Legal balderdash: I own nothing. Nada . Zip. Trowa, Quatre, Duo, Heero and Wufei belong to their creators, not me. So, don’t sue me. You’d only be getting the all of 32 cents in nickels and pennies. In addition, the pictures that appear in the story are not mine either. They belong to their respected artist. SO… in that case. On with the show!
Water pooled in my palm as I knelt out side in the rain. The water rushing over my blonde hair was cleansing my mind, body, and soul. The wind seemed to whisper his name. Trowa. I could not stop thinking about him. The feelings I had inside were too much to bear. Oh, Allah. I have disgraced my father before and now my thoughts and urges would disgrace him once more. I could not alleviate these feeling; I could not control them. I was starting to get the feeling that all the preying in the world would not elevate these demons… these lustful thoughts. Trowa. I gazed at his reflection in the growing pool of water. The peach, gold, and sapphire danced as the water rippled with each drop. I closed my fist letting the droplets fall to the damp earth. " Dam! It’s pouring!" My straying thoughts were halted by the cheery sound of Duo’s tactless speech.
" Quatre, it’s raining outside, come on in."
"Sure, I guess Allah has heard enough out of me for today."
Bluntly obvious, that was Duo for you. This is exactly what I found so conforming about Duo. In situations where I felt he had to polite, or were to uncomfortable to speak of with out turning red, Duo was honest and let out exactly what he thought. I had always admired this freedom. The rain tapped loudly against he red umbrella as Duo held it over me. The pounding on the red canopy was almost enough to drown out any unwanted thoughts.
"Dude, why to you pray so much anyway? Even I don’t pray that much." My companion said with a lopsided grin.
I just shook my head.
"We sort of have different beliefs, different customs. Although, I believe in Allah, which is like the Catholic God, I practice Islam. This as part of my Five Pillars I must pray 5 times a day. Alhandullellah(1), that was the last one for the evening!" I laughed heartily. "Don’t get me wrong, I love being Muslim. I just have so much wrong to repent for…" I ran my fingers through my hair as my face faulted.
Duo slung an arm around me and smiled. "Awe, you haven’t done any thing wrong, Q-man!"
Little dose he know…
"Listen, Herro has been teachin’ me Japanese, if ya want you could come an learn some too. Plus, I would like you to teach me some Arabic, so I know what you and Trowa talk `bout all the time."
I giggled and shook my head.
"Okay, Duo."
"What?"
I giggled some more.
"What? What’s so funny?"
I laughed aloud as I looked at Duo’s expression: ‘Confused Dog’.
"What?"
" It’s nothing. Just. Trowa and I are speaking Spanish."
"Oh."
He gave me an idiot grin.
"Oh well. Will you teach me Spanish?"
"Na am (2)"
"What?"
"Nothing, Duo. I will."
We entered my villa. Though we were all older (19, to be exact) and war was not evident after we took care of Merimea(3), we all missed each other. Therefore, I offered my villa on Earth as a bachelor pad of sorts. Cool air greeted me and almost froze what water droplets that still traced my features. I smiled at the daily regularities that came with living with the other ex-pilots. The rapid taping that signified the presence of Heero …and his labtop. He says he writing a novel, who knew. The jumble of plates next to the telivision courtesy of Duo. Above it all, the sweet smell of cinnamon tea, Wufei’s favorite. Ah, home.
I walked up the wood staircase to the sleeping corridors. As I was about to enter my room I heard the sweet sound of a flute being played, exquisitely might I add. I was soothed by the sweet melody. I wanted to go visit the unibanged musician, but my needs for dry clothes over came that desire quickly. I went in to my room and quietly shut the door behind me. I proceeded to remove the sopping clothes from my cold flesh. The mixture of Trowa’s soothing music and the feel of the wet cloth running down my skin as I striped was rather comforting and a tad arousing. Soon my soft bed seemed to good an offer to refuse. I hadn’t put on new clothing I was just too tired. (4) With a light ruffle through my platinum hair, a slow yawn I drifted in to a peaceful sleep. I began to dream. Emerald eyes drink my nude frame. Long tapered fingers ran down my stomach. I groped tan skin as the other hands eagerly groped mine. Wet open mouth kisses planted down my inner thigh. Then to the tip of my---
A quite knock on my door woke me.
"Mmmm, who’s there?"
" It’s me, may I come in please?"
No mistaking Trowa’s monotone voice, it was him. I snuggled my head in to my pillow to hide flush in my face. That dream was truly…pleasant? What am I saying? I’m a boy and Trowa….forget it.
"Come in."
The door opened with a creek and…. And… Hmm, why didn’t it shut? I took my face out of my pillow to look up at Trowa. He sat there speechless. His knuckles white from the choking grasp he had on the silver doorknob. His eyes looked as if there were about to fall out in shock.
"Trowa?"
He quickly breathed something like ‘I’msorryquatre’ and left the room without haste. Then I remembered Then I felt my heart sink. My hand roamed over the pale expanse of my skin. The lower my hand got the more colors I turned. I was nude! I rammed my head in my pillow.
" Allah! Yaha! Ana gha`bi!(5)" I screamed in to my pillow.
