While Quatre dealt with the remainder of the groceries, Heero was clutching the clothing bags to his chest as he stared at Zechs, who was looking right back. "There are clothes in these bags."

Zechs took a step forward, and Heero took a step back. "May I see what you got?"

"Yes. We thought you could use some clothes." Quatre put in and yawned. It was nearly midnight now.

"But I'm not sure you've earned the chance to see what they are..." Heero lifted his chin, smirking as he took in Zechs' indignant expression. Quatre covered a small giggle with his hand. It looked like Heero was feeling playful.

"What do you mean I haven't earned it??" Zechs moved forward and Heero shook his head with a tisk as he retreated.

Quatre yawned again and tried to keep his eyes open. *Hey! Wait a minute!* He suddenly thought. "Heero..." He looked up trying to lock eyes with the blue eyed boy.

Heero turned his head a bit, looking over to Quatre as his fingers riffled through one of the bags. "Yes Quatre?"

"Ummm... The car? You know... What I said earlier?" Quatre kept his expression completely neutral as he said so; hoping Heero would pick up on the meaning.

"Of course, was there something more I should know about that?" Heero moved back, settling the bags on the floor behind him.

"Like what?" Quatre stood up and pushed his chair back into the table.

Heero gestured vaguely towards Zechs, moving back towards the taller blonde who was now backing away. "Just anything I should know."

"Umm..." Quatre blushed a little. "I can't think of anything at the moment. Hang on a sec. I need to retrieve something from the bedroom. You wanna meet me outside?" He asked as he started down the hallway.

"Certainly!" Heero turned back to Zechs. "The clothes in the bag that fit you in are yours." Heero then turned, moving outside the door after spinning on his heel.

Quatre smiled and continued to the bedroom, grabbing his bag and making sure it still had the lube in it and nearly sprinted back outside, practically giddy with excitement. Heero was leaning on the car outside, and Zechs had retreated with the bags by the time Quatre breezed back through. Heero did have the consideration to finger something else he'd tucked away in his clothes. He had a suprize for Quatre. He'd tucked that cock set into his own personal naked pocket with his gun. He was laughing quietly to himself when Quatre found him.

"Hi!" Quatre greeted warmly seeing Heero smile. "Shall we?" He indicated to the car still in front of him, the front end looking like it'd seen better days.

Heero tipped his head, pulling the car door open and ducking into the back seat. He found it rather bad of him to slip from knowing nothing to craving sexual interplay with the other pilots so quickly, but he didn't regret the change. He'd felt nothing for the other people they'd seen that day, so he had no reason for concern. Quatre dived in after him threw his bag of treasures to the floor and immediately pounced Heero, pressing his lips to the blue eyed boy making a loud moan as he did so. Heero felt the kiss as he was pressed into the seat of the car, his eyes getting a little wide at the enthusiasm before he responded, moving his hands out from between them. Quatre pulled away, smiling and leaned over remembering to shut the door. Even if it was dark out and there wasn't much of a chance they'd be interrupted... Still it made the fantasy complete.

Heero took a deep breath as Quatre leaned across him to close the door; his dark eyes following the movement at Quatre shrouded them in the car entirely. Heero was splayed on his back, bent knees spread with one pressed against the seat back and the other on the floorboard. "You've always had this fantasy?"

Quatre shrugged. "Yeah, for a while... I don't know why... It just appeals to me." He leaned forward a little, resting his palms on the seat closer to Heero, smiling warmly.

Heero shimmed his hips from side to side a little as he slid further into the seat, his tank top sliding up a little while he gazed up at Quatre with hooded eyes. Other than that he was expressionless, but his eyes were already simmering. "An escape from everything?" His voice is quiet and a little breathy. It was astounding how easily he could slide into the sexual mode now that he'd gotten a proper taste of it.

Quatre moved closer to Heero; nearly sitting on his lap, one leg nearly draped over Heero's lap as he wrapped his hands around Heero's neck to nuzzle his face. "Escape..." He drawled slowly. "I'm not sure... I never got to be a normal teenager and do this kind of thing... Plus, it's that forbidden thing."

Heero's breath caught a little as he felt the barely callused fingers curl around his neck, and he slid his fingers over Quatre's sides while a shiver worked down his spine. Where Quatre had his hands was oddly appealing. "So it is escape, are you getting what you never got before?" Heero's voice remained quiet though his eyes closed further.

