Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Instrumental ❯ Instrumental ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the G'boys, I just borrow them from time to time to play with and return them a whole lot happier, ne?

 

Rating: NC 17

 

Warnings: Yaoi, shonen-ai, sap, angst, PWP, lemon.

 

Spoilers: Yes for episodes 3 & 4 of the series.

 

 

Pairings: 3x4

 

Notes: Trowa meets Quatre for the first time when he surrenders to him and is taken back to the blonde's base, there he joins Quatre in a duet of more than flute and violin.

 

 

This is a fic request from Amelia Ray - I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

Author: ShenLong

 

 

"Instrumental"

 

December. 2004 ShenLong

 

The hatch lowered and Trowa stepped out, arms raised in surrender. He peered from underneath his bang at his captor and felt his breath hitch.

 

Quatre scrambled from the cockpit and out onto Sandrock's hatch, coming face to face with his opponent and his heart almost stopped. "You and I shouldn't be fighting each other," he said almost shyly as he studied the pilot before him.

 

Trowa didn't answer, opting to rake his eyes over his captor and the Gundam that supported him.

 

"Put your hands down, I was the one to surrender and come out, remember?"

 

Trowa raised his head and lowered his hands, a small smile played over his lips but he remained silent. His head was telling him to get the hell out of there, take his Gundam and continue the fight; alone. His heart was telling him to trust this other person. For the first time in his young life, Trowa followed his heart.

 

***

 

The place was huge. Trowa had never before seen such luxury, such opulence, and yet this other pilot treated it as an everyday occurrence. The room that the other boy led him to was just as luxurious as the rest of the mansion. Trowa looked around staring, his face giving nothing away whilst inside he was a veritable turmoil of emotions. Idly he wondered just what the other boy expected from him, nothing came without a price; of that Trowa was only too aware, and yet he couldn't think of anything he had that the other could possibly want.

 

Deciding that chasing his thoughts in a never ending circle wasn't going to get him anywhere, Trowa gave up on thinking. No doubt the price would be found out soon enough.

 

He unzipped his duffle and took out fresh clothing; a shower was in order. Stepping into the spacious bathroom, Trowa had to wonder if the bathroom was just for him or a mini army. It was huge! A large Jacuzzi-come-bathtub sat in one corner, with a shower stall big enough for five people standing next to it. On the opposing wall a full length vanity with two sinks and large mirrors resided that would to put any five star hotel public restroom to shame. The toilet sat at the end and beside the Jacuzzi a tiered towel rack full of thick, fluffy towels was attached to the wall. Many different sized and shaped bottles adorned the vanity along with various scented soaps.

 

Trowa picked up a couple and turned them idly over in his hands before replacing them once more. He finally selected a bar of soap that smelt of cinnamon and musk, and set it upon the soap dish in the shower. Stripping his clothes off he became aware of the dried sweat and grime attached to his clothing and skin. Yes, a shower would be more than welcome. Turning on the taps it only took a moment for the water to warm up and Trowa stepped under the spray, enjoying the feeling of the warm droplets coursing over his skin. He stood for a while, savoring the feeling before picking up the soap and beginning to wash away the past few days' accumulation of dirt, blood, sweat and tears. No matter how hard he scrubbed though, he couldn't rid his soul of the guilt.

 

Deciding he was as clean as he was ever going to be, Trowa turned off the taps and stepped out. He snagged a large fluffy towel and began to dry himself. Might as well enjoy the luxury while he could. Skin now dry, Trowa reached for the clean clothes he'd brought in with him, green turtleneck and tight jeans. He didn't wear any underwear, when fighting a battle and constantly on the move, it made sense to travel light so Trowa only carried the barest of necessities. Three pairs of jeans, four turtlenecks, socks, personal hygiene items, towel, ration bars and a dog eared book. He preferred to keep his clothing simple, that way he could blend in when not on a mission.

 

The jeans fit him like a second skin and with his flesh still a little damp from the shower, they were even harder to pull on. He managed to drag them up over his hips though and carefully zipped them up. The turtleneck followed, settling over his broad shoulders and clinging to his well defined torso.. A comb made its way through defiant bangs and after a quick brush of his teeth, Trowa was as ready as he ever was going to be to face the rest of the day. Packing up his meager possessions he left the bathroom neat and tidy, deposited his stuff back into his duffle and sat on the edge of the bed contemplating his next move.

