Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Final Grade ❯ Chapter 8

Title: Final Grade
Chapter: 8/?
Warnings: Full-blown yaoi! 4x3 lemon, yum!
Disclaimers: Gundam Wing and all characters associated with it is not mine, nor am I making any money from this. This is purely for my personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of the people who read this. GW is copyright Bandai, Sunrise, etc.

"Marie . . . maia?" Then this was the girl who had been such a part of the second war . . . And that man was Trowa, the third Gundam pilot . . . Triton glanced at Quatre, who smiled at him, and walked to the young girl, taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently. "Hello. I'm Triton Bloom. I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Barton."

Mariemaia blushed slightly and almost giggled as she rubbed her hand. "Thank you. Not everyone is pleased to meet me."

Trowa frowned and stepped between the two, scowling. "Yeah, nice to meet you, kid. Why are you here?"

"Trowa, stop it," Quatre interrupted. "Triton's here because I invited him. He's a guest, just like you and Ms. Barton are. I'd appreciate it if you were polite to him."

Trowa flinched a bit and sighed, then nodded to Triton. "Yeah, nice to meet you. Now where the hell's Maxwell? If that jerk gets anywhere near my niece, I'm going to---"

"Mariemaia!" Duo came flying into the room, neatly wedging himself between Trowa and the young girl, on one knee and presenting her with a bouquet of red roses. "Beautiful goddess! You are truly wonderful to grace us with your magnificence, and I worship you deeply." He lowered his head and held the roses like a sacrificial offering to the laughing, blushing Mariemaia. "Please, accept my humble offer. It in no way compares to your radiant beauty, but nothing ever could." Duo took a slender hand as it was offered to him, caressing the back gently as he recited some poetry before kissing it softly.

"Now look here, Maxwell, you get the hell away from---"

Mariemaia glared at Trowa. "Trowa, shut up! I told you before, I don't mind at all. Who else brings me flowers and sweets and treats me like a princess? Who else cares enough?"

"Look, Mariemaia, it's not that Duo thinks you're the center of his universe. It's that you're only fifteen, and he's twenty-five! He's far too old for you!"

Tears welled up in misty blue eyes as Mariemaia scowled at her uncle, and Duo leaned forward to whisper in her ear. She looked at him and shook her head, but he smiled.

"But, Duo . . ."

Duo grinned and pat her hand. "It's all right, 'Rie. It's all right." He got up and grinned at Trowa. "You know, in only three years she'll be eighteen."

Quatre shoved Duo and Trowa apart as the older pilot went for Duo's throat. "Duo! Trowa! Stop it right now! Duo, quit baiting Trowa! Trowa, quit being so possessive! Duo's well aware that he can't touch Mariemaia until she's eighteen. So he's courting her, so what? You want her to be happy, right? Right?" Trowa nodded sullenly. "Well, Duo makes her happy. He does have restraint, you know. He won't harm Mariemaia's honor."

Triton looked down at the young girl in the wheelchair, tears still in her eyes, and then he looked at Duo, who had eyes only for Mariemaia. She looked up and Duo blew her a kiss, taking a napkin and handing it to her, miming wiping her eyes for her. She smiled slightly and brushed the tears away, then handed the napkin back. Duo kissed it gently, then slid it into his pocket. He glanced at Triton with a sorrowful look on his face and the Latin boy looked away. It was obvious Duo was head-over-heels for the young Barton, and it was also obvious that she was just as in love with Duo.

'It's that whole age thing,' Triton mused. 'That's what's keeping them apart.' Quatre and Trowa were still arguing, so Triton walked up to Mariemaia and knelt. "Ms. Barton . . ."

"Please, don't call me that. Call me Mariemaia."

He smiled slightly. "Mariemaia, why don't you come outside for a while? Amir seems to like you. Maybe you'd like to play with him?"

Mariemaia shook her head and wiped at her eyes again, looking at Duo as Amir bounced up to her.

"Yeah, yeah! Come play with me, Aunt 'Rie!" Amir grinned and climbed up into the teenager's lap again, laying his head on her chest. "Please?" Mariemaia started to shake her head again, but Triton intervened once more.

