Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pointless Running ❯ Pointless Running ( One-Shot )

POINTLESS RUNNING

By Syaoran-Lover

 

A.N.: For Weissangel 24 and based on her POINTLESS ARC ONESHOTS, specifically the third fic, POINTLESS IRRITABILITY. The timeline would be right after the latter. This is an alternative fic to POINTLESS SEDUCTION... with a slightly higher rating but no bad words since I hate those...

 

And yes, that means YAOI LEMON. You don't like it? There are many other fics out there (including others of mine) for you to read safely.

 

On a side note, I may not be the queen of sap, but I'm a close runner-up for first place, so be warned.

 

At last, as a final notice, let me type this: I don't own anything here except the word sequence. The storyline isn't all mine, since it is derived from Weissangel 24's fics. Gundam Wing and its characters, unfortunately, do not belong to me, but that doesn't mean I don't want them... or that I can't mess with them a little bit... >D

 

POINTLESS RUNNING

 

He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he did know that it wasn't much time. For four straight days, the ex-gundam pilot labeled 03 had been struggling against insanity, but it wasn't a fight he had much hope of winning. The brunette had only been trying to survive as long as he could... trying to hold on until salvation came.

 

Salvation had unbelievable soft blond hair and stupidly beautiful sea-green eyes.

 

For a good measure of time, "salvation" had been his whenever he felt like it... until an incredibly stupid mistake four days prior had broken all contact between them.

 

And his sanctuary had been really angry.

 

Now all that remained of the blonde was the room they used to share and a few larger belongings like the closet and the bed. Any small objects or clothes had been taken away shortly after the banged boy had been locked out of his own room.

 

Trowa wanted nothing more than to kick himself every time he remembered just why he had done what he did, except maybe kick the being known as Weissangel24, the cause of his present suffering.

 

Yes, she had made him write the stupid paper which resulted in Quatre's disappearance into thin air. His lover had vanished twenty minutes after their argument, all traces of the small boy gone with him. How