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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. /TEXT/ is Telepathy
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 6 Quatre waited for Trowa on the outskirts of the campground
as they had arranged. He had bought another rose for the acrobat and
was holding it in his left hand, nervously twirling it in his fingers.
`What if Duo says something stupid and lets something slip? What if
Wufei gets angry at something and does something that humans can't
do? What if they both ruin this night and Trowa gets scared away?'
He worried as he twirled `It would be easy enough for them to do. With the way they fight. Duo is never good at keeping quiet and Wufei was never good at keeping his temper. Maybe this is a bad idea.' He scowled. He was so distracted by his inner thoughts that he hadn't noticed when someone had spoken to him. "I said hello." Came a woman's voice and he turned his eyes to his side to see Katherine standing there with crossed arms. "Oh. Hello." He said with a smile. When she did not return the _expression, he let it drop. "Um..." "Look. Trowa is crazy about you." She said as she studied him. "But I don't think, when he looks at you, that he really sees you." `What does THAT mean?' "Pardon?" Quatre asked politely. "You... You're... You've done bad things. I can tell just by looking at you. Your hands have blood on them." She said and his eyes widened. Briefly looking into her mind, he saw that she didn't know what he had done or what he was. All that she had was an intuitive feeling about him. `This can be taken care of.' "I don't care why your hands are stained, I just care that they are. And I don't want you to do anything like that to Trowa." He shook his head sincerely. "I couldn't. I am `crazy' about him as well. I would never hurt him. I love him." She shook her head. "But you don't KNOW him. You weren't there for him when he cried because he missed his parents. You weren't there for him when he fell while practicing and had to be taken care of. I don't know why he trusts you so much. I don't think he should." Quatre stared at her. "What is it you want me to say? I can't stay away from him. He wouldn't want me to do that, anyway." She nodded. "He wouldn't." Stepping closer, she stared down into his eyes. "But if you ever do anything to hurt him in any way, I'll make you suffer." She said menacingly enough. "Then I suppose neither of us should worry." He said to her. Her eyes narrowed at him and she nodded. "Keep it that way." He nodded mutely and she spun around and walked away towards where the tents were. Once her back was turned, he slouched, trembling slightly. `Well, that was a regular breath of vile air. How is it that I've only known Trowa a few days and already I'm being threatened by his family? Isn't this supposed to take longer?' He looked over to the tents and saw Trowa emerge from the crowd, his hair still a little wet from the baths and making his way towards him. Smiling wryly, Quatre walked to where the other man was. "Are you alright?" Trowa looked concerned. "You seem pale." He placed his hand on Quatre's brow. Quatre smiled inwardly at the gesture. "I'm fine. I just had a talk with Katherine." Trowa's eyes widened. "What did she say?" "Oh, nothing too strange. Made me promise not to kill you, that sort of thing." Trowa looked like he was torn between being outraged and bursting into laughter. "She didn't." "Did." Quatre waved a hand. "It's alright. I don't mind. She's only looking out for your wellbeing." He held up the rose. "This is for you." Trowa smiled and took the flower, smelling it before taking Quatre's hand in his own. "Shall we?" Quatre asked with a smile as he squeezed the hand in his. "Oui." Trowa answered and Quatre led the way towards home. * * * Trowa gaped at the large house that they stood in front of. "This is your place?" "Yes." Quatre said with a bright smile. "It's huge! Granted, this is coming from a man who lives in a tent, but mon dieu." Quatre giggled slightly. "I live with two others. We all like to have a little bit of space to ourselves so..." He looked back to the house. After a moment of Trowa gaping at it, he squeezed his hand. "It has an inside, as well." "Huh? Oh, yes." Trowa said dumbly as he allowed himself to be led up the step and to the door. Quatre turned the handle and the dark wood door opened. "Dammit!!! Leave me alone!!!" "Why are you running away? It's not going to hurt you." Trowa turned his eyes to Quatre who had wide eyes and his skin seemed pale. "What..." "Wait here, please." Quatre said politely and stepped into the house, closing the door partway behind himself. * Quatre's eyes widened in horror as he heard shouting from within the house. `Oh no.' Leaving Trowa on the doorstep, he entered and his eyes landed on Duo and Wufei. Duo was chasing the Chinese man around the house with a... a rabbit? Yes, that's what it was. It was a small gray hare that he held gently in his hands. Wufei was managing to get away from him, but he looked incredibly angry, his eyes glowing just slightly with barely suppressed Ki, obviously doing his best not to destroy the house. `How could they do this? Why couldn't they let me have ONE night of peace? After I asked them to act like civil people? Just for a few hours? Why can't they ever just give me a break?' /BAAAAKAAASSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!