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"I'll Do Anything"Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, you can try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa (But, her name is Duo...) Pairings: 3X4;1X2 Warnings: Lemon; Language Rating: NC 17
I'll Do Anything Part 3 "Damnit! Can anything else go wrong today?!" Duo growled to himself as he rounded the corner and headed home. He had been searching the entire afternoon for Buddy, and couldn't find the dog anywhere. "Why did I have to open my big mouth?" He wondered as he stopped in front of his house. Hilde was sitting on the front porch affectionately ruffling Buddy's fur. "That's because you're Duo. You can't keep quiet." Hilde joked. "And look who's back." Duo stormed toward the dog and kneeled. "I don't suppose you have what you left with, do you?" He asked staring into the dog's big brown eyes. He gave a short bark and rolled onto his stomach for another belly rub. "Stupid dog." "Did I miss something Duo?" "Not at all." Duo answered sarcastically as he walked into his house. "Maybe I can give you to Quatre as a wedding gift." He narrowed his eyes at Buddy as he walked by. "You're being awfully mean to poor Buddy. What did he do that was so bad? What were you expecting him to have?" Duo ignored her as he realized that he had received another message since he left. It was Quatre again. He sounded even more depressed this time than he had the last. "Maybe you should call him." Hilde offered as she listened to his voice. Once again Quatre was asking for Duo to return his call. "What could possibly be wrong with Mr. Winner? He's definitely a winner. He's filthy rich and he gets to marry the love of his life!" Duo yelled as he entered the kitchen. "Oh, yeah. I would really have something to bitch about if I were him. Were the fuck should I start?" Hilde studied the American. "I take it you saw the news." "What the Hell gave you that ideal?" "Maybe he's wanting to talk to you about that. Maybe he wants to comfort you." Hilde suggested as she watched Duo open a bottle of beer. "You know, you're probably right. He was probably lounging in bed with Trowa after having great sex, flipping through the channels and came across the news. Heard that Mr. Heero fucking Yuy wants to marry Miss. Retard Peaceofcrap Doorhinge." "Duo. . ." "Yeah, then Quatre's probably thinkin' 'Hey, why not add insult to injury? I'll invite him to my oh so wonderful week long wedding. That way I can make him filthy jealous by showing him how fucking happy I am with the damn silent Cyclops.' It's laugh at Duo day among the ex-Gundam pilots. Fucking a." He stopped long enough to guzzle down the whole bottle. "Duo, I'm sure that's not it. You do need to talk to someone about Heero. It's tearing you apart, but you won't talk to anyone. Don't you think you can at least trust Quatre?" "Hell no! If I call Quatre right now, he'll just try and get me to come to his made in heaven wedding." Duo stalked into the living room and slump into the couch. "I'm not going." "Well, I think you're being very immature and selfish about this." "Do I care what the fuck you think?" "You should go Duo. Maybe it's a step you need to take to get over Heero." Duo glared at his coworker. "Obviously, he's gotten over you. You should do the same. Ten years is a long time Duo." "I'm not going. No doubt, Heero will be there. If he's there she'll be there. And then, I won't be responsible for my actions." "That'll be fine." Rashid smiled and handed Abdoul a envelope. "What the heck?" Abdoul's sunglasses slid along his nose as he stared at the opposite end of the hall. Rashid turned to see what had caught his friend's attention. Trowa was walking down the corridor wearing a dull orange top hat, purple jacket, tan pants, and carrying a white tipped cane. There was an odd spring to his step, and as he walked, he turned every now and then to make sure he was being followed. Quatre was close behind wearing a short red skirt, white stockings and a shoulder length brown wig. His nose was somewhat stuck in the air. Rashid couldn't help but laugh at the scene. His bouts became greater at the confused look in Abdoul's eyes. "Our young master sure has odd ways." Abdoul looked to his leader for an explanation. "Come, let us call it a night. It's getting later." He then turned and headed to his room, leaving his comrade to continue to ponder the situation. Slowly the door swung open and the room came into full view. Fake lollipops, mushrooms, multicolored balls, candy canes, and gummy bear trees were spread about the bedchamber. There was even a few cutouts of little orange men with green hair in white overalls. Quatre slowly stepped into the room acting as if he was awestruck by the scene. In truth, he was the one that set it up before they had dinner and relaxed in the hot tub earlier. Trowa