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"Things That Go Bump in the Night"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Oranges are purple, the Wizard of
OZ actually exists, and the boys have signed a contract saying they
legally belong to me. And, no, they weren’t under the influence
of drugs or alcohol when they signed it either…well, okay, not
much. ^_^ Pairings: 3x4, existing 5xM Rating: Velvet says it’s an R Spoilers: Nope Warnings: AU (so, SOOO AU), supernatural, lime,
violence, some language, my twisted sense of humor…need I say
more? Author’s Chaotic Rambling on No Particular
Subject: Yeah. No idea where this came from. Sat down
to work on the 4x6, and wrote thirty pages of this instead. Granted,
I was in the mood for some supernatural kinkiness, but I wasn’t
planning on writing it! Ah well. *emphasized*
" Things That Go Bump in the Night" Chapter 10 Love is a powerful language.
All of this thinking had gotten me awake enough to pay attention to what my nose was telling me. By now I knew his scent by heart; Trowa was the heat source spooned up against my back. Now, this is not new. He usually winds up in my bed at some point during the night. There was just this one little thing that separated this time from all previous times. No clothes. Not on him, not on me: complete and utter lack of clothing. I was torn between being completely embarrassed and really turned on. How do I get myself into these situations? I rummaged around in my memory, searching for the answer to this mystery. I vaguely remembered just falling into bed and Trowa lying down next to me, but we’d still been in our fur. So…apparently we shift back in our sleep…well, that was interesting. Why couldn’t have someone have warned me about that?! Okay, Quatre, make a decision and make it quick. Either sneak out of a highly embarrassing situation, or give into temptation and take advantage of being naked and in bed with Trowa. “Awake?” Trowa murmured next to my ear. …sneaking not an option. Right. “Yeah,” I whispered back. “Good. I want to talk to you about something.” “Um…okay.” Talk? He wanted to talk? “What about?” He shifted from behind me, transferring his weight onto one hip and an elbow. I only had time to blink before his mouth brushed mine. The touch was gentle and sweet. I relaxed into it with a murmur of appreciation, and when his tongue touched my bottom lip I opened for him, playing a rather exciting game of tongue twister. I really like Trowa’s version of ‘talking’. All too soon he stopped, lifting his head enough to focus on my face. “We’ve been dancing around the issue for three weeks.” His tone and expression were completely serious. “I nearly lost you before I could even properly tell you how I felt. Quatre,” the name was almost a caress. “Do you really want me?” What, was he kidding?! “Yes,” I answered fervently. Empathically. His eyes lit up, and the joy coming from him was so bright to my empathic sense that it was like staring at a burning city. It was really arousing too, but we’re not going to dwell on that… I yanked his head back down and started hungrily kissing him. Surely we’re past the ‘need to talk’ stage and could now engage our mouths in a more pleasurable manner. He groaned as our tongues tangled, shifting until he was completely on top of me. Skin to skin contact made everything much, much better. I spread my legs so he could settle between them, lifting one thigh so I could wrap a leg over his, coincidentally rubbing our awakening erections together. Ooooh, yeah, that was very nice. The door clicked open, then Iria’s voice “Quatre? Are you…er…” I yanked my head away from Trowa, staring at my sister in horror and felt distantly grateful that the blanket was still covering us from the waist down. Iria had the absolute gall to start snickering. “Never mind, I can see you’re fine.” Still snickering, she waltzed back out of the room, door closing behind her. As soon as the door shut Trowa started nibbling along my ear. I wanted to squirm away from him (having my sister interrupt us had kind of killed the mood) but…well…it just felt really nice. My head tilted back unconsciously as his teeth grazed the tender side of my neck. Mm. That was…oh yeah, just like that… Screw it, I’ll be embarrassed later. Right now, it’s much more important to figure out where all of Trowa’s sensitive spots are. + The downside with living in a werewolf pack is that everyone has really good hearing: translation? Everyone knows when somebody gets some up-close and personal attention. The other downside is that Duo has no compunction whatsoever teasing you about it. Mercilessly. It was a Saturday too, so I couldn’t escape him by going to school. Darnit. The only way to avoid the teasing was to lock myself away from everyone. I grabbed Trowa, enough food and sodas to where we didn’t have to raid the kitchen then locked us both up in my room. He was quite amiable about the whole thing. Actually he was grinning lecherously when I dragged him up the stairs. Much, much later that evening we were actually taking a brief respite, just to get up the necessary energy to shag each other senseless (again) when there was a knock on the door. I could tell from the emotional signature it was Duo. And if there were any doubts, my packmaster called through the wood in amusement, “If I could interrupt you two for a minute, I need to talk to you.” Hm. Well, it sounded somewhat important. I grabbed a pair of jeans and shrugged into them, tossing Trowa his pants. He gave them an elaborate look before transferring it to me. His expression said, ‘I don’t care if I’m naked.’ Mine said: ‘Put those on or you ain’t gettin’ any.’ He expects me to be able to concentrate when he’s lounging around in the all together? Smirking, my lover shrugged them on but left them unbuttoned. Brat. I’ll pay him back for teasing me. Growling at him, I opened the door. “What is it?” Duo gave me an exaggerated head to toe scrutiny, from my mussed blond hair to my bare toes. “Having fun?” “Is grass green?” I shot back in deceptively mild tones. “What do you want, Duo? Because if you’re here to tease me I’m going to smack you, packmaster or no packmaster.” “Techy,” Duo noted with a grin. “No, that’s not why I’m here.” His amusement faded, and if I didn’t know better I’d say he was concerned. “I just got word from the Council. One of them is coming here, and should arrive Monday afternoon or so.” Considering all that had happened—my claiming the pack, Zechs kidnapping and biting me, Wufei having to bite me again to make me a Shifter—I wasn’t surprised by this. I felt Trowa come to stand at my back, one hand lingering on my side as I asked, “Do you know who they’re sending?” “Yes. Treize Kushrenada.” Duo rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s hard to peg how Treize is going to react. He and Zechs were…close, at one point. I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about me killing him. Granted, it was completely justified, but he might not be very impartial about this.” “Hm,” was my only comment. “Okay. I appreciate the warning.” “Well, that being said, I’ll let you guys go back to screwing each other.” Duo dodged the swipe Trowa aimed at his head, the kick I was trying to give his shins, and bounced down the hallway laughing. Brat. My packmaster is an absolute brat. I didn’t have a chance to dwell on that, because Trowa started nibbling along my bare shoulder, which neatly sidetracked any thoughts of revenge. Oh well, I’ll pay him back later. + Monday morning dawned and we went back to school. This was almost a good thing. Trowa and I had not been able to keep our hands off each other the entire weekend, and I was feeling a little tender and sore. Granted, my body was much more resilient and healed faster now that I was a Shifter, but it also requires time to heal which it hadn’t been granted. Eight hours of sitting in a classroom should be sufficient to get me back up to spec. And I wanted to be in top form when Treize Kushrenada arrived this afternoon. I was so focused on what would happen later, that I completely missed Hilde’s intense study of me when I sat down in class first period. That is, I missed it until she yanked me sideways by the arm and grabbed my head with both hands. There was a smirk on her face that kind of worried me, but it was too late to run now. She’d caught me. “You,” she whispered in low excitement, “had sex.” I choked and went bright red. How does she know?! “You did!” She actually bounced on her toes in a semi-victory dance. “Is it that tall hunk that’s been following you around? It’s Trowa, isn’t it? I knew it!” I hadn’t confirmed any of that, but apparently she didn’t need confirmation. She was right, anyway, no matter how she reached those conclusions. “Um…” “So? Is he any good?” “Hilde, I’m not telling you details about my sex life!” I snapped back with a nervous glance at the teacher. Fortunately, he wasn’t paying any attention to us. “I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me something! Who made the first move?” Okay, that I felt somewhat comfortable in answering. Besides, I just wanted her to leave me alone so I could get my blush to go away. “He did.” “Really? Did he wine and dine you first?” No, he chased me around an empty field and wrestled with me. Then I woke up with him in my birthday suit. “Kinda…I mean, he’s made dinner for me a few times.” That was the honest truth, too. “That is so sweet!” “Miss Schiebaker,” Mr. White drawled from the front of the class, “will you please pay attention?” Hilde gave me a look that promised she was going to drag more details from me later and dutifully turned her eyes toward the board. Me? I made plans to ditch her as quickly as possible once class let out and hide from her the rest of the day. At least until I could figure out a way to answer all the questions she was bound to have without giving away certain facts. + Lunch came around and I had no time to dodge Hilde. She ambushed me right after the lunch bell rang, and dragged me toward the usual meeting spot. Resigned, I just let myself be hauled like a disobedient puppy. Trowa found us halfway there, gave the situation an amused glance, and followed along without a word. Once Hilde had me seated on the grass and blocked in on all sides (building at my back, Hilde on one side and Sally on the other) she grinned and arranged herself comfortably. “Okay, Quatre, start at the beginning.” “The beginning of what?” Sally inquired archly. She had been watching all of this in growing confusion and curiosity. “What’s he done—oh wow, when did that happen?” ‘That’ was being illustrated quite well by my lover who was going with the blatant approach