Author: Merula
Pairings: 1x2x1, of course...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Crossdressing under protest, Wufei in a loincloth, mild lemony content including spanking, and a set stolen from Labyrinth.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Deals With Wolves
"Heero!" I yelled as I checked out my reflection one last time in the hallway mirror, "we're going to be late! Hurry up!"
Muffled grumbling floated down the hallway. It sounded like my lover was threatening to kill me. I didn't take it too seriously; he'd been threatening that for the last two weeks. The man was a sore loser.
I heard the bedroom door open. "I'm ready, but I want you to know that I truly hate this."
I turned to look. Heero was walking towards me, his red cape floating over his shoulders, his skirt swinging just above his knees, the long thigh-highs making his legs look smooth and white in the dim light.
"You look lovely," I teased. He stopped, arms crossing over his chest and glared at me.
"I look like an idiot."
"No you don't. You look like you're supposed to look. Little Red Riding Hood dresses like that." I gestured at the blue and white dress, the red cape, and the pointed black shoes. "You look perfect." I tugged him towards the mirror, leaning over his shoulder so he could see the both of us. "We look great. Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf."
"The Big Bad Wolf also hung out with the three pigs," he reminded me. "We could've done that if you so wanted to be a wolf."
"You couldn't be all three pigs, and you won't let me have a harem." Heero growled. "I'm teasing. Relax, you look great!"
I studied his reflection in the mirror. Heero was pointedly not looking at his reflection. "I don't look like a girl," he snapped. "I still think you should've done this part."
"You lost the bet," I reminded him. He was right; he looked nothing like a girl. He looked like Heero Yuy, ready to kick some ass and take some names, who just happened to be wearing a dress. I studied him carefully in the mirror, letting my hands wander over him, tugging the cape into a more graceful fold, smoothing a wrinkle in the skirt, letting my fingers touch that small bit of exposed skin between the top of his stocking and the edge of his skirt. "Besides, I look great like this."
Heero's eyes met mine in the mirror, then moved to take in my reflection- fake ears, tight black shirt and pants, the tail brushing the backs of my legs.
"I suppose you do," he snorted.
I grinned and turned him around to face me. "Heero, it's a costume party. No one will look twice at you. Everyone is going to be dressed up. Relax, we're going to have a good time."
I put my lips against his teasingly; let my hands slide down his back, pulling his hips against mine. He kissed me back hungrily as he always did, pushing against me, letting his hands roam over my body.
"We could just skip the party," he whispered against my mouth. My fingers had found the edge of his skirt again. Oh... it was tempting... my fingers slid under the skirt a bit, and then I pulled away from him.
"Heero, please tell me you're wearing something under that skirt!"
He frowned. "Of course I am." He lifted the skirt, displaying his favorite pair of plaid boxer shorts.
"Heero! You can't wear those under a skirt! Borrow some of mine..."
He made a face.
"There are clean ones in my drawer. Briefs would be better."
"I hate those things. I'm already uncomfortable!"
"Heero..." I pleaded.
All of a sudden his face smoothed out, and his lips curved up in a faint smile. "You don't want me to wear these?"
"Of course not!"
"Okay." He reached up under the skirt and slid the boxers off. He tossed them at me and I caught them. "We're late. Let's go." And he headed for the door, scooping up his basket of goodies on the way.
Oh- he wasn't!
"Heero! You need underwear!"
"No I don't. If I can't wear those, I'm not wearing any." He opened the door and left.
I hoped it wasn't windy outside. I chased after him.
"Heero!"
He was already climbing into the car. I sighed. Damn it, I knew he was already mad about the outfit. I pushed him with that one. I closed and locked the door behind me and joined him in the car.
He was sitting there calmly, eyes focused straight ahead.
"Look, I'm sorry. Really. You can wear them." I offered the boxers to him and he tossed them over his shoulder and into the backseat.
"We're late."
Damn, he was mad.
I started the car and backed out of our driveway. I turned the radio on and decided that I was keeping my mouth shut for a little while. Heero would calm down. He always did.
Halfway to Quatre's I snuck a glance at him. He had one foot stretched out in front of him and one knee pulled up. That was his usual way of sitting, but... his skirt had slid... I wrenched my eyes back on the road before we had an accident.
"Heero, if you aren't going to wear them, please keep your legs closed at least?"
He sniffed, tugged the skirt down and crossed his legs. That made the small gap of skin between his stocking and skirt much wider. I made a faint sound and he looked at me.
"What?"
"I don't think that's much better."
He sniffed again. "You wanted me dressed like this, you'll have to live with it."
I hid a sigh. He had a point, sort of. I spent the rest of the ride trying to come up with an argument to convince him to put his underwear back on.
We got to Quatre's and once I parked the car, I was ready to launch into my perfect list of reasons why he needed underwear.
