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For an eighteen year old, Quatre was very well off. Born to a rich family as it was, he now ran the satellites, his father having died three years before, leaving the estate to his only heir, his fifteen year old son. Not that Quatre didn�t mind the media�s attention and being in the papers all the time, but he didn�t. He preferred to stay home, in his home land of Arabia and watch the clouds pass by. He may have had a grim past, thus far, at such a young age, with a war he fought two years in his past, but he still managed to have a good nature and a smile on his lips. His fears of the war and the things he did, the people he killed, buried deep in his heart. Life would go on. He knew that and had been told that many times before, as he had told the others. But for a young man who never liked the thought of war or being forced to kill like he had been, he couldn�t live with him self. Not all of it was his fault, he knew this as well, but he blamed a lot of his actions on reckless behavior. On the fact that he had been doing things his way, for in the wars, he answered to no one, and was considered one of the most dangerous people to walk the Earth at that time. Now every one looked up to him in some sort of way. He was the top man in a very complicated system that had taken him three years to learn and still he didn�t know all of it. But work was a thing of the past as of now, he was home. In Arabia, in the quiet solitude of the endless desert, was where he was the most content.
With a sigh of relief to finally be off the cameras, Quatre closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him. The desert wind, the birds at the small lake near by, the grass blowing in the breeze. It was perfect�almost. One last thing was missing. But Quatre knew even that would end soon. That last longing he needed. Opening his eyes, he leaned his palms against the top of the marble deck railing and looked out to the lake. A small part of the flock took to the air and settled on the water again a minute later. A faint wind pulled at his short, layered blonde hair, pulling his bangs from his deep sky blue eyes. Blinking with his short dark lashes, he turned back to the house and bedroom he left just moments before.
A growth spurt had left him standing at five foot eight with his thin, but muscled form, each curve of toned flesh leaving all the women at work breathless to his passing by. Not that he did it to tease the girls at his inherited work, but that was the way he was born. All he did was try to carry on with life. But still, the girls stared and watched him with intent pleading eyes that they would be the one he would bring home to the mansion�and they all knew the truth to their fantasies too. That it would never happen. Never would one of them see the inside of the walls to which he called home. And with a tension that had never left since the beginning of the war, Quatre stood to his full height, drawing a deep breath through his nostrils, looking longingly to the sky outside.
With his foot, he took off the light brown dress shoes that he wore all the time at work. He could still hear the clicks they made on the tiles of the floors. Then the other shoe, to which he kicked off to the side, against the wall. Then he bent slightly, bringing one leg to rest against the other as he took his sock off, letting his feet sink into the plush carpet of a dull gray. Switching feet, he dropped the socks where he stood and turned towards the desk across the room. With elegant, graceful strides, Quatre stood in front of the desk, looking down to the paper and pens that lay on its polished maple surface. He picked up the top sheet, with its perfect formed cursive writing, so neat it was almost hard to believe it was drawn by Human hands. And ironically enough, the people who were feared the most were the ones who brought peace. There were only a few of us with such great power and all we were doing was looking for a battle suitable for our own death. Only one of us was able to actually pull off the burning desire which we all felt, but it wasn�t his time and he lives today. He read the first few lines and sighed at the reality of the written words on the paper. He knew the exact time in which the words spoke. He, too, at that point was looking for his suicide battle, but it came and passed, with him still wondering how he survived, along with the others. It was the same for all of them. They were strong, they still were. The five of them, the only ones with the great power, not fully known to man and they were the only ones who could pilot such machines and live to tell the stories. Stories of horror, destruction that no fifteen year old should see. No grown man for that matter, but still, the five managed to swallow all emotions and continued to fight. They fought causing harm to others, people they didn�t even know, people they did know�harm to eachother. Quatre set the paper down as he felt his eyes swell with the unshed tears. The unshed tears of three years. War, stress, destruction, misery, sadness and happiness, all rolled together, but still Quatre didn�t cry. Once again, he swallowed it. Painfully and with much hassle, but he did and his breath caught in his chest once again, like it had before.
