Author: Chauni

Email: ChauniMaxwell@mechpilot.com

Website: www.oocities.org/asukalangley2nd/

Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Language, Gratuitous Use of Hypnosis, PWP.

Pairings: 3x4, 2x3, 2x4, 2x1, 2x5

Disclaimer: I don’t own GW. Made not one dime off this, so no suing please.

Power of Suggestion

His movements were smooth and thick, like liquid lava, as the fire on the tip of the struck match met with the waiting wick of the tall white candle, igniting it at once. A small smirk grasped at the corner of his tiers as the violet pools shifted from the warmth to the frigid calculating glares of the annoyed boys across the table from him.

“This is stupid,” Wufei snorted, his sloe eyes impenetrable as his leg kicked impatiently beneath the long expanse of the wooden kitchen table.

“You cannot hypnotize someone with our level of training,” Heero calmly stated with his hands folded before him.

Duo slid to his feet, turned off the lights, forcing the candle to become the sun in the small room. Trowa and Quatre leaned against the marble countertop, the taller boy’s arms encircling his smaller counterpart, tiny, almost invisible smiles laying claim to both their lips. The braided boy returned to his seat, shifting for a moment as he tried to get comfortable. His plaited hair looked absolutely amazing as the small flame reflected in it, making each strand appear to be the finest silk, clothing fit for only a god. His flesh looked like alabaster stone, a statue done by the masters of art so many years ago, a figure in beauty to rival even the famous David. He was ethereal.

“If you have that attitude, of course you won’t,” he said, waving a dismissing hand. “I need your cooperation; remember, you lost at poker and unless you want to pay each of us two hundred dollars, then you’ll humor me just this once.”

Both boys sighed in defeat, the Japanese pilot muttering a small “Hn” to show his own. To prove their attempt at seriousness at the predicament lain out before them, they squirmed in their chairs for a moment at their own attempt at achieving a comfort state.

“That’s what I thought,” Duo smirked as his eyes caught hold of the candle’s flame brought more liquidity to the amethyst pools, lighting the water on fire. “Now, relax and listen to me.”

His voice dropped several octaves as his face turned into a flat mask of indifference. All the words to come poured from his lips like a calm ecstasy, radiating in his throat in a low, seductive purr.

“Watch the flame, that beautiful little fire. See how it moves so slowly, dancing on the wick, like little pirouettes. Look into the heart of the gold flame, through its tongues to the soul of the fire. Isn’t it beautiful, shifting and moving so smoothly? It’s so relaxing, warming your flesh so softly, calming you completely. You can feel it, that gentle kiss of heat against your bare arms. Sink into that fluid fire; let it become your world, relaxing. You can feel it burning through your resistance, through the cold ice of your walls and warmly embracing you. So warm, so relaxing.”

Heero did not understand in the least how those words were actually weaving themselves into his consciousness, soothing and stroking him like a lover, even as they obviously did so. For a moment, training forced him to stab at the calming tendrils that were wrapping themselves around all of his muscles, all of his limbs, but the words strengthened their efforts, and soon he felt his body grow limp. His eyes, those cold cobalt orbs, held the flame, melting into the heart as his world became fire. Dimly, as if on another plane of existence, he heard Wufei sigh beside him, knowing that he too was succumbing.

And that purring voice never stopped the battle over their senses, embracing them in the warm blanket of submission. “That relaxing heat is starting at your toes, each one, rubbing them softly as it moves upward, over your calves, over your knees, and up your thighs, each one, first left, then right. It all feels so limp, so warm, as all the tension leaves your muscles, your legs. That flame is moving upward again, over your hips, over your stomach, burying its kiss deep within your abdomen before traveling further, over your chest. Ah, yes, your chest feels so warm, so pleasant, and there is no use for hurried breaths, just long slow ones, deep relaxing ones, as it moves to your arms, first left, then right, soothing those tired muscles. Up to your neck, warmth and relaxation, then up to your mouth, your cheeks, and your eyes. Your eyelids are very heavy, aren’t they? Close them and just relax.”

The two pilots did as was requested of them, their black lashes resting against their soft cheeks as they closed their eyes and relaxed in the chairs. Such a sight to behold they were, lips slightly parted as their shoulders were sagging forward, Wufei’s hair slipping free of it’s customary ponytail to lay across one side of his face. Duo’s velvet sound kept slipping out, and Heero twitched once, fighting against the hold against his conscious, and failed, his face going absolutely slack.

