"Quatre," he said rather breathlessly, "lets get out, and I'll return your favor." Quatre shook his head impishly, and moved back off Trowa's lap. The water around them began to move, and lap at Trowa's chest. The Arabian receded until he was kneeling a few feet away. And then he smiled devilishly, blue green eyes sparkling.

"Quatre?", he asked in confusion.

Quatre's smile turned from playful into something far more lustful.

"Trowa, you said you wanted to touch me, right?"

Trowa looked at him, want, and uncertainty mingling on his face.

"Yes..," he began hesitantly.

"Really? Where would you touch me first?", the blonde asked.

Trowa had no idea where this little game was going, but his curiosity led him to play along.

"First I would....run my fingers through your hair."

Quatre lifted his dripping arms from the water, and ran his wet fingers through his blonde locks. He arched his back, and continuously ran them from his forehead back, dampening the golden strands. Trowa looked a little surprised at the action, but watched in silence. Quatre looked over at him, never stopping the motions.

"Is that all you would do?"

Trowa still wasn't sure where this was headed, but he was determined to find out.

"No. Then I would run my fingers down your chest, and tease your nipples."

Quatre smiled at him, and let his fingers drift from his hair, to run a wet line down his chest. And dragged them back up again. Quatre ran the tips of his fingers in circles around his nipples, not once touching the hardening buds. Trowa's mouth fell open, and he gasped.

Quatre looked at him, as he ran his thumbs over his stiff nipples, biting his lip in pleasure. The blonde took each one between his fingers and squeezed lightly. He couldn't hold in the groan that touch caused. Quatre released them, and rubbed them, only to pinch them lightly again. Trowa was starting to pant again, as he watched his lover tease himself. He desperately wanted to see more.

"Then..then I would stroke down your chest, and start on your thighs."

Quatre obligingly moved his fingers downward, caressing over every inch of his chest. He could feel his own stomach muscles going taut, as he rubbed over them, coming dangerously close to touching his swollen erection. The Arabian sat back on his heels, and spread his legs more. His fingers attacked his silky inner thighs, caressing them softly at first. He ran those digits over them in smooth lines, and then began to massage them more thoroughly.

The bubbles had dissipated almost fully, so Trowa had a clear view of everything. He could see Quatre's fingers stroking his ivory legs, much in the same way Trowa longed to. The green eyed boy could feel his cock already beginning to stir again. Seeing Quatre running his fingers all over himself was having a profound effect on him. But there was so much more Trowa wanted to do. So much more he wanted to see Quatre do. He licked his lips.

"Now I'd move higher up your thighs."

Quatre's fingers slid further up his legs, so close to where he direly wanted to touch, and yet not quite there. He whimpered as his fingers slithered higher across the sensitive flesh. Back and forth they ran, each spot they grazed sending waves of heat to his rock hard arousal.

It was a strain for the blonde not to sate his desire, but he didn't want to ruin the game he had going. The agony of waiting was serving to make him even harder. He caressed himself faster, his eyes never leaving Trowa's. Trowa was so turned on by everything it was all he could do not to stop Quatre and take him right there.

The teasing motions were pushing him to the edge. But he wanted to see just how far his little lover would go. The banged boy stared into those twin blue green pools of passion, and finally said what Quatre had been waiting to hear.

"Then I would take your cock into my hands, and stroke it."

Quatre's hands left his thighs, and hovered over his cock for a brief second. He smiled ferally, and grasped his cock in his hand. They both gasped simultaneously. Quatre gasped as pleasure rolled over him. He threw his head back, and began to pump his cock slowly, teasing himself with his fingers. Trowa gasped at the sight of Quatre touching himself so intimately right before him. The Arabian was taking something that was usually so private and putting in on display right in front of him.

The tall boy's cock swelled back to it's full size, standing out hard between his thighs. Quatre continued to pleasure himself, running his thumb over the head of his erection, roughly stroking it. He began to squeeze, and pinch his cock lightly at first, but with increasing pressure, as his need mounted. He ran his hands up and down the length of his arousal faster as he felt his climax nearing. He looked back at Trowa, pleased to see his lover panting along with him.

Quatre tried to slow his breathing as liquid warmth swept through him. He was so close, but he wasn't done yet.

