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"The Other Side of the Horizon " Written By: Stone Angel
Disclaimer: Oh, please. Do you honestly think
I'm making money offthis? If I was, I'd be writing a whole lot more
and it wouldn't takegetting drunk to do it. I don't own the characters
or the show, if Idid, it would be SOOO different. Screw the war, let's
see how we canget Heero and Duo in a locked room after taking away
their clothes.(wolfish grin) I just like to make the creators cry
with the way Iwrite their characters. ^____^ Mission accomplished.
hehehe Rating: NC-17 for GRAPHIC lemon. Warnings: Hmmm... Well, actually not much. Nothing
bad, anyway. I mean, as far as things go, this fic is really fluffy
and light. There's Lemon(the most detailed stuff I've written yet)
and a little blood but not really enough to count. Oh, some angst
but not enough to make it too sad. Generally, this fic is pretty easy
to swallow. Pairings: Quatre and Trowa. (My first 3X4 fic! Yay!) Spoilers: None really. AU and all.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 2 The night's events were over. The show had gone without a hitch. But, nonetheless, Trowa was disappointed. He had hoped to see the blonde there, in the crowd, waiting to talk to him. He sat on his cot and stared at the wilted rose he held. He had nothing to put it in, so there was no way to preserve it, but he still felt guilty for letting it reach such a state. He noticed that all the thorns had been removed with a care that only the one giving it could possess. It had been selected well, not a flaw on any of the petals or stem. `Why did he run? But more importantly, why am I sitting here?' He stood and changed out of his performing clothes and into the ones he had worn when he had seen the boy-angel before. Running his fingers through slightly wet hair as he had just bathed, he headed out into the chilly night. * Quatre walked into the alleyway, drawing the man behind him with a gentle nudge to his mind. The man was in the habit of lending money to those in need and then killing their loved ones if they could not pay it back as incentive to make them do so. Once in complete shadow, he let the man wander in a few feet and then grabbed him, throwing him against the wall hard enough to daze him, covering his mouth as he bit into the artery at the base of the neck. The man made one single yelp before he fell silent and remained still, tilting his head slightly. Quatre took everything from the man and sealed his wounds before he let him fall to the ground. Straightening out his clothes, he left the alley quickly and quietly. It was rare that he killed in this town. There were three vampires in the town including himself, and they had to keep the death count low or risk raising suspicion. Most times, he took what he needed from prostitutes without them ever knowing and quickly became their favored customer as he made it pleasant for them as well as paid them very well, or, if he was truly desperate, horses could also serve that purpose and they would not die if he took a lot for he needed only a small amount of blood for them. Every now and then, however, he found one that he knew he could take and gladly did so, but that did not mean he was going to enjoy the moment and wait around long enough to get caught. He usually buried the ones he took, but tonight he just wanted to walk. Not wanting to return home just yet to a too-happy Duo and a Wufei that did little more than rant about the war, he headed to a bar. Once inside, he fended off the working women and made his way to the bar, asking for a glass of Rosè. While it did little for him, he adored the smell. He hardly ever drank it, however, as his religion forbade it, but he thought that one night in a great while made no difference. Besides, he wasn't the most devout person in the world, anyway. His religion forbade other things that he did as a rule of life, so what did this matter? The glass was placed before him and he swirled it a little before smelling the sharp scent of the reddish wine. Taking a small sip, he remembered the last time he had drank alcohol from a glass. He had still been in America then, it had been at least fifty years ago. He and Duo had gone out and Duo had bought a bottle from a street vender. It had been a good night, they had merely walked around town all night, drinking and talking. A good thirty years before they had moved to Europe and met Wufei in London. He stared into the glass as he turned it slowly on the table, looking at the clear red in the fine crystal and sipping it every now and then. His thoughts were all of Trowa and how much of an ass he was for assuming so much. He just wished that he had never gone to the circus with Duo, for now he was haunted by the man's eyes. `I wonder if they have absinthe...' He thought as he gazed at his glass. `I'm seeing green anyway.' Deciding that he was breaking enough rules with the wine, he didn't bother asking. When he was halfway done, he placed his francs on the
bar top and pushed the glass away. He stood and left, his hands in
his pockets and his eyes trained on the ground as he walked out the
open door and onto "Ju t'avoir." A deep voice said over him and he craned his neck up and to the side to see who was holding him. His eyes widened when they met with forest-green. "I'm not letting you get away this time." Said Trowa, tightening his arms to prove that he meant it. Quatre was stunned for a moment. `How did he find me?' "T...Trowa?" * Trowa smiled inwardly when he heard the angel's voice for the fist time. It was higher than his own and very sweet, soft and gentle in his ears, befitting of the boy. "Oui. You know my name. Don't I get to know yours?" * It took Quatre a moment to understand what the beauty
that held him had said, so focused was he on the sound of the rich,
deep voice that flowed over him like music and made him feel warm.
