Love Enough

The doorbell rings. I draw a short breath - it's not as easy as it sounds, given my current situation.

"Are you sure about this? You can still back out. You can back out at any time."

I can't see his face, but the concern is thick in Heero's voice. So is the frustration - and the desire. He hides that last bit well, but I know my permanent lover better than most people. Probably better than anyone ever has. I know things about Heero even old clawfinger didn't, bless his vaporized carcass. I nod, shift my footing and tug at the leather restraints locking my wrists, a bit edgy myself. It's not the first time Heero and I have argued about this whole scene - but I want it, and he knows that. He wants it too, but he's afraid to admit it to himself.

But it's enough that I know that, really.

I hear him step close, but it's still a bit of a shock as he hugs me, our bare torsos pressed together as he embraces me tightly. He rests his chin on my shoulder briefly, then kisses my cheek, as close to my ear as he can get, just below my blindfold. I let go of a sound that I know pleases him, even if I can't see his smile. For that moment, I wish I could hug him back - but I can't, unless I do some fancy circus act with my legs.

The doorbell goes off again.

"I'd better get that..." he whispers, breaks free and walks off, leaving me hanging - literally. The chain up to the hook in the ceiling rattles as I sag down, knees all wobbly.

His body against mine lingers in my memory. I can almost picture him walking out of the living room and down the hall to the door, wearing only his thin, dark blue boxers. At least he's not answering the door entirely in the buff.

Even down the hallway, I can hear their voices. I can't make out words, only the hum of conversation - jibes, by the tone of it. I pull at my wrists to straighten up, and I swallow again. The leather shackles are tight, but not uncomfortably so. I tug at the chain; even when it's taut I can't bring my hands lower than to nudge at my forehead. The hook at the other end of the chain is attached to a sturdy crossbeam in the roof - hell, the hook and beam can easily carry both Heero and me even if we were to hang up some ropes and play Tarzan from them.

Don't ask how I know that.

Usually, we hide the hook with a lamp - but that delicate contraption is safely out of the way now. So is most of the furniture. I'm the center piece left in the living room, my hands tied to the roof, bare feet pacing on a bunch of scattered towels - and I'm completely naked, waiting, my heart pounding hard. Through the black cloth tied around my head to block out my vision - which it does completely - I can hear them approach. I take a deep breath. My braid, loosely wrapped once around my throat and fastened in itself so that it ends halfway down my back rather than in my buttcrack, tickles against my spine. Soon, they'll come around the corner and see me. It's not an unexpected sight, but I'm sure Quatre at least will still hesitate. He usually does. Maybe Wufei will too - but not Trowa. He covers up everything well - at least his voice.

I try to swallow again. It's really not all that easy, when you've got a ballgag shoved in your mouth, pushing against your tongue.

And I requested all this.

I even invited our special guests.

With conditions.

Footsteps round the corner. I hear one of them going 'Whoah...' while chuckling, another gives me a cat call. My half-erect cock twitches in greeting.

"Well, I guess he's all ready to go..." I hear someone deadpan; Trowa, I recognize belatedly.

"I suppose we should, too." Quatre cautiously adds. "Get ready, I mean." There's the rustle of fabric, the sound of buttons being popped. I imagine them stripping over by the couch six steps in front of me, and the image of all of them naked and horny goes straight to my crotch. I put my feet a bit further apart, tug at my restraints just enough to make the leather squeak. I feel their eyes on me, I feel their lust, their desire - just as they feel mine. See mine.

"I know he said it, but I didn't think he'd do it. Blindfolded and gagged?"

"He never breaks a promise," Heero counters Wufei.

He snorts in response. "Duo only bends them when he has to, right?"

Poor Wufei must suffer Heero's glares right now. At least the man's got balls, trying to piss off my already testy lover.

I can hardly wait to feel them slapping against and inside my ass - again.

"What about condoms?"

Even with the ball strapped between my jaws, I try to grin. Quatre, always the worrywart.

"He said no," Heero informs them. "He wants us to come inside him tonight."

"Wasn't that always the plan?"

It's as if Wufei is begging for Heero to take a swing at him, but I know he said it in jest. I hope Heero realizes that too; I don't want this spoiled by his temper.

"Wufei..."

Oh, that growl is unmistakable. My poor, protective lover - always ready to castrate a friend for uttering the wrong words.

"Fine, Yuy, I'll knock it off. I'm clean - got tested last month, and I haven't been with anyone since then."

I know Heero's sights are immediately set elsewhere.

"We're exclusive, you know that," Quatre says defensively.

"Except for this," Trowa amends.

Another snort. "Yeah, you're perfectly innocent, Winner..."

