My Muses are evil...
Dec. 29th, 2001 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwater... but the fun kind of evil.
Museficcage here. Cut for the uninterested, the length, and because of... well, read and find out!
:::giggles:::
WT!Duo was feeling rather at odds with himself. Because of the Writer's geas, he was not allowed to leave the GW Wing alone. In fact, the only time he *did* leave was when he was working on the fic with his double. But even then, he had to be a "forced Mode" and saw things through Duo's rather warped eyes. Still, he didn't suppose it was so bad. After the whupping he had endured from that Relena girl, the other boys had been rather polite to him.
WT!Duo didn't know what scared him more: the fact that the Boyz were trying to kill him, or the fact that they were so damn polite about it.
Well, he'd leave if he could! He didn't want to be here, with these... Boyz... all they seemed to do was have sex! It was an unnerving experience. They cuddled together. And teased. And kissed. And they didn't care who saw them do it! Well, they *were* in the privacy of their own home, but WT!Duo thought they'd at least have the decency not to do it around *him*.
The braided boy hated to admit it, but he was sort of getting used to the sexuality that oozed from the five Boyz. When Duo and Quatre had that pillow/tickle fight that had lead to groping and making out, and probably more on the living room floor, WT!Duo had "eep-ed" very badly and fled the room. When Duo had come running from the shower, buck nekkid and dripping water everywhere, and then Heero (also nekkid) had chased him down and thrown him over his shoulder and back to the bathroom, the visiting Muse had blushed and averted his eyes. When Wufei had given Trowa and impromptu lap dance and the two had started making out on the kitchen table this morning, WT!Duo just picked up his bowl of cereal and kept eating.
The Muse didn't know what it meant. More appropriately, he didn't *want* to know. He'd rather be dead than spend any more time in this nuthouse. It was doing funny stuff to him. Beside getting immune to the constant acts of sex, WT!Duo was starting to... enjoy it. Well, he'd actually started *watching* what the others were doing. They seemed to like it. And kissing and stuff was hardly any different than when you kissed a girl...
WT!Duo shook his head. That was crazy talk! He looked up to see Wufei looking at him strangely. The two of them were alone in the Commons, the others were off doing their work. It made WT!Duo slightly nervous. Besides everything else, he thought he was getting sick... he'd been... hearing... things...
"Maxwell?" Wufei asked, setting down his book.
"Huhn?" They all called him Maxwell when speaking to him. WT!Duo was a pain to say and could be confusing.
"Would you like to go down on me?"
Maxwell blinked. "Uh... what?"
Wufei frowned at him, rising from the couch and moving into the kitchen. "You can't possibly be that uncouth. I asked if you would like some tea. The others will be returning soon, and I'm going to prepare tea for Quatre and myself."
Maxwell just followed meekly at his heels, watching as Wufei rummaged around the kichen and put a kettle on the stove. His mind was going screwy. He couldn't possibly be hearing what he was hearing. "Ah... no thanks. Ah don't care for tea much."
"Would you start fondling me, then?"
The braided Muse choked and hit his head against the cabinet door that Wufei was holding open. The Chinese boy scowled. "Idiot," he snapped, shoving a can at him. "I said start the coffee, then! Trowa and Duo actually drink coffee to *relax*, and Heero needs it to stay awake."
Maxwell nodded and started measuring coffee grounds and putting water in the coffee machine. When his task was done, he leaned against the counter, listening to the happy burble of the coffee machine and the grumblings of the Chinese boy.
"Dammit... I know my green tea is somewhere... there's Quatre's Earl Grey. Horrible stuff... lemon... sugar..."
Trowa poked his head into the kitchen. "Do I smell coffee?"
Wufei looked up and nodded. "Yes. You had better prepare it before that idiot ruins the whole pot!"
Maxwell bristled. "Hey! Ah can make a damn fine cuppa coffee!"
"I'll believe that when I see it," Wufei sniped.
"Calm down, Wufei," Trowa interjected. "Getting upset won't help things."
The two arguing boys lapsed into silence and Trowa poured off two mugs of steaming coffee. He looked up at Maxwell and asked: "Sugar?"
