by Windsor Blue
Notes - If you're looking for a work of great beauty and staggering brilliance - something that will inspire you to run for office, to take up arms, to go back to school or help feed the hungry - then you need to keep looking, because this ain't it. Written for the SAH 'Ides of March' challenge. Ergo, smut. Group sex smut. Orgy smut. Smut of the smuttiest sort. Absolutely no socially redeeming value whatsoever. So, y'know, enjoy!
Dedication - to the SAH girls - those of us about to perv salute you! *salutes*
It had been three weeks to the day, and as far was Trowa was concerned, he'd been more than patient.
He knew Quatre was busy; he understood that his lover had a lot of responsibilities to tend to - responsibilities that more often than not left him exhausted at the end of the day. Through no fault of Quatre's own, it wasn't unusual for him to come home very late and doze off over a frozen dinner. Nonetheless, three weeks was an awfully long time to ask a healthy young man to go without a little attention from his lover, and Trowa was nothing if not a healthy young man.
So, with the aid of a uniform shop, a sex toy catalog and a couple of interesting video files he'd downloaded from the Internet in a fit of frustration, he concocted a plan. A plan that would get him into Quatre's office and capture Quatre's attention - perhaps not long enough to satisfy his needs, but at least long enough to plead his case, and maybe get Quatre inspired enough to come home early and play.
As he laced up his boots that morning, he thought to himself that his three-week dry spell would be over by the time the day was done, or he would damn well know the reason why.
Trowa had no idea how right he was.
The intercom buzzed. "Mr. Winner? There's a delivery man here from Sphere Express - he says he has a package he has to deliver to you personally."
Quatre frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead and sign for it, Sarah - I'll be out in a few minutes to collect it."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Winner, but he's adamant that only you may sign for it."
He let out an annoyed sigh. "Bloody hell. All right, then - send him in."
The office door opened and shut, a tall, uniformed figure slipping through it. Quatre looked up and cocked his head to one side, a mild look of confusion crossing his brow, and he stood up slowly, leaning over the desk a bit to take in the view - long legs and sun-kissed skin, showcased in between a clunky pair of work boots and the delivery company's standard-issue thick cotton walking shorts in an unthreatening shade of blue. His eyes tracked up the front of the short-sleeved button-up shirt, past the company's logo embroidered over the heart, all the way up to the baseball cap pulled down low over the delivery man's face. Tanned arms shifted the package to one hand while the other moved to pull the cap off his head, and a familiar fall of auburn hair slipped down over his face.
"Special delivery," Trowa purred.
A feral grin crossed Quatre's lips. "I'll say it is. What's in the box?"
Trowa shrugged nonchalantly and stepped towards the desk. "I wouldn't know, sir - we're not in the habit of opening a customer's package for him."
"I see." Quatre's lip quirked as he reached for the box. "Playing a game of dress-up, are we?"
Trowa smiled, small, quick and promising; then cleared his throat to get back into character. "Sir?"
Quatre chuckled softly. "Sir..." He jerked on the pull tab to rip open the cardboard and reached into the box, a wicked smile spreading across his face. He pulled out the first thing that brushed his fingers and held it up to eye level. "Handcuffs?"
Trowa shrugged again. "Perhaps someone is trying to send you a subtle message."
"Perhaps," Quatre replied dryly, digging into the box again. "Good Lord - is this a dildo?"
Trowa wagged his eyebrows. "Maybe it's a not-so-subtle message."
"Yeah, maybe." Quatre set the dildo on the desk and shook the box. "Is there something else in here?" When Trowa gave him another little shrug in reply, he upended the box into his open palm, and three rather generous-sized tubes slid out. He tossed the box aside and read the labels on the tubes one-by-one before setting them down as well. "Hmm - pineapple-passion fruit...kiwi-strawberry...lemon-lime...? Interesting assortment."
Trowa leaned back against the desk and sent a sexy little smile his way.
Quatre cocked his head to one side and moved to stand in front of Trowa, pressed close against him and idly putting his arms low around his waist. "You've been feeling a bit ignored lately, haven't you?"
Trowa slipped his thumbs into Quatre's belt loops at his sides, glancing quickly at the floor and back up again, tossing his hair back as he did. "It's okay - I know you've been busy."
"It's not okay," Quatre replied, tilting his head up to press a gentle kiss onto Trowa's lips. "It's not okay at all." He nuzzled Trowa's mouth with his own for a few moments, peppering it with brushes of his lips and the tip of his tongue until he finally elicited a breathy groan from his lover's lips. He pulled back just enough to catch Trowa's eyes and dragged one of Trowa's hands off of his own waist to squeeze his fingers affectionately. "What do you say we make sure that you never feel ignored again?"
