Since there's no way we can escape it, here's the legal stuff :
I don't own Gundam Wing and its characters, they belongs to people who make less spelling mistakes than me... This fic (for those who don't know what NC17 means...) is a lemon, which means it contains graphic sex. So if you're under 18, or offended by that, I highly recommend you don't read it. (Anyway, I know you can read despite the warning, but don't cry if you're caught reading this by your mommy!)

Recipe IV : Q...Quatre?? BWUAHHAAaahahAA!!!! (Or : how the crazy weekend ended)
 
 
 

             Still fully sheathed in her, Duo blinked once , blinked twice... And pulled away silently, retreating to the farthest edge of the bed. He sat and gave Hilde a look of sheer disbelief.

"I... I think we both need some rest... We'll have a talk about this tomorrow..." Acting on his words, he grab the blanket, laid down and 'slept'... For almost three seconds.

"SHIT!!! NO!! WE DON'T TALK TOMORROW!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???!!" He suddenly yell, uh... no screamed, bawled.

"I'm sorry Duo... You're... angry?"

"No, Hildie, of course I'm not angry..." He answered, his smile dangerously sweet. "I'm MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!"

Hilde tried to hide under the blanket. Meanwhile Duo had started to dress, and was still ranting (madly, of course).

"IwillkillhimIwillkillhimIwillkillhimIwillkillhim... No... I WILL CRUSH HIS HEAD!!! NO! HIS BALLS FIRST!! MWUUAHAHHHRRRRRGGGGHH!!" Duo had a rather worrying snarl plastered on his face and he was now drooling. Hilde felt a cold sweat run down her spine.

Meanwhile, Quatre had awoken at the sound of Duo's hysteric screams and was now wondering if he really should get up and see what was going on. Of course there was that whole spaceheart thing, which told him to be brave, assume his mistake(s) and go face Duo in total honesty, make amend of his sins and all... And, on the other side, there was the brutal reality. He cared a lot about being true to his (space)heart, but he had to admit that he also cared a lot about keeping all his limbs, and in working order, at that. He considered the two options for a while before deciding that, anyway, Duo would find him sooner or later and he had to help Hilde. He pondered what he would (try to) say as he wandered through the longs corridors that led to Duo's room.

He finally reach the heavy wooden doors and Duo was there, drooling in a horrrible manner on a very expensive carpet. His eyes were so out of his head that, for a minute, Quatre thought that they would fall on the carpet along with the drool. He tried to look relaxed, spotting any escape issue all the while, and gave Duo a sweet and concerned smile.

"Is there anything wrong, Duo? I thought... I mean, you seemed to have a nightmare."

The second the words left his mouth, he realized he shouldn't have said it like that. Duo was turning redder by the minute and Quatre could have sworn there was steam escaping his ears and his nostrils.

"Didyoutouchmygirl?????"

"Pardon?"

"Quatre Raberba Winner, did you FUCK HILDE...............?"

Quatre found that his mind had never worked that fast, not even in the middle of a bloody battle. However, it seemed it wasn't fast enough. He finally give up, gagged his spaceheart and did the only thing one can do in such a situation. To avoid having Duo impaling him with the big tallow chandler where his hand was currently resting... He lied.

"... No... NO! Duo, how could you think such a thing!" He answered, with a reproaching look.

Behind, Duo, Hilde was blinking at him, in complete awe. Never had she thought he could have the guts to lie to one of his best friends. Duo looked back and forth. Hilde. Quatre. Hilde. Quatre. Hilde... Then his eyes when wide as he was staring at Hilde. Eventually, he burst out laughing.
Quatre and Hilde were now totally worried, having the feel that this laugh held the promise of a slow and painful death. Actually... It turned out that it didn't. Duo was still laughing to tears.

"WaHAHAHHHahhaAhHH!! Hi... Hilde... Don't tell me... Wooouuahaha!! It can't be...!!!"

Hilde kept her head bowed, waiting for the sentence.

"You... HAheeehahaha... You have phantasms about... Q... QuatraahhAHHHa????!!!"

Hilde almost fell off the bed. Quatre had to lean on the wall to stand. It couldn't possibly be real. It was too good to be true. Even science couldn't explain it. What was that? The luckiest luck of the lucks? The ultimate state of blindness? Whatever it was, it was good. And destiny was giving them a chance that would not be denied. Hilde bowed her head a bit more, spread a cute blush on her cheeks and answered sheepishly, in a whisper...

"Yes..."

Duo had calmed a bit, now, and he was looking at poor Quatre, dumbfounded, on the verge of fainting, and who didn't have to force himself at all to look surprised.

Duo threatened to resume his hysterical laughing.

