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"Here There Be Dragons"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing (and its bishounen),
polka dots have pin stripe suits, and mermaids live in Arizona. Rating: R. Pairing: 3x4, existing 1x2 Spoilers: Nada. Warnings: AU, yaoi, lemon, romance, some angst,
sap, dragons, clairvoyants, and cats with attitudes. Author’s Insane Ramblings on Who Knows What: DEATH! DEATH I SAY! Off with all plot bunnies
heads! I’ll slaughter them all! Shigeki: Just ignore her. She’s always like
this. "Here There Be Dragons " Chapter Seven: Permanent There is always some madness in love. But there is
also always some reason in madness.
Trowa followed me in but didn’t join me on the bed (as I half-expected) and instead went to the desk. He was very business-like when he pulled out quill and ink and paper. What on earth is he up to? “Trowa? What are you doing?” He didn’t answer me for a minute, just wrote in quick movements. “Princess Amaya, Princess Janelle and Prince Rahjee,” he read aloud before demanding cryptically, “Who else?” Uh? “What do you mean who else?” “Who else has sought to hurt you in the past?” Color me paranoid, but there was only one reason that I could think of for him writing down those names. “Trowa, don’t tell me that you’re writing a hit list!” His mouth set in mutinous lines. “I’m not going to have you in danger. They’ve proven to have no regard for the law in trying to harm you, and I’m not going to just sit by and let them plot against you. Now who else?” As clear as day I could hear Sandrock’s voice saying that dragons were fanatically possessive and stubborn. I’m beginning to fully grasp what she meant. If I didn’t find a way of diverting Trowa, and quickly, he really would start assassinating people. Moving fast, I crossed the room so that I could straddle his lap. It diverted him from his train of thought, and I could see a now familiar light spark in his eyes. Sliding both hands up his chest to frame his face I leaned in close murmuring, “Let’s talk about that later.” He tried to talk—probably to argue the point—but I ambushed the words before they could be articulated with soft kisses. All logical thought vaporized as he yanked me closer, mouth demanding and hungry against mine. I could feel fire sizzling along my nerves, spreading delicious heat into my skin. This time, it didn’t alarm me—I wanted it, craved it. Kissing him back just as ferociously I opened my mind to his power and let it consume me. There was the distant sound of fabric being ripped—it barely penetrated the haze of pleasure I was in. I forgot completely that I had only instigated this to distract him, forgot any purpose or plan. Logic had flown out the window leaving raw emotion in its wake. I had fallen into a world of touch and heat and taste—a world that I had no desire to leave. Trowa’s lips were against my throat, moving down my chest. My bare chest. Ah, it must have been my shirt that was ripped. Trowa abruptly stopped, body almost shaking at the restraint. “Quatre,” he rasped brokenly. I blinked to clear the lust out of my brain. Why had he stopped?! “What?” “Please tell me that I can have you.” Oh yeah…we are supposed to wait another week and a half aren’t we? “I don’t want to wait,” I whispered against his cheek fiercely. “Take me, mark me as yours.” The flame that I had always felt when I touched Trowa was insignificant to what flared now. Before I could blink my back was on the bed and I had a very amorous dragon on top of me. It felt very nice, actually. I could get used to this. His mouth was hot and aggressive on my skin, dragon fire scorching hot enough to melt bones. A rough tongue swept over one aching nipple followed by the gentle sting of his teeth as he tugged on tender flesh. I arched under him as that soft tug set certain nerves ablaze. Something hot and primal was twisting low in my groin, turning me mindless and desperate. The sensation was too strong, too much to silently endure. I nearly growled in protest when his body was lifted away from mine. Trowa rapidly tore off any remaining clothing. I silently applauded this effort by lifting up enough to do a little nibbling on a tempting collarbone. Trowa shuddered, groaning low in the base of his throat. Hm. He liked that. Well, that pert nipple looks tempting too—without compunction I lowered my head a little and sucked it into my mouth, repeating what he had done to me. There was a surprised hiss out of his mouth, and his hands clenched and kneaded my back. Oh good, he liked that too. All of this marvelous touching was making me extremely horny. My cock was starting to throb painfully in a desperate need for release. I’m not sure if I moved, or if Trowa did, but somehow I was pressed up against his thigh, trying to ease my condition. Trowa’s right hand left my back to wrap around my erection, stroking and teasing me into a frenzy. Black spots started to dot my vision, and that coil of wrenching hotness was building to the point of explosion— Why am I face down on the bed? I blinked at the sudden position reversal and twisted to see behind me. Trowa’s eyes were narrowed, body slick with sweat and there was this shimmer of heat rising off of him in an almost visible wave. He was staring down at me as though I were some unending banquet. It was a little flattering and unnerving, and at that moment I couldn’t begin to divine his intentions. “Trowa?” He didn’t answer. His hands fell to my knees, pushing them apart. A hot blush rose to my cheeks as he bared me to his sight. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before, and being spread and naked like this was a little…unnerving. There was a part of me that wanted to protest, but that was ridiculous. Trowa is my husband (practically) at this point, he’s going to see me naked from now on. Besides, I want to look at him so it’s only fair that he gets to look at me, right? All that said, I still froze up a little when he lowered his head. I’d heard about this…about sticking your tongue into…surely he wasn’t going to do that…after all, it sounds really strange and not very pleasurable. I opened my mouth to protest—and his tongue lightly touched me, right there. All the air in my lungs left in a rush. Feeling dragon fire while kissing was very pleasant—feeling that same fire in such an intimate place was mind shattering. The heat that roared to life from this most intimate kiss had me literally screaming with pleasure. Flames licked my most sensitive flesh as his tongue probed, swirled, ad sucked, leaving me breathless and writhing his grip. My hands fisted in the covers, flexing in time with a tongue that stabbed and stroked and soothed. Great gods, it was more than I could have imagined, more than I could bear. A finger entered urgently, then another, stretching and prodding at something that made everything so much better and worse. Tears were standing in my eyes as my nerves were overloaded by pure sensation. Before I could catch my breath the fingers were removed, and something much larger settled at my entrance. Trowa’s long hard body covered me completely like a living blanket as he pushed inexorably into me. Distant twinges of discomfort clamored for notice, but I gave it no heed. This was what I wanted—this joining would give me the completion I craved. I pushed back against him, impaling myself as much as I could against the hold he had on my hips. There were words in my ear, broken by harsh panting. Something about going slow at first, not hurting. I paid it no mind as I fought against the hold in order to have all of him in me now. Trowa’s mouth fastened on the side of my neck, teeth settling in none-too-gently and the fire that had been dancing around in my system suddenly went haywire. All of it screamed and whirled in a chaotic whirlwind, each tendril touching that one part in my neck for a brief and intense moment before speeding on. I was pinned, helpless and unable to move as Trowa’s heavy body moved within me, long deep strokes that seemed to touch every part of me. The tension that had started to build with his first touch wound tighter and tighter as my erection was rubbed against the bed with every movement. I couldn’t lay submissive under him and shifted a bit to get my knees up under me. It changed the angle of his penetration and everything suddenly became a whole lot better. Trowa was directly pounding against something that made my world burst into white ecstasy with every thrust. My body exploded into a conflagration of heat and rapture, mindless of the burning flame that seared my flesh under Trowa’s mouth. A deep roar of conquest, pleasure, and…relief filled the air right above my head. Pulsating wet heat filled me where we were joined, then Trowa slumped against me, crushing me into the bed. I didn’t mind in the slightest. We might have drifted a while, blissed out on endorphins. I was too happy and sated to really be concerned with the real world. Fortunately, Trowa was more alert than I was at that moment. “SHIT!” Before I could really register what the problem was, Trowa yanked me up in his arms and rolled quickly off the bed. Even as he pulled me up, I was having trouble focusing. “What? What’s the problem—uh oh.” All that fire that I had felt while Trowa was making love to me…er, well, it wasn’t just metaphysical. I reached out mentally and hastily snuffed the flames licking at the bed. We had literally scorched the bedcovers, the canopy over it, and most of the wood. I tilted to look up at my husband, torn between chagrin and amusement. “Whoops.” He grinned back, a mite sheepishly. “Apparently there are side-effects to mating with a clairvoyant.” “Apparently so.” I eyed the bed, trying to
think of a plausible lie to feed to Iria to explain the mess. “Ah,
is this going to be a continuous thing?” Because if it was, we
were going to either beggar ourselves buying bed linens or have to
