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"The Other Side of the Horizon " Written By: Stone Angel
Disclaimer: Oh, please. Do you honestly think
I'm making money offthis? If I was, I'd be writing a whole lot more
and it wouldn't takegetting drunk to do it. I don't own the characters
or the show, if Idid, it would be SOOO different. Screw the war, let's
see how we canget Heero and Duo in a locked room after taking away
their clothes.(wolfish grin) I just like to make the creators cry
with the way Iwrite their characters. ^____^ Mission accomplished.
hehehe Rating: NC-17 for GRAPHIC lemon. Warnings: Hmmm... Well, actually not much. Nothing
bad, anyway. I mean, as far as things go, this fic is really fluffy
and light. There's Lemon(the most detailed stuff I've written yet)
and a little blood but not really enough to count. Oh, some angst
but not enough to make it too sad. Generally, this fic is pretty easy
to swallow. Pairings: Quatre and Trowa. (My first 3X4 fic! Yay!) Spoilers: None really. AU and all.
"Other Side of the Horizon" Chapter 14
"I'm here." He looked to his side to see Trowa, still half-naked, sitting on the floor. He was by the rack with all the paintings, one hand gently resting on the top of one of them as he looked to him. Quatre relaxed a little and smiled to him. "Bonne soir." He rubbed at his hair, feeling that it was standing up in one spot and taming it back down again. "Have you been up long?" "No. You were mumbling again a few minutes ago and then I saw these so I decided to take a look. You don't mind, do you?" Quatre shook his head. "Of course not." He crawled off the bed to where Trowa was sitting and sat cross-legged by the rack. Trowa pulled one out of its place and studied it. "These are amazing. How long have you been painting?" "Ooh. That's a loaded question." Quatre winced. "I'm not sure exactly right now. My arithmetic is bad when I just wake up. To answer that question, I'd have to answer others. I'll just say a LONG time." Trowa didn't further push the question, knowing he would get his answers soon enough no doubt, and slid another up out of its place carefully so as not to touch the drying oil. "I recognize the style. You painted the one in my room, no?" "Oui. A few years ago. I put special care into that one. It was something I had seen before. You would be surprised how beautiful the desert can be at night. I was waiting for the perfect place to put it and that seemed to be the best possible." He smiled. Trowa nodded and pulled out another. "Are they all of me?" "All these are." Quatre looked down. "I... I couldn't get you out of my mind. So, naturally, you were all that I could seem to paint." Trowa nodded again and looked at the next, smiling as he blushed. "THAT one I did a few months ago." Quatre said as he blushed deeply. "I forgot that it was in there. Merde." He covered his face. Trowa chuckled. "It's perfect." Quatre peeked through his fingers at the canvas. He was actually very fond of that painting. It was simply that he had never thought about others seeing it. It was an above view. He and Trowa lay on his bed, a deep red fabric background to most of the canvas with some of the Persian rug on the side of it, no detail excluded. The two forms were nude and locked in a kiss, their arms about each other and placed strategically to hide certain parts. "I love this." Trowa said as he smiled and studied it. "Merci." Quatre smiled and, though he still blushed, lowered his hands from his face. Trowa looked down to the corner of the canvas where Quatre had signed it in European letters rather than Arabic and blinked. "Your name is Quatre?" He asked, pronouncing it like the number in French. "When you say it, you add the `Ra' sound and I never thought to how it was spelled. I didn't think it was spelled like this. Your name is literally `Four'." Quatre sighed and nodded as he gazed on his name. "There is reason for that. I told you that Quatre is not my true name." "So you named yourself after a number in French?" Trowa raised a brow and looked back to him, bewildered. Quatre looked into his eyes. "It is a long story. But I will tell you if you like. I think you have a right to hear it." Trowa carefully slid the painting back in its place and turned to him, giving him his undivided attention. Quatre looked around the room, suddenly feeling how underdressed he was. "Why don't we sit on the bed. We will both get cold otherwise." Trowa nodded and stood as Quatre did the same and they sat on the mattress, facing each other and looking into each other's eyes. Quatre tried to think of where he should begin and then decided that the very start of everything would be best. "Alright. My father and mother were the rulers of a small city in Arabia. They had had three daughters before me. In the city, it was the custom to name children before they were born. So certain were by mother and father that I would be female when I was born, they named me Four for the fourth child that they would have who could not be heir. My name was Arbaa. I was the only boy child born to them, they had three more daughters after me. Another custom in my city was that when a boy turned Thirteen years of age, he was a man. Also, the `throne' was to be inherited by the next man in the family, either upon his Thirteenth birthday or upon the death of his father, whichever came sooner. My father did not die before my coming of age." He paused there to take a few breaths and think about how he would explain everything after that. "Something that the customs did not allow was for the heir to avoid inheritance. I had never wanted to rule. It had been pushed on me from such a young age... Can you imagine people trying to prepare you to be a ruler at the age of Three? Naturally, I did not want it. I did not want any of it. But it mattered not what I wanted, it mattered what tradition demanded." He sighed. "I was more interested in learning. When I was almost of age, a man from Europe came through the city and stayed a few weeks. He told me about all the things to learn there, music, art, writing. I was fascinated. I would beg him to tell me more everyday he stayed so that I could imagine it more clearly. He