Quatre trailed his lips over Heero's face kissing him softly all over before giving Heero a deep kiss on the lips licking them softly and pulling back again. He smiled and purred lightly, "Ask me again after." He leaned in for another kiss.

Heero shivered again, leaning up into the kiss as far as the hands against his throat would allow. "I will." Heero groaned a little then met the lips above his own again while he curled his fingers into Quatre's jacked, curling the material around his hands.

Quatre deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Heero's mouth. He pulled himself into Heero's lap, his hands readjusting themselves to rest on Heero's waist, pulling his tank top from his shorts in preparation to remove Heero's clothing. Heero pushed back the unwanted flutter of disappointment before arching his back a little, aiding Quatre in removing his shirt while he continued to return the kiss, his tongue tracing Quatre's lower lip. The blonde's hands grabbed Heero around the waist and pulled him slightly, wanting him to move, but not quite knowing where he wanted him to go. Quatre pulled his mouth back a little to nibble on Heero's lower lip, grinning as he did so.

Heero groaned a little, his hips following Quatre's hands as he was pulled. "How do you want me to move?" It's a sultry whisper, the dark blue eyes showing with the wash of moonlight through the window.

"First," Quatre purred, his hands trailing down to the waistband of Heero's jeans, his hands fumbling with the buttons before unsnapping them, "I want these off."

Heero lifted his hips, his fingers sliding from Quatre's shirt to his waistband to assist, pushing the material from his hips. "I can do that. And then what do you want me to do?"

"Hmm..." Quatre tapped his chin with his finger pretending to think, with a silly grin on his face. "Lay down." he said after a moment and stood up as best as he could in the back of the car, to let Heero move.

Heero slid down the side of the car to the seat, his sneaker-clad feet scooting from one floor panel to the other as his bent foot touched the opposite side of the car. His tank top moved mostly up his stomach. "Like that?"

"Yes. That will do." Quatre laid himself back over Heero, propping one hand on the floor of the car to hold himself up and the other went to tangle itself in Heero's hair as he began a slow exploration of Heero's neck.

Heero closed his eyes, tilting his head further back with a groan. He didn't believe in underwear, so he was partially nude. "You had a bag with you?" Heero slid his hands back to Quatre's jacket, sliding underneath to clutch his shirt.

"Mm-hmm." Quatre purred and lifted his head to gaze at Heero. "Did you need something?" Quatre asked again, his hands going to pull Heero's tank top off.

"Just curious what you might... Have in it." There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that could not be seen because his hair was back in his face as he said that. He'd filched the things he found of most interest in that bag while Quatre wasn't looking, but he was curious if it was noticed.

"Well let's pull some things out to try ne?" Quatre reached for his bag and sat up, pulling his knees under him. He fished around in side for a moment; he didn't want to pour them out like this morning, lest something roll under a seat. "Hmm, why don't you pull out something that looks interesting?" Quatre offered and handed the bag to Heero.

Heero quirked his lips, and instead of sitting up as he received the bag, he tipped it over his chest, pouring the few things left inside it out over himself so he could look at them. "Looks like the most fun thing isn't here." Referring of course to the item he now considered essential.

"And what would that be?" Quatre asked, his hands going to play with the few items on Heero's chest. He grabbed one of his vibrators and turned it on and placed it over Heero's chest, hoping that he would get his nipple.

Heero's breath drew in sharply, but he held Quatre's eyes. "What did I use before?" He asks the question in return as his answer, his fingers flicking most of the toys off of him, but not the handcuffs.

"You mean the cock-rings?" Quatre bent over to retrieve the tossed off items. He didn't want to lose any of these.

"I suppose I do." He had them, but it wasn't time to tell Quatre that just yet, he wanted to see what the blondes reaction was when he pulled them out.

"That's the only thing I used on you last night. I showed you this but I didn't use it on you." Quatre put the last of the items back in the bag, and then sifted through it again. "I don't see that cock ring in here anywhere! I have another one, but I can't find the one we used this morning." Quatre bent over to search the floor again, thinking that maybe Heero had tossed it somewhere.

When Quatre was bent over looking, Heero drew the rings out, barely suppressing his amusement. "I see. I have that."

"You already had them... Why didn't you say so?" Quatre looked baffled before smiling. "Do you want to use them again... Or try something new?" He began to rub his hand over Heero's stomach, teasing his navel with agile fingers.