"Shut up, Wufei - and would you please call me Quatre? We're friends - why did you start calling Duo by his first name, but none of us?"

"Because I'm not fucking you," Wufei says with a snide tone.

"And that's why you still have something to fuck with," Trowa cuts in. He's almost as protective of Quatre as Quatre is of him. Or Heero of me.

"Sure thing, Barton. Want to see?"

I want to tell him I want to, badly, but I can't. I already know what he looks like naked, though - and what he feels like naked. When I hear that last slide of silk down his thighs, the vision of him in the buff comes to my retina - the look of all of them, nude and erect, as ready for me as I am for them.

"You seem to have prepared very well," Quatre comments, almost as if he reads my mind.

"Yeah," Heero starts. "Duo insisted on being ready when you guys showed up. He cleaned out, stretched and lubed himself less an hour ago. I had just hung him up when you rang the doorbell."

"Ready right away, then," Trowa states flatly.

"Yes..." I hear Heero hiss. "Now, remember the ground rules. One, if you hurt him in any way, even by accident, you're not leaving here with all your bodyparts, and possibly not with a pulse - I'll see to that. Got that?"

Wufei snorts. "Don't worry, Yuy. We won't hurt your precious boyfriend. Would you have invited us for this if you didn't trust us completely?"

He's right, of course. Heero and I can play these games with them - but not with anyone else.

It's the fourth time now. The first... was a disaster. It was just restraints and a cheap motel bed then - but the guys arrived separately. Quatre got there first, and even if I was naked and Heero close to, he didn't manage to undress. Only when Trowa showed up did they strip. I never knew Quatre had a birthmark on his hip - it almost looked like a palm print. I didn't know Trowa had a long scar across his lower back, either. I've never asked, but I don't think he'd tell me anyway.

What really blew that event was probably that Heero fucked me first - fast, hard and with so much pent-up passion I was ready to believe he hadn't had sex in his entire life, which I knew for a fact wasn't true. Hell, he'd gotten off twice that very morning, courtesy of yours truly. Heero marked me as his so efficiently the other guys couldn't sustain action for long. In short, a total fiasco.

Second time around, after months of careful negotiations to get them all on board again, things went better. The third was damn good. And this time, I stack the game a bit higher, wanting to only sense them, not see them or talk to them, even if I opted to retain the option of listening in. My hands are tied, my mouth blocked and my eyes covered; I won't be able to influence the game itself other than through my body. That is the real kick - I'm trusting them to please me while they use me. This is all part of the play.

"Two," Heero continues, walking closer to me. My braid stops tickling the small of my back as he grabs the end of it and strokes the endings tenderly with this thumb. "His head and hair are off-limits. Anything from the neck down is free game. If you break this rule, you'll hurt for it - badly."

"It's not like we can kiss him like this anyway, Heero," Quatre cheerfully adds. Yeah, he's got brass balls too. Fuck, they all do. No, they're not endowed like monsters or anything, but they know how to use what they've got. Practice makes perfect, and all that - and I'm their live and willing exercise doll.

"Three," Heero pretty much growls. "If Duo shows any sign of not liking what you're doing, you quit immediately."

"We know the rules, Yuy," Wufei snaps back. "We've talked this over several times these last couple of weeks." I hear him step closer, feel his fingertips brushing my shoulder. "So, he really won't know who is doing what to him, will he?"

"Only as long as you don't speak and tip him off," Trowa remarks. True enough - as long as they talk, I can peg where they are and maybe what they're doing - at least as long as I'm able to concentrate. Somehow, I don't think I'll be able to for long.

"There's extra lube on the table," Heero points out. "Duo picked out some playthings, if you feel like using toys - but using your hands, mouths and... dicks... is preferable."

Again, Wufei snorts. "Heh. Even tied up like that, he gives us orders."

"I'm here to ensure they're followed," Heero warns. Not for the first time, I pray his overprotectiveness won't ruin this whole set-up. I want to be fucked by all of them - but I've never actually said that to anyone but Heero. To them, a piece of my ass is just a prize for the rest of the game - pleasing me any way they can.

And I know they will. I've trained them well.

I also hope they leave the toys alone. There's not much - a large ostrich feather, a small padded spanking board, a set of thin vibrator sticks, a buttplug, an almost empty can of instant cream... But none of those are the real kink here.

That's what they are here for - and they know it, even if they don't want to admit it.

"Okay. Ready?" Heero asks.

"Ready."

"Yeah."

"Sure."

All I can do is nod agreement - but they already have that. I try to swallow again as I hear footsteps circling me, making me feel like a cow in a pond of piranhas. It doesn't take long for me to lose track of who is where. My heart bests faster, and my cock twitches in anticipation.

