Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beloved One ❯ A Brief Interlude ( Chapter 2 )

"Not just yet, my angelic creature. I want to memorize your texture, your subtle, languid curves," he whispered huskily, "and your sweet taste." As Heero explored, and friction ensued, Quatre slumped into a world of a passionate haze. It felt like small vibrations were created on his thigh in anticipation of what pleasures and delights Heero would bring.

Anticipation. That rang a bell. A bell, rang?! Oh fffu..

"Heero!" Quatre gasped, trying to push him off, but the man was latched onto his neck. Quatre tried to reach for his vibrating cellphone in his cargo pockets, and finally succeeded. He answered in a breathy tone.

Meanwhile, the interruption had registered in Heero's mind, but he continued anyways. No menial phone call was going to take this away from him. Sure you could say that he waited this long, why not a little longer? Lovely, untainted things did not just up and offer themselves to him, yet alone his desired love. No, this opportunity would not be missed. The dark man started more severe actions in hopes of different reactions. And boy was this action positive.

Needless to say, it's quite hard to speak proper english while your new found love is grinding his hips against yours, while making work of a hickey on your neck, and roaming hands in personal places. Quatre was sure the heat rising from his flushed face would certainly melt the phone. The conversation ended, and Quatre sighed, exhausted from trying to pay attention and not to blatantly let that person know something personal was going on the other side.

"Beloved..." the gentle name did not bring Heero from his meditation of the blond's body. Quatre all but yelled Heero's name in annoyance and pleasure as he found two sensitive areas under his shirt.

"Yes Quatre?" Heero was becoming less and less seductive by the minute, as Quatre felt the rush to leave.

"Heero, listen, I'm sorry, but there has been an accident. I'm needed at the offices.. . Heero! Listen to me please!" The Japanese man finally stopped and looked up.

"Just 10 minutes!" Quatre was startled. Heero was begging. What the heck had gotten into him? Quatre looked down. Oh yeah. An arousal the size of Osaka. Quatre did pity the man, but through his life, death, or severe regret, this one thing came first. He laughed at the irony of the last sentence.

"No Heero, I'm sorry but-" A small ringer tone went off. Heero's. He grudgingly picked it up, perfectly silent. Quatre could hear the conversation.

"Hey Buddy! Is that you?"

"-----"

"Oh, glad you're there. Anyways, guess what we get to do?"

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"Yep. A mission. Now. For a while. With me. And.... you're about to kill me aren't you?

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"Shit. You are, aren't you? C'mon, I'm only the messen-" And Heero abruptly ended the call.

"I best let you go then Mr. Winner." Heero tone was one of a highly pissed off man.

"Heero, please don't use that tone. I'm sorry, but duty calls."

"And duty sucks-" Quatre closed his mouth over Heero's, not really wanting to hear anymore curses. When he let go, Heero returned to his placid self.

"Better?"

"Yeah, much better. But if you did one more thing, I'd be completely satisfied."

"Oh you want me to come along with too, don'tcha?" Quatre played along with the game.

"I don't think you could help yourself." Heero smirked.

"Maybe later little horsey." Quatre said, cupping Heero's cheek. "You know how I just love riding bareback." Quatre left him with that sexual zinger, and turned to leave, reveling in his evil. Heero's eyes were wide, surprised his little angel could say such a thing.
"Oh you little devil , you." he said in disbelief and sexual undertones.
Another day wasted. And whoever gets in my way has been cursed; no-one takes me away from my Quatre....



Two weeks. The longest two weeks ever experienced by Quatre. The frustration and tension rose beyond belief. For a week Quatre was at his office spending 18 hour days there. The 'something-horrible-has-happened' incident was the discovery of laundry and fraud. Apparently one of the directors of the company had been funneling money into an upcoming project to for new communications efforts; when in reality it was for her new upcoming retirement. It wasn't just the hassle of the investigation and displaced trust, it was the publicity. People calling and writing in, questions a plenty. Though it was undecidedly against his ideals and morals, the thought of personally hunting her down and hearing that satisfying snap of her spine satisfied his great rage for not being with Heero. The one that he'd sought after with such a vigor, barely hoping that love would be returned. And it finally was, but this witch ruined it all. Looking back on his decision to cancel any meetings with friends or unnecessary public meetings seemed highly reasonable. Already his hands itched for the spilling of blood. He already had dismissed his secretary; he had notice how nervous she had gotten around him. And she had a very good reason. His mood was as bright as an overcast night.

But, as this cliché ever held true for him, there was light at the end of the tunnel. After that week, he had information Yuy, his Heero, would be returning in a few days. Today actually. And in his dark mood he was ready to jump on him, and fuck him senseless before he even made it through the door. Oh, the conversations he held in his head.

Quatre was pulled out of his lull of anger by a small noise. A light rasping was heard on a solid door. Hoping it was his japanese lover, he rushed to greet him. It turned out to be a kind neighbor wishing him a happy birthday. It was a nice gesture, and even though Heero was nowhere in sight, he still felt the need to politely rush the conversation. He closed the door, heart pounding heavily. Just the thought of him not being there, made his heart heavy, and body anxious. Heh. Quatre had been calling Yuy his lover. Though this was quite a rush into a relationship, not even one date, Quatre felt confident they were quite ready to have a sexual relationship. But that failed. How could he call him a lover when they never made love!

Well, he argued back, they did love each other. And was that not the basis of the term lover? Quatre wrung his hands, unexplainably nervous. He was tempted to search the nice but simple apartment, in hopes of finding a candle. Maybe if he wished real hard before he blew it out, some fate would bring Yuy to him for an uninterrupted evening. Heck, right now he'd settle for one with interruptions.

As hours etched away at his patience, he realized Heero wouldn't be coming tonight. And in that case neither would he. Quatre blushed at that thought. When had he become such a pervert? First he started swearing, and now these thoughts that haunted his dreams. By the eighth day he could make a list of 101 things to do to/with Yuy.

Quatre took breath, and sat down. He cleared his head, even of those tantalizing day dreams. No need to freak out. Just relax. Maybe watch a movie or something; he decidedly couldn't go to sleep without getting a hard-on.

Liar Liar, MST3K Egah!, We Were Soldiers, Princess Bride, or some other movies he didn't care about. Deciding humor was needed, he placed in Mystery Science Theatre, and succeeded in a few laughs.

There was another laughing too, unbeknown to Quatre. While his celestial being settled into the cool leather couch, Heero had slipped in unnoticed. Immaculate and clean, Heero had expected to get quite unruly and dirty. But oh so slowly. He would watch Quatre writhe under his touch and scrutiny. He was going to draw it out as long as possible. The first in this relationship should not be rushed. He would hold back, even if it killed him.




a/n lame... but the good stuff comes next. ahaha.