Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lord of War ❯ First Kiss ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: 12/12/05, Fixed some spelling and added pieces.

Chapter 03: First Kiss

Heero’s brain felt like it was going to melt the day was already way too long, and in his mind, useless so far. All the droning that the elders did took up most of the day. Even the polite and proper Crescentius of the House of Humanities had been falling asleep during the so-called discussion. Primitivus, much to everyone’s appreciation, cut the meeting short by casting a sleep spell on the old men and announcing that they needed their afternoon nap anyway. They had all but slipped out of the hall when Primitivus caught up with Heero. “Hey, Yuy!”

If it hadn’t been for the stunt that he pulled to get them out of the rest of the “discussion”, Heero would have groaned when Primitivus ran up. It wasn’t that he hated the man; he just wasn’t very fond of the pompous ass.

“Rumors have been flying! So you finally decided to grow up and get an Aiko. Congrats!” Primitivus laughed and patted Heero on the back. “Perfect timing too, since you’re almost an adult and, well, that is coming up…” he winked at Heero.

Heero frowned. “Thank you for the update.”

Primitivus laughed again, completely ignoring Heero’s comment. “Yeah, right now my Tricieus is over at your House giving your Aiko some advice.”

“He’s what?” Heero blinked at him. When was this decided? Heero almost felt sorry for Duo.

“If Tricieus is teachin’ him, then you’re going to have one hell of a night,” Primitivus laughed again, completely ignoring Heero’s question. He was about to open his mouth and comment when Primitivus cut him off. “But I hear he was a gift. Who do I have to thank?”

“Phinneaus,” Heero stated, for once being heard. This was why Heero didn’t really care for him. All he did was talk or show off in any way possible, which always made Heero want to put him in his place. Unfortunately, good manners didn’t permit it.

“Ah, that servant of yours that got married, right? Surprised he had enough money for that.” Heero was about to speak, until he was cut off yet again. “Oh, I gotta run, I’m giving my brother some magic lessons. He said he wanted to learn from the best. Can’t say I blame him!” With another laugh, Primitivus ran off while Heero frowned and shook his head. Like hell Tertius would say that. The damn fool just wants the credit, since he knows his little brother has more potential than himself. Oh well, at least he left.

Happy that the pompous ass was gone, Heero went to his next appointment: a meeting with the Emperor. This was the time that they had one-on-one, since the military strategies and plans didn’t need to be heard by the other Houses. It usually only lasted about half an hour or so, since Heero had been keeping Lorlia out of war.

He made his way up to the palace and into the meeting room to see the Emperor waiting for him with a smile at the end of the long table. “Heero, I heard the news. An Aiko, huh?”

One thing about Lorlia; gossip travels quickly. The peasants in the outer rims pry knew by now. Why was him getting an Aiko such juicy news anyway? “You’ve heard, my Lord?”

“So it’s not just gossip.” The Emperor’s smile widened, if that were possible. “A gift, correct?”

“Yes, from one of my past servants.”

“Oh, you mean Phinneaus? The one that got married and moved to the northwest border?”

Heero was surprised at his insight. Usually higher-up people didn’t pay that much attention. “No offence my Lord, but I’m surprised you remember.”

The Emperor waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “That Phinneaus use to go everywhere with you, how could I not remember? Every time I saw you he was two steps behind.”

Heero smiled. It was true. They use to be inseparable.

“Rumors even circulated that you were going to change his status to an Aiko for yourself, back in the day, if I recall.”

“I remember that,” Heero rolled his eyes, making the Emperor chuckle. That was the most annoying rumor ever; especially since it was around the time Phinneaus was trying to court Antonia. The rumor that Phinneaus may become an Aiko was not very reassuring for the woman.

“People were surprised when he announced his engagement, even more so when you released him from your home. Where did he move again? Keds?”

“Yes, my Lord”

“Good to hear he’s doing well.”

“He’s very happy,” Heero smiled and nodded as he sat opposite of the Emperor.

“Oh come now, sit closer. Come,” he motioned with his hands and Heero had no choice by to get up and walk down to the other end. “Much better.”

The meeting went like it usually did: discussing the possible threats, the military activity of the surround areas, and the distribution of their troops. There was one place to the west of Lorlia was practically up for the taking, if they sent some troops to take out the miniscule force still there. But they both agreed to not dispatch the army; Lorlia didn’t need anymore land anyway. One thing Heero had to admit he did admire about the Emperor was he believed peace was better than war as well, which made Heero’s job a lot easier.

“I guess that is about it,” the Emperor rolled up some of the scrolls strewn about the table then stopped and placed his chin on his palm. “So, your birthday is a few days from now, correct? Happy early birthday.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” Heero bowed his head then began to finish up rolling the rest of the scrolls. “A special day for you is quickly approaching as well, my Lord.”