could not stay forever, though, and he left after about a month. When he did, I felt lost. All I wanted to do was see and hear the things of which he had spoken. I CRAVED it. ...The day before my Thirteenth birthday, my father and I had... A quarrel." He shook his head and looked up to Trowa. Trowa's eyes looked back at him and it was obvious that he wanted to hear more, remaining perfectly silent. Quatre continued. "I told him that I would not rule, certainly not at such a young age and that I would not take a wife as tradition dictated. I had known from a very young age that I had very little interest in women. I simply would not do it. My father did not take this news well. We fought for a long time and I told him that I wanted to leave. I wanted to go after the traveler who had told me such tales and learn everything he had to teach me. The dispute ended with my father disowning me and I left the city, after seeing my favorite sister, Kamisa, one last time, to find the traveler." He sighed. "The traveler was a wealthy older man who had never had a child and he felt that by taking me under his proverbial wing, he was adding something of himself to the world. I was all too grateful. The first place we traveled to and stayed was France." He smiled. "This country is very dear to me. I changed my name, unwilling to be the same boy I had been. I had left my life behind for a new one, it was only natural that I took a new name. However, it felt odd so I named myself Quatre. Same name, different language." He sighed and looked out the window. "In hindsight, I suppose it was guilt that made me take the name. While I had never wanted to rule, another thing I had never wanted was to betray my family and people as I had. It would be hard for me to explain to you how unspeakable it was for the heir to just leave as I had. I had planned to return someday, if at least, just to see everyone again, but for the time being, I was a traitor. I had left and, as the only heir, I had taken the bloodline with me. Unless I reproduced as a king, hundreds of years of tradition was wasted. But I digress. While I was in France, I learned to speak the language, and, as I was young, I had very few pronunciation problems. I learned many things about art and music. After France, the traveler, and I moved to Italy. I learned that language there as well and I learned of philosophy. From there, we went to England and I learned English, poetry and literature. It was like living in a dream." He smiled as he remembered how happy he had been. "It was everything I had ever wanted." His smile faded as he moved on to the next part of his story. "Then, when I was Sixteen, I wanted to return home. I actually missed it so much I would cry at times when I was alone. I thanked the traveler and promised to teach what I had learned to others. We said our goodbyes and I headed home. It took me almost a year to get back and...when I did..." He closed his eyes as he recalled the sight with which he had been assaulted upon his return. "I told you that my city had been hit with an epidemic. I failed to tell you what that was. A... I suppose one could call them a Pack." He looked into Trowa's green eyes. "You should know that vampires are territorial by nature. It is just more logical that way. However, some of us form covens. Like Duo, Wufei and me. Also, you should know that, while Duo, Wufei and I are of good character, there are many vampires that do not share such a trait and are evil. They kill for no reason, often terrorizing their victims first, and sire others to add strength in numbers to their ranks. They usually are of poor character as humans and when a corrupt heart has power such as we, it is no great leap for them to become evil. Absolute power corrupts absolutely." He looked down to the blanket. "Well. For some. There was a pack of somewhat young vampires such as these that had been moving South through the land and had stayed in the city for the night. There were twelve of them and they devastated the kingdom. They killed everyone. There were over one hundred people in the city and not one was spared." He closed his eyes again. "The city I walked through was barely recognizable to me. It was littered with bodies. Even the animals had been killed. If people did not have fang wounds on their necks, they had been stabbed, burned, beheaded or their throats had been cut. I was... There are no words for the emotions that raged through me when I saw it. It had just happened, there was still blood on the ground, still smoke from the dying fires." He felt a hand on his cheek, and looked up to Trowa, noticing for the first time the tears that had formed in his eyes. Trowa gently wiped them away with his thumb, a thoughtful look on his face, and remained silent, letting him speak. Quatre took the hand from his face and held it in his hands as he looked out the window, managing somehow to keep his voice steady as he spoke. "Naturally, I did not know what had killed them, but, at the time, I don't think I could have cared less. I found my family killed on the street outside our home and... I screamed. I screamed and screamed and screamed. I screamed until my throat hurt and then I sat by Kamisa and cried for hours. I was consumed by not only grief, but guilt. I thought that if I had stayed, I might have been able to save them all. I knew it was a lie, that I would be dead as well had I not left, but even THAT made me feel guilty. I had not even had the honor to die with my own people. I buried everyone, some in mass graves, others by themselves. My family was buried a small ways away from the others and when I was finished burying my father last, I knelt next to his grave and cried. I begged him to forgive my insolence and betrayal and told him that if I had had the choice again, I would have stayed." He looked back to Trowa. "Trowa, I should tell you that, as a rule, I do not regret the decisions I make in life. But leaving my people behind to be slaughtered is something for which I can never forgive myself so long as I live. A part of me died that day." He looked away again. "I cried myself to sleep on my father's grave, content to die there, but was awakened that night by a strange man with sharp teeth." Trowa seemed fascinated now, leaning forward, his eyes wide. Quatre shook his head as he remembered the strange character