The first grazing touch streaks across my abdomen, and I gasp at even that light sensation. I hold my breath for more, right up until another digit slides down my hip, a third diagonally across my back. A hand softly cups one of my ass cheeks, another brushes across my nipples. I spread my legs just a bit further, standing as free and easy as I can under the assault of faint touches and tentative gropes, a warm palm slips in to caress my sac tenderly.

I start to calm down, adjust, accept their hands exploring my body at will. This is the game - and I enjoy the thrill. It's as close to anonymous sex as I'm comfortable with. I trust these guys with my life. I trust them with my body, too - but only one of them got to my heart, and he knows it, otherwise he'd never have allowed me this.

I keep trying to guess which graze across my skin is his - not that I have any real way to verify those guesses.

Someone steps up behind me, kneels down and spreads my cheeks, and his tongue flickers against my pucker before wiggling inside. I softly groan as the soft muscle explores my asshole, lapping up some of the cherry-flavored lube I coated my insides with generously not long before. He goes deep, his lips against my skin as he sucks, spits and licks. My legs are like rubber by the time he stands up again and takes a hold of my hips. Then I feel his dick against my ass, rubbing up along my soaked crack with the first few mock thrusts. Another guy approaches my front, and our erections bump into each other, are ground into each other. Lips touch my shoulder, my collar bone, the fake tattoo on my left thigh and the still-healing scar in my right side, all at the same time.

I'm sandwiched between the four of them, sense them touch me, grind against me, and I moan around the gag.

My head is already spinning, and we've barely begun.

The guy behind me pulls back, one hand still on my hip, the other guiding his cock to point at my pucker. He grazes it, pushes against it - but not inside, not at first. I presume it's him kissing my shoulder and caressing my hip, making me tremble softly.

A trail of light kisses rains down my chest and belly, stopping at the belly button. Someone's palm wraps around my cock and gives it a couple of lazy pumps as the first fuck of the night finally gets underway. I do my best to relax as I feel the cockhead push in.

And in.

And in, so very slowly.

My breaths are shorter, faster now. The bastard behind me knows what he's doing - and I like it. Going in at this snail pace, he makes my stumped senses think he's bigger than he really is. I know better. While they're all fairly well equipped, they're not giants. They're... just right.

But he feels big.

And I'm impatient. I'm caught between wanting to thrust forward into the hand pumping me, closer to the tongue licking at my belly button, and back against the dick halfway up my ass. In the end, I go for fulfilment, knowing the tongue and hand will follow.

I cry out around the gag as I impale myself on him. His sharp intake of air right by my ear tells me his pleasurable surprise is worth the brief pain I get. I pant, try to relax.

Which is hard to do when someone is sucking at each of your nipples. And kissing your shoulder. And licking your belly. And with someone's thick, throbbing cock rammed up your rear.

Somehow, I still do - at least a bit.

The guy inside me takes hold of my hips again, pulls out tentatively and prepares to give me a ride; my first high tonight. I moan at the initial couple of deep but gentle thrusts, done to make me loosen up, get used to him filling me. His dick rubs my insides, occasionally grazing the good spots. A shiver of delight races my spine whenever he does.

Four expert marksmen. I know tonight's gonna be great.

My erection starts to wilt. It always does at the early passing stabs of discomfort. Someone sees fit to change that, and swallows my half-erection to the hilt, his nose plowing into the dark hairs of my crotch. Hearing him take a deep breath of my personal musk turns me on almost as much as the way his tongue flickers at my base, and all the while I'm being fucked, kissed and caressed.

The sucker pulls back, but not too far. Instead, I realize he's being joined by another kneeling before me. Both their mouths start to work my cock; the sides, the head, the base. One of them even suckles my balls for a while, leaving the other with my shaft. I'm hard as a rock before long, and it reaches almost painful levels when they start kissing around my cockhead.

The fucker at my back decides this is the perfect time to deliver a series of precision strikes towards my prostate. I moan, loud. Absentmindedly, I sense the lips of the last guy kissing my collar bone, and when he rakes his teeth against my skin, I can't hold it any longer.

The two working my now pulsing cock don't seem to care to get out of the line of fire. Instead, they lick up most of my jizz, applying it back to their kiss around my spurting dick. The pace behind, inside me, increases; I know the way my orgasm makes me flex my rear muscles must be getting to mister slowfuck. The answer fills me up a moment later, his guttural cry the only warning I get - not that I need any.

He thrusts himself empty inside my ass as the twin mouths lick me clean; I'm already spent once this evening.

I don't think it'll be the last, not by a long shot.

