POST-GAME WRAP UP

"All right, dude!" Ryo shouted as they came through the door, high-fiving Duo and Wufei in turn. "We kicked ass tonight!"

Ryo and Duo threw gym bags at the closet and headed for the kitchen while Wufei hung his on the coat rack by the door.

"Heathens," he snorted before following them.

"Man! That was great!" Ryo had the milk carton out and was gesturing wildly with it as he relayed the last few plays of the game. Not that there was any need, Wufei registered. They had all been there. They had all been playing.

"Yeah, yeah, and oh, man! That was priceless when Wu got thrown out of the game!"

"Yeah!" Ryo agreed wholeheartedly.

"Hey, Wu, what did you call that ref?"

Wufei paused, looking at violet and blue eyes. "A pig-faced baboon."

Duo burst out laughing, and Ryo once again high-fived the Chinese ex-pilot.

"That was great! I thought I was gonna get a side-stitch from laughin' so hard that I was gonna have to sit out!"

"He was incorrect. I was NOT offsides."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever, dude. That rocked!"

Wufei snorted. "I was not offsides."

Duo clapped him on the back. "Don't worry, old buddy. I covered your ass. That sucked them getting a penalty kick that late in the game though. Not that it really mattered. I AM the best goalie out there."

"Hell, yeah!" Ryo shouted as he slapped Duo's hand.

Wufei smiled. For all that Duo lacked in manners and patience, he had to admit that Maxwell was an excellent goalkeeper.

He found himself admiring the former Gundam pilot as he sat his butt down on the kitchen cabinet and swung his feet, grinning like a banshee at Ryo's tale of victory. It was always welcome to see that sardonic smile, even if it always managed to anger Heero Yuy.

Speaking of which…

Heero passed by the kitchen, scowling at the occupants on his way to the door.

"Hey! Heero! We won!" Duo shouted from the kitchen.

"Great," Yuy deadpanned. "You guys clean whatever you mess up. I'm not going to do it this time. I won't be home tonight." Without any further explanation, Heero stalked out the door and slammed it behind him.

Milk mustache firmly planted on his lips from drinking straight out of the carton, Ryo asked, "What bug crawled up his ass?"

"If only," Wufei muttered.

Duo and Ryo exchanged shocked looks, and Ryo sputtered up the mouthful of milk he had, some of it leaking from his nose. Wufei had the dignity to blush, but Duo had a giggling fit until he cried.

They ordered pizza, made popcorn and pulled beers out of the fridge.

They had all showered - Duo and Ryo together as usual. Wufei politely and indignantly declining their invitation to join them.

He had showered in his own room, ignoring the muffled noises coming from the main bathroom down the hall.

Sitting comfortably on the couch in a lotus position, Wufei waited for the others and munched absently on the popcorn on the table. He smiled. It had been good these last few years. Each of the former Gundam pilots had been allowed to lead normal lives for the time being if they so chose. Quatre and Trowa had immediately disappeared into the desert to one of the small Arabian's holdings there. He, Heero, and Duo had decided to go to college to try to be normal teens. Of course, he and Heero had been anything but normal by Western standards.

Duo, well, he was Duo. Perfectly American. He fit right in.

They had some classes together at first and decided to be roommates. After all, if they would be able to get along with anyone, it should have been each other. They had fought in a war together.

But it had turned out more difficult than they had originally thought.

Duo and Heero fought constantly. He had holed up in his room to avoid the screaming baka and the stoic cynic. They seemed to ignite one another's crazy little quirks. And at one time, he could have sworn that the two of them were actually trying to have some sort of relationship.

He snorted out loud. That could not have been a healthy relationship.

Eventually, Duo had brought home Ryo like a lost puppy and asked without saying anything for Wufei's approval. Why the braided baka needed his approval, he had no idea, but the black haired Japanese boy needed a friend and companion as much as the braided boy did.

