Quatre crept up the stairs and down the hallway. He entered the master bedroom, which was at the very end of the hall, and closed the door behind him. He moved through the room, and into the adjoining bathroom. He padded over to the shower, and pulled the glass door open. He leaned in, and turned the water on, placing his hand under the spray to make sure it was heating up. Satisfied that it was, he shut the shower door, and wandered around collecting the various things he would need. He got out two large, fluffy towels, and a washcloth, and checked to see that his robe was still hanging on the back of the door. It was, right next to Trowa's.

He pulled off his pants, turned and caught his reflection in the full length mirror. He sighed and shook his head. The blonde looked like he had some sort of weird plague, or pigmentation problem. Most of his body was splotched purple. It covered his entire chest, and parts of his neck. There were even purple smudges on his face, and matted in his hair. The blemish continued downward, covering his stomach, his cock, and most of his upper legs. And that was only the front. He had to wonder how Trowa had managed to coat his entire body with one pitcher of syrup. He smiled at that as he reached under the sink, and pulled out a new bottle of bodywash. He had a lot to clean, so he knew he'd need it. He flipped open the top, and inhaled deeply.

The fragrant scent of honeysuckle wafted up. Trowa's favorite. He grabbed the washcloth, and opened the door to the steamy shower. The vapor wrapped around him like a warm, welcoming cloud. He stepped inside, and under the hot blast of water. Downstairs, Trowa was cursing the fact that most of body was glued to the table. He had wanted to sneak out right after Quatre had left, but he found unsticking himself was proving to be quite a problem. He braced himself, and jerked his body up harshly. He hissed as the skin was parted from the table. After a few more fast yanking movements he was free of the syrup coated table. Unabashedly naked he strolled up the stairs, and went in search of his lover. As he neared the end of the hallway he heard the distinctive noise of the shower running. His smile widened, and he licked his lips, as he entered the bedroom. He crept over to the bathroom door, and cracked it open.

He saw a figure in the shower, so he eased the door open, and slid inside, shutting it noiselessly behind him. The room was beginning to fill with a warm fog from the heat of the water. Quatre's back to him, so he didn't see Trowa creeping up on him. The blonde was facing the shower wall, body under the spray of water, trying to scrub off the stains. Trowa took the opportunity to stare at his love unobserved. The blonde locks were soaked, and hanging straight down. The water cascaded down over his head, and ran the length of his body. It flowed over his slender frame, making him shiny and slick. The warmth of it making the pale skin flush.

Quatre moved in the shower, the steam making him appear to be in a haze. The heat of the steam, plus the sight of Quatre were making Trowa feel sultry. He went quickly to the door of the shower, the urge to be with Quatre could be quelled no longer. The blonde got about three seconds warning. He felt a rush of cool air, and then strong arms were around him, a hot, wet mouth was on him. The washcloth fell forgotten to the floor. The cool air was making him shiver in his lover's arm. One arm left his waist, and the door was slammed shut, before it snaked back around him. Quatre closed his eyes, and let the feeling of the hot water, and the equally hot mouth wash over him. He was spun around, and the mouth seized his, a soft tongue worked its way between his lips. He whimpered against the mouth, as the heat swirled around them.

But he returned the kiss with matching fervor, his tongue licking at the other's mouth. Long fingers tangled in his wet hair, and pulled him even closer. The burning torrent of water rained down on them, soaking their bodies, and making them slide against each other. Trowa broke the kiss, and pulled a breathless Quatre from under the falling water. Quatre opened his eyes as Trowa smoothed his soggy bangs back, and tenderly kissed his wet forehead.

"Missed you," the tall boy murmured.

Quatre nuzzled up to him, and lightly pressed kisses to his collarbone in response. Trowa smiled, and pulled a bottle of shampoo from the shelf, and poured a generous amount into his hand. He began to work it through the fair hair as Quatre continued to lavish his neck with sweet kisses. The blonde was purring as Trowa massaged the shampoo into his scalp. Soapy hands ran down the Arabian's back, leaving a trail of lather in their wake. He was then pushed back under the water as Trowa washed the shampoo from his hair. His blue green eyes shut again, Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist, and leaned his head back. Long fingers stroked all the soap from his tresses.

