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"Romancing the Dragon "Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 01x02, 06x05, and 03x04 Summary: A Halloween-themed, one-shot with multiple
get-togethers "Romancing the Dragon " Chapter 5 A pair of pirates and a couple of cowboys walked into a room- "Wowee b'doozers! This is some bash!" Duo spun around, his pirate hat grazing Heero's nose as he pointed out decorations and costumes. "Zechs went all out this year!" Heero caught him with his false, curved, gleaming metallic hook and a gnarly, "Arrgh. You are some catch!" sending Duo into a dramatic swoon. Duo made sure that his naturally braided dreads slapped against his boyfriend's legs. "Now that you've caught me, what do intend to do about it?" he purred. An unexpected voice answered for Heero, "Nothing." The tawny-haired gunslinger added a warning, one-eyed glance from under his wide-brimmed hat and patted the gun at his hip. Heero's mouth stretched into a grin, which said, "make me stop," as he watched Trowa fingering the holstered Colt 45 replica. Did he feel lucky, he asked himself? Yes, with Duo still in his arms, very lucky. However, with Trowa "Heavyarms" Barton packing the heat, you never could tell. He concentrated all his attention back on Duo's lips, tantalizingly close and needy-looking. His smile faltered when he heard the metallic click of a close-in, cocked pistol, the slide starting its recoil. He hoped the gun had a safety to prevent the gun from firing, or, better yet, had no ammunition at all. Then Heero noticed that Barton's attention was elsewhere, scanning the room, and both hands were gun-free. He allowed his hand to slip lower and cradle Duo's rounded rump. And then Heero felt the cold, hard steel of a gun at his back. He froze. Quatre! Both sides of his holster were empty. He twirled a shiny, pearl-handled pistol in one hand while holding the other to the small of Heero's back. "If Zechs Merquise has pulled out all the stops for this party, it would be for one and only one purpose," Quatre said. Trowa liked knowing he could still intimidate his other friends, Heero especially. And he really liked seeing his angel-faced but daunting boyfriend coerce Heero-especially in those leather chaps, although the hair on his upper lip could go. He adjusted his kerchief and leather vest and enjoyed Heero's confidence slip as he slid his hand into safer territory to Duo's back. "And that reason is not just to celebrate Halloween with us?" Duo asked, dangling still nearly upside down in Heero's arms. "I mean besides that; he's attempting to dazzle Wufei." Quatre looked up at his darkly dressed boyfriend, and holstered his pistols. "Is my moustache on straight still? That last kiss of yours-" Trowa tipped his head so his one visible eye glittered in the shadows of the brim. "Was a good one?" He bent closer to his boyfriend's face, pretending to examine him carefully. "You look really good. Really good. Really-" "No, no! Not the moustache!" Quatre pushed away his face, laughing. "You'll mess it up. I just know you will!" Heero disentangled Duo, whispering, "Later," and checked that the plush parrot on his shoulder was still attached then he remarked, "I think the 'dazzle' part is working." "Chang's dazzling me," Trowa commented with an apologetic look to the blond cowboy on his arm. "You did a good job choosing his costume." Chang's costume had been selected by and sent to him by Quatre. "A Chinese dragon seemed fine," he said with one more stroke of his false moustache. "Maybe a bit showy, but fitting, symbolically." "And Mr. Tall, Blonde and Bloodthirsty has his eyes on him, you can tell," the long-haired pirate said. "Merquise is a...vampire? I thought it was some ancient military garb," Heero said. Trowa chuckled. "Note the dentition." "You mean the fangs," Duo corrected him as he cast about for the food. "So, shall we go say hi, or 'howdy pardner', or sample the spread first?" "None of the above? We have company coming," Trowa said. Commander Lady Une entered into their friendship knot, her long skirts sweeping the floor all around them. "How nice you look tonight, gentlemen." "Thank you, my lady," Quatre said first, adding politely, because he wasn't sure any of the others would, "You look beautiful. Marie Antoinette?" "Yes! Thank you, Mister Winner. And