6-Aug-2001
Title: Dreaming in the Moment
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and von (sablexo1@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction http://www.geocities.com/fenris_wolf0/ and if she chooses, Darkflame http://nav.to/chibitrowa/
Category: yaoi, PWP, 'series hidden scene'
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x4
Spoilers: Series
WARNINGS: Lemon
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here. As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Not part of the Frozen Colony Arc or MA series.
DEDICATED to DaMoyre! This is DaMoyre's Counter-Fic, since she was the, um, what was it? Oh yeah, 100,000th visitor to our GWA page! The pairing is as requested. Hope you enjoy, Da!! *hugsmootch!*
This takes place during the time when Quatre and Heero had returned to Earth, escaping from the Moonbase, before they ended up in the Sanc Kingdom.
Quatre woke up in a cold sweat. He had been dreaming, his mind replaying the scene over and over. Each time, he'd heard Trowa's voice, seen his face in and at the last moment, felt the quiet pilot's mind and soul drift slowly away. Sitting up, Quatre shivered and looked around him.
Nearby, he could hear the sound of moving water and the surf. He swallowed hard and felt his throat dry and as arid as the desert. Quatre ran shaking fingers through his blond hair as he remembered where he was. The horror of the dream faded and he stood, feeling the sadness grip his heart once again.
Walking out of the tent, he passed the sleeping dogs, who noted his presence, but didn't bark. At the water's edge, he sat down heavily, finding fresh tears on his face as he looked up towards the stars.
"You should get some sleep," the quiet voice behind him seemed to come from thin air. He hadn't heard the other boy approach, but with Heero, stealth was a habit, at least when he wasn't blowing things up.
Quatre stiffened slightly in surprise, then gradually his shoulders moved down in a slump. He shook his head. "I can't," he said, softy. "I tried..."
"You think too much," Heero said, sitting down beside him. His gaze was out across the water, not locked on the blond pilot beside him. He didn't look as if he'd been awakened himself, more like he'd hadn't been asleep at all. There was a thin edge to him that had been there since he'd woken up to find himself on Earth again.
Quatre shrugged one shoulder. "It doesn't matter," he said, feeling the ghost of his former self reawaken. "I'm not sure... I dreamed about it. I keep seeing it in my head, Heero. I know I have got to move forward, find a way back up there and find out what happened to Trowa... but it... it's hard," he said, looking out over the water himself.
"So why did you bring us down here in the first place? You should have left me on the moon and gone to look for him - if you really think he could still be alive," Heero said, not thinking about how it would sound, just pointing out what appeared to be the logical path.
Quatre looked over at Heero. "I... It was the right thing to do, Heero," he answered, as his hand rose to his chest in an unconscious gesture. "It's difficult to try to explain.. You'd think I was crazy anyway."
"You're probably right," the Japanese pilot commented. He stared out over the waves in silence for a while.
Quatre heard Heero's words and giggled. Then, he covered his mouth with his hand and laughed. "I'm sorry, Heero," he apologized, feeling the sadness dissipate somewhat. Quatre took a deep breath, smelling the scent of the sea in his nostrils. "Coming here was the right thing to do. I felt it in my heart. There is something here for us to do."
Heero flickered a glance at Quatre and then back out at the water. "Probably... die. But even if it's the 'right thing' to do, I don't plan on making it easy for anyone who tries to kill me."
Quatre looked at Heero for a long moment. Then, he smiled. "No you wouldn't," he said. "You're the best fighter of all of us."
"I don't think so. That would be Trowa, or maybe Wufei. It doesn't really matter who's the best, though. We're all in the same position. Trowa said it - obsolete soldiers. However as long as there is a battle, I suppose I have a purpose to try to keep living." It wasn't at all clear to Heero what he should be doing. His mentor, Dr. J, was gone, maybe alive, maybe not, but for once Heero had no clear idea what his mission was supposed to be. He'd been left without a mandate and found it... uncomfortable. Difficult.
Quatre nodded. "Agreed," he said, thinking. "Hey, Heero. Do you ever think about the end of the war? I mean, if we don't die, what then?" Quatre asked, not really thinking about the more personal aspects of his question. As he did so, he noted planes of the Japanese pilot's face and the shape of his exotic eyes.
