What You Want:
Part One
By: Kitty E.
Heero wondered vaguely if Quatre was trying to be so distracting. He was being worse than Duo but in a completely different way. Rather than talking or making noise, the blonde "innocent" seemed deliberately sensual, using slow, purposeful movements just inside of his field of vision, stretching languidly, bending at the waist to retrieve something he had dropped, absently stroking things as if they were a lover. No matter how Heero tried he could not keep his eyes pinned to the screen, inevitably they were drawn back to Quatre's almost undulating form.
Finally, the blonde boy left his sight, moving behind him to turn on the TV. Heero nearly sighed in relief, noise he could block out. He got a few more lines written on the mission report, realizing he was beginning to miss Quatre's pleasant distraction from ugly matters. However, it wasn't long before Quatre disturbed him again. "Heero," he called. "Heero, you should come and see this. It's a story about the mission we carried out this morning."
"Why? I've seen enough of it already," Heero replied, refusing to turn his head.
"Please, Heero, I think it's something you want to see." It was a sincere enough request, and Heero had to wonder if he was being irrational to refuse it. Slowly, he stood and moved to the couch, Quatre was still standing, turning up the volume. When Heero sat down, Quatre followed suite, sitting unusually close to him. Heero nearly shivered as their knees began to rub together, he drug his eyes from the point of contact up to the TV screen.
A stately, blonde woman stood at a pile of rubble that had once been the Pleasant Valley Elementary School. Heero's brow furrowed when he remembered it was his Gundam that had crashed into the school, having been knocked out of balance by two direct hits. No one had told him it was a residential base where soldiers lived and worked with their family. Most of their children went outside the base for Middle School and above, but students under twelve went to the schooling the base provided. //Not just one little girl this time... hundreds... innocent children, kuso!//
"...Authorities are calling it a miracle that the elementary school one of the Gundams fell into was mostly empty," she stated, gesturing to the crushed building. "There was an almost school wide field trip to see a speech made by Relena Peacecraft. The only students not in attendance were the kindergarteners... who were safe from the destruction in their Portables.{1} A few staffers, janitors, and office personnel were injured but at our deadline there were no reported deaths."
Quatre clicked off the screen and watched as Heero buried his face in his hands, trying not to break into a sob of relief. He began to stroke Heero's back comfortingly. "It's all right now, Heero. There's no reason to guilt yourself anymore." Eventually, Quatre's hand began to make small circles at the small of Heero's back. For a moment he didn't register the effect Quatre's touch was having on him, but soon it became quite apparent how much it was exciting him.
Heero sat up a little, turning his face to look at Quatre, hoping for some sign that this was all in his head. He found the other boy so close the ends of their noses nearly touched, he tried to pull back, to put an acceptable space between them, but Quatre closed the gap too quickly. Before he knew what was happening Quatre's mouth was on his, tongue questing inwards, filling his senses with new feelings. He tried to fight but his body wouldn't let him, submitting himself to the kiss and to Quatre's hands.
He gripped the cushions tightly as Quatre pushed him back a little, kissing his neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh. Words finally came to him as the first button of his school uniform was undone. "Quatre... Quatre? What are you doing?"
A soft chuckle came from the vicinity of the second button on his shirt. "I think that's obvious," Quatre replied.
Heero opened his mouth to speak again, but could only manage a gasp as Quatre's tongue slid over his collarbone. After a moment, he tried again, "But why?"
Quatre undid another button, then spread open the shirt, exposing more of Heero's chest. With a half smile his thumbs moved in slow circles around the two hardening nipples he'd uncovered. "I think that's obvious, too. I want you."
Heero felt his growing erection twitch at the statement, but still he had to fight, not for himself but for those who would be hurt by this. "I've been wanted before, and-" he started, but was interrupted.
"Not like I want you... I want you *beneath* me, moaning... writhing, begging for more." Heero felt the hot breath expelled from Quatre's mouth as he spoke spread over his skin and set him on fire. He knew he didn't have long before all will to protest left him.
"And Trowa?" he demanded as Quatre undid yet another button, mouth and tongue slowly making their way down his torso.
"He's no problem," Quatre insisted. Another button, another patch of new exposed skin for Quatre to tease, and Heero's breathing was getting faster and faster the further he went down. Vaguely, he wondered if Quatre and Trowa were no longer together, but was quickly taken over by an unexpected spark of pleasure as Quatre's tongue dipped into his navel.
"Quatre," a soft call of attention that he was sure was not issued by his voice. He opened his eyes and saw Trowa at the doorway. //Oh shit...//
"Trowa!" Quatre's voice was surprised, but not panicked. Rather, Heero thought in amazement, it was joyful. "I've got a present for you, koi," he motioned for Trowa to come closer.
"If it's my present what are you doing unwrapping it?" he asked, not moving from the doorframe.
"Testing... tasting, rather. Only the best for my koibito," he stood, one hand still on Heero's chest, keeping him steady, he offered his other to Trowa. "Come here."
Slowly, Trowa made his way over, still standing rigid when Quatre slipped his free arm around his waist. They kissed softly for a moment, before Quatre lifted himself on his toes to whisper something into Trowa's ear that Heero couldn't hear.
"You're mine," Quatre breathed. "Even if I left him take you... you're still mine. I love *you,* it's you I need, but... I want him. And so do you. I *know* it, so let me give him to you." He moved back to kiss Trowa again, deeper this time, his fingers roaming over Heero's chest again. He pulled away, letting go of Trowa and removing his hand from Heero. He stepped back, urging Trowa with only a glance to do what Quatre knew he wanted.
Trowa's hesitation lasted only a moment; a long gaze Heero's partially unclothed form, still lying prone on the couch was all further encouragement he needed. Carefully, Trowa placed himself in his lap, settling close enough to have his lips hover just over Heero's. After a moment of confusion and frustration, Heero claimed a kiss and at last understood. Trowa's kisses were different than Quatre's, as if Trowa was begging to be touched by him, rather than demanding it to be the other way around. Heero couldn't help but oblige, his two strong arms coming around Trowa to force the kiss to deepen.
Quatre watched for a moment, marveling at the incredible eroticism of watching his lover be kissed by someone rather than to feel it. He left them momentarily to attend to things that had to be taken care of. He took the phones off the receivers, turned off the glaring overhead light in exchange for the soft illumination of a small desk lamp, and cleared the bed. He kicked off his shoes, and rid himself of his school blazer. Running his hands through his hair, he huffed slightly and let his anxiety show for the first time since he'd started this. Tonight had to go perfectly if he was to keep his relationship Trowa healthy, and forge a new one between them and Heero.
Regaining his composure, he stepped out of the room and watched them a moment longer. Listening to Trowa making little gasps as Heero's hands groped and fondled beneath his turtleneck, he found couldn't hide the effect those familiar noises had on him. He knew sounded a little breathless as he called, "Come on, lovers..." He smirked, "Unless you're happier without me."
Heero broke the kiss abruptly, as much he was relishing the free range Trowa was giving him, he remembered Quatre's previous words. Slowly, he and Trowa disengaged, and headed for the bedroom. Quatre caught Trowa's hand and he walked past. "You understand now?" he asked. Trowa nodded shallowly, sighing softly as Quatre reached up for another kiss.
Heero watched them, and heard the whispered "Thank you," against Quatre's lips. He didn't understand what was being said between them, but it wasn't enough to make him regret agreeing to this.
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{1} We have those in Texas. When a school gets to big, they add classrooms that aren't part of the main building called Portables. They're like mini-mobile homes that hold two classes of about 20 kids.
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Part Two