Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Desire ❯ Chapter 3
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Arigatomina 
Shonen ai, 3+4.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 748 | Status: Work In Progress
Shonen ai, 3+4.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Hentai / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 748 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes: This fic has two characters from a different series: Eagle from Rayearth and Prince Diamond from Sailor Moon.
Category: Yaoi, AU, Gundam Wing
Pairings: 3+4, will be 3x4
Warnings: very short part, shonen ai
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Beyond Desire
Part 3
He'd never thought of himself as having masochistic tendencies, but holding the boy was nothing less than torture. It did, however, remind him of his ulterior motive for keeping the boy with him. While he had every intention of protecting the boy from their mutual enemies, he also wanted him. The truth was simple, by keeping the blonde, he'd have his own siren, captive and only his. Of course, he wasn't about to hurt the boy, he'd meant *that* promise and he'd have him willing. Still, here he was, in a bed with a boy whose simple touch made his skin burn and tingle eagerly. And the boy couldn't hurt him.
Years had passed since his fateful encounter with the three sirens who'd changed his life, and while he submerged in his hatred of them, he remembered the encounter vividly. It wasn't just in his dreams that he felt the lust, the burning need, he often thought about it as much as he tried not to. The fact that he'd been humiliated infuriated him, but he never lied to himself, and he knew his mind was already coming up with images of what he could do with the boy in his arms. Not just a boy, though, he was a person with a name, and Trowa was quick to berate himself for thinking of him as less. He hadn't known a person's name since that day, and he shivered a bit as he opened his eyes.
Thick pale hair was so close to his eyes, and he managed to calm his abrupt lust as he thought of the boy. He knew nothing about him, not about him as a person, but Quatre had shown a hint of who he was. He'd come into his room, regardless of the risk that should have been evident. And he'd done so in order to wake him from his own dream. It wasn't a big thing, Trowa imagined that people probably did such things, but it was a first for him, and he wasn't about to overlook the act of kindness. No, Quatre wasn't just a warm body that gave opportunity for the realization of his fantasies, he was a kind person. And for some reason, Trowa found this made him want the boy even more.
Holding his breath, he brushed his thumb over Quatre's soft forehead, his eyes closing at the familiar sensation. He knew why the others wanted the boy, the possibilities were endless. Just a simple touch caused arousal, and he almost smirked as his lust was surpassed by rising anger. Fury was good, it meant that he wouldn't give in to his wants, and he let himself imagine what would be done to the slim boy in his arms if he were taken. It also helped him firm his resolve not to act as others would. He wasn't going to pass up the chance, but he would do it differently. That, he quickly realized, was the real reason he'd asked the boy to stay in his bed for the night. It wasn't that he enjoyed torturing himself, although it was a splendid torture, but that by keeping the boy in his bed and not taking him, he would create trust.
Actually, he had no idea if this would be true as he didn't know *what* the boy would think in the morning. But he hoped that Quatre would understand the effort it cost him not to move on him, and that the boy would...grow towards him. At least stop fearing that he'd simply throw him down and rape him for nothing more than a simple glance into his eyes. He didn't know if the boy had managed to *completely* escape the many pursuers he must have had, but even if he had, it was obvious Quatre had been treated roughly. And the boy definitely expected the worst, meaning pain. So, it was up to Trowa to tread softly if he wanted to have the boy as his own. A simple thing, making a claim on him to the other clans, but this wasn't enough and he was suddenly tense as he imagined having Quatre return his attraction.
As he'd been so forcefully shown, a siren's touch was ten times better than touching one, and his throat closed up. That was what he wanted, but for it to be someone like Quatre, who wasn't doing it to tear him down, but was trying to make him feel good. The moment he'd lifted the boy into his arms, he'd imagined all of it, and while he didn't have history with another person, he knew he could make it work. And with his new powers, he had gained confidence in himself and he no longer believed he could fail at something he set his mind to.
Once, he might have been a lost boy, seeking nothing more than acceptance and desperate to hide that which made him different from others. Now, he relied on that difference. Whoever had spawned him had made a wonderful match, and he never even tried to imagine what sort of pairing had resulted in something like him. His wings hadn't been the only things to rip out on that day, and he was still learning about his new powers. The wings had been the easy part, and while they still pained him occasionally, they were stronger than he could have imagined.