Only this time, when it returned, he was crying. Silently, the tears running silent courses down his cheeks, dropping onto the papers on the table. �Aw, no,� he spoke out loud to the air in the room and wiped the water from the paper before it sunk in. Then, with his shirt sleeve, he wiped his face and took a single step back away from the desk. Hands clenched loosely at his sides, Quatre tried and finally did control the tears he wanted so badly to shed. �it�s a sign of weakness. The words echoed through his head. To cry is to be weak. That�s the last thing we are! With a slight laugh, mixed on his short breath, he smiled at those words. One of his fellow comrades said that a long time ago, in the end of the first war. The five of them had been sitting around, waiting for something to happen, when he had broken out in tears. The young warrior stood up, from leaning against the wall and looked down at Quatre, who was sitting in a chair.
�Get a grip, man! What are you; a woman? Crying, it�s a sign of weakness. To cry is to be weak. That�s the last thing we are! Snap outta it Quatre! Do you see the rest of us crying? We all feel the same pain! We are all the same. If one of us sheds tears, what will they think of all of us? That we are easily defeated! Are we?�
�No,� once again Quatre spoke out loud, only in a whisper, barely audible to his own ears, but not quite a thought either. His fists now clenched tight, he took a deep breath and held it. Letting it out, he knew the words that were coming back to haunt him were true. The wars were a thing of his past, he needed to try not to remember them as what he did wrong, but as to what he did for the cause of peace. �Peace. That thing we all live with now.�
�Right.� The new voice caused Quatre to turn. No one else was in the room with him. He was all by himself. With a sigh, he shook his head and walked back to the bed. He bent to pick up his socks, and with a sweep of his hand tossed them to the laundry basket at the end of the bed in the same motion. Standing straight again, he felt a body against his. Every curve matched perfectly to Quatre and he felt hands run around his sides to his waist, gripping his belt. Quatre closed his eyes and leaned back into the other. This was what was missing. Now everything was perfect for the Arabian. �How long have you been back?�
Quatre listened to the voice. That gentle, caring voice that was once the same one used in war to cause bloodshed. Now it stayed quiet, docile, and barely ever heard. �Not long. I missed you.�
�Me too.� Quatre felt the whisper of a kiss against his neck. The other drew a deep breath and blew gently into Quatre's hair as they spoke. �Anything exciting happen on the satellites?�
�Just the normal.� Quatre didn�t move, he just stood there. It felt so good to be home, the arms of his lover wrapped loosely around him. �The girls are still staring.�
�I�ll have to do something about that, won�t I?� a small, evil sounding laugh followed. �Do they know?�
�Yeah, but you know women. They can�t help it. I�m so darned cute.� Quatre squinted and shook his head. Once again the other laughed.
�That you are.� A second kiss, stronger this time, Quatre felt it on his neck. He unconsciously tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes, exposing the bare flesh better. He felt a hand slide back to his hip and into his pocket.
�Stay outta there.� Quatre's voice was barely above a whisper.
�Why?� the sound was hot and cruel in his ear. Teasing, as the other pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. �Five bucks. I could use that.�
�Come on.� Quatre turned around to face the other and was greeted with a kiss. Just a simple one, like you see in the movies. A �Honey, I�m home. How was your day?� kiss. Nothing too special, except that it was teasing. �I need that.�
�Like hell you do!� was the quiet response from the one he now faced. �Like you need a hole in the head.� That same laugh. Tempting and craving for something, but at the same time a warning to stay away. The dark green eyes, that matched a single blade of darkened grass, flickered and stared from under a mass of unruly brown bangs that fell over the right eye. He was taller. Just by a few inches, standing at five foot ten, but Quatre didn�t care. He had always been taller then the Arabian and that was the way he liked it. Quatre earned his nickname from being the shorter of the two men. �What�s wrong Little One?�
�Nothing.� Quatre shook his head in his quiet voice. �Just watching, Trowa.�
�Oh.� Trowa nodded slightly. �Me too.�
�Come on, you�re not. If you were, I�d still have my five bucks.� Quatre reached for it, but Trowa pulled it from reach, holding it in his long, bony fingers.
