15-Feb-2001
This is a rather belated Christmas gift for Laekin, who'd asked for a 1x4. A little late, but here it is.
Title: Mission Valentine
Written: 14.Feb.2001
Pairings: 1x4
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, sap
Rating: NC-17
C&C: Always Welcome!
Special thanks to Stephanie for taking the time to beta-read this and catch the errors I had overlooked.
"Just think of it as a mission, man!"
"A mission?"
"Yup. The most important mission of your life, and your one and only goal is to make Quatre happy. We'll call this... Mission Valentine!"
Heero seemed to consider this for a moment. "Ryokai," he said.
Three days later Heero found himself having second thoughts. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all, but Duo had insisted that Quatre would not only be surprised, but pleased; and after hearing Duo speak non-stop of all the wonderful things one could do on Valentine's Day, Heero finally accepted his advice. He'd taken careful notation of each step to follow and reviewed his plan over the phone with the American boy.
"You made the reservation?"
"As planned!" came Duo's cheerful voice from the other end of the line. "You're doing lunch at noon. I got the second floor of Quatre's favorite restaurant completely cleared. Table ready. They're expecting you."
"Ah..." Heero breathed over the phone. "That's good."
"The car will pick you up from Winner Enterprises at around 11:30. All you gotta do is drag Quatre out. It shouldn't be too difficult," Duo paused. "That is, if you made all the arrangements."
"Yeah," Heero said quietly. He looked down at his laptop and brushed his fingers over the keyboard. He brought up some files on the monitor and studied them for a moment.
"Well, then you're all set! After lunch just call for the car and they'll take you to the hotel. You're just gonna love the room I got for the two of you!"
"Hai."
"Quatre's going to be surprised, but he'll really like this. Trust me, all right? Plus, you got Relena a fucking teddy bear and a card for her birthday! See? That wasn't so bad."
"Relena is a girl."
"Yeah, and Quatre's your boyfriend!"
/Boyfriend./
The word came very natural out of Duo's mouth, but it still sounded alien to Heero's ears. It was true that he and Quatre had been together for almost a year now. They were what one would consider 'a couple'. After all, they did spend a considerable amount of time together, going out to dinner, and sometimes even to movies. He'd accompanied Quatre to several socials, posing as a 'bodyguard' for the Winner heir. Some of those nights, at the parties, he'd end up dancing with Relena, even when all his attention was concentrated on the slim figure of the blond Arab boy, Quatre.
And then, there was the fact that he shared Quatre's bed. Heero kept a small apartment in town, very close to the Preventers' Headquarters. It was convenient, or at least it was supposed to be; but the truth was, he didn't spend much time in that apartment. If he wasn't away on a mission-related trip, staying at some unknown hotel, then it was the norm for him to stay at Quatre's luxurious mansion. For the most part, his own apartment was deserted.
"Hello? You still there?"
"I'm here."
"Just making sure... since you went quiet there for a while," Duo replied, and by his tone of voice, Heero could almost see the wide smile he was wearing on his lips. "I know you haven't done anything like this before, but it won't be so difficult! A little romance in your life isn't gonna hurt." Duo paused for a moment and Heero could hear the sound of something being unwrapped on the other end. A moment later, Duo spoke again, the distinctive sound of chewing gum muffling his speech. "Anyhow, I think I'm gonna let you go now, so you can get ready. If anything comes up, I'll have my pager. Don't hesitate to give me a buzz."
"It won't be necessary."
"No, probably not. And actually, I really hope you won't need me because I'm gonna be... *busy* with Wufei," Duo said cheekily.
Heero immediately understood the implied meaning of Duo's words and nodded. "I won't need to call. It'll be fine."
"Alright! Good luck and have fun!"
"Duo?" Heero was able to catch his attention before he ended the call.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"Not a problem at all, man! Just remember, this is 'Mission Valentine.'" He chuckled softly over the phone. "Take it easy."
Heero put the receiver down and stared at his laptop for a few moments, going over the checklist Duo had given him for this date.
/Suit and tie./ Considering the restaurant they would be attending, and the fact that Quatre was at work, this would be the proper attire. Heero was dressed in charcoal gray jacket and slacks, with a lilac shirt that brought out the intense blue of his eyes.
/Cologne./ He had that one down too, not the 'generous' amounts as Duo had suggested, but just enough to be pleasant without nauseating people around him.
