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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. Notes: This is where things pick up, to put it lightly. I would say rocketed off into the distance but that's not a phrase commonly used enough. Anyway, this chapter is fun. Warning goes out to any and all who don't like lemon. Skip it but the other stuff is important. Oh, there's also a WEE bit of blood. Hardly any of which to speak, but I should say SOMETHING, ne?. /Text/ = Telepathy in this chapter. Later, it can also be a flashback, but that's later, as I'm sure you know by now by my saying later twice. ~_~' I'm rambling. This is never good.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 3 Watching Trowa go through his act was Hell. Every time the man would make a jump from one swinging bar to another, Quatre would become tense. `Why can't he do this with a net?' He wondered as he saw Trowa fly spinning through the air towards his next target, a trapeze higher than the one on which he had been. Cringing, Quatre's eyes could not leave him as he made it and held onto the bar. `Oh, Allah. How can I take this? I can't stand it. What if he gets hurt?' He cringed again as Trowa fell through the air to catch the trapeze he had just left. `Allah...' * * * Heading out of the baths, fully dressed, to his tent, Trowa's eyes lit up as he saw Quatre out of the corner of one many meters away and waiting for him near the edge of the assembly of customers leaving the show. He was leaning against a post and smirking at him, arms crossed over his chest elegantly. Trowa wondered how anyone could make a smirk look so sweet. Usually they appeared rude, cynical or simply cruel. The way Quatre wore the _expression, however, it was more of a small, sweet smile. He seemed to be looking forward to something and waiting for that something to come along. His eyes shone as he looked into Trowa's and Trowa knew that the something was him. Smiling as well, Trowa ran a hand through his still somewhat wet hair and walked over to the blonde. Letting his arms fall to his sides, Quatre left the post and walked to him as well. Trowa met him halfway and quickly embraced him. "You came." * Bringing his arms up around Trowa, Quatre smiled and buried his nose in Trowa's shirt. `Allah, he smells incredible.' "Of course. How could I not?" He asked and smiled as Trowa moved back a little and looked down at him. He stood up on his toes and stretched his neck upward as Trowa bent down and they shared a kiss for a moment before parting. The world seemed to melt away as their lips met and Quatre was reluctant to pull away but he knew that he had to do so or things would get out of hand very quickly. And in public, of all places. Trowa smiled down at him and it was obvious that he had the same thought. "Ready for that drink?" Quatre offered. "Oui." Trowa took one of his hands in his own and they headed towards town. * * * Trowa watched as Quatre sipped from his glass of Rosé. Trowa had asked the bartender for a glass of Merlot and was happily drinking it as he rarely got a chance to enjoy a good glass of wine while Quatre took incredibly small sips. "I think it might dry up before you finish it." Trowa joked and Quatre grinned at him. "I don't really drink alcohol very often. My religion does not condone such a thing." He explained. Trowa gave him a confused look. "Then what were you doing in the bar last night?" Quatre's grin dropped. He blushed and smiled slightly. "I'm not perfect." Trowa chuckled. "I think you are." He said and grinned as Quatre blushed a slightly deeper shade of red, coloring his cheeks prettily. "So you're not very faithful to it then?" He asked. Quatre sighed and swirled his glass. "I have tried. However, there are certain factors that keep me from being as devout as most. And there are things that I question and religion rarely has room for questions, no?" Trowa nodded slightly. "Je comprendez. I'm Catholic. I have not been to a church for over eight years. It's only that I learned all the lessons and stories from the Bible and that I was Catholic for the first part of my life." "Oh." Quatre said with a smile and he took a sip from his wine. "My friend Duo spends much of his time in churches." Trowa smiled. "You have a friend?" Quatre smirked. "And why not? To be truthful, I have two of them. I live with them." Trowa thought about that. `They must be nice people if he is friends with them. I'll have to meet them sometime.' "Bon. I have two as well." Quatre raised a brow. "I thought it was only Kathy." "Kathy is my only HUMAN friend." Trowa said and Quatre's eyes widened for some reason. "I have another friend." He grinned as he got an idea. "Would you care to meet him?" Quatre nodded mutely. * * * Quatre looked around the campgrounds as Trowa led him by the hand to a part of it he had never before seen. What made this area different from the parts he HAD seen was that this area seemed solely for housing the animals in the show. `Now, when he said that his friend was not human, perhaps he meant he has befriended one of the elephants?' Quatre wondered and nearly giggled at the thought of Trowa walking around, holding the elephant's trunk like a hand. In all honesty, Quatre had jumped to conclusions when Trowa had told him that he had a friend who was not a ningen and had come along to see for himself if this `friend' was safe. But seeing that he was being led to the animal cages, he smacked himself mentally for being such an idiot. `No, baka. If he had a friend like that, that would make it all too easy for me to tell him.' Finally, Trowa stopped before a cage and Quatre looked in. He gasped under his breath. A seemingly GIANT lion sat there as if waiting for them. The beast was massive and had a thick mane around his neck, telling of his age. His paws were nearly comically big. He looked back at Quatre blankly as he stared at him. Quatre honestly did not know what to make of this. `THIS
is Trowa's friend? Couldn't it have been one of the dogs that can
ride bicycles?' He thought. He was now very worried for Trowa's safety.