�Ah, ah, ah,� Trowa shook his head. �Do you really think I�m just going to hand you this? Think again.� He tapped the fingers of his other hand against the small of Quatre's back. With a frown, Quatre grabbed Trowa's jeans by the pockets and reached for a kiss, pulling Trowa closer by his pants. Trowa turned his head away with a small laugh.
�Trowa!� Quatre let go and crossed his arms.
�What?� Trowa held his hands up in question. �Okay, I�m sorry.� He brought his hand down in front of Quatre's face, still holding the folded bill between his thin, graceful index and middle fingers. With a swipe of his hand, Quatre grabbed Trowa's hand in his own and with his other, pulled the bill from the taller�s grasp. Silently, Trowa raised his eyebrow and slipped his fingers into Quatre's belt pulling him closer, their stomachs now touching. His hand still trapped in Quatre's, he leaned down for an actual kiss. Quatre hesitated for only a second, eyes darting, his mouth slightly cracked, running his tongue against the backside of his teeth of his lower jaw, before he leaned forward against Trowa's lips. Their clasped hands dropped to their side and Quatre brought his free hand up to rest on Trowa's chest, the bill falling from his fingers and falling to the plush floor. Trowa's fingers worked freely in Quatre's grip and soon he had managed to twine his fingers in Quatre's. The blonde�s lips were dry and soft at the same time, slightly cracked from the traveling he had done. His taste was sweet, strong and tempting. Trowa thought what both wanted. One simple word: more. Slowly, he slid his hand up Quatre's back, to the base of his neck. His fingers played skillfully with his hair, the palm of his hand pressed to the base of his skull. Testing his luck, which was usually fairly good, especially when it came to Quatre, he licked at the blonde�s lips, catching the faint hint of coffee that lingered there. Black with a hint of sugar. The way he always drank it.
�Ah, no,� Quatre pulled back and locked eyes with Trowa. His deep and pleading; Quatre's flashing and teasing. Pressing his index and middle fingers to Trowa's lips to keep him quiet, he tilted his head forward kissing the taller teen�s forehead. �You�re not gonna get what you want so easily. Not this time Trowa.�
With a faint smile, that, with practice, only Quatre could identify, Trowa kissed his fingers, feeling the callous marks from long days at the office. He knew his hands had lost that ruffness long ago and never wished it back. With his hand, he pushed forward, so the two�s noses were touching and carefully choosing his words, he spoke from behind the shorter man�s fingers. �Little One,� Trowa saw Quatre's eyes flash. He knew just how much Quatre loved that little nick name even though time after time he said he didn�t. �Is that really too much to ask? If you�re not up to it, I understand.� He broke all contact and took a step back.