/Card./ He checked the inside pocket of his jacket and patted the red envelope within.
/Flowers./ No. Even when Duo had insisted that he should show up to Quatre's office with a dozen roses, Heero had decided to skip this part of the plan. He was completely confident in the fact that nothing else would be affected by this small omission.
/Gift./ He checked the front pocket of his slacks this time, feeling the small box containing the gold watch he'd bought for Quatre in one of his latest trips to Italy.
Everything was ready. Heero closed down his laptop and headed for the door.
Heero cleared through security and avoided the fastidious check with a permanent company badge, provided by Quatre; he was then allowed to go up to the sixth floor, where the executive offices were located.
Jennifer, the secretary, was sitting there, diligently typing a report or another on her computer. Pausing for a moment, she looked up at Heero. "You're here." She smiled. "Oh, but do you look lovely!" she said, in her sweet voice, and immediately stood up from her chair, picking up a white carnation from a vase on her desk and placing it on Heero's lapel. "There you go. Now you're perfect!" She took a few steps back and looked at Heero, seemingly admiring her final touch.
Heero looked down and whispered a soft 'Thanks', even though he wasn't sure he wanted the flower there.
"But go on," she said, opening the door to Quatre's office. "Master Winner is alone now." She waved her hand a few times, motioning for Heero go in.
Quatre was behind his desk, leaning back on an ample leather chair and loosening the knot of his tie as he spoke on the phone. He looked over at Heero and smiled, raising his index finger once to indicate that he would be done in just a moment.
Heero took a seat on a chair across the desk, crossing his arms as he waited for Quatre to end his phone call. He watched the profile of the blond young man very carefully, taking in every detail of his boyish face. After five years, he still resembled the young boy that Heero had seen playing with dogs in a beach, not so far away. The light in his eyes had only become brighter with the passage of time...
Heero was jarred back to reality when he heard Jennifer close the door and then her delicate steps as she retreated to her own desk.
"Finally!" Quatre sighed as he put down the phone and then rolled on his chair, turning to look at Heero. "I thought that man was never going to let me go," he said and covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he yawned.
"You work too hard."
"Oh, yeah?" Quatre stood up from his chair and walked around the desk to sit on Heero's lap. "Look who's talking," he said softly. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and greeted him with a sweet kiss.
Heero responded with the same affection, brushing the tips of his fingers over Quatre's chin. "I'm not working now."
Quatre pulled back a little and watched Heero through long, golden eyelashes. "No, you certainly aren't. No Preventer's uniform today." He tilted his head to the side and looked down at Heero. "You look good... and smell even better," he said, breathing in Heero's essence, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Where are you going?"
"Lunch. With you."
Disappointment was clear on Quatre's face. "Oh...I'm sorry, Heero. I don't think that will be possible," he said apologetically.
"It's Valentine's Day."
Quatre gasped softly and then bowed his head, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks. "Oh, Heero. I didn't think you would remember...or care, actually." Quatre shook his head. "I thought we would just see each other tonight. I have the entire day booked...appointment after appointment." He lifted his head and looked up at Heero. "I'm really sorry. I will be free after dinner, though."
"You are free," Heero said simply.
"What do you mean?" Quatre looked at Heero for a moment and then stood up. He walked back to his computer to check on his appointments for the day. It had not occurred to him, that the name of each appointment for that day had a mysterious resemblance. Mr. Oreeh at noon, and Mr. Rohyuy at two. And the list continued, each of the names only turning out to be a combination of the letters in Heero's name. Quatre's eyes widened in surprise and then he laughed. "I can't believe you did this!"
"You're mine." Heero smiled softly, one of those rare smiles that softened his stern features, one of those smiles that seemed to be reserved only for Quatre.
"I still can't believe you did this! How did you fool Jennifer like that?" Quatre said, still laughing. "She's in on this too, isn't she?"
Heero simply shrugged.
"I should've known..." Quatre shook his head a little and smiled, picking up his jacket from the chair and putting it back on. "Let me take you to a nice restaurant then," he said.
"No. I'm taking you." Heero stood up and walked towards Quatre. He took him by the hand and pulled him out of the office.
"Have fun!" Jennifer called out as they entered the elevator to leave the building.
