Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes Cold As Stone ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Eyes Cold As Stone

Chapter 5

"What did you find?" Une sipped at her coffee. Shit. It was too damned late, but this was important. They were all gathered around the conference table-at twelve fucking thirty in the fucking morning. She studied the faces of her fellow Preventers. There was Heero, looking as awake as ever-he probably considered this meeting a mission. Next to him sat Trowa, face impassive, but his constant glances at Quatre belied the façade. He had his arm wrapped around Quatre who was curled against his side looking like he was about to fall asleep. At least his appearance was a lot better. The hospital released him into Trowa's waiting arms a couple days ago. Sally reclined next to the blonde, one arm thrown over the back of the chair while a leg was draped on the armrest. Wait a few minutes and her feet would be propped up on the table. Wufei sat next to her, arms crossed, eyes closed, and perfectly attentive. Beside her were Zechs and Noin, each looking like the hounds of hell had dragged them in. And finally, Duo. Soft snores drifted from under the braid. Every once in a while, Heero would nudge him, but to no avail. She sighed. Oh well, Heero could fill him in later.

"They have an informant here in HQ." She sat up straight.

"What?" Her voice sounded low and dangerous to her.

"I couldn't find out a name, position or even a codename, but they knew that Quatre and Trowa were coming." She rubbed her sleep-deprived eyes.

"Nothing leaves this room, in fact we can no longer consider this building safe." She glanced at Trowa and Quatre. I sent them into a trap. How the hell did anyone find out? She glanced around the room, it was a different conference room than the one they had used a couple weeks ago. Had bugs been placed in the rooms? She had discussed the mission with Trowa and Quatre in a small conference room for conveniace. The mission briefing for Heero and Duo had occurred in her office. Was it possible that someone had bugged the place? She had the only keys for this room and her office, and that would explain why no one knew about Heero's and Duo's mission. Whatever the case, she couldn't take the chance of anything else leaking out. "I feel like a drink."

They were perched in a smoky corner of a local bar. Duo had wanted to go to his and Quatre's hangout, but they were known there. If there was an informant at HQ, then could possibly be an informant at Nallen's.

"I'll have a Snakebite, please, and a Seabreeze for my friend." Duo flashed his ID as Quatre fished for his, mumbling something about irresponsibility and importance. Une chuckled, receiving her own Rum and Coke-tall, of course. Settling down, they began speaking in hushed tones.

"There's three waves coming at us. Our numbers were completely wrong. Their suits number more than eight thousand. It's possible that they are using the Zero System in these suits. It also appears as if they are Mobile Dolls."

"Not those dishonorable things again." Duo snorted in agreement to Wufei's muttered comment.

"We've defeated thousands of these Dolls before, we ought to be able to do it again." Quatre pointed out. He looked expectantly at Heero over the rim of his drink.

"We weren't able to get all of the particulars, but they've developed something new."

"What's this about three waves?" Une interjected.

"Apparently they've launched approximately seven hundred suits that will arrive here in a couple weeks. They've launched another thousand that will arrive two or three days later and the third wave will arrive in two months." Duo helpfully supplied reaching for his second Snakebite.

"Do we know the locations of any other bases?" Noin asked.

"Several…" The group became hushed as the bartender approached.

"I'll have another Seabreeze, please." Quatre handed his empty glass over. The bartender looked around the group, setting another Rum and Coke down for Une and a Whiskey Sour for Zechs. "We also know that they're related to the function of the Dolls, though we don't know how." Heero continued after the bartender replaced Quatre's drink.

"We need a game plan. Something that we can begin implementing now and without the Gundams." Sally said.

"According to Quatre, they have heard that we're rebuilding them." Noin pointed out.

"That would be the natural inclination if we were to go to war." Trowa mentioned.

"They aren't sure if we are building the Gundams. They were trying to confirm that." Quatre said quietly. A silence settled around the table at Quatre's words. Trowa pulled Quatre closer to him. Quatre really hadn't spoken about his experience in the hands of the enemy. Une didn't blame him.

"First of all, nothing is to be discussed at HQ. Absolutely nothing. There's no telling who the mole is, or how they found out what they did. No missions, no Gundams, no nothing. We are, as of now, on code red." She made eye contact with everyone around the table. "We will need more information on the Dolls. I will sit down with each of you soon." She got to her feet, dropping a few credits on the table. "I've got to get some sleep. I recommend the rest of you do the same. Goodnight." Get some sleep, then you can worry about the implications of this news, and the code red. Hell, she just put them on battle alert. She absently rubbed the bridge of her nose as she walked out of the bar. Too much. This is way too much. We're supposed to have peace, not this.