/ He shouted at them and they stopped mid stride and looked over at him. /WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?!?!? I ASKED FOR ONE NIGHT OF BORDERLINE NORMALCY AND YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT?!/ Duo blinked. "Nani?" /Trowa is outside!/ Quatre yelled at him. He looked back as he realized that that was no longer true and saw Trowa peeking around the door into the house. `Oh no. This is a disaster.' /Wufei! Your eyes!/ Wufei's eyes instantly became normal and he and Duo both took normal postures, standing on both feet. "Do you mind telling me what is going on here?" Quatre asked and Wufei scowled. "He brought that THING into the house." He pointed at the rabbit and Duo moved it towards his hand quickly, making a hissing noise as if it were attacking him. Wufei recoiled in fear from the rodent and glowered at the braided man. "And he won't let it go." "It's scared." Duo said in his defense. "I found it as it was just about to get run over so I brought it in. I didn't think Wu-man was scared of bunnies." He grinned to Quatre hopefully. "Can I keep it?" Wufei turned white with rage. "It will chew all
the furniture and leave droppings all over the house! Of course you
can't keep it, baka!" He made to attack but Duo held up the animal
and Wufei yelped and jumped Duo gave him a sad look. "Why do you have to be so mean? What do you gain by picking on him?" "Fine! I won't pick on him! I'll just eat him for dinner!" He made to grab the animal and Duo kept him away. "You wouldn't!" He seemed mortified. "Watch me, Maxwell!" He made another grab for the rabbit. "ENOUGH!!!" All heads turned to Quatre. He
shook with barely suppressed rage. It was rare that he got angry,
but this time, they had gone too far. He managed to keep his voice
calm. "Duo, you can't have a pet. You have to let it go in the
morning. Wufei, you can't try to eat Duo's temporary pet. Now, both
of you." He turned and took Trowa's hand in his, giving him a
reassuring look as he squeezed the hand and gently * Trowa stared at the two that Quatre had just introduced him to. They stared back at him and he studied them as they seemed to be doing the same. One was Chinese, his hair pulled into a tight pony tail
that seemed to defy gravity. He wore white oriental clothes and he
was well muscled. His eyes were pitch black and Trowa wondered if
they had bottoms to The other had chestnut hair thrown into a braid that went all the way down his back. He wore black slacks and a black shirt. He was taller than the Chinese man and his eyes were a bright violet color that one did not see so often and his long bangs hung into them. Duo smiled brightly to him and stepped forward, extending a hand. "Enchantè de faire votre connaissance." He said, speaking French for the first time since Trowa had arrived. His accent was only slightly thicker than Quatre's, but it added to the way he spoke, giving it a little extra something just like Quatre. Trowa smiled slightly as he shook the hand. "Oui." * Quatre let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as Trowa shook hands with Duo. `If there's one thing Duo can do, it's break the ice.' Wufei came closer to Trowa and sniffed the air slightly before looking at Quatre. /So this is who you smelled like./ Quatre gave him a slight glare which Wufei ignored as he shook hands with Trowa next, trying to repeat what Duo had said and failing more or less. Trowa smiled to him and repeated what Wufei was trying to say and Wufei nodded that that was it. Trowa then explained that his English was horrid so he could sympathize and Wufei nodded again and stepped back. Smiling, Quatre took Trowa's hand and offered him a glass of Chardonnay and Duo and Wufei both nodded that they would join. * * * Trowa looked about the spacious room that Quatre lived in. There was a large bed with deep red blankets and white
trim. Next to the bed was a large book shelf that was absolutely full
of books. There were even a few stacked on the floor next to it as