at staking out his territory. Once I had propped myself up with my backpack (no way was I leaning against just a brick wall, that would hurt) he had apparently decided that I would be perfect to snuggle against. Head on shoulder, arm across chest, body seated comfortably in between my legs—he was the picture of contentment. I wrapped an arm around his waist in return, kissed the top of his head, and resigned myself to answering a lot of questions. “Quatre,” Sally purred in subtle demand, “when did you hook up with Long Legs?” “Saturday morning,” I answered calmly. “And before you ask, he made the move not me.” “Morning?” Hilde repeated. Her eyes slowly went wide. “And what was he doing at your house on a Saturday morning?” “Who said he was at my house?” I let my smirk be tacit permission for them to jump to several assumptions. “You were at his?!” Hilde’s eyes were literally bugging out of her head. “Oh wow. I want a sleep over like that one…hey, Trowa, do you have a brother?” “Sister,” Trowa denied while snuggling in more. “Rats.” Sally cleared her throat. “If we can get back to the inquisition? Since you two are trying to physically join at the hip, I take it that you’re officially boyfriends?” Mate, a voice corrected in my mind. I subdued the impulse to say it aloud. That wasn’t a word they would really understand, and it would sound weird to them besides. “Yup,” I answered cheerfully. “Can I eat lunch now?” “Not until I hear why you were smiling like a dork this morning.” Hilde crossed her arms over her chest, giving me a mulish look. “Keep dreaming,” I shot back. “Just answer one question and I’ll shut up.” “No.” I know Hilde, and there is no way she’ll be able to restrain herself to one question. Besides, her first question is bound to be embarrassing. “Come on, Quatre, just one!” “No.” “Please?” “No.” “With sugar and sprinkles and a cherry on top?” “No.” Trowa made a noise of discontent and lifted his head to frown at her. “Ask me the question, and you only get one.” Uh-oh. Trowa has absolutely no bashfulness in his body; he’s liable to really answer the question bluntly. I didn’t have time to deter this, as Hilde pounced on the opportunity. “Which one of you bottomed?” I went bright red and started sputtering incoherently. Trowa just arched an eyebrow at her. “Both.” Her jaw dropped. “You both bottomed?” “And before you ask…” my brat of a lover lifted up enough to nuzzle against my jaw. “He’s just as good on top as on bottom.” Sally was nearly beside herself with laughing (apparently my beet red face and horribly embarrassed expression was amusing) and Hilde was beside herself with evil glee on this information. With friends like this, who needs enemies? + After lunch I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head that something was wrong. Couldn’t pinpoint what it was, though, and that was really driving me crazy. It wasn’t until we were on the way home that I realized the source of it was Trowa. Um? Maybe he was worrying about Kushrenada? But why worry about that now and not before? I gave Heero a pointed glance, asking him silently to give me a little space with Trowa. He gave us both a quick look before nodding and saying softly, “I’m running up ahead. See you at home.” “Thanks, Heero,” I whispered back. He really is a good friend. Trowa frowned at Heero’s back as the werewolf suddenly took off in a run then turned that frown onto me. “What?” “There’s something bothering you,” I explained with a slight shrug. “Will you tell me what it is?” He was silent for a long moment, chewing over the words. With a low breath he finally said, “Do you really think of us like that? As boyfriends?” I blinked. Where the hell was this coming from? “Actually, no. I usually think of us as lovers…Trowa, why is this bothering you?” There were lots of times that Trowa didn’t make any sense to me, and this was definitely one of those times. He stopped, still staring straight ahead. There was this conflict in his eyes, as if he weren’t sure of what to say, and how to say it. I stopped with him and stayed silent, giving him the time that he needed to work it free. “Did you know that werewolves mate for life?” Blink. Blinkblink. “Uh…no. Although that does make sense, most species of wolves mate for life…” The full question and its implications hit home and I grabbed him by both arms, turning him to face me. “Trowa. Saturday morning, what you were really asking was if I would be your mate, wasn’t it?” He nodded once, almost curtly. There was a storm of uncertainty on his face. “I didn’t realize until today that it wasn’t clear what I was asking then. Sometimes I don’t realize that I need to clarify things.” Oh hell, I hate it when I miscommunicate because it’s inevitably on something important…like this. Tangling my fingers around the base of his neck I pulled his head down until our foreheads were touching, looking straight into beautiful emerald eyes. “When Sally said ‘boyfriends’ earlier, I almost automatically corrected her. You are my mate, Trowa. And yeah, I’m not used to thinking in those lines yet, but that doesn’t alter the fact that I’m very much in love with you, and won’t ever want anyone else.” All uncertainty and hesitancy evaporated instantly and he smiled, truly smiled back at me. That was answer enough. ~*~*~*~
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