Chaining a Personal Devil

Pairings: 3X4, implied 1XR, 2XH and 5XS

Warnings: Post EW, Trowa POV, a curse word here or there, innuendo, Skimpy outfits and naughty thoughts.

Credits (AKA who I\'m blaming this thing on): ANNE!:p You know it\'s all your fault. *sigh* This is something that sort of popped into my head as I was talking to Anne on AIM and playing with the Kiss Dolls she got me to download. She fed the bunny after midnight (my time:p Nice try Anne) and this is what happened.
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Quatre tugged on my hand as he lead me into a little shop. The sign over the door read \'The Costume Boutique\'. I blinked in confusion for a moment but let Quatre finish leading me in. The boutique was quaint and apparently well stocked, or, to be more exact, over stocked. I had caught a glimpse of a few Arthurian dresses, a full suit of armor and several rather complicated looking Elizabethan ball gowns. The shop was dimly light and a little bit suffocating with the piles of costumes hung from every possible place. They obviously needed a larger store.

Quatre pushed me into an extremely uncomfortable looking plastic orange chair. It was one of those chairs that should have been outlawed because no person in their right mind would actually want to sit in them for long periods of time. Which in my humble opinion, completely defeated the purpose of a chair. Quatre hummed happily and moved to skip away.

\"Quatre.\" I said. He didn\'t even turn to look at me only \'hmmmmmed?\' in a distracted manner. He was already pawing through one of the nearly overflowing racks.

\"Quatre\" I repeated.

\"Yeah?\" Quatre asked as he looked up from the rack.

\"Why am I here?\" I asked, gesturing to our current surroundings.

\"Because I need your help and you said you would come with me.\" Quatre replied and gave me a sunny smile. I hd qud quietly. He was up to something. He only played up that sweet, innocent routine when he was plotting.

\"I\'ll ask you again; why am I here?\" I stated flatly.

\"Because I\'m nervous about the party and want you to help me pick out my costume.\" Quatre cringed a little at the admission and I could only shake my head.

\"Why? You have more experience in this type of social setting than all of us except Relena.\"

I was curious, I admit. The concept of Quatre being uneasy in any social situation seemed ridiculous to me. But I couldn\'t deny the underlying tension that came from the blonde whenever I had mentioned the party over the past week I had spent with him. I had always considered Quatre a social person by nature, a people person as the saying went. I could not make the idea of re are and being uneasy in a social situation coincide.

\"I\'ve been to parties and balls and any other meaningless social gathering that high society could come up with but.....\" Quatre trailed off for a moment and examined a costume. \"But I\'ve never been to a party at a friend\'s house before.\"

I saw the deflated slump that worked it\'s way into Quatre\'s shoulders at the admission. I felt myself damning, not for the first time, Duo and his hair-brained ideas.

Duo and Hilde had just bought a home together sometime in June. Which I thought was ridiculous since they had been living in the house on the scrap yard together since the war. I suppose it signaled some sort of change in their relationship. The fact that it was shared and paid for equally between them or something like that. The fact still remained that they were rather excited about the arrangements and had made plans for a house warming party. Unfortuly, ly, with their closest friends having such conflicting schedules, the party had been a no go.

In an attempt rectify that situation, Duo had pried each of our individual schedules from us and worked out a day for us to all come to L2 to get together. It was our misfortune that the only day that worked was October 31st. The day of some ridiculous pagan holiday that Americans celebrated by dressing up in strange outfits and consuming large amounts of sugar. Or at least that was my understanding of the event. So Duo had declared a costume party was in order. Which lead to my current placement in an uncomfortable chair at \'The Costume Boutique\' and Quatre\'s current nervousness.

I let out an audible sigh and slumped in the chair. Quatre looked at me questioningly.

\"Well, start trying something on. I don\'t know how long my patience will last.\" I grouched.

Quatre brightened and began digging through the rack in earnest. He threw a costume over his arm and flitted to the next rack. I watched him openly. Usually my observations of Quatre were more discrete. I wasn\'t that I felt I needed to hide my interest, it was simply that it was who I was and still am. I never showed interest in anything nor seemed express, at least outwardly, anything of what I felt. For as long as I could remember my face had been separate from my feelings. My features did not move to express what I felt. Except for on very rare occasions, it took conscious effort for me to smile or frown. I had also discovered that what felt like a large smile to me was actually a small upward curve of lips. I sighed mentally as I watched Quatre slip behind a curtain of one of two change rooms, a pile of costumes draped over his arm.