there was no more "Wow." He whistled at the composition of the bedroom. "This is amazing." Quatre shrugged. "I suppose. I like it well enough." Trowa continued to look around the room and his eyes landed on a black case that was leaned against the wall. It was small and shaped almost like a skewed pear. "Ah. This is something I've had for a long time." Quatre said as he walked forward and picked it up, setting it on the bed. Opening it, he gently pulled out a shiny, reddish violin and a bow. The instrument was finely made and Trowa could tell, even with his untrained eye, that it was an antique. He ran gentle fingers down the well-polished wood when Quatre brought it over to him. "It's beautiful." He said as he marveled at it. He suddenly wished he had brought his flute. "It sounds even more beautiful." Quatre said as he examined a very small chip in the side of the neck. "Can I hear?" Trowa asked hopefully and Quatre raised his eyes to his. "...Alright." He raised the instrument and turned it around, resting his chin on the body and bringing up the bow. He gently placed the bow on the strings and waited a moment. Then, placing his fingers on the strings over the neck, he pulled the bow and a sweet low note floated to Trowa's ears, followed by many more. The melody Quatre played was slow, melancholy and beautiful as it rose from the instrument. It swept Trowa away with it and he let it wash over himself, merely hearing, doing nothing else. After a few minutes, the song slowed to an end and Quatre let the instrument fall, holding the neck in one hand and the bow in the other at his sides. He seemed to be shaking just barely and Trowa blinked. "That was beautiful." He said and smiled as Quatre blushed. "Merci. I never really play in front of people." He said as he turned and walked to the bed, putting the violin away and closing the case, setting it back against the wall. Trowa embraced him from behind. "I'll have to return the favor." He said and nibbled gently on Quatre's ear. He held Quatre's shoulder with the hand that was not holding the rose. Quatre moaned and brought a hand up behind himself, cupping the back of Trowa's neck. "Trowa." Smirking, Trowa moved his mouth downward to the place just below the ear. Quatre gasped and it seemed that his knees gave out as he slipped a little in Trowa's arms before he tightened them and held him up against himself. * Quatre moaned as Trowa teased just below his ear. It was a sensitive spot and he gasped as he began to fall. Trowa held him tightly to keep him upright and Quatre could feel his hardness against his back and it made him moan again. Trowa tugged on the fabric of his shirt slightly. "You're overdressed." Quatre considered the situation. He wanted to make love with Trowa again. Trowa obviously wanted to as well. Duo and Wufei had left the house tactfully, telling him privately that they needed to hunt, Duo winking at him as he did so. `We have the house to ourselves. We may as well use it.' "Trowa." "Mm?" Trowa replied as he gently bit the skin he was teasing. "Uhn." Quatre moaned at the sensation. It
was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts. "Bed."
He felt Trowa grin against his skin and moaned, picturing the look
on Trowa's face. He was pushed forward Trowa's hands were then on his shirt and he was unbuttoning it hastily. Quatre reached down and pulled on Trowa's meaningfully and they both removed each other's shirts before quickly moving on to the pants. He managed to get Trowa's unbuttoned first and began to slide them down. Trowa sat up briefly and reached back, pulling off his shoes and socks, throwing them to the floor. Quatre kicked off his own and continued to slide Trowa's tight pants down his long legs. At last they were off and Trowa placed Quatre's hands above his head on the mattress, applying a brief amount of pressure, telling him silently to keep them there. Blushing, Quatre nodded and watched as Trowa slowly unbuttoned his slacks, pulling them downwards smoothly along with his underwear. When they were gone and forgotten, he watched Trowa pick up the rose and moaned as he ran the soft petals along his skin. Trowa smirked and trailed the petals from Quatre's neck
down to his chest. He caressed Quatre's nipples with the flower and
smiled as Quatre blushed deeper and gasped. After teasing them alternately
for Quatre threw his head back and bit his lip to keep from making too much noise at what Trowa did next. * Beginning at the very base and working his way up, Trowa
slowly ran the petals up the underside of Quatre's erection. He smiled
as Quatre thrashed his head on the pillow and delighted in the strangled
cries Quatre cried out and his hips bucked slightly as his back arched off the bed, his hands leaving their place above his head and burying themselves in Trowa's hair. "T-Trowa!" He groaned as Trowa moved his head up before moving down again, this time taking Quatre deeper. He smiled inwardly at the blonde's reaction and pulled
back far enough to tease the tip with his tongue, his hand still grasping
Quatre at the base. After a short moment, he let his head move downward
again, this time sucking on Quatre's arousal as he took him as far
as he could into his mouth, his nose barely touching Quatre's abdomen.