Leaving that day, he'd washed them, inspecting their form with an emotionless detachment. He'd seen birds, harpies, many of the variations, but his wings weren't cartilage. Or rather, they had cartilage, joints that allowed them to fold over his back, and bones that seemed to be joined to his back. The feathers were also different from those of birds. They were slick, water and blood dripped off them so that they weren't weighted down when it rained. He'd learned this during the first week, having been caught in a storm and almost a bit happy to learn that they could protect him from the downfall. But he hadn't been happy, he hadn't felt any emotion at all except a vague acceptance.
His first thought had been to keep moving, and he'd traveled for over a month, flying and building those odd muscles that seemed newborn. Then he'd found the sirens, not that there weren't multiple clans spread all over the world, but he'd seen one who brought a terrifying fury to light. He'd seen one of the men who'd tortured him so long ago. While he'd once been passive in nature, he seemed to have a newfound need for vengeance and he'd settled on the very outskirts of their territory. Then, he'd slowly built his own by taking theirs and killing anyone who so foolishly entered his widening area. Five years, and he'd only killed a total of seven sirens. Evidently, they were as intelligent as they were beautiful and deadly.
But they'd come now, he was sure. His attention was again directed to the boy sleeping beside him, and he knew to the bone that the sirens would come for him. And so would every other clan within miles. The vampire, he didn't think he'd see again, but he knew the creature would have told its clan. In actuality, sirens like to dig down near plenty of food, but Trowa had personally run off more than two clans, and that only left the vampires, the occasional werewolf, and the sirens. Any others living nearby had never entered his territory, so if they existed he knew nothing about it. Still, he knew he could take on anything, his physical strength and resistance to the sirens' attraction left him with no weakness he knew of. Unless his attraction for the soft boy was a weakness, and he was thinking it might be as he finally forced himself to sleep.
* * *
He woke abruptly, tense with nervousness as was his habit and what he saw didn't help to calm him at all. Memory was quick to return, and he blinked at the smoothness against his cheeks, staring at the black feathers. When he'd fallen asleep, his face had been pressed to Trowa's neck, the tall boy half covered in the dark blanket. But now, he realized he must have been turned because his back was pressed against a strong body, an arm curved around his waist. And one of those large wings he'd seen folded before was covering him, cool feathers on his cheek and curving forward against the pillow. Minutes passed before he realized he wasn't afraid. Then he got confused.
His neck hurt, but his head was clear, meaning the sun was nearly up. As a habit, he'd taken to traveling during the daylight and he woke at the same time every morning. Which meant he'd slept the entire night...and he was still dressed.
"Are you awake?"
He was sure he blushed, but since the boy was at his back, he didn't have to hide it. The smooth voice had been soft, and Quatre wondered if Trowa hadn't known the moment he'd woken. "Yes." There wasn't any response, but the arm on his waist tightened a bit and he fought the urge to squirm as he felt himself pulled against him. "Trowa?"
It was difficult to loosen his hold on the boy, but he did slowly, taking one last deep breath before opening his eyes. He was surprised to find his right wing draped over the boy, but he pulled it back, releasing Quatre. "You smell good."
"What?" Blinking in surprise as the warmth was gone from his back, Quatre rolled onto his back. The green-eyed boy was looking at him, his expression unreadable.
"Thank you for staying with me, Quatre. I've never had someone sleep with me before, my nightmares are horrible." Those pale blue-green eyes widened, and he almost felt guilty at the compassion that glowed in them. Still, if it worked to get the boy to willingly share a bed with him, then he'd do it. "I'm glad you're here."
"I..."
"Are you hungry?" Trowa asked, making the boy stare at him. "You are, aren't you."
"I...haven't eaten in a while," Quatre admitted softly. Then he was pulled from the bed, the tall boy helping him to his feet.
"Do you realize? I don't even know what sirens eat, my food intake is the same as humans, so I have no comparison." Trowa's eyes glinted when the blonde smiled suddenly, the boy's face lighting up in an exceedingly pleasant way.
"Anything, I've been eating anything I can find. Whatever you have, I'd be more than grateful for, really." Quatre nodded to emphasize his words, and he was caught off guard when Trowa's lips twitched suddenly. Then the tall boy gave a small smile and he stared at him, noting for the first time how nice his features were.