Heero blinked, then turned to look at the blond. "You have family, Quatre?"
As Heero turned, Quatre felt his heart quicken. It struck him fully that Heero Yuy was a beautiful man and that caused a reaction throughout that brought color to Quatre's cheeks. He looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his regard. "Umm, yes," he replied, then remembered his Father. "I... I have sisters. M... my father just died, recently."
The moonlight was enough for Heero to see the slight flush on Quatre's fair cheeks. He watched the wide teal eyes lower, and listened to the answer. He decided his words must have caused Quatre some pain.
"That's too bad," he said, unable to find better words that he could say without being hypocritical. "If you have family left, I guess you'll go back to them if you live long enough," he said, answering the earlier question with somewhat single-minded focus. He studied the other boy. Running what he knew about him through his mind, he acknowledged that he would prefer it if Quatre did live to survive the war. All the reasons for his feelings weren't entirely clear to him, but there was something about the blond that gave him a feeling that there was something beyond the realities that he knew about, even if he might never know what that something was.
He thought of Sylvia Noventa, for a moment. She had given him something a little like the same feeling. Remembering that time, he said, "There's something I think Trowa would want you to have." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Quatre's mouth and kissed him.
Quatre tilted his head up at the mention of Trowa's name. Suddenly, he felt Heero close to him and those feelings that made his heart beat faster returned. He couldn't remember feeling this intense around or about anyone, not even Trowa. Heero's lips against his own was both electric and soothing. Quatre felt his eyes close and accepted the kiss without question or hesitancy. Old doors opened within him and he finally saw himself as he was.
Reaching up, he touched Heero's neck, resting his palm there.
Quatre's hand felt warm against the side of his neck. Heero could feel his own pulse under that slight pressure. He felt things shift slightly within him. He hadn't thought about whether Quatre might be shocked by his action, or disgusted, he'd simply followed the impulse. Now, he recognized that the other boy's reaction had been unusual - unexpected. Remembering something Trowa had confided in him during their time together, he raised his hand and ran his thumb lightly over the blond boy's lower lip, watching his teal eyes go wide.
Quatre felt the kiss end with a slight feeling of regret. His chest rose and fell fast with each breath as he felt the warmth between them. The touch of Heero's finger against his lips caused Quatre to shiver. His tongue emerged to flick against Heero's thumb briefly. Looking up, Quatre's eyes widened a bit, but he felt unwilling to move away. "From Trowa?" he heard his voice say, softly.
Heero's head tilted and he traced Quatre's upper lip with one finger, then smiled. "He told me once that he always regretted not taking advantage of an opportunity he'd had. He said you were probably too innocent, but he wished he'd done it anyway. I think he liked you a lot."
"He did?" Quatre asked, looking up into the Prussian blue eyes. I could get lost there, he thought. Then Quatre shook his head a little, admonishing himself. "I liked him a lot, too, Heero," he said. "I think I would have liked it as well."
Observing the blond's reactions, Heero smiled again, a slightly different expression, that was quickly gone. "I'm pretty sure you would have," he said. "For some reason, I get the feeling you aren't quite as innocent as he thought you were."
Quatre smiled, slowly. "I'm not," he said. Taking a chance, he slid his fingers around and into Heero's dark hair. "Do you mind, Heero?" Quatre asked, quietly, moving closer. Without waiting for an answer, he pressed his mouth to the Japanese pilot's mouth, feeling a sense of contented heat pass between them.
Heero was a bit surprised when Quatre leaned forward and kissed *him*, but the touch of the other boy's fingers against his scalp felt very pleasant, and the warm lips pressed to his tasted sweet and fresh. He parted his lips and ran his tongue along the indentation between Quatre's lips. He felt those lips part and sought the deeper recesses of the blond's mouth, letting his eyelids drop as the warmth in his body began to increase.
Quatre felt Heero's tongue enter his mouth and opened it fully. He sucked on it gently, feeling his body flare with heat. He tasted Heero as his fingers moved in the dark mop of hair urging Heero closer. He felt the presence of Trowa with them, but his concentration was on the Japanese pilot.
Heero felt the heat build and went with it, shifting to move closer. He slid one arm around Quatre's waist, feeling the slight body beneath its covering of clothes, solid for its size. His tongue moved deeper into Quatre's mouth, thrusting rhythmically. Something like a bubble of intangible heat grew in his chest and he pulled back after a while, lifting his head to look into the wide teal eyes that seemed to reflect the starlight.