He felt it running down his back, the thick bubbles tickling the sensitive flesh. When his hair was fully clean Trowa moved him forward again, and ran a finger down his cheek. Quatre smiled, and cuddled close to his lover's slippery chest. Trowa pried himself from the enthusiastic hug, and kneeled down to retrieve the washcloth. He motioned for the bodywash, which Quatre handed down to him. His eyes turned smoky with passion as he saw the scent of it, and he smiled promisingly up at Quatre. The green eyed boy poured the honeysuckle wash onto the cloth, and rubbed it together, building up a large mass of lather. He moved it briskly, and yet teasingly over the blonde's thighs. With each stroke, more and more of the syrup washed off, revealing the creamy skin beneath it.

Quatre's cock began to stir under the ministrations, and by the time his thighs were clean he was rock hard again. Trowa noticed his obvious state of arousal, but decided to ignore it for the time being. He stood, and brought the cloth up to tenderly clean the syrup smudges off Quatre's face. The he moved down to wipe off his neck. The taller boy cleaned his lover's arms, his side, and then worked the washcloth over the flatness of Quatre's stomach. The muscles tensed as he brushed the cloth over them. Trowa scrubbed briskly, but not harshly, until the skin was once again it's normal cream color. The end of the washcloth brushed over Quatre's erection, and the blonde moaned, and thrust forward toward the too light sensations. The taller boy smirked and moved the washcloth behind him, to cleanse his gorgeous, round ass.

Quatre whimpered as his erect cock brushed against Trowa. Taking pity on his lover, Trowa rinsed out the cloth, and applied more of the scented gel. Then he wrapped the cloth around Quatre's straining arousal. The Arabian moaned loudly, and his fingers clutched at Trowa's shoulders. The green eyed boy pressed a soothing kiss to the blonde's forehead, as he continued to clean, and stimulate him. Quatre thrust into the washcloth, the slight roughness of the fabric driving him mad as it stroked over his sensitive cock. The bodywash made it slide smoothly up and down the length of his erection.

Trowa's hand slid around to rest at the small of Quatre's back. Lightly, the tall boy pressed him forward into the motions of the washcloth. Quatre willing arched into it, wanting to release the need he felt building inside him. His flesh was overly sensitive. He could feel every drop of water as it slowly caressed it's way down his body. His legs began to wobble as Trowa cleaned him harder, moving the washcloth faster over his arousal. The steam around him clouded his senses, making everything feel hazy and warm. As Trowa stroked him, all else faded into the background. The rushing water was a dull noise in the distance. He ceased to feel the water on his body.

All that he was aware of was that washcloth. It slid down to the base of his cock, sending tingly waves of ecstasy rushing though him. Then back up to the head, making him cry out in pleasure. His fingers dug into the skin of Trowa's shoulders. The blonde tossed his head back, and shamelessly thrust into the movements. He felt himself rising so high, his body was taut, as he bucked his hips in rhythm with Trowa's actions. The green eyed boy knew his lover was close. The slim hips arched towards him with wild abandon. He smiled and quickened his pace. Quatre's whole being was centered on the motion of the washcloth. He swore he could hear it as it rubbed over his cock. So when it sped up, he groaned, and moved with it. The exquisite sensations were becoming too much for him to handle.

He lost himself in the rocking dance they were engaged in. The tenseness of his body built upon itself, until he was rigid, his muscles strained to the breaking point. He heard Trowa growling, felt the hand on his back slide between the slick cheeks of his rear. With a sob he came, climaxing all over the washcloth. His body shook, as it was freed from restraint. He slumped into Trowa's arms. Trowa used a clean part of the wet cloth to gently clean him. Quatre panted in his lover's strong arms as he was washed. As Quatre stood there, his surroundings finally came back to him. He could feel the water cooling down. He shakily moved from the warm embrace of his love, and twisted the knob to make the water warmer. Then he switched places with his lover, moving Trowa under the hot spray.

