title: Wrapped Around Your Finger
author: windsor blue
pairing: Quatre Raberba Winner and Trowa Barton
fandom: Gundam Wing
theme: #12 - In A Good Mood and #21 - Violence
rating: MA (adult-ish), for swearing
warnings: humor, waff, swearing
disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If you do, then be happy and well in the knowledge that you make more money in a week than I have in my entire working life, and that you have much better, bigger and more important things to do with your time than hassle me.
"Hey, Quat - where's Trowa?"
Without even looking up from his newspaper, Quatre held up his right hand with his little finger extended. "Right here."
Duo burst into laughter. Heero blinked. "I don't get it."
"He means," Duo explained between chuckles, "That he's got Trowa wrapped around his little finger. Oh, man - I sure wouldn't want to see Tro's face if he heard you say that!"
"Heard him say what?" Trowa asked from the doorway.
Quatre did look up then, grinning his nothing-can-spoil-my-good-mood grin. "Duo asked me where you were," he began, letting his newspaper droop to the tabletop. He held up his little finger again and waved it at Trowa. "So I showed him."
"Ahhh," Trowa replied with a low chuckle. He crossed the room, took Quatre's hand in his, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of Quatre's little finger. Just as Quatre gave Duo a particularly smug grin, Trowa said, "You don't give yourself enough credit, love - your dick is bigger than this...a little bit, anyway..."
Quatre's eyes widened and so did Duo's, but Duo began to howl with laughter while Quatre let out an indignant squawk. "Oh, that's it, Barton - you're going to pay for that!" He leapt out of his chair as Trowa jumped back with a taunting smile. Quatre charged and Trowa ran, and Duo and Heero heard Quatre shouting, "You forget that I know where all your ticklish spots are!", followed by the sound of the back door slamming shut.
Duo let out a dramatic sigh and threw his arm around Heero's shoulders. "Sad - isn't it? - to see a happy couple dissolve into violence."
Heero glanced at Duo, more pointedly at Duo's arm, and growled "Get your goddamned hand off of me."
Duo jerked back and Heero smirked. "Ahhh-ha!" Duo grinned, wagging his finger. "You got me there, pal! You got me there."
Heero's smirk grew and he hooked his little finger around Duo's index finger, still wagging in the vicinity of Heero's nose. "Yeah, I sure do."