Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beloved One ❯ Is this what love is? ( Chapter 1 )

"Quatre..." His hoarse whisper was barely heard over the deafening joy the room held. The blonde was startled when his perfect idol showed such emotion, yet alone let him be the one to see it.

"Yes Heero?" The tightness of his throat hid is tentative lilt.

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything...I don't have anything..." Tears fell down that beautifully darkened cheek. Quatre came close, drawing the distraught man back into an embrace. Heero felt gentle, cool fingers stroke the back of his head, and a firm hand soothe him with gentle circles in the small of his back. He sighed, burying his now heavy head in the crook of Quatre's neck.

After a while, Heero shifted with a contented smile, he knew this was real. And it was so good. Cloud nine you say? He floated higher than heaven; body, mind and soul elated beyond belief. But soon the giddy feelings were pushed from his heads as he purposefully nuzzled that pale column of flesh. Quatre smiled as the sensation tickled his nerves.

Heero tentatively brushed his tongue against the skin in front of him, grinning as Quatre jumped and his breath hitched. Tan fingers unbuttoned the collar before him, exposing tantalizing skin. With bold thoughts, Heero straightened, nipping lightly at the exposed collarbone; delighting in the taste. Quatre was sweetly responsive, and his innocence heated the japanese man's blood. He slowly turned his attention upwards, blazing a trail along jaw, cheek and lips. Heero devoured Quatre's shy mouth, slowly exploiting every sensitive spot. Heero gently guided the quaking man to a chair, easily straddling the slim hips; effectively pinning the helpless man. His quaking subsided as Heero's mouth melded with the flesh of his neck.

Quatre begged in his mind that Heero wouldn't find 'that spot'. What could he say? He wasn't ticklish or very sensitive anywhere else, save for his spine. He started to panic as the flicking tongue and nipping teeth went lower on his pale column of flesh.

In a resounding whimpering moan, Heero knew he found something he'd never forget.

"Mmm...Quatre..you taste good." Heero playfully whispered, paying great attentions to those nerves, nibbling at the forceful throb of his veins.

"H-heero.." The brunette smiled, his angel's breath hot on his skin, the man beneath him shuddering as new onslaughts of awakening feelings drowned him. Heero turned his attentions from the hollow of Quatre's neck, kissing his way up to the quivering lips. Another searing kiss, Heero's tongue licked the blond's lower lip teasing it to part.

Quatre gasped in surprise at the invasion, a mistake that Heero fully exploited, diving his tongue deeper into the warm, damp cavern. He slid his hands up from the man's thighs, now stroking the pale hands. The white-knucked grasp on the chair subdued as Heero's tongue drifted over Quatre's palate. The pilot had relaxed, but squirmed in new vigor and his body shook.

Fearing he made his cherished cry, Heero released the kiss in worry, and looked in the blue watery eyes.

"Quatre?" He asked tentatively, unsure about the smile on finely-boned face.

"It tickles." the blond replied, while bringing up his hands to wipe away the tears of excruciating laughter. Heero had other plans for those delicate fingers. He grabbed the pale, strong wrist gently, bringing the hands toward his lips. Trying to go slow, even though the innocence heated his blood. He captured the now enchanted midnight blue eyes, bringing his talented tongue into service again.

Quatre shuddered as he felt electric thrills run through his body as a cool tongue grated over the pads of his fingers; calloused from mechanics and musical interests. The electricity sizzled from his fingers to his toes, causing shuddering breaths of held anticipation. Quatre couldn't believe a simple touch could excite him so. Though for so long he yearned for something like this. He waited so long.

Rather pleased by the sounds of the lover below him, he incased two fingers in his mouth, sucking hard, swirling his tongue around it in intricate orbits. Quatre was astounded by his weakness. Seduced by this simple act. But that's what it was, and Heero made sure every finger was well attended. He moved his mouth further down, turning the slender hand, nipping lightly down to soft flesh under the arm, and the fast beating pulse. Feather light touches made Quatre squirm as it tickled his nape and spine.

"Hmm...are we sensitive here too? Let's find out." Heero said with an evil grin. he never knew foreplay could be this, satisfying. His almost forsaken love was so easily responsive to anything he did, and the motions and sound urged him on. Heero's hand slipped around Qautre's sides, painfully slow, creeping up to undo the rest of the dark dress shirt. Quatre raised a trembling hand, striking up the courage to touch the man, feeling the urge to pleasure his tormenter in turn. Heero stayed his hand.

"Not just yet, my angelic creature. I want to memorize your texture, your subtle, languid curves," he whispered huskily, "and your sweet taste."