"Is..is...ohhhhh...is that all you would do Trowa," he gasped out.

Trowa's eyes widened as Quatre's free hand slid behind him. The banged boy was at a loss for words, and all he could do was shake his head. Surely Quatre wouldn't...His breath caught as he saw one slim finger work it's way inside the blonde. He couldn't restrain himself, Trowa moaned loudly. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.

Seeing Quatre stroke himself, inside and out was the most incredible sight. The blonde was the picture of sex, with his damp, tousled hair, lust clouded eyes, and wayward fingers stroking every inch of himself. He looked like a wet dream come true. Trowa's cock began to ache with need. It was throbbing between his legs. He tried to ignore it, but found that impossible as Quatre slid another finger deep inside his body.

Quatre thought he'd explode as he heard Trowa moan. It the deepest, sexiest, most guttural noise he'd ever heard. And it excited him even more. He slid the first finger in deeper. The digit went in smoothly, he was so wet already. It was bizarre at first, to be the one touching himself there, but at the same time filling in a naughty way. He felt like an exhibitionist. Touching himself so openly in front of Trowa. And he found that it was a feeling he liked.

The blonde added a second finger, spreading them as he had felt Trowa do so many times. It was awkward at first, but then he brushed against something that made his head swim. He moaned and bucked upward, as he hit that spot over and over. The hand on his cock sped up, pumping the stiffened flesh almost frantically. Quatre added a third finger, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"T-T-Trowa....ohhh...I'm...ohhh...going to come..ohhh."

Trowa smiled at him hungrily.

"That's right. Come for me Quatre."

Quatre buried his fingers in as far as he could, as he squeezed his cock hard. His senses clouded with the rampant flames, as the burning in his blood overflowed. He screamed loudly, and came, spilling his warm seed into his hand. His legs were so shaky he all but collapsed. The blonde knelt there, legs quivering, and fingers still inside him. He was gasping with the force of his climax, and found it hard to focus for a few seconds.

When his vision cleared he saw a very hard, very wild looking Trowa right in front of him. Quatre removed his fingers, and steadied himself. The tall boy was struggling with the need to grab Quatre, to touch him as he had touched himself. He decided to damn it all and began to rip the gauze from his hands with his teeth. Quatre who was still trembly, tried to stop him.

"T-Trowa, no. Those have to stay on."

By then Trowa already had one hand freed. He set upon unwinding the other, using both hands and teeth. He looked up, gauze in his mouth, eyes burning with lust.

"No. I want you. I'm going to take you."

Quatre shivered at his lover's undisguised need, and watched as he tore the bandages away. Before the blonde could blink, Trowa lunged forward, and pinned him to the side of the tub. The quick movement caused the water to rock, and splash over the side. Trowa caught Quatre's mouth in a beastly kiss, opening the blonde's mouth and devouring it with his tongue.

Quatre mewled into the banged boy's mouth which caused Trowa to growl, and thrust against him. Quatre threw his head back, and Trowa attacked the smooth column of his throat, licking and sucking over the pulse beating erratically through the flesh. The green eyed boy's long fingers worked themselves inside Quatre's wet passage. His other hand encircled Quatre's cock, stroking it back to life. The Arabian cried out as his senses overloaded.

He had just come down off an amazing peak, and Trowa was rapidly sending him back up. He could feel his cock growing in his lover's hands as Trowa mercilessly rubbed that spot deep inside him. The tall boy moved his mouth down to pull a hard nipple into the moist warmth.

He ran his tongue over it before biting down. Quatre yelled and arched up, wanting more of everything. Trowa chuckled and gave the same treatment to the other nipple. Quatre couldn't catch his breath, Trowa was assaulting his every weak point. The blonde began whining, not being able to articulate his needs. Trowa kept driving his fingers in, making him dizzy with the sensations. At the same time he pumped Quatre's cock quickly.

The tall boy was rock hard, and his cock was dripping. It ached to be buried deep within his lover. But Trowa was going to stretch Quatre fully, since he knew neither of them wanted to take it slow. Quatre arched against him again, and Trowa felt the blonde's rehardened cock throbbing in his hand. He decided Quatre was well prepared, so he pulled his fingers out, and relinquished his erection. The banged boy wrapped Quatre's legs around him, and he felt those smooth thighs trembling. Quatre rubbed against him, urging him to hurry.

