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"Big Bad Wolf"Written By: Karen
The Huntress Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its characters Rating: R Warning: language, humor, lime Pairing: 1x2
"Ah come on it'll be fun." Duo declared as he helped himself to the last slice of pumpkin pie.
Wufei shook his head in a definite NO. "Attending a Halloween party at Preventer Headquarters is not my idea of entertainment." was announced with a snort of disapproval.
Duo looked around the dinner table hoping Heero, Quatre and Trowa were not as closed-minded, "Don't pay any attention to Wu-man." he smirked knowing how much Wufei hated the nickname, "He's just an old stick up the ass."
Always the diplomat Quatre offered a polite response. "Wufei may have a legitimate point. Do you really believe we would have a good time? Dressing up doesn't seem enjoyable."
Trowa nodded fiercely in agreement. "Does seem childish."
Duo would not be deterred, "It's not like we'd be the only ones in costume." Bottom lip poked out in the best sympathy pout he could muster. "I don't want to be stuck at home on Halloween."
Less tactful, Heero set down his coffee cup. "We'd look ridiculous."
Duo knew from experience Heero was his best bet to win the argument. "Please." He leaned closer. Voice lowered to a seductive purr. "When I'm happy I make you happy."
The next barrage of persuasion was launched by discreetly sliding his hand under the table, slipping it between his lover's legs and nudging the right spot.
Utilizing all his discipline training Heero fought to resist the well-aimed stimulus. "If we decide to go and I mean if…."
Talented fingers continued their masterful manipulations. "All right", Heero conceded, "but parameters need to be set."
Duo mercifully withdrew his hand. "What rules to ya want?"
Wufei wasted no time with his answer. "I WILL NOT be an onna."
"Okay. Any more regulations?"
Quatre finished his Earl Grey tea. "Attire should be tasteful."
Duo rolled his eyes at his Arabian counterpart, "Tasteful! It's Halloween not the freakin' Harvest Ball. Just trust me."
"Certainly not!" Wufei exclaimed.
As it was October 30th Trowa employed a different exit strategy. "Where do you expect to find costumes at this late date?"
Duo's sly grin put everyone on notice they'd lost control of the situation. "Already done." he affirmed then gave serious consideration to a hasty retreat.
Heero locked an acidic glare on his partner, "Cocky bastard, you had this planned all along."
"I won't be an onna." Wufei reminded again.
"Now don't go Zero on me. At least take a look at what I picked out."
Duo disappeared into the hall then returned with five large shopping bags from Party Central.
"Trowa, your costume was easy." Red, yellow and green striped clown suit, minus floppy shoes and red nose, was extracted from the first bag. "Even got ya favorite grease paint."
Next a hooded green costume with felt spikes running from the neck to the end of a stuffed tail was tugged from the second bag. "Of course Wufei has to be a dragon."
Wufei prepared to protest. Duo's raised hand signaled silence, after all, he couldn't pass up one more barb. "It's a male dragon."
The third costume, black flared-leg pants, sky blue puffy sleeve shirt, gold sash and turban and plastic silver scimitar, was presented to Quatre.
"You gotta be a Sheik."
Finally it was Heero's turn to discover what outlandish outfit his mischievous lover deemed suitable for ultimate humiliation. "What the hell is...that?" he stammered as something covered entirely in gray fake fur was hauled from the fourth bag.
Duo laid out the two-piece shaggy ensemble plus a pair of pointed ears attached to a curved headband. "A wolf."
Heero rubbed his temples that had begun to throb. "You want me to be a wolf?" "Yeah, ya have to be a wolf to match what I'm wearing." Duo stated, holding up a white blouse, short red pleated skirt, white knee socks and red hip-length cape.
Duo regarded four stunned expressions with shameless amusement before explaining. "Little Red Riding Hood."
Wufei was the first to find his voice, "It is official Duo Maxwell has finally lost his mind."
"You're going as a girl." Heero stated more than asked.
Duo pulled his braid over his shoulder. "I have the hair for it." The logic made perfect sense.
"A girl." Heero sighed in I-give-up acceptance. "And I'm a wolf."
"It'll be fun." Duo beamed with certainty. "I'm gonna to be one sexy onna.
****** Halloween
Cranky clown and regal Sheik stepped from Heero's Land Rover with customized license plates WING ONE.
A very reluctant dragon skulked around the black vehicle and, in a futile attempt to conceal his identity, skirted the parking lot lights. Wufei had mumbled all the way to Preventer Headquarters. Now he cursed aloud in Chinese.
Heero muttered his own obscenities when the fluffy wolf tail snagged on the seat belt. Swearing continued as he shuffled behind the odd collection of characters.
In contrast to his friends' inhibited behavior Duo bounced along without the least bit of embarrassment.
Heero had to admit the combination of Duo's loose ponytail tied back with a wide scarlet ribbon and the way his slim hips wiggled under the short skirt was quite alluring.
"Tonight might not be a total waste of time." he decided when a breeze ruffled the skirt's hem.
****** The main conference room was festooned, floor to ceiling, will all manner of spooky decorations. Glitter-coated cobwebs with hairy eight-legged occupants sparkled in fluorescent lights.
Skeletons dangled from doorframes like bony wind chimes. Gauzy ghosts fluttered below ventilation ducts in the ceilings. Ghouls and goblins, specters and bogeymen were strategically positioned for the maximum macabre affect.
