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"The Pact"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Smut, Porn With Plot, OT5, Fluff, Mild
Angst, Humor, Fivesome, Angst, Newtypes, Possessive Behavior, Alternate
Universe - Dark, Non-Graphic Violence Pairings: 3x5x2x4x1 Summary: Formerly Intervention (retitled because the story detoured and went its own way).After seducing Quatre, the other four ex-pilots brave the uncharted waters of their new abilities and learn to cope with the unintentional gifts they were given. But as always, power requires responsibility and the humbling acknowledgement of humanity's weaknesses. The struggle to stay true to themselves becomes a dangerous and terrifying endeavor as they skirt the boundary where conscience bleeds into chaos and the dark abyss of temptation.
"The Pact" Sunday, December 21st, 201, 7:13am. L4 X1339, Ninth District... I see you've finally accepted your fate. You're primping like a teenage girl who's anticipating getting her cherry popped on prom night. Quatre clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he fussed with his hair. "As if you had no hand in this." Hey, you can get pounded in a dumpster for all I care. As long as it happens. "It's amazing how much you don't know considering how much you do." I don't follow. "Exactly." I think it's safe to say I know more than you do, but - ugh, you know what? Whatever. Forget it. Quatre snorted and selected a bottle of cologne from the shelf where he kept a variety of fragrances. He'd never been a fan of musk and shied away from strongly masculine scents, too paranoid that people would think he was trying to overcompensate. Today, he chose something sweet with a hint of spicy seduction. Delicate, but with an air of debauchery. A scent that said, 'Hey, fellas. I may be a lady in the streets, but if you play your cards right, I'll be a freak between your sheets'. "You're shit at debating, you know that?" You want a debate? Okay, I have one. Do you really think they're going to care about what cologne you're wearing? "I care. It's the principle of the thing. I'm trying to make a concerted effort to be attractive here, okay? What's it to you anyway?" You're already attractive, that's the point. You've already got them hooked around your finger, thanks to me. You could open the door in a potato sack and it wouldn't matter one iota. The only 'cologne' they'll even notice is the slick your body makes. That's the scent that will drive them wild. Quatre glared at his reflection. "You are such a buzzkill." I'm just stating fact. Don't blame the messenger and don't act like that didn't turn you on. I felt that little thrill. "Doesn't mean I shouldn't make an effort," he countered, blushing a little. "Whether they notice, or not, it's something I want to do for them because it makes me feel like I'm doing something instead of laying back and taking it so quit bitching and let me do this." You're going to lay back and take it anyway. It's all you can think about. He scowled and turned to leave the bathroom. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" No, my dear Quatre. I'm the exact opposite. An overpowering flare of arousal brought him to his knees in the middle of his bedroom floor. He panted heavily, clenching his teeth as his body released a flood of slick which seeped into the towel around his waist. "Fuck! What are you doing?!" Reminding you that you are not in control here. You'd do good to remember that, kiddo. He bit into the heel of his hand and endured the throbbing lust that pulsed through his blood until it finally began to fade enough for him to breathe again. "God damn you." God's got nothing to do with this, sweetheart. You still have much to learn, but it would benefit you greatly if you'd start accepting that certain things are beyond your control. It will save you a lot of headaches down the road. He wiped the sweat that had gathered on his brow with the back of his hand and shakily got to his feet. "Fine, but could you at least warn me next time before you pull something like that?" No promises. "Thanks for being honest, I guess," he muttered, pulling the towel off and using it to clean the slick from his backside. Curiosity got the better of him and he brought it back around, lifting the damp green terry cloth to his face. He recognized the sweet and earthy scent by now and with only a moment's hesitation, he poked his tongue out and prodded the fabric with it. It had a slightly sugary taste, but it wasn't as strong as it smelled. Beneath that, he could pick up a very faint musky tang and what he thought was metal. "Is that blood I'm tasting?" No, it's iron. Your Eroyica gland extracts essential vitamins and minerals from your blood as well as the sugar your body converts into energy. It also needs water to produce it. I'm sure you're aware of your increased appetite and thirst, not to mention the sudden craving for sweets. "So they're basically feeding off me when they consume it, is that