Trowa was simply relaxing on the bed, his eyes still shut, keeping his ears open for Heero. He opened his eyes, slowly, nervously. "Heero?"

Heero peered out as he felt Quatre thunder away, but he didn't move, still curled over on the bed in a much too sharp haze of pleasure. He wanted it over and done, but not the way it happened before. Of course, there was no stopping it if Trowa pushed on him; he'd topple right over so Trowa could get the rings off.

"Would you like me to get some cold water? Would that help?" Trowa asked concerned. He hated to see Heero like this and he wanted it over and done with as well. Heero didn't answer, only understanding that Trowa was speaking as he let out a soft whimper, bursting into action as he pounced onto Trowa and started nuzzling at him. The contact calmed his mind, but not his body; he was almost past the fear now. "Ack!" Trowa let himself be pounced and laughed softly over the nuzzle. "You sure you're okay?" He asked as he kneaded Heero's back. "I don't want you to be... Scared again."

Heero lifted his head, meeting Trowa's gaze with unfocused silver and blue as he leaned forward with another nuzzle, giving a faint whimper as he straddled Trowa. "Heero?" Trowa tried again, sitting up and gripping Heero's wrists gently. He didn't think Heero was listening at all.

Heero met his gaze steadily and tugged a little at his hands as he squirmed, but there was not a whit of recognition to his own name. He'd only been going by Heero a few years; he grew up as Odin...

Trowa leaned forward, "Heero?"

Nothing. Heero was beyond anything but three specific titles, and that one wasn't on the list, though he got a faintly puzzled edge to his look, as though trying to figure out just whom Trowa was speaking to.

"Are you okay? Say something to me." Trowa tried again, confusion and concern washing over him. He was wondering what was going on, and where had Quatre gone? Trowa could sure use his help right about now.

Heero cocked his head to the side, leaning forward with a purr. "Yes?" He was still in there, just all bad things and current events weren't on his mind. At all.

Trowa smiled a little. "Just making sure you are alright." He let go of Heero's wrists and settled back into the bed.

Heero nuzzled at Trowa again, another unintentional shiver adding to the other, lesser, trembles as he ran his hands over Trowa's torso. No more fear in there. All that was in his mind was the pleasure and the touch. And of course the voice of the person he was touching if he tried hard enough. His body wanted done, but he was by and far shaking too badly to do anything.

"Do you need something?" Trowa asked, chuckling slightly. Heero was still looking pretty frisky, and he didn't mind too much. Although, something struck him as odd, and he didn't want to push Heero too far, lest he panic again.

Then Heero did the unexpected that even throughout everything that had happened with him in the past few days, was *still* completely unexpected. He gave Trowa a wide, open, sweet and seductive all at once grinned before nibbling at Trowa's jaw. Trowa blinked in pure shock. He tilted his head back and encouraged the nibbling, his hands running over Heero's back, before giving the nipple tassels that were still there a small tug. If Heero was so open when aroused... It wasn't a bad thing.

Heero hissed in a breath then whimpered, freezing in place before laughing quietly as he nuzzled at Trowa's neck. He'd gone to a place where he felt free to act entirely different in his head. The potent arousal didn't hurt anymore, it was just there, and it made him shake, but it didn't hurt. Trowa was slowly starting to feel aroused again hearing Heero laugh. He'd never heard him laugh before, and he was suddenly delighted. He gave the nipple clamps another pull and wondered what other toys Quatre had. Heero was crawling all over Trowa, his arms twining around his neck as he growled softly with the tug, his head then dipping so he could kiss Trowa deeply and eagerly, his body plastered to the one he was straddling quite happily. Trowa returned the kiss eagerly, one eye open, gazing about the room for the toys that he knew where still somewhere on the bed, making sure to tug the nipple clamps. Every time Trowa gave him that tug Heero shuddered in pleasure. His hands slid down Trowa's chest as he broke off the kiss, happily nuzzling at Trowa's neck, then he scooted back a little, curving his back as he nibbled down Trowa's chest. Nobody knew he could bend like that...

"Wow." Trowa breathed, he was impressed. He spotted an interesting red toy on the bed and picked it up. He waved it in front of Heero's face, wondering what he might do with it. Heero came up from laying a kiss against Trowa's hipbone to study what Trowa had been waving at him, pulling the red item from his hands to get a good look at just what it was. Trowa chuckled, he didn't think Quatre had anything like this and gave it a lick, suddenly feeling very playful. Heero blinked at him, his gaze clearly puzzled as he tried to distinguish just what Trowa was doing. Of course, under the surface puzzlement was a pleased arousal that wouldn't quit, driving his expression to be so much more... *open*

"You wanna play with this?" Trowa small grin on his face. "Aren't we fortunate that Quatre left his toys for us to play with?"

Heero turned the item in his hands, leaning back and holding it above him as he studied it. "How do I do that?"