"Take the rest of the day off, Jen!" Quatre said, right before the elevator doors closed.
The car had been waiting outside for them at 11:30, just as Duo had planned. Quatre had not even been surprised to see his chauffeur behind the wheel. It seemed everyone was in on this 'surprise', and he wondered what else Heero had prepared for him today.
"So where are we going?" Quatre asked, his eyes shining with excitement.
"You'll see." Heero brought an arm around Quatre's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.
Quatre sighed contentedly and leaned into Heero's embrace. It wasn't everyday that Heero planned a lunch date. For the most part, it was Quatre who took care of all their dates, always surprising the Japanese boy with little details.
"I love you," Quatre whispered. But as usual, Heero did not reply; he simply tightened the embrace.
After several years, Heero Yuy was still the quiet boy he'd been at fifteen. It had taken Quatre some time, and a lot of patience to break down through the barriers that Heero had built around himself. Still, quiet or not, Heero had changed. He allowed his emotions to come through a little more clearly now, even when he wasn't very vocal about them. In the back of his mind Quatre knew, or at least he hoped, that the feelings of love were mutual.
"We're here," Heero finally broke the silence, as the car parked. The chauffeur opened the door and they both stepped out of the car.
Quatre looked up at the restaurant and smiled brightly. "I love this place!"
"I know." Heero led him in, and after giving the hostess the name 'Yuy' they were guided to their table on the second floor of the French restaurant.
Their assigned table was at the center of the room, neatly arranged with silverware, glasses and napkins. Soft music played in the background as they sat down, and a few moments later, the servers began entering with trays of food and chilled wine.
It was fillet mignon and mashed potatoes with mushrooms for Quatre, smoked salmon and crème of asparagus soup for Heero. They ate in silence, exchanging soft smiles and significant looks each time their eyes locked. Heero indulged in wine, while Quatre sipped on water and raspberry ice tea.
Quatre put his fork down and picked up his napkin to wipe his lips. "Let's go to my house after lunch," he said softly, a twinkle of mischief in his eye.
"Can't. Sorry."
"Oh? Why not?" Quatre frowned.
Heero took one more bite from his food before putting his fork down. "We're going somewhere else."
The frown disappeared from Quatre's face, giving way to a wide smile. "Another surprise?"
"Maybe."
At Quatre's request, they skipped dessert and left the restaurant. But between laughter and suggestive looks from Quatre, none of them took notice of the small red envelope that slipped out of Heero's jacket and fell on the ground, when he took out his wallet to pay the bill.
Heero couldn't help smiling when he saw the look of surprise on Quatre's face as they entered their hotel room. The nuptial suite of the most exclusive hotel in town, no less. Duo had outdone himself.
The bed was not big, but huge; it was even bigger than the king-size Quatre had in his own room. Or maybe it simply looked that way due to all the fluffy red pillows and the quilted, white spread covering the bed. The jacuzzi in the center of the room had the shape of a heart, a bucket of ice containing a bottle of non-alcoholic cider and chilled glasses rested next to it.
Each step of the plan had been carried out satisfactorily. And now it was time to give Quatre his gift.
"Quatre," Heero said softly, but before he could say anymore, warm and velvety lips were pressed to his.
Without breaking the kiss, Heero pushed the wool jacket of Quatre's shoulders, quick fingers sliding up to to unknot the neck tie; one by one, the buttons of Quatre's shirt came undone until the soft skin of his chest was exposed to Heero's mouth.
A soft little whimper came from Quatre's mouth. "Ah...Heero, that's so... so..."
"Good," Heero completed the sentence with a soft whisper. He smiled to himself as Quatre's body reacted, shivering under the trail of kisses he left along his torso.
"Yes," Quatre said softly. "So good..."
Quatre's words brought a smirk to Heero's face. He knew he had changed in the past few years, and perhaps he was in fact going 'soft', as Duo had suggested on several occasions. However, there was an inherent quality to his personality, one that would never change: Efficiency.
Heero moved his hands down to Quatre's waist and unbuckled his belt, lowering the slacks around slim hips; he pushed the soft cotton undergarments to the side and knelt down, leaning in for a quick nip at the soft skin between Quatre's legs. Before the blond boy could lose his balance, Heero already had a firm grip on his buttocks, steadying him and massaging at the same time.
