The older man smiled, at the beautiful boy curled on the couch across from him.

"Everything is ready. They'll be here tonight."

"Good. Maybe tonight will solve all our problems."

"I hope so." Rashid answered, as he stood to leave.

"Quatre, why in the world are we here?" Wufei exclaimed. The Chinese ex-pilot was glaring at the gleaming brass and glass doors of the building.

"Rashid made the arrangements. Why, is there a problem? This IS the most famous club on L4!" Quatre told the fuming ebony-eyed man in all sincerity.

Heero frowned, and walked past the arguing pair and opened the door. He held it pointedly, and Wufei, knowing that he was not going to win this fight, walked past the frowning Japanese and entered the building.

Trowa smiled faintly and followed. "Trust Heero to cut out the nonsense." he thought, "but it's too bad Duo isn't here. I wonder where he is. Its' odd, that Quatre and Heero's contacts couldn't
find him."

Inside, the furnishings were elegant, but not overpowering. The carpet was green and thick enough to muffle all sound. The unpretentious outer lobby walls were hung with pictures of wild
animals and jungle plants.

A host dressed in a bush shirt and khaki riding breeches led them to a private room called The Cairo Room. The room had four cane back chairs around a white table, set with china and crystal goblets. There was also a large screen on one wall, and a leather trunk in a corner.

As soon as they were settled, a waitress dressed in a revealing halter-top and loincloth, appeared and placed a platter of complementary tidbits in front of them, and handed each a menu. She
took their drink orders and disappeared.

"Now, explain this place again." Heero said, closing his menu. He reached out to chose a morsel from the platter.

"It's called The Habitat, and the Whyte brothers opened it a few years ago. Its' decor is supposed to represent the old continent of Africa back in the nineteenth century. They claim to be descended from a famous big game hunter. But, he wasn't famous enough to make the history books." Quatre waved a hand, as he warmed to his subject. "But, that's not the main draw of the place." He paused again, as the waitress arrived with four bottles of beer, placing them in front of the young men.

"What is the main draw?" Wufei was curious, despite himself.

"The main attraction is the stage show. At each show, they present a highly accomplished dancer, who can be purchased for the night by the highest bidder. These dancers are guaranteed to be highly trained in both dance and erotic arts, plus they are pure." Quatre smirked, he had their undivided attention now. The looks on his old friend's faces were too funny. Wufei looked like he was about to break out in a nosebleed, Trowa's eye was so wide, he thought it was going to pop out, and Heero was blushing, and yet they still managed to look interested.

Thank you, Rashid! I don't know how you did it, but I'm glad you did. He thought. The large Arab had told him that all the arrangements were made, the dancer, said to be exceptional was
already paid for, so no matter what, the entertainer was theirs for the night.

Wufei recovered from his shock and opened his mouth, just as the waitress came back in. They gave her their orders, and sat around telling each other about what had been going on in their lives for the last three years. When they had first met that morning, there had been an air of rectitude about their behavior, but as the day wore on the barriers had started coming down, and they were almost back on their war footing with each other.

"Wish Duo was here." Trowa said, wistfully. The others nodded; it just didn't seem the same without the braided one.

After dinner, the table was wheeled away by a man wearing nothing but a loincloth, and they retired to the side of the room, where they could watch the screen, and see the show. The lights in the room, dimmed to the darkness of that moment before the sun finally disappears behind the horizon.

A spotlight painted a round circle on the floor, as a man dressed in a beige bush shirt and riding breeches stepped into it. He was wearing a headset, and he spoke into the tiny microphone.

"Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to: The Habitat! I'm your host, Jason Whyte! Tonight, we have something really special! Our best hunter bagged a real live one on Earth! I must caution you,
this little beauty is freshly captured and is absolutely wild! If you have the slightest doubt about your ability to handle such a wild creature, I wouldn't bid on the animal. Remember! You may bid at any time, using the little black box located on the arm on any chair. So, without further ado, I present Richard Browning with El Tigre!' The announcer faded into darkness, as the spotlight went out.

