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"Halfway to Sublimity"Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: When Duo moves to a new town on the river,
he meets a young man running the river and a rich boy who seems nice.
Maybe he'll settle down for awhile, or maybe not. "Halfway to Sublimity" Chapter Seventeen Quatre, Duo, Quatre, Wufei, Quatre (POV) "I won't make this difficile fo you, mon ami. My... sister... she and I'll be out of your house in de mornin'. De circus'll be close enough by dat time and we'll move into a caravan. You've been very charitable and I'm in your debt." "Trowa! Do you know whom you are speaking to? This is me, Quatre! You sound like a stranger. Listen, you have to know that you are welcome to stay here... forever. Consider this your home." "Home? I've got no home. I'm de trader an' its time to move on. I'll work fo de circus 'til I get de money to buy a skiff." "But that will take you far away. The circus will be out of the Kingdom of Sanc by winter!" "Den so will I." "Trowa! What about us? What we have? Don't act like you have forgotten everything. We made love on that very bed!" "Look, I don't know," Trowa said less certain, his voice revealing the frustration Quatre guessed he felt. "It's just... It's just not dat big of deal to me, sex isn't. I know you think differently dan I do, an I'm sorry. But to me, having sex wit' someone is no big mystery; it's not somet'ing dat feels sacred or symbolic to me. I know you t'ink it should stand for somet'ing, but I guess I just don't know w'at it's supposed to stand for. Maybe I'll find somet'ing deeper. Maybe a woman. And I hope I'll know de difference w'en I do. But w'at I'm up to is just, you know, fucking." Liar! I know you are lying! "That's obvious," Quatre said, suppressing a sob with a voice almost clinical in its cool exactitude. "Very obvious." "Okay, it's obvious. I get it." "It's also kind of too bad," Quatre said, standing up, facing Trowa now. "Not to be harsh, but it is. I wanted more for us than that - now and always. It's possible. Duo and Heero have it, so I know two men can make love work." "Not everyone can have w'at Duo and Heero have," Trowa said, looking up at Quatre, then away, but not fast enough. Quatre saw the sadness in his eyes and felt awash in the waves of Trowa's anguish. "Dat's somet'ing I've just come to accept." Bullshit! "Trowa, you're only eighteen. So am I! We have a lifetime ahead of us." "Did you ever t'ink that maybe w'at dey have is de exception, and not de rule?" Of course it is, but I want it anyway! "Let's not go round and round about this," Quatre said, beginning to turn away, but then stopping and looking at Trowa again, his eyes calmer now. "Okay?" "Fine," Trowa said, standing up. "Fine." "I love you very much Trowa," Quatre said. He closed in and cupped the side of Trowa's face with his hand scrutinized the tired, handsome features. His intensity caused Trowa to blush. "And I'm proud of you for having made so much of a very difficult life. I just can't believe you're walking away. Leaving me and all...this!" "It's de way, simple as dat." "But..." Trowa turned his back to Quatre and fumbled for matches and a smoke. "Just be careful," Quatre said. "What looks simple at first rarely stays that way very long, and that includes fucking." Quatre left the room before he broke down. (o) "That doesn't sound good," Duo said. "That was too fast for making up. I got this bad feeling Trowa's playing mind games with Quat, an' he is not the guy to mess with that way, I can tell you." "You should go to him," Heero said. "Winner's plan needs us all to carry out the assignment. Ah, not to mention you should help him get through this." "What's Trowa's problem?" Catherine asked. "Isn't he a free man? Shouldn't he be happy, grateful for the help?" "Trowa is in a bad way," Wufei said. It was Wufei's turn to summarize the situation, Duo thought. He appeared to enjoy playing lawyer. He would let the scholar dissertate, while he thought out what to do about the problem. "Think for a minute. When we first met him, he was a loner, trading goods, getting by and hiding from Dekim Barton. In an effort to provide aid to us, he was injured, and put out of work. He was obviously living on the edge for sometime. God knows how long he had been on the run from Dekim Barton. He hadn't a coin of the realm on him. And suddenly he's disabled, and then his