Snake

TITLE: Snake
AUTHOR: LadyMidnight... midnightwing2268@yahoo.com
WARNINGS: AU, TWT, Lemon
RATINGS: NC-17
PAIRINGS: 1x2, 3x4
ARCHIVES: Any takers?
FEEDBACK: Please....please...please, I need it to keep the *evil muse* happy
DISCLAIMER: Only in a perfect world would I own Gundam Wing, and we all know this isn\'t a perfect world. I also have no claim to the R. Kelly song and hope that any R. Kelly fans will forgive the changes I made in this song. I place the blame at *evil muse\'s* feet.
Thank you to Moffit for the lap dance idea.......*grin* And for, Liz!! And to Sol for the feedback and suggestions, I put them to use. *grin*


...song lyrics...


SNAKE


Trowa Barton stood by the bar wondering how in the world he\'d let Duo Maxwell talk him into this. He wasn\'t the dance club type, as he had told his friend and co-worker many times. Trowa groaned, remembering the conversation that started the whole fiasco that had passed for his night so far.


\"Come on, Trowa. It will be a blast and you need to get out, have some fun.\"


\"Duo, I don\'t dance and I have no desire to spend an evening in a place where the music is too loud, the lights too bright and the drinks too pricey, plus I don\'t have the time.\" Trowa stated, glaring at his chestnut-haired friend.


Both he and Duo were two of the youngest vice-presidents in the up and coming computer software company where they worked. Trowa had worked damn hard to get where he was, working late nights, weekends, rarely taking a vacation and giving up any kind of social life.


On the other side, Duo was happily married, spending his nights, weekends and vacations with his husband of two years, Heero Yuy-Maxwell. Heero was a free-lance website designer whom Duo had met through Trowa and now the braided man was trying to return the favor.


\"I don\'t have time to go out and party, Duo. We have the contract talks coming up with Chang & Merquise Industries in a week and I have to be prepared.\"


Grinning at the brown-haired, emerald-eyed man in front of him, Duo offered, jokingly, \"If you give me one evening, Trowa Barton, I promise I\'ll never ask again. I want to show you that it is ok to have fun once and awhile. One night and if you don\'t thank me the next day, I will dye my hair green for a week.\"


Trowa looked at Duo\'s thigh-length chestnut braid and pictured it green. Knowing how important that braid was to both Duo and Heero, the thought of him spending a week with green hair was just too tempting an offer to ignore.


\"Maxwell, you\'re on. I hope Heero likes you with green hair, because there is no way hell I\'ll thank you for this.\" Trowa replied, laughing at the sudden fearful look that came into Duo\'s violet eyes.


Now, two days later on a Thursday evening, Trowa was standing at the bar watching Duo and Heero burn up the dance floor, imagining his friend with green hair. It was the only thing that was going to get him through this night.


A new song came on, and the dance floor reacted with jubilation to what was obviously a popular song. Then the crowd parted momentarily, and Trowa froze, holding his breath.


[Move your body like a snake ma, like that
Shake it \'til it wanna break ma, like that
Don\'t hold back let it go na\', like that]


The new song pulsed through the club with a strange blending of a Middle Eastern beat and hip-hop. It played through the crowd, the rhythm hypnotic. Trowa found his body moving to the beat of the song, almost against his will.


A vision was dancing alone, in the center of the parted crowd, and Trowa\'s mouth watered at the sight. His body went into overdrive as he watched.


Colored lights flashed and sparkled in pale gold hair. The eyes were closed as the angel moved to the sensual beat of the song, so Trowa had no idea what color they were. A petite body was encased in a pair of tight black leather pants and blue silk dress shirt, untucked and partially unbuttoned, giving Trowa quick glimpses of a lean muscled chest. Slim hips rocked and swayed to the song\'s rhythm as a hand played teasingly across a silk covered stomach.


...I luv the way you work your chocha, like that... Trowa found himself captured by the dancer\'s piercing gaze. The hand running over the tight stomach moved to rub up and down a leather clad thigh, bringing the man watching the blond to an aching hardness. It took all of Trowa\'s willpower *not* to charge the dance floor and sweep the blond into his arms, running for the nearest exit and bed.