He removed his hand from him as he did so and rubbed his tongue against
the length as Quatre gave another strangled sounding noise and his fingers tightened in Trowa's hair as his hips jerked. Trowa would have grinned if he could. He knew he was good at this, had been told enough times and he had wanted to return the favor to Quatre for giving him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. Quatre hadn't had the chance to teach him any of his tricks, so he repaid him with what he knew. And, apparently, was doing a good job. * Quatre was in Hell. Or Heaven. He hadn't believed in either until this moment and he wasn't even sure which one he was in at the time. He was washed away as Trowa continued to assault his senses but he needed something more. He nearly screamed as he felt Trowa push his legs apart tentatively, craving what came next. Trowa did it as if he was unsure if it was alright for him to do so, if it was what Quatre wanted. Quatre pet his hair and parted his legs for him, verbal
speech beyond him as long as Trowa's mouth was on him. He brought
up his knees to tell Trowa that it was what he needed and yelped as
Trowa nodded only * Trowa pushed Quatre's legs back a little farther and bobbed his head a few times. He was anxious to take things to the next step and he brought a hand up and gently teased Quatre's entrance with the tip of a finger. Quatre moaned and Trowa had his permission. Giving the arousal in his mouth a last swipe with his tongue, he moved his head up and released it. Quatre groaned in disappointment and raised his head, leaning against his elbows on the bed and opening his closed eyes to gaze at Trowa with hazy, lust glazed sea-blues. Smiling to the blonde, Trowa reached down over the side of the bed to the floor and retrieved his pants, pulling a small bottle he had bought earlier that day out of the pocket. He opened it and smiled slightly as the smell of the scented oil met his nose. He poured a small amount of the thick substance onto his fingers and held the bottle in one hand while the other went to the blonde. Pushing Quatre's legs back and smiling as the blonde held them there, he gently ran a finger with the oil on it over the opening where they would soon join. Quatre gasped quietly and his cheeks blushed prettily. He nodded to Trowa and Trowa continued. Carefully, Trowa pushed the tip of his finger against the small opening and smiled as it gave in. He pushed his finger partway inside and watched Quatre's face for any sign of pain. The blonde gave him none, merely fell back, panting and moaning softly as Trowa pushed a little deeper. Trowa pulled his finger outwards slowly before pushing it back, trying to get the muscle to relax. Quatre was tight and Trowa was worried that he would hurt him if he didn't prepare him properly. He repeated the process a few times before removing his finger, adding more oil to it and inserting it again, rubbing the oil onto the skin he touched as well as inside the blonde. Quatre was breathing heavily with need now and Trowa was in the same state, but he knew they had to wait for a little longer. Eventually, the muscle loosened enough that he could insert a second finger and did so, working them into the blonde with gentle persistence. * Quatre groaned and his head thrashed a little on the pillow as Trowa stretched him. He wanted to tell Trowa to just take him, but he knew the young man wouldn't. While Quatre knew that he wouldn't be hurt by a quick joining, Trowa did not, so he let him take his time. He screamed as Trowa found the place inside him that made him buck on the mattress. He clawed at the blanket, squeezing it in his hands as he had nothing else on which to hold. His hips began to move with Trowa's fingers, slamming down on them and he nearly wept with need as Trowa hit on the spot again and again. * Trowa smiled as he found the spot inside the blonde that would make love-making as sweet for him as it would be for Trowa. He mercilessly toyed with it with his fingertips and smirked as Quatre yelped, his hips trying to get Trowa to go faster. Adding a little more oil and placing a hand on one of Quatre's hips, he held him still as he added a third finger, stretching the muscle more by moving them in shallow thrusting motions. After the muscle relaxed completely, he slid them inside slowly and toyed again with that spot, delighting in Quatre's whimpers as he did so, before he pulled them out. Quatre raised himself up slightly and watched as Trowa poured a little more oil onto his fingers and coated himself with it, making certain that there would be no pain