disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of the g-boys.
thank you's: to my sister [for beating me over the head until I finally
finished.] And to Rai [for being my angel~muse ^_^]
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*~For Shine~*
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Just Call Me Angel
Part 1
by *kelley*
"Mmm...angel..", Trowa purred.
He shifted his head, which was currently pillowed in Quatre's lap, and looked
up at the blonde boy. Quatre continued to run his slender fingers through
Trowa's hair. Who would have guessed the tall boy had such a sensitive head?
He practically melted when Quatre played with his hair.
"Trowa?" he asked.
"Hmm..?"
Quatre's fingers stilled momentarily. Trowa nuzzled his hands to urge him to
continue. The fingers resumed their light stroking.
"Why do you call me angel?"
The banged boy looked up to meet his lover's questioning blue green eyes. He
opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. It was a minute before he
spoke.
"I..why? Does it bother you?"
Quatre shook his head, and smiled down at him.
"No, not at all. I've just always wondered."
His fingers moved from Trowa's hair to trace along his face. Over smooth
cheeks, and sweet lips.
The green eyed boy grabbed his hand, and placed a light kiss on the palm.
Then he cupped Quatre's hand against his cheek, and covered it with his own.
"You just.. You remind me of one. Of what I think they must look like.
And how they would act."
The Arabian looked slightly confused for a moment. He frowned slightly.
"But..look at all I've done. You can hardly say that's angelic."
"Oh, you mean last night? I'll admit the way your tortured me with that
mouth of yours..."
"Trowa!" Quatre blushed deep red, and placed his other hand over his
lover's mouth.
The tall boy kissed the offered palm, and let his tongue slip out to lick it.
Quatre pulled his hand away, looking at his lover in mock disapproval. Trowa
conceded.
"I think, they look like you. Hair like the sun, eyes deep as the ocean.
A beauty that is both physical, and spiritual. An inner light that warms all
those in their presence. And an aura so pure, and loving that it can't be
defined by mortal terms."
Quatre's eyes were wide, and glowing with obvious love at his lover's
eloquent statement.
"You really see me like that?" he whispered.
Trowa nodded shyly. Quatre stroked his smooth cheek adoringly.
"When..when you say it like that I can almost believe you," he whispered.
"Believe me, my angel. You are a gift the heavens have bestowed upon me.
And even though I know that you're human, I worship you nonetheless.
Sometimes... sometimes I can even imagine you with wings. Big, soft, white
wings, sprouting from your back."
The Arabian nodded, warmed through from Trowa's words.
"And maybe a white robe?"
Trowa blushed.
"No..just the wings," his hand moved up to trail over Quatre's mouth.
"Everything else is just how God made it."
The blonde's fingers began to work through Trowa's hair again, the slim
digits caressing the soft strands. The taller boy closed his eyes in
contentment, and sighed happily. He wrapped his arms around his angel's
waist, and let the boy continue petting him. As Quatre massaged his love's
hair, a plan began to form...
~~~~~
Trowa ran up to the front door of their house. He dropped his keys in a
puddle, so he had to run back and get them. It had been one of those days. He
was soaked to the bone, his bangs plastered to his face, and every inch of
him waterlogged. The rain had started as he was half way home, and his
motorcycle offered him no cover. Add that to the fact that Catherine had
missed during practice, now he had a large gash on his arm. And their male
lion was in heat, *that* had been an interesting feeding session. And Sheila,
the bearded lady, had a crush on him, and insisted on pinching him every
chance 'she' got. He wouldn't be able to sit for a week.
He finally made it inside their home, leaving a trail of water behind him. He
stripped out of most of clothes, not wanting to soil the carpet. He left a
soggy pile of pants, socks, shirt, jacket, and shoes near the front door.
He'd have to gather them up later, and take them to the laundry room. But
right now he couldn't care less. Clad only in his wet boxers he ascended the
stairs, all he cared about was pulling his angel into his arms, and having
Quatre kiss the bad day away. He shivered as the cool air chilled his wet
skin. And his lover could warm him up too. The thought of cuddling Quatre
brought a smile to his face for the first time that day.