A fascinating assortment of human creatures ranging from sublime to nonsensical paraded about as vampires and witches, werewolves, zombies and Anime heroes, heroines and villains.
Grouchy disposition still in force, Wufei made a straightway path to the bar. He reckoned the only way to endure this hellish evening was a couple of drinks to ward off his strong inclinations to strangle Duo.
Quatre, blond hair crowned by the turban and scimitar tucked into his sash, and Trowa, transformed with grease paint and baggy clown suit, stood side by side wondering if the whole world had gone mad.
Deciding it would be easier to traverse "The Night of the Living Dead" on a full stomach they headed to the buffet table laid out with finger sandwiches that might or might not contain real fingers.
An eerie hodgepodge of marzipan pumpkins, candy corn and marshmallow bats nestled with gummy rats in a cauldron. Icy eyeballs bobbed in a punch bowl filled with ruby liquid definitely spiked with spirits spawned from some fermented brew.
Little Red with "her" canine partner in tow meandered among the multitude of masqueraders gathered to celebrate All Hallows Eve. Gradually Heero loosened up. Duo was right it was easier when everyone looked as silly as he did.
Quatre and Trowa also seemed more at ease. Likewise Wufei finally conceded to the merriment but only after the second whiskey sour kicked in.
As the Chinese dragon navigated through the phantasmic throng, Quatre and Trowa stifled a snigger. It was amusing to watch the usually tight-assed Chang Wufei totter around with a long emerald tail dragging on the floor.
Wufei must have sensed the pairs' imminent giggles. He halted abruptly, whipped around and shouted above music blaring at a deafening volume.
"If I see one smirk, hear anything at all like laugher, I'll hang both of you from the rooftop flagpole." was threatened with absolute seriousness to inflect bodily harm at the slightest provocation.
Before Sheik or clown could deny the dragon's allegations Wufei spun on his heels, the tight pivot causing his tail to bump into Scooby Doo.
Once the sulking mystic reptile was out of attack range Quatre and Trowa broke into a fit of full-blown cackling that would have surely resulted in a quite unpleasant rooftop experience.
Meanwhile Duo was enjoying the party as only he could, joking, laughing and swatting away numerous attempts to find out what he was wearing under his skirt.
After warding off yet another flirtatious pinch Duo joined Quatre and Trowa sitting at a corner table. "Great party!" he shouted over "Monster Mash".
"Is Wufei still at the bar?" Trowa wondered. He hoped they wouldn't end the evening guiding an uncooperative drunken dragon through the parking lot.
"Last time I saw him he was chatting up a woman dressed as a black cat." Duo replied. "There sure is a lot of roaming hands around here." he added smoothing down the short skirt to discourage any more ogling.
Quatre smiled at Duo's uncharacteristic modesty. "Maybe next year you'll consider something less revealing." he advised before cutting his eyes at Trowa who was doing some staring of his own.
Duo chose to ignore the Sheik's good-natured advice. "Have you seen Heero?"
Trowa nodded negatively.
Duo excused himself, glanced at Wufei who was dancing with the cute cat and headed for double doors leading into an interior corridor.
Overhead lights had been set on conservation levels. As Duo walked down the dim corridor music and voices faded, replaced by an eerie stillness. Shadowy outlines fluttered along the walls. Each footstep resounded in the gloomy vacancy.
Suddenly "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" made him wary. "Nothing to be scared of." Further down the murky passage he proclaimed, "Hell, you're a Gundam pilot." then flinched when the words echoed back at him. "Okay keep it together. You’ve kicked plenty of Ozzie ass and this ain't no different."
So absorbed in his solitary discussion Duo failed to notice a bluish outline ripple along the wall, didn't hear the bare rustle or sense the approaching presence.
"Are you lost little girl?"
Duo froze.
Icy tentacles clawed up his spine. Every nerve ending tingled. Now he keenly felt a stirring in the air. Defensive instincts in high gear he turned to face the mysterious apparition.
Steely blue eyes met Duo's widened sight. Wisps of silver gray glowed in a muted halo.
"Are you lost?" Heero repeated huskily.
"Not anymore."
"You afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"
Duo's answer was a fiery kiss intended to enkindle passion.
When breathing became necessary Heero broke the searing kiss. Tongue flickered over kiss-warmed lips to savor his lover's aftertaste. "I've found my next meal."
Duo shuddered as hormonal eagerness raced through his more than willing body to gather in his groin with sufficient potency to make him weak in the knees.
"Where should I begin my feasting?" the wolf inquired.
"Wherever...you...want to." Duo whispered breathlessly.
Heero's hands slithered down skirt-clad hips, lifted the hem higher to reveal what his lover was actually wearing under the pleated fabric. Duo's engorged arousal strained against red satin bikini briefs on the verge of bursting at the seams.
Duo's anxious fingers curled around the waistband and pulled. He wiggled to shed taut fabric. Freed from the tight confines his manhood stood at attention awaiting whatever carnal pleasures the lustful lupine was about to bestow.
Without hesitate the ravenous wolf removed the headband ears, squatted down and shoved his head beneath the skirt. Tongue teased across the tip of Duo's twitching manhood.
Thus concludes my humble Halloween story. Not the end?
TRICK OR TREAT
Let your imaginations run wild.
OWARI
Author Note: Onna is Japanese for woman or older girl.
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