“Ah yes, the coronation. Nothing but obscene drabble sputtered out by old men.” The Emperor leaned in closer to him. “What I look forward to are the drunken parties afterward,” the Emperor smiled.

Heero smirked and allowed a small chuckle to bubble up out of his chest. “I can not blame you. I would be looking forward to the drunken nightlife as well, my Lord.”

The Emperor gave him a quiet smile. “Yes, I look forward to the night’s events most of all.”

Heero blinked at the Emperor and felt his face turned scarlet, making the Emperor’s smile broaden as he stood up to take his leave. “I’m sorry, that was rather rude of me. Have a good evening Heero.”

Heero bowed once again. “And you as well, my Lord.”

Face still burning, Heero made his way to the other meetings on his agenda, when he ran in to Quatre…alone. That was a rare sight. “Quatre, where’s your shadow?”

Quatre smiled his usual bright smile. “Trowa went to Urisal. He left last night. Only for two days though. I’ll survive.”

“If you get bored, feel free to visit,” Heero offered.

Quatre’s smile brightened. “Thanks, I might do that.” Their conversation was brief as they spilt up to attend to there separate schedules.

Heero got home well after dark that night. Finally in his chambers, he changed into his night toga and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, until Sally came in with dinner. “You look exhausted, Heero.” Heero just grunted as he sat up while Sally set his dinner tray in front of him. “Is there no banquet tonight?”

Taking a generous gulp of wine, Heero finally had enough energy to talk. Everyone had been too busy for the usual banquets, which was a pity. Tonight was one of those nights that getting sloshed sounded extremely tempting, too. “Everyone’s too busy with the coronation, so no one has thrown a dinner party…for the past few nights actually.”

Sally raised her eyebrows. “But that is a month away.”

“Yes, well, there has to be some preparations to the gods the full moon before the coronation as well.”

“I see.”

Heero popped a few olives in his mouth and savored the taste. “Sally, tell me something.”

“Yes?”

“Why would everyone be so interested in my personal life?”

Sally smiled. “People brought up Duo, I take it?”

Heero just nodded as he spread butter on his piece of bread. “It is a sign that you are getting older,” Sally suggested.

“So is my birthday.”

“Yes well,” Sally smirked and scrunched up her nose. “Gossip such as an Aiko purchase is more fun to whisper about.”

“No wonder why I never got one.”

“Oh stop whining.” Sally stole a piece of cantaloupe from his fruit bowl as she sat down on the bed. “Speaking of whom, you are going to see him tonight…correct?”

Sally had that tone of voice that usually meant there was not conversation on the matter, but Heero defied the tone and frowned. “Why are you so adamant that we sleep together?”

“Because that is what you do with an Aiko. What will people think if they find out you’re not?”

“What do I care what they think?”

“You know the answer to that. In your position, appearances are important, whether you wish them to be or not.”

Heero groaned as he shoved the last piece of meat in his mouth. “You’re right, as usual. Bring him up.”

Smiling, Sally got up and practically skipped to the door. That woman got her way far too often. Heero polished off the rest of his dinner and sat on the side of the bed, one leg hanging off, and waited for Sally to come back.

# # # #

Duo stared at the strawberries on his dinner plate that now held a new meaning to him after the days lesson. In the area of sex, some people were just way too creative. Deciding against eating the offending fruit, Duo finished off everything else on his tray then put on the dresser. Looking out the window, he could see some of the city lit up with torches as people moved mostly from tavern to tavern. They had no idea what he would give to be one of them right now, noting the time of day. Nighttime, it was now a dangerous time for him. If only his damn shoulder would heal, then he would be able to get the hell outta here. Then again, those stupid ring thingys wouldn’t let him get very far either.

His best bets were to either wait it out until Heero took the damn things off, or kick the shit out of ‘the lord’ after his shoulder healed and force the asshole to take them off. The first was way too risky. Hell, the guy could call on him tonight for all he knew. Duo could only get by with other methods of pleasing the guy for so long before Heero would really want to fuck him. And as soon as that happened, all of Duo’s hopes for returning to his clan would be shot. They might not be able to tell that he was fucked like that, but he would know, and that was bad enough. Then again, there was also no guarantee that Duo could kick Heero’s ass. But he liked the idea of that plan better than just sneaking off.

Duo pondered the moves he would use in his fight for freedom as a hand fell on his shoulder, freaking the hell out of him. “Holy shit! Sally! You scared the shit outta me! Don’t do that! Jeeze.”

Sally just smiled at him until he finished. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” Duo looked around. “Go where?”

“Where do you think?”

Duo stared at her blankly. There weren’t many places to go. He had already bathed and his bandages had been changed, so where else--

“Lord Yuy’s chambers. Where else would you be going?” Sally grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his room and down the hallways before the shock of her words even wore off.