Trowa moaned in appreciation as the hot water covered his body. Quatre took the washcloth from him and rinsed it thoroughly, as Trowa lathered his hair up. When the tall boy stepped under the water to remove the suds, Quatre slipped behind him, and began to wash his back. He used the bubbles sliding down Trowa's back, working them into the flesh, cleaning away all the traces of purple. Quatre kneeled down, and worked the cloth across over Trowa's ass, rubbing the flesh roughly. Then he slid the washcloth down to stroke over firm thighs. Trowa spread his legs a little, letting Quatre clean between them.

The blonde reached up, and stroked the cloth once up the length of Trowa's cock. The taller boy jumped, slightly startled by the sensations that suddenly flared in his body. Quatre smiled, and began to run the cloth over Trowa's long legs, scrubbing them until they were shiny and clean. Quatre got back to his feet, and reached his arms around Trowa, cleaning his lover's stomach from behind him. Trowa hissed in frustration as Quatre stroked over his nipples. The little buds hardened under the constant stroking of the cloth. Then the blonde wandered down, cleaning the rippling muscles of Trowa's abdomen, sweeping the cloth over him lightly. Trowa groaned as Quatre neared the area that desperately needed attention. Trowa's cock was growing harder by the second as his blonde lover continued to play with him.

Finally, the green eyed boy had had enough. He poured the honeysuckle bodywash into his palm, and took his own erection into his hand. Quatre's eyes widened as he saw what Trowa was doing. The washcloth landed on the floor, as Quatre slid around to his lover's front. Trowa's green eyes stared into his blue green ones, as his long fingers pumped his arousal. The emerald orbs were dark with lust as he stroked himself. Quatre's breathing grew heavy as he watched his lover pleasuring himself. Trowa's hands left his cock, and yanked Quatre to him. With a shriek the blonde was pulled forward. Trowa captured the slender form in his arms, and squeezed lovingly. Quatre's arms wound around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their mouths met with burning intensity.

The Arabian could feel Trowa's hardness pressing into his stomach. It triggered his own desires, and he could feel his cock growing again. Their tongues slipped into the other's mouth, and stroked the inner warmth. Trowa's hand, still slick with the bodywash, slid between the cheeks of his ass once again. One finger teased over the tight ring, brushing it, coating it with the gel. Quatre moaned into Trowa's mouth, and writhed in his arms. Trowa slowly slid the first finger inside Quatre's passage. Quatre pushed back, trying to urge the finger deeper. They broke the kiss and Trowa chuckled at Quatre's eagerness. A second finger joined it's mate, pushing itself deep within Quatre's body.

The blonde rubbed against Trowa, a silent plea for him to hurry. But Trowa would not be rushed. Quatre rocked back on the digits sliding in and out of him. He shifted, and took one of Trowa's erect nipples into his mouth. The fingers moving within him, pushed deeper, as he licked the stiff bud. Suddenly, with a startled yell, Trowa jumped and moved them forward, away from the water. Quatre looked at him in surprise. The water had been steadily cooling, until finally it sent an ice cold stream rushing down. Quatre, realizing how chilly it actually was, shivered in Trowa's arms. The banged boy reluctantly removed his fingers, and turned off the water. Both stepped out of the shower, and finally noticed how wrinkled their fingers and toes had become. Trowa grabbed the towels, and wrapped one about his waist.

He used the other to dry off Quatre's dripping body. He wrapped the damp towel around Quatre, then he picked up his lover and set him down on the edge of the counter. Quatre watched with passion filled eyes, as Trowa rubbed himself dry. He slid down from his perch, and let his towel drop to the floor. Trowa, never able to resist the charms of his lover, let his towel fall too, as he pulled the blonde into his arms. He gently lowered him onto the large, thick rug in front of the counter. He folded up his discarded towel, and placed it under Quatre's still dripping, blonde locks. Then he scrambled back into the shower to retrieve the half used bottle of shower gel. He returned to his lover's side, and slid a hand between his milky thighs. Quatre parted his legs, and let Trowa settle between them. The taller boy saw that Quatre's hair was not the only thing dripping.

