Jul 3, 2000
Revised: March 31, 2001
This is the (finally!) completed story, "Quatre's Choice." The first three parts were posted on mailing lists and Gundam Wing Addiction a while ago, but have been reworked and revised. I hope that you enjoy the story.
WARNING! This fic has both yaoi AND non-yaoi lemon in it, and is not intended for minors.
Just for the sake of pretending like I have a legal leg to stand on, I figured I should mention here that I did not create Gundam Wing, that I have no rights to the series and that I mean no disrespect whatsoever to the creators, nor is this story meant to be taken as a claim to either the characters or the situations which were not created by me. Also, I not only have no money, I'm in debt past my eyeballs, and suing me would be pretty durn pointless since there wouldn't be anything to gain by it.
Gee, I hope that does it. ^_~
Quatre Raberba Winner was having the best day of his life. Soft music filled the air in his spacious apartment, mingling with the rich aroma of gourmet food and the heady scent of roses. The young blond's eyes sparkled as he lit two candles on the carefully laid table, and he smiled and danced gracefully on his way to the kitchen, humming softly, filled with happy anticipation. Any minute now, Trowa would arrive. They'd have a wonderful dinner, and go out on the balcony to look at the stars, and... and... Quatre knew that the other Gundam pilots had already made certain assumptions about Trowa and himself, assumptions which he and Trowa had not challenged. Duo had been blunt enough in his comments, and had made it clear that the other pilots didn't mind if the two of them were involved.
The problem was, Trowa seemed to mind. He and Quatre spent almost all their spare time together, and while Quatre had tried to let Trowa know he wouldn't mind an advance or two, the older pilot had never made a move. In his life, Quatre had never even been kissed... not really. Not the serious, love-you kind of kiss. Not the kind of kiss he wanted to share with Trowa. Duo had implied that there was more to it than kissing, and Quatre hadn't wanted to betray his ignorance to find out more. It could be such a trial at times, growing up so sheltered. Quatre longed to hold Trowa, to be held by him and kissed by him. And tonight, he was determined to make it happen, even if he had to become the aggressor himself. If Trowa used one of the standard tactics to get some distance, Quatre would leap on him, brush his long bangs out of the way and capture the surprised pilot's mouth with his own...
A sudden knock startled Quatre out of his reverie, and with an elated grin he ran to the door.
"Trowa!" he said, smiling breathlessly at the solemn teenager.
"I brought wine," the older boy said in his quiet voice, offering the bottle to Quatre and politely waiting to be ushered in. His stomach suddenly aflutter with nervous butterflies, Quatre quickly invited his guest in and set about pouring two glasses of the wine. The ringing of the kitchen timer spared him from having to say anything, and he gave Trowa a quick, jittery smile before dashing off to bring the food to the table. Trowa merely watched him with the same inscrutable expression as always, patiently waiting for him to finish fussing with the food. Quatre finally raised his eyes to meet Trowa's, and his breath caught in his throat for a long moment.
"Shall we?" Trowa asked, and the two of them sat and began a silent meal, Quatre struggling to swallow the exquisite food and desperately searching his mind for something, anything to talk about. Trowa was watching him closely, and there was something strange about that gaze today, some odd undercurrent of feeling that made him uneasy. When the meal was finally over, the two boys silently made their way to the balcony with their glasses of wine.
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Quatre sighed, gazing up at the starry sky in awe. Trowa took his wine glass from him and set them both on the balcony rail, and Quatre crossed his arms self-consciously and gave his friend a nervous smile. Trowa was acting so strangely tonight. He was so much quieter than usual, and Quatre found himself squirming under Trowa's uncomfortably intense gaze.
"Beautiful," Trowa answered, but he wasn't looking at the sky. One long-fingered hand rose to gently rest on Quatre's shoulder, and the little blond turned to say something, raising his head to meet Trowa's eyes... and the taller pilot leaned down suddenly and kissed him, gripping Quatre's arms and pulling his slender body in closer.
"Trowummmph," Quatre said as Trowa's tongue forced its way into his mouth. Quatre's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to use his own tongue to push the invader back out. Trowa pulled him even closer with a muffled groan, pressing his slender body against Quatre's, and the little blond realized at last that this was what he had wanted, that Trowa was kissing him and holding him under the stars. His heart filling suddenly with joy, Quatre closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his own arms around Trowa's neck. With one graceful move, Trowa swept the smaller boy up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom, drinking in his deliriously happy sigh.
"Are you sure you want this?" Trowa asked in a whisper as he gently lowered Quatre to his feet. The boy nodded, his long lashes brushing against blushing cheeks as he lowered his gaze shyly. In an impulsive gesture, Quatre leaned up on his toes to kiss Trowa again, deliberately pressing against Trowa's tall, lean body, moaning softly. The taller boy returned the kiss with fervor and slowly began undoing the buttons on Quatre's shirt. Quatre broke off the kiss in surprise as his shirt slid down along his arms, leaving his chest bare.
