Category: LEMON!, Angst, Romance
Time: Shortly (month or so) after the events in Operation Comet's Tail.
Pairing: 3x4
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being sought.
Archive: Please ask me first and wait till it's finished.
WARNINGS: Here there be lemon. LEMON! Do not read further if that sort of thing squicks you.
Summary: Umm.... a little bridge between OCT proper and the next fic. Some warm and fuzzies and hot and slipperies. :>
Quatre was about ready to fume. He'd been cleared by his doctors to begin light exercise and to take up some of his administrative duties for a couple of weeks now and he felt fine. However, Trowa was being stubborn. When Quatre had come careening out of the doctor's office with the joyful news and a twinkle in his eye, Trowa had quite firmly said they should wait. That was two weeks ago and Quatre was at the end of his patience.
This called for drastic measures.
Duo's assistance had been enlisted and with Trowa dutifully distracted training for a couple of hours, Quatre went to work. The sexually frustrated mind was a truly devious thing and Quatre had it all worked out.
Trowa stood with his hands braced on his thighs trying to catch his breath. Looking over at Duo, he shook his head.
"Alright you win. No more basketball."
Duo bounced around his panting comrade with a knowing grin on his face. His braid slapped damply against his bare shoulders. "Aw come on Trowa, you're the tall person here. How about one more game."
Trowa gave Duo an "are you trying to kill me??" expression and shook his head, turning back towards the house. Duo was about to jump after him when the American saw the lights in the upstairs bedroom flick off. Grinning impishly to himself he dribbled the ball a couple of times.
"All right then. I'll just stand out here and play with myself."
"I think not." Heero's voice came from the shadows by the court.
Duo didn't see Trowa flip a hand back at him as the taller boy disappeared into the house.
Trowa just rolled his eyes as he climbed the stairs towards the bedroom he shared with Quatre. Sometimes Duo just baffled him to no end. The American had more energy then any mortal should have access to. Trowa was busy pondering 101 ways to bottle Duo's exuberance as he pushed open the door and stepped into the bedroom.
And smack into a seduction.
Candles fluttered on the breeze brought in with Trowa. Not too many candles, just enough to throw alluring shadows across the walls. The sound of the shower already running could be heard in the adjoining masterbath. The soft strains of a piece of classical music that they both enjoyed could be heard coming softly from the CD rack.
Trowa was no fool. In a split second everything snapped into place and he was back peddling towards the door when fingers closed around his wrist and a warm body pressed up against his back.
"Now now, where are you headed in such a hurry?" It was not fair. Quatre had his voice pitched to what Trowa termed his bedroom tone. It made Trowa's spine melt whenever Quatre used it.
"Ah..."
"Poetic as ever lover mine but I'm sure you'd like a nice shower." Trowa shivered as he felt the silk of Quatre's robe bush against his bare skin, a shiver that turned into a quick shudder as his unseen lover flicked his tongue along an exposed shoulder blade.
"Though I have no complaints with your present condition." Quatre whispered hotly into Trowa's ear.
Trowa twisted about trying to grab the small blonde but Quatre moved quickly with him. Somehow Trowa found himself spun completely around and aimed towards the bathroom. Quatre stepped up beside him, taking his arm and steering him towards the steaming shower. Trowa looked down and felt his breath catch in his throat.
As he had suspected, Quatre wore one of his soft silk robes over a pair of loose silk pants. The young blonde looked every inch the Arab prince. The candles caught the gold highlights in his pale blonde hair and made his eyes a deep rich turquoise. The sultry smile Quatre wore left no doubt as to his intentions and Trowa felt his resolve crumbling.
Reaching the shower, Quatre stepped around to face Trowa. His small hands trailed lightly along the taller boy's arms, across his shoulders and down along his well defined chest. Trowa swallowed his small moan of response. Taking a couple of quick breaths before even trying to speak.
"Quatre.. we.. you shouldn't..."