There was a hush, then a chatter of monkeys, birds and the trumpeting of elephants filled the quiet. A low rhythmic drumming began. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a mountain of a man stood before them.

A spotlight snapped on, and the man was fully displayed; he was tanned so deeply, he looked like he had been dipped in bronze. He was dressed in a khaki shirt, opened to the waist, and stuffed into the top of his painted on khaki breeches. A bush hat was on his head, and over his shoulder rested a rifle with an ammo belt slung across his chest. Richard Browning was a blonde with a square jaw and an uncompromising look about him.

His blue eyes looked up at the hidden cameras. He turned and gestured, two black men dressed in loincloths and feathers pulled a cage onto the stage. The outside of the cage was draped with a cloth to conceal the contents. After positioning the cage, one of the `natives' handed the `mighty hunter' a long leather leash and a whip.

Grimly, Richard stood in front of the door of the cage and nodded. A `native' opened the door, and the hunter dived in. Snarls and growls issued from behind the cloth, and the cage rocked
violently. Richard, with his shirt torn in several places, and a rip in one leg of his pants, backed out pulling on the leash. He snapped the whip a few times, as a figure emerged, pausing in the opening.

The drumming changed, and Richard backed away further playing out the leash. The figure reached up the side of the cage door, and slid down it, to crouch on the floor. It stretched out its arms, extending and retracting its fingers, as though displaying claws.

The mighty hunter snapped his whip and yanked on the strap. The captive leaped forward on powerful slender legs and landed in the spotlight. Now fully illuminated, the figure was revealed to be a stunning young man. His face and sleek body was painted with black and orange stripes, they were even in his long chestnut locks. All he was wearing was a thong loincloth, and black leather collar.

"DUO!" Four voices cried. Three bodies leapt towards the door. They stopped, when one voice commanded. "Wait! It will be all right! Trust me! Now come here and enjoy the show."

"Quatre! You better know what you're talking about!" growled Heero. Trowa and Wufei glared menacingly at the blonde, who nodded and pointed at their hastily abandoned seats. Reluctantly, they resumed sitting.

To the driving beat of the new music now pouring out of the speakers. Duo whirled and rushed towards the man holding his leash, fingers curled, as though he wanted to claw the hunter. The whip slashed the air, inches from his body, and he halted. Duo felt the wind from the passing whip and winced.

Backing away, Duo snarled and roared artfully, as if in rage, then he wheeled and ran to the end of the leash, dropping to his knees. He swept his arms forward, and back, arching his back, giving everyone a good look at his taut, straining body. Falling forward, he caught himself on his hands, laid on his stomach, and did some push-ups, displaying his triceps.

The whip cracked, and he leaped to his feet, dancing lightly on the balls of his bare feet. Duo whirled around and around making his long hair flow out, and around his body. Dramatically, to a pause in the music, Duo stilled, and ran a hand down over his sweat and hair streaked body, and caressed his growing erection. Sneering, his hot-eyed challenge, he picked up the slowly rising beat, swaying supple as a reed. It was time for the final scene.

Four young men sat frozen staring at the screen. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Shinigami was rolling on the floor, fighting the leash, biting and clawing at it. He was crawling on all fours and howling like an animal. And all four burned with the desire to possess the wild creature on display before them.

Richard hauled in the battling beauty, until with the last swelling crescendo, Duo was kneeling on one knee with his back to the hunter's leg, and his hands locked lightly around his ankle. Duo
whipped his head to the right to look out over the unseen audience, as Richard's hand buried itself in his hair.

After a moment of silence, Jason Whyte came out and said, "All the bids are in, and Room twenty-four is the winner! I congratulate the winning room! And your prize will be with you shortly! Porters!"

"Yes, Bwana!" The two natives called.

"Bring the pole and rope!"