that had been his sire and mentor. "He called himself Abdul,
although I learned he was English. Another traveler but for a different
reason than the first. He gave me water and told me that he could
help me avenge my people. Suddenly, everything changed for me. I NEEDED
to kill those who had done this. It was a reason to live. It was my
ONLY reason to live. Looking up to Trowa, Quatre sighed. "You should know that I became this willingly. It was my choice to become a vampire. Abdul explained every aspect of it to me and let me choose for myself what I wanted. I made an informed decision and I have never regretted it once. The way I saw it when I chose this was that, so long as I lived, so too did my people. I would not be capable of having an heir, but I would live on and keep the bloodline alive. I was prepared to do this by all means necessary. I felt that this was my way for atoning for my ultimate betrayal to my people. As long as I remembered them and lived, so did they. They would live on through my blood and in my heart, forever. But not before I took revenge for their deaths." He took a breath. "Killing was something with which I had never agreed in all my life. It was forbidden by my religion unless the circumstances were severe. But, I was prepared to do just that to the pack. As it was, Abdul was hunting them himself when he came across me. He was doing so, following their tracks, as they had killed his mortal wife in Europe. He had sworn revenge and would have their deaths by any means necessary. He had been hunting them for six years, picking off one at a time when he could for a time, when he came across me. I was the only survivor in their path that he had seen and, seeing that I had suffered the same loss as he, he offered to grant me the skills I needed to take revenge, the speed and strength of which you have seen small demonstrations as well as other skills you have not seen yet. After I was sired_made a vampire_, he trained me while we hunted them. He was an old one, so I was very strong from the beginning as that is the way things are. It was not long before I accidentally walked into the sun and we discovered that I had a natural tolerance to it, another advantage. After a month, he deemed me ready and we finally caught up to the pack. I demanded that he let me kill them myself and he let me. I suppose he felt that if I was successful, he had played his part by siring and training me, and so gotten his revenge. As it was, the pack could sense when he was near and was always waiting for him, so it was more logical that I go. They were not expecting me." Looking away, Quatre released Trowa's hand that he had been holding all the while and formed his hands into fists in his lap. "We had been traveling for a month with only animals or the scarce cutthroat from whom we could drink, and when we finally were close to the pack, we were both starved and a little insane with it. When I saw the men who had killed everyone whom I had held dear... I snapped. I killed all of them quickly but brutally. The entire night is very vague to me, but I dimly recall..." He tried to keep his breathing steady but it was no use as his hands began to shake. "I remember killing... Everyone. Everyone in the village. There were at least thirty people. Men, women, children. I... I was so blinded by rage that I could not tell the difference between them and my true enemies. They had been willingly housing the pack, the only reason they still lived at all, and they let them feed from them as they provided entertainment for the fiends. I was sickened. To me, they all seemed to be the enemy, and so, none of them lived. That is the second thing in my life that I regret." He closed his eyes. "The next morning, I awoke and saw what I had done, walking through the village, and I ran. I ran to the side of the village where none had been when I had massacred them all and stopped by the well to wash my hands of all the blood on them. Afterwards, I was turning to leave, but was halted by my own eyes staring back at me from the water. I was painted with blood, on my skin, my clothes, my hair. But that was not what stopped me. It was the man staring back. I did not like him. He was a killer just as any man in the pack had been. I hated him. It was then that I decided to change. I had never been what I would call a good person, but I had never been a bad one until that day. I swore to never again kill for hatred or anger. I swore to change my ways, my manners, myself. Within the next few years, I changed how I looked at the world and how I looked at people. I cared more about everything, especially human beings, and was more thoughtful. From then on, killing was only something I did when the person was dying, an evil doer or when it was a matter of protection for myself or others, such as another evil vampire. I paid more attention to my religion rather than neglecting it as I should have done when I had been a boy to honor my people, and I became a kinder, gentler person. I took on an entirely different personality that I have to this day." He opened his eyes and gazed out his window. "After the massacre, Abdul, after learning that I was successful and all in the pack were dead, asked me to take his life. He had nothing for which to live, his love dead, his revenge complete, and I obliged him because I respected him. It was my only way of repaying him for what he had done for me. After that, I returned to my dead city and packed as much jewels and gold, the family treasure, as I could carry, which was quite a lot, burying the rest in a place I still remember. I burned what was left of the city, knocking down the remaining earthen buildings to let the sands cover them in time. I kept my family name Rebabera as my middle name to remember them and took Winner as my last. I had accomplished everything I had set out to do, so it seemed fitting. I kept the name Quatre because I was still not the same person who had left when he was Thirteen, but I still needed to