Author: Merula
Pairings: 4x3
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Yaoi, drabble
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
Notes: chibihentaichan wanted a Trowa/Quatre with an aggressive Quatre. So, here is a peek into the future of One Night- since that's my aggressive Quat. Again, hope it's okay!
Working at Home
Trowa jumped when the door to his office crashed open. Rashid stood there looking slightly flustered.
"Is something wrong?" Trowa asked. He knew Quatre had meetings all afternoon with his local business interests, but that didn't mean something hadn't happened. As Trowa knew all too well- the game never really ended...
"Master Winner said to fetch you immediately." Rashid said. "He didn't give a reason..."
"He's home then?" Trowa got to his feet. "He wasn't supposed to be back for another hour..." He brushed past Rashid and headed down the hallway.
"I know. He came into the house in a temper, told me to fetch you and slammed his way into the study."
Trowa frowned. That did not sound like Quatre. His temper was usually the icy kind, he was not the type that slammed doors. He sped up a little, worry uncurling in his chest. Had something gone wrong somewhere?
He reached the office and opened the door. Quatre was at his desk, leaning back in his chair, a file in his hands.
"There you are," he said, looking up towards the door. "Come here."
"What happened?" Trowa shut the door carefully. "Did something go wrong in the meetings?" He headed for his usual chair, but Quatre lifted his hand and beckoned him closer.
"Come here." He waited until Trowa, puzzled now, reached his side. "No, nothing went wrong- no more than usual." Quatre sighed and with a quick movement tumbled Trowa down onto his lap. "I got bored halfway through..." He said against Trowa's throat.
Ohhhh. That was the reason for the rush.
"Really?" Trowa managed. He knew that a bored Quatre could get most inventive.
"Mmmm, and my mind started to wander."
His hands were starting to wander. Trowa hid a smile. "Did it?"
"Yes. I started to think about all the stacks of work on my desk..."
"And you needed to rush home and get right to work?"
Quatre chuckled. "Sort of... you see..." His hand began to work on Trowa's belt buckle. "I then thought about all that work getting in the way of my time with you..." The belt and zipper were undone now, and Trowa stifled a gasp as Quatre's fingers began to explore. "And then... well, I thought of you and the desk...."
Trowa tilted his head back as Quatre's lips slid down his throat.
"I see... well, then... I think we'd best get to work...." He gasped.
Quatre laughed again, a warm ripple of sound. "I'm so glad you agree..."
OWARI
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