Surprise, Surprise

A/N: Well, this is being written because there\'s a smut competition going on at Go-Gaia.com, and I need a host for a story I haven\'t wrote yet! XD Well, here is my very first attempt at Gundam Wing, as well as my first threesome fic!! Onward we go!!

I don\'t own Gundam Wing!! This is a disclaimer!

WARNING: BOY X BOY X BOY sex. Don\'t like, don\'t read.

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Wufei breathed a sigh of relief, swinging his briefcase over his shoulder and locking his office door. It had been a long, hard day and the Chinese teenager was looking forward to some rest and relaxation in his reclining leather chair in the middle of his living room. A small smile crept over his face, and Wufei was tempted to whistle as hft tft the concrete building to take a stroll through the forest on his way home. Due to his athletic ability, it didn\'t take him very long to get there.

Upon entering his home (which was shared with the other four former Gundam pilots), Wufei noticed that it was very quiet. Too quiet. It was virtually impossible for a house with that amount of teenagers to permeate that kind of silence. Wufei darted his eyes around the foyer, thinking there was some sort of booby-trap in store for him.

Ten minutes later found Wufei reclining in his leather chair, at peace with the world, convinced that the other four must have gone out for their own various reasons. The upholstery was just SO comfy, and he was SO tired, that the ebony-haired boy found himself falling into a deep, deep sleep...

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\"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!\" The obnoxious voice of Duo Maxwell rang through Wufei\'s head, completely destroying any hopes he had of still sleeping. When he finallye toe to, the Asian teen found his arms pulled behind him...and handcuffed to a canopy bed. QUATRE\'S canopy bed.

\"Duo, what the fuck do you think you\'re-\" Wufei didn\'t have time to finish as a pair of moist, firm, insistent lips were pressed against his own. He gasped into Duo\'s mouth in shock as the braided boy proceeded to grind feverishly against him, as well as busying his hands with tearing open Wufei\'s newly ironed shirt. As Duo had predicted, his captive struggled against his bonds, screaming indistinguishable (and most likely unclean) phrases into the violet-eyed teen’s mouth. Seeing that as an advantage, Duo slipped his tongue into Wufei’s mouth, caressing the inner walls and moaning at the overwhelming sensations of having the pilot under him.

Wufei finally managed to wrench his mouth away from Duo’s, swearing in Chinese and thrashing about on the down covers, which only served to arouse Duo even more. Each time Wufei twisted, his clothed manhood came in contact with his captor’s, and it wasn’t long before Duo was sweating and panting above Wufei, keening his name softly.

“Get the hell off of me Maxwellllllll.....” Wufei’s speech was faltered by the talented tongue that was currently laving and massaging his nipples. Strong, tanned arms parted the black dress suit pants that were currently Wufei’s prized work uniform, and the restrained teen had a sharp intake of breath, and started to worry when Duo gave him a rather predatory look.

“Maxwell, what the fuck has gotten into your brain-damaged head?”

Duo smirked, something he traditionally saved for when he played the role of Shinigami. “It was just too tempting with you lying there like that...I’ve always thought you’d look sexy tied up...” The braided boy quickly swiped Wufei’s boxers from his alabaster body. “...and my, my, my...I think I was right!”

“...”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”

“Not in the leeee-ohhh....” Wufei’s eyelids snapped shut as Duo’s hands gently caressed his sac, sending powerful sensations through the Asian boy’s body. “Maxwell...you...bastard...oh God...”

“You know you’re welcome to call me Duo...” The violet-eyed boy moved his hands over Wufei’s rapidly hardening member, alternating his strokes between fast and slow, soft and rough. Low, guttural moans escaped from Wufei’s throat, and he bucked his slim, pale hips into the hands that were reducing him to a pile of goo. Duo smiled at this response and decided to abandon Wufei’s crotch for his inner thighs.

“MAXWELL!!”

“Yeeeesss?” Duo crooned, the tip of his tongue ever-so-slightly resting on the edge of Wufei’s penis.

“Damn you, you know what I want!” Wufei thrust his hips forward, trying in vain to get inside the moist heat of Duo’s mouth. The braided pilot would have none of that, however, and pulled away in the nick of time.

“Did I hear a please?” A shrill scream erupted from Wufei as he desperately tried to rid himself of his handcuffs...which didn’t work very well. Duo snickered, which turned into a hearty laugh as Wufei tried to glare at him. “Very well then. I guess that will have to do...”

Duo’s mouth engulfed Wufei’s length, and the Asian boy was torn between a gasp and a moan as a pleasure like nothing else washed over his entire frame. Shaking with need, he tried to buck upwards, but Duo’s hands were firmly holding his hips down to the bed. It only took a few licks from Duo to make Wufei wail in wanton desire, so loudly that the bed seemed to reverberate. The tension was building in Wufei’s body, and release was so close, just so close... . Duo swallowed around his member, deep throating Wufei in the process, causing the black-haired boy to cry aloud the braided boy’s name as his climax overtook him, flooding his mind and body with jolts of unimagined ecstasy. Duo pulled back, smiling like a Cheshire cat as Wufei slowly recovered from the onslaught of mind-numbing pleasure.