Quatre growled and crossed his arms again. �I hate it when you try to bribe me.� Not saying a word and also crossing his long, muscled arms, Trowa raised the visible eyebrow to his perfect, high-cheek boned face. �Ohh,� Quatre shook his head and clamped his eyes shut. �Don�t look at me like that Trowa.� With no sudden warning of any sort of movement, Trowa stepped gracefully, on his long thin legs, he grabbed Quatre by his upper arms, causing Quatre to gasp. At the same moment as the smaller Arabian opened his mouth to take a gulp of air, Trowa met his lips, taking advantage of that gasp factor he had always managed to create and pull off against the blonde. Digging his thumbs into the toned muscle of Quatre's upper arms, Trowa forced his tongue into his �Little One�s� mouth. That sweet taste of coffee flooded his senses as he explored all he could of Quatre's mouth. Out of surprise, Quatre leaned back a little, Trowa still with him. He grabbed at Trowa's waist, gripping his jeans and holding as he fought back the assault Trowa currently had on him. After a minute, Trowa gave and Quatre, taking an added note that Trowa backed down, took a full force exploration at the depth of Trowa's mouth. His taste was salty and tasted greatly of spearmint. Quatre knew the taste was from gum. The brown haired youth had picked up the habit of chewing gum after the wars were over. Exploring every possible crevice he could find, he thought he was in control, till, with a devious laugh, Trowa found his way back to Quatre's mouth, forcing Quatre back to his own territory and returning to his submissive manner. Once again Quatre leaned back, but it was too far and he fell back against the bed, the middle of his back hitting the edge. With a surprised expression, Trowa, too, fell, but forward onto Quatre, who�s expression changed quickly to pain as he slid down the side of the bed to the floor. Trowa sat back on his knees, taking a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
�You okay?�
Quatre nodded. �I�ll live.� He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck with a deep kiss. Trowa was knocked off balance and grunted as he fell back onto the gray carpet with a thump, Quatre lying over him.
�Hey,� he reached out and managed to grasp the five dollar bill. �Look.� Quatre�s arm shot out and grabbed Trowa by the wrist, causing him to fully open his hand and drop the bill. Trowa's fingers stretched out towards the table as Quatre's hand gripped hard on the taller man�s wrist. Trowa's other hand was pinned to his side by Quatre's knee, Quatre leaning forward on his elbow, close to Trowa's face. He never said a word, just let his eyes wander about the face of the man under him, his eyebrows lowered into a devious, playful expression. Trowa watched his eyes as he slowly worked his hand free. Quatre was sitting on his lower stomach, bent over him, his grip flexing slightly on his wrist. Just as Quatre leaned down for a kiss, Trowa got his hand free and snapped it up to grasp Quatre's groin. Quatre snapped back a little from the harsh pain and new advantage Trowa had, and Trowa managed to roll over, pinning Quatre under him. With fast reflexes, he grabbed both of Quatre's wrists and pinned his arms to the floor. Trowa's knees ran along the blonde�s sides and Trowa leaned forward onto Quatre's wrists. His face close, but still far enough away to tease him. �Looks like I�m in control again.� He leaned forward for a kiss, but with a small laugh, Quatre turned his head to the side. Trowa smiled. Quatre flicked his eyes up to Trowa, never moving his head as once again Trowa leaned forward. Both knew that Quatre could get out from under Trowa if he wanted. Their strength was equaled, it was the question of did Quatre want to? At the feel of Trowa's breath on his neck, Quatre opened his mouth in a silent gasp, closing his eyes and tilting his head back further still. Trowa, ignoring all signs from Quatre, kept up his violation of the blonde�s neck. Tender kisses down his neck to the shirt collar that acted like a barrier to the taller of the two young men.
�Now what are you gonna do? Hmm?� Quatre raised his eyebrow as Trowa sat back a little. Trowa's eyes flicked to meet Quatre's as the blonde smiled deviously back at him. Quatre's fingers licked caressingly at Trowa's forearms. Trowa snapped his attention to that only for a second, before he leaned forward. His voice calm and quiet, his breath hot and tempting, whispering in Quatre's ear.
