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"Trick? Or Treat"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: NC 17 Warnings: AU, PWP Pairings: 3x4x3 Summary: Trowa hated Halloween. Hated the costumes,
the make-up, and all the people crowding the bar for one night. But
after an unexpected accident puts a very sexy, pushy blond in his
hands, the night begins to look up. "Trick? Or Treat" When Duo suggested that they attend the Universities’ Halloween Bash to ‘find some pussy’ he didn’t think that he had meant it LITERALLY. But there was Duo flirting shamelessly with a short, but strong looking man behind the bar, whose costume was a very un-original black T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of Cat-ears. And it looked like the ears were probably given to him by one of the waitresses who was fully decked out in cat-attire sans the ears. But at least it showed that someone else shared the same sentiment as Trowa about Halloween: Loathing. Trowa was left alone, at the stupid school-run pub, surrounded by drunken freshman, and the only person in the room that he cared to hold a conversation with was leaning over the counter and saying lewd things to the bartender. He would have left, but Duo had been drinking already, and Trowa was his designated driver, forced to sip pop all night and stay unfortunately sober. Perhaps if he’d been drunk, the night wouldn’t be dragging so badly. But then…If he had been drunk, he wouldn’t have been alert enough to stop the poor blond from going completely over the balcony rails. It had happened so quickly. Trowa had gone to the balcony to get some air that wasn’t saturated with faux-smoke, just to find that outside was even more crowded, with groups of people lighting up cigarettes and other things of questionable legality. He spotted a nice clear spot further out, though, so he pushed through the mass of costumed people. Did he mention that he hated Halloween? He hated it. He used to work at a circus and dressed up every damn day, and he didn’t want to do it again just for an excuse to party. Only at Duo’s insistence (and very vocal insistence at that) had Trowa at least worn an orange belt with an all-black outfit, filling his Halloween-spirit quota. But he was vastly out done by some of the costumes here. There were gypsies and slutty bar maids, breathalyzer machines and other lewd costumes, then there were the traditional fairies and skeletons, witches and monsters, and that sort of thing. It was all rather boring to Trowa. He made his way through the crush of dressed-up bodies, and to the very edge of the handrails, leaning over and getting a breath of fresh air, closing his eyes and just relaxing. Then someone pushed, sending a slop of their orange-tinted beer onto his pants. Fuck. Trowa turned and glared, making the girl go pale and slowly shrink back, apologizing the whole time. Then she ran like hell away from the balcony. It was lucky she had, because the opening gave Trowa a clear line of sight towards the other side of the balcony, where a short blonde boy was trying to get around a particularly large group of partiers. He couldn’t even get two steps through them, so, he decided to go around, heading towards the outskirts of the group, finding them right to the edge of the balcony and even crowding the seat attached to the railing…. So, like any frustrated party-goer, he decided just to climb over the one sitting down, a quick up and over. At least, it should have been. At that moment someone tipped over drunkenly, and her boyfriend stumbled over to grab her… His elbow pushing back another drunken frat boy, who then stumbled backwards. It would have been comical, the domino effect, had it not ended at the frat-boy careening into the little blond who had been crossing over the seated one, only one foot on the built-in seat, already off balance and higher up then the railing would safely allow. Trowa moved, not even thinking, pushing some chick over in his haste. Screams echoed as the blond tumbled, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the railing and flipping up. He stumbled awkwardly, moving sideways, trying to recover, grabbing at the railing to steady himself. But Trowa was faster, his arm reached down and grabbed the boy’s arms, holding tight with all his might, and he pulled, suddenly finding four other guys grabbing at the blond’s legs and torso, all heaving to pull him back up and over. He was short and fair, but definitely a blond. Trowa couldn’t tell if he was losing colour or if it was just the makeup. He had big blue eyes and an iron grip, though. The boy was shaking all over, but was urging everyone that he was “perfectly fine!” although Trowa could feel that he was not—Trowa’s hand had not left the boy’s arm since he had been on solid ground, and the boy didn’t seem to be upset by that fact at all. When people started to look elsewhere and go back to their drinks, the