Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing, so don’t sue me! I’m not worth the trouble.
Warnings: Lemon (finally!), and if there’s any sap in the fic, this is where you’ll find it. Not much though.
Thanks to *kelley* and Ray-chan for editing the fic! (Especially the lemon part! ^_^) I couldn’t have done it without you guys!
The door to Trowa’s room opened carefully.
"Who’s there?"
"It’s just me, Duo." Duo quietly let himself in and closed the door behind him.
"What do you want, Duo?"
Duo gave one of his easy grins. "Nothing much, just wanna talk a little."
"Hn."
"So, what do you think of the room, Trowa?"
"It’s fine."
"It was kind of Quatre to let us stay here, with these gigantic rooms…"
"Quatre’s always kind." Trowa blurted out the words before he realized what he was saying.
"He is," agreed Duo. "Especially to you."
"Huh? What are you talking about, Duo?"
"You haven’t noticed?" Duo looked at him strangely. "Think about it. Quatre always seems very nice to you, even nicer then he usually is."
"He just pities me, that’s all."
"And you let him? I never thought you’d be the kind of guy who would except getting pity."
"I’d accept any kind of attention from Quatre." Oh boy, good job, Barton. Now why don’t you try to keep your big mouth closed?
"Why?"
Ten long minutes passed.
"Well?"
Silence met Duo’s question.
"Is it because you love him?"
After what seemed to be an eternity, Trowa slowly nodded.
Duo grinned. "Why don’t you tell him that?"
"I, I can’t. It’s just impossible for me to say something like that, even to Quatre."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It wasn’t easy for me either." Duo blushed. "Wait a minute. Delete that. You did not hear me say that."
"We know what’s going on between you and Heero, Duo," said Trowa, sounding…amused?
"You do?"
Trowa nodded. "We would also appreciate it if you two were a little quieter when you make out."
Duo blushed even more. "We try!" he said defensively. "It’s not easy being quiet, you know. Hey, we’re off the subject. This is about you and Quatre, remember?"
"There is no me and Quatre," answered Trowa soberly.
"Yes, there is. If you care about Quatre, then you ought to tell him."
Trowa sighed. "We already went over this, Duo."
"Fine, if you can’t tell him, then show him." Duo winked. "It’s not that hard. All you gotta do is kiss him."
"Nani?!"
"Hey, it worked for me!" Duo grinned at the look on Trowa’s face. "Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to keep Heero waiting." Duo sashayed, um, I mean walked out of the room.
It was evening, and Quatre was sitting on his bed, thinking about what had happened during the day. Trowa said he was glad to see me. Could he possibly…no way. I don’t know how he can even stand to be friends with me after what I did to him. Quatre curled up, bringing his knees to his chest. He would never love somebody like me. He deserves someone much better than me. The tears trickled down his face. How pathetic. Just thinking about it makes me cry. I’m so weak! I have to become stronger. Suddenly Quatre’s face was set with determination. I know what I have to do. I have to be strong enough to tell Trowa the truth...and then let him go. Quatre got up from the bed and headed to Trowa’s room. How ironic. I’m going to let Trowa go by telling him I love him...
"Trowa?" The door to Trowa’s room opened slightly. "Can I come in?"
"Of course, Quatre. Sit down." Trowa patted the bed. "What is it?"
Quatre accepted the invitation. "Um, Trowa, I have to tell you something…"
"What?"
"I understand that you probably won’t want to be my friend anymore, and I can’t blame you, after all, who wou-"
"Quatre, what is it?"
Quatre fidgeted, while playing with the blanket. "Trowa, ai…ai shiteru."
Trowa just stared in shock. I don’t believe it. Quatre’s in love with me?! Just then he noticed that Quatre was getting up to leave.
"I guess I better go now, Trowa…"
"Quatre, wait." Trowa’s hand had reached out and grasped Quatre’s arm.
"What is it?"
"Umm," Trowa didn’t know what to say. He just knew that he couldn’t let Quatre go. "All you gotta do is kiss him." Fine, he’d take Duo’s advice. He gently pulled Quatre down so that the little Arabian was in front of him, and kissed him softly.