"Duo's watching him right now," he murmured, just low enough for Duo and Mariemaia to hear.

"I'd love to, Amir. Let's go now. Uncle Trowa?" She didn't get an answer, and Mariemaia pursed her lips before reaching for a fork and tossing it at Trowa's head.

"Yeeeee! What the hell?" Trowa whipped around and glared at Duo, who raised both hands in defense.

"Hey! It wasn't me!"

"It was me, Uncle Trowa. You weren't paying attention to me." Mariemaia sniffed and raised her chin proudly. "I'm going to play outside with Amir." She glared at Trowa, daring him to tell her no, but her uncle just gave a disgusted sigh.

"Yeah, whatever. Have fun."

Mariemaia and Duo both smiled at Triton and nodded thanks before going outside, Amir giggling the whole way. Triton sighed and sat down gingerly in a vacant chair, watching Trowa warily out of the corner of his eye. The man acted so much like James that it was frightening, and Triton was in no hurry to find out if Trowa acted like James in other ways, as well. The young man licked his lips nervously as Quatre sat beside him.

"Triton? Are you all right? What's wrong?" A soft hand covered his, squeezing gently.

Triton glanced at Quatre. "N-nothing . . . No, that's not right . . . Trowa reminds me of, of---"

Quatre nodded. "He makes you nervous?" He got a nod, then leaned forward until his lips were brushing against Triton's ear. "Don't think about him. Eat quickly, and we can go somewhere else. I think he'll be trailing his niece soon, anyway." He kissed right below his student's ear gently before sitting back, admiring the flush that had risen to Triton's cheeks.

"You two need to have sex."

Quatre turned to face Heero, both eyebrows arched. "Excuse me?"

"You two need to have sex."

Triton blushed fiercely as Quatre answered. "First Amir, now you. What makes everyone so sure that Triton and I should sleep together?"

Heero smirked and placed his hand on Triton's shoulder, massaging gently. "The way you sit together, so close." He knelt and breathed his next words into the Latin man's ear. "The way you look and behave around each other." Triton flinched, but held still as Heero continued, smirking at Quatre. "Like I told you before, Quatre. Put the two of you in the same room together and the dead could feel the desire." The Japanese man tilted his head, mouth barely brushing over Triton's neck. Triton looked at Quatre in alarm, breath irregular as he fought to control his rising fear. "If you two don't have sex soon, the tension is going to drive everyone crazy."

Quatre stood up and reached for Heero. "Heero, that's enough!" He pulled his former lover off of Triton, glaring. "What's wrong with you?" Quatre knelt and wrapped his arms around Triton gently, petting the boy's hair as Triton leaned toward his teacher and shook. The possessiveness he felt was strong, and Quatre was almost ready to hit Heero. He looked at Triton as Heero just smirked at him. "Triton? Triton, can you hear me? Please answer me, Triton, please."

Triton shivered and wiped at his eyes as Quatre murmured in his ear. The brown-haired boy couldn't tell what Quatre was saying, but the language was pretty and soothing. Triton raised his head and cast a frightened glance at Heero.

Quatre turned again and glared at the Japanese man. "Heero, why the hell did you do that?" He pulled Triton against his chest again, rubbing his cheek in the boy's hair gently.

A shrug. "You two are holding each other, aren't you?" Heero continued as Quatre opened his mouth. "I'm not being untrue to Sylvia, if that's what you're about to accuse me of. I just think that you two need to realize how much you need and want each other." He turned and walked to Sylvia, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him as she talked with Trowa, glaring at the taller man.

Quatre rolled his eyes and tilted Triton's head up, raining soft kisses on his angular face. The younger man sighed softly and lifted his face, touching their lips together briefly before leaning his head back and gazing up at Quatre mournfully.

"I'm sorry, Triton," Quatre murmured. "I don't know why Heero did that. I'm sorry." He gently stroked Triton's cheek, smiling as Triton started relaxing.

"That's . . . all right . . . I mean, Heero wasn't going to . . . to hurt me, or anything like that . . ."