They don't let me recover, but that's fine. That's also part of the game. My body is their plaything tonight, after the set limitations and requirements. In a way, they are my playthings. Nothing that happens, goes against what I want. I want them to fuck me, shoot me up with their loads.

Several pairs of hands focus on my legs now. Two pushes up at my knees, coaxing me to bend them. I comply. The chain attached to my leather shackles is pulled taut by nearly my full weight and my feet leave the floor, my body only partly supported by my lovers, hands hooking each of my knees, raising my legs. I'm not sure what they're planning until they start parting my legs, leaving me hanging and exposed; vulnerable - even more at their mercy. One of them steps in; I can feel his sides brush the insides of my thighs. His erection thumps against my crotch at first. He slaps his dickhead against my balls twice, then shuffles in under me, his head just below me, aimed straight for my pucker - and then he waits.

Groaning, I let myself be impaled by him, wrap my legs around him as best I can, as much as they allow me. I know he couldn't support my weight alone, not like this. The others help; a palm against my back, hands steadying my thighs and hips.

Then he starts fucking me - short, desperate thrusts, barely moving. I try to help, try to ride him, but with little success. It doesn't matter. He's entered me just right, and even with those shallow thrusts, he manages to rub against my good spot just fine.

Lips lock over my left nipple. Someone licks his way down my spine, a big palm gropes my ass. I feel myself hardening again.

They start shifting us, leaving us more upright. The leather straps relax, and I'm about to pull myself up and off this guy when the touch at my hips suggest otherwise. Someone's finger pushes in along the cock thrusting slowly inside me, and I moan at the double intrusion, wondering, hoping.

Another finger joins the first, and I lean back against someone's chest. I smirk to myself, try to tell them to get on with it, but the ballgag makes it incomprehensible to them.

Even so I think my message gets through; the fingers leave me, and the guy behind me moves closer. I feel the head of his dick brush against my ass, and my impaler pauses to steady me, waiting.

His cock touches my already filled asshole, his hands stretches my asscheeks apart, fingertips hooks my hips - and he thrusts forward, upward, inside me.

I cry out; it hurts, but I want them - I want them both, at the same time, want them fucking my ass wide-open, want them to fill me until I burst, until I leak with their semen.

I ride them both; they alternate in fucking me; slowly, gently, one thrusting while the other just sticks it in deep. They rub against each other deep within me, driving me crazy whenever they brush against my more sensitive spots, the touches and kisses that keep grazing my skin no less maddening. I sense a hickey forming at the front of my hip, and fingernails dig into my pecs, raking downwards, the burn barely distracting the dull pain in my ass - but it's all good pain. I'm their center; they're all here for me, they're all here to fuck me until I'm satisfied.

My dick slaps back against my belly as the guy plastered to my back speeds up; I feel his balls slamming my ass. I'm just waiting for him to come, but then he surprises me, pulling out completely. I grunt my surprise as my legs are raised again, and my first mount thrusts in fully again, right to the hilt. I hear his pants mixing with my own, jolt a bit to tell him what I want.

He doesn't disappoint; he immediately starts pounding my ass, allowing me to meet each of his thrusts eagerly, craving him deep inside; hard against my prostate. My pucker closes around him, swallows him up, his hands grasping eagerly at my hips. My breaths are short, the heat pools up in my belly once more, and I empty myself for the second time. My first bursts of come hit my chest, and probably his. I feel embarrassed; they leave me with no stamina at all.

He stops, and for a moment I'm afraid I pissed him off by coming so soon. He pulls back, but not out, not entirely. Instead, he grabs hold of my leg, and with the help of the others he turns me around; swivels me right on his dickhead. I let go a guttural sound, enjoying the feel. My feet barely hit the towels on the floor before my braid is tossed over my shoulder to my front, and his arms wrap around me, pull me close as he thrusts hard, deep inside, his wet chest pressed tightly against my back, rubbing my come off on me.

I grin to myself, able to deal with that sort of punishment.

A warm, wet mouth descends to clean my dick off while the guy at my back delivers short, precise stabs, ever seeking my good spot. I clench the muscles of my rear, egging him on. A tongue teases the edge of my armpit, a hand lifts and caresses my foot, teeth nip gently at my big toe, and the guy busy fucking me bites down at my shoulder as he comes, a brief series of quick thrusts as he delivers his load, then lingers.

My mind goes hazy with pleasure, I barely register the soft whispers around me, and it takes me a moment to notice that the warmth plastered all along my back is gone; I'm empty.

Not for long.

