UNDER THE BED
By Lady Snowblossom
Two shadows detached themselves from the wall of the chateau.
Sneaking down a long carpeted hall, the shadows stopped at a corner
and one of the shadows peered around it.
"Come on! The way's clear!" whispered the peeker. The two
hurried down the new hall and stopped outside a white door, peering
right and left, the shorter of the two shadows reached out, gripped
and slowly turned a brass door knob, there was barely audible `click'
and the door swung open.
"Let's go! We don't want to be here when the party breaks up!"
The taller of the two took a final look around, then followed
the other into the yawning darkness. Inside, a dim light glowed, as
a shielded flashlight was snapped on. A yellowed hand opened a
drawer and began to rummage through the contents. A moment later,
the drawer was shut with a sound of disgust.
"Anything?"
"No! Damn it! Dr. G better not have sent us on a wild goose
chase, or I'll have his hide!" Came the answer in a loud hiss.
"Keep your voice down! Try another drawer, then."
"I am!" Papers rustle. Drawer shuts, "Shit!"
"Now, what?"
"Shut the fucking drawer on my fingers."
"Keep your mind on business."
"Thanks for the sympathy."
Ignoring his companion, the tall shadow peered through the
crack of the door. The coast was still clear, so if they got lucky
they'd get the information they were after and get out - quickly. He
sighed with relief, when he heard,
"Found them! Get over here and get the pictures! I'll take
over!"
The switch was quickly made. The tall shadow switched on a
small lamp and pulled a tiny camera from his pocket, he spread out
the four sheets, snapping two pictures of each. He had just returned
the papers to the open drawer and was closing it, when a hiss came
from the door.
"Shit! The party ended early, here comes Lady Une! We gotta
hide!"
"Where? In the closet?"
"Have you been watching old spy movies, again? "
`Hey! I'll have you know, that watching those old movies have
given me some great ideas!"
"...."
"Let's get under the bed, as soon as Une is gone, we can leave."
Swiftly, a ghostly hand switched off the light. Two dark
shadows lifted the edge of the bedspread and wiggled under the bed,
dropping the end behind them. Seconds later, the door opened and the
light snapped on.
Peering out from under the edge of the spread, the two could
just see the soles of a pair of black boots, as they approached the
bed. They held their breath, as the cover was pulled back and then
smoothed down.
Lady Une went to His Excellency's dresser and removed a clean
pair of pajamas and underwear. She then went to his closet, opened
it, reaching in she removed a blue silk robe and closed the door.
Folding the robe over her arm, she brushed at some lint on the chest,
as she returned to the bed. Carefully, Une placed the robe on the
bed and bending over, she gave the two under the bed, heart failure,
when she reached under and groped around for a pair of slippers.
Trowa quickly shoved the black suede slippers into her searching
hand. He and Duo both breathed a sigh of relief, as the shoes were
removed and the cover dropped into place.
As her footsteps faded, and the sound of running water came
from another part of the suite, Trowa tapped Duo on the shoulder and
motioned for him to come. Duo nodded, and they began to wiggle out,
only to stop, when they heard Treize's voice at the door. Squirming
back to the questionable safety of the bed, the boys cursed silently
the profound lack of luck that had gotten them into this
predicament.
Finished with drawing His Excellency's bath, Une emerged to
greet her superior.
"I trust all went well, Mr. Trieze," she said, as she helped
him out of his jacket. She folded it and laid it across the back of
a chair. Retrieving the blue robe from the bed, she helped Treize
into it.
"Yes, the representatives seemed impressed with the ideas I
presented." He settled the robe around his shoulders, and belted it
shut. He crossed to his desk, and sat down. He frowned at a paper,
then looked up at the patiently waiting woman.
"Thank you, Lady Une. I won't require your services for the
rest of the night. Sleep well."
"Yes, Mr. Trieze. What time do you wish to be awakened? You
have a nine o'clock appointment with General Sanchez."
"Wake me at seven."
"Very well."
Lady Une picked up the jacket, and left the room, closing the
door behind her. Standing, Trieze took off his robe and quickly
stripped, naked, he padded into the bathroom. When he closed the
door, Duo and Trowa began to crawl out from under the bed. They
barely had their shoulders cleared when the door went `click'.
They scurried back under. Duo got his hair caught into the coils of
the springs, and bit his own hand to keep from crying out.
Zechs walked in, he had been away for several weeks and
wanted to surprise his lover. He removed his mask and tossed it onto
a red velvet chair. Stripping, He climbed into the bed and stretched
out, his white-gold locks spilled across the pillows.
Using one hand, Trowa carefully worked Duo's hair free,
without leaving behind too many strands. The two boys laid perfectly
still, breathing shallowly, and hoped that the other occupants of the
room would go to sleep soon.
The bathroom door opened.
"Zechs!"
"Trieze." The purring voice sent chills up the spine of the
listeners. Bare feet padded across the floor, and the bed sank under
the combine weight of the two men. Zechs pulled Trieze down and
kissed him. Trieze pulled back and lazily eyed his lover, who
smirked at him, from under pale blonde bangs. The ginger – haired
man chuckled, and raising up grabbed the younger man and threw him
under him. Straddling that glorious body, Khushrenada stroked the
palm of his hands over the blonde's collarbones and down over the
planes of his chest, before leaning down to claim another kiss. The
two men's tongues dueled for a few seconds, before Millardo yielded
it to his superior. Breaking the kiss, Trieze settled back over his
panting pet's hips, before inquiring.