it?" Your Alphas are going to be exerting a ton of energy and it's not always plausable to stop and eat, especially when they're rutting. They'll take what they need from you instead. That's why it's empirical that you make sure you're eating throughout the day and drinking plenty of water. You're eating and drinking for five now. "Fabulous," he grumbled as he pulled a powder blue silk shirt from his closet. "Nothing better than feeling like you just gave birth to a litter of puppies." You're not actually going to pretend that was how you felt when they were doing that a week ago, are you? That you haven't been fantasizing non-stop about them doing it again? "I blame you for that." Blame me all you want, but it wasn't me who was moaning like a drunken whore loud enough for the people on the first floor of this building to hear you. Quatre threw his hands up in frustration. "Christ, do you ever shut up?" I've been quiet since the day you were born, kiddo. I think I've earned my right to speak. And you know I speak the truth. He shook his head as he finished buttoning up his shirt. It was just long enough to cover his unmentionables, but kept his legs bare. "Yeah, well. There's this nifty thing called a 'filter'. You know, just because you can say it doesn't always mean you should. It's like I have a pervert dwelling inside my head." I'm supposed to be a pervert. Since when were you such a prude? "Uh, excuse you, but I am far from a prude. Look at me! I'm not wearing any pants, or underwear. I just spent the last hour and a half getting ready to have sex with my four best friends. If that's your definition of 'prude', then maybe you need to brush up on your dictionary knowledge." I would suggest wearing something else if you like that shirt. There's a high probability that it'll be nothing but a few tattered scraps of expensive fabric by the time your Alphas are done with it. He glanced down at himself, remembering the shredded remains of the t-shirt he'd been wearing a week ago. "I'll just take it off before they can ruin it." Then you'd better take it off before you open the door. "I'm pretty sure we'll at least be able to greet each other before getting down to business, ye of little faith." Yeah, you keep telling yourself that. *** He still had thirty minutes to spare as he finished setting up the buffet-style brunch and lit the warming candles that were placed beneath each of the stainless steel chafers. He'd debated back and forth about whether to take them out to eat once they got the drive for sex behind them, but opted to order from a catering service instead. It would be less formal and more comfortable for all of them and this way, there was no risk of other people eavesdropping on their conversation. During the last few days, he'd been occupying his time decorating the apartment for Christmas. It wasn't something he typically did, but he was too restless to be idle. He had gone straight to the nearest home improvement store after work on Friday and the festive array of trees, garland, and twinkle lights were a welcome distraction from what lay ahead. Does the word 'overkill' mean anything to you? Quatre glanced up at the miniature train set as it choo-choo'd its way around the track he'd installed on top of his kitchen cupboards. "Okay, maybe I went a little overboard, but -" It looks like Santa Claus barfed all over the place. I'm surprised you didn't get the life-sized manger scene, too. "It wouldn't have fit in here," he mused, absently wondering if it was possible by rearranging some of his furniture. "Never mind. I like how it turned out. Very festive and pretty, don't you think?" If you say so. I don't know why humans have to make such a big deal out of ancient folklore. Retail stores just exploit it for profit anyway. You're not even a Christian, much less pagan so why do you even care? "Because it's fun, okay? Don't be a party pooper," he scolded, scooping a spoonful of hash browns with onion and pepper out of one of the chafers. "Oh, those are tasty. It's hard to find decent hash browns, much less good ones." Aren't you supposed to be waiting for your Alphas? "You're the one who told me I was eating for five now." I know and you already scarfed down three danishes this morning. Quatre tapped the spoon against his mouth. "Do you think they'd still want me if I got fat?" I've told you before that appearance is generally not important, at least in your case. You're already beautiful, but do you really think getting fat is going to be beneficial to any of you? "Awww, you think I'm beautiful," he drawled in a smug singsong tone. Oh, stop it. You know you are. It's not like you have to put a lot of work into your appearance to attract them. "Yeah, I guess that's your job." For an empath, you really are dense, you know that? "What the hell's that supposed to mean?" They were already attracted to you before I became active, you idiot. "How do you know that? I mean, Trowa I would agree. Even Duo maybe, but not Heero and