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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 12 "...whoa, wait, let me get this straight. He's an earth demon, he's a clairvoyant like you, and he's a dragon?" Wufei gave Iria a very evil smile. "I can transform and prove it, if you wish." "Don't you dare." Quatre glared at him in warning. "I like my house intact, thank you very much." Wufei's smile became even more evil at that. Quatre was beginning to rethink the whole idea of bringing two demons and a dragon with him to this world. Unfortunately, it was too late. They were already there. Turning back to his sister, he sought to change the subject. "You got everything?" "Three sleeping bags, a super-duper first aid kit and a heavy duty flashlight. Actually, I got two flashlights, the wind-up kind so you don't have to worry about batteries." "Thanks," he told her sincerely. One less thing for him to worry about. "And now that I have you overnight," Iria glared at him meaningfully, "I want the FULL story." "...right." They settled into the living room, with a bit of arranging first. Quatre distracted Duo with a cd player and a stack of discs. It was an easy matter to teach him how to work the machine, and he was happily rocking to Linkin Park in no time. Wufei was fascinated by the library. He couldn't read the language, since it was very different from his own, but the pictures and maps in there easily captivated his full attention. Quatre was at a bit of a loss as to what to do with Heero until he remembered the mini shooting range in the basement of the house. It took a few minutes to teach him how to use the gun, and give a basic run down of safety, then he turned him loose. Something that could have been giggling came from the demon when Quatre left the room. The blond wisely decided NOT to investigate. He tried to convince Trowa to find something to do as well, since he knew that once Iria had her hands on him he wouldn't be going anywhere for several hours. Trowa, however, refused to leave his side. He didn't quite trust Iria and he wasn't willing to let Quatre out of his sight. Quatre sat on the couch with Iria, turned so that he was sitting sideways to face her. Trowa curled up at his feet, head and arm propped on his thigh. Quatre gave him a glance, bemused by the position since Trowa was very rarely submissive in anything but let it lie without a word. "Alright, Iria, what do you want to know?" Iria gave him an exasperated Look. "Everything! All of you look very tired. Have you been chasing Terandl again? Did you fight? And when did Dragon boy join up with you? I don't remember you mentioning him last time, or in that message of yours." "Well, we didn't meet Wufei until the morning after I was here last time." Quatre fell into the rhythm of answering questions and filling his sister in on what had happened since he had last spoken with her. As he spoke, he absently started to stroke along the back of Trowa's head and down the nape of his neck. The cat demon arched into the touch, eyes falling to half mast in enjoyment. It was so warm and comfortable, the nuance and tone of Quatre's voice soothing on his ears. He stretched slightly to rest more completely on the blond, and his eyes fell completely shut. Trowa's obvious enjoyment of touch did not go unnoticed. Iria paused at one point and watched him, brow quirked. Carefully she mouthed 'Is he purring?' Quatre nodded, eyes sparkling. "Ah. Out of curiosity, how can you understand them? It's obvious that they can't read English because it isn't their native language. So how is that they speak our language?" "As Duo explained it to me, going through a mirror from one world to the next has certain...quirks. No one can quite explain why, but they're given an automatic translation ability somehow. Really, they're speaking their own language but because they've come through the mirror, we can understand them." Quatre shrugged helplessly. "I wish I could explain it better, but magic doesn't always follow designs it usually follows intents." "I think if you could explain it in detail, I'd get a headache," Iria returned. She already felt like she had a headache. Of course, that could be from speaking for three hours plus. "It's late. You'd probably want to get some sleep." Quatre nodded. "Yes. We really can't stay here long. We only came here because Terandl had holed up somewhere and we couldn't track him down. I really want to figure out how he did that." Quatre leaned over Trowa and studied his sleeping face. "He's really zonked. Come on, sweetheart, let's get you to bed." Trowa stirred slightly when his pillow moved, blinking sleepily. He gained his feet under Quatre's prodding and yawned, wanting to sleep and not understanding why Quatre wasn't letting him alone. Quatre smiled at him a little ruefully. He knew from experience that once Trowa felt he was 'safe' and had fallen asleep, it almost took a miracle to move him. He carefully lifted the cat demon into his arms, surprised at just how