The Losing Edge
3x4. PG13
for dentelle_noir

Quatre buried his head in his hands and muttered under his breath, "Not again!" This had stopped being funny after the seventh time and now really Quatre didn't feel like dealing with it.

"This was not the reception I was waiting for," Trowa's voice said.

Quatre braved another look up and saw Trowa long naked legs; he fixed his eyes on the loincloth barely covering Trowa's private parts and then burst out laughing at the feather headdress over Trowa's head and the war paint on his face.

"I was hoping you could ignore the feathers," Trowa said and gave Quatre a devious look.

Quatre shook his head and covered his face with his hands. "Duo hates me," he moaned. "Hates me!"

"No. He just cheats at poker," Trowa said.

"Then why do you keep playing with him!?" Quatre tried to look serious but he couldn't help but chuckle at Trowa's costume. "After the Jessica Rabbit costume he forced you to wear I would believe you'd stop."

"Yes… but you liked the Fallen Angel costume so much, I thought I'll give it a try."

"I did like that one," Quatre said with a dreamy sigh. "Lose the feathers and we can make this work. Just please, no more Village People costumes."

Trowa threw away the Indian headdress and pulled Quatre in for a kiss. "Not even the biker one?"

Quatre smiled into the kiss and whispered, "we'll see…"