“What? Uh, Sally…maybe I…should take some more lessons! Yeah, that’s it, more lessons, let’s go!” Duo stammered off, trying to pull her back down to the servants’ quarters.

“Come on Duo,” Sally sighed like he was a little kid that just didn’t want to help with the harvest or something.

Duo was about to interject another plea when he was shoved into Heero’s quarters. Straitening up and looking back, Duo glared at Sally as she walked away, then tuned back. Heero was sitting on the side of his bed, his tan chest in full view, and the rest of him hidden under the covers. It was possible he was already naked under there, the though making Duo uncharacteristically gulp from nervousness. Those dark blue eyes were hard to read, but as Duo just stood there, he could see annoyance creeping into them. //Maybe if I just stand here long enough, he’ll change his mind//.

“Come over here,” Heero requested quietly, but with a strong sense of authority. Duo did the contrary and took a step back, making Heero frown. “You act like I’m going to attack you.”

Duo broke eye contact with him. What was he doing? Duo was acting like a kid. True, he did so often, but not usually in these situations. Then again, he had never really been in this type of situation. All of Tricieus’s so called ‘tips’ came rushing back into his mind as he stared at Heero just sitting there, possibly nude, and waiting for him.

Finally losing his patience, Heero sighed and closed his eyes. “Sai.”

With his words, the sai rings on Duo’s wrists snapped together, making manacles. Duo stared at his bound hands in shock, //these rings can do other shit too?//.

Not even bothering to open his eyes, Heero made the ‘come here’ motion with his finger and mumbled, “kuru.”

Now Duo was being yanked by his wrists towards the bed, flopping face first onto it as soon as his legs ran into the end of the bed. Duo looked up to see Heero grinning at him in success. Duo frowned and practically growled at him, his groan was so low in his throat. Heero lifted his eyebrows at the sound. “You could have just come over yourself.”

Duo kept eye contact with Heero as he got up on his knees, practically daring Heero to try something. Something about Duo must have been entertaining, because Heero let out a chuckle. “Not in the ‘mood’, I take it?”

Duo was a little taken aback by his comment, and looked away. “Not really,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Neither am I.” Duo looked back at him in surprise as Heero laid down. “Go to bed.”

Grinning for his luck, Duo moved to slip off the bed, but was caught by the wrist by Heero. “Where are you going?” There was a short silence as Duo tried to figure out what he was suppose to do, until Heero spoke up again. “Lay down.”

Duo’s eyes widened. “In here?”

“Uh huh,” Heero yawned as he rolled over, facing away from Duo.

“But you just said--”

“Appearances are important. Just lie down.”

Keeping his eyes on Heero, Duo slipped under the covers. What the hell was with this lord? From the way Tricieus explained it, Duo was beginning to think this place was ruled by kinky sex addicts. But now here he was, just ‘sleeping’ with him; not that he wasn’t glad for the way things turned out, but it was still confusing. Duo shifted to get comfortable, which was hard with his hands bound in front of him, and kept his eyes on Yuy’s back. The idea of getting molested in his sleep was not exactly appealing.

As he watched Heero for any sign of threat, the lord rolled over to where Duo could see his face: Heero was already fast asleep, his lips parted slightly as he breathed deeply in his dreams. Duo couldn’t help but take in the sight of his face and upper torso as the light of the moon hit them and made them glow. His facial features looked soft in the moonlight, making Duo have to resist the urge to slide his hand down his face, just to see if it was a smooth as it looked. The ripples of his chest were temping to touch as well, so pale and defined in the night light.

In all reality, if Duo wasn’t being forced to be with him, he would have hit on the guy by now. The man was intriguing, and very good looking in Duo’s eyes. And some how that whole high and mighty act of his was kind of a turn on, though Duo had no idea why the hell that was. But there was no way he was ever going to admit that to anyone, least of all to the man he was sleeping next to.

# # # #

Heero was awoken by a faint giggle. Groggily opening his eyes, he caught sight of Duo lying beside him, still asleep. The quietness of his face was a complete contradiction to what Heero usually saw on him. That, with the long messy wisps hair surrounding his features, caused Heero to stare at him until he noticed he was holding something in his own hand. Heero had somehow managed to grab a hold of the man braid at some point in the night. It was very soft and almost comforting in his hand, he couldn’t help but stroke down it. His actions caused him to hear that faint giggle again. Looking past Duo, Heero saw Quatre smiling at him; hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. Damn him for taking Heero’s offer yesterday. “What are you giggling at?”

Heero’s comment awoke Duo, who stared at Heero in confusion until he noticed that someone else was in the room. Eyes wide, Duo flipped around and stared at Quatre, who in turn smiled and waved at him. “I’ll wait out on the balcony,” Quatre announced as he walked away, a smile still plastered on his face.