"And just what have you been up too?" Trieze traced a circle
around a pink nub that immediately hardened under his thumb. His
lover gasped, softly. "I...I. Damn it, Trieze, don't do that,
while I'm trying to talk!"
"I thought you like that." an unrepentant voice murmured.
Trowa bit back a groan as shifting springs bounced off his head.
"I do, but..." Zech's voice was cut off. Several seconds
passed before Zech's spoke again. "To hell with the report, I'll tell
you in the morning! You (gasp) had better do something about what
you've started!"
Under the bed, Duo was biting his lip, his hips rocking against
the carpet. He didn't know about Trowa, but he sure as hell hoped
those two would just get it over with! God! Was he ever going to
have a talk with Dr. G. about his timing of these missions!
Trowa buried his hands in the rug, as he fought to control his
body. His body was sending mating signals to his brain in ever
urgent bursts along his nerve endings.
"My, my, aren't we being demanding tonight." Trieze observed, as
he pinned a frustrated blonde down. He stared into icy blue eyes,
the storm warning signs were flying, and grinned wickedly. "Roll
over." He purred, as he leaned over the side of the bed.
Millardo shuddered in delicious anticipation, having a good
idea what was coming and he couldn't wait. He could hear the scrape
of a lid, and shivered as the oil was dripped onto him and worked
into his channel. "Hmmmm." he purred, arching his back like a
satisfied cat.
Trieze placed a biting kiss on the small of his lover's back, as
he prolonged the preparations for this coupling, he smirked as the
decidedly on edge blonde began snarling, "Damn it! Will you just
fuck me, already!"
"As you wish." Zechs heard the murmur at the same time he felt
the tip of his lover's shaft press in between his cheeks. Purring,
the blonde pressed backwards, impaling himself on the intruding shaft
when it probed at his entrance.
As the action in the bed picked up, Duo's hips began rubbing
harder against the carpet, as the boy desperately stuffed the end of
his braid in his mouth, to silence his cries, as he sought relief
from the pressure in his groin. Trowa broke out into a sweat, as he
sought the same relief, biting on an edge of the bedspread to muffle
his own moans.
"Ahh, Trieze. Mmm. yes, ah . . . harder . . . yes. . . do it.
The ginger –haired man smirked, as his lover begged for his
fulfillment. The writhing blonde reached down to his straining
arousal, only to have his hand knocked away, as his mate wrapped a
strong hand around his length and pumped.
"TRIEZE!" Zech's screamed, as the firm hand gave him all the
friction he needed to erupt. White heat spilled between
Khushrenada's fingers as he fell over the edge and shattered, his own
release spurting into the tunnel spasming around it.
Shuddering, the two Gundam pilots moaned their own relief.
Removing, the wet end of his braid from his mouth, Duo made a moue of
disgust, when the afterglow faded, and he realized he was going to
have lie in the mess he'd made for - he didn't know how long. Oh,
well. He thought, at least from the sound of it, Trowa is in the
same fix.
Heavyarm's pilot laid panting into the carpet; as he reached
the same conclusion as Duo had. Stoically, he tried to ignore the
sticky mess, as he waited for further developments.
Trieze and Zechs curled together amid the rich covers and silk
sheets, as sated for the moment, they drifted off to sleep.
Soft snores alerted the two uncomfortable youths, and both
squirmed out from under the bed, and cat-footed it to the door. If
they had looked back, when they were leaving, they would have seen
two bodies rise from the bed and go to the window.
Rushing as fast as safety allowed, Duo and Trowa raced out of
the chateau. Bright moonlight picked out their forms, as Duo paused
by a bush, toed off his shoes and stripped off his pants and
underwear. Clad only in his shirt, the braided pilot looked around
for a place to hide the soiled clothing and settled on stuffing them
into a hole in a nearby tree.
"What are you doing?" Trowa hissed, as he glared at his companion.
"I .. . am . . . not. . . wearing. . . those!" Duo spat back,
"besides, I've got a spare pair in Shinigami."
Without a word, Trowa spun around and headed for the concealed
Gundams. Duo grinned, guess Tro-chan doesn't have any spares.
"Hey, Tro-chan, we could stop at the barracks and steal you a pair of
pants." His only answer was Trowa's speeding up. Duo chuckled and
hurried to catch the fleeing youth up.
One of the watchers in the window turned from the scene. "Are
you going to call the guards? "
"No, the information they got was obsolete, it won't help them
any." Trieze said, as he drew the blonde after him towards the
waiting bed. "And, I suspect it will be sometime before any of the
Gundam scientists will able to get any of the pilots to make a
nighttime raid to my bedroom, again."
Chuckling, the blonde took Trieze by surprise, pushed him into
the bed and quickly following pinned his lover down. `Oh, well then
I guess we missed a golden opportunity."
"Really, and what was that?"
"Well, we could have invited them to join us." Zechs traced the
outline of a high cheekbone with a finger. A ghostly laugh floated
out of the shadows.
"Why did you need some help?" The maddeningly rich voice purred.
"Help! Why you . . . I'll show you who needs help." And the
blonde pounced.