possessions and skiff get stolen. He's had to hide out like a coward and mince about dressed as a woman in Winner's shadow. Whatever his sexual orientation is, being exclusively homosexual may not suit him. Being totally dependent on others certainly does not. Then to top it off, he is wrongly accused, jailed, and humiliated. No man wants to be seen as helpless. We freed him, but he is still a marked man and has no means to earn a living. He cannot take more charity from Winner-- that is for certain." Catherine cut in. "I was serious about inviting him back into the circus. He is a very talented performer." "But you don't know the extent of his injuries! If he doesn't think he can perform, what must the man be thinking?" "That's it then!" Duo slapped his hands on the table and stood. "I'm gonna have a little chat with the boys and fix things." As he climbed the stairs to Trowa's room, he chattered on. "No one's been as down and out as me. I know the bottom of the pit and have crawled out." Duo didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and stuck in his head. "Tro'? Do not fucking move. I'll be back." Next, he opened doors until he located Quatre. "Quat? Buddy of mine, let Duo Maxwell heal all wounds and teach the mute to talk." "Oh, Duo, I'm not in the mood." "You think he dumped you, but that's just what he wants you to believe. He wants you to hate him as much as he hates himself and then be rid of him so he can stew in his misery with his black-and-blue ego safely shielded from your pity, or something along those lines." "Don't you think I know that?! I'm an empath, or has that gotten by my perceptive buddy somehow?" "You being sarcastic?" "Never. Now go away." "Not until you come with me. Gotta face this now." Duo won and dragged a reluctant Quatre back to Trowa's room. "Tro'? I ain't even askin' permission. I'm here to set you both straight." Quatre groaned. "Rephrase that. Please." Trowa stood as they entered the room. He moved stiffly, but he moved without a cane, Duo noted. "I told Quatre that not everyone gets a fairytale ending." Quatre moaned. "Was that on purpose? The homosexual references?" "No." Both Duo and Trowa were in agreement on that. "Listen to me," Duo went on to say. "You've run into some rough times." "No shit," Trowa drawled, tossing his cigarette butt out the window. He hitched his weaker leg onto the sill and sat, balanced on the narrow ledge. Duo hoped the man's talents ran to tightrope acts. It was a long drop to the ground outside. "But you're not stealing food from the trash to eat, sleeping in boxes. I have. You haven't been reduced to selling your body for your next meal, me neither, but I got damned close. Too fucking close. You have the bad fortune of having Dekim-fucking-Barton on your ass, but Quat's got this plan to bring him down, or have you conveniently forgotten saying you were gonna help with that?" "I ain't fogot." "Good. I was hoping you hadn't gone brain dead held up in that cell. So, where was I? Oh, yeah, me. I'd sunk rock bottom with a certain slide to hell, when I gotta helping hand from a pug-ugly angel." "Howard, huh?" "Yep! Lucky me. He gave me a job and a place to hang my hat." "An' kicked yo ass out from w'at I kin tell." "When I needed to move on! That's door's still open, but he could tell I had a future elsewhere. Point being-" "Glad to hear you have a point." "I always do. I don't just talk to hear myself speak, ya know. My point here is that I couldn't get out of the pit I'd got stuck in without a helping hand. Sure it's a punch in the gut. I had to suck up my pride and accept it all, and then work my tail off paying off my debt." "Dis applies to me, you t'ink?" "Damned right. You got a passel of friends to watch your back, gorgeous guy for you to lean on, even a handy-dandy sister to call family." Duo watched Trowa scan the rug to Quatre's feet and follow the path to his face. Quatre nodded fractionally. Go on, Duo mentally urged him on. "I'm stronger than I look," Quatre whispered. Trowa swung his legs into the room and hopped off the window in a single graceful move. "I'm not." "Aw, shit you two! Talk! Talk! You know why Heero and I get along so well? I will tell you. 