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 VI : Well...
 
 
 

              Hilde sighed as she tossed in her bed, she just couldn't sleep. It had been a week. A long week. Duo had forgiven her. Well, "forgiven" was not exactly the correct word, "locked" would have been more appropriate. Actually, he had put a beeping device around her neck, a video-peeping and a notepad, where she was supposed to write her exact schedule, with hours and details. She hadn't left the scrapyard since, and was most likely to never leave it again...
She had been seriously worried about Quatre, since Duo had paid him a visit, but all he had told her was that they had a "friendly and honest talk". So she was even more worried now...

Duo, however, seemed to have all his usual cheerfulness and... energy. She smiled bitterly at the thought that it was a good thing she was forced to stay at home, because she really needed to sleep during the day...

Heero and Relena arrived late at Quatre's party. Mostly because if Heero didn't spot clearly the difference between a ruby red dress and a crimson red dress... Relena seemed to do it perfectly. And it seemed to disturb her to the highest level, actually. Not to mention that, once the dress chosen, well... She needed make up. The perfect soldier had eventually dragged her out of the bathroom, causing her to fail in the ritual and precise gesture that was applying lipstick... And his ears were now numb from hearing her bawling and weeping during the hour of traffic jam that had led them to Quatre's mansion.
Basically : The dress was... green. her lips were perfect though she had never accepted to believe him when he had sworn on his spandex shorts that there was no "big ugly red trail" across her cheek, and... She was still squalling.

The night was gonna be rough, Heero thought.

Quatre greeted them, still in his wheelchair, pushed obediently by Rasheed. They had removed the bandages covering his head during the afternoon and his face still looked like a big blackberries muffin. Heero's eyes traveled down to his leg and then to his hands. They were still heavily bandaged too, but the fingers that Duo had tried to cut had been stuck back in place, except maybe for the fact that Quatre's middle finger was now his fourth one and not his third, due to a lack of concentration and an excessive amount of scotch, from the surgeon. He chuckled inwardly at the thought that Quatre had probably paid the most expensive clinic in earth and outer space to end up giving "the finger" with his ring finger for the rest of his life -Or more exactly short life, if Duo happened to be angry again...-.

The sight of Quatre as a meatball was certainly entertaining, but everything has its stop, and Heero was now bored. Relena had started to whine about how he had treated her tonight and he sighed in relief when he noticed that she was now exchanging opinions about physical and psychic pain with Quatre. Here again, the mere idea of comparing Quatre, who had almost be killed by Duo before being thrown in a dustbin, to Relena, who hadn't been allowed to wear the dress she wanted to wear for this party, was amusing. But he had far more important things in his mind at that precise moment. An efficient scan of the huge hall informed him that Trowa had just arrived. Who cares... However, as Heero had planned, he wasn't alone, and he was already perfecting his "pin-Midii-against-a-wall" strategy, as the perfect soldier he was. His gaze never left them as they approach the huge bowl of punch. Target acquired. Let the fun begin. Heero walked silently to the punch bowl, too, careful not to be noticed by Trowa...

"Oh my gawd!!" Midii squealed, holding her punch soaked dress.

"... Sorry." Heero answered with a blank expression that held a feral grin.

"Darling, you should go change your clothes... Now, your dress is see-through..." Trowa stated, his features emotionless.

The minute the words left his mouth he understood his mistake. His huge mistake. Midii turned a dark shade of red, Heero offered her his hand... And it was too late.

"I intend to make good on my error, young Lady." Heero began with what could really look like a snarl. "Let me help you get changed."

Midii smiled back softly, took the arm that was offered, and Trowa watched them leave the ball room. Following them was out of question, he would look ridiculously suspicious and humiliate himself in front of all the guests. The only thing left was to wait, knowing that he would soon receive another pair of panties...
It had became an habit, now, every time Heero managed to keep her panties, Trowa would receive them the following day. As for the number... Well, let's just say that Midii had recently made an important shopping session at Victoria's secret. He considered take a pleasurable revenge with the help of Relena -He couldn't deny that her dress sure did turn him on-, but she was currently chatting with "rolling Quatre", comforting him, and he knew his best friend needed all the support he could get, now.

He sighed and was about to indulge himself in a punch orgy, when she entered the vast hall. Simply gorgeous, in a long white dress that matched the eerie paleness of her skin. He know Quatre had noticed too, as he was now rolling madly, for no avail, since Rasheed had a firm grip on his wheelchair.

His young master prior experiment with women had led him to prudence, and he had decided that if he left his wheelchair, his next encounter would occur with a SINGLE, virgin and MUTE partner, which should be safer. The ideal being no partner at all, but the difficulty he encountered by trying to stop this wheelchair from rolling straight to Miss Catalonia told him that it was and would stay, only a dream...

Meanwhile, in a darker place...

"Uuunnh... Heero!"

