[Name That Thang Fic] Powerpuff Stuff
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tj_dragonbladePairing: 2x3x5
Rated: PG-13, just to be safe...
Warnings: Threesome...and possible perversion of innocent cartoons...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is created by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino, copyrighted by Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, and distributed by Bandai entertainment. In other words, I am merely playing with the boys for the entertainment of myself and hopefully others; in so doing I mean no disrespect or copyright infringement.
Setting: Post EW
Notes: *NOT* A NAME THAT THANG CONTEST ENTRY. Again, I ran too long. >_< And if you're unfamiliar with the Powerpuff Girls, then this fic probably won't be all that funny. Heck, it may not be funny even if you *are* familiar with the PPG. But basically they're three little girls with superpowers. Blossom is more or less the leader, Buttercup is the bad-ass, and Bubbles is the cute one. (shrug)
Powerpuff Stuff
By TJ Dragonblade
His lovers had had a rough day--Duo could tell the instant he walked in the door. There were little indications all over--their boots were kicked off carelessly just inside the foyer instead of lined up neatly against the wall; the coat closet door was still ajar and both Preventer's jackets were hung sloppily askew; there was no light in the kitchen and no enticing smells of Wufei's cooking drifted out to greet him.
The biggest indication, though, was the fact that the lovers in question were both sprawled on the living-room couch, the very picture of exhaustion.
Wufei sat on one end, somewhat slouched, his head leaned back and an arm thrown over his eyes. His other hand was flung limply on Trowa's chest; Trowa was laid out along the rest of the couch, eyes closed, his head conveniently pillowed on Wufei's thigh. One arm dangled over the side and one foot rested on the floor; the other leg was propped up and angled over the arm of the couch.
"Hey, guys," Duo greeted softly, not wishing to disturb them if they actually were asleep. But one green eye cracked open to fix on him and Wufei moved sluggishly to peek out from under his forearm.
"Long day?" Duo asked as he turned to straighten the coasts and shoes beside his own.
"The day from *hell*," Trowa affirmed; and Wufei managed a soft grunt of agreement.
"What happened?" Duo dropped into the recliner across from them.
Wufei lowered his arm at last and shot the American a tired, lopsided smile. "Lady Une was out sick."
Duo raised an eyebrow. "*Sick*? Lady 'Come-hell-or-high-water-even-on-my-deathbed-I'll-be-at-my post' Une called in *sick*?"
Wufei just nodded.
Trowa smiled wanly. "Though I'm sure Sally had to tie her to the bed and barricade the front door to keep her home."
Duo laughed. "Yeah, I'll go with that."
Wufei sighed. "And why she saw fit to leave *us* in charge..." His head dropped back again.
Duo whistled, low and impressed. "You two ran the show today?"
They both nodded. "Though it feels more like the show ran us," Trowa added.
"Aw, guys, you shoulda called me in!" I'da helped out..."
Wufei re-opened his eyes and frowned. "No, Duo, we handled it. Besides which, you have been working twenty-two days straight--it is *far* past time for you to take a break."
"But I feel bad that you were stressin' while I was out playing..."
"You *deserve* the downtime, Duo--don't worry about it." Trowa swung long legs around and sat up with a groan. "We managed." He placed a hand at the back of his neck and rolled his head, eyes closing again.
Duo perked up. "Well at least lemme work some of that stiffness out for ya, huh?"
"Gladly."
They rearranged themselves so that Trowa was seated on the floor with Duo cross-legged on the couch behind him; Wufei remained where he was. Trowa pulled off his shirt and Duo's hands went to work on his tired, knotted shoulders.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Trowa drew out after a long moment. "You're so good at this, Duo..." He gave another soft almost-moan.
Wufei shifted beside them. "May I have a turn when you are finished?" he asked.
Duo glanced over while still working on Trowa; he couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in Wufei's pants. He couldn't blame him, either--the sounds Trowa was making *were* rather arousing.
"Actually, 'Fei, it looks like Buttercup needs a massage more than you do at the moment." He nodded at the bulge.