 

***

 

Quatre stared out of the window, his thoughts swirling through his head. He'd known there were other's out there just like him, fighting for the same cause. Today he'd met one of them and confirmed that notion. It made sense to him that if they were both fighting the same battle it would be far better to join together and fight than to do so individually; after all, there was greater strength and safety in numbers.

 

The other boy had hardly spoken two words to him since they had met and yet Quatre felt a kinship forming. He wanted to know more about this other boy, he sensed that the tall teen's background was very different from his own and yet they were united by a common objective. He wondered just how the other had come to be in the pilot's seat of a Gundam.

 

With his mind still focused on the new arrival, Quatre took a shower. What was the other boy doing now? How long would he stay? Would he accept Quatre's hand of friendship? Could they unite and fight the cause together? All these thoughts and more continued to swirl through Quatre's mind as he cleansed the battle from his skin. Stepping out of the shower and toweling himself off, Quatre sighed. He really needed to stop thinking so much.

 

Dressing himself he exited his room and wandered along the hall way. He was tempted to find the other pilot but then decided against it. Best to leave him alone for the moment. Instead Quatre headed for the music room. Perhaps playing a few tunes on his violin would help to soothe his mind. Stepping inside he went straight to the cabinet and took out the case, setting it down upon the table and undoing the clasps. He drew the highly polished instrument out and ran his fingers lovingly over the wood. Picking up the bow he tucked the violin under his chin and ran the bow across the strings, ears listening intently for any deviation from the key. Hearing nothing but the in-tune notes, he smiled, poised the bow, closed his eyes and began to play.

 

***

 

Trowa decided he really shouldn't stay in his room the entire time he was here, not only was it impolite, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. The smaller pilot intrigued him and despite his reservations, Trowa wanted to learn more about the other teen. Maybe they could join forces from time to time. The blonde was obviously fighting for the same cause, the similarities in their Gundams confirmed that. Add the fact that Heavyarms was safely ensconced in the underground workshop with the blonde's small army of mechanics and technicians repairing the suit and Trowa knew they were not enemies.

 

He wondered if they could become friends.

 

The soft sound of violin music penetrated the room and Trowa listened to the melody, the tune soothing his restless soul. Without being aware that he'd moved, Trowa found himself opening the door and stepping out into the hall, intent on following the notes to their source. He took slow, deliberate steps along the hall, the sounds of the melody luring him ever onwards, daring him to discover the source of such a sweet sound. As he walked so the music became stronger, clearer and Trowa knew he was getting close.

 

Then he was there.

 

The door stood partially open, the melody spilling out to caress the ears of anyone who cared to listen. Curiously, Trowa poked his head inside the open door. The blonde stood facing the tall window, his back to Trowa, head slightly inclined, arms both raised and one moving rapidly. From the stance Trowa could tell that the other pilot was at one with playing a violin. Not just playing the instrument though; oh no. The young man was coaxing the tune from the strings with a passion rarely seen and what was even more amazing was the way the violin responded. The notes flowed true and clear, joining together and reverberating through the body of the wood to dance out in a tune of seduction.

 

'Making love to the ears' was the only way Trowa could describe it.

 

Trowa's audio system was being seduced, slowly yet surely being toyed and played with, coaxed inexorably towards the final crescendo.

 

Leaning against the wall between the cabinet and the door, arms crossed over his chest, Trowa allowed himself to be consumed by the music; felt it pulse through his veins, throb along nerves, vibrate through muscle until his entire being thrummed to the beat. It called to him, beckoned him and finally he succumbed.

 

Pushing off the wall he eyed the contents of the cabinet and with his decision made, he opened the door. Long fingers grasped the slender, silver form and plucked it from its resting place. Lips pursed as the instrument was raised, lungs filled with air, eyes closed and fingers found the keys.

 

Trowa began to play.

 

***

 

Quatre whirled around as the sound of the flute joined in perfect harmony with the violin. His eyes widened in shock then a smile graced his lips as he began to play with renewed vigor.

