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Vehicle Series, Part 1.

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Blood Red Ducati.

That was the first thing I thought when he walked onto my set.

I forgot all about the silver Yamaha I had waiting in the wings- it would never do! I didn\'t even give that Harley Sportster a second glance. I wanted to capture this one with that Ducati monster between his legs.

Taking a moment to make a few adjustments to the bike, I wheeled it out onto my set.

\"We\'re using this one?\" hee asked, face blank. I grinned.

\"Yeah. You like it?\"

\"Sure.\" He bit back a saucy smile.

\"Great. Lemme just align my spotlights and we\'ll be all set.\" With one last glance at my delicious model, I scampered back to soften the light.

\"Do you want me to do anything?\"

\'Do. . .anything?\'

I think my eyes rolled back in my head. Snapping out of my lustful haze, I made sure to suppress the first thought that came to mind. I often rambled incoherently in these sorts of situations and it wasn\'t exactly one of my more endearing traits. It wouldn\'t improve the situation either- there was a right way and a wrong way to seduce this gorgeous son-of-a-bitch and it definitely wasn\'t through awkward stupidity.

I tried to keep my cool. We had all morning.

\"Yeah- lose the duds and get on the bike. I just wanna check the colour contrasts and experiment with a few gels.\"

I threw myself in the pretentious director\'s chair to watch the display, fiddling with my Minolta. If he happened to glance over, I could easily absorb myself in my camera.

But he didn\'t look at me once! He was too busy fingering the multitude of buttons on his three-quarter length leather coat. After folding his coat over the back of the Ducati, he crossed his arms over his chest to remove the tight, knit sweater in one smooth motion. My façade was crumbling, since my interest in my Minolta was rapidly overtaken by a voyeuristic thrill. His Birkenstocks, then hisns, ns, joined the pile of discarded clothing.

His lack of underwear showed some forethought. He always was an efficient bastard, so why would he bother with boxers when he\'d just be whipping\'em off?

\"Great,\" I choked on the gob of lust that had inched its way into my throat.

\"Are you okay?\"

\"Yeah yeah. . .dust.\" I smiled despite my coughing fit.

\"That\'s not good for your equipment. You should proy tay take better care of it.\"

He raised a challenging eyebrow.

Oops. Slip up on my part.

\"Yeah, \'guess you\'re right.\" I grinned and stuck a blue gel into my waist-high spotlight. \"Mind getting on the bike?\"

\"Not at all.\" He moved his outfit to the sidelines. I watched the muscles play underneath the tawny skin. He was all leg and sinew with the most expressive eyes I\'d ever seen. I didn\'t want to acknowledge it, but when I finally took a look, I just could tear myself away from his. . .big feet. . .his. . big. . .Oh, Alright, his cock! I started to fantasize about all the things I could do with (and to) that gorgeous organ!

. . .

. . .

. . .Ahem!!!

Back to the gels! The blue light gave just a hint of softness to the scene that made him glow with some weird, unearthly light.

I took it out. That wasn\'t at all want I wanted!

He sauntered back over to the bike, each movement delightfully uninhibited. With just a small glance over at me, he swung one long leg over the massive machine, then sat his pert ass atop the leather seat. He leaned back on his elbows, utterly exposed.

\"Holy shit, you\'re gorgeous.\" I murmured.

\"Pardon me?\"

\"N. . .nothing.\" I blushed and stammered. Frowning, he inspected the bike.

\". . .you did sterilize this seat, right?\"

\"Of course.\" I grinned. I may not\'ve been the smartest guy out there, but I knew what had to be done. I slipped a red gel in my spotlight.

It was too much! His skin was already so rich, it didn\'t need any help. I put it back in my kit.

\"What about the light green one?\" He offered.

\"I. . .we don\'t generally use the green one with Caucasian skin.\" I wasn\'t exactly sure what to say to that. It wasn\'t everyday that your model knew more about the business than you did!

\"Just try it. There\'s a lot of glare off this motorcycle. The green will help diminish that.\"

God damn it, I didn\'t even think about that.

I laid the gel atop my light. The green was similar to the blue, but the colour helped intensify the shades of the bike. His skin had enough orange tone to cut through the green shimmer, so it positively glowed.

