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"Misbehavior"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, Pairings: 3x4 Summary: Quatre Winner was usually a well behaved
student at the Xavier Institute. Usually. "Misbehavior" It was times like these that he was reminded that he was working with teenagers. The X-men were supposed to be a group of the strongest and bravest, working to help people and protect them from the others of their kind who wished to do them harm. They were the elite; they were those who fought against the temptations of strength and greed and used their powers for good. But unfortunately, things like these happened far too often. Whether it was someone camouflaging into the brickwork of the locker room just for an eyeful, or quicksilver zooming through the halls in order to flip the skirts up of the girls, things like these kept being reported to him. But today, Xavier was rather surprised to find out who the offender was. Quatre Winner. He was from a good, loving, wealthy family, and when their son exhibited telekinesis, they were so thrilled to have him boarded at the Xavier institute and put into a normal High school that they donated enough resources to build the training room of Xavier’s dreams. And Quatre had always been a polite, friendly, somewhat shy boy. He had NEVER gotten in trouble before this moment. When Xavier first was told of the illicit use of the telekinesis’s powers, he thought that the snitch had been lying, but a quick peek into the blonde’s mind had surprised him. Not only had he been using his powers at school, infront of people, but he had been doing so for the most ridiculous of reasons! He was not happy. Quatre fidgeted in the chair, blushing from head to toe, nervous, biting his lip, “I’m sorry, sir! I... I knew I shouldn’t have done it! The first time wasn’t even me! The books fell all by themselves…and then…he bent over to pick them up” and Quatre’s eyes went a little far away just remembering… The boy was gorgeous. Tall, broad shouldered but slim around the hips, with the grace of a cat, and beautiful green eyes framed in thin black glasses. And he always came out of English in room 104 at the same time that Quatre left Science in room 103-- Which meant that as the whole student body made their way to the cafeteria, Quatre was always behind him in the hallway. The second time should never have happened. Quatre knew better; he DID! But that first time he’d spied a little tattoo running up the boy’s spine…..and he was desperate to find out what it was. He had been dreaming about it all day and night…. And that was when he’d done it. Just a little push. Just enough to make the books wobble. But the boy was fast, with thoughtless reflexes that immediately re-balanced the books. But Quatre had already had his mind on it, and he pushed a little harder, meaning it, making the books wrench out of his hands and to the floor. The boy frowned at the books, and bent to retrieve them, giving Quatre a moan-worthy view of that perfect ass, and a little ridge of flesh between the top of his low-rise jeans and the plain euro-style black golf shirt. It was a small trail of tiger stripes going straight up his spine, leading from somewhere under the ridge of those damn jeans and straight up to somewhere hidden by that shirt. That second time the boy had just cursed under his breath and then continued on his way. The next day, though….The temptation was too great again, and he did it again. Watching as each day the boy would bend, his ass SO nice looking, his movements so sexy that Quatre couldn’t stop the drool. Or stop himself from doing it the next day. And the day after. And the day after that, too. The boy never seemed to catch on, just becoming more furious at his books by the day. Quatre had never even seen the boy LOOKING around him to see if something was amiss. Quatre hoped the boy wasn’t stupid… He didn’t LOOK stupid. Quatre didn’t know, though, since the boy was in grade 12 while Quatre was still only in grade 11, and asking about the tall boy had been very, very difficult. No one in his grade seemed to even know who he was! And at lunch, when Quatre had thought he’d just finally up and sit with the boy, he could never find him. But the boy always left English 104 at the same time every day. He didn’t start staying behind or leaving early or anything. He just kept going, and just kept on bending over. One day it even looked like he wore a THONG, and THAT idea kept Quatre’s dreams rather interesting for a while. It had even happened today. The boy had walked out of English 104 and strolled through the hallway, just waiting for that tug at his books. He didn’t even try to stop them now, just waited for them to be yanked from his hands, and he bent over. But someone from the institute must have finally noticed, and told. Because Xavier seemed to know it ALL. Every. Detail. And he was not pleased. And Quatre was not used to people being not pleased with him. It made him nauseous. Xavier finally took pity on him and scowled, “I will be watching how you use your powers from now on, Quatre. I am sorry that I have too” he said disappointedly. Quatre felt like he’d been socked in the gut, but he nodded weakly, tears starting to form. He got up after that, and moved towards the door, keeping his head low and his tearing eyes on the floor. That’s when he heard the startled hiss-but it was no human sound, it was the hiss of a startled cat who had narrowly avoided having its tail stepped on. Quatre looked up, seeing right in front of him a tightly muscled chest and startled deep emerald eyes, framed by thin black glasses and hidden behind a sweep of cinnamon hair, and a perfect ass—but Quatre couldn’t see that part from here. The tiger-striped boy blushed, looking straight at Quatre, and Quatre blushed even hotter. It was the Tiger that broke the silence, smirking a little, “…I haven’t got any books for you to toss…” he said, his voice choppy and harsh in a thick northern accent- Russian or Ukranian perhaps? Quatre just blushed, “S-Sorry about that…” he stammered out, realizing with a start that the boy was talking to him outside of Xavier’s office…meaning the boy was a mutant like him. Meaning that he had probably guessed right off the bat that it was a telekinetic tugging his books away, and just hadn’t done anything about it. The boy smiled softly, a movement near his knees catching his interest—a tail that flicked slowly, curling and uncurling in some pleased way. It was…soothing, actually, and didn’t even seem to register as ‘weird’ in Quatre’s mind. Seeing that the blonde wasn’t put off at all, the tiger smiled a little more, and leaned against the door frame, his hips jutting out just a little, flirtatiously, and he began to purr softly, “…My name is Trrrrowa” he purred, his accent, or his feline heritage, rolling the R. Quatre couldn’t believe his LUCK! He smiled, blushing a little, “…my name’s Quatre…” he said, moving a little closer to the taller boy, flirting so clearly it was nauseating. The two boys broke apart in a moment, though, when one
word reminded them harshly that there was an audience. And that that
audience was not pleased. One frustrated word spoken by Xavier himself,
stuck having to watch the whole scene unfold: “Teenagers.”
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