"Trowa," he mumbled uncertainly, but Trowa bent to tease one pale nipple with his mouth, and Quatre was lost in the new wash of sensation, his hands rising to pull weakly at Trowa's hair as the delicate sucking and nipping sent electric thrills of pleasure racing through his body. As a teenaged boy, Quatre had naturally experimented with his maturing body, but these sensations were so new and fresh, his own private explorations paled in comparison. There was nothing, absolutely nothing like being touched by another. Trowa moved on to the other nipple, and Quatre groaned low in his throat, throwing his head back and almost unconsciously helping Trowa pull the shirt the rest of the way off.
Trowa straightened a little as the smaller boy's shirt fluttered to the ground, and he moved to Quatre's neck, gently biting the sensitive flesh near the shoulder and trailing his tongue up along the column of Quatre's throat to his ear. Quatre gasped as Trowa nibbled gently on his earlobe, then drew it into his mouth and sucked on it.
"Trowa..." Quatre sighed. He dimly felt the older boy's hands fumbling at the button of his trousers, and his eyes flew open in surprise. "Wh-what are you doing?" Trowa froze and backed off, staring into Quatre's eyes with a horrified expression.
"Duo seemed to think you were experienced," the tall boy said at last.
"Oh..." Quatre blushed deeply. "Uh... no... I've never..."
"I should go," Trowa said quickly.
"No! Don't leave!" Quatre said pleadingly. "I don't want you to go! It's just that I- I've never taken my clothes off in front of anybody before," he finished, lowering his eyes in shame. "Please don't leave, Trowa. I want you to stay with me."
"Are you sure?"
Quatre answered by moving into Trowa's arms again, kissing him feverishly in an effort to wipe any doubt away. This time when Trowa's hands moved to his pants, Quatre shivered but didn't protest. The trousers slid down his pale legs, and Quatre blushed in shame as he realized that the outline of his erection was clearly visible through the thin material of his boxer shorts. Trowa smiled. It was the first time he had ever seen Trowa smile.
Trowa reached out to caress Quatre's manhood through the fabric of his boxers, his long, slender fingers stroking cleverly. Quatre whimpered, his blush deepening, his hands dangling uselessly at his sides, and he couldn't decide whether he'd die of embarrassment or pleasure first. Trowa seemed to take pity on him, because he gently drew him into another embrace. Green eyes met blue as long hands reached down to squeeze Quatre's buttocks, sliding over the silky fabric, and Quatre felt Trowa's own erection poking against his belly. Suddenly it wasn't so embarrassing any more, knowing he wasn't the only one reacting this way, and Quatre pressed up against Trowa, leaning up for another intoxicating kiss as Trowa's hands guided him in a slow grind.
"Are you sure you want this?" Trowa asked again. "I don't want to hurt you."
"I want what you want," Quatre whispered back, his mouth suddenly dry at the thought that Trowa might hurt him. It hadn't hurt so far, though. There had been little jolts of pleasurable pain when Trowa had bitten him, but the bites had been gentle and his tongue had been quick to soothe. Quatre's thoughts trailed off as Trowa's hands stroked his bottom, teasing along the crack of his buttocks and squeezing the adorable cheeks lovingly. The boxer shorts slid off in one smooth motion, and then Quatre felt the rough cloth of Trowa's jeans rubbing against him, Trowa's hands gliding over his bare flesh as he guided the smaller boy over to the bed and yanked the covers out of the way.
Quatre lay back and closed his eyes, sighing happily as Trowa kissed him again, encircling his shaft with long fingers and stroking him purposefully. It didn't hurt. It felt good, so good, and he rubbed his tongue against Trowa's in a sensual rhythm as his hips started to churn instinctively. Quatre moaned, restlessly pulling at Trowa's shoulders as the tension built and built... and he came suddenly, his seed spilling out over Trowa's fingers in a hot rush.
The little blond blushed, embarrassed again now that his passion had been spent. He was determined not to let his embarrassment show, though. Before Trowa could say anything, Quatre kissed him again gratefully, his hands clutching at Trowa's bare shoulders. He wondered briefly when Trowa had removed his clothing, but dismissed the thought. Everything was happening so fast... Trowa's clever hands were already bringing his manhood back to life.
Trowa's mouth slanted across his urgently, and he felt Trowa pulling at his legs, pushing his knees up and apart... and suddenly something hard and wet pressed against him, blindly pushing between the cheeks of his buttocks. Quatre squirmed in sudden fright, and then his world exploded in pain as Trowa pushed past the resistance of his virginal entrance.