"Well, I'm not sure if this one vibrates or not. Let's see." Trowa took it from Heero and studied it for a moment before finding a switch and it hummed to life suddenly wiggling in Trowa's hand. Trowa laughed and held it out to Heero's mouth. Heero regarded Trowa, his dark eyes curiously intent, yet spacey all at once as he plucked the item from Trowa's hands, confining the wiggly toy in his grasp before bringing it to his mouth to suck on it. He didn't mind that it was vibrating in the least. In his current state, the room could have caved in and he'd have not cared.

Trowa moaned softly again, his erection slowly returning. He gripped Heero's arm loosely and slowly brought it down, guiding the hand with the vibrator down to Heero's body, and placing it against Heero's balls. He smiled at Heero and leaned forward to kiss him. Heero whimpered into the contact with the toy, his muscles starting to ache from the quivering, but going ignored as he leaned into the kiss. He set the toy aside as too much then, he could barely hold onto it anymore anyway, he was starting to get too shaky.

"You okay?" Trowa asked and pulled Heero to lean flush against his own body and lay back, pulling Heero down with him. Heero blinked at Trowa as the kiss was broken. It really wasn't healthy to get him to the state he was in for so long, but it hadn't been expected for him to be so sensitive by any of the three. "Heero." Trowa said and hugged him gently. He needed to get Heero to relax somehow. Maybe if we just lay here...

Heero's response to the hug was to nuzzle into Trowa, nibbling and kissing over his shoulder. No, just lying there wouldn't really be an option. "Mm... Heero." Trowa wasn't sure if this was such a good idea. Heero giggled, an amused giggle, and wiggled up against Trowa, his overeager shaky hands petting up along Trowa's sides. "Heero... You..." Trowa groaned. "Shouldn't do that..."

Heero whined softly as the sentence that sounded ominously like a no was spoken and nuzzled deeper into Trowa, leaning his arousal up against Trowa tightly, and the other boy could *feel* the pulse. Trowa groaned and did his best to pull away. "Heero. You really should stop. I'd love nothing more than to continue... But if you don't, you might orgasm, and you don't want that." Trowa gripped Heero's shoulders and tried to push him away, hoping he could talk some sense into the boy. *It's probably not safe to keep those rings on him for much longer too...*

Heero growled, resisting the push as much as he was able, but it wasn't much, and he fell back onto the bed, only to immediately roll onto his stomach and nuzzle at Trowa's hip, to all appearances ready to crawl right back over onto Trowa. Eager, endorphin high Heero, who was completely ignoring the orders since Trowa kept using his name. Trowa grunted in frustration and arousal, he wanted to continue, but he knew if he did that Heero would never forgive him, for allowing him to trust him.

Heero moved forward quickly, there was no risk of orgasm, not with the full set, and that was very much the problem. Heero didn't have an option anymore, it was gonna happen, like it or no. At this point he didn't much care though, as his husky words all but screamed. Then again, it was then he dropped his modified mental state on Trowa. "So..." The word was a purr. "Who's Heero?"

"What?" Trowa looked up, incredibly shocked. "But... But..." He stumbled as he looked Heero up and down, wondering what kind of game he was playing now.

"Hmm? Did you think that was me?" Heero lifted his gaze to Trowa with a small laugh and shook his head. "I don't know a Heero. I'm Odin, Junior, Kid. Take your pick. Never been a Heero." Heero ducked his head to nibble at Trowa's chest again, groaning softly in his throat as he played with Trowa.

Trowa groaned again, tossing his head back. "Well then, 'Odin'. I think you should stop this, you could end up hurting yourself, and I don't want to do that to you." He groaned again as Heero licked a nipple. "I care for you..."

"I don't feel pain." Heero shook his head as though the notion was stupid, then moved lower, ignoring his own shaking in favor of playing with Trowa, though it was slowly getting harder for him to focus on it.

"Heero... Odin. Please. You have to calm down now." Trowa spoke sternly and gently rolled Heero onto his back, encouraging him to lie still. *Perhaps that will help... Shit... What can we do to not get him to fear orgasms? This shit could be dangerous...*

Heero went with the roll, unable to fight it had he cared to. He really was getting to be a mess. "But why?" The question was a breath, and Heero sent pleading silver streaked blue eyes at Trowa.

"Because if you keep doing this, you'll come, and I don't want you to do that." Trowa's face held nothing but concern for Heero.

Heero made a face then. "Cannot! I know what I'm wearing. You can't come with all that on you." Heero sounded very much like he was rebuking Trowa. "You still haven't mentioned who you are though green eyes." Heero tugged Trowa closer to give him a nibble on his chin.

"You call me Trowa." Trowa sat away Heero hips, pulling himself up and away from the nibble. "It's not good to wear it for so long, and I can't take it off when it's all swollen like this."

Heero stared at Trowa as though uncertain if he was kidding. "Well it isn't going to get unswollen, so I think there is a problem."

"Wait here." Trowa said suddenly and bounced up off the bed and threw on some pants, he didn't know what to do. *Quatre would know!* He ran out of the room looking for Quatre, "Quatre? Quatre?" Trowa tried again as he opened the front door. Quatre was there, laying naked on the grass a content smile on his face.

