Twists are Fun!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing…Enough said I suppose ...

Warnings: Yaoi…Guy on guy, you don’t like it? Then why are you here? Oo; lmao XD Um…there is a little bit of what is considered Humiliation…its cute though…Anal, of course, its yaoi after all…That is all I can think of…

Paring: 3x4

Twists are Fun!


Death. Blood. Violence. Battle. All these things and more were nothing new to them. The war may have ended, but the memories still remained, their instincts as sharp as ever. And yet, they still had hopes for the future… as well as acquiring a sense of humor.

All five decided that a gathering was in order, and what better time for them to get together than Halloween? Seemed rather fitting, but they decided to add a little twist.

All were invited to Relena’s party, and they had full intentions of attending…But not dressed up as whatever they could come up with. Now where was the fun in that? No, instead they had drawn names much like “Secret Santa,” and on the slips with the names was their sizes.

Yes, to make things more interesting, the boys were to pick out a costume for their selected recipient. It could be anything, there were no rules or limitations. Best of all, the one it was given to would have to wear the complete outfit. And to make sure no one backed out? They could not open the box that contained said outfit until they were at the party.

In fact, they wouldn’t even exchange boxes until they were at the mansion.

Relena had been more than happy to agree to let them come in the back door and use some of the rooms to get dressed. It was obvious she was hoping to see Heero “uncensored” and that made a very upset Duo, and a grumpy…er…Wufei. They were already plotting against the bitch. Trowa and Quatre found that very amusing.

But the girl wasn’t really worth the effort.

The night was perfect. The full moon hung in the sky, giving off its light in an antique glow. It was eerily quiet outside as the pilots made their way towards the mansion and Quatre had a strange sense of foreboding. Something big was going to happen, he just didn’t know what.

The vehicle stopped and he waited for the chauffer to open the door. He held the box he was to give closer to him. He could only hope that Trowa liked what he had picked out. For some reason when he saw it, the outfit just jumped out at him and all he could think of was the brunette.

More specifically how good said brunette would look in it.

Quatre blushed at the thought. He really needed to get his mind out of the gutter before someone noticed. Before HE noticed. It wouldn’t do for the brunette to find out how he felt, because the blond didn’t want to lose the other man. Quatre didn’t want to scare off his most precious person just because he was gay.

And lusted after said person…but that was another story…The thing was, there are a lot of homophobes out there and though he didn’t know Trowa to be one of them, he wasn’t going to take the chance.

The driver opened the door and Quatre climbed out gracefully. After all, grace and finesse are to be expected of a Winner, his sisters taught him all about that… That, and how to walk in high heels. Why they taught him that…or rather forced him to learn all those years ago, he’ll never know.

It was no wonder he was gay…But then again, he had a sneaking suspicion that they realized his sexual preference even before he did.

‘Huh, women and their intuition.’ He thought with a smile as Relena herself opened the door and ushered him in. “Good day Miss Relena, its nice to see you again.”

Formalities were a bitch…just like the woman in front of him…

“It’s a pleasure seeing you again too, Quatre. I hope you and the others enjoy the festivities.” She smiled and led him into a large living room area that had several doors branching off.

“Great! Everyone is here, so let’s get this party started!” Duo exclaimed happily, not even trying to hide his excitement. He couldn’t wait to find out what outfit he’d get.

They all wondered whether or not the male had already been in the candy.

“Each door leads to a bedroom, so help yourselves. I’m thrilled to hear that you all came up with such an excellent idea. Perhaps I‘ll make it a tradition from now on…”

“It’s dishonorable to copy other people’s work.” Wufei grunted out with a glare and Relena paled.

“Oh…right, of course. What was I thinking…”

“You weren’t.” Duo congratulated Wufei mentally for getting another dig in.

“You are missing the party Miss Relena. Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re a poor hostess just because you are assisting us, now would we?” Quatre inquired politely, trying to smooth things over a little while also poking a little fun at the woman.

“Oh, quite right. If you need anything…”

“We’ll holla!” Duo exclaimed cheerfully as he ushered her out of the room.

When they were sure the woman was long gone they all gave a sigh of relief.

“I thought she’d never leave.” Trowa stated, much to everyone’s surprise.

Sure, they had all been thinking it, but everyone had been expecting Duo to voice it. Not their quiet little Trowa.

