Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Final Grade ❯ Chapter 5
Title: Final Grade
Chapter: 5/?
Warnings: More 4+3 limeyness. ^_^
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.
"Are you ready?"
Triton looked at Mr. Winner for a moment before sliding into the Python and buckling up. He still wasn't sure what to do about the lunch incident, so he wasn't going to say anything.
"Heero and Sylvia are coming with us."
Triton looked out the window and arranged his kimono more neatly.
"They're coming so nothing happens between you and I."
Despite the fact that they were surrounded by metal, Triton found the scenery quite interesting. He ignored the growing irritation in Quatre's voice.
"Heero used to fuck me."
That made Triton's head snap to the other side, eyes wide and mouth part way open. He was about to say something, do something, but he shut his mouth and turned away once again, cheeks flaming as Quatre laughed shortly. He raised his eyes to his reflection in the window and caught movement, turning around just as Quatre leaned across the seat and pinned the younger man between him and the door, one hand deftly locking it.
Quatre's eyes were narrowed in something akin to anger, but different and not aimed at Triton. He looked his student over and leaned his head forward to kiss right below Triton's ear gently.
"They're coming with us," he repeated, "so that nothing like this happens." He kissed along Triton's throat to his other ear, again whispering. "Yes, Heero and I were lovers. Are you jealous? Is that why you left the table at lunch?" He was so close to Triton, pressed right up against him, and that made the Arab tremble.
Triton's breath caught in his throat and he, too, trembled. He let his head fall back as he listened to what Quatre said, then shrugged minutely. "So what if I was?"
Quatre gritted his teeth and backed off, looking out the windows. No one, good. "Do you know how much I want you, Triton? How much willpower it's costing me to not fuck you brainless right here, right now? I don't think you do." He sighed and leaned over again, not as far this time. "I have an abnormal amount of patience, my boy, but you have the ability to wear it to the last thread. So please . . . don't tempt me. Not anymore." Quatre took both of Triton's hands in his own. "Don't let me hold your hand, don't let me touch you unless it's absolutely needed." He brushed his fingers across the Latin boy's cheek gently. "I'm not going to force or coerce you into anything. But I can't do this on my own. I can't sit back and do nothing, feel nothing while you give me those heated looks, looks that beg me to tear the clothes from your body and---"
Heero opened the driver's side door and pulled Quatre out, then pushed his former lover into the back seat. Sylvia slid in behind Trowa as Heero turned in the front seat and glared at Quatre.
"No," he stated firmly. "Bad." He glared at Quatre, who glared sullenly back until Sylvia cleared her throat.
"Please, let's go to Quatre's?"
"Yes, Sylvia." The car was immediately in gear and speeding toward the Winner estates.
"Good. You two can be juvenile after we're there."
"It's my car," Quatre grumbled to himself, then scrunched low in the seat when both Heero and Sylvia glared at him. "Fine, fine. I'm shutting up." He stared out the window as they drove, cursing himself. Why had he kept touching Triton? 'Damn that boy's arrogance! "So what if I was?" So what? So what?! Does he even know how hard it is for me not to screw him senseless?! Quatre no baka!' He spent the next ten minutes berating himself for being such a weak fool around Triton, then flounced out of the car and to his room. Once there he immediately turned back around and met the other three at the door. "I'm sorry, I'm being a bad host. Please, come in." He ushered them all inside and chuckled at the look on Triton's face.
"All this is yours?" The young man turned around and looked all around him at the vast foyer they'd entered, eyes huge as they followed the two winding staircases that met in the middle to become one, then flitted to the ornate tapestries and wall hangings, and the decor of the place itself. "It's . . . it's . . ."
Quatre chuckled. "Not used to such things?" Triton could only shake his head in awe. "Well. Come here, we'll work on the back patio if this is too distracting." Heero and Sylvia gave him suspicious looks. "Oh, stop it. I'll behave." The two looked at him and shrugged. "Look, Triton and I need to study. Why don't you two explore? Heero, show Sylvia around, would you?"