�I�ll take care of it.�
Quatre laughed. �Yeah right. Not with out letting me up.� Quatre pushed forward with his right hand to get loose, the muscles of his arms working, visible through his shirt, but failed to get loose. Trowa laughed, his face still close. Quatre kissed his cheek as he pulled back slightly. Trowa kissed teasingly at the corner of Quatre's mouth, leaving Quatre confused as he leaned down to kiss at his neck again. Once again the shirt got in the way, but this time Trowa, with seemingly much practice, that both teens knew he had, he undid the top button with his teeth and tongue, exposing a small new area of tanned flesh to tease. Quatre twisted a little as Trowa did so, causing him to stop and look up to Quatre. Quatre stopped moving and looked at Trowa, breathing a single word. �Jerk.�
Trowa raised an eyebrow, with a slight laugh and went back to what he was doing. Quatre growled as Trowa managed to undo the second button and got his hand free. Trowa let his hand stay where it was only for a second before he leaned down on his elbow, running it through the blonde�s hair. Quatre got his other hand free and slid them over Trowa's shoulders, across his back, to his waist, pulling his dark slate colored long sleeved T-shirt from his pants. Trowa kissed Quatre's lips again, his other hand at the blonde�s chin. Quatre's shirt three buttons open now, Trowa slid his hand down Quatre's neck and chest to the next button and undid it with his fingers as Quatre pulled Trowa's shirt free from his pants. Running his hands up Trowa's smooth bare flesh, Quatre started to pull the shirt from Trowa's chest. Trowa sat back on his knees and took his shirt off, leaning forward again to kiss Quatre�s lips, as the blonde�s fingers roamed wildly over Trowa's bare back. He could feel the heat of Trowa's flesh against the cool room air as Trowa slid his hand over Quatre's shoulder, exposing the small round scar that a bullet had caused four years before. Quatre sighed and brought his knee up, bent towards the ceiling, as Trowa kissed his collar bone, working his way down the middle of the smaller man�s chest the last button stopping him. Giving up, Trowa undid the rest of the buttons with his fingers, fully exposing Quatre's chest and his other scar. One down on his lower abdomen from a dull pointed fencing sword. Trowa stopped for a short second to let his eyes roam across Quatre's chest before Quatre pulled him down by his neck for a kiss. Bare flesh met warm flesh as their chests touched, Trowa trying not to fully drop all his weight onto the smaller form under him. Quatre's mouth met his in a very strong lust filled kiss. With a grunt Trowa sat back on his knees, once again sitting on Quatre's lower stomach. He looked at the blonde�s face, who was now slightly confused and smiled. An actual smile that was obvious to anyone who saw it. �Trowa?� Quatre questioned quietly and rested his hand on Trowa's knee. �What is it?�
�Nothing.� Trowa shook his head as Quatre sat up, Trowa now sitting in his lap. He reached his hand up and brushed his fingers against the taller man�s cheek. With no warning, Trowa opened his mouth to speak. �Nohiboka Quatre.�
Quatre blinked in disbelievement. �I love you too Trowa. When did you learn Arabic Trowa?�
�I�ve known it for a while.� He smiled again and kissed Quatre's forehead. �I�ve just never told you. I figured it might as well be in your tongue.�
�Trowa,� Quatre smiled and hugged the other man. Trowa dropped his head onto Quatre�s shoulder and closed his eyes as Quatre kissed his neck. Leaning forward, the two once again, fell to the carpet, this time Trowa's eyes snapped open at the carpet against his bare back, but soon the taller man seemed to forget it as Quatre took charge of the situation. Quatre pulled his left knee up between Trowa's legs, his right leg outstretched, twined with Trowa's. He leaned on his fore arms, his hands loosely clenched as he kissed at Trowa's collarbone and worked his way down to the middle of the brown haired youth�s chest. At this point Trowa groaned slightly out of pleasure, tilting his head back against the carpet, bringing his shoulders up off the floor so his bare chest was closer to Quatre. Feeling, more then seeing this, Quatre kissed lightly at the middle of Trowa's chest once more before he moved onto the other man�s right nipple. A darker tan then the rest of his perfectly formed body, Quatre first teasingly kissed at it before he fully carried out his devious plan on the nub. Sucking, nipping and kissing, Quatre's listened quietly, molesting the hardened flesh, content