Almost as much The world suddenly exploded with sound and Quatre nearly fell to his knees as he felt that he was being deafened. The lion roared and reached a huge paw out of the cage to try to strike him but he had pulled Trowa far enough away that he could not reach them. Covering his ears, he looked up to Trowa as the man tried to tell him something but he shook his head to show that he could not hear him. Finally, the lion quieted to loud growls and Quatre took his hands from his ears. "Quatre." Trowa said as he looked into his eyes. "Are you alright?" "Yes. Why did you do that?" He asked incredulously. Trowa shook his head. "Lione will not hurt me." He stated. "See?" Stepping forward slowly, he put his hand back in the cage. "Lione" calmed completely then, though he still watched Quatre, and placed his nose gently in Trowa's hand. "See?" Trowa asked as he looked back to Quatre and Quatre gaped at him. "Lione is my friend. He would never hurt me. Beasts only bare their fangs at enemies." He continued. Quatre shook his head. `That isn't always true.' He looked back to the lion that was acting more like a house cat than a fearsome beast. Lione obviously liked Trowa and Quatre realized what had just happened. `He was trying to protect Trowa from me.' He smiled to himself. `I moved on Trowa too fast and Lione thought that I was attacking him. We are both predators in love with Trowa and trying to keep him safe from one another.' /I understand./ He said to the lion. /I love him, too./ Stepping forward, he slowly brought his hand up to the cage and, when he saw that Lione was being civil, he put it through the bars. The lion sniffed his hand and sat back down as he calmed. Looking to Trowa who had wide eyes, Quatre smiled sheepishly. "What?" Trowa shook his head as an amazed smile spread over his features. "Well, it's just that, as long as he's been here, I'm the only one he ever took a liking to. I guess that just changed." Quatre smiled brightly to him and looked back to the lion, scratching his head between his ears. /I wouldn't hurt him any more than you./ Lione lay down then and rumbled slightly, as content that Quatre was safe as Quatre was that he was safe. Trowa merely watched with wide eyes and a grin. * * * "You're very fast. And very strong." Trowa said as he recalled how quickly and easily Quatre had taken him away from the lion cage. "What do you do for a living that you have that kind of speed and strength?" He looked to his side at the blonde. The two were leaned against the bars of Lione's cage, sitting next to one another in the dirt. Trowa had wanted to head back to the tent with him, but had not said anything about that as Quatre obviously wanted to talk. Trowa wanted to talk as well, but just seeing the blonde set him on fire and sitting next to him... Trowa thought that this was Hell. He wondered if Quatre felt the same way. Quatre blushed and smiled to him. "Actually, I don't work for a living." "Really?" "Oui." Quatre answered. "I am well to do enough that money is not a concern. I do, however, help people in need when I can. It often involves a fray so I am well trained with a sword or nearly any other weapon and I have learned to be quick and overcome my foes." Trowa smiled. "Wow. Kind of like a knight?" Quatre blushed deeply. "I'm not nearly so noble." Letting the subject drop, Trowa asked another question. "So what made you decide to move to France? For that matter, what made you decide to stay? I mean, the war has chased many away from home, no?" Quatre sighed. "I have lived with my friends for many years and we move to a new area every few." He said, breaking Trowa out of his thoughts/fantasies. "Last we lived in England." Trowa smiled and shook his head. "There you go sounding old again." Quatre smiled sheepishly. "Well, we did." He continued on. "We decided to stay here because the war has not reached Lyon yet and it is peaceful. We will stay here for a while longer unless that changes. We truly like this town." He smiled to himself as he said that. "...And the people here." Trowa smiled as well. "Have you ever been out of France?" Shaking his head, Trowa replied. "No. I have been to many parts of it, but never out of it." He smiled. "Next the circus is moving to Paris. I have not been there yet." Quatre's sweet smile suddenly died and he looked to Trowa with wide eyes. "...Merde. I forgot... The circus leaves..." "In two days." Trowa said sadly. "And I'll go with it." He watched Quatre's expressive eyes to see