Hiyee minna! I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, "Why the heck is she starting another fic now when she has three other series to finish". The answer to that is…….I don’t know *sweatdrop*. I thought it was high time I did a 03x04 fic. And this song’s been bugging me lately. I would just like to mention that this is my FIRST Quatre and Trowa romance so it probably sucks big time. I wanted to do a lemon buuuuuuuut….I have absolutely no idea about how guys…you know…do stuff. Soooooo, you’ll have to be content with an almost lemon, whadduya call it…a LIME. Now all you potential flamers listen up for a sec. I’m going to post the warning loud and clear so if I see a flame about the pairing or cause you don’t like guy+guy things then I’ll take it to mean that you don’t know how to read warnings. That being said, enjoy the fic. Or not. Whatever.

The song is Silence by Sarah McLachlan.

Lyrics are in these thingies— :: la, la, la, I’m a song lyric, la::

Thoughts are in italics

 

::Give me release

Witness me

I am outside

Give me peace::

‘Beautiful.’ That was the first word that came to Trowa’s mind as he gazed at the sleeping boy curled up on the small couch in the dark corner of the music room. The small Arab was smiling slightly in his sleep and the golden locks of his hair were tousled and clung to the sides of his child-like, innocent face. Trowa was willing to bet that the strands would feel just like silk through his fingers.

‘Baka’, Trowa admonished himself. ‘Don’t think about stuff like that. Quatre is your friend. A friend, that’s ALL.’

Still, he couldn’t help the way his breath quickened and how his eyes fell on the soft rise and fall of Quatre’s chest as he slept. Quatre had been missing for the better part of the day and Trowa was a little worried. He had looked all over the huge house for the blond pilot before deciding to check the music room.

‘I wonder why he’s in here?’

Trowa could see that Quatre’s violin was still in its case along with the other instruments. Trowa found himself remembering the day he had pulled a flute out of the case and played a duet along with Quatre. He remembered seeing Quatre’s eyes light up in delight and feeling a response to it. It was almost as if he needed Quatre’s happiness. Like all he existed for was that smile…it unsettled Trowa. He had never felt anything like that before and he was a little unsure. He tried to suppress the feelings, hoping that they would just go away. When they didn’t Trowa had decided to keep away from the blond pilot. He refrained from touching him, even casually on the shoulder. He avoided looking into those aqua colored eyes, afraid that he would drown in their fathomless depths. He sometimes wondered if Quatre had noticed his distance. He never said anything about it but on one too many occasions Trowa had caught a wounded look on Quatre’s face, and this made Trowa sad. He never wanted to hurt his angel but these emotions were too new and confusing, he couldn’t allow himself to act on them. Not now.

::Heaven holds a sense of wonder

And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up

When the rage in me subsides::

Quatre suddenly flinched in his sleep, letting out a low moan. Trowa came closer, kneeling down beside the couch. ‘What are you dreaming, little one? Is it too much to hope that you might be dreaming about me?’

Trowa reached out a hand to tenderly smooth back Quatre’s golden bangs. His knuckle brushed the skin of Quatre’s forehead in a gentle caress.

‘His skin…it’s so soft. Just like a baby’s.’ Trowa shook himself mentally. ‘Stop thinking like that. You can’t have him. It’s pointless to torture yourself like this.’

But Trowa’s body wasn’t listening and he found himself growing harder in his constricting pants. His hand seemed to move of it’s own violation, brushing over the contours of Quatre’s face, tracing the outline of his lips. Quatre moaned at the feathery touch and licked his lips, his small pink tongue trailing Trowa’s fingers.

::Passion chokes the flower

Until she cries no more::

Trowa almost lost it. The sight of Quatre’s moistened, slightly parted lips was driving him crazy. He shuddered and pulled his hand back hastily. It was too much, to have his angel so close, so unresisting…he had to stop now or he would lose all control. Quatre frowned at the loss of the touch and his eyes flickered open slowly, the long lashes brushing against the roundness of his cheek. Trowa stared into the blue green depths of his eyes and felt his throat constrict. He swallowed painfully. ‘So beautiful.’

::Possessing all the beauty

Hungry still for more::

Trowa felt a blush rise in his cheeks and he shifted uncomfortably on his knees. He could not tear his gaze away from Quatre’s perfect lips. He imagined their softness pressed against his own and let out a quiet cry of frustration. Quatre looked up at the flustered boy, puzzlement showing on his face.

"Trowa?"

::Heaven holds a sense of wonder

And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up

When the rage in me subsides::

Quatre’s voice was like a song, a haunting melody. Hearing his name on Quatre’s lips sent a maelstrom of emotion coursing through Trowa. It invoked a shiver of longing from his tortured body and he could no more hide the desire in his eyes then he could hide the growing bulge in his pants. Quatre was still looking up at him in confusion. He summoned all the courage he had and leaned towards Quatre, pressing his lips hesitantly against his mouth. He tasted sweet, like chocolate. He felt Quatre stiffen in surprise and sat back sharply.

"Trowa?"

"Q-Quatre…I…I…"

Trowa’s cheeks burned with shame and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see the hurt and betrayal he knew would be reflected in Quatre’s face. He waited for Quatre to hit him or scream at him…but there was nothing, nothing but a suffocating silence that seemed much worse. ‘Why doesn’t he say something? Is he that shocked?’