“It’s so wonderful to drift away, floating upon that cloud of relaxation. Can you feel yourself slipping away? Let go, fly up and soar above the clouds… In fact, you are rising up to the clouds and as I count up, you will let go a little more, until I’m at ten, when you will be totally free and asleep, happy and at peace.” His voice recited the numbers, the descriptions, the smooth softness of promises of freedom in relaxation. Quatre found his eyes slipping shut a bit, that was, until Trowa squeezed his hand beside him, jarring him back to the present.

“…and ten, sleep. Calming, warm sleep. You will hear everything I tell you and do what I ask, is that understood?”

A murmured, sleep-laden “yes” by two gruff boys was his response, their chins on their chests, hands folded loosely in their laps.

Eager and proud amethyst eyes turned to his conscious companions, a smirk of gigantic proportions riding on his full lips. “So, what should I ask them?”

“How about what they were arguing about this morning?” Trowa offered, raising his concealed eyebrow.

“Yes, I was wondering about that as well,” his blonde lover muttered, leaning against the cabinets a bit more. “Their shouting woke me up, damnit.”

Still smiling, he turned to the sleeping pair and licked his lips slowly, trying to find the correct words. “I am going to ask you a series of questions, and you will feel the need to answer them correctly, and as you do so, with each right answer, you will find yourself sinking more and more into the sweet calm peace. What were you fighting with Heero about this morning, Wufei?”

His silken lips barely moved as he spoke, his obsidian lashes licking the bronze cheeks. “You.”

“Me?” The sound of the question hung thoroughly in the air for a moment as he turned his inquiring violet eyes to the Japanese pilot. The way the candlelight danced over his flawless skin was hypnotizing within his self and he found that he could watch the movements for hours to come. But now was not the time. “Heero, why were you and Wufei arguing about me this morning?”

“A bet,” the quiet nasal voice responded, his tiers barely shifting as the words slipped out. “He said… he could… get you…first.”

Quatre’s giggles jarred the braided boy out of his shock and Trowa had to sling an arm around the blonde’s shoulders and pull him against his lips to stop the peels of laughter. That white blanket of stunned surprise that had fallen over the Deathscythe pilot’s delicate features had been priceless as well as memorable. Yes, he would be teased over that for months to come.

Duo stared at the two mesmerized boys for another minute, licking his lips absentmindedly. Get him? He didn’t need to ask what the boy had meant, those three had lonely beds, and he hadn’t been ignorant to the stares he had received over the time. But…a bet? Now, that was going a bit out of line, a bit more than what he had expected from either of his comrades.

“A bet, hm?” His elbow rested down on the table as he propped his chin in his hand, index finger lightly tapping his chin. “Wufei, what would the loser have to do?”

Duo sputtered at the response given. “Pay twenty dollars.”

“Twenty bucks?! I’m only worth twenty-freakin’-dollars?!” He sulked for a moment, attempting to ignore the massive amount of laughter from the lovers on the sidelines. “Okay, we all know I will not take this thing lying down.”

“They thought you would,” came back Trowa’s quick joke, and sent Quatre into another round of helpless giggles.

The God of Death cast them both a heated glare and then went back to peering at the hypnotized gamblers. “Well, I suppose it’s time to take revenge on them, right?”

Quatre sobered a bit, his laughter trailing off as he eyed the braided boy with a scrupulous gaze. “You’re not going to do anything horrible to them, are you? Anything that they will regret?”

Duo shook his head, chestnut bangs waving back and forth for a moment as he kept his eyes on his subjects. “You cannot force a hypnotized person to do anything they absolutely do not want to do. No, this is going to be fun…for me anyway.”

Heero wasn’t sure what had happened, but when he opened his eyes, he found that his standing position with his arms suspended above his head was strangely comfortable. It took a moment to gather his surroundings, to realize that Wufei had woken up beside him at the exact time and appeared to also be standing, his arms raised above his head and held by something just out of sight. After assessing all that, he noticed the kicker: from the feel of the way the breeze from the air conditioner hit his flesh, he was nude as well.

And then, he heard the moaning.

Such a sweet sound, filled with the primal pleading sound of ecstasy that had been throughout time. His mouth immediately filled with salvia as he imagined someone moaning for him in such a fashion, a specific someone in fact. His thoughts began to churn for a moment until he heard the captive boy beside him hiss sharp and whisper the braided boy’s name.

His cerulean eyes shot to the bed to the right of them, a queen size mattress, easily big enough for the three naked, writhing people on it. A light shone down on the mass of limbs like a radiance from heaven embracing them in a halo glow. After a moment of watching the erotic vision, he was able to see exactly what was going on, which brought a soft moan to his lips.

