20-Oct-2000
This is for Holly, who asked me for a 3x4.
"Days After" is giving me writer's block anyways, so a break is useful.
Hope you like it.
Warnings: Yaoi, Shonen Ai, may have some citrus, AU (?) and I might go OOC, but I don't think so.
()=thoughts/interludes? Well...yeah...kinda...
"Put your hands down. I'm the one who surrendered first, remember?"
The slim blonde pilot slowly walked towards his taller, more muscular counterpart with tentative, almost mincing steps. But there was a calm confidence in them that belied the nervous demeanor. (So young...small, too...but he fought me to a draw. Could he be my age? His eyes...innocent. Could my eyes have looked like that if things had been different?)
"I'm Quatre. Quatre Reberba Winner."
"..."
"The perimeter probably got an alert off. I can offer you a safe place to hide until the reinforcements and investigators have moved on."
The taller pilot's gaze swept the awaiting Maguanacs, the remains of the base, and then his visible eye unfocused for a moment in concentration.
"I've got a transport for my gundam a half kilometer from here. Can you help me retrieve it?"
"What? Yes. Yes we can." Quatre toggled an audio pickup on his collar.
"Rashid, we'll have company for dinner tonight. We need to pick up his transportation on the way."
"Yes, Master Quatre."
Almost imperceptibly, the nameless (Older? No. He can't be older than me, can he? He looks my age...but those eyes. Something in them is older than I think either of us will live. What happened to you?) pilot raised an eyebrow.
"Master?"
Quatre was actually blushing under the pilot's sardonic gaze.
"It's a long story..."
"Shouldn't we get going?"
"Oh, yes...sorry. This is sort of new to me. I honestly wasn't sure if you were from the colonies or..."
"We should go." (What is he thinking? We don't have time for this. They're coming.)
"Yes. Sorry." (What am I thinking? I'm putting the Maguanacs in danger, as well as ourselves. I need to focus.)
The two gundams disengaged themselves, and the Maguanacs formed a defensive wedge around the two distinctive mobile suits, following the mysterious pilot's guidance.
They found the truck at the same time that an OZ carrier came on Abba's radar.
"Master Quatre, we'll need to hurry. You can make the safehouse easily, but I'm not sure how fast that carrier can move."
"Alright. I'll speak to the other pilot."
"Umm...you there? Sorry, I don't know your name. (I sound like a fool. Confidence, Quatre! People depend on you!) Can one of my men bring your carrier later so that we don't compromise the base?"
"Yes." (I hope I'm not making a mistake.)
"Alright. Let's move, then." (He still hasn't told me his name)."
(This house is beautiful. How can a terrorist afford all this? And those men? There's more here than I think I'll be able to find out, unless he...Quatre...tells me. Careful. You could get too close. You already know his name. That's not a good idea. Can't endanger any facet of my Operation. If I was to compromise another gundam pilot, the entire thing could be at risk. )
(Music. Music always helps me relax. Chin, fingers on strings. Bow. The mission was a success. Why do I feel so tense? Ammad got in fine with the carrier. No-one has followed us. I should relax. Why hasn't he told me his name? Calling him "hey, you" is so...childish. I don't understand him at all. )
The taller pilot stood in the doorway for a moment listening to the sounds of the violin. Music. How long had it been since he played?
(Never had time in the field, or when I was building HeavyArms. There's time now.)
Slowly, he stepped to the glass case and removed a flute that felt old, but extremely well cared for. The farmiliar bite of the cool metal on his lips was sweet and gentle as he began to blow through the reed.
Quatre stopped for a moment, and then began a counterpoint to the tall pilot's melody. They played for a half hour before the taller pilot gently set the flute back in the case.
"That was...something I haven't been able to do in awhile. Thank you."
"You still haven't told me your name."
(Too close. But...)
"You can call me Trowa. Trowa Barton."
(Trowa...it fits...Why can't I stop looking at your eyes?)
"Trowa..." The smaller pilot was tasting the name in his mouth after letting his mind digest it.
"Dinner will be ready soon. Would you like to eat with me tonight? It must be lonely eating in the kitchen late."
"You knew?"
Quatre actually giggled. "I own this house...and the kitchen staff..."
"...and they talk to the boss when he asks them questions."
(Did he actually smile? Just a little?)
"Well, yes...but I don't threaten them or anything. I like talking to all of them...they're good people."
(How can he be so trusting and be such a ruthless fighter? I don't understand. What's inside him?)
"I don't quite understand...I'm used to the ones in charge giving the orders, and the ones on the bottom doing what they're told. The freedom here is...the way people act..."
(He's been ordered and pushed around all his life. I can tell...is that what makes his eyes burn? No...there's something else inside him...)
"I should leave after this evening, but...yes...I'll join you for dinner."
(He's leaving. Knew he would. He has to. But why don't I like it?)
"Where will....wait. I shouldn't ask that. I'll just say good luck, and if you need a safehouse set up, I can arrange one rather easily. I'll have Adda give you information on how to contact the Maguanacs before you go."
(He's still trying to help me. Why? All I've done is break armor off his gundam, eat his food, avoid him, and play his instruments. What makes you want to care about me? And why can't I stop myself from wondering?)
The next few weeks were busy and disheartening. Quatre met another gundam pilot, and the two of them watched as a fourth of their number self-destructed in the eyes of the world.
But Quatre took heart that Trowa was there to take him away, and he knew that "Heero" would be fine under his care.
He trusted him.
They met again not in friendship, but at opposite sides of a battle.
"Don't come any closer!" (I...no....Yes...don't listen to me...NO....LISTEN....DON'T COME NEAR ME...I HATE YOU. YOU'RE THE ENEMY. Or...are you? I...you...are we...do I...what is going on?)