His chest moved as he took in deep breaths of the night air. Licking his lips unconsciously, he said, "How far do you want this to go, Quatre?"
"As far as it will, Heero," Quatre said, feeling the truth of the words inside of him. Leaning forward, he kissed Heero deeply. For the first time he could remember, he wasn't afraid at all. Reaching down, he touched himself briefly, relieving some pressure. He wanted to touch Heero, but waited until he felt it was the right time to do so.
Heero opened his mouth this time for Quatre to enter, accepting the invasion and sucking the clean taste of Quatre's tongue. He felt the brief movement of the blond's hand between them, and felt a wash of heat and an odd desire to laugh. The kiss muffled any possible sound so he was safe on that score. Keeping his arm around Quatre's waist, Heero leaned back until he was resting on the sand, taking the slight weight of the other boy against his chest. When their lips finally parted, he nuzzled against Quatre's neck and licked the skin.
Quatre felt the full length of Heero's body against his own. His eyes closed in pleasure as he felt the Japanese pilot lick his neck. "Oh, Heero," he breathed softly. "That feels... very good." Looking down, Quatre moved his hips slightly along Heero's body. He gasped feeling his own hardness contact Heero's. "You're.. you're beautiful Heero," he said, with great emotion.
"Hn," the sound was muffled against Quatre's neck. He thought that it was odd that Trowa had said something similar. The words had no practical meaning to him. Instead he concentrated on the movement of Quatre's body against his. No... not innocent. Reviewing the possibilities for a moment, Heero decided quickly that he too wanted to let it go 'as far as it would'. There was something about the blond pilot that felt warm, an energy that Heero felt drawn to. Shifting again, he turned, bringing Quatre back against the sand and leaning over him slightly. He pressed his leg between Quatre's, returning the friction of their clothed bodies against each other.
Quatre swallowed as he breathed deeply. Looking up, he relaxed against the sand. "You talked to Trowa a lot, did you?" he said, moving his hand around Heero's waist and over his hip. The leg between his own felt good.
"We talked some," Heero admitted. It wouldn't have probably seemed like 'a lot' to Quatre, or say, Duo Maxwell, but for the two of them... it wasn't an unfair assessment. "After I failed to self destruct. He mentioned you. Talked about ... music or something."
He reached down and let his fingers move into Quatre's spun-gold hair, feeling the texture and body of it as it waved under his hand.
Quatre smiled. "The duet... yes," he said, remembering. "We repaired his Gundam at my place. He played the flute and I played the violin. It was fun."
"Hn," Heero remarked. "It's hard to imagine Trowa playing a flute." He bent and kissed Quatre's neck, taking in the scent and warmth.
Quatre leaned his head slightly to give Heero better access. His hand gently massaged Heero's back. "He plays well," he said. Moving his hands, Quatre captured Heero's face and kissed him again. "I'm... warm." he said, simply.
Leaning back Heero reached down and began to unbutton Quatre's shirt. He remembered Trowa doing the same thing for him, while he was still awkward with his bandages. He slipped his hand under the edge of the material and felt the smooth skin beneath. It *was* warm. Bending down, Heero licked along the slight curve of one pectoral. His own flesh was swelling under the black spandex and he rocked his hips, rubbing against the other boy's body.
Quatre felt the cool air touch his skin, followed by the warmth of Heero's fingers against his chest. He moaned slightly as he felt Heero's moist tongue taste him. His hips rose to meet Heero's as he felt the length of the Japanese pilot's body press against his own. Moving his hand around Heero's hip, Quatre squeezed the soft flesh in his hand. "You're warm too," he said.
Heero licked a little higher, lips finding the rapidly hardening bud of duskier colored flesh. He suckled for a moment, and then lifted his head, looking down. "So what?" he said.
Quatre's eyes widened, then he smiled. "So, take them off," he said, reaching up to unbutton his own clothing further. Everything felt risky. Each new moment held the possibility of great success and great failure. Mentally, Quatre calculated the probabilities, then gave it up, willing to take his chances.