"No, it's not all right. If it scares you, like what Heero did scared you, then it's not all right. You shouldn't be afraid of people like that, Triton." Quatre stood as Triton did, watching as the young man turned away. His heart sank and he reached for Triton's arm. "Triton, please . . ."

"I'll be fine," Triton almost snapped over his shoulder, rubbing his neck where Heero had been. "I'll be fine," he repeated, trying to convince himself. "Is it all right if I eat in my room?" Quatre just nodded mutely as Triton glanced over his shoulder. "Thank you." The Latin boy put some food on a plate and walked out of the room quickly, not daring to look back at the hurt look on Quatre's face. He might start to cry. Once in his room, he set the food on the coffee table and picked at it listlessly. 'Damn it, why did I do that? He was only trying to help . . . Why did I push him away like that? I hurt Quatre, and I don't want to hurt him. But damn it, I'll be fine on my own! I've survived for the past five years; I can survive for longer!' Triton bit his lip as tears threatened to fall, taking deep breaths to keep from sobbing. 'I can survive . . . can't I? Can't I?' The young man closed his eyes, meaning to rest for only a minute, but it was dark outside when a gentle mouth covered his own before pulling away and a soft hand shook him.

"Triton? Wake up, love. It's time for Amir's party. Remember?"

Triton murmured something about sleeping longer and turned over, keeping his face to Quatre. Sure enough, Quatre kissed him, just like Triton had hoped he would. He willingly kissed his teacher back, sliding his arms around Quatre's waist and letting the blond know that everything was fine between them. He opened his eyes as Quatre slide one knee between his legs, smiling slightly before raising his head to nip at the Arab's neck gently. Quatre laughed softly and tilted his head back, arms sliding under Triton and pulling him into a semi-upright position before finding the younger man's neck and sucking on it gently. Triton moaned softly and untucked Quatre's shirt, running his hands over the blonde's back.

Quatre shifted and started unbuttoning his pink shirt, growling in frustration when the vest got in the way. He removed it as quickly as he could, then threw his shirt to the ground. Triton was already out of his blouse, running his hands lightly over his own chest as Quatre removed his shirt. The blond sighed at that sight and trailed his lips after the young man's fingers, following them wherever they went.

Triton bit his lip and panted as Quatre's lips drove him nearly crazy, dragging his fingers down his sides and up again, reveling in the feelings Quatre caused. He ran one finger over his left nipple and paused there, watching with great fascination as Quatre's lips caught up, closing gently over the small nub of flesh. The brown-haired boy gasped his teacher's name out loud, sliding both hands to the back of the noble's head to keep him there as the clown writhed, one leg wrapping around Quatre's waist. Quatre moved to the other nipple and Triton whined, hips thrusting up against Quatre desperately.

"Oh God, Quatre . . . Please . . ."

Quatre pulled back and gritted his teeth together harshly, clenching his fists until he drew blood. The pain made him gasp, but brought him back to reality. The young Arab raised himself up on his arms and looked down at Triton as they both panted, fighting the urge to take Triton then and there.

"I . . . Triton . . . The party . . . Please . . ." The young man made a disgusted face and nodded, and Quatre rolled off of him, landing on the floor. He made a face and sat up, head buried in the couch. "Oh, God . . ." Quatre groped around until he found his shirt and vest, managing to put them back on without looking up.

Triton pulled his blouse back on and stood with shaky knees, then moved to the bedroom door and leaned against it. "I'll . . . be out soon." He got a grunt, then closed the door and locked it, moving to the closet and throwing it open. "Damn it!" He pulled out his dress and shed his skirt and blouse angrily. 'Why can't I stay in control, damn it? Just for one second?! Aaaargh . . .' The dress went on, and Triton buttoned the back of the choker-ish neck with a faint snarl, checking in a mirror to make sure the hickeys weren't visible. None were, good. The young Latin man smoothed the clingy material down, turning to look at himself. He looked nice in dark green. The silk dress went less than halfway down his thighs, and was backless. Triton opened the door and coughed softly to get Quatre's attention.