Gods, with all I have done to that boy already! I didn’t have to burden him with the sight of me. In addition, to think of all the disgusting erotic dreams I had of him. Arrgh. He surely hates me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TROWA~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quatre had just come in. I can sense it. I have grown to know him well. I can tell his footsteps from the rest of the pilots. The soft, quiet pad of his toe to the click of the heel of his brown dress shoes. The slow steady stride as he cautiously walks to his room. Yo quiero te mucho mi amore(6). I pull out my flute as I hear the soft clap of his door being shut. I know he was out side praying. I also know he’s tiered. I will play him a soft lullaby on my flute. Oh, Quatre. I can just picture him. His cherub cheeks and smile, his cerulean eyes, his blonde hair, his pale skin… his flat stomach…his shapely legs…his big hard…! Big? Hard? Fuck. Here I go again. (7)I put down my flute and start to unzip my fly. I stroke myself through my briefs. I let out a grunt as my fingers slip past the waistband. I moaned as I eased out my erection from its denim prison. Licking my fingers, I started to stroke.
"Ahhh. Mmmm."
God, just envisioning Quatre’s perfect mouth breathing on my…
"Neegh Aaaa."
His sucking me off … taking me in those perfect pink lips of his…
"Aye dois mio, Quatre… ahh…mmmohooooo…"
My body curls and tenses as I stroke my cock a few more final times and cum in my hand whispering Quatre’s name aloud.
After a few moments to catch my breath, I look at the substance on my hand. I am a pervert. Look at me. I am masturbating to the thought of … doing things… to the most innocent boy I have ever known. He fucking trusts me and what do I do? If you have not already…God, dam me.(8)
I wash my…mess…and go see if Quatre is up. I need to talk to him, about what I am not entirely sure. Nevertheless, I need to talk to him, for it is one of my only solaces. As I made my way to his room, I saw Duo engaged in a rather interesting activity in the bathroom. (9)
" I hope you know Wufei doesn’t like you using his shampoo?"
The braided prankster turned around to face me.
"I’m not."
He said giving me the infamous Duo " cute and innocent eye"(10) routine. I just shook my head and left him to his mischief. I had more important things to do than scold Duo. I made my way up to Quatre’s room and knocked gently.
It took a few minutes but I managed to here a muffled ‘ Who is there’.
"It’s me, may I come in please?"
I heard a silence then a "come in".
My hand griped the silver doorknob. Yet nothing could of prepared my for what I saw. Quatre. Lying on his bed nude as the day he was born. That beautiful milky expanse of skin sprawled across blue sheets. His white ass facing me asking to be taken. Quatre lifted his head from the masses of feather pillows and gave me a puzzled look.
"Trowa?"
I looked down to find my hand involuntarily rubbing my crotch. Damit.
"I’m sorry Quatre."
Great. I am sure he saw my…um… reaction. I just could not help it though. God, he looked delicious. That vale of sleep over those amazing Mediterranean blue eyes. That pale ass wiggling in the air. He is like a living wet dream. I can feel the blood rushing to my face. I usually never blush. It only occurs when I think of him, then I turn as pink as his favorite shirt.
Suddenly Wufei(11) tapping on my shoulder interrupted my thought.
" And I though I got lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?" He asked me, raising one sleek black eyebrow.
"Uh. Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"
" You just look a little red. Anyway. I am going to take a shower. However, before I do I am going to cook dinner. And I require help." He then gave me a sly bronze smile. "Do you know of any one who might be able to assist me?"
I decided to play along in Wufei’s little joke. I struck a thoughtful pose rested my hand on my chin. Wufei just stared at me with a smirk playing in his ebony eyes. " Hmm? I believe Heero isn’t--"
"Working on his computer." Wufei cut in.
"Well, Duo I’m sure is a great help in the kitchen."
Wufei and I stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Then we broke out in fits of laughter.
" No. Forget it. He could burn water!" Wufei commented between laughs.
"True" Then Wufei nudged my side.
"What about…" He then came close to my ear.
"Quatre."
I started blushing madly.
Then Wufei started laughing. "I knew it! Quatre is the one getting you all hot and bothered!"
I did not respond.
"Ha! I am right! Well, when will you confess to him."
I almost choked on air.
"You did plan on confessing to him didn’t you?"
I shook my head no.
"Listen, Trowa, I am your friend right?"
I nodded.
" Then let me give you some advice. Tell him. Love is a crush that knows the truth."(12)
"I am afraid of rejection, Wufei. It is the only thing I have ever been afraid of." Always fear, when it came to Quatre.
" How do you know unless you ask?"
Wufei gave me a knowing gaze. Something in the Chinese’s raven eyes struck me. I could not place it. It was if those eyes held a soul older and wiser than god or time. Wufei and I had always been friends ever since the first time we met on L3 at the circus. We discussed much together, more than just the war that we were both plagued with. He always spoke with intelligence, yet now I think he speaks with experience. Wufei puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me to the kitchen.
He puts on his blue apron as I reach for mine. He starts to laugh.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just never saw you as a penguin man before."
"Catherine gave it to me for Christmas."
"Hn." Wufei smirked.