Quatre moaned softly, his hands lowering down to Heero's shoulders as his hips began rhythmically rocking back and forth, pushing himself deeper into Heero's mouth. His respiration became more agitated with each movement, faster and faster, until he was nearly panting.
Heero groaned and opened his mouth even wider to take Quatre's full length, twirling his tongue around the head, while his hands caressed the soft and tender sack at the base of Quatre's cock; and he nibbled and kissed, and teased with teeth, and tongue, and lips. He suckled on Quatre's flesh, harder and harder until Quatre's body became rigid for just a few seconds, and then relaxed again as his warm release filled Heero's mouth.
"Heero..." Quatre moaned softly and he leaned forward to hug him, running his fingers through mussed dark hair.
Heero pulled away slowly, licking salty remnants of his lover's seed from the side of his mouth. He looked up at Quatre with flushed lips and passion-glazed eyes, and then pulled him down to the floor to sit with him.
"That wasn't fair," Quatre cooed, pushing Heero's bangs away from his eyes. "I didn't even get to touch you." And before he finished the sentence his hands had wormed their way inside Heero's shirt.
Heero closed his eyes and moistened his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. "We can always remedy that," he said, a moan escaping his lips as Quatre's thumb and index found one of his nipples and began rubbing softly.
"All clothes off," Quatre said, playfully. "In the jacuzzi."
"In the jacuzzi," Heero almost purred.
Their lips met once more in a lingering kiss, and they dropped all their garments on the floor, exposing soft and heated flesh to the touch. They immersed in the jacuzzi and continued kissing, touching, stroking, the sensations intensified by the soft vibrations of the water.
"I love you," Quatre whispered, his fingers circling around Heero's erection.
"Ah..." Heero arched his back taking Quatre in his arms, lowering him on his lap, and then he searched for Quatre's opening under the warm water, probing for only a moment before inserting one and then a second finger.
Heero could feel the tight ring of Quatre's muscles relaxing around his fingers, and Quatre's hard flesh rubbing against his stomach. He continued preparing and stroking Quatre, until he felt sweet kisses on his neck, and the kisses were followed by not so gentle little bites that would surely leave a mark. Heero tossed his head back and moaned, feeling his control slip away as he replaced slick fingers with his own throbbing erection.
Quatre cried out and pulled back a little, and then he buried his face on Heero's neck once more, whimpering softly against the warm skin. Heero gasped as Quatre spread his legs further apart and then circled them around his waist, sheathing his full length.
Heero thrust his hips back and forth and soon Quatre had caught up to his nearly-frantic rhythm, the warm water splashing their bodies. It was sweet, and it was hot, and it was wild all at once, the sensations overwhelming him as Quatre's muscles tightened and relaxed around him. But it wouldn't end like this, not so soon, not so fast. Heero took a deep breath and held Quatre's hips, slowing him down until they were merely bouncing, very softly against each other, buoyant bodies in the shallow water.
"No, no..." Quatre gritted his teeth as he lifted Heero's chin with both hands and kissed him passionately. "Don't slow now..."
It was all Quatre had to say to completely drive Heero over the edge. As much as he'd wanted to prolong the moment, he knew that it would not last much longer. Quatre's body felt delicious against his own, warm and soft, the way it always felt. And there was something else about Quatre, something that Heero had never been able to explain, something that not only made his body ache with desire but also made him very aware of his emotions.
Heero reached down between their bodies and took Quatre's hard shaft in his hand, pumping and stroking, reveling on the soft cries of pleasure coming from Quatre's mouth. He thrust his hips up, driving himself deep inside of Quatre until he knew he could go no further; his fingers continued touching, caressing, pressing firmly at the head and then at the base of Quatre's cock.
Heero felt Quatre's violent shudders, and he lost himself in the sensations, lost himself in his own pleasure as he climaxed with a loud cry. Discharges of electricity ran up and down Heero's spine, and he simply rocked, back and forth, riding the last waves of pleasure.
He brought his arms around Quatre and hugged him tightly, one hand sliding up to stroke the silky strands of gold on his lover's head.
Quatre sighed softly and rested his cheek on Heero's shoulder. "What did I do to deserve you?" He smiled softly, his passion completely sated.
Heero leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Quatre's neck.
They rested there for a moment, until Heero decided it was time to come out of the tub. Quatre had resisted, but after a splash war, Heero had won the battle and dragged the smaller boy out of the water.