"I don't trust myself without them." Another layer to his self-imposed securities, though his choices were rather odd. Of course, it likely was telling to Quatre that the handcuffs were the one item Heero *didn't* flick away.

"And what about these handcuffs?" Quatre picked them up and dangled them before Heero's nose. "You left them here for a reason, ne?" He leaned over and gave Heero a quick kiss.

Heero returned the kiss, then sank back to the car seat. "I'm discovering a few things." Heero trailed his hand away from Quatre, lightly fingering his own throat as he watched Quatre handle the cuffs.

"Like what?" Quatre asked, genuinely curious. He rested his hands on Heero's stomach and leaned over to just watch his face.

Heero moved his fingers from his own throat and took one of Quatre's hands, splaying back where his own fingers had rested before. "Some things feel good." He pressed against Quatre's fingers, adding a little pressure as he caught his breath, shivering just a little.

"And my toys... Help you feel good?" Quatre purred. "What else makes you feel good?" Quatre asked as he suddenly stripped Heero of his shirt, so that he was completely nude.

Heero shivered at the sudden air, only his feet having remained covered. "Not what I meant." He knew Quatre wasn't dense, and he wrapped his fingers around Quatre's wrist, adding pressure to his own throat before closing his eyes. He used his thumb to stroke the delicate fingers over his throat. He was making sure that yes, this was what he liked, and found it was.

Quatre decided to give it a try, and leaned over to trail his own fingers along Heero's neck. He smiled as he did so. "Cold?"

"Not cold." Heero felt another flicker of disappointment when he lifted his fingers away only to have Quatre trail his fingers and lighten the pressure.

Quatre laughed. "Shall I warm you up then?" He rubbed his hands over Heero's chest, as he moved himself into a more comfortable sitting position.

Heero let his breath out in a sigh. Quatre could be so dense at times. Heero's fingers nimbly slid the rings around his own aroused state, having figured them out from last time. "I'm burning already." Heero drew Quatre's fingers to his lips. "I like your fingers at my throat Quatre." Maybe that would be direct enough.

"Oh." Quatre replied and felt kind of silly. He put his fingers on Heero's throat again, applying a bit more pressure this time.

Heero tips his head back, welcoming the gesture, his eyes closing slightly. "I won't choke." It actually made him feel warm, heating his arousal further. Apparently he was into quasi-deadly bedroom play. Go figure.

Quatre felt a little nervous but decided if it turned Heero on, that was alright. He pulled Heero up by the neck as gently as he could and kissed him roughly, pushing his back up and into the car seat. His left hand grabbed Heero's thigh and held up, as he eased himself between Heero's legs. Heero groaned, moving with the pull easily, he turned the kiss more aggressive. He knew he wasn't breakable. He left the one leg spread that had been sitting on the seat and drew the other up onto the cushion; his sneaker clad foot resting on the edge as Quatre moved it. He pulled his face back. "I'm not breakable."

"I know." Quatre replied. "I'm not as weak as I look, and I don't want to hurt you." Quatre moved his lips away and down to Heero's collarbone and nibbled slightly. He was still fully clothed, even wearing his jacket.

"I don't care. Be rough with me, please..." Heero drew it out, tipping his head back as he brought his hands up to Quatre's shoulders, pulling him closer. He looked like a pinup splayed out like that for Quatre, and he didn't even appear to know it.

Quatre shivered wildly. Heero's words striking a deep feeling in him somewhere, he'd always wanted to treat someone rough, after being looked after so tenderly all his life. "Yes..." He whispered, his other hand flaying about on the seat next to them searching for the handcuffs that he knew where laying around here somewhere. He shivered again, as he remembered he was playing out one of his ultimate fantasies in the back of a luxury car with a gorgeous boy underneath him.

Heero lifted his head a little to look at Quatre, dark eyes fiery as he took in his response. Quatre may have wanted to control someone, but no matter what he'd done in his life until now, Heero had been in control of something all the time, and he wanted to toss it away. "Then please, show me what you can do."

"With pleasure." Quatre finally found the wayward handcuffs and grabbed them. "Give me your wrist." He said as he unlocked one.

Heero moved his hands from Quatre's shoulders, drawing them closer to his chest. "Given." His blue eyes watched the blue green ones staring at him, pleased to go along with the blond teen.