He swung the door to their room open, and stopped dead in his tracks. He had
walked into a dream. He must have. He had fallen asleep at the circus, and
his subconscious had brought him here. How else could he explain the fact
that Quatre had wings? Unless his blonde lover was finally revealing his true
form...
His Quatre looked like he had always secretly imagined. Huge wings sprouted
from his back. They were made of millions of perfect feathers, and Trowa knew
each one was as soft as a cloud. They arched up from his shoulder blades,
over his head, curved, and then swept down; the ends brushing the bed. Each
tiny feather was as white as pure snow, glowing in the soft light. The air in
the room made the feathers rustle, the slight sound barely discernible, like
the beating of a butterfly's wing.
He was kneeling on the bed, his legs folded under him. The bedspread was
white, and it glinted like satin. He was completely nude. All his fair flesh
bared for Trowa to see. His slender throat, toned chest, and small waist. His
arms, made for embracing, were wrapped around himself. His skin was so pale,
it almost glowed. It was the color of a lily, fresh in bloom. And it looked
incredibly soft. Softer than the finest powder in all the world. The only
thing not pure white on the angel were his perfect, round nipples. They were
a light pink, standing out in contrast with the ivory of his skin.
His hair was golden blonde, sun kissed, as if made from the sun itself. It
hung around his face, flaxen strands framing the round cheeks. He was facing
Trowa, and at his entrance the heavenly creature looked up. His eyes burned
out from his sweet face. The intense blue green orbs seeing right into
Trowa's soul. They were sea colored, as if all the majesty of the oceans had
been poured into them. They twinkled, tiny stars dancing in their depths.
The tall boy had to blink. The extreme beauty of everything being almost too
much to take. The white satin sheets, the pure alabaster angel resting on
them. It all sparkled, shimmering like an incandescent star he had somehow
managed to capture. The brilliance of it was blinding, shining, glaringly
gorgeous. But it was more than just the fact that he had an angel in his bed.
It was the fact that this angel was *his* angel. His Quatre in all his
splendid, celestial glory.
He walked forward a bit, not even noticing that he shut the door. He was
transfixed by his vision.
"Tro~wa..", his angel whispered, beckoning him closer.
The tall boy was at the bedside now. He reached a hand out, almost afraid to
touch the boy. Trowa drew his fingers back, scared that if he made contact
with his
Quatre-angel, the boy would vanish. The blonde tilted his head, eyeing him
curiously. He reached up, offering his slim hand to Trowa.
"Don't you want to touch me, my love?"
The banged boy nodded slowly.
"I'm almost afraid to.. you're so much more beautiful than I ever thought
possible."
Quatre smiled, his face a work of dazzling radiance.
"Never be afraid of me, my Trowa. I did this for you. I wanted to make
your dream come true."
"You already made all my dreams come true just by existing," he whispered.
Their lips met slowly, almost hesitantly, as if they had never kissed before.
Lush mouths touching softly, the barest hint of contact. And yet it held
promises of so many greater things. Trowa pulled back, his heart pounding
from the simple kiss. Quatre noticed the large cut on his arm, and gasped in
surprise.
"Trowa! What happened to you?" he motioned to the angry slash on his
lover's arm.
Dazedly, Trowa looked at it, and shrugged. It didn't seem to matter anymore.
His gaze returned to Quatre, riveted to his face. The blonde leaned over, and
before Trowa knew what was happening, a soft mouth closed over his cut.
The tall boy closed his eyes, and savored the feeling. Quatre kissed the
wound, pressing his lips to it lightly. His tongue snaked out to lick over
it, healing all the pain with just his touch. Trowa breathed heavily, the
sweet sensations somehow making him feel better. As if Quatre could truly
kiss it, and make it better. He could feel himself hardening under the tender
assault. It was almost a feeling of blasphemy, that he could get aroused by
an angel touching him. But he had to remind himself that this was Quatre. His
sweet Quatre, who had touched him so many times.
His beautiful blonde lover, that could turn him on just by looking at him.
That hid his hentai nature behind the guise of wide eyed innocence. The only
one who ever got to see his hentai side was Trowa, and the tall boy loved his
angel all the more for it. Knowing he was the only one who could release the
passionate beast inside his beloved. He moaned as Quatre licked his cut. His
wet tongue so gentle on the cut, trying to be soothing, but arousing Trowa
that much more. Quatre looked up at him, slightly worried that he had somehow
hurt Trowa. But one look into his warm emerald eyes, proved him to be
mistaken.