"Well, what are we cooking?"
"Vegan stew.(13) Guess what? You have the amazing privilege of chopping the raw onions."
He tossed me two onions. He knew I hated chopping onions. Bastard. (14)
"Lovely. And, pray, what will your task be?"
"I shall prepare the broth. Now start chopping onions. The sooner we’re done the sooner I can take a bath."
~~~~~~~QUATRE~~~~~~~~
After a considerable amount of self-coaxing and the smell of food downstairs I got out of bed and got dresses. I tried my hardest to dress conservatively. Boxers, pants, shirt, simple and unrevealing. Now, if I could only stop my face from flushing. I wordlessly opened my door to revel Duo in a panicked rush.
" Quatre, hide me quick."
In a blind flash of black and braids, Duo zipped through my room and on to my bed. He pulled the blue comforter over his head and peeked his face out.
" You haven’t seen me and I had nothing to do with pink dye and Wu-man’s shampoo."
I rolled my eyes and closed the door. It is best I not ask.
" MAXWELL!" Wufei screamed to the top of his lungs. The screeching volume of the Chinese’s yelling hurt my ears. He ran down the hall in nothing but a towel and a shower cap. Regretfully I felt my self become aroused by the sight of water scaling the expanse of his tanned chest. What am I thinking?! He stopped in front of me puling up his towel with one hand.
"Winner, have you see that braided baka?" With out hesitation I pointed to my room. It was best not to get in the middle of their little arguments. In addition, well, I would not want to face the angry ex- She-long pilot if he found out or got the assumption I was in on any of Duo’s plans.
" He’s in my room."
I probably should have asked what had gone on, but it did not interest me to see Wufei scolding Duo. I had to get something in my stomach. I walked down the steps to the kitchen. Before I opened the door, I whispered a prayer hoping that Trowa would not be there. I embarrassed myself enough today. I grasped the silver doorknob and to my relief found an empty kitchen. The glorious smells I had smelled earlier were coming from a single pot on the stove. Vegan stew. All the servants were out, though. I wonder who could have cooked?
" You can have some if you want."
I jumped as the voice behind me still vibrated in my ears. Trowa just stood there. I smiled to my self as I admired his apron. Red with penguins, who would have guessed. I felt myself growing pink, as I remembered what happened not more than a few hours ago.
~~~~~TROWA~~~~~
" You can have some if you want."
Quatre just stared at me. Standing face flush, lips parted, hair ruffled. It all made one cute picture. Yet, memories of a naked less innocent Quatre filled my mind. I started to blush. We were silent for long moments. Then as if on que: "I’m sorry." spilled out of both our mouths.
"Wait, what are you sorry for Trowa?"
"This afternoon… when I came in to your bed room"
Quatre looked down at his toes.
"You did nothing wrong Trowa. It was my fault."
I went up to Quatre and placed a hand on his chin, lifting it so I can meet those cerulean depths.
He quivered and blushed intensely. He whispered my name. I started to blush. Then I did something drastic. I lowered my head and delicately kissed his velvety lips.
After a few moments, we parted. I looked in to his rich azure eyes. "Quatre, I’m sorry. I just—"
I was cut off by the blonde angel’s lips ravishing mine. He licked my bottom lip and quickly entered my mouth to do battle with my tongue.
He then broke it abruptly leaving me breathless.
"Trowa, you realize what we are doing right?"
I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Yes. I know."
Quatre walked away, pulled out a chair, and flopped down to sit. He runs his fingers through his hair once and looks at me.
~~~~~~QUATRE~~~~~~~~
"Then tell me, Trowa. What are we doing?"
I needed to stop and think. How did this happen? I mean I like Trowa, but does he like me? I mean, he never gave any indication, nothing! He gradually slinks his thin body in to a chair across from me. I ask him again.
"Trowa. What are we doing?"
Trowa took a deep breath and looked in to my eyes.
"Loving each other, like I always wanted."
He said it so quietly that I almost did not hear it.
" You wanted this?"
He nods, casting his verdant orbs away from my face.
"Quatre, I’ve wanted this since the day you took me in."
He grasps my hand and gives it a strong but gentle squeeze.
"Since you’ve shown me some kindness. Since you became my friend 5 years ago."(15)
I felt my eyes tearing up. That was sweet. Holy Shit, I am sounding like my sisters.
"Quatre, do you want this?"
It took me a moment to think this through. Okay, do I love Trowa?
Yes I do, but do I want him to go through all the shit my other gay friends do.
The get beat up at parties, made fun of. They are the butt of every joke. Now I know I can handle that, I’m strong. Nevertheless, can Trowa? I don’t want him more isolated than he already is. I don’t want to hurt him. I can deal with whatever shit is flung at me. But can he?(16)
" Quatre, I know what your thinking. I don’t care what people say. I love your soul not your gender. I love the heart and the mind, not just the penis. I know what I am getting in to. I know the possible consequences of falling in love with you. I, also know that I am strong and can become stronger if need be. As long as it means keeping you by my side. Now, do you want this, Quatre?" I squeeze Trowa’s hand. "Yes. I do."
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Well see ya in part 2: It’s Called ‘Closet Case’