entered and closed the door behind them. "Mr. Wonka, what room is this?" "This is the nerve center of my factory." Trowa answered solemnly. Quatre tried his best not to loose character like he normally did. His lover was such a good actor, he pulled off the Wonka look and actions well. He could easily pass as Willy Wonka. Quatre couldn't recall a time when the Latin did drop character unintentionally. "In this room, some of my dreams become realities. And some of my realities become dreams." "What are your dreams Mr. Wonka?" Quatre asked seductively as he strolled over to the Latin. Before an answer could be uttered, their lips met in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepen, their bodies were crushed together. Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, while the other's hands roamed the back. "I want you Mr. Wonka." Quatre breathed once they parted. "You can't have me." "Who says I can't?" "I'm not for sale." "But I want you now!" Quatre pouted almost too perfectly. Trowa delivered a Wonka stare of aloofness. The Arab stormed over to the bed and plopped down. He crossed his arms over his chest and began to pout. In truth, the scene set Trowa ablaze, but he somehow managed to stay in character. "I won't ever talk to you again!" The undercover blonde warned. Trowa walked over to his lover and sat next to him. Ever so gently, he placed his hand under the pouting chin and raised it to meet his emerald gaze. "Patience my little dear." Quatre forced his smile back as he tried to remain in the pouting mood. "We have so much time and so little to see." This was followed by another kiss. Without warning, Quatre laid back, dragging the Latin on top of him. He could feel the hands slowly unbuttoning the front of the red dress and he silently willed for the process to speed up. He shoved his tongue into the opposing mouth in hopes of his partner being able to taste his desires. The two tongues lovingly played until the final button was released. After a farewell rub, they parted, and Trowa's lips leisurely strolled along Quatre's neck. All at once, the phone started ringing. Both men ignored it as they continued. The red dress was pushed away to reveal a flawless pale chest. Quatre closed his eyes and focused on the lips descend. They continued on their path to the nipples when the answering machine picked up. Neither of them noticed, as Trowa admitted one of the rock hard nubs into his mouth, until Kanissa's voice eluded the answering machine. "Quatre, pick up. Please pick up." Trowa stopped and pulled from his task as Quatre obeyed. "Hello Kanissa." For the first few minutes, Trowa listened to the one sided conversation, but soon became distracted. Wordlessly, he reached over to the nearest mushroom prop. This one differed from the others. Three holes were cut into the top, each hole had a small cup resting inside. One cup contained cherries, another melted chocolate, and the third held the lubrication. Trowa picked up a cherry and dipped it into the chocolate. Using the cherry as a brush, he began to paint around Quatre's nipples. The Arab giggled a little as he half listened to his sister and watched his lover. "No, Kanissa. Trowa's asleep in his room." Quatre explained as the Latin dipped for more and continued frosting the pale chest. "What are you doing?" He asked after covering the receiver with one hand. "It's my chocolate waterfall." Trowa explained, still remaining Willy Wonka, and Quatre couldn't help but laugh. Once satisfied with the waterfall, Trowa placed the cherry into his mouth. He sucked away the remaining chocolate, then offered the cherry to his partner. "You took the best part. I wanted the chocolate." Quatre whined and received another famous Wonka look. Trowa dipped the cherry again. This time, ladled too much chocolate, and as he returned it to the Arab, rich droplets rained on his arm, cheek, and purposely nose. While Quatre enjoyed his treat, Trowa set out to do the same. He gently licked the blonde's arm clean. He then moved to the tip of his nose and cheek. Instead of stopping there, he continued kissing along his neck and shoulders. "Kanissa, it's getting kind of late, and guest will begin arriving tomorrow. . . .okay, see you in the morning. Goodnight." Quatre quickly hung up the phone, then turned to Trowa. Without warning, he seized the lips that were taunting him so a few seconds ago. "Sing angel." Trowa whispered passionately and restarted his descend. Quatre hadn't seen the movie that much and didn't really know all the words to any of the songs. As he racked his brain for one to sing, there was only one song that came to mind. Probably the first song to come to everyone's mind right off the bat. "Oompa Loompa Doompadee do. . ." Trowa stopped dead in his tracks and glared at his lover. Quatre ceased his words and stared back