 

The two instruments flowed together, each complimenting the other, notes entwining and caressing, building the tune between them, strong and confident. The flute took the lead, the sweet sound piercing the air as it filled the room with its light notes. Then the violin joined back in, surging forward but not overpowering the lighter instrument.

 

The two boys locked eyes over their respective instruments continuing to play and bring the tune towards the inevitable end. Fingers flew over keys and bow sliced across strings as notes were drawn forth. The tune built in pitch and fever until reaching the final bars and falling into the last notes.

 

Trowa lowered the flute away from his lips a little, lungs drawing in much needed air. Opposite him the blonde lowered the bow and removed the violin from under his chin, also panting slightly. Their eyes continued to stay locked, staring silently at each other, neither one willing to break the contact and thus break the spell that had been woven by the music. Eventually the smaller of the two spoke.

 

"That was..."

 

"...Incredible," Trowa finished the sentence for the blonde.

 

"You play beautifully."

 

Trowa lowered his eyes, a pink tinge appearing on his cheeks and turned to replace the flute in the cabinet.

 

"Don't."

 

The command was soft but demanded obedience. Trowa halted in his actions.

 

"Please, let us play some more?" The blonde had moved to stand behind the taller pilot.

 

Trowa slowly turned around. He had to be lacking in his concentration if he'd let the other pilot sneak up on him like that; but somehow, Trowa didn't care. There was something about the young, blonde boy that called to Trowa. He could sense there was no threat, just the offer of friendship. Peering out from under his bangs he locked eyes with the petite blonde again and swallowed; hard.

 

"Play with me?" The words were spoken softly, huskily even, the teal eyes becoming bottomless pools which drew the taller teen in and threatened to drown him in their depths.

 

There were many ways in which Trowa could interpret that plea, and only one had to do with music. Without understanding what he was doing or why, he leaned forwards and gently brushed his lips against the other pilot's mouth.

 

Quatre's eyes closed briefly as the fleeting kiss was pressed to his lips. When the other teen's mouth left, he opened them again and stared into emerald. "Play with me?" he repeated, his voice taking on a slightly seductive tone. Quatre was stunned by his own blatant, forward display. Normally he was a quiet, reserved person, shy even, especially around people he'd just met; but this boy... Quatre couldn't explain it, this boy touched something deep inside, triggered and animalistic instinct and Quatre was determined to find out what it was.

 

Inching a little closer, Quatre took the flute from the tall boy's fingers and lay it upon the shelf of the cabinet. "Please?"

 

Staring, completely enraptured by the blonde, Trowa found himself responding to the little pilot in a way he'd never known. The smaller boy seemed lonely, craved attention and Trowa could in one way understand why. From his observations thus far he's seen that the small army of men that had accompanied the other pilot and whilst obviously devoted to him, were not what the young teen needed. He desperately needed a friend, a companion, someone of his own age that he could talk to, be with and enjoy the company of. Trowa wanted to be that person. He leant forwards again, this time his hand cupped the blonde's cheek whilst his other came to rest at the nape of the other's neck, caressing softly and pulling the other boy closer. Lips met again and this time Trowa deepened the kiss. His lips pressed firmly against Quatre's, moving languidly over the soft, supple one's he held captive. Trowa ran his tongue teasingly across the other boy's bottom lip, asking for permission and when those lips parted for him his tongue swept inside, running across teeth and gums, teasing the roof of the mouth before tangling with its counterpart and stroking softly.

 

Quatre moaned quietly. He'd never had a kiss before in his life and never dreamt it would feel this nice, especially from another boy. Sure he'd fantasized about it, what normal healthy teenage youth wouldn't? His blood was heating, sleeping nerves awakening and Quatre knew that this wasn't going to be enough. The gentle explorations of his mouth left him aching and wanting in a way he'd never known possible, surely there had to be more? His own tongue quested forth and tangled with another slick muscle. They danced together for a moment, caressing and entwining, stroking gently against each other until the need for air became predominant. A soft whimper left Quatre's mouth as the other boy's lips and tongue left his own.

 

"Oh God," moaned Trowa, his desire mounting and he drew the smaller one closer, wrapping his arms tightly around the slightly trembling form and pressing his lips to the sweet skin of the other's neck. He kissed, nipped and suckled along the milky flesh, savoring the taste of the other pilot. It was intoxicating. Trowa had to have more. "God's, I want you," he murmured softly as he licked along the shell of an ear.