Yeah, he was right. Green it was.

\"You\'re a pretty knowledgeable model, y\'know that?\" I tried to smile, but I secretly wanted to kick his ass.

\". . .Well, I\'m sorry, but you\'re a bit ignorant about your own profession, Mr. Maxwell.\" Yeah, he would say that too. Just to get me pissed. With a seductive smirk, he leaned forward on the bike, stretching out his lower back. I shuddered, and mentally thanked him for the display.

\"I think I\'ll be able to prove you wrong. I may be a bit of a space cadet, but I take killer shots.\"

\"I believe it.\" He was amused. This one was ALWAYS up for a good pun. \"So, shall we begin?\"

\"Yeah, lets do it.\" I winked, which put a little blush on his cheeks. God, he was perfect. No shame, but a hell of a lot of modesty.

Just the way I liked it!

\"All right. . .\" I picked up my camera.

\"Most photographers I know raise their noses at digitals. If you like the Minoltas, I\'m surprised you\'t \'t use one of the 35mm cameras.\"

\"Yeah, I\'m surprised too. But I can shoot you with just about anything, and you\'ll always look dead sexy.\" I growled, hoping he caught my less-than-subtle hint. \"So, just relax. I\'ll shoot, and when I want you to move I\'ll tell you what to do. Sound okay?\"

\"It sounds pretty standard.\"

Arggggh!

I grit my teeth.

If he wasn\'t so god-damned hot I\'d probably. . .ah hell, I wouldn\'t do anything to him. I was a bad photographer and didn\'t know what the fuck I was doing! Not that it would stop me! I had the hottest piece of ass this side of L3 naked and sprawled out on a Ducati S4R. So what if he was baiting me?

I stepped back to adjust the digital zoom and started my \"pointing and clicking\" as he\'d probably comment. I circled around, trying to capture all the wonderful angles he offered. The hot red and silver chassis reflected his skin and glinted a soft green-tinged white. This was a standard pose, with the model just sitting pleasantly on the bike. I didn\'t really want these pictures- I was definitely in the mood for something more exotic.

\"Alrighty. Why don\'t you lay down with your head resting on the seat and your legs dangling to the right. . .no the left. . no, the right?\"

\"To the right?\" He hesitated, a little perplexed, then moved into position. The black leather of the seat was a sharp contrast to his caramel complexion. Clng tng the camera to my pocket, I grabbed his right leg.

\"I\'m going to move you into position the way I want it.\" I pushed his thighs toward his stomach, then pulled his left foot over the side. With that leg in place, I hooked his right knee over the foot and let the leg drape down. It was extremely aesthetic!

Pleased with myself, I grabbed his right arm and put it behind his head, leaving his arm hanging off the bike.

\"Perfect.\"

\". . .My, aren\'t we getting demanding?\" He had this sensuous, irritating look on his face that just made me want to spank him. Graceful eyebrows lifted, eyelids lowered and lips slightly pouted- I snapped a shot right there.

\"Gorgeous.\"

\"This is uncomfortable.\"

\"Ah ah ah!\" I tsked. \"Don\'t let it show on your face!\"

He snorted and rolled his eyes at me. I got a picture of that too. Grinning, I stepped back to get some full body shots.

Yeah, it was around this time where I started to get hard. Really hard. He had a Dionysian affect on me, really. I\'d worn my loose-fitting black trousers for a reason. However, that reason was still really uncomfortable. . .especially if he wasn\'t feeling particularly charitable!

\"Turn your body around and lay your back against the handlebars. Stretch your legs. Grab the right handle bar with your left arm. Lay your head back. . .that\'s it. . .\"

He was good at taking orders when he felt like it.

I ogled him through the lens- I was really starting to get into this! The silver spokes and the steel chains, the thick rubber tires and the squeaky-clean handlebars- damn, it was all so fucking sexy!

Oh yeah, then there was him.

His watched me through his eyelashes, a lazy smirk on his lips. Our eyes met for an instant, and I thought for a moment I saw that \'come hither\' look on his face. However, it was more of a \'Damn, aren\'t you finished yet? Both this and you are boring\' kind of look.