Damn that Sally, she let him come into his bed chambers knowing full well that Heero would be embarrassed as hell, and apparently Duo too. His face was beet red as he turned around to look at Heero. Heero couldn’t help but smile. Releasing the spell from the sai rings, Heero motioned towards the balcony. “Go out on the balcony and keep him company for me.”

Duo grumbled something inaudible, but did as he was asked as he slid out of bed and walked out to the balcony. Smiling after him, Heero got up and got dressed, then waved down the first servant that walked down the hallway to bring a brunch up.

# # # #

Duo was tempted to fling himself over the balcony as he walked out to meet the blonde that had caught them together. What if his people heard about this? How would he tell them otherwise? Then again, they didn’t trade with anyone, so most likely news of this would never reach their ears. But it was still embarrassing. Now all the people Heero knew would think that they…wait. That was the whole point of them sleeping in the same bed, so people would think that they were…doing that. Duo had to bend to his logic though. Pretending to sleep with him was better than having to, and it was pretty comfort--//whoa, no! Strike that! It was…was…who the fuck am I kidding?// Duo groaned in his head. He had to admit that he slept really well beside Heero last night. //Like a fucking baby//. Duo knew he should have kept up his guard the whole night, but he blissfully fell asleep staring at that soft face in the moonlight. He couldn’t help it; his features were just such a contradiction to what he looked like during the day, it was like getting to see something that no one else gets to. Like a hidden treasure that only he had the map to. The proximity to Heero once again had stirred his body as well, as he woke up with a hard-on, much to his dismay. Luckily, neither Heero nor the blonde had noticed. That would have been just too much. He was starting to freak himself out as it is without anyone else noticing.

The blonde smiled at Duo as he walked through the see-thru curtain that cut of Heero’s bed chambers from the outside balcony. “You were more comfortable that you want him to know, weren’t you?”

Duo stared at him in absolute shock. How did he…

“I’m an empath,” The blonde answered his silent question. “I could sense the fact that you were quite content, sleeping beside him.”

“I was just…that is…I was sleeping. Anyone would be content…just sleeping, okay.” The blondes grin didn’t falter as Duo tripped over himself as he spoke. As a matter of fact, it even seemed to widen as Duo stumbled on, basically proving what the blonde had said. One thing Duo had never been very good at was lying, and you could tell.

“If it’s any consolation, so was he.” Duo couldn’t help but color even more at that. He then got angry at himself, since that comment should have pisssed him off instead. The blonde just smiled. “You think he’s attractive?”

Duo shook his head quickly. “No. He’s--No.”

The blonde stifled a giggle, but then turned a bit more serious. “A warning though; be more careful with your speech, Duo. You can get away with it near Heero or me, but anyone else would have sent you to the racks by now.”

“It was nice for you to take me up on my offer, Quatre, but did you have to come so early?” Heero groaned as he came from his bedroom, fully dressed for the day. Duo gawked at him. Even half asleep, the guy looked fucking amazing. His white toga made his skin look an even darker tan as the silk throw over his shoulder intensified his eyes. The gold gauntlets on his wrists and simple ring made him look regal, though not much was needed for that, Duo noted. The man looked like a force to be reckoned with just sitting in his bed last night; though not when he was asleep, Duo fondly remembered. He had to admit that Quatre did pick up on one thing Duo couldn’t help but admit. Heero was becoming even better looking to him than Solo ever did. Damn him.

“Early, Yuy? It is past eleven.” Heero just shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t see how you can sleep that long, Heero.” Quatre shot a look at Duo then corrected himself with a grin. “Okay, I take that back. Now I do.”

Heero colored in unison with Duo as one of the House servants came through the curtains announcing that brunch was set up. Duo was about to slip off when Quatre grabbed him by the elbow. “Eat with us.”

“Why not,” Duo shrugged as he and Quatre began walking down the hall. Duo saw Quatre look back and laugh at Heero, who grudgingly began to follow. Duo frowned for a little bit. If the guy was so annoyed of him, why didn’t he just let him leave?

Duo made light talk with Quatre mostly as they ate in the dining hall, with Heero quietly listening in. Duo cracked a few light-hearted jokes, making the smiling blonde laugh all too easy. Being able to do that again made Duo feel more alive than he had since he got here. Through their conversation, Duo learned that Quatre was the youngest of thirty children and married to the other guy, Trowa, who had been here with him yesterday. The way Quatre talked and the sweet way he smiled caused Duo to lighten up a bit himself. He even surprised himself and actually smiled. It was the first time in days that he had truly smiled. He almost felt like his old self, like he was sitting and talking with Solo around the fire again. Quatre may know too much for his own good, but he was still a really nice guy. Duo couldn’t help but like him, Lord or not.