Heero leaned back, and then got to his feet, looking down at Quatre lying on the sand. Without a word, he lifted the tank top over his head and dropped it nearby. Then he bent and pulled the laces of his shoes loose, toed them off, and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the spandex pants. In a smooth movement, he pulled them down and stepped out of them. Looking down, he regarded Quatre, his slim body naked in the moonlight. The breeze off the water felt cool, and exciting at the same time. He reached down and curled his fingers around his cock, which was more than half erect. "Better?"
It was a picture that Quatre would keep with him forever, however long that turned out to be. His wide eyes drank in the sight of Heero's body in the moonlight and Quatre nodded to himself. "You *are* beautiful, Heero," he said, moving. "Beautiful all over."
Standing, Quatre Winner unfastened his own clothes. Moments later, he moved closer to Heero, feeling the breeze cool his overheated skin. All thought of propriety aside, Quatre placed his hand over Heero's. He felt no sense of shame or unease. This was right and felt right. Leaning closer, he kissed Heero once again.
Quatre's hand around his caused Heero a hard, deep wash of heat. He looked at the body of the blond pilot, now fully revealed like his own. He liked what he saw before him. The Arabian seemed almost frail in his clothes, but out of them, he was well-proportioned, his pale skin fine and smooth. The moonlight turned his blond curls to a halo of silver. When this angelic-appearing vision leaned closer to kiss him, Heero responded with a hungry passion. He reached out with his free hand and captured Quatre's manhood, risen from its flaxen nest. It felt hot and velvety and taut against his palm.
Quatre felt Heero's hand close around him and reveled in the warmth and sure grip. He took Heero's tongue into his mouth, rocking his hips forward as he stood on the sand. He wrapped his free hand around Heero's waist to steady himself. Merciful, Allah, he thought to himself, as he imagined he could feel Heero's heartbeat as well.
Heero slid his hand out from under Quatre's, pressing the other boy's fingers around his straining erection. He used his other hand to stroke Quatre, going with the rhythm of his body's movement. Quatre's arm around his waist felt good and he leaned closer. Lifting his head, Heero panted a little, staring into the wide eyes that faced him. "You seem to know what you are doing," he murmured, tightening his grip a bit more.
Quatre inhaled sharply, feeling Heero's length in his hand. He began stroking it with long, slow movements. "I know some things," he admitted to the deep blue eyes before him. Moving closer, he bent his head to Heero's chest, licking and teasing the small buds of flesh to hardness.
Heero growled softly in his throat and his head tilted back as he felt Quatre's mouth on his skin. For some reason, Quatre's answer relaxed him. He knew 'some things' as well, courtesy of Trowa, and Duo before that. He rocked into Quatre's touch and closed his eyes, working to keep from loosing himself to the pleasure too quickly.
Quatre felt the movement of Heero in his hand. The low growl that the Japanese pilot made caused his own body to react and throb. Raising his head, Quatre licked the hollow of Heero's neck, then moved up to taste the warm flesh of his neck. He nuzzled his head under Heero's cheek before capturing his mouth once again in a deep kiss.
"Oh Heero," he said softly, holding on to Heero's waist tightly. His hips moved faster as he felt the pleasure of Heero's touch urge him on.
Hearing his name spoken by Quatre, the tone soft and breathy, caused an odd sensation to run through Heero's nervous system. He felt his own body and felt Quatre moving against him and realized that the other boy was going to release. Without thinking, just following an impulse, he slid back out of Quatre's grasp and knelt, just as the blond gasped and his body shuddered. He opened his mouth and took the milky liquid on his tongue, then closed his lips around Quatre's flesh for the last moments of his orgasm. His tongue slid along the still swollen flesh, and then he moved back and let the slowly diminishing shaft escape. The taste of the thick stuff on his tongue wasn't something he had liked the first time he'd tasted it. But it represented something Heero did not entirely understand, only knew was important.
Quatre felt the soft, thick strands of Heero's hair laced within his fingers. As he opened his eyes and his body relaxed somewhat, he knew and understood fully what had take place. His whole body shimmered in perspiration and he shivered as it cooled in the breeze. Looking down, he moved back a step, then dropped to his knees on the sand. Lifting Heero's face to meet his, Quatre looked deeply into Heero's eyes. "You are so much more than you know," he said, quietly. Then, he kissed Heero again, tasting his essence on the Japanese pilot's tongue.
