Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Feel ❯ Quatre's goal ( Chapter 2 )
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By: animecrazed117 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.26.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 478 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.26.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 478 | Status: Completed
Heero sighed as he and Trowa climbed out of the jeep. The mission had been harder than expected, and
he was looking forward to a shower. Trowa walked into the house before him and flipped on the lights.
It was just after 2am. He dropped his duffel and rolled the muscles in his shoulders, glancing up
at Heero, who had not stopped but continued down the hall to his room. Heero paused at the door,
gave a nod and a grunt, and entered the room. Trowa padded down to his own room and entered.
He was startled to see Quatre asleep in his bed. He smiled to himself. If only Quatre could see
himself asleep. He was the most innocent person Trowa had ever met, and Trowa was determined his
past would not affect Quatre. He refused to mix past with present.
Quatre peeked an eye open to see Trowa in the doorway. He grinned sleepily, ridiculously happy to
see the tall acrobat alive and in one piece. He heard Trowa sigh and watched him bend over to take
off his shoes, then make his way to the shower. He heard the water run and the disruption of the
water as Trowa stepped in. He closed his eyes and waited for his return.
Trowa showered quickly, anxious to crawl into bed beside his angel. He wrapped a towel around his
waist and headed into the bedroom to pull on boxers. He glanced at the bed just in time to see Quatre
stretch. Trowa caught is breath. “He is so beautiful. He deserves better.”
He gently lifted the covers and crawled into bed. Not two seconds later, Quatre’s head was on his
chest and blue eyes were staring into his. “How was the mission?” he whispered.
“Fine,” Trowa said. He rested his hand on Quatre’s lower back, tracing random patterns absentmindedly.
Quatre shivered.
“Duo and I had an interesting conversation tonight,” Quatre told him, “and I have a goal.”
Trowa grinned down at him. “And what exactly is that?” he inquired.
“You’ll see,” Quatre said as he shifted himself upwards to meet Trowa’s lips with his.
The kiss was tender as Quatre applied a gentle pressure. Trowa smiled to himself, but retreated,
breaking the kiss. Quatre just stared down at him. “Why do you continue to avoid this? You know I
love you, yet you continue to hold a part of you away from me. I want to know, Trowa. You can tell me.”
“No, you don’t,” Trowa said gruffly, pushing Quatre off of him and swinging his legs around, sitting
on the end of the bed.
Quatre crawled closer, pressing a kiss to Trowa’s shoulder blade. “Nothing you tell me is going to
change my opinion of you. Your past is a part of you, and has helped make you into the person that I
love. Please, bring down this barrier down. You don’t need to protect me.”
The silence stretched between them as Trowa struggled with himself. As much as he wanted to tell
Trowa everything, he couldn’t bear to see the rejection he knew he would come. And yet, he knew he
couldn’t keep avoiding it, and knew it was time.
“There were four”, he whispered. Quatre remained still behind him. “They found me after I had been
injured during a mission and passed out. They…raped me, “he choked out, “multiple times. There was no light
when they left, only darkness. I prayed to die. There was so much blood, so much pain. I am unclean,
not worthy of you. I have nothing to offer."
Silence. Trowa hunched over, his shame beating down on him, tears unshed washing over him. Quatre sat
in stunned silence behind him, the wrapped his arms around Trowa, holding him close as he grieved for
that vulnerable teenager whose life had been shattered. Quatre began to press kisses against Trowa’s
back and shoulders as Trowa rocked himself.
“Oh Trowa,” Quatre sighed, “you can offer yourself. I can ask for nothing more! Your past…don’t you
see the strength it has given you? You pulled your life together and continued to fight for good.
And I choose you.”
Trowa remained faced away. “But you are everything good in life, everything innocent, and I don’t
deserve you.”
“Trowa!” Quatre cried. “I CHOOSE YOU! and everything that entails, I want your past and your future.
I want it all. I want YOU. There is nobody else I would trust myself to, nobody else that I want to
spend my life with and no one else I want to love. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Turning his head, he stared into Quatre’s eyes, unable to believe his ears. “You would trust me with
you? What if I hurt you?”
Quatre smiled. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you. Please, be with me. I want to show you it’s okay.
I’m not going anywhere.” And with that, Quatre crushed his lips to Trowa’s.
This kiss was demanding, Quatre demanding that Trowa respond, tugging at his lip to grant himself
access to Trowa’s mouth. Trowa gasped and Quatre took advantage, stroking his tongue along Trowa’s
and making him squirm. Trowa turned the rest of the way to face Quatre and gently pressed himself over
the smaller blonde, aligning himself with body beneath his. Quatre had to break the kiss, groaning as
their chests met, skin against skin. Trowa realized, in the back of his mind, that Quatre was blissfully
naked beneath him.