"Quatre!!!" (I can't let this happen to you. Quatre, you can't end up like me. Quatre, please...let me help you...)
"I SAID DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!" (ENEMY!)
"Quatre...Quatre, you have to wake up..." (I don't want you to be like me...don't want you to lose that innocence...Quatre...)
"Quatre, I think you're wrong..."(I have to make you listen...have to make you see...please...I don't care about Operation M. I don't care about my mission. Right now, I need to save you.)
"Trowa!" (What am I doing? ENEMY! No! No! he's...no...Trowa...what is going on inside me...what's...)
"This battle is not absolute...The colonies...OZ....In out hearts, we're the only ones we can rely upon to fight, and then find the solution to our problems. We're not what's needed anymore, Quatre. Please...turn back. Be the gentle Quatre that you are. That I know you really are." (That I...love? Do I love you? Is that...?)
"TROWA! Heero, let go of me! Trowa is dying! Please!" (No...I've been so...wrong...Trowa...Trowa...don't die...you can't die...)
"Please...don't be too hard on him, Heero..." ( I love you, Quatre. I'm sorry I was never able to tell you.)
And all their hopes and fears were burned away in a flash of light and fire.
"Trowa? Is that you...Trowa?" (Duo's right...there's something different in his eyes...it's like the fires have gone out...but there's still embers smouldering...Trowa...I...)
"Do I know you?" (Cold...cold...Innocent? Yes...he's so Innocent again...again? What...why? Who are you...why do I feel so much better seeing you?)
"Trowa...I...I'm so sorry..."(I did this...Trowa...I...Trowa...Please...come back to me Trowa...I...I don't understand what I feel about you, but...please...I want to feel it again. Come back to me...)
"CATHY!" (Can't let you get hurt! Wing 0...It's the only way I'll make it in time.)
(What am I seeing? Quatre...I...we...we almost...I stopped you...I brought you...back? And you're trying to do the same for me? You're still trying to help me...Quatre...)
They found a darkened corner of Peacemillion's pilot quarters. Both men had walked through their own hells, and the one had pulled the other through.
"You remember..." (How can I even look you in the eye? I nearly killed you. I did kill hundreds.)
"I remember, Quatre. Quatre...please...look at me..."(Don't run from me, Quatre...I forgive you...let me forgive you...forgive yourself...)
"Trowa..." The smaller pilot nearly fell into an embrace as sobs began to rack his body.
"Shhh...Quatre...I understand...it's okay...and you are still the kind and gentle Quatre...the Quatre I love."
"Trowa...you mean that?"(I think that's the bravest thing I've ever seen you do...you love me. Me? And I...I...)
"More than anything." (Always. And I'm not going to leave you again.)
"I...Trowa...I...I love you, too. I think I finally understand what I've been feeling...and I was so scared that you...that I..."
Trowa slowly shifted, and kissed Quatre gently on his cheek, letting his lips soak away tears.
Slowly, Quatre began to kiss Trowa on his cheek, then neck, lips. They spoke to each other with their bodies.
Kisses, not words.
Caresses, not sentences.
Trowa gently let his hand rest on Quatre's shirt.
"We could..."
"Are you..."
"If you are."
Quatre answered by slowly kissing Trowa as he slid the taller pilot's pants off. Trowa let his hands wander over Quatre's chest to begin to undo the buttons on his vest and shirt, breaking the kiss only to slide the shirt off Quatre's arms.
Quatre half murmured, half sighed with pleasure as Trowa's hands ran acrost his chest, causing gooseflesh everywhere he touched. Eyes closed, he let his hands move across Trowa's lap, thighs, bottom. He could feel Trowa's arousal heightening.
"Mmm...I'm not quite sure how to do this..."
Quatre slowly let himself slide out of Trowa's arms and into a kneeling position, sizing up what he was about to do. Then, gently, he took Trowa's member into his mouth, letting his lips caress the sweet flesh, slowly working it back so his body would get used to it, and he could halt his gag reflex.
"Ohh...That...that's a good start."
Trowa felt like his entire body was on fire, with the flames leaping from Quatre's body to his. This was nothing like before. (This is what it's supposed to be like. I think I understand Heero and Duo better, now.)
Quatre began to slowly let himself move up and down upon Trowa, nipping, licking, tickling with his tongue. Strangely, Trowa had an urge to laugh start to rise inside him.
"Quatre...wait...I'm going to get off if you keep that up..." (Not that I'm complaining...but I want to give this to you, as well...)
"I thought that was the general idea." (When did I get such a dirty mind? )
"Let me give something to you..."
"You've given me more than I think either of us will ever know, but...yes...I want whatever you'll give me, Trowa."
(Thank you, Quatre...)
There were tears in Trowa's eyes as he slowly slid Quatre's slacks down off him, and the silk boxers followed. Slowly, they started kissing again, neither one quite able to take the next step, but both desperately wanting it.
Finally, Trowa slowly Turned Quatre in his arms, kissing his neck, back, shoulders, slowly spreading him and supporting.
"Are you ready?" (I hope I don't hurt you...I never want to hurt you...)
"Yes." (This will hurt, but I know you'll make it worth it.)
"Oh..." Quatre gasped as Trowa slowly began to fill him, moving slowly and letting their bodies understand the new sensations they were experiencing. Gently, both began to rock, moving against each other, letting their bodies speak again.
A perfect language of hearts.
A perfect moment in time.
Trowa couldn't hold back any longer. It felt like a geyser burst from inside him as he orgasmed, with Quatre following a moment later, knees beginning to buckle as they slid onto the floor, sweaty and spent.
"Can we stay like this for awhile?" (A question. A hope.)
"We can stay like this forever."(A promise.)
End
Hope you liked it, Holly!
C&C much appreciated.
(:./bza/ember)