“Let’s get going, before all the foods gone!” Duo urged, thrusting his box into Wufei’s arms and picking up the box the raven haired man had left sitting in the chair next to him. “This mine?” Duo inquired and Wufei shook his head before looking pointedly at Heero.

“Here you go Hee-chan! Who’s got mine?” He asked as he handed Heero his box. Duo’s answer was Heero handing him the box he’d brought.

“That means we’ve got each other.” Trowa said with a smile as he held out his box for Quatre.

“Yea…” Quatre blushed lightly, the comment the brunette had made sounded so much deeper than it really was.

The blonde didn’t even realize the others had left. His focus was completely on the breathtaking brunette in front of him and he had to force himself not to do something degrading…like drool or throw himself at the other male. Though both ideas were rather appealing, especially the latter.

Trowa gently took the box that contained his outfit from Quatre’s grasp and replaced it with the box he had brought. All the while he was smiling, a grin that almost reminded one of the cat who ate the canary…or at least was about to…Quatre should have noticed, should have known that a look like that didn’t bode well. He should have realized that a look like that didn’t belong on Trowa. But did he?

No, the poor little Sandrock pilot was too far gone in La La Land that it never once occurred to him.

In fact, he was so dumbstruck that Trowa actually had to grab his arm and lead him to a bedroom. The brunette was such a gentleman about it too, opening the door for him, guiding him gently, their arms locked together, a hand softly grazing over his ass…

Wait…what?!

But before Quatre could analyze the situation the caress was gone and he chalked it up to an overactive imagination. Heck, even if Trowa’s hand had touched him there it would have been an accident. Quatre wasn’t lucky enough for it to be anything more, or so the blonde thought.

He was brought out of his musings when the box pressed against his arousal. A slight pressure, yes, but enough to have his manhood jumping for joy and begging for more. It was such a simple gesture though and Quatre knew that Trowa hadn’t done it for a reaction…well, not that kind of reaction at least…It was really just his silent way of telling Quatre to come back from Wonderland and get dressed.

Quatre bluched. He had been caught day dreaming, and by the man he was dreaming about. How embarrassing.

“T…Thank you, Trowa…um…” Quatre trailed off, unable to think of what he was about to say when he saw Trowa smile.

“Don’t forget, Quatre, you have to wear the whole outfit. Every last piece.” Trowa commented and walked out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

Quatre stared at the door for a moment, the words the brunette had spoken not quite registering. He sighed dreamily as he thought about the brunette, replaying said boy’s departure over and over again in his head. The green-eyed male had one nice ass that the blonde imagined would feel great to…

Quatre shook his head, trying to rid it of the images running rampant through it. He didn’t know how he was going to survive this party. Survive when his wet-dream come true was in the same room…Hell, the same building! With him. His mind wouldn’t leave the gutter this evening, that was for certain, but Quatre was determined to keep himself in check. He didn’t want to lose Trowa. Not for something he could hide.

Straightening up, and looking proud, Quatre made his way over to the bed and set his box on it. Nodding in newfound resolve and determination he took a deep breath. He wouldn’t think about sex or anything related to it tonight. He would be calm, normal, and would blend into the crowd. He would…

Quatre collapsed on the bed and stared.

While his brain had been going on, ranting and raving, he had opened the box. No, it wasn’t the fact that he had opened it without consciously doing so that created the reaction. It was what was in the box that had caused his knees to buckle.

There, sitting so seemingly innocent was something he wouldn’t have expected, not in a million years. Black velvet body, corset like in style, just begging to be stroked went perfectly with fishnet stockings and sexy black heels. The fluffy white puffball went splendidly with the headband and it’s extremities, which really complimented the garter.

Yea, you guessed it. The box contained one hella-sexy playboy bunny suit. And Quatre didn’t know whether to blush, faint, or all of the above.

Luckily the blonde went with option #1 as he proceeded to undress while trying not to turn red as a tomato. He failed miserably though as all the blood rushed to his face. He looked as if he had a bad case of the sunburn, especially when he found a nice pair of black velvet thongs in the box as well. But luckily the blush wouldn’t last…not too terribly long, at least he hoped.

Quatre couldn’t believe Trowa had given him something so…provocative. He would have never expected it of the quiet male, but it made the blonde wonder. Was Trowa that way? Or was the brunette just pulling a good prank on him? Did Trowa want to see him like this for lust? Or for laughs?