"Shhhsss." Quatre stood on his toes and pressed a fleeting kiss to Trowa's mouth. After silencing his lover, Quatre trailed soft kisses along Trowa's jawline to his ear, whispering softly as he nibbled on the earlobe. "I'm.. fine."
Trowa squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his hands tremble as they reached up and brushed lightly across silk clad shoulders. The heat of his small lover's body seemed to burn through the rich fabric. Quatre leaned back and slide his hands down along Trowa's ribcage to his hips. Catching the waistband of Trowa's sweat shorts, he carefully edged them off the other boy's body. Taking great care to bypass the obvious state of arousal.
For now.
With a careful push, Quatre urged Trowa into the shower. Trowa nearly stumbled over the lip of the stall as he stepped back under the hot spray. His breath hissed through his teeth as the warm water hit his hypersensitive skin. Quatre didn't enter the stall but rather reached behind Trowa and caught up a bar of soap. Soap in hand he began to work his way slowly along Trowa's body.
Trowa felt that over all he did quite well. He managed to last up to the point where Quatre knelt down to apply soap to his thighs. At that point his vaunted control snapped. Reaching out with a low growl, Trowa caught Quatre's shoulders and yanked the small blonde under the water with him. Wheeling about he pressed his smaller lover up against the wall of the shower stall and plastered his body against Quatre's, his mouth catching Quatre's in a searing kiss.
The soap plunked to the shower floor unnoticed as the two young men lost themselves into that kiss. Trowa threw weeks of panic, fear, and worry into the embrace. Quatre answered with life affirming passion and reassurance. Trowa broke away from the kiss and ducked his head to ravage his lover's neck. Quatre cried out softly as he arched back against the cold tile of the shower stall. His hands slipped a little across Trowa's naked shoulders, scrabbling for purchase as Trowa's hands urgently stripped off clinging silk.
Robe and pants hit the far shower wall with a damp slap and Trowa quickly transferred his grip, catching ahold of Quatre's buttocks and lifting the small blonde up and off his feet, pressing him back against the wall as Quatre's legs snaked up around Trowa's hips. Urgency drove them both but Trowa fought to remain in control. Quatre was having none of it though. The moment he felt Trowa begin to back off he notched up the intensity of their lovemaking.
Trowa finally admitted defeat. Dropping his hips down he caught Quatre against his chest and gave a quick twist and thrust locking their bodies together. A low groan escaped his throat matched by his smaller lover's soft cry as they gave themselves over to the physical intimacy. Trowa shuddered hard and tightened his hold on Quatre's body, as if he feared someone would come along and snatch his love from him. On the heels of that thought came the unbidden image of Quatre bleeding on the sidewalk and the knowledge that someone almost had.
And Trowa hadn't been there to protect him.
Trowa shuddered hard again and turned his face into Quatre's neck, hiding his burning eyes in the soft skin. Even as his body began to move, matched in pace and counter rhythm by the young man he held in his arms, Trowa could feel the press of tears against his closed eyelids.
Urgency made them fast and hard against each other, climax racing upon them both with a strength that sent echoing cries of completion ringing along the walls of the masterbath. Trowa caught Quatre against his chest and flipped around, sliding down the wall of the shower cradling his love against him as they collapsed in a small pile on the shower floor.
His head still tucked tightly against Quatre's neck, Trowa felt the tears he'd held back for so long come cresting out of him in a series of racking sobs. Quatre held him close, one arm tight around his shoulders the other hand pressing Trowa's face into the comforting shelter of his neck. Trowa could barely feel the soft kisses Quatre pressed against his wet hair, could barely hear the soft crooning words the small blonde spoke in his ear. Giving his head a little shake Trowa pressed his ear against the slightly accelerated heartbeat of his small love and cried all the harder.
Both boys were rather water logged by the time Quatre finally managed to coax Trowa back up to his feet. Getting them both dry and into the bed, Quatre scooted about till his back rested propped against a couple of pillows. The doctors still encouraged him to sleep in a slightly inclined position.