"Keep your hands to yourself or I'll cut them off," was Heero's parting shot as he led his fiancée off, then Quatre sighed and glanced at Triton.
"The patio's this way. Would you like anything to drink?" He and Triton started walking as the boy shook his head.
"No, thank you. This . . . is a big house." He flushed slightly, kicking himself for saying such a stupid thing.
Quatre chuckled. "I guess so."
"You . . . live alone?" Triton was guessing that Quatre was single, but he had to know for sure. 'Why? So I don't have a guiltier conscience if I let him fuck me?'
"Other than the servants, yes." Quatre glanced at his student out of the corner of his eye. "Why?"
"Just wondering."
Quatre opened the patio door and ushered Triton through, then closed it. "I see. Just wondering." He ignored the quick look he was given, opting to sit down instead. "Please, sit." The Arab patted the spot next to him. "Get your book out and open to page five hundred ninety-three."
Triton eyed the seat with apprehension, the decided what the heck. It gave him an excuse to sit next to Mr. Winner, so who was he to complain? The young man did as he was told, placing his book in his lap.
Quatre leaned in close and started his lecture, occasionally tapping the book to emphasize his point. The nearness of his teacher was making Triton feel a little light-headed, and he shifted in his seat when Quatre's tapping on his book proved to be a wonderful stimulus even through the layers of his kimono.
"--- and . . . Triton? Triton, are you paying attention?"
"What? Oh. Yes, sir."
Quatre shook his head. "I don't think you were. What was I talking about?" He nodded when Triton flushed and looked down, stammering out a reply. "I thought so. Why weren't you paying attention?"
'Because you're so close, and it's exciting me.' Triton bit his lower lip and shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'll pay attention."
"That wasn't the question."
Emerald orbs widened and Triton swallowed sharply. 'Shit. What is he thinking? Does he want me to admit he's turning me on?' "Ah, just that, sir, I'll be missing the performances this weekend."
Quatre smiled slightly. "Right." 'Liar.'
"What?"
He shook his head. "Oh, nothing. Now, let's start over." He began again, again tapping the book. This time though, Quatre watched Triton very carefully, and soon arrived at the correct assumption that the boy was getting aroused. 'Well, isn't this nice.' He lowered his voice until Triton had to lean toward him to hear what was being said, then slid his hand from the book to Triton's leg. The Latin man stilled, head tilted to the side as he pondered the situation. After a moment Triton relaxed, sitting a little lower in his seat and letting his legs fall open a bit more. Quatre suppressed a chuckle and moved his hand up and down Triton's leg slowly, reveling in the feel of the taught muscles.
Triton let his head fall back against the top of the couch's back, breathing heavily. He was having a hard time keeping the kimono around his legs, preventing Quatre's hand from moving to his inside thighs, much to Quatre's disappointment. Triton's eyelids fluttered closed and he rolled his head toward Quatre, mouth open slightly as he licked his lips.
Quatre took the invitation for what it was and lightly touched his lips to Triton's as he moved his hand to the front of the kimono and slid it inside, pressing the palm against Triton's chest.
"Sexuality is a big part of the difference between men and women," he murmured. Triton opened his eyes and frowned at Quatre, who chuckled and kissed the corners of the young man's mouth. "I told your sister you'd learn here." He moved his lips to Triton's throat and kissed there. "And you will. We can have fun as long as you're learning."
Triton thought about this as Quatre moved the front of his kimono to the side and kissed the exposed skin. Have fun? He supposed that this was fun. He certainly didn't want to do anything else. Quatre alternated between talking and kissing, once in a while asking Triton a question to make sure he'd been following along. Whenever he couldn't answer the question, Quatre backed off a bit. Triton was quick to master the art of paying attention under pressure.