Maxwell nodded. "Please."
"You're just like Duo. He likes it hard and fast."
His mouth dropped open. "WHAT?!"
Trowa looked placidly at him, handing him the mug of steaming coffee. "I said that Duo likes his coffee hot and sweet. I drink it black myself."
As Maxwell tried to reconcile himself from his overacting libido, the teapot whistled and Wufei poured himself a mug of hot water, adding the tea. Coal black eyes glanced at the mug that Maxwell was holding in a lax grip.
"Do you scream when you come?"
The braided boy nearly dropped his mug. "P-pardon?"
"Cream! Do you want cream for your cup! Honestly! If you were any slower, you'd be going backwards!" Wufei continued to gumble and left the kitchen, sitting down on the couch, and picking up his book again.
"Don't take it personally," Trowa said. "Wufei is just pissed because he hasn't gotten fucked."
"Wh-what?"
Trowa looked at Maxwell critically. "I said Wufei is pissed because he hasn't gotten ficced. His bunny has been in the queue for months and hasn't been touched. I think you better sit down. You look pale."
Maxwell just stumbled to the armchair and plopped down in it. The taste of the coffee was sweet and good, warming his bones. It was what he needed. Maybe he was just going stir crazy being in the Wing all the time. These Boyz weren't good for him. They were confusing, and infuriating, and--
"HONEY, I'M HOME!!!" Duo called out as he barreled into the room. Wufei had enough time to put down his book and mug before Duo flew over the back of the couch and plopped on his lap. The American snuggled against the Chinese boy. "Miss me?"
"Never," Wufei replied, but shared a long kiss with Duo. Maxwell just swallowed more coffee. Then Duo wiggled out of Wufei's lap (making the boy moan) and repeated the process with an amused Trowa. Then he turned to his double.
"Yo, Maxwell! How's it hanging?"
Maxwell cringed at the sight of his otherself. Duo was habitually dressed in his unbuttoned and unzipped black cargos, bare-chested to the world. And his long chestnut hair was pulled into a high ponytail that swished across his back when he moved. They had to so *something* to tell the two Duos apart, and Duo didn't mind walking around half-naked.
"Ah'm okay," he answered his double.
Duo bounced and grinned. "Good! Good! Then you wouldn't mind getting fucked with me tonight?"
Maxwell stared.
Duo frowned and waved his hand in front of his double's blank violet eyes. "Yo, Buddy. The question wasn't a stumper. I just asked if you wouldn't mind getting ficced with me tonight. The Writer's getting really antsy about that fic."
Gathering his wits as best he could, Maxwell nodded. "Ah... sure... Yeah. Ah don't mind."
Still, Duo was leaning uncomfortably close to him, almost nose to nose. "You don't look good, man. You look like you've swallowed a load!"
"A... a what?!"
"A toad! Man, what did you think I said?" Duo laughed and pulled the coffee mug from Maxwell's hands, sniffing the contents. "I think you've had a bit too much tonight. You look pretty flushed. Did you wanna get fucked up the ass?"
Maxwell choked and Duo freaked, thumping him across the back. "Whoa! Be careful! You *must* have eaten something bad! You just sit there and I'll get you some water."
Maxwell leaned back in his chair, realizing that Heero and Quatre had arrived and now the other four boys were staring at him strangely.
"Ummm... Maxwell?" Quatre asked, "are you sure you're okay?"
The braided Muse nodded. "Ah'm... ah'm just feelin' a bit off, is all."
Quatre smiled. "Oh, that's good. I'd hate it if you were sick while I was sucking your cock."
Violet eyes blinked. "Ah'm sorry... come again?"
Quatre crossed the room to put a hand on his forehead. "I'd love to come in you."
Maxwell jerked back and stood up, gazing at the blond crazily.
The Arabian frowned. "Maxwell? What's wrong? All I said was that you looked like you were about to drop, and would you like to go to your room? You know? To lie down? You look very pale."
At this moment, Duo reentered the room with a glass of water. He took one look at his double and blanched. "Oh man! Bro, you look like you wanna go down on me bad!"