Wufei sighed. Man. Men. They were men now. All of them were in the last year of college, just about to receive superfluous degrees.

The house had decreased in size with the addition of Ryo. He had not moved in, per se, but he did have a few personal items stowed in the hallway bathroom. And came over every single weekend in addition to at least three other days during the week.

Wufei heard Duo's bedroom door shut, and he straightened up and quickly turned on the television set, trying to appear like he had not been listening. Unfortunately, Duo had been the last one watching it, so the sound was cranked and a loud, technotronic beat blared from one of the music stations. Wufei scrambled to find the mute button and grabbed a handful of popcorn.

Ryo was the first to appear, clad only in boxer shorts. Wufei had to concentrate on his popcorn kernels to avoid staring. The tanned lean body was tantalizing to say the least. All sinewy muscle and leg. A man used to physical exertion. A man who lived for keeping active.

"Hey, Wu-man, whatcha watchin'?" The long-haired Japanese boy plopped down on the other end of the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn, snatching one of the beers with his other hand. Cradling it, he popped the top on the can and motioned to the television set. "Oh, this is that crap that Duo watches. Change it to something more entertainin', will ya?"

Wufei raised an eyebrow and changed the channel, occasionally getting a "Wait, wait, go back" from Ryo. They eventually decided on a martial arts movie - both of them making comments about the obvious wirework.

About thirty minutes later, a freshly-showered Duo appeared, complete with wet, braided hair.

But neither of the men on the couch noticed. They were too engrossed with the horror movie that had come on after the Hong Kong flick had ended.

Chang snorted when the girl did something stupid.

They always did something stupid.

Ryo laughed. "Dibs on that guy buying it first."

"No. It will be the foolish woman."

"Huh-uh. That dude. He's got that geek look."

"The woman. She has not been paying attention. She will die first."

"Okay. You're on, Wu-man."

Wufei snorted. The nickname Duo had given him had stuck. Not only was Ryo now calling him that but many of the others at the college had picked up on it as well. Of course, they did not realize it was one of the things Duo did to get under his skin.

It was Duo's way of calling him "woman."

But he could not fault Ryo for using it, he did not know any better. Man and dude were an integral part of the young man's vocabulary.

"Nuh-uh. You're both wrong. The couple doing it. They're the ones that will buy it first." Duo, grinning like a maniac and clad in his glow-in-the-dark aliens and UFO pajamas, nestled between the two black-haired men and grabbed the popcorn bowl.

"In these old horror movies, sex equals death."

The others turned to stare at him.

"What?" he said around a mouthful of popcorn. "It's true!" he persisted, spitting out small kernels. "Not that I blame her though. I'd do him."

That merited another round of incredulous stares before Ryo tried to pounce on Duo who fled over the back of the couch and left a popcorn contrail. But Ryo was just as quick on his feet and the merry chase was on with Wufei as a scowling statue for Duo to use as a shield.

As the pair once more rounded the couch, Duo leapt up on the cushions to vault over the back again. This time a dragon claw darted out and nabbed Maxwell's ankle, giving Ryo just enough time to capture the braided baka.

"Hey! No fair, Wufei!" Duo screamed between giggling fits.

Chang could not help but smile when Ryo wrestled Duo to the ground, tickling as they tumbled.

"Hey, Wu-man! Help me hold him down, will ya?"

Still grinning, Wufei sank to his knees and grabbed Duo's arms, effectively pinning his hands above his head.

"No! HEY! No fair! It's two against one!" Duo shouted.

"No. It is not, but justice must be served, Maxwell. It is a fitting punishment."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Duo conceded.

"Had enough?"

"Yes, yes! Now let me-"

Wufei was staring at Duo's flushed face when the braided baka abruptly stopped and stared up at him. Small tingles of excitement tickled his spine as Chang looked up to see ice blue eyes, swirling with undisguised lust, inches from his face. "Thank you, Wu-man," the Japanese boy said and placed an unmistakably sincere kiss on Wufei's lips.