They coax my legs apart; palms press against my shoulders, making me lean forward and push my butt out, meeting someone's crotch. And hard-on. I smirk to myself; my third cock for the day. He dry-rubs against my crevice, then takes aim and plunges inside, hard, right to the hilt. I cry out, part surprise, part pain, part pleasure, but the fucker doesn't seem to care, and I'm glad. He immediately shifts to a high-paced fuck, ramming my ass repeatedly. One hand grasps at my hip, the other lingers between my shoulderblades to keep me leaning forward. His hips crash into mine, over and over again, my whimpers and moans not affecting him in any way short of making him speed up, rough me up harder - and he knows I love every minute of it. I focus solely on his dick; I momentarily forget the hands and mouths and touches grazing me all over as he repeatedly plows into me.

His palm at my shoulders shifts down my spine and off to my hip. Somebody else puts his hand to my chest, coaxing me upright, and lips swallow my renewed erection.

Only they can make me do this; only they can make me come so often, so hard, and every time I'm grateful for still being young, healthy and horny.

I'm close, my dick so hard it hurts, especially every time he hits his mark, and I know he's close, too - which is why I'm almost pissed when I hear him let go a deep growl, his warm seed pumping inside me, his frenzied thrusts slowing down to a final few hard bangs, depositing the last of his jizz while leaving me with a raging hard-on.

To make it all worse, they all retreat, leaving only the leather straps, the towels beneath my feet and the cool air of the room to caress me.

Damn, are they ever sadistic bastards.

Over my own pants, I hear the soft shuffle of feet. Something scrapes against the dining room table, and for a moment I hope it's just my last dick lubing up.

When the slick, cool and far too thin stick wiggles in between my buttocks, I know differently. They leave it there, shivering gently. I thrust my ass out and growls; one vibrator stick is hardly enough - it's barely a tease.

So they shove in another one, and another, all the while careful not to touch me.

I swear at the gagball, and I'm pretty sure they catch my drift, since I hear chuckling.

The sticks are pried apart, opening my pucker just a little - and I feel something blunt and warm press against me, then inside me. I moan as the last one enters me, fills me up, his cock lined with three vibrator sticks shivering delightfully.

As he gently pulls back, thrusts forward again, I just know those sticks will be lost within me before long - and I thank whoever designed them for realizing it was a good idea to have strings attached to one end, so that pulling them out later would be easy.

For now... I like them just where they are, massaging my ass as I'm slow-fucked; the only thing touching me his dick, his balls, his crotch, his hips. I push back against him eagerly, wanting him, craving him, my last for tonight, my only stimulation now. Fine, I'll play his bitch, as long as he keeps fucking me.

Because I know I'm not.

Fingertips graze my knee, making me shiver. Someone licks up the skinfold where leg and torso meet, from my inner thigh and up around my hip, to end up suckling at my lower ribs. A tongue touches against my tight sac, slips up my shaft before that entire blessed mouth engulfs me, his bangs brushing my abdomen as he sucks me in deep.

My fucker is more than pleased to shove me into that welcoming, wet cavern, their throaty sounds mixing with my own grateful moans.

My cocksucker plays me with his tongue, and he plays me well. As if jealous, my fucker abandons the slow and steady for quicker thrusts, his balls slapping against my ass, harder and harder, ramming me deeper down the cocksucker's relaxed throat.

God, I love them, even if I'm too short of breath to say it; barely able to vocalize my appreciation before it's made manifest.

I shoot my load down that welcoming mouth, and he swallows the few drops I have left, sucking hard as my ass clasps around my rear guard, and I hear him growl as I close around him, make him lose control, make him come, tonight's last shots fired.

They both linger for a moment, then retreats, leaving me hanging from the chain, legs too weak to hold me.

Then, touches; hands at my ass, palming, cupping, patting, pulling my cheeks apart as they tug on the strings of the vibrator sticks. When they're halfway out, they spread the sticks apart, flexing my pucker open, and my muscles clench, giving them the show they want; their mixed come leaking out of me, slowly trailing down my thighs.

The sticks are removed, and they leave me there, too spent, too exhausted, too pleased to stand, too euphoric to care the signs of their gangbanging me slide languidly down my legs, an occasional short pulse of my ass adding to the slow streams.

I'm soaked with sweat, breathing heavily. I try to gather my shattered mind, and in the distance I hear running water; the shower, the bathroom sink - the guys washing off, maybe together. I smirk at the thought, then decide I don't like it. They're mine, and other than Quatre with Trowa, they'd better stay clear of each other.

I've lost all track of time in my post-coital dreamstate, and even the leather straps have begun digging into my skin by the time fingertips brush my cheeks, unfastening the ball-gag. I work my aching jaw, lick my dry lips, thankful they hadn't split. It would still have been worth it. "Guys?" I tentatively ask, my voice raspy. I clear my throat.

There's a shift of clothes somewhere by the couch ahead of me. "Yes, Duo?"