...Luvin the way you move so sexy... The small blond man turned, presenting Trowa with the tantalizing view of a well rounded backside as he danced and moved in time with the music. The brown-haired man felt his eyes widen when the vision looked over his shoulder, a tiny sexy smile playing over one corner of his mouth, motioning for Trowa to join him on the dance floor. ...Shakin that ass makin\' the whole club freeze... Trowa was moving before he knew it. Weaving his way around the dancers, not noticing Duo waving at him, until finally he was within reach of this perfect man. The blond continued to dance with his back to Trowa, looking over his shoulder to say, \"I\'m Quatre.\"


\"I\'m Trowa......Trowa Barton.\"


\"Hello, Trowa......Trowa Barton.\" Quatre grinned, turning to dance closer to the tall figure before him. \"Would you like to dance with me?\"


Blushing with embarrassment and flushed with an urgent need to wrap himself around this being called Quatre, Trowa stammered, \"It\'s.....just...Trowa Barton and I....don\'t really dance.\"


\"That\'s too bad, Trowa. Me, I love to dance.\" Quatre whispered, and then his compelling aqua eyes took on a wicked gleam. \"How about I dance for you?\"


The small blond gave Trowa no time to answer as he grabbed an arm and pulled the taller man thru the crowd. Quatre managed to find a semi-quiet secluded corner, pushing Trowa into the booth there. Inserting himself between long slim legs, Quatre began to move to the music again. ...Body smokin\' like a cuban cigar... Then turning around, the golden-haired man half sat on the legs under him, rocking his lower body back and forth, smiling at the moan his ears picked up. Still facing away from the tall man, Quatre let his upper body fall back against Trowa\'s chest, then pushing the other man over the edge when he turned his head to slowly run his tongue along the brown-haired man\'s jawline.


...The way you\'re freakin\' it is so ya ya... Trowa thought he would lose his mind when Quatre first began to dance for him, his body moving in time to the erotic rhythm of the music blaring through the club. His movements slow and sensual...almost snake-like. The moment the petite blond lowered himself to Trowa\'s lap and began rocking back and forth was too much for the young man. ...Body language sayin\' whatevah... He couldn\'t stop the moan that rose out of his throat, hearing it become a growl at the vision of the blond giving him a private lap dance. ...I\'m lovin\' the way you\'re movin\' erotic exotic sexy kitten... He wanted nothing more then to grab Quatre, run from the club and find a place where he could sheath himself inside this sexy angel\'s body. The feel of Quatre\'s tongue on his jaw was pushing the limits of Trowa\'s self-control, making it hard for him to remember he was in a public place.


The growl coming from Trowa had Quatre smiling wickedly.


[Move your body like a snake ma, like that
Shake it \'til it wanna break ma, like that
Don\'t hold back let it go na\', like that]


Quatre leaned over towards Trowa\'s ear whispering, \"Would you like to get out of here, Trowa Barton? Go someplace more private. A place where you can fuck me hard and fast or slow and easy, if you like. Would you like that, baby.\", never for a second stopping the thrusting motion of his lower body against the growing erection in the tall man\'s jeans. He further tempted Trowa by taking one of the emerald-eyed man\'s hands and placing it over his own hardening erection, pushing against the hand.


Trowa answered by wrapping an arm around Quatre\'s chest, sliding his hand under the silk shirt to rub and pinch the nipples he found there. Growling louder when Quatre arched his body, tossing his blond head back and whimpering low in his throat.


...And from the beginnin\' wanted to taste your vemon... Oh, yes. Trowa wanted, no, needed to make this perfect, sexy little angel moan, whimper and beg for everything he was willing to give. Taking his hand from Quatre\'s lap he tangled his fingers in pale locks and tugged, exposing the tender neck to recieve small biting nips and soothing licks from his mouth.


\"Yes, Quatre... I want very much to take you somewhere else and fuck you until you can\'t think straight.\" Trowa growled, standing with Quatre still in his arms. He stalked through the crowd like a lion, daring anyone to try and take the prize he had. ...Baby we can get together turn this party out...


[Move your body like a snake ma, like that
Shake it \'til it wanna break ma, like that
Don\'t hold back let it go na\', like that]


Quatre gasped out, \"Do you live near here, baby? I don\'t think I can wait to feel you inside me.\" as Trowa carried him through the dancing crowd, ignoring the surprised looks they were getting. \"If not, I know a very nice hotel nearby with full room service. We can play all we want.\"


\"A hotel with a large bed sounds like a good idea. I live all the way across town and I know that I won\'t be able to wait much longer to take you.\" Trowa stated as he walked with Quatre still in his arms, out of the club and headed to his car.


Trowa followed Quatre\'s directions to the Lake Plaza Hotel. His body was screaming with desire, made worse by the close confines of the small sports car he was driving. It didn\'t help that everytime he glanced over at his passenger; Quatre was stroking himself through the tight leather pants, smiling evilly. It was so hard not to pull the car over and crush that tempting little body against his, but Trowa wanted a bed and space to explore, tease and make love to the man sitting next to him.


