Kikumaru wasn't in practice that afternoon, which meant that Oishi was unavoidably distracted. Tezuka put him in a practice match with Fuji, to wake him up, but Oishi lost easily and the lines of worry in his brow never disappeared.

After practice, Oishi left quickly, instead of waiting for Tezuka to close up like he usually did. Tezuka didn't mind, but he was already planning how many laps he would make Kikumaru run tomorrow. For skipping practice he usually gave twenty laps, but since if Kikumaru missed practice it meant that Oishi wasn't really there either, Tezuka might make him run an extra twenty.

Tezuka was walking home and pondering if it was better to make Kikumaru run twenty laps at the beginning of practice and twenty after, rather than all in one go, when he heard Kikumaru's voice.

"Nya, I didn't mean to skip, I just lost track of time."

Tezuka looked around but he couldn't see Kikumaru anywhere.

"It's okay, I was just worried."

Oishi wasn't anywhere in sight either.

"Tezuka will make me run laps."

Since there was no one around who could see him, Tezuka allowed himself to smirk. Not being the type to listen into other's people's conversations, he resumed his walk home. It wasn't until he had walked down the stairs that Tezuka turned around and saw the Golden Pair, sitting on top of a big green container, kissing.

Maybe he would just make Kikumaru run twenty laps, or else Oishi might worry too much.

"Why are you hiding under my desk?"

Duo looked up at Heero and tried his best to give him an innocent smile.

Heero sighed. "What did you do?"

"Me?" Duo tried to look insulted at the accusation, but one look at Heero's eyes told him that he was wasting his time. Heero knew him to well. "I kind of accidentally spilled super glue on Une's chair."

Heero's eyes widened slightly, a sure signed that he was either impressed or afraid for Duo's safety. He sat down on his chair, but pulled it back enough so he could still look at Duo. "And this is the best hiding place you could find?"

"She posted agents on all the exits. I'm just waiting for an opening, but I figured that in the mean time you'll protect me, right?" Duo flashed Heero his brightest smile.

"I don't know," Heero replied, casually. "I'm not sure I'm brave enough to go against Une."

"Hey!" Duo slapped Heero's leg. "I'm your boyfriend. You are supposed to protect me."

Heero raised an eyebrow. "Really? And here I thought my boyfriend was a self sufficient Gundam pilot."

Grabbing Heero's legs, Duo pulled him closer to the desk, until he could only see a hint of Heero's eyes through a small crack between the desk and Heero's chest. "Here's the deal. You'll protect me from Une and," Duo ran his fingers over Heero's crotch slowly, "you won't have to be a self sufficient Gundam pilot yourself."

Heero shook his head once but then Duo nuzzled his cheek on Heero's crotch. With a shuddering breath, Heero agreed. "Deal."

Duo unzipped Heero's pants and licked his lips slowly. It had been complicated plot, but even if Une managed to find him, Duo felt is was worth it.

Quatre was right; office sex was way more interesting if you added an extra adrenaline factor.

"Over my lap, Quatre." Duo's voice was firm and left no room for argument. Quatre wanted to smile but he forced his lips to stay in a thin line and his head to stay down as he crawled towards Duo and did as he was told.

"You may grab onto my leg for support." For a second, for just one second, Quatre wanted to turn around and see if Duo was smirking. But he didn't. He just wrapped his fingers around Duo's leg, feeling the fabric of Duo's jeans and being even more aware of the fact that he was completely naked, laying over the lap of his fully clothed best friend… who was holding a paddle in his hand.

"How about ten?" Duo asked, as he lazily caressed Quatre's ass. Quatre opened his mouth to reply but a light slap landed on his thighs and he quickly closed his mouth. "Don't answer. You don't get a say in it anyway."

If he really wanted to, Quatre just had to stand up and walk away, but he didn't, so he stayed. Nothing happened and Quatre realized Duo was waiting for something. Quatre rolled his eyes and said. "Thank you?"

Another light slap landed on Quatre's thighs. "That didn't sound grateful enough," Duo said. "You can count and thank me after each one, so you'll learn."

Quatre felt a shiver run down his back, and his cock, trapped against Duo's leg, twitched in anticipation.

Quatre winced when he felt the paddle connect, not harshly but most definitely not lightly, against his ass. He took a deep breath and said, "One. Thank you."

And the paddle landed again, and again, and again, and with each smack Quatre pressed himself harder against Duo's lap, and the moment he said the last "thank you", Duo pulled him up, kissed him, touched him, and then fucked him.

And when the night was over, Duo thanked Quatre before falling asleep on his arms.

I think I'm slowly getting sucked into the 3=4 fandom...

Yay!!!
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Trowa left his trailer, hair still wet, dripping on his t-shirt, and hurried over to the side of the lion cages, where he knew Quatre was waiting for him. He heard Quatre's laugh even before he saw him, standing by the cages and surrounded by floating soap bubbles. Quatre watched them, only moving to the side if he noticed one was coming too close to him.

"The fun part of popping them," Trowa said, walking closer. He didn't really know if this was true but the kids who came to the circus always seemed to enjoy that part more.

Quatre blew some more bubbles. "That's what the boy who showed me how to make them said." Quatre shrugged. "I like to watch them. They make the place look like something out of a fairy tale."

Trowa approached Quatre, making sure to avoid all the bubbles he could, and put his arms around him. "And I'm prince charming?"

Quatre shook his head. "Of course not." He raised his chin. "I am."

"I don't do a good princess," Trowa replied.

"You have a different tale in mind." Quatre turned in a circle blowing bubbles around them. "This one is called The Prince and The Clown. No princesses."

"I'm not sure I like that title," Trowa said, but he was smiling.

"Any better ideas?"

Trowa held Quatre's wrist and started pulling him to his trailer. "Let's write the story first, leave the title for last."

Quatre laughed. "Isn't that disorganized?"

Trowa smirked. "There's no reason to hold up the action while waiting for a name."

"Yes," Quatre agreed, and kissed Trowa, slowly and deeply. "Inspiration will strike at the right moment."