Quatre cracked an eye open as he heard Trowa. "Yes?" He sounded decidedly dreamy, out of range of Heero beyond the feelings of slight arousal from the boy.

"Ummm... Heero's having some problems..." Trowa tried nervously. "I could use your help." He finished with a nod of his head back towards the door of the bedroom.

"Problems?" Quatre slowly sat up, stretching his arms over his head before dropping them as he gave Trowa a confused glance. *Surely he didn't mean..?*

"Yeah, he doesn't recognize his own name, and I'm worried that he's cut off his own blood supply, and I'm afraid to take the rings off..." Trowa trailed off and slowly walked down to the grass and extended his hand to Quatre in a 'Let's hurry' manner. Quatre grabbed the hand, letting Trowa pull him to his feet before hurrying off to save Heero. Trowa lead the still naked Quatre back to his room where Heero was still lying on the bed.

"Heero?" Quatre called, suddenly feeling a strange sensation of pleasure and a new emotion flow over his senses.

Heero immediately rolled onto his belly and crawled to the edge of the bed, gaze fixated quite firmly on Quatre, "You too huh?" Sure in the hell didn't *sound* like Heero.

Quatre took a step back in surprise before looking at Trowa nervously, who had a look or 'Do something!' plastered all over his worried fast. Quatre sat down on the bed next to Heero. "Would you like me to take that off?" he asked gently.

"Well I can't." Heero gazed downward at the ring set and extended his shaky hands to Quatre, his trembling rather visible, then he rolled over so the cause of his troubles was pressed against the bed. "Everyone here this tasty looking?"

"Huh?" Quatre asked, completely baffled. He took a very deep breath. He touched Heero's arousal as softly as he could, fumbling for the clasp. He'd never had to take it off of someone else before, and was nervous.

Heero rolled away. "Wait a sec! I asked a question." Heero was staring at Quatre pointedly.

"Yes?" Quatre froze his hand in place. "What's your question?"

"I said, is everyone one here as tasty looking as you?" Heero dropped his voice back to a purr, crawling forward to run his fingers over Quatre's belly.

Quatre was quite taken back and didn't know what to do, and just laughed albeit a bit nervously at the touch. "Thanks for the compliment." Quatre purred. "But really we need to get that off of you. I'm serious this time." Quatre tried to turn his expression more stern.

"Shit..." Trowa cursed and collapsed to sit on the floor. "He has amnesia... You realize Duo is going to kill you, right?" Trowa asked towards Quatre.

"But why? I never get to come out anymore..." Heero leaned forward quickly to nip at Quatre's chest, his fingers dancing up Quatre's skin.

"Heero. As much as I love this side of you, it's not very safe. Please?" Quatre tried again. "Let me take them off."

Heero rolled to the opposite side of the bed. "No! I never get to come out! It's all death and the annoying chilly attitude! I never even get to *see* anything!"

Quatre blinked and looked at Trowa, now he was at a loss as for what to do. "Well if you calm down, I'll let stay out." He tried still very nervous. "Here. Why don't we lay on the bed and relax?" He suggested it as he leaned over onto the bed.

"It's not your choice! He won't let me! Once the other Odin left, he wouldn't let me out anymore!" Now Heero was getting visibly upset, his tone highly pitched in the last. He also didn't let Quatre get closer. He'd been alright until he realized Heero's fear had let him out.

"Alright." Quatre tried switching gears. He sat back up and looked at Trowa. "What do you want do?" He asked Heero, voice calm.

Heero abruptly grinned. That same un-Heerolike grin that he'd beamed at Trowa. Then he crawled forward, petting his hands over Quatre. "Hmm, I kinda recognize you both now. You have something in common..."

"Oh? What's that?" Quatre asked, giving a soft smile. He beckoned Trowa to come sit on the other side of the bed with them.

"Don't know, but you seem rather familiar." Heero dipped his head abruptly, nibbling a trail over Quatre's neck before he had a chance t be halted, and another hard set of the shivers racked him, causing a whimper.

"My name is Quatre. You know me. I'm your friend." Quatre suddenly grabbed Heero in a hug and pulled him close. He didn't know what to do and was feeling very trapped.

Heero laughed quietly. "Can't get me with that one. Not allowed to get close to anyone. I know better than that! If I do then *he* certainly does!" There was genuine amusement in his voice as though having heard a very good joke. He pulled back from the hug, silver-blue gaze simmering with mirth. "Cute. Obviously lying, but cute." Heero dipped his head, nipping at Quatre's fingers idly.

*What the...This is not good! What am I supposed to do?!* Quatre was near panicking now and looked over to Trowa for help, but was only met by the same baffled expression.

Suddenly Trowa had an idea. *Where is it?* Trowa looked around and then suddenly spotted it partially hidden amongst the pillows. *Ah-ha! Please let this work!* "Odin..." He drawled, hoping that Heero would turn around.

Heero lifted his head, turning his gaze on Trowa as he heard his name, responding beautifully as he hadn't to the name of Heero.