Wufei. They were - are - were straight." Like I said, dense. Hate to break it to you, kiddo, but none of you are straight. None of you have ever been straight. While Duo, Heero, and Wufei may be into women, they're not only into women. "Huh." He sat down on one of the kitchen stools and rested his chin on his hand. "How did I not know this?" I don't know, but it's true. The attraction was already there. I just...tweaked it. It's part of the reason I chose them for you, among other things. It helps that they're attracted to each other as well. Quatre barked out a laugh and dropped his head down onto the counter. "Jesus, what in the world? The Mad Five would probably have a collective stroke if they knew about this. We weren't even supposed to know about each other." No, you weren't. Good thing I was always twenty steps ahead of them, isn't it? He lifted his head off the counter and balked. "You? You made that happen?" Duh. "But you were dormant." Do trees suddenly die during the winter? Do you think they're not fully aware of what's going on? That they're not waiting for that first shift of sunlight that gives them the signal that spring is underway? I may have been dormant, Quatre, but I knew exactly what was happening. All the time and I was able to manipulate things in subtle ways. Just the slightest brush of the mind, a little nudge in the right direction. "So you were directly-indirectly setting everything in motion, is that it? Manipulating us like pawns in a chess game?" It's my purpose. "Kind of a dick move if you ask me." Yeah well, I didn't ask you. How it seems is irrelevant. You're my priority and it's your best interests I'm looking out for. "Yeah, I know," he sighed and glanced down at his watch. "Oh, god! They're going to be here any minute." He jumped up off the stool and began to pace back and forth across the kitchen, flapping his hands around as he fussed. "Oh, shit. Oh, god. I'm starting to freak out. Why am I starting to freak out?" Relax! You know they're not going to hurt you. "I know that!" It's just a mild case of last minute jitters. You got this. "Do I? I don't feel like I do. What if I don't look good enough? What if they come in and see all the decorations and then leave because it looks too tacky in here? Maybe I should have skipped the giant animated Coca-Cola bear. It's too much isn't it? Do you think I look like a slut dressed like this? I mean, I look like I'm expecting sex. What if they're like...turned off by it? Do you think this color makes me look washed out? Maybe I should put on something darker..." It was times like these that the Omega wished it had a physical body, even if only a face and a palm to slap it with. *** Heero leaned over and glanced at the speedometer for the eighth time since they'd left the shuttle port. "You're speeding again, Trowa." Trowa cursed under his breath and eased his foot off the pedal. "Sorry." "We get it, Barton," Wufei told him. "But it's not going to help any of us if you kill us before we get there. That's why we didn't let Maxwell here get behind the wheel." Duo pulled his face away from the window where he'd been sulking since being denied said access to the driver's seat and flipped the black-haired man off. "Suck my dick, Chang." "No, thank you." Duo leered at him. "Not even if I dip it in soy sauce?" Wufei growled and launched himself across the seat, hands extended and reaching for the other man's neck. "I'm gonna kill you, you dumb American! You - you braided simpleton! I'm gonna mount your head on my wall and use your carcass as a rug. I'm gonna -" Heero twisted his head around like an irate mother about to scold her squabbling children. "Hey! Enough fighting." Wufei glanced over at him and sneered. "You know, there's a reason we didn't let you get behind the wheel either, you homicidal maniac." "Wait a sec. He's a homicidal maniac? You're the one trying to strangle me," Duo wheezed. "At least Heero knows how to get somewhere. God, for a former Gundam pilot, you drive like an old lady on her way to bingo class." "It's called obeying the law, dumb ass." "When did you become such a boy scout anyway?" "When the war ended, but I wouldn't expect any of you jarheads to understand that since you're still living in Rambo-mode most of the time. The only one I can have a normal conversation with is Winner." Duo gave him a sideways look. "I'm not in Rambo-mode." "True," Wufei conceded. "Doesn't mean I can have a normal conversation with you, though." "I can have a normal conversation!" "Maxwell, the last time I spoke to you, you pulled your pants down and asked me if your balls looked lopsided." Heero snorted and craned his neck to look at Wufei. "He asked me the same thing." Duo slouched back against the seat and folded his arms. "It was a legitimate question. Who else was I supposed to ask?" "Would you guys keep it down, please," Trowa barked, fingers tightening on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. "I'm trying to focus and your bickering