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Surprises	By : animecrazed117 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3963 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or any of the characters, I only borrow the boys for some ficticious fun! I make no profit from this story other than putting my inner plot bunnies to rest =P

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Quatre figured that since Trowa was the only person to say anything nice to him, he deserved to be first.

Each safe house had been built to suit the needs of each individual pilot. Wufei had a room to practice martial arts, Heero had a shooting range, and Trowa had a room full of gymnastics equipment so as not to get rusty. He enjoyed the challenge of flying through the air, twisting and flipping before landing to do it all again. His flexibility had come in handy more than once during missions, and he genuinely took pleasure in keeping himself limber. He kept to a routine, working on the high bar and the rings before moving to his specialty – the floor.

From his position in the corner, Quatre could watch the acrobats every move. Trowa had been so engrossed in his training that he hadn’t noticed his entrance, but that was preferred. Quatre observed Trowa, admiring the way sinewy muscle rippled as he launched himself across the floor in a dizzying series of handsprings and twisting layouts. A fine sheen of sweat reflected off of his skin, and Quatre wanted to keep watching, but that wasn’t the plan.

He stepped out of the corner as Trowa landed gracefully on his feet after another pass. He glanced at Quatre, surprised to see him there. He nodded in his direction before sitting down for a final stretch. Quatre continued to watch. “Was there something you needed?” he asked.

Quatre snapped back to reality. “Yea, actually,” he said, “I wanna learn how to do some of that.”

Trowa raised his visible eyebrow. “Why?”

“Cuz it gives me something to work on. Heero has his computers and guns. Wufei has his martial arts. Duo is always picking locks and I don’t have any active work to do and I’m bored. I thought maybe this would be a good way to channel some of that energy. You can always be more flexible, right?”

Trowa still didn’t look convinced. “Please!” Quatre wheedled. Gosh he sounded like Duo, only Duo wheedled. “I learn fast, and I really do want to try. C’mon Tro, help me out?”

Giving a small smile, Trowa consented. “Okay, well sit down and stretch out with me.”

Quatre gave a bright smile and hopped up onto the floor to plop down across from Trowa, legs straddled out. “Okay, reach your hands out as far as you can,” he instructed. To his surprise, Quatre reached all the way out in front of him and pulled himself down so that his chest was touching the floor, his hips perfectly rotated and toes pointed. “I thought you wanted to work on flexibility? You seem flexible to me,” he stated.

“Shit,” Quatre thought. “Gonna have to do better than that if you really expect him to go for this.” He lifted himself up and said shyly, “Well, yea, I’m pretty flexible, but I can’t do anything with it and I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’d love to try a flip or two.”

Trowa sighed. “It’s not that simple. There are steps to learning how to do handsprings. But I can show you some drills and if you get good at those then maybe we can try some later.”

Quatre was elated. This could work. Trowa kept talking. “Can you do either of the side splits?”

With an air of grace, Quatre pulled his right leg back so that he was sitting in the left split, then switched to the right split. Trowa just shook his head. “Okay, so legs aren’t going to be a problem. How about a back bend?”

Again, Quatre easily pushed himself up into a bridge. But instead of earning another compliment, he heard a chuckle. “That’s cheating,” Trowa told him. “You have to go backwards from standing up.”

“…like, fall backwards?” Quatre asked, getting a little nervous.

“Yeah. Here, stand up.” Quatre did as Trowa said. “Legs shoulder length apart. Hands by your ears.”

Again, Quatre followed the instructions, congratulating himself on his wardrobe choice. His blue tank top was brushing his navel, leaving a strip of skin exposed. Quatre smirked as he felt Trowa’s eyes on him. Trowa couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on that pale skin, noticing the ribs that were now visible, wishing he could touch… “Now, just bend backwards.”

Quatre just stayed there, staring straight ahead.

Trowa chuckled. “Mind over matter,” he coached. “It’s not nearly as scary as you’re thinking it is.”