"Good. You're learning quickly." Quatre nodded after his last question and moved his head up to kiss Triton's lips, but the boy twisted until he was facing Quatre, then leaned back against the arm of the seat. The Arab paused, not sure what to do, then Triton smiled softly at him. 'We're making progress. This is good.' He started at Triton's ankles and moved his hands up, drawing the kimono higher and higher on the young man's legs. Triton sighed softly and shifted a bit, assisting Quatre. The noble smiled to himself and moved back down when he had the kimono up around Triton's waist, kissing slowly up the younger man's legs.
Triton gasped and shifted around as electric jolts shot up his legs and straight to his groin, hands grasping any surface they could find. They ended up gripping the back and arm of the couch, digging in as Triton tilted his head back and panted, wanton lust coursing through him. By this time Quatre had gotten to his upper thighs and the Latin man moved his legs apart at the slightest touch from the Arab, unashamedly exposing himself. All Triton knew was that he needed release, and Quatre had what he needed. He whimpered softly as Quatre lay down between his legs, weight supported mostly on slim but strong arms.
"Triton . . ." Quatre's voice grated in his ear, full of need and desire. "Triton, please. Why are you doing this?"
Quatre's head moved down to suck lightly at Triton's neck as the boy thought. "I . . ." He tangled his hand in Quatre's hair as the older man nibbled on the sensitive flesh of his ear, moaning softly. "I . . . I don't know. I . . . you make me . . ." Triton's voice lowered to barely a whisper. "You make me feel so strange, and I like it. I like it." His face burned at that secret revealed, waiting for Quatre to laugh and call him either stupid or a slut and turn away. He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of the pain as Quatre's mouth left his ear, but it never came. Instead a soft hand cupped his cheek and gentle lips kissed his eyelids.
"Triton . . ." When his eyes opened, Quatre smiled and kissed Triton's mouth softly before sitting up. At his student's bewildered look he laughed softly and shook his head. "This is neither the time nor place for such things. Besides, we still have a lot of work to do. And . . ." Quatre leaned forward one more time and kissed Triton's lips again. "Thank you," he whispered. "Now, shall we get back to the lesson?"
Triton blinked and shook his head to clear it, still painfully aroused. It gave him little comfort to know that Quatre was equally excited, but he nodded anyway. "Y, yes." Quatre smiled and they began again.
Three hours later a servant brought word of dinner, and they left their studies to go eat. Triton once again gaped at the dining hall, head twisting around to stare.
Quatre chuckled, a hand at the base of Triton's back leading the boy to the table. "Would you like a tour after dinner? I'd be happy to give you one."
A breathless nod was the reply he got as Triton sat down, eyes still big. Heero and Sylvia were already there and gave him suspicious looks.
"Look, you two, would you stop? I'm in enough trouble if I touch him without consent as it is; I don't need you to try to kill me. All right?"
Triton looked at Quatre and blushed as Sylvia nodded. It took another minute of glaring between Quatre and Heero before the Japanese man gave a curt nod, then the Arab sat with a small smile.
It was a table set for four, but there was only conversation between two and a half. Heero occasionally put in a remark, but stayed mostly silent, eyes dragging around the table to bore into Triton. The young man fidgeted nervously and stared at his plate, picking at the food on it as he tried to ignore the man staring at him. Finally, he gave up and peeked at Heero, caught by a Prussian blue gaze that was as hard as Gundanium and as cold as ice. He shivered and looked down again quickly, biting his lip. A glance at Quatre told him that his teacher was still talking to Sylvia, leaving Triton no way out from Heero's stare.
Quatre looked up for a moment, then looked from Heero to Triton. He sighed. "Heero, you're not Medusa. Quit trying to turn him to stone." He pushed his plate away. "I'm sure you and Sylvia are tired."
"No."
"Yes, we are."
Triton and Quatre looked at each other as the lovers spoke in unison, then Quatre cracked a small smile. Triton's mouth twitched at the corners as Sylvia stood.
"We're very tired, Quatre. Come on, Heero. Show me that big bed you were talking about." Heero's tan skin got darker as he flushed, then stammered something and got up, taking Sylvia by the arm and leading her out. She threw a wink over her shoulder at Triton and Quatre before the door shut.
