Title: Man and Wife

Pairing: 3x4

Rating: M

Warnings: lemon (the very worst kind), cross dressing

Notes: I don't own GW. While writing this I didn't know whether to cringe or laugh.

With one look, the look, Trowa had driven Quatre to his stocking clad knees, his bright blonde hair drooping prettily in the candle light. "Trowa!" Quatre cried out in his high, effeminate voice, "Please, I love you! Don't leave me!"

Trowa didn't say a word. He didn't speak all.

"Oh, Trowa!" Quatre murmured pitifully, his big baby blues filled with tears, which trailed down to his pouting pink lips. "I... I can't live without you," a blush enflamed his chubby cheeks, "You're the only man, the only man. My manly Trowa, please!"

Without a emotion crossing his face, Trowa knelt beside the huddled, cowering Quatre, and simply offered his a huge pink diamond on pink gold.

"Oh!" With a happy sigh, Quatre brought his hands to his cheeks, his eyes rolling back with joy. He then offered one thin, dainty, pale hand to Trowa with graceful flick. "Trowa," he murmured, "I knew you would never leave me..."

With a strong, masculine push Trowa slide the gorgeous pink ring on Quatre's ring finger. It fit perfectly. "It's so big." Quatre whispered, then blushed, ducking his head.

Gripping Quatre's chin firmly, but gently, Trowa lifted his warm face so that Quatre was forced to look up into Trowa's one dark, lust driven eye.

"I've always wanted to be your wife, Trowa... My dear near husband. We..." Quatre licked his lips, "We are nearly wedded, Trowa... I think I'm ready for you to take me, to take my virginity!"

Kissing Quatre, Trowa drove his tongue into Quatre's eager, inexperienced mouth. Quatre whimpered and brought a hand delicately to Trowa's strong, thick neck.

A breath for air, "Oh! Trowa... This feels so..." Quatre moaned and wriggled innocently under Trowa's intense, dominant gaze, "So wonderful... You're so experienced."

Smirking above the ball of goo that Quatre had become, Trowa smirked, then turned back to his usual face less self.

"My love, my manly Trowa! I knew the moment I saw you..." With a girlish sigh, Quatre rotated his hips eagerly, if with out knowledge of what he was doing into Trowa's large, gushing manhood, "I loved you!"

Kissing Quatre once more, Trowa shed him of his pale pink shirt and small skirt. To Trowa's surprise he found that Quatre was wearing some lacy garters... and a pink thong. He grunted deeply, and shoved his hand inside, tearing at the fragile material.

"Take me Trowa! take me now! Drive that hot, huge cock into me now!"

And Trowa drove it in hard and fast.

"Oh Trowa!" So Quatre came, his pretty, light thighs flailing against Trowa's highly muscled ones. Then Trowa came, pumping into Quatre pink, puckered hole.

Once again Quatre sighed happily as Trowa gathered him into his strong, protective arms. Snuggling deeper, Quatre murmured thoughtfully, "I think I will have that sex change. For you my manly Trowa!"

Trowa kissed him, driving him back into the wall and Quatre moaned wantonly, like the woman he was to become.