“Easy for you to say,” Quatre mumbled. What had he gotten himself into? “I can do this…I want to do this,” he repeated to himself.

Trowa just smiled to himself as he watched the blonde boy’s inner battle. He remembered being scared at the thought of going backwards. To be honest, he was surprised Quatre was even here. While Quatre didn’t possess the specialized skills that the other pilots did, he was surrounded by the elite of the world, one in which he fit in smoothly. It was Quatre they depended on to pump information out of a dirty government official, and most of the time, they weren’t even aware he was doing it. He had the air of the aristocracy, and was their front man to the rest of the nations. While the other pilots hid behind him, Quatre did [what was considered by the rest of the pilots] the hardest job – interacting with people outside the five pilots. He had the social skills the other four lacked, and to this point, Quatre had never acted on anything else, never shown an interest in being something different. Though Trowa could see his point. He didn’t have any of the other “thieving skills”, as Duo called them. So he just watched while Quatre talked to himself, then shook his head and walked over to help.

“Ok, I’m going to spot you,” he said.

“…spot me?”

“Yes. I’m going to guide you through the motion so you don’t have to think so hard.”

“Oh. OK.” Quatre sounded relieved. “About time you got closer,” Quatre thought.

Trowa stood to one side of the slim blonde, placing a hand on his lower back and the other between his shoulder blades. Quatre held back a shiver at the touch. Trowa’s hands were warm through his skin, and when he inhaled, he could smell sweat and a delicious smell that was all Trowa, strong and masculine.

Trowa had to concentrate on the movement, and not on the lean frame in front of him. He kept his body in check as he gently guided Quatre to bend over backwards, startled when Quatre could bend nearly in half.

“Very good. Now think about rocking forward, and use your abs to stand yourself back up.”

The challenge of the move gave Quatre something to think about as he rocked slowly before pushing off the floor with his hands and suddenly found himself upright again. He gave Trowa a big smile.

“That wasn’t so hard!” he exclaimed. “Lemme try without you.”

Without another word, he stepped away from Trowa and bent over, bringing his hands down to the floor without a pause. Trowa had to grin. He was pretty good for a beginner. With a quick rock, Quatre was back to standing and smiling at Trowa. Trowa nodded his approval.

“What’s next?” Quatre asked.

“Hm. I guess you could try to kick over from there.”

“Show me,” Quatre asked.

Trowa simply turned so that he was parallel to Quatre and bent over. But instead of staying in the arched position, he brought one leg straight over in smooth motion, followed by the other leg so that he when he finished, he was standing, just a body length away from where he had started.

“That was really cool looking,” Quatre admired.

“It’s a good stretch. When you get to being able to do several of these in a row, then you can start learning the actual handsprings.”

“How did you get your legs to come over like that?” Quatre asked.

Trowa thought about how to explain it. It was just automatic to him. “Just come feel the motion.”

“…what do you want me to do?”

“Come place your hand,” he grabbed Quatre’s hand, “on my lower back.” He placed Quatre’s hand accordingly, just resting above the curve of his butt. Quatre couldn’t help but swallow and his eyes were pulled downward, where they admired the shape of Trowa’s ass … “focus, focus,” he chanted in his head.

Trowa didn’t give himself time to think about how close that hand was to other areas of his anatomy. Instead, he lifted his arms and began a slower back-walkover, giving Quatre time to feel the stretch and pull of his back and lower body, showing off just a little by freezing in the middle of the motion, perfectly upside down but with his legs in a near split above him. Slowly he finished the move, bringing his legs down as he brought his chest up, forcing Quatre to step with him in order to keep the contact.

Quatre used the motion to step closer to Trowa so that when he stood up, their hips were nearly brushing. Standing this close, Quatre was at shoulder-level of the taller pilot. “That was beautiful,” Quatre said softly, deliberately breathy and quiet. He met Trowa’s eyes, watching as Trowa drew a stuttering breath and feeling the muscles quiver under his hand. He let his hand slowly drop by his side, but not before brushing them over that tempting butt.

