Saria: Right! Time for my first…lemon <various people start clapping> Okay, this is a little present for my mate Kelley who is the best 3x4 writer I know of. In fact she is the best fic writer I have read work from yet! She’s a lemony gal who loves Quatre and Trowa so I thought I’d write my first lemon in her honour. For you Kelley-chan.

Okay, this is a lemon fic. That means for all you people who have decided to brave this that it is for people over 17 and contains explicit scenes containing sex. It is also yaoi, so that means that it is boy on boy sex (3x4 to be exact) I do not read flames and I am warning you now that this is a lemon and might not be suitable for some people (especially homophobics!!!) I wish to warn all you lovely people now so I am not to blame if you do all get nosebleeds. Right that’s the warning. If you are about to pass out then press the back button, if your willing to go on and realize what I have just warned you about, read my ficcie.

The wonderful people who created Gundam Wing own all these characters, not me. I DON’T own them (even though I wish my Quatre-sama and Trowa-sama were mine.) I am just using their characters as the anime and manga has inspired me to write (along with Kelley-chan) I therefore am hopefully not to be sued as I have no money. Thank you.

The little Arab opened his bright eyes of turquoise to find the room lit with streams of sunlight. He pulled himself up, rubbing his eyes sleepily and yawned, stretching his pale arms to the ceiling, their heavens high above his head. It was such a beautiful Spring morning in April, the birds singing their early morning songs in the trees that surrounded the Winner mansion. He collapsed back down into the feathery white sheets, their softness engulfing his fragile form. This was bliss, except his perfect haven was missing one important person; the green-eyed boy that had captured his soul and heart.

"Maxwell, do you have to be so loud when you eat! We all have to put up with your noise when you aren’t stuffing your face, so would you mind giving us a break!" Wufei was answered by a spray of cornflakes splattering over his face.

"Well sorry Mr I can’t take a little joke Chang!" he muffled, more of the cereal spraying from his mouth. Wufei quickly looked to Duo’s side to see Heero chuckling slightly. He muttered something about the two being as bad as each other in Chinese under his breath before pulling himself up from the breakfast table and making his way outside to greet the early morning sun. Duo quickly swallowed his mouthful before he burst into laughter, almost falling off his chair.

"Morning guys." A quiet voice yawned, as the young blonde boy wandered into the kitchen, his feet shivering slightly as they touched the cold tiles. Duo spun around to see Quatre, dressed in a long blue nightshirt shuffling across towards the two of them.

"Good morning Mr Winner." Duo chuckled, still amused by his daily Wufei teasing. Heero grunted a greeting, which was enough for the Arab. He wandered how such a silent and seemingly cold person could cope with someone like Duo Maxwell; gob of the earth.

Quatre sat down and poured himself some cereal before beginning to eat. He swallowed a mouthful of the toasted maize before looking up at Duo and Heero.

"So, where’s Wufei?" Quatre enquired, his eyes shifting back and forth from the two boys who were trying to suppress their laughter. He noticed their expressions and sighed. "What did you do to him today then?"

"What do you mean, did to him today Quatre? We are completely innocent." Duo giggled, looking at Heero trying desperately to avoid the curious eyes of the blonde banged pilot.

"Yer right Duo, what did you do?" The American burst into laughter, unable to answer the question. Heero replied instead.

"It wasn’t our fault that someone accidentally sent some pictures of Wufei as a baby to the local newspaper and…" he couldn’t stop the laughter over taking him. Heero collapsed into a fit of giggles along with the American. Quatre sighed, shaking his head. Heero had changed after spending too much time round Duo. Sure, it meant that he spent less time pointing a gun at your head, but now it was more like…like having two Duo’s instead of just one, that was a handful! Quatre gazed over at the newspaper in front of the two and chuckled slightly. The paper was open at the baby section and there for all to see was a large image of Wufei, dressed in a very embarrassing pink dress and holding a lollipop. He looked up at Heero and smiled. "What? So I’m very good with a computer and know how to alter images a bit." Heero added, still gasping from his laughter. "Anyway it was all Duo’s idea!"

"It was not Hee-chan!" Quatre watched as Duo tackled Heero to the ground, the pair still laughing like two hyenas. "Anyway Quatre, aren’t you going to ask after Trowa?" Duo smirked, watching as the Arab’s pale milky face went a deep shade of crimson. He giggled a little, thinking how nice it was to know about the Arab’s little secret crush.