with his work as the man under him; Trowa's groans grew more passionate with every motion Quatre created and threw out there. Quatre knowingly licked and bit down a little harder causing Trowa to arc even further, a gasp escaping his mouth as the thunder cracked outside. Settling back to the carpet, Trowa took Quatre's cheeks in his hands and pulled him up for a kiss. Quatre followed willingly and kissed back gratefully as Trowa ran his hands over Quatre's shoulders pulling the shirt away fully. Then he slid his hands around to Quatre's waist and with delicate fingers undid the blonde�s belt, pulling it free of his pants. Dropping that, Trowa once again rolled over, so Quatre lay beneath him as he slid his hands down Quatre's chest and stomach to the smaller man�s pants. Trying to take Quatre's attention off his working hands, Trowa leaned forward and bit gently at Quatre's naval, working his way upward, with gentle kisses and nibbling, all the way to Quatre's collar bone, passing teasingly over one nipple. His gentle touches hardening it immediately. Once Quatre realized what Trowa was doing to him, Trowa's hands were already working down his thighs, taking the khaki colored jeans with him, exposing his boxers and stiffening member. Seeing this, Trowa teasingly kissed at the area and pulled Quatre's jeans off, sitting back on his knees to undo his own. Sitting up, once again, Quatre pushed Trowa to the floor as the blonde proceeded to have his fair share of fun as well. Trowa's jeans were a tighter fit to his figure then Quatre's were and harder to get off, making the agonizing confidement of Trowa's pulsing groin even worse. And Quatre took his time, knowing Trowa's impatience grew with every caressing touch he taunted him with. With the jeans off his long legs, Quatre skillfully, with well practiced talented hands, danced his fingers up Trowa's leg, under the boxers, to his inner thigh. The touch of the callused hands was surprisingly soft and Trowa grabbed handfuls of carpet arcing up again with a silent gasp as Quatre teasingly harassed with his fingers. Trowa sat up, unable to control himself any longer, and grabbed a handful of blonde hair turning Quatre's face to his with another long deep lust hungry kiss as lightning flashed outside and the lights died. It didn�t seem to have any affect on the two young men as Quatre pulled his hand free and slid Trowa's boxers off, his hands sliding over Trowa's butt in the process. Being midday, the two could still see eachother, shadows casted awkwardly all over them. Trowa lied back against the floor, bringing Quatre with him. Chests and stomachs, now sweaty touched, along with Trowa's free erection as he, with a very distracting kiss, stripped the other of his last article of clothing. The two ground together and Quatre groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arced from Trowa, forcing his hips down against Trowa's.
With light fingers, Trowa reached down and caressed Quatre's erection as Quatre reached forward, grasping a handful of Trowa's hair with a kiss. He whispered something Trowa didn�t catch and slid back away from Trowa. The brown haired teen was about to look up, wondering where Quatre had gone when a new wave of excitement washed over him in a pleasant gasp. �My god!� Trowa fell back to the floor again and felt the warmth of Quatre's mouth embrace his member. The thunder cracked again and the wind threw the doors open, a cold wind whipping through the room and over the two boys. With a slight shiver, Quatre stood up in one graceful movement and walked to the door, closing and latching it. He knew he should have done it earlier, but didn�t think the storm would hit that fast or hard. In the darkened room, he turned back to Trowa to see him standing a few inches away. His hair was slightly matted to his face, making his eyes seem even more demanding and his face seemed to have an evil tone to it from the shadows. For a second, all shadows disappeared as the lightning severed the dark clouds outside. When they reestablished the shadows, Trowa held Quatre in his arms, bodies hot, close and touching. Gripping Quatre's forearms again, he kissed the smaller of the two men. Quatre rested his hands on Trowa's hips, closing his eyes as the two�s lips met the other. Trowa playing his games of who should be in charge, sank slowly to his knees, the entire time pressing kisses against Quatre's skin. Letting his hands slide carelessly over Trowa's body as he fell away, Quatre stood there, in the middle of the darkened, shadow, filled room, Trowa doing what he will to his