what his reaction to that would be. Utter devastation. Quatre looked frightened and upset and sad all at once as he turned his eyes away to think about that. "Unless..." Trowa continued and Quatre looked back to him with hope. "I have a reason to stay." Quatre's eyes became sad at that and he spoke softly. "I will not tear you away from your life, Trowa. One's life is all that they have. You need it." Leaning over, Trowa cupped Quatre's cheek in his hand. "I need YOU." He kissed him gently and pulled away to look in his eyes. Quatre's _expression was a little glazed as he stared back into his eyes. "Trowa..." He looked like he had something important to say but didn't know how to say it. And he wasn't given the chance to figure it out. "Trowa!" Quatre jumped about a meter and looked forward with wide eyes. Trowa whipped his head to his side to see Kathy standing there and glaring death at him. "Get him away from that cage this instant!!! Lione doesn't like EVERYONE as much as he likes you." Her tone was harsh. Trowa stood and offered Quatre a hand up, pulling the blonde to his feet. He was taken by surprise by how light the boy was. `Strange.' "WHAT were you thinking?" Kathy asked. Her eyes turned to Quatre and she looked him up and down, getting a strange look in her eyes. "Uhhh... Permettez moi de vous prèsenter Quatre." Trowa introduced. "Quatre, this is my sister, Katherine." * `This was the girl that he was with yesterday. The knife-thrower.' Quatre thought. "Enchantè." He smiled brightly and held out a hand. Katherine looked at the hand and then back to Trowa in a cold gesture of indifference. "Trowa, a word." She said as he looked back to Quatre before turning and walking away. `She knows something...' Quatre let his hand fall and looked back to Trowa. "Did I do something wrong?" Trowa shook his head and made a gesture that he would shortly return as he walked off to where the girl had gone. * "Kathy." Trowa said to his friend as he caught up to her. "Why did you act like that to him? That was very rude." Kathy turned to face him and crossed her arms. "Who is that?" Trowa blinked. "I told you already. His name is Quatre." "Yes, but who IS he?" She asked. "That's only his name. What do you know about him?" Trowa raised a brow. "I'll admit, not much. We've only just met." He looked at her as she glared at the ground in deep thought. "Why do you ask?" She shook her head. "Je ne sais pas." She admitted. "It's just... There's something about him that is... different." "I know." Trowa said when she fell silent. Her eyes raised to his. "But... Well..." He tried to think of a way to tell her what Quatre had come to mean to him in such a short amount of time. "I... We... I love him." He finished and waited for her reaction. Kathy's look softened a little. "But, you don't know him. And he doesn't feel right. Like there's more to him than he wants us to know. Where is he from? What is his history? I think you'd better find out, before you make a big mistake." She warned. Trowa became slightly angry at that. "Quatre is not a mistake." He said firmly. Kathy sighed. "That's not what I meant." "Kathy, I really do love him and he loves me back. If you have a problem with the fact that he is a man_" "Oh, please, Trowa, you know me better than that!" Kathy snapped. "I know you don't like women. You didn't have to tell me for me to know that. I know you better than you think." She softened again and she stepped forward and hugged him. "I just don't want to see you get hurt." Trowa hugged her back with one arm. "Je sais. But Quatre would never hurt me." He said confidently. `He wouldn't.' Kathy was quiet for long moments before she pulled back and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Alright. Go on." She said and released him. He raised a brow. "You aren't going to apologize for your rudeness earlier?" She shook her head. "Look, Trowa. Just because YOU like him, doesn't mean that *I* have to." With that, she turned and walked towards her tent next to his. Scoffing at her, he turned to go back to Quatre and found him petting Lione's mane through the bars. * Quatre listened to the conversation just barely louder than the buzz of the people talking just beyond them. `She does know something. She just doesn't know what that something is. I'll have to be careful or she may figure things out and then I'd never see Trowa again.' He listened to the last few words spoken and gave a
short, silent laugh at what Kathy said as he looked back to the lion.
