.

All he wore now was his socks, his hairband... and two mouths. He hissed, his hands taking fistfuls of the thin cotton sheet. Duo's bed, Wufei thought distantly, just as said owner swallowed the tip of his cock again, Trowa busy at his base. Wufei spread his knees further, felt them scrape against the metal edge of Duo's bunk, pressed his calves against the cold surface.

Perhaps it was a good thing he kept those socks. The floor was metal, too.

The bastards were playing with him now; kissing each other around the head of his cock, not afraid to use tongues either. Wufei let a moan escape his throat, a good shiver racing up his spine. Only their hands steadying him kept him from bucking his hips. He could feel full well where this was heading, and he wanted it to last.

At the very least, he wanted it to happen.

He was close to screaming - and not of ecstasy - when their mouths left him.

"Second drawer on the right," Duo quickly told Trowa. As he got a nod in return, Duo crawled in over Wufei, landing butterfly kisses to his stomach and chest, pausing for but a moment to play the tip of his tongue against a nipple before moving on to his final destination.

The kiss was so full of eagerness and lust that Wufei could barely respond, especially with Duo sprawled out on top of him, softly rocking his hips, rubbing their cocks together.

So close... closer... The kiss broke. Wufei glared at Duo, struggled to catch his breath. Curse the grinning bastard for knowing just when to stop. No wonder Heero looked so sullen all the time.

"Did you find it?"

They both looked at Trowa. The tiny tube of lubricant Trowa showed was answer enough. Wufei was not surprised; Duo undoubtedly had a sizable stash of all necessities. It was not like his and Heero's rather active sex life was a big secret. Bulk heads were only so thick.

It was a good thing they had Heero's room on one side and an empty storage locker on the other - and if anyone walked by in the corridor, they were sure to have two particular suspects in mind, not these three.

As Trowa began preparing Duo, the braided pilot distracted himself by teasing Wufei; kisses, soft caresses at his sides and arms, a long sweep of fingertips all down from shoulder to hip, halfway down his thigh... And a few subtle shifts of his hips; just enough to give torturously little friction.

Trowa wasted little time. He coated his cock with a liberal amount of the glossy lube and seated himself inside Duo with one quick thrust. Duo gasped at the sudden intrusion, and Wufei dared smirk at the series of expressions that flashed across the young man's face. He earned a glare quickly enough, reached up to coax Duo down for another kiss, then stretched his hands even further to touch Trowa's chest.

They moved.

Trowa set a lazy pace, rocking in and out of Duo, grinding the man against Wufei. Trowa leaned down, kissed Duo's shoulders, touched Wufei's cheek, smiled as Wufei placed his hands along his sides, fingers reaching for his back.

Eternity lasts a single minute; not even that.

It was all too much; Wufei was sure that if either of the young men rutting above him had asked, he'd have spread his legs for a different position. They hadn't - perhaps they had sensed Wufei still felt a little too straight for that. It didn't matter. He put his sock-clad heels to the back of Trowa's thighs, tried to smack him into moving faster. They'd exchanged smirks; Duo had taken the new pace with pleasure. They all had.

And eternity came to an end, splattering against Wufei's stomach and chest.

The soft rocking died down soon after.

Content to remember how to breathe, Wufei didn't notice his two spontaneous lovers slip apart, crashing on the bed at either side of him. The bed was too small to spread out properly, but none of them cared; bunching up was starting to feel natural.

At his left, Duo started chuckling. "Oh, man... that was great..."

Grunts of approval.

"Fuck... Heero's going to kill me..."

Out of the corner of his right eye, Wufei saw Trowa smile. "What, you think Quatre won't get pissed?"

Wufei groaned. Damn it, they were right. "Sally's going to castrate me when I tell her..."

Duo snickered. "Oh, come on - she wouldn't do that."

Snort. "No... She'd probably request a donation to the ice box in case she wanted kids later - and then castrate me, probably personally."

Trowa gave Wufei's cheek a gentle punch. "She wouldn't. She loves you, you know..."

Wufei tilted his head, frowned. "Does she? Sometimes, I'm not so sure..."

Duo put his hands behind his head, studied the ceiling. "Well, if you're feeling bad about this-"

"I'm not!"

"-you can just not tell her you just had the greatest sex of your life with two close friends."

Half a smirk, snort. "Don't flatter yourself."

Duo tilted his head to serve Wufei a classic grin. "Fine. Just friends, then."

Snickers.

"I can't lie to her, though."

"You feel that serious about her?" Trowa cautiously asked.

Wufei hesitated. "Yes - but that's not the reason. I'm a terrible liar. She'd sense something was up right away." Sigh, smile. "But... I don't regret us doing this. It was good. Thank you - thank you both."

"Any time..." Duo said, then chuckled. "Well, any time it's this convenient..." Duo sighed contently, once again wishing he'd thought to set something up in the ceiling. Maybe a pin-up poster - or better yet, a mirror. Oh, that would have been nice right now. "Well, if you're gonna spill anyway, I guess I'll tell Heero too. He'll understand - we have this agreement..."

Trowa scooted up on his elbows to look over Wufei's chest. "What agreement?"

Secretive smile. "Well... See, Heero is bi, so despite my best efforts to turn him completely to the dark side, he still has impulses I can't really satisfy. So - I neglect times like when he tried to feel up the princess, and he forgets if I play around a bit. Not that we do that much." Big grin. "He's a bit possessive though - I figure if I make him jealous enough, he'll want us to go exclusive. I'd like that..." Quick tilt of head. "No offense, guys."

"None taken," the two answered almost as one.

