Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Love across time ❯ Dark seducer ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Phoenix 316 
Little Quatre, feels his lovers dark touch.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 608 | Status: Work In Progress
Little Quatre, feels his lovers dark touch.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.17.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 608 | Status: Work In Progress
Love Across Time
By: Phoenix 3:16
I wonder if you all forgot about little old me.
Well I apologize for not writing anything for so long so here is the next chapter. I've been having computer troubles and major writer's block. Oh well I'm back without my Duo-muse. So introducing...Trowa-muse. Do you have a few words for us, Trowa?
Trowa:...
Huhn...on with the fic.
Chapter 1
Quatre looked over the horizon, the flowing green landscape of the forest. Everything was perfect, just simply perfect. It was times like these that he most enjoyed. Times like these where he was just Quatre, and not the Prince of Sandrock (I know unoriginal) Kingdom. He was just a normal boy, with no responsibilities. There were no tutors here, no overbearing father, no stifling fiancé, no... no dreams of a green-eyed lover haunting him. The golden haired beauty trembled.
Ever since his seventeenth birthday, the dreams had begun. Dreams of roaming hands, slick skin brushing across his own, a hot mouth trailing across his flushed flesh, his small body being opened to accept another's claim. He gasped as he tore himself from the memory. (Go Trowa) this had to stop; he could not afford to think about such things. A knock on his door and a very familiar voice broke his musings.
"My Prince, your father is waiting."
"Thank you Rashid, I will be right there."
Once he knew that the servant had gone, Quatre took a fortifying breath. He knew why his father wanted to see him, his fiancé Prince Souma had just arrived this morning. It was not that Souma wasn't nice; it was just that there was something wrong with him. Something Quatre couldn't quite understand. It was as though Souma was hiding something from him.
"Oh well", Quatre sighed, "There's nothing I can do."
Standing, the young Prince walked into the main hall. And there was Prince Souma. Souma was a handsome young man, with long black hair a strongly masculine face. He was really everything a person could want in a husband. But not Quatre, he had always felt that there was someone else that was waiting for him, he just could never find them.
"Souma, it is lovely to see you again." Quatre smiled sweetly at the taller youth.
Souma bowed in reply, "Quatre as always your beauty is overwhelming."
An uncomfortable silence spread, as both boys could think of nothing to say to relieve the moment. The king watched as his golden child sat across from his betrothed. He had to do something, anything to make sure that this marriage worked. It was his duty as a father.
"Well boys its obvious that the two of you need to spend more time together. I know, tomorrow the Quatre will show you our kingdom. It will give you two the chance to talk."
Both boys nodded.
"Good now that that is settled, Quatre you may be excused there is much that I desire to discuss with Souma."
After his dismissal, Quatre ran back to his chambers. His meetings with both Souma and his father often exhausted him. He lay back on his bed, closing his eyes. A brief nap was exactly what he needed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
"Little one...sweet angel."
Quatre moaned as familiar hands stroked his body. Finding what spots made him gasp and moan. A hot mouth covered his in a soul-searing kiss. The mouth lowered, nipping and licking fevered and flushed skin. Murmuring hot praises against his pliant, yielding form. His thighs were softly stroked; his legs were parted, as a heavy and undeniably male body positioned itself between them. Every part of him burned, and throbbed as he was slowly and so hotly brought down in a swirling mad whirlpool of pleasure. As that hot mouth and wicked tongue tormented, plucked and soothed his aching nipples, he whimpered, pleaded and begged his tormenter for release.
"Please..."
"What is it little one..."
"I need...please."
"Tell me...is it this?"
Quatre gasped, as those naughty hands grasped his slender hips, lifting him. That hot tongue suddenly inside of him. Thrusting and flicking his fluttering inner muscles. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He just allowed the deliciously sinful tasting to continue.
"Is this what you want little one? Can you, do you understand what wicked things I'm doing to you? Do you want more, need more? Beg for me sweetling, tell me what you want."
"You please now!" Quatre cried unable to deny his desire for more of his dark seducer caresses.
And then just as he felt his hips being lowered, just as he knew that all his questions were going to be answered, all his needs soon to be fulfilled...
He awoke.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The same dream night after night. Quatre could not deny that his dreams made him burn. But who was that man. All he could ever recall was those hands caressing, that mouth whispering wicked things, those eyes, and those feral green eyes watching him. Quatre cried out, his body tightening, tumbling down the abyss, as he found his completion. His eyes fluttering shut, as he feel back into the god of sleeps arms. Unaware that he had cried out his dream lover's name. Unaware of those haunting green eyes watching him, and that familiar mouth whisper words of promise.
"You belong to me...MY QUATRE."
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Owari
Well what did you think Tro-kun?
Trowa:.....
Quatre:....... (Don't mind him, he fainted from embarrassment.)
Well that does it for this chappie. Hopefully I'll have the next one up soon. If not I'm updating something else in need of update. Anyway review please. And if anyone wants to beta just email me. You'll have to go to the author's page to find it.