Trust Quatre to be the first one to speak. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," he hesitantly answers. "We're done, aren't we?"

I flash a sated grin. "Oh, yeah - thanks, guys. Loved it." God, they're all fully dressed again, while I'm naked, exposed, their come drying down my thighs. My dick starts to awaken just at the thought.

"Oh, thank you, Duo," I hear Wufei rebut smugly.

"Go," Heero snaps. That short burst of a word contains so much, but hopefully the guys won't notice. I want them to come again.

Preferably inside me.

But it won't be now. I can only imagine the deathglare Heero is serving them all, not wanting them to overstay their welcome, given the reason for their visit tonight.

We exchange quick goodbyes, and the lock closes on the door. Footsteps run back towards me, hands around me, lips crushes against my own, a naked body to mine, fingers dig into my back.

I return Heero's kisses just as eagerly. I love the man, and I love how much he loves me.

He leaves me hanging as he grabs a tissue box at the table and one of the floor towels, then quickly wipes off the worst of sweat, grime and come all over my skin, even shoving a wad of tissue up my loose ass, as if to suck the last of it out. I chuckle at his actions, but let him do as he pleases. This is his rite, as I had mine earlier.

"Thanks..." I mutter as he's finally satisfied with the temporary job, well aware we'll share a long, good soak in the bathtub before nightfall.

And probably more.

He undoes my blindfold, and the first thing I see is his loveable, glaring scowl. I lean in to kiss him as a distraction, but he pulls back, leaving me swivelling from the roof chain. A pirouette, and I regain my footing. I straighten up and alleviate the gentle bite of the leather straps.

"Why?!" he nearly shouts at me.

I pretend I don't know what he's asking at first.

"Why?!" he repeats, gesticulating. "Why won't you ever let me top you when it's just the two of us?!"

I roll my eyes. So, it's that old thing again. Yeah, it's true - despite how I've just been gangbanged by four guys - including my testy, zesty lover - I wear the pants in our relationship. We don't advertise the fact, so part of the fun during playtime is whether any of the guys realize I never bottom outside those occasions. Heero's ass is my property, not the other way around - and I only let him share mine with friends.

Even if it pisses him off, he still trusts and loves me enough to go along with it.

"I don't love Trowa, Heero. I don't love Quatre, I don't love Wufei - I love you."

His scowl turns almost a pout as he folds his arms across his bare, delicious-looking chest. I crave the chance to rest my head against it, the opportunity to lick one or both of his nipples to a peak - and then fuck him senseless.

There's always later.

"You have a damn funny way of showing that love," he snidely remarks.

"I've asked you every time we've set this up, several times - all you had to do was say no."

He glances away for a minute, then sighs, his shoulder slacking. "I've always had trouble saying no to you..."

And I bless him for that, even if I've been known to exploit it. It evens out, though - he has subtle ways of getting back at me if I overstep my bounds.

Dead in the eye now. "And I know how badly you wanted this, and..." Again, his eyes drift to the side and down. "...and it's the only time you let me..." he mutters, not finishing.

He doesn't have to.

"...is it because you can't handle the thought of being fucked by me - by me alone? You have to hide my dick between others, so that-"

Without thinking, I burst out laughing, even though I make it short. "God, I love you..." I tell him.

He doesn't get it, merely gives me the evil eye.

"It's not about anonymity," I tell him. "Sure, it's easy to lose track of hands and lips, but I can usually tell who's fucking me - or at least peg the order of cocks when we're done."

I swear, he's the only man who can make a deep scowl look positively cute. I eye his naked body, head to toe and back again, notice he taps his foot. So, he really want to know? To see whether I knew...

"Trowa was first. Not like he could hide his bangs, the way they tickled my lower back as he shoved his tongue inside my ass." I grin wide, look up momentarily. "Damn, that guy's gotta be a good kisser - Quatre's a lucky bastard, especially if he has a fetish about his rosebud."

Heero grunts, and that's all the confirmation of one for one I need. "Quatre's a decent kisser too..." he mutters, then offers me half a smirk of his own. "Or maybe it was because we did it with your cock in our mouths."

He'd have done it without my dick too, I'm sure of that - but I'm wary of telling him that to his face. Instead, I fake indignation, huffing. "...and you accuse me of wanting to mess around..."

He lets go a snort, steps up to deliver a well-deserved slap to my ass, and I'm glad he knows I'm only teasing. It's not like I can fight back with my hands still tied to the ceiling. Come to think of it, why hasn't he let me down yet?

Oh, right - he's still interrogating me, I realize. "Quatre was the one I rode," I tell him. "I wasn't sure about that until the end, but he took me so eagerly, like he doesn't get some all that often."