By the end of their conversation, Duo really felt like he had made a friend. But during the whole conversation, Heero had been sending him some weird vibes. He caught the guy taking quick glances in his direction a few times. Duo could tell that Quatre had noticed too and he looked quite pleased at the fact. It kind of worried Duo, though. What if the guy was starting to think he was attractive like Duo thought he wa--wasn’t. Wasn’t. He was going to say wasn’t…really. ‘Cause that would be bad. If he did start thinking Duo was, y’know, then he might change his mind about the whole ‘just appearances’ thing. No that he couldn’t if he had to, but he really didn’t want to have to knock out the guy. Oh well, he would just worry about it if the time came.

Overall happy with the way the day started out, after the luncheon, Duo made his way to the servant baths. He was relaxing in the tub when Sally came strolling in. “Yo, Sally, howzit goin’?”

Sally looked at him kinda funny then a smirk crept onto her face. “You seem rather…happy today.”

“I am, but not for the reason you’re smirking about.” He might as well keep it a secret that they didn’t do anything, Duo decided, since it would probably keep Sally off both of their backs. “I got to talk to Quatre for a while. He’s a pretty okay guy. Easy to make laugh, that’s for damn sure.”

Sally’s smirk turned into a smile as she nodded her head. “I don’t think it’s possible for Lord Quatre to be anything but nice.”

“I believe that.”

“Oh, Tricieus is coming to see you in a bit.”

Duo groaned and was tempted to drown himself at the thought of having to hear more instructional tips form an over-decorated stranger. “Why?”

“He’s going to show you around Lorlia a bit.”

“I thought I couldn’t leave the grounds?”

“That was just for when you first got here. Heero moved your restrictions to the borders of Lorlia.” Sally handed him a towel on the way out, leaving Duo to contemplate his little upcoming tour. At least it wasn’t more of his tips, Duo decided, now scowling at the bath in remembrance of Tricieus’s fourth tip he named ‘making bath time fun’. Slipping out of the water, Duo dried off and made his way back to his room.

# # # #

It was just too fun. Quatre had no idea that he was going to stumble on to something so interesting when he came over this morning. He was almost happy Tro was out on business, so he could have the chance to catch them with their feelings bared, no conscious barriers in the way of what they truly felt. Of course…if Tro were here he could have ran home and told him about it.

But it was still fun to get to know Duo, and to talk with Heero. He was truly glad that Heero had invited him over; otherwise he would have probably been at home, moping. He loved the fact that Tro liked to travel, and how he knew many different languages, but he still missed him when he was gone. It must be really obvious that he did, since Heero did invite him over. Heero didn’t usually invite people, Tro and him just usually showed up.

Quatre sighed to himself as he rode home, eyeing the sun that was practically gone in the east. Maybe he was a little clingy, but Trowa had never said anything about it. As a matter of fact, Quatre was pretty sure he liked it, craved it even a little, considering how he treated Quatre before he left for Urisal. Quatre shivered as a rush of lust flowed through him from the memory. Trowa had made sure to touch every inch of Quatre that night, as if he needed to get his fill before he left, even if it was only for two days. Quatre let out an empty sigh again, //tomorrow morning. He’ll be home tomorrow morning. Get a grip//.

Trying to change the subject in his mind, Quatre thought of this morning, how he could pick up on the feelings of both Duo and Heero, while they slept. True, Quatre knew that they had just slept, but he also knew how comfortable they both had been with it. Heero did usually sleep in, but that was because he was an incurable insomniac, and wasn’t usually able to fall asleep until very late, or he would wake up many times a night. It boggled Quatre’s mind that Heero ever got enough sleep, the way he carried on. But Quatre couldn’t blame him. If that had happened to him, he wouldn’t sleep very soundly either. In all reality, Heero’s sleeping habits were probably one of the main reasons why Sally had been pushing him to get an Aiko, hoping that he would wear him out enough for Heero to actually sleep a whole night. Quatre would have to report to her later that her little ploy worked.

Not only that, but Heero obviously liked Duo. Of course, you could only pick up on that if you knew Heero well enough…or were an empath. Quatre could tell he was fascinated with the braided foreigner. The simple sideways glances at lunch laid proof to that. Not to mention how Heero was holding on to Duo’s braid when he woke up. Heero didn’t usually touch people, not Trowa, Phinneaus, or even Quatre. The fact that he did so with Duo meant a lot more that most people would usually know.

Then of course there was Duo. He was like an open book, especially to Quatre. Though he hated himself for it, Duo was really starting to like Heero, at least in the physical sense. Quatre could sense the lust and arousal in Duo’s mind as clear as day while he slept…as in when he didn’t care who he was lusting over. But as soon as he woke up, Quatre could feel the self disgust fuming from him. The poor guy thought it was dishonorable to like Heero just because of his situation. As far as Quatre could tell, if it wasn’t for Duo being an Aiko, he would probably have at least started conversations with Heero by now. As far as personality and such, they just hadn’t talked enough with each other yet. But Quatre was pretty hopeful. They do say opposites attract, he and Trowa were living proof of that.