is grating on my nerves." Duo and Wufei sheepishly mumbled apologies and agreed to bury the hatchet for the time being. Heero placed a hand on Trowa's arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Sorry. We're just anxious. We didn't realize how loud we were being." Trowa smiled at him before turning his attention back to the road. "I know. I didn't mean to snap. It's just my stomach is twisting up in knots and it's getting worse the closer we get to Quat." "We're all pretty high-strung right now, buddy," Duo assured him. "Man, I'm hornier than a two-peckered billy goat, so don't feel bad. I feel like I'm gonna bust a nut if I so much as look at my dick. I can't stop thinking about what's gonna happen and I'm scared to death to find out what Quat's news is." Heero glanced over at Trowa and observed the tight set of his jaw. "You already know, don't you?" Trowa nodded stiffly. "Most of it. I think he told me all the important stuff." "Is it bad?" Duo asked, leaning forward a little to watch the green eyes reflected in the rearview mirror, dark and stormy with conflicting emotions. Trowa worried his lip between his teeth as he tried to figure out the best way to answer that. Unfortunately, it was virtually impossible to describe this strange series of events in two words, or less. "It's...complicated." "That's a very vague response," Wufei pointed out. "I honestly can't say it's bad. Not for me, at least. I guess you'll have to be the judge for yourselves." Heero's expression was an odd mix of curiosity and acceptance, as if he'd already come to terms with the situation despite not even knowing what it was. But that was Heero for you. Like Trowa, he was highly adaptable to new and unfamiliar circumstances. "It's permanent, isn't it? This connection with Quatre, I mean. This need we all have for him. It's not something that's going to be solved after today." "No," Trowa confirmed with a shake of his head. "It's not going to be solved after today. This is permanent." "Quat mentioned that it had something to do with Newtypes," Duo said. "He said I was a Newtype. Why would he say that?" "Because you are," Trowa told him, glancing back at him in the rearview mirror. "We all are." "How come I'm only just now hearing about this then? Besides, even if we are, what does it have to do with whatever this is?" "It has everything to do with it, Duo. That's why this happened." Duo flopped back against the seat and groaned, slapping a frustrated hand over his eyes. "I'm so confused. I hate being confused. It sucks donkey balls." "For once, I agree with you," Wufei told him. Trowa slowed the car to a stop and shifted the gear into 'park' before turning to look at the three of them. "Well boys, you're about to find out really soon. We're here." *** Quatre sat on a stool with his cheek on the counter, watching the tap-tap-tap of his fingers as they drummed in time with Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree by Lee 'Scratch' Perry. "Maybe I should put on some Barry White instead," he mused. "Seems kind of wrong to have an orgy while Christmas music is playing in the background." You really think baby Jesus is going to give a damn what music you're getting off to? I guarantee you there's Jesus porn somewhere on the internet. I think you're the least of his problems. "Now there's a visual I'd like to bleach out of my brain for the rest of eternity." Indeed. By the way, our Alphas are here. Quatre's head shot up in alarm. "They are?" They're inside the building. They're on their way up. Adrenaline zinged through his veins and propelled him off the stool. "Oh, god. Oh, shit. Okay, okay. I can do this, right?" Of course you can, you neurotic fool. Jeez, you fight in a war for two years without batting an eye, but when faced with sex, you turn into a pearl-clutching bride on her wedding night. Relax. He took a deep breath in and then let it out slowly. It did help, if only a little. "Okay. Alright, I'm ready. I got this." I got you, okay? We're in this together. He nodded, strangely comforted by that. "Thanks." Why, Quatre! Am I detecting a hint of gratitude somewhere in here? "Don't let it go to your head - or...my head. I don't know...whatever." The Omega was kind enough to inform him once they'd reached his floor and he waited anxiously in front of the door, jumpy and increasingly aroused. He could sense their approach now that they were so close and wondered if they could feel him, too. Probably. He was pretty sure he was giving off enough pheromones to alert every Alpha within the district, if there were any. His Eroyica gland had been triggered by their approach and it kicked into high gear, producing so much slick that it began to run down the backs of his legs. As his arousal spiked, the nervousness began to dissipate and in its place stood a fully-fledged Omega, chin held high and shoulders square. Confident in his ability to please his Alphas. Yes. There you go. This is how you were meant to be. Do not fear them, or