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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: Warnings:Hurt/Comfort,
Angst, Yaoi Pairings: Heero/Quatre,
Implied Trowa/Quatre, Implied Heero/Relena Summary: After
the Zero incident, Heero and Quatre find comfort in each other. "Comfort" Quatre had been able to let go of his guilt and grief long enough to play with the dogs along the coast of Sanq and even Heero was able to smile at the pure, innocent joy on his comrade's face, the sweet sound of his laughter as the pups chased him into the ocean waves, soaking his khaki trousers up to his waist. He hadn't known the boy for long, but Heero had already associated him with a cheerful smile and sunny personality. To see that disappear broke his heart in ways that he had trouble coming to terms with. Of course, he had good reason. Their fellow pilot was missing and presumed dead and it was because of the blond boy's actions. Heero didn't delve too much into the reasons why Quatre had snapped the way he had, but he knew it must have been something terrible. He was living with his own guilt. He'd threatened the boy's life, but when push came to shove, he realized he couldn't do it. He'd never had difficulty taking a life before, but it was different with Quatre, much the way it had been with Relena. Relena. He missed her terribly. He'd broken the most important rule of his training for her. He allowed her to see his face and he let her live. He'd kicked himself afterwords and made a personal promise he would do it the next time. The next time came and he still couldn't do it. He thought he was losing his touch, needed a booster shot of his training sessions. He wasn't supposed to care. It wasn't in the job description. But he did. Despite everything, he did care. Relena and Quatre, and even the other pilots were special to him in ways he didn't fully understand. He couldn't hurt them. As he watched Quatre drop beneath the waves, his heart lurched in his chest and he jumped up, ready to rescue him. He breathed a sigh of relief when the boy popped back up, soaked to the bone and laughing in delight. He glanced over at Heero, the stick he'd been using to play fetch with the dogs held in a triumphant hand. He was grinning from ear to ear and Heero couldn't stave off the warm surge of affection mixed with something else. Something he'd only been familiar with when in the presence of Relena. He shifted in the sand as he watched Quatre throw the stick again and run after the dogs, having a little difficulty now that his clothes were wet. He suspected something was going on between Quatre and their missing comrade. His instincts were usually spot on and he had no doubt that they'd been harboring more than platonic feelings for each other. He wondered how far those feelings went. Had the two of them been intimate? He simply didn't know, but if he had to wager a guess, he was fairly certain they had been at one point. Quatre finally tired and he sent the dogs back to their owners and waded back up to where Heero was seated near the small tent they'd set up. He stood over him, out of breath, smiling warmly. His blond hair dripped down onto his shoulders and his clothing clung to his skin in a way that made Heero's body flush with heat. The boy threw his arms out to his sides. "I'm soaked!" Heero chuckled. "I can see that. There's a change of clothes in my bag. You can borrow them until yours are dry." He tried to ignore the rush of arousal at the prospect of Quatre wearing his clothes and his heart warmed as the boy smiled at him. "Thank you. You're a lifesaver." He disappeared into the tent to change and Heero watched the last of the sunlight dip below the horizon, trying not to think about the fact that Quatre was naked and wet inside the tent. He emerged a few minutes later in Heero's sweat pants and t-shirt. They were a little loose on him, Heero noticed. He'd towel-dried his hair and it hung about his face in tousled waves. He looked adorably rumpled. So different from the meticulous way he usually looked and Heero found himself irrevocably charmed. He watched him hang his wet clothes on the tent cords where the sea breeze could dry them. "They're going to be salty." Quatre huffed out a laugh. "They are salty. Unfortunately, I don't have any laundry soap, though." "It's alright. We'll get them properly washed soon." "Yeah." Quatre's melancholy was back and Heero's chest squeezed in sympathy. "Come on. It's getting late and you're tired." He got up, brushed the sand from his shorts and ducked into the tent. Quatre obediently followed him and the two settled down in their respective sleeping bags. They were very close together due to the cramped space of the small tent, but they made it work. It was quiet for a long time and Heero thought Quatre had already fallen asleep. He was surprised when the boy's soft voice broke through the hypnotic sound of roaring waves. "Heero?" "What is it?" "Do you believe in God?" "Never met him." After a pause, he said, "Why? Do you?" "I used to. My family practices Islam so I was raised with the whole concept of Allah and Mohammad and the Qu'ran. I just -" "You don't believe anymore." "I - I want to, but after everything I've seen. Everything...everything I've done. I...just don't see how - I mean I can't connect what I was raised to believe with what I see in reality." "That's called 'critical