honor my family, and so, I became Quatre Rebabera Winner. I left after a long goodbye to my buried family and traveled the world." He smiled slightly. "I met Duo in America in the late Eighteenth Century when he was very young and naive and took him under my wing and we have been together since. We met Wufei in Britain in the Eighteen Fifties when he was new to the world outside China and we have all lived together as a coven of friends for many years now, moving from area to area. Which brings us to when we moved here and I met you." He took a breath and looked up to Trowa who was staring at him. Trowa blinked twice before speaking. "That's some story." Quatre shrugged. "I suppose." Trowa looked down as he obviously processed the information. After a moment of silence, Quatre was becoming a little worried. "Trowa?" Trowa shook his head to clear it. "Sorry. Just... Wow." Quatre sighed silently and allowed his lover to think on everything. After long moments, Trowa spoke. "Arbaa Rebabera..." He said softly. "It has a ring to it." He smirked. `Well, THAT was a joke if I've ever heard one.' "Ok, at this point, you are ABUSING sarcasm, Trowa." He shook his head with a small smirk. "I know. I hated it. Had I not been royalty, I think the other children would have teased me mercilessly with a name like that." He grimaced slightly. Trowa laughed before becoming serious as he thought about something. "Trowa?" "Hn. So... You're how old then?" Quatre grimaced again. "Uh... Three hundred and four." Trowa looked like he was going to fall back off the bed and Quatre held his hand to keep him from doing so. "Trowa?" He seemed to be asking that quite a bit. Trowa just shook his head. "Well. You did say you were older. How old is Duo?" "Around One hundred seventy-three. Wufei is a more than Two hundred and seventy and that's all he'll say." He replied and Trowa shook his head again. After a short moment, Trowa chuckled and Quatre raised a brow. "Sorry. It's just that they are so immature for their age." He grinned. Quatre laughed at that. "It's so true." He smiled to him and Trowa leaned forward and kissed him. They broke after a moment and Quatre stroked Trowa's hair out of his eyes. "So..." "So?" "I told you what my nightmares are about. What about yours? You don't have to tell me if you do not want to, but I just... If you do..." Trowa nodded. "My parents. I dream about my parents. I loved them very much. I told you... I was separated from them when I was very young. It happened while we were moving on to a new town. I was a street orphan for a year afterwards. I always looked for them. A few people tried to keep me in their homes, off the street, but I never stayed with them. They meant well, but I was always worried that if I wasn't on the street, my parents would walk by and I wouldn't see them. I was always looking for them, even when I was doing other things. They were very poor and we were hungry much of the time, but I would not have traded it for the world. I loved them more than anything. The only thing from them that I have is my flute. They saved enough to get it for me and when I heard a song anywhere, I would mimic it. I hold on to it like a lifeline. It's all I have of them." He sighed sadly. "Looking back as an adult, I think that they may have abandoned me. I had two younger siblings and food was scarce. It's the most logical explanation, and, while I don't like it, I have to admit that it is most likely the truth. I joined the circus when they came to a town I was staying in when I was Twelve. I think that maybe it was a way for me to travel to look for them. I just wish that I could see them again to know what really happened. I'm haunted by it sometimes. Katherine and I were always there for each other, but it just wasn't the same." He looked down and tears formed in his eyes. "I have dreams about meeting them again only to find that they HAD abandoned me. Those are my nightmares." Quatre nodded and embraced him tightly, kissing his tears away. "I do not think that they abandoned you, Trowa." He reassured. "I cannot see how anyone could simply toss aside a beautiful person like you, much less your own mother and father." He kissed him softly. "And if such is the case and they did, they must have been blind." Smiling slightly, Trowa embraced him as well and they both laid on the bed, merely holding each other. "Quatre." The rain outside became louder and Quatre grinned at
the sound, closing his eyes as he listened. He kissed Trowa's shoulder
and rubbed his back, purring at the symphony that was Trowa's heartbeat
and the rain * After a long moment, Trowa spoke softly. "Quatre?" "Oui?" Quatre kissed his skin again. "What will you do if... What will you do one hundred years from now? Will I be dead?" Quatre was silent for a moment. "Que?" "I mean... Well... If I asked you to, would you make me a vampire? Hypothetically." Quatre seemed to think about the question. "Yes. But not without explaining everything first. And not without making you think about it for a long time. It is a very serious decision, Trowa. Not everyone can handle it. I know Duo HATES being a vampire. He would trade it for being a dog, I think. He hates killing and he hates so many other things that come hand in hand with becoming a vampire. Not all of us feel the same way. You would have to be certain that it was something that you could handle. It cannot be undone if you change your mind. The only other option is death. If it is what you truly want, I will do it, but for no other reason than that. You must be sure." Trowa nodded as he thought about that. "Je ne sais pas. I have questions." "That I will answer, or at least try to do so, if you like." Quatre said helpfully. "That would be nice. I bought a book but..." Quatre moved back, a humored look in his eyes as he smiled. "You did? Those are usually, for lack of a better word, bullshit. Rarely more than superstitions and jokes. I'll come across one every now and then. They are always good for a laugh. Did you read it?" "No. I decided that I would be better off learning from you. I doubt the book was written by vampires. At least YOU know what you are talking about." "Indeed." Quatre