 

"Then take me, play with me, I'm yours to do with as you wish." The words came tumbling out of Quatre's mouth, the blonde not caring what he was promising as long as the other teen didn't stop. He wanted it all.

 

"Not here," murmured Trowa.

 

"My room, it's closer than yours," whispered Quatre and reluctantly began to squirm out of the tight embrace. Taking the taller teen's hand in his own and lacing their fingers together, Quatre led them to the door and stuck his head out. No one was about. They stepped out into the hall and Quatre led them along until he reached a door and pushed it open. Once they were both inside he shut it firmly and turned to face the other pilot, a little shy now that they were in his room.

 

Trowa saw the uncertainty in those teal depths and did his best to put the blonde at ease. He drew the boy once more into his arms and began to kiss him senseless. Mouths parted and tongues mapped out the interiors of their counterparts, finding sensitive spots and eliciting moans from each other. With his arms wrapped around the petite blonde, Trowa splayed his fingers and began to rub his palms over the expanse of the blonde's back. The small body shivered under his touch, the muscles shifting under skin and cloth and Trowa was eager to see and touch flesh to flesh. As he continued to kiss the blonde and distract him, Trowa carefully moved them both across the room to the large bed.

 

Feeling a barrier behind his knees and with nowhere else to go, Quatre found himself being gently pushed to the mattress. His knees gave and he sank backwards, the taller pilot following him in his descent. Quatre gasped as their bodies came into contact for the first time; pressing against each other he could feel the hardness of the other youth's arousal and his own excitement swelled. The kisses continued and Quatre was lost in the intensity of them, wanting nothing more than to drown in the pleasure he was feeling.

 

With the smaller youth now underneath him, Trowa pressed home his advantage. His hands stroked along the blonde's ribcage, the cloth of the shirt barrier adding friction to the already sensitive skin. He managed to work a couple of buttons free and slipped his hand inside to locate a nipple and tease gently. The reaction to his touch nearly sent Trowa off the bed. The smaller pilot arched up suddenly and groaned loudly, Trowa snickered silently and began to torment the nipple with abandon. He flicked his thumb across it, circled it and pinched softly, the responses he caused fueling his desire further. He desperately wanted to see the other, to touch without the barrier of clothing and so he withdrew his hand and began to flip open the remaining buttons of the shirt. Once the shirt was undone, the milky expanse of skin was revealed completely to his eyes and Trowa partook of the visual feast before lowering his mouth to taste.

 

"Ahh... Oh, Allah, that feels so good," whimpered Quatre. His mind was a mess, the pleasure singing along his nerves and wakening a need so intense that Quatre was blinded by it. He had no idea what his body craved, he'd never felt anything along these lines before. Yes, he'd masturbated a couple of times but the level of arousal and what he was feeling now was completely different to touching himself. He hadn't experienced sex in any form other than his own hand and whilst he knew what went where he had yet to experience any of it. Hopefully he would find out what his body craved with this other pilot.

 

Flicking his tongue across the hardened nub, Trowa was enjoying his feast. Quatre's flesh was laid out like a banquet and he intended to touch and taste every inch of it. He may die in battle tomorrow, but at least he'd have this memory to take to the grave with him and die happy. Trowa was no virgin, he'd learnt a long time ago that his body could be used to his advantage and so he'd done just that. Most of the times though had been a simple tension relief, his body being merely a vessel for someone else to use to satisfy their needs; rarely had Trowa enjoyed the act. There had been the odd person here and there that had made it good for him as well, taught him how to touch, how to arouse his partner and receive pleasure at the same time. Trowa had cherished those few times and now he put his learned skills into practice.

 

Still laving the nipple with his tongue and teeth, Trowa's hands slowly moved down over the blonde's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The creamy skin was flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat appearing as the other pilot squirmed and writhed under the onslaught. Trowa's fingers stopped as they met the waistband of the other youth's pants but he wasn't about to be deterred from his task. He ran the pads of his fingers around the waistband feeling the skin shiver and move as he did so, gently working his fingers under the band he brushed against the thickening hair and teased at it lightly.