Quatre cuffed it tight and pulled on, pleased when Heero's wrist followed like a rag doll. A barely stifled groan escaped his lips. *Now... Where to put this? On my wrist? No. I'm in charge here.* Quatre looked around the back of the car for something to pin it to. *Ah ha!* His eyes landed on one of the oh shit handles in the back and he pulled Heero closer to the side of the car and wondered if he should both his wrists up there or just one, he looked at Heero silently asking permission.

Heero saw the risk and lifted an eyebrow, leaning his head back in the corner between the window and the seat. He was quite obviously asking him what he was asking *him* for. He thought he'd already given his permission as much as needed. It wasn't like he couldn't get out of them, they weren't Gundanium. Quatre nodded and slid the cuff chain through the handle and pulled Heero's wrist into the other one. He picked Heero up and leaned him up against the car door so he wasn't too uncomfortable. He then latched the other cuff to Heero's wrists and leaned back to admire his work. He laughed a little at his own thoughts as he flicked his tongue out to wet his lips.

Heero slid one leg off the seat, resting it again on the floorboard as he laid the other on the seatback. It was almost the exact position he had started in, except now he was wearing 'jewelry' instead of clothing, and was fully exposed. "Do you like what you see?"

"Very much." Quatre purred and he leaned almost jumped forward to bite Heero on the neck, his hands pushing Heero roughly into the back window of the car. Heero groaned low in his throat, his hips lifting a little towards Quatre as he felt the push and bite, even while his head tipped back. He never knew how badly he needed to be touched until the transformed pair returned to them from that mission. Now he was reveling in the realization. "Heero..." Quatre whispered as he continued to bite and nibble his way around Heero's neck and shoulders. He grabbed Heero's nipples as sharply as he could and pinched. Hard.

Heero arched up with a whimper, entirely bypassing the pain into pleasure. He could barely feel normal pain, but that kind... It turned straight into pleasure he was barely equipped to handle. "Quatre..." It was a reverent breath, his dark eyes falling shut.

"You like that?" Quatre purred and gave them another hard pinch. He adjusted his position and sat-half kneeled between Heero's legs, picking his thighs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Heero whimpered again and nodded a little, body arching up as he felt his legs wrapped around Quatre, and he crossed his ankles behind him. "Oh yes." It was a hiss of air, as he lifted his body partially off the seat entirely into the touch. He was just so sensitive to this sort of thing.

"Then what will you do if I stop?" Quatre asked and pulled away his hands running up Heero's neck again, petting it with his fingers as he continued up to rub Heero's hair. "Beg?" He tilted his own head back slightly and leaned it in towards Heero, but still out of Heero's reach.

Heero whined softly seeing that he was being teased. Teased in so many ways. He'd told Quatre about that lovely choking sensation, and now he wanted verbal too? "Quatre..."

"Quatre what?" Quatre asked. He leaned forward, placing his Adams apple in front of Heero's lips now, holding Heero's head in place. He rolled his hips lightly into Heero's as he did so.

Heero moaned quietly. "Quatre... More..." He didn't want to beg. At least, he didn't think he wanted to, but he wasn't sure anymore. He lifted his hips against Quatre, taking advantage of his hands being elsewhere.

"Heero. Kiss me." Quatre commanded, his hands still rubbing forcefully in Heero's hair.

Heero leaned forward, placing an open mouth kiss against Quatre's lips, groaning quietly as he clenched his hands, letting his arms just hang as he leaned forward, feeling the slight pull.

Quatre moaned and took control of the kiss, not wasting any time to plunder Heero's mouth. His hands left Heero's hair and he wrapped one around Heero's neck and pushed him away, slamming his head into the glass window. "You call that a kiss?" He growled out. "You okay?" He whispered a second later, just making sure.

Heero merely groaned, eyes hooded, but by no means showing pain. "What sort of kiss did you want?" He sounded so sultry, tone heavy with arousal. His breath was a little harder, but in a good sort of panting.

"I want a good kiss." Quatre growled trying to look as fierce as possible. His hand ran up, his fingernails clawing Heero as he grabbed his jaw forcefully and kissed him again. Heero whimpered into the kiss and leaned into him, tongue flicking out as he put all his effort into the kiss. It was still a new thing to him, so he could only try for enthusiasm. Quatre pulled away, giving Heero a rough bite on his lower lip. "That was slightly better. Although I'm still a little displeased." He pulled away, grabbing Heero's legs and pulling them apart a tad as he looked around for his bag. Heero flicked his tongue out over his bottom lip, tasting a hint of his own blood that Quatre had pulled away too fast to notice and he groaned, parting his legs readily for the other teen as they were pushed. Quatre located his bag again and pulled out the nipple clamps he used this morning. "Close your eyes." He commanded. He set the bag in the back window tipping it over for easier access.