"But... But I mean... QUATRE!! BWUAHAAAHAHahahahAH!!!"

The young master Winner, despite his legendary innocence and tolerance, felt that the braided threat was somewhat questioning his virility, there. And, though he knew perfectly well that, for now, humility had to be the rule, his male ego told him to grab his f... famous bread and show him right here, right now what his girlfriend really liked. Fortunatly, he was wise enough to avoid listening to the tempting voice and just smiled... Sweetly, of course.

"... Uhm... It seems you two don't need me anymore. But... Hilde should take an aspirin, she seemed to have been very shaken by your... Uhh, outburst, Duo."

"Ah... Uh, yeah! Take her to drink some stuff if ya want... But come back fast!! I definitely wanna hear more... BWUAHHHhahhahaAHh!!" Duo was sprawled on the bed, laughing his guts out once again.

They made their way silently in the corridor that led to the kitchen they know so well. Eventually, it was Hilde who broke the silence.

"... Woaw. He is..."

"Don't say it."

"So blind."

"You didn't need to say it. Anyway... May this be our lesson. We shouldn't have and we better stop now."

"You really think what you're saying?"

"Yes."

"No."

"I don't know, Hilde... He trusts us..." He said, scratching the back of his head in embarassement.

"But it's not a real betrayal... I still love him, you know." Hilde answered, trying to sound reassuring.

"And me?" Quatre cocked a skeptical eyebrow.

"You? I just find you too... Cuuuuuuuute!"

"I'm flattered." Quatre said, smirking.

"... My pleasure." She bowed.

"... Sure..."

The former Queen of the World tiptoed carefully into the dark room where Heero was snoring soundly, or so she thought...

He watched walking stealthily to the bathroom and heard the shower running. He smirked. After she was done she crept silently to bed to avoid 'waking' him up, and dozed slowly into a well deserved sleep. He smirked a bit more. It would be great.

The next morning, all the guests were supposed to join in the vast kitchen to take breakfast.
Trowa was the first to be awake. He usually was, along with Wufei, but the suspects sounds he had witnessed the previous night after leaving Relena, told him that justice boy would probably oversleep for the first time in his whole life, today. He smiled ever so slightly at the stray thought and resumed his reading of the newspaper... Until he heard someone plop themselves near him on the couch. A quick glance informed him that it was Heero, who looked surprisingly happy this morning.

"Good morning Trowa."

Trowa sweatdropped. Had Heero just greeted him? "Good morning."

"Catherine told me that your girlfriend was late, and that we'll finally meet her tonight."

"Yes. She missed her flight."

"Ah."

"Shall we go eat something?" Trowa suggested, suddenly really wanting to leave that couch.

In the kitchen were Hilde, who was shoting burning looks at Quatre from time to time, Duo, who was attempting to eat five pancakes at the same time, which prevented him to notice anything, Relena, who looked very tired (worked out?), Catherine, who has noticed the whole Qutre-and-Hilde thing and was staring at them in wonder, Wufei who had finally woken up and was trying to avoid Sally's tender hugs and under-the-table-petting, and who threatened to faint when Sally started to tell, with florid details, to Hilde and Catherine about her, or more exactly their, torrid night.
Heero and Trowa entered the kitchen and sat respectively near Relena and Catherine. Heero slid around her shoulders in an unusually tender fashion and looked at her tired features.

"My Queen needs more sleep..." He whispered in her ear, unfortunatly loud enough for Sally to hear.

"I knew it! You had your fun too last night!!" She yelled happily, a bit carried by her own experiments.

"I don't remember such a thing happening." Heero said calmly, still holding her shoulders.

Four faces became suddenly very interested in the content of their plates.

A few tense hours later...

When the night fell, Rasheed called the guests for dinner and, just before the dessert, the doorbell rang and he announced that Miss Midii Une had finally arrived.

She was welcome by several pairs of curious eyes, but by the time they reach the end of the dinner, everybody was casually chatting with the new arrivant.
After dinner, they all sat in the huge library for a last drink and, of course, Trowa's 'blonde chick', in Duo's words, was the center of the conversation. During hours and hours, the girls talked about how they had met their boyfriends, how they had kept their boyfriends, pouring an endless river of romantic stories. When they came to the topic of marriage, any single male in the room shrank to a size of approximatively two inches and Trowa would have gladly left if, the moment he was about to reach the door, he hadn't been stopped by the most infamous question he had ever been asked. As innocent as it was, he couldn't help but feel like killing Sally for asking.

"What a nice girl... Awwww, Trowa, you must have missed her a lot those last few days!" She had done it.

Heero immediatly seized the occasion. "You have no idea..."