said with a small smirk and returned to his place cuddled against him. Trowa returned to the matter at hand. "I have to think about it for a long time. I want to be with you forever, but I don't want to rush into it." Quatre nodded against him and kissed his shoulder again. "That is how it should be. The choice is yours. Make it wisely." Trowa nodded and kissed Quatre's soft hair. "What is it like?" Quatre seemed to take a moment to think about that before answering the question. "It is like walking onto the other side of the horizon." "Que?" Trowa was confused and Quatre shook his head. "Well, when I was a child, a very young one, I would look at the horizon and know that that was the edge of the world. It was as far as I could see, therefore, as far as the world existed. Of course I learned that that was not so with time, but for my first years, it was fact to me. And then I learned that there was more to the world than only what I saw around me. There was so much more out there about which I had not known. I crossed that horizon and found a new world beyond it when I left. And then, when Abdul taught me about vampires, my eyes were opened and I crossed yet another horizon. It was an entirely new world to me after I was sired. I learned new things and doors were opened that had never before been there. There was more to the world than only what I saw plainly with my eyes. That was only the surface. The world is so much deeper than that. Darker. What I had thought to be fact, wasn't really. Each horizon, to me, is a new world. Just as the sun may set on this horizon, there is still light on the next. Essentially, it was like stepping into a different world." He sighed. "You are stepping across a horizon right now, leaving what you thought you knew to know other things, crossing into a different world. We are both from opposite sides of it, you from the light side, and I from the dark. We both stepped onto the other side of the horizon to each other." Trowa nodded as he thought about that. "I guess that makes sense. I imagine things would be at least a little different." "Oui. We retain ourselves, our hearts and minds, but things around us change. It is... It is complicated." Trowa nodded again, holding him tightly. He thought for long moments before speaking. "Whatever I decide, you know I love you, no?" Quatre pulled back and kissed him, cupping a cheek in his hand. /I love you, too./ Trowa jumped a little and heard Quatre giggle softly. He broke the kiss, seeing the laughter in the blonde's eyes. `That was him.' "Not funny." He said with a half-hearted glare. "Hilarious." Quatre grinned to him. Trowa grabbed behind his knee and Quatre yelped and squirmed, giggling as he tried to pull Trowa's hand away. Trowa knew he could have if he had really wanted to and grinned, sliding his hand upward to hold onto Quatre's hip. He kissed him again. Quatre calmed and kissed him back, their tongues dancing together for a moment. Trowa touched his lover's teeth and noticed how sharp the canines were for the first time, carefully running his tongue over them and noticing the small changes it caused in the blonde. Quatre moaned softly and held him tighter, kissing him a little harder. Trowa broke for air first and looked deeply into his lover's sea-blue depths. He squeezed the blonde's hip. "So. Do you think Duo and Wufei have left the house by now? It's dark outside." Smiling seductively, Quatre brought up a leg and rested his thigh over Trowa's hip. "I don't care. If they haven't by now, they will soon enough." His smile turned into a smirk. "As long as we make enough noise, that is." Grinning, Trowa attacked that smirk and they began to undress each other of what little clothing they wore. Quatre tugged Trowa's underwear down and broke the kiss to slide down the bed with them, removing them from Trowa's long legs completely. Eye level with Trowa's erection, he smirked up at him before he took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip before moving his lips downward. Trowa moaned and his eyes slid closed as he felt Quatre turn him so he was laying on his back. His hands went to Quatre's hair, burying his fingers in the wavy platinum strands. Quatre placed one hand on Trowa's hip and the other gently rubbed under his navel. Rubbing his tongue against Trowa's arousal, he took him further into his mouth, reaching the base and humming as he sucked on him. Trowa threw his head back and gave a strangled sounding yelp, his fingers curling in his lover's soft hair, pulling a little roughly before he relaxed them and pet the platinum locks, soothing away any pain. Quatre bobbed his head, making a few mock swallows around him every time he engulfed him and Trowa panted. "Quatre." Quatre pulled back far enough to swirl his tongue around the tip again, nibbling just barely and Trowa moaned again before reluctantly pulling Quatre up and kissing him. `If he keeps doing that, I won't last long and I want to do more than this.' Stroking the blonde's tongue with his own, he reached a hand down and pulled on Quatre's underwear, managing to get the garment down over his hips before Quatre helped and pulled it down far enough to use his legs to get it off of himself. Trowa put his hands on Quatre's hips, placing his lover where he wanted, bringing his knees up to be on either side of them and thrust against his lover's erection. Quatre broke the kiss as he was pushed downwards and panted, his head tilting back, and he moaned as Trowa continued, bringing his head down to rest it against his shoulder. "Trowa." He moaned his name over and over. Trowa was now very desperate and he stopped rubbing their erections together long enough to get Quatre's attention. Sea-blue eyes looked up to him and he smiled at the glazed look in them. "I think we need something." Quatre blinked as if he didn't understand what he had
said for a moment before he blushed and smiled. "Oui." Crawling
off of him, he got on his knees by the bed and retrieved the bottle