during the act for either of them. Closing the bottle, Trowa leaned over Quatre, placing his hands on either side of the blonde's shoulders, and kissed him deeply, mimicking what they were about to do. Quatre responded to the kiss and wrapped his arms around him. Pulling back, he gazed at him. The blonde gazed up at him with glazed eyes and pink cheeks, his lips parted as he panted for air, his wavy platinum hair slightly mussed. "Ready?" Quatre nodded eagerly as he wrapped his legs around his hips and Trowa guided himself to the blonde's entrance before returning his hand to the bed. Pushing his hips forward slowly, he gasped and tossed his head back with a moan as he entered the blonde slowly. Looking down to the blonde, he saw that he was having the same reaction. Quatre arched on the bed beneath him, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he gasped, holding Trowa tightly. Trowa paused when he was half way inside and pulled
back slightly before pushing forward again. He repeated the act several
times, going deeper each one until he was fully inside and then stopped
to rein in The blonde was either a virgin in this way or had been chaste for a great while. His body was also very small and Trowa wished that he had spent a little more time preparing him for Quatre's sake as he seemed a little too tight. Waiting for long moments, he finally felt Quatre relax a little and looked down to him, waiting for him to open his eyes. When, at last, they opened, he gazed into them and felt as if he could drown in their depths. "Are you alright?" Quatre smiled and nodded, flexing his legs slightly, the shifting muscles making Trowa gasp. "Oui." He licked under Trowa's jaw before nibbling gently on his skin. "But I won't be for long if we stay this way." He said and bit the skin a little roughly. Trowa was a glad that Quatre wasn't in pain, but he still felt that he should wait a little longer for him, as hard as it was to do. "Trowa." Quatre said against his neck. "Please. No more waiting." He said as if he had read his mind. Trowa nodded and groaned as he pulled his hips back slowly before sliding in again. * Quatre moaned at the friction of Trowa inside him. `I
take it back. This is Heaven.' He thought as he moaned again as Trowa
pulled out for another slow thrust. After a few tries, Trowa relocated
that spot in Despite this, Trowa kept his movements even and slow. He knew Trowa was worried about hurting him, but he wanted things to go a little faster. Bending his legs back further, he used another skill he had acquired in India. * Trowa nearly screamed as he felt Quatre do... SOMETHING.
He didn't know exactly what it was, but it made him a little more
desperate as he was taken high on a wave of pleasure. "Qua...
Quatre! Uhn." He moaned as Quatre moved muscles inside himself
he didn't know people had. The movements complimented his thrusts
perfectly and he panted as he sped up steadily. He didn't want to
hurt Quatre, but he couldn't help * Quatre would have smirked at Trowa's reaction if he hadn't been so busy moaning. With Trowa's quicker thrusts came better aim and, in this position, there was much more friction and he lost himself to the feeling. He held Trowa tightly in his arms as he rode higher and higher. Bending his head, he barely reached the dark bruise on Trowa's neck from his previous ministrations and pierced it gently, only taking a few drops before licking the wounds closed and healing the bruise as he did so. He had never intended for the mark to be so dark in the first place so healing it seemed to be the right thing to do. Panting for air for a moment, Quatre writhed on the bed, the thrusts from Trowa driving him insane and he knew that he was near. Sucking carefully on the skin of Trowa's jaw, he stifled a scream as he felt him take his arousal in his hand and stroke it. "Trowa!" * Trowa screamed as the same sensation washed over him as the night before when Quatre teased his neck. Coupled with what he was already feeling, he knew it was his end. He felt his body become tight as he thrust frantically a few more times into Quatre while he stroked the blonde's erection in one hand. He felt Quatre become tighter around him as his hips bucked off the bed to meet him as the blonde shouted his name. Trowa shouted Quatre's name as well as he climaxed, thrusting shallowly a few more times as he stroked him quickly, smiling as he heard Quatre gasping for air. Waiting for a few moments as he got his breathing under control, he looked down to Quatre and smiled. The blonde was breathing heavily and Trowa thought he caught sight of