Well, ppl, you asked for it so here it is. I hope you enjoy. I'm going to try out an entirely new kind of Trowa abuse with this fic. In' all my other ficcies he doesn't deserve it. In this one … well I'm not so sure. We'll figure it out when we get there, now won't we?

Kyoshi

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Trowa's visible eye widened. There was no way he could agree to that, he had a hard enough time keeping his attraction for the braided pilot hidden as it was. Recovering from his shock quickly, he shook his head slightly.

"And if I disagree?"

Duo struggled to keep the disappointment from his face. He'd been hoping to be able to get closer to the handsome green-eyed boy. Keeping his face as neutral as he could, he shrugged.

"If you disagree you have to face the consequences."

Trowa blinked. Consequences? Duo had never mentioned any consequences when they'd started playing the game...

"And what are they?"

Duo smirked slightly, a sight that should have set Trowa off to danger immediately, and probably would have if he'd been paying attention to the wicked gleam in Duo's eye and not the way Duo's hand was idly playing with the end of his braid.

"Oh, nothing much. You only have to go to the door of everyone you know with a can of whip cream, wearing only a trench coat and offer them sex. No big deal."

Trowa choked on the air he had been breathing in at the exact moment Duo said that.

"W-what?!?!"

Duo gave him an innocent look as if to say he were completely confused as to why Trowa was acting so oddly over a sentence.

"What? Oh I forgot, you'd have handcuffs too. Sorry."

Trowa cleared his throat, and if he were lucky his blush as well trying to regain some control over his composure.

"You know Duo, you never mentioned, any, um, consequences when we began the game."

"Oh, I didn't? I'm sorry. It must have slipped my mind. It happens to me a lot. There are always consequences to a truth or dare game. You either answer the truth, do the dare, or face the consequences which are usually 10 times worse. Now you know."

Trowa stared at the boy sitting on the living room floor across from him, an entirely new level of speechless until Quatre spoke up from the corner of the room where he'd been silently listening to the entire game, amused.

"That's true you know. You have to do one or the other. Duo's not that bad looking of a guy I know which one I'd pick, of course if you take the lessons I miss out on the sex offer so I'm pretty torn on giving you advice. Sorry Trowa."

Trowa blinked turning to Quatre in shock for a few seconds before returning his gaze to Duo.

"Y-you wouldn't actually force me..."

Another voice, this one belonging to Wufei, piped up from another corner of the room.

"If he wouldn't, I would. You agreed to play the game. It is only honorable that you keep up your part of the bargain."

"B-but I didn't..."

"That does not matter to me, Barton. You should have researched the game before you agreed to play it. You got yourself into this mess."

Trowa turned his gaze to Heero for help, but the Perfect Soldier only continued typing in his laptop.

"You know, I hate to say it Trowa, but Wufei does have a point. You did get yourself into it."

Trowa sighed and nodded, knowing he wasn't going to receive any help from his friends. Standing he resigned himself to his fate and turned towards the safe house stairs.

"I suppose I'll see you tomorrow then, Duo."

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T.B.C.?

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Hee hee. Trowa walked right into that one. I just love torturing him soooooooooooooooooooo much ^_^.