 

"Please."

 

The plea was so quiet that Trowa nearly missed it. He smiled to himself and removed his fingers, locating the button and zipper to the blonde's pants and swiftly undoing them. Parting the cloth Trowa looked to see the other pilot's manhood pushing against his boxers and the wet spot that was spreading rapidly. He raised himself up a little and grasped the other pilot's pants firmly and began to tug them down. The blonde raised his hips a little to make it easier for his clothing to be removed. Once the pants and boxers were on the floor, Trowa paused and took a long appraising stare at his soon to be lover. He licked his lips as he took in the sight of the dark blonde curls that nestled between those creamy legs, the swollen shaft that rose proudly up to a flushed crown where pearly droplets oozed steadily from the slit. The other pilot was cut, leaving the head of his cock completely bare to Trowa's hungry eyes. Those emerald jewels grazed the full length of the blonde's ample manhood and down to where the sac hung beneath, the balls heavy with need.

 

Quatre flushed as his body was scrutinized; he'd never had another's eyes peruse his form like this and he could only hope that the other pilot liked what he saw. Quatre also wanted to see the other youth and naturally wondered how his own size compared with that of the other boy. "Want to see you, want to touch you," he murmured softly.

 

Trowa gave a small smile at those tender words and pulled himself upright and off the bed. He stood and removed his turtleneck, the muscles of his chest rippling under the slightly tanned skin. His hands dropped to his jeans and he toyed with the button for a moment then carefully undid it and lowered the zipper, mindful of the fact that he wasn't wearing any underwear and that his cock was painfully hard. The zipper slid down and Trowa's penis jumped out eagerly from the parted fabric. The denim was peeled from his buttocks and thighs to be kicked away and Trowa stretched his lithe form, spreading his legs slightly and giving the other pilot a clear view of his well toned body.

 

"Ahhh..." moaned Quatre. The other youth was simply stunning and Quatre's eyes were drawn irrevocably to the juncture of Trowa's legs and his breath caught. Dark, wiry hair formed a backdrop to the long shaft which jutted out stiffly, the head was partially obscured by the foreskin but there was evidence of the other youth's excitement in the leaking fluid. Underneath the sac hung, swollen a little with the other pilot's need and Quatre itched to touch.

 

Taking his shaft firmly in his hand, eyes closing, Trowa gave himself a couple of pumps, slicking the leaking precum over the shaft. He pulled his foreskin back and swiped his thumb across the head, groaning in pleasure. Hot breath suddenly drifted over the head of his cock and Trowa opened his eyes to see the blonde perched on the edge of the bed, mouth inches from his cock.

 

Deciding he'd had enough of the teasing, Quatre raised himself up and shimmied to the edge of the bed, bringing himself closer to the other pilot's manhood. He studied it for a moment, noting the movement of the taller one's hand and the pleasure he was giving himself. Quatre had heard about blowjobs and wondered how one felt, but right now, with the other pilot's cock right in front of him Quatre wanted to know what it felt like to give a blowjob, to suck another guy's cock and so before he could lose his nerve he opened his mouth and leaned forward, carefully taking the head into his mouth and closing his lips around the swollen gland. The musky male scent hit his nostrils at the same time that the unique flavor of the teen's cock hit his taste buds and it turned Quatre on even more. He began to experiment, running his tongue over the head of the penis in his mouth then sucking lightly on the tip. Soft cries came from the youth above him and Quatre smiled to himself as he took more of the shaft into his mouth.

 

Trowa did his best not to thrust too hard into the blonde's mouth, but it wasn't easy. The tentative licks and sucks he was being gifted aroused him further. Judging by the way the youth sucked at him, Trowa gathered the other pilot hadn't done this much before, if at all. It warmed him though that the youth should want to pleasure him in this way and he wasn't about to pass up the gift either. His hips rocked gently, letting the teen do as he wished to his cock and enjoying every minute of it.

 

The taste wasn't unpleasant; in fact it was rather nice, so Quatre thought as he continued to slide his mouth along the thick shaft. He tried to take all of the length into his mouth but gagged when the head brushed against the back of his throat. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Quatre decided to leave that and concentrate on licking and sucking the organ instead, seeing how many different sounds he could coax from the other pilot's throat.