Heero grumbled. "Just what we need, someone who's ass is tight."
Wufei just frowned. "I told you that he needed a good fuck."
Trowa shook his head. "I think he'd rather blow us all."
Quatre just crossed his arms. "Do you want us all to do you now?"
No no no no... he wasn't hearing this! He wasn't! It was insane! He didn't want them to do those things to him! He wasn't gay! He wasn't! But why were they... but they weren't! He was just hearing things! Maxwell closed his eyes and held his head in his hands.
Then there was a touch on his arm, and Maxwell looked up into the concerned face of his double. "Come on, man. Let me get you to your room. You look like you're about to pass out. Quatre's right. You should go to your room now."
Maxwell nodded (he was doing that a lot) and let Duo lead him out of the living room. "Yeah... Ah... Ah don't feel too good. Yuir right. Maybe I just need to lie down."
His double led him back to his room and actually took the time to tuck him into bed. Maxwell decided that his double wasn't as bad as he thought. Duo ruffled his bangs. "You just lay there and dream about fucking my ass. Quatre's will be up later to give you a blow and a spanking."
He really didn't want to ask. He didn't. But he *had* to. "Could... would ya mind saying that again? I didn't quite hear ya right."
Duo just looked worried. "Man, you must be really sick! I said, that you just lay there and get some rest. Quatre will be up later with a bowl of soup and crackers."
Maxwell closed his violet eyes. "Uh... thank you."
"No problem! I'll just fuck you tomorrow!"
Maxwell decided that he wasn't hearing what he was hearing and went to sleep.
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Duo sauntered back into the living room with a smile on his face.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, just confused."
"That was evil."
"Wasn't it?"
"He doesn't suspect a thing, does he?"
"Not at all. He thinks he's hearing things."
"Did you see the look on his face when I asked him if he wanted to get fucked up the ass?"
"That was *evil*!"
"Poor foolish boy..."
"He's never gonna see it coming."
"We'll break him eventually."
"But getting there is the fun part."
"Ah... I knew you had a sadistic streak, Wu."
Museficcage here. Cut for the uninterested, the length, and because of... well, read and find out!
:::giggles:::
WT!Duo was feeling rather at odds with himself. Because of the Writer's geas, he was not allowed to leave the GW Wing alone. In fact, the only time he *did* leave was when he was working on the fic with his double. But even then, he had to be a "forced Mode" and saw things through Duo's rather warped eyes. Still, he didn't suppose it was so bad. After the whupping he had endured from that Relena girl, the other boys had been rather polite to him.
WT!Duo didn't know what scared him more: the fact that the Boyz were trying to kill him, or the fact that they were so damn polite about it.
Well, he'd leave if he could! He didn't want to be here, with these... Boyz... all they seemed to do was have sex! It was an unnerving experience. They cuddled together. And teased. And kissed. And they didn't care who saw them do it! Well, they *were* in the privacy of their own home, but WT!Duo thought they'd at least have the decency not to do it around *him*.
The braided boy hated to admit it, but he was sort of getting used to the sexuality that oozed from the five Boyz. When Duo and Quatre had that pillow/tickle fight that had lead to groping and making out, and probably more on the living room floor, WT!Duo had "eep-ed" very badly and fled the room. When Duo had come running from the shower, buck nekkid and dripping water everywhere, and then Heero (also nekkid) had chased him down and thrown him over his shoulder and back to the bathroom, the visiting Muse had blushed and averted his eyes. When Wufei had given Trowa and impromptu lap dance and the two had started making out on the kitchen table this morning, WT!Duo just picked up his bowl of cereal and kept eating.
The Muse didn't know what it meant. More appropriately, he didn't *want* to know. He'd rather be dead than spend any more time in this nuthouse. It was doing funny stuff to him. Beside getting immune to the constant acts of sex, WT!Duo was starting to... enjoy it. Well, he'd actually started *watching* what the others were doing. They seemed to like it. And kissing and stuff was hardly any different than when you kissed a girl...
WT!Duo shook his head. That was crazy talk! He looked up to see Wufei looking at him strangely. The two of them were alone in the Commons, the others were off doing their work. It made WT!Duo slightly nervous. Besides everything else, he thought he was getting sick... he'd been... hearing... things...