'Ro and I don't play games. We share what's on our minds and don't make up barriers to cut one another off. We also haven't had the tough breaks you guys have had, so we've had an easier go of it--" "Dat's fo sure." "But that's no excuse for you being assholes. What's important is what we do for each other what we do because we care. I put him first in my mind and he treats me like I'm the most important thing in his life. Ya gotta understand. All my life I've been fighting the odds. Sometimes I can hardly believe my luck! I found someone to love and to love me despite the odds, which, I was told, were about one in a million. I know it's not that bad now, but when you're looking for that one guy it seems impossible." Duo stopped to catch his breath and let his words sink in a little bit. "'Nuff 'bout me. Now, talk. Quatre, you first. Just one gripe." "I wanted to be there and support you when you were in jail. But you shut me off, Trowa. That hurt so much." "Okay, Trowa, your turn." "I ain't wort' shit. It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep." Quatre flew to him and buried his face in his chest, arms wrapping Trowa in a tight embrace. Duo though it was a good thing Trowa was on his own two feet, not teetering on the windowsill. "You are not a g-goat and I'm not some damned sheep. You make me feel like a man, Trowa. A special man who could do anything! At least... I could. Now, I don't feel like I can even leave this house again. Not without you being there for me! Don't you see? I have money and... and ... things. What I have never had was my heart's delight, a lover, someone who loves me. And I know you didn't mean what you said before. You said I meant nothing to you because you meant to hurt me, to make me turn you out. But I. Know. Differently!" Trowa shook his head, causing his long bangs to fall over the side of his face. He was hiding a tiny smile. "You do, huh?" "Yes. I do." Quatre dropped his arms and stepped back a ways. He folded his arms over his chest and looked terribly serious. "Den, you know I won't wear doz dresses anymo?" "I don't even want to pretend we aren't lovers. AND... I have a -" "Don't tell me-- a plan?" Trowa chuckled. "Well, yes. I have a plan. That's what I do best. I plan. It was something Duo said to me that got me thinking. I know how to get the anti-homosexuality laws off the books, and I will do it." Trowa pushed the door open. "It's time for you to go now, Duo. Quatre and I kin take it from here juss fine now." "Yes, thank you Duo for-" "Kicking your asses, yeah, no problemo. I'll just mosey on along and trust you two will find a way to reconnect." Duo flashed them a toothy grin and then dashed out. (o) "How is your leg, Trowa? Being cramped in that small cell can't have helped your recovery." "I kin walk." "You're stiff. Wufei knows ancient Chinese massage. Did you know that?" "No." "Hmm. And he taught me some wonderful techniques for loosening you up. Then you need to stretch and get those muscles in shape." "I suppose you have a plan fo dat too?" "Oh, I'm coming up with one as we speak. Do you like flowers?" "I'm 'fraid to answer dat." "Hmm, well. This room's too stuffy. I know a much better place to take this...discussion. Trust me?" "No matter w'at, I do trust you." "Good." Clasping hands with the reticent Trowa felt good, and Quatre could read his subtler feelings better with the contact. "I have something to show you." Quatre smiled and tugged his arm until he lumbered out the door. "How can you want me? I have not'ing. I'm a marked man. A real li-a-bil-itee." Enough of that! Quatre shoved the taller man against the hall wall, hard enough to shift a picture frame. It listed several degrees, but didn't fall, nor did Trowa. If the ornate picture frame did come loose, it would land on Trowa's head. But, instead, Quatre's ancestor frowned from his portraiture at a precarious angle. Tough. Trowa had an armful of Quatre and his fine, silky hair brushed his nose. Quatre snuggled, licked his jaw found a smooth stretch of bare neck. "Hey! You bit me!" "You are certainly marked now!" Quatre giggled when Trowa' eyebrows shot up into his bangs. His cool demeanor was "shot to hell," Quatre thought using Duo's terminology, and giggled more at that revelation. He knew what he felt and what Trowa felt for him was skyrocketing lust and love. He hiccupped and giggled more. "You goin' détraqué (crazy), mon ami?" "Over you!" he blurted out. Quatre favored him with a silly grin before yanking him away from the wall and dragging him down the back stairs to the rear exit. The sunlight was blinding. Quatre hurried them beneath a long