 

"Nnnn... That feels so good," moaned Trowa as his hands drifted to thread through golden locks, softly massaging at the smaller one's head. The pleasure was indescribable, Trowa's eyes closing in bliss as his cock was bathed and suckled. After a short while, Trowa began to pull himself from the youth's mouth, gently tugging the sweet lips away. A pair of confused teal eyes gazed up at him.

 

"You don't like?"

 

"On the contrary, I love it, but if you keep that up I'm going to come now and I would rather make love to you and come that way... If you'll let me."

 

"I...I...I'm..."

 

Trowa gently cupped the pilot's cheek. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

 

Quatre felt his face flush and lowered his eyes. "Yes," he whispered softly.

 

"If you don't want me to do this, then I won't."

 

"No! I mean, yes, I want this, I want you to take me, make love to me... I'm just..."

 

"Scared?"

 

Quatre nodded.

 

"That's perfectly normal. I promise to be gentle, I can't say that it won't be uncomfortable at first but that should soon pass and then you will feel nothing but pleasure. If you want me to stop at any time all you have to do is say. I don't want to hurt you, I want to love you," Trowa pressed a soft kiss to the blonde pilot's lips as he drew him up to stand.

 

Sighing softly, Quatre melted into the kiss. He did want this, his body craved it and he was damned if he was going to deny himself pleasure any longer. He'd been sheltered all his young life and as much as he appreciated his family and their concerns for him, he wanted to live a little. With the war raging the way it was there was every chance he could and possibly would be killed. He needed this; if he was to die he didn't want to die never having experienced the wonders of making love. "Please," he whispered again, "I want this, more than anything, but I don't know what to do."

 

"Just lie back and enjoy," murmured Trowa as he eased the blonde to the bed on his back and spread his legs. "I need to prepare you first, if I don't it will hurt." Trowa stood up and went through to the adjoining bathroom, scanning the shelves of bottles that were similar to the range in his own room. His eyes alighted upon what he sought and he lifted the bottle from the shelf before returning to the bedroom.

 

"What's that?" asked the blonde.

 

"Hand lotion. This will do as we don't have any lube," Trowa replied as he set the bottle down on the bedside table and climbed between the other pilot's spread legs. Gently he eased those thighs further apart, opening up the blonde to his sight and touch. He ran a finger along the bobbing shaft and to the sac where he gently caressed the heavy balls. His finger didn't linger for long, moving below the youth's testicles and across the sensitive patch of skin sending the blonde into a moan and writhe of pleasure. His finger continued its quest, stroking along the crevice to the small, pink entrance and circling it.

 

Quatre's eyes closed in bliss. He'd no idea his anus could be so sensitive or so pleasurable. The gentle teasing of the slender finger across sensitive nerves made him shudder in delight. His hips began to move slightly, trying to draw the digit inside.

 

Removing his finger for the moment, Trowa reached for the bottle of lotion and squeezed some out. He coated his fingers thoroughly before returning to his task. Circling the small hole again he carefully worked the tip of his finger inside, making sure to take it slow and let the other pilot get used to the sensation before pushing the finger in a little further. Steadily he worked the digit inside, caressing the hot walls and convincing the blonde's muscles to relax. Beneath him the other youth panted softly, his hips moving from time to time as he grew accustomed to the unusual sensation of having something inserted into his most private of places. A second finger joined the first and Trowa watched carefully for any signs of pain or discomfort. He didn't notice any and so continued in his work, methodically working his fingers in and out, stretching the muscle and loosening the hole to accept his generous penis. The blonde's cock twitched from time to time, neglected for the moment but Trowa decided he wanted a taste and so with two fingers still buried inside the blonde he leaned down and gently took the weeping head into his mouth to feed upon.

 

The sensations were electric, Quatre's hips bucked as his cock was devoured by warmth and wetness. "Ahh..… So good," he groaned and squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut. Sensations were rolling through and over him, driving his senses mad with the overload. When the taller one's fingers grazed along his inner passage and found a special place, he screamed. "Ah! By the name of Allah, what was that?" he choked out.

 

"Your sweet spot," came the soft reply. "You like that?"