helplessly. He knew that that song wasn't exactly the best one for such a situation, but he couldn't think of anything else yet. "Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three. . ." The Latin must have accepted that one, for he continued to kiss toward the nipples that he so rudely neglected for the pass few minutes. "Come with me. . .And you'll be. . In a world of pure imagination." Quatre grabbed the top hat and tossed it to the side. "Take a look. . .and you'll see. . .into your imagination." He closed his eyes as Trowa admitted one of the chocolate coated nubs. The sweet treat was gently licked away and the contents tenderly nipped and nursed. Trowa listened to the soft voice singing what was probably his favorite song. He was surprised that Quatre remembered all the words, especially since he had seen it only once or twice. "If you want to view paradise. . .simply look around and view it. . .anything you want to. . .do it. . .want to change the world? . . .there's nothing. . .to it." Once the nub was red, Trowa turned his attention to make a matching set. When the task was completed, he continued along his chocolate path downward. Quatre's breathing quicken as he got closer to the navel, but still sang on key. Upon arrival of the destination, Trowa removed the stockings to fully expose the Arab. The taller man, then continued to taunt and tease the erection the way he had the nipples. Of course, this caused a few words to be missed. "There's no life. . .to compare with imagination. . .being there you'll be free. . .if you truly want to be." Upon the ending of the song, Trowa stopped and pulled from his work. He stared down at Quatre as if awaiting the next line in the script. Quatre squirmed a little, knowing what was in store for him, but not knowing how long it would take to get it. He knew Trowa wouldn't continue without the right line being delivered. He quickly ran the factory scenes of the movie through his head, wondering what cue was being waited for. "Mr. Wonka, what's that?" Quatre asked pretending to be surprised by his own manhood. "This is my most fantastic invention. The Winner filled everlastinggobstopper." "What's so fantastic about it?" "You can suck it, and suck it, and suck it, and it'll never get any smaller." Quatre couldn't help but smile. "At least I don't think it will. . .a few more tests." With that, he pinned the pale hips to the bed and accepted the arousal into his mouth. Quatre lovingly watched the head bob over him. He ran his fingers through the soft brown hair and lightly brushed the smaller hair on the back of his neck. Soon, he released into the pleasing oral cavity. The seed was fully drank, and any evidence that cleverly escaped was licked away. Upon completion of the task, Quatre grabbed another cherry and dipped it in the chocolate. He then fed Trowa the treat and while his partner sucked on the chocolate, he worked to remove the purple jacket and tie. Once the chocolate was gone, their lips met and the cherry was returned to it's original owner. As Quatre chewed, he pulled the dress shirt from Trowa's chest and threw it aside. In the same instant, they continued kissing more urgently. Quatre's hands relieved the button and zipper of the tan pants. His hand slid pass the bountry, and toward the Barton filled everlastinggobstopper. Before the prize was claimed, Trowa sized his hand. "I told you not to silly. . ." A soft moan exploded inside the kiss as the blonde began pushing himself against the invasion. Using that as the sign, Trowa removed his fingers and positioned himself between Quatre's parted legs. He then entered with no complaints. He waited for the other to adjust before beginning the slow and steady thrusts. Quatre looked up into the emerald pools of love. He knew that from now on, they could always be like this. Gently he ran his index finger along Trowa's lips and cheek. They kissed tenderly as Quatre's hand slid to his back. He lightly brushed against the scars that he knew so well and hated. Suddenly it happened, Trowa grilled the one spot that made Quatre weak with pleasure. He threw his head back on the pillows and pushed himself harder against the penetration. A loud moan escaped his parted lips and he clamped his eyes shut. He could feel his lover gently kissing his jaw line and neck. The pace quicken and with every entry, the once limp manhood rose. Both men were panting in bliss now. When Quatre was completely resurrected, Trowa lightly grasped him and began pumping in beat with the thrusts. Quatre clutched the pillows tightly, not knowing what else he could do as his pants were slowly evolving into moans. They were both reaching their peeks. Quatre released first, Trowa a few seconds behind him. Each of their moans danced with one another to become the same.
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