"Yes, Big Bwana!"

The two porters brought in a long pole. Using the leash, Richard flipped Duo to his back and the boy was secured to the pole by his wrists and ankles. Straining, the two bearers lifted the pole
to their shoulders. Richard unsnapped the leash from the ring on Duo's collar, and wrapped it around his hand. He picked Duo's hair up off the floor, and piled it on his chest.

"Take him to room twenty-four!" ordered Jason Whyte.

"Yes, Bwana!"

Duo was borne from the stage. He concentrated on not bouncing his head on the steps that he was being carried down. He lost track of where he was, until they paused outside a door, and a waiter pushed it open.

"Come on! We can't let them give Duo to anyone else! He belongs to us!" Trowa said, as he rose from his seat. Quatre reached out and grabbed him by the hand. He looked down at the blonde, who shook his head.

"Didn't you notice. This is room twenty-four! Duo is coming here!"

Four sets of eyes stared as the door opened and the bearers came in and laid their burden down on the floor. One of the men handed Wufei, who happened to be closest a key.

"For the trunk." he explained, then they left.

Silence reigned, for a few moments, until Duo broke it.

"Would you mind untying me, I think my circulation is being cut off." he complained, as he wiggled his fingers and toes. As Heero knelt to undo the knots, Wufei went to the trunk and opened it. His eyes widened, as he inventoried the contents. There were enough toys in here to keep the hedonist in almost anyone happy.

Heero and Trowa went to the supine boy and undid the knots. Sitting back, they allowed Duo to sit up and rub his wrists. Shyly, Duo put his hands palm down on the floor, and peeked at the two through his long lashes.

Enchanted, Heero leaned in, softly claiming Shinigami's mouth. The shy touch of the boy's lips was intoxicating and Wing's pilot promptly lost his heart and his head. Burying his hands into the long wild locks, Heero demanded entrance to Duo's mouth. He stroked the roof of that sweet mouth with his tongue, eliciting a moan from Duo.

Distracted by Heero, Duo never noticed Quatre pulling his wrists behind his back, and fastening them with a pair of handcuffs. Releasing his so-to-be lover's mouth, Heero pushed him over backwards into Quatre's arms, who lowered him to the floor. The blonde claimed a quick kiss, then snapped a leash onto Duo's collar. He stood and pulled the leash tight.

Shivering with delicious terror, Shinigami watched as Heero and Trowa put leather cuffs around his ankles and leashing them, pulled his legs apart, holding him helpless. Wufei stepped into his line of vision, and knelt to remove his sole article of clothing, a very skimpy loincloth.

The fey beauty blushed to be so revealed to the admiring eyes of his companions. Wufei smirked, as he reached behind himself and pulled a feather from the waistband of his pants. Duo's eyes widened, and he squirmed, trying to get away. But, the others were controlling him too well, and he was helpless.

"Wu, don't! I'm ticklish!" He pleaded, as the Chinese delicately drew the feather around a delicate nub on his chest, and Duo wriggled. Humming, Wufei barely touched the pale skin of his victims' chest, as he swept over to the other side and tormented that bud into aching hardness.

Whimpering, the bound lovely shut his eyes, as the light touches drew down from his forehead to his lips. Muscles quivered, as the feather traced its way down a pale chest, over a taut belly, pausing to circle and dip into a sweetly rounded navel. Three sets of eyes watched the exquisite body respond to the torture. Wufei concentrated on the delightful task of slowly arousing Duo.

The ache in his blood was growing worse, as the torment continued. The feather was teasing his spread thighs, ignoring the hardened part of his body; he so wanted caressed. Duo groaned as something was rolled down the length of his erection.

"There!" Wufei said in satisfaction, "Now, you can't get relief until you've earned it!"

Duo moaned, as what the Chinese boy words meant sank in, the ring around his cock, would keep him from coming. He arched his back, trying to bring his body into contact with Wu's. But, the ebony-eyed one, leaned out of reach, defeated, Duo sank back to the carpet.