Trowa sweatdropped. Heero knew something. But what? Was he just suspicious? He felt like fainting at the idea that he could have witnessed his 'warm' encounter with Relena in the library. He eventually opted for playing dumb. Wait and see, he told himself as he finally escaped the library, pretexting a headache.

02h17...

Quatre Tossed again and again in his bed. Last night had been rather serious. They had grazed the disaster and he couldn't help but feel all this was wrong. Very wrong. Very very ver... He was interrupted in his train of constructive thought by the sound of his door creaking open.

A small figure silently crept in. He sat up in his bed, watching the figure precautiously close the door, trying to focuse his eyes in the dark.

"... H... Hilde, is it you?" He whispered.

The answer came in the form of a fierce kiss, lying him flat on his bed.

"I thought we... had..." He was momentarily interrupted by an insistent sucking of his neck.

"... Agreed... t.." When her warm hand slid in her boxers, he started to wonder if he would ever finish his sentence.

"Agreed to what? Quatre?" She teased.

"... Stop this..."

She didn't even listen, and, instead, resumed her kissing, her tongue meeting another one who seemed pretty hungry, for somebody who 'had agreed to stop'. His breath became a series of gasps and  she smiled. She had him right where she wanted. She released her hold on his member broke the kiss, and straddled him with a predatory smile. He looked up at her, a bit startled by her withdrawal, and notice for the first time something light and looking like some piece of fabric in her hand. Realisation slowly dawned on him, too  slowly, unfortunatly. She took his right hand and lifted it until it was in contact with cold metal of the headboard. He shivered but he didn't move, her eyes were boring into his, like a snake charming its prey. He eventually recognize the fabric that she was now wrapping expertly around his wrist, tieding it to the headboard.

She was almost done with his left wrist when he managed to find his voice.

"A... white silk scarf*? How interesting..."

"Since you told me that you didn't want me anymore, I'm gonna have to force you." She answered with a wicked grin.

He sighed and tried his bounds. She had obviously done a good work at tieding him. He would probably not be the one in control tonight, to say the least. She saw him pulling a bit on the light fabric and smiled.

"Don't even think about it."

With, that, she bent down and started exploring her captive, tracing a line of butterflies kisses from his ear to his jaw. He arched his neck, allowing her to go further down and nip at his throat, stoping to trace his slightly jutting adam's apple. She felt him pull at his bounds once again, but it was for no use. She rested her palms on his forearms, feeling the tense muscles under the smooth skin, and eventually resumed her journey. She was now tracing his collarbone with her tongue  and he finally let out a low moan, when her breasts pressed on his chest through the fabric of her shirt. Satisfied with the result, she rubbed herself against him for a while, drawing out more moans and more gasps from his throat.

His eyes, which until now had managed to stay open in order to watch her, closed at the sensation of her warm mouth circling and suckling at his nipple. He began to squirm as she offered the same treatment to his twin, tugging helplessly at the scarf that prevent him from touching her.
The once pink and flat little nub was now red and almost painfully hard. And so was something, else, that she could feel pocking against her innerthigh. Her smile grew even wider, if possible, and she began grinding her crotch against his restrained erection, slowly, forcefully. He opened his mouth in a silent scream at the sweet torture and attempted to lift his hips. When she saw him panting with need, she bent down and whispered in his ear, "You know the rule, all you gotta do is ask politely..."

He just couldn't believe it, nobody in his whole life had ever made him beg twice in fourty-eight hours. However, his heart was pounding in his chest, along with the blood in his temples and the increasing pressure between his legs was slowly driving him insane. So he would beg.

"Please..."

"Please what?"

"... Don't know..."

"Well..." She answered with a snarl. "I'm sure we can find something!" With that, she chuckled and resumed her path of kisses down to his chest, until she stopped at his navel.

"Should I go on?" She said, licking leisurely under it, without ever reaching the center of his aching.

"Yes!" He growled, out of frustration.

"You're being rude."

"Please..."

"That's better."

She finally tugged at his boxers, sensing that, anyway, he could have tore the scarf and her game would have ended, along with her control. She head him sigh in relief and pleasure when she tossed the cumbersome clothe aside and brush the tip of his erection with his mouth. So, she circle the warm and throbbing column of flesh with her hands and started to lick firmly the head while one hand moved up and down the sides and the other cupped the silky sacks under it.
She felt him buck his hips, urging her to take more of him in his mouth. And she did so, engulfing as much of him as she could. He couldn't repress a moan at the feel of her mouth sucklig at him while her tongue flickered against the tiny slit of his tip. She sped up her pace until he was moaning in earnest. The minute she felt a slight salty taste escaping his tip, she stopped. She just let him there, panting, on the verge of orgasm, his hips thrusting reflexively... In the air.