`I'll talk to her and let her know that I could never think about
hurting Trowa.' He waited * The blonde's eyes turned to him as he walked to him and he smiled sheepishly. "Is everything alright?" Trowa nodded and reached in to pet the lion as well. "Yeah. Or at least, it will be if I can convince Kathy that you're not trying to kill me." Quatre's eyes widened. "What?" Trowa shook his head. "Never mind. She just worries when it comes to me." Quatre nodded. "She is under the impression that she must protect you from harm." "Well, I did that for her when she was young so she feels now that she has to return the favor, I guess." Trowa said as he pet the top of Lione's head. "I wouldn't do anything that would harm you, Trowa." Quatre said softly and Trowa nodded. "I know. Lione would have taken your arm off by now if you were out to get me." He smirked at the lion. "She'll get used to you with time." "By that, you mean..." Quatre turned serious eyes to him and withdrew his hand from the cage so he could stand straight and face Trowa. "You're staying?" Trowa thought about what he had just said. `I guess that's what I meant. But if I did, what would I do? And where would our relationship be? Would it still be the same as it is now?' Stepping forward, he placed his hands on Quatre's shoulders and looked down into his sea-blue eyes. "I want to stay. But only if you give me a reason." At that, Quatre looked down to the ground in silence. "Do you love me?" Trowa asked and Quatre looked shocked. "I did not think you had to ask that." He said as he embraced him. "Of course I do." His eyes became sad. "But I do not want you to have to leave so much behind on my part." "I was going to leave anyway. I don't want to stay in the circus the rest of my life." He sighed. "I want to learn things. I want to stay in one spot for longer than a week. I want to be able to go where I want when I want. And I'd like to be with you for these things." He smiled down at Quatre's stunned look and took his hands in his, holding them over his heart. "And if you love me, then I have a reason to stay here and do those things." Quatre looked down to their hands for long moments before looking back up. "I love you." Trowa smiled and kissed him. After a short moment, he pulled back and whispered against Quatre's lips. "I love you, too." Quatre closed the distance between them and kissed him. He gently licked at Trowa's lower lip. Moaning as small shocks ran through his system, Trowa opened his mouth and felt his knees become weak as Quatre deepened the kiss. `Mon dieu.' * Quatre gently explored Trowa's mouth with his tongue, slowly running it along Trowa's teeth before stroking his tongue, coaxing him to respond. Trowa soon began to participate, stroking Quatre's tongue with his own, and Quatre moaned as he felt a little dizzy. `How does he do this to me?' Bringing up his arms, he wrapped them around Trowa's neck and pressed himself against the man. He was not surprised by the hardness he felt against his abdomen. `I can't let things get so out of hand. After this kiss, I'll go and we can do the rest when we know each other a little better.' He hesitated when Trowa's warm arms wrapped around him and held him so tightly he wondered if he ever intended to let him go. * Trowa moaned again as the boy pressed himself against him and his abdomen met with his trapped arousal, setting him on fire. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and held him tightly. Sucking on Quatre's tongue, he mimicked other actions he'd like to be doing and Quatre broke the kiss, resting his head against Trowa's shoulder. "Quatre..." "Trowa, I think I should_" "Don't go." Trowa said. It was not a request. "Stay with me tonight." Quatre shook his head against Trowa's shoulder and neck, his hair caressing his skin and making him hotter. "I have to_" "Stay right here." Trowa finished for him and bent his head down to suck on the tip of Quatre's ear. Quatre moaned and turned his head slightly so his lips were pressed against Trowa's neck. He licked the skin there before sucking on it and scraping it lightly with his teeth. Trowa's knees finally did give out and Quatre held him up, his attention never leaving his neck. Huge shocks ran through Trowa's system and he whimpered as the assault on his senses continued. "Quatre." "Mm." Quatre replied and gave Trowa's skin one last, almost regretful, swipe with his tongue before pulling back and looking into his eyes. Trowa was reminded of just how strong Quatre really was as he continued to hold him up, his eyes at the same level as Quatre's. Looking into those sea colored eyes, he did his best to get a hold of himself but could not regain control of his body. "Quatre..." Studying the blonde, he noticed the flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. Looking back into those eyes, he easily recognized what was plain for him to see. Lust. Quatre's eyes were filled with lust and it was obvious that he was keeping himself in check and holding it back. Trowa nearly moaned at the thought that it was all for him. "Quatre." Trowa said softly as he caressed the lips before him with a finger. Quatre's eyes became half-mast and he gently took the finger in his teeth, barely holding it there as he flicked his tongue against the tip before sucking on the digit. Trowa moaned as he thought of that attention being paid to another part of himself. "Quatre. Stay with me." He pulled his finger from Quatre's lips and ran his hand through platinum blonde hair briefly before cupping a cheek. Quatre said nothing, merely stared into his eyes. "I need you." Trowa said and he meant it. * Quatre knew he was lost when he heard those words. He felt that he couldn't deny Trowa anything and when Trowa said that he needed him... `This may be a mistake... But I'll gladly make it.' * Quatre's eyes changed suddenly and he kissed him again, this time taking his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling gently on it. He pulled it a little before letting it go and he looked into Trowa's eyes again. "I need you." He returned. "I'll stay." Trowa smiled and kissed him before regaining his feet
and standing, amazed that Quatre had been able to hold him up for
