Miss November

Contents/Warnings: Yaoi/Shounen Ai, masturbation
Pairings: 5x5, 2x4(x1)
Disclaimer: See all the others; status unchanged.

AN: Written for gw500 challenge #28 - 'timing'.

The downstairs bathroom was small but peaceful, especially in the morning. Wufei greatly preferred it for that reason. Granted, compared to most safehouses the Winner boy managed to set up for them, this house was small - and stuck in the middle of suburbia. Still, it gave off an odd sensation of normal.

At least on the outside. The weapon stash in the back of the garage and the makeshift training dojo in the basement jarred with normality.

It was still early. Yuy would certainly be in the basement. Most likely, he had convinced Barton to join him in a sparring match. Wufei hadn't heard snoring when he passed Maxwell's room, though Winner might have dragged him along for a supply run. The blond had mentioned something about that yesterday.

Altogether, this left Wufei fairly undisturbed. He smirked to himself. One necessity of nature already attended to, finalized with a flush, he opted to satisfy another. From one of the cabinets, hidden behind a small stack of towels and spare toilet paper, he fished out the well-leafed glossy magazine. Three lovely ladies at the cover; clothes enough for one. The issue was a classic. There was a reason he'd held on to it. He flipped through the pages, glanced at some of the pictures, working to the reason.

And there she was; miss November, in all her glory - dark, mysterious, alluring. Wufei put the magazine down on the floor; he needed his hands free. One of them, at least. He flipped the pages, tilted the magazine and extended the centerfold. His borderline leer went down at miss November. She didn't mind, but quietly kept on displaying her straight, pitch-black hair, delicate long lashes, large, pleading eyes and teasing smile, white teeth within a rosy mouth. She leant back, displaying her ample bosom, smooth, almost shiny skin, flat belly, thin waist, legs crossed at the fine line between merely naughty and outright lewd.

Wufei's right hand worked faster. Oh, how he liked miss November. It wasn't the first time he'd shown off his... interest. At least he'd kept the magazine from getting sticky.

In his mind, he envisioned how her skin would feel, how her lips would taste, how softly and seductively she would whisper in his ear... He nearly grinned.

He was so far gone in his fantasy that he registered the voices much too late. He froze, matters still in his hand.

"-told him I didn't mean to break it. Not my fault Trowa left his clown mask on my chair."

A soft chuckle followed.

Maxwell and Winner, Wufei concluded, clenching his teeth. The two must have come home early. Their voices came from the direction of the kitchen - and the sound of footsteps was growing louder. He glanced at his crotch, at miss November, at the door. Did he remember to-

The answer presented itself when it swung open, courtesy of Duo. Quatre saw him first, and made the tiniest shirk in surprise. Which of course made Duo look too. Wufei froze for a few seconds, as did the other two. Then, Quatre began to mutter an apology for barging in, and Duo started grinning, no doubt working up some rude and sarcastic comment. Wufei released his clammy hand, hurriedly hiked up his pants, and fled to the safety of his room, cheeks feeling decidedly warmer. He'd deal with the two later, once he had his katana to force an oath of secrecy through. First however, he needed a cold shower to rid miss November from his mind entirely. He changed his direction to the upstairs bathroom.

Quatre and Duo watched Wufei run away, somewhat stumped. They went into the cramped bathroom. Duo shut the door and started snickering, soon laughing outright. Between big grins and not quite suppressed chuckles, Quatre cautioned him. "This isn't funny, Duo." Grin. "I mean-"

"Like hell it isn't funny. We just caught mister self-righteous himself with his pants down. Good thing for him, I almost thought he'd been neutered or something - I mean, he's always so uptight and- hello..." Duo looked down on miss November and picked her up, thumb and index finger only. "Well, lookie here..."

Quatre did, and blushed. "Perhaps we should put that away, and-"

Grin. "Oh, you wash your hands first, Quat. I'm just gonna look-" Slow, falling whistle. "Have to hand it to Wufei - at least he has good taste. She's something else."

"Perhaps," Quatre commented, turning on the faucet and reaching for the soap. One of the shampoo bottles had ruptured on their way back from the grocery store, and cleaning up that mess had left them somewhat smudged.

"Oh?" Duo peered over his shoulder. "You not into girls with long, black hair?"

The blond shook his hands. "Something like that." Turn of faucet.

With a grin, Duo tossed miss November and friends aside. He put his hands on the counter, caging Quatre in. He placed his chin to Quatre's shoulder, stared at him through the mirror in front of them. "...and just what sort of girls do you like...? ...or do you like boys...?" he purred into Quatre's ear.

Quatre grew decidedly uncomfortable. "Look, Duo, I-" Just as he turned to make a more direct confrontation, Duo's hand was at his cheek, still slick with shampoo spills. Of course, more notable were the lips now pressed against his own. Surprised, Quatre shirked back. "Duo!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just what-"

"Oh, come on, Quat..." A step closer.

A step further back, another, third blocked by the wall. "Uhm, Duo, I-"

Duo came closer, predatory grin out in full force. Closer. He reached for Quatre's chin, tilted his head up, kissed him softly. "Tell me you don't like it, and I'll stop..." Duo kissed Quatre's cheek, picked at the top shirt button, pushed the collar aside, landed lips to collarbone and set to work. Quatre made no move to rebuff him; the soft moan that escaped him only egged Duo on.

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Heero was satisfied with the mock match. Trowa had defended himself well, and made a few attacks that had caught him off guard. Granted, Trowa would not be likely to use them against him again with as much success. Given time to analyze them, Heero would find the best possible counter. He ruffled his hair with the towel, then left it around his shoulders. The workout had made them both work up quite a sweat, and Heero felt the loose sweatpants start to cling to his skin. Trowa was in dire need of a shower too, and by their usual agreement, the loser by points got the upstairs bathroom.

Heero didn't really care one way or the other. He was too exhausted. He opened the bathroom door-

Duo and Quatre apparently didn't notice him at first. Duo's black T-shirt had joined Quatre's vest on the floor, and the blond's pink shirt wasn't far from following, already unbuttoned and aside, with Duo suckling an exposed nipple. As the initial surprise passed, Heero thought about closing the door and calmly step away. Yet, he kept looking, for just a few seconds too long. Quatre saw him, and stiffened. That made Duo glance his way too - and the lecherous grin almost screamed 'run, you fool!' at Heero - but his legs didn't budge - not that he was in much state to run right now, anyway.

Duo winked at Quatre, nodded his head in Heero's direction. Quatre gave a conspiring smile, adding to the warning bells chiming in Heero's ears. They came over, each taking hold of one of his arms, coaxing him inside. It didn't take much.

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While they did help him wash off sweat and grime eventually, they made him a great deal more soaked and sore than he already was.

But it was worth it.

Still, as he rubbed his tender backside, Heero made himself a promise to remember to knock next time. In the aftermath, Duo and Quatre had mentioned their earlier discovery. Walking in on one randy housemate was bad enough. Walking in on two... made further walking difficult.

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