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"Take a Chance"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: No, they are not mine. And I’m
not stealing them. I’m just permanently borrowing them for an
undefined stretch of time. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: lemon, AU, Romance, 3x4, slight angst (which I fix!) Pairings: 3x4x3 Summary: Quatre literally runs into the man of
his dreams but life isn't all plain sailing. Author’s Notes: Hiya, my fellow otaku! Our
favorite blonde showed up earlier last week and started stalking me
until I wrote all of this. It’s the entire thing, but of course
I have to cut it up to email it to you all. Enjoy! //phone conversations//
"Take a Chance "
Chapter Four: Instincts The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word
'crisis.' One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity.
In a crisis, be aware of the danger - but recognize the opportunity.
I woke up at 8:25 am with a start. My instincts were screaming at me to call Trowa and call him now. I tried to tell my instincts that it was a little too clingy to call a guy seven hours and twenty-five minutes after you saw him. Especially after you only had gone on one date with him. My instincts didn’t care and were threatening to beat sense into me with a ten pound sledgehammer if it was necessary. In my lifetime, my instincts had never been wrong when it came to people. Okay, fine, what harm would it do? I could always use the excuse that I was just making sure that he got home okay last night. He had been driving around at one in the morning, after all. No one’s really awake at that hour. So I rolled up in my bed, reached over to the cellphone, and turned it on. After that first conversation with Trowa, I had moved his number to speed dial, so I just hit 3. *ring* I was going to feel very foolish if my instincts were lying to me. *ring* //What?// That was not Trowa’s voice. “Ah…sorry, I must have the wrong number.” Although how that happened is a complete mystery to me. //If you’re trying to get Trowa, then you are not mistaken.// “Oh. Yeah, actually I am. You must be Heero.” //…Yes.// Was the entire family like this? Word minimalists? “Hi, we haven’t exactly met yet. I’m Quatre Winner.” I think that if I had been holding this conversation in person, Heero would have pounced on me at this point. To cover up that startling thought I kept talking. “I just wanted to make sure that he got home safe last night and…Heero, this might be completely weird, but would you mind telling me why you’re so surprised that I called?” //Trowa’s asleep at the moment.// Okay, well, that at least told me that Trowa was still in one piece. I didn’t know anything beyond that, however, and the more that I was listening to this bizarre conversation, the more convinced I was that there was something seriously wrong. “Heero, I need you to be frank with me here. Just answer yes or no, if you wish. Is Trowa okay?” There was the longest hesitation then //…No.// I looked at the clock and started making plans. “I’m going to be over there in about an hour. Will that give you enough time to get him out of bed and ready to go?” //Go where?// “Well, the excuse will be to help me shop for a birthday present in town.” //Acknowledged. That will be sufficient time.// “Thanks. How do I get to your house?” He gave me directions, which I scribbled into my PDA hurriedly. I repeated them back to make sure I had them right. “An hour then.” //Hn.// Click. I bolted for the shower, barely remembering to grab a change of clothes on the way. There wasn’t any time to waste, and I still had to figure out a) what could possibly be wrong and b) how to fix it. It might be a wise move to grab a cup of coffee before going over. I had a feeling that I would need to be completely alert before I went over there. + I have no idea how Heero managed to get Trowa out of bed, showered, and dressed by the time I got over there, but I do know that I owed my instincts a very humble and abject apology. Trowa was completely white, with only slightly more animation than a corpse. It scared me, and if it wasn’t for the fact that Heero shot me a warning look, I would have bolted across the room to check for wounds and a pulse. What in Allah’s name caused this?! Trowa looked up in blank shock when his brother opened the door. It was hard, but I managed not to focus completely on him. I nodded to Heero amiably. “Hi. You must be Heero.” “Hn. Come in.” I did, grinning at Trowa with a cheerfulness that I wasn’t exactly feeling at the moment. “Good morning! Pick your bribe.” “…what?” Good, I had managed to startle him out of whatever mental loop he was in. “I said pick your bribe. I have to go into town today to pick up a birthday present. But I don’t want to go alone, and I don’t particularly want anyone’s company but yours. I figure that you probably have your own plans today, so I’m going to offer you a bribe to tempt you away from them. What’s it going to be? Chocolate? Lunch at an expensive restaurant? I can’t let you choose what we do on the next date, it’s your turn to choose anyway—” The raw nothingness was falling away from Trowa’s eyes as I talked, praises to Allah’s name. “I…I don’t