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Pairing: 3x4
#1 Crush (music starts: groans) [dark to light flashes of Quatre tossing and moaning] [Trowa lying in bed]
I would die for you Quatre is(actually dressed casually!) folding clothes. He begins to fold one of Trowa�s turtleneck sweaters when he notices a pill fuzz on one sleeve. He picks it off, and before finishing the folding, hugs it lovingly to his chest. He glances up at the ceiling, almost wistfully.
I�ve been dying just to feel you by my side [fade through ceiling to Trowa�s room]
I would cry for you Trowa is lying on his bed. His hand roams absently over his bare chest as he remembers the dream he just woke up from. He lets some of the dream replay in his head as he gets up to retrieve a journal from his desk. He opens the drawer and pulls out a tattered journal. From the same drawer, he pulls out a pen and a picture of Quatre that he had hung onto for a while. He gazes momentarily at the picture, with a content smile on his face, opens his journal to an empty page and pastes it on the page. On the opposite page, he begins to write down the dream, in detail, and his thoughts and feelings about it. After this entry, he begins to write down the lyrics from one of his favorite songs: �#1 Crush�.
I would wash away your pain with all my tears Quatre has stopped folding. He is sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He begins to remember a dream he had a few nights ago about Trowa. He flushed slightly as he remembered, with accuracy, all the details of it. Trowa touching him. Trowa kissing him. Trowa whispering the words he longed to hear. The two of them sharing their feelings through kisses and touches. Quatre snapped back into reality when he heard the shower running. He began to fold quickly.
See your face every place that I walk in [fade through ceiling] Trowa had made his bed and picked up his room slightly so as not to distress his �little one�. He left his journal on his bed so that Quatre could find it. He didn�t know what he would think of him, but if he didn�t tell Quatre some how, it was going to drive him mad. He let the water fall on him and soothe his aching muscles. [fade through floor] Quatre has sat down on the couch again, his head propped up on his small fists, staring at the laundry basket as if he expected it to say something. He sighs heavily, lifts it up, and starts up the stairs to bring the laundry into Trowa�s room.
I would burn for you Quatre listened to the shower run and absently began to fantasize about Trowa. How the water would run over his taught body. How the steam would caress him. Quatre blushed violently as he caught himself. He pulled himself away from the door and walked towards Trowa�s room. And tear it apart [flash to Trowa in the shower] [Trowa groans]
I would lie for you Quatre has finished putting away the laundry when he notices the journal on Trowa�s bed. He wanted to open it and read it. He wanted to see if Trowa thought about him at all. If so, what did he think of him? He tried to stay away, but his curiosity got the better of him and he turned to a marked page and began to read. He saw a picture of himself sleeping peacefully on one page and an entry on the other. He read the entry slowly:
Quatre continued to read. Then he saw the song lyrics on the next page. He put two and two together quite quickly. He wanted to find Trowa and ask him about what he had written, but was afraid that he would be angry that his privacy had been invaded. He decided to just leave it alone and go away from it for a while. He turned to meet an emerald gaze holding him to his spot. He began to cry. Trowa didn�t look angry, but he could never read his face. �Trowa! I�m sorry! I didn�t mean to read it! I�m so sorry!� Trowa slowly walked across the room and stood a foot away from Quatre. His slender fingers reached out to touch trembling lips. �I left it there for you. I wanted you to read it.� Quatre�s tears subsided softly as Trowa drew closer; only a breath away. �Do you feel the same?� he asked taking the book from his small hands. To answer, Quatre closed the gap between Trowa�s mouth and his. The book fell to the floor. You�re just like me The taller boy pulled his arms around the smaller, fondly embracing him. His dreams had finally come true.
Violate all the love that I�m missing Trowa slowly moved over Quatre�s prone and willing body. The blonde shivered helplessly, mesmerized by his emerald-eyed lover. The taller boy hovered over Quatre�s waiting mouth giving it teasing kisses. He delighted in feeling his body shiver under his own, how his love�s tongue cautiously explored his mouth, all of these feelings so new to him. *My desert angel, you�ll have so much more to tremble about when I get to you.*
You won�t believe in me His hands trailed slowly over the silky flesh. Quatre let a small breath escape his lips as his lover�s mouth explored his shoulders, his arms, his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples. Trowa stopped for a moment to listen to the effect of his teasing on Quatre�s heart. He was rewarded with a quickened pulse. �Trowa�� came the soft begging whimper. Trowa looked into his lover�s hooded aqua marine eyes and smiled. � In a moment, little one.� I would die for you Quatre writhed under his lover�s probing hands and mouth, feeling him travel lower, feeling him rub against his throbbing sex was enough to drive him over the edge alone. The young blond groaned helplessly as Trowa�s mouth found his erection and took it into his mouth, alternately sucking and licking it. Quatre�s back arched. �Trowa!� I would kill for you Half paying attention to his administrations on his lover�s lower half, Trowa trailed his fingers up to Quatre�s mouth. As he hoped the blonde took one in and bit and sucked on it almost the same way he did on him. A while after, He stopped short of his passion torn lover�s climax and slowly inserted one finger into his lower entrance. Quatre gasped and held onto the sides of the bed. �Trowa?!� �Hush little one, I won�t hurt you.� I would steal for you Trowa slowly added in the second finger and then the third, stretching Quatre slowly, as gently as possible. He was rewarded again by a low drawn out needy cry from his lover. He knew that Quatre was ready. Trowa withdrew his fingers carefully then got ready to enter Quatre. � Are you ready, my love?� he asked preparing himself with oils from the drawer next to his bed. �Yes� yes Trowa please�� Quatre groaned arching up to brush against his lover�s equally throbbing erection. I�d do time for you Trowa slowly slipped himself inside. Quatre�s inner passage tightened with the new feeling. Trowa completed his entry so achingly slow. * He has so much control! Trowa, my soldier, control me, enslave me!* I would wait for you Trowa began the slow ancient rhythm. Quatre twisted and groaned with every thrust, but it didn�t seem to be enough. He begged and cried for more. Trowa adjusted his position. Quatre bucked involuntarily as he felt Trowa touch a spot inside him. Trowa kept his position increasing his pace, continually hitting that spot. I�d make room for you Quatre cried out as every thrust brought him higher, drove him closer to the edge. Trowa reached down and began to pump his beloved Arab�s hard length in time with each thrust. I�d sail ships for you �OOOOHHHHHHH TROWAAHH!!!!� Quatre practically screamed as he came, spurting his seed all over his lover�s chest and stomach. To be close to you Trowa felt his inner walls tighten. He followed soon after in a flurry of soft moans and gasps. He collapsed on top of Quatre, still inside him. They didn�t move for what seemed like forever, sharing gasps and listening to each other�s heartbeat. After a while Trowa pulled himself out slowly and moved next to Quatre.
To be part of you He wrapped his sweaty arms around Quatre. He snuggled against Trowa�s neck, taking in the intoxicating smell of his skin. �Quatre, I love you� I believe in you Quatre pulled himself up and kissed Trowa deeply, running his fingers through the ash brown locks. He pulled away slowly and returned to the niche he made at Trowa�s side. �I love you too, Trowa.� I would die for you. |