of oil from beneath it. He "No." Quatre looked up to his eyes, a puzzled look to his own. Trowa moved the hand in his, Quatre letting him do so with no resistance, and placed it on Quatre's arousal. He wanted to show Quatre that he trusted him and letting him take him was a very effective way of doing so. Quatre understood then and coated himself with the oil, Trowa's hand still on his wrist. Once he was done, Trowa lifted him by his hips, still amazed at how light he was, spreading his legs apart and then setting Quatre down between them. Quatre blushed prettily, a small, almost shy smile playing at his lips as Trowa brought his knees up. He coated a finger in more oil and brushed the tip against Trowa's entrance, rubbing the oil into the skin. Trowa moaned and let his head fall back to the mattress, merely letting himself feel everything Quatre was doing. After a moment of spreading the oil, Quatre pushed the tip of his finger against him and it slowly sank to the first knuckle before he paused its progress and wiggled it gently to get the muscle to relax. After a moment, he pulled back and then pushed forward again, this time to the second knuckle, thrusting his finger back and forth and letting it sink deeper each time. Once it was fully inside, he crooked it and toyed with Trowa's sweet spot. Trowa screamed as Quatre expertly played with his senses, the blonde's intimate knowledge of his body making itself known as he was driven insane with need. He bucked on the bed and felt Quatre place a hand on his abdomen, holding him still to an extent. He looked up through barely open eyes to Quatre. The blonde was smiling to him as he pressed his finger against the place inside him. He added another oil coated finger, carefully stretching him by spreading them before thrusting them slowly, relaxing the muscle further. Trowa's eyes closed again and he panted, his body rocking on the bed as Quatre took his time preparing him. He felt Quatre add a third finger and moaned as all were pushed into him. His breath hitched and he yelped as Quatre again toyed with the spot inside him and pleasure washed through his entire body. "Qua..." He groaned as Quatre's other hand rubbed under his navel and he wet his lips and tried to find his voice. "Quatre, please." He opened his eyes and looked up to his lover. Quatre looked desperate as well, his breathing quick and his cheeks a light reddish color, his eyes glazed. "Quatre." Trowa said softly. "Please." "Oui." Quatre nodded and withdrew his fingers, Trowa's breath hitching again as he did. Closing his eyes, he groaned in momentary disappointment as he felt abandoned for a second before he felt Quatre hold onto his hips and place the tip of his arousal against him. He looked up to him and realized that Quatre was waiting for him. Smiling, he wrapped his legs around the blonde, who was sitting in an odd fashion, his legs on either side of himself and his knees bent. He let his eyes lock with Quatre's and grasped one of the hands on his hips, squeezing it softly. "I love you." Quatre returned the squeeze and smiled sweetly. "I love you, Trowa." He brought his hips forward and Trowa closed his eyes as he entered him smoothly. He felt Quatre push forward slowly before withdrawing almost completely only to push forward again, going a little deeper. The process was repeated and he writhed on the bed as he was joined with his lover again. At last, Quatre was fully inside and they both paused, panting as they remained still to adjust. For long moments, they were still and when Trowa thought that he would go mad with it, his body shaking, Quatre moved his hips back, pulling out slowly before pushing back inside. Trowa's breathing became fast and his head tossed a little on the pillow. Quatre kept his thrusts even and slow, brushing against that special spot just barely, almost teasingly. He rubbed the skin on Trowa's inner thighs, ignoring his erection as he thrust. Trowa felt like he was trying to drive him insane. `Why? Why is he tormenting me like this?' Quatre was only giving him the barest touches within and not any out. His lover began to thrust only slightly faster, but still he only granted him teasing touches and Trowa's head thrashed on the pillow. "Quatre. Please. Please..." "Oui?" His hands rubbed his thighs again and Trowa opened his eyes, raising his head to look up to him. Quatre was smiling slightly, moaning as he thrust into him and Trowa knew he was teasing him purposely. "Quatre... Why do you...?" Quatre answered him by only barely running his fingers up Trowa's erection. Trowa gasped, the small sensation overwhelming him, and he realized that this was another technique Quatre knew, using Trowa's own senses to drive him insane. "Ung!" His head fell back to the pillow and his body writhed on the bed as his lover controlled the rhythm. "Quatre!" Quatre released his erection again and leaned forward, kissing his chest as he thrust, his abdomen only barely brushing against Trowa's arousal. Trowa moaned as the angle changed only slightly, not enough to send him over the edge. He felt Quatre suck on one of his nipples and his hands petted the blonde's soft hair. "Qu... Quatre... Mine." Quatre nodded slightly, still teasing his nipple with his lips. /Oui. Yours./ Trowa was suddenly aware of something sharp touching his skin before Quatre closed his lips, kissing his chest carefully. "Quatre." Quatre acted as if he had not heard him and trailed kisses along his skin. Trowa squeezed Quatre with his legs, keeping him still for the moment, and gently lifted his head and looked into his eyes. "Quatre..." Quatre looked up to him and smiled slightly, his lips closed. "Oui?" Trowa gently ran his thumb along his lover's lips, smiling slightly when Quatre kissed it, and then pushing it past them. Quatre allowed him to do so, parting his lips and relaxing his jaw, remaining perfectly still. Trowa very carefully felt his teeth and noticed that the sharp canines were slightly longer than the rest of them. Opening the jaw a little further, he saw that they indeed were tiny, perfectly shaped fangs. Quatre's breathing was quick, his eyes a little wide, body shaking slightly, and Trowa realized that he was nervous. `He's worried I'm going to pull away from him after
seeing this.' He realized. Kissing him gently to reassure him, Trowa
laid back again and pulled Quatre with him, bending his head so the
