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"Do You Dream of Me?"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: If I owned Gundam Wing, do you honestly think I would be writing non-profit fanfiction? Rating: NC-17 Pairings: 3x4, past 1+4 Warnings: TWT, romance, slice o’ angst, lime, some language Spoilers: nada Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Beta: Velvet (kudos and pocky for her, since she did it within two hours) Author’s notes: Warning! This is another idea that hit me on that road trip to Utah. I swear driving for twelve hours in a row is dangerous. Don’t do it unless you’re desperate. And if it is necessary, lock your muse in one room and Quatre in another. Padlock the doors. /thought/ *emphasized* //vidphone or com//
"Do You Dream of Me?"
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite
their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath. The next time that Quatre woke, it was with predawn light filtering through the curtains. There was a solid warmth at his back, and an arm carefully wrapped around his waist that curled up to rest on his shoulder. Trowa’s clean masculine scent, pleasantly tart on his tongue, drifted around him. Quatre unconsciously breathed in a lungful. Wow. Maybe pheromones really did exist like they did in Superman comic books. It was certainly having an interesting effect on Quatre’s morning erection. Slowly, in an effort not to wake his bedmate up, he shifted his head to see Trowa’s face. /Even in sleep, you touch me so gently./ For some reason it made his heart clench a little. What would it be like, to be with someone that touched him like this all the time? Trowa’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled sleepily in greeting. “Morning.” /Don’t look at me like that, Trowa. Don’t look at me like the sun rises and sets just for me. It makes me feel like an absolute bastard for not loving you back./ “Good morning. Thanks for being my personal heater last night.” “Not a problem.” Trowa shifted—a little reluctantly—away from him and got out of bed. “What do you want this morning?” A wall that he could beat his head against would be nice. “Something I can eat one-handed.” Trowa considered the request for a moment. “Scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns?” “Sounds good.” “And after that, perhaps a shower?” Quatre almost immediately agreed—a hot shower sounded marvelous to his itching scalp—then considered it a bit more carefully. Caste on leg, caste on wrist…now this would be fun. “With help?” Trowa grinned wryly. “I’ll hunt up the towels and soap.” + To Quatre’s absolute relief, Trowa kept both of them in boxers as they climbed into the shower. The blond was having a hard enough time with just being so close to Trowa bare-chested—he wouldn’t have been able to handle it if they had been nude. They wrapped plastic around both castes before Quatre climbed into the ancient tub. He turned into the hot spray with closed eyes, grinning. “Feel good?” Quatre’s quick glance over his shoulder at Trowa was impish. “Very.” He turned back quickly before he could start ogling. Dammit, why couldn’t Trowa be pot-bellied with terrible acne and a brutish face? It would help settle Quatre’s raging fight with his hormones tremendously. Trowa set to soaping up the back in front of him. And he didn’t enjoy the experience at all. Uh-uh. Nope. Not one bit. And pigs were born with wings and gamblers gave to charities on regular occasions. Grimly he told his libido to go to hell and started in on Quatre’s hair. If anyone had told Quatre a few days before that someone washing your hair was erotic, he would have looked at them cross-eyed. Now he was swearing steadily at himself in three languages. He gritted his teeth as Trowa’s hands tilted him this way and that, helping him to wash his body. Finally there was only one place left to wash. “I’ll…ah, leave that to you. Be back in a minute.” “Okay.” Quatre was blushing painfully, grateful that Trowa hadn’t insisted on helping him wash *there* too. As soon as the door was closed he wrenched the hot water off completely and washed himself quickly. He nearly broke his other leg getting out of the tub, but he managed to do it without putting any weight on either his bad arm or leg. *knock* “Quatre?” Quatre took in a deep breath. “Come in.” Trowa stepped back inside, in dry clothes this time. With tender efficiency he dried Quatre off and helped him back into dry clothes. The blond was never more grateful for sweatpants and a sweatshirt in his life. Finished, Trowa hefted his patient into his arms and carried him into the living room, careful not to hit any of the corners or narrow door jambs on the way. He settled him on the couch