::Grins wildly:: Ray-Chan wrote a LE~MON!!! Bwahaha! Seriously though, it’s my first attempt at lemon, so don’t be surprised if it sucks. (It was my muse, Sakura-Chan’s idea anyway! ::glares at Sakura-Chan::)

This lemon is for SarahFish just cause she is such a cool person who helps me with my fics and lets me help with hers in turn.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they belong to those who made them.

WARNING : LEMON!!! (feels good to finally say that) SAPPINESS too!

Hope you like it. My first LEMON! Please e-mail me and tell me what you liked or didn’t like. It would really mean a lot to me. I need the support. Without mail, I may just never try a lemon again cause I think I suck at it. PLEASE mail! All mail will receive a reply. [email protected]

--> Ray-Chan

"So…um. This is my room."

Quatre nodded and smiled, eliciting another blush from the Japanese boy. Quatre was beginning to enjoy making Heero blush. He just looked so cute!

Quatre slowly made his way over to the single bed and sat down gesturing for Heero to sit beside him. Heero stood back, unsure for a second. Quatre noticed this quickly.

"Heero, can I check the cut in your head for infection? I don’t want you to get sick."

Heero nodded slowly and took a seat next to Quatre on the extra thick comforter. The blonde took Heero’s head in his hands carefully and brushed a gentle finger over the healing wound.

"It looks okay."

He smiled slightly, but did not release Heero’s head from his gentle grasp, instead massaging the temples with a steady circular motion that made Heero sigh in content. The Wing pilot soon found himself sprawled on the bed, his head in Quatre’s lap as the slight Arabian stroked his hair lovingly. He turned to face the other.

"Quatre? Why are you so nice?"

The blonde boy laughed, though not to tease Heero. His smile grew as he looked down at the boy in his lap.

"Because I love you, Heero."

Heero flinched and Quatre immediately regretted the words when Heero pulled away and turned away from him. Quatre frowned.

"Heero, I-I’m really sorry I said that. It just kinda slipped out and, well I-"

"Do you really?"

"Huh?"

Heero still remained facing away from the other boy.

"You said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

Quatre’s head dipped down slightly. His voice was barely a whisper.

"Yes. I-I do."

Heero turned back to him, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes when he said, "I love you too, Quatre. I always have."

And he leaned forward, bringing his lips to Quatre’s in their first kiss. They remained joined together until oxygen finally gave out and they were forced apart, gasping for air. Heero was fixed on the other boy.

"What now?"

Quatre grinned and swiftly pushed Heero backwards on the bed, kisses becoming more insistent as Quatre sought entrance to Heero’s mouth. Lips parted for him slightly, and the blonde began to ravage Heero’s mouth, seeking out and plundering all the secrets hidden within.

He leaned over Heero, kisses fierce now, but the other boy had no trouble matching the set pace. They twined together lips dancing over each other’s furiously before Quatre slowly moved lower, lifting the green tank top to kiss Heero’s stomach and moving upwards over the chest pausing at the juncture to his neck to gaze into the dazed cobalt eyes. Heero smiled slightly and raised his arms enough to allow Quatre to pull off the offending garment and throw it carelessly to the floor.

Other clothing soon followed, each boy quickly stripping the other completely in their need to be without the constraints of clothing. Quatre deftly pushed Heero onto his back and stared into cobalt eyes, smiling with all the love he posed for the boy beneath him. Heero was breathing in short pants, eyes darkened with the desire coursing through him. Quatre paused, unsure for a moment.

"Are you sure you want this, Heero? I don't want to hurt you."

Heero smiled up at his love, passion seeping through finely chiseled features.

"I don't care."

And he leaned into the juncture of Quatre's neck and shoulder, and began to suckle lightly on the soft skin found there. Quatre whimpered slightly under Heero's administrations.

"You...you're sure then? No regrets?"

"None."

Quatre gave Heero a lusty kiss, displaying all the passion he felt for his brown-haired angel below him, tongues entwining in a dance of sexual desire. He broke the contact just long enough to reach into the drawer of the night table, feeling around for the bottle of almond oil he knew was hidden in it's depths. Extracting the bottle carefully, he unscrewed it filling the room with its light, pleasant fragrance. Pouring the oil into his palm he replaced it on the table for later use.