"Eh... Oh, oui. Je "Quatre." He said it as if he were trying it out, tasting it. "Enchantè." Quatre smiled to him. "As am I." "So, Quatre. Do you make it a habit of giving older men roses and then running away?" Trowa said with a hint of humor. Quatre frowned. "How do you know you are older than I?" "I'm Twenty. Vous?" Trowa seemed genuinely interested. He had to remind himself before answering to NOT answer. `Those eyes are really hypnotic.' "...Older." Now Trowa frowned. "You don't look it." "Merci." He suddenly remembered their position and blushed. "Trowa..." "I'm not letting you go." Trowa said with conviction. Quatre offered him a true smile. "I'll not run." Trowa gave him a look that said "you'd better not" only Quatre was sure that it would have been said in sweet French, and released him from his hold. Quatre stood straight and turned to face the other, taking his hands from his pockets. Trowa immediately took one of them and held it tightly in his. Quatre stared at their hands before looking up to Trowa. The man was at least twenty centimeters taller than he. His body was bigger as he had more muscle. All in all, he made Quatre seem smaller than he really was. "Um... Shall we go somewhere to talk?" Trowa smiled. "I know just the place." * * * Quatre looked about the deserted fire grounds. There were cans and a few cigarette butts and other trash, indicating that people gathered there. A healthy fire burned in a circle of rocks that were surrounded by logs that lay on the ground on which people could sit. However, there was no one in sight. Any noise in the area that was not coming from the fire was coming from the tents many meters away. "When it gets this late, everyone is asleep." Trowa said as he threw a few pieces of wood onto the fire. "Ah." Quatre said as he looked around a bit more. "You never answered my question." Said Trowa, turning to face Quatre. "Eh?" "Why did you run?" Trowa walked over to a log near where Quatre was standing and sat down upon it. When Quatre remained standing, he patted beside himself. Quatre stared at the spot right next to the man and then to the side of it and walked to it, sitting half a meter away from him. Trowa seemed a little hurt by that. "I don't bite." `I might.' Quatre thought to himself as he looked at the beauty. "..." "Alright." Trowa said exasperatedly. "Well?" Quatre blinked. "Well what?" "Do you make it a habit to give men flowers and then run?" Trowa reminded him. "Oh. That." Quatre looked about briefly for the girl he had seen with Trowa. "Well, first let me ask you, where is your lady-friend?" "'Lady-friend'?" Asked Trowa with a raised eyebrow. "Kathy?" "Uh, I suppose." Quatre gave him a blank look. How was he supposed to know her name? "She's my sister." Quatre's eyes widened and he almost fell off the log. "S-sister?" "Kind of. She and I are very close. We may as well be siblings." Trowa said with a small smile. Quatre nearly smacked his brow as he lowered his eyes to the ground. `Wow. I think this is a new low. Allah, can I get any more stupid?' "You thought she and I were together." Trowa stated. "I figured that's what it was. That's why you ran?" "Uh. Yes." Quatre winced. "I thought that I had assumed too much." He looked up to Trowa's barely there smirk and winced again. "I am a fool, non?" "Oui. And a very fast one." Trowa said with a smile. Quatre smiled as well as he looked into the forest-green eyes that flickered with the fire as they stared back. Silence settled over the two. * Trowa lost himself in those sea-blue eyes for the... he didn't even know how many times he had done it, but he knew that it was a high number. Shaking his head to clear it, he asked a question. "So what are you?" "E-excusez moi?" Quatre's eyes widened. "Your accent. You're not French." Trowa explained. "Where are you from?" "Oh." The blonde relaxed slightly. "Je suis Arabian." He explained. "And I'm used to speaking English if not that." * "Ah. Je parle en peu English. Iy spik Eenglesh sum." Trowa said with comically horrible pronunciation and Quatre grinned at him, barely containing giggles. "Bon. Where did you learn that?" "I talked with some of the American troops in some other places where the circus has been. I know enough to get by." He replied. At the look in Quatre's eye, he shook his head and smiled. "I said that all wrong, no?" Quatre nodded. "Oui. But it's alright. We can just speak French. Obviously, I'm not so poor at it that you cannot understand what it is I say, no?" "No. You speak it well. It's a very small accent. You do speak it strangely though." Trowa leaned back slightly and stared into the fire. "How so?" "You sound... Old." Trowa's eyes flickered to his. "Gee, thanks, I've not been told that I sound old all day." Quatre said sarcastically. Trowa winced, thinking that Quatre was really insulted. "Je regrette." He apologized. "What I mean is that you sound like a scholar. Your grammar is unusual. Proper, I guess is the best way to put it." "Ah." Quatre dropped his gaze from the boy's
eyes when they met for a moment. "So. Kathy is not your sister.
