Chocolate Coated Penguins

Chocolate Coated Penguins
By: Karie Chaos

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Don't sue me, they're not mine, and I'm not making any money. ^^ This is for Lady Dragon on the AFF forum because she hatched the idea and I asked if she had requests. ^^ I hope she doesn't mind the AU, because I can't think of a point in the series where they'd all be in the same place for this. XD 1x3x4 in some order of that, a request for chocolate chips and penguins. Enjoy Minna!
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Quatre had his face practically pressed to the window, watching the landscape below. Trowa and the rest of the team were being awfully patient and placating of his enthusiasm.

"Look! SEALS!"

He turned and gave the rest of the group his best pleading blue eyes. They ought to work, really. He just wanted to TRY!

"Are you sure it's too cold to go get a closer look? REALLY?"

Wufei shook his head in exasperation and went to the front of the plane to talk with Duo who was flying it. Heero just stared at him blandly, almost as if he were studying some strange bug. Trowa was the only one to answer him in his quiet, slightly-less-lifeless-than-Heero, fashion.

"Its too cold to go outside. You'd die."

"All right...."

Quatre sighed and went back to the large glass window/wall. It was a sightseeing thing. He'd desided to go on a trip and thinking so nicely of the rest of the group, he'd extended the offer. Duo said he didn't like the cold, but the piloting cabin was warm, so he'd fly. Quatre agreed, he didn't want Duo to do something he wouldn't consider fun. Maybe they could go to a beach or something another time.

He turned back to the window none-the-less. The landscape was a beautiful white/blue and the water was so dark it was nearly black, save for the floating ice littering the top, like sugar pictures for cakes. He could hear rustling behind him, but Heero and Trowa were the only ones in the passenger cabin with him, so he ignored it until long, delicate-looking, yet strong fingers wrapped around his wrists and held him there.

"Wha-?!"

A length of dark green fabric slid past his lips and was tied behind his head. He worked his jaw against it but it made a rather good muffle, he could barely breathe around it, let alone speak. The hands switched slowly in effort to keep him pinned and the ones replacing the first were wider, rougher, and several times stronger. He glanced over his shoulder with worried blue eyes. Dark prussian blue, dark enough to match the water he was admiring mere moments before, stared back at him, still as bland as ever. He looked around for Trowa and saw him at the small stove near the back. They had been melting chocolate chips and roasting marshmallows in the tiny oven to make S'Mores earlier and the chocolate was cooling and getting thick. Trowa picked up the pot, and the remaining chips in the bag and brought them over. The green eyes half-hidden behind tawny hair glittered in the light coming in the window.

"Heero really is very fond of chocolate."

He murmured absently, swiping a finger around the curved edge of the pot. He brought the finger up and across the back of Quatre's neck where his hair stopped and exposed the soft skin so usually hidden by the collars of his shirts. He'd opted for a simple t-shirt today since they'd bundled in heavy coats, but the stove had warmed the cabin so now the coat was laying somewhere across the room. Heero leaned forward and a warm tounge stroked across the back of the blonde's neck.

Quatre jerked and gave a muffled whine. He wriggled slightly as the simple gesture became unusually sensual when applied to the back of his neck like that. Wriggling, however, bumped him against Heero who's body was a weapon itself and was hard everywhere. By everywhere, Quatre quickly learned, it was litteral. He moaned behind the makeshift gag as Heero's hips pressed against his clothed backside, prooving that he was either always packing, or that he was extremly happy to have Quatre pinned to the window beneath him.

He turned pleading blue eyes to Trowa and gave another whine but the chocolate coated finger simply stroked his cheek before the taller boy leaned down and licked some away where it ended near the corner of his mouth.

"Shhh... Just go along with it."

He advised and Quatre whimpered desperatly. He wasn't sure if he was upset or if he was excited. His musing was cut mercilessly short when his shirt as pushed up and his hips pulled back so that he was nearly bent in an L-shape at the waist. Still-warm chocolate was smeared in a line down his back and then he felt small dot pressed into it. What in the world? He couldn't see so he waited to be told, or instructed... SOMETHING!

The hands were changed and then a warm mouth went down his back, and there was a crackle of cooled, hardened chocolate coming away. Trowa's fingers were pressed into his wrists firmly, so that left it to Heero... He whimpered again and tried to squirm away but pressed this time into Trowa and whimpered a little louder as it seemed that the other, who'd been his friend until now, was just as pleased to see the blonde boy held helpless as Heero was. The chocolate ended just above the waistband of his khaki pants and Heero grunted at Trowa who must have done something behind him before those strong fingers came around his waist and started working at the front of said pants.

Quatre didn't care if they did like it, he started squirming and shifting, trying to kick Heero away. One hand came back and there was a firm slap to his behind and he gave a startled moan. There was a draft of cooler air and the pants fell with a soft flump-ing sound to the metal floor. He'd been distracted and Heero had still managed his pants. He whined as his boxer-breifs followed them too the floor.

The hands dissapeared and there was a rattle of the chocolate chips' plastic bag and then chocolate coated fingers wrapped around his own cock and smoothed it over him thoroughly. The other hand came into sight and carefully chocolate chips were pressed in a swirling pattern around the chocolate-covered shaft. Quatre whimpered and wriggled but the longer, stronger body behind him simply leaned over and fit itself too his back. Trowa's jeans rubbed against him and making him wonder if he was struggling to really get away or if he was doing it simply to FEEL the other two pressing against him.