with a blanket tucked in around him. “I need to get some more firewood.” Quatre waved him off. “I’m fine. In fact, I think I’m going to take a nap. That shower exhausted me.” Trowa nodded, squashed the impulse to press a kiss on Quatre’s forehead, and went out the main door to the woodpile outside. As soon as he was out of earshot he growled at himself. “Idiot. He’s let you come close out of necessity, not because he wants it. Stop getting ideas.” Back in the cabin Quatre let his eyes drift shut, ready and willing to be tapped by the Sandman. On the floor next to him the laptop beeped. Quatre groaned. “What now?” He wrestled an arm free and tilted enough to where he could catch the laptop in one hand and lift it onto his lap. *beep* “Patience, you stupid computer. I can’t do anything fast one-handed.” Finally he had it settled semi-straight on his lap and flipped the monitor up, hitting the accept command. Wufei’s face flickered into view. //Quatre.// “Hi Wufei. How are you?” //Fine. Why aren’t you resting?// Quatre rolled his eyes. And they called *him* the mother hen. “I am resting. Trowa’s outside if you need him.” //No, I called to check up on you. I just got an email from Duo. He’s finished earlier than planned, and should be back in the next couple of days. How are…things?// A slow smile took over Quatre’s face. “Honestly, I thought things would be awkward all considered but…it isn’t. Trowa is good company.” Wufei blinked, and a satisfied look came over his face. “What?” //You’re smiling.// Quatre was forced to consider that perhaps his brain wasn’t completely functioning correctly. That simple statement did not make an ounce of sense. “I actually smile quite often, you know.” //No, you don’t. Those were facial twitches. *That* was a smile.// Quatre’s mouth opened and closed, somewhat like a landed fish. He certainly felt like he was out of his depth. What exactly was that supposed to mean? Wufei shook his head wryly. //I can’t talk long. Duo asked if I would pass on a message for him. He said he might be up in a week or so to visit with you. I’d say more than a week, considering where he is. Do you need anything?// /Answers!/ “No, I’m fine.” //Chang, out.// On auto pilot Quatre set the laptop back down on the floor, mind racing. Had he really been unhappy the past few months? No, that wasn’t right. He hadn’t been unhappy…but he hadn’t been exactly happy either. Content, certainly. And frustrated, and worried, and exhausted…but not happy. Maybe it was the chance to rest up here while he healed, being removed from any immediate worries that had let him relax a bit. Even as he thought it, Quatre rejected the idea outright. It sounded lame even in his head. But the only thing different now from the past few months was— The door opened, Trowa coming through with an armful of chopped wood. He shut it with his foot behind him, crossing over to the fireplace to dump it there for easy access. As he stood back up he caught Quatre’s unwavering regard. “What is it?” /You. You’re the only thing it could be./ “Wufei just called. He said that Duo was done early, and might be up here about a week from now to see how I’m doing.” “Hn.” That didn’t explain why Quatre was looking at him so seriously. Canting his head a little he prompted, “And what else did he say?” It didn’t take an empath or a psychologist to figure it out. Quatre had been yearning to fall in love, to be loved by someone. It had been part of the reason why he had approached Heero. Right now there was someone nearby who did love him, and Quatre felt like the craving of his heart had been satisfied. He was loved, and wanted…and he felt nothing but peace and joy because of it. / I need to think about this./ “Not much. He was just checking up on me.” “Hn.” Trowa didn’t buy that for a second, but it was obvious to him that Quatre needed to think about…whatever he was thinking about. So he left him to it. “I think I’ll run into town for a few supplies.” “Alright.” Quatre snuggled back down on the couch, closing his eyes as if he were continuing his interrupted nap. As soon as Trowa shut the door behind him, his eyes sprang open again to stare at blank ceiling. Was that all there was to it? He was just happy that someone loved him? Well, that and overwhelming lust. But anyone who didn’t lust after Trowa’s body—especially half naked and wet—should be nominated for sainthood. The questions ran in circles around in his mind for the rest of the night. He was almost grateful that Trowa didn’t join him in bed, because he would have immediately sensed that something was up. In the predawn light, a bit of an epiphany struck. Quatre was laying in a fitful doze, wondering what on earth to do about how Trowa felt for him. He wanted the other one happy, far more than he was concerned for his own happiness. /Should I try to play matchmaker for him? Not with Duo or Wufei…I think something might be going on there. And not Heero, since it appears he doesn’t want a relationship any deeper than ‘fellow soldier’. Who else…/ He rubbed at a sharp pain in his chest almost absently…and caught himself as he realized what that pain was. /I’m…jealous?