She smiled wickedly at the sight he offered her, but was rewarded by a glare that could have made pale Heero's (Yes! Even the one with the trademark, I swear!) The dark look never left his eyes as he watched her silently get up and leave the bed. He feared for a moment that she would just go to sleep, letting him tied to his bed and painfully aroused, as a goodnight kiss. His anguish fled when he saw her slowly divest herself or her oversized shirt, and let her hands slid to her panties.
If it had been of any use, he would have screamed. He was there, bound, wanting desperatly to come... And she was doing a strip tease! This went over the sole notion of teasing he decided, still watching her, until her panties fell -at long last- on the floor.

Eventually, she sat back on the bed, petting affectionatly his engorged member with her hand.

"My, my, my... Aren't we horny tonight..." She murmured.

He didn't even try to answer, but his back seemed to arch of its own volition at the feeling of her hand on him. She eventually decided to end his torments and straddled him, once more, letting the head of his penis rub her nether lips, it was her turn to moan, this time, and he had the feel that she was actually almost as aroused as he was.
When she couldn't take the game she was inflicting them both anymore, she brutally let herself down on him. Having him tied, she was in total control, and had every intention of using and abusing of her privilege. Duo and her were to leave the following day, but she would make sure that he would never forget this weekend. With that thought, she lifted herself a little then slid back down, observing his reaction.
She was pleased by what she saw, he could hardly breath, his eyes were tightly shut and if he had been able to talk, there was no doubt he would have begged. Barely controlling her body herself, she began the move up and down his lenghth, increasing progressively her pace and the pressure she was inflicting his member by occasionally squeezing him in her inner walls. It wasn't long until they simply slamming against each other, her pounding on him, while he lifted his rear as much as he could to meet her moves.
She bent down to kiss him and ended up moaning in his mouth louder and louder. She let escape a cry as she felt the first spams rack through her body.

Duo was drooling.

Quatre started to scream her name in ecstasy as he released himself deep inside her womb in a wave of pleasure.

Duo tossed, and began snoring.

She finally collapsed on top of him with a last cry, panting and shuddering. She couldn't find a way to voice her contentment, feeling she could never talk again after all the screaming they had done.

Duo tossed once more and fall off the bed. He was still sleeping.

The two culprits rested in each other arms for a while (Hilde had finally agreed to untied Quatre, she wanted him to beg, but since he had lost his voice too, she had to untied him 'for free'). They were so exhausted by their session that none of them (And certainly not Duo) noticed the repetitive pounding of a bedpost against a wall and the ecstatic sigh which followed the cease of the pounding...

The following morning...

Everybody was exchanging goodbyes, thanks and See-you-soons. Duo and Hilde sat in their car and turned the radio on.

"Well... That was a cool weekend heee, babe?... Really gotcha with the whole phantasm stuff!" He said winking and grinning.

"Sure, honey... Sure..."

Meanwhile, Heero, Relena, Trowa and Midii were exchanging their goodbyes. Heero grabbed Trowa's arm.

"Before I forget, Midii forgot this, last night, could you give it to her?" He said, handing him a while envelop, obviously filled with something bigger than a letter.

"... Thanks, I'll give it."

They waved their goodbyes and, after having closed the car's door, Trowa couldn't help but peer inside the envelop. He sweatdropped. There was a card, which wasn't addressed to Midii but to him and he recognized Heero's crushed and unruly handwriting.

Personnal comments :

I would say that she tastes better than Relena. I'm sure you do agree. However she's not a screamer, it's amazing, the loudest sound she made was a sigh. I prefer Relena's moans, don't you?

Joined to the card were... Red silk panties.
 

A few month later...

They were all waiting feverishly in the white corridor. From time to time, loud cries could be heard, coming from the room. Finally, after several hours, they all jump out of their seats and even Wufei open an eye at the sound of a baby bawling. Bright smiles spread across (almost) everybody's faces until...

"W... WHAT THE FUCK....?????!!!!!!! QUATRE RABERBA WINNER!!!! STAY HERE!!!! WAIT!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!!"

They could here the yells approaching and several worried looks turned to Quatre.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!! I'M GONNA KILL HIM, SLAUGHTER HIM, MINCE HIM... I..."

Two nurses were trying to restrain Duo.
"I'LL TEAR YOUR ARMS OFF!!! I'LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD!!!! I..."

Behind the two nurses, who were currently sedating Duo, was Hilde, smiling, in a wheelchair, holding an adorable baby girl, wrapped in a cover.
The second nurse blinked, looked at Hilde's baby, then at Quatre, then back at the baby and sweatdropped. Meanwhile, Hilde was showing to a belwidered assembly, her cute little girl, with shimmering blonde hair and blue green eyes.