"No…why should I need to inquire after Trowa?" Quatre stuttered, trying desperately to hide his face behind his blonde bangs. Duo and Heero looked at each other, their minds beginning to tick.

"So have you got everyone their Easter eggs yet Quatre?" Heero asked, deliberately getting off the subject of Trowa. Quatre sighed in relief.

"Yes, I’m all ready. What about you guys?"

"Oh yes, we have everyone’s present now." Duo answered, giving Quatre a look that made the blonde feel uneasy. He definitely could see that this pairing wasn’t a good omen.

Quatre had excused himself from the table and gone to have a shower upstairs, the looks the pair had given him made him think that he shouldn’t have asked them to stay in his home for Easter. It was Saturday today and tomorrow it would be Easter Sunday, so there was no need to panic about what those two were thinking. Quatre took a nice long shower, making sure he lathered every inch of his thin frame with the chocolate shower gel he had bought especially for the time of the year.

The Arab stepped out from the steam filled bathroom, only a white towel wrapped round his waist, his blonde hair dripping droplets of water to the carpet beneath him. Quatre never noticed the two shadows behind him; not until a hand clampt around his mouth and pulled him over to the bed.

The front door opened silently as the tall brown banged pilot entered the house; still shivering from the April shower he had got caught in. All he wanted to do was to take a nice hot shower after his mission and fall asleep. Trowa climbed up the stairs, trying to ignore the groans and grunts from Heero’s room. He shook off the image of Duo and Heero acting like a pair of Easter bunnies and continued to make his way to his room, passing Quatre’s bedchamber that was next to his. The green eyed pilot’s heart skipped a beat when he thought about Quatre, the little angel that meant so much to him, yet was too heavenly for a mere mortal to even think of touching. Trowa silently sighed when he thought about the blonde Arab and the day they had first met; the beautiful harmony they made together. How could two people be so perfect together, yet being forbidden to become lovers due to the thoughts of others? People thought that the idea of two male lovers was sick and in no possible way would an heir be allowed to be ‘gay’. Trowa wished he could just hold his little angel close to him and that the world wouldn’t even blink a hateful eye in their direction. But this was only possible in Trowa’s dream world; a place where there were no homophobics and people lived in harmony, just like the music he and the blonde played together.

Trowa quickly walked passed the door of the Arab realizing that his fantasy was only a mere fantasy; that it would never become a reality; not in this life anyway. He knew that his friend would just want to be friends and if Trowa told him what he really felt…well; he’d be pushed away; away from the only person who truly understood him. Trowa reached his door and turned the handle only to find that it had been locked. He sighed, realizing that he’d have to go and ask Quatre for the key to open it. Trowa cursed his luck, being near the little angel would mean that he surely wouldn’t be able to control the raging hard on he had begun to get just thinking about him. Trowa turned back and knocked on the Arab’s door. There was no answer; he sighed realizing that there was nobody in there, so he let himself in.

Trowa quickly shut the door again, eyes wide from what he had just seen. He blinked furiously; trying to tell himself what he had just seen was a dream. The banged pilot took a deep breath and entered again his mouth dropping at the identical dream vision he had laid his eyes upon the first time he entered the room.

There lay Quatre; but not just a Quatre, a naked Quatre! His little Arabian angel had been tied up in pink ribbon, his hair fluffy from careful blow-drying. Trowa’s eyes gawped at the little pink bunny slippers that Quatre wore, and the pair of large pink bunny ears that were now supported on his delicate head. Quatre had been gagged by another length of pink ribbon, the identical kind to the restraint that had been used to wrap his body up and was lying on the bed helpless. Quatre’s eyes were wide at the sight of Trowa, his face now the same colour of the Arab’s; a brilliant red. Trowa blinked at the sight of his heavenly angel before rushing over to him, noticing the many egg shaped candles decorating the room and the smell of chocolate entering his nostrils.

Trowa sat down on the bed and untied the ribbon round Quatre’s arms then mouth, the Arab spluttering from the removal of his restraints. He looked up into the emerald gaze of Trowa before quickly realizing his lack of clothes. He quickly went redder than he already was, if this was possible, and looked at the mattress beneath the two. Trowa looked at his little angel with a worried expression.