Trowa shivered violently, not sure if it was the air, or Quatre that made him
do so. The tall boy's skin was prickled with goosebumps. The Arabian slid his
hands up his lover's chest, and was surprised to feel how clammy his skin
was. Trowa shook again, loving Quatre's hands touching him. Everything was
all too much. He had to distance himself for a second, and think.
"Trowa, you're so cold! What happened to you today?"
"Everything..," he sighed, "it was just a mess. Let me go get a towel."
He leaned in and kissed Quatre softly. "Don't disappear."
It should have been a teasing statement, but Trowa spoke it almost solemnly.
The banged boy wandered into their bathroom, and reemerged a few minutes
later, rubbing a towel over his body. His angel watched with lust filled
eyes, wanting to be the towel that was currently drying his lover. He shifted
so that he was now facing the green eyed boy. Trowa sat in a chair that was
opposite from the end of the bed. He toweled his hair quickly, making his
bangs stand out at odd angles. He tried to finger comb them back into their
usual shape, but they still stuck out. He gave up and laid the towel next to
him.
Quatre tilted his head.
"Are you going to join me on the bed?"
Trowa hesitated.
"I..I want to, but..you just look so pure, and innocent.."
Quatre laughed.
"But you know that's not true! I think you've taken care of my innocence
a few times.."
Trowa blushed.
"I know..I'm just unnerved I guess. You're so angelic."
Quatre bit his lip. This wasn't going at all like he had planned. He had
figured on Trowa seeing him like this, and not being able to keep his hands
off him. And instead his lover seemed afraid to touch him. How could he show
Trowa that he wasn't as angelic as he looked? A wicked thought came to mind.
"Oh, Tro~wa..."
He waited until he had his lover's full attention. Then the blonde ran his
fingers down his milky white chest. He slowly circled them around his
nipples. Trowa sat completely still, watching him intently. Quatre pinched
his nipples lightly between his fingers, and moaned quietly.
"Nnnnnn..Trowa that feels so good.."
Quatre brought one hand up to his mouth, and started to suck on a few
fingers. His free hand continued to tease around his nipples. When the
fingers were thoroughly moist he pulled them from his mouth, and ran them
over the stiff pink buds. He rolled them in between his wet fingers, gasping
as the air worked them to an aching hardness. Each throb from the swollen bud
went straight to his cock, making it grow.
"Oooh, Trowa.." He moaned.
Trowa shifted in his chair, the bulge in his boxers growing larger. Pleased
with his lover's reaction Quatre let his hands drift lower. They danced over
his stomach, before coming to poise over his cock which was already
semi-erect. His blue green eyes never left Trowa's green ones.
"Would an angel do this, Trowa?"
He took his cock into his hand, and began to stroke it.
Trowa gasped, his eyes widening. Quatre smiled at him, looking so sweet, and
yet acting so shameless. The blonde moved around a bit, he was still
kneeling, but now his legs were spread wider apart. He pumped his hand up and
down his cock, the flesh hardening under his fingers. He watched his lover as
he touched himself, feeling Trowa's hand in place of his own. He squeezed
himself lightly, panting as a warm fire started to burn in the pit of his
stomach.
"Oh, Trowa," he purred, "you know just how to touch me."
Trowa began to grow hot watching his lover. He moaned at Quatre's words. He
could almost feel the blonde's rigid erection in hands. Quatre was focusing
just on the sensitive head of his arousal now. The Arabian's thumb was
stroking it in small circular movements. He was fully erect now, and he
continued to stroke until his cock dripped with pleasure. Quatre's entire
body started to tingle as he touched himself. His hands grew wet with the
excitement dripping from him. He stroked the liquid along his cock, panting
as the flesh throbbed in his fingers.
Quatre started to rock with the movements, lost as sweet flames began to
slowly lick at him. A burning tongue that caressed his entire being.
"I'm so close Trowa..." he groaned.
The banged boy nodded, too breathless to respond. Just watching his angel
touching himself, bringing himself to climax, while moaning his name.