::In this white wave

I am sinking

In this silence

In this white wave...in this silence...I believe

I can't help this longing::

A gentle hand reached up to cup Trowa’s face. Trowa opened his eyes, startled at the soft touch. Quatre was staring at him, tears shining in his eyes. ‘Oh god, I’ve made him cry. Heaven help me, I didn’t mean to hurt him this much.’

"I’m really sorry Quatre. I didn’t mean to—"

"Ssh…"

Quatre pressed a finger to Trowa’s lips and smiled at him.

"How did you know?"

Quatre’s question startled Trowa. ‘How did I know what?’

"W-what do you—"

This time, Quatre silenced him with a searing kiss, covering Trowa’s mouth with his own in an eagerness that rocked Trowa to the core. He felt Quatre’s arms reach around him, his hands rubbing and massaging his back until all thought stopped and his mind dissolved into blissful wonder. Quatre bit down lightly on Trowa’s bottom lip, making him groan with pleasure. Quatre took advantage of the boy’s open mouth and slipped his tongue inside, stroking the sides of Trowa’s mouth in tantalizing exploration. Trowa responded ardently, caressing Quatre’s tongue with his own. After a few minutes both boys were gasping for breath. Quatre broke the kiss and rested his head on Trowa’s shoulder.

"Mmm…you taste good Trowa," Quatre murmured. "Like strawberries."

"Little one…" Trowa panted. "Why?"

::Comfort me

I can't hold it all in

If you won't let me::

"I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you," Quatre said. "But I was afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same about me, so I pretended like I only wanted to be friends. I always thought that you didn’t like me. You never seemed to let me into your world. But now I see…I see the real you."

"Oh…Quatre…"

Trowa couldn’t think. He was too stunned. ‘He wants me? My angel wanted to kiss me? What have I done to deserve such happiness?’

Quatre pulled back suddenly, looking deep into Trowa’s eyes. His voice was serious.

"Trowa, do you want me?"

Trowa licked his lips and nodded his head. Quatre smiled slightly and a mischievous glint came into his eyes. He bent down and pressed his lips to the base of Trowa’s throat, sucking and licking the soft skin there. Trowa gasped and threw his head back, reaching up to twine his fingers in Quatre’s silky hair.

"Say it," Quatre teased. "Say that you want me."

::Heaven holds a sense of wonder

And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up

When the rage in me subsides::

"I want you," Trowa groaned. "God, I want you."

Quatre smiled wider and he started to unbutton Trowa’s shirt, slowly, pressing small kisses on each section of golden skin he exposed. The shirt slipped to the ground and Quatre’s ran his hands lightly over Trowa’s chest. Trowa shivered at the touch and he fumbled with the buttons on Quatre’s shirt, cursing him clumsy fingers. Quatre helped him and soon they were both bare to the waist. Trowa reached out a hesitant hand and lightly stroked Quatre’s chest, marveling at the texture, the well-toned muscle beneath the velvety skin. Quatre gasped and arched towards Trowa’s hand, seeking more. Trowa obliged, pressing his lips where his hands had been, licking and circling one taut nipple with his mouth. Quatre moaned and tossed his head from side to side in ecstasy. One of his hands made it’s way down to cup Trowa’s aching sacs. Trowa stiffened and pulled away abruptly.

::In this white wave

I am sinking

In this silence

In this white wave...in this silence...I believe::

"What’s wrong Trowa?"

Trowa looked into his angel’s confused eyes and silently cursed his apprehension. ‘Don’t hurt him, don’t hurt him. God, help me I can’t do this! It’s too much, too fast. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never done anything like this before. How can I tell him?’

"Quatre, I…I can’t…"

Trowa fell silent and bowed his head, ashamed. A single, salty tear slipped down his cheek. Quatre captured the tear in his mouth and placed a hand under Trowa’s chin, bringing his face up to look into his eyes.

"It’s okay, Trowa. You don’t have to be afraid. You know you can tell me anything."

"It’s just that…I don’t think that I’m ready…for all of this."

More tears trailed down Trowa’s face and he hugged himself miserably. He waited for Quatre’s exclamation of disgust. Instead, Quatre smiled at him.

"That’s okay. You just tell me when you are ready."

Trowa blinked at him in surprise.

"You mean you aren’t mad?"

Quatre laughed softly and the sound echoed in Trowa’s ears like the cadence of a song.

"Of course not. I would never want to rush you into anything Trowa. I care about you too much to do that. Anytime you’re ready is fine with me. I’m not leaving."

Trowa smiled and gave Quatre a grateful hug. They sat there in the darkness; silent, embracing, taking comfort in each other’s warmth. Eventually Trowa pulled back and whispered in Quatre’s ear.

"I am ready for one thing."

Quatre smiled. "And what might tha—"

Trowa bent his head down and claimed Quatre’s lips with his own, stopping the blond’s words effectively. Nothing more was said for a good half-hour that night.

::I have seen you...in this white wave

You are silent

You are breathing...in this white wave

I am free::

Hmm….*sweatdrops* I think I was getting kinda mushy and OOC at the end. But I wanted Quatre to take the dominant role for once. I think it’s cute ^__^ Don’t forget to review and tell me what you think. Jaa!!

Cherry Blossom