so long. He took Quatre's hand and led him away from a very confused
looking Lione and "Trowa!" Quatre whispered when he realized where they were going. Trowa turned around to see that Quatre was blushing a deep shade of pink. "The tent? Everyone will hear." He blushed even deeper and Trowa grinned at him. "Did you have someplace else in mind?" Quatre's blush grew a little stronger and he nodded. "Oui. It is somewhat near." "Bon. But I do have to get something first." Trowa blushed slightly. They quietly made their way to the tent and Trowa ducked inside, waiting for Quatre to follow. When the blonde did not, he asked him to enter. "Entrez vous." Quatre stepped slowly into the tent and looked around the small space. His eyes landed on the cot and he blushed all over again. Smiling to him, Trowa dove into his duffel and retrieved the oil he used to give his skin a bit of shine before his shows. Turning around, he saw that Quatre had gathered his blankets and pillow and was holding them, waiting for Trowa. Smiling to the blushing blonde, he took his free hand and they headed out of the tent and away from the camp. "Est-ce que c'est loin?" He asked. `I don't think I'll make it if it's too far...' Trowa thought with a touch of urgency. He thought he was doing rather well not pouncing on Quatre right then. But that did not mean that he could keep it up for long and, if the place was far away, he might just have to drag him into the bushes. Quatre shook his head. "No. Only a few minutes from here." He squeezed his hand and quickened his steps, obviously urgent as well. Trowa smiled as they got farther away from the camp and the firelight did nothing to illuminate their way. He noticed that it was a full moon out and, unlike the previous nights, there were no clouds in the sky. His breath caught as he looked back to Quatre. The blonde was stunning in moonlight, his features cast in a silver glow while his hair shone brilliantly. He took sure and confident steps, holding Trowa's hand tightly. He glanced to Trowa quickly and it seemed that his eyes caught the light of the moon and reflected it for an instant before he looked away, but Trowa assumed he had imagined it. Trowa had trouble seeing the ground well enough to be comfortable walking so quickly but he assumed from Quatre's stride that he could see very well and trusted that he would not let anything happen to him as long as he was leading him. They soon came upon a forest and Trowa hesitated and stopped walking. "Quatre... Where is this?" Quatre smiled brightly to him in the moonlight. "There's a clearing through here where no one ever goes. It's beautiful. I come here often to think. If you ever want to see nature in its purest of forms, this is the place to be." He said as he resumed. Trowa followed close to him, both because he still held his hand and because he could not see very well under the trees. "Can you see?" "Oui." Quatre said reassuringly. "The ground is flat here, do not worry." Trowa trusted him and kept up with his pace as they made their way deeper into the forest. Soon, he saw light through the trees and they stepped out of the tree line and into a small clearing. He gasped as he looked around. The clearing could not have been more than one hundred meters across and was covered in grass that was half a meter tall. The moon gave everything a shimmering quality as it touched everything with gentle light. The trees on all sides provided privacy. The place was enclosed, soft, and dimly lit. It was perfect. "It's beautiful." He said to Quatre as he looked around. He at last looked to Quatre who was smiling sweetly to him. Feeling that he couldn't help it, he bent down and kissed the blonde passionately for long moments before Quatre squeezed his hand again. Pulling back, he licked his lips and smiled at Quatre's dazed look. The blonde pulled him towards the center of the clearing and Trowa followed eagerly as his body hummed in anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer. * Carefully laying down the blanket, flattening the grass beneath it, Quatre stood and was about to say something when he was pounced. He knew he was going to fall and maneuvered himself so Trowa would land on top of him. He landed on the blanket that lay on a mat of flattened grass and moaned as Trowa attacked his lips. He responded to the kiss and moaned as Trowa's hands found the front of his shirt. * Trowa carefully unbuttoned the vest Quatre wore and pushed it aside so he could do the same to the shirt. He did his best not to tear the fabric, but he heard a small rip anyway. Once all the buttons were undone, Trowa released Quatre's lips and moved back to look at him. Quatre's eyes were half-mast as they gazed at him, his cheeks were flushed, the coloration visible even in the moonlight, and his shirt was pushed to the side enough that Trowa could see the creamy skin of his body. He slowly ran a finger from Quatre's jaw, down his neck, to the center of his chest and let his hand rest there. Quatre's skin was as soft as he knew it would be. Smooth and flawless, it was utterly perfect. * Quatre gasped slightly at the sensation of Trowa running a finger along his skin. He had laid back and let Trowa do as he wished until now, but he had no intention of letting it remain this way. Smiling up to Trowa, he decided that turn about was fair play and flipped them so that he was on top. Kissing Trowa senseless, he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled upward. Trowa cooperated and lifted his arms, letting Quatre undress him. They parted long enough for the shirt to pass before they resumed. Once the shirt left him, he pulled Quatre's over his shoulders and tried to get the article of clothing completely off him. Quatre aided in the task and, together, they managed to remove it. Looking down to Trowa, he smiled and kissed him again, lowering himself so that he lay on top of him. Electricity ran through him as their skin met and he gasped, breaking the kiss. "Trowa." * Trowa tried in vain to get his breathing under control as he held the blonde on top of him. `Amazing.' He thought as his body's temperature seemed to grow hotter and hotter. Holding Quatre's