Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

A/N 3x4 lovin'.

Nothing graphic but

Rating for this chapter goes up to R

just to be safe.

^-^

Weissangel24

 

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Chapter Twenty

 

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A.C. 196 Apartment- Northern America

 

The blonde sighed, blissfully content, as he snuggled closer to his lover's warm body.

 

"What are you thinking?" Trowa whispered, dropping a kiss to the blonde's bare shoulder, before covering it with the blankets.

 

Quatre smiled a lazily as he tilted his head back to return the kiss. "I'm just glad we stayed home tonight."

 

"Me too." The banged boy agreed, brushing his fingers through the boy's blonde hair. "Aishiteru, Koi."

 

"Aishiteru, My Love." The smaller boy responded, devotion in his voice.

 

"Sleepy?" Trowa smirked as the boy's eyes seemed to droop.

 

"Dun-be-silly. . ." Quatre slurred, snuggling closer still in the other's embrace, " 'n not tired at all. . ."

 

"Wanna go again?" Trowa caressed the boy's side suggestively.

 

"Now!?" Quatre's muffled protest whined, as he buried his face into the pillows.

 

"You said you weren't tired."

 

"Lied." The blonde huffed. "Sleeping."

 

"Later?" The banged boy, nibbled on the boy's ear, causing his lover to squirm against him.

 

"Sleeping!" Quatre protested, rolling to his stomach, on the other side of the bed, away from the mischievious boy.

 

Trowa pretended to pout. "I'm being given the cold shoulder?"

 

"More like a time-out." The blonde giggled, moving his head enough to look at his love. "You may not realize it, Trowa Barton, But you wear a boy out!"

 

"Wear you out?"

 

"I need a break in between sessions." Quatre smirked, "I feel like I'm drowning otherwise."

 

"So what? 10-15 minutes?" He laughed as he dodged the pillow that was half-heartedly hurled at him.

 

"You're insatible, Trowa Barton." Quatre shook his head, shifting onto his back.

 

"No, you're just addicting." The banged boy replied, drawing the boy back to his origional spot next to him, and kissing him deeply.

 

Quatre moaned into the kiss as Trowa's hands caressed their way down his body. "You're not going to allow me to sleep, are you."

 

"Not if I had a choice." He smirked, moving to the blonde's neck. "How often to I get to have just you? Without the bodyguards, buisnessmen, or friends?" He nibbled the boy's ear, "I intend to saviour every moment."

 

The blonde moaned again, arching against the other's body. "T-Trowa. . ."

Distracted by his lover's ministrations, Quatre sighed and surrendered himself to the night.

 

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A.C. 197 Hotel in Sanq Kingdom

 

"Quatre-Koi, Breakfast is here." Trowa cooed into the sleeping blonde's ear.

 

With a mumbled protest, the smaller boy pulled the blankets over his head.

 

"Koi, You have deligations to attend today. . . eat before you run out of time." The banged boy shook his head, nudging his stubborn lover. "Come on, get up."

 

"Stupid Meeting." Quatre grumbled, pushing the blankets back and sitting up. His face was flushed and his eyes glazed; his hair stood in every direction.

 

"Quatre, are you alright?" Trowa asked worriedly as he felt the boy's hot skin.

 

"I'll feel better after breakfast." The smaller boy dismissed, "What did they send?"

 

"Pancakes." Trowa answered, bringing the tray to the bed. "With Strawberry Syrup. Your favorite."

 

"Oh, goody." Quatre said not the least bit enthusiastic, taking the liquid and dumping it over his food.

 

"Quat, what are you doing? Don't you think you have enough?" Trowa frowned, looking sick at the amount of syrup.

 

"I'm Drowning my pancakes, like I always do." The blonde huffed, cutting a bit with his fork and stuffing it in his face.

 

"Alright. Just don't make yourself ill." Trowa asked, kissing the blonde's forehead. "I'm going to shower. Be out in a few."

 

"Leave me some hot water?"

 

"Of course."

 

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A.C. 195 Earth Somewhere in Russia

 

"QUATRE, DON'T GIVE UP!" Trowa pleaded, fear eminating from him as a powerful aura. Tears streamed down his face, dropping soundlessly to the ice that he was futilely pounding on. "DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!"

 

Beneath the surface of the ice, the blonde's terror-filled eyes screamed where his voice could not. 'T-T-TROWA, H-HELP M-M-M-ME!' as he desparetly pressed against his frozen prison 'I-I'M D-D-DROWNING!'

 

"Quatre. . ." The banged boy shook his head, not knowing what to do. The ice was too thick to break through, and the blonde couldn't swim back to the hole. But he had to do something! He could see see the life slipping from the Quatre as air bubbles escaped from boy's mouth. "Quatre!"

 

The blonde could feel his body becoming numb. Unresponsive. Heavy like lead. The bullet wound in his side wasn't even hurting anymore. Only his lungs burned with the growing need for air. 'Th-th-think!' He commanded his brain as he fought of the nagging desire to open his mouth and go to sleep. 'T-T-TROWA, Y-Y-YOUR G-G-GUN!' He thought suddenly, 'YOUR GUN!'

 

Trowa grimmaced, suddenly, gripping the side of his head, before his eyes widened in surprise, "My Gun!" he exclaimed, taking it from behind his back. Taking careful aim, he shot several holes into the ice to the right of where Quatre struggled. Then taking his foot, he kicked open the hole. "QUATRE!" He called, reaching in and trying to grab the blonde, "MY HAND!"

 

From under the ice, Quatre tried to make his body cooperate with him. 'T-T-Trowa. . .I-C-can't. . . R-R-reach. . .' He silently whimpered as his fingers brushed against his rescuer's but failed to grasp them.

 

 

"Quatre!" The banged boy strained to reach in further, grasping blindly in the water until he caught something. Gripping it, Trowa pulled, revealing a half-frozen hand, "QUATRE!" He cried with relief, drawing the boy from his would be grave and out onto the frozen lake.

 

Coughing and gasping, the blonde collapsed onto the ice, drawing as much oxygen as he could into his starved lungs. "Th-Th-Thank y-y-you, T-T-Tro-wa. . ." He stammered.

 

"Quatre, MY Quatre!" Trowa shook his head, taking the fridged boy into his arms and holding tight, "MY Quatre. . ."

 

"T-T-Tro-?"

 

"I almost lost you." The banged boy sobbed, holding the blonde tighter, buring his face into the other's shoulder. "Not once, but twice today!"

 

"I-I'm O-Okay N-Now. . ." Quatre tried to soothe.

 

"Don't you understand, Quatre?" Trowa demanded, meeting the blonde's azure eyes. "I almost lost you! Before I ever got to tell you!"

 

"T-T-Tell me wh-what?"

 

"I. Love. You, Quatre." The banged boy cried, holding him close again. "I love YOU!"

 

"I-I L-Love Y-You T-T-Too, T-T-Trowa." the smaller boy chattered, his heart warming with joy as he returned the embrace.

 

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A.C. 198 Enroute to Sicily

 

"TROWA, Please Wake up!" Duo pleaded, smacking the banged boy's face. "Quatre needs us! DAMN IT-WAKE UP!"

 

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Unconcious, Quatre Raberba Winner drifted facedown in his watery prison.

 

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To be continued. . .

 

A/N ::angry readers have their sharp pointy objects at Weissangel's throat::

::Gulps/ looks around nervously::

Just a reminder. . .

If Angry readers kill the Author-

Then the Author can't finish the story.

If the Author doesn't finish the story-

Quatre remains un-rescued.

 

Think about it, and please let me live?