light he was. Trowa nuzzled into him agreeably, going right back to sleep. "Don't worry about the others," Iria instructed him softly. "I'll settle them in. You're just as tired as they are. Go get some sleep." "Thanks, sis." Cradling his lover in his arms, he made his way upstairs and to bed. Iria was right, he was tired. He did little more than strip them both of bothersome clothing and shoes before rolling in next to Trowa and sinking deeply into sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mmm. Something warm and soft was playing over his neck. Quatre arched into it, body shifting unconsciously to find the source of that nice feeling. There was naked skin pressed to his, and heated sheets at his back. The nibbling at his neck shifted until it pressed against his mouth, and he returned the caresses eagerly. "Are you awake yet?" Quatre blinked fuzzily. He wasn't being kissed anymore. Why was that? He focused and saw green eyes staring down at him. Quatre beamed at him sleepily. "You're so cute and sexy." "...that doesn't really answer my question, but I guess it works." Trowa's head dipped down again, and he resumed kissing his lover senseless. Quatre quite happily wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him back. Fingers brushed along his chest, pausing a moment to tease his nipples into hard points. Quatre squirmed a little in enjoyment, letting one hand trail down a muscular back as he sought to return touch. Trowa arched into his touch, purring softly. Quatre broke the kiss, laughing quietly. "I love touching you." He let his hands trail over firm buttocks, grinning when the purring increased in volume. The nice thing about having a cat demon as a lover was that you always knew when you were doing the right thing. Trowa's hands kept meandering down Quatre's body, learning which places made his lover giggle, or moan, or give a little mewl of pleasure. His mouth traveled down over a rounded jaw, and he rasped the rough side of his tongue against Quatre's neck. Quatre melted into putty -- he really liked that -- and his hips gave an involuntary thrust up against Trowa. Long fingers wrapped around his erection and pumped experimentally. Quatre twisted and groaned, hips lifting. Trowa grinned as he kept a steady rhythm, the other hand searching for the lube he'd stashed under the pillow. Scrunching down further on the bed, he traded hand for mouth, sucking with gentle persistence. His tongue stroked and teased while Quatre arched into his mouth and whispered demands for more. It took a moment for Quatre to really register the lubed fingers at his entrance. The feeling of those slim fingers stroking and stretching was a sensation he'd never felt before. It was warm and intimate and, coupled with the firm brushes against his sweet spot, thoroughly enjoyable. He relaxed into the prep, hands alternately tightening and stroking through thick brown hair. His head dipped lower until Quatre was almost swallowed whole, fingers sliding in and out in an increasing rhythm. Quatre's whole body throbbed in time with it, something spiraling tightly in between his legs and becoming so tight it was nearly painful. The pace became faster and faster, Quatre nearly insane with pleasure so intense he felt as if he would explode with it. "Trowa!" Trowa increased the pressure, looking up through his bangs to watch as his lover arched and came. One of the books had illustrated swallowing, so he stayed put, willing to see if he would like it. The taste was a little bitter, and somewhat salty -- but not bad, really. He licked the blond clean, darkly pleased when Quatre shuddered as too-sensitive skin protested the rough rasp of his tongue. He slowly let him slide free from his mouth, searching for the discarded tube of lube by feel alone. He had three fingers in Quatre, and thought he was stretched enough. His own erection was so painful right then that he wasn't sure just how much longer he could last without finding his own release. Very gingerly he lubed himself up and settled between Quatre's spread legs. Quatre roused enough brain cells to look up and watch as Trowa slowly started to press into him. The sensation was acute. His hands latched onto Trowa's arms, fingers digging in as Trowa pushed inside. It was too much...Trowa was too big, he'd never fit, Quatre felt like he was being ripped apart. "Trowa, stop, I can't --" Trowa paused, half-way in, watching Quatre in worry. He took a deep breath, fighting with his body to stay still. Quatre was biting his bottom lip so hard he was surprised he hadn't broken the skin. Obviously, there was some major adjusting being done and he needed to wait until his lover was ready. Quatre very carefully shifted his hips, his hands flexing on Trowa's arms. Okay...this was different. He wasn't quite sure if it was a good different or just different. Trowa hissed out a breath and he looked up. "Trowa?" "You...are so damn hot and tight..." Trowa's eyes slitted open, dark with hunger. "Don't move again unless you're ready