"Tuh-! Trowa!" Quatre gasped, sudden tears springing to his eyes. It did hurt! It hurt, and it burned, and he couldn't escape as delicate tissues tore under the onslaught. Trowa pressed forward slowly and stopped, sweat beading on his brow.
"Are you ready?" he whispered. Quatre assumed he was asking permission to pull back out, and the little blond nodded, his face twisted up in a distressed grimace as he struggled to hold back his whimpers. Trowa slowly pulled partway out, and then pressed back in again, and Quatre keened in anguish, writhing helplessly. It hurt. It hurt! Trowa was moving inside him, slowly building up to a solid rhythm, and suddenly the hurt gave way to something more as Trowa's manhood stroked against a spot deep inside.
"Trowa..." Quatre sighed urgently. With a sudden rush, his flagging shaft surged back to full arousal, and he gasped in shock and pleasure, raising his hips to meet Trowa's gentle thrusts, and the give and take was so beautiful it made the tears spill out. Trowa kissed the salty drops away, his hand encircling Quatre's shaft, and Quatre whimpered as he started to build to another climax. Trowa groaned and struggled to hold back, and Quatre suddenly cried out, his body rigid in ecstasy as his orgasm tore through him, deeper than the first. Trowa's cries mingled with Quatre's as he finally gave in to the release he had been holding off. He fell across Quatre, slowly withdrawing from that welcoming, tight heat, and Quatre gradually lowered his legs, gently kissing Trowa's face all over in gratitude. Trowa smiled again, and kissed him back, and pulled the covers over them both.
"Trowa..." Quatre murmured. Trowa kissed him again gently, then moved back just to take in the way he looked, to dedicate this moment to memory forever, Quatre's bright eyes shimmering up at him so full of emotion, the timid smile tugging at the corners of his kiss-bruised mouth.
"Quatre," Trowa whispered, and kissed him again, and drew him into a tight embrace, hoping never to forget this night. Quatre curled up against him, and sighed deeply once, and then they slept.
An hour later, Trowa woke from a light doze thinking that something was wrong. His hand was resting in a slowly cooling puddle... he wrapped his arm around Quatre again, well aware of what the puddle had to be. He lazily lifted one hand to stroke Quatre's pale hair... and froze in horror as he saw that his hand was covered in blood. Trowa sat abruptly, pulling Quatre into a sitting position with him, and pulled the covers away. His lover's entire lower body was covered in blood, and the faint that had overcome him was so deep that he didn't react at all to being moved. A hushed prayer escaped Trowa's lips as he gently lifted Quatre in his arms and carried him to the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of blood droplets.
Trowa quickly put the unconscious boy in the tub and ran the water, found a washcloth and began washing him. When he was done, it was obvious where the blood was coming from. Trowa had torn him up inside, and the bleeding wouldn't stop. In a panic, Trowa wrapped a towel around Quatre's waist and carried him back to the bedroom. A phone. Duo would know what to do.
"Shit," Duo gasped in shock as he stepped into the bedroom, taking in the sight of Quatre's too-pale body in a growing pool of blood. "Oh, shit..." The long-haired pilot wasted no time in getting to the phone and dialing for an ambulance.
"What will we tell them?" Trowa asked anxiously, his eyes fixed on Quatre's chest as it slowly rose and fell with his breathing.
"What's wrong with the truth? It's not like you were trying to murder him," Duo answered carelessly, pacing rapidly in front of the large window. "Shit, where the hell are they?"
"I don't want to cause him embarrassment," Trowa said flatly. "How else can I explain an injury like this?"
"Just don't answer any questions at all. They'll know what's been going on anyway. And clean yourself up. You're bloody all over."
Trowa wordlessly went to the bathroom and washed the blood from his skin, but there wasn't much he could do about the stains on his clothing... or the stain on his heart. He had hurt Quatre. He had hurt the one person in the world he never wanted to see hurt, the one person whose happiness he'd kill for. He had destroyed what should have been a very special time for Quatre, and for all he knew the precious boy could be bleeding his life away. There was so much blood... He wondered how much blood a person could survive losing. He met his own gaze in the mirror, and his heart was filled with bitter hatred.
"Ambulance is here!" Duo called from the window. Trowa stepped out of the bathroom, his face expressionless as always, and he and Duo met the emergency personnel, showed them where Quatre was and tried to stay out of the way. The ambulance ride took the longest 15 minutes of Trowa's life, but at last they made their way to the hospital. Trowa hung back with Duo as a swarm of medical staff surrounded Quatre, pulling away the sodden towel and shouting directions at each other. Heero seemed to appear from nowhere, and explained that Wufei was on his way. The three pilots stood in a close group, occasionally overhearing words like "rape" and "hemophiliac." Trowa's expression remained impassive, but he couldn't control a shudder of self-loathing.
"Type O negative!" one of the nurses exclaimed. "Where are we supposed to find more O negative?"