Heero did as ordered, the tone sending shivers down his spine. He knew already he'd turn all his triggers off at the first hint of danger, but for now he was enjoying them. "Done."

"Good." Quatre put a nipple clamp each hand and rubbed them over Heero's nipples. "Remember these?" He opened them once giving Heero a tiny pinch, barely a caress before pulling them away again.

Heero whimpered; he remembered exactly what they were. "Yes... Yes I do..." It's a croon as he arches his back, eyes staying closed lest he take them away. He liked them.

Quatre suddenly snapped them on, with a loud click sounding like a mousetrap. He didn't wait and pulled them harder towards himself, He grabbed Heero's lips and kissed him roughly again, biting Heero's lips forcefully between licks. Heero made a low sound in his throat that was somewhere between a groan and a whimper, head tilted back as he curved under the onslaught of different sensations. There was a hint of blood in the kiss, but Heero didn't pull back from it, just pressing closer. He lifted his body as close to Quatre's clothed one as he could, the legs wound around him pressing them together. Quatre moaned and pulled his mouth away his hands twisting the tassels and pulled them back. He leaned his head over and bit Heero hard on the shoulder, growling as he did so, pushing his arousal into Heero, feeling his legs tighten at his waist.

Heero whimpered; head falling back as the lips again clamped onto his skin. "Quatre, more... You haven't been in me... Please?" Heero really was doing a good job of avoiding outright begging.

"Are you telling me what to do?" Quatre spat and pulled away pushing Heero back against the door, using his hips to push him forward as well. "I'm in control here." He ground out and grabbed the tassels yanking them downwards and snapping them off with a rough tug. "Now... If you beg me nicely... I *might* be tempted to put these back on." He rolled his hips into Heero's again, using his foot to propel him forward in a slightly rough trust.

Heero yelped softly, shuddering as the tassels were yanked roughly away and he was shoved into the door. He tipped his head back with a whimper then. "Wasn't telling... Just... please..." Heero's voice was a soft keen, pleasure taking off the edge on his pride.

"Hmm..." Quatre smirked. "Your begging is pitiful." Quatre put the tassels in the back window and stripped off his jacket. He reached into his bag searching for something different.

Heero shook his head in a slight denial. "Not begging... asking..." His voice was breathless, and he cracked his eyes open a little, looking at Quatre from under his lashes.

"What did I tell you?" Quatre snarled, then grabbed Heero's neck and squeezed. "You have to beg for it if you want it!" His hand found something, not what he was looking for, but something just as good. He held it up to his lips and licked it just slightly before trailing it down Heero's stomach and rubbing it between his balls.

Heero groaned, the sound trailing into a whimper as he took in the pressure at his neck, the feeling making him go boneless in pleasure. He knew he'd have bruises all over, but he didn't care. His voice is barely discernable from a moan. "Oh please... please..."

"Please what? Please pull it away?" Quatre pulled the toy away as he said so. "Please kiss me, Please make me a sandwich?" Quatre decided to try something new and gave Heero a loud smack on the chest with his toy, grinning at the loud semi-wet slap it made. Heero whimpered, eyes opening further at the unexpected motion. He was reaching incoherencey and dipped down into a chant of please, his body writhing in place.

"Please what?" Quatre's tone was one of exasperation now. "I don't know what to do if you don't tell me." He slapped Heero with his toy again, making sure to hit a nipple this time, as his hand went up to grab the back of Heero's hair to pull it.

Heero felt the pull and whimpered, tipping his head back into the movement. "Take me... please..." Quatre had never heard the boy use the word so much in all the time he had known him. Not that he used it often.

Quatre bit his lip, smiling. He wondered if he should continue this and ask again. "Take you where?" He decided to toy with Heero a little more, his hand pulling again. He smacked one of Heero's thighs with his toy before running it behind Heero's balls towards his entrance.

Heero lifted his hips in an instant as he felt the teasing touch. "Quatre..." Heero could say no more, the pleasure finally pulling him under in it's tide as his body strained in it's confinement toward Quatre.