Trowa smiled and was about to reply when he caught the glint of metal out of the corner of his eye and felt cold steel quietly snick around his wrist. He stared at the handcuff dangling from his wrist for a moment, then looked back up. "Here? Now?"
Quatre pulled his other hand to the first and snapped the second cuff shut. "Why not? Isn't that why you brought the box here?"
"Well, sure, but I didn't think you'd actually take me up on it."
"Surprise," Quatre purred, languidly tugging the knot in his tie loose. The length of silk sighed through cloth as he whipped it out of his shirt collar. Still loosely grasping the tie, he took Trowa's face in his hands and whispered fiercely "You'll never feel ignored again."
Trowa closed his eyes and parted his lips for the kiss that was surely coming, and started in surprise when he felt the tie slide over his face instead. The next thing he knew, Quatre was tying a secure knot at the back of his head, effectively blindfolding him with silk. "Quatre, what...?"
A slim finger was pressed to his lips. "Shhhh..." He felt Quatre lean past his shoulder to tap the intercom, and had just given in to the temptation to nip that finger when Quatre spoke. "Sarah, could you please have my 2:00 meeting gather here in my office instead of the board room, and tell them to be here in five minutes."
"Yes sir."
Trowa made a small, confused sound and Quatre slid his fingertip into Trowa's mouth, pushing it back and forth. He felt rather than heard the whispered command - "Suck" - breathed into his ear just before Quatre began speaking again, and he couldn't help but comply. "Thank you - oh, and Sarah?"
"Yes sir?"
"I'll be unavailable for the rest of the day."
"Very good, sir."
Quatre let the intercom switch off before he let out a dark laugh, his breath tickling across Trowa's cheek. "Yes, I expect it shall be very good, indeed." He turned his full attention back to Trowa, watching his own finger slip between his lips, then pulling it out to playfully tap the tip of Trowa's nose. "I suppose you're wondering what I've got planned for you."
Trowa nodded, his cheeks ever-so-slightly flushed. "It had crossed my mind to ask, yeah."
Quatre smiled and began trailing the backs of fingers along Trowa's arm. "I have a confession to make - I knew you were coming today, and had a pretty good idea of what you had in mind. I saw the uniform in the back of the closet last night."
Trowa's breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering beneath the silk covering them. "So much for my surprise, then."
"Somewhat, yes," Quatre chuckled. "But it gave me inspiration to turn the tables on you and give you the surprise instead." He leaned forward again, speaking quietly into Trowa's ear, his voice rich with rising desire. "You know, in all the time we've been together, I've never had a fantasy you haven't fulfilled; willingly, enthusiastically - sometimes even before I had worked up the courage to give voice to them. Every whim I've ever had; every perversion that's struck my fancy; you've complied with them all, save for one - the one I know you and I share."
Trowa started. "You...you're going to let me suck you off during a meeting?"
Quatre let out a short laugh. "Two, then - I meant the other one."
Trowa frowned, his brow knitting in confusion behind the blindfold. "I can't think of any others that we've talked about..."
"Exactly so - I mean the one we haven't talked about." Quatre's hands moved to Trowa's chest, and he began delicately picking apart the buttons of his shirt. "The one I can see in your eyes when the light is just right; the one I can hear in your mind when your thoughts begin to wander...you know full well which one I mean."
Trowa swallowed, his brain firing off in a hundred different directions. Could Quatre mean...? No, it couldn't be - but still... He was about to speak when he heard the door he'd just come through open and close, and the murmur of footsteps against the carpet coming towards them. He felt a flash of panic that was only slightly dissuaded by Quatre's soft lips pressed to his cheek, and his hands sliding along the bare skin under his shirt. The footsteps came to a stop mere inches in front of him, and he felt Quatre shift to stand beside him.
"Who's there?" Trowa demanded, his throat suddenly dry.
"Someone you know," Quatre replied with a calm smile in his voice. "Someone you trust. Someone you care about, who cares about you as well." He flattened his hand against the small of Trowa's back in reassurance, his other hand resting on Trowa's stomach. "Someone who won't do anything until you give him permission. It's up to you, Trowa - can he touch you? Will you allow it?"
Trowa sucked in a breath and tried to let it out slowly, but his heart was pounding too hard for him to think, and the fever rising throughout his body started doing the thinking for him.
"Yes," he nodded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Please..."