Wufei's cheekbones colored very, very slightly even as he frowned. "'Buttercup'?"
Duo nodded. "Yeah, that's what I call it."
"You named my penis *Buttercup*?"
"Mm-hmm."
Trowa spoke up from the floor. "Do you have a name for mine as well?"
"Yep. Yours is Blossom."
There was a pause; then: "Okay...*why*?"
"'Cause your schlong's kinda the leader in the bedroom, dashing and heroic, directing us all to 'victory'!" Duo snickered.
"Uh huh." Trowa couldn't help smiling--it was too silly.
"And why, pray tell, is mine named 'Buttercup', then?" Wufei's voice was colored by amusement as well.
"Why? Because, 'Fei, you got one bad-ass willy in your drawers there, bud. I mean, Tro's no slouch and I'm a pretty good size if I do say so myself; but you’ve got us both beat, easy. And by god, you *know* how to use it."
"I'll second that," Trowa put in, leaning his head back against Duo's crossed legs as the American's hands settled lightly on his shoulders, the massage finished.
"I see." Wufei sat forward a little. "And does yours have a name, as well?"
"Nope. I hadn't come up with a good one yet."
Trowa tipped his head back and caught Duo's eye. "Why not let us name it for you, then?"
Lilac eyes blinked. "Well...okay, sure--why not?"
Trowa glanced at Wufei; they both broke into matching grins.
"Then we shall call it...Bubbles," Wufei announced mock-solemnly.
"*Bubbles*?" Duo shook his head, grinning as well. "I shoulda guessed--now we've got a full set of Powerpuff Peckers!"
"Oh, it's more than that," Trowa said, grin becoming a smirk. "There's good reason to name it Bubbles..."
"And why is that?"
Trowa & Wufei looked at each other, still grinning, and chorused, "'Cause it's so darn *cute*, that's why!"
Duo blinked. "'Cute'? *Cute*?" He snorted, unable to keep from smirking himself. "Up, you two. Get your butts in the bedroom and I'll show you just how 'cute' I can be..."
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Beg: 2/25/03
End: 2/27/03
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Rated: PG-13, just to be safe...
Warnings: Threesome...and possible perversion of innocent cartoons...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is created by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino, copyrighted by Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, and distributed by Bandai entertainment. In other words, I am merely playing with the boys for the entertainment of myself and hopefully others; in so doing I mean no disrespect or copyright infringement.
Setting: Post EW
Notes: *NOT* A NAME THAT THANG CONTEST ENTRY. Again, I ran too long. >_< And if you're unfamiliar with the Powerpuff Girls, then this fic probably won't be all that funny. Heck, it may not be funny even if you *are* familiar with the PPG. But basically they're three little girls with superpowers. Blossom is more or less the leader, Buttercup is the bad-ass, and Bubbles is the cute one. (shrug)
Powerpuff Stuff
By TJ Dragonblade
His lovers had had a rough day--Duo could tell the instant he walked in the door. There were little indications all over--their boots were kicked off carelessly just inside the foyer instead of lined up neatly against the wall; the coat closet door was still ajar and both Preventer's jackets were hung sloppily askew; there was no light in the kitchen and no enticing smells of Wufei's cooking drifted out to greet him.
The biggest indication, though, was the fact that the lovers in question were both sprawled on the living-room couch, the very picture of exhaustion.
Wufei sat on one end, somewhat slouched, his head leaned back and an arm thrown over his eyes. His other hand was flung limply on Trowa's chest; Trowa was laid out along the rest of the couch, eyes closed, his head conveniently pillowed on Wufei's thigh. One arm dangled over the side and one foot rested on the floor; the other leg was propped up and angled over the arm of the couch.
"Hey, guys," Duo greeted softly, not wishing to disturb them if they actually were asleep. But one green eye cracked open to fix on him and Wufei moved sluggishly to peek out from under his forearm.
"Long day?" Duo asked as he turned to straighten the coasts and shoes beside his own.
"The day from *hell*," Trowa affirmed; and Wufei managed a soft grunt of agreement.
