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"Magic, Mischief, and Miracles"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I've contracted some guy named Doctor
Draken to steal the boys. It's part of his mad scheme to take over
the world. Nifty, huh? Pairings: 3x4, 1x2 already established Warnings: AU, violence, language, supernaturalness,
LEMON, yaoi, etc. Spoilers: nada Author's Insane Ramblings: Okay, this is the result
of watching too much Inuyasha. I was sick, and to keep myself entertained,
I bounced back and forth between watching Inuyasha and writing GW
fanfiction. This...is the result.
" Magic, Mischief, and Miracles" Part 11 "No." Quatre sighed, a very put upon 'why me' sigh. "Trowa--" "No." "Haven't we already been through this once?" "And I was right." "That was then. This is now. Iria knows that she can't keep me, you don't have to worry on that score. And I have to replace all of the supplies I lost in the river." "It's still no." Wufei cleared his throat mildly. "Would someone mind explaining what this argument is about?" They had found a small abandoned temple just north of the mountain to settle in for the time being. Judging from the relatively dusty but intact condition of the single room, it had only been deserted recently. The only real problem was that of the door -- it was literally on its last hinges. Since Terandl still hadn't moved from wherever it was he was hiding, they had no choice but to wait until he appeared again. Quatre was once more faced with the opportunity to go back home, the need for supplies, and a stubborn Trowa who didn't want him out of his sight. With a sideways glare at Trowa (who glared right back) Quatre tried to explain succinctly. "I'm from another world. Duo kind of brought me here. Shortly before we met you, I had gone back to my world for a few hours to pick up supplies and things that I thought were necessary. I had to argue with Trowa to let me go, and once I was there -- well, my sister stumbled upon me and was refusing to let me come back. Trowa and she argued, but in the end she let me go. I don't understand why he's arguing about this all over again." Wufei looked a little pole-axed. "You're from another world?" He blinked several times processing this. "It would explain your odd clothing...and that 'first aid kit' thing." "The handy first aid kit thing," Quatre muttered with a pointed look at Trowa. "She's rethought her decision since then," Trowa pointed out. A flash of unease went through his eyes. "She won't let you come back a second time." Grabbing his cat demon by the elbow, Quatre pulled him to his feet and out the door to the miniscule front porch. When he was fairly sure the others would stay put and let them have some privacy he caught Trowa's face with both hands and looked at him sternly. "Do you believe me when I say that I love you?" Trowa let out a pent up breath. "Yes. I don't understand why, but...yes." "Then you must believe me, love, when I tell you that I will come back to you. Nothing can stop me from doing that." Trowa stared at him helplessly. "...that's not fair, Quatre." Quatre arched an eyebrow, a bit of evil in his smile, but he didn't retract his words. "...okay. Can --" he wet his mouth with a nervous flick of the tongue "-- can I come with you?" The blond translated this as 'I trust you, I just don't trust her'. Quatre tilted up to press a smiling kiss to his mouth. "Sure. Actually, why don't we just take everyone? You can truly relax on my world, there's nothing there that can harm you." Not like demons and oni and all-powerful magic weapons, at any rate. Trowa didn't care who they took as long as he could go with Quatre. "Fine." "Excellent." Towing his cat demon back inside, Quatre sang out cheerfully "Oh Duoooo~!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once again, they landed hard. Trowa went first, and managed to mostly catch Quatre as he shot out of the standing mirror. Then he quickly set the blond aside so he could catch whoever came next -- which turned out to be Wufei. Wufei landed in Trowa's arms with a thud. He looked a little discomfited but thankful. "Guardians! Is landing always like this?" "No," Quatre informed him dryly. "It's usually worse." Wufei considered this thoughtfully as Heero shot out and was caught by Trowa. "You are brave people to do this on a regular basis." Trowa grinned at him for the comment, letting Heero catch Duo as he shot through. Once they were all in place, Quatre rubbed his hands. "Now, I need to call Iria and warn her that we're here. I do not want her to freak a second time, and we'll need to replace the lost sleeping bags anyway." Blinking at the thought, he turned to Wufei thoughtfully. "You saw what they were like. Do you want one as well?" Wufei frowned slightly. "They did look useful -- hm. If it is no trouble, yes." "Okay, make that three sleeping bags. In the meantime, what do you guys want to do?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Duo laughed aloud as Jerry once again eluded Tom, zipping into his mouse hole. Tom, of course, didn't slow down and ran smack into it. By the time he pulled his nose free of the hole, it was misshapen. That only made Duo laugh harder, clutching his stomach with both hands and rolling helplessly on the floor. Wufei, despite himself, was finding amusement in it too. Leaning toward Trowa he muttered, "Why am I still watching this?" "I've been asking myself the same thing," Trowa muttered. Quatre wandered back into the living room, smiling in obvious amusement. Duo was glued to the television set, Heero seemed torn between watching his lover and watching the TV, Trowa and Wufei kept shifting like they were going to get up and do something else -- but they never quite made it, somehow. Considering his taste in entertainment, Quatre was very curious as to how Duo would respond to music. Iria had been shopping in the next town when he'd called her cell. She had been delighted to hear that he was back in this world, and promised to get everything he wanted if he swore to stay at least overnight. Seeing no problem with making such a promise -- that's what he planned on doing anyway, after all -- he'd solemnly sworn to stay put and hung up. There was one thing that he wanted, however, that was not on that list he'd given Iria. He would have been the first case of human combustion if he'd tried to request it. But he really wanted it, regardless. If