Quatre rode up to the newly made home of Trowa and himself. The place was livable, but it wouldn’t be completely up to par until about two weeks. That wasn’t too bad, considering they were estimating a month only a few days ago. Most of the unfinished areas were on the north tower, which was just the library and such. The living quarters, servant quarters, bath and kitchen were done, and those were the main areas of usage, so Tro and himself decided just to start living here, instead of having to split ways at night.

The servant came over with a smile to take Quatre’s horse to the stable as he dismounted. Another servant came over and bowed, then took Quatre’s riding cape off for him then slipped away to beat the dust of the road out of it. Too tired and depressed to start a conversation with any of his servants, Quatre decided just to make his way to the bed chamber. Quatre flopped onto the bed as soon as he got there, then rolled over onto Trowa’s side and inhaled the scent of his husband that lingered on the pillow.

It’s not like he’s never been without Trowa. They didn’t even really grow up together, meeting at around twelve years old through Heero. But ever since that day, they had been inseparable, pretty much liking each other at first sight. They did almost everything together, Trowa even taught him how to fence, told his stories about the lands he visited with his sister, even taught him a few words in different languages. They were best friends. They just didn’t figure out how much they liked each other until they were around fifteen, when Trowa first kissed him. Quatre smiled into the pillow, remembering that day. It was one of those miserable rainy days, when Trowa came over for banquet. They had both slipped out of the dining hall and to Quatre’s chambers to get away from all the old men blabbing about things they could care less about. Instead of listening to the drabble, they sat on the bed and began to talk the night away, like they usually did whenever his dad threw a banquet.

But that time was different. Trowa was actually a little tipsy, which Quatre had never seen. His inhibitions had been lowered just enough, that he initiated a kiss between them, leaning down to Quatre, who was lying on his side on the bed. It was light, and brief, but still, Trowa had never done that. Never even hinted that wanted to.

The shock of what he just did sobered him up, but only enough for him to move a few inches away from Quatre’s lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered.

Quatre was at a loss for words, sensing the waves of lust pouring off of Trowa. It was true that he sensed some desire from Trowa every now and then, but now that he wasn’t trying to keep it away from Quatre, it was almost too much. But still, Quatre couldn’t believe how far back these feelings ran. Almost since they first met, Trowa had felt like this, but he had always hidden it. “Trowa…”

Trowa pulled back more, obviously shocked at himself now. “I’m just a little drunk. I shouldn’t have--I’m sorry.”

But Quatre could feel it. Trowa wasn’t just a little drunk, those feelings had been there a long time, he had just always hidden them, like he was afraid that they would hurt Quatre, break him or something if he felt them. True, his head was getting a bit dizzy from the mixed feelings running through Trowa’s mind. But that was because his mind was so befuddled, split between running off in shame and…pinning him to the bed and ravaging him?!

Quatre’s eyes widened as he caught this, sitting up to look Trowa in the eye. Sure he caught blips of sexual interest aimed towards him before, and not from just Trowa, but nothing like this. Quatre practically saw what Trowa’s deep, almost dark, instincts wanted to do. The picture flashed through his mind so strongly that it took him a while to figure out it wasn’t actually happening. “You want to pin me to the bed and…and…?!” The words tumbled out before Quatre could stop them.

Trowa’s eyes were full of disgust for himself as he started to climb off the bed. That look made Quatre grab his wrist before he made it off then bed. “Wait, I’m sorry. I wasn’t fair of me to look into you like that.”

Trowa wouldn’t look at him. “No, it’s me. I just--I…” //I love you//

Quatre heard it as plain as day, along with the rest of his mumbling in his head //I do love him. But I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want to do those types of things to him. He’s too sweet. I don’t deserve him. We should just be friends. You’re ruining that, you idiot, you stupid son of a--//.

Quatre surprised himself by silencing Trowa’s thoughts with his own kiss. He had never kissed anyone before, so he let Trowa take over as soon as their lips met. It was longer this time, and felt extremely good, making Quatre wonder why they had never done it before. He had no experience to compare it to, but Quatre concluded that Trowa was a very good kisser. They pulled apart after a while. Trowa’s eyes were wide and staring at Quatre in amazement. “You just…”

Quatre blushed. “You were yelling at yourself.”

A soft smile formed on Trowa’s face. One that made Quatre want to kiss him again, he noted, shocked at himself. Trowa lifted a hand to Quatre’s face, which he instinctually leaned in to. “You don’t mind?”

Quatre shook his head. He had never really thought about his own feelings on the matter. Being with Trowa in that sense…just sounded even better. Being next to Trowa had always felt so natural, Quatre should have guessed there was something more behind it. What good was being an empath when you can’t even read yourself accurately? But now, with what he was implying, Quatre found that the idea of Trowa touching and kissing him excited him in a way eh had never felt before. Like a rush of fever coursing through him. But it was also a little scary, seeing what Trowa wanted…“I’m not ready for…too much, but I liked you kissing me.”