"Come on, Quatre," Trowa said softly, putting a light arm behind the boy's back as he propelled him toward the doorway, "I'll feed you."
TBC
Category: Yaoi, AU, Gundam Wing
Pairings: 3+4, will be 3x4
Warnings: very short part, shonen ai
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Beyond Desire
Part 3
He'd never thought of himself as having masochistic tendencies, but holding the boy was nothing less than torture. It did, however, remind him of his ulterior motive for keeping the boy with him. While he had every intention of protecting the boy from their mutual enemies, he also wanted him. The truth was simple, by keeping the blonde, he'd have his own siren, captive and only his. Of course, he wasn't about to hurt the boy, he'd meant *that* promise and he'd have him willing. Still, here he was, in a bed with a boy whose simple touch made his skin burn and tingle eagerly. And the boy couldn't hurt him.
Years had passed since his fateful encounter with the three sirens who'd changed his life, and while he submerged in his hatred of them, he remembered the encounter vividly. It wasn't just in his dreams that he felt the lust, the burning need, he often thought about it as much as he tried not to. The fact that he'd been humiliated infuriated him, but he never lied to himself, and he knew his mind was already coming up with images of what he could do with the boy in his arms. Not just a boy, though, he was a person with a name, and Trowa was quick to berate himself for thinking of him as less. He hadn't known a person's name since that day, and he shivered a bit as he opened his eyes.
Thick pale hair was so close to his eyes, and he managed to calm his abrupt lust as he thought of the boy. He knew nothing about him, not about him as a person, but Quatre had shown a hint of who he was. He'd come into his room, regardless of the risk that should have been evident. And he'd done so in order to wake him from his own dream. It wasn't a big thing, Trowa imagined that people probably did such things, but it was a first for him, and he wasn't about to overlook the act of kindness. No, Quatre wasn't just a warm body that gave opportunity for the realization of his fantasies, he was a kind person. And for some reason, Trowa found this made him want the boy even more.
Holding his breath, he brushed his thumb over Quatre's soft forehead, his eyes closing at the familiar sensation. He knew why the others wanted the boy, the possibilities were endless. Just a simple touch caused arousal, and he almost smirked as his lust was surpassed by rising anger. Fury was good, it meant that he wouldn't give in to his wants, and he let himself imagine what would be done to the slim boy in his arms if he were taken. It also helped him firm his resolve not to act as others would. He wasn't going to pass up the chance, but he would do it differently. That, he quickly realized, was the real reason he'd asked the boy to stay in his bed for the night. It wasn't that he enjoyed torturing himself, although it was a splendid torture, but that by keeping the boy in his bed and not taking him, he would create trust.
Actually, he had no idea if this would be true as he didn't know *what* the boy would think in the morning. But he hoped that Quatre would understand the effort it cost him not to move on him, and that the boy would...grow towards him. At least stop fearing that he'd simply throw him down and rape him for nothing more than a simple glance into his eyes. He didn't know if the boy had managed to *completely* escape the many pursuers he must have had, but even if he had, it was obvious Quatre had been treated roughly. And the boy definitely expected the worst, meaning pain. So, it was up to Trowa to tread softly if he wanted to have the boy as his own. A simple thing, making a claim on him to the other clans, but this wasn't enough and he was suddenly tense as he imagined having Quatre return his attraction.
As he'd been so forcefully shown, a siren's touch was ten times better than touching one, and his throat closed up. That was what he wanted, but for it to be someone like Quatre, who wasn't doing it to tear him down, but was trying to make him feel good. The moment he'd lifted the boy into his arms, he'd imagined all of it, and while he didn't have history with another person, he knew he could make it work. And with his new powers, he had gained confidence in himself and he no longer believed he could fail at something he set his mind to.
Once, he might have been a lost boy, seeking nothing more than acceptance and desperate to hide that which made him different from others. Now, he relied on that difference. Whoever had spawned him had made a wonderful match, and he never even tried to imagine what sort of pairing had resulted in something like him. His wings hadn't been the only things to rip out on that day, and he was still learning about his new powers. The wings had been the easy part, and while they still pained him occasionally, they were stronger than he could have imagined.
