18-Sep-2000
Title: Temptation
Author: Jade
Pairing: 1x4
Rating: NC-17 overall, this part R
Warning: yaoi, lemon, PWP
Disclaimers: don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell
The mission went badly from the start. The estimate of enemy mobile suits was way off, underestimated by at least half. The location coordinates were wrong, and the Gundams lost the element of surprise by having to travel over land the remaining distance. Still, they had to try to complete the mission. Quatre and Heero were paired up for the mission. It seemed to be the scientists' plan to mix up the teams lately. Perhaps they thought Quatre's gentle nature would complement Heero's more aggressive style.
Their mission was to destroy the base, but with the sheer number of mobile suits present, they were soon forced to retreat. There was a safehouse in the area, according to the mission briefing, and it was mutually agreed to meet there if they became separated.
The mobile suits gave chase, however, and Quatre, in Sandrock, was hampered by the fact that his Gundam was slower.
"Quatre! Go! I'll hold them off!" Heero's voice came over the speaker. Wing Zero zoomed overhead, blasting away.
Just then, Sandrock took another hit, and Quatre had to admit he was a liability at this point. "Don't self-destruct on me, Heero!" Quatre pleaded as he took out one last mobile suit before making his escape. Slow as Sandrock was, it was still faster than his enemies, and as Quatre made his escape, he heard Heero's voice over the speaker.
"I don't plan on it, Quatre. Dying hurts like hell," Heero said seriously.
"See you at the safehouse!" Quatre cried as he went out of range.
When his Gundam was safely hidden, Quatre set about exploring the safehouse, checking the supplies and readying it for inhabitation. The rendezvous with the rest of the pilots wasn't for a week, and they were to lie low until that time.
The safehouse was an unfamiliar one, because they were in a part of the world Quatre had never visited before. It was nothing special, a cabin really, tucked away in the mountains. It was adequate for their purpose, though it only had one bed. Sometimes he thought the scientists had a very warped sense of humor.
Quatre wasn't too worried about Heero, though the brown haired boy didn't show up right away. He knew his uchuu no kokoro would tell him if something was wrong. As if on cue, Quatre suddenly collapsed from internal pain. "Heero!"
When Quatre regained consciousness, he knew Heero was in trouble. He could do nothing to help, however, because his uchuu no kokoro wasn't a tracking system. All he could do was wait. All he could tell was that Heero was indeed alive, but in a great deal of pain.
Several hours later, Quatre was awakened by the unmistakable sound of a Gundam landing. He rushed out the door to see Heero do his trademark head-first landing out of the cockpit. He ran to Heero and carried him inside. Quatre was a lot stronger than most people gave him credit for, and Heero was not much bigger than he was.
Gently laying Heero on the bed, Quatre anxiously spoke. "Heero? Can you hear me? Heero?" He started checking the brown-haired boy for obvious signs of injury. Biting back embarrassment, Quatre gently removed Heero's shirt. Despite the situation, Quatre couldn't help but admire Heero's finely sculpted muscles as he took off the shirt. Heero seemed to be unconscious. Quatre very gently ran his fingers over Heero's ribs, looking for anything broken. As he touched one area, Heero gasped and his eyes flew open.
"Broken," Heero groaned in pain. Quatre nodded.
"I think I can wrap that," Quatre said, and went to get the kit. Soon, Heero had surgical tape wrapped all around his torso to immobilize it. Heero's lean, hard torso… Quatre forced his mind back to the task at hand.
"Better," Heero murmured.
"Where else does it hurt, Heero?" Quatre asked.
"Left ankle," Heero answered.
Quatre carefully removed Heero's shoes and socks, then found that he still couldn't easily check the ankle. He swallowed.
"Heero? I can't get to your ankle. I need to, uh, take your pants off," Quatre stammered.
Heero nodded, seemingly oblivious to Quatre's discomfort.
Quatre thought to himself, I hope he doesn't wear underwear, I mean I hope he does, oh, no, I'm so confused! As the blond boy unbuttoned the pants, he saw with mixed emotions that Heero wore black boxers. The boxers did little, however, to hide what a truly incredible body Heero possessed. As Heero lifted his hips to help Quatre ease the pants off, the boxers pulled tight and Quatre closed his eyes so he wouldn't stare at the outline of Heero's large… Quatre realized his eyes weren't completely shut. He quickly closed his eyes and continued to tug the pants off. However, since he wasn't watching what he was doing, he felt his hand brush the soft material of the boxers, and felt… Quatre's eyes flew open in embarrassment as he realized what he had just brushed against. Quatre hoped against hope, guiltily, that Heero was in too much pain to notice. He was afraid, however, to look up and meet those cobalt eyes for fear that he was found out. So he concentrated on pulling the pants the rest of the way off without hurting Heero any more.
It was about this time that Quatre realized he had another problem. His body was reacting predictably to touching a nearly naked Heero. Quatre realized he was half-hard and rising fast, and even though he wore loose pants, if he got much harder he wouldn't be able to hide it.
Quatre looked slowly back up the length of Heero's body. He knew he shouldn't, shouldn't feast his eyes on that lithe form, and that sight certainly wasn't doing his problem any good, but he couldn't help himself. His eyes traveled up, over powerful legs, those thin boxers, that flat stomach, that toned chest, those full lips, those deep cobalt eyes… eyes that were staring back at him curiously.
"Quatre?" Heero asked. "Are you ok?"
Quatre dragged his mind back from contemplation of Heero's amazing body. He tried to sound normal. "Yes, of course!" Quatre now also had to hide the fact that he was hard as a rock. "Let's look at that ankle."
They decided after some inspection that the ankle was badly sprained but not broken. Quatre immobilized it as best he could, then convinced Heero to take some painkillers so he could get some badly needed rest.
As Heero drifted off to sleep, Quatre realized he was tired as well. Quatre usually slept naked, but since there was only one bed, and his erection still refused to subside, the blond pilot decided sleeping in his boxers might be prudent.
I can do this, Quatre thought. I've shared beds with the other pilots lots of times. I just hope I don't roll over and grope him in the middle of the night... He instructed his subconscious to behave as he carefully climbed in the small bed, as far away from Heero as possible. It was going to be a long night...
To be continued...
(:./jade/temptation1)