body. Trowa, his hands flowing over Quatre's lower back and down his legs, kissed at his naval one last time before he took Quatre's throbbing member into his mouth. Quatre clamped his eyes shut and grasped at Trowa's shoulders. His hands wandered back up to the middle of Quatre's back as he concentrated on every move he made. Every swirl of the tongue, bob of the head; he pulled back to the head, sucking steadily as he curled another circle around the end of the shaft. He could feel Quatre struggling to stay on his feet as he slid his hand down Quatre's side again, fondling his balls. Swallowing hard, Quatre opened his eyes and seized a handful of Trowa's brown hair, forcing the nodding to continue. As the sound of Quatre's breathing getting shallow and shorter, Trowa yanked his head back and stood up, causing Quatre to loose all expression in his flushed face. A crooked smile with a jerk of the eyebrows and Trowa was back in action. Quatre stood still for a second watching what Trowa was doing, feeling light headed, before he was pushed back and fell onto the bed, Trowa over him. Quatre reached up with his hand, resting it on Trowa�s cheek, silently, letting his eyes do all the talking. Soft and gentle, his eyes had never truly shown anger. Trowa, his entire expression softer then usual, darted his eyes about the blonde�s face in the moment of stillness. Avoiding his eyes, Trowa leaned forward for a kiss. Quatre picked his head up off the bed to meet him, but stopped when he realized that Trowa held the slightest hint of hesitation. He had always been the one to act without thought when it came to encounters such as this.
�Trowa?� his voice was quiet. Trowa finally met his eyes and Quatre could tell something was wrong. He wasn�t sure what, but he knew just the same. Over the years the two had come to read the other fairly well. With a shake of his head, Trowa reached out to Quatre, capturing the Arabian�s lips and his own mouth with another long, deep desire filled buss. With upon excepting the kiss, Quatre wrapped an arm around Trowa's neck, the other hand pressed to the back of his head, driving him closer. Trowa let Quatre pull him down and fell flush with the blonde�s chest. His supporting arm, shaking violently, gave out on him, as he came down upon the other man. Quatre drew away a little and locked eyes with Trowa. �Answer me. What�s wrong?�
�Why would anything be wrong?� Trowa tried to sit back, but Quatre wouldn�t let him move. Trowa gave in, resting, where he was, Quatre's warm, yet sweaty flesh against his own. �I�m fine.�
�You won�t look me in the eye, Trowa.� Quatre said quietly, but stern at the same time, as he stroked Trowa's hair, now wet from the whole engagement.
Things seemed to stand still for a moment as Trowa looked off to the wrinkles of the bed the two had created, his head resting on Quatre's chest, the rhythm of his heart at a steady, but faster beat. He jerked back to Quatre with a kiss, making sure all of Quatre's attention went into it as he slid his hand down Quatre's stomach, his palm slightly sweaty, and grappled with Quatre. The blonde�s eyes snapped open as he came into Trowa's hand. He felt himself go limp all over as Trowa slid his hand back and inserted a finger into his entrance. The blonde bucked against it for a second, caught off guard more then anything, before he settled back, his hips and lower back arced off the bed for Quatre knew that in questioning Trowa, it only made him work faster then usual, trying to prove in some way that nothing was wrong. Once again, the lightning cracked, and Quatre thought he saw Trowa smile as the shadows danced over the two, but he couldn�t be sure. His head and senses swam as Trowa inserted a second, then third finger, hitting the sweet spot, causing Quatre to run hard again. Then, just as soon as Trowa had started, he pulled his fingers from the blonde as the rain beat against the windows and door of the room, streaked shadows fell everywhere. Quatre tried to sit up, but Trowa pushed him down, by his shoulders, as the taller man pulled a bottle of oil from someplace, almost as if, by magick, or not, Quatre wasn�t sure about that either.
Eyes closed, he leaned his head back and swallowed hard, opening them again as Trowa kissed him. Trowa�s hand against his cheek was slippery from the oil and smelled of some fragrance that Quatre couldn�t identify. Sweet and strong, the odor hung around after Trowa fell away from the blonde�s lips. �Trowa,� Quatre's voice was quiet, almost as if he had never spoken before out loud, but Trowa ignored him, continuing what he was doing.