Trowa guided his cock to Quatre's waiting heat, and teased the little ring, brushing the wet tip of his erection over it. Quatre cried out, a keening wail, and Trowa silenced him with his mouth as he thrust into him. Quatre attacked Trowa's tongue, as he arched into his lover, embedding his rigid arousal deep inside him. Glorious stars danced before his eyes, as Trowa slammed into him, hitting his sweet spot. The tall boy stayed still, and let Quatre adjust, but the blonde was squirming around, desperate from Trowa to move.

"Please Trowa," he begged, "fuck me hard. I need you so badly."

Trowa made a low rumbling noise deep in his throat.

"Oh, yes, little one. I'm going to fuck you until you come screaming my name."

Quatre was almost sobbing his need was so great. He nodded, and began arching up. Trowa took the hint, and pulled out some, and thrust back in. He moaned as Quatre's tightness sucked him in, and squeezed his aching cock. Quatre moaned as Trowa filled him completely. The blonde wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and pulled their chests together.

Trowa moved out and surged back in. As he drove in, Quatre rocked his hips up, all his thoughts concentrated on getting Trowa as far inside of him as the tall boy could go. As he impaled himself on Trowa he cried out in fulfillment. Trowa nearly climaxed as Quatre screamed. It was too much. T

he blonde's tightness rubbing him all over, and Quatre screaming in ecstasy as he pounded in. Trowa reached down, and took Quatre's swollen cock into his hand again. He began to pump the heated flesh in time with his thrusts. All he focused on were those two motions. Stroking his hand along that stiff cock, and driving himself into that tight passage. Up, down, in, out.

Quatre's passionate wails were pushing him to the brink. He could feel the fire building up to an intense level. He slammed again, and then pulled back, and thrust in deeper, all the time angling himself to strike Quatre's sweet spot. Quatre closed his eyes against all the sensations running through him. Trowa thrusting into him, that thick cock filling him, stroking every inch of his insides.

The width stretching him, rubbing him all over. And then the slick fingers pumping his cock, squeezing it, fondling it. He was skating the precipice. He knew any second he would fall over into bliss. Quatre arched his hips up, meeting every brutal thrust, and savoring each one.

"Harder Trowa. Harder. *Harder*", he screamed.

Trowa drove in harder, pushing Quatre back into the side of the tub with the force of each thrust. The sex crazed sound of his voice succeeding in driving Trowa's control out the window. He stroked his lover's cock faster, as he plunged deep into him. He could feel the blonde's thighs tensing around him. He knew Quatre was close. He pulled out, and thrust back in as hard as he could. Quatre couldn't take anymore, the final slam did him in. Trowa struck his sweet spot, and Quatre tumbled over the pinnacle.

"Ohhhhh! Trowa!", he screamed.

Quatre climaxed violently all over Trowa's hand. His small frame was shaking with aftershocks, and he tightened even more around Trowa's invading hardness. But it was the scream that did the tall boy in. Trowa was poised on the edge. He pulled out, and thrust back in one final time, and his body stiffened as he flooded Quatre's passage in complete exhilaration. He threw his head back.

"Ohhhhh! Quatre!", he screamed.

He collapsed against Quatre. Then they slumped together, both too worn out to move. They were quaking as they lay there, and neither could find the will to move. The cuddled close and let the flames lick at them, as they recovered. Trowa lazily cracked open an eye, to check on his lover. The little blonde was lying under him with a satisfied smile on his face. Trowa slowly removed himself from Quatre.

Quatre stretched, and ran his fingers through Trowa's hair. He yawned happily. Trowa leaned down and kissed his little lover softly on the lips. Quatre purred, and hugged Trowa tighter. The blonde pulled the burned hands to his lips and kissed the palms softly.

"I'll have to rebandage these. I hope you didn't get hurt."

"I don't care. It was worth it."

Quatre's eyes softened. He cuddled closer to Trowa. It was only then that he noticed the murky water.

"Ummm..Trowa?"

"Hmmm," he replied, half asleep.

"I think we need a bath, to clean up from our bath...."