Quatre turned, eyes raking over Triton's body. "Damn, why must you always wear such outfits? You know how much you tempt me . . . Is it on purpose?" He shook his head. "Never mind. Come along, before Amir starts looking for us." He took three long steps across the room and took Triton firmly by the arm, almost dragging the younger man into the corridor. He bit his lower lip as they hurried to the living room, fingers itching to tear the dress from Triton's body. "Damn," he murmured again, "why do I want you so? Why do you tempt me? What have I done, Allah, to deserve this torment? Why must you taunt me with what I may never claim as my own?"

Triton looked at Quatre and frowned slightly. His teacher was speaking softly in Arabic, and the only word Triton recognized was "Allah." What was he saying? Triton didn't have the time to ask as Quatre opened the door and the young man got an armful of Amir, nearly falling down as the child climbed up his body and giggled.

"Triton Triton Triton Triton! Yay! You're awake! You're here!" He wiggled until Triton set him down, then danced across the room and flung himself at Heero's legs, hugging them tightly before dashing into Quatre's arms and kissing his father. "Yay! Everyone's here! Do I get presents, Father? Is it time for dinner? Aren't you hungry, Triton? Do I get sweets, please? Father? Huh huh huh?"

Quatre chuckled despite his bad mood and swung Amir around. "Of course, my son, of course. You get presents, and sweets, and it's time for dinner, yes. We can eat in here, if you don't mind."

"Nu-uh! I like the living room!" Amir laughed and then flung himself from Quatre's arms to Triton's, gently tugging on the Latin man's bang. "How much hair gel do you use to get your hair like this, Ms. Triton?"

Triton sighed as he set Amir down. "Amir, I told you before that I'm not a girl."

"But you dress like one!"

"That doesn't mean I am one."

"You looked like one when you and Father picked me up from the spaceport!"

"Amir . . ." Triton glanced at Quatre pleadingly.

Quatre knelt down and poked Amir. "Stop it, child. Triton's male. Believe me, he's male. I know." He raised an eyebrow as Amir opened his mouth and the boy shut it, turning around and skipping up to Trowa.

"You're scary, Uncle Trowa." He turned and marched over to Mariemaia, climbing up into her lap. "Isn't he, 'Rie?"

"Of course he is, Amir. He wouldn't be Trowa if he weren't." The redhead ignored her uncle as he spluttered angrily.

Wufei and Relena chose that moment to make their appearance, both looking rather flushed. Amir shrieked again and rushed at them, almost climbing up Wufei's legs in his exuberance. Once Quatre had peeled him off of the Chinese man, the celebration began. Presents were given and torn into, drinks were passed around, and everyone was generally happy. Trowa even left Mariemaia and Duo alone together.

"Uncle Trowa, dance with me!"

"You're too little, kid."

"Nuh-uh! I'll stand on your feet and you dance! That's how Father always dances with me!"

"Then go dance with Quatre."

There was a disgusted sigh. "I can't. He's dancing with Triton, and they're being all mushy-mushy! It's disgusting. So please dance with me?"

Quatre laughed softly, and smiled at Triton as he twirled the young man around the room slowly. The young man flushed slightly and looked to the side, mouth twitching slightly whenever Quatre complimented him. Trowa finally allowed Amir to stand on his feet and hold his hands as the older man danced slowly, a reluctant yet affectionate smile on his lips.

"Is anything wrong, Triton?"

Triton looked at his teacher before looking down again, shaking his head slowly. He looked around the room and smiled slightly as he watched Duo lift Mariemaia out of her wheelchair, cradling her gently against his chest as he swayed to the music. The young woman wrapped her arms around the American's neck and tilted her head so her forehead rested against Duo's neck, smiling and laughing softly at whatever Duo was saying to her. Relena and Wufei were dancing in the corner, bodies pressed close together as they whispered in each other's ears. Triton looked around again and spotted Sylvia curled up in Heero's lap, eyes half closed as the Japanese man gently stroked her back.