"Please take you up the ass?" Quatre clarified, taking it easy on Heero as he searched for the nipple clamps again. He knew that Heero liked them.

"Oh yes..." Heero closed his eyes again, the words a sigh of relief as he said them, but also a plea. He wanted, but this was Quatre's show.

Quatre reclamped Heero's nipples and pulled away, disentangling Heero's legs from himself to unbutton his khakis and slip them off. He reached out for the lube and quickly coated two fingers and pushed them roughly into Heero's entrance hoping that Heero liked it and he wasn't too rough.

Heero arched roughly up into the action, a low moan tearing from him. He pushed his feet into the seat as he moved into the movement. "Yes, yes, yes..." It's a low murmuring hiss of approval.

Quatre pulled his fingers out a moment later and wrapped Heero's legs around his waist again. He pushed himself forward into the tight pucker as rough as he could, biting Heero on his shoulder as he did, his hands squeezing Heero's hips sharply with quite a bit of strength that was rather surprising seeing as how it came from Quatre.

Heero drew a sharp breath, eyes flying open as he felt Quatre open and enter him. He hadn't expected so much strength from Quatre... He'd definitely have bruises. "Oh!" Heero tipped his head back, his skin breaking under this bite.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" Quatre asked and suddenly pulled away, his persona returning to the gentle Quatre he usually was, a worried expression on his face as he studied Heero. The second Quatre acted as though he was about to pull away, Heero growled, tightening his legs sharply around Quatre as though daring him to pull away. He was just fine, but he wouldn't be if Quatre left him there like that. "Alright then." Quatre smiled, before thrusting sharply back forward, banging Heero's tailbone into the panel of the door. "You don't tell me what to do." He growled, getting back into their game. Heero didn't really relax, but he lifted his hips up into the pounding thrusts, deciding that Quatre's growl needed no answer beyond his array of groans and whimpers. "I want you to scream my name." Quatre said a moment later, giving several rough thrusts, his breathing speed up. It wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. He bit Heero's lip again, his hands coming up to squeeze the tassels again, He pushed the car floor with his foot, trying to get better leverage for his thrusts.

Heero could follow such an order, the shout falling from his lips seconds later as he panted in his wash of pleasure. "Quatre!" His head tipped back immediately after, more words tumbling from his lips at a much quieter volume. All sounded distinctly like "Yes." Quatre thrust more sharply into Heero upon hearing that, fingers tugging on the clamps harder, while his hips sped up and his breath became very loud in Heero's ears. Heero keened, swept entirely away in his wash of pleasure. He'd have reached his climax long ago had he been able, and his body arched up into Quatre's with every added thrust, his hands closed tight as his body was liberally used.

"Heero..." Quatre growled, one hand going down to fumble with Heero's arousal, pumping it roughly. He searched for the clasp wanting Heero to come with him. Heero was too lost to fear it, his body lending it's own aid to Quatre even if his mind would have rebelled. At the moment his mind wasn't really having anyone home, too focused on the pleasure he was feeling.

Quatre finally released the clasp and let the cock ring fall to the floor. He moved his legs and turned their bodies so that both his feet were on the car floor, his thrusts slowing down in tempo as he moved. Heero's back arched into an orgasm when the ring was pulled free, the feeling of Quatre's body and his own driving Heero over the edge, and his mind came back with a crack even as the orgasm shook him. Quatre thrust fiercely several more times and pulled on Heero's nipple tassels as he too came in Heero with a loud choked gasp, throwing his head back as pleasure spiraled out of his body.

Heero came back down fast, body shaking as he felt Quatre come in him. Oh that was what he'd wanted, but Quatre had gone and pulled him too soon. That was something his other wanted, not he. Too late now though. He was panting harshly, trying to gather himself up. "Want down."

Quatre's eyes opened slowly not quite focusing on Heero. His expression sharpened. "No." He remained where he was, still panting loudly.

Heero shook his head. "No, I need down." He was slipping quickly from playfully sexual to coldly trying not to panic. Quatre hadn't waited long enough...

"Who's in control here? You or me?" Quatre growled out still playing. He pulled on one of Heero's tassels as he spoke.

Heero shook his head, meeting Quatre's eyes. "Let me down, I'm done." He would've been just fine had Quatre not gotten greedy. He had, and now Heero wanted to get dressed.