may I say, you look dashing in a moustache?" He actually blushed. "I-it's not real, but I was thinking about growing one." "Oh? Well, you really should, unless Mr. Barton disapproves, or should I call you Bloom now-?" "No," Trowa blurted abruptly. Heero took off where his quieter friend left off. "None of us want those names to be mentioned." "Which brings me to the point I've been meaning to make with you," Duo jumped in. "Which is-?" she said, smiling fractionally. "Who made those up? I know I ain't no Murial and 'Ro sure isn't a Lorenzo." "Why, Duo Maxwell, you think I passed on false information?" "It's possible," he hedged, because he didn't want to call his ultimate boss a liar to her face, "that someone did. Like for a Halloween joke?" "Trick or Treat," Trowa clarified. Une trilled a peculiar little laugh. "Oh, no, no, no... that would be more along the lines of an April Fool's joke, and I don't pull those either." "Oh, okay, not that I thought you were the type." "Are you saying I haven't a sense of humor, Mr. Maxwell?" He turned scarlet under her stare. "Er, no, ma'am. It's just a bad sorta hurtful joke, you know, if the personal histories aren't true and all." She put a warm hand on his arm and leaned in. "It's all true and I can show each and every one of you how the data was retrieved and analyzed so you can confirm it is legitimate. Does that meet with your approval, Mr. Maxwell?" "Ah, yes, ma'am. Thanks and all." "Good. I'm happy to have settled that. Now, I want to go greet our host and find out what his surprise is for tonight." Her breath hitched in her throat. "Oh!" And they all watched Zechs Merquise lead a nervous-looking dragon onto the dance floor with the swell of music. "Now that's scary," Duo mused. "Give them some space before attacking, Duo," Quatre warned. "No way! Not after all the grief that homo-hater's given me! And all the time hiding... that!" "He never said he didn't accept your sexuality," Quatre corrected. "Did he? Wasn't he only against affectionate displays in the workplace?" "Let's test that theory," Heero said, taking his flustered boyfriend by the hand. "We'll put on a show." "Dear God. What is he thinking?" Quatre moaned. "I wouldn't say 'thinking' has much to do with the way Yuy's acting," Trowa observed. "Of course, it's too much Duo. Love has gone to Heero's head and turned him from repressed to uninhibited almost overnight," Quatre said. "Duo just seems to know what buttons to push." "Except for the stop button," Quatre groused. "The two of them will give gay men a bad reputation if they can't behave." Trowa's smile became a lopsided, and he said, "Uh, huh. We are talking about friends of Merquise here. They'll survive Yuy and Maxwell's honeymoon period." The blond cowboy studied the partygoers more carefully. "You could be right." "Yeah." Trowa sounded as if "being right" was a common occurrence for him. "Most of the guests here are hedonists." "Still, we should keep an eye on our friends so they don't embarrass themselves.' That was all the concession Quatre gave. "Come on. Let's dance." Trowa wiped his hands together. "And I was just getting interested in the banquet over there." "Trowa!" His boyfriend grabbed a wayward hand and tugged. "Don't let your stomach rule you!" "Like yours doesn't?" "I didn't hear that... Hurry, before Heero strips Duo naked or something!" "I wouldn't mind seeing that-" "Tro-wa-" "At your beck and call, honey!" "That's better." (0) "Wufei-" Wufei heard the sigh of expectation escape from the other man's lips. "Zechs," he answered. "I know I told you earlier that I was comfortable keeping us discreet, but since Une has made the decision to proceed with the Preventers re-alignment, I will no longer be overseeing your department, there is no longer even a hint of impropriety in us going out. Don't you agree?" "That's true." "You concur?" Zechs sounded surprised, as if he hadn't expected him to go down without a fight. Well, he wouldn't make the next move, Wufei decided. Not at all. "So? Oh, come on now, do I have to actually say it? You know what I'm talking about?" Wufei knew what Zechs wanted, but he was so very embarrassed to admit how terrified he was. Coming out was a very big deal for him. He just stood and waited the other man out, making him spell out everything and to take action. He certainly couldn't. His