"Turn over"

Heero was a little startled by the command, but he obeyed without question. Rolling onto his stomach, he paused for a second to look back at the slight Arabian. Quatre rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil liberally over both palms before laying the oil-slick hands on Heero's back.

"Quatre, what are you...Ohhhhh..."

Quatre's hands moved deftly over each muscle, carefully unwinding the knots with a flick of a finger or twist of his wrist. Heero relaxed quickly under Quatre's skillful hands.

"Feels…real good….Quatre."

Fearing his love was falling asleep though, Quatre shifted positions, swinging one leg over the brown-haired boy and straddling his thighs, careful so as not to cause any unnecessary discomfort from being jostled around. Heero absently noted the new position, but all conscious thought was lost as Quatre continued his onslaught, probing the steely muscles of Heero's back.

The blonde boy reached forward, tracing patterns over the skin of Heero's arms before leaning up to lightly brush a kiss over Heero's neck. Heero sighed softly.

"Real nice, Quatre. Sooooo nice. Good. All good." Heero was enjoying every touch, every kiss no matter how simple.

Quatre decided it was time to take things a little further. Slowly at first, he placed gentle kisses down the length of Heero's spine, pausing in places to nibble with added pressure before continuing his quest downward.

He paused for a second, deciding how to go about this new mission, but quickly found the direct approach to be the best way. Quatre gripped Heero’s legs gently and spread them apart, giving him space to kneel between. He began to run small kisses up the inside of Heero’s thighs.

"Qu…Quatre! You…ohhhhhh. It-It’s good." Slight whimpers and moans of pleasure escaped the brown-haired boy as he struggled to breathe. How could something so simple feel so right?

The blonde turned his attentions upwards, flicking the tip of his tongue out to taste the salt from Heero’s skin. Running his tongue out slightly more, he traced the crack of Heero’s buttocks, delving in slightly, giving promise to what may be the best night of both their lives.

Heero squirmed slightly in his anticipation.

"Please, Quatre. I just want…I-I want…." He trailed off, not knowing exactly what it was he searched for.

Withdrawing slightly, Quatre smirked at Heero’s whine of abandonment before he reached over for the forgotten bottle of almond oil still sitting on the night table. Removing the top again carefully, the scent permeated the room, drifting through the darkness to meld with the heavy breathing of both boys before dissipating to nothing.

Coating the fingers of his right hand thoroughly, Quatre returned to his self-appointed place between, Heero’s things. Lifting Heero off the bed slightly by the waist, Quatre ran his hand down between the firm globes gently, searching for the prize he knew would be within. Finding it, he slowly inserted a finger into Heero’s depths causing the boy to cry out.

"Shhhh. It’s okay, Heero," Quatre smiled reassuringly. "I don’t want to hurt you. This will help. I promise."

Heero swallowed hard and managed a weak nod. Taking this as a sign to continue, Quatre pushed the finger further inside, adding another only when Heero relaxed enough to accommodate both. A third was soon added, and Quatre shifted the hand, hitting a spot inside Heero that made him scream in pleasure and cling to the sheets below him.

"AHHH! Quatre! More Please! I…oohhhh. I-I need you…"

When his head stopped spinning, Heero found himself pushing back wantonly onto Quatre’s fingers, trying to force the digits in deeper, and cried out when the fingers were abruptly removed from him.

Quatre paused uncertainly. "Heero, I…I want to be inside you. Will you let me take you? Make love to you?"

His eyes pleaded with the boy below him. Even through all of his pleasure, Heero managed a smile and a quick nod before rolling over onto his back once again so he faced the one above him. The one he loved. Taking the bottle of almond oil from Quatre, Heero hesitated, peering at his lover through heavy, lust filled eyes.

"May I?" he gestured to Quatre’s swollen member. Quatre smiled back at him.

"Please."

Heero poured a palm-full of the oil into his open hand before reaching between them for Quatre’s manhood. Quatre hissed as the small hands ran over his most sensitive of areas, coating him even as his erection grew. Heero’s hands ran from base to tip, pausing at the end to run a finger over the slit, moistening the length with the first drops of pre-cum found there.

The blonde boy began to moan, thrusting himself into Heero’s hands, panting with abandon as the slow torturous rhythm of strokes increased.