The blonde's cock rose from between his legs, and dripped with pleasure. Trowa purred as he leaned down to take the erect flesh into his mouth. As he slowly suckled the head, he slid two fingers back inside Quatre's warm haven. They struck something deep inside him, and Quatre bucked up off the floor. The Arabian moaned and squirmed as an electric fire worked to consume him. Trowa's tongue swiped at him, the texture and the teasing threatening to drive him insane with desire. He was torn as to whether he wanted to be deeper inside Trowa's mouth, or further impaled on his fingers. Trowa's free hand tried to keep his hips steady, but it was a losing battle. The blonde was all over the place. Trying to rock between that mouth, and those fingers, rubbing his now heated skin all over the nubby fabric of the rug. Wanting to feel everything, anything, touching his skin all over. Trowa eased his head down and took all of Quatre's throbbing length into his mouth.

The blonde cried out as that fabulous, moist heat enclosed over him. His hands gripped the rug with white knuckles, as Trowa started to suck lightly. The banged boy's hand slid off his hips, and Quatre wasted no time in arching up into that glorious suction. Trowa's free hand moved upwards to stroke and pinch Quatre's stiff nipples. And he added a third finger to the bunch, wanting to stretch his love as much as possible. Trowa keep striking his sweet spot every time he pushed his fingers in. Quatre was nearly sobbing with frustration. He could feel the blazing within him, as he ascended higher and higher. Waves of lust filled fire poured over him, washing away his senses. Trowa could feel that Quatre was ready, so he slowly slid his mouth off the blonde's throbbing arousal.

He pulled his fingers out, and sat back to coat his own aching cock with more of the honeysuckle scented wash. Quatre watched him through half closed eyes, panting, waiting, needing to be filled in only a way that Trowa could fill him. Trowa leaned over and pulled Quatre into his arms. The fair face was flushed, brilliant eyes clouded with passion. Trowa thanked his lucky stars, and everything else for gracing him with his angel. Their cocks rubbed together, and both boys groaned as pure ecstasy shot from their groins, and sped through them. Trowa pulled them up into a sitting position, and got comfortable, as he positioned Quatre over his straining cock.

The Arabian was biting his neck, nails scratching his shoulders, as he begged Trowa to stop torturing him. The tall boy's hands were gripping his love's slim hips, as he slowly lowered him down onto his erection. But Quatre was too far gone to be patient. Slyly his slid his fingers between them, and pinched Trowa's nipples hard. The green eyed boy gasped, and dropped Quatre quickly onto him, impaling the blonde fully. Trowa almost climaxed at the sudden, hot, tightness that squeezed every inch of his cock. His world shook at the dizzying pleasure. Quatre tensed at the pain that flashed through him, but it was forgotten just as fast, as Trowa hit his sweet spot.

There was still the slight pain of being so filled, but the pleasure far outweighed it. They stayed like that for a few seconds, Quatre's ass resting on Trowa's thighs, as they both breathed heavily. Then Trowa's hand tangled itself into Quatre's wet hair, as he yanked the boy's mouth to his own. Their lips crushed together, and their tongues snaked out to stroke against eachother. The banged boy could feel his love stretching around his width, expanding to accommodate him. His free hand ran up and down the blonde's spine, in an effort to ease the tension from him. He could feel the muscles loosening, as Quatre relaxed. They broke the kiss, breathless, and lightheaded.

Trowa's hands strayed back down to Quatre's hips. He grasped the pale skin, and lifted his lover slightly off him, and then lowered him back down. Quatre gasped as Trowa moved in and out of him. But the shallow movements did little to sate his need. The blonde gripped Trowa's shoulders and lifted himself up, and lowered himself down quickly onto Trowa's cock. Trowa's hands fell from his hips, as he was plunged fully into that tight, gripping warmth. Quatre's fingers dug into his shoulders, nails leaving marks. But Trowa couldn't feel it, all he could feel was Quatre's passage surrounding him on all sides. The blonde's eyes were closed in concentration as he moved up, and down.

