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"Childs Revenge "Written By: Eliza & Lady Midnight
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue,
we own nothing but the shirt on our backs, some dryer lint, oh and
look Sandy I found some cookie crumbs!LOL Author: Eliza Blaine and Sandra (LadyMidnight)
Length: Unsure All comments and suggestions welcome.
Childs Revenge
Leaning back in his seat, eyes closed....Quatre Raberba Winner sighed mentally ~He's worried about me, but how do I tell him what I felt ~ He shudders as he remembers the feel of those thoughts and desires directed at him, body clenching......thinking about how overwhelming they were. It made him ill to know that he was the object of such desires. "Trowa....pull the car over, please! I'm going to be sick!" Trowa had barely stopped the car when Quatre threw the door opened, running to the side of the road to be violently ill. When his stomach would give up no more of its contents, Quatre settled for wrapping himself into as tight a ball as he could......tears rolling down pale cheeks. When the arms encircled him, the small blond fought...still in the grips of those ugly thoughts, "No!! Don't touch me!!" "Little one, shhh.....little one." Quatre relaxed at the sound of his husband's calm voice. "Tell me, koi!" ~Tell me who's done this to you............so I can kill them~ "I'm here, my angel.....I'm here." Gently gathering his small husband into his arms, Trowa nuzzled the side of his love's neck. Carrying him back to the car, feeling the shivers running through Quatre's body, Trowa felt a rage unlike anything he had ever experienced before. However none of this rage showed when he spoke again, "Please tell me what is wrong, Quatre. What has made you so afraid?" his tone begging as he brushed fingers over tearstained cheeks. ~Oh, Trowa....how do I tell you The feelings and desires coming at me....so vile and corrupt~ Quatre wondered, chewing on the mints his green-eyed husband had handed him. ~Please, koi....take the feel of that evil touch from my body and soul~ he screamed silently in his mind. As if in answer to his unspoken plea, Trowa's hands began to softly caress the blond's lean body. Placing small tender kisses over Quatre's face and neck...the shivers quieting down with each press of soft lips against skin. "Please, little one.....it hurts me to see you like this." Trowa said softly, feeling mildly guilty about using the words 'hurting me' when talking with his beloved. He knew full well that Quatre would never intentionally hurt him, but he wanted him to talk.
Suddenly his gentle husband squeezed him tightly, pressing his smaller form against Trowa's, "Please, koi......make it go away! Stop me from thinking!" Knowing what his lover was asking, Trowa hesitated only briefly ~He needs to talk about this, get it out into the open...........but~ his thoughts interrupted by a whispered, "Love.......make me fly!" Not caring that they were in a car....on the side of the road, Trowa pulled himself and Quatre into the backseat.
"I want nothing more then to feel you inside me." was the answer breathed against Trowa's lips.
Trowa was suprised when Quatre tangled fingers in his hair, whispering fiercily, "Take me......NOW!" He watched as Quatre began to roughly pull clothes off his body, baring himself for the gaze of his lover. ~Quatre is a passionate lover, but there is more here then just passion When I find out who put him it this state...........they are going to be very, very sorry~ Trowa promised himself as the press of his husband's nude form drove all other thoughts from his mind.......for the moment. Smiling wickedly, "You are wearing too many clothes, love." Quatre moaned as he tugged at Trowa's jacket. Nuzzling his petite lover's neck, Trowa's reply was muffled. "What was that?" Quatre gasped as Trowa's teeth gently nipped his collar bone. "I said........then do something about it, koi." The buttons of Trowa's shirt went flying in every direction as Quatre did as he was told. Then hands running up and down the chest bared by the now opened shirt, followed by lips and tongue. Trowa gasped at the touch of moist kisses moving over his skin, moaning low in his throat when teeth tugged on one nipple, then the other. Dragging Quatre's head back up to plunder that tempting mouth, Trowa whispered, "Little one, I don't have anything to prep you with and I refuse to hurt you. We have to stop! We can finish this at home." In a voice roughened by passion and smiling with wicked glee, Quatre replied, "In my jacket pocket......some lube. I was hoping we might sneak away to a private place during the party." Then his whole body arched, head thrown back as a lube-covered finger slid into him. Pulling his blond husband onto his lap, Trowa asked, "Does that feel good, love? Do you want more?" All Quatre could do was whimper and nod his head yes. Clutching at Trowa's shoulders as a second, then third finger were added......hitting the sweet spot in Quatre's body that had him screaming in passion. Wrapping hands around his beloved friend, husband and lover's head, the little blond begged, "Please take me, koi......I need you inside me, claiming my body and soul!"
Quatre was suprised......when after collasping on top of him, Trowa began to laugh. "What is so funny, koi?" With green eyes sparkling, looking at the passion-flushed blond under him, "You do realize, don't you.....that we are in a car, on the side of the road, making out in the backseat like a couple of teenagers." "Just like old times, huh." Quatre laughed softly. "Yes, little one." taking the blond man's mouth in a tender, loving kiss. The two men dressed in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Trowa thinking about the mystery person who had caused his beloved so much fear. Quatre too....was thinking of this person, ~I can't tell Trowa who it was.......he would do something rash Right now we need to work on the situation with Colt, everything else can wait~ In a van about half a mile away.....a voice spoke into a radio, "Serpent Three to King Snake. Targets are on the move again. Shall we proceed?" "Yes!" a cold voice hissed . Back home, Quatre went to his office to make a quick call while Trowa went upstairs to bed. He had planned on calling Duo, but swore out loud when he remembered Heero telling him that he and Duo were going to the movies tonight. ~Oh, well.....I will talk to Duo tomorrow~ Rubbing a hand over tired eyes, Quatre thought, ~Now I have to talk to Colt He and his father can't be allowed to grow apart~ It is a small noise that breaks into the arabian's thoughts. Before Quatre could react or speak out, an arm wraps itself around his chect and a large knife is laid against his neck. The struggles cause the desk lamp to fall, crashing to the floor. "Not a peep, blondie......unless you want to see your own blood!" When Trowa heard the breaking of glass, he didn't think....he just moved. Running towards the sound, he threw open the door to Quatre's office. The sight the met him made his blood run cold. A figure dressed all in black was holding his petite husband.......a knife to his throat. Trowa had taken no more then two steps into the room when pain exploded in his head and the world went black to the sound of Quatre crying out, "Trowa!!" Quatre tried to go to Trowa when the figure hiding behind the door struck him, but a drug-filled needle ended his struggles. "Serpent Three to King Snake. Targets aquired. On route to rendezvous point." "Good. Bring the angel to me." cold hissing laughter filled the room. Three hours later....all the aquired targets had been loaded into seperate crates, then placed aboard the ship. The figure standing deep in the shadows began to laugh, caressing the head of a silver walking stick. It's head that of a striking cobra..............................
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