hips where he wanted them, he thrust his pelvis up to meet the blonde's and moaned, the blonde doing the same. He could feel the evidence of Quatre's passion against his own and he became even more desperate. Spreading his legs so his knees were on either side of Quatre's waist, he flipped them again, straddling the blonde's hips. Smirking down to Quatre's surprised look, he reached down to undo the blonde's slacks but was stopped as Quatre reached his own before he did. He moaned as Quatre's nimble fingers undid the buttons on his pants and pulled them down a little, freeing him from their confine. * Quatre smiled to him as he realized that he wore no underwear and gently wrapped a hand around him, running his thumb along the underside from the base of the erection to the tip. Trowa made a choked sound in the back of his throat and his eyes slid closed. Deciding that he liked the look on Trowa's face, Quatre wrapped his hand firmly around the arousal and stroked it slowly, watching Trowa's face the entire time. Trowa's lips parted slightly as he panted and threw his head back a little. He moaned and Quatre had to do the same, just the sight and sound of the other man driving him insane with need. * Trowa heard Quatre moan with him and looked down to the blonde who seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. Trowa's hips started moving with Quatre's hand of their own accord. The action caused him to rub against Quatre's own trapped erection and the blonde hissed and brought up a hand to hold Trowa still. Smirking, Trowa leaned down and captured one of Quatre's nipples with his mouth, sucking on it before flicking his tongue against it while his hand toyed with the other. Quatre hissed again and made a shocked and aroused sound in his throat. "Trowa." Trowa smiled slightly as he bit the skin in his mouth lightly. Quatre yelped quietly and his hand squeezed Trowa a little tighter, making him moan. Trowa sat back and took Quatre's hand by the wrist, carefully, and regretfully, pulling it away from his arousal. He smiled at Quatre's confused look and shimmied downward until he was no longer straddling his hips. He stopped when he was on Quatre's thighs. Reaching down, he grasped Quatre's slacks and undid the buttons slowly, teasing the blonde. Quatre's eyes remained locked on his as he was undressed. Trowa pulled the slacks and the article of clothing beneath them down and smiled as Quatre was exposed. Quatre reached up and pulled on Trowa's slacks, trying to get him out of them completely and Trowa complied, raising himself enough to push them down to his knees before freeing first one leg and then the other, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks as he did. He then pulled on Quatre's and worked them down his body. The blonde arched his back to allow the garment to be slid downwards and kicked off his shoes and socks as Trowa slid the pants down over his knees. Finally, Trowa had Quatre completely undressed and he sat back on his heals to appreciate the blonde for a moment. Quatre's body was shaped better than any statue mimicking perfection he had ever seen. He was lightly muscled and on the thin side. His arms and legs were long and graceful and his skin was just as smooth and flawless everywhere as it was on his face. His hair shimmered and the light of the moon swam in his eyes, making them seem to be a silver-ish blue. He was perfection in Trowa's eyes. * Quatre looked up to Trowa who was sitting next to him and studying him intently. Doing the same, he nearly whistled at how well made the acrobat truly was. His tanned skin shone in the light of the moon with a fine sheen of sweat, and his green eyes seemed to glow at Quatre. His impossible hair hung attractively over a small part of his face, not hiding too much of it, and his body... Muscled by his art and tense with anticipation... Not even the ancient Greek sculptors could have done such a fine job with him. "Trowa..." Trowa crawled over him then, straddling his thighs again, and their lips met, stealing away his words. Quatre moaned as Trowa's hand found his neglected arousal and his eyes slid closed as he was stroked slowly. `He's trying to drive me insane. That is the only explanation.' Panting for air, he broke the kiss. "Trowa..." "Oui?" Trowa's voice was smug. `That little devil, he knows what he's doing.' Quatre gasped as Trowa loosened his grip on him slightly and twisted his hand around his arousal, creating a swirling sensation as he stroked him. "Uhnnn... T... Trowa. Stop." He placed his hand over Trowa's and kept him still. "Trowa..." Trowa smiled down to him and waited for him to speak. "I need... I... Do you...? What did you...?" He blushed as he tried to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. After a few more failed attempts, Trowa took pity on him and picked up the forgotten bottle of oil, placing it in Quatre's hand. "Your tendency to be proper all the time can get in the way, no?" He grinned. Quatre blushed and looked to the bottle. "You want me to...?" "Oui." Trowa continued to grin down at him. "And soon. Or else..." To make good on the threat, he resumed stroking Quatre's erection and Quatre moaned and held his hand firm again. "Yes, yes." Quatre said quickly and flipped them. When Trowa was on his back, Quatre lifted the man's legs by his knees and pushed them apart and back so that he was exposed. He blushed as Trowa kept them there. `He's really flexible.' He thought and then shook himself out of his thoughts and liberally coated a finger with the oil. Placing a hand on Trowa's abdomen, he ignored the erection over it that looked urgent and he gazed into Trowa's eyes. "Have you ever done this before?" Trowa nodded and gave him a smile. "I know what to expect." He said with an eager gleam in his eyes and Quatre had to shake himself out of his thoughts again as he was lost to those green eyes. "Alright." He said with a smile. Stroking Trowa's abdomen slightly to comfort him, he inserted his forefinger carefully, withdrawing it after the first knuckle and then pushing deeper. He repeated the process, going deeper each time until he could work his entire finger into the man. When he could, he pulled out