'Everyone's so happy,' Triton mused. 'Everyone but me. Quatre, too, I suppose . . . But what can I do about it? It hurts each time I look at Heero and Sylvia, or Duo and Mariemaia, even Wufei and Relena. They all so readily admit to their feelings, so why can't I? Why is it all so confusing?' He bit his lower lip and pulled away from Quatre as the slow song ended, moving to the couch and sitting as Amir demanded that Quatre dance fast with him. 'What's wrong with me?'

"How's your evening going, Triton?" Heero set a glass of liquid in front of Triton and tilted his head at the younger man. Sylvia smiled at him, head nestled against Heero's chest.

"Uh? Oh, fine, thank you . . ." Triton looked at the glass suspiciously.

"It's sake. Japanese rice wine. It's good; try some."

The young man frowned slightly at Heero. "I don't think I---"

Heero rolled his eyes and tilted his head down to kiss Sylvia's head. "You don't think," he murmured. "You're old enough to drink. Try some. You don't have to drink it all, you know."

Triton bit his lower lip gently, then reached for the glass and raised it to his lips. He took a small sip, considered, then took a slightly larger one. It tasted . . . odd. Bitter, but not in a bad way. Triton took another sip and set the glass down, glancing at Heero.

"Have the glass; I'm not thirsty." Heero smirked as Triton shrugged and took another sip. "Is Quatre a good teacher?"

"Yes."

"Is psychology the only thing he teaches?"

Triton frowned slightly at the slight emphasis on 'only' and looked over to where Quatre was holding Amir in his arms, dancing slowly in place as the young boy blinked sleepily around the room. "I . . . I think so." Heero nodded and leaned back, still watching Triton. The younger man fought the urge to fidget under the heavy Prussian blue stare, staring at his hands.

"Ne, Heero, betcha I can drink more than you!"

The Japanese man snorted at Duo's challenge, shaking his head.

"Heh, sure I can! Wanna bet? How much do you want to bet I can drink you under the table, Hee-chan?" Duo got up and draped himself over the back of the couch, grinning at his friend. "Whatcha wanna bet?"

Heero glared at the American and moved Sylvia from his lap to the couch, turning around and pulling Duo close to him by the collar. "I can drink twice as much as you and not even get woozy, Maxwell."

Duo smirked. "Yeah? Prove it, tough guy."

Triton was shoved out of the way as Heero dragged Duo across the back of the couch, reaching for another bottle of sake. The young man frowned a bit and got up, sitting next to Quatre as the blond raised an eyebrow at the two other pilots. Sylvia rolled her eyes and smiled as the two started drinking, Heero glaring at Duo, and Duo making cracks about Heero's near-perfect soldier image.

Forty-five minutes and four bottles of sake each later, Heero blinked at Duo, then turned and blinked at Sylvia before slowly leaning forward and passing out. Sylvia gasped as Duo started howling with laughter, pulling her fiancé up and shaking her head.

Quatre raised both eyebrows as Duo helped Sylvia drag Heero out of the room after promising Mariemaia he'd be back, turning to Triton. "I didn't think that Duo would win."

Trowa snorted and knelt by his niece, speaking softly before picking her up and setting her gently in her chair. A word from the redhead and he left the room, following Wufei and Relena as they nodded to Quatre and left. Triton licked his lips and blinked as the room blurred slightly, then shrugged. He had the insane urge to giggle and wondered at it. After Duo came back in and wheeled Mariemaia out, Quatre stood. Triton looked up at the man, smiling slightly. Quatre was so handsome . . .

"Well, since everyone left and our guest of honor is asleep anyway, why not put him to bed?" Quatre smiled down at Triton, extending a hand to help the younger man up.

"All right." Triton took Quatre's hand and stood, not letting it go when Quatre turned around. His teacher gave him a surprised look, but Triton was concentrating on not stumbling and the warmth of Quatre's hand in his.

They walked hand-in-hand to Amir's room, getting him in his nightclothes and tucked in his bed. Quatre leaned over and kissed the young boy's forehead before standing and turning to Triton, smiling softly at the younger man. Triton blushed slightly and smiled back, just a little bit. He admired Quatre again in the dim light of the room, breath catching in his throat as the Arab walked up to him, lips near his own.

"May I tuck you in, too?"