/ Deliberately he pictured Trowa with some faceless girl…and frowned darkly. He didn’t want Trowa to love anyone else. He wanted Trowa to love *him*. /Am I falling in love with him?/ With trepidation he peeked at his heart…and came up with an immediate answer. /Yes./ And why not? Trowa was fun to be around, once he was in a situation he was comfortable with. And he talked a great deal, once you got him started. He was gorgeous—Quatre paused in his thoughts long enough to wipe at the drool gathering on his face—incredibly intelligent, considerate, and sensitive enough to be romantic at times. /I’d better stop before I sound like a dime-store romance novel./ Rolling onto his back he sighed. This felt so incredibly different than when he had pursued Heero, it was no wonder that it took him a while to recognize it. Right now he felt light-hearted (the word giddy came to mind, but he refused to even think in that kind of context), relaxed, and excited about whatever future tomorrows he could share with Trowa. That had never been the case with anyone else… /So this is what they mean by ‘walking on air’. A surprisingly accurate description, actually./ He felt better, knowing now that he could give both Trowa and himself what they wanted—each other. Of course, he’d have to come up with a way to tell Trowa that. And convince him that he was way past Heero, and ready to move on. Hopefully, to move on to something much better. But how to do it… + After breakfast Trowa once again carried Quatre to the couch, propping his foot up on several pillows. He almost drew back when his patient caught his arm, holding him in place. Quatre was playing this completely by ear, but he felt like he had a fairly good way of diving into this. “Wufei said something to me yesterday that made me think a bit.” Trowa cocked his head. He had been patiently waiting for Quatre to figure it out (whatever it was), but he hadn’t thought he would hear the conclusions. “And?” “He said that I was finally smiling.” Trowa’s eyes held his. “You have been.” “And we both know why,” Quatre whispered. “I’m happy because you love me.” Trowa started for him, and violently reigned in the motion. That hadn’t been an offer for more. Quatre held out both hands, silently asking to be held. “Trowa.” He wasn’t able to withstand that plea. Sinking down on the edge of the couch, he took Quatre into his arms and cradled him gently. His eyes slid shut in the sweetness of the moment. This was what he had been fighting against doing for three days. Quatre felt his heart give a little as soon as Trowa touched him. This was right. If he had possessed any doubts before this moment, then they would have been swept away by the warm comfort that Trowa gave him. Quatre nuzzled Trowa’s cheek as he leaned back. “May I kiss you?” Trowa froze. Surely he wasn’t intimating that— “Trowa.” Quatre waited until dark green eyes met his, stroking the back of his fingers against tanned skin. “I’m falling in love with you.” This wasn’t possible. It simply wasn’t possible. “Quatre—” “I know my heart.” He soothed Trowa’s agitation and disbelief with gentle strokes against his jaw, neck and shoulders. “And it doesn’t want anything but you.” There was a part of Trowa that simply wasn’t able to fully believe him. It had denied the possibility of this for so long it just couldn’t accept it. He hesitated, torn between giving into the invitation that was written plainly in Quatre’s eyes and holding back from the pain that was sure to follow if this turned out to be a mistake. Quatre leaned up, whispering a kiss against his mouth. “I’ll make you believe me.” Trowa’s doubts didn’t stand a chance against one stubborn blond. He melted into Quatre’s embrace, mouth returning the hungry kisses. His fingers tangled into fine pale hair, head slanting to get a deeper angle. Quatre tangled his tongue with Trowa’s, purring in delight as the sweet flavor of male and Trowa blended on his tongue. *beep* They broke apart, simultaneously glaring at the laptop. “I’ll only let you answer that,” Quatre told Trowa flatly “if you swear that I’ve gotten my point across.” Trowa grinned in spite of himself and kissed him again softly. “You have.” It took a second for Quatre to remember his original point. “Good. NOW you can answer it.” Duo’s face popped onto the screen as soon as Trowa hit the accept command. //Whoa. You look a little pissed, Tro. What’s up?