know.” “Well, you’ve got an hour to decide.” I announced cheerfully. “Assuming, of course, that you’re going to let me kidnap you.” That slight hesitant smile that Trowa had given me on Thursday when we met came back onto his face. Rats, I thought we had gotten past that stage! Just what had scared him so badly? It wasn’t anything that I had done, was it?! I took the smile as an assent and turned my smile up a notch. “Good. As your kidnapper, I’m going to generously offer to let you get some shoes on first.” Trowa glanced down at his sock-clad feet and nodded. “A moment.” I watched him disappear up the stairs and turned angrily to Heero. “Just what the hell happened?! He was fine when I left him last night!” Heero met my glare with one of his own. And he looked a great deal more intimidating than I ever could too, curse it. “You’re the only one that can solve that riddle, Winner. He told me very little, nothing of which made much sense to me. I expect you to fix this since I can’t. I’ll break you in half if you don’t.” Whoa. That was quite the reaction. Just what had Heero witnessed last night? It might solve a lot of the unanswered questions running rampant through my mind. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to drag him aside and get the full story. Trowa came back down at that moment. I turned my smile back on for him. “All set?” He nodded. “Good, let’s go. I’ll send you a ransom note later, okay Heero?” He nodded as well. These two were definitely brothers. We were on the road for about five minutes, me rambling about something and Trowa sitting so quietly that I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. When I paused to catch my breath he shifted slightly. “Quatre.” Well well, he’s actually going to participate in the conversation? That was a bit of a shock. “Yes?” “Please don’t do that.” I blinked at him blankly before focusing my attention back on the road. “Do what?” “Smile without meaning it.” There was a gravel off-shoot up ahead, right before a four-way stop. I pulled in and stopped, putting the car into park and turning off the engine. There was enough tree coverage and foliage to completely shield us from any eyes. Undoing my seatbelt I turned to face him. “Alright. Tell me why you look like something that just walked out of ‘The Night of the Living Dead’.” Trowa visibly flinched. I felt that flinch, and it hurt like blazes. “Tell me what happened between one o’clock this morning and eight thirty, Trowa. Tell me what is so severe that it prompted Heero to threaten to break me in half if I didn’t fix it.” Trowa’s head snapped up around to finally look me in the face. “He called you.” There was enough of an accusation in that tone to twist my stomach. I kept my voice even. “No. I called this morning. I had a hunch that something was wrong, and that I needed to call you. I was afraid that you might not have made it home okay last night. I didn’t expect you to look like a barely animated zombie.” His head dropped away, focusing back onto his hands. I really wanted to hold him and soothe everything away. I wasn’t so sure if that was a smart move, all things considered. “Trowa, please, I’m begging you. It hurts to see you like this, especially considering how open you were with me last night. I can’t make it right again if I don’t know what I did wrong in the first place.” “It’s not you.” Trowa denied in a harsh whisper. “This isn’t your doing. You’re not looking for this—” Oh. Oh. Things were beginning to click into place. I was falling in love with Trowa, something I was comfortable enough with even though I was a bit scared of the fall, having never loved anyone before. I hadn’t considered the fact that Trowa might not need the same kind of time that I did to fall for me. Thankful for once that I was still somewhat on the small side I slid over to his side of the car and straddled his legs, slipping my arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly. “Idiot.” I whispered softly into his hair. “You sweet gorgeous idiot. Didn’t you consider the fact that I might be falling in love with you too? Give me a day or two, and I’ll catch up with you.” He finally relaxed under me. With an unintelligible mutter he grabbed me around the waist and held on tightly. Okay, so, I’m not going to be able to breathe for the next few minutes. I’ve never been a big fan of oxygen anyway. Give it a couple of years and it will be yesterday’s fashion. I felt him shift slightly under me, tilting his head and seeking out my mouth. I turned towards him, letting him kiss me. His mouth was nibbling at mine hungrily, teasingly. I opened up to him and felt his tongue slip into my mouth, stroking my tongue and…mmm. Wow. This guy can kiss. I didn’t even register that he was turning me sideways until my back hit the car seat. He pulled away, breath hot on my face. “Quatre. Let me touch you.” Let? If he didn’t do something with that mouth of his in the next five seconds, I was going to punch him. Words were a bit beyond my mental capabilities so I nodded vigorously and pulled his head back to mine. Mmm…he tastes so good. My hands slid up of their own accord, framing the face above mine, sliding a little into his hair. It felt marvelous to touch him