After a short moment, Quatre broke the kiss and slid his arms around Heero's body. He guided Heero back against the sand, brushing his hand against Heero's cheek. Placing his hand against Heero's chest, he guided his fingertips down the length of his body. "Beautiful," he said in appreciation. Then, leaning over Heero, he kissed the middle of his chest and moved his tongue down over the flat plane of Heero's stomach. Pausing only a moment, Quatre wrapped his hand around Heero's manhood and took his length into his mouth. Closing his eyes, Quatre moved over Heero, tasting and enjoying him with a reverence borne of intense respect and love.
Heero let himself be brought down to the sand, relaxed as Quatre touched him with hands and mouth. He ached with a need for his own release, and groaned inaudibly as he felt the wet warmth close around him. He felt the movement of Quatre's tongue along his length, felt the delicious suction, and tensed, his hips making little jerks as his pleasure increased sharply. Digging his fingers into the sand, Heero bit his lip, as his body was swept with waves of intense sensation, driving him over the edge.
Quatre felt the warm liquid on his tongue and held on. He swallowed Heero's essence, connecting to him on a purely primal and basic level. Offering up a silent prayer to Allah, Quatre felt a little more whole and less lost at the sharing. He moved back only after Heero had settled. Stretching out on the sand next to Heero, Quatre was once again aware of the surf nearby. He slid his arm over Heero's chest, watching him.
Heero opened his eyes and looked up at the sky above, breathing deeply. The weight of Quatre's arm around his waist was... comforting. He lay still for a while until his eyes slid over to find the face of the wide-eyed boy beside him. He gazed, impressing the picture in detail on his memory.
"You've got a kind heart," he said quietly. Then he added thoughtfully, "And a nice body."
Quatre chuckled. "Thank you, Heero," he said, blushing. "I like your body, too." Looking down for a moment, Quatre then grinned lopsidedly. "That's not something I would have admitted to anyone before tonight," he said. "I just wish I would've had the opportunity to say that to Trowa too." Blinking, he looked down to cover another wave of warmth to his cheeks. He'd never felt this bold before.
Heero observed the flush in Quatre's face. It was an interesting phenomena. He reached up and brushed his fingertips across those warm cheeks. "Hn," he said. Then after a moment, "Then find him. And say it. Maybe he *is* still alive. When you do, tell him for me that he's too anxious to die. He should rethink it."
Sitting up, Heero pulled Quatre against him for a moment, liking the feel of skin against skin. He kissed Quatre, then gathered his feet under him. "Back in a minute," he muttered. Then he walked out and dived into the oncoming surf.
Quatre sat up and watched Heero dive into the water. Standing, he moved to the water's edge and did the same. Rising to the surface, he laughed out loud, feeling both refreshed and at peace. Suddenly it occurred to him that Heero knew quite a lot about Trowa. He made a mental note to ask him about that.
Quatre's laugh carried over the water. Heero looked back and stilled, the vision of the blond boy shaking water from his hair in the moonlight seemed like something out of another world - not the one Heero had lived in all his life. He felt an equally unfamiliar impulse rise within him. Diving under the water, he swam towards Quatre and came up behind him, sliding his arms around the blond's waist. The water against his skin felt good, but the curves of the body he pulled against him felt even better.
Quatre yelped, then settled back into Heero's arms. It felt good to be held. He looked up and over his shoulder at Heero. "You know this feels too good to be real," he said, in delight. "And I see that there are creatures in the water as well, around here."
Heero nipped the side of Quatre's neck as he held him in the water. He pulled him closer, and rubbed his rising manhood against Quatre's rear. "Hungry ones," he muttered. "But you are right. It's probably not real. Maybe in that case, it doesn't matter."
Quatre closed his eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him as Heero held him from behind. "Oh no. I'm wrong, Heero. It's real, all right. And it matters," he said, pressing himself back against Heero's body. "Thank you, Heero. I think you're giving me back my soul."
"Hn," Heero remarked. He didn't understand the words, or what Quatre could mean about him having anything to do with a soul. He did know that the other boy felt incredibly good against him. Remembering something from before, from his time with Trowa, he held one arm around Quatre's waist and moved the other hand between them. His fingers slid between the curves and into the cleft, exploring, then probing the tightly puckered opening he found there. Before Quatre could react, he slid one finger inside.