"Quatre…" he whispered, the smaller boy flinching slightly at the sound of his name that was made from the lips of the taller pilot. "Who did this to you?" The blonde boy looked up into the eyes of Trowa and sighed silently. The taller boy was so perfect, a well built figure and beautiful skin. He had deep eyes that made Quatre feel as if thousands of butterflies were fluttering around in his stomach. Trowa was so beautiful, yet his personality was what drew the blonde to him. Most people thought that Trowa was silent and unsociable, but Quatre knew that the green-eyed boy had no need for words; he could say everything he wanted to just through one mere facial expression. Quatre understood Trowa better than himself; he just wished that he could tell the pilot this.

The Arab boy jumped slightly as he felt Trowa’s slightly tanned hand fall against his pale skinned one. For somebody who was Arabian, he had the milkiest skin and light hair. Trowa thought it just added to his immense innocence, yet he dared not tell the boy. Trowa knew that Quatre was ashamed and self conscious of the way he looked. He never wore tight clothes like the other pilots; he always kept his thin build hidden behind a baggy shirt. Trowa could now feast his eyes upon the boy though, his pale skin a vision of beauty, like a white rose amongst all the weeds.

"You can…blame Duo and Heero for…this." Gasped Quatre; his mouth feeling dry from just being around Trowa. Suddenly before he knew what he was doing, Quatre delved forwards and captured the taller pilot’s lips with his. Trowa’s eyes widened at the sudden actions of the little Arab, but before the boy could pull away in shame from no reaction, Trowa kissed the little angel back, his mouth opening to allow the kiss to deepen. Quatre didn’t pause to think, his tongue diving into the warm cavern of Trowa, tickling the taller boy’s flesh as his nimble fingers reached up to hold his face. Trowa met Quatre’s tongue with his own, their tasting instruments entwining with each other, savouring the tastes of each other’s mouths. Trowa’s head was spinning from the actions of the little pilot, his eyes closed and senses high with lust. They parted their kiss, gasping for air and staring into each other eyes.

"Trowa…I lov…" Quatre began but he was silenced by another gentle kiss from the emerald-eyed pilot. Trowa pulled back, tracing his fingers over Quatre’s rosy lips.

"Shhh, I know my Little One; there are no need for words." Quatre smiled, his turquoise eyes sparkling from the comment Trowa had just made. He blushed slightly before hugging the taller boy, who enveloped the smaller frame within his own.

Trowa rested his head on his Little One’s head, smelling the sweet scent of chocolate that surrounded Quatre’s light locks. He kissed his hair before noticing the pink bunny ears that were still on Quatre’s head. Trowa chuckled, causing Quatre to look up through innocent eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" He questioned. Trowa giggled, something he rarely did and flicked the bunny ears.

"You always looked cute in pink Angel. I think that Duo and Heero wanted to give me an Easter present early, don’t you think?" Quatre smiled, but now lust filled his eyes as he eyed Trowa.

"Trowa…" he began, but was cut off again, by a strong, forceful kiss from the taller boy. Quatre closed his eyes as Trowa’s tongue forced its way into the blonde’s mouth and began to suck on the insides of his mouth. How sweet the Arab tasted, just like candyfloss. Trowa was sending Quatre’s mind soaring as his tongue swirled within his Little One’s mouth, leaving no area un-searched. Quatre whimpered as he felt the green-eyed boy pull back and part from him. He opened his eyes only to find that Trowa had removed his turtle necked jumper and was beginning to unzip his tight purple jeans. Quatre’s eyes widened as he observed the curves of Trowa’s muscular body and how perfect he really was. Trowa’s tanned body was something to be proud of, something that showed how well the pilot worked out. Quatre tried to stand up, before realizing that his legs had been bound together and fell back to the soft mattress beneath him, the pillow swallowing his head. Trowa chuckled again, his pants now discarded across the carpet.

Quatre gasped at the sight of Trowa, realizing that the bulge in his boxers was the same as what had begun to happen to him. Quatre looked down to the sight of his throbbing erection, all wrapped in pink ribbon and squirmed, desperate to be allowed to escape the tight ribbon bonds. Trowa climbed onto the bed and knelt over the little blonde who looked like a vision of perfection, his hands resting above his head. The taller boy reached down and gently placed a kiss on the Arab’s lips, the sparkling turquoise pools beneath him capturing his soul. Trowa pulled back and began to carefully remove the ribbon, slowly so that he could observe every inch of the blonde angel’s body.