The sexual innuendo in that one statement made Triton's whole body tingle, and he nodded. "Please, do." He tilted his head down slightly, breath coming out in a shuddering rush as Quatre kissed him softly, pushing against the Latin man gently until Triton backed up.

Quatre's heart pounded as he guided Triton down the hallway, stopping in front of his own room. "I'll be right back," he murmured, resting his lips against Triton's neck briefly before slipping into his room, leaving the door half-open. He went into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water, staring at himself in the mirror. 'Damn, Winner, get a grip.' Quatre wiped his face off and changed into a long nightshirt. 'I mean, it's not like we're going to have sex tonight. And Triton is rather dense when it comes to subtle hints. Plus, I've helped him to bed for the last two nights, so what makes tonight any different? Despite the fact that I stayed for forty-five minutes on Friday and an hour seventeen minutes last night?'

Triton got tired of waiting for Quatre and peeked into the room, noticing the bedroom light on. He shrugged and went in, looking around again. Quatre was in the bathroom, so Triton sat on the bed to wait. It was soft and made him smile. The young man was feeling light-headed, and put his hand to his head. He looked up as Quatre walked out of the bathroom and smiled slightly.

Quatre raised an eyebrow and walked over to Triton, kneeling in front of the brunette. "This isn't your room," he murmured. Triton blinked and shrugged, leaning forward a bit, so Quatre kissed him softly. The younger man sighed and returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the Arab's shoulders and letting himself fall back. Quatre followed him, pulling back and staring at Triton in surprise as they lay on his bed. "Triton, what . . ."

Triton licked his lips and placed the tip of his finger against Quatre's mouth, silencing the older man. He smiled and replaced his finger with his lips, hands sliding around Quatre's waist as the older man sighed and kissed him back, hands exploring Triton's body lightly. Triton sighed and fought the urge to start laughing, opening his mouth for Quatre when the other man's tongue touched his lips softly. The kiss was deep and searching, leaving Triton breathless when Quatre broke it to kiss down his throat.

Quatre reached behind Triton's neck slowly and unbuttoned the neck of his student's dress, pulling back to watch Triton's reaction. The younger man opened his eyes and watched Quatre, lifting himself up on his elbows as the Arab pulled his dress down his chest, leaning forward to kiss the soft skin. Quatre slid his hands up Triton's legs slowly, pushing the dress up as he wondered when Triton would make him stop. The young man flopped back on the bed and arched his back, hands holding Quatre's head to his chest.

'Oh, God . . . Let this be real, please. Let it be real.' Quatre moved his hands to Triton's waist and pulled the dress down as he nudged Triton onto the bed more, closing his eyes and shuddering when the younger man moved until he was laying against the pillows, leaving his green silk dress in Quatre's hands. The young Arab opened his eyes slightly and crawled up so he was straddling Triton's waist as the boy smiled slowly, then leaned forward. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much . . . I don't want to do anything you're going to regret. I don't want to hurt you."

Triton laughed softly and rubbed his cheek against Quatre's, hands untucking and sliding under the older man's shirt. "You're not hurting me," he whispered back. "I like it. I want . . ."

"Want what?" Quatre kissed down Triton's neck to his chest again, sucking softly. Triton gasped and arched his back up, hands flying to Quatre's head. Quatre smiled and kissed lower, tongue darting out to tease his student's navel. Triton gasped again and almost giggled. "You want that?" A desperate nodding was all the response the Latin boy gave, and Quatre did it again before kissing lower, sliding lower on Triton's body. The young man beneath him moaned, giving no resistance as Quatre maneuvered his way between Triton's legs, kissing along his inner thighs.

Triton panted and mewled softly, feeling as if his whole body was on fire. His pulse leapt every time Quatre's lips touched his skin, and he lifted his head as Quatre slid up his body and lay next to him, hands holding his rear and pulling him close to the Arab. Triton curled close to Quatre, staring at his teacher's bare chest and tracing his fingers over it as Quatre held him tightly. Their legs tangled together, arousals rubbing against one another softly. Triton shuddered and moaned softly again, moving against Quatre. His eyes widened as Quatre's fingers pushed down at his underwear, but the idea appealed to him. Maybe then he wouldn't be so hot. Besides, from the look on Quatre's face Triton would enjoy it if the garment came off, so off it came. Triton watched in wonder as Quatre lay him on his back and slid the black silk off slowly, body shaking as sea blue eyes crawled over the Latin man.