yourself. Let your instincts guide you. Your body knows exactly what to do. Trust it...trust me. When the doorbell rang, he stepped forward and reached for the chain lock with a surprisingly steady hand. He could feel the power on the other side of the door, each with their own distinct signatures and pulsing with virile dominance. The energy seemed to seep through the reinforced steel, searching for his own which responded in kind. It curled like wisps of smoke, weaving between theirs by way of reassurance. It communicated in ways he was not verbally capable of at the moment, whispering in a soft, gentle promise. I'm here. It's alright now. I'm all yours. I'll give you what you need. All you have to do is reach out and take it. He felt the answering pulse, a surge of wicked lust that took his breath away and spurred his Eroyica gland to release another rush of fluid. He fumbled with the deadbolt, turned the handle, and swung the door open, his body instantly flaming with heat as he took in the flared nostrils and dilated pupils of his Alphas. Follow your instincts and they will follow theirs. Quatre graced them with a demure curl of his lips and a flirtatious bat of his long eyelashes. "Hey, guys. Is there something I can help you with?" He stepped back and watched as four grown men flailed, pushed, and kicked in their attempts to be the first through the door. After a short scuffle, Trowa pushed his way through and the other three stumbled in after him. Quatre stared up at him, now a mere two feet away, and wondered why the hell they'd waited so long to get together. He toyed with the opened collar of his shirt, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down the edge. "See something you like?" "Quat...you look -" Trowa's hands lifted from his sides and reached out for him, needing to touch, to hold. "Fuckable," Duo supplied behind him. Quatre quirked a brow, feeling uncannily like Sandra Dee post-transformation. "Tell me about it, stud. Better yet...can you show me?" It was as if Trowa had only been holding back just long enough for a verbal confirmation. When it came, he sprung into action, closing the distance between them in one long-legged step. Quatre had barely enough time to pull his shirt over his head and toss it behind him before he was captured in the larger man's arms and held tight against his chest. Trowa buried his face in Quatre's neck and mouthed at the soft flesh. "I can smell you," he rasped, hand moving down the curve of the blond's back to grab a pert ass cheek. Quatre's breath hitched as Trowa inched his fingers inward, sliding through the slick that coated his skin. "I could smell you a mile away. I could smell this." Another body pressed up against his back, followed by the hard press of Heero's still-clothed cock questing between his buttocks. "Did you save all this sweetness for us?" He tipped his head back, seeking kisses that Heero was all too happy to give. "Mmm-hmm. Who else would it be for?" "Better not be anyone," Duo hissed into his ear and then dipped his head to suck the delicate lobe into his mouth. "No one else. Ever." Quatre yelped in surprise when Trowa grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his head and pulled until his neck arched painfully. He panted through clenched teeth as the man's mouth descended on his vulnerable throat and licked a long line from his collarbone to his chin. "You'd better remember that. Remember who you belong to." His feet left the floor before he could even summon a response and the room tilted to a ninety degree angle as he was laid flat on his back on the carpet. He instinctively opened his legs, his consent given freely with such sweet surrender, and shivered when Trowa took the initiative and kissed his way down Quatre's body until he reached his prize. Quatre's eyes rolled dizzily beneath fluttering lashes at the first brush of tongue against his opening. It was the catalyst that launched him spiraling headlong into his role and if he'd still harbored any doubts that any of this was real, it dissolved instantly upon that first moment of contact. His back arched, his hips pushed forward, and his throat released a broken cry as the first taste of slick spurred Trowa's Alpha instincts into full throttle. With a growl, he shoved the blond's legs out of the way and pressed his face into the apex between his trembling thighs in a desperate attempt to get as much into his mouth as possible. They'd already reached the point of no return, no longer capable of stopping under any circumstance. Quatre couldn't have cared less if an all-out nuclear war was underway. He reached down and fisted his hands in Trowa's hair, pushing down on his head to keep him in place. He was quickly approaching what would be the first of several orgasms and he tugged on the hair that was tangled between his fingers, communicating a clear warning. 