Quatre gasped, his teal eyes widening. "Heero," he whispered, feeling the incredible sensation stealing his voice away. The waves lapped against his legs and Quatre felt somewhat suspended in time. He relaxed back against Heero, tilting his hips slightly.
Heero felt Quatre relax back into his arms, with a small amount of surprise. It caused his body to tighten and an almost savagely intense desire to build. He held Quatre against him and slid the finger out a little, then thrust it in suddenly, seeking something in the other boy that he had only felt a few times himself. Instinct seemed to take over and a second finger joined the first, stretching the opening, and thrusting rhythmically, leaving no ambiguity about what act was being simulated. At the same time, he licked Quatre's ear, causing wet, wicked sounds and sensations.
Quatre bit his lower lip, the sensation of Heero's fingers causing both pleasure and a small amount of pain. He felt Heero's tongue against his ear and felt his body relax even more causing the pain to disappear entirely. Quatre moaned as his hips thrust back against Heero's hand. With each thrust he felt a wave of pleasure he had never experienced before. It left him wanting more.
"H...Heero," he managed, "Please..."
"Please what, Quatre?" Heero murmured, wondering himself why he wanted to torment the blond for just a few moments. It felt intoxicating to do so, even though he was now hard and aching. He wanted to feel the tightness of Quatre's body around him, and he could tell that it wasn't all he would feel... He continued to thrust his fingers inside, as Quatre pushed back against him, and imagined for a moment the writhing, the moans and cries that would answer his true entrance.
Quatre moaned again, this time in frustration and need. He looped his arm back and around Heero's neck, drawing his head down for a kiss. "More, Heero," he whispered. "I... I want you.."
Those three words had an electric effect on Heero. He growled and pulled his hand away, replacing it with his manhood, thrusting deeply into the tight opening. His hands held Quatre tightly as he pushed in, and his hips rocked in a fierce rhythm. It felt even better than he'd imagined.
Quatre panted as he felt Heero thrust into his body. He felt his own manhood rise and harden once more in reaction as he held on tightly to Heero like a life preserver. Bending forward, he felt his hips tilt up further allowing Heero deeper access. His hand curled around his own throbbing member, stroking it in time with Heero's movements. The world and the war were somewhere far beyond them as they moved as one.
A fever seemed to burn through Heero's skin as he moved against Quatre, and felt the complete response he was being given. As his pleasure increased, he felt something open up deep inside him. It felt dangerous, but it was too late to try and stop. His hand moved, covering Quatre's as he touched himself, feeling his body move to the edge. Still, he held out, feeling Quatre around him. He wanted to feel the other boy's body around his until the last possible moment.
Quatre shivered in Heero's arms, feeling his hand cover his own. He felt both out of control and controlled by Heero at the same time. His body ached and moved of its own accord as he soon felt himself stiffen and release. Groaning, Quatre felt his legs shake beneath him as his seed released in an arc over the dark water. He felt Heero deep within him, as his body settled around the thrusting hardness. "Oh Heero," the moaned, attempting to hold on to what sanity he had left.
As Heero felt Quatre shudder and release, he drew a deep, hard breath and felt his own pleasure crack the thin wall of his will, exploding through in waves he couldn't resist. Holding tightly to Quatre, he surrendered his essence inside and then called on his muscles to keep them both from dropping into the water, only managing to catch himself on his knees. Taking deep breaths, he got enough strength back to regain his feet, and pulled Quatre up onto the sand. He kissed Quatre's open mouth deeply, and then slid down, feeling his limbs resist his orders.
Quatre moved his arms around Heero holding on to him protectively. He leaned his head against Heero's shoulder and looked up to the stars. "Nice," he said, softly.
Heero looked at Quatre and yawned suddenly. Without thinking about it, he slid his arms around Quatre in return, feeling the brush of blond silken curls against his cheek. 'In a minute, I will get up, and pick up our clothes... but right now...' Releasing a silent breath, he turned his face into Quatre's hair and closed his eyes.
Quatre felt Heero settle around him and he smiled. Whatever was to come, they would deal with later. For that moment and however long they would be allowed to live, Quatre knew that they would have at least that moment to share. His eyes drifted shut and Quatre slept dreamlessly.
~owari~
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