I heard a rather strange set of sounds that included grunts and mumbled curses from behind the curtain. Quatre stepped out wearing a red mask with large white eyes. The suit he wore was entirely spandex. The colours actually accented his triangle shaped torso. The arms and legs were blue but the chest was red. Thin black lines made a spider web all over the costume. The final touch was the silver spider in the middle. Spiderman had emerged from the change room. I made my face smile. Quatre laughed and pulled off the mask. It had his blonde hair in disarray and made it mildly staticy. Tiny wisps of baby fine blonde hair reached for the ceiling and the walls.

\"Somehow I don\'t think spandex are my thing.\" Quatre said as he turned to look in the full-length mirror that was mounted on the wall in-between the two change rooms.

I would have thought spandex were *exactly* his thing. It clung in just the right way to show all of the good grooves and hollows in his body. It highlighted his muscles perfectly. I had to admit Quatre Winner, one of the richest and most influential men in the colonies, was a pretty sexy Spiderman. Well, aside from the small sc isc issues his hair was having.

\"This is a maybe, but I really don\'t think I want to wear it.\" Quatre said and turned to slip back into the change room.

I heard Quatre laugh out loud followed by some rather odd clinking noises. When he stepped out of the change room I had to shift in my seat to become a little more comfortable. I looked him over from the polished brown leather shoes up. He was wearing a pair of navy blue pants and a button up navy blue shirt. That in itself didn\'t constitute a costume but the shiny gold badge attached to the shirt and the dark blue police hat made the costume. Quatre snickered a little while putting the brown belt, gun holster on. I heard the clinking sound and saw the unmistakable wink of handcuffs being shifted on hipships. I shifted in my chair again. My pants were beginning to feel a little tight.

Quatre snickered again and pulled the handcuffs from their pouch. He started to spin them around his finger and he grinned at me.

\"I can hear Duo asking you to lend him the handcuffs now.\" I said.

Quatre laughed outright and grinned broadly at me. He turned to the side to get a better look at how the pants fit. They fit perfectly in my opinion. They were straight legged all the way up and then tight in the ass. Something that having his shirt tucked in revealed. I rather fond of this particular habit of Quatre\'s.

\"It has a certain appeal, I have to admit but I don\'t know.\" Quatre said, tapping his lip with his index finger. He cocked his head to the side and then shook it dismissively. I saw him snag something from nearby and stick it in the change room. I didn\'t catch a good look at what it was but I was sure I was going to find out. \"I think I\'ll try on a few more things before I make up my mind.\"

He wandered back behind the curtain and I strained my ears to hear the sound of the handcuffs. My mind was wandering in a direction that would make my jeans unbearably tight. I clamped a lid on that thought quickly, trying to centre my brain on something not Quatre changing behind a flimsy curtain related.

I heard Quatre snickering then laughing for a few minutes before he got himself under control. Considering what he was wearing last time he laughed like that in the change room I was highly curious to see the next costume.

\"This is fantastic!\" Quatre crowed behind the curtain.

The change room curtain was pushed aside abruptly. The sight before caused one of those moments where my emotions bubbled up and out of me with no conscious effort at all. I burst out laughing.

Quatre stood still holding the curtain aside with his left hand the other gripped a 1930\'s circa Tommy Gun that he pointed directly at me. He wore shiny white and brown wing tipped shoes. He wore gray pin stripped pants that went with the vest he wore over a plain white shirt. His tie was a dull gray and the same shade as the fedora on his head. The hat was pulled low over his left eye. A cigar, which was probably a centimeter and a half in diameter, stuck out of the left side of his mouth and he grinned at me around it.

\"We\'ll take it to the mattresses.\" Quatre declared in the poorest Godfather imitation I had ever heard, which of course only fueled my laughter.

It must have taken me five full minutes to gain control over myself because I only managed to stop laughing once Quatre had come out of the dressing room, given himself a once over in the mirror and slipped back into the change room. The only thing I heard was the clunk of Quatre putting down the Tommy gun and the whispering of material as he undressed and dressed again.

I stared at the curtain willing it to move. I felt curiosity gnawing at my insides. I had to admit, a little grudgingly, that I was really enjoying this. I\'d be damned if Quatre didn\'t look fantastic in everything he had tried on so far and I wanted to see more. My late night fantasies of Quatre were going to revolve around costumes and roll playing for the next month if not longer. Finally the curtain opened.