Silence descended for a full minute. Their bodies were cooling down; the slight chill in the air was growing noticeable again.

"Quatre will probably be a bit upset... but not that much."

Duo rolled over on his side, threw one leg lazily across Wufei's thigh. "Why not?"

Trowa thought it over, gave a soft smile. "If I tell you, you must promise not to tell anyone else - deal?"

They both agreed.

"Quatre... has a bit of a toy fetish."

"So?"

Quick flicker of brows. "Kinky toys."

"Seriously? Little Quatre? Innocence personified, Quatre?"

Snort. "He's hardly innocent," Wufei commented.

"Damn right," Trowa added, chuckling. If anyone knew that, he did. "When I found out he kept those things even after we started sleeping together, I developed a bit of an inferiority complex. You should have seen some of-" He stopped himself, noting Duo's amused expression. "Anyway... As long as he seeks... complimentary entertainment, I don't see the big deal about me doing the same." Sheepish grin. "He's learning to share his toys, though."

Wufei snorted, his smirk slowly mellowing into a sigh. "So, you guys will probably be forgiven... I don't know if I'll get off the hook so easily..."

"Oh, come on," Duo started. "Sally isn't that possessive. I mean, it's not like you've impregnated the woman already, right?"

Chuckle. "That would have been an achievement, as we haven't had sex."

Trowa flagged a brow. "You haven't?"

Negative headshake. "I haven't dared suggest it yet. I know I love her, and she tells me she loves me, too. Perhaps she does - but I'm afraid that deep down, she still thinks of me as a kid." A sigh. "I don't want to become an unworthy husband again..."

"Again?" two voices asked, almost in synch.

"Never mind," Wufei said in a tone of voice discouraging further inquiries. "Perhaps she'll understand... This certainly isn't a permanent thing - and I need... to let go sometimes, too."

Grin to his left. "Way better than jerking off alone."

Agreeing snicker to his right.

Wufei stared into the ceiling, smirked. "Yeah... Wonder what she's doing now..." Sigh. "Probably down in the medical bay, or resting in her quarters..."

Silence fell for a short while. Duo broke it, rubbing his leg against Wufei's thigh, reaching over Wufei's chest to play against Trowa's. "Hey... Wouldn't it be freaky if those three were sharing a bed somewhere on this ship this very moment, too?"

Wufei looked at him with mild disbelief. "Heero, Quatre and Sally?" Snort. "I seriously doubt that..."

Duo shrugged, but didn't stop moving. "Well... Quatre's gay, true enough - but Heero's bi, so there are positions where-"

"Shut up and kiss me," Wufei commanded.

Chuckle. "Sure?"

Wufei reached behind Trowa, took a loose hold of his waist, coaxing him closer. He quickly copied the move on Duo. "Better that than you sprouting nonsense like that..."

Duo flickered his brows. "Again?"

Wufei and Trowa exchanged smirks.

Soon enough, they were striving for that brief eternity again. They had all night to find it - repeatedly.

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Heero gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his position. "Tell me again why I agreed to this?" he asked his two partners.

"It's good exercise," the woman below him answered, shifting slightly. "And you need to learn how to loosen up and have fun, Heero."

He grunted at that, but accepted the truth in Sally's words. "Fine - but remember your promise. Not a word of this to Duo, or anyone - got that?"

A warm, strained breath touched his neck. Heero could almost feel the smile. "Oh, I don't know... I think Duo would love to come play with us, if we asked."

Heero did his best to glare over his shoulder at Quatre, but gave it up quickly enough. Any sudden moves threatened his already awkward balance; it was bad enough his midsection was already resting against Sally. He was not about to land more weight on her. He'd been at the bottom of their stack the last time, and had a good idea how she'd feel about him adding too much pressure.

Still, he recognized the truth in Quatre's words. Duo would have jumped in in a heartbeat - but that would still require his knowing of Heero's little play on the side. If Duo found out, Heero was not sure he'd ever heard the end of it, despite everything. Duo seemed to possess a rather bothersome selective memory, and an at some times disturbing sense of humor.

Quatre shifted above him, landing more weight on his shoulders. Heero groaned, but bore it. "Trowa would be good at this," he commented.

"Forget it," Quatre countered. "We're not telling him, and that's final. I want to have some fun without him too, you know..." He grinned. "We could always ask Wufei."

"Not a chance," Sally hissed from below. "Wufei would never accept - he's too serious a person for something like this."

Quatre chuckled. "All the more reason for him to play, then."

She smiled in agreement. "I'm working on it - perhaps in time..."

Heero smirked. He liked the thought of Wufei bending over backwards to- He gritted his teeth. His arms were about to go out under him. The entire way his body was twisted was not particularly comfortable, and he wouldn't be able to keep this position for much longer, especially with Quatre wiggling above him, the weight of the blond against his back. It was only a matter of time before Quatre would slide off of him.

With Sally pushing up to achieve balance, he was thoroughly sandwiched between them.

"Ready for another?" Quatre asked.

"God, yes," Heero answered, eager to move on.

"Okay..." Quatre looked to the colorful box of plasmetal next to their play-pad. "Computer, call the shot."

"Right foot blue," the metallic computer voice answered.

Heero heard Quatre groan against his shoulder, and smirked. Quatre had bad luck this time; he'd be hard pressed to make that move without falling.

It took him this long to register that this game had possibilities. Their positions - their closeness - was definitely a sign of that. Maybe he should suggest a round of this Twister game with Duo after all - a game just for the two of them; clothing optional. Better yet, perhaps some form of Strip Twister? The smirk became a leer.

The Kama Sutra had nothing on Milton Bradley.

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