Trowa bent down and captured a pink nipple between his teeth, worrying the nub until it was hard, making
Quatre gasp above him. He gave the same affection to the other nipple as he hands were moving along
the blonde’s sides and under his buttocks. Suddenly, he pushed himself up and away to shuck off of his
boxers, then stared down at Quatre.
Naked, shimmering in sweat, and trembling in the moonlight, Quatre looked like a deity. His blonde
hair flowed around him, and his muscles quivered under Trowa’s heated gaze. His member was proudly
erect, brushing his lower stomach in his excitement. Trowa met his eyes, and descended upon the blonde.
Their erections met, and both boys moaned and squirmed. Trowa knew that Quatre really was an innocent,
and felt honored that Quatre would give himself wholly over to him, and was determined not to make a
mistake. He reached back up to kiss the blue eyed boy as he reached for the lube he knew was on the
nightstand (hidden behind the lamp).
Quatre was on sensory overload. He was being thoroughly kissed while Trowa was rubbing in all the
right spots. Quatre was panting, unable to quite reach that pinnacle that he knew was there. Then,
he led out a gasp as he felt a probing finger at his backside.
Trowa continued to kiss Quatre, determined to distract him from any discomfort that his finger would
cause. But Quatre wrenched his face away, jaw going slack as Trowa slid his finger in, up to a
knuckle. “Shhh,” Trowa soothed, “it’s okay.”
“So…good…” Quatre moaned.
Trowa chuckled. “It gets better.”
Trowa kissed his way down Quatre’s chest as he added another finger, stretching and scissoring his
fingers to prepare him. Quatre couldn’t lie still, squirming and trying to urge Trowa to hurry. But
Trowa was not going to be rushed, adding a third finger and making Quatre arch his back as he found
the smaller man’s prostrate.
Quatre saw stars, his body bowed up and muscles tightening impossible around Trowa’s fingers. Trowa
brushed it once, twice, and then removed his fingers completely. Quatre whined at the loss, then
suddenly realized what was next. He tensed up as he heard Trowa grunt while he applied lube to himself.
Trowa saw the change in Quatre and leaned down to brush a kiss at his temple. “It’s going to be all
right,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Quatre forced himself to relax. Trowa’s erection pressed
against his entrance, then slowly slid forward.
Quatre inhaled quickly, gasping as he felt the breach, grasping fistfuls of sheet as he tried to
remember how to breathe. And then, the slow, torturous slide of Trowa into him, stretching him,
filling him until he thought he was going to split in two. His back arched, trying to push himself
down onto Trowa, wanting all of him.
Trowa eyes were closed in concentration, trying to stay slow when all he wanted to do was slam into
the smaller body beneath him. The heat was unbearable, Quatre’s body like a vise around him, squeezing
him. He stilled when he was sheathed completely, breath coming in harsh gasps as he tried to stay in
control of himself.
Quatre squirmed, trying to get Trowa to move. “I’m not going to break,” he whispered. “I want all of
you.” A gentle reminder. Blue eyes met emerald, and Trowa moved, ever so slowly, pulling almost all
the way out before pushing back in.
Quatre’s world was spinning in pleasure, his body trembling as Trowa made him feel whole. Trowa’s
pace was long and slow, but Quatre wasn’t having it. He locked his ankles around Trowa’s back and
pulled him into him. Trowa looked down, startled, eyes glazed over in his passion.
“Faster…” Quatre managed to get out.
“Don’t wanna…hurt you…” Trowa ground out, rolling his hips, making Quatre groan.
“No holding back…make me feel…want you…to feel…” Quatre started up at Trowa, his heart in his eyes.
At that moment, Trowa couldn’t have denied him anything.
Trowa pulled back and slammed back into Quatre, making him groan. “Harder…” Quatre encouraged.
In and out, in and out, Trowa set a blistering rhythm, Quatre taking all he had and demanding more.
They were at the edge in moments. Quatre resisted, wanting this pleasure to last as long as possible.
He was in heaven and hell, reaching for that cliff but trying to hold it back. Then, Trowa changed
his angle, and slammed into his prostrate, and Quatre screamed, climaxing hard. His muscles clenched
and quivered around Trowa, and Trowa only managed one, two more thrusts before moaning his own release,
Quatre’s body milking him, emptying himself into Quatre’s body.
Trowa managed to pull himself out before collapsing beside Quatre’s spent body. Aftershocks rippled
through the smaller boy, and Trowa pulled himself closer to the blonde, rolling him to so that they
faced each other. Quatre started up at Trowa and gave him his signature smile. “Thank you, for
trusting me,” Trowa whispered, “for taking all of me, despite my faults.”
“No Trowa, thank you for giving yourself to me. The war will end, you know. And when it does, I am
going to spend all day in bed with you. You are never going to escape me.”