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"This is too much." Duo's forehead rested in his hands and he mindlessly sucked on the straw that was buried in his drink. Heero pinched the straw, cutting off the flow of alcohol. Duo glared at Heero.

"If you don't stop, it will be too much." Duo grabbed the glass pulling it away from the straw and raised the half-full glass to his lips.

"I don't mean this." He slammed back the rest of his drink causing Quatre to cringe.

"It's time to go home." Heero stood up as Duo called out for two Scoobysnacks.

"Nope. I need a drink and I know that Quat needs one too."

"Duo, you've already had three drinks."

"Not goin'. Quat and I are staying." Quatre's eyes got wide and he started to protest. Duo raised his shot glass and gestured for Quatre to do the same. "Here's to the buttpirates of the world." Duo slammed the shot back, smacking his lips loudly. Quatre followed suit at a slower pace.

"Yeah, the buttpirates." Quatre and Duo burst into giggles. Trowa took a sip of his water and caught Heero's attention.

"I'll make sure he gets home. I think the two of them need this." Heero nodded weakly and left the bar. So, I get to be designated driver. At least I'll get to blackmail Quatre with some drunken stories. Another round of shots came to the table.

"Ah, Tuaca. Good shit." Duo licked his lips appreciatively.

"To Trowa." Quatre raised his glass to him before drinking it. He trembled as Quatre's eyes never left his. He vaguely heard Duo echo the sentiment, as he leaned in to steal a kiss. Quatre's lips tasted of alcohol as he ran his tongue over the soft lips. Quatre opened his mouth, guiding his tongue into the warm recess. He pulled Quatre closer causing him to moan into his mouth. Quatre's hands smoothed their way down his back, urging him on. Duo's hoots and catcalls drifted into his conscious just before he laid Quatre back. Brought back to reality, he broke the kiss regretfully, contemplating whether or not to pour his water on his head to calm him down. Quatre blushed and giggled as Duo slapped him on the back. The drunken giggles coming from the blonde were a definite turn on.

"We need another round, eh Quat?"

"Yup, but I get to choose your drink."

"Why?"

"To get you back for making me drink a pint of Guinness."

"What's wrong with Guinness? It'll put hair on your chest." Quatre clutched at his chest as if warding off any hair that wanted to attach itself there.

"I don't want hair on my chest. I like it just the way it is. Anyway, you don't like Guinness yourself." Trowa had to admit that he definitely didn't want hair on Quatre's chest. He was definitely a smooth chest guy. He placed a hand over Quatre's and glared at Duo.

"Last call, gentlemen." The bartender looked expectantly at Quatre and Duo.

"I'll have a Fuzzy Navel and a Fat Tire, and he'll have a Car Bomb and a pint of Bass." Quatre gestured to Duo. The bartender turned back to the bar as Duo's mouth fell open.

"A Car Bomb? You ordered me a Car Bomb?" Quatre grinned a truly evil grin. "I can't believe this. I'm gonna get you back for this, Winner." Quatre snorted, an act that he would have done with a lot more grace had he not already been plastered.

"Nu'uh. If you do, then I get to get you back again, cause this is me getting you back in the first place." Duo blinked.

"Wha'"

"This is vengeance, Maxwell." Trowa didn't even bother to follow the conversation, the drunken wordings were too damn hard to decipher. However, he had to laugh at the glaring contest now raging full force between Duo and Quatre. Quatre certainly was funny-and damned sexy-when he was drunk. The bartender set the last round in front of Quatre and Duo, who made a sour face at his drink.

"What should we toast?" Quatre asked.

"Peace?"

"But we don't have that anymore."

"Damn. This sucks."

"No shit." Trowa raised his eyebrow at Quatre's words. Shit? Duo must have seen the look on his face, for he pointed and burst into giggles.

"I don't think Trowa's heard you swear before, Quat." Quatre turned a most alluring shade of red. "Come on buttmonkey."

"Poo flinger."

"To the poo flingers of the world."

"Why toast them? They suck."

"True. Who could we toast?"