"Alright." Quatre growled and reached out for the key to undo Heero's handcuffs, pulling himself out of Heero as he did so. He located the key and locked the cuffs and took them off and put them back in his bag. "I'm sorry." Quatre whispered. "I thought you might be ready."

Heero sat up, head shaking as he heard what Quatre had to say, his fingers scooping up the rings he come to associate as 'his' and tucking them away before removing the clamps, his hand dropping them into the bag as he reached for his clothes. He was bruised all over.

Quatre got dressed as well feeling much worse. "I'm sorry." He said it again as he zipped up his jacket. "I don't want you to... err... That is..." Quatre had a hard time forming the words.

Heero's lips quirked as he felt the pang from the bites and bruises, relaxing almost instantly as he felt it, a smile curving his lips. "You were greedy." Heero already knew he was going to get giggly. Not aroused perhaps until the climax faded from his mind, but giggly. It seemed worse that his *normal* self would be like that.

Quatre went speechless as he heard the start of giggles. "Were you playing with me?" He said, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"No, you were playing with me, remember?" Heero quirked his lips, another small titter escaping his lips as he pulled his jeans up over his hips with a giggle that had the bruises at his hips flare in mild pain.

Quatre smirked. "I remember." He smacked Heero, playfully in the chest, "You little bastard. You had me really worried there for a minute." He leaned over and gave Heero a sweet kiss.

Heero leaned back from the kiss instinctively, ducking to the side to kiss Quatre's cheek. "I'm alright."

"I'm so glad." Quatre replied, though he was disappointed Heero was again dodging kisses. He double checked the car for any wayward toys and decided there were one. "That was a lot of fun. Thanks Heero. I appreciate it."

"Aside from the last, was it what you wanted?" Heero leaned forward, running his fingers over Quatre's cheek before lifting up the tatters of his shirt then dropping them again. "Good that we got clothes."

"Yes. It was nice. Although if you like, I'd like to try again. I realized about halfway through, that pinning you to the 'oh shit' handle wasn't really a position I would like you in. But..." Quatre smiled brightly caressing Heero's thigh gently. "It was fun. Oh yeah! I just lost my virginity again!"

Heero giggled again. "Next time, no touching the personal accessories until later, hmmm?" Heero nipped at Quatre's cheek, then crawled from the car, his chest exposed as he turned to look at Quatre. "Come, let's see what you did."

"Alright." Quatre grinned and followed Heero out of the car, "We should get to bed, it's probably after 1am." He stood up and stretched languidly. He looked at the house. It was completely dark.

Heero moved into the kitchen, flipping on the light, the marks littering his body showing in full light for the first time. "I want to eat first."

"Whoa..." Quatre exhaled. "Heero...I think you might want to wear a turtleneck for a few days..." *I didn't think I got him that bad... I really got carried away.*

Heero tilted his head with an obscenely non Heero-like giggle and shook his head. "No thanks."

"Er... Okay." Quatre stretched and leaned up against the counter, simply watching Heero fix something to eat. "You're cute you know that?" Quatre purred as he watched. Heero spun on his heel, his gaze mildly shocked before the giddy giggling resumed and he shook his head in a mild denial, nibbling at his food. "No really." Quatre laughed as he walked over to Heero, moving up behind him and wrapping his arms around Heero's waist then nuzzling him gently. "I have to thank you. Now I've lost my virginity both ways..." He purred, closing his eyes.

Heero quirked his lips. "None of you have even gotten a willing orgasm out of me yet, I'm still a virgin that way." His voice carried faint traces of amusement before he starts to giggle again, leaning back into Quatre. "Hopefully none of the other others will be upset to see all the marks."

"Is that a challenge?" Quatre teased and kissed Heero. "Yeah, I hope not... Sorry about that." Quatre stepped away from Heero and traced one mark with his finger softly.

Heero giggled again as Quatre traced the mark and he finally seemed to *realize* just what he was doing. "My god, those marks you left are making me into a fool!" Heero shook his head, trying to stave off further giggles.

"Guess I should leave some more then, ne?" Quatre bit the upper part of Heero's arm gently, just teasing. He laughed loudly before covering his mouth remembering that others were still sleeping. "Hey! I got an idea! Let's go trounce Zechs!" Heero allowed a giggle to escape him, already heading for the door as he heard the suggestion. "Love to!"