Shocked, Wufei pulled back but Duo's hands snaked around his wrists, pinning him to the floor, and yanked Wufei forward and off-balance. Without the aid of his hands, Chang fell against Ryo.

Callused, tanned hands touched his face and smoothed back a strand of hair that had escaped from the ponytail he still wore. A hot tongue parted his lips and dove inside his mouth, stealing his breath and any sensibilities he might have had. He vaguely registered another pair of hands slowly pulling his black tank top out of his white drawstring pants.

His hands were freed, and he used them to the best of his ability, touching every available inch of the lean torso in front of him.

The tongue became more aggressive, the movement more urgent as it delved deeper into his mouth.

The other pair of hands caressed the smooth planes of his stomach, making them twitch with electric fire. His body responding to the warm desire flowing through his blood, his pants jutting out proudly.

Then the cool hands were slowly untying the drawstring of his pants and loosening the fabric around his hips. His hips bucked when those hands pulled his straining erection free of its confines and lightly stroked the smooth, veined flesh. He groaned, imagining those long, slender fingers of Duo's as they teased and coaxed his member into a fully engorged state.

How many times had he lain in bed listening to the sounds coming from Duo's bedroom and wished he were there, making those wonderful noises come from that long, delicate throat and delicious mouth?

That same delicious mouth that was now licking and sucking diligently on his stiff cock as he and Ryo knelt in the middle of the living room floor.

Wufei hissed and pulled away from Sanada to look at Duo. He nearly fainted.

Rose colored lips in a tight, thin line encircled his shaft. Violet eyes closed and long, dusty eyelashes fluttering against blush-tinged skin. Unruly bangs tickling and teasing Wufei's highly sensitive flesh.

But as much as he was enjoying the attention down below, he wanted to kiss those lips and fulfill another fantasy. "My mouth, Maxwell. Now."

Ryo grinned and made room between them for Duo's lithe body. Confused violet eyes met black as Chang pulled Maxwell up to pajama clad knees, tangling long fingers in the brown braid. Heated mouths melded together, and Wufei savored the smooth texture and taste of Duo's mouth. His friend. His comrade. His brother in arms.

Now completely wrapped in his.

Wufei felt indecent with his pants around his knees and with Duo pressed against him. But he also felt good. Really, really good.

The damp hair snared his hands, and he gripped Duo's head tighter, crushing their mouths together.

There were small tugs on the body pressed against him, and he gradually felt heated flesh and an erect penis trying to drill a hole through his thigh as Sanada stripped Duo of his pajama bottoms. He groaned into Duo's mouth and opened his eyes to see Ryo's mischievous grin over the American's shoulder. Large, warm sword-callused hands gripped his ass and pulled him closer to Duo, crushing all three pelvises together. He could feel the vibrations from the brunette's moan all the way to his toes.

"D's been wanting to do this for a long time, Wu-man. So have I." The ice blue eyes were shy, timid, but blazing with desire. "We just didn't think you would… you know. I mean after all you never would shower with us."

Reluctantly, Wufei pulled away from Duo's luscious mouth. "Even the most stoic of monks would be sorely tempted by the sight of either of you," he said. "Especially this one, with his beautiful hair and doe-like eyes." He looked into those violet eyes. "I have been meaning to say this for a long time, Duo Maxwell. You are truly beautiful. Your soul shines with radiance." Chang looked at Sanada. "But it was not until the radiant one met the one blazing with inner fire that he truly realized his full inner beauty."

Wufei caught the slight blush that crossed Ryo's face. "Thanks," the Japanese boy mumbled.

"Wu, you mean to tell me that all this time we've been fretting and scheming to come up with some way to get you into the sack, and you would have gone willingly if we'd just asked?"

Chang looked back at Duo. "Of course. You merely had to ask."

