The Pasts We Wish We Didn’t Have: Part Eight

 

 

 

            “I’m sorry that the sleeping arrangements aren’t very desirable, but we never expect visitors. You know, the whole other realm thing…”

            Quatre and Trowa looked at the make-shift bed of feathers and straw, “It’s ok, I understand.” Quatre said, being helpful. Michael nodded, another angel, the one with golden wings, appeared in the doorway. “Michael, your needed.” Michael nodded, his smiling face became stony. Quatre wasn’t sure what was the ceremony to find Lorelei involved, but every time an angel spoke of it, they gained that same expression. “I’m sure you boys will be able to survive the night without me. Good evening.” He nodded to the lovers and left. The gold-winged angel followed him, bowed to Trowa and Quatre and closed the door.

            “Why do you always have to be so nice, my Little One?”

            Quatre stared at Trowa dumbfounded as Trowa laid on the bed, he knew it was a joke, but still. “I couldn’t have the archangel sleep on something like this!” He sat on the bed next to his lover. Trowa smiled. That smile, for others it was so rare, but for Quatre, it was something Trowa gave to him often, and he loved the taller man all the more for it.

            “Lay with me. Be with me.” Trowa whispered and opened his long arms for Quatre. Quatre fell into them, listening to Trowa’s heartbeat for a moment before sliding his hands under the shirt. He slowly slipped the black material away from Trowa’s chest, tracing his small pale hands along the lines for his lover’s well defined chest. Slowly he bent his head to kiss Trowa’s nipples. Trowa gave away a small grunt as Quatre lightly sucked, and then left Trowa’s chest to kiss his lips. The two lovers locked each other in a kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouths while Quatre’s hand quickly undid Trowa’s pants and then his own. Trowa broke the kiss to slip off Quatre’s vest, then he slowly undid each button, until the shirt was completely lose on his younger lover’s body. He smiled once more, arching his back to kiss Quatre lightly on the check before gliding the shirt away from Quatre’s flesh. The looked at each other for a moment before each went to slide off their own pants. Quatre moved cat-like to lie next to Trowa and in the same moment Trowa moved to sit behind his koi. His body burned for Quatre, but he still moved slowly. They had done this so many times, but still they relished every moment of it. They had grown tried of quick fucks during the war, when they had done it whenever and wherever possible; the memory of the linen closet of Peacemillion had taught them to enjoy lovemaking. Slowly Trowa slithered his hands down Quatre’s back, sending shockwaves of desire through the Arabian. Trowa’s hands moved to Quatre’s small buttocks, separating the cheeks slowly before he finally entered Quatre, sliding his hand around Quatre’s body to cover him the same moment and, slowly, started moving his hand. Quatre gasped and Trowa let him get used to the feeling before he started moving his hips. Together their bodies moved up and down, slow at first, but then quickly picking up pace. “Trowa,” Quatre groaned. Trowa said nothing, but moans and grunts escaped his lips, above which small beads of sweat had gathered, his arm and hips moving rigorously, Quatre quivered under him and together the two male lovers came, gasping and screaming, as if they really were one. Then they both collapsed, and laid next to each other, Trowa sucked the webbing between his thumb and fingers, tasting the precious essence of his little lover.

            Quatre caught his breath then quickly threw his arms around Trowa’s chest, nestling his face in Trowa’s sweaty skin. He breathed in deeply and smiled, “Umm…Trowa smell.” He said playfully. Trowa smiled, placed his arm around Quatre’s back and closed his eyes.

            “I love you, Quatre.” He whispered, tried.

            “I loved you too.” Quatre responded before yawning and closing his eyes as well.

 

            Heero felt Duo slip in the bed next to him, he suppressed a smile, listening to Duo breathe. He heard Duo’s hands against the bed, the creaking, but then came a sound he wasn’t familiar with, the rustling of feathers. Heero opened his eyes to this sound to see Duo looking at him mischievously, his wings folded behind him. With the only light in the room moonlight, the feathers seemed black, not dark red.

            “What are you doing here?” Heero asked, monotonously.

            “Come on, if you haven’t figured it out--” Duo began to joke.

            “What about Lorrie?”

            Duo paused, turning away from Heero, biting his lip. He seemed lost in memories for a moment before turning back to Heero and looked at him, blue eyes stared into violet ones, more violet now then they had ever been on Earth. For one moment those violet eyes seemed lost, helpless, then Duo smiled again and slowly the wings slid into his back, leaving two slits in the black silk shirt he was wearing. “Who’s Lorrie?” he asked seductively, before lunging forward to kiss Heero very passionately. Heero returned the kiss, as he always did, and broke it only to quickly tear off the shirt. Their clothes were removed in hurried, frenzied movements. Duo quickly removed Heero’s pants and, with movements like a snake, he took off his own. When they were both completely naked Heero grabbed Duo and forcibly had him lay on his back, taking his organ into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue to give make Duo moan and groan. “Fuck,” he gasped out, “Oh God!” Heero continued his movements until at last he tasted Duo and Duo screamed in ecstasy. Then, licking his lips and making sure not a drop was spoiled, he looked up at Duo, intending the long-haired angel to return the favor. Together they moved Duo’s legs on Heero’s shoulders, lifting his hips and arching his back. Heero greedily pushed himself inside Duo, and kissed him with the same fury. He moved his hips forward and back rapidly. Pushing himself in and out of Duo, InOutInOutInOut. Duo gasped and grunted from the movements, whispering ‘fuck’ under his breath, over and over. Then Heero came, he arched his back, pushing himself deeper inside Duo and moaned a long, continuous moan.

 

            The Sun rose and both couples laid, sleeping in their beds, Trowa and Quatre tightly embraced, and Duo and Heero, Heero facing the ceiling and Duo with his back to him. Angelic feet ran into the white marble room and Michael burst into it, waking up Heero and Duo with a start, both glad the sheet covered everything important.

            “Duo!” Michael said, not even pausing to take in what he saw, “The ceremony is over! Lorelei is in Hell! She’s made a deal with Lucifer himself!”