Trowa jumped and stepped to the side, putting space between their bodies so he could breathe. Quatre had no idea what he was doing, had no idea the effect this was having on him…Trowa fought his raging hormones back under control and snuck a look at Quatre. His eyes widened to see an unusual smirk gracing that pale face.

Quatre couldn’t help it. This was working so well. He watched Trowa battle with himself before closing the distance Trowa had placed between them. “Do it again?” he murmured, placing his hands higher than necessary on Trowa’s back so as to glide them down over the sweat-slicked skin, teasing with their nearness to the delicious curve under them.

Trowa bit back a groan. Holy crap, Quatre sounded like sex and tangled bed sheets. He swallowed and gave a sharp nod. Focusing on the desired motion, he bent over. Kicking over quicker than necessary, he was soon standing again, hands still over his head. He stopped breathing.

Quatre had used his momentary movement to bring himself in front of Trowa, facing him as the acrobat stood back up. He trailed his hand around Trowa’s torso, tracing his hip bone, eyes watching the skin jump. Trowa brought his hand down quickly to slap it over Quatre’s, trapping his hand to his skin. His breaths were coming quicker and his eyes looked a little glazed as they stared into Quatre’s. “You need to stop,” he hissed.

Quatre just grinned. “Or what? Getting all hot and bothered? You do look rather heated. Lemme help you.” He brought his other hand up to Trowa’s shoulder before trailing it down to the hem of his tank top, deliberately brushing a nipple on the way. Trowa couldn’t think. All of his blood was re-routing itself south. The things he wanted to do…but this is Quatre…

“Stop,” he said with a little more force, capturing the other hand with his, now holding both of Quatre’s hands to his heated skin. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he breathed.

“Don’t I?” Quatre challenged. Trowa’s eyes widened at the look in Quatre’s eyes and he felt himself grow harder. Quatre moved his fingers underneath Trowa’s, sliding back and forth over the skin there before dragging his hands up. Trowa dropped his hands to the side, losing the battle inside, wanting Quatre so very much. Quatre circled his nipples beneath his shirt, causing Trowa to gasp. He watched his fingers play across the still covered chest before deciding he wanted to remove said covering. He grasped the ends of the shirt and lifted them up. Trowa could only mutely comply, helping to bring the shirt up and over his head before bringing his hands back down, tangling one in Quatre’s hair as they both watched his hands on Trowa’s chest.

Quatre inhaled deeply. Gods, he loved that smell. So Trowa. He traced the outline of each muscle, the indentations, the scars. He leaned down and grazed his lips over a scar on Trowa’s right pectoral. Trowa gasped. Quatre smiled to himself, bringing his hands up to Trowa’s shoulders and staring into those green eyes. He could read the want there, the questions and uncertainty. He felt his own desire burning in his eyes, the lust pumping through his veins and pooled in his groin. “Kiss me,” he said.

Trowa hesitated. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to reach down and kiss Quatre senseless. But he still didn’t understand. “Why are you doing this?”

“What? Seducing you?” Quatre asked sweetly. “Because I like you. A lot. And I’ve dreamt of doing this for a long time.” He left out the part about if he had known Trowa was gay, he would have tried to seduce him a long time ago. “Now, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Trowa didn’t need another invitation. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to Quatre’s. He sighed. Lips so incredibly soft, molded to his own. He feathered his lips once, twice before settling more firmly over the other pair.

Quatre mentally rolled his eyes. Trowa didn’t seem to get it. He was not here for softness and cuddling. He pressed himself into the kiss and swiped his tongue over Trowa’s lips, asking for entry, deepening the kiss and causing Trowa to moan. They battled for dominance, but Trowa let Quatre take the lead. Still absorbed in the kiss, he didn’t notice where Quatre’s hands were until he felt fabric pool at his feet. He gasped as the cooler air hit his member, pulling back to stare down at Quatre.