I started at his feet and let my gaze travel upwards. The sandals he wore were a dark brown leather. They had opened toes and open heals. One thick strap of leather went over the top of his foot, from there leather straps crisscrossed up his calves to his knee caps. Clips with three feathers each were attached to the leather straps on either side of his legs. The toga he wore didn\'t cover much. It fell to just a few inches above his knees. It had no sleeves only two gold rings on his shoulders where the material bunched together. The gold rings gave the front of the costume a nice effect bunching and draping as the material pulled apart to reveal the line between his pectorals. The toga was richly embroidered with gold thread in a complicated vine design at the bottom. There were slits up the side only about three or four inches from his hip. The toga was cinched at the waist by a brown leather belt complete with a pouch that matched the colour of the sandals.

I shifted in my chair trying to get comfortable in my now unbearably tight pants. The pure white of the outfit made Quatre\'s skin look a little tanned. I had a nearly overwhelming desire to run my hands over the bare skin and then chase my hands with my lips. I let out a deep breath as quietly as I could while Quatre eyed himself critically in the mirror. I had to reassert my self-control before I grabbed the blonde and ravished him in the change room. Quatre bounced on the tips of his toes in the toga, the fringe of the material rising up then floating back down before I got a good view. He bent over to readjust the laces on the sandals. If he bent just little bit more I would have gotten an eye full of his backside. He straightened too quickly for me to subtly slump in my chair and get a better view.

\"I don\'t know if I want to go to the party as Mercury.\" Quatre said turning to face me.

I shrugged, not sure if I could trust my voice. My pants were painfully tight and I wasn\'t sure if I could survive another outfit like this one. Quatre slipped back into the change room again. I could hear a good deal of grunting and cursing from the change room. It took Quatre so long to change and I heard so many curses in several languages, that I wanted to peak into the change room.

\"This is really tight.\" Quatre said and stepped out.

My mouth went completely dry. I shifted to sp prp properly and get a better view. Quatre was wearing a red leather body suit so tight he must have poured his body into it. The flight suits we had worn on Peacemillion had been that tight but I don\'t remember them catching my attention quite like this. It might have been the buttery soft red material that caught my eye, or maybe it was the lack of it in certain places. The red body suit had sleeves but they were attached to the main body of the suit by metallic clips and there were holes at his elbows. The body suit only covered until about his mid thigh but was clipped to a pair of boots in matching leather. The silver clips caught the small amount of light in shop and winked at me. My hands twitched with the need to undo the little clips.

I shifted in the chair as Quatre stood in front of the mirror giving me a view of his exposed back. God my pants were tight. A large oval of leather had been cut out to reveal his back from where the high collar of the body suit clipped together at the back of his neck to the very small of his back. Without thinking about it I licked my lips and shifted in my chair. I watched the red devil\'s tail swing by his backside as he moved. He bent at the waist to adjust his boots a little. That was when I noticed he was watching me in the mirror and he looked pretty damn pleased with himself.

I narrowed my eyes at him. This whole afternoon was coming into sharp focus and I realized my first instincts about the way Quatre was behaving had been right on the mark despite his little tale about being nervous. He had been up to something.

\"You\'ve been doing it on purpose.\" I stated.

\"Doing what?\" Quatre asked turning and blinking wide, innocent eyes at me. I snorted.

\"Don\'t try to play innocent with me Quatre. I know you better than that.\" I growled.

I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest. I kept my eyes riveted to his and waited for him to admit to what he had been up to all along.

\"Of course I\'ve been doing it on purpose.\" Quatre said, mimicking my actions and folding his arms across his chest. He struck his favorite indignant pose, putting most of his weight on his right leg and tapping his left foot impatiently. The movements made the clips wink mockingly at me.

\"I\'ve done almost everything but draw you a picture Trowa and you\'ve given me absolutely ZERO to work with.\" Quatre moved his right arm so I could see his hand. He made a big \"O\" with his index and thumb and gave me the darkest glare I think he may have given anyone in his entire life. \"I\'m frustrated and at the end of my patience with you.\" He moved towards me and leaned down to be at my eye level. Warm hands settled over my thighs and griped them roughly. It sent a jolt though my body I couldn\'t even begin to describe. Quatre licked his lips as his eyes traveled over my face.

\"I want you.\" He hissed the words at me, his eyes narrowing to slits.

