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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All " Chapter 14 Quatre drank deeply the final drops of his red wine. Pushing the empty glass away, he rested his head against the bar counter. How could this have happened? Why didn't Trowa just say something before now? Is that why he turned to Heero? Was Heero a better listener? What all did Trowa tell him? Something told Quatre that the Japanese man knew more about his lover than he did. Tonight was the first time, ever, that Trowa acted as
he had. From what Quatre had seen, Heero was always so mean and aggressive.
Why would Trowa want that? Especially after growing up with mercenaries.
Quatre raised his heavy head and looked at his wrist watch. It's been
three hours. Trowa probably had enough time alone. Trowa looked up as the hotel room opened and Quatre stepped inside. The Latin sat up straight on the bed, slightly surprised that the Arab had been gone as long as he had. In truth, Quatre spent as little time from Trowa as possible, but he was thankful of that. It gave him a chance to think about things. "Kitten, about earlier-" Quatre wasted no
time as he placed himself on Trowa's lap and kissed his boyfriend
with surprising aggressiveness. Trowa's eyes widen at the sudden action.
What had gotten into him? It was then that he tasted the wine. Quatre
had been drinking. Hopefully, it wasn't for the entire time that he
had been gone. As Trowa returned his boyfriend's kiss, he felt the blonde's hands slip under his shirt. Quatre's thumbs brushed against Trowa's nipples in seductive circles. This was way out of character for Quatre, but Trowa didn't stop him. In truth, he was slightly curious of further actions. He stopped long enough to remove Trowa's shirt, and rip open the front of his pants. Trowa didn't resist. He laid back and allowed Quatre to do what he wanted with his body. Being drunk left no point in talking to him now. Besides, he never really slept with a drunken Quatre before; it could prove interesting. Quatre wasted no time entering him. The Arab didn't really compared, as Trowa had previously mentioned. It wasn't really his fault though. The entire time that they've been together, he had always been the underdog. Trowa gripped the blankets as he felt the manhood inside, despite the fact that his mind was feeling something else. It was spilling images of Heero making love to him. It was the first that he thought of Heero while having sex with Quatre; and the first that he wished it was his man mistress instead. He kept his eyes closed as Quatre pounded into him. It aided in pretending that it really was Heero inside him. A soft moan passed his lips as his mind heard the headboard knocking against an imaginary wall. Quatre would never be that aggressive; not even while being drunk could he please Trowa that way. Without really thinking, Trowa raised up and pushed Quatre onto his back. He proceeded to straddle the Arab and continue as if he was impaled on Heero. Tears spilled from his closed eyes as he felt the smooth hands caressing his body, instead of calloused ones. Soft lips tasted his flesh opposed to dry, slightly capped. Quatre looked up at his lover, surprised at Trowa's actions. He never would have guessed that this was how he wanted to have sex. Anger from either learning this, or from the alcohol, burned in Quatre. Was this how they had sex everytime they were together? Meaningless flaring hormones; tainted with physical pleasure instead of feelings? "Is this how you fuck him?" Trowa stopped at the question. His eyes shifted down to Quatre, wondering if he had heard right. He could see the anger in his lover. "Is this how you fuck Heero when you're with him? You can go ahead and tell me. What's wrong? Don't you even have the balls to tell me to my face while I'm drunk; knowing I won't remember when I wake up?" Trowa tried to pull from him, but the Arab grabbed his hips to prevent him from going. "Just tell me. . .or do you get off on torturing me?" "I never wanted to hurt you." "Then why?" Trowa turned from the question, not exactly sure what to say. "What did I do so wrong Trowa? Whatever it is, I can fix it." Still no answer came. Quatre released his hold on Trowa and closed his eyes, anger returning. "Maybe I'll just have someone deal with him." Trowa's attention snapped back toward his lover. Drunk or not, he never expected to hear something like that come from his lips. "I'm sure that I can afford a skilled assassin." "Don't talk like that." "As long as he's around, he'll just continue to take things from me. . .will it ever stop if he's still alive?" "Kitten-" The Arab's eyes flashed open. "You're suppose to be mine Trowa ! I'm the one
that gave you everything, including your humanity. What has that mentally
unstable bastard done for you? When were you going to tell me? Or
were you planning to drag me along without telling me? I knew I should
have listen to Jade. They all tried to tell me that you weren't worth
it, but I wouldn't listen." Trowa continued to listen to the
verbal bash, feeling that he deserved it. Every word that flowed from
Quatre's lips for the following five minutes, he deserved. The blonde
followed this by pushing Trowa off of him, and then plummeting back
inside to finish what had been started. This time, Trowa wouldn't
allow himself to think of Heero. He deserved the meaningless sex as
well. In truth, he couldn't even feel it any more. He allowed himself
to sink into the void that he had created as a child when being raped
by mercenaries. The void that offered no pain, or pleasure for that
matter. He didn't deserve anything less. Chapter
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