'Don't you dare stop.' Another hand grabbed his chin and tilted his head to the right. He pried his eyelids open and stared blearily into Duo's eyes, so close he could see that his indigo irises were nearly eclipsed by the inky black of his pupils. "That feel good, baby? We've been waitin' all week for this. To get a taste of you again. Looks like you were just as eager, huh? You like that, don't ya?" A few tears spilled down over his temples and he nodded deliriously as Trowa's mouth brought him closer and closer towards climax. Just a few more seconds...just a little more. Oh god, I'm almost there. Almost th - Trowa abruptly pulled away just as he'd reached the pinnacle and he very nearly roared with fury. He floundered, his hands grasping empty air while he prepared to launch a litany of curses in every language he could think of. No! No no no, you bastards! You can't leave me like - oh, fuck! Oh - oh my god... There had been some brief and silent form of communication between them that he wasn't privy to, but to his relief, they did not leave him hanging. Wufei took Trowa's place as the other man moved up to kneel behind Quatre's tousled head. He caught a bony wrist in each of his hands and pinned them to the floor, using his upper body strength to keep them restrained. Quatre's body quaked with denied orgasm and he stared down at Wufei between the 'V' of his spread legs in a soundless plea, one that Wufei interpreted perfectly. With a sinister gleam in his black eyes, he lowered his head and made Quatre come so hard, he was convinced he'd lost a few IQ points. *** He couldn't remember how, or when he'd ended up bent over the arm of his sofa with his face pressed into the cushions, but at the end of the day, did it really matter? He'd already had four - or maybe it was five - orgasms wrung out of him and Trowa was busy making up for lost time with round two. Quatre's body had gone boneless with exhaustion sometime after his third climax and though it didn't seem possible that he could come again, the pistoning force of Trowa's cock was beginning to prove his theory wrong. His entire lower half, from the small of his back to the heels of his feet felt waterlogged from being drenched in slick for the past - how long had it been? At least an hour, if not two. After being fucked on the floor, both on his back and with his ass high in the air, against the wall courtesy of Heero and then Wufei, and now over the arm of his couch, it was probably smeared all over the room and he had no clue how he was going to clean it all up. Look at the bright side. If you hadn't marked your territory all over this apartment yet, it's no longer a problem now. Way to make me feel like a dog pissing on every fire hydrant it comes across, he griped. No, I think that would be your Alphas. I'm surprised you're not all stiff like dried glue. You're disgusting, you know - oh - you know th - at? Oh, fuck! "Oh, fuck," he groaned into the cushions as another orgasm swept through his body. His eyes rolled dizzily and his hips twitched from the maddening stimulation...and still, Trowa kept fucking into him with no signs of slowing. I don't - don't know how much more I can t - ake. Oh, god...it's too much. You'd better get that thought out of your head. There is no such thing as 'too much'. You think this is too much? Wait until they're rutting. This could go on for days during a rut. I'm just...I'm so tired. My body is spent. Then rest. There's no rule that says you can't rest, but this will not be over until they are satisfied. I'll carry you through it. Just let yourself go and I'll take up the slack. You've earned it. Too exhausted to argue, his eyes drifted closed and he allowed the vigorous rocking motion to lull him into a drowsy, trance-like state. Not asleep, but suspended in that hazy realm where one is neither conscious, nor unconscious, like the transition of twilight that occurs between day and night. Trusting the Omega to take over long enough for him to gather his bearings was not an easy thing to do. Odd considering it resided inside his mind, but it was still new and unfamiliar despite the fact that he was gradually becoming more comfortable with its presence. Despite the fact that it had always been there. Putting his trust in Trowa, Heero, Duo, and Wufei however, was a no-brainer. He trusted them more than he did himself. Putting his body, his life in their hands required no hesitation, no second guessing. If the Omega did anything untoward, they would never stand for it whether they were under their Alphas' influence, or not. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he'd drifted off, but he snapped to awareness once again when Trowa's weight pressed him hard against the couch. He felt the man empty himself with a final push of his hips and a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated against his ear. "I love you so much, Quat. I always have." Elated to finally hear the words he'd been waiting so long for, he preened and affectionately pressed his head back against Trowa's. See? That wasn't so hard, now was it? *** The afterglow was so much better than last time, mainly because no one put him to sleep and he hadn't passed out from exhaustion. He smiled dreamily, warm and sated within the cocoon of Trowa's arms and gently combed his fingers through Heero's disheveled hair which lay haphazardly over his thigh. On the floor in front of the television, Duo and Wufei were sprawled like two kindergartners during nap time. The easy silence of the room was broken only by the Christmas music playing softly through the speakers and an occasional snore from Duo. Quatre turned his head and grinned at Trowa over his shoulder. "At least it wasn't me who conked out this time." Trowa inched forward and pressed a kiss against his mouth. "Are you alright?" "Oh, I'm fine. Great, actually. I feel surprisingly refreshed and relaxed." "You know, I meant what I said, don't you? Back when...I mean, it wasn't just the heat of the moment, or anything. I really do love you." "I know you do, you big lug," Quatre teased, kissing the tip of his nose. "I've always known." "I'm sorry I waited so long to say it." "Better late than never," he chirped, admiring the beauty of Trowa's face. The high cheekbones, the slightly curved slope of his nose, and the sharp lines of his jaw worked together to construct a face that could only have been carved by Michelangelo's loving hands. "You're so beautiful. And you have festive eyes, you know that?" Trowa's brows knitted together in confusion. "I have what now?" "Festive eyes. You know, that deep green like a Balsam Fir, or - or maybe a Blue Spruce. And when the lights hit them just right, they sparkle like Christmas trees." "Well then, I guess I'm glad I could contribute to your decorative theme here," Trowa said with a grin. "Speaking of which, do you have some new obsession with Christmas I don't know about?" Quatre groaned and buried his face in the cushion. "This is not my proudest moment, okay? I needed a distraction." He could feel Trowa laughing against his back before he said, "Hey, I'm not judging. That giant bear is a nice touch." He blushed even harder. "That was an impulse buy. I've always loved the Coca-Cola bear and when I saw it, I knew I had to have it. I didn't even question it until I got it home." Trowa chuckled and nuzzled the back of his head. "You're adorable and you did a beautiful job decorating...even if it does look like the North Pole in here." "I don't know about the North Pole. I think I might have made Santa green with envy." "At least it goes with your color scheme." On the floor a few feet away, Duo let out a loud snore and then coughed a little, prompting Wufei who was curled on his side to roll over and deliver a swift kick to the other man's back. Duo's head shot up and he smacked his lips as he glanced around, looking rumpled and lost. His gaze landed on the Coca-Cola bear and he squinted in confusion. "Which circle of Hell is this?" "The ninth," Quatre retorted dryly. "Welcome to eternal damnation. My name is Satan Clause and I'll be your host and tour guide. Ho ho ho." Trowa snickered into his shoulder as Duo turned bleary eyes on him. "Do I smell food?" "I'm surprised it took you this long to notice. It's in the kitchen." "Yeah, sorry. I was a little distracted by a different smell, if you know what I'm sayin'." Quatre glanced at Trowa over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice the high flush of his cheeks. "Are you hungry?" "Actually, yes. Didn't realize it until now. I didn't eat last night, or this morning because I was a nervous wreck." "I have brunch all set up. I decided we would just eat here since it's more casual and private, you know? Is that alright?" "It's perfect," Trowa whispered, leaning down to kiss him. "And you're pretty when you blush." "Jesus, Quat," Duo bellowed from the kitchen. "You got enough food in here to feed an army!" There was a brief pause and then, "Holy shit, you got a train in here, too?!" "I'd better get in there before he breaks something," Quatre mumbled, pushing himself upright and lightly tapping Heero's cheek. "Heero, wake up. You want some food?" When there was no response, he tried again. "You want some coffee?" "Mmph...don't tease me, Quatre." "Now why would I tease you about that? I promise you there is a full pot of fresh coffee waiting in the kitchen. I even used that special brew you love so much so you'd better go get some before Duo drinks it all." In a flash, Heero was wide awake and heading for the kitchen with a clipped, "If he does, he's dead meat." Quatre admired the glorious view of his bare ass before it disappeared around the corner and then wiped the drool from his thigh. "That was easy enough." Trowa laughed as he climbed off the sofa. "You just have to speak his language." He glanced over at the still-sleeping Wufei and then back at Quatre. "You go ahead. I'll get Fei up." "Thank you," he said gratefully, stepping closer for a quick kiss. "You're the best." "I know you are, but what am I?"
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