The touch was dizzyingly gentle - the faintest brush of fingertips across the center of his chest, amplified a thousand-fold by the mystery of not being able to see it coming. The fingers moved up the side of his neck, tracing a line across his jaw, his chin; swiping over his lips before moving up along his cheek and skipping over the blindfold to brush the fall of hair back from his face. Trowa shivered, a soft groan leaving his throat.
"So," Quatre murmured, "What do you think?"
"I think I want to see his eyes," came the reply.
"Wufei...?" Trowa gasped.
"All in good time," Quatre chuckled quietly, and Trowa felt the warmth of his body shift as he leaned forward. He heard a sharp intake of breath and a moan bitten off before it could be fully voiced, and his mind began to whirl. Quatre and Wufei - were they...were they kissing? Right there - next to him?
"Oh, God..." Trowa breathed.
He could almost hear their lips parting as their bodies shifted again, moving back to encircle him. Teeth tugged gently on his earlobe, making him hiss in surprise. He heard another soft chuckle - this one not Quatre's - and then his other ear was set upon as well. Working in tandem, the two mouths set upon his weak spots - his ears, his neck, the tender skin beneath his jaw and along his collarbone. Two sets of hands traced maddening trails along his chest and back, pushing the sides of the open shirt this way and that, to suit their fancy. Through it all he could hear someone moaning - quietly, then in sharp, breathy grunts - and he realized it was him. His knees wobbled, and their grips on him tightened. The last logical shred of his mind helpfully supplied the words 'coordinated attack', and he wondered briefly how long his lover had been planning this.
He heard the door open again, two more sets of footsteps coming through it. One of them stopped long enough to flip the lock on the door as the second moved purposefully to stand before them.
"Couldn't wait to get started, huh?"
"Duo?" Trowa murmured.
Wufei laughed quietly. "You're late. Honestly, Duo - you'll be late to your own funeral."
"One can only hope. Besides, we made it within Q's five minute command."
"Just barely," Quatre said dryly. "Had you waited any longer, I would have made you watch instead." Trowa felt him step forward beside him.
Suddenly sounding much closer, he heard Duo reply in a sultry whisper "You say that like it's a bad thing." Again, he heard the sound of soft flesh connecting, of breaths sucked in through the nose because the mouth was otherwise occupied. Just then another set of hands was on his chest - calluses and short fingernails taking turns teasing his skin, pushing the shirt back and off his shoulders.
"You should have gotten his shirt off before you handcuffed him," Heero said, pushing impatiently at the fabric.
Trowa heard the kiss beside him break. "Oh, I don't know," Quatre demurred. "I'm kind of turned on by him still being half-clothed."
Duo laughed, quietly and confidently. Trowa heard a rustle of fingers being drawn against fabric and Quatre gasped. "I'd say you were more than 'kind of' turned on, Q."
"He's more than half-clothed, anyway," Heero replied, and Trowa could swear he heard his friend smirk. "One way to fix that..." The hands on Trowa's chest slid down to the waistband of the shorts and all but tore the button and zipper open. Those same hands jerked his hips forward off the desk and pulled the shorts down, following the fabric down to tug it off over his boots. He felt someone slip in behind him, sitting on the desk and pulling him back by the shoulders to rest against his chest. The body - Quatre, he could smell his cologne - shifted so Trowa's head was pillowed on his left shoulder, his hips nestled between Quatre's legs. Someone leaned in to nip his right ear, and Trowa gasped in surprise.
"Enjoying yourself?" Wufei purred.
All Trowa could do was gulp and nod in reply. All around him he could hear the sounds of jackets being slid off of shirts, of ties falling to the floor, of zippers opening.
"Good. So are we. Just seeing you like this - so vulnerable, so willing - exquisite. I can't wait to bury myself inside of you." Trowa groaned loudly and he felt Wufei slide to his knees before him. A hand wrapped around his length, squeezing it with short strokes, and another - calloused, Heero's - slipped between his legs to caress his sac. Two tongues snaked out to trace slick lines on either side of his cock. His knees nearly buckled and Quatre's grip around his chest tightened, another set of hands - Duo's, had to be - pushed him up at the shoulders.
"Nuh-uh, Tro - you stay where you are. Q and I want to have a little fun with you, too."
His mouth open and panting for air, Trowa's head lolled back against Quatre's shoulder - bare skin now, when had he taken off his shirt? Quatre began to pepper his brow with gentle kisses, and Trowa could feel his erection pressing into his back.
"Tell me what you want, love," Quatre murmured between kisses.
It took Trowa several tries to be able to answer. "I...I want - oh, God! I want to see..."