and coated it again along with his second finger and worked them inside, watching Trowa's face for any signs of pain. * Trowa winced barely as Quatre began to prepare him. It had been a while since he had done this and while he knew what to expect, the small amount of pain was still there. He knew that it was well worth it, however, so he waited and it soon passed and he looked into Quatre's eyes as he gazed at him. `He's really worried about hurting me.' He thought as he read the look in Quatre's eyes and recognized it as concern. Giving the blonde a smile, he reassured him that he was not hurting him and then moaned as Quatre found the place inside him that made him see stars. His head fell back onto the blanket as his hips moved with Quatre's fingers and shocks ran up and down his spine to fire off into his system. * Quatre saw the change on Trowa's face as he found that special place and ran his fingertips over it. He smiled to himself as Trowa moaned and let his head fall back. `Does he know how beautiful he is like this?' He wondered. Stretching the opening a little more, he decided that Trowa was ready when his legs began to tremble. Removing his fingers from Trowa's body, he poured some of the oil onto his hand and coated himself with it to ensure that he would not hurt him. He then positioned himself and took both of Trowa's hands in his. Opening his eyes and looking into Quatre's, Trowa twined their fingers together and Quatre did the same. "Are you ready?" He asked and Trowa nodded, gazing into Quatre's eyes. Pushing Trowa's hands down to the blanket, he braced his own atop them so he could move from his poised position and brought his hips forward carefully. He gasped as he entered Trowa slowly, and paused after a moment, giving the man time to adjust. "Trowa." He panted for air. * Trowa's eyes slid closed in bliss as he felt Quatre enter him. Once Quatre was completely inside, he moaned and wrapped his legs around his hips, crossing his ankles so he could not go anywhere. Quatre felt like he was made to be inside him. He touched him in all the right places and they fit together perfectly. He smiled to himself as he realized that the blonde was waiting for him to adjust, remaining perfectly still save for his panting breaths. He opened his eyes and looked up to Quatre and his breath caught. Quatre's face was awash in passion, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his lips slightly parted. At this angle, with the moon behind him, he was framed in a silver lining and his hair captured the light and seemed to glow, making him seem even more angelic than he already did. He squeezed Trowa's hands and opened his eyes and looked into his own. "Trowa..." Trowa smiled to him and stretched upward, kissing him slowly. He pulled back after a short moment and squeezed his legs around Quatre's waist. The action made Quatre gasp with the movement and his eyes widened while his cheeks flushed prettily. "Quatre..." Trowa said softly. "Do I have to threaten you again?" He squeezed his legs again and grinned as Quatre gasped once more. * Quatre did not need to be told twice. `Er. Thrice.' He began a series of slow, deep thrusts, moaning at the sensation that washed over him. Trowa felt incredible like this. Trowa threw back his head and arched his back off the blanket for a moment. He leaned forward and licked the skin of Trowa's chest, finding a nipple and teasing it to hardness with his lips. Once it reached the state in which he wished it, he held it gently with his teeth and flicked his tongue against it. Satisfied that it had received enough attention, he moved on and did the same to the other. After a long moment, he changed his pace and target so that he was thrusting quickly and shallowly over that special spot and he smiled to himself as, with a cry, Trowa's back arched off the blanket again and he began to meet Quatre's hips with his own. * Trowa cried out as Quatre changed the way he was thrusting
and was washed away by a tide of pleasure that seemed to take him
further and further away from himself. It was the most intense sexual
sensation he Then Quatre was sucking on the base of his neck and he tilted his head back as pleasant shocks ran though his system from that as well. * Quatre moaned as he was taken higher and higher by passion.
Trowa was warm and tight and this act was more than he could handle
for very long. The fact that he loved Trowa made him feel even more
swept away He found himself sucking at the base of Trowa's neck as it was the only part of the muscular column that he could reach in his position. `I didn't even realize I was doing it.' He thought but could not seem to make himself stop. His canines extended and he realized that his body was telling him something. `He won't mind if I... He wouldn't know. I could just heal them afterwards. And I know he would like it.' He justified. After a very short moment, Trowa tilted his head back for him, stretching his neck, and Quatre could not help himself. He licked the skin over the artery and gently pierced right next to it with his fangs. Trowa cried out loudly and squeezed Quatre's hands tightly in his. His legs tightened around his hips as he bucked on the blanket. Whimpering, he tilted his head back further for Quatre. * Trowa shouted something incoherent as a new wave of pleasure hit him, sweeping him away with it. It complimented what he was already feeling with a sweet sensation that encompassed his entire body as well as his soul, but he felt that it would be just as pleasant alone. `I've never felt this before.' He wondered what it was for a moment before giving up and surrendering himself to it. The world seemed so far away as he was taken higher and higher and he knew that he would not last long. * Quatre was hopeless as he tasted Trowa for the first time. He was different than any other he had had this way. He was much sweeter and Quatre wondered if he ate nothing but sugar. There were other differences to which he could not put names but he summed them up as Trowa. Trowa was Trowa and that was that. He took only a small amount before he pulled away and
licked the wounds closed quickly, smiling to himself as Trowa whimpered.