"The sisters of motherless goatwhores need some recognition." Trowa laughed. This was a side of Quatre he'd never seen. It was hilarious.

"Nah." They sat in silence for a while before Duo raised his glass, ready to drop the shot in. "To making it back to us. May you always find your way home, Quat." Trowa raised his water glass to join the toast.

"May you always come home." Quatre blushed and raised his glass as well. Trowa leaned over to kiss him. "I love you Little One."

"Love you, too." Quatre's words were slurred but the kiss was still as strong and passionate as before.

"Ack, yuk…that's just gross, man. This tastes like shit." Duo coughed, grasping his pint in one hand and the empty Car Bomb in the other. "Don' ever do tha' again, Quat. Tha's jus' gross." Duo swayed slightly in his seat as Quatre burst into giggles. Trowa had to laugh as well at the faces Duo was making. Quatre nudged him as Duo continued muttering loudly about all sorts of disgusting things that tasted like his drink. Trowa had to draw the line at four-week old roadkill in the desert. That was too much. He looked at his love.

"Wanna see somethin' cool?" Quatre's eyes were too bright. Trowa nodded. "Duo. Shut. Up." Quatre spoke each word slowly making sure that Duo understood. A minute passed, then two minutes. Trowa's jaw dropped in realization. Duo hadn't made one sound. Trowa looked at his watch-five minutes had gone by. Quatre giggled and snuggled against his body. He wrapped an arm around Quatre's shoulders, planting a kiss in his golden hair.

"I've timed him at twenty minutes before. He only does this when he's drunk, though." He smiled as Quatre slipped an arm around his waist. Duo silent for twenty minutes. A miracle.

"Too bad Heero and Wufei couldn't see this." Quatre giggled.

"Duo'd never live it down if Wufei saw it."

"True, too true." The bartender caught his eye. "Little One, are you almost done?" Quatre raised his beer and took a swig.

"Yup. No more." Quatre tipped the bottle upside down to emphasize the point.

"Duo? Are you ready?" Duo's glass was empty.

"Yes." Duo jumped up from his chair, and sat down hard on the floor. Quatre would have fallen out of his chair laughing if it wasn't for Trowa's arm.

"All right. Let's go." Great. Two drunks.

"Buttmunch." Duo slurred.

"Whoremonger." Trowa rolled his eyes as he dragged Duo out of the bar, and kept a supporting arm around Quatre's waist.

"Assmonkey."

"Buttpirate."

"Motherfucker."

"Sorry, Duo. I don't like girls."

"So?"

"Fuckmonkey." This was going to be a long ride home.

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"Come on, Quatre."

"I can' ge' up." Trowa hauled Quatre out of the car.

"Can you walk?"

"Don' know." Quatre leaned heavily on him, smelling of alcohol. "Leas' Duo go' home."

"Yeah. Now if we can get you upstairs."

"Don' wanna walk." Quatre buried his head against Trowa's chest. "Jus' le' me sleep."

"In a minute." He surveyed the two flights of stairs up to Quatre's apartment. "Give me your keys."

"In pocket." Trowa sighed as he reached into Quatre's pocket. "Mmm…feel good." Quatre purred into his chest. He scooped Quatre's legs up and clutched the blonde protectively to him.

"You drank too much, Little One."

"Mmhm." Quatre wrapped his arm around Trowa as he nuzzled his neck.

"Quatre…" His voice was slightly strained, the closeness of Quatre affecting him all night. "We're almost there." Bending and twisting awkwardly, he slipped the key in the door and through some strange feat, was able to get it open. He dropped the keys on the floor and kicked the door shut, pausing only to readjust the drunken pilot in his arms.

"So kind, Trowa." Quatre mumbled. Trowa gently placed him on the bed, reaching down to remove Quatre's socks and shoes. He placed them by the closet and returned to Quatre, who was struggling to sit up.

"Shh, Quatre. I'll take care of it. You're too drunk." He began unbuttoning Quatre's shirt, each button revealing more of Quatre's smooth skin. Trowa closed his eyes to control his breathing before pushing the shirt off of Quatre's shoulders and to his hips. Quatre leaned forward and slipped his tongue in his mouth. He pulled Quatre's hips into him, causing Quatre's legs to spread to either side of him. Quatre moaned into his mouth and grasped his shoulders. Trowa pulled away, not wanting to take advantage of Quatre. He disentangled Quatre's hands from his hair and completely removed the shirt. God, Quatre was beautiful. He shook his head and reached for Quatre's pants. He paused with hands hovering above the button, doubts as to whether or not he could restrain himself from jumping Quatre running through his head. He felt Quatre's fingers tangle through his hair, igniting sensitive nerves. He sighed, the fingers calming him, and undid the button and zipper.