“How far” *gasp* “do you plan” *gasp* “on taking this?” Trowa managed to get out.

“Hm. I dunno. I could think of a couple good uses for this.” Quatre brought his hands down, grasping Trowa’s member and giving a quick tug. Trowa’s breath exploded out of him. “Sonofabitch.”

Trowa watched through half-lidded eyes as Quatre melted to the floor in front of him, settling on his knees. “Holy shit,” was all he had time to think before Quatre had licked a trail of fire from his balls to the tip. He threw his head back and hissed as slowly Quatre licked back down and pushed his tongue against his balls. Then, he drew back up and ever so slowly took the tip of his cock into his mouth. He gently sucked, running his tongue under the ridge and tasting the salty precum. Nirvana.

Quatre sucking him was probably the hottest thing Trowa had ever seen. Better than his imagination. He watched as Quatre worked more and more of his cock into his mouth, his tongue teasing. He was on fire, melting from the heat that Quatre was sending through his body. Quatre must have sensed this, because he let go of his cock with an audible pop. “Lay down,” he instructed.

Trowa laid himself on the ground, not quite sure what Quatre had in mind. He propped himself up on his elbows in time to see Quatre divesting himself of his clothing. He really did look like an angel. Golden hair, bronzed skin shimmering in sweat and chest heaving. His erection sprung up from a nest of curls and Trowa’s mouth watered. He wanted to taste…and with that thought, abandoned lying down to crawl over to Quatre. His one visible eye locked with Quatre as he swept his tongue out to catch the drops leaking from the tip, proof that Quatre was as turned on as he was. It was Quatre’s turn to groan. He placed his hands on Trowa’s shoulders. “Beautiful…but not what I had in mind,” he told him. He pushed Trowa back to the floor and straddled the acrobat. He brought one of Trowa’s hands to his mouth, nibbling on a finger before mimicking the treatment his cock had been receiving moments ago. One, two, three fingers were teased and tormented, leaving Trowa gasping beneath him. Smirking down at him, Quatre turned himself around so that he was facing Trowa’s member once more. “I think you know what to do with those,” he said as he bent down to again capture Trowa’s cock with his mouth.

Trowa brought one finger up and traced the entrance to Quatre’s body, causing the smaller blonde to tense in anticipation. Slowly, he slid a finger inside. He felt Quatre’s groan reverberate through his cock and continued to pump his finger in and out. He brought another finger up to join the first, the heat from Quatre’s body scorching him, and searched for that spot…Quatre jerked back with a “gahhhh!” Trowa smirked. Again he brushed his hand against Quatre’s prostrate, causing him to let out another guttural moan and slam his hips back onto Trowa’s fingers. Then Trowa had an idea. He pulled out his fingers and pulled Quatre’s ass closer to his face before reaching up and swiping his tongue over the entrance.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” Quatre could only gasp and pant as Trowa used that wicked tongue to torment his body. An unexpected talent. He tried not to slam his hips backwards. He felt himself getting close and jerked himself away from Trowa. He turned around to face the taller man and prowled up his body to hover just above his cock. He leaned forward. “Do you want this?” he whispered into an ear. He nibbled on the shell of the ear, earning another gasp as he let a hand pinch a nipple. “Do you want to sink into my tight heat and fuck me till I scream your name?”

Trowa moaned, pulling Quatre into a heated kiss which he gladly let Quatre control. He could do nothing more than try to hold onto his sanity as Quatre leaned up and grasped the base of his cock before ever so slowly lowering himself. He teased them both, running Trowa’s cock around his entrance and between his cheeks before slowly impaling himself. He let just the tip inside, feeling the slow burn, reveling in it. He lowered himself until he was resting flush against Trowa’s thighs, all of Trowa’s length inside of him. He stilled, adjusting to his size. It had been a while, and the burn was delicious. He leaned forward to brush Trowa’s lips with his own. Trowa was holding on by a thread, trying not to lose control and pound into the tight heat surrounding him. His breathing was ragged, and he groaned as Quatre slowly lifted himself up and brought himself back down, his own breathing hitched. “Gods Tro, you feel so good.”