Quatre blushed slightly at all the attention Trowa was giving to his body and gasped slightly when he felt the gentle touch of Trowa’s lips on his milky flesh, his skin burning from where the Latin pilot touched him. Quatre was growing harder by the second, Trowa now delving his tongue into the Arab’s navel. Quatre arched his back at the sudden movement of Trowa and moaned from his lovers kiss. Trowa raked his fingers gently over the milky skin of Quatre’s chest, still continuing with the onslaught on Quatre’s belly button, getting various gasps and moans in reply that just egged the brown haired boy on further.

Quatre felt as if he’d explode, the touch of Trowa making him feel as if he’d peak at any given moment. Quatre’s eyes suddenly widened as he felt Trowa take his manhood into his moist mouth in one swoop. The Arab couldn’t control himself and began to buck his hips, but was being held down firmly by the hands on his waist. He was being sent into a whole new world as Trowa licked his shaft with great skill and agility. Quatre couldn’t take much more of this, he could feel the white liquid bubbling up inside of him.

"Tro..waaa!" he gasped, the heat building up within his little body, flowing through his veins and making the room spin frantically. Trowa didn’t stop though; he just began to suck the entire length of Quatre’s cock rapidly, not daring to stop for air in case his vision of innocence faded into the wind. The blonde pilot was on the verge of passing out from the immense pleasure that was engulfing his feeble form. He couldn’t stop it, as the Arab’s seed shot into the brown banged pilot’s mouth, Quatre moaning as he deposited his load into his lover’s cavern. Quatre fell against the soft pillows; his chest rising and falling quickly from exhaustion. He looked up to see Trowa licking his lips and gazing lustfully at his body. Quatre was panting from the new experience he had just encountered. Who would have thought that something that was considered so sinful could be like that?! Quatre sighed deeply as he watched the brown haired boy climb back on top of him and cover his mouth with his own.

The blonde Noble could taste the mixture of his own love juices with that of Trowa’s heavenly flavoured mouth; the two flavours mixing together to create a cocktail of delights. Quatre sighed again, bringing his arms around Trowa’s neck and holding him close to him. The smell of Trowa’s coconut hair mixed perfectly with that of his own chocolate scent and Quatre breathed in deeply, absorbing the heavenly odour.

"Quatre…" Trowa purred, pulling back from a reluctant Quatre, who gazed into the deep pools of emerald. "Will you allow me, my Little Angel?" Quatre nodded; he wanted more than anything now for his love to take him and make him his own.

"Yes, my love…only for you." Trowa smiled, his single visible eye gleaming in the candlelight.

"You do know that I lov…" he was silenced by Quatre’s finger across his lips.

"There is no need for words, my Silent One." Trowa removed his body, the cold air hitting his skin; so different from the warmth he had got from his angel’s body. In one swift movement he removed his green boxers, Quatre’s eyes widening as he stared at the brown haired youths enormous member. He’d never even imagined that it would be that big, let alone that his love would allow him to be enveloped in his arms. Trowa noticed the wide eyes of Quatre and chuckled before leaping back onto the bed and kneeling in front of the blonde boy. Quatre was busy eyeing the entire complete form of Trowa, how perfect his tanned lover was. Trowa enticed him by running his hands down his glistening chest, slightly moist from the sweat that he had picked up from Quatre’s form. The Arab noticed that he had already begun to go rock hard and moaned for Trowa to touch him. The emerald pools of Trowa’s eyes smirked as he continued to make his little angel want him even more and kept teasing the bunny eared one into a frenzy. Quatre was squirming slightly now as he had become fully erect and now was throbbing for release.

"Please…please Trowa. I beg you." Trowa looked at the little pilot and gently tweaked his nipples, moaning as he did so. Quatre was wide eyed now; literally ready to burst from the torment Trowa was putting him through. Then without a moments warning he felt the strong mouth of the tall pilot upon him, and they began to explore each other’s crevices once again. Quatre was moaning as Trowa’s hard cock rubbed against his, the friction causing Trowa to gasp whilst he was investigating the angel’s mouth.