Quatre's wings fluttered as he moved. A few feathers floated to the bed,
shaken free by the blonde's rapid movements.
Trowa's cock was so hard, trapped inside the cold confines of his boxers. He
couldn't take it much longer before he exploded. Unable to resist the
temptation, he slid one hand inside his boxers, and wrapped it around his
aching cock. Quatre smiled as he panted.
"Yes, love. That feels good doesn't it? Can you feel my hand stroking
you?"
Trowa's mouth opened in a soundless moan, his fingers squeezing into his
arousal. His boxers were suddenly over constricting, and with one hand he
managed to squirm out of them.
Quatre licked his lips as Trowa was bared before him. His lover stroked his
hard cock quickly, the sight making the blonde's own cock ache in response.
Quatre pumped himself frantically. He was almost to the edge, and he wanted
Trowa to watch him as he came.
"Watch me Trowa," he commanded, "watch as your angel comes for you."
Their eyes locked, their hands moving together on their bodies.
Quatre started to shudder, the heat engulfing his slender frame. He squeezed
his cock hard, watching as Trowa did the same. His muscles tensed, molten
euphoria crashing over him. He screamed Trowa's name as he spilled his creamy
climax all over himself and the bed. He seemed to come forever, strand, after
strand of passion flowing from him. His hand fell from his cock, and he used
both hands to support himself as he collapsed forward. Quatre was on his
hands and knees, his wings shaking as he gasped for air.
Trowa moaned as his angel came for him, came screaming his name. His eyes
fell shut, and he bit his lip, his need overwhelming. His cock felt like it
would implode if he didn't come soon. He stroked up and down the erect
length, his mind seeing Quatre doing the same. He writhed around the chair,
starting to sweat as his body turned into one hot, throbbing ball of passion.
He whimpered as he felt his legs being pushed apart. He felt so exposed, so
wantonly spread out. A soft hand covered his own, stopping him. He whined,
and opened his eyes.
Quatre was kneeling between his legs, his blue green eyes lust filled, and
hungry.
"How about this, Trowa?" he whispered, the hot breath stimulating Trowa's
cock even further. "Would an angel do this?"
Quatre removed Trowa's hand, and lowered his head. He sucked the rigid
arousal deep between his rosy lips. Trowa cried out hoarsely, too far gone to
be coherent. Quatre sucked him hard, taking Trowa's entire cock into his wet
mouth, and lavishing it with his tongue.
One of the tall boy's hands buried itself in Quatre's golden hair. The other
stroked along one ultra soft wing. The feathers brushed his calloused
fingers, that feeling alone almost making him climax. He thrust up into
Quatre's mouth, those pliant lips taking all of him, loving him perfectly.
The vision before him made him dizzy with pleasure. Quatre on his knees, his
wings moving as he bobbed his head up and down. His cock sliding in and out
of his angel's sweet mouth. It was overwhelmingly erotic, and sinfully
delicious. Heat rolled over him, his body burning, each muscle taut, as he
was driven closer to his climax by this hentai angel.
Quatre pushed his shaking thighs further apart, making Trowa cry out. The
banged boy arched his hips up, desperate, sobbing with need. His angel teased
him, sucked him, licked his needy cock so wonderfully. His fingers tightened
in the blonde locks, his other hand stroking the feathers frenziedly. His
eyes were locked on Quatre, never straying as his bucked into his lover's
talented mouth. His breath hitched as Quatre watched him in return. He
surrendered to the fiery flood of pleasure that was submerging him. A red-hot
deluge of passion, all caused by one innocent looking angel who was anything
but.
He came hard, filling Quatre's mouth with his hot seed. Wave after wave of
blistering ecstasy was poured in the blonde's mouth. The angel swallowed it
all, still sucking, wanting to taste all Trowa had to offer. Slowly, Quatre
licked his trembling lover clean. Then he climbed up, and nestled himself on
Trowa's lap. The tall boy wrapped a shaky arm around his lover's waist,
pulling him closer. The other hand gently stroked Quatre's wing, running from
the arch at the top all the way down to the end.
He rested his cheek in Quatre's hair.
"I should know better by now than to try and resist you angel."
Quatre nodded against his chest, and then looked up and kissed his nose.
"But don't think I'm done with you yet..."
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