"Soon," Quatre chuckled softly, his fingers moving to pinch and tweak at Trowa's nipples. Further down, he could feel Heero's and Wufei's tongues battling each other with his erection trapped between them.
A hand took hold of Trowa's cuffed wrists and moved them up in front of his face. Quatre's hand closed over them, resting them on top of Trowa's head, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable than before. A second later he felt something hard and smooth tracing a line up from his belly button to his collarbone.
"The dildo was a nice touch, Tro," Duo began, his voice languid and heavy. "What exactly were you planning to do with it?"
Trowa's mind was reeling. "I...I don't know. I don't - ah! I don't remember now..."
There was a lurid smile in Duo's tone. "You know what I want to do with it, Tro?"
Trowa shook his head, swallowing hard. "No."
The hard tip was dragged from his neck to rest against his lips. "I want to fuck your mouth with it. Open up."
Trowa moaned and opened his mouth, taking the tip of the dildo in between his lips. He felt Duo working it in small circles around his lips before pushing it aggressively into his mouth. "Suck it, Tro. Suck it like you'd like to suck my cock. Show me what you can do with that luscious mouth of yours."
Trowa's tongue lapped at the hard plastic as he worked, relaxing the muscles in his throat to let him take it as deeply as Duo wanted to give it to him. His hips moved in quick little thrusts, trying to get more friction from the mouths teasing his cock. He felt the brush of hands against his side and back; heard Quatre and Duo groaning and panting in concert next to him; and he realized they were stroking each other. Helpless mewling noises bubbled up from his throat, and he felt Quatre's forehead fall forward and rest against the back of his shoulder.
"Do you still want to see, lover?" Quatre breathed.
Trowa nodded quickly, being careful not to interrupt Duo's push-pull rhythm of the dildo in his mouth.
"So be it," Quatre whispered, pulling the blindfold off and tossing it over his shoulder.
He opened his eyes slowly and turned his head, letting the dildo slip from his lips. He pressed a kiss into Quatre's hair, dragging his lips down to Quatre's cheek as he lifted his head to give Trowa a smile. Quatre's eyes flicked over to Duo, and Trowa's followed. He groaned loudly at the wanton smile Duo wore, and Duo winked and brought the dildo to his own lips. Quatre shoved his fingers into Trowa's hair and yanked his head back for a searing kiss, eyes open and stealing sideways glances at Duo. When they parted, Quatre's voice was fever-thick.
"Look down, love."
Trowa did as he was told, his mouth hanging open as he did. Heero and Wufei were licking him in turn, like a lollipop, in long strokes. He gasped and Wufei looked up and smiled. He crouched down and took Trowa's balls into his mouth, sucking them firmly. Heero took the cue and wrapped his lips around the head of Trowa's cock, looking up at him with lust-clouded eyes.
That was all Trowa could handle, and his climax hit him hard and fast. He sagged in Quatre's arms and Heero drained him dry, his head lolling back onto Quatre's shoulder and his knees wobbling. Duo moved forward to place cool, soothing kisses to Trowa's face and neck.
Wufei sat back up and put his hands on Heero's shoulders, bringing their faces level. "Give me some of that," he snarled, grabbing Heero's face and shoving his tongue into Heero's mouth.
Duo and Quatre exchanged a smoky look, and Duo smiled slowly, leaning back to catch Trowa's gaze. "I hope you don't think we're done here, Tro, because we're not."
"Anything," Trowa shivered. "Anything you want, anything at all..."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Duo purred.
Quatre pushed off the desk, forcing Trowa forward, and Duo put his hands on Trowa's shoulders and pushed him down onto his knees. Trowa went willingly, following whatever hands were leading him. He found himself away from the desk on all fours, hobbled a little by his hands still cuffed together. He felt Quatre crouching down behind him, starting at the sudden electric touch of Quatre's tongue against his entrance. Another hand grabbed his hair and jerked his head up to see Duo's length bobbing in front of his nose.
"Suck," Duo ordered, and Trowa eagerly complied.
Between Duo in his mouth and Quatre's finger and mouth working him, Trowa's erection was rebounding quickly. He felt Quatre gasp against him, and then his finger was withdrawn and replaced by someone else's. Quatre's hand moved to stroke him harder still, and he could hear Quatre make that particular little groan he made when he was being stretched. His mind racing to figure out who was where, Trowa was caught by surprise when the tip of another cock brushed the side of his face.
"Mine, too," Heero commanded.