a pair of long, sharp teeth for an instant, but when he looked for them when Quatre's lips opened again, they were not there and he assumed it a trick of the light. Quatre continued to hold him with one trembling arm as he caught his breath. His other hand was holding his discarded shirt over the tip of his erection. Trowa had to raise an eyebrow at that. "Quatre?" Quatre looked up to him. "Oui?" "Why this shirt?" He toyed with it with the hand that had still been on him and Quatre bundled it and threw it across the room. "To keep the blankets clean of course." He said and his breath hitched a little as Trowa withdrew from him and sat back on his heals on the other side of the bed from him. He blinked at him and propped himself up on his elbows. "Trowa? What's wrong?" Trowa warred within himself if he should say anything
and finally decided that talk could not hurt him. "But... You
don't... When you... You never... There's never anything. It's like
you don't finish." Trowa said carefully, not wanting to make
Quatre upset. "There's no seed." He said and Quatre blushed
deeply and looked away, a small scowl on his brow. "Not last
night and not today." He waited for a moment before Quatre looked back to him with wide eyes and crawled over to him on his hands and knees, his eyes level with Trowa's as he stayed in that pose mere centimeters from him. "Trowa. Look into my eyes." He said softly. "Are they those of a child?" Trowa looked into Quatre's eyes and saw maturity, experience and wisdom there, floating through the sea-blue depths. "No." "That is because a child I am not." Quatre said seriously. "Are you sick?" Trowa asked and Quatre shook his head. "But, there has to be a reason!" He complained. "A reason for everything that doesn't make sense!" He rubbed his temples for a moment before stopping as warm hands cupped his cheeks. He raised his eyes and met Quatre's only a few centimeters away. "Trowa." Quatre spoke softly. "Do you love me?" He nodded without thinking about it and Quatre smiled wryly. "Then why should it matter?" Trowa shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It just... puzzles me." Quatre stroked Trowa's hair out of his eyes and ran his fingers down his cheek. "Life is a puzzle, Habib." He whispered. "There are many things that will never make sense. But what is clear to me is that I love you. And if you feel the same, then it makes no difference if a few things are confusing. No?" Trowa nodded and embraced him. "Do you know? Do you know why you are so strange?" Quatre was silent and Trowa buried his head in his shoulder as tears came to his eyes. "Why won't you tell me?!" He sniffled slightly and Quatre's arms were about him as well. "If I love you, then you know I should know. Do you think I am not trustworthy?" "No, Trowa, it's not that." Quatre said quickly, his voice wavering. Trowa moved back. He was stunned to find tears in Quatre's eyes. "Then tell me." He gently wiped the tears away and cupped Quatre's cheeks in his hands. "Quatre. Tell me. I don't care what it is. I just want to know." Quatre held his hands over Trowa's on his cheeks and gazed at him for a long moment before pulling them away and shaking his head, lowering his eyes to the blanket. "Not now. I won't tell you now." Trowa took a deep breath and Quatre raised timid eyes to his. "Someday." Trowa nodded and sighed. "I love you." He said as he brushed Quatre's bangs away from his face. "And I will wait. But I will not wait forever." Quatre nodded and dropped his gaze to the blanket and Trowa kissed him softly before embracing him tightly. "I love you, too." Quatre whispered and Trowa nodded again as he laid them both on the bed, holding the blonde against himself. Quatre caressed his cheek as he was held in Trowa's arms and Trowa took his hand, holding it in his and twining their fingers together, kissing where they met. He gazed into Quatre's expressive eyes for what seemed to be an eternity and drowned in their sea-blue depths, holding him close as he fell asleep. * Quatre watched as Trowa fell to sleep and let the tears come. `Gomen nasai, Trowa.' He apologized as he kissed their hands as well. `I love you too much to trust you.' He brought up the large blanket on Trowa's other side with a small exertion of his mind, wrapping it around him, and did the same for himself so he would have at least a little body heat come morning. Burying his head under Trowa's chin, he let himself fall asleep for a short while, his last few tears falling to Trowa's skin. * * * ********************** Back to
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