I moved a little too quickly and ended up smashing our lips together. I grabbed his upper arms to keep him where he was and grabbed his lower lip with my teeth to encourage him to open his mouth. His lips and teeth had barely parted when I forced my tongue into his mouth. I let my tongue slide gently over his and felt more than heard him sigh into my mouth. I breathed in what he exhaled and marveled for a moment at how warm it felt. I broke the kiss off abruptly. I pushed Quatre back and stood. Aquamarine eyes blinked at me, then their gaze turned confused.

\"This costume is perfect.\" I whispered into his ear as I ran my fingers gently along his exposed spine. \"Wear it for the party. I just realized I have to get my own costume ready. I\'ll see you there tomorrow.\"

With that I walked leisurely out of the store on surprisingly sturdy legs. I had a very specific destination in mind. I had noticed the store that would have what I needed on our trip to the costume boutique. My mind smiled for me as I stuck my hands in the pockets of my jeans and walked down the street. I just hoped no one would notice my Quatre caused problem.

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I waited patiently at the door to Duo\'s and Hilde\'s home. I could hear people talking over music and the occasional burst of loud laughter. The front window was light up but the curtains were drawn so I could only make out shadows gesturing and shifting. I heard a muffled comment from just behind the door that caused a burst of laughter from the living room. The door swung open abruptly and I was greeted by the back-lit form of Duo. Duo was wearing a ridiculously large black hat. A small black mask covered the area around his eyes and was tied at the back of his head. He wore a baggy black flamingo shirt and tight black pants with a black sash. The outfit was completed by a pair of black boots, black leather gloves and a belt that hung low on his hips complete with fencing sword. He seemed a little stunned at first, obviously taking in my costume, before a hand went to his hip and the other waggled a finger in my face.

\"That\'s a pretty shitty costume.\" Duo said and sighed dramatically before letting his hands fall limply to his sides in what I was assuming to be his \"defeated\" pose.

\"Thanks for the input Señor Zorro.\" I replied dry

He chuckled and moved aside so I could step into the house. It was small by the middle class standards but it definitely had more elbow room than Cathy\'s trailer and at this point I don\'t t Hil Hilde and Duo needed anything larger. I have to say the house felt comfortable just walking into it. I would be assuming the homey touch was Hilde\'s but the fact that the house looked lived in without being dirty spoke volumes about the couple.

The small wooden bench by the door was old, a hand-me-down or something picked up second hand but it was in good repair and had probably been freshly polished. The carpet was animal fur. The type that was shiny when smoothed down and dark when rubbed the wrong way. It always made me think of the times when I pet the cats the wrong way and their hair almost appears a shaded darker. If I had that kind of carpet in my own room I would probably spend all my time playing with it. The rest of the entrance was normal. A picture mirror on the wall right next to the door, a water-colour painting of a flower I couldn\'t name and a small closet.

Duo offered to take my jacket from me but I shook my head no. He bowed low and gestured towards the living room. I gave him a small smile and he full out grinned at me. I walked into the living room obviously catching the tail end of a conversation.

\"Can you even breathe in that Quatre?\" Relena asked her lips twitching as her eyebrows went to her hairline.

\"Well enough to argue with you.\" Quatre replied and grinned. He had added one thing to his costume I hadn\'t seen. A headband with little red devil horns.

I felt a surge of jealousy at the warmth underlying the exchange. I had almost forgotten all the time Relena and Quatre had spent together petitioning for peace and weapons disarmament between the final battle against the White Fang and The Eve\'s War. Aside from Duo and Hilde, Relena and Quatre had probably spent the most time together out of all the people in the room. I tried to control the jealousy as people in the room started to mark my entrance. I knew where Quatre\'s interest lay and they were some where in the area below my waist line. The thought made my annoyance dissipate a little, when Quatre\'s eye fell on me and his whole face brightened, it vanished completely.

\"That is the least creative costume I have ever seen Trowa.\" Wufei stated dryly. The Chinese man was wearing a rather complicated looking costume involving a set of traditional Chinese clothes and a gold crown on his head. A red bow -correction Nyoibo was in his right hand. I shouldn\'t have been surprised Wufei would dress as the Monkey King for a costume party. That was after I got over the initial shock that anyone had managed to get him to dress up as anything. Although Duo had threatened us with a no costume, no entrance policy. Still Wufei\'s presence was as surprising as it was amusing.

Sally\'s costume probably had something to do with his presence. Her hair was all curled and pilled on top of her head. What she wore was basically a skimpy white dress. The straps were gold cords and it was loose but fell only to her mid thigh. Her costume only included one other piece of clothing and they were two sandals with leather strips that wrapped around her ankles up her calves and to her knees. A bow and quiver of arrows confirmed to me at least, that she was Diana, Roman Goddess of the Hunt.

