The bell rang through the halls of Saint Michael the Archangel�s Institute. Students scurried off to their next classes, pushing and trampling each other in their haste to avoid a tardy from a stern faced teacher.

Trowa and Quatre were currently undercover as Taylor Bernhardt and Kayla Winters, the newest students of the institute. Quatre had gone as a girl to attract less attention and judging from the way boys were already falling for �her�, Trowa thought sourly, they had pulled it off, though maybe too well.

Duo and the others had prepared the Arabian a bit too thoroughly, it seemed. Using gallon after noxious gallon of hair growth formula on him to make his hair grow just a few lousy inches, leaving lingerie catalogs in his room, and getting Catherine and Hilde to show him how to apply make-up had seriously tempted the little blond to blow all four of their miserable asses to Kingdom Come.

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BBRING!!! The bell sounded, making �Taylor� wince as he got up to leave for History, a class he utterly despised. That particular day, he hated History even more as the fact that he couldn�t get laid without blowing their cover made him dangerously cranky.

As he took his seat, an idea sparked in his mind and an unholy grin lit up his chiseled features. Mr. Arden, their ancient relic of a teacher, waddled up to his podium and began droning on and on for a good fifteen minutes. He then gave his half-dead students two solid pages of questions and went to his desk, where a huge stack of papers sat waiting for him. Casually, �Taylor� stood up and went up to the desk and cleared his throat to get his teacher's attention.

"Ye~es, Mr. Bernhardt?" Mr. Arden asked, liberally scribbling red marks on a paper and not even looking up.

//Old fart.// �Taylor� thought irritably as he replied, "Kayla�s not feeling well. Could I go take her to the nurse?"

"Oh yes, of course." Mr. Arden muttered absently, handing �Taylor� a hall pass and forgetting that �Kayla� sat all the way on the other side of the room from the brown haired boy.

Rolling his emerald eyes and cramming the slip of paper into his pocket, �Taylor� crossed the room to �Kayla�s� desk and whispered, "Come on."

Wide blue eyes peered up at him and �she� asked, "What is it?"

He simply took �her� hand and led �her� out of the classroom with a vague, "You�ll see."

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Since classes were in session, the study hall was empty and the best place to go for privacy. Trowa pulled Quatre into the empty room and captured his angel�s soft lips. Quatre moaned in surprise and struggled weakly. When they finally broke for air, he asked breathlessly, "What about class? What if someone catches us?"

Trowa�s hands fumbled with the fastenings of Quatre�s vest as he muttered, "I�ve taken care of the old loon and all the other classes are in session. Who�s going to come in here?" He tossed the vest aside and pushed Quatre against a desk. "Besides," His lips grazed his collarbone. "I haven�t gotten any for a while."

Unable to argue, Quatre could only whimper as Trowa sucked on his collarbone. The brown haired boy�s fingers started undoing the buttons on his blouse and pushed it off his shoulders. "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look in a skirt?" Quatre gasped as Trowa brushed his thumb over a pink nipple. "I should make you wear skirts more often."

He kissed the sweet lips again and then lowered his head to close his lips around the second nipple as his free hand pushed up the dark skirt to pull down the lacy panties that hid his lover�s sex. The dark haired pilot reached around and trailed a finger down the smaller boy�s cleft. "Trowa�" Quatre whimpered, trembling with barely pent-up passion.

A slender finger pressed against Quatre�s lips and Trowa whispered, "Just wait, Little One."

Small hands undid the buttons on his own shirt and the light fingers grazed his heated chest. Trowa groaned and slipped a finger into Quatre�s warmth. Quatre wriggled under him, his skirt bunched up around his slim waist as Trowa added two more fingers, stretching and preparing him for something much bigger than three fingers.

Trowa�s fingers fumbled with the fly of his pants, pulled open his slacks, and took his erection out of its confinement. He gently spread the ivory legs apart, and entered Quatre in one smooth thrust. Quatre moaned and threw his head back, exposing his silky throat for Trowa to ravish. Bracing his hands on the skirt-clad hips, he thrust over and over again until they both came. Quatre�s seed splashed onto his bare stomach and Trowa spilled his own essence into the delicate body beneath him.

Breathing hard and barely conscious, Quatre fell into his love�s strong arms. Just heartbeats away from passing out himself, Trowa pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned up both of them. The soiled handkerchief fell to the floor and Trowa drew the little blond against his body for a kiss.

"MR. BERNHARDT, MISS WINTERS, WHAT IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST DO YOU THINK YOU�RE DOING?!?!" Trowa looked over Quatre�s shoulder to see Mr. Dameth standing in the doorway, face a vivid purple and contorted with fury.

"Oops�"

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Hey readers! Hope you�ve had a good vacation and I hope you like this fic. *sweatdrop* Jeez, I get to be a bigger hentai every time� but I blame the soda. All standard disclaimers apply, I don�t own any part of Gundam Wing, and I don�t know if there�s such a place as Saint Michael�s, but if there is, sorry �bout that. Later! ^_^ ~ LiLi