The young dragon delicately swept the feather over the crown of Duo's weeping hardness. Teasingly, he painted the shivering, moaning youth's sex with even strokes. He softly brushed a circle around the straining, swollen red organ.

"God! Wufei, stop it, please! You're driving me out of my mind!" Duo pleaded, as he twisted his hips and upper body, seeking escape. The three with the leashes tightened their grip. The Chinese's only answer was to play the feather over his balls, tickling him. Duo squealed.

Trowa gave his leash to Heero, and knelt at Duo's side, he hooked the fingers of his right hand under the collar and pulled the boy to a sitting position. Tenderly, he brushed the bangs back from his face, and kissed the rose petal lips, as Wufei went down Shinigami's legs to the sole's of his delicate feet. The braided boy squalled into Trowa's mouth. Trying to control the thrashing American was proving to be a challenge, even for Heero's legendary strength. He stared down at the perfection held trapped, and felt his member getting even harder, he didn't know just how much HE could stand before he'd have to have the boy.

Duo was weeping and screaming, when Wufei finally took pity on him, and stopped torturing the beauty. Leaning forward, he caught the tear streak countenance between his hands and softly pressed a kiss to the slightly parted rose petal lips. Leaning back, he and Heero gently removed the cuffs from the slender ankles.

Quatre knelt and found the lock on the collar and removed it. Then, he and Heero helped Duo to his feet. They walked their captive between them over to Trowa, who had retreated to one of the chairs. The European reached up and pulled Duo down and across his lap. Tenderly, Heavyarm's ex-pilot stroked the sweetly swelling half-moons of Shinigami's rear. As he stared down at the perfection, he was handling, Trowa struggled with himself to not end the game to soon. He wanted this boy, so much.

Wufei went trunk diving and came up with a short leather paddle. He swished it back and forth, and admired the suppleness of the leather. He handed it to Trowa and retreated to advantage point, so he wouldn't miss a thing.

Duo whimpered at the first `whack' of the leather on his fanny. He squealed, as Trowa placed each stroke directly beneath the one that went before. He couldn't set himself for the blows, because Trowa kept altering his timing, so he never knew when a blow was coming. Duo wailed, in combined pleasure and pain, he was so hot!

Trowa stopped spanking Duo to give his rear a squeeze. "Would you like for us to let you come?" He asked, the shivering captive. "If you do, you'll have to beg for it." Duo was aching with the need to find relief, his eyes were dark with desperate want. He twisted under the hand that had him pinned down.

"Please!" He begged, "Please! Let me come!"

Trowa grinned, like a shark. Dropping the paddle, he reached down between Duo's lovely legs, and stroked the trapped and straining organ, he worked the ring down, till it came off. Swiftly, he yanked Duo to a sitting position and pulled his back against his front, making sure his own arousal was pressed against the boy's back. Blazing emerald eyes gazed out at his companions, "Want a taste?" He purred, as he wrapped his legs around Duo's pulling them wide, so that `El Tigre' was fully accessible.

Watching Duo writhing and kicking on the European's lap was incredibly arousing for the watchers. Wufei and Heero helped Quatre out of his clothes, pausing to kiss the blonde and each other. Then, Sandrock returned the favor. Fully nude and aroused the three didn't need a second invitation, when Trowa made his offer.

Quatre fell to his knees between Duo and Heavyarm's spread legs and delicately extending a little raspberry tongue licked the soft sac with its precious eggs. An exquisite shudder ran through Shinigami, as he was lost in a vortex of pleasure. Heero and Wufei were leaning across the paired legs and licked, kissed and sucked the head of the dripping organ.

Assaulted by intense sensations, Duo screamed and bucked, as he surrendered his seed. As the deep spasms shook him, the three kneeling at the shrine of his body, cleaned him with their tongues. Exhausted, Shinigami slumped, panting, back against Trowa, who held him, ignoring his own aching need.