feet were planted. He felt the brush of the long, platinum hair on his hand as the taller man leaned over him. "We might as well just forgo the hiding and step right in, don't you agree?" He wanted to agree. This little voice deep inside him was growing stronger by the minute as it cried out, "Yes! Yes! Take me now!" Wufei felt pressured, and yet he always believed he reacted well under pressure. Thrived under... pressure. Um. He imagined the taller man laying upon him, naked, the weight, pressing him into the mattress, and certain parts of him were most certainly flourishing. He shivered. Zechs was so close, Wufei could feel his body's warmth, smell his aftershave, see his lips move as he whispered, "I'll let you lead." Lead-as in dancing? Or had he meant lead the way in their new relationship? Did that even matter? The two of them were a spectacle already, most likely, standing so close and him trembling like a weak woman. He didn't dare look around the palatial ballroom to find all eyes were on them. To imagine their exhibition attracting the entire party's attention was bad enough, but to have the visual confirmation, would be crushing. Wufei nodded, however, reluctantly. "I see no way to avoid it." He hadn't wanted to share his secret with everyone, not so soon. He was only just coming to terms with his feelings, romantic ones focused primarily on the elegant platinum-blond man. He'd wanted to mull it over for... a hundred years or so before making a grand entrance and expose his feelings to the world. A small world, but his world. "It would spoil my party if you refused to dance with me." Even though Zechs' smile indicated that he was only joking with him, there was a kernel of truth in what he'd said. Chang Wufei would not be a party pooper this day, or miss an opportunity to demonstrate his mettle. "Oh, all right, since you insist." "I do. Now, allow me to remove this?" Zechs nudged the costume head piece. He'd have to take the Dragon head off, his cover, his pretense. Hadn't he been hiding his feelings behind a mask or rules and regulations long enough? Did he actually think a real mask would hide him any better, now that no one could miss how he felt by his body language? The head piece had been fine for awhile, doing its art; it had got him past the door and, well, this far. But now he was ready. He was ready. It would have to go in any case since it prevented eating, but Zechs wanted it off now because it limited their intimate contact. "Go ahead," he conceded. Soon, literally, his mask was off. Wufei remained the center attraction in his suit adorned with hundreds of iridescent purple scales and glittering black spines and claws-much too showy, of course, but acceptable under the circumstances. It had been the accommodation to his body shape that had bothered him the most. He'd nearly called to decline the party invitation based solely on the form fit. Not strictly overly tight. Just perfect. The stretchy fabric molded to every contour of his body. Every curve, without respect for decorum. "You look spectacular," Zechs told him. Again. He felt pretty spectacular, too, and wouldn't have minded had it been just the two of them. As it was, he couldn't hide the spectacular erection he was sporting. Zechs pulled him close, chest to chest. "I'll help you with that, too." Wufei wanted to hide his burning face in the taller man's cape, recognizing that the color of his face was probably a match for the scarlet satin lining. "You're smiling," Zechs noted. "Ugh." How unimpressive that look was! "Now you're not. What did I say wrong?" "Nothing," he said feeling the smile spread again. "I just look silly." "What do you mean?" "Haven't you looked in a mirror when you're happy? Try it when you are floating on air. I have. I look silly. Like a fool." "Like a fool in love?" Zechs chuckled. "That's what I hope I'm seeing. That's what I'm feeling right now." And they danced, glued together. "I was thinking more along the lines of a 'Jack-o-Lantern'," Wufei mumbled. But he couldn't contain himself and grinned. "Well, then, happy Halloween, my own little pumpkin." The End. A.N: Thanks go to Waterlily for her clever additions and edits and to Snowdragon for her support for this -KS H A P P Y... S P O oooo O K Y... H A L L O W E eeee E N !
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