Is she the closest you have to family? I mean to say are you alone
or are there others you consider Trowa sat forward again. "I'm alone. I've been
with the circus since I was Twelve. I got separated from my parents
when I was Eleven. Kathy was in the same situation. We became friends
really fast. I made sure "Oh." Quatre said quietly as he processed that information, gazing at the fire. "What about you?" "Moi? My family died a long time ago." Quatre said, glancing quickly to Trowa before returning his eyes to the fire. "Oh. From what?" "There was a... an epidemic. I was not there at the time. I was off on an apprenticeship. When I returned, I learned what had happened." He said in a dull voice. "Apprenticeship? Isn't that a little old-fashioned?" Trowa cocked an eyebrow. Quatre grimaced inwardly as he was yet again reminded that he was "old". "Yes. Well..." He didn't have a polite way of finishing that sentence so he let it hang. "What did you learn?" "Much. Including music." Quatre said with a small smile. Trowa's eyes widened. "No shit?" Quatre nearly burst into laughter at the question. "No shit." He replied. "What instrument?" "Piano, recorder, harpsichord, cello, the list goes on. But my favorite is the violin." He said with a bright smile. * Trowa smiled to him. "Bon. I play the flute." Now Quatre's eyes widened. "Really?" "Oui." He crossed his legs and leaned back a little. Quatre continued to smile at him. "We should play together sometime. That is, if you wanted to do so. It's just... Violin and flute together... There are few things that sound as sweetly." He said with a gentle passion as if he could hear it already, his eyes closing just slightly as he smiled. "I'd like that." Trowa said with a smile. Quatre smiled brightly. "As would I." They stared into each other's eyes for long moments before Trowa spoke. "I think I've fallen for you." Quatre blushed adorably and grinned. "I think I've done the same." "Have dinner with me tomorrow?" Trowa asked anxiously. "No." Quatre said quickly, still smiling, and Trowa felt a little crushed. "But I will have a drink with you." Relieved, Trowa smiled to the angel that sat a small distance away from him on the log. Leaning forward, he reached up a hand and cupped Quatre's cheek, as much to touch him as to keep him from trying to run again, and smiled slightly as Quatre leaned forward as well. Their lips met in a bare brush and electric currents sang through Trowa from the contact. He moaned and his other hand came up to stroke Quatre's hair, which was impossibly soft. He scooted closer to the boy and was happy when he noticed Quatre do the same. Quatre's hands were on him as well, one stroking his hair back from his face and the other upon his back, a gentle presence. Quatre kissed him gently then and pulled back, licking his lips slightly and smiling. Trowa gazed into his eyes with what he knew was a dazed look. Quatre tasted like wine and was no less intoxicating. His entire body was humming and he suddenly wished that his pants were not so tight. `Merde.' He thought, amazed that such a chaste kiss could be so powerful. He was not a virgin and he knew how erotic kissing could be, but for such an innocent one, it evoked such a strong reaction in him. `Magnifique.' * Quatre saw Trowa move in and nearly moaned at Trowa's hand on his cheek. He leaned forward as well and met Trowa half way. When their lips met, he knew that he had fallen in love. It was by far the strongest feeling he had had in a long time and left him craving more. However, it seemed wrong to go further than that just then. He wanted to love Trowa, not seduce him. `And I do. I do love him.' He smiled slightly as Trowa's hair tickled his cheek and brushed it back from his face, running his fingers through it and loving how it felt in his hand. When Trowa moaned, he planted a simple kiss on his lips and moved away, Trowa's hands falling from his cheek and hair. He couldn't help but lick his lips. Trowa tasted amazing and he wanted to set the other man on fire just a little. Trowa's look was nothing short of ecstatic. He looked happy and drunk and lustful all at once. Quatre ignored the obvious bulge in the man's pants and did his best to suppress a blush, though he was sure that, even in the light of the fire, it was obvious. Trowa's look became all lust very quickly and the scent of him filled Quatre's nostrils suddenly. "Quatre_" "Shhh." Quatre brought up a hand and cupped Trowa's cheek while rubbing his thumb upon those soft lips. "Demain