Pushing Duo from his lap, Trowa stood and pulled off his clothes. The silent one prowled over to the trunk and searching through it found a tube of lubricant. Turning, he found Duo on his knees with a mouthful of Heero. Quatre and Wufei had decided they couldn't wait for their turn and were on the floor beside the other pair in the classic six/nine position.

Trowa smiled, as he went over and dropped to his knees behind Duo. Uncapping the tube, he generously squeezed out some cream, and using a long finger began to prepare Shinigami. Duo moaned, as he felt the pressure at his opening. Spreading, his knees wider, he gave whoever was behind him better access to himself. Stroking and rubbing, Trowa quickly added a second finger, then a third. Convinced, that the moaning, twitching sprite was ready, Heavyarm's ex-pilot coated his own arousal with the rest of the cream. Positioning himself, he drove forward and sheathed himself in the tight channel.

Duo whimpered around the heavy erection, he was sucking with a vengeance, when he was taken. He quickly began to work Heero with mouth and hand, in time to the rhythm Trowa was setting. His own arousal was so hard again, that the slightest touch would bring him off.

Trowa felt the tidal wave of his release building, and leaning forward, he wrapped a hand around the proof of Duo's need, and pumped hard once, twice and felt the wetness proof of Shinigami's release on his palm. Duo blew out a explosion of air, as he came, and triggered Heero's orgasm, as Heero shouted his joy, Trowa went over the edge in a white-hot eruption, and screamed with triumph. Dimly, as he and Zero Two collapsed on top of Zero One, he heard Quatre and Wufei cry out.

Silence reigned, then quietly.

"Q, what time does this place close?"

"Not till two."

"Oh, in that case, as soon as I remember where my legs are, I'd like to start round two."

"Maxwell, you will never change. You are still a long-haired baka!"

"Yeah, but you all love me!"

"......."

"You know, Duo." Trowa said, thoughtfully, as he rolled off Zero Two's back and sat up. "I think you may be on to
something there, and don't know it." The others untangled themselves and sat up, as well. They all looked at Trowa expectantly. "Or do you know more than you're telling?"

Trowa frowned at the chestnut mane boy, who was suddenly staring at the carpet between his legs. "Oh, well, Rashid was going to tell Q-man in the morning, so I might as well spill the beans, now. We set you guys up."

"DUO!"

"What!?!" (a chorus of three)

Duo waved his hands for silence. "Listen, Rashid came to me and told me, that Quatre was pining for the rest of us. And we all know how protective he is about the Q-man. So, he hired some private detectives to hunt the rest of us down. The reports he got told him the same story, we were all doing things, that at one time fulfilled us, like being pilots did, but now, we were all becoming restless, dissatisfied and spending far too much time talking about when we
were together. So, he approached me, and we came up with this little scheme, to bring everyone together. He hoped that, you would all realize something I already know, we need each other."

"So, that's why he said, he couldn't find you. He already knew where you were." Trowa commented.

"Yep, I was here." Duo turned to Quatre and gave him a solemn look. "Q, don't blame Rashid, he was just looking out for you."

The blonde blinked, "Blame him? I'm going to marry to one of my sisters!" Quatre stopped, and bit his lip, "Will you all
stay?" He blinked away a tear, "Oh, Allah! I might as well say it! I love all of you and I've missed you!"

"I don't think we have a choice, Quatre." Heero said, softly, as he inched forward on his knees, and touched the little Arabian's face with a gentle hand. "Duo's right, we need each other, and I for one, am never leaving the rest of you again." And kissed Sandrock firmly on the mouth.

Duo smiled, as Trowa and Wufei reached for him and each other, he still had a secret. Rashid had not only arranged for him to be delivered to this room, but he had bugged it as well, Quatre's large friend had heard everything that went on.

Then, there was no more time for thinking, because round two had just begun.