He lifted Quatre's body out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. Then he picked up another one and lightly patted the excess water from his hair. Once they were both semi-dry, he took Quatre's hand and led him to the bed.
"I have something for you," Heero said.
"Actually, I have something for you too," Quatre said, reaching out to play with Heero's wet bangs.
Heero looked at Quatre for a moment. "You first."
"You're not going to believe it..." Quatre smiled mischievously and stood up from the bed, allowing the towel to fall on the ground, as he walked over to retrieve his clothes without any inhibitions.
Heero wrapped the towel around his waist and walked over to pick up the bottle of sparkling cider. "Let's have a toast," he said. "It's non-alcoholic," he added, before Quatre could protest, and he poured the two glasses.
"To our first Valentine's Day together, then!" Quatre tossed his pants on the bed and took the glass Heero was offering him.
Heero nodded and made his his glass slightly click with Quatre's. He sat on the bed and took a small sip from his drink.
Quatre smiled and then sat down next to Heero, taking the glass away from his hand and placing it on the floor, next to his own. He reached inside his pants and took out a set of keys. "I wanted you to come back to the house and see it... but I guess you can see it tonight." he took Heero's hand and placed the keys on his palm. "Porsche Carrera. Latest model."
Heero's eyes widened as he looked down at the keys. "Quatre...I..."
"Shh... don't say anything." Quatre placed his hand on Heero's lips. "I've been wanting to get something special for you for the longest time. I just didn't know what to get. I thought you'd like this."
Heero felt his cheeks color when he thought of the small box containing the watch he'd bought for Quatre, and just how insignificant a gift it would be compared to what Quatre had just given him.
Up until then, the plan he'd made with Duo had worked out to perfection, but neither of them had counted on something like this.
"Your turn!" Quatre said, there was a tinge of curiosity in his blue eyes. "What did you get?"
Heero bowed his head for a moment. "It's...nothing," he said quietly and then looked up again, meeting Quatre's eyes.
"Nothing?" Quatre tilted his head to the side.
"Nothing compared to *this*," Heero said, closing his fist around the set of keys.
"Oh...Heero!" Quatre wrapped his arms around Heero's neck and kissed him softly. "It doesn't matter what it is. I will like it!"
Heero pulled back and reached down for his pants, extracting the small gift box he'd brought for Quatre. "Open it."
He watched as small fingers wrestled with the tiny bow, and the red paper he'd used to carefully wrap the diminutive box. A bright smile formed on Quatre's lips as he held the gold pocket watch Heero had bought for him. "I love it!" he said, and he took one of Heero's hands and kissed his palm. "It's perfect."
"There's something else," Heero said. He picked up his jacket and searched the inside pocket...and then searched the other side, frowning a little as he realized that the card was nowhere to be found. "Dammit," he muttered under his breath.
This was going wrong. After all the careful planning he'd not counted on something like this. First Quatre's splendid gift, and now he'd lost the card he'd filled out for Quatre the night before.
"What is it, Heero?" Quatre asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.
"The restaurant," Heero said, as something in the back of his mind hinted at the whereabouts of the card. "I have to go." He stood up and began getting dressed.
"Go where?" Quatre frowned. "What's going on, Heero?"
"I lost it," he said, as he began buttoning his shirt. "I lost your card."
"Well...that's okay. You don't have to go back for it," Quatre said gently.
"I'll go get it," Heero said.
"No, no." Quatre pushed Heero down on the bed, covering his face with kisses. "Just tell me what it said."
Heero looked up at him for a moment and then brought his arms around him in a tight and warm embrace. "It was a Valentine's Day card... and it said...'If I could give you the world, I would. But the only thing I have is my heart, which is what I give to you now.' And then I wrote... 'I love you' and signed my name."
Quatre closed his eyes and lowered his face on Heero's chest. "I love you too, Heero. You have given me the best present I could have ever wished for."
Heero smiled softly, thinking of Duo's words. He had been right; a little romance in his life could not hurt. Not everything had gone as planned, but this had not been a mission failure after all.
"I love you," Heero whispered. And it felt good to say those words. He rubbed his chin atop Quatre's head, enjoying the sweet scent of his hair.
~ Fin ~
DaMoyre
(:./damoyre/valentine)