soir." He whispered. * "Tomorrow night is too far away." Trowa complained and Quatre smiled sweetly. "Oui. But you need to get SOME sleep tonight, no? It is nearly Three." "Come to the show tomorrow night." Trowa said as he held one of Quatre's hands in both of his and kissed his fingers, commanding and begging all at once. "Then, when it's over, we can go and have that drink." Quatre smiled and squeezed the hand in his palm. "Oui. I will be here." Stroking Trowa's hair back from his eyes, he stood and then bent over, planting one last innocent kiss on his lips before standing straight again. Giving Trowa's hand one last squeeze, he let go and turned to walk off into the night. "Bonne nuit." He said over his shoulder in a soft tone, raising a hand in an elegant gesture. Soon, Quatre was not visible and Trowa had to wonder if he could see well enough to find his way home. He assumed he could, however, as he heard no mishaps. His body still hummed as he sat by the warmth of the fire. He was unused to such physical contact as he had not done more than embrace someone other than Kathy in years. He was usually very shy around people, neither initiating conversation nor bothering to continue it when others did so. Most thought he was very rude but the truth was that he had very little in the way of social skills. He had actually amazed himself with how well he had been able to talk with Quatre. The blonde just brought something out of him and he lost himself completely to him. `Mon dieu.' He licked his lips and nearly moaned as he tasted Quatre there again. `That was unbelievable.' He thought as he recalled every little thing Quatre had done since he had caught him as he came out of the bar. The blonde was... There was no word for it. Quatre moved
with a grace that Trowa could only wish he had. Every move he made
seemed planned and all were poetry in motion. His voice was like velvet
and was more beautiful than music to Trowa's ears. His eyes entranced
him every time he looked into them, his skin was softer than he could
have imagined and his hair felt like spun silk in his hands. He was
elegant, sweet, `I can't wait till tomorrow.' He thought wistfully, various thoughts of what he and the blonde could do dancing around in his head. Standing and stretching to the point that was comfortable as he was still a little bothered by the tightness of his pants, he made his way to his tent for a long night of little to no sleep. * Once Quatre was certain that Trowa could no longer see
him, he took off at a sprint towards home, jumping over rocks and
other things that got in his way. His whole body was singing and he
had more energy than he He eventually, after many times of running in spirals and shouting joyful things at the sky in Arabic, made it home and bounced inside. Duo was waiting for him there. "Well?" "Uhhhh. Well?" "How did it go?" "How did what go?" Quatre feigned ignorance. Duo rolled his eyes and held up a wilting rose. "You know what." Quatre's eyes widened. "How did you..." "Oh, please." Duo said as if he were talking to a child, a bit of a turn for them. "It has blood on it. YOUR blood. You're not in the habit of compulsively buying roses you don't need, sticking yourself on the thorns and then leaving them on the ground. It's not human blood and it didn't burn in sunlight as it's still there, meaning it's yours. Which leads me to believe that there is a `someone'. So, I ask, how did it go?" Quatre smacked himself mentally. For all the acting Duo did, he was not half the idiot he appeared to be. Figuring that out was nothing to him. Grinning to his best friend, Quatre walked up and put his hands on his shoulders. "You HAVE to hear this." * * * "So that's what happened." Quatre said to Duo. "I think we are what are called Soul Mates. It explains everything. That is the reason that we were so taken with each other at first sight and why we feel the way we do. I love him, and he me." Duo stared at his hands in thought. "Wow." Quatre waited for more of a reaction from his friend. Seeing that was not going to get one, he spoke. "Is that all? Just `wow'?" Duo smiled to him. "Don't get me wrong. I am happy and all. I think that this is great. But..." "But?" "Well. There ARE problems. You told me yourself when we first met. I mean, what are you going to do about... You know?" `He still can't say the V word.' "I don't know." Quatre admitted as shook his head. In all honesty, he had forgotten all about that little nuisance. He was too busy being overwhelmingly happy. But now that he was reminded, he wished that he had not been. In all honesty to himself, he didn't WANT to think about it. "I really don't." "Houtno ka." Duo leaned back onto the plush sofa. "Well. You have to do SOMETHING. You have to choose. Either you tell him, or you lie to him for as long as you know him." He said logically. Neither option appealed to Quatre at the moment. He