trellis running the back of the great stone house. He headed for one of the greenhouses. "This is my favorite place to hide. With the windows open, the heat's bearable. I can lie under the palms and feel like I'm back in the L4 colony sector. Do you like it?" "Yeah," Trowa said. He was gaping at the tall palms undulating in the breeze and the scores of colorful, rare flowering plants he'd never seen before. "Paradise." "Almost, or it could be. I can try and mold the perfect future, but without you there to share it with me, what's the purpose? "Damn, yer mushy." "Oh, I can go absolutely liquid. Just watch." Quatre picked one of the flowers, a pink and white orchid, and stuck it in his hair over an ear. "It's not a great present unless it's wrapped in a way that says WOW!" Trowa smiled. "I love unwrapping t'ings." "Go ahead. I know the perfect flower...bed." Trowa laughed and slapped the teasing man's fine linen-clad ass. "You are relentless." "Umm, hmm." "How can you be so sure?" Quatre did not have to look up. He could feel Trowa's eyes searching his for answers. "You have a kind soul, Trowa, and it ignites me inside. Make love to me, please?" When they had had sex in the past, Quatre had been the one in charge. Today would be different, he decided. If Trowa was to heal and ever be his equal, he would have to relinquish some of his control. So, Quatre loosened his tie, and then allowed Trowa to remove his clothes and lower him to the soft, moss-covered ground. The feel of those rough calloused hands all over his body prickled his nerves, causing him to tremble. "You unfold like a flower," Trowa began. "Ummm...go on." Trowa kissed the soft exposed neck skin. "You are as soft as a milk maid," Trowa said, growling in his ear. "Ugh, that's disgusting!" Quatre made a face and slugged at Trowa's arm in a very un-maidenly manner. As a result, Trowa laughed, and ran his hand up between his thighs. He rolled the pink balls and massaged the sensitive skin behind. He pushed two fingers past the waiting opening. "An' loose as a whore." "Ah!" Quatre released a surprised gasp and widened eyes as Trowa immediately entered him for the first time. He clutched at the body on top and held on. Trowa smiled down at him as the fist-tight grip of tender taut resistance gave way and he push-slipped-slid slowly inside. Trowa felt impossibly large. Quatre's breath came in fast, thin pants, and then Trowa filled him completely. The sensation so utterly different and new fueled his passion beyond his imagining. Quatre did not last long. The act was over soon, but not too soon to thrill. His orgasm had been sudden and loud, setting off Trowa's. He felt Trowa pressed heavily atop him, quake, and curse, stammering into his skin, "Oh fuck, Quatre. Oh...my...fucking...fuck, fuck, fuck!" He hardly slowed down, bucking hard. Quatre dug his heels into the small of his lover's back, pulling them together tighter, not wanting him to stop. But he did, finally falling limp and gasping. "Quatre." "I love you, Trowa. Do you understand that now?" "Yeah, mon ami. Mais qui. An', Quatre, know dat I do love you." Quatre felt heat on the back of his neck like something crawling there; he knew that he was blushing as he thought about what he and Trowa had done. He coughed a short embarrassed laugh into his fist, looked around, and then ran his right hand quickly through his hair. In theory, stripped of its specific details, he knew that messing around with a guy was not something he should feel the need to hide, especially when it felt so right. But- But what? It had been love at first sight. He had flirted with Trowa, or fiercely flirted, once he realized that Trowa was interested in him that way. The flirting became a competition - the sexy banter, the double-entendres, winks and touches - all in fun. In a few days, when that first playful kissing in his carriage had turned into playful fondling, hands on top of clothes and then under, the tempting thrill of his mouth on Trowa's skin, the confident licks, nips, and kisses had been too much, Trowa lost the will to say "no." But that was in the past. This time Trowa had wanted him. When Trowa finally had him stripped of his clothes, naked and hard in his hand, then in his mouth, seduction became sex, then finally fucking. It had felt dangerous and deeply satisfying in equal measures, like breaking a rule and not being caught. But what rule had he