kiss did not break. It was difficult due to their positions and Quatre's
shorter stature, but they managed to do it. He let his legs relax
enough and Quatre took the hint and began thrusting again, the two
of them moaning as the pleasure Trowa kissed Quatre deeply, gently running his tongue over the fangs, careful not to cut himself, and felt them get a little longer. `I wonder if this is a natural reaction. Maybe it comes hand in hand with love-making for him.' He blushed as he recalled what it felt like when Quatre bit him and decided that he did like it and, so long as he gave permission first, Quatre was allowed to do it. Breaking the kiss, he looked into his lover's glazed eyes and they stared at each other for long moments, the only movement from Quatre's gentle thrusting. Making his decision, he tilted his head back slightly and pushed Quatre's towards his neck, demonstrating without question his trust in him. Quatre seemed surprised for a moment before sucking on the skin under his lips, gently nibbling on it. Trowa moaned as shocks ran through him from the sensation and then yelped as Quatre gently bit him. Now that he knew what it was, he felt the barely noticeable hit of sharp teeth against his neck and felt twin fangs pierce his skin. The pleasure that washed over him directly afterwards was nothing less than bliss and he held Quatre tightly as he tipped his head as far back as he could. He writhed on the bed as he felt like he was being washed away. After a few moments, it ebbed, and he came back to himself a little reluctantly. Quatre was slowly licking his neck now, soothing the bite, Trowa guessed, and he moaned as the last few shocks ran through him. He writhed again as Quatre began to thrust slightly faster, still teasing him and Trowa knew he was going mad. "Quatre..." He moved his hand towards his own erection, which was nearly painful, but Quatre caught it and kept it away. The blonde's thrusts were aimed perfectly to give him pleasure but keep his climax at bay, the movements still slow and even, playing him like an instrument. For long moments, Trowa's senses were toyed with and he bucked and used every trick he knew to get Quatre to go faster to no avail. He writhed as he panted and whimpered, unable to do anything else. Pleasure was washing through him steadily now, but it was simply not enough to let him release. He could not stand it any longer. "Quatre..." "Hn." Quatre was sucking at his neck still, grazing it with his teeth, sending powerful shocks through him but not breaking the skin. "Quatre, please!" His head thrashed again on the pillow, his entire body crying out for release. "I need it. Please." Quatre soothed where his teeth had scraped him and moved back, watching him as he thrust for a moment more before he kissed him gently. His hand found Trowa's erection and he stroked it at the same moment that his hips changed their speed and angle so his arousal hit his sweet spot perfectly and Trowa was thrown into his climax with almost violent force. He spilled his seed into Quatre's hand and screamed
as his lover thrust into him a few more times with deadly accuracy
while his hand pumped him and felt that he would pass out from the
overwhelming pleasure. Quatre screamed his name as Trowa tightened around him and squeezed his hip with an almost bruising force before he realized he was hurting him and relaxed his hand. They panted together for what seemed like hours, Trowa lying limply on the bed and Quatre collapsed atop him, before looking into each other's eyes. Trowa wet his lips and managed a whisper. "So... So THAT's why you were teasing me." Quatre grinned to him, his fangs gone, stretching upwards and kissing him softly for a moment before merely gazing at him and stroking his hair out of his eyes. "Oui. It was all for you, Habib." Trowa smiled to him and found his voice. "That was... I don't think I have words for what that was." Quatre grinned again as he blushed and kissed Trowa's chest again before looking back up to him. "I think I know what you mean." He gently rubbed the skin at the base of Trowa's neck and Trowa moaned as it was sensitive. "Do I have another hickey?" "No. There's no mark. There never are any unless I leave them on purpose, you know. The only reason you had one the first time was that I thought that things would be suspicious if you did not." He looked away as he said this, obviously still upset that he had had to lie to him. "Oh." Trowa said simply and closed his eyes, merely enjoying the aftershocks of possibly the most intense orgasm he had ever had. He brought up his arms and held Quatre tightly. Quatre wrapped his own arms around him and relaxed in Trowa's, not moving. They were still joined intimately and they both enjoyed the feeling while it lasted. It could not last forever, though, and Quatre gently withdrew from him and they merely laid together. Trowa thought about something before smirking. "So. Think we chased them out of the house?" He looked down to Quatre. Quatre seemed to think for a moment, his eyes glazing over, before blushing deeply and scowling angrily to the door. "Oooh!!! Duo!!!" A yelp was heard on the other side as well as footsteps as they quickly made their way out of the house. Quatre let loose a short string of curses in the direction of the door, most of them in French. Trowa could not help but laugh and Quatre just shook his head as he blushed. "That's funny." He said after he caught his breath. "How did you know he was there?" "I can sense all of us when I bother to think about it. I can sense YOU." He blushed deeper and shook his head again. "And I think he was there the whole time." "Has he done that before?" "No. He was overly happy just now. I think he was just glad to hear that we'd made up and had then gotten a little carried away. He won't do it again, but still..." He sighed. "We will have words later." Trowa grinned, though he felt bad for Duo, knowing Quatre would let him have it. "When you get angry, your grammar goes back to Old French." Quatre blinked. "I never noticed." Trowa nodded. "It's cute in a very strange way." Blushing and closing his eyes, Quatre rested his head against him