by Hex
Written for Misanagi.
"Hello Quatre," Wufei gave Quatre a small smile through the vid screen.
"Wufei?" Quatre pulled back from the screen, surprised. A smile took root and spread across his face. "How are you?"
"I'm in the middle of a very important mission actually," Wufei replied.
"Is something wrong? Do you need help?" Quatre was immediately on his guard. "What are the particulars?"
"Well, we're sending in a special operative for an extraction and it was brought to my attention that this particular operative has his own agen- Quatre! Look behind you!"
Quatre moved to spin and get up but he was forced back to quickly. A gun hovered several inches from his face. Quatre ground his teeth together for a moment. The man in front of him motioned for him to raise his hands. Quatre did so slowly. He weighed his options. The person he was faced with was obviously extremely skilled. He had slipped through all of Quatre's security unnoticed. He was armed and definitely dangerous.
"Stay in your seat. Now turn it to face the vid screen again and slide it slowly towards me with your feet." The voice was raspy and the Arabic was thickly accented but Quatre felt a twinge of familiarity. "Put your hands behind your back slowly. Cross your arms at the wrist. As long as you don't resist, this will all be over soon."
Quatre saw his options rapidly shrinking. The vid screen was still on, but Wufei was no where to be seen. There was no doubt in Quatre's mind that Wufei was already putting his rescue in motion and had left the vid screen on, more than likely recording the goings on, as a lifeline for Quatre. Quatre obediently did as he was told. He had no weapons available to him, the office was deserted and all the locks were armed and needed at least a ten to fifteen second window to be unlocked and locked behind him. That made his flight path unlikely at best. The security staff was minimal at the moment and they had just checked this particular floor a quarter of an hour ago.
Quatre stiffened sharply as hands touched his wrists. The action was followed by a telltale plastic zipping sound, gunshot loud in the dead air. Handcuffs were easy. Combination wrists cuffs favoured by law enforcement were more complicated, but manageable. Rope, though aggravating, could be worked at, worn down and wormed out of. Tie wraps were nearly impossible to get out of without something sharp to cut them with. The ones being synched around his wrists were thick, almost as wide as his thumb. Quatre ground his teeth again. Each wrist had been wrapped in the tie wrap individually. Quatre was going to have to tear his wrists and hands to shreds or get a hold of something sharp quickly.
Quatre comforted himself in the knowledge that the longer they stayed in his office the better the chance that help would get to him. The only thing Quatre could really do at this point was buy Wufei some time. Quatre's captor slowly turned his chair so that they were face to face. Or more to the point face to balaclava.
Quatre glared at the man looming over him. He had a wiry build, shown off by a tight black turtleneck and a pair of black cargo pants. He was wearing black boot, black leather gloves (Quatre absently cursed the lack of fingerprint evidence) and the black balaclava. Quatre watched through narrowed eyes as the man reached behind his head and pulled off his balaclava. A breath exploded out of Quatre in an angry hiss.
"Heero, you asshole."
"Weren't you the least bit suspicious that someone managed to get through all of the security we set up, completely undetected?"
"Why else would I have been so compliant!?" Quatre snarled.
"Yuy! Damn it, Yuy! This wasn't part of the plan. The extraction was supposed to happen tomorrow." Wufei snarled from the vid screen.
"I moved up the schedule. How did you know? I heard you trying to warn him," Heero asked.
"Important mission my ass!" Quatre cried to the ceiling then glared at Wufei.
"Trowa figured you out, Yuy." Wufei said, pointedly ignoring Quatre's ranting.
"What is going on?"
"Extraction was the only option." Heero said before turning his attention back to Wufei.
"We had made arrangements already Yuy. There was no reason to step up the schedule. You're making this more complicated by-"
Wufei was cut off by the beep of an incoming call.
"Heero, would you be so kind as to get that since I don't seem to have a free hand at the moment?"
Heero ignored Quatre's glare and growls; he leaned over and hit the button for the other line.
"Duo!" Quatre smiled and then frowned as he shifted forward, towards the screen. "Everyone is tracking me down tonight it seems, through varying methods."
"Yuy, you impatient bastard," Duo growled. He was disheveled and had obviously just dragged himself out of bed.
"What was this? A coordinated effort?" Quatre demanded, his voice reaching bellowing volume. "What the hell have you guys been doing while I was working?"
"Trying to get the chance to spend time with you but getting brushed off that's what," Duo snapped.
"What is /that/ supposed to mean?" Quatre demanded.