Leaving that day, he'd washed them, inspecting their form with an emotionless detachment. He'd seen birds, harpies, many of the variations, but his wings weren't cartilage. Or rather, they had cartilage, joints that allowed them to fold over his back, and bones that seemed to be joined to his back. The feathers were also different from those of birds. They were slick, water and blood dripped off them so that they weren't weighted down when it rained. He'd learned this during the first week, having been caught in a storm and almost a bit happy to learn that they could protect him from the downfall. But he hadn't been happy, he hadn't felt any emotion at all except a vague acceptance.
His first thought had been to keep moving, and he'd traveled for over a month, flying and building those odd muscles that seemed newborn. Then he'd found the sirens, not that there weren't multiple clans spread all over the world, but he'd seen one who brought a terrifying fury to light. He'd seen one of the men who'd tortured him so long ago. While he'd once been passive in nature, he seemed to have a newfound need for vengeance and he'd settled on the very outskirts of their territory. Then, he'd slowly built his own by taking theirs and killing anyone who so foolishly entered his widening area. Five years, and he'd only killed a total of seven sirens. Evidently, they were as intelligent as they were beautiful and deadly.
But they'd come now, he was sure. His attention was again directed to the boy sleeping beside him, and he knew to the bone that the sirens would come for him. And so would every other clan within miles. The vampire, he didn't think he'd see again, but he knew the creature would have told its clan. In actuality, sirens like to dig down near plenty of food, but Trowa had personally run off more than two clans, and that only left the vampires, the occasional werewolf, and the sirens. Any others living nearby had never entered his territory, so if they existed he knew nothing about it. Still, he knew he could take on anything, his physical strength and resistance to the sirens' attraction left him with no weakness he knew of. Unless his attraction for the soft boy was a weakness, and he was thinking it might be as he finally forced himself to sleep.
* * *
He woke abruptly, tense with nervousness as was his habit and what he saw didn't help to calm him at all. Memory was quick to return, and he blinked at the smoothness against his cheeks, staring at the black feathers. When he'd fallen asleep, his face had been pressed to Trowa's neck, the tall boy half covered in the dark blanket. But now, he realized he must have been turned because his back was pressed against a strong body, an arm curved around his waist. And one of those large wings he'd seen folded before was covering him, cool feathers on his cheek and curving forward against the pillow. Minutes passed before he realized he wasn't afraid. Then he got confused.
His neck hurt, but his head was clear, meaning the sun was nearly up. As a habit, he'd taken to traveling during the daylight and he woke at the same time every morning. Which meant he'd slept the entire night...and he was still dressed.
"Are you awake?"
He was sure he blushed, but since the boy was at his back, he didn't have to hide it. The smooth voice had been soft, and Quatre wondered if Trowa hadn't known the moment he'd woken. "Yes." There wasn't any response, but the arm on his waist tightened a bit and he fought the urge to squirm as he felt himself pulled against him. "Trowa?"
It was difficult to loosen his hold on the boy, but he did slowly, taking one last deep breath before opening his eyes. He was surprised to find his right wing draped over the boy, but he pulled it back, releasing Quatre. "You smell good."
"What?" Blinking in surprise as the warmth was gone from his back, Quatre rolled onto his back. The green-eyed boy was looking at him, his expression unreadable.
"Thank you for staying with me, Quatre. I've never had someone sleep with me before, my nightmares are horrible." Those pale blue-green eyes widened, and he almost felt guilty at the compassion that glowed in them. Still, if it worked to get the boy to willingly share a bed with him, then he'd do it. "I'm glad you're here."
"I..."
"Are you hungry?" Trowa asked, making the boy stare at him. "You are, aren't you."
"I...haven't eaten in a while," Quatre admitted softly. Then he was pulled from the bed, the tall boy helping him to his feet.
"Do you realize? I don't even know what sirens eat, my food intake is the same as humans, so I have no comparison." Trowa's eyes glinted when the blonde smiled suddenly, the boy's face lighting up in an exceedingly pleasant way.
"Anything, I've been eating anything I can find. Whatever you have, I'd be more than grateful for, really." Quatre nodded to emphasize his words, and he was caught off guard when Trowa's lips twitched suddenly. Then the tall boy gave a small smile and he stared at him, noting for the first time how nice his features were.
"Come on, Quatre," Trowa said softly, putting a light arm behind the boy's back as he propelled him toward the doorway, "I'll feed you."
TBC