Trowa’s smiled widened. “Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow,” Trowa gave his a chaste kiss, “little love.”

Quatre blushed at the name as Trowa leaned in to kiss him again. This time he ran his tongue along Quatre’s bottom lip, making him shiver. Quatre opened his mouth to return the favor and Trowa’s questing tongue slipped in quietly. Quatre had always thought this would be gross, but instead he found it better that he could imagine as a moan escaped his throat, making Trowa smile against his lips.

They kissed a lot that night, and things just progressed from there. Trowa was a lot more experienced that Quatre, and had to teach him almost everything. The first night they really made love was the same night Trowa asked him to marry him. Quatre got to have Trowa the night of their wedding, but most of the time Quatre was on bottom, which he loved the most anyway…and wanted right now, as he clung to Trowa’s pillow. The memory of their first times now fresh in his mind, Quatre felt his cock stir to life. How the hell was he going to sleep tonight now? He barely managed last night, and that was without being horny. “I’m pathetic,” Quatre mumbled into the pillow.

“Pretending that pillow is me?”

Quatre shot up and those amazing green eyes of his lover, looking at him intently. “Trowa!” Quatre jumped up to his knees and hugged him. “I thought you weren’t going to be back until tomorrow.”

“I got back early, thought I would surprise you.” Trowa pulled back to kiss him. Quatre savored the taste, feeling the intense desire behind that velvet tongue. Trowa broke the kiss but kept their lips together. “Actually,” Quatre felt Trowa’s hand on his back slowly begin to lay him down on the bed. “I missed you too much.”

Not waiting for a response, he swooped down onto his mouth again and slipped one of his legs between Quatre’s. Quatre moaned into Trowa’s mouth at the suggestive stance and buried his hands in to his thick brown hair. He could tell Trowa noticed his erection when he smirked and rubbed his knee against it. “What were you thinking about, hugging my pillow like that?”

Quatre blushed. “Just reminiscing.”

Trowa smiled and rubbed Quatre’s erection some more with his knee. Quatre threw his head back and let out a groan that was close to a whine. By the gods, how did he make it though last night without him?

Trowa took Quatre’s hands out of his hair and held them down on the bed above his head, lacing their fingers together and kissed him again. Trowa’s tongue caressed every crevice of Quatre’s mouth, and then sucked on his tongue as Quatre slipped it in his mouth. Quatre let out a small mewling sound as Trowa’s seductive lips left his own then gasped when he began to suck, lick and kiss trails up and down his neck. Trowa always could find all the sensitive spots that made him writhe in pleasure…and giggle because he was super ticklish.

“Wait, Trowa,” Quatre tried to pull the man’s head up, only to have his ticklish pressure point attacked by tongue, making him giggle more. “Have you even eaten or anything since you got back?”

Trowa pulled Quatre’s head to the side using his hair. “I am hungry,” he mumbled on Quatre’s neck. “You taste good.”

Quatre moaned and arched into the hand that was now cupping his genitals. “But what abou--” Trowa silenced him with a kiss as he undid the shoulder clasp that was holding up Quatre’s toga. Quatre felt him nudge his legs apart more as Trowa slid between them, then held down Quatre’s wrists on the bed.

“Less talking, more moaning, little love.” Trowa’s eyes were smoldering and his grip was firm on Quatre’s wrists, just the way he liked it.

“Give me a reason to moan” Quatre cooed. Trowa smirked as he rocked against Quatre, causing their covered erections to rub against each other. Quatre let out a throaty moan and arched his back, wanting to get closer to that delicious friction. Trowa slid his hands down Quatre’s arms and sides and continued down, stripping Quatre of his clothes as he slipped off the bed. Quatre sat up to admire Trowa, propping himself up on his elbows, as the tall, silent lord removed his own clothing in a sinuous motion.

Trowa slid back on top of him and Quatre let out a throaty yell as their erections rubbed against each other, now free from clothing, sending a shock of pleasure coursing through them both. Trowa began to devour his neck once more as Quatre fell back onto the bed, slipping his hands down to Trowa’s ass, kneading it just the way he knew he liked. Trowa moaned loudly in response and slipped down to take one of Quatre’s nipples in his mouth while his thumb toyed with the other. “Oh Gods Trowa! I missed you!”

“Need you,” Trowa murmured, his lips still around Quatre’s nipple. “Now.”

“Take me, love.” Quatre felt as Trowa licked his way down to his navel, dipping his tongue into it, before licking the head of Quatre’s throbbing cock. Quatre took in a quick breath as Trowa suddenly deep throated him. His mind went blank while he rode on waves of pleasure that Trowa’s mouth was giving him. He swirled his tongue around the head the lightly licked the tip as he cradled Quatre’s ball in his hand. That amazing tongue slid down his length to the sensitive patch of nerves below the balls, taking its time, making Quatre whimper in response to the onslaught.