"Maxwell?" Wufei asked, setting down his book.
"Huhn?" They all called him Maxwell when speaking to him. WT!Duo was a pain to say and could be confusing.
"Would you like to go down on me?"
Maxwell blinked. "Uh... what?"
Wufei frowned at him, rising from the couch and moving into the kitchen. "You can't possibly be that uncouth. I asked if you would like some tea. The others will be returning soon, and I'm going to prepare tea for Quatre and myself."
Maxwell just followed meekly at his heels, watching as Wufei rummaged around the kichen and put a kettle on the stove. His mind was going screwy. He couldn't possibly be hearing what he was hearing. "Ah... no thanks. Ah don't care for tea much."
"Would you start fondling me, then?"
The braided Muse choked and hit his head against the cabinet door that Wufei was holding open. The Chinese boy scowled. "Idiot," he snapped, shoving a can at him. "I said start the coffee, then! Trowa and Duo actually drink coffee to *relax*, and Heero needs it to stay awake."
Maxwell nodded and started measuring coffee grounds and putting water in the coffee machine. When his task was done, he leaned against the counter, listening to the happy burble of the coffee machine and the grumblings of the Chinese boy.
"Dammit... I know my green tea is somewhere... there's Quatre's Earl Grey. Horrible stuff... lemon... sugar..."
Trowa poked his head into the kitchen. "Do I smell coffee?"
Wufei looked up and nodded. "Yes. You had better prepare it before that idiot ruins the whole pot!"
Maxwell bristled. "Hey! Ah can make a damn fine cuppa coffee!"
"I'll believe that when I see it," Wufei sniped.
"Calm down, Wufei," Trowa interjected. "Getting upset won't help things."
The two arguing boys lapsed into silence and Trowa poured off two mugs of steaming coffee. He looked up at Maxwell and asked: "Sugar?"
Maxwell nodded. "Please."
"You're just like Duo. He likes it hard and fast."
His mouth dropped open. "WHAT?!"
Trowa looked placidly at him, handing him the mug of steaming coffee. "I said that Duo likes his coffee hot and sweet. I drink it black myself."
As Maxwell tried to reconcile himself from his overacting libido, the teapot whistled and Wufei poured himself a mug of hot water, adding the tea. Coal black eyes glanced at the mug that Maxwell was holding in a lax grip.
"Do you scream when you come?"
The braided boy nearly dropped his mug. "P-pardon?"
"Cream! Do you want cream for your cup! Honestly! If you were any slower, you'd be going backwards!" Wufei continued to gumble and left the kitchen, sitting down on the couch, and picking up his book again.
"Don't take it personally," Trowa said. "Wufei is just pissed because he hasn't gotten fucked."
"Wh-what?"
Trowa looked at Maxwell critically. "I said Wufei is pissed because he hasn't gotten ficced. His bunny has been in the queue for months and hasn't been touched. I think you better sit down. You look pale."
Maxwell just stumbled to the armchair and plopped down in it. The taste of the coffee was sweet and good, warming his bones. It was what he needed. Maybe he was just going stir crazy being in the Wing all the time. These Boyz weren't good for him. They were confusing, and infuriating, and--
"HONEY, I'M HOME!!!" Duo called out as he barreled into the room. Wufei had enough time to put down his book and mug before Duo flew over the back of the couch and plopped on his lap. The American snuggled against the Chinese boy. "Miss me?"
"Never," Wufei replied, but shared a long kiss with Duo. Maxwell just swallowed more coffee. Then Duo wiggled out of Wufei's lap (making the boy moan) and repeated the process with an amused Trowa. Then he turned to his double.
"Yo, Maxwell! How's it hanging?"
Maxwell cringed at the sight of his otherself. Duo was habitually dressed in his unbuttoned and unzipped black cargos, bare-chested to the world. And his long chestnut hair was pulled into a high ponytail that swished across his back when he moved. They had to so *something* to tell the two Duos apart, and Duo didn't mind walking around half-naked.
"Ah'm okay," he answered his double.
