The Prince Bride

Disclaimer: Neither DBZVelena or ShenLong own in any way, shape, form or
matter any rights to the Movie/Book "The Princess Bride" All rights
remain with Act III Communications and William Goldmthe the appropriate
copyright owners. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is
being made here. This fic, "The Prince Bride" is based on this
movie/book but with several twists and Yaoi content. This fic also contains many
direct quotes and scenes from the movie/book.

Rating: Since both stories are rated PG.-13 and this fic is based on them. Most of the fic will be PG.-13. However be careful to check individual chapters to be sure. (ShenLong might add a lemon, you never know...)

Warnings: Violence, romance, lime, fluff, cheesy-ness, AU, OOC, and lots more.

Pairings: Lots! *snicker*

Authors Note: DBZVelena: Sorry for the delay people, but connection problems plague my p.c. and to top it off my aunt just had her 4th boy. Now my mom wants me as her personal driver to visit my aunt in the hospital and coo over the baby. Personally, I get paid in chocolate pacifiers. (yummy, chocolate) Well, here goes our attempt to rewrite the whole chapter. (for anybody that knows the movie, in the original its a giant that plays Trowa's part. But Tro
ain't no giant, so rewrite the chapter is required. Ohh boy, here it goes. If it sucks don't blame ShenLong ok? She only works out my draft chapters.
ShenLong: *grins and adds.* Yeah if it sucks don't blame me I only write the chapters. *runs off*


A Yaoi story based on the Movie/book The Princess Bride and Gundam Wing. This story is brought to you by the combined efforts of DBZVelena and ShenLong.

DBZVelena's Madhouse and ShenLong -- Dragon Ball Diaries present:

The Prince Bride

ShenLong & DBZVelena

Chapter 8 "Fighting an Elf."

The masked swordsman left his sleeping opponent and ran through the ruins and into the valley following the tracks that had been left by Quatre, Trowa and the un-cooperative Heero.

chinching the top of the hill Quatre decided to take a brief rest and catch his breath before continuing on. He stared back at the way they had come and nearly wet his pants.

There in the distance he could see the black encased figure on their trail.

"In... Inc...Incon..... Damn! Impossible." he muttered aloud.

"What is?" asked Trowa.

"That!" spluttered Quatre as he pointed to the valley below.

Trowa turned and watched as the dark man made his way along the valley floor in their direction. Trowa scratched his head. "He must be good to have defeated Wufei."

"I bet he snuck him some liquor."

Trowa didn't hear the last comment, he was too busy trying to come to terms with the facat hat his lover may be dead. A tear rolled down his cheek.

Quatre turned around. "What the hell?"

"I'm sorry." sniffled Trowa. "It's just that... well.... I never did get that spanking and now it's too late."

Quatre rolled his eyes. "I'll give you a spanking in a minute." he growled.

"You mean that?" Trowa's eyes lit up.

Quatre smacked his forehead. "Just how the hell did I end up with you?" he saw Trowa's mouth about to open so he added hastily, "Don't bother to answer that."

Trowa shut his mouth again.

"Here, pass him to me." Quatre said as he indicated to Heero who was still chained. "See if you can stop the masked menace."

Trowa gave him a puzzled look

"Deal with him and then catch us up."

Trowa frowned and looked at Quatre. "Ummm... Just how do you want me to finish him off?"

Quatre groaned, it wasn't the first time he had asked himself if the man/elf wasn't a few cards short of a full deck. "Look, just finish him off quickly. Do it your way." Quatre turned to grab Heero and leave.

"Ummm Quatre? Just what is my way?"

"Aggghhh! Morons... I'm surrounded by morons!" Quatre walked over to Trowa. "You get behind that rock over there and when the black beastie comes around the bend use one of your knives and those incredible throwing skills you insist you have, that I have yet to see proof of, and nail his head to a tree." Quatre growled, frustrated.

"Oh. Okay." Trowa nodded in acceptance. "I think I can do that."

Quatre groaned. "I really need to get better help." he muttered.

Heero found himself yanked to his feet as Quatre tugged on his chains. "Come on
Princely, we need to get going."

Heero did his best but the chains weren't designed for much movement. In fact, being a part of a nice bondage set that Wufei had purchased some time ago for Trowa, they were made for the opposite.... restraining the *victim*. Heero kept stumbling as he tried to keep up, causing Quatre to yank on his chains even harder. After a short while of this treatment Heero began to understand just how a flush toilet felt.

Trowa watched them leave before moving towards the rock Quatre had pointed out earlier. As he took up his position in wait, his sense of fair play came into effect. It seemed to him that it would be bad sportsmanship to nail his opponent to a tree without at least giving him the chance to fight back. Then again maybe he had been spending just a little too much time with Wufei and his
sprouting of justice and honor.

The dark one came around the bend and slowed his pursuit. Pausing for a moment he looked around at the scattering of rocks, boulders and trees. "This would be a perfect place for an ambush, better be careful Shini-chan or ya might end up dead after all and that would be most unfortunate considering you came this far." the dark one said softly to himself.

Slowly the black slender figure made his way around the bend scanning carefully from left to right for any indication that there might be an ambush.