Trowa sat up, flipping Quatre on to his hands and knees, then knelt down to rim him. Quatre began panting from the slow, pleasurable torture of Trowa’s tongue circling his opening. A gasp escaped Quatre mouth when Trowa dipped his tongue into his opening. “Oh, so good. Trowa!”

Trowa hummed in agreement, causing Quatre to shudder from the erotic vibration of his answer. Quatre whined a small protest as Trowa’s tongue left his ass, but nearly collapsed as he felt a finger prodding its way into him. Trowa caught him and held him up close enough for Quatre to feel his hot breath on his neck.

“Oh…uunn…Trowa…more…p-please. Fuck me!” Quatre didn’t usually use vulgarity, but whenever he said it in bed, it always sent a rush of pleasure through him. Plus, Trowa loved hearing it.

“Patience, my little love,” he teased. Trowa began to stretch Quatre’s tight opening, working his finger in and out as he loosely gripped Quatre’s cock, stroking it almost excruciatingly slowly. He soon added another spit-slickened finger, making scissor movements while licking his way up Quatre’s throat to his earlobe and sucking in it. “Trowa!”

“Patience, kitty Kat,” Trowa murmured, still suckling his earlobe. Quatre moaned in appreciation of his pet name as a third finger stretched him. Trowa was always so careful with him, so sure not to hurt him. Quatre couldn’t wait until the day he didn’t have to be.

Quatre started to move with those fingers, finding a delicious rhythm, then bucked against Trowa as he hit that sweet spot deep inside //Gods, how does he always find that?//. Trowa began to hit that spot every time, making Quatre writhe in pleasure, until those questing digits slipped out, giving him the short break he needed to regain himself.

Trowa flipped him back over so they were face-to-face, and put Quatre’s leg over his shoulder. Quatre felt the slick head of his lover’s cock tap at his entrance. “Now, I’ll fuck you,” Trowa said in a low, sexy voice near his ear, causing Quatre to shiver in anticipation.

He let out a silent scream of rapture as Trowa slid into him, inch by amazing inch, those green eyes blazing as the watched his reaction. Quatre remembered when it used to hurt, the first few times Trowa took him. But now, that burning sensation was pure bliss to him, and he craved it more than anything. To be fucked and loved in the deepest ways possible by the quiet Lord that had not only stolen his heart, but captured his very soul.

Quatre felt a rush of pleasure when he felt Trowa’s balls hit his backside. That long, thick cock of his finally all the way in. It didn’t take long for Quatre to get use to it before Trowa began to rock in and out of him. Quatre moved with him, but faster, silently asking for Trowa to increase his speed . He complied, and began to drive in deeper and faster as he moaned Quatre’s name in the same rhythm he was moving. “So tight…so good…oh fuck…”

Quatre joined in, not caring that their cries were probably making the servants blush. “More! I want more!” Trowa shifted and began to his Quatre’s prostate with every thrust, making Quatre see white each and every time. “Oh…Ugh, Trowa!”

The feel of that long, sinewy body pounding in to him made Quatre have to catch his breath. Trowa leaned forward and claimed Quatre’s lips once again. By the gods, Trowa was amazing in bed. Every time with him always seemed to get better and better. Quatre didn’t think he could last much longer, and Trowa must have sensed it. Pulling back from the kiss, he sat up and began stroking Quatre’s cock faster while hitting his prostate at just the right time, sending him off into heaven.

Quatre’s orgasm hit him so hard he thought he was going to pass out, as the waves of pleasure kept wracking his body, one after another. He felt Trowa come inside if him, sending him an aftershock that finished him off. He watched as Trowa bucked against him, crying out his name as he came. It was always an amazing show; the sight of that hard body writhing in pleasure while that handsome face held an expression of pure rapture.

Quatre was so blissfully tired he didn’t even remember crawling under the covers into Trowa’s arms. Trowa kissed him on the forehead as Quatre snuggled under his chin. “Sleep, my little kitty Kat.”

Comfortable in his husband’s arms, Quatre thought of Heero, wondering if the young Lord had as much fun as he just did tonight. He doubted it. But if things kept progressing, from what he had sensed…Quatre just smiled.

“What are you smirking about?” Trowa asked.

Quatre’s smile widened. “I’ll tell you in the morning.”


TBC…
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A/N: You thought by ‘First Kiss’ I meant Duo and Heero, huh? Sorry to disappoint, but their bond will take a little longer than that to click into place.

The spells for the sai rings are in Japanese:
“Sai” means “seal” or “lock”
“Kuru” means “come” or “to come” (not that kind of come, but the motion kind. Mind out of gutter please…j/k)

Anyway, tell me what you thought!