Trowa let Duo slip out of his mouth and eased back to flick his tongue over Heero's head. They knelt side by side, turned towards each other, their cocks touching at the tips. Trowa lapped at both of them with long sweeps of the tongue, sucking and gently teething them in turn. Behind him, he heard Wufei growling his intentions into Quatre's ear.
"Get him ready for me...going to make him scream...preparing you for him...fuck you both..."
Something cold and slick dribbled onto his length, and Quatre worked it over the skin with his hand. Trowa groaned around the flesh in his mouth and pushed back onto the fingers inside him - he wasn't even sure anymore which one belonged to whom. Then the fingers were gone and Quatre was moving around him, kneeling in front of him and putting his hands on his shoulders. Quatre pushed him up onto his knees and kissed him fiercely, easing him gradually back until he felt Wufei's length pierce his body. Trowa gasped, sucking the last bit of air from Quatre's mouth, making him break the kiss.
Quatre smiled, his eyes at half-mast, and mouthed "I love you." With that he pulled Trowa's cuffed hands up around his neck, turned around in his arms, and shoved himself back onto Trowa's cock. The three of them groaned in unison and rolled their hips together, finding a rhythm that worked.
Quatre reached out to coax Duo's head into his lap. Duo's body stretched across Quatre's knees, and Heero straddled Duo's head, crouching down to take Duo into his mouth. Duo took Heero deep into his throat, stroking Quatre with his hands. Quatre let out a low sound and reached off to one side. When he brought his hand back, he was holding the dildo and a tube of lube. He slathered the dildo and pushed it slowly into Heero, making him cry out in garbled ecstasy.
Heero was the first to fall over the edge, the stimulation of Duo's throat muscles caressing his length finally too much to bear. Duo swallowed it all and turned his head to lap at Quatre, suckling the head and stroking firmly, his fist tight around Quatre's length. Quatre shuddered and moaned, one hand reaching up to clutch at the back of Trowa's head, the other tightly fisting the dildo in Heero's upturned ass. He slumped back, shivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and the jerky rolling of his hips brought Trowa to release. Through the haze of his senses, he heard Duo shout his completion, and behind him Wufei cried out his name and collapsed against his shoulder.
They stayed like that for several long moments, trying to breathe. Quatre finally shifted long enough to remove the dildo out of Heero, making him groan quietly and shakily push himself off of Duo, flopping onto his back.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Duo murmured.
"Something like that, yeah," Heero concurred.
Quatre let out a soft laugh, pressing his lips to Trowa's cheek. Wufei lifted his head from Trowa's shoulder and turned to nuzzle his neck. "Was it everything you two fantasized about?" he asked in a subdued voice.
Trowa nodded weakly. "And then some."
Quatre made a small noise of agreement, and then an evil gleam caught light in his eye. "Of course, we really ought to try it again, just to be sure..."
Meanwhile, at Sarah's desk...
SlrSarah: K - uploading video feed now
mnekko: *bounces*
zannyyah: *squints* the blond is your boss?
SlrSarah: *nodnod* isn't he a cutie?
SlrSarah: *squees*
zannyyah: OMG - I'm so coming to work there instead - my boss is way ugly! XP
aahsukah: *nodnod* me too! me too! I wanna job there too! oooh - who's the hot Chinese guy?
girlstarr: *passes out popcorn* that much hotness in one room shouldn't be legal - ooh, who's that with the braid?
SlrSarah: they're all friends of Mr. Winner. this job has perks, baby! *___*
zannyyah: I want perks! *pouts*
girlstarr: wait - what are they...
aahsukah: O.O
mnekko: *____*
SlrSarah: *__________* perks... *nods*
zannyyah: now I *really* want perks!
zannyyah: whoa - can a body turn that way?
SlrSarah: Mr. Winner's boyfriend - he was an acrobat once...you could bounce a quarter off his...
girlstarr: *pants* I just can't even pick which one is
hotter! the dark-haired guy is soooo intense!
mnekko: why bother? they've so conveniently thrown themselves into a big pile for us! *_____*
aahsukah: *nodnodnodnodnod*
aahsukah: wait - OMG! your boss is looking right at the camera!
SlrSarah: O.o;;;;;;;;;;;
zannyah: O.o;;;;;; he is!! OMG - did he just wink?
girlstarr: he did! he did! wait - what's he saying? his lips are moving...
mnekko: *squints* make...me...a...copy...Sarah...
SlrSarah: O.O;;;;;;
girlstarr: *SQUEE!!!!!*
zannyah: *SQUEE!!!!!!!!*
aahsukah: *SQUEE!!!!!!!!!!!!*
mnekko: ^____^ I lurve him! can I keep him?
SlrSarah: *dies*