 

"Oh, yeah!"

 

Trowa smiled to himself and continued to massage the blonde's prostate whilst his mouth returned to its suckling of the sweet length. Gradually the anal ring began to relax and accept Trowa's fingers, eagerly searching for more of the touch, craving it even and Trowa chuckled to himself at the blonde's obvious need. He deemed the other pilot stretched enough to receive him and carefully removed his fingers and released the cock from his mouth.

 

Quatre moaned softly with the abandonment and opened his mouth to ask why when he spotted the bottle of lotion in the other teen's hand. "May I?" he asked shyly.

 

Handing the bottle over, Trowa graced the other boy with a warm smile. "If you want too."

 

Squeezing some of the lotion out into the palm of his hand, Quatre reached for the length that beckoned to him and gently worked the lotion over it from tip to root, coating it thoroughly. Satisfied that he'd covered the other pilot completely, Quatre dropped the bottle to the floor and lay back again, spreading his legs wide. "Is this how you want me?" he purred softly, pleased to see the flash of lust in those emerald depths.

 

"Perfect," mumbled Trowa, as he fought his body's natural instinct to lunge forward and bury himself to the hilt inside the offered passage. He managed to control himself enough to grab a pillow and pop it under the blonde's hips, elevating them slightly and thereby making his entrance to paradise a little easier for them both. Grasping his cock at the base, he guided the tip to rest against the pink entrance that quivered softly in anticipation. He rubbed the head against the hole for a moment, distracting the blonde pilot with pleasure before gently but persistently pushing forwards. "This may feel uncomfortable at first as your muscles stretch to allow me to penetrate you but it should pass fairly quickly," Trowa stated calmly. "If you want me to stop at all then just say so."

 

Quatre nodded and bit his bottom lip, his body trembled with the knowledge of what he was about to do but despite all that he welcomed the loss of his virginity. He felt the head of the other youth's penis pushing against his anus and did his best to relax, willing his body to open up and accept the offering. His muscles softened and he bit back a cry as a burning sensation hit his nerves, the head managing to breech his opening and push slightly inside before pausing for a moment.

 

"Are you okay?"

 

"Yes, just burns a little."

 

"I'll wait. It will pass." Trowa held himself motionless above the blonde, feeling the strong muscles relaxing and contracting around him as they adjusted to his invasion. As they softened in their hold of him so Trowa pushed a little more then withdrew slightly, only to push back again, a little deeper this time. The pace was excruciatingly slow as Trowa continuously repeated his performance, sliding a little deeper each time until finally his balls were pressed against the other pilot's ass. Then he waited, calming himself and preparing his body to give and receive pleasure.

 

Panting softly as his body was stretched to its limits, Quatre kept his eyes closed. A tear managed to find its way out from underneath an eyelid but Quatre paid it no heed. He was too busy reminding himself to relax. At last he could feel the entire length of his lover inside and squeezed his passage experimentally. The inner walls of his channel were rich with nerves and each one was suddenly very much alive and supplying him with unadulterated pleasure. He groaned softly as the burning sensation lessened.

 

Deeming the other pilot ready for him to move, Trowa began to withdraw slowly, only to thrust back in a moment later. The heat of the channel surrounded him, slick, muscular walls caressed him and Trowa knew he'd found paradise. Gradually, as the blonde relaxed and the grip on his cock eased so Trowa began to build the pace, his cock sliding easily in and out stroking the inner sheath with the thick head and wrenching moans of bliss from the body beneath him. He angled slightly, searching for that sweet spot and managing to find it.

 

"Ahhh!" moaned Quatre and arched his back, shoving his hips upwards to meet the other's downward stroke. It was exquisite torture, something Quatre found hard to describe. His channel stroked from the inside, his sweet spot toyed with, causing colored lights to explode behind his eyes and raw sensation to sing along his nerves. He wanted more. Desperately he began to thrust in countenance to his lover, meeting the inward push with a squeeze of his anal muscles and roll of his hips.

 

Reaching between their straining bodies, Trowa wrapped his hand around the other pilot's cock and began to stroke. The end was drawing close for Trowa and he wanted to bring the blonde to his completion first. His hand tightened slightly around the thickness and pumped with vigor as his hips continued to slam his own penis deep into the moist heat of the blonde's body. His breathing became ragged as he fought to hold off his impending climax and sweat glistened upon his bronzed skin.