"Exactly what is sounds like! You-"
"Duo," Heero hit a button and the screen split in two. "Wufei, I'll bring him to the rendez-vous point soon."
"Yuy!" Duo and Wufei chorused Heero's name but didn't get any further than that as Heero hit the end button on the vid screen.
"Heero, untie me."
"After I give you a blowjob."
"What?"
"You don't have a hearing impairment Quatre. You heard me."
"Heero, what the hell is going on?" Quatre asked in a dazed voice.
"It's not that hard to figure out Quatre. I want to have sex with you. You're tied up in such a way as to make intercourse awkward. So, blowjob." Heero ended the explanation with a shrug.
"Heero, where in the hell did you get the idea that you wanted to give me a blow job?" Quatre asked through clenched teeth.
"The initial plan was sex. I'm improvising the blow job." Quatre gave him a withering look and took a deep breath, obviously in an effort to calm himself. "Duo told us about the night on the roof."
"Oh fan-fucking-tastic!" Quatre roared.
"Where did you learn to curse like that?"
"I've always cursed like this in Arabic, it's just that none of you understood what I was saying," Quatre answered. "Look Heero, what was said to Duo was supposed to be kept between the two of us. It wasn't something meant to be a hot discussion topic. It was personal and /obviously/ something I had no plans on sharing with /anyone/. Since Duo had come to the correct conclusion I saw no point in denying it."
"But you weren't going to tell the rest of us because we didn't figure it out on our own? How were we supposed to arrive at the correct conclusion when you never give us the opportunity? That's unreasonable," Heero informed Quatre.
"Unreasonable is sneaking into my office after hours, threatening me with a gun and tying me to a chair." Quatre answered flatly.
"If you don't want me to give you a blow job, say no." It was a challenge. Quatre could hear it in Heero's voice. A part of Quatre wanted to tell Heero no in the firmest way possible, "But you want me to."
"Why is it everyone tells me what I want and never listens to what I say?"
"Because you always say what you're expected to and never ask for what you want," Heero replied. "When was the last time you did something selfish Quatre? You only do something for yourself when other people bully you into it. Be a hedonist for one night."
"You would think I'd get to chose my night," Quatre muttered.
"You do, this is /my/ night."
With that Heero reached for the fly on Quatre's pants and unzipped it.
"Lift your hips so I can get the pants down,"
Quatre hesitated for the barest of moments. Heero shifted his hand to Quatre's hip and stared at him. Quatre realized Heero was trying to will him to give in.
"After this; I've got a car in the parking lot. We have a shuttle to catch and we'll be meeting the others on L3."
"You're all forcing my hedonist night on me," Quatre couldn't stop his lips from quirking.
"It was just a proposal. They weren't planning on forcing anything on you," Heero said.
"I notice the 'they' in that sentence," Quatre said, his lips quirked into a full grin this time.
Heero shrugged then tugged on Quatre's pants. Quatre lifted his hips, then wiggled to help Heero get him out of his pants and underwear quickly. Heero pushed the clothing down to Quatre's ankles. He grabbed Quatre by the hips and pulled him forward. He licked at the head of Quatre's penis. Quatre spread his legs wider and struggled against the tie wrap. The plastic cut into his skin and helped him keep his composure. Heero zig-zagged his tongue across the underside of Quatre's penis, working his way down to the base.
Quatre raised his legs and put them over Heero's shoulders. He shifted to expose as much of himself to Heero as possible. Heero gently licked at Quatre's balls, making him twitch and tremble. He panted low and arched his back, jerking his hips against Heero's mouth. Heero shifted and moved in closer so he could swallow Quatre. Quatre eyes widened and then slipped shut as he jerked his hips towards the attention Heero was giving him.
Quatre didn't try to hold himself back; he simply gave himself over to Heero's mouth. Quatre came with a loud gasp and the plastic tie wrap digging into his wrists as he strained against it. Quatre melted into the chair, letting his head fall back so he could stare unseeing at the ceiling. Quatre raised his head, letting it roll weakly to the side. Heero gave him a satisfied smirk after he let Quatre fall from his mouth. Heero rested his cheek against the inside of Quatre's thigh.
Quatre heard the click and snap of Heero's favourite butterfly knife then his wrists fell away from each other. Quatre shifted and buried his hands into Heero's hair.
"I'll take you home, you can eat and shower and then we'll connect with the shuttle," Heero said.
"Sounds like a plan."
"It /was/ the plan," Heero countered.
"Improvisation is often better," Quatre answered.
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