restrict our lovemaking to non-flammable surfaces. “It’s that word ‘usually’ that has me worried, Trowa.” His eyes were sparkling outrageously as he leered down at me. Until that moment, I had rather forgotten that I was naked. “There’s only one way to find out.” I flushed under his appreciative stare, and my groin twitched. You’d think, after making passionate love, my hormones would settle down some. Apparently not. “Not that I’m arguing against it, but where?” We were surrounded by things that could easily catch fire. Trowa was a step ahead of me, and his eyes were fastened thoughtfully onto the bathroom door. “Why don’t we take a bath?” Water + dragon fire = safe nookie. I grinned as a course of pure lust tingled in the base of my spine. “Well, we do need to take a bath,” I pointed out virtuously. “Yes, love, we do. A nice long soak.” As he carried me to the bathroom, I knew quite well that ‘soaking’ wasn’t going to enter the picture. You’ll note that I didn’t offer one word to contradict him, however. + There’s three side effects to being mated to a dragon. I discovered this the next morning, after a very vigorous wedding night. One, I was so sore it was hard to move, and the muscles that were protesting were muscles I didn’t think I had. Trowa was still heavily asleep when I woke up, and I gingerly eased out of the bed and hobbled to the bathroom where I hunted up some cream meant to relax and soothe soreness. Apparently making love with my husband was going to take some getting used to. While I was applying the cream to certain protesting areas, I happened to glance into the mirror. This was when I noticed the other two side effects. One of them was the neat infinity mark on the right side of my neck. It was in dark emerald green, rimmed in gold, and about the size of the pad of my thumb. Int~eres~ting. So all that fire during our first mating had been for a purpose, eh? I twisted my head this way and that, noticing that it shimmered in the light. It was kind of neat, actually. I liked it. The third side effect was one that I really wasn’t prepared for. Have you ever had the feeling that you’ve overlooked something, even though it’s staring at you right in the face? While I was studying my new mark, I had this very insistent feeling that I was missing something obvious. I carefully scanned the rest of my body, but didn’t see anything different. (Well, besides a few hickies, but those don’t really count.) As I twisted around, however, I caught sight of my face…ooookay. Uh…that’s…different. My eyes were no longer normal. The pupil was dark and slitted like a cat’s and there was a ring of dark green around the blue iris. They looked like Trowa’s eyes, only a different color. I stared at them, feeling very unbalanced. According to what Trowa told me, our bonding should have made him more human, not vice versa. What if Trowa had been wrong? What if his life wasn’t shortened to match mine…what if my life was extended to match his? What if I were altered to be more like a dragon? As quickly as my protesting muscles would allow I hobbled back into the bedroom. “Trowa!” He started awake, twisting about until he spotted me. “What? What is it? Are—” his mouth soundlessly dropped as his eyes latched onto mine. “Quatre…your eyes…” “They’re a dragon’s eyes,” I confirmed softly. “Trowa, you didn’t expect this?” “No.” He slowly shook his head back and forth, a little dazed. “Nothing like this. My mark, yes I expected that, but…” Abruptly he threw the covers off, shrugging into a nearby robe. “We need to talk to Wufei. If anybody would know the answer to this, it’ll be him.” Because red dragons were the acknowledged scholars and keepers of all history as far as dragons were concerned. I nodded in agreement and yanked on my robe. I barely had it belted when Trowa threw open the door and hollered down the hallway “WUFEI!” There was this pregnant pause, then another door further down the hall banged open, revealing a mussed and irritated red dragon. “Trowa, what the hell are you yelling about so early in the morning?” Trowa caught my hand and towed me quickly toward Wufei, who was trying to stifle a yawn. Once we were within normal speaking distance an outpouring of words nearly tripped out of my husband’s mouth. “When a dragon mates a human, is the dragon’s life shortened to match his mate’s?” Wufei blinked, the vestiges of sleep vaporizing. “Hell no. The mate’s body is altered to match the dragon’s. Who told you that?” Trowa slowed, gaze turning inward. “You know…I’m not sure. I’ve just thought that way so long, I can’t even remember why.” Wufei was more alert than I would have been in his position. He took note of our appearance (especially my eyes and the mark on my neck) and jumped to several obvious conclusions. “Do you mean to tell me that you mated with Quatre thinking that you would only live out his normal lifespan?” he demanded incredulously. “Trowa, are you out of your mind?!” Trowa came back to the here and now and smiled gently down at me. “I love him,” he answered simply. I stared back at him, a growing smile taking over my face. It was the first time that he had admitted it out loud. I knew he did love me—but it was still very nice to hear. “…whoever came up with the phrase ‘crazy in love’ spoke absolute truth.” Wufei rubbed at his temples, looking perplexed and obviously wishing he were back in bed. “No, Trowa, he will live as long as you. Which won’t be much longer if you can’t constrain these burning questions of yours until I’m properly awake. Now, go back to your bedroom and entertain each other, alright? I’m going back to bed.” That sounded like the right idea to me, so I grabbed Trowa by the wrist and towed him back to our bedroom. “Oh, and Quatre?” Wufei called. I stopped and turned to look at him. “Congratulations, and welcome.” I winked at him. “Thank you.” ~*~*~*~
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