Finally arriving at the hotel, Trowa waited impatiently as Quatre secured a room for them. It was very unlike him to just go off and have sex with someone he only met tonight, but the wickedness of it appealed to the brown-haired man. Trowa had become so focused on his career that everything else got pushed into the background.


For once he was going to go with his feelings. And his feelings were telling him that Quatre was something special.


Quatre returned, holding a door card in one hand, still smiling with evil intent as he came closer. Stepping real close to Trowa, he teased, \"So, lover... are you ready to dance with me now? A dance we can do standing up or laying down... anyway you like.\"


Wrapping a hand around Quatre\'s head, pulling his mouth up to softly bite the lower lip, then lick the small wound, Trowa growled, \"If I were anymore ready, sexy... I would go up in flames right here in the lobby and you damn well know it!\"


It seemed to Trowa to take forever to reach the room. The minute he and Quatre passed over the threshold, he pulled the smaller man into his arms, sealing their mouths together, tongues teasing, dueling and tasting the other.


\"God, Quatre... you taste so sweet... I don\'t think I will ever get enough.\" Trowa panted when he pulled away from Quatre to take a much needed breath. \"I want to taste all of you, but I don\'t think I can wait.\"


\"Then don\'t wait, lover. I like it hard and fast........I want to feel your hard cock pounding into me, making me moan for you.\" Quatre said as he roughly yanked his own shirt off, unbuttoning and unzipping the black leather pants, pulling them and shoes off at the same time. Pausing long enough to take the lube from his pocket, he spread himself on the bed, offering his body to Trowa.


The sight of his pale angel spread-eagle on the bed for him was too much. With almost angry movements, Trowa pulled his own clothes off, then pounced on Quatre, savagely capturing his lips again, rubbing their erections together. He smiled against Quatre\'s lips when the other man arched and moaned, begging with his body to be taken. Stopping the kiss, Trowa asked, \"What do you want, little dancer?\"


Aqua eyes peered deeply into emerald and sweet lips answered, \"I want you to fuck me, Trowa. I want it hard, fast and deep.\"


Closing his emerald eyes and taking a deep breath to try to control his instincts, Trowa took the lube from Quatre and smeared some on his fingers. Kissing the blond, he slid a finger into the tight opening of Quatre\'s ass, moving the finger around until his found what he was looking for. At the touch of his finger against the small man\'s prostate, Quatre cried out, \"TROWA!!\"


\"You like that, Quatre? I know I love hearing you cry out my name.\"


Moving the single finger around, Trowa waited until he felt Quatre relax, then he added a second finger and finally a third. He love watching the blond moan and thrash under him as he pumped the three fingers in and out. Soon both he and Quatre were covered with a fine layer of sweat and Trowa felt his fragile control beginning to give out. The aqua-eyed man must have sensed this because he begged Trowa, \"Please, lover... I need you inside me.\"


Knowing that he wouldn\'t be able to handle much more, Trowa rubbed lube over his painfully hard cock, positioning himself at the stretched opening. Holding Quatre\'s gaze with his own, he slowly, inch by inch, thrust into the man\'s body. He growled at the scream of pleasure he wrung from the beautiful blond. Holding himself upright with one arm, Trowa wrapped a gentle hand around Quatre\'s cock, stroking it in time with his own powerful thrusts. Striking the bundle of sensative nerves buried deep in the other\'s body, he can feel Quatre getting closer to the edge.


\"Thats it, Quatre... I want to see you cum for me.\"


The roughly spoken words pushed the petite blond over the edge and with a final cry of, \"Yes, Trowa!\" he spilled his milky essence over Trowa\'s hand. And the sight of Quatre arching in the throws of his pleasure had Trowa finding his own release. Then he fell into darkness.


Twenty minutes later, Quatre strolled thru the hotel lobby, his hair slightly damp from the quick shower he had taken back in the room. He left Trowa sleeping peacefully in his sexual exhaustion; no need to wake the man, his job was done. He walked out onto the sidewalk to find Duo Maxwell waiting for him.


\"So?\" Duo asked.


\"My clients are always satisfied, Mr. Maxwell. After all, that is why you hired me.\" Quatre replied, taking the check Duo handed him. He moved around Duo towards the black stretch limo waiting for him. Before he climbed in, Quatre spoke, \"I will say this, Mr. Maxwell, that was the most fun I have had in awhile. If you think your friend needs a repeat preformance...\" Quatre paused, a wicked smile playing across his lips. \" ...you have my number.\" The blond disappeared into the limo and it pulled out, rolling away into the night.


\"Duo, if Trowa finds out you hired a professional to seduce him... your life won\'t be worth two cents.\" Heero stated as he joined his husband on the sidewalk.


\"I know, but do you want me to spend a week with green hair?\"

OWARI