\"Very boring.\" Sally said dryly. I shrugged a little.

\"Why did I have to dress up?\" Heero growled at Relena.

Heero was wearing a rather amusing but fitting costume. A tight band of black cloth was stretched across his forehead and tied into a knot at the back. Heero\'s clothes were all black or navy blue. The sleeveless shirt was navy blue and the loose pants with elastic cuffs were black. The soft slippers were black as well. The only real colour on the costume was a simple piece of yellow cloth around his waist. Two pieces of dark brown leather crisscrossed over Heero\'s chest and held several small knives, undoubtedly real, and a few ninja stars. He glared at me menacingly.

Relena smiled at me then rolled her eyes and shook her head. She gave Heero a rather patronizing pat on the arm, which earned her a glare. A glare Relena gave right back. I almost felt like laughing when one of her golden brows shot to her hairline and she then shifted in her seat to put most of her back to Heero and concentrated her attention on whatever Hilde was saying. I ignored the chatter from the raven-haired girl. Not because I wasn\'t interested but rather because I was too preoccupied trying to decipher Relena\'s costume. It nipped at the back of my mind and it reminded me of Cathy although I wasn\'t sure exactly why.

Relena was wearing a white collared shirt with a pastel yellow sweater over top. A navy blue pleated skirt that fell below her knees was offset by a pair of bright white socks that went up to her mid calf. Simple blue flats were on her dainty feet. The effect was completed by her hairstyle, a side parted bob that curled at her chin and made me think of movies from the 1930\'s. She was twirling a magnifying glass in her hand and a book was by her feet. It was the book that made me link the ideas together.

\"I\'m surprised you could make it Nancy.\" I said softly to Relena. She looked taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

\"That\'s Miss Drew to you sir.\" She sniffed, trying to look indignant but the effect was ruined by the way her lips kept twitching. \"You\'re the first person to figure it out. It was such an obscure character I didn\'t think anyone would guess it.\"

\"You look like you\'re off of the cover of one of origoriginal novels. Cathy has a few of them. She guards them like they\'re a private treasure.\" I volunteered.

\"She does?\" Relena asked. She smiled brightly at me. \"Ooo. I\'m jealous!\"

The declaration was friendly and Relena\'s attention was diverted from me as Hilde pointed out that Relena owed her chocolates from Belgium.

\"Vampires don\'t eat chocolate.\" Relena retorted.

\"And you\'re the foremost authority on vampires now are you?\" Hilde asked ing ing overly long and pointy eye teeth.

All of her hair was slicked back from her whitened face. Her lips were a deep red and a small trail of blood was painted onto the corner of her mouth. Her outfit was no less cheesy. It was a frilly, white nightmare of a man\'s dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. She had a black bow tie and a long cape that was black on the outside and red on the inside. She continually slipped in and out of a poor Transilvanian accent that added to the over all effect she was aiming for.

\"And Trowa, that doesn\'t count as a costume. AHHAHAHAHA!\" She finished off with the cheesy count laugh and pulled up her cape to cover her face from the nose down. She had obviously had too much sugar already.

\"So that\'s the costume you were in such a hurry to go get yesterday?\" Quatre asked as he came to stand in front of me.

I was still hovering in the middle of the room but I had been waiting. Waiting for Quatre to stand up in front of me in that tight red devil\'s costume. I shrugged and slipped my hand into my jacket pocket, my hand closing on my reason for not surrendering it to Duo to be hung up. I pulled it out quickly and had the silver collar snapped around Quatre\'s neck before he had a chance to protest. I let the rest of the silver chain except for the handle slip out my hand to dangle next to him. Quatre blinked a few times in shock, everyone else was too stupefied to even do that.

I smiled and actually felt myself look smug.

\"I think the costume of a normal man who has chained his own personal devil is rather poetic.\" I said and leaned forward to give Quatre a small kiss on the lips.

I sat myself down in the spot on the couch Quatre had vacated, pulling him with me. He stumbled a little then righted himself and sat submissively by my feet. He turned to weasel his way between my legs and rested his head on my thigh. The look he gave me through his lashes lead me to rethink my choice of costume.

I definitely should have worn a looser pair of jeans and a shirt long enough to pull over my lap.

~~~Ja Bye-Bye!~~~