didn't want to lie to Trowa. And, while he knew that the question
would never come up in conversation, he would still have to mislead
him to keep suspicions at Duo smiled sadly. "I wish you could." Quatre thought about both options before groaning loudly
and throwing himself back against the back of the couch. "Why
must things be so damned complicated?!" He weighed the two options
again and again before "Nani?" Quatre explained. "I will tell him after I have been with him long enough that he will not jump to hasty conclusions and run from me after I do." Duo blinked. "But then he'll be angry with you for lying to him all along, ne?" Quatre thought about that and groaned again. "Oh, for the love of Allah. Someone just kill me and put me out of my misery." He closed his eyes as he fell into a small pit of despair. "Allah must be punishing me. For there is no good option here." He opened his eyes when strong arms were wrapped around him. Duo was giving him a sympathetic look as he embraced
him. "Tomodatchi domo. I want for you to be happy. I think that
if you believe that Trowa is your soul mate, you should do what you
think is best for the Tousling Duo's long hair, he looked up as the front door opened and Wufei stepped into the house. The Chinese man gave them a cursory glance before setting down his key to the house on the table by the door. "Darling." Duo didn't even bother turning around to face him, he just raised a hand with only his first two fingers up and spaced slightly apart in a greeting of sorts. Wufei glared at the rude gesture and moved along to his room to no doubt meditate, read, or practice with his sword. Quatre shook his head at his friends' behavior. For all their acting, they were actually good friends so he was not fooled by their façade. Looking down to Duo, whose chin was resting on his chest, he smiled at the mildly... pissed-off look he wore. "Baka." "Tres moi." Duo said as he seemed deep in thought. Quatre rubbed his back and tousled his hair again as Duo climbed into his lap, despite being taller than he, just like old times. Feeling nostalgic, Quatre embraced him like he used to when Duo was new. "So what will you do?" Asked Duo. Quatre thought about it for long moments before answering. "I will go with my third option. I will tell him after we have gotten close enough that HOPEFULLY he will not run from me when he learns the truth. And if we do not get that far, then I do not have to worry about it at all." He said rationally, though he did not want to consider that last sentence as a possibility. Duo nodded. "Good." "Yes." Quatre agreed and then yawned. Duo looked over to the clock and then smiled. "Knowing you, you're going to see him tomorrow?" "Hai." Quatre said tiredly. "After I've found some dinner. I think it would be best that way." "Then you should get some sleep, ne? It's nearly dawn." Duo stated. Nodding, Quatre lifted his friend and set him down on the cushion next to his before standing. "Hai. Oyasumi." "No." Duo said simply and Quatre gave him a questioning look. "Bonne nuit." He corrected. "When in France, do as the French do. Speak French." He grinned widely. Rolling his eyes, Quatre answered. "I would like to see you get by on French alone. You know little more than Wufei." Duo stuck his tongue out at him. "Yeah, well, that may be, but at least *I* go to bed on time." Standing, he left the room before Quatre could reply. Watching his friend head off to his room, Quatre smiled to himself. `Arigato, tomodatchi domo.' He headed towards his own chambers to get a few hours of sleep before he was undoubtedly going to be awakened by dreams of the green eyed man that had captured his heart. * * * ********************************* Ah, I love that chapter. Next one ain't bad either. ^_~ Oh, and Duo was giving Wufei the two finger version of the One Finger Salute, if anyone didn't guess. The hand is held backwards and it's the first two fingers held up instead of the middle one. Ahhh, all around the world, there are so many different ways to piss people off. (grin) Back to
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