he were going to be home, where there were separate beds and bedrooms -- with locks on certain bedroom doors -- then he was certainly going to take advantage of it! Very quietly he snuck back out of the living room and up the stairs. No one knew it of course, but about a year before Quatre had finally admitted to himself that he liked guys a lot better than he did girls. And since he was sixteen at that point, he figured that doing some research would be a very good idea. In between the internet and some very creative ordering methods, he managed to get his hands on enough material and, um, other things to do some reading and a little experimentation. Right now, he was after a certain tube. A large tube which was hidden underneath his bed. Upstairs, he oonched and scroonched his way under the bed and dug around for the box full of his incriminating sex stuff. He'd just put his hands on it and managed a firm grip before someone's hands clasped his ankles and dragged him back out again. Quatre barely had the good sense to let go of the box before it came out with him. When he was free, he twisted about until he could look up. "Uh...hi Trowa." Trowa arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you looking for?" "Um..." Trowa watched in amusement as his blond went bright red. "Um?" "Er..." Quatre elaborated helpfully. Trowa just watched him flounder, head canted as he patiently waited for him to stop blushing like mad. Quatre shot a look at him, then his eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "I was...looking for something." "And why is that making you blush like mad?" "Um...cause it's um...something for us to use," Quatre offered weakly. Trowa was getting a strange sense of enjoyment from the situation. So often it was he that was uncertain in their relationship, or at a loss of what to say, or blushing because he was caught in a situation a little out of his depth. Seeing Quatre in that position (finally!) was rather amusing. Still, he had pity on him and sank down next to him, pulling him upright. "Use how?" Quatre snuggled in against Trowa, a very subtle manner of hiding his face as he tried to get his voice to work long enough to explain. "Well, since we'll be here overnight, and everyone will have their own rooms and everything I thought we could...um...we'll finally have some privacy you see and...ah..." The light dawned. A slow predatory smile crept over Trowa's face. So, Quatre wanted to take things past kissing and cuddling, hmmmm? Oh that was not a problem! Whatever Quatre had been searching for must be meant to make their joining easier. Bending slightly he started pressing kisses against pale blond hair, and soft skin. Quatre shivered in delight under his lips and fingertips, arching upwards to get more of the attention. "I see. If that's the case," Trowa damn near purred the words against Quatre's parted mouth, "then I'm looking forward to tonight." Quatre gazed back up at him, drawing air a bit more quickly than was normally necessary. With the way Trowa was looking at him, he was wondering if he could just lock the door now. Twining his hands behind Trowa's neck, he tugged him down insistently and claimed his mouth in a fierce mating of lips and tongues. Trowa groaned, sinking into the kiss, fighting to return the same amount of pleasure and touch that he received. Suddenly he wasn't willing to wait for darkness to fall. That would be hours from now, and he wasn't feeling patient enough to wait minutes, much less hours! "Oh it figures you two would be doing that!" Duo exclaimed from the doorway, highly amused. When the two drew apart (he was interested to note that they were giving him almost identical glares) he grinned. "The rest of us are starving. Q? You wanna show us how you cook food in this wanky world of yours?" Training in playing a proper host kicked in and Quatre untangled himself with a sigh. "Sure. Although it will be a lot easier to just order take-out." "What's take-out?" Quatre explained as he left the room, an animated Duo trailing along behind him. Trowa stared at him thoughtfully, then to the box that Quatre had been dragging with him -- he could just make out the corner from his angle on the floor. Just what had his boyfriend been looking for, anyway? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quatre finally chose to order a slew of different meals from different restaurants, since he was unsure of what his guests would like. For Duo he ordered pizza with every topping he could think of (which was a phenomenal success, Duo refused to share the pizza with anyone even his lover) and Chinese take-out for Wufei and Heero (also a success, they wouldn't share with Duo either). He'd been a bit stumped on what to get for he and Trowa, and had finally settled on Roast Beef with all the trimmings. He'd rarely seen his lover eat -- Trowa had once explained that his body rarely needed fuel gained from food -- but the few times he had, Trowa had almost invariably eaten beef of some sort. When it arrived, however, Trowa was nowhere to be found. Curious, he wandered back upstairs to see where his demon had gotten off to. When he poked his head into his bedroom, he saw Trowa on the floor with books and...the tube of lubrication...Quatre's eyes went wide in mingled horror and embarrassment...and the handcuffs....and the cock ring...and "Trowa!" Trowa blinked and looked up at the beet red blond standing just inside the doorway. "I can see why you wanted this box. It holds very interesting things." "I...you..." "Especially the books," Trowa continued, subduing a smile. "They were very informative, although I can't read your language. Still, the pictures told me quite a bit." He stood enough to catch Quatre's wrist and tugged him sharply forward. Quatre squawked and landed in a heap of limbs on Trowa's lap, a little stunned when he realized that there was a very hard erection pressing up against his thighs. "T-Trowa --" "And now," Trowa purred with a dangerous half-smile, "I want to try them all out." "Quatre~!" Iria's voice rang out from below. "I'm home!" Quatre whimpered. It wasn't fair! He had lube, a very hot lover who was in an amorous mood, and his sister had to show up! "Tonight," Trowa promised darkly into his hair. "Tonight," Quatre replied fervently. There was no way he was going to wait any longer than he had to, either.
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