"Sounds more like Wufei," Heero dryly remarks.

I laugh. "Yeah, I know - but I know he was last. He loves to tease me, and going for those vibrator sticks when you'd told them I preferred going 'all natural' was just so him."

"...so, you're sure I was the one who joined Quatre at your back."

I smirk. "Oh, yeah - I remember that after last time, you said something about wanting to experience double penetration sometime - and I figured you didn't mean in your butt. Going in with Quatre was the obvious choice, since you knew Quatre would be damn careful. He'd be your best combo - Trowa and Wufei might have been too rough for your tastes."

Neither of us wanted to say another important fact - that Quatre's dick was probably the slimmest one in the group, if not the shortest. We'll leave who has that dubious pleasure in the dark, just like the six-incher is anchored in pitch-black curls.

Just don't tell it to his face; he's real touchy about it.

"So, you let Quatre finish up first, and then you fucked me, real hard."

He grunts. "Isn't that the way you like it?"

"Damn straight, babe. Thanks."

"Any time."

I chuckle. "Not a chance, bum-boy."

Did I mention how sweet his angry-face is?

"But I liked how you swept right on in there."

"My pleasure."

"I know," I grin at him. "And like I said, Wufei was last. Using the sticks was the tip-off."

For several heartbeats, we don't speak. He merely looks me in the eye, and I don't know just which answer he's looking for next. Finally, he nods. "So... if it's not for anonymity, why won't you let me top you when it's just the two of us? Why do we need..." He glares towards the hallway. "Them?"

I lick my lips, not sure what to tell him. "Well, it's sorta hard to explain..." More like, I'm not sure I dare tell him - not while I'm still naked and tied up.

His brows furrow together, and he shifts his footing to a broad stand. My eyes drop to admire his crotch for a moment. "You can't simply be fucked, can you?" he asks me. "You have to be worshipped."

Close. Close enough to be the reason. Yeah, I wanted to be the absolute focal point of their attention. Sure, they'd fuck my ass, but in return, their hands, lips, mouths; all their gentle kisses and soft touches and hard cocks were mine to play with - not according to any real script, but they were there to pleasure me, far more than my ass was there to entertain their dicks.

Ever so slowly, I nod admittance.

"Maybe next time, we'll put you in the center of things. Then you'd know why..." I tease, half hoping he'll take the bait, just to see those expressions of delight his face and body would show at the overwhelming attention and affection of four other guys. Then again, his rear is mine, and mine alone.

"Unlike you, I only allow one particular cock in my ass now," he says, reaffirming my claim of him. Still, his last word lingers in my mind.

"Now?" A shiver goes down my spine, and my half-erection droops ever so slightly. It suddenly occurs to me I've never bothered to ask Heero about any of his sexual experiences prior to myself - until now, I don't think I've really wanted to know, although I was fairly sure he'd had some. If not, he'd been a damn zealous student of the Kama Sutra and internet porn.

"I've been with the guys before," he lets me know.

My grin is gone now, but I have to know. "Tell me."

He merely crosses his arms and smirks at me, well aware he has the upper hand now.

I hate that man sometimes. "Please?"

"My first time was with Trowa," he admits. "It was just before we went to talk to Noventa's granddaughter. I'd really expected to die then, but I didn't want to die without having..." he shrugs. "Well, you know... And my first choice - you - weren't around. Not that we were an item back then."

That is true enough; it wasn't until after the first war we truly hooked up together, and went exclusive - outside of playtimes.

"Once with Quatre. It was when we first got to Sank. He was distressed, and he missed Trowa - we thought he was dead back then. I did, anyway. He was angry with me for not saving Trowa, since Trowa had saved me once. We got into a bit of a brawl that ended in hard kisses and rough sex. I found it... pleasurable." The bastard dares half a smirk as I frown back. "He prepared me for when you're feeling too horny to be gentle."

I let go a snort. Fine, so maybe his escapades were a good thing - but why am I suddenly feeling so damn jealous?

"Wufei and I once got off in a small bulk room aboard a lift vehicle en route to Peacemillion. Sally was travelling with us, she and Wufei were winding each other up as usual, and he wanted to vent the gay side of his bisexuality. He only asked me for a kiss, but we ended up doing a lot more. I was horny, and he was too - even if he was loathe to admit it." Heero looks me dead in the eye. "Don't ever ask him about this, Duo - he'd kill us both."

I'm not sure I care anymore. My dick is all soft again, and my blood is boiling for all the wrong reasons. Suddenly, I can understand why Heero is always so upset about playtime. He must feel he owns me as surely as I know I own him. I swallow my anger, take a couple of calming breaths.