"Me," Heero said quietly, his expression unchanging as every eye in the room turned to him. Duo gaped at him in astonishment. Heero had the rarest blood type? That made him doubly insane! If he'd had the rarest blood type in the world, there was no way Duo would do even half the crazy stunts Heero pulled off regularly!
"You have type O negative blood?" a doctor asked. Heero nodded silently, and lay down on a gurney as directed. A nervous young woman tried to tap into his vein, and with a sigh of exasperation Heero took the needle from her and did it himself, then lay back and closed his eyes. They didn't have time to waste. Several people gaped at him in astonishment, but Duo watched from a distance and merely shook his head ruefully.
"Probably does brain surgery on himself, too," the long-haired boy commented idly. Trowa didn't answer, and didn't take his eyes from Quatre's pale, pale hand, the only part of him that wasn't obscured by medical staff or machinery.
"Hey," Duo said to a nurse, stepping in front of her as she tried to pass by. "Is he gonna be Ok?"
"We don't know," the nurse said, efficiently side-stepping around Duo. Trowa shuddered again - the remark felt like a physical blow. He didn't even feel Duo's hand on his thin shoulder.
"I'm sure he's gonna be fine," Duo said, his eyes belying the confident smile he wore. "After all, Quatre's a lot tougher than people give him credit for."
It seemed an agonizing eternity passed before the buzzing swarm around Quatre dispersed, and he was moved to a private room to be monitored. Duo and Trowa headed straight for the room, and Heero followed them, his even gait masking the waves of dizziness he felt. Quatre's blood had finally started to coagulate, but the nurses implied to Duo that the danger still wasn't over. If he started to bleed again, it could spell disaster. As it was, his mishap had nearly cost him his life.
Waking was so hard. He felt all fuzzy and detached, as though he were in a drugged stupor...
"Unn..." Quatre murmured, forcing his gummy eyelids to blink open and drawing a deep breath. His arms moved sluggishly, and he saw that his left hand was taped to a board, his fingers draping loose over the side, an IV tube hooked into the back of his hand feeding dark fluid into his veins. Confused, he blindly scrubbed at his eyes with his right hand, only then discovering the tubing running into his nose. Quatre stifled the urge to whimper as he tried to remember. The last thing that happened was...
"Quatre, tell us who raped you," a voice was saying, and his bleary eyes tried and failed to focus on any of the people surrounding him. The last thing he remembered was...
There were voices surrounding him, urging him to do something. He tried again to open his eyes, drew a deep, ragged sigh. The last thing he remembered...
"Trowa," he sighed. If only he could open his eyes, he'd see Trowa. But he was so... tired...
Quatre's eyes opened, and he blinked in surprise.
"A hospital?" he asked, his voice rough.
"Oh, little brother, I'm so glad you're finally awake!" a voice cried, and he caught a glimpse of pale blond hair and green eyes before the woman, presumably one of his many sisters, threw herself across his chest in a one-sided hug.
"What happened?" Quatre croaked, and the woman sat up, brushing long bangs out of his eyes with an almost proprietary air.
"Don't worry, dear Quatre," she began.
"Naa! You're awake!" a familiar voice cried, and Quatre turned to smile at Duo as the long-haired boy swaggered into the room, grinning with his customary exuberance.
"That horrible boy won't hurt you again," Quatre's sister finished, glaring at Duo for the interruption.
"What?" Quatre gasped.
"Now that you're awake, you can finally set things straight," Duo said. "Miss Josephine there," and he indicated the woman who was still toying with Quatre's hair, his tone of voice as icy as Heero's eyes, "had Trowa arrested."
"Arrested?" Quatre cried.
"Now, don't get over-excited," Josephine said, giving Duo a venomous glare.
"Why is Trowa under arrest?"
"For rape," Duo answered, returning Josephine's poisonous glare with one of his own. Hell, compared to Heero, she was a rank amateur in the glaring department.
"WHAT?!"
"You'll have to leave if you're going to upset him," Josephine said, her hand drifting toward the call button.
"Duo, I want you to make this right. I want him released immediately!"
"I thought so," Duo said, giving Josephine an evil little smirk.
"But Quatre, dear, he- he raped you!" Josephine protested.
"You can't call it rape if it was consensual," Quatre said staunchly. "He didn't do anything without my permission, and I'm prepared to testify to that effect. Duo, make this right," he finished, turning to his friend with pleading eyes.
"You bet," Duo said with a cocky grin, and gave Josephine a mocking bow before rushing back out of the room.
"Heero! Time to go get Trowa released," Duo said cheerfully as his partner slowly approached.
"He's awake?"
"He wants Trowa out of there."
Heero nodded in reply and reversed his direction, not bothering to wait for his hyperactive partner to catch up to him.
"Then we'll get him out of there," Heero said quietly.
End Part One
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