Quatre sighed irritably, picked up another folder to look for the details he needed to complete a form, and frowned when the folder was tugged out of his hands. "Duo. Give that back."
"You've been at it for five hours, give it a rest."
"The forms won't fill themselves on their own. Duo..."
"Either of us could do it, you don't need to. So take a moment to breathe, alright?"
Quatre actually growled. "No. Duo--"
Duo decided to pull out his secret weapon. "I've got a present for you. Catch!"
Sighing again in annoyance, Quatre caught the little sachet and tugged it open.
Duo grinned, and stepped behind him to pull the blond and his chair away from the desk. "Tell me if it works? Hilde wasn't sure."
Quatre was frozen.
"... Q?"
Duo leaned over his shoulder, and gaped at the darkening tear tracks under his eyes. There were spots appearing all over his neck and arms -- presumably under the short-sleeved shirt, but Duo wasn't checking, and his skin was taking on a faint golden sheen as downy fur started growing.
"...Uh. Quat?"
Quatre turned his head to look at him, then giggled, and batted at his braid. Duo winced. "Wow. Heh. It works. Bit too well, too. Here, gimme the package..."
He tugged on it. Quatre yowled in protest and batted it out of his hand, shredding the paper. Swearing, Duo reached out for it to try to catch it before everything spilled on the floor.
"Nyow!! Gimme!!"
"OhFUCK!!" Duo started running, dodging behind the desk as Quatre pounced. "Quatre, get a hold on yourself! You know how to resist drugs, you..."
Quatre had paused to roll on the floor, stretching voluptuously and kneading the carpet. Ooookay.
"Uh. Quat?"
The blond batted at a few sheets of paper sticking out. Oh, crap, if he messed it up he'd be so cross afterwards. Duo leaned over the desk to pull the papers away.
Quatre's eyes opened in full, blue-green irises way too large and too intelligent. Duo had the clear feeling that he was a particularly stupid mouse who had just taken the particularly obvious bait.
Quatre sprung, uncoiling, hand closing around Duo's collar to send him flying over the desk. A second later he was horizontal, breath knocked out of him, with a purring blond boy kneading his chest as he rubbed happily against the bits of catnip that had somehow ended up all over him.
"...Ow."
Duo could barely breathe, he had little bits of green things all over, he was going to have bruises the size of a soccer ball and Quatre was using his blunt claws to knead him. He started laughing, and reached up to pet the blissed-out cheetah.
+
Trowa found them in a pile on the floor, Duo's hair and clothes in disarray, Quatre sprawled comfortably on him and purring with a disturbingly blissful look on his face, cheetah spots still dark on his skin.
"Tro... get him off me..."
Trowa's eyes went to the bits of plants all over the place. He arched an eyebrow.
"Come on, Tro, please..."
Trowa knelt on the floor, gathered Quatre in his arms and lifted him off the floor. The blond was boneless; it wasn't that easy. "Pick up the catnip; I'll put him to bed."
Duo sat up, wincing. "Thanks, man."
"You're lucky he didn't make more of a mess," Trowa commented as he stepped toward the door, with Quatre purring and batting at his bangs sleepily.
Duo grinned and started picking up the catnip. "Yeah, but at least it was funny."
"One of these days, your funny will kill you."
"Nah. I'm not that suicidal with the risks I take."
Trowa didn't seem convinced, but Quatre was yawning, so he left. Duo started humming.
+
"Hey, Wufei?"
"What?"
"Catch."