Quatre chuckled. "I envy him." He dabbed at his mouth with his napkin and looked at his beautiful student. "It's only nine. I think we've studied enough for tonight, don't you?"
Triton bit his lip again. Only nine. That meant two more hours until he absolutely had to be back at the circus. But . . . did he want to go back? The answer was no, Triton didn't want to go back to the circus.
"What, what would you suggest we do, sir?" Maybe go sit on the couch again . . . 'Or that tour. I wonder if all the beds are as big as Sylvia said Heero told her--- Baka! Stop it!' Triton mentally kicked himself. 'Stupid! If you think about that you won't think at all. Get control, please? I don't want to be out of control . . .' The thought trailed off with the nagging feeling that he was wrong as Triton looked at his teacher.
"Well, I have a pool, if you know how to swim."
"No, sir. I don't."
Quatre gave him a look of surprise. "No? That's odd. I would have thought that you knew, being in the circus and all."
Triton sighed. Why did everyone assume these things about circus people? "No, sir. That's a misconception. I don't know how to swim, and I can't ride a horse. That's not my area."
"Oh? What do you do, then?"
"Trapeze, human target. That sort of thing."
Quatre nodded once. "Ah. I see. Well, would you like to learn how to swim?"
" . . . I guess."
Quatre smiled. A very good excuse to see Triton in next to nothing. He nodded again and started off to the pool. "This way."
Triton followed, heart rate a litter faster than normal. Learning to swim would mean taking the kimono off. It also meant Quatre would have to be in the water with him. Which meant, in turn, that Quatre's clothes would have to come off, too. Triton found the thought appealing. He wondered what Quatre looked like without his shirt and pants on . . . He was stronger than he looked, Triton knew.
'When did I start calling him "Quatre," instead of "Mr. Winner"?' he wondered as the thought hit him. He frowned a bit as Quatre opened a pair of large glass doors, then stared at the pool. It was huge. He'd have to swim in it? 'Maybe . . . maybe this was a bad idea . . .' He looked at Quatre.
The young noble smiled at his student, then untucked his shirt. "Do you like it, Triton?" He started unbuttoning the pink fabric slowly, starting at the base of his throat.
Triton swallowed nervously and darted his eyes away from Quatre's hands, even though they seemed to always wander back to the tantalizing scene. He shifted a bit, looking down. "Yes, sir," he murmured. Did he like what? The pool or Quatre slowly taking his clothes off?
"The kimono needs to come off, Triton." There was faint amusement in Quatre's voice, making the younger man look up. "You can't very well learn to swim in it, can you? I didn't think so. If you need something to wear . . ." But Triton was wearing underwear, Quatre already knew. White briefs. His smile turned a little smug as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid slowly out of it, letting the fabric fall to the floor. A servant would pick it up. He moved behind Triton when the boy still didn't move, undoing the obi. Triton sighed softly and relaxed, hands moving behind him to cover Quatre's and guide them through the complicated process. Together they rid Triton of the kimono, folding each piece neatly and setting it on a near-by table. Finally Triton stood before Quatre in nothing but the pair of white briefs, arms crossed over his chest as he blushed. Quatre smiled. Beautiful.
"S, sir?" Triton bit his lip as Quatre just stared at him, body starting to tingle in a now-familiar way. His teacher was very well built under that outfit, and Triton wondered what trick of the cut hid it, making Quatre's shoulders seem narrower than they were, chest less muscled.
The Arab shook himself and slid his belt off, pants joining it and his shirt on the floor in moments. He walked to the deep end and stretched. "Get in." Before Triton could say anything Quatre dove in smoothly, surfacing to find the young man huddled on the steps in the shallow end. He grinned and swam easily over to the boy, one hand on either side of Triton as Quatre leaned in close. "What are you afraid of?" he murmured in the brown-haired boy's ear. "You're not going to drown. The water's only three feet deep here."