Middi's dress had reached the floor of one of the huge and numerous rooms of the Winner estate about five seconds after they had closed the door. Since finding her something else to cover herself was currently out of question, operation "pin-Midii-against-a-wall" had now begun... Heero had efficiently got rid of a rather interesting but also very cumbersome pair of pink tiger striped panties. If they were pretty useless at the moment, he made a mental note not to forget his war trophy, however, after being done with her.

But, as interesting as sending his fiancee's panties to Trowa could be, he had better things to do for now, like helping her unzipping his pants, which was certainly a very good idea, and he would have congratulated her for such an initiative, if his mouth hadn't been so busy muffling her moans by a thorough "tongue exploration". He had already slipped a hand between her thighs, and, feeling the wetness here, had began a rough and insistent fondling of her innerthighs, before cutting any form of preliminaries short and sliding two fingers in the soft flesh and rubbing the core of her pleasure until her body went limp and shuddering against his.

Relena had been chatting with Quatre for almost an hour now, and she had just realized that Heero just wasn't here anymore. Since she meant to distract Quater, they decide to play, "hide and seek"... With Heero.
They walked.. uhm, rolled, for a long time across the longs corridors of Quatre's house, loosing a tooth or a bandage from time to time, which slowed them a lot, truth to be told. Eventually, they stopped in the guests rooms corridor. Quatre had lost for the fourth time a small plastic piece of his perfusion and they were both busy searching it. As he was rolling, his eye (the one that was still in working order) glued to the floor, Quatre stopped. Wasn' it Heero's voice that he had just heard? It couldn't be? Could it? He settled for a little bit of spying... And he would have fell, if it hadn't been for the comfortable wheelchair he was sitting in.

Heero was effectively there, very busy... Screwing Midii?? Not that she seemed to mind, anyway, but still...

"... hh... Does... Quatre... K... knOOHHows that... you... told... D... uo??"

"Unh..." Was Heero's only reply, as he sped his thrusts, causing Midii's back to bump against the wall with a regular sound.

"... But... Aaah!"

"Don't 'but'... Me!" Heero had found that Middi was as annoying as Relena when she tried to talk, and, since the only way to silence her was to pound harder, he gladly proceded, and succeded. The only sounds that escaped her throat now, were moans and gasps.

But this wasn't satisfying Quatre. Definitly. No. He wanted to know more, and he wanted it now. He felt a wave of evilness fill him and he did the first thing that came to his mind.

He rolled along the corridor, still unnoticed. "Relena, can you come here for a while?"

The next minute was a blurr. Relena watched, completely bewildered, Midii climaxing, naked against the wall and mostly against HER man. Quatre watched too, waiting patiently for them to finish. And all hell broke loose.

The guests all stopped their buzzing for a while to the sound of an inhuman scream.

"HEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And to the sight of Miss Relena Dorlian Peacecraft weeping, while Quatre was busy chasing a half naked Heero Yuy, filling the air with threats and cursing that could only be described as unammable.

At the same moment, in the parking...

Dorothy collapsed against Trowa, sweaty and slightly out of breath.

"I guess we have a thing for cars don't we?"

"Definitely..." He sighed.

Back at the "party", where a sordid explanation was taking place. Rasheed helped by Catherine, had tied Quatre's wheelchair to a column, in order to prevent him from hurting anybody, especially Heero.

"You bastard!!!!"

"You slut! You slept with Trowa first!!"

Relena turned a bright shade of crimson. "You... You knew??"

"Of course!! Why do you think I'm screwing his girl?!"

"Because you like it!"

"... Well... Uh... That, too..."

"Shut up you both!!! Heero Yuy... YOU BETTER RUN CUZ' YOU JUST GOT ME ZEROED!!!!"

"... Uh?"

Heero hadn't seen it coming. With an inhuman strenghth, probably due to his anger, Quatre had broken free and was now lunging at Heero, and one gotta admit that the wheels made of him a quick and lethal weapon...

While Heero was running for his life, Midii and Relena were just staring at each other, not even angry, just weeping... Weeping again and again. Finally it was, Midii who gave up first and left for her car... in the parking.

For the second time, this night, a scream resounded, threatening to made every glass in the area explode.

And, at the same moment, four girls shared the same thought. Hilde, lying under a very revenge-loathed Duo, Relena, kneeling in the remnants of a bowl of punch, watching Quatre using his perfusion as a whip to slash heero, Dorothy, half naked in a cold parking and Midii, staring at her rival and Trowa's erection, thought :

"I... NEEEEEED A VACATION!!!!!!!!!!"
 
 

MWUAAAAHHHH!!! It's almost done, next part will be the last! Unless the end doesn't satisfy you once more, and then... ^_^;

Don't miss the (probably) last part of the lemon pie!!
Recipe VII! : "The Tallgeese coconut club!"