Trowa chuckled. “I never want to escape you. I want you for forever.”
“You have me.”
he was looking forward to a shower. Trowa walked into the house before him and flipped on the lights.
It was just after 2am. He dropped his duffel and rolled the muscles in his shoulders, glancing up
at Heero, who had not stopped but continued down the hall to his room. Heero paused at the door,
gave a nod and a grunt, and entered the room. Trowa padded down to his own room and entered.
He was startled to see Quatre asleep in his bed. He smiled to himself. If only Quatre could see
himself asleep. He was the most innocent person Trowa had ever met, and Trowa was determined his
past would not affect Quatre. He refused to mix past with present.
Quatre peeked an eye open to see Trowa in the doorway. He grinned sleepily, ridiculously happy to
see the tall acrobat alive and in one piece. He heard Trowa sigh and watched him bend over to take
off his shoes, then make his way to the shower. He heard the water run and the disruption of the
water as Trowa stepped in. He closed his eyes and waited for his return.
Trowa showered quickly, anxious to crawl into bed beside his angel. He wrapped a towel around his
waist and headed into the bedroom to pull on boxers. He glanced at the bed just in time to see Quatre
stretch. Trowa caught is breath. “He is so beautiful. He deserves better.”
He gently lifted the covers and crawled into bed. Not two seconds later, Quatre’s head was on his
chest and blue eyes were staring into his. “How was the mission?” he whispered.
“Fine,” Trowa said. He rested his hand on Quatre’s lower back, tracing random patterns absentmindedly.
Quatre shivered.
“Duo and I had an interesting conversation tonight,” Quatre told him, “and I have a goal.”
Trowa grinned down at him. “And what exactly is that?” he inquired.
“You’ll see,” Quatre said as he shifted himself upwards to meet Trowa’s lips with his.
The kiss was tender as Quatre applied a gentle pressure. Trowa smiled to himself, but retreated,
breaking the kiss. Quatre just stared down at him. “Why do you continue to avoid this? You know I
love you, yet you continue to hold a part of you away from me. I want to know, Trowa. You can tell me.”
“No, you don’t,” Trowa said gruffly, pushing Quatre off of him and swinging his legs around, sitting
on the end of the bed.
Quatre crawled closer, pressing a kiss to Trowa’s shoulder blade. “Nothing you tell me is going to
change my opinion of you. Your past is a part of you, and has helped make you into the person that I
love. Please, bring down this barrier down. You don’t need to protect me.”
The silence stretched between them as Trowa struggled with himself. As much as he wanted to tell
Trowa everything, he couldn’t bear to see the rejection he knew he would come. And yet, he knew he
couldn’t keep avoiding it, and knew it was time.
“There were four”, he whispered. Quatre remained still behind him. “They found me after I had been
injured during a mission and passed out. They…raped me, “he choked out, “multiple times. There was no light
when they left, only darkness. I prayed to die. There was so much blood, so much pain. I am unclean,
not worthy of you. I have nothing to offer."
Silence. Trowa hunched over, his shame beating down on him, tears unshed washing over him. Quatre sat
in stunned silence behind him, the wrapped his arms around Trowa, holding him close as he grieved for
that vulnerable teenager whose life had been shattered. Quatre began to press kisses against Trowa’s
back and shoulders as Trowa rocked himself.
“Oh Trowa,” Quatre sighed, “you can offer yourself. I can ask for nothing more! Your past…don’t you
see the strength it has given you? You pulled your life together and continued to fight for good.
And I choose you.”
Trowa remained faced away. “But you are everything good in life, everything innocent, and I don’t
deserve you.”
“Trowa!” Quatre cried. “I CHOOSE YOU! and everything that entails, I want your past and your future.
I want it all. I want YOU. There is nobody else I would trust myself to, nobody else that I want to
spend my life with and no one else I want to love. Isn’t that enough for you?”
Turning his head, he stared into Quatre’s eyes, unable to believe his ears. “You would trust me with
you? What if I hurt you?”
Quatre smiled. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you. Please, be with me. I want to show you it’s okay.
I’m not going anywhere.” And with that, Quatre crushed his lips to Trowa’s.
This kiss was demanding, Quatre demanding that Trowa respond, tugging at his lip to grant himself
access to Trowa’s mouth. Trowa gasped and Quatre took advantage, stroking his tongue along Trowa’s
and making him squirm. Trowa turned the rest of the way to face Quatre and gently pressed himself over
the smaller blonde, aligning himself with body beneath his. Quatre had to break the kiss, groaning as
their chests met, skin against skin. Trowa realized, in the back of his mind, that Quatre was blissfully
naked beneath him.