Duo laid like a sacrifice on an altar, hair unbound and slipping over the expanse of shimmering white satin sheets. His violet eyes were half-lidded, dark to almost the point of black, and gazing out at the two standing boys about twenty feet away. His milky thighs were spread, inviting caresses, kisses, and other such enticing activities. A soft groan slipped from his pouty lips, and it was clear to see why.

Quatre, the glow from the overhead light illuminating his angelic cherub face, was lying beside the other boy, his fingers wrapped around the chestnut god’s shaft and pumping it with a slow, skilled grace. His clothes had been discarded somewhere, and his legs half hung off the bed, even as he leaned in to run his tongue over the weeping head of the other boy’s organ. Trowa, lithe and rippling beside them both and equally as nude, had his lips wrapped securely around one of Duo’s dark nipples, his fingers tormenting the one his mouth neglected. On his knees beside the long-haired pilot’s body, it was easy to see as his teeth clamped down on the flesh and tugged it.

Heero moaned, a deep vibrating sound in the back of his throat, all the while his tongue slipping out to lick across his dry lips. The writhing bodies too no note of it, as it seemed, even as Duo’s numb mouth and hurried panting voice, greeted his ears.

“Oh, gawd, Quatre…nnn…yeah, yeah, right there!” His narrow hips bucked upward, driving his manhood deeper into the blonde’s waiting throat, all the while his fingers slipping through the back of Trowa’s hair, pushing his mouth and teeth closer to his chest.

His dark violet eyes peeked over at the two excluded boys and a dreamy smirk crossed his lips. “Like what ya see?”

Heero nodded mutely, even as he saw Wufei do the same from the corner of his eye, mouthing the word “Yes”. Of course, he ignored the jealousy that momentarily flared as the blonde’s mouth devoured him totally, forcing his back to arch and a strangled groan to slip out; the vision was too erotic to care about such a menial thing for the moment.

“Don’t you wish this could be you? Can’t you feel my warm mouth wrapped around your cock, Heero? Doesn’t it feel good…nnn…as my lips slide down that long length, my tongue working it while it’s inside me, my teeth lightly scraping up the sides?” His voice had taken on that seductive, hypnotic purr again, watching them with half-lidded eyes, even as Trowa had moved from his spot on the boy’s chest to help lick and bathe the twitching shaft with his tongue.

The Japanese boy shuddered, falling a bit as his cock was immediately, painfully hard. The oddest thing; he could feel the warm mouth that slipped around the head of it, the tongue that wetly played across the small slit as if to coax out the necter beneath. Hips bucking forward, his lips parted to bring in a shuddering breath, he stared out between his thick lashes to gaze at the one who tormented him from across the room, even as the two boys licked eagerly at his shaft.

The phantom mouth slid further down his own cock, and he threw his head back, growling under his breath. This isn’t possible. It feels too real, but he’s over there…what the hell is going on?

The smirk that tugged at the corners of the braided boy’s pouty lips was quickly killed as his head titled back and his hips pushed upwards towards those two savagely caressing tongues. He doesn’t realize he’s still under…Thank God I put that suggestion not to look up. If he saw there really was nothing holding him and ‘Fei, that it was all just part of the commands I placed, he’d break free in a second- All coherent thought faltered for a moment as Quatre’s mouth found its way lower to the sweet sack of flesh and another musical moan struggled its way out of the boy’s throat.

After a moment, he gathered his bearings, and eyes so dark they were nearly pebbles of onyx found their way to the intensely watching Wufei. He hung neatly from his imaginary restraints, his bronze cheeks just barely washed with a pink hue, but whether from embarrassment or lust, Duo couldn’t be sure, at least not until his eyes strayed downward to the straining arousal between the slick muscled thighs.

“‘Fei,” and even the nickname sounded all right to the Chinese boy’s ears, “I can see it in your eyes, so perfectly. You can feel me behind you, cant you, can feel my fingers slipping over the flesh of your ass. You can feel them pushing those round cheeks apart, can feel my fingers slipping inside your heat, feel the two of them slipping in and out of you as they find your button and attack it mercilessly. You can feel it, as the waves of pleasure rush throughout your body, can’t you?”

A strangled groan slipped out of the tight lips of the hanging boy as his hips bucked forward so frantically for a moment, his eyes rolling back, then slipping shut. His legs shook, threatening to give way, but something wouldn’t let him have the pleasure of slipping to his knees. Shudders ravaged his body as crashing surges of ecstasy ran throughout his small frame.

No sense! How can Maxwell-nnn- be doing this, be touching me, if he’s all the way over-oh, gods-there?!