“Duo...you...wow.” The violet-eyed boy stroked Wufei’s cheek, sliding it down and brushing a nipple before dipping it in the milky emission on the bed sheets. Tasting it brought a peculiar expression to Duo’s face.

“You taste like...Wufei.”

“Pfft. What the hell ELSE am I supposed to taste like? Now uncuff me, dammit!” Wufei struggled feebly against his bonds, completely naked iont ont of an admiring Duo.

“Aww...do I have to?” A small pout appeared on the pilot’s visage, making Wufei unconsciously lick his lips at the sight. “I figured I’d do this first...” Duo proceeded to slowly remove his black collared shirt, exposing his lightly tanned chest to the handcuffed boy just two feet away from him. Wufei had long ago figured out he was bisexual, and wanted nothing more than to tear the handcuffs into shreds and tackle the ravishing beauty before him. Duo parted his lips slightly, making a soft mewling sound for Wufei’s benefit as he ever-so-slowly peeled his pants of his legs. The violet-eyed boy’s pants had just pooled around his ankles when...

“What in Allah’s name are you two doing??!” A VERY wide-eyed Quatre was standing in the doorway, slack-jawed at the sight before him.

“I thought you weren’t going to be home until seven thir

“That doesn’t give you the excuse to play bondage with Wufei in my bedroom!” shrieked the blonde, ultimately surprised, angry and turned on at the same time. Duo gave the room’s owner an apologetic look.

“I promise I’ll we’ll wash the sheets.”

“Fuck you Duo, you’re washing these damn sheets on your own!” spat Wufei, who was trying to pick the locks of the handcuffs with one of his fingernails.

“Well you know...” started Duo, walking over to Quatre clad in only his silk, navy blue boxers. “You could always join in on the fun...” the braided pilot pressed himself against the Arab teen, running his hands over the other’s firm buttocks. Apparently Quatre didn’t need to be asked twice, as he enthusiastically threw his arms around Duo and started to french kiss him for all he was worth. Still twining his tongue with the blonde, Duo carried Quatre over to the bed and set him down beside Wufei, who had grown quite hot and bothered with the delicious display set out before him.

Quatre was breathing hard, and barely registered the fact that Duo was practically ripping his clothing in half in order to get it off his body. The clothes (as well as Duo’s boxers) were thrown haphazardly across the room, both boys too horny to give a damn. Quatre left Duo to his own devices, opting instead to curl up to Wufei and run his hands over the smooth, pearly chest presented to him. The Asian boy moaned and writhed against the blonde pilot, who in turn whimpered at the contact of their two naked arousals.

In the meantime, Duo was snaking his hands around Quatre, massaging his abdomen and placing searing kisses on his neck and across his back.

“D-Duo...” the Arab gasped, collapsing onto Wufei and grinding against him. Wufei roared then, demanding none-too-nicely in his native language that he be freed from the vile contraption keeping him a slave to the other boys.

“This is in injustice!”

“You can be on top next time, Wu-Man.” The ebony-haired pilot glowered intensely at Duo, who simply decided to probe Quatre’s entrance with a well-lubricated finger.

“Aaaah! Oh Duo please...” Quatre bucked back against Duo’s finger, which quickly became two, stabbing at the blonde’s prostate relentlessly. Lustful cries filled the air, the loudest being Quatre’s. “Take me...oh Allah Duo do it...”

Duo shivered at the low, desperate tone that the Arab used to address him, then slowly pushed himself in as Quatre clung to Wufei, gasping and writhing against the two of them. Wufei growled and bucked against the blonde, which in turn caused Quatre to buck backwards against Duo, who was keening from the indescribable tightness of Quatre’s passage. The three soon were engaged in a fast, pounding rhythm, sweat drenching the comforter and Wufei’s handcuffs clanging against the headboard as the pilots drove themselves deeper and into the sweet oblivion they so desperately longed for.

Suddenly, Quatre gave a heady scream, orgasming and raking his nails into Wufei’s shoulders, placing his face into the Asian’s neck in order to muffle the sound. This caused his passage to constrict, sending Duo to greater and greater heights as he pumped himself to completion. The two were soon spent, and each of them helped Wufei to release, with jittery hands and small, frantic movements.

The trio were ultimately exhausted, and wanted nothing more but to sleep the night away. Duo curled up on one side of Wufei, Quatre on the other. Each threaded their arms around the Asian pilot and drifted off to dreamland. There was just one little problem...

‘I swear, when Maxwell wakes up, I’m going to tear him limb from limb...once I get out of these fucking handcuffs.’

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So? How did I do for my very first Gundam Wing fic AND Threesome? Reviews would be absolutely wrfulrful!