With a swoosh of air and a *thunk* a knife whistled past his ear and embedded itself into the trunk of the tree. After a quick debate as to whether he needed a change of underwear or not he drew his sword and raked his eyes over the landscape from where the knife had come.

"You know I did that on purpose.... I don't usually miss." Trowa stepped out from behind the rock, another knife gleaming in his hand.

The lithe black figure straightened and took in the form of his adversary. "I believe you." he said in his quiet tone. "So what happens now?" He swallowed hard as he studied the elf/man before him. Tall and slender with an almost feline grace about him, long thick bang of hair that obscured half his face, sparkling emerald eye peeking out in a seductive manner, kissable lips, nice firm butt.... Whoa! Hold on there Shini.

The dark one looked again. Just how the hell did he manage to throw the knife that good when it was debatable he could even see from underneath that shaggy thatch of hair? But the dark one knew he had no hope of dodging all those knives if the elf/man chose to throw them, and he didn't like the thought of becoming a pincushion just yet.

Trowa tapped the blade against his chin as he studied the slender form. The man certainly had an air of the mysterious about him and it wasn't all due to the mask either. Trowa felt himself respond to the sight and shivered. Under any other circumstance he wouldn't mind getting to know this delightful creature a bit better but for now it was unfortunately back to business.

"I suggest we face each other, sportsman like. No swords, no knives, nothing... just us... Mano e mano." Trowa smiled as he spoke, looked like he was going to have some fun after all. It had been a while since he had enjoyed himself, following Quatre's orders all the time didn't leave much time for playing and now with Wufei gone it didn't look like he was going to get any anytime soon either. Best to make the most of what he could get when he could get it, and judging by the tight pants on the form in front of him there was a rather nice package to be explored.

The masked man looked thoughtful. "You mean that if I put down my sword you will put down your knife and we can try to kill each other like civilized people?" He hesitated a little. Laying down his sword would make him vulnerable and he wasn't too sure he fancied being open and exposed at this point... especially after he had noticed the way the other had been checking him out. But then again, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.

"I could kill you right now." the elf/man's rich voice caressed the air and as if to emphasize his point he made to throw the knife.

"I think the odds are slightly in your favor my friend, but all right." The odds were more than slightly he thought but he still had something up his sleeve. He turned a little and bent to lay his sword on the ground, making sure his tight pants gripped his ass and showed off his
assets to the best of their ability.

Trowa moaned at the teasing display and had to adjust himself discreetly. Now was *not* the time to be getting these sorts of reactions. He tossed his knife to one side. "I am what I am my friend, I hardly work out at all."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Then let me say you have a wonderful physique for one who doesn't practice the art of exercise."

"I never said I didn't exercise... I just said I hardly work out."

The dark one thought about that for a moment and shook his head. Surely he didn't mean what he thought he meant? He quickly brought his mind back from its *uke* wanderings to the task at hand.

They faced each other, crouched, and prepared to fight. The dark one darted forward intent on giving Trowa a fist full. Trowa somersaulted out of the way. The dark one pulled up surprised and whirled around to see Trowa standing behind him. He put his hands on his hips and glowered at him.

"Hey what about staying still? How do you expect me to hit you if you keep on moving?"

Again the masked man shot forward to attack but Trowa moved swiftly and used his shoulders to flip him over and toss him behind him. Unfortunately he underestimated the black figure's speed.

No sooner had his feet hit the dirt than the dark one spun around, reached between Trowa's legs and felt him up.

Trowa was in shock. He didn't know whether to moan, beg or grope back.

The dark one took advantage of the situation and before Trowa's mind could register the loss of the hand from his groin the dark one was on his back and had him in a headlock, applying pressure to his windpipe and effectively cutting off his air supply.

Trowa dipped forwards, lifting his opponent off his feet and backed up to a rock where he pushed back in an attempt to rid himself of the clinging creature.

"Uh... Ooooof!" the lithe one huffed as his back connected with the rock. "Ohhh..." followed immediately after as his groin was pushed against the firm rear of the body he clung to. His legs wrapped around the slim waist and he pressed himself closer still.

Feeling the hardness pressing against his rear Trowa slammed back into the rock again and again, desperate to feel more of the sensation and hopefully get a little more friction at the same time.

Clinging for dear life the masked marvel hung on grim and determined not to release his hold on the elf/man's neck..... or his essence in his pants. After all the stain would be a bitch to get out!

Trowa continued to push back against the rocks until the lack of air combined with the sensations to his rear became too much. He staggered a little and gave one last push... It was just enough, and as his release hit him so did the oxygen depravation, which was a shame as it was one of the most intense climaxes he was to have for some time and he wasn't likely to remember it.

He shuddered and collapsed to the ground.

The masked form let go of his hold and rubbed himself lightly against the warm thigh before rolling the unconscious, smiling Trowa over and listening to his heart.

It was beating erratically but would soon settle.

He looked over the form, satisfying himself that the man would not n ann any danger. He brushed a tender kiss over sweet lips before whispering into the ear. "Hmmm, I don't envy you the headache you are going to have when you wake up... or the excuse you will need to explain the stain in your pants."

With a snicker he bent to retrieve his sword, sheathed it, adjusted himself in his tight pants and set off once more after Quatre and the struggling Heero.


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tbc..........