Triton licked his lips as he started to pant softly, hands moving up to splay across Quatre's chest. "I . . . I . . ." He wasn't sure what to say, so Triton didn't say anything. He just slid under and moved out from under Quatre's arms, surfacing with a gasp and standing, arms crossed over his chest as he shivered slightly.
Quatre looked down at the water and sighed, shaking his head slowly. "Oh, Triton. Triton, Triton, Triton. Come here, Triton. I'm not going to bite, really I'm not." It took a few more minutes of coaxing before Triton would go near Quatre, but it was worth it. It was so worth having Triton touching him, at times in his arms, and doing everything Quatre asked of him. The boy was quick to take to the water, and as Quatre was turning around to see where he'd gone, the Arab got a splash in the face.
Triton allowed himself a small smile, huddling low in the water after splashing Quatre. 'Take that,' he thought, then his eyes widened and he had to scramble out of the way as Quatre lunged for him. "Hey!"
"Hey? Hey? You splash me, then don't expect me to retaliate? Hey, this!" Quatre dove under and grabbed Triton by the calves, pulling the boy under with him. There was a moment of confusion as Triton thrashed around, then Quatre's arms were around his waist and they were above the water, gasping for breath. Triton was clinging to Quatre, arms tight around the blonde's neck, and when he looked up Quatre kissed him, moving them both to the shallow end steps.
'Oh . . .' Triton responded to the kiss, tightening his hold around Quatre's neck and letting himself float, long legs finding their way around the older man's waist. "Mmmm . . ." 'This is nice. I wish we could stay like this. I like this. Quatre's not forcing me to do anything, and I bet that he'd stop if I wanted him to. But I don't want him to . . .' Triton broke the kiss to let his lips wander down the side of the blonde's neck, tongue flicking out to lap the water off of the smooth skin. Quatre tensed and moaned softly, one hand running through Triton's hair as he tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat for the younger man to explore. Triton was in awe, knowing that he had the power to make Quatre moan his name. 'Kind of like in my dreams, except this is real. I like real.'
Quatre was staring up at the ceiling, hands in tight fists as he fought to let Triton stay in control of the moment. He had a sinking suspicion that if he tried to take control Triton would run off again, so Quatre just ran his hand through his student's hair and trembled. 'Oh God, please let this moment never end. Let us just stay here, like this, in peace. I'd give most anything if this one wish is granted . . .' He sighed when Triton moved from his neck to his jaw, daring to look at the young man. 'Oh, God . . .' Eyes closed lightly, Triton didn't seem aware of anything but what he was doing, which was driving Quatre insane and looking beautiful as he did so. Quatre couldn't help himself anymore and tilted his head to the side, capturing the Latin boy's mouth again as gently and slowly as he could, praying that Triton wouldn't pull away.
'Oh . . .' Triton clenched his hands in fists on Quatre's back and slowly relinquished control to the Arab, relaxing against the steps of the pool. He arched his back as Quatre's fingers danced lightly across it, gasping when his teacher took that opportunity to kiss down his chest, tongue flicking out and tracing his nipples. "Ohhhh . . ." Triton felt himself dangerously close to losing control and put his hand between his chest and Quatre's lips the next time the noble leaned down to kiss him. There was a moment's hesitation before Quatre moved to a different area, and Triton once again put his hand between Quatre's lips and his chest. Quatre sighed and pushed himself up, staring down at Triton.
"You want me to stop."
Triton swallowed and nodded, knowing he was being a tease and hating himself for it, but not yet willing to let himself go that far. "I'm, I'm sorry . . ."
Quatre sighed and pulled Triton into his arms, tucking the young man's head under his chin. "Don't be. There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just glad that you're stopping me before we do something you don't want to. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret later, that's all." He smiled and started rocking from side to side slowly, gazing down at the beauty in his arms. "When you're ready for something more, if you're ready, then I'll be here. I know you've been hurt, Triton, and the best that I can do is to be there for you whenever you need me. I doubt promises will mean anything, so I'll have to prove it by my actions."