// Quatre tugged the laptop so that Duo could see him. “You interrupted something, that’s what.” Duo’s brows rose into his hairline as he saw Trowa slide an arm around Quatre’s waist to help support him. //Ohhhh. I *see*.// Trowa gave him a glare. “The point, Duo.” //Right. I was thinking about going up there to visit you guys in a bit, but I guess I better change plans, huh?// He didn’t need a verbal confirmation to that and shrugged good-naturedly. //Well, in that case wish me luck.// “I thought your mission was finished.” Quatre frowned at him. //Yeah, but my personal one ain’t.// Quatre’s mouth fell open. “YOU WERE SERIOUS?!” //I don’t lie, remember?// “Yeah, but you were drunk! I thought you were kidding!” //Nope.// Trowa cleared his throat. “I’m missing something.” “Duo plans to ah…” For the life of him Quatre couldn’t think of a way to end that sentence delicately. // ‘Hump Fei’s bones’ is the term you’re lookin for Q-ball.// Quatre sighed. “Well, that’s one way of putting it.” Trowa caught the worry in Duo’s _expression as he talked, despite the cheerful tone. “You’ll succeed.” Duo’s head snapped up, eyes wide. //What?// “I’ve seen you look at him. He looks back.” A grin broke over the American’s face. //Glad to hear it. Welp, be seein ya! Don’t wear him out too much, Q.// The screen went blank a moment before going back to the regular desktop. Without missing a beat Quatre reached over and shut the laptop down. “You do realize of course that no one can contact us if you do that.” Quatre grinned at him. Actually, ‘leered’ would be a better way of putting it. “…good idea.” + Quatre moaned in the back of his throat, arching his back to rub against Trowa’s bare erection. The brunette gasped against his lover’s mouth, which was swallowed in a greedy kiss. Trowa broke away, panting harshly, attacking the side of the blond’s neck with desperate hunger. Quatre let his head fall to the side, giving Trowa access. His eyes slid shut in bliss as his skin was tormented with teeth and tongue, shamelessly rubbing his naked skin against Trowa’s. “Trowa…come…into me—hah!” Trowa reluctantly moved away from Quatre’s neck—he’d have to remember just how sensitive that area was—to rub his nose against the other’s. “We can’t. There isn’t a position possible that doesn’t put weight on either your wrist or your leg, if not both.” Quatre growled. “That’s not the right answer.” Trowa wasn’t all that happy about it either. Now that he finally had Quatre where he wanted him, he didn’t like the idea of stopping part way. Desperate circumstances calls for brilliant insights, and a light went on in the back of his head. Reaching down, he smoothed Quatre’s precum over his fingers then grasped both of their erections in one hand. Quatre twisted, eyes shooting wide as the first thrust sparked pleasure throughout his system. The friction from Trowa’s hard cock and hand felt delicious, drawing molten heat out of his abdomen to pool between his legs. He felt Trowa’s groan of pleasure against his cheek, and turned to kiss him again. They rocked together, Quatre’s hand falling to work in tandem with Trowa’s. With each thrust their need became more urgent, the taste and scent of sex more potent. Trowa shuddered hard as his climax ripped out of him, splashing against Quatre. The hot semen set off Quatre’s building climax and he soon followed, strangling on a scream of pleasure. Too exhausted to really care about cleaning themselves up, Trowa tilted so that he was cradled on Quatre’s chest, head tucked neatly under the blond’s chin. He barely caught Quatre’s “I love you” before blackness swallowed him whole. + Eyes from the doorway— Trowa snapped awake and twisted around, hand automatically going for the Colt .45 sitting on the nightstand next to the bed before he could register who it was. Even when he did realize it was Heero, he wasn’t sure if he should snatch up the weapon or not. Heero was staring at them from the doorway, face impassive, eyes… confused. “Barton.” Since it appeared that Heero wasn’t going to murder him, Trowa let his hand fall back to the mattress. “Yuy. Why are you here?” “A mission has come up that needs your expertise. I couldn’t reach you through the laptop.” Trowa shrugged, not explaining that this inability was because Quatre had turned it off. “I can’t.” “I came to replace you until the mission is over.” Trowa tensed, unhappy with the idea of Heero being his surrogate *anything* where Quatre was concerned. “I’m not—” Quatre, awakened by the conversation, shifted upwards to see what was going on. Trowa was blocking his view, so he wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep himself in an upright position, resting his head on the brunette’s shoulder. “What’s going…ah—” Quatre’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw who was standing in the bedroom doorway “—hi, Heero.” Heero’s eyes dropped away from them. “Get dressed. We’ll discuss this in the living room.” Quatre waited until Heero had shut the door behind him before allowing himself to panic and blush. “What is he doing here?!” “A mission came up that needs my skills,” Trowa answered bluntly, snatching up his jeans and wiggling into them. “He plans on staying with you while I’m gone.” “Ah.” Quatre wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that, but he could tell what Trowa thought of the idea. His Latin lover was Not Happy, and for once he wasn’t trying to hide how he felt. “You don’t like the idea, though.” Trowa hesitated, his shirt in his hands. It was only beginning to dawn on him how his reaction could be taken the wrong way. His unease with the situation could be interpreted as a lack of faith in his new lover, which wasn’t the case at all. Hesitantly he peeked at the rumpled blond on the bed. “…no.” Quatre shook his head, smiling softly. “I don’t either, really. I just fell in love with you. It’s only natural that I want to spend at least half the day and most of the night making love with you, and here you’re being called away.” The L3 pilot relaxed when Quatre put what he was feeling into words. “Exactly.” Quatre shrugged wryly. “Help me into some pants, then let’s see what Heero has planned.” + For an hour Trowa sat listening and reading the mission plan Heero had made. He twisted everything in a half dozen ways, argued, and studied some more…in the end, he didn’t have a choice. Heero was right. He was the only one of the five that could do it. Quatre’s face was just as grim. He looked to where Trowa was sitting, meeting his eyes. “You have to go.” Trowa let the base blueprints fall back onto the kitchen table before rubbing at his eyes. “I know. I shouldn’t be gone for more than two days. But…” Quatre sighed, standing up and maneuvering himself around the table until he could grab Trowa’s face with both hands, planting a firm kiss on his mouth. “Trowa, GO.” A little bit of the apprehension in those green eyes melted. “Alright.” He stood and retreated into the bedroom, catching up the dufflebag that he needed for missions. When he came back out, he gave Heero a pointed Look that said quite clearly ‘You WILL take care of him properly, or else I’ll gut you’, gave a last kiss to Quatre, then disappeared outside. Quatre almost seemed to deflate when he heard the Jeep speed off. He started to work his way carefully to the couch, only to be caught up in Heero’s arms before making it two steps. “Heero! What are you doing?” “Stop trying to walk,” Heero ordered him flatly. /Heero’s in a Bad Mood. Right. Must tread carefully./ “…okay,” Quatre agreed meekly. He stayed meek and quiet as he was placed on the couch, with pillows to prop up his bad leg. Heero didn’t turn away once he had Quatre settled. There was another purpose to his being here, something that been bothering him ever since Trowa had punched him. “Quatre.” “Yes?” The blond wasn’t at all sure that he knew Heero’s mood now. If he didn’t know better, he would say that pilot 01 was…hesitant? “Can we… I want things to be as they were before you…wanted to date me.” A landed fish had nothing on Quatre at that moment. For a few seconds, there was absolute silence. During that silence, Quatre found it necessary to restart his brain. “What?” “I—” Heero met his eyes uncertainly “—miss you. As a friend.” In slow increments a smile took over Quatre’s face. “I’ve missed you too.” He rose up and tugged Heero’s arm until he could hug the other boy. “Friends?” Heero relaxed and even smiled a little. “Friends.” Now that he was comfortable with Quatre again, he sat next to him on the couch. “I’m sorry for how I acted. I just…” “I think I understand.” Quatre’s smile was rueful. “You don’t really need to explain it. All’s forgiven, okay?” “Okay.” He glanced at the front door, eyes thoughtful. “It might have been for the best. He makes you happy. I couldn’t do that.” Quatre privately agreed with him, but it was kind of rude to say so out loud. “How about a game of chess?” Since Heero actually won part of the time when he played Quatre, he grinned tightly. “Hn. Where’s the board?” ~*~*~*~ Honor: HA! Two stories in two days! I so get points for this. Duo: You’d really get points if you finished Fire. Honor: You’re only saying that cause you want Wufei hot and naked. Duo: You betcha. Wufei: MAXWELLLLLLL!!!!! Duo: Eheheheh…er, hi, Fei. Whazup? ~ * ~
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