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Pairings/warnings: 1x2x3 relationship but combinations of that within, maid!Trowa, smut/sexual content, language, light bondage, humour... I think that's it?

Beta'd by ELLE as she sent me the picture of maid!Trowa so I forced her to do it…And the first part of my contribution to mine and Clara Barton's smut off! Set in the same universe as the Three of Us

All Bets Are Off

Part One – Target – Duo Maxwell

The outfit was spread out on the bed and Trowa looked at it critically purely for practical reasons. He doubted whether it would fit over his broad shoulders and chest but then he saw the small joker's card attached to it and raised an eyebrow.

This was the forfeit. This was what happened when Trowa actually lost at poker. He did so rarely, having an impeccable poker face and vast experience playing a damn lot of card games in merc groups during his childhood. Card games were a bonding exercise and they were something anyone could do even when there was no regular electricity and no real connection to the outside world so Trowa was fucking great at card games.

The only problem was this particular game of poker had been played by "L2 rules" and in hindsight, Trowa figured this had been a set up as he'd seen Duo grinning even in his drunken state and Heero had just nodded to confirm that he was quite happy with "L2 rules."

And Trowa wasn't entirely sure how he'd lost but he'd remembered the bet – and of course, Duo had decided the stake. Which led to the outfit on the bed.

"Whoever loses wears a French maid's outfit."

Trowa had been a little drunk, a little blurry around the edges and had consented to this and now, in the cold light of day with the outfit in front of him, he wanted to know what had possessed him. But Trowa Barton was a man of his word and he removed the dress from the hanger, feeling the mix of satin and lace. Saw the garter stuffed in the pocket, the little cap on the bed next to it and he could almost hear Duo laughing as he'd laid it out, probably thinking that Trowa wouldn't go through with it but then, Trowa saw no reason not to. No reason not to use the forfeit to his own advantage.

He removed his shirt, pulling the material over his head, and then ruffled his hair. He undid his belt, took off his socks and jeans and contemplated the dress, picking it up and sliding it on, instantly feeling the sensual pleasure of tactile fabrics.

Trowa turned to the floor length mirror, installed so that they could see how they looked when they fucked each other, and realised it looked okay. Though his underwear was going to have to go, the boxers peeking out from his skirt really ruined the illusion, so he discarded them on the floor, reaching for the lacy garter and securing it around his right thigh.

The hat was last, a little unsure of how to place it in his hair, but he did and then looked at himself now that the look was complete. Trowa usually wore comfortable clothes but he liked the way the dress felt against the skin, the way the skirt flared out at his thighs, and he smoothed down the white apron, pulled at the black satin, and then was satisfied he looked as convincing a maid as he was ever going to be.

When he was undercover, when he worked infiltration, Trowa had learnt a lot of skills, skills that he would use now. He thought for a second about how to play this and then he heard the door open, knowing now it was show time. He grabbed a particular item from the box at the bottom of the wardrobe before his discovery, hiding it underneath one of the pillows for easy access, and stood in what he intended to be an alluring way.

"Tro'? You here?"

He heard Duo shout his name, he heard him go to the kitchen and get himself some water and finally he heard him heading up the stairs.

He'd known his first target would be Duo. Not just because he was the easiest of his two lovers but because he was the one home first. Heero was working late and that meant Trowa had to think of alternative tactics for him but maybe revenge on Duo would be sweetest so he waited, hearing him bound up the stairs until he was at the threshold of the bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks as soon as he saw Trowa.

There were words that came out of Duo's mouth at his appearance but Trowa wasn't sure what they were. Maybe "the fuck" or maybe something less articulate but Trowa only walked forward, taking shorter strides, and reached to Duo's arm, smoothing down the creased shirt of his uniform.

"You require any assistance, sir?"

Duo's eyes had already been impossibly wide at his clothing choice, ranging up from his feet to his long legs, stopping where the skirt just covered him and he'd swallowed at that – and when Trowa used the word "sir" it had apparently short-circuited any brain cells that Duo had left.

"I was cleaning the room… and I found things," he continued and Duo seemed to gain some composure as he reached out to run a finger over the apron, over the satin, over the lace and Trowa could see the little shiver at the feel.

The tactile fabric felt very good against his own skin but he imagined it felt just as good to someone touching him. And Trowa pressed forward, bringing their bodies into contact, grabbing hold of Duo's straying hand to position it at his hip and this was the one time he wished he wasn't as damn tall as it would've been easier to look coy looking up at him. However, it didn't seem to matter as he ran his hand to Duo's crotch, stroking there, feeling him harden under his touch.

"I think you need maid service," Trowa said as seductively as he could, keeping the straightest face he could as he continued to move his hand lazily over the front of Duo's uniform pants.

From that point it was easy, Trowa using his hips and hands, forcing Duo towards the bed, meticulously made by the, ugh, maid, and it took very little persuasion to get Duo lying on the bed, for Trowa to have undone his shirt and to have licked a trail from collarbone to belly button, feeling Duo's fingers toying with the dress, the hat, whatever part of Trowa he could reach. Trowa finally reached his pants, undoing the zipper, reaching inside and stroking Duo's cock, watching for a second his reaction before he licked gently from base to tip, his green eyes looking up at Duo's expression.

He bent further down, feeling the little hat slide from his hair but that didn't matter as he sucked around the head, letting his tongue lazily trace every part before he took more, his hand at the base, bobbing down and back up, hearing Duo moan his encouragement.

Trowa felt himself hardening, stimulated by Duo's reactions, the taste in his mouth, salty, uniquely Duo as he could taste the difference between the two men he loved and he was savouring Duo's on his tongue.

"Trowa... baby..."

He felt the hand in his hair move to the frills and lace around his shoulders and if the breathy words were an indication that Duo was close, then there were other signs that made it even more obvious – Duo's stomach muscles tensing, his hips moving upwards in little increments and his hands tightening in the material.

As he felt Duo's body react, Trowa slid his lips off his cock and moved up to kiss Duo, rubbing his body against him and reaching for the item he'd placed discreetly under the pillow earlier. The kiss, how close he was, made Duo easy as Trowa reached for a wrist, quickly, as subtlety as he could, before he snapped a cuff around it. He felt Duo react to the metal but Trowa gave him no time to react, grinding his body against his, letting him feel the maid's outfit as he swiftly caught the other hand, feeding the chain behind the metallic bars of the frame and cuffing the other hand, effectively trapping him.

Trowa backed off then, saw Duo realise his current situation before he left the bed, straightened his skirt so it covered ass and looked back over his shoulder.

Duo tried the cuffs, used to them being used in play, and then glared up at Trowa.

"This is revenge for the outfit and the poker game, right?"

"I don't know what you mean, sir."

And with that answer, he heard Duo swearing under his breath as he watched him walk out of the room. Trowa hitched up the skirt briefly before he did, showing the garter, heard a little gasped "fuck" and left, ready to acquire his next target – Heero Yuy.