"God, Triton, you're so beautiful . . . How can I let you know this?" Quatre shook as he lay next to Triton again, running his hands over the younger man's body.

"Don't talk to me, damn it, fuck me," Triton whispered, lips finding Quatre's and pressing against them as he trembled. He moved his hands down Quatre's sides to push the Arab's pants off, but they were already gone and Quatre was pushing him on his back again. Triton sighed with pleasure as soft lips trailed down his stomach, then Quatre turned him over. The young man had a moment of confusion as he did as he was directed, but it disappeared when Quatre kissed down his back, hands massaging his shoulders gently. "Ohhhh . . . Quatre . . ."

Quatre ignored Triton since the boy wasn't telling him to stop, running his hands down to Triton's rump and squeezing gently before he turned Triton over again, sliding between the boy's legs as he claimed Triton's mouth. The kiss was hungry, both demanding as much as they received, both desiring so much more. A devilish though crossed Quatre's mind and he broke the kiss to kneel between his student's legs, leaning over and gently kissing the very tip of Triton's erection. Triton cried out and bucked his hips up, which made Quatre chuckle softly as he held the boy steady, taking the top of the boy's arousal in his mouth and sucking gently. Triton yelled, head thrashing about as he begged Quatre for some sort of release. The young Arab obliged, taking more of his beloved into his mouth, doing as best he could to give Triton as much pleasure as possible.

Triton's heart alternated between stopped and almost breaking out of his chest from beating so hard and fast. Hard and fast . . . Triton groaned in protest when Quatre drew away from him and leaned over to the nightstand, rummaging around in it. He raised his head and whined, reaching for Quatre only to be pushed back down.

"Shhh, my love. Shush now." Quatre smiled at Triton and kissed him as he again knelt between the brunette's legs, holding up two wrapped condoms. He raised an eyebrow and smiled as he unwrapped the first one and gently fit it over Triton's erection, moaning softly when Triton sat up to help Quatre put the second one on himself. Quatre pushed Triton back down again and kissed him thoroughly, twisting the cap off of the tube of lubricant. He meant to go slow, but Triton's own need urged him on as the younger man sat up again and nearly attacked his chest, lips finding all of Quatre's sensitive spots and exploiting them ruthlessly, or so it seemed to Quatre. He moaned softly and slid his hand between the Latin man's legs, lubricated finger finding the entrance to Triton's body and pushing slightly against it.

Triton gasped and arched his back, spreading his legs wider as he fell backward. Everything seemed like a dream except for Quatre, or rather, what Quatre was doing. Everything centered on Quatre, and Triton wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not when Quatre entered him with a gentleness the younger man remembered from his dreams. He cried out and held the older man close to him, raising his hips to meet Quatre's as the Arab began a gentle, slow movement in and out of him. It felt divine, even better than in his dreams. And it got better, too, when Quatre lifted himself up so he was resting his upper body wieght on his elbows and started to give Triton short, firm kisses.

The young Arab smiled softly at Triton and slid one hand between their bodies, wrapping it gently around Triton's erection and sliding it up and down the hard flesh slowly as he whispered small words and phrases in Arabic to his young lover, speeding both his strokes and thrusts at Triton's wordless insistence that he do so. They moved together, bodies and mouths melding them into one being, full of desire and pleasure.

Triton arched his back and hollered into Quatre's mouth as his climax overwhelmed him, sending him reeling off into a blinding haze of pure pleasure as he clung to the slightly smaller man above him. Dimly he heard Quatre echo his cry, but ignored it and held tightly to the Arab when Quatre collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. A sudden urge to sleep came over him, and Triton snuggled close to Quatre when the blond lay next to him and closed his eyes, sleeping in moment with a peaceful smile on his face.