for me." Maybe it wasn't exactly comfortable for Quatre, but it was obvious that Trowa was enjoying this. And hadn't one of those books mentioned that it would feel uncomfortable at first, but that would change once they started moving? Cautiously he hooked a leg around Trowa's hips and took him in a little deeper. Trowa was nearly shaking at the effort to hold back. "Quatre..." he gritted between clenched teeth. "Move," Quatre breathed tenderly. Trowa drew out a little, and pushed in. That thrust inside changed everything. He brushed a spot in Quatre that jolted hot pleasure all through his body. He jerked in response, a startled cry erupting from his mouth. "Holy Mary and all the saints!" Trowa drew back, and with his next thrust pushed in a little further than before, still hitting that same spot. Quatre's hips thrust up to meet him of their own accord. "Dear gods, is that all of you?" "A little more," Trowa panted, thrusting in again. "You feel so good --" His hands clamped around Quatre's hips as he slammed all the way in, letting out a groan that sounded like it came from his soul. "Please tell me you're with me, that this feels good." "This is fantastic." Quatre fell into Trowa's rhythm, urging him faster, harder. His head fell back, eyes closed as sensation took over and rational thought shut down. Trowa's lungs were working like a blacksmith's bellows, back arching as his fingers dug into his lover's hips, pulling him forward as he slammed into the blond over and over again. Quatre's other leg came up to wrap around his hips, and his blunted nails dragged over Trowa's back as he sought for some kind of purchase, some way to ground him against the ecstasy flooding his system. It was so intense that Quatre was sure he was going to black out. Then Trowa's head snapped back as he throbbed and pulsated his heat deep within the tight confines of his lover's body, crying out a roar of conquest that mingled with Quatre's sobs of pleasure. Trowa collapsed on his smaller lover, both of them covered in sweat, hearts beating wildly. Quatre pressed soft kisses against his damp hair, smiling like an absolute loon. He almost shook his head at himself -- to think that minutes ago, he'd doubted on whether he actually wanted to do this again. Laying here in afterglow, his body humming happily, he felt like an idiot for even thinking such a thing. If he weren't absolutely -- and happily -- exhausted, he'd roll them over and start another round of lovemaking with Trowa. "Am I crushing you?" Trowa managed some moments later, voice slightly muffled against Quatre's shoulder. Quatre lazily explored the wonders of Trowa's behind as he responded dreamily, "Yes. But it's a good kind of crushing. Don't move." "Hn. Let me know when I get too heavy for you, although I honestly don't have the strength to move just yet." *knock* Quatre peered at the door suspiciously. "Who is it?" "Wufei. It's daylight, get up already." Quatre groaned. "So much for wallowing in afterglow." "We're up," Trowa called back, a little grumpily. The blond flopped back onto the bed. "Remind me. Why did I think it was a good idea to bring them along?" Trowa propped himself up on his elbows so that he was braced over his lover's prone form. "When this is all over, we're going to hole up somewhere and just make love for a week straight." Quatre's smile was predatory and just a little bit naughty. "What a good idea." "I don't hear you two moving in there!" Trowa turned a full glare onto the door. "I'm going to swat him." "Only if you beat me to it." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After breakfast, and showers (Trowa's and Quatre's took over an hour, for some reason) they were ready to go. Quatre shouldered his new backpack and exchanged a quick hug with his sister. "Be careful," Iria murmured. "I'll do my best. Don't be alarmed if it's a while before I talk to you. I don't want to drain Duo much while we're so close to Terandl." "Okay." The standing mirror in Quatre's room started glowing pure white. Duo gave them a mock bow. "Who's first?" "Trowa." Wufei gave him a dry look. "You've proven to be quite adept at catching us. Why don't you go first?" Duo pouted. "You're mean, 'Fei." "I second that idea," Heero put in drolly. Duo glared at him, pout still in place. "See if you get lucky tonight." Trowa rolled his eyes, but went through. Quatre waited a few seconds for him to get his footing. He thought twice about jumping through with the back pack and tossed it in separately. After counting to five, he flashed his sister a last smile before stepping through. Wufei grumbled, gave the mirror a dark look, and went through. Heero was only a few seconds behind him. Duo gave Iria a formal bow and an impish grin. "Thanks for the hospitality, pretty lady. And despite what Q says, expect a call in a week or so, okay?" "Thank you, Duo." She watched as he disappeared and the mirror returned to normal. "That really does defy the laws of physics."
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