Duo watched the confusion that waged war on both the faces of his boys, and moaned again, his hand finding the back of Trowa’s head and pushing his mouth down over the length of his cock, delighting in the fact that the lanky pilot could devour him whole. Quatre slipped between the boy’s thighs, running his tongue along the flesh and nipping where it suited him.

Heero stared from his vantage point, his hips still thrusting forward into that soft, wet phantom mouth. God, how did the boy move like that, with each movement a slithering dance of liquid water? His hair, laid across the sheets, even seemed to have a life of its own, shifting and swirling as his head fell back, cries slipping out of his full lips, those lips that he could swear were wrapped around his aching cock right now.

And, suddenly, the chestnut haired god was stiffening, his eyes wide as they stared blindly at the ceiling, his hand pushing Trowa’s head even farther as he screamed out his completion. For a moment, both captive boys could see the dreamy, faraway look in the boy’s hazy eyes, noticing dimly that Trowa’s throat didn’t work to show that he swallowed the seed, but that was proven a moment later as the lanky pilot lifted his head, grabbed the blonde’s arm and pulled him over to kiss him with more pent-up lust than any of them had ever seen, the stolen seed slipping into the other’s mouth to effectively swallow.

Duo climbed up from the bed, leaving the couple on the bed to entertain themselves, which they wasted no time doing. Heated moans slipped through the small room as Trowa’s lips made their way down the smaller boy’s body, attacking whatever they could find in their haste.

Wufei, caught up within the throes of bliss that wracked his small body, watched the sensuous way the boy walked towards Heero and him, the way the eternity of chestnut silk licked hungrily at the backs of the boy’s milky thighs, slightly disheveled from his romps with the other two pilots. He watched the way he moved, the way the hips swayed, the way the flesh between his legs had already begun to awaken once more. He watched as the boy mouthed one word, one simple word, “Stop”, and so all pleasure within him ceased, leaving him softly whimpering as his obsidian locks fell into his eyes. From the heaving, almost exhausted panting beside him, he knew that whatever teasing Heero had experienced had momentarily stopped as well.

“Down.”

And neither one knew how such a thing happened, nor did their lust-filled minds think twice about it, as they found their restraints had been released and now sat on their knees before the American boy, looking up at him with two pairs of dark eyes.

“Such good little subjects ya both are.” Again, the purring voice bounced off the walls, almost covered up by the moans of the couple on the bed. Clouded minds ignored the implications of such a statement and instead nodded once, still kneeling before him and staring at him like he was a beacon or a god. “Let’s see how much fun we can have here, m’kay?”

Lilac pools turned to gaze at Wufei, holding his eyes for a moment before turning to the nightstand. “‘Fei, grab the lubricant from the top drawer and bring it back to me, now.” His words, his tone, left nothing hidden, and the boy scrambled to his feet to do the boy’s bidding eagerly.

Meanwhile, however, those amethyst oculars shifted to Heero, beautiful Heero on his knees with muscles that rippled through a tight body like a jaguar. A small pink morsel of a tongue slipped out of Duo’s mouth to run across his pouty lips as he regarded the currently submissive creature. Fun…mmm, such fun…

“Heero, position, now.”

The Japanese boy was left wondering how he knew what the boy meant with such a cryptic phrase, but immediately, his body worked on it’s own volition, falling forward to lean against his hands, which laid on the floor, palm flat, his tight ass in the air. His head hung down for a moment, until he felt soft fingers under his chin, lifting his head up to meet a pair of familiar liquid eyes.

“You look perfect on your hands and knees, Heero,” Duo purred, a smirk tugging softly at his palmers. “I might keep you this way more often.”

Wufei came into view, handing the American boy the bottle, and made to kneel beside the Wing pilot. Duo shook his head, pointing off to the side of positioned boy, and ordered him to stand there, his hands laced behind his head, chest out, and his eyes down, always down.

Heero waited for the protests, the complaints, and was about to get was he expected as the Chinese boy opened his mouth, and said…nothing, falling immediately to take his spoken place, following the commands perfectly. I...I don’t understand this! What has he done? Not that it was such a horrible thing; far from it. He bit back the moan that threatened to climb from his throat from just being there, beneath the vent where the cool wind blew, with his ass in the air, aching to be touched, be filled. I…just want...to understand…this.

And then he felt it, the cool liquid that slid into his body riding on a pair of fingers, piercing his mind, his hold on reality. He cried out, head tossed back, as he pushed against them, needing this more than he had ever needed such a thing before. It felt so cold, so blissfully cold inside his burning body, and he cried out again, ignoring the other noises of lust from the couple on the bed.