He got out of the car before I could start.
I caught up to him as he headed up Quatre's front walk. "You're evil," I complained and he laughed at me.
"I've learned from the best," he told me and rang the bell.
Rashid opened the door. I smiled at him as I took in his costume. "Let me guess, Quatre convinced you to be the Forty Thieves."
Rashid rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yes."
"How did he do it?"
"You'll know when you see him." Rashid gestured for us to come in. "You'll feel better about your costume when you see Master Trowa," he said to Heero.
"Doubt it," Heero muttered.
"Everyone is out in the garden." Rashid pointed us in the right direction.
"Garden," I muttered to Heero. "On L2 we'd call it a park."
He chuckled. "I'm glad it's outside. I like Quatre's park."
I smiled, happy that he seemed to have gotten over his annoyance, but still not happy with his 'commando' status.
We went out the French doors and into Quatre's garden. It was already full of people mingling, eating, and admiring each other's costumes. Heero and I made our way through the crowd.
I noticed several people, male and female, eyeing my lover. I slung an arm around his waist as we walked. I was the only wolf who was going to get close to this little Red tonight.
Heero gave me an odd look; I normally wasn't touchy in public.
Quatre and Trowa were in the middle of a group of people, Quatre resplendent as Ali Baba. Trowa, beside him... I blinked, rubbed my eyes and blinked again.
"Who are you supposed to be?" I asked Trowa when we got close enough.
He sighed and adjusted a veil. "Scherazade."
"You look lovely," Heero told him.
"Ditto Yuy. Your ensemble is very fetching."
Quatre finished his conversation with someone dressed as Zorro and turned to smile at us. "How appropriate," he grinned at me. "And Heero- you're a picture."
"Which reminds me," Trowa glanced around. "No one brought a camera, did they?"
"If I find one, I'll destroy it," Heero promised him.
"Not unless I get to it first," Quatre laughed. "I think pictures sound like a wonderful idea! I'll go find Auda." And he wandered off quickly.
Trowa growled. "Your boyfriend," Heero reminded him.
"Won't stop me from strangling him with one of these damn veils." Trowa replied and vanished into the crowd after Quatre.
"Come on," I tugged on Heero's waist. "Let's go eat."
We made it safely over to the tables, but once we reached them, we were waylaid by Relena, dressed as Cinderella, with Dorothy as a wicked stepsister in tow. She and Heero started talking about the most recent law that had been passed, and I got bored.
I spotted an unhappy-looking dark haired man by the bar, so I left Heero to Relena, figuring he'd be safe enough, and went to torment Wufei.
"Like the outfit," I said to him with a smirk. "Let me guess- Sally picked it?"
He glared at me. "What 'outfit'? I'm wearing a loincloth- thanks to that woman."
"I noticed. You have the body to pull it off." I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Quit ogling me Maxwell." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"Uh, Wufei- don't look now, but I think most of the room is ogling you."
He snorted.
"Where's Jane?" I scanned the area looking for Sally.
"She wandered off with Noin a moment ago." Wufei raised a shoulder in a shrug. "Something about having to see what Zechs is wearing."
"What is Zechs wearing?"
Wufei shook his head. "Considering that Noin was giggling uncontrollably, I do not think I want to know. I have to work with the man on Monday after all."
"Hey Duo!" Sally appeared by Wufei's elbow. "Doesn't Wufei look wonderful?"
"Oh yes," I leered. Wufei snarled. Sally laughed.
"Where's Heero?"
I turned around, scanning the crowd. Heero wasn't in sight. "Hm, I left him with Relena a moment ago. He's Little Red Riding Hood."
"Maxwell- you didn't!"
I turned back around and smiled at Wufei. "What makes you think I had anything to do with it?"
He shook his head. "Oh please. This is a literary costume party. Little Red Riding Hood is obviously more your level than Heero's. You must've had something to do with it."
"I think you're insulting my intelligence, Chang."
"Merely your literary taste Maxwell."
I scanned the crowd again. "Ha ha. I'd stand here and engage in more witty banter with you, but I need to go find Little Red before there's trouble."
"I think you're trouble enough- and you'll be in more when Heero learns that you called him that." Wufei smiled. "I will send flowers to your funeral." He and Sally vanished into the crowd before I could think of a retort.
I wandered through the crowd, greeting those people I recognized, searching for Heero. Quatre's garden was huge and he had invited a lot of people.
I searched around the fountain, wandered among the rose garden, looked around the food tables and found no sign of him. I glanced towards the huge hedge-maze Quatre had in one corner of his garden. I doubted Heero had gone in there.
I stopped by a small wall covered with jasmine and let my eyes scan the crowd again, finally spotting Heero. He was talking to one of the guys who worked in the tech department, sitting at one of the small tables that had been set up on the lawn.
