A weird AU fic where Quatre & Trowa are two guys who meet each other in the 20th century
"Where is Master Quatre?" said Rashid in the hotel suite, pulling his hair in exasperation. Keeping an eye on him was screwing with his blood pressure.
"I think he's skipped out on us. He's probably clubbing somewhere in the city," said Abdul.
Rashid sighed, but then thought, A man's not a man if he doesn't pull at the leash once in a while.
"What club do you suggest?" said Quatre to the taxi driver.
"What do you want? Mexican wrestling, dancing, jazz, comedy, what?"
"Dancing, please."
"Then I'll take you to the club called 'The Circus.'"
Quatre noticed that neighborhood was getting on the rough side, as he passed several restaurants, bars and strips clubs that proudly boasted of "Live Nude Acts." Quatre then said, "This neighborhood's a bit rough, isn't it?"
"Well, if you like something more upscale... "
"No, thank you," Quatre said. I've seen more than enough of that.
Once at the club, he waited in line, paid his fee and got his hand stamped. The stamper looked at him as if suspecting him of using a fake ID, but said nothing. Why did I have to look so young, he thought.
As he walked in, the music was really loud and throbbing. People with hair colors that nature couldn't have imagined were dancing with studs in holes in their ears, nose and lips that nature hadn't provided. As for their clothes, what few natural fibers were there were dyed some really bizarre colors. "Oh, wow," said Quatre. Then he noticed the bar where a woman in a pretty filmy costume and star earrings was mixing up the drinks. He sat himself down.
She smiled at him and said, "What would you like?"
"Um, I'd like a Planters' Punch," Quatre said.
"You got it," she said.
Quatre looked at the dance floor and noticed some of the dancers were dancing with someone of the same sex. One of them caught his eye. A black sleeveless pullover and tight black jeans fitted themselves around a thin muscular frame. But what attracted his attention was the sight of the face and the green eyes he saw when the dancer would throw his head back. He's amazing, Quatre thought, watching as the man gyrate with his companion, a brunette.
"Who's that?" Quatre asked the bartender.
"That's my brother, Trowa," she said. "Interested in him?"
"Um, yeah."
"Many people are."
"Would it be possible for me to talk to him?" he said, sipping the drink. It was pretty sweet, but he could taste the alcohol.
"I'll try to get his attention. My name is Catherine Bloom."
"My name is Quatre Winner."
Catherine waved and Trowa nodded, then walked over when the song was done.
"Catherine?"
"Trowa, meet Quatre. I think he wants to dance with you."
Quatre nearly choked on his drink.
"Well, it's true, isn't it?" said Catherine.
Trowa then took Quatre by the hand unto the dance floor.
"I'm not very good," said Quatre.
"Well, I think everybody else is more concerned about making sure their piercings are seen rather than any imaginary fault that you have."
Oh, he's good, thought Quatre, feeling flushed.
After a few dances, Quatre then said, "Can we talk?"
"Of course."
"So, your name is Trowa Bloom?"
He shook his head. "No, it's Trowa Barton. It's a long story and not that amusing. And yours."
"Quatre Winner. I just came to town today. I'm supposed to learn about running my father's business and set up a branch in the city."
"So, you'll be staying here for a while."
"Looks that way. Live near here?"
"I share a house with my sister and several room mates. It's the only way we can afford to live near work. Otherwise, we'd either have to move or commute from Oakland."
"What is it that you do?"
"I'm an analyst."
Meanwhile, Heero went up to Catherine and said, "Looks like Trowa's made another friend."
Catherine sighed. "It's amazing how people are drawn to him. Where's Duo?"
"He's in the bathroom getting rid of all the beer he drank."
Then she watched as Trowa said something that greatly surprised Quatre, then made him nod vigorously.
"Catherine... " said Trowa as he walked towards her. "He'll be spending the night."
Catherine sighed. "You'll be going home now, is that it?"
Trowa nodded with an embarrassed looking Quatre behind him, then he broke out into a smile.
Oh, she thought, Quatre must've impressed Trowa. I don't see that smile often. "Well, I think Wufei's there with Sally, just so you know."
"We'll be discreet," said Trowa.
"Trowa flicked on the lights. The house was just one of the many on the street that were right next to each other without an inch of space. On the outside, it looked a little worn, but presentable. Now that they were inside, it was warm and cozy, especially with the heater on full blast.
"Remove your shoes, one of our roommates is really strict about that."
Quatre did so, then heard a voice yell, "JET LI is the MAN!"
Quatre looked to see a young man with his black hair in a ponytail rise from the couch watching 'Fist of Legend.'
"Mmmm," remarked a woman with two curls, then she turned to them and said, "Trowa, you're home."
"Yes, this is Quatre."
"I'm Sally. This is Wufei."
Wufei waved then turned back to the TV, imitating his favorite action star. Sally, looking amused, said nothing and continued to drink her coke.