"Hee…Heero. I- I won’t last much longer if you keep this up!"

Heero immediately stopped his attentions. Quatre sighed with the loss. He HAD been enjoying it, but all coherent thought was lost as Heero leaned back on the bed once more, pulling Quatre to him and wrapping his legs around the blonde’s waist.

"Please, Quatre. I-I want you inside me."

Quatre lifted Heero’s hips slightly and positioned himself.

"As you wish."

And he slowly pushed into the welcoming heat of Heero’s body. Heero clamped down tightly on Quatre’s member as the shock of being penetrated subsided. He had felt pain before but nothing quite like this. It was warm and piercing at the same time, flooding his senses and blocking out all other courses of thought. Waves of each were flowing through him, and Heero welcomed their presence.

"Heero, are you okay?" Quatre’s voice rose over the pounding in Heero’s head. He managed a weak nod. Quatre smiled lovingly down at him and began to push steadily inward. Heero cried out, but the blonde leaned down to silence him with a kiss, stealing away Heero’s cries of pain before they could reach the night.

Quatre pulled away panting. Fully sheathed in Heero’s tight heat, the sensations were making him heady. He wanted nothing more than to pound into the willing boy beneath him, but he held his body in check. He wouldn’t hurt Heero if he could help it.

"He…Heero," he panted, lust filled eyes on his lover below. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you? I- "

Heero wrapped his legs tighter around the trembling blonde above.

"Move."

Quatre accepted the offer and slowly, so as not to cause any more pain, he pulled out until only the tip of his aching erection remained inside Heero’s body. Pushing in was slightly faster and both boys struggled to breathe. Heero’s head was thrown back thrashing from side to side in time with Quatre’s thrusts.

"Quuuuatre. Faster. Please. I-I…harder."

"I…" sweat dripped from Quatre’s shaking form onto the sheets below. "I won’t hurt you, Heero."

The brown-haired boy growled and braced himself before slamming his hips violently upward to meet Quatre’s thrusts, burying him to the hilt. With a cry, The Arabian finally let his control slip, and he began to pound into the beautiful boy.

The two sweat soaked forms melded with each other, finding a rhythm that pleased them both and sending them to the epitome of ecstasy. Quatre was in heaven, encased within Heero, the delicious friction of each thrust sent both boys panting for more. Heero’s walls gripped Quatre’s sex tightly on all sides, bringing them closer to the edge with each movement, deeper than the one before it.

Heero rocked back with each thrust, synchronizing his movements to that of Quatre’s. Impaled on Quatre’s member, the pleasure soon overran the pain from the thick intrusion, and he rocked his hips up to meet each thrust, moaning wantonly.

Heero was first to find release, screaming Quatre’s name as he came over their stomachs. The blonde was soon to follow, with one last thrust, impossibly deep, he flooded Heero’s insides, finally collapsing on top of the young Japanese boy. He tilted his head up to look at his love and was shocked by what he found there.

Heero was crying. Not sobbing from pain, just gentle tears which puzzled Quatre all the same. He shifted up, his member now limp, still buried inside of Heero. Placing gentle kisses over Heero’s eyes, he willed the tears to stop.

"Love, why do you cry?" Quatre felt the tears now springing to his own eyes. "These tears do not suit you. Tell me what’s wrong."

Heero smiled, belying the tears creeping down his cheeks.

"Nothing’s wrong. For once in my life, everything feels right. Just the way it should be."

Quatre’s smile soon appeared as well. He began to remove himself from Heero, when the other boy suddenly stopped him. Wrapping his legs tighter around Quatre, Heero pulled the Arabian closer in a fierce hug.

"Quatre, please stay tonight. I don’t want you to go."

"I wasn’t going to leave you, Heero." Quatre kissed him softly. "I was only pulling out so I wouldn’t hurt you."

"No…stay tonight. With me. In me. I-I like this feeling. The closeness."

Quatre paused, unsure for a second, then brushed his lips over Heero’s forehead again in silent acquiescence.

Shifting his weight to the back and careful not to accidentally pull out, he rolled Heero to his side, spooning behind him, and wrapped his Love in a tight embrace. They stayed that way for the rest of the night.