He then sucked hard on Trowa's neck, purposely discoloring the tanned
skin with gentle teeth and tongue so that Trowa would have a mark
later. If he did not, it would seem a little strange. As he did this,
he released Trowa's left hand and slipped his between them to stroke
Trowa's erection in * Trowa moaned as he was brought even closer to his end. Quatre had been nibbling on his neck while he was thrusting into him with perfect timing and aim. Now Quatre was stroking him time with his thrusts and Trowa knew that he was done for. Holding Quatre tightly with his free arm, he shouted
into the night as he climaxed, his body becoming tight. He heard Quatre
gasp and shout something as well and felt him squeeze his hand tightly
but he was too It was the most intense orgasm Trowa had ever had and he vowed to find out how Quatre had done it so he could return the favor. After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked up to Quatre and found the blonde gazing at him and waiting for him to come around. "Qua..." He wet his lips and tried to make sound with his dry throat. "Quatre..." His voice sounded hoarse in his ears and he realized just how much noise he had made. Quatre smiled slightly and stroked Trowa's hair away from his eyes. "Oui?" "I love you." Trowa said hoarsely. Smiling, Quatre stretched upward and kissed him chastely. "I love you, too, Habib." Too tired to ask, Trowa decided to find out what that word meant tomorrow. "Can we stay here tonight?" "Oui. No one will come." Quatre said as he kissed Trowa's hair. He gently withdrew and held Trowa as carefully as if he were made of glass. Trowa smiled as he felt Quatre wrap the blanket around him and hold him. He frowned when he noticed that Quatre was not in the blanket with him. "Quatre?" The blonde's voice held a smile. "It's too small for the two of us. I don't mind sleeping on the grass." "Don't be ridiculous." Trowa said stubbornly as he held the blanket open. "Get in here with me so you don't freeze to death." Quatre chuckled and did so, wrapping his arms around Trowa and burying his nose in his shoulder. It was true, the blanket was too small for two people and Trowa shivered just slightly in the cold night air, but he wasn't about to let Quatre sleep on the ground with NO blanket. He wondered why Quatre felt a little... cool, but, as the blonde wasn't shivering, he decided that he was alright. Holding him close to himself, he kissed his hair and then drifted off to sleep. * Quatre felt Trowa fall asleep and, very carefully, moved away. He got out of Trowa's arms and then out of the blanket, carefully wrapping it around Trowa whom was shivering slightly in his sleep. He then carefully placed the pillow under Trowa's head and smiled as Trowa mumbled something in his sleep. `You need these more than I do.' Lying on his back, he looked up at the stars and moon, smiling as he put his hands behind his head and thought about the last few days. `When can I tell him? I want so badly for him to know ME and not who I pretend to be for others' sakes. I want to tell him now, but... But I would not be able to survive his rejection. There's nothing to be done about it. I love him too much to lie to him forever. I would have to tell him eventually. He would figure something was strange when I did not age after a few years.' Looking back to Trowa's sleeping features, he stroked his hair away from his face and smiled as it went right back to how it had been. `Would he be capable of knowing such a secret? Would he hate me?' He lay on his side again and stroked Trowa's cheek gently. "Trowa." He whispered softly to the sleeping boy. "Dormez vous?" When he was answered by steady breathing, he spoke quietly. "I know not how you got into my heart so quickly, but I hope you never leave. I love you more already than I have loved any other in all my life. I want... I want to tell you something. But you have to promise that you won't be scared away. You have to promise that you won't stop loving me." Trowa stirred in his sleep, draping an arm over Quatre's hips while he cuddled his body closer to his, mumbling in soft French. "I'll always love you." Quatre smiled and held Trowa tightly. He closed his eyes as tears came to them. `I wish he was awake. Then that would mean something.' Burying his head in Trowa's shoulder, he let himself drift. `I'll tell him. Someday...' * * * ************** See? Rocket. Damn, those G Boys just seem to jump into bed at the drop of a hat when I'm a the helm, ne? Eeep. Oh well, I just balance it with cuteness or humor and hope it works. Fluff can to amazing things. Can anyone tell that I find Katherine to be annoying? She was always so... Grrr! Watching the show, I just wished someone would hand her some little pills that would counter the fact that she had a stick up her ass and maybe make her not such a haneous bitch. I always wondered why Trowa never killed her. Back to
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