"Roommates," said Trowa.
"I see," said Quatre.
Trowa opened his door and said, "My part of the house." It was a spare place that a monk would've approved of, a bed, dresser, a chair and a lamp. However, there was also a little lion plushie on the dresser.
"How cute," said Quatre, bending over it.
"A childhood toy."
Quatre then turned around to see Trowa had already removed his shirt. Oh, those muscles are just like the ones in his arms, totally cut but not bulky, he thought. Does he have idea the effect he has over me? Of course, that's why he brought you home.
"Make yourself comfortable," as Trowa non-chalantly took off the rest of his clothes.
Briefs, Quatre thought, he wears briefs. He sat on the bed and took off his jacket and carefully folded it. He took off his tie, then his shirt.
"So, are you a top or bottom?" said Trowa. "I'm pretty flexible on that point."
"I have a confession to make," said Quatre.
"What is it?"
"I've never done this type of thing before."
A slight pause. "You mean, you're a virgin."
"Well, yeah," said Quatre, now wanting to hide in a hole deep in the ground. "I'm truly sorry I didn't tell you, but... "
Trowa sat on the chair and crossed his legs. "If you changed your mind... "
"I haven't. I just... "
"Need someone to show you the way."
"Yes."
"I've done it both ways, but when I'm the bottom, I really prefer the guy on top to have some experience. You DO know what those terms mean?" said Trowa.
"I know that much," said Quatre. "So, you'll be on top. . ."
"At least this time."
"Will it hurt?"
"Since this is your first time, a little. I won't get mad if you change your mind."
"No, I want to. I'm just worried about being a disappointment."
Trowa smiled and said, "I doubt that very much and I'll be sure to take extra good care of you."Trowa smiled and said, "I doubt that very much and I'll be sure to take extra good care of you."
Trowa walked toward him, seemingly totally unconscious of his nakedness like Adam before the Fall. He moved with a feline grace, without fear, without shame. That his green eyes reflected a majestic calm and that his body was without flaw just added to his grace. "Lie down," he said.
Quatre lay down. Trowa slowly unzipped Quatre's slacks then pulled them off. Then he laid besides Quatre. For a few seconds, they simply lay together, the sound of their breathing the only sound in the room. Then Trowa quietly brushed Quatre's lips with his thumbs before kissing him gently, teasing him with his tongue. Quatre hesitantly put his arms around him.
"Nervous." The way Trowa said it, it wasn't really a question.
Quatre nodded rather than say anything tongue-tied.
"Don't be," said Trowa.
Quatre closed his eyes when Trowa reach deep inside of him with one lubricated finger then two. "Mmm, feels good." He murmured. Then he felt a hand close around his shaft and felt a thumb rub the foreskin in slow circular motion. "Trowa, I... "
"Shhhh... " he heard. Then he felt Trowa pull out his fingers, only to feel something longer and bigger replace them. Then he couldn't think anymore.
They lay quietly for a while afterwards.
"Could I see you again?" Quatre asked, once some of the afterglow burned off. This just blew my mind, he thought. He just shivered with pleasure, remembering it.
"Well, you know where I live. If you want, it won't be that hard to find me."
"I'll invite you over to my place once everything's moved in."
"I have no problem with that, either."
"It's hard to figure out what you're thinking." Quatre frowned. He sounds so aloof, especially after what just happened. Disappointment began to fill his chest...
"I just don't want to get too excited if it doesn't happen."
I get it now, thought Quatre. It simultaneously relieved him but also made him feel sorry for Trowa. "Other people have disappointed you before, huh?"
Trowa nodded.
"I mean what I say. I want to see you again as soon as possible."
Trowa didn't say anything, but simply kissed him and shut off the light. "I hope you like crepes."
I wonder if I come on a little too strong, thought Quatre.
Quatre woke to find himself alone. Where did he go? Then he saw a folded towel and bathrobe on a chair with a note on top. He picked up the note and saw, "Take a shower and join me for breakfast. Your clothes are being washed."
Wow, this guy thinks of everything, he thought. He noticed that he hadn't looked into Trowa's closet. Curious, he opened it up to see several suits, some skin-tight outfits for going out and a whole bunch of rope, whips and various toys of indeterminate nature and origin. Oh, Quatre thought, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. Next time, it might be... more interesting.
After his shower, he wrapped the bathrobe around him and walked down the stairs to see a flurry of activity in the kitchen.
Wufei was steaming soy milk for his morning latte. Heero was eating rice and pickled vegetables. Duo was eating a blueberry muffin while Sally was blending herself a smoothie. Catherine was busy mixing some really lumpy batter. Trowa was about to say something to her when he noticed Quatre standing in the doorway.
"What do you want for breakfast?" he said, smiling.
Quatre turned red as everybody swung their heads in his direction.
The End
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