Duo's mouth hung open. "But- but why wouldn't you come shower with us? I mean, wasn't that a blatant hint?"

"Three people in that shower? Are you insane, Maxwell?"

Duo sputtered and Ryo laughed. "He's got a point, D."

Realizing he had just done the impossible - made Duo speechless, Wufei grinned and leaned in for another kiss before the braided baka found his voice. Duo tried to protest at first, but carefully grinding hips made him groan and willingly give in.

Wufei knew that not all of those soft noises coming from Duo were caused by his tongue down the American's throat. Some of those were created by Ryo's body pressing against Duo's back, and Wufei guessed a hardened part of Sanada's anatomy was shoving against private areas.

"I want him, Sanada," Wufei stated, forcefully but not overly so.

The Japanese boy raised an eyebrow and grinned. "He's all yours, Wu-man, as long as I at least get part of him." Ryo let his fingers slide into Duo's mouth. Both Maxwell and Chang groaned. Sanada used those fingers to turn Duo around to face him and began kissing the braided one fiercely, which gave Wufei a nice view of the American's backside.

The Chinese dragon could not help but run his hands over those delicious curves. He pressed himself against Duo's back, letting his erect cock wedge in between the firm buttocks. He felt the braided boy push back slightly and then Duo gave him a sly wink over a pajama top clad shoulder before scooting his hips backward. Wufei groaned and moved back to give the braided American room.

The view that followed made him gasp. Duo slowly licked and sucked his way down Ryo's tanned chest, leaving shining trails down the darkened skin. Ice blue eyes closed in ecstasy as rose-colored lips closed over his heated shaft. Wufei's black eyes widened as he watched those lips glide over the veined skin with practiced ease. Then he noticed the banquet Duo had left open for him.

The American's ass was right in front of him, long legs splayed apart to allow Wufei a full view.

Never had the dragon felt so blessed.

Gently, he ran his fingertips over the beautiful pale skin being offered to him. He could feel the body shiver under his touch. He looked up at Ryo and saw the ice blue eyes were open and staring at him. A wistful smile played on the man's face. Go ahead, he mouthed.

Wufei smiled and moved in closer. He ran his hand between Duo's cheeks, teasing the puckered flesh, wanting to take what was being offered. He glanced around for something to use as…

"He's already- ugnnh- taken care of that. Oh. Ah, in the bathroom…before he came out."

Wufei raised an eyebrow at that. These two had planned this? They had expected him to join their fun. They had come prepared. Well, Duo had come prepared. So that was why he had spent an extra half-hour in the bathroom…

Half-hour?

Best not to let a good thing go to waste.

Wufei saw something tossed his way and reflexively caught it. He grinned when he realized what it was. A small tube of petroleum jelly like the ones Duo carried in his pocket. Claimed it kept his lips soft.

And he was not wrong.

Wufei paid diligent attention to lubricating his cock, enjoying the view in front of him, letting his hands toy with Duo's flesh. He was rewarded with muffled mews of desire and long legs parted even farther. He liked the control over Duo's body. He liked the fact that Duo was begging for it without saying a word.

He liked the fact the braided boy would not be able to see it coming.

Using every ounce of willpower at his disposal, Wufei positioned himself behind Duo and leaned over the American, rubbing his stiff cock against the firm ass. Then he pushed up the UFO pajama top and licked a trail down Duo's spine from his neck to his tailbone.

The braided one moaned which ricocheted through Sanada's body. "Whoa, dude…" the Japanese boy mumbled, breathless.

Wufei hid his smirk. So the word 'dude' was firmly embedded in Ryo's vocabulary.

The dragon placed a hand on Duo's back to keep him from wriggling that perfect ass anymore. Then he leaned his hips forward until his cock pressed against that tight ring of muscle. Duo tried to squirm again, but carefully placed hands on either hip stilled him effectively. Wufei eased himself into Duo slowly, just letting the tip slide in, nothing more.