Duo, however, was moving totally on a blind, touching basis, for his attention was being divided between both Heero and the bronze colored arousal that was at his lips when we turned his head. One hand greedily plowed to the depths of the kneeling boy, finding his prostrate apparently, by the near screams and shudders that wracked the toned body. His free hand reached to the left side of him, grabbing hold of the standing boy’s weeping need, and ran his tongue over the crying slit, eliciting moans from the Chinese boy, and finally, slipping his lips over the tip and driving it deep into his mouth. And throughout all of this, he had to contend with his own neglected desire, as it twitched eagerly, desperately.

He worked on instinct and lust as he coated his arousal with the cool oil, driving a slight moan from deep in the back of his throat, which in turn vibrated the cock within the confines of his mouth. A loud groan slipped from Wufei’s throat as his hips bucked forward just a bit, his hands never moving from their laced position behind his head. And finally, Duo guided his need to rest against the kneeling Heero, to slide around his slick entrance, and without another word, pushed it in, feeling the sweet resistance of the tight ring of muscle, then heated bliss as he slipped past, slipped deep inside.

Heero cried out as he felt himself being claimed, felt that intense pain that within seconds, tipped over to the sweetest pleasure he had ever felt. His eyes rolled back for a moment, as another cry flew out, Duo’s fingers digging into his hips as he was pulled back onto the straining cock that filled him. The Japanese boy’s nails dug into the floor, scratching at what he could as he cried out once more, feeling the flesh of the boy’s body behind him slapping against his ass as he was pulled back roughly.

And through dark, half-closed eyes, Wufei watched it all, his legs shaking horribly as he struggled to remain standing. Between watching the way Yuy was being manipulated, being pulled and pushed by the long-haired god’s strong hands, and the way the same god was so perfectly sucking his own need, with something a bit more than instinct could ever teach him, he didn’t think he could hold out much longer, though something within him told he had no choice in the matter, that he wasn’t to release until permission was granted. Puppets, both of them, sitting them, maneuvering them, playing with them as the master wished…and he didn’t mind one bit, especially as the tongue slid underneath the boy’s desire, along that pulsating vein, and his mouth devoured him completely.

And as that warm wave of control passed throughout Duo’s body, he groaned, sending another rumbling wave up the length of the shaft within his mouth. His fingers still grasping the flesh of the boy before him, he yanked him back, hearing another scream as he apparently struck the prostrate, beautiful button that it was. The heat was suffocating him, so tight and warm, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, not with Heero’s seductive cries and the mingled moans of Wufei beside him. Okay, now, now was the time.

Pulling his mouth from the bronze need, he cried out a single word, the one that would end it for his two subjects, all the while his length plowing into Heero’s body relentlessly.

“Come!”

Immediately, his mouth engulfed the standing pilot’s need, just as it had begun to spasm, filling his mouth with his seed, warm and salty. His throat worked frantically to drink it all, though some did escape from the pinched corner of his palmers. Meanwhile, Heero was screaming, the muscles tightening to the point of tearing, then bucking forward as he loosed himself onto the floor beneath him, a stream of love pouring forth. And atop that all, Duo stiffened, thrusting in one final time, deep as he could, pushing against the prostrate as he felt himself let go, himself rushing out in a sea of white, as his eyes were blind and wide for a moment, before letting out a sweet cry that echoed off the walls. Somewhere, distantly like in another dimension, he heard the completion of the other couple that had entangled themselves on the bed, though that mattered to neither of them.

Duo’s hand lightly pulled Wufei to kneel beside him, and with a small grimace of dislike, he slid himself from Heero’s body, to lie down beside him. The two boy’s collapsed down on either side of him, their arms encircling random bodies, running through random hair, as drunken smiles graced their dry lips.

“W-what did you do to us, Maxwell?” Wufei finally asked, his voice thick with exhaustion, but steady all the same.

“Paid you back for a bet,” the violet-eyed boy responded, stifling his yawn. “I’m worth way more than twenty bucks.”

A crooked smirk crossed Heero’s lips as he moved closer, his leg slipping over the American’s waist. “Hai, you are.” After a moment, his cerulean eyes slipped shut and he too, joined in with a yawn. “So the restraints, the commands, the way it felt when you were across the room, it was all hypnosis, hm?”

“Yeah,” Duo replied as his fingers slipped through the obsidian silky mass of Wufei’s hair. “And my suggestions are still hidden within you.”

“How did you know-”

“That you would do it?” Duo finished. “Simple, ‘cause you could’ve stopped any time. If it was something you didn’t want to do, then you would’ve broken free of it. That’s the way hypnosis works. Now, since neither of you got me, but I got both of you, don’t both of you owe me twenty dollars? Damn easiest forty bucks I ever made.”

The End