He shifted as he lowered himself quickly, trying to force Trowa's cock as deep as he could. The green eyed boy thrust up, as the blonde moved down. Quatre cried out, as Trowa rammed his sweet spot. His nails scratched at the smooth skin of Trowa's shoulders. They began to build a rhythm, Quatre moving up, and then slamming down, Trowa raising his hips to meet him. A slow fire started to burn inside them, like the end of a lit fuse. Quatre lifted up, almost fully off Trowa's arousal, and plunged himself back down on it. They both gasped as wave after wave of delicious pleasure rolled through them. They rocked together, Quatre rising as far off Trowa as he could, and then slamming back down, as Trowa drove upward. All their thoughts were consumed by the mere action of moving up, and sinking down. Each brush of the taller boy's cock against that spot deep within Quatre causing the blonde to moan.

The fuse burned brighter, as they moved against each other frantically. It was burning down, almost reaching the point when it would detonate both their worlds. Quatre lifted up, and impaled himself down brutally, Trowa arched up, meeting each downward motion as roughly. The banged boys hands clenched Quatre's hips painfully. The blonde's cock rubbed against the muscles of Trowa's stomach, causing ripples of friction which were almost too much for him. The fuse was growing shorter, as their bodies burned with the intensity. Quatre rode Trowa's cock with wanton abandon. Moving himself up and down the length feverishly. Trowa couldn't be deep enough in him, couldn't fill him enough. He wanted more. The Arabian slammed down, embedding Trowa as deep as possible. The amazing sensation of that hard cock so deep inside him, stretching him to the limits, was incredible.

Every downward motion causing Trowa to smash into his sweet spot, and letting his cock rub the toned flesh of his stomach. Trowa was feeling the same highs. Quatre moving on top of him, the tight flesh stroking his cock. It squeezed him as he was dragged in and out. The fuse ignited in them burned it's hottest. It was so close to exploding. Quatre rocked up and down as fast as he could, feeling himself climbing to his climax. Trowa let his love work them as high as he could. The pace increasing to breakneck speed. The fuse reached its end, it sparked as Quatre lifted himself up. As the blonde pushed back down, it detonated, blasting both boys away. Trowa's cock filled Quatre, and struck his sweet spot. The Arabian tensed, and came, coating Trowa's chest, as well as his own. He screamed loudly as his body shuddered with the force of his passion.

Trowa thrust up, burying himself in the contracting tightness. As it clenched around his erect cock, he too came, filling Quatre with the warmth of his seed. They clung to each other, as their worlds spun madly. Their breath coming in short pants, their bodies shaking. They kissed widely, tongues moving rapidly against each other, as the last of the aftershocks tore through them. Their kissing slowed, becoming less rushed, and more lazy, as the feeling of completed satedness washed over them. Their mouths broke apart, and Quatre nuzzled his face into the crook of Trowa's neck. With a sigh of utter contentment the taller boy brushed his fingers over his love's back. They were happy to stay that way for a few minutes, just resting against each other in the aftermath of fervent love making. Trowa could feel Quatre's breathing slowing, marking the blonde's descent into slumber.

He nudged his love, and slid the boy off him, laying him back down on the rug. With wobbly legs, he went back into the shower, and retrieved the washcloth. Trowa settled back by Quatre, and slowly cleaned him. The blonde purred as the cloth was rubbed over him. Trowa finished, and then hurriedly cleaned himself. He helped Quatre to his feet, and then flung the washcloth back into the shower.

The two walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Quatre moved to the bedside, and went to pull down the blanket. Trowa stood behind him, watching the sight his fair lover made. Bent over, looking so unknowingly sexy. Blonde hair still damp, and skin flushed.

"Quatre?"Quatre looked up from pulling back the covers.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm still hungry..."

And that was the only warning the blonde got, before his lover pounced.