"But . . ." Triton raised his head. "I've never . . . no one's ever . . ."
Quatre smiled. "I know." He moved his hands to Triton's shoulders and started rubbing gently. He had the gratification of feeling Triton relax under his touch, and eventually the young man's breath evened out. He'd fallen asleep. Quatre chuckled and gently lifted Triton up in his arms, laying his Latin student out on a reclining deck chair before taking a towel and gently drying him off. He'd let him sleep awhile before taking him home.
* * *
Soft hands were on his shoulders, shaking him gently. Triton murmured in protest and tried to roll over, but those same hands stopped him, and he could vaguely make out a voice talking to him.
"No, love, don't do that. You'll fall off. Wake up, Triton. It's time to go back home. Please? Come on, beautiful, wake up. I'd love to let you stay, but you can't. Cathrine would castrate me. Heero and Sylvia would help. Please?"
Triton mumbled something incoherent and covered his face with his hands, only to have them removed and have Quatre's lips replace them. He sat up with a start, eyes wide. Quatre smiled down at him cheerily.
"Wake up, Sunshine. Watching you sleep is torture, and besides, it's half past ten. I think Cathrine would appreciate it if I brought you home early tonight. Come on, get dressed. Want me to help?" He licked his lips and Triton blushed.
"Uhm, no, I'm fine, thank you . . ."
Quatre laughed and ruffled his hair. "It's all right. Come outside when you're dressed and I'll take you home." He took Triton's hand and kissed the back of it gently, then stood up and walked out of the room. Watching Triton sleep had been torture. Watching how innocent Triton looked, Quatre could hardly believe that the young man had been raped. 'I don't know for sure that he was raped. But . . . I'll ask Cathrine. He told me to ask Cathrine.' Quatre got in the Python and shifted uncomfortably. 'I've been through two wars, my father dying and the psychosis that his death brought with it, not to mention the pain of knowing I killed thousands of innocents. And yet, and yet I can barely handle knowing that one of my students might have been raped.'
Quatre shook his head. 'No, Triton's not my student. Not anymore. I'm not sure when he stopped being my student and started being Triton, the young man I'm in love with, but it happened and there's no way I'm going back to being just his teacher. Triton needs my help. I may be uneasy with his being a rape victim, but damn it, I'm not letting him down. I've worked too hard to get Triton to trust me to throw it away simply because I'm not comfortable with one part of him. Damn it, this is a part of Triton. And if I want to be a part of Triton's life, I'm going to have to accept it. I do, and I will.' He turned to smile at Triton as the young man opened the door and slid in, starting the car up. "You look wonderful in that kimono."
Triton blushed slightly. "I, uh, thank you . . ." There was a moment of silence. "I'm sorry I fell asleep."
"That's all right. I enjoyed watching you sleep. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you." Triton stifled a yawn.
Quatre smiled. "You'll be home soon, then you can sleep." Triton nodded and licked his lips. Quatre glanced at him, then reached over and gently took his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. "Triton, were you okay with today? With everything that happened?"
"What? What do you mean?" Triton glanced at Quatre, then at their hands.
"Are you all right with everything that happened today?"
"Of course."
"Are you sure, Triton? You're all right with everything? Not just with the studying part, but with me touching you, and kissing you?"
Triton looked out the window, then focused his gaze on Quatre's reflection in the window. "Am I? I'm not sure."
"Would you like to talk about it? In the pool was the fourth time, Triton. I think we need to talk, but if you'd rather not talk now, I can wait."
Triton took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy, but they didn't have much time before they'd get to the circus. "I . . . Around you . . . I don't like not being in control. But you make me lose control, and normally I'd hate that, and pull away. But I can't pull away from you, Quatre." The Latin boy covered his face. "God, I'm not even calling you Mr. Winner anymore. I can't think of you as my teacher. You're Quatre. You're inside of me, inside my mind, and I can't get you out. I'm not sure I want you out, either. I think about you, day and night. Night . . . I'm spinning out of control, Quatre, and I don't know how to safely stop. I don't want to stop. And that scares me more than anything, I think."