boy turned his eyes towards Trowa, “Have you been drinking?” “No, I’m a DD.” Trowa said honestly. This had been the first words they had exchanged since the prerequisite ‘are you okay?’ question. The blond nodded softly, “Could you…take me home?” He asked in a rather small voice. Trowa was immediately walking them through the crowded bar, elbowing people out of the way as need be. The blond seemed grateful. Trowa spared a glance towards the bar, and noticed the cat-eared bartender was no longer there, nor was Duo; Trowa had a feeling he wouldn’t be needing that ride. Trowa got them out to his cheep, old, two-door Neon and opened the door for the blond vampire (his costume was mostly-black clothes and white make-up, with extra red lips, dark rimmed eyes, and two spots of blood down the side of his neck). He walked over to his side of the car, turned the ignition, and steered them out of the school's parking lot. “What a gentleman…opening my door and all,” the blond said as a way of conversation perhaps? Maybe flirting? Trowa wasn’t quite sure. “Well thank you, but I opened your door because my car is crap and you have to sort of jiggle that handle just right for it to open…But thanks for the compliment.” Trowa said with a gentle smile. The blond fidgeted, his feet tapping the floor nervously, “Thank you…For saving my life…” Trowa blushed, “Really, I probably just saved you a broken leg or something, we were only about one story up…it wasn’t that terrible a fall… and really, I didn’t even think about it, I was just looking at the right time in the right place. Really. It was luck that I was even at a Halloween party at all.” “I gathered that you aren’t big on Halloween? You don’t even have a costume…” The blonde said with a teasing smile. Trowa had to laugh, just a little, “Not really, no. How about you?” The blond vampire gestured to his costume, “Obviously I like it a little more than you. I love to dress up. I should’ve taken Drama” “What did you take?” Trowa parried, getting closer to the residences. “Accounting.” “Ouch.” The blond giggled, then outright laughed, “That sounded like a condolence.” Trowa’s eyes flicked over to the blonde, and he smiled flirtatiously, “It was. I’m in business management. Now, little Vampire, where is your house?” He asked playfully. The blonde startled, and looked around them as if just realizing where they were and why. He blushed (at least, Trowa thought he did under all that make-up), and then told him the address, taking them into the downtown area, which wasn’t far from Trowa and Duo’s apartment actually. What a coincidence. Trowa parked outside the blond's house, and walked around to open his door, taking him by the arm and making sure he was stable on terra firma, “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” The blond bit his lip just gently, “I think I will, yeah. But…Um….” And then he was blushing, for sure this time, “Did you want to…come upstairs for a coffee or something?” Trowa smiled warmly. “Yeah…I think I would…” he said, tilting his head a little, flirting back. This goaded the blond on, and he stepped a little closer, “…Will it change your mind if I told you I was gay?” he needed to be sure. Trowa smiled, “It would only make me want to go up there more.” And that was it. The blond moved forward and wrapped one arm around Trowa’s neck, entwining his fingers in the short hairs at the back of Trowa's neck, and crushing his lips against the taller man's. Trowa’s arms moved back around the boy, holding onto the dip in his back, and pressed him against his chest, deepening their kiss and gently rolling his body against the blond’s. Within seconds, the innocent make-out session turned into something far more hungry, and the blond broke away first, breathing deep, flushed, his ruby-red costume lipstick smeared just a little. Deep and husky, all he needed to say was, “Come upstairs?” The two of them nearly ran, the blond hardly having time to retrieve his keys and unlock the side door that led to his upstairs apartment, all the while Trowa was dropping kisses down the back of his neck and caressing his hips with his thumbs. The blond moaned, dropping his head to the side to allow Trowa more area to kiss even as he tried to get them inside his apartment and to the bed! FINALLY the key turned and the door opened, tumbling them into the foyer. The blond closed the door behind them, flicked the lock, and all but ran up the stairs that led to another locked door to his specific appartment, but this time he was prepared, and had it open before Trowa could distract him more. As soon as Trowa was up there, the blond yanked him inside, then locked the door behind them, tossing his keys to the kitchen table, kicking off his shoes, and all the while his hands were around the taller man’s neck and their lips pressed tight against each others, lips, tongues, and teeth crashing against each other, breath quickening. Following