Disclaimer: None of these characters from GW are owned by me. I did not create them or animate them into life. This story is very yaoi and very dirty. DO NOT read this if you have a weak stomach. Thanks! ^-^

Trowa's Shorts

By: Crimson Drake

Email: mask_of_trowa@hotmail.com

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Chapter 1:

Trowa walked down the sidewalk quickly, eager to get home. He had suffered a long day in Boy Scout class. His shorts were riding up his thighs, and he pulled them down.

""Wooo!"" came a voice from behind him. ""Nice legs.""

He looked back in time to see Duo dart behind a bush. He glared at the ""hidden"" form in the bush and shook his head in silent reprimand. ""I saw you, Duo.""

The American came out from behind the clump of foliage reluctantly. His violet eyes sparkled with mischief. ""Well, you do have great legs. I wouldn't mind getting between them and……""

Trowa blushed and shut the boy up by clapping a hand over his grinning mouth. ""Duo!"" he hissed. ""Don't joke around like that!""

Duo licked the palm of his hand.

With a cry of disgust, Trowa snatched his hand back and wiped it on the fabric of his shorts. He gave the youth a simmering glower before turning around and continuing his journey home. His long, hairless legs moved in graceful strides over the cement ground. He muttered angrily to himself when he heard the boy following him.

""Trowa!"" he sang sweetly, quickening his pace to walk beside him.

""What?"" It was a curt remark.

""I wasn't joking.""

They both stopped and stared at each other for the longest time. Trowa's emerald eyes were both shocked and slightly curious. With a toss of his head, Duo smiled and placed a hand on the boy's narrow shoulder. His violet orbs beamed with evil intent. Seeing Trowa in those shorts was making him hot.

""Stay away from me,"" he finally replied, brushing the hand from his shoulder.

The American huffed in vexation. ""Aw, come on Trowa! What could it hurt? Learn to have a little fun.""

""What could it hurt? You and Heero''s relationship, that's what.""

""If you're worried about Heero, he came up with the idea. He'd like to join us. Believe me, it''s the most fun with three people. Any more than that, and it gets too complicated. Three is the perfect number."" He smiled. ""Right Trowa?""

Trowa raised one brow. ""No thanks, Duo. I''m not into that.""

Duo would not give up so easily. ""I promise that you would enjoy it immensely. Heero is very good at……""

""I said no!"" He sighed in disgruntlement and shook his head. ""I need to get home and take a shower. I have to be at my flute classes in two hours, which gives me just enough time to dress and eat. No time to play around.""

""Busy little Trowa, running such a tight schedule."" He smiled, exposing one gleaming fang.

""Yeah.""

""I forgot the keys to the house and Heero won't be home for another hour. Mind if I go home with you?"" He blinked innocently at the youth. ""Just until Heero gets home.""

Trowa eyed him suspiciously. Should he trust him? ""I guess so. But if you try anything……""

""What do you take me for?"" Duo looked truly offended, but his posture was quite different. He seemed somewhat eager. ""I heard that you could cook. Would you mind fixing me something to eat? I'm starving, and Heero isn't exactly a grand master chef. I''m sorry to invite myself over and everything, but you don''t know how desperate I am for company and food!""

Trowa restrained from rolling his eyes. ""Fine. Follow me.""

They walked to Trowa''s small house, which was white with hunter green shutters. It had a well-manicured lawn, and a small Chinese fishpond in the back. Inside, it was meticulously clean. It smelled like cinnamon incense.

Duo set himself into a big, soft white couch and snuggled into it. ""This is so comfy!""

""Quatre picked it out,"" Trowa yelled from the kitchen as he drew out some pots from a cupboard. He pondered what to have for dinner.

""Quatre, eh? When's the last time you saw him, anyway?"" The sly undertone in his voice was not missed.

Trowa blushed as he drew a jug of milk from the refrigerator. The last time he had seen Quatre, they had confessed their love. Now they were dating. Not seriously going steady, but seeing each other two days a week. With a sigh of longing, Trowa snapped some spaghetti noodles and dropped them in a pot of water.

""I haven't seen him since Sunday,"" he replied steadily.

""Spaghetti?"" Duo asked as he watched his comrade empty a jar of garlic and vegetable sauce into a pan of pre-cooked meat.

""Yes. Would you get me an onion out of the refrigerator? Oh, and a zucchini."" He brought out a cutting board and a large knife.

""Sure, Trowa."" He glanced at the boy''s small, round bottom as he opened the refrigerator and got the required vegetables out of the crisper. He smirked when he looked at the zucchini in his hand. A plan began to form in his mind.

""Thanks."" He chopped the two objects finely and added them to the concoction. He ignored the look that Duo gave him as he took the zucchini from his hands.

After the meal was finished cooking, they sat to eat. Duo inhaled his mountain of spaghetti and Parmesan cheese, sucking up the noodles with a delighted fervor.