broken? What rule really? "You were sayin' somet'ing 'bout dat Chinese miracle massage?" Trowa asked. "You want more?!" (o) "Well, this has been too long a day for me," Wufei announced. "I'll stop back in tomorrow," he added to the young woman who called herself Catherine Bloom, Trowa's long lost sister. "Nice meeting you and thanks," she said to his retreating back. The ride back to his humble apartment should help clear his mind. Wufei was certain. It had before. What a long day! Freeing Trowa had set him adrift on a sea of adrenalin, long worn off. Now he was floating on sadness-- so close sinking into a familiar feeling of depression. He sorely missed the company of Miss Hilde. He had formed an attachment. It wasn't to be denied. But she lived there and he here, and fall was coming and with it his teaching responsibilities. How would they continue? Although his meager teacher's stipend was insufficient to support Hilde, he would be no better off quitting. Well, at least he could move and live in Serendipity. And do what? Maybe they could use a lawyer? He'd have to bone up on the local laws, but how much effort would that take? Practically none for a man with a mind such as his. This pleasing new possibility for a future made him feel better. Wufei stabled his horse and walked the rest of the way home humming a tune and holding his head high. The box by his door held two letters and a colorful advertisement. He tore open the envelope from Hilde first. Just reading it brought a smile to his lips and he set to writing her reply at once. "Dear Miss Hilde, "Yes, all is well that ends well. The plan worked! Trowa Barton is free unless Middie Une shows up unexpectedly. "You say that Middie has had a breakthrough or a break down. I take it that you are poking fun at her situation. Clarify. My concern is for your safety first and her sanity second. Can you leave her with the other Sweepers and come visit? "Yes, the circus is coming and since you are interested in seeing the show, a visit to Sublimity very soon is necessary." Wufei picked up one of the numerous playbills advertising the coming event. It read: 'Combination Transcontinental Circus, Magnificent Golden Menagerie, and the Cosmographic Caravan Troupe of Performers.' He copied that out and added his own discourse. "Naturally, I did not make this up.I suppose these titles are meant to be taken seriously, even though in all probability they are inspirations from the productive mind of a press agent. The writer has created a unique style of writing. Oh, listen to this. It reads, 'a congestion of amusement' and 'a resonant tantara of merriment'. Words just get pumped into copy like air into a balloon, tinseled, splashed, and alliterated, creating ballyhoo through a most colorful rhetoric. So, you must join me here and see the stupendous wonders under the 'big top.' "You will come, I hope. I will contact Winner and arrange for your stay. You will meet Barton's sister. I think you will like her. She is very outspoken. "I miss you, too. "Yours, "Chang Wufei." He read over his note and found it satisfactory. While not overly sentimental, the words conveyed the necessary information and feelings he sought. He ran out to the docks, located a postal boat, and sent his letter on its merry way. He dropped in a pocket saloon for a beer and read the letter from Lieutenant Zechs Merquise. "Chang Wufei- "I understand Mr. Winner is mourning his loss in his room. He isn't answering his mail in any case. I question the Yuy-Maxwell residence security, since their place was broken into, so I will correspond with you and trust you will transmit any pertinent information to them." What followed was a detail update on the bridge building activities. Wufei scanned it quickly. He smiled at the conclusion. "I am already facing opposition. It's fantastic!" Wufei picked up his pen and wrote, "Winner's back. Come see the circus. We can talk there." Again, he made the trip to the dock and posted his letter for the next day's delivery, having missed the last boat out this time. Wufei drew a deep breath and thought he smelled wood smoke and something new. Something of the fall season. He felt a weight lifting from his heart. No matter what was to come, he was not facing an unknown future alone. He had comrades and a lover. He wanted so much to have a wife and achieve complete maturity. Even his family would have to be proud of his