suit, Trowa’s hands were slipping down the back of the blond’s pants, caressing every inch of flesh, then slid up, under his shirt, tugging it up and over the blond’s head, only pausing his kisses long enough to make sure it was off, smearing the make-up even worse. The blond laughed happily, flirtatiously, and tossed his shirt aside before pushing Trowa backwards, leading their little tango through his apartment, maneuvering him wherever he wanted. Trowa happily complied, eyes darkened with lust, “You’re so sexy,” he purred. The blond pushed him, making Trowa fall onto the soft, plush mattress, and then blushed, “I’ll be right back,” and ran off to the bathroom. Water ran, cupboards were yanked open, and all the while Trowa decided to make himself ready too. He yanked his socks off, and slipped his shirt off, folding it on a chair, and began to pile his things there: belt, shirt, socks... he was down to nothing but his tight black pants and his thin silver chain before the blond returned, make-up scrubbed off, nothing but tight silver pants on, and lube and condoms in his hand (even though he was keeping those hidden behind him modestly, still blushing adorably). The shorter man moaned appreciatively as he saw Trowa, his eyes raking up one side of his body and down the other, staring at his lean swimmer’s physique and defined shoulders and arms. At that moment, seeing that gorgeous blond practically drool for him, he knew that every morning in the gym had paid off. Trowa, too, could barely turn away from his soon-to-be lover. Without the make-up, he was even more ravishing. His skin was pale and soft, his body slight, but strong and gently defined. Trowa could see the broadness of his shoulders curving all the way down to the slight swell of his tight hips and he KNEW his body was reacting, aching almost in need of release. Trowa moved, and so did the blond. They met on the bed, lips crushing against each other even more heated, passion bubbling over and hormones screaming. Trowa wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and waist, his fingers caressing his flesh and hair, and he began to slowly press him down onto the bed, delighted when the blond went without protest, laying down and looking up at Trowa with lust-fogged eyes and a growl of hunger. Demanding. “Damn, you’re sexy,” Trowa purred, crawling completely on top of him, covering him with his body, slowly rolling against him, feeling him from pectorals to groin and moaning when he felt how hard the other man was under him. The blond pulled his hands up, caressing Trowa’s back from hips to neck, then tangled his fingers in his hair and arched up, rolling his hips against Trowa’s. Responding, Trowa moved one leg between his lover's, forcing them open a little, and his mouth moved away from his lips to nip, nuzzle, and suck on his neck and shoulders, grinning as he dropped a bite to the same spot the blond had drawn the fake-blood bites earlier. The blond gasped, then moaned, spreading his legs even wider and bucking up for more friction, and his hands moving down his back again, caressing the edge of his pants and then around to the front, his hand kneading his package through his pants. Trowa moaned so deep he was sure it vibrated the walls, and the blond took that as an okay to pop the button and unzip Trowa's pants, peeling them and his underwear off him. Trowa moved off the blond just long enough to yank his pants and underwear off, tossing them to the chair—and he gasped in pleasure as he felt strong, soft hands rubbing his shaft tight and quick. Then he felt a drop of cold lube over himself, gasping at the sensations, as his lover worked to make him moan even louder and harder. Trowa didn't even notice when the blond slipped the condom over him and took a long, sensuous lick, nearly undoing all of Trowa’s will power right then and there, sending shivers all the way up his spine, making him arch and buck into the pleasure. The blond was laughing, giggling happily, eyes glazed in lust, “Like that?” "Fuck yeah," Trowa moaned, and grabbed the blond’s slim shoulders, tossing him flat on his back, then his hands went to work stripping him completely and trailing blazing hot kisses from clavicle to cock, finding a condom pressed into his hand to sheath the other man before he took him completely into his throat and bobbed, making the blond go absolutely wild underneath him. But Trowa wasn’t done, he slowed down, keeping the blond blissed out and rolling into his rhythm, and he slicked up his fingers, tentatively slicking his entrance, and watching carefully for any signs of yes or no. But the yes was resounding, the blond snapping his legs open even wider and his fingers burying hard in Trowa’s thick cinnamon hair, urging him on. It was slow going, pressing first one finger in, then two, and then three, all the while keeping the blond on the edge with his tongue and lips, sucking him