""I'm glad you approve,"" Trowa said as he watched the American.

""It's delicious!""

""You can finish that off while I go take a shower. I''ll be back in about twenty minutes."" He rose from his chair and went to the bedroom, where he picked out his clothes. Short khaki shorts and a white tank top would do for today, since the temperature was increasing each hour.

When Duo heard the shower start, he walked quietly to the kitchen and drew a zucchini from the crisper. ""God, please be nice to me today."" He stalked to Trowa's private bathroom.

Trowa, absorbed in his daily shower, did not hear Duo enter the room. He had no idea that anyone was even there until he heard the shower door slide open. He turned, hand raised to strike. His emerald eyes traveled down a naked Duo slowly, wavering with shock. ""Duo, what the HELL do you think you''re doing?""

The American grinned evilly. He hid something behind his back. ""Oh, just thought I'd join you.""

Trowa glared at him. ""Yeah right.""

""Turn around."" He grabbed the boy by the shoulders and turned him around.

""Duo, I''m not going to……"" His voice cut off when something hard pressed against his backside. ""Duo, what……""

""Trowa, are you a virgin?"" he asked carefully, running the zucchini all along the inner skin of Trowa's crack. He could tell the youth was enjoying it, even though he was trying to hide his reaction.

""What''s it to you?"" he asked defensively, unable to stop Duo.

The American laughed softly. ""That's what I thought."" He pressed the vegetable against Trowa's tiny hole, rubbing it in small circular motions.

""Duo!"" he cried. This was much different than when he had done things to himself. It felt much better when someone was doing it for him. ""I said no, Duo. Get out of here.""

""You don't really want me to leave, Trowa."" His hand slid around the boy's waist and up his chest, where a he teased a nipple with the tip of his index finger.

Trowa groaned and unconsciously leaned into the touch.

""I love your shorts. Every time I see you in them, I have to restrain myself from raping you."" He licked a sensitive spot on Trowa''s spine.

""R-raping me?"" His voice was scared and intrigued at the same time.

Duo chuckled and pressed harder with the zucchini. ""Rape in a good way. What I really mean is fuck you hard enough to tear you open."" His voice had deepened.

""Eh…… oh. I guess I know what you mean.""

""You will."" Duo bit down on his shoulder.

Trowa let out a wail of pain and pleasure as he was pushed into the wall. Duo was behind him, running something cool and hard against his entrance while pinching his nipples. His erection was pressed against cold tile, but it failed to make it go down. ""D-Duo!"" he called.

""Yes?"" He licked the back of Trowa''s neck, lapping up the water that rushed down it. ""Want something?""

""I want you to stop. Now.""

""Sure you do."" Without his partner''s realizing it, Duo had grabbed a bottle of bath oils from the shelf and slicked two fingers with it. He removed the zucchini and replaced it with a finger.

Trowa felt the exchange and almost bolted. Yet the pleasure was so great. He gasped in surprise when a finger entered him. It slipped past the small ring of muscle and massaged his smooth canal, loosening him up. He impaled himself on that finger, unable to sop himself from begging for more.

""Duo, please……""

""Please? Please what?""

""More!"" he cried, afraid his knees would buckle underneath him. ""Do me right now."" Tears of pleasure had begun to stream down his face.

""In a moment. Got to get you ready first.""

When Trowa felt the second finger slip into him, he moaned and leaned back, wanting them deeper. Suddenly, they were rubbing against his special spot, sending wave after wave of electrifying jolts coursing through him. Then they withdrew to be replaced once again by that cold, hard object.

""Would you like me to use this on you?"" Duo asked huskily.

Trowa felt very ashamed of himself at this point. What would Quatre think of him? The blonde would think of him as a sicko, more than likely. But he couldn''t stop now. He had to learn how it was done to satisfy Quatre, right?

""What is it?""

""A zucchini."" He sniggered and reached around to pinch a nipple while he pushed the object, slick with oil, against Trowa's tight orifice. ""You see, I would use my own cock, but I promised Heero that I would let Quatre take your virginity, since the two of you are in love and everything."" He sighed longingly. ""I hope that Quatre will let me fuck you once he''s already had you. I bet you''re so hot!""

Trowa cried out as the zucchini penetrated him. It burned its way into him, sliding past the tight ring of muscle and through his smooth canal. ""Unh! Duo, that huuuurts!"" Yet he found himself impaling himself on the thick vegetable, wanting more.

""It won't hurt in a minute, Trowa. Just relax."" He slid his hand down the boy's chest and gripped his slender cock, which he began to stroke to a slow rhythm.

Trowa screamed against the pain and pleasure, unsure of which one was greater. He soon found out, though, when his anal muscles relaxed and the zucchini was imbedded all the way inside him. He took a deep breath and mellowed somewhat as Duo drew it out carefully. Then it was ramming back inside him.

""Duo!"" he cried as he was forced against the wall. The hand on his shaft had quickened its pace.