"Then..." Heero continues, taking tentative steps closer. "I saw you again. There was that evening we were in the hangar doing tune-ups alone, and..." He grins. "Well, you were there, you know what happened."

I start a leer as I remember. "Oh, yeah..." I tug at my wrists, rattling the chain. "Too bad we can't make a re-enactment of that, huh? You, me, Wing's cockpit and that skin lotion thing we used for lube..." I shrug, grinning wide. "Still, three out of four is good too, right?"

His hand leaves my shoulder to slap my rear, just as he leans in for a quick brush of a kiss. "I also remember how sore I was the next day," he tells me from but an inch away. "I'm never using a substitute again - I want the stuff that's made specifically for the purpose."

"What, my cock?"

Again, he slaps my tender ass. "Shut up..." He hesitates for a moment, then crashes his mouth against mine, his tongue piercing me, playing with my own. When he finally leaves me, he leaves me panting, gasping for air, craving more.

Who cares about Trowa, anyway? Heero's the best kisser there is.

My dazed mind requires a moment to notice he's over by the table again. For a moment, I think he's about to fetch the cherry-flavored lube for some post-play, but my heart skips a beat as he picks up the paddle instead.

I take a swallow, a cold spike racing my nerves, and I rattle the chains again as I watch him tap the paddle against his palm. "...Heero?" I tentatively ask him.

Without turning around, he keeps slapping the paddle into his palm. "I feel like I ought to punish you..."

"W-what for?" I try to quip.

He spins around, walks up to me, stares right through me. I can't help but glance down his body, note the half-erect cock swinging between his legs. My heartbeat quickens as he steps up behind me, embraces me, his dick pressed up against my ass as he leans in towards my ear and whispers "I really want to fuck you, you bastard... just the two of us..." He brings the flat of the paddle up my thigh, nudging my balls with the top edge as he sucks at my earlobe and gyrates his hips softly.

Though I'm fundamentally against it, I'm this close to letting him do as he pleases when he takes a step back, once more leaving me hanging.

"But I won't," he says. "I wouldn't do that without you consenting."

I breathe easier for a moment. Then, I hear the familiar smack of paddle in palm, very close behind me. "But I still feel like punishing you for making me so jealous, so horny..."

"This isn't funny anymore, 'ro," I tell him, my voice trembling. I gulp, my faint erection twitches.

Another smack, and I nearly jump. "Oh yeah?" I hear directly behind me, his chin landing on my shoulder as he looks down my chest, his free hand briefly fondling my cock. "Looks like it turns you on..."

A step back, a smack just behind my head, close enough for me to both hear and feel the whistle in the air as the wood approached. Idly, I wonder whether his hand is hurting - but then, that warm palm clasps my butt. I let go a moan.

"Yeah," he tells me. "Right... here..." He moves to my side, his dick nudging my hip as the hand leaves my ass, the paddle shifting hands.

I wiggle a bit, but his free arm anchors me. As I hear the whistle of the approaching paddle, I steel my buns-

And the impact is just the faintest of tapping pats.

He steps back, and I slump in my restraints while he laughs his head off.

I glare at him. "Fuck you, you bastard!" I shout at him.

"Right back at you," Heero growls with a twisted smile. Tossing the paddle aside, he grabs hold of me again. His lips latch onto my neck, his hands work my body, his cock rubs my crack, and he brings my dick to full attention in no time.

I'm this close to begging him to fuck me when he reaches up and loosens the leather straps, making me collapse back against him and into his arms. We make a nearly controlled descent to the floor, Heero ending up on top of me as we start making out, rubbing our crotches together, hard.

Feeling absolutely boneless, I let him do as he pleases, for it pleases me also.

I'm already close to fire a fourth time when he whispers in my ear. "You weren't the only one who prepped himself earlier..."

Have I mentioned how much I love the man? I grin up at him. "Would be a shame to let that effort go to waste, but..." I adjust my arms, my legs, my back, finding no good position. "The spirit is willing as hell, but the flesh is weak," I tell him. As it is, I'm barely capable of moving.

Heero gropes my butt, then rubs his thigh against my crotch. "Except where it's most important," he tells me, pausing for a butterfly kiss. "...I could ride you," he hesitantly adds.

I leer up at him. "Carry on, cowboy... let's head off into the sunset."

He huffs at me, kisses me again, then mounts me.

I hiss as he descends on my hard cock, impaling himself with enough speed to hammer my sore ass against the floor. I wince, look up at him - and I know from the devilish smirk on his face this hell-ride will be his real punishment.

Before I can even think to voice an objection, he picks up speed, and before long my discomfort at rug burns and tender buns is drowned out by pleasure of a kind only he can give me.

But from now on, I fear he'll fight me for the pants.

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