Trowa watched through glazed eyes as Quatre began a torturously slow rhythm. He could feel the tight heat of Quatre’s body tugging at him, creating a delicious friction that he never wanted to end. He started to lift his hips, urging Quatre to speed up and incidentally brushing over the angelic blonde’s prostrate. At the stimulation, Quatre’s rhythm faltered as he let out a low, guttural moan that made Trowa’s blood heat. Trowa tried to pick up the pace, but Quatre placed both of his hands firmly on the abdominals in front of him and growled. He stared down into Trowa’s burning emerald eyes with an intensity that had Trowa surrendering, letting Quatre set the pace. Message understood, Quatre straightened his torso, but didn’t start moving immediately. He took a second to enjoy the sight before him. Trowa was flushed, shimmery with sweat, chest heaving with labored breathing brought on from his arousal. Arousal he had caused. A feeling of empowerment came over Quatre, and pride. He had done this; he had made the taller pilot surrender. This was what he loved most. Knowing he was in charge of the other man’s pleasure. It was addicting.

Trowa stared up into aquamarine eyes. Quatre may be bottoming, but he was definitely in control here. As Quatre began to move again, his lust-hazed brain realized that Quatre was making a point. Not angelic. Not innocent. Then, coherent thought was short circuited as Quatre began to move faster, sliding up and down Trowa’s cock with intensity and fervor. All the while, he maintained eye contact with Trowa, seeing the boy’s eyes roll back and his face strain as he fought the urge to thrust. Trowa brought his hands up, rubbing up Quatre’s flanks, flicking his nipples with nimble fingers. “Ahhh,” Quatre moaned. Trowa was so close! Quatre could sense this and bent forward, resting his hands above Trowa’s shoulders and continuing to ride him as he whispered, “Make me cum, Trowa. Make me scream your name.”

Immediately, Trowa grasped the blonde’s hips and pistoned hard and long, their position allowing for Trowa to jab Quatre’s prostrate with every thrust. Quatre closed his eyes and hissed, “yesss. Harder, faster. FUCK ME!” Trowa lost it, slamming into him with every ounce of energy he had. It didn’t take long. Quatre felt the burn of orgasm upon him. He leaned down to lick Trowa’s ear before whispering, “Gods yes, gonna…cum!” And with that, he sat up, slammed down onto Trowa, and came, spouting thick ropes of semen to coat Trowa’s chest. His channel clamped down on Trowa, and Trowa only managed two more thrusts before he surrendered to the power and intensity of his orgasm, releasing his seed deep inside the blonde angel.

As he came down from his high, he corrected his thinking. Not an angel. A beautiful blonde sex god.

When he could feel his body again, Trowa gently pulled Quatre to his chest, not caring he was making both of them sticky. They lay there, panting for a minute. Finally, Quatre turned his head and met Trowa’s lips with the sweetest kiss, tender and loving. They broke the kiss, and Trowa looked into the beautiful eyes above him. “I get it,” he said. “Not an angel. No more teasing.”

Quatre smiled. “Good. Cuz if you didn’t get it, I would just have to seduce you again.”

Trowa laughed. “Oh you can do that all you want. I approve of your persuasive methods.”

Quatre’s smile lit up his face, burning bright in his eyes. “You’re just the first. I’m going to get everybody. Nobody is going to think me innocent by the end of the week.”

Trowa arched an eyebrow. “Oh really? Going to use the same methods on everyone?”

An evil gleam glinted in those eyes. “More or less. Different techniques and ideas for different people.”

Trowa just grinned and shook his head. The other pilots had no idea the demon they had just unleashed.
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