The American laughed as he pumped the vegetable in and out of Trowa''s tight ass. ""You're so tight! I can only imagine how you would feel around me."" His voice deepened into a steady purr. ""Someday, I'll have you. You''ll be wearing those shorts, and I'll rape you. You''ll enjoy it, though.""

Trowa couldn't answer. All he could do was moan as he shoved himself back into the object that was entering him and then forward into Duo''s hand.

""Maybe I'll get Heero to hold you down while I fuck you brainless. Or maybe I''ll cuff you to a bed and have my way with you while Heero sucks you dry. He likes to suck cock."" Duo was nearly slamming the zucchini into Trowa now, watching it dive in and out with a brutal force. ""I bet you do, too. Your mouth is perfect for it.""

He barely listened to Duo, but what he did hear shocked him fully. His knees were trembling. With one final groan, he came. It splashed onto the wall in thick streams of white, bathing the tile in hot passion. He arched his back and screamed as the zucchini went as deep inside him as possible, and he let out one more shot of semen. Then he collapsed.

Duo caught him as he fell. He dropped the slippery zucchini to the floor of the shower stall. ""Was that good for you?"" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Trowa groaned in reply.

Smirking, Duo helped Trowa to his feet. ""I'm still horny,"" he said into the boy's ear, licking it.

Trowa shuddered and got down on his knees. He had no idea why he was doing this, knowing it wrong, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to learn, for Quatre''s sake as well as his own. Duo''s erect cock sprang out toward him, thick and glistening with precum. He flicked his tongue out over the weeping head of his arousal, tasting the bitter juices there.

""Mmm, yeah Trowa. Suck me dry."" He leaned back against the wall and placed his hands in Trowa's bangs, guiding him forward. ""Blow me.""

With a hesitant breath, Trowa brought out his tongue and licked all over Duo's shaft, using his imagination. He suckled gently on the very tip, bringing forth more juices as he teased the slit with his tongue.

""Oh yeah! I was right. You''re a natural cock sucker."" He thrust his hips forward, shoving himself into Trowa's mouth.

Trowa choked on the thick length that went down his throat. When the urge to gag passed, he continued his ministrations to Duo''s swollen cock, swallowing it whole and sucking with a bruising force. He closed his eyes and stroked up and down, flexing his esophagus.

It wasn't long before the American came, pouring his seed down Trowa's tight throat, who swallowed as much as he could. Semen trickled out of the corners of the youth's perfect mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Duo grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet, then kissed him. He licked his own cum from Trowa's mouth and chin, then shoved his tongue inside. Drinking his sweetness and the taste of his own passion, he groaned and immediately got hard again.

""I want to fuck you!"" he cried, about to lose control. Another minute, and he was going to pounce on the youth before him and take him.

Trowa pushed him away. ""No.""

""I won't. Not unless you're willing."" He slid his hand between the boy's legs and gripped his testes, which he began to massage gently as his other hand began to stroke an already hardening length.

""No!"" Trowa yelled. He twisted out of Duo's grasp. ""You've had enough fun. We will never, ever do this again. I can''t believe this...""

""I''m not the only one who had fun. I didn't force you into anything. You came, didn't you? And you sucked my cock without my encouragement. And I must say, you are very good. I wouldn't mind another round. You wanna?""

""Hell no!"" He got out of the shower and immediately wrapped himself up in a thick towel, ashamed of himself. ""Quatre will never want me now. Not after what I''ve let you done.""

""You think Quatre''s innocent? Ha!"" Duo laughed at that. ""He has experience, believe me.""

Trowa''s emerald eyes narrowed. ""What are you saying?""

Duo laughed. ""Why don't you ask him about Heero?""

""Heero? What about Heero?"" He grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him. ""Tell me now!""

The American merely laughed again and pushed him away. ""It's not my place to tell you."" His smile became teasing, and he pinched both of Trowa''s nipples with expert fingers. Then he leaned forward and captured the youth''s mouth, kissing him savagely.

Trowa, angry and jealous beyond belief, kissed back. He tore into Duo's mouth with his teeth, grazing lips and tongue. ""Tell me.""

""Ah, Trowa. Quatre is not a virgin. Of course, it wasn't completely his fault that he was seduced by Heero...""

""Seduced? Quatre?"" Trowa asked, amazed. He stepped back a couple of feet and sat on the closed-lidded toilet, eyes wide and staring. ""My Quatre?""

""Just ask him about it. I''m sure he''ll tell you. What little he remembers."" He pulled up his pants which he had discarded in the floor and buttoned up his shirt. ""Enjoy your flute lessons.""

Trowa glared after Duo with contempt. He really shouldn't hate Duo, he decided. After all, he had practically encouraged the American to violate him. He respected the boy for not taking his virginity, though, and relaxed somewhat. Then he remembered what Duo had said.

""Looks like I'm gonna be paying Heero a visit,"" he mumbled, and put on his clothes.