"Lay down, Quatre." He tugged on the pants, sliding them down Quatre's long, muscular legs. He gazed up at Quatre's body stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but black, silk boxers. Oh God. He readjusted himself before attempting to stand. Hell, he needed a cold shower. About four of them might do the trick. Gathering his self-control, he peeled back the covers, and urged Quatre under them. He draped the sheets over Quatre's shoulder as he settled on his side. As he bent down to plant a kiss on Quatre's forehead and leave, he felt a hand on his arm. He looked into Quatre's pleading eyes.

"Please, stay." Trowa briefly considered sticking to his original plan of going home and jerking off, but he couldn't. He loved Quatre and all he wanted to do, with the exception of fucking Quatre's brains out, was to wrap his arms around Quatre and fall asleep with him nestled there. It wasn't even worthy of a debate.

"Yeah." He stood, brushing some stray hair out of Quatre's face. Quickly depriving himself of his clothes, he climbed into bed beside Quatre. He gathered Quatre into his arms and smiled when Quatre turned to curl up against him.

"Love you." Quatre mumbled into his neck, sending goosebumps down his spine. He kissed the top of Quatre's head.

"I love you too, Little One."

"G'night, love."

"Goodnight."

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"Ow! Fuck." Duo slammed his shin on the coffee table. "Where the fuck did that come from?" He didn't care that he was swearing to an empty room. "Shit. My head feels like there's an amusement park inside." He finally reached the kitchen. "Coffee. Coffee fix head. Coffee get rollarcoaster away from Duo's head." He could care less that he sounded like a barbarian, even to his own ears. He just needed some damned strong coffee. He fumbled around for his specially ground coffee and scooped enough for twenty cups into the four-cup maker. He grinned. Nothing like extra strong coffee to cure a hangover. He leaned forward on the counter impatiently watching the coffee brew. He grabbed his mug and slid it under the comforting stream and replaced the pot only when the mug was full. He wrinkled his nose at the bitter stench of burning coffee as he wasn't able to replace the pot quick enough, and the stream landed on the burner. He had just taken a satisfying sip when someone rang the doorbell. He winced as the high pitched bell tore through his protesting head.

"Coming." He said weakly. He opened the door to Heero. "Hey. S'up?" Heero looked him up and down.

"At least I don't have to hurt Trowa."

"Hello to you, too. What brings you down here?"

"Checking up on you, baka."

"Come in. I just made some coffee. Would you like a cup?" Heero shrugged sitting down on the couch.

"Sure."

"So really, why are you here?" Duo handed Heero a freshly poured cup of coffee. He sat down beside as Heero took a sip, and choked.

"How much coffee did you use?" Heero coughed, too strong coffee burning his throat. He shrugged.

"I like my coffee strong after drinking." Heero snorted.

"Obviously." Heero sat the mug on the table, pushing it away from him as if it were going to attack him. Duo stifled a giggle at Heero's expression. "I came here to make sure that you were okay." It was Duo's turn to snort.

"Yeah, right." He struck what he hoped was a dramatic pose. "I'm so flattered." He burst into giggles.

"Baka." Was that a smile on Heero's face?

"So really. Why are you here?" In the last year, Heero had made progress in showing emotions. He smiled more often, he got angry and he laughed. As a result, he was surprised when Heero's face stilled itself into the mask that he had worn for so long. "Heero? I was just jokin', man." Heero's eyes sparkled with something that reminded him of relief.

"Its okay." Heero still didn't look okay. For all that his eyes were showing, his face was still hard as a rock. He managed a tentative smile, at least that's what it felt like to him. Whatever the case, he knew he had said something wrong, something which had upset Heero. But it wasn't anger that he saw in Heero's eyes. Was it regret? What would make the stony Heero make an early trip just to see if I was okay? No missions were scheduled. What was up with Heero's greeting, anyway? `I don't have to hurt Trowa.' Did Heero care? About him? He started as he realized Heero was speaking.

"Huh? Sorry, what?"