until he was almost cumming, then pulling away to lay hot, hungry kisses all over his hips and stomach, keeping him distracted from the prep work. But a slow blow job didn't work well enough to quell the other man's appetite; before Trowa had even gotten him used to the third finger, the blond was arching and groaning, pushing back against his fingers, eyes blazing and begging for more. Pulling his fingers out, Trowa slicked his cock up with the lube that was left on his hands, moaning as he looked down at the picture in front of him. Like an angel fallen from heaven…definitely fallen. Legs spread, lips kiss-swollen and cursing like a sailor, chest heaving and cock standing straight up, glistening from Trowa’s earlier tongue-bath. “For FUCK’S sakes, SCREW ME already!” he screamed, mashing that angel-blond hair into the pillow and kicking his heels around Trowa’s lower back and forcing him forward with iron strength. Trowa crashed into him, grinding their cocks, bracing himself on either side of the blond’s shoulders. He positioned himself at the blond’s entrance, then pushed in slowly, inch by inch, pinning the blond’s hips to the bed to keep him from thrashing. The other man went wild! Nails digging into Trowa’s shoulders and legs trying to press him in further. Trowa didn't need to be asked twice. He pressed in deeper, taking it slow so he could adjust, but it was hard to keep his head in the game with the blond so wanton and begging underneath him. It was only second until he was pulling out, then slamming back in, making the blond scream in pleasure, writhing and arching up to meet his thrusts, changing the angle so Trowa could find that spot that made him moan, and meeting each thrust with vigor, his whole body on FIRE in pleasure. Trowa slammed into him harder, faster, increasing with each thrust, building up his rhythm, feeling the pleasure of it sending shocks all through his system. Then suddenly, he must have hit the other man just right, because the blond SCREAMED, arching up against him almost completely off the bed, his legs clamping around his hips like bands of iron and the blond pushed, rolling Trowa off balance, pinning the taller man on his back, straddling him, and riding him HARD. Trowa hadn’t even seen it coming, but he grabbed onto those tiny little hips and snapped up into them, impaling the blond right where he liked it, pulling a shattering scream out of him like Trowa had never heard before. All he wanted was to go even FASTER, desperate to hear that again and again, desperate to make the blond cum, knowing it was going to be spectacular. Thrusting up into him without mercy, Trowa bucked harder and more violent than usual, knowing the blond could just get off him if he didn’t like it. But the other man didn’t complain at all, he arched into each and every one, eyes twisted closed and body slamming down onto his cock with sheer hunger each and every time. Trowa’s body shook from the pleasure, so fucking CLOSE Trowa didn’t think he could last much longer, his nails digging hard into the blond’s hips, scratching and bruising, but his lover just kept slamming down onto his cock, his moans getting louder and hotter with each moment. Then finally, that scream shattered through the air, the blond’s back arching hard, slamming onto Trowa’s cock so hard that Trowa saw stars. The other man's whole body went rigidly tight, and his cock spilled white-hot into the condom as the world tilted, the pleasure washing over them both. Trowa held on through the storm, moaning and thrusting up into him, deep and hard, claiming every inch, eyes rolling in the back of his head as the tightness overtook him, milking him for all he was worth, and sending his own orgasm following only a few seconds after his lover’s. Collapsing in a heap, the blond rested on top of Trowa’s chest, humming in residual pleasure, his fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair, gently playing with it, making Trowa purr happily, curling his arms around his lover, stroking him from hip to shoulders, happy to have him in his arms. He didn’t mind this lover snuggling. After a few minutes, it was Trowa who broke the blissful silence, “My room-mate is going to laugh his ass off. He made me go to that Halloween party to 'get some pussy’, and he ended up hooking up with a bartender in cat ears. I should tell him that I got some ass, and that worked just fine,” he laughed, smirking. The blond blushed hotly, and then he slid up Trowa’s body, straddling his hips again (rather liking that position, actually), and smirked in that ‘I know something you don’t’ sort of way. “Really? You were aiming for some ‘pussy’ hm? We never did exchange names, you know…” Trowa blinked, aghast. They hadn’t. “I’m Trowa…” he said with surprise. The blond grinned even brighter, licking his lips gently,
“My name’s Quatre. But you can call me Cat.”
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