I\'ll teach \'em, I thought. And I was SO going to teach him.

\"Turn over, get on your stomach. Rest your arms on the instrument panel and rest your chin on them. . . .uh, actually, grab onto the handlebars. Oh yeah. . . . Stretch out your legs and push your feet against the back hooks. Yeah, just like that. Just. . .like. . that. . .\"

\"Mr. Maxwell, this pose isn\'t in very good taste. I don\'t like it.\"

\"You will in a second. . .\" I grinned. I marched myself over to the bike and leaned against the exhaust. \"You\'re doing just fine.\" I pinched his ass.

His face was a stone wall.

\"Now now now! Don\'t forget to plaster your emotions all over your face like a good little model!\"

He didn\'t answer (actually, I think he was ignoring me). That\'s just what I expected from him- that quirky sense of mystery! Taking two bungee cords from the side compartment, I fastened his legs to the wheel hooks.

\"W. . .What are you doing?\" That got his attention!

I took the Ducati key out of my pocket. With a malicious grin, I turned on the ignition.

\'This\'ll teach him to play mind games with me!\' I thought.

\"Holy shit!\"

He\'d probably anticipated a slight tingle; he\'d probably expected to hear the low purr of the engine. Instead, he got a violent, bouncing vibration and something akin to a lion\'s roar.

\"You like that?\" I laughed- how could I not?

\"Duo, what the hell?\"

\"Eh, I fiddled with the shock absorber and loosened the screws in the rear ride. Man oh man, what does it feel like?\"

\"It. .. it. . .\" His perfect mask faltered for a moment, when his eyes rolled back in his head. \"It\'s like riding a bull. . .a big, leather, vibrating bull. . .\"

\"You\'ve ridden a bull?\" This was new to me. \"Well, I was hoping for a four hundred and fifty pound vibrator, but either way, I like watching it bounce you up and down like that.\"

\"Oh D. . D . .Duo.\" He gasped, eyes bugging out. He moaned softly.

I snapped a shot.

\"Come on, babe. Look at the camera.\"

He raised his head with some difficulty. His hands were gripped tight around the handlebars to give him some semblance of control. There was a desperation about his look.

I captured that one. It didn\'t happen very often.

\"Duo, let me off?\" He gasped, his voice trembling. Though it was most likely due to the bouncing sensation, I chose to perceive the trembling as lustful.

\"No way. . .\" I clipped my camera to my belt and grabbed two more bungee cords. I tied his hands to the handlebars.

\"There. Now you don\'t have to grip so hard!\"

\". . .shit.\"

\"Yeah.\"

I snapped a shot of him from the back. I had to take the camera in one hand because the sight of those spread legs and waiting ass had my other hand stroking my sorely neglected erection. Well, I knew how to remedy that.

But. . .

I left him to enjoy the rattling bike while I set up my timer. Every thirty seconds it would take a picture. I screwed my camera onto the tripod and focused on the bike.

\"Hey?\" I moved to the front and pushed his hair out of his face. His eyes were heavy with lust.

\"Get me off. . .\"

\"Not until you get me off.\" I grinned. I unzipped my fly to release my aching cock

Oh. . .that felt so fucking good!

\"Pervert.\" He growled.

\"C\'mon! Open up!\"

I pushed the head of my cock against those gorgeous lips, rubbing the pre-cum over his chin and mouth. For a moment, it looked as though he wasn\'t going to open his mouth, but then a little pink tongue slipped through and began lapping at the gathering fluid.

\"Shit!\"

He wrapped his lips around the head and suckled gently, staring up at me through thick, dark lashes. Each vibration that coursed through his body was a sympathetic tease.

I pushed myself into his mouth, stifling a throaty groan. Though he was still being bucked furiously, he controlled me with his tongue and that hot, wet chamber. He alternated his techniques. First he hoovered me, then just held it in his mouth, flicking his tongue along the ridge and head. I would\'ve accused him of torturing me, had I been in more control. I rubbed his powerful back, which was still quivering. Everything was quivering- fuck knows, I was! His mouth was a fantasy that inspired wet dreams and early ejaculation. Which is why I withdrew from said mouth rather quickly.

