Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ No Escape ❯ Bad dreams ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
//It's dark! Why is it so damn dark in here?!// Quatre thought to himself as he tried to focus on the shadows, he could swear they were moving, but there was no light present. His hands felt like blocks of ice and his feet wobbled beneath him as he tried to stand up. The cold feeling that had gathered around his heart intensified tenfold. Where was he? He vaguely remembered Duo screaming and Trowa going to investigate. He had wanted to help them but his mind was being pulled into a dark abyss that he couldn't escape; he only wished that everything was okay with Trowa and Duo. Something darker than the shadows slithered towards him and he screamed.

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Quatre! Quatre! Wake up!" Trowa almost screamed himself as he shook his lover. It had been a long, scary night of checking on Duo and Heero and now Quatre seemed to be having some type of nightmare. "Come on love, you're going to be okay."

Quatre opened his eyes slowly; almost fearful that if he opened his eyes whatever moved in the darkness would swallow him whole. "No, no please don't hurt me," Quatre grabbed fistfuls of Trowa's shirt and frantically tried to push him away. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Trowa grasped Quatre's hands gently and brought them to his lips, kissing the cold fingers then rubbing them in between his own to try and restore some warmth back into them. When Quatre began to struggle in earnest he pulled him into his lap and held him in a tight bear hug. He could wait until Quatre calmed down and fully woke up.

Quatre struggled harder, trying to free himself from whatever was trying to hurt him. Finally freeing one of his hands he managed to lash out against his capture, raking his fingernails across something soft.

Trowa clenched his teeth in pain and let out a soft whimper as Quatre's nails slashed across his cheek. He reached up and grabbed Quatre's hands again, growing more concerned as his young love stilled in his arms.

A soft sound of pain sliced through the haze and Quatre stopped. The dream disappeared in a bright flash of light and he blinked confused eyes at Trowa who still held him in a secure grip, a few drops of blood streaming from the wound in his cheek. "Trowa...."

"It's alright really, just a scratch," Trowa said nonchalantly as he released Quatre and reached up to wipe the blood away.

"Oh Trowa I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's not your fault Quatre, you were having a nightmare," Trowa said as he gave Quatre's small frame another gentle squeeze before letting him out of his lap.

Quatre instantly turned around so that he could straddle Trowa's lap so they sat chest to chest and examined the gash in his love's cheek. His hand still trembled from the shock of the dream as his fingers wiped more of the blood away.

"Don't worry bout it Quatre..."

Quatre silenced him with a soft kiss to his lips as he slid from Trowa's lap and headed into the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth and some bandages. Returning to the bed he washed Trowa's face and saw for the first time how bad he had hurt Trowa. "Maybe we should call Iria or Sally," he said as he patched Trowa's face up.

"Like I said Quatre, it's just a scratch, no need to involve your sister in this, why don't you go back to sleep?"

"I can't Trowa, if I lie down and close my eyes it'll come back, please don't make me Trowa.

Trowa pulled Quatre back into his embrace and stroked his hair, trying to show him that he was safe and lull him back into dreamland. Soon Quatre's eyes grew heavy and his body relaxed against Trowa's. Once his lover was asleep Trowa reached up and touched his cheek, letting the pain show on his face for the first time, it did hurt but he didn't want to trouble Quatre with that, he had enough of his mind already....