Either way he wouldn’t disappoint the brunette. The deal was to wear the costume given to them, and all of it, and that was what the blonde would do. Though he secretly hoped that even if Trowa was straight, that this little ditty would turn said straight man gay.

Quatre dressed quickly, but made sure that it looked great. Taking a little time here and there to perfect every little detail. He would have men drooling for him before this night was over, whether they be gay or not, but he only wanted one to notice him. He only desired one.

The blonde was so caught up in his thought and fixing every little detail that he didn’t notice the door open, nor the fact that he had company. He was in his own little world and so deep in thought that he never once sensed danger. Never heard the door locking, and never sensed the other’s presence.

He was bent over messing with his heels when two strong arms wrapped around him and hauled him against a hard chest. Quatre gasped and started to struggle, but the man behind him gripped tighter and chuckled.

“I like the outfit, Quatre.” A deep voice purred and the blonde relaxed.

It was only Trowa, so he was safe. No assassin or something of that nature, no OZ soldier trying to kill him, it was Trowa. His friend, companion, and fellow pilot. Trowa who was complimenting the outfit that the blonde had chosen for him to wear. Trowa who was…not wearing his costume…

Quatre couldn’t see it, but he could feel that he was not wearing the silky material of the vampire costume he had chosen for the brunette. “Trowa, why aren’t you wearing your outfit? Do you need some help with something?” He asked innocently and cried out when he found himself laying face down on the bed, his ass high in the air.

“Oh yea, you can help me with something.” Trowa grinned, though Quatre couldn’t see it.

Trowa was acting weird and he couldn’t place it. If was almost as if the brunette wanted to do something sexual. But that couldn’t be righ…

Quatre gasped when the snaps at the crotch of the outfit where opened and the fishnets yanked down, revealing his pale ass, which was only covered in a thong. He could feel the thong break as it was literally ripped from his body.

“T…Trowa?” Quatre inquired.

This couldn’t be right. Trowa wasn’t like this, it was more like an erotic fantasy than a reality and Quatre wondered if he had drifted off to La La Land again.

“Quatre.” Trowa groaned and leaned over the blonde, placing his head next to the blonde’s ear as he rubbed his hard shaft between Quatre’s butt cheeks. “I want you so bad…can you feel it?”

‘Oh my God, I am dreaming! And I am going to cum if he says that again…’ Quatre thought with a moan. He was so close just from hearing the brunette mutter those words. Dream or no, Quatre was going to enjoy every second of this one.

“Well… if you… want me… take me.” Quatre gasped out, already unable to catch his breath. He liked it hard and kinky, it was one of his fetishes that he’s never admit to anything but his diary.

“Gladly.” Trowa groaned and inserted a finger, finding Quatre’s entrance already lubed. Raising an eyebrow in surprise he added another finger and began scissoring them as he asked, “Explain?”

Quatre blushed furiously, but gasped when Trowa grazed that special place. “I…I…I fingered my…myself before…I came over…” He admitted, embarrassed and Trowa chuckled.

“That’s hot. Next time, let me watch.” Trowa purred in the blonde’s ear before entering the male beneath him, hard and fast, just how Quatre liked it.

“Oh Gods, Trowa! Yes!” Quatre screamed in pure ecstasy as the brunette continued to pound his ass, bringing them both closer to completion.

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Meanwhile, the others were at the party. Duo was dressed as Shinigami, the God of Death. Rather fitting. Heero was a soldier and looking damn good, a perfect outfit for the perfect soldier. And Wufei was dressed as one sexy ass Youkai. A dragon demon that women were dying to go over and meet and men couldn’t help but stare.

Which annoyed Wufei to no end. Of course, that was the point. Duo had gotten it for him after all.

“Hey ‘Fei, where is Trowa and Q-man?” Duo inquired.

“How the hell should I…”

“AHHHHHHH, TROOOOWA!!!”

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Needless to say, the look on the three’s faces was priceless.

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A/N: Please Review! If I get enough reviews I might add the 1x2 fic that I am working on. If I don't get at least 10 reviews, then I'll only put it on y!Gallery *^.^* Tee hee.

This is my contest entry for the Trowa x Quatre (xTrowa) Love Club’s Halloween contest on y!gallery ( http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/ ) It hasn’t been beta-ed yet, I’ll get to that here this weekend probably…I just thought I’d put it up for the AFFN community to enjoy :3 ~ So, I hope you liked it! *^.^*