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"Misbehaving Again?"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: R Warnings: AU, WAFF and naughtiness Pairings: 3x4 Summary: A relationship founded on breaking a few rules thrives on breaking a few rules, right? What Xavier doesn’t know won’t hurt him! Right? AN: Another sequel to Misbehavior "Misbehaving Again?" “Trowa! We’re not supposed to! Xavier’s going to kill us if he finds out,” Quatre complained even as he let his new boyfriend press him against a little nook in a deserted hallway and began to kiss him hungrily, hands sliding all over Quatre’s body. He was a sucker for those hands, though... Trowa was quiet when it came to speaking (Quatre thought it had to do with Trowa’s self-consciousness about his very heavy accent) but when it was physical? Trowa was a pro at teasing Quatre mercilessly then making him scream. It had only been two weeks since they had exchanged names in front of Xavier’s office. Trowa had leaned against him, flicking his hips a little and smirked. He made Quatre say it; Made Quatre pull up all his courage and blurt out “Will you go out with me tonight?” and then he had leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle but completely toe-curling, heart-stopping, cock-throbbing kiss that left Quatre reeling. Then Trowa had pulled away and winked, and then held up 7 fingers as he walked away, saying “Seven Clock,” (which Quatre translated to: “Pick me up at 7, Gorgeous”). Quatre had watched his ass all the way down the hallway, loving the way his tail brought attention to his long, lean legs. He was wearing tight, low-rise jeans again so that when he bent just right Quatre got a look at the tiger-stripes that went all the way up his spine, hidden under the tight black T-shirt he had been wearing that day. Quatre couldn’t seem to get enough since. Trowa was a very quiet date, but not shy. Quatre had taken him to a movie but Trowa didn’t want to go for ice cream after, convincing Quatre with that sexy little smirk of his that a walk would be better. Which it was. Especially when Trowa had yanked him off the trail into a little alcove and gave him tonsil-exploratory surgery, demonstrating just how good he could be with those hands. Speaking or not, Trowa was demonstrative and seemed head over heels for Quatre. Any time. Any place. Already Trowa had learned now to climb the institute walls and slink into Quatre’s room after dark with the ease of a cat-burglar! “Vat Xavier do not know vill not hurrt him.” Trowa purred heavily against Quatre’s neck as he sucked and nipped, happily leaving a trail of hickeys down the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt. “It’s not like he haz a camerrra here.” And he was right. In the hallways at the Institute there was no surveillance equipment, even if there was a strict no-making out on school property policy which Trowa loved to break. Quatre was quickly capitulating as Trowa’s hands- his slightly clawed, gently furred and oh-so-talented hands- worked the buttons of his shirt open to give him mouth more room to kiss and nip, his long striped tail flicking excitedly as he moved down, and down his boyfriend’s chest until he was at the button of Quatre’s pants... and Quatre wouldn’t DARE stop him now! Trowa popped the button and worked on the zipper, and Quatre whimpered, sliding his hands in his boyfriend’s hair in encouragement. “MROW!” Trowa let out a startled yeowl as he was yanked across the hall, his fur on end and tail poofing in anger. He turned to the offending telekinetic and hissed- then abruptly stopped, ears dropping and tail flicking down in surrender. Uh oh.... Quatre peeked his head out... and GROANED. Of all the staff that could have caught them... “Hello Professor Xavier...” Quatre said, nibbling on his bottom lip. Xavier looked at Quatre and Trowa through steepled fingers with a lifted brow of accusation. He turned to Trowa first, “I do not need a camera to tell me when my students are fraternizing where they should not be.” He informed them. Of course not... the man can read minds! He knew every naughty thing Trowa and he had done! Quatre was so embarrassed he wished he could just melt
into the floor and DIE. Xavier seemed to snicker in response to Quatre’s
melodramatic thoughts and looked at the blonde with a little sadistic
smirk, “No, Mister Winner, I did not need to read your minds,
nor do I regularly monitor the hallways for students making out. It
was rather easy to tell you two were hiding there... Mister Barton’s
tail never lies, and you were floating the flower pot, Mister Winner.” Trowa stood, his tail flicking back and forth and he waited for Xavier to turn the corner... then he flicked his eyes to the side, gazing at his lover... “Vant to go to yourr rroom instead?” Quatre grinned and grabbed Trowa’s arm, running off in the other direction before Xavier saw towards his bedroom. “You know I love you, right?” Quatre laughed, tugging him through the door to fall onto his bed. Trowa responded with a deep, happy purr, and nuzzled his cheek, then kept nuzzling him down... and down... and down... ~~~~~~~ One hallway over, Xavier let out a long suffering groan,
“TEENAGERS!”
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