again, relaxing them both. After a few moments of calm, Quatre spoke softly. "I love you, Trowa." He said softly as he kissed Trowa's chest over his heart. "I love you more than I have ever loved anything in my life. I would do anything for you. I already have done a few things that, had it been anyone else asking, they would have been staring at their own innards shortly after making the request." "Pleasant imagery." Trowa said with a smirk. "Like what?" "Well, for one thing, I can't eat food. I get horribly sick afterwards. Which is why I had to run from you after you cooked dinner for us. For another, Allah help anyone else who tries to wake me during the day. I usually am grouchy to say the least. Duo's nearly been killed on many an occasion. Also, I do not go outdoors during the light hours if it can be avoided because sunlight gives me a headache if I am in it for more than a few hours at a time. I did all these things to be with you." He kissed his skin softly. "Abdul once, when he was a little drunk and very emotional over the loss of his wife, told me about `Soul mates'. They are the people everyone has in their life that complete them. Apparently, as vampires are more in-tune with our souls than most humans, when we find our soul mate, we know immediately and a mutual connection is often made instantly. I never thought that I had one until I saw you that night at the circus." He sighed contentedly and held him a little tighter. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I love you more than anyone else I have ever met. I have had a few relationships over the years. None of them ever lasted. I never felt for them the way I feel for you so they and I never got very far or knew each other very well. You are the other half of myself. My heart. I... When I think about you when I'm alone, I find that I am smiling. When you were gone for so long, I felt like I could not breathe. And sometimes, I feel like I simply cannot exist until you kiss me. I love you so much that it hurts. Sometimes it feels like my heart could burst with it. It is frightening at times, but I love it. I would not trade it for the world and I would die to keep it." He sighed silently. "I think language can be a silly thing sometimes. I have never been able to tell you exactly how much I love you for there are no words for it. People can use the word `love' so loosely that it holds little meaning even when one intends it as genuine. I want you to know that when I say `I love you', I mean that I love everything you are with everything I am. I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would do anything. I will always love you. I have always loved you. I love you and I am IN love with you. And none of this will ever change. I am yours. And yours only. Forever." Trowa smiled and squeezed him in his arms. "I think I understand what you're saying. I love you more than anyone else in my life as well. I love everything I know about you, even the things that I still find hard to believe, and I want to know more. I would sacrifice everything I have to be with you. Which I have done once. And, while we have had a few differences, I think we are better for moving past them. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger. I love you so much, sometimes I think that I can't live without you. And if I could, I certainly would not want to. I want to be with you, and I don't care what I have to do to do it. Nothing could drag me away from you. God save any that try." Quatre smiled up to him and they kissed each other slowly for long moments before he pulled back and rested his brow against Trowa's. "I love you." Trowa squeezed his arms about him once more. "I love you, too." Kissing him once more, Quatre moved to lay to his side, still holding him. Trowa turned in his arms and smiled as Quatre snuggled against him, burying his head in his neck. The rain poured down a little harder outside and he felt Quatre smile against him. Listening to it, he felt his eyes closing. The blanket was suddenly draped over him and Quatre held him tightly in a comforting manner to keep him from becoming afraid though he jumped slightly. "Did you_" "Oui." Quatre said quickly. "Sorry if I scared you. You would be cold otherwise. And I am not moving from where I am right now for a long time." Trowa smiled at that. "I agree." "Indeed." Quatre kissed his shoulder. "Let's go to sleep. You're tired. I'm exhausted. We can talk more tomorrow." He offered and Trowa nodded and kissed his hair. "Oui." He felt he had to say it once more. "I love you." "I love you." Quatre returned and kissed his skin softly. Trowa smiled and held his lover tightly in his arms. Knowing that they had said everything they needed to say, he let the rain and the gentle sound of Quatre's breathing lull him into a calm. Drifting on the line between wakefulness and sleep, he thought on everything that he had learned, everything he was, everything Quatre was, and what he wanted. He thought for what seemed like hours. Quatre's breathing had already become softer, slow and even, signaling his unconsciousness, by the time Trowa focused his attention outward again. Trowa smiled anew and moved back far enough to look
down to him. `Forever. Hm. That is a long time. But... I would do
anything to keep this.' He kissed his lover's wavy platinum hair.
`I could spend forever Tracing Quatre's features gently, he smiled to himself and closed his eyes. `I have forever to think about this. I can do it tomorrow.' Holding Quatre tightly, he let himself drift. ***************
Yes, "Quatre" is French for "Four"(only it's pronouced kinda like Cat), if you didn't know. All the G-boys are named after numbers in some language or another and all the numbers refer to what pilot they are, Heero One, Duo Two, Trowa Three, etc. After I noticed that Quatre was the French number(I never said I knew how to spell in French. That's what dictionaries are for), I HAD to have a reason for him to be named after a number in this fic. I don't know what language "Trowa" is. It sounds like "Three" in French if a little kid said it, but it's not spelled the same. ~Leia Back to
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