Quatre stopped the car outside of the Bloom trailer and turned to face Triton, not touching him at all. "There's so much to say, Triton. I can't say it, not the things that need saying. It's not that I don't want to, because I do."
"Some things are better done than said," Triton murmured as he watched the light in Cathrine's window.
"Yes." Quatre leaned toward Triton and paused.
The young man glanced at his teacher and licked his lips, then leaned toward him, running his tongue over his lower lip before biting it gently, letting it slide from between his teeth. Quatre's hand came up and gently touched his cheek, and Triton leaned into it, tilting his head up a bit. Quatre gave him a soft smile before their lips met gently, and the Arab gave him soft kisses that sent chills down Triton's spine. He responded, heart speeding up. This gentleness was somehow more exciting than their passion-filled kisses, then Quatre pulled away slowly, licking his lips and breathing as heavily as Triton was.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he murmured, aching to go further, but knowing that he'd lose control if he did.
Triton licked his own lips and nodded. "Bright and early," was his breathless whisper before he opened the door and got out, taking his bag and giving Quatre a soft smile.
"I look forward to it." Quatre waited until Triton was in the trailer before pulling out and heading home, ignoring the papers he needed to grade in favor of a long, hot bath and the blissful memories of this evening.
When Triton opened the door, he let his smile bloom fully, hugging his arms to his chest and fighting the urge to start chuckling. He was feeling rather giddy and light-headed, looking forward to the morning.
"Cathrine?" No answer met his soft call, so Triton figured his sister was sleeping, or otherwise occupied. 'Hilde's car isn't here . . .' He dared to peek in Cathrine's room, smiling to see her sleeping with a book across her lap. He moved quietly into the room and marked her place, the set the book on the nightstand before covering his sister up and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She shifted a bit and opened her eyes, yawning.
"Triton? You're back? What time is it?"
He smiled. "It's me, yes, I'm back, and it's quarter 'til eleven. I'm home early."
"Oh. Did you have fun? Get much studying done?"
"I had fun, 'neesan, and yes, we studied very hard. I learned a lot." Triton tucked the covers around Cathrine and stood. "I'm going to bed now."
"Sweet dreams, Triton. Everything went okay?"
Triton considered this and smiled slowly. "Yes. Don't worry, I enjoyed myself." He left the room, closing the door on a slightly confused Cathrine. Let her think what she would about that comment. Triton took his kimono off slowly, imagining that Quatre was helping him again. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he shivered. 'Quatre . . . If only I felt like this all the time around you, Quatre, but I don't. Maybe we can change that? Mm . . . That would be nice. I like this feeling, this feeling of warmth deep inside. It's not the fire that threatens to consume me when I can't control myself and you're kisses are making me lose my mind, it's a comforting, easy warmth. I don't want it to go away.'
Triton lay on his stomach on his bed and idly swung his legs in the air as he laced his fingers together and used them to prop his head up, wiggling his toes and feet a bit as he closed his eyes and smiled yet again, remembering the softness in Quatre's eyes as the Arab had looked in him. 'It was the same look that Cathrine and Hilde give each other. I wonder . . . is it love?' The mere thought set butterflies loose in Triton's stomach and he curled on his side, holding a pillow tightly against his chest. 'Oh, please, let it be love. I want Quatre to love me so much, I don't know what I'd do if he didn't.' Triton felt all glowy and fluttery inside, breathless and on air. He glanced at the clock. It was one forty-seven in the morning. He'd spent almost two hours thinking about Quatre. 'If I don't get to sleep soon, I'll be sleeping during class, or when Quatre's talking to me.' Triton rolled over and closed his eyes. 'Maybe I'll dream of him . . .' That made Triton chuckle softly to himself, then he let himself relax and drifted off to sweet dreams.