thinking', Quatre." He could almost see the blond's wry smirk. "Yeah, I think I'm familiar with that." It was quiet for a few minutes, then Heero said, "You have to forgive yourself." He was answered by a choked sob. "I can't!" "You can and you will. You have to. Trowa would." "How can you say that? How - what reason would he have to -" "Because he loves you." Quatre broke down then and without even thinking about it, Heero reached over and wrapped his arm around the despondent boy. Quatre squirmed closer and buried his face in his chest. Heero stroked the still-damp hair, letting him unleash his grief, his shame. It took a good several minutes for him to cry himself out. He sniffled through a stuffy nose and apologized, backing away. Heero didn't let him go, only pulled him closer. They couldn't see each other, but they could feel how close their faces were. Heero used his thumb to stroke a soft cheek, swiping the tears away. Quatre's breath was gentle and sweet against his face. He could sense that Quatre knew what he was thinking, feeling. The odd, almost psychic connection they had driving their instincts to a place of mutual understanding. Nothing more needed to be said. Everything was already laid bare between them. He closed the small gap and took the blond's lips in a heated kiss and Quatre immediately kissed back, whimpering when their mouths opened and slick tongues slid together. It was the first time Heero had kissed anyone, but with Quatre, he somehow knew what he was doing, knew what the boy wanted. He unzipped their sleeping bags and rolled over on top of him, savoring the soft sigh he emitted as his weight settled on the blond's chest. Quatre opened his legs and Heero's hips nestled between them. Their groins rubbed together and Heero moaned from the incredible friction. They kissed deeply, tongues reaching as far into the other's mouth as they could get and then Heero pulled away to suck at the salty sweet skin of Quatre's neck, down into the loose collar of his shirt. The blond threw his head back, opening his throat up to Heero's lips. His hands gripped the hem of Heero's tank top and pulled the fabric up over his back. Heero lifted up to yank the shirt off and dove back down to attach his mouth to the irresistible flesh. He croaked out a groan as Quatre's fingers smoothed along his back, teasing beneath the waistband of his shorts and he ground his erection down into the juncture between the blond's groin and thigh. His own hands wandered, skimming up under Quatre's shirt, reveling in the feel of silky skin. His thumb grazed over a taut nipple and Quatre's breath caught as Heero bit down on his collar bone. He tugged on Heero's shorts as best he could, indicating that he wanted them off and Heero obliged, rising up to pull them off. Quatre used the moment to push the sweatpants over his own hips and he kicked them off with his feet, opening his legs again as Heero settled back on top of him. "Have you done this before?" Quatre whispered a 'yes' against his ear and that was enough for Heero. He stuck his fingers into his mouth, slicking them up, then he guided them down between the blond's thighs, seeking the tiny opening. He found it and pressed in, listening carefully for any signs of distress in Quatre's breathing. He fingered him just enough to loosen the opening and spread the saliva around, getting him ready for penetration. Quatre spat into his own hand and snaked it down between them, wrapping Heero's cock with warm wetness and he shuddered from the electric sensations that shot though his body. After a moment, Quatre was squirming beneath him, the muscles of his ass undulating around his fingers and he pulled them out, replacing them with his cock. He pressed in slowly, going steady until his balls rested against the blond's ass and then he waited for the signal to move. Quatre's hips rolled and he rasped, "Move. I'm ready. Please." Heero hooked the boy's legs over his arms, leaned up, and began fucking him. He huffed and groaned at the near-painful velvety heat as it squeezed him, pulling him back in time and again. Quatre panted and mewled, his fingers digging into Heero's biceps as his hips rolled up to meet the thrusts. Heero instinctively knew where the blond's prostate was located and aimed for it with every upstroke. Before long, Quatre's back arched and he moaned long and low. Heero felt the hot splash on his chest and belly and he drove in harder, chasing his own climax. The contractions of the blond's inner muscles brought him to the edge quickly and he stiffened, hips flush with Quatre's, pressing in hard as he unleashed his orgasm inside the boy. They came down together with panting breaths and slowing hearts. He laid between Quatre's legs as his cock softened and slipped out, too tired to move just yet. The soft stroke of Quatre's fingers along his back was soothing, comforting and he rested his head on the blond's chest, listening to the heart beat beneath the skin, suddenly so glad he hadn't taken this precious soul. Grateful that the heart still pumped the life-giving blood. Quatre's hand carded through his hair and Heero breathed in the sweet scent of the boy's skin as he said, "You would have been justified, but I'm glad you didn't either." Heero smiled against his chest, somehow not surprised that Quatre had known what he was thinking.
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