Okay see ya next time.
By: Phoenix 3:16
I wonder if you all forgot about little old me.
Well I apologize for not writing anything for so long so here is the next chapter. I've been having computer troubles and major writer's block. Oh well I'm back without my Duo-muse. So introducing...Trowa-muse. Do you have a few words for us, Trowa?
Trowa:...
Huhn...on with the fic.
Chapter 1
Quatre looked over the horizon, the flowing green landscape of the forest. Everything was perfect, just simply perfect. It was times like these that he most enjoyed. Times like these where he was just Quatre, and not the Prince of Sandrock (I know unoriginal) Kingdom. He was just a normal boy, with no responsibilities. There were no tutors here, no overbearing father, no stifling fiancé, no... no dreams of a green-eyed lover haunting him. The golden haired beauty trembled.
Ever since his seventeenth birthday, the dreams had begun. Dreams of roaming hands, slick skin brushing across his own, a hot mouth trailing across his flushed flesh, his small body being opened to accept another's claim. He gasped as he tore himself from the memory. (Go Trowa) this had to stop; he could not afford to think about such things. A knock on his door and a very familiar voice broke his musings.
"My Prince, your father is waiting."
"Thank you Rashid, I will be right there."
Once he knew that the servant had gone, Quatre took a fortifying breath. He knew why his father wanted to see him, his fiancé Prince Souma had just arrived this morning. It was not that Souma wasn't nice; it was just that there was something wrong with him. Something Quatre couldn't quite understand. It was as though Souma was hiding something from him.
"Oh well", Quatre sighed, "There's nothing I can do."
Standing, the young Prince walked into the main hall. And there was Prince Souma. Souma was a handsome young man, with long black hair a strongly masculine face. He was really everything a person could want in a husband. But not Quatre, he had always felt that there was someone else that was waiting for him, he just could never find them.
"Souma, it is lovely to see you again." Quatre smiled sweetly at the taller youth.
Souma bowed in reply, "Quatre as always your beauty is overwhelming."
An uncomfortable silence spread, as both boys could think of nothing to say to relieve the moment. The king watched as his golden child sat across from his betrothed. He had to do something, anything to make sure that this marriage worked. It was his duty as a father.
"Well boys its obvious that the two of you need to spend more time together. I know, tomorrow the Quatre will show you our kingdom. It will give you two the chance to talk."
Both boys nodded.
"Good now that that is settled, Quatre you may be excused there is much that I desire to discuss with Souma."
After his dismissal, Quatre ran back to his chambers. His meetings with both Souma and his father often exhausted him. He lay back on his bed, closing his eyes. A brief nap was exactly what he needed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
"Little one...sweet angel."
Quatre moaned as familiar hands stroked his body. Finding what spots made him gasp and moan. A hot mouth covered his in a soul-searing kiss. The mouth lowered, nipping and licking fevered and flushed skin. Murmuring hot praises against his pliant, yielding form. His thighs were softly stroked; his legs were parted, as a heavy and undeniably male body positioned itself between them. Every part of him burned, and throbbed as he was slowly and so hotly brought down in a swirling mad whirlpool of pleasure. As that hot mouth and wicked tongue tormented, plucked and soothed his aching nipples, he whimpered, pleaded and begged his tormenter for release.
"Please..."
"What is it little one..."
"I need...please."
"Tell me...is it this?"
Quatre gasped, as those naughty hands grasped his slender hips, lifting him. That hot tongue suddenly inside of him. Thrusting and flicking his fluttering inner muscles. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He just allowed the deliciously sinful tasting to continue.
"Is this what you want little one? Can you, do you understand what wicked things I'm doing to you? Do you want more, need more? Beg for me sweetling, tell me what you want."
"You please now!" Quatre cried unable to deny his desire for more of his dark seducer caresses.
And then just as he felt his hips being lowered, just as he knew that all his questions were going to be answered, all his needs soon to be fulfilled...
He awoke.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End dream~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The same dream night after night. Quatre could not deny that his dreams made him burn. But who was that man. All he could ever recall was those hands caressing, that mouth whispering wicked things, those eyes, and those feral green eyes watching him. Quatre cried out, his body tightening, tumbling down the abyss, as he found his completion. His eyes fluttering shut, as he feel back into the god of sleeps arms. Unaware that he had cried out his dream lover's name. Unaware of those haunting green eyes watching him, and that familiar mouth whisper words of promise.
"You belong to me...MY QUATRE."
-----------------------------
Owari
Well what did you think Tro-kun?
Trowa:.....
Quatre:....... (Don't mind him, he fainted from embarrassment.)
Well that does it for this chappie. Hopefully I'll have the next one up soon. If not I'm updating something else in need of update. Anyway review please. And if anyone wants to beta just email me. You'll have to go to the author's page to find it.
Okay see ya next time.