Duo bounced and grinned. "Good! Good! Then you wouldn't mind getting fucked with me tonight?"
Maxwell stared.
Duo frowned and waved his hand in front of his double's blank violet eyes. "Yo, Buddy. The question wasn't a stumper. I just asked if you wouldn't mind getting ficced with me tonight. The Writer's getting really antsy about that fic."
Gathering his wits as best he could, Maxwell nodded. "Ah... sure... Yeah. Ah don't mind."
Still, Duo was leaning uncomfortably close to him, almost nose to nose. "You don't look good, man. You look like you've swallowed a load!"
"A... a what?!"
"A toad! Man, what did you think I said?" Duo laughed and pulled the coffee mug from Maxwell's hands, sniffing the contents. "I think you've had a bit too much tonight. You look pretty flushed. Did you wanna get fucked up the ass?"
Maxwell choked and Duo freaked, thumping him across the back. "Whoa! Be careful! You *must* have eaten something bad! You just sit there and I'll get you some water."
Maxwell leaned back in his chair, realizing that Heero and Quatre had arrived and now the other four boys were staring at him strangely.
"Ummm... Maxwell?" Quatre asked, "are you sure you're okay?"
The braided Muse nodded. "Ah'm... ah'm just feelin' a bit off, is all."
Quatre smiled. "Oh, that's good. I'd hate it if you were sick while I was sucking your cock."
Violet eyes blinked. "Ah'm sorry... come again?"
Quatre crossed the room to put a hand on his forehead. "I'd love to come in you."
Maxwell jerked back and stood up, gazing at the blond crazily.
The Arabian frowned. "Maxwell? What's wrong? All I said was that you looked like you were about to drop, and would you like to go to your room? You know? To lie down? You look very pale."
At this moment, Duo reentered the room with a glass of water. He took one look at his double and blanched. "Oh man! Bro, you look like you wanna go down on me bad!"
Heero grumbled. "Just what we need, someone who's ass is tight."
Wufei just frowned. "I told you that he needed a good fuck."
Trowa shook his head. "I think he'd rather blow us all."
Quatre just crossed his arms. "Do you want us all to do you now?"
No no no no... he wasn't hearing this! He wasn't! It was insane! He didn't want them to do those things to him! He wasn't gay! He wasn't! But why were they... but they weren't! He was just hearing things! Maxwell closed his eyes and held his head in his hands.
Then there was a touch on his arm, and Maxwell looked up into the concerned face of his double. "Come on, man. Let me get you to your room. You look like you're about to pass out. Quatre's right. You should go to your room now."
Maxwell nodded (he was doing that a lot) and let Duo lead him out of the living room. "Yeah... Ah... Ah don't feel too good. Yuir right. Maybe I just need to lie down."
His double led him back to his room and actually took the time to tuck him into bed. Maxwell decided that his double wasn't as bad as he thought. Duo ruffled his bangs. "You just lay there and dream about fucking my ass. Quatre's will be up later to give you a blow and a spanking."
He really didn't want to ask. He didn't. But he *had* to. "Could... would ya mind saying that again? I didn't quite hear ya right."
Duo just looked worried. "Man, you must be really sick! I said, that you just lay there and get some rest. Quatre will be up later with a bowl of soup and crackers."
Maxwell closed his violet eyes. "Uh... thank you."
"No problem! I'll just fuck you tomorrow!"
Maxwell decided that he wasn't hearing what he was hearing and went to sleep.
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Duo sauntered back into the living room with a smile on his face.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, just confused."
"That was evil."
"Wasn't it?"
"He doesn't suspect a thing, does he?"
"Not at all. He thinks he's hearing things."
"Did you see the look on his face when I asked him if he wanted to get fucked up the ass?"
"That was *evil*!"
"Poor foolish boy..."
"He's never gonna see it coming."
"We'll break him eventually."
"But getting there is the fun part."
"Ah... I knew you had a sadistic streak, Wu."
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Keep it up!!
Date: 2001-12-29 06:59 pm (UTC)Oh my god, that was hilarious! Your abuse of WT!Duo is most amusing. ^_~