Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Force ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: See any other chapter, I don't own Gundam Wing characters, only my story.

**WARNING: LIME/LEMON (YAOI) ahead. If you don't like this type of thing then DON'T READ.**

Beautiful Force

~*~ Chapter 10 ~*~

Trowa leaned back against the headboard and watched as Quatre paced nervously back and forth across the room muttering to himself.

"Quatre," he said quietly, "come to bed."

"But Trowa, what if he doesn't come back. I mean, I can't believe that I hit him." wailed Quatre, his hands coming up to bury themselves in his already disheveled hair.

Trowa sighed as he leaned forward and snagged Quatre as he passed the bed. Squeaking, Quatre fell down on to the bed, bouncing lightly next to Trowa.

"Love, everything will be fine, relax." Trowa said as he pulled the blonde back into his embrace. "Duo won't take it personally."

"Oh, I hope so." Quatre sighed as he burrowed into Trowa, wrapping his arms around the tall pilot.

Trowa dropped a kiss on top of the blonde head nestled into his shoulder. Reaching out one long arm, he turned off the lights plunging the room into darkness. The only light flittering in through the darkness came from the moonlight streaming in through the window. Trowa gently ran light fingers up and down Quatre's back, smiling slightly as he leaned back into his caresses.

"Trowa." Quatre said softly, his voice muffled.

"Yes." he replied.

"Could we. . ." Quatre asked hesitantly.

"Oh course, my love." Trowa said as he brought one hand up to cup Quatre's chin and tilted his head back. Leaning down, his mouth covered Quatre's lips and he could taste the peppermint from the tea he had been drinking earlier. He heard the weak moan from the back of his throat caused by his action. His skin smelled of vanilla and felt like warm silk against his fingertips. Heat pulsed through Trowa's body and his mind became clouded with the thoughts of this gentle young man. He didn't care if any of the other pilots heard them, all that he knew was that he wanted him, loved him desperately. The thought swept though his body starting a fire so hot that it nearly consumed him.

Quatre closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Trowa against him. His lips, his hands, his tongue all felt like liquid fire sweeping through him, causing his blood to burn within his veins. He moaned again as he felt Trowa's hands begin to unbutton his shirt, spreading the edges and tormenting the skin across his chest. Quatre wound his arms up around Trowa's neck, kissing him back hungrily, his tongue anxiously mating with his.

His shirt parted further as Trowa broke their kiss and leaned down, nuzzling the fluttering pulse dancing along his neck. Trowa's tongue dipped out to test the flesh, to consume the taste and smell the solely belonged to Quatre. He hid his smile as Quatre arched upwards, pressing his body desperately into his, silently begging for more.

"You drive me crazy." Trowa breathed as his mouth slid down from Quatre's neck to nip hungrily at the hardening nipple.

Quatre could barely speak and when he did, his voice was nearly unrecognizable. "Please," he begged, "please Trowa, don't stop."

"Never, my love, never." He shoved his shirt down from his shoulders and stripped it off completely. "So incredible." he murmured, running a callused thumb across one pink peak. He lowered his head and sucked gently, Quatre wound his fingers into the thick dark strands of his hair.

Trowa's fingers found the waistband of his jeans and slid around the back, dipping over his buttocks.

Liquid fire swirled deep within Quatre and he found the buttons to Trowa's shirt. His blood pounded fiercely in his ears as they stripped each other of their clothing, kicking of jeans and boxers, not caring where they fell.

"I dream of this when we are apart." Quatre whispered roughly in Trowa's ear, nipping at his earlobe, enticing a moan from him.

"So do I." Trowa agreed as he quickly flipped Quatre over onto his back and reached down to caress his manhood. Quatre moaned throatily, his hips arching into the steely hands holding him.

His senses overwhelmed by the feeling of Trowa's hands caressing him, his mouth suckling upon his nipples. He buried his hands once again in Trowa's hair, feeling the silky softness against his palms. His hips arched higher as Trowa's hands slipped down from his manhood and teasingly prepared him.

"Please Trowa, I can't wait." Quatre pleaded hoarsely, desire burning brightly through his body.

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely." he cried.

Trowa's lips locked over his and after a brief moment's hesitation, he slid gently inside him. Slowly and surely until he was seated deep within his love. He waited until Quatre began to moan and thrash beneath him, before beginning long loving strokes that took his breath away.

Quatre clung to Trowa, moving with the intimate rhythm and opened his eyes to stare up into the magnetic emerald eyes that hovered above him. The love that he found there touch him deep in the heart and caused tears the spill over down his cheek.

Trowa reached down and wiped the tears from Quatre's face as he began to move quicker, taking both of them on a roller-coaster ride of emotion that had them soaring upward towards the heavens.

Faster and faster, they surged together and in a flash of brilliance, their world exploded around them. Quatre's body convulsed as he reached his release simultaneously as Trowa exploded deep within him. The world seemed to tilt as Trowa settled comfortably back against him and he wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him close.

"Love you, Trowa." Quatre murmured, the world slowly coming back into focus.

"And I you." Trowa whispered raggedly as he slid into sleep, Quatre cuddled close in his arms.

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A/N: Okay you say, what does this have to do with the story line that I have. Not much other than Quatre pretty much kicking himself for hurting Duo and Trowa needing to comfort him. Hope you enjoyed it.

~DBZ Vegeta