accomplishments. If they ever found out. Even if they did not, his ancestors would know. (o) The weather had taken an abrupt turn. Gone was the smothering summer heat. The early morning air held the crisp, sharp smells of drying leaves. Quatre and Trowa spent the day together doing nothing in particular, but managed to have a full day. They went for a long walk into the middle of the city, explored the shops, and even found a museum to walk through. It was getting a little chilly with September's arrival, but not cold enough that they needed coats. Instead, they escaped the cool weather by slipping into a cozy bakery that also served soups, sandwiches, and coffee. Trowa and Quatre both ordered the clam chowder, which came in a bread bowl. At one point, Quatre noticed a little soup on his handsome boyfriend's chin, and reached over the table with his napkin and wiped it clean. Trowa ducked his head and smiled shyly. "I swear my body temperature just rose three hundred degrees," Quatre admitted in a low voice. "Well, okay, I'm not sure how high it went. I don't care. I'm just so happy." When they left the bakery, they held hands and walked in and out of the various millinery, glove, and jewelry stores on the lane. The temperature dropped in the breeze and Quatre shivered. "I have this overwhelming urge to keep you warm," Trowa said. To Quatre's surprise, Trowa wrapped an arm around over his shoulder while they strolled. Quatre rested his head against his shoulder and sighed before the arm returned to Trowa's side. "Let's go home." Quatre agreed. They made enough of a public display for one day. He could not stop himself from kissing Trowa on the lips a few times in the carriage ride through his Watergardens estate. Once in the privacy of their home, Quatre called a servant to draw a hot bath. Time to relax. Quatre was first to get into the tub. He rested against the back of the tub and watched with amusement as Trowa climbed in, folded his long legs, and crouched down to ease himself with the greatest care into the hot water. "You are limber as when I first met you," Quatre said. "Juss 'bout." Trowa rested on his hands and carefully lowered his butt to rest on the bottom of the tub. "Damned hot. You have extra padding or somethin'?" "L4 heat tolerance," Quatre told him. He reached out and rested his hands on Trowa's shoulders. He was about to pull Trowa closer to snuggle in the tub, when his lover suddenly slid all the way down to the end of the tub and completely submerged himself in the water. When he came back up, he turned and tossed Quatre a smile. "Trowa!" "Yeah?" His wet hair plastered itself to his face; Quatre raked the bangs out of his eyes. "Come here." Trowa slid around, pressing his back up against Quatre's chest. "Oh! It's hard for me to describe how much I enjoy the feel of your smooth, wet body against mine. I'll just say that it was one of the best feelings in the world. Even better than the best sex I can imagine. That's right. This is better than sex." "Well, it lasts longer," Trowa said with a chuckle. "As we become more accustomed to one another, we'll be able to hold out longer." Quatre embraced him and closed his eyes as Trowa's head fell back to rest against his left shoulder. Quatre trembled when his warm, sweet breath brushed his neck. "Dis is nice," Trowa said with a sigh. Quatre whimpered before reciprocating. "Oooh. I love you, Trowa." His embrace tightened. "I'm glad we're here right now." "Me too, mon ami," Trowa said with certainty. And for a time, nothing more was said. Not another word. The two lovers sat quietly in the tub, content to be close to each other. Quatre concentrated on the rise and fall of Trowa's chest, the sound of his breathing, taking note of each time his firm chest heaved up and down, and prayed that Trowa would decide to stay, in his home, forever. They rested until the water grew tepid. Quatre thought only of the last few days. At some point, the pair established that Quatre slept on the left side of the bed and Trowa took the right side. Of course, it did not really matter who slept on which side, because Quatre always wound up in the middle with his arms wrapped tightly around Trowa, who loved to be spooned. Sometimes, they slept in the nude, but just as often they didn't. It was a silent but mutual decision when they shed their clothes before bed. Of course, sleeping in the nude did not automatically lead to