Trowa curled up against Quatre, resting his head against his smaller lover's chest, one arm flung over Quatre's torso allowing his long, elegant fingers to stroke lightly along the inside of Quatre's elbow. Quatre was silent while they got settled, wrapped around one another. One arm tucked around Trowa's shoulder, he used the other hand to brush soothingly through the shock of near auburn hair that still lay a little damp across his shoulder.
Rather then being tired, Quatre could feel the blood singing through his veins. His concern for the boy he held ate at him but Quatre knew better then to just blunder into the center of the storm they had just ridden out together. Choosing to come at it from a more wayward angle he leaned his head down and pressed a light kiss to the side of Trowa's temple.
"Sally has been making daily reports to Heero. I keep asking him about them but he keeps telling me to ask you." Quatre's soft voice poised the question in such a way that if Trowa truly balked at discussing the subject the older boy would be able to drop it gracefully.
Trowa went very still and Quatre feared that he was about to be gently shut out yet again, for the sake of his health but Trowa merely took a deep breath and nestled closer.
"Sally and her people have been busy chasing down any and all leads that might help us when we start trying to round all these people up. The group is even more fractionated then we originally suspected with fringe groups that we're having a difficult time locating." Quatre nearly had to strain to hear Trowa's soft slightly hoarse tones.
"How much luck have they had?"
"About what you would expect. The less radical have been easy to hunt up, eager almost to have a free public platform upon which to preach. However, those aren't the ones we need to find. It's the quiet ones who are responsible..." Here Trowa had to stop and take a deep breath, his fingers unconsciously found the small pink scar that still marred the perfection of Quatre's chest. The scar would fade in time but for now it served as a very vivid reminder.
Quatre moved his own hand quickly, catching Trowa's straying hand and wrapping their fingers together. He gave Trowa's hand a tight squeeze, lifting the long graceful digits up to his lips for a soft kiss before laying both their hands back on his chest over his very active young heart.
As intended, the gesture steadied the still shaky Trowa who gave a little nuzzle of appreciation to Quatre's neck before continuing.
"The quiet ones who are responsible for the murders and the attack on you. They have gone to ground."
Quatre heaved a soft sigh and plunked his head back on his pillows. "Damn. The time we've been wasting while I've been recovering."
Trowa frowned into the dark and shook his head. "We all needed a little time Quatre. Not just you. Besides, we are not completely clueless. The speed and efficiency with which these people have managed to disappear is telling unto itself."
Quatre looked up again and blinked. "Of course. It would have taken a lot of liquid capital to move that quick."
"Mmm, indeed. Heero's been working on tracking any and all large movement of funds. He's about three quarters of the way through his search."
Quatre leaned back and watched the play of moonlight across the ceiling of his room. He was quiet for a long moment processing what Trowa had told him. Trowa finally pried himself up on one elbow and fixed Quatre with a firm stare. Quatre felt the weight of the stare and looked down into beloved green eyes. He couldn't help grinning at the expression on Trowa's face.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop thinking and start resting. Though I multitask very well."
Trowa let loose a playful growl, causing Quatre to giggle in mock terror as he shrunk back on the pillow. The two boys were caught in each other's eyes sharing a light moment that seemed to have been a long time coming when both of them were startled by the sound of thundering feet.
Looking towards their closed bedroom door they could clearly hear feet stumbling off the stairs and racing down the corridor. Near maniacal laughter riding the air along with the racing footfalls. Shortly after the first set of footsteps came a second and Heero Yuy's tell tale growl drifted through the heavy door.
"I'll give your basket a ball Maxwell."
The sound of a struggle over a door and then the crashing slam of a door soon followed. Quatre and Trowa stared at their own door blinking for a few minutes then slowly turned to face each other again.
Quatre began to lose it in a fit of the giggles. " I didn't know Heero knew how to talk like that."
"Duo's been teaching him."
Quatre blinked. "We need to get back to work."
"MmmHmm."
The End
Laekin
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