 

"Nnn... Ohhh... I'm gonna..." Quatre cried out as his climax began to claim him, building in his gut and uncurling to spread rapidly through his groin and along his nervous system. When the tip of the other teen's cock brushed his prostate again he was lost, falling over the edge and into oblivion. Thick seed pulsed from the small slit in his cock, coating his lover's hand and splashing against his belly. Stream after stream shot from the end as Quatre enjoyed the most intense orgasm of his life, surrendering completely to the sensations that coursed through him.

 

With the other youth finding his end so Trowa let himself go, the clamping of the passage around him providing the last friction he needed to his desperate cock and sending him over the edge and into nirvana. His essence spewed forth, shooting deep into the petite blonde's passage and soaking his insides. The warmth splashed back against the head of his sensitive cock and increased the pleasure for Trowa as he continued to thrust, the rippling of the sheath around him milking him of every drop. As the final tremors passed through his exhausted body so Trowa collapsed against the other pilot, his breathing erratic and his heart hammering in his chest. Arms wound around him and they lay, content to hold each other as they recovered from their orgasmic high.

 

Quatre was the first to move, the weight resting upon him becoming a little much. He felt the other pilot's cock slip from inside and he winced slightly then sighed. The weight rolled to his side and arms continued to hold. Quatre tucked his head underneath the other's chin and the pair of them drifted off into a safe, sated and comfortable sleep.

 

***

 

The following morning found Quatre waking up alone. He rolled over seeking the body that was no longer there and sat up, rubbing bleary eyes as he did so. He tried to recall what had happened the previous day and why he felt... Content? Sore? Sated? Happy? Or all of the above? A blush came to his face as he remembered the activities and a warmth stole through his heart. His body felt crusty and a glance down at his naked form told him he was still covered in dried semen, the flakes itching at his skin. With a sigh he got up and went to shower.

 

Feeling much refreshed, Quatre went down for breakfast, expecting to see the other pilot there but he was to be disappointed. The other teen had eaten earlier. Quatre ate in silence, contemplating his life now. Would the other teen still like him? Could they be friends after what had occurred? Quatre couldn't deny that he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself and somehow the experience had left him feeling... a little more whole? Wiser even? Quatre wasn't sure but he did know that something in his life had changed; he was no longer the sweet, innocent boy they all presumed him to be. Not that he'd ever really been innocent, not with the blood he carried on his hands and the guilt in his soul; but that couldn't be avoided.

 

Finishing his breakfast, Quatre was on his way to find the other pilot when he spotted him out in the driveway with his duffle thrown over his shoulder. Instantly Quatre was running. He hadn't gotten very far though when he ran into Rashid.

 

"Master Quatre?"

 

"Rashid, where is the other pilot going?"

 

"I believe he has a mission, Master Quatre." The leader of the Maguanac core stood and watched as his young master ran on.

 

Quatre stopped his headlong rush and stared out of the window at the boy who'd captivated him so easily. Leaning out of the open window Quatre called out. "You're leaving?"

 

Trowa paused in his step; he had to go, he had a mission that required his attention.

 

It suddenly struck Quatre that he didn't even know the other pilot's name. He called out again. "Well, I won't try and stop you, but at least tell me your name! My name is Quatre Raberba Winner!"

 

Trowa stopped and turned around slowly to look back over his shoulder. He gave a soft smile and called out. "I have no name, but you can call me Trowa. Trowa Barton."

 

Quatre smiled and waved a hand as the other pilot continued to walk. Someday they would meet again, of that he was certain. For now though he'd learned enough about the other pilot to know that this, what they had shared together, wasn't going to be just a one night stand.

 

With that comforting thought, Quatre turned from the window to bury himself in his own mission planning.

 

***

 

Trowa strode with easy steps along the driveway to where the transport truck awaited him with the newly repaired Heavyarms under the tarpaulin. His mind flitted back to the blonde and the night they had shared, his body warming with the thoughts. For the first time in his young life Trowa didn't feel alone anymore.

 

~ Owari ~