Moving closer, I noticed that the guy's eyes kept dropping down to Heero's legs.
I prayed he had remembered the thing about keeping his legs together.
As I got closer I realized that he had. He'd crossed his legs, but again, all that did was make the skirt ride up high on his thighs. The tech guy was leaning forward, his chair way too close to Heero's...
"There you are." I draped my arms around Heero's shoulders and glared at the tech guy. "I've been looking for you."
"You're the one that wandered off," Heero reminded me.
"You were talking about law stuff with Relena, I was bored. Besides I had to give Fei a bad time about his costume. Have you seen him?"
"No," Heero smirked, "but I saw Zechs."
The tech guy cleared his throat. "I see someone I know over there," he said and left.
Heero looked up at me. "You were glaring at him."
"Not me."
Heero shook his head. "This is almost funny."
"What is?"
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I can kick your ass in the gym."
"I know that."
"You've been very... possessive tonight." He pointed out, looking almost smug. "Falling into the stereotype?" He smoothed the skirt and I rolled my eyes.
"No." I leaned closer so I could whisper in his ear. "Usually when we are at these things you are decently clothed. I'm used to the staring, the looks that people give you, and I don't care because I know I'm the only one that ever sees...some parts of you."
Heero's eyebrows flew upwards. "That's what this is all about?"
I pulled him up to his feet, picking up his basket with my free hand. "Mingle with me?"
"You just don't want me sitting in the skirt."
"Damn right." I glanced down at that small bit of exposed flesh that had been tempting me all evening.
Heero chuckled. "Let's go wander the maze."
"You just don't want me talking to anyone."
"Damn right." Heero laughed. We headed towards the maze, a small buzz of activity around it. We walked past the sign Quatre had placed by the entrance.
We Are Not Responsible For Anything You Might Lose In The Maze.
A few turns, and we were alone in the greenery. Luckily, Quatre had lights installed every few feet or so. I was glad. The one time I had been in the maze had been in the daylight with Quatre for a guide. I hoped Heero knew where we were going.
He seemed to- he was counting the turns. When we reached the fifth one, he turned to the right and we found ourselves at a dead end.
"Oops." I said and Heero shook his head.
"Not exactly." He smiled at me and slipped through the hedge in an opening I didn't see until he used it.
I followed. We were in a small square enclosure, carpeted with grass. A tree cast a shadow over a bench on one side. Heero smiled. "Quatre showed me this. It's where he and Trowa sometimes come to hide out for a bit."
"It's very peaceful."
He sat down on the bench, placing his basket down beside him. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips. I knew that smirk. I could only hope it meant what I hoped it meant.
"What big ears you have," he said and I grinned.
"The better to hear you with." I knelt down next to the bench, and his fingers threaded themselves in my hair. I licked my lips.
"My, what a long tongue you have," he said and I let it wander over that patch of skin I had been dying to taste, right above his stocking top. I let my fingers wander under the hem of his skirt, exploring. He sucked in a deep breath.
"All the better to taste you with." I said, and spread his legs apart so I could place my head between them. I nipped at the inside of his thigh and he gasped.
"My, what sharp teeth you have..."
I reached my goal and lapped gently, making Heero's breathing increase. His fingers tightened in my hair demandingly. I knew what he wanted. I pulled his length into my mouth and heard him moan. I pulled him closer, his legs going over my shoulders, my hands supporting him as he leaned back.
He was shaking when he finished. I joined him on the bench, pulling him up into my lap. Heero only liked to cuddle for a moment or two after sex; I knew I had to take my chances when I could.
He kissed me, letting his tongue explore my mouth, stoking the fires in my blood.
He wiggled on my lap and I groaned. "We should get back to the party."
"Now?"
"Of course now... it's almost time for the costume presentations. We have to be there for that."
"Sadist," I groaned against his throat.
"Then we can go home and you can have your turn."
He tried to slide off my lap, but I held on tightly. "That's not fair."
"And it was fair making me dress up like this?" He elbowed me in the ribs and my grip loosened.
Before he could get too far away, I grabbed him and flipped him over my lap. "Duo!"
I flipped the back of his skirt up and let my hands caress his ass for a moment. "If I have to sit the rest of the night, you're going to stand." I gave him one quick stinging slap and he gasped.
"What if I promise to stay on your lap for the rest of the party?"
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What else?" I brought my hand down again. He made a soft noise.
"When we go home- kitchen table."
I flipped the skirt back down and put Heero back on his feet. "Deal."
"Pervert."
"You're the one that agrees to anything when I do that." I pointed out.
He sighed and scooped up his basket. I followed him back out of the maze and into the party.
I grinned wolfishly. I couldn't wait to get Little Red back home to Grandma's.
OWARI
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