The Latin lover pulled up and reached over to the tabletop where Duo and Heero had generously placed a bottle of chocolate scented oil in the shape of a bunny rabbit.

"Seems like they thought of everything my Little Angel." He cooed, applying a little of the oil to his hands and throbbing member. Quatre watched with anticipation as the brown-haired boy lathered his cock with the chocolate oil, before his neck was captured by the tall boy’s mouth. Quatre groaned as his flesh was sucked gently, kisses being gently trailed down his skin. Suddenly his eyes flew open as he felt one of Trowa’s fingers enter his passage and push deep within him. Quatre gasped and squirmed from the pain but was comforted by Trowa.

"Don’t fret my love, it will soon be okay. You are not used to this so your body is reacting badly. I must prepare you before I can enter you Quatre." The Arab nodded, the pain ebbing away into pleasure as Trowa’s finger began to slide in and out more frequently. He gasped again as a second finger was inserted along with the first, a gentle rhythm being built up slowly. A third finger followed, Quatre now groaning as they brushed against something deep within him. He was overcome with a great pleasure as Trowa’s fingers kept hitting his spot, making the Arab growl loudly. Trowa knew that it was time and removed his fingers, inserting his huge cock instead. With one swift movement he plummeted his length into Quatre.

The Arab screamed with pleasure from the new guest and arched his back. He never knew that something like this would feel so good.

"Oh…Tro..waaa…yes, please…that feels…so…so good!" Quatre moaned, his hips bucking furiously in time with Trowa’s movements. Trowa was panting from the tightness of Quatre’s passage that enveloped his cock. The little angel was so tight and had begun to milk his manhood. Trowa began to pant from his blonde love’s firm hold and groaned as he continued to fuck his angel.

"Qu..a..aa..tr…aaahhhhh." he moaned; their movements becoming faster and harder as they began to get hot from each others bodies. Both Trowa and Quatre’s chest were covered in a gleaming moisture from their sweat as they continued to buck furiously. Quatre felt as if he had reached cloud 9 as Trowa delved into him, but was immediately driven up a level as the Latin boy grabbed his cock and began to pump it quickly, his oil coated hands acting as a lubricant.

"Fuck me harder Trowa!" Quatre commanded mid groan as he bucked up again, eyes scrunched tight from the pleasure that had taken control of his body. Quatre felt himself peak as his cum began to flood up his shaft. Trowa dived in one last time before he spurted his love juice into the blonde. Quatre couldn’t take the sensation of Trowa exploding inside him and spurted his seed all over the chest of the Latin immediately.

Trowa collapsed onto the body of Quatre, both the pilots panting deeply from the immense amount of godlike pleasure they had just encountered. The brown banged pilot pulled out of the Arab and slumped down beside him, somehow managing to pull the pink bunny ears off of the boy, who’s eyes were half closed.

"The Easter bunny did cum." Quatre giggled, snuggling himself into the arms of Trowa. The tall pilot nuzzled the head beneath him, and wiped Quatre’s sweat soaked bangs from his face.

"So this is what it is like in heaven. I like it where you live my angel." Trowa sighed, stroking the hair of his Little One. In getting no answer he looked down to see that Quatre had fallen asleep in his arms. This was a pleasant last view for the emerald-eyed boy as he too drifted off to dream land, aware that he had visited it a long time before now.

Duo: And they say that we went at it like a pair of Easter bunnies Hee-chan!

Heero: Yer, what was with that Saria! Those two were far worse than us.

Saria: Look, this is for Kelley; your complaining is ruining it. I’ll pair you up with Relena and Dorothy if your not careful.

<Watches as Heero and Duo run from the room screaming>

Trowa: An Easter present for you Kelley; Saria’s first lemon here.

Quatre: I’m glad her fave pairing is the same as yours…it means that my Trowa-sama and I get more time to ourselves…ehem.

Saria: Aren’t they just adorable! And damn sexy I might add. <Trowa and Quatre blush>

Wufei: And what happened to me there! I demand to see my rights! <Struts off in a moody actress type manner>

Quatre: Um…Saria; what was it with the cheesy one-liners?

Saria: Don’t think about it Quatre-sama; you know I love you too much. Hope you liked it Kelley-chan. ^_^