Heero's hand left him and the dark-haired male slid around between Quatre and the window, staring up at him. He didn't look quite so bland and clinical at the moment. The dark eyes were nearly black and the corners of his mouth nearly twitched into a smirk. He strached himself upward, missing his green tanktop, and took the blonde's wrists tightly. The sound of fabric rustling and a zipper coming undone made Quatre try to turn around. However, it didn't take long for the happenings behind him to become clear.

Warm flesh pressed against him, Trowa's shaft sliding between his legs and past his opening to nudge the head just behind the velvety sack of Quatre's testicles. Quatre gave a shuddering, quivvering moan and his legs parted themselves slightly, making more room. Trowa's hands came back around Quatre's wrists but now it was more to hold him up than to hold him still.

Wide blue eyes looked down at the teen between his legs and then back over his shoulder at the one pressed against his back. Even with Heero kneeling at his feet, he had the distinct impression that he was definantly still in control of the other boy, and not the other way around. He whimpered when cool, slick fingers pressed at his enterance, which before had born an EXIT ONLY sign to his brain.

As the fingers slowly worked into him, sliding in by fractions, Heero began working the chocolate covering Quatre's erection off him, breaking the substance - whose surface had cooled but the underneath was still slightly warm and flexible - off from the base working upward. Trowa had been correct. Heero really did like his chocolate. As the fingers worked further inward Heero made his way high up the warm flesh, swiping the flesh with his tounge almost as much as the chocolate.

The fingers bumped into something that made Quatre shriek behind the cloth gagging him as Heero closed his mouth over the crown of his shaft and succked the cap of chocolate off. Combined he nearly screamed as he couldn't deside whether to arch back onto the fingers or try to thrust forward and bury himself in the warm mouth. In the end he desided to go back, because he was fairly sure Heero would kill him for trying to choke him.

Trowa was still pressed against him, rubbing slightly against him as his fingers opened the blonde up. When Quatre started to whimper and arch between the fingers pressed inside him and the heated mouth drawing on his cock Trowa seemed to deside he was ready for which Quatre was supremly greatful. The fingers slid out and Trowa's body pulled itself away. Heero's hands grasped his hips tightly when Trowa let go of his wrists. Quatre's arms folded and he pressed his forehead to his arms, eyes staring out the window but not seeing the landscape as Heero's hands held him up.

A slick, blunt heat nudged him and then slowly pressed inside. Even streached he was still tight and Trowa's breath excaped in a hiss behind him as the green-eyed teen carefully sunk himself completly. He once again covered the blonde and pressed his hands to the glass beside the boy's elbows, using that as balance. Heero's mouth was wrapped around him tightly, devouring him and Quatre gave a pleading whimper behind the fabric stuffed in his mouth.

Trowa's hips drew back an inch or so and then jolted forward, making the blonde mewl behind the gag and arch forward slightly. Thankfully Heero's hands still held his hips so he didn't gag the other and for that Quatre was greatful. Heero was handling some delicate equiptment and he very much needed that. The next thrust gained a louder sound and Quatre wriggled back onto the teen behind him.

Trowa's breath panted against his shoulder and he continued the short, powerful thrusts, seeking and then striking that spot that had made Quatre shriek. Not every thrust hit that spot, but he hit it enough to drive the poor blonde trapped there out of his mind, a steady stream of cries issued from behind the muffling fabric. Quatre's wide eyes glances down and he practically melted too his knees, but Heero held him up with a hand. He'd never noticed when the other had left.

Heero had removed a hand from holding Quatre and had opened his own jeans, fishing his stiff flesh out and stroking himself as his mouth worked the blonde who was being rammed by Trowa. Quatre couldn't tear his eyes away and dark blue-black eyes stared right back at him. Quatre whimpered, shuddering as he leaned on the glass. He didn't know how long he was going to hold out with both of them doing this too him. Really, he didn't want to hold on, he couldn't wait to let go and fall into bliss.

Thankfully it didn't take much longer, Trowa gave a few powerful, well-aimed thrusts and Heero swallowed him all the way to the base and it was too much for the poor blonde trapped between them. He screamed behind the gag as he clamped down around Trowa almost painfully and poured his heat down the back of Heero's throat. Heero, for his part, didn't choke or gag at all, he just swallowed it all before he sat back, leaning on the window with his head tilted against it, a few firm long strokes bringing him off, spattering thick pearlescant white against the floor.

Trowa gasped behind him as he clenched around him and warmth flooded him, making Quatre give a quivvering cry against the damp fabric between his teeth. He trembled as Trowa slid out and pulled him to the floor.The gag was untied and he spit it out, inhaling a deep breath as his head lolled back onto Trowa's shoulder. He whimpered a little and managed to make his voice and throat obey him.

"Wha- what was all that, for, exactly?"

Heero rumbled in front of him, not sounding the least bit tired.

"...Trial run."

Trowa spoke behind him.

"More like a control subject, an experiment. You're the least high strung. We wanted to see how you reacted first."

Quatre blinked as they slid him to the floor and propped him against the window, cleaning him, the floor, the window, and themselves before they put his clothes back into place. They dressed themselves and then went up into the pilots cabin quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Quatre blinked a few more times and then turned, staring out the window. Then he shrieked out loud, horrified.

"THE PENGUINS WERE WATCHING!"

~OWARI!~

^^ I couldn't really figure out what to do with the penguins... But there you are Lady Dragon-san. ^^ Chocolate chip kinkyness and vouyer penguins. ^^

Mew! =^^=

-K. Chaos