like this. My fingertips were becoming sensitized by the contact to that smooth skin and hair. He ripped his mouth away, trailing it down my jaw so that he could run teeth and lips hungrily over my neck. I scrabbled for purchase, clenching my fists into his shirt, tilting my head back to give him room. There were too many new sensations buffeting me. I couldn’t sort through them all fast enough to ground myself. My lungs were pumping harder and harder for air, sweat starting to form on my skin. Trowa was becoming more and more impatient. He almost ripped my shirt off, and I think at least one button zinged away. In the next moment I forgot about it completely when his tongue lashed my nipple. A sob caught in my throat. “Allah’s mercy, yes, yes…” He did it again, grazing his teeth against the skin before lashing the area with the rough side of his tongue. It felt marvelous. Blind pleasure took over whatever was left of my mind and I arched towards him. “More, please more—” To my acute disappointment he stopped, mouth and hands continuing down. I heard a zipper come undone, felt my pants being pushed down to the top of my thighs. By Allah’s name, was he going to do what I hoped he was going to do? In the next instant I felt his breath on my cock, and my raging hard-on tightened to the point of pain. If he didn’t touch me in the next two seconds I was going to explode— —that wonderful tongue traced the main nerve in my cock. Pleasure slammed into me and I screamed, head thrown back. “Trowa, Trowa” His name was a plea and a prayer. I lifted my hands to his hair and held on for dear life. He came down on me completely. I was swallowed whole into the wet heat of his mouth, his mouth sucking on me, tongue lashing and rubbing. The experience was something radically new to me. The pull and tug of his mouth was directly connected to something low in my stomach, jerking sensation from me in little spurts. And the way that he was using that talented tongue of his…nh. My breath was sobbing in the back of my throat. “Trowa, Allah’s mercy, Trowa please—” …a hand reached down and traced my balls ever so lightly. My head thrashed against the seat, choking on my own scream. “Harder, please…ngh…Trowa!” There was no way to stand up against that kind of assault. Under that incredible touch I lasted about three minutes before my climax ripped through me, wringing another scream as I came. Trowa swallowed every ounce of it greedily, his hands holding me still by my hips. When I was completely drained and limp he leaned over me and kissed me again. I knew exactly what the slightly bitter taste was on his mouth, and as enticing as it was, I wasn’t in any shape to get excited again. I needed at least a minute to recover. Opening my eyes took too much energy, but I did give him a sated smile, filled (I’m sure) with lazy satisfaction. A minute later I found in my energy reserves enough power to crack open one eye. “Are you going to let me return the favor?” “Yes.” He answered. The radiant smile on his face was back. The Trowa that I knew from the night before was back. I would have done a little dance of joy, but that would require more energy than I was capable of summoning at the moment. “Not just now, however. It’s a miracle that we haven’t been spotted yet as it is. Whose driveway are we sitting in?” “No idea.” And I couldn’t really care less. I sat up a little and tried to put my clothes back in order. I would have managed too if Trowa hadn’t insisted on ‘helping’. The boy has six hands, I swear. Finally, though, we were back on the road. Only now I have my hand in his, he’s actually doing some of the talking and every once in a while he’d lean over to steal a kiss. We never got around to buying a birthday present. It somehow completely slipped my mind. I just enjoyed spending the day with him. When it was roughly four, I sent a text message to Heero’s cell that read: PROMISE TO HAVE DINNER READY, AND I’LL BRING HIM BACK. I had to laugh at the reply I got some minutes later. CHINESE? Trowa leaned over to look at the display. “Does everyone in your family only use one word sentences?” I demanded. Trowa shrugged. “Hn.” “Oh sorry, I forgot to include the grunts and glares. Does he mean that he isn’t cooking?” Trowa nodded. “He’s actually a decent gourmet chef, but he doesn’t like the time that it takes.” “Take-out is fine by me.” I announced cheerfully. In a spurt of sadistic humor I sent back my reply. HN. Trowa lost it. He’s so cute when he’s doubled over laughing. + We were back in town around five thirty, roughly the
same time that Heero got back from picking up the Chinese food. He
looked us both over carefully when we got out, and I could have sworn
that he winked at me before going into the house. I guess I passed
that test. I managed to whisper in Trowa’s ear a promise to get him naked and under me the next time I saw him. He went beet red and gave a panicked look in his brother’s direction. Before he could recover I kissed him full on the mouth and darted out of range, laughing. Maybe I hadn’t needed another day to land. I can’t imagine loving him more than I do right now. ~~~~~~~ Honor: See! I told you I would fix it! I even gave you
a nice little lime scene too. ~ * ~ |