The lightning cracked as Quatre bucked with a gasp, his whole body arcing from the bed. He drew a deep, sharp breath as Trowa brought Quatre's legs up over his shoulders, driving into him. Quatre finally settled back down against Trowa's knees as best he could with the other man slamming into him over and over. He�d pull out almost all the way and crash back in, hitting the sweet spot every time he drove back into the blonde. Quatre was tight, but excepting, Trowa being the only one he had ever fucked before and those green colored eyes rolled back in Trowa's head as his breathing began to shorten, the friction growing greater with every thrust he made against the blonde. Quatre, too, began to breath harder, knowing climax was right around the corner again, as Trowa picked up the pace, pulling Quatre towards him, driving faster and harder, in one continuous rocking motion. Trowa reached down with one hand to molest Quatre's rock hard member, as he kissed and nipped at his inner thigh, causing the blonde to sigh heavily, wishing for a denied release. He forced himself to sit up, his chest pressed against Trowa's and spoke in his ear. �Trowa,� his voice was hot and sadistic as the other man slowed to listen. �Don�t stop. I want you in me, like you are. Please�� he trailed off as he slid his hands down Trowa's sides to his butt, grasping a hold of the fleshy areas. Trowa stood on his knees a little as he tried to get from Quatre's assault, and turned his attention back to fucking the blonde. Once, twice, three more of Trowa's rotations and Quatre couldn�t control anything any more. He peaked, with a silent yell, coming all over Trowa's chest, falling limp, first against Trowa, then back, content and tired against the bed. Trowa was soon to follow, releasing into the blonde, his eyes growing wide only for an instant, before he pulled out and fell forward on to Quatre, both trying to catch their breaths. Slowly, Trowa slid to the bed next to Quatre and closed his eyes, forcing himself to begin breathing through his nose. Once again the thunder cracked as Quatre rolled over, dropping his head against Trowa's chest, his breath beginning to come back. �Hey, Trowa,�
�What?� he wrapped his arm around Quatre's bare shoulder as the blonde snuggled in closer. �Don�t go to sleep on me Quatre, it�s just the middle of the day.� Trowa felt Quatre nod against his chest. �What do you want?�
�Nothing,� Quatre yawned and closed his eyes, Trowa's arm safely around him. Nothing could hurt him when he was in Trowa's arms. He swallowed once and nestled into the crook Trowa's arm and shoulder made, his head against Trowa's neck. �What gave you that idea?�
�I don�t know,� Trowa shrugged as best he could and he, too, yawned as he spoke. �Just the way you said my name I guess.� He leaned his head to the side and kissed the top of Quatre's head.
�Don�t go to sleep on me.� Quatre sat up. He kissed Trowa's fore head and got up, grabbing his pants as he walked towards the bathroom. �I�m gonna take a shower. Besides, Duo with be here in about three hours with Hirde.�
�Why?� Trowa rolled over onto his stomach, pulling his pillow over his head. Quatre questioned Trowa with his eyebrows as the man rolled over again, not caring that he was naked.
�Because I saw him on the Colony and I invited them down. I can do that ya know.� He pulled on his pants, but double backed and turned back towards the bedroom door.
�Where are you going?� Trowa looked at Quatre from under the pillow and pointed to the other side of the room. �The bathroom�s over there.�
�I know,� Quatre opened the bedroom door. �But I want to tell the house crew that Duo's going to be here. You know him, he�ll be here early.�
Trowa sat up and threw the pillow at the end of the bed. �Ah, damn it all to hell! Well, why you roam about the house, I�m gonna take a shower.� He got up and walked towards the bathroom, grabbing his clothes as he walked by them. Quatre watched him, before he shook his head.
�I�m only gonna be gone for a few minutes.�
Trowa stopped in the door way. �I know, and I�m only gonna need those few minutes to take a shower.� He closed the door as he finished his sentence.
Quatre shook his head as he stepped into the hall. �What ever.