What’s going on? Trowa’s kissing me! And I’m responding! Then Quatre stopped thinking coherently. All that mattered was Trowa, and Trowa kissing him.
Trowa’s arms encircled the small blond’s waist, hugging him tighter. When they broke the kiss for air, Trowa’s mouth pressed butterfly kisses along Quatre’s collarbone.
"Trowa…what are you doing?" asked Quatre, breathlessly.
"What I’ve been wanting to do for years," murmured Trowa, before kissing Quatre again, this time more passionately. Trowa thrust his tongue in the sweet mouth, tasting, encouraging Quatre. Quatre’s tongue hesitantly touched the tip, then grew bolder and intertwined around Trowa’s. Then Trowa broke the kiss, and moved down to Quatre’s neck, causing Quatre to gasp. That only encouraged Trowa further. He slowly began to unbutton Quatre’s shirt, kissing each piece of flesh as it came to view.
"Trowa!" Quatre pulled away suddenly.
"What, Quatre?"
"Don’t you…hate me?"
"Of course not. I could never hate you, angel."
"Wha-"
Quatre’s exclamation was cut short by a kiss from Trowa. For one moment he resisted, then the Arabian softened, and melted into Trowa’s embrace.
Quatre’s exclamation was cut short by a kiss from Trowa. For one moment he resisted, then the Arabian softened, and melted into Trowa’s embrace.
Trowa laid Quatre flat out on the bed, and sat back on his heels to finish unbuttoning Quatre’s shirt, leaving Quatre’s arms in the shirtsleeves. Trowa leaned down and gave Quatre a reassuring kiss. Trowa’s hands moved down, tracing patterns over the smooth plane of Quatre’s chest. They flicked over Quatre’s nipples, hardening the tempting buds immediately. Trowa’s hands moved lower, reaching the waistband of Quatre’s pants, and slowly pulled them off. Oh god, please don’t let him be scared.
Quatre felt a rush of cold air against his legs, and his mind, still drugged with Trowa’s kiss, struggled to understand what had happened. Suddenly he felt a tugging on his boxers, and his shocked mind finally understood. Is this right? Should I be doing this?
Trowa pulled his head up and looked at Quatre. He had noticed Quatre’s sudden unresponsiveness, and was a little worried. "What’s wrong, Quatre?"
"I…I…Trowa…" Quatre struggled to put what he was feeling into words.
"Are you afraid, Quatre? I’ll stop if you want me to."
"Oh, no Trowa. I could never be afraid with you." Quatre looked into Trowa’s deep emerald eyes, and he immediately believed what he was saying. "I’m…I’m just a little surprised, that’s all."
Trowa smiled, thankful that his angel hadn’t pushed him away. He leaned down, but was stopped by Quatre.
"Trowa? Can I, well…" Quatre slipped his hands underneath Trowa’s turtleneck, his eyes asking silently. Trowa kissed Quatre, and that was answer enough.
Quatre half-sat up and eagerly kissed Trowa back. Then the blond pulled the turtleneck off, slowly at first, then quickly pulling it over the Latin boy’s head. Once the shirt was completely off, Quatre went back to kissing Trowa. Mmm, he tastes so good… The little Arabian spread his hands over Trowa’s now bare chest, enjoying the slight friction of Trowa’s chest against his hands, moving them down while lazily drawing erratic patterns. Quatre was now sitting up, pressing against the kneeling Trowa, who was leaning back on his heels.
Quatre’s mouth moved down and away, filling Trowa with a sense of disappointment…until he realized where that mouth was heading. Quatre’s lips were giving light kisses all over Trowa’s chest. He flicked over the nipples with his tongue, then caressed the area around the tight buds.
Trowa gasped.
"Do you like it, Trowa?" Quatre was watching the tall boy anxiously. He wasn’t to sure of what he was doing himself.
Trowa nodded.