"What happened?" Duo dropped into the recliner across from them.
Wufei lowered his arm at last and shot the American a tired, lopsided smile. "Lady Une was out sick."
Duo raised an eyebrow. "*Sick*? Lady 'Come-hell-or-high-water-even-on-my-deathbed-I'll-be-at-my post' Une called in *sick*?"
Wufei just nodded.
Trowa smiled wanly. "Though I'm sure Sally had to tie her to the bed and barricade the front door to keep her home."
Duo laughed. "Yeah, I'll go with that."
Wufei sighed. "And why she saw fit to leave *us* in charge..." His head dropped back again.
Duo whistled, low and impressed. "You two ran the show today?"
They both nodded. "Though it feels more like the show ran us," Trowa added.
"Aw, guys, you shoulda called me in!" I'da helped out..."
Wufei re-opened his eyes and frowned. "No, Duo, we handled it. Besides which, you have been working twenty-two days straight--it is *far* past time for you to take a break."
"But I feel bad that you were stressin' while I was out playing..."
"You *deserve* the downtime, Duo--don't worry about it." Trowa swung long legs around and sat up with a groan. "We managed." He placed a hand at the back of his neck and rolled his head, eyes closing again.
Duo perked up. "Well at least lemme work some of that stiffness out for ya, huh?"
"Gladly."
They rearranged themselves so that Trowa was seated on the floor with Duo cross-legged on the couch behind him; Wufei remained where he was. Trowa pulled off his shirt and Duo's hands went to work on his tired, knotted shoulders.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." Trowa drew out after a long moment. "You're so good at this, Duo..." He gave another soft almost-moan.
Wufei shifted beside them. "May I have a turn when you are finished?" he asked.
Duo glanced over while still working on Trowa; he couldn't help but notice the bulge growing in Wufei's pants. He couldn't blame him, either--the sounds Trowa was making *were* rather arousing.
"Actually, 'Fei, it looks like Buttercup needs a massage more than you do at the moment." He nodded at the bulge.
Wufei's cheekbones colored very, very slightly even as he frowned. "'Buttercup'?"
Duo nodded. "Yeah, that's what I call it."
"You named my penis *Buttercup*?"
"Mm-hmm."
Trowa spoke up from the floor. "Do you have a name for mine as well?"
"Yep. Yours is Blossom."
There was a pause; then: "Okay...*why*?"
"'Cause your schlong's kinda the leader in the bedroom, dashing and heroic, directing us all to 'victory'!" Duo snickered.
"Uh huh." Trowa couldn't help smiling--it was too silly.
"And why, pray tell, is mine named 'Buttercup', then?" Wufei's voice was colored by amusement as well.
"Why? Because, 'Fei, you got one bad-ass willy in your drawers there, bud. I mean, Tro's no slouch and I'm a pretty good size if I do say so myself; but you’ve got us both beat, easy. And by god, you *know* how to use it."
"I'll second that," Trowa put in, leaning his head back against Duo's crossed legs as the American's hands settled lightly on his shoulders, the massage finished.
"I see." Wufei sat forward a little. "And does yours have a name, as well?"
"Nope. I hadn't come up with a good one yet."
Trowa tipped his head back and caught Duo's eye. "Why not let us name it for you, then?"
Lilac eyes blinked. "Well...okay, sure--why not?"
Trowa glanced at Wufei; they both broke into matching grins.
"Then we shall call it...Bubbles," Wufei announced mock-solemnly.
"*Bubbles*?" Duo shook his head, grinning as well. "I shoulda guessed--now we've got a full set of Powerpuff Peckers!"
"Oh, it's more than that," Trowa said, grin becoming a smirk. "There's good reason to name it Bubbles..."
"And why is that?"
Trowa & Wufei looked at each other, still grinning, and chorused, "'Cause it's so darn *cute*, that's why!"
Duo blinked. "'Cute'? *Cute*?" He snorted, unable to keep from smirking himself. "Up, you two. Get your butts in the bedroom and I'll show you just how 'cute' I can be..."
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Beg: 2/25/03
End: 2/27/03
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