sex, either. The water grew decidedly cool. "I'm warm and safe under the covers," Quatre said, hinting that it was time to move. He felt something special about sleeping in the nude with Trowa, their bodies pressed together and their breathing bringing each other comfort. Sensual, no doubt, but not sexual. Like this, but warmer. And what was better, Trowa understood, didn't he? Yes, he did; Quatre knew. "I don't always need to have sex wid you to have de feelings I get after we do have sex. Dere be times at night when I wake and rejoice that this beautiful person is sleeping wid me. Like de feeling I get from sex, but no sex has taken place. Does dat make sense?" "Yes." Talk to me! Talk more! "Dos are de time when I take liberties I know I shouldn't. I run my hands all over your body." Trowa demonstrated on Quatre's legs, massaging the muscles he could reach under the water. Quatre shivered and moaned his appreciation. Let's take this to the bedroom, hmmm, he thought, but did not say. Trowa was talking to him, opening his heart and Quatre did not wish to interrupt this cherished moment. "It's not dat I forgot anyt'ing 'bout you. Dat would be impossible. But I discover some'ting new 'bout you. A soft patch of skin I hadn't noticed befo'. A lock of hair I hadn't caressed. A different sounding yawn dan de night befo'." Quatre shivered and sniffed. "You put me on the verge of tears when you say that! Not because I'm sad, or even because I'm happy. I mean, I am happy, but this is something else. I feel so... complete... that I don't know how to truly describe it" "I tink I know. Right now, I'm 'fraid de only way to express w'at I feel in my heart is wid raw, gritty emotion." "You mean the best remedy is to act on your feelings?" "Yeah, but in de night I don't want to wake my sleeping angel, not for sex. Oh, no, dat's not de way. And not by shedding tears, eider, mom ami. Instead, w'at I do at night is to wrap you up in my arms and plant a kiss on your lips or cheek. Real gentle-like. Not so hard dat you wake. I like to t'ink that somewhere in your dreams, you know how I feel and w'at I'm doing. Dose kisses are for me. They're so I can look back on dose moments and have somet'ing to smile about. Somet'ing to be able to say, 'yeah, I got it out.' Widout dose precious nights, I might explode wid bottled up feelings." On this September evening with the water chilling and the nippy, fresh air blowing through the open window, though, Quatre wanted more, and he suspected Trowa was in agreement. "Oh, Trowa-" Quatre's voice shook at another tremor passed through his body. "I might be content to juss keeping you close and basking in de feelings," that soft voice with the Cajun accent said, "But yer turnin' blue. Let's dry and get in bed." Quatre was levering them both out of the tub and wiping down with a towel faster than Trowa could repeat his wish. He nipped down the hall naked as a jaybird and dove onto his bed. Trowa crawled in next to Quatre and snuggled up to his chest and neck. His warm, wet tongue swiped along the sensitive curves. Quatre closed his eyes and cried out when his tongue left his neck and traveled up to his ear. He loved how Trowa sucked the small lobe into his mouth and seductively licked until Quatre could take no more stimulation. Trowa was an animal that night. He normally took his time to make sure that Quatre felt nothing but pleasure when they became one with each other. This time, though, Trowa partook of his offering and devoured all he had to give, and then he entered him. He just dominated his body. Quatre's instant moans of pleasure assured him that he was not in pain. "Don't...stop!" Quatre shouted, repeatedly. Once their bodies were spent, the two lovers remained in an embrace for a long time. Before falling asleep, though, Quatre insisted that they clean up. They took their time getting clean, taking turns washing one another. Trowa was becoming used to scented soaps, he said. That night, they slept well, but when at some point Quatre awoke and found himself in that now familiar spot snuggled close to Trowa. He sensed that Trowa was awake moments before he felt a rough hand roam up his leg to land and explore the surface of his firm abdomen. "I'm de luckiest, damned bastard in de entire universe," Trowa whispered. And beside him, Quatre smiled, overwhelmed with love and being loved.
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