"I asked if you were okay. You're usually not this quiet." Heero's gaze was intense. It was if he was looking straight through him. Duo tried to control his blush.

"Yeah. I'm just still a little tired, is all." Heero studied him some more as if he didn't believe him. True, he didn't lie, but that didn't mean he couldn't hide some truth. Heero knew this, and oh God, was he handsome.

"Get ready. I'll take you to breakfast before we go into the office." Breakfast? That meant food!

"Alright!" Duo jumped up from his seat and sprinted toward his bedroom to change. He could hear Heero's laughter behind him. It was the same warm kind of laughter that he usually heard from Quatre. That meant…Heero must…care. Maybe not the way he wanted, but Heero still cared. As a friend, if nothing else. He felt his grin stretch from ear to ear as he pulled on his Preventer's uniform and braided his hair. Heero likes me.

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Consciousness slowly drifted in on him. The first thing he noticed was that he was smiling. Wait-smiling? He never woke up smiling, unless he was dreaming of Quatre. Ah, Quatre, how I wish you were in my arms.

Wait-a-minute.

There is something in my arms. He gently squeezed the object, expecting it to be one of his pillows. But pillows were giving, they were easily crushed, yet this wasn't. Pillows also felt like cloth, not skin. Silky smooth skin at that. And anyway, pillows do not move. This was. I must still be dreaming. He felt something push between his knees and he frowned. Weird dream-it feels real. He felt the thing between his lags begin to move upward. Oh, God, that felt really good. It got closer to his…His eyes flew open as the thing brushed gently against him before resting there. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. He knew that, one: this was not a dream, and two: that he was in fact holding someone and that someone currently had their leg oh so enticingly touching his rapidly hardening manhood. Now he could feel someone's smooth cheek pressed against his shoulder-their nose brushing against his chest. Quatre. He looked down to the golden hair splayed on his arm. His already fast heartbeat accelerated as Quatre shifted again, sighing and sliding his arm over his side. His skin tingled wherever Quatre's arm touched. He tightened his embrace knowing that he could stay like this forever. He brushed a hand through Quatre's hair while he smoothed the skin of Quatre's side. He gasped as Quatre stretched, muscles tightening in his precariously positioned leg. He nearly lost it before he felt a hand on his cheek.

"Morning, love." Quatre's voice curled around his senses, leaving him trembling inwardly with desire. He noted that Quatre had not moved his leg. He cracked open a tightly clenched eye.

"Good morning." He took in his love's rumbled state-the near nakedness not being missed either. God, did he want to take Quatre. Quatre yawned.

"Do we have to go into work, or can we just lay here all day?" Trowa smiled and brushed his fingers over Quatre's cheek. He loved this. He wanted to always wake up with Quatre in his arms. Forever. Quatre snuggled deeper in his embrace.

"I want to stay like this forever, Little One." He whispered into his love's fair hair. Quatre's face turned to look him in the eye.

"You do?" Hope. Quatre's voice had hope in it. Do you want that too, Little One. He smiled and kissed Quatre's forehead. "Cause…I do too." Quatre's eyes blinked back tears. Why tears? He gently brushed at them.

"Why the tears, Little One? Are you sad?" To him, tears meant sadness, sorrow, pain or weakness. He knew that Quatre wasn't weak, and he didn't appear to be in pain. Either way, the thought of Quatre crying didn't make him happy.

"Cause I'm happy. I've wanted this for such a long time, and now I have it. I guess I can't really believe that I won't just wake up a find that this is all a dream."

"If it is, I plan to enjoy every minute of it."

"Me too." Quatre captured his lips in a kiss. He pulled Quatre closer to him, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue into Quatre's warm and waiting mouth. He felt Quatre's hands clutch at his back and shoulders as he moaned. Oh, Little One, you have no idea what you do to me. He slid his hand down Quatre's smooth back and cupped his ass, pulling Quatre into him even more. Quatre gasped, probably at his hardness. He smiled at his lover's own erection. He maneuvered his legs so they were trapped between Quatre's, and he rolled on top of the blonde. Quatre's hands tangled themselves in his hair as he kissed his way down Quatre's neck. Reaching the indentation between Quatre's collarbones, he licked a line back up Quatre's neck feeling the smaller man moan under him. Quatre stretched his neck, allowing Trowa's ministrations to take longer. Reaching Quatre's chin, he pulled back and delved for a sensitive earlobe. Sucking the organ in his mouth, he gently began nipping on Quatre's earlobe. He was greatly enjoying Quatre's pants and moans. He kissed his way back to Quatre's open mouth, only to stare into his cerulean eyes.