Quatre smiled, and decided that he would try something else. The blond began to suckle. He took the left into his mouth first, flicking over it with his tongue, teasing it, before he actually started to suckle. He used the same process for the right, listening to Trowa’s moans the whole time. Suddenly he felt Trowa’s hands gripping his hair, bringing his head up for a resounding kiss. While Trowa was kissing him, Quatre felt himself being rolled over.
Trowa then moved down, his tongue tracing swirls over Quatre chest and stomach. He brought his hands up, and used them to stroke Quatre’s erect shaft.
Quatre cried out at the sensations running through his body, gripping the sheets in white-knuckled fists. He reached down, and pulled Trowa up to face him. "Please, Trowa…I want to be inside of you."
Trowa answered by kissing him, gently.
Quatre got up, and walked unsteadily to Trowa’s dresser. He had hidden some lubricant in each bedroom.[1] Quatre opened the top drawer, and extracted a tube. Then he stumbled back to the bed.
Quatre pushed Trowa down on the bed. He squeezed the tube, and coated Trowa’s bottom. Then he slathered some on his fingers. Quatre tentatively inserted one finger.
Trowa stiffened for a moment, then forced himself relax. Quatre, encouraged, slid another finger in. He paused, letting Trowa get used to the feeling, then inserted the third. Quatre pushed in deep, and felt himself brush against something, wet and spongy.
Trowa gasped, then moaned, moving his hips up, wanting... wanting something. Quatre mentally marked the angle, before pulling his fingers out. Quatre’s shaking hands reached for the lube, and he quickly coated himself, then gently began to insert himself into Trowa. He didn’t want to hurt him, so he used all the self-control he had left to keep himself from plunging in right there. But the emerald-eyed boy was not making that easy. The little Arabian could feel Trowa’s warm, wet flesh, surrounding, tightening around the little blond’s arousal. It was almost too much.
Quatre pushed himself all the way in, and touched that spot again.
Trowa bucked, the pleasure coursing through his veins, setting him on fire. "Faster!" he managed to gasp out. Quatre was happy to oblige. He pulled halfway out, then pushed himself in, over and over, hitting that spot again and again, until Trowa’s voice was hoarse from screaming out the blond’s name. Finally, when Quatre was in as deep as he could possibly go, he let the pressure in him spill out, filling Trowa with his seed. Quatre cried out his release, and collapsed on top of his tall lover. He felt incredibly happy and relaxed. "Trowa…I love you."
Trowa gave Quatre a soft smile. "As I you."
Quatre gave a happy little sigh. "I could stay like this forever." Suddenly Quatre looked a little startled. "Oh, wait, Trowa…"
"Yes?"
"Well, it seems like I had all the fun."
"Seeing you happy makes me happy," answered Trowa, while nuzzling Quatre’s neck.
"Hmm…" Quatre glanced at his lover with half-lidded eyes.
74 minutes later… [2]
Quatre snuggled up next to Trowa…and winced.
"What’s wrong, little one?"
"Ah, gomen, Trowa, but my bottom hurts."
"I’m sorry, was I too rough?" asked Trowa looking at him with guilty eyes.
"No, Trowa, of course you weren’t. Just…keep holding me, okay?"
Trowa nodded, and hugged his angel closer.
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[1] Makes you think he planned this, doesn’t it? ^_^;;
[2] Come on, you really didn’t think I could write another round, did you?
I’m sorry! ::dodges overripe tomatoes:: This is my first (and probably last) lemon! ::runs from more tomatoes:: Come on, you people really need to get more creative! Do you know how common tomatoes are? ::begins to dodge…corncobs?:: Eep!
Quatre: Since Luana is…busy right now, I’m gonna tell you where to send feedback!
Duo: No, I am!
Quatre: I AM!
Duo: Am not!
Quatre: Am to!
Duo: AM NOT!
Quatre: AM TO!
Heero: Send Luana feedback at [email protected].
Duo: !
Quatre: !
Together: Heero, HOW COULD YOOOOUUUUU! ::start to chase Heero::
Wufei: ::goes in the middle of the screen:: Alright folks, now remember to stand for justice! We’ll see you next time!
(Big curtain comes down, covering Wufei, and the figures of Quatre and Duo chasing Heero in the background.)