\"Fuck, I could let you do that all day. . .\" I ran a hand through his shining hair. \"But, since you\'re so spread out and horny, I think I\'ll just help myself to that hot ass. . .\"

\". . ..Duo!. Don\'t you dare touch . .\"

\"Touch. Touch.\" I laughed, poking him in the back with my erection. I wasn\'t quite sure, but I thought I heard a quiet chuckle through the mechanical din.

I pulled the lube out of my pocket.

Mint.

\'He\'s gonna kill me!\' I cackled.

\"W. . .What are you laughing at?\"

\"How stupid you look. It\'s a good thing you\'re so hot, or else I\'d probably just stand here and laugh at you. . .\"

\". . .Duo, I can clench really tight.\"

Grinning, I pinched his ass and straddled the bike.

\"I know.\"


Suddenly there were three loud booms.

\"Maxwell! Are you in there? Open up!\"

\"Damn it all!\" I hadn\'t even gotten to sit on the vibrating bike!

\"K. . .keep qu. . .qu. . .quiet. M. . .maybe he\'ll go away.\"

\"Yeah right.\"

\"Maxwell!\"

\"I\'m coming, I\'m coming, keep your freakin\' gi on.\" I flicked at the ignition and my vibrating lover became still. The sounds echoed through the vehicle hangar, but it was soon quiet enough to converse.

\"Yeah Chang, what\'s up?\" I strolled over to the locked door.

\"We\'re leaving in an hour.\"

\"Okay. Thanks for telling me. Bye!\"

\"Maxwell!\" He barked. \"Would you open up?\"

\"Uh. . .\" I looked back at my lover, tto tto the Ducati with bungee cords. \"Nah. I\'ll be out pretty soon.\"

\"Did you finally figure out how to work that stupid camera? Lady Une says she\'ll send Quatre if you don\'t think you can handle your assignment.\"

\"I\'m great with the camera. I\'ll totally pass for photographer. I\'ve got my lights and my gels and my film and lap top and beret. . .\"

\"Is Barton in there with you? He said he was going to work on the bikes before we left. . .\"

He did?

\"Uh. . .uh. . .\"

\"Wufei, I\'m still working on your bike. There\'s a problem with the rear ride and I need to change the oil. I\'ll alert you when I\'m done.\"

So smooth. . .His lies were always so smooth. He was my antithesis, this graceful, mannered, quiet, brilliant beauty who just happened to be naked and tethered to Wufei\'s prized motorcycle. We shared a snicker. Wufei\'s Ducati was moments away from being brutally desecrated.

\" Trowa, can I talk with you a minute?\" The Chinese preventer pressed on. I groaned- Wufei could be so god-damned irritating! I just wanted him to hurry up with it so I could screw my lover silly!

\"Why don\'t you let him in, Duo?\" Trowa\'s voice was silky smooth. He\'d untied himself, and was now lying suggestively atop the bike with his feet propped up on the handlebars.

\"Oh fuck me, I will not. . .\" I shook my head. He chuckled. Grabbing onto the rear wheel hooks, he grasped the key with his toes and jerked it to the right.

\"Trowa? I need to speak with you about. . .\"

\"Sorry Wufei, but he\'s really busy!\" I screamed through the door. He was barely audible over the rumbling machine.
\"Can\'t you hear how awful your bike sounds? I\'ll help him fix that up and we\'ll come and find you.\"

\"But. . .\"

\"Later!\"

I jogged back to my lover.

\"Hmm. . maybe we sh. . sh. . .shouldn\'t b. . .be doing this in the Preventer\'s hangar. People need to access their v. . .vehicles. . .\"

\"But you promised me you\'d help me research my role!\" I was whining, but I was really really really horny, so I had an
excuse. \"How can I play the part of a photographer if I\'ve never photographed anything. . .\"

\"W. w. . .we could\'ve done this at home. . .\"

\"Yeah. . .but. . .\" I sat myself down on the bike between his spread legs. \"I. . .oh yeah. . .holy fuck.! . .\"That was all I had to say about that! \"I. . I wouldn\'t have b. . b. .been able to get p. . .pictures like these. ..\"

\"You\'re such a kink.\" He rolled his eyes. Squeezing a glob of lube into my palm, I grabbed his bobbing erection. \"Oh god!\" He bucked into my hand, forcing his body into a nearly impossible position. So. . .hot. . .

