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Zero G Love - Part 4

<< A what? >> 
Trowa wasn't sure he heard right.
Very meekly Quatre answered, "I do... but I want to use it."
Trowa froze and felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. << On me?
>>
"Should I bring Duo in here then? Maybe you can give me a few tips."
Quatre glanced at the room.  "It's... going to be a tight fit..." His eyes
lit up.
Trowa had a sinking feeling he wasn't going to like this, but all the same
time he felt himself getting harder in anticipation.
"We can have a menage-au-Trowa now!!" said Quatre deliberately
mis-pronouncing the word. The blond haired boy broke out into maniacal
laughter.
The other two pilots stared at Quatre. "....."

Quatre was attempting to tickle Trowa when Heero dragged the still
uncounscious Duo into the room. 
"Waaah...He's not ticklish!" said Quatre pouting, leaving the feather to
float in front Trowa.
"What do I do with him now?" asked Heero, setting the American pilot in
one of the chairs. 
Quatre rubbed himself against Heero, "Can we dress him up first? Can we?
Can we?"
"Just... how many outfits do you have Quatre?" asked Trowa in a faint
voice.
"Ten to twenty...I lost count. Sides... I only brought three of them with
me."
Trowa gulped. << Only? >>
Heero glanced at Trowa, then at Duo. "What did you have in mind?"
Quatre looked over at Duo, lying there with a boneless grace that reminded
him of a pampered cat. "I know!" He giggled and floated over to his press
and began rummaging around.  "Lady in Red.... is dancing with me...." sang
Quatre.

Duo awoke slowly. He itched in his crotch but when he moved to scratch, he
discovered he couldn't move his hands. His eyes flew open and he found
himelf tied to a chair.
A low moan caught his attention and he craned his head backwards, peering
through the sea of his unbound hair to see something he'd never have
expected.
Everyone was naked except for Trowa. 
Duo's eyes widened in disbelief. << Holy SHIT! >>
Trowa was dressed like a girl, the black skirt riding high, and the
panties he was wearing pulled down around his knees. He was tied to the
bed post with Quatre behind him, kissing him, screwing him... Heero was in
front slowly giving Trowa a blow job.
Duo blushed even as he felt himself go hard at the sight.
Duo glanced down at himself wondering why he itched. He was wearing a red
translucent camisole and he could see that he had a bra underneath that. A
red and black bra. He squirmed trying to figure out why his crotch itched.
Focusing really hard he could see the outline of... black and red lace
panties. Matching garters? Fishnet stockings?! A pair of black stiletto
heels were secured to his feet by tiny locks on the ankle clasps. "Oh my
gaaawd..."

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Odin:   What are you looking at? The hated universe that robbed you 
        of everything? Or you who have no identity? 
Jr:     Why have we come to this colony?
Odin:   To abandon you.....

Odin Lowe and Odin Lowe Jr (aka Heero Yuy) - Endless Waltz Novel pt.1
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