Trowa bent down and captured a pink nipple between his teeth, worrying the nub until it was hard, making
Quatre gasp above him. He gave the same affection to the other nipple as he hands were moving along
the blonde’s sides and under his buttocks. Suddenly, he pushed himself up and away to shuck off of his
boxers, then stared down at Quatre.
Naked, shimmering in sweat, and trembling in the moonlight, Quatre looked like a deity. His blonde
hair flowed around him, and his muscles quivered under Trowa’s heated gaze. His member was proudly
erect, brushing his lower stomach in his excitement. Trowa met his eyes, and descended upon the blonde.
Their erections met, and both boys moaned and squirmed. Trowa knew that Quatre really was an innocent,
and felt honored that Quatre would give himself wholly over to him, and was determined not to make a
mistake. He reached back up to kiss the blue eyed boy as he reached for the lube he knew was on the
nightstand (hidden behind the lamp).
Quatre was on sensory overload. He was being thoroughly kissed while Trowa was rubbing in all the
right spots. Quatre was panting, unable to quite reach that pinnacle that he knew was there. Then,
he led out a gasp as he felt a probing finger at his backside.
Trowa continued to kiss Quatre, determined to distract him from any discomfort that his finger would
cause. But Quatre wrenched his face away, jaw going slack as Trowa slid his finger in, up to a
knuckle. “Shhh,” Trowa soothed, “it’s okay.”
“So…good…” Quatre moaned.
Trowa chuckled. “It gets better.”
Trowa kissed his way down Quatre’s chest as he added another finger, stretching and scissoring his
fingers to prepare him. Quatre couldn’t lie still, squirming and trying to urge Trowa to hurry. But
Trowa was not going to be rushed, adding a third finger and making Quatre arch his back as he found
the smaller man’s prostrate.
Quatre saw stars, his body bowed up and muscles tightening impossible around Trowa’s fingers. Trowa
brushed it once, twice, and then removed his fingers completely. Quatre whined at the loss, then
suddenly realized what was next. He tensed up as he heard Trowa grunt while he applied lube to himself.
Trowa saw the change in Quatre and leaned down to brush a kiss at his temple. “It’s going to be all
right,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Quatre forced himself to relax. Trowa’s erection pressed
against his entrance, then slowly slid forward.
Quatre inhaled quickly, gasping as he felt the breach, grasping fistfuls of sheet as he tried to
remember how to breathe. And then, the slow, torturous slide of Trowa into him, stretching him,
filling him until he thought he was going to split in two. His back arched, trying to push himself
down onto Trowa, wanting all of him.
Trowa eyes were closed in concentration, trying to stay slow when all he wanted to do was slam into
the smaller body beneath him. The heat was unbearable, Quatre’s body like a vise around him, squeezing
him. He stilled when he was sheathed completely, breath coming in harsh gasps as he tried to stay in
control of himself.
Quatre squirmed, trying to get Trowa to move. “I’m not going to break,” he whispered. “I want all of
you.” A gentle reminder. Blue eyes met emerald, and Trowa moved, ever so slowly, pulling almost all
the way out before pushing back in.
Quatre’s world was spinning in pleasure, his body trembling as Trowa made him feel whole. Trowa’s
pace was long and slow, but Quatre wasn’t having it. He locked his ankles around Trowa’s back and
pulled him into him. Trowa looked down, startled, eyes glazed over in his passion.
“Faster…” Quatre managed to get out.
“Don’t wanna…hurt you…” Trowa ground out, rolling his hips, making Quatre groan.
“No holding back…make me feel…want you…to feel…” Quatre started up at Trowa, his heart in his eyes.
At that moment, Trowa couldn’t have denied him anything.
Trowa pulled back and slammed back into Quatre, making him groan. “Harder…” Quatre encouraged.
In and out, in and out, Trowa set a blistering rhythm, Quatre taking all he had and demanding more.
They were at the edge in moments. Quatre resisted, wanting this pleasure to last as long as possible.
He was in heaven and hell, reaching for that cliff but trying to hold it back. Then, Trowa changed
his angle, and slammed into his prostrate, and Quatre screamed, climaxing hard. His muscles clenched
and quivered around Trowa, and Trowa only managed one, two more thrusts before moaning his own release,
Quatre’s body milking him, emptying himself into Quatre’s body.
Trowa managed to pull himself out before collapsing beside Quatre’s spent body. Aftershocks rippled
through the smaller boy, and Trowa pulled himself closer to the blonde, rolling him to so that they
faced each other. Quatre started up at Trowa and gave him his signature smile. “Thank you, for
trusting me,” Trowa whispered, “for taking all of me, despite my faults.”
“No Trowa, thank you for giving yourself to me. The war will end, you know. And when it does, I am
going to spend all day in bed with you. You are never going to escape me.”
Trowa chuckled. “I never want to escape you. I want you for forever.”
“You have me.”