Wufei had been craving this moment from the time he met the braided baka, but he had kept his hands to himself. There was no need letting his irrational hormones take over his body. He had self-control and willpower. He could contain his body's primitive urges.

Until tonight.

Duo was beginning to attempt to push back, but Wufei held him in place.

The teasing wasn't complete.

Chang hunched over the American's back, laying one hand on a pajama-clad shoulder as his other hand snaked around to grasp Duo's bobbing erection.

The braided one groaned around the flesh in his mouth, and Chang watched in delight as Ryo's eyes fluttered. Sanada mumbled, "Just fucking do it already, Wu. I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

Even teeth appeared and gleamed as Chang let loose a predatory smile. Still hunched over Duo's back, he tried a few quick shallow thrusts until he felt Duo's body clench and saw Ryo's mouth fall open. Then he tried long, slow, deep strokes and could almost hear Duo purr.

Sanada bit an already swollen lip.

Never had Wufei imagined anything like this. He might have daydreamed of the two men separately, but never together, at once. Never dreamed of being able to see Ryo across from him with his eyes closed and lips parted while Duo licked and sucked greedily on Sanada's thick, erect member. Never dreamed of being able to fuck Duo while watching Sanada's ice blue eyes.

He moaned. The reality of the situation beginning to sink in. He was here. In the middle of the floor with Duo and Ryo in a very compromising position. He grinned. Wouldn’t it be something if Yuy walked in right now? What would the stoic pilot do? Would he snort in disgust and go to his room? Or would he join in their sex games?

The absurdity of his mental images was taking its toll and he almost chuckled. Almost.

It was impossible to keep one's thoughts on a scowling Heero Yuy when one was embedded firmly and completely in Duo Maxwell.

"Faster, Wu-man," Ryo breathed. Wufei was impressed by Duo's mouth's stamina. "He likes it fast and hard. Ooohhhh. Come on, please? He won't let me cum until you let him cum."

Duo's ass squeezed Wufei's cock in response. Chang groaned and picked up the pace. It was not difficult losing himself to the sensation. It was not hard letting his body take control of his actions. After all, he had denied his body its pleasure for so long.

As if in response, he could feel the pressure rapidly building. Duo's sucking becoming frantic, and Ryo was now moaning continually. Wufei knew the American was enjoying himself by the way he met Wufei's hips thrust for thrust. The friction slid into Chang's brain, igniting every nerve in his body, making every inch of flesh tingle.

"Oh god. Oh god! I can't… Shit! Duo!" Ryo screamed and every muscle in Sanada's body tightened, his hips still pumping into Duo's mouth. A few seconds later and the Japanese boy slid to the floor.

"Oh… god… Wufei," Duo breathed as he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then he used that hand to help hold his weak body up. "I'm going to… Soon. You… you feel so… so… ugnnnh!"

Wufei cried out as Duo's body clenched around him like a vise, gripping him fiercely, and milky fluid shot from the cock in his hand. Still pumping into Duo's body, he let the now limp organ slide from his grip and began using both hands to hold Duo's hips, gripping them tightly as he repeatedly rocked into the constricting heat, rapidly nearing his own completion.

Harder and faster he thrust until his vision began to dim and white lights danced in front of his eyes. His chest was heaving, and his breath was harsh. Sweat dripped into his eyes, and his hair fell around his face, having fled from the confines of his band. Then bright light flared and his thin hold on his self-control shattered. Liquid heat burst from his body and into Duo's, wrenching cries from both parched throats. Slick bodies spasmed with satisfaction before slumping to the floor.

Duo's head found Ryo's stomach, and Wufei lay stretched out along Duo's lean curves.

"Wow," Ryo muttered. "That was some game tonight, wasn't it?"

Duo giggled and weakly slapped Ryo's chest. Wufei grinned and snuggled in closer. "It was indeed, Sanada. Indeed it was."