"I love you, Little One." He placed a chaste kiss on Quatre's lips. "However, we do need to go to work." A lingering kiss, this time. "I do, however, intend to thoroughly ravish you all night, tonight." An increasingly passionate kiss. God, he was hot. A cold shower was definitely needed. "I want to love you all night, Quatre." He bent down to claim Quatre's mouth.

"Now." He paused, centimeters away from swollen lips.

"Tonight. The wait will be well worth it. And then, I have all the time I need to do what I want to you." His voice was rough and husky in his ears.

"I can't wait." Quatre's voice drove him wild. It was soft, yet rough. Warm and enticing. Sexy. Not to mention the way that Quatre was wriggling around underneath him. If he keeps this up, I will cum. He rolled over to allow Quatre to straddle him, and was rewarded with the sight of Quatre's endowment pushing those silk boxers out. He knew that they should just shower and go, but he couldn't help himself. He reached out and grasped Quatre's erection through the silk and stroked. Above him, Quatre's hips thrust forward, urging Trowa on, as a sultry moan escaped Quatre's lips. Mouth open, head flung back, eyes squeezed shut, Trowa wished he had a camera. This was definitely a way he wanted to remember Quatre. Barely remembering the necessity of a job, he reluctantly let go of Quatre, transferring his hands to Quatre's hips instead. He sat up, and scooted off the bed, pulling Quatre close. Quatre's arms curled around his neck and he hooked his ankles together as he rested his head on his shoulder, clearly disappointed that he had stopped. He kept Quatre on his lap as he bent to turn the shower on. He gently lowered Quatre to the floor, letting the blonde get his footing before easing the black boxers down his legs. His breath caught in his throat as he saw his love naked for the first time. God, he was a masterpiece.

"Beautiful." He breathed, reaching to touch Quatre's bare hip. Quatre took a step forward and pressed his body against him. He wrapped his arms around Quatre as he felt his boxers pooling around his feet. Quatre returned the embrace for a few more moments before stepping back to gaze at his body. Quatre's eyes were wide as he tentatively touched his erection. He felt like he would melt. "Shower." He croaked through clenched teeth. If not I'll jump you right here. Can't promise anything in the shower, either. He pulled Quatre into the shower with him as he backed under the warm spray. Quatre giggled and he caught the laughing blonde in another liplock, searching blindly for soap. Breaking the kiss triumphantly, he began to wash Quatre. He turned Quatre around so he could get to his back easier, however; Quatre kept backing into him. He was thankful for the large shower as he could take no more. He turned Quatre to face him and backed him into the far wall. He kissed Quatre, running his hands over any piece of pale skin he could get his hands on. He slowly knelt in front of his love, greedily kissing his way down Quatre's chest and stomach. He ached for Quatre, and could feel and see that Quatre ached equally for him. He wrapped long fingers around the base of Quatre's erection, licked his lips and encircled Quatre with his tongue. Thrilled with the response he was pulling from the blonde, he took all of Quatre in his mouth and sucked greedily. His hand that was wrapped around Quatre's cock pulled the stiff flesh toward him as he bobbed his head along Quatre's length. His free hand went to pressing Quatre's hips into the tiled wall, effectively pinning the panting blonde to the wall. Quatre's hands tangled themselves in his hair as his moans rose in pitch and urgency. He gently tasted the flesh with his teeth, tearing a surprised, yet highly pleasured, outcry from the blonde. He picked up his rhythm, lost in the taste of Quatre's flesh. He wanted Quatre's completion, he wanted to taste all of Quatre. He was rewarded. Quatre cried out Trowa's name as he came, fingers gripping almost painfully in his hair, head thrown back. He swallowed all of Quatre's seed, which tasted surprisingly like oranges. He licked Quatre clean, grasping the limp pilot around the waist.

"Trowa…" Quatre clung to him as he rose gracefully to his feet, wrapping his arms around the smaller pilot.

"You taste very good, Little One." Quatre giggled at his whispered words.

"Full?" He pulled back, a little surprised at Quatre's teasing. He grinned, nodding enthusiastically at his blonde angel.

"Completely." He pulled Quatre under the cascading water as they kissed.