\"I\'m a kink? You\'re the m. . .menthol maniac, Tro-babe.\" I chuckled. \". . .you like that, huh?\"

\"Duo. . .\" Oh, the way he moaned out my name! I thought I would come right there. Leaning over his erection as best I could, I kissed him hard.

\"Mmm. . .thanks for being my acting coach, You You\'re always in character.\"

\"Oh shut up, Duo.\" He gasped, biting my lower lip. \"If you don\'t fuck me right now, I\'ll go see what Wufei wants. . .\"

\"Hell no! Wufei wants you and you know it!\" I growled.

\"Jealous much? Is that why you\'re going to make me come all over his bike?\" He murmured, a little smile lighting his marble face. Though he was generally an articulate man, my lover was prone to vulgarity during our \'fuck-time\'.

\". . .screw off.\" I sucked at his neck while pumping his thick cock. He laughed.

\"Mmm. .yes, Wufei. . .\"He murmured sweetly. \"He has such strong hands. . .I bet he\'s a passionate lover.\"

\". . .I\'m so gonna hurt you. . .\" I dragged my lips down his throat to his chest.

\"Wufei. . .Wufei. . .\" My cruel, evil, tease-of-a-lover panted.

\"Trowa Barton! You better stop. . .\" I suckled one nipple, then bit the other.

\"Oh Fuck me, Wufei!\" He cried out, gyrating his hips underneath me. \"Hard! Harder!\"

\"Dammit! That\'s it!\"

After clumsily coating my fingers in the mint lube, I pushed two right into his un-stretched passage.

\"Duo!\"

\"Yeah, that\'s more like it!\" I scissored them a bit, then began to pump them in time with my other hand. He whimpered and thrashed back and forth. We\'d been together for two years so I knew how he liked it.

\"Scream for me!\"

\"Shit, Duo, just fuck me!\" He gasped. Thankfully, the rumbling absorbed his hollers. I stuck in a third finger.

\"Oh, believe me, I will fuck you, but when I\'m good and ready.\" I stretched his tight entrance. Between his sexy screams and the bucking machine between my legs, I was pretty much good to go. Withdrawing my fingers, I lathered my erection in that cold burning sensation, then pressed it to his hole. He placed his feet on my shoulders which gave me an amazing angle. I slowly squeezed the head of my cock into him.

\"Oh Trowa. . .\" I buried myself in his suffocating heat. He gasped at the initial penetration, but quickly matched my rhythm by undulating his slender hips. I started with slow, precise strokes which were designed to tease the bejesus out of him. He always did it to me that way, and I loved and hated him for it.

\"Duo, harder. ..\" He growled, bucking up. As much as I wanted to pound him into the leather seat, I continued at my own pace. I bent down to capture his kiss-swollen lips and gently licked at them, tasting my own pre-cum on his mouth. He kissed me gently, then held me hard with those mesmerizing olive-coloured eyes. \"Hard. Now.\"

\"Yes sir.\"

I pumped harder and deeper, angling my cock \'just so\'. His whimpers evolved into full-fledged hollers as I pushed his button over and over. He used his upper body strength to hold his hips in the air so I could pound into that spot. I fucked him mid-air, furiously beating his cock. We moved in perfect synchronization, like the gears of Wufei\'s well-lubed (!) Ducati.

\"DUO!\"

He came hard around me and he was right, as always- man could he ever clench! His internal muscles choked my cock as I pistoned into his raw passage. The heat rose and the electricity surged through my body. My raging pulse deafened me as I hollered and orgasmed deep in his body. I mercilessly pounded into him a few more times until his clenching passage totally milked me dry.

We rocked together for a moment, then collapsed back onto the seat. I reached back to turn off the ignition. Soon, nothing could be heard save our panting.

\"Damn, this machine\'s loud.\" He chuckled.

\"That was on purpose. It\'s always the quiet ones who make the most noise in the bedroom. . .\"

He just smiled and pushed my bangs out of my face.

\"How long will you be gone?\"

\"Couple weeks.\" I murmured, taking his hand in mine. Kissing those slender fingers, I smiled fondly at my lover. \"I\'m gonna miss you. . .\"

\"No. . .you have Wufei to keep you company.\" He smirked. He would think that funny too!

\"Well. . .I have that camera. . .and it\'s just full of nude-y photos starring Bang-bang Barton.\"

\"Hmm. . .my first pornographic enterprise. Where to go from here. . .\"

\"How\'s about a vibrating gundam? I\'m sure we could rig Nataku to jiggle her sweet Gundanium ass. . .\"

Three sharp knocks rang through the hall. Trowa smirked.

\"Speaking of Nataku. . .\"

We cleaned ourselves and dressed quickly.

\"Go get the door, Duo. . .\"

\"But the bike! We have to fix it!\"

\"Leave that to me.\"

\"At least put it back in. . .\"

\"Go get the door.\"

Sighing, I opened the door for the irate Chang Wufei.

\"What is taking you two so long?\"

\"I was practicing my photography.\" I replied innocently. \"I\'m getting really good! Do you wanna see my photos?\"

Trowa chuckled in the background.

\"No thank you.\"

\"Your loss.\" I shrugged and let him in. Basically ignoring me, he marched straight up to my Trowa. That kinda irked me.

\"What\'s wrong with my bike?\" he asked. His entire tone of voice shifted when he talked to Trowa. Hell, everyone talked to Trowa differently, almost as if they were trying to both impress him and seduce him. I wondered if I sounded like that?

\"I\'m not quite sure. . .\" My lover frowned. He caught my eye and I noticed a playful glean in his green irises.

What was he up to?

\". . .I was hoping you could tell me, Wufei, since you know this bike more intimately than I do.\"

I snickered and Wufei blushed a bit. Trowa Barton, of course, maintained his composure. I snuck over to ready my camera.

Settling himself on the Ducati, he shifted back and forth on the leather seat, then-without hesitation- turned on the ignition.

I managed to get a picture of the look on Wufei\'s face at that moment. The vision of Trowa Barton get bounced up and down on the motorcycle would probably keep Wufei masturbating for some time.

\"As you s. . .s . . .see. . .there is a problem with the shock absorption and I think there must be a couple c. . .connecting screws loose, but I h. . .hav. . .ven\'t been able to find them. . .\"

\"Um. . .well. . .\"

\"It\'s not all that d. . .dangerous, but the ride might be a bit. . .rougher, than you\'re used to. . .\"

\"Well, I. . .\" Wufei\'s answer was cut short when Trowa decided throw his head back. I noticed Wufei\'s Adam\'s apple bob pretty quickly. I understood his reaction. \"Um. . .It might be. . .oh yes. . .I. . .\"

||\"Lieutenant General Barton, report to Commander-General Une\'s office, right away. Lieutenant General Barton to the Commander\'s office, ASAP.\"||

\"Oh. I guess Une wants to see me.\" Trowa murmured, climbing off the bike. He turned it off and handed Wufei the key. \"I\'m sorry, Wufei, I don\'t think I\'ll have time to fix your bike. . .\"

\"That. . .that\'s fine.\" Well, at least Wufei was discreet. Even though he was sporting an impressive stiffy, he still had the decency to talk to Trowa\'s face. \"I\'ll fix it. It didn\'t seem too bad. Like you said it\'s probably just a simple screw. . .\"

\"Screws are never simple, Wufei.\"

With a smirk, Trowa motioned to me, and we left. I put my hand on his ass to stake ownership. We left Wufei to fiddle with his violated bike and to load my equipment onto the truck. With the door closed and Wufei forgotten, I pressed my lover against the wall.

\"I love you. I\'ll miss you.\"

\"I\'ll love you and miss you too.\" He murmured. We indulged ourselves in one last, deep kiss, before parting.

\"I guess I should go help \'Fei fix his bike, huh?\" I muttered. He didn\'t answer for a moment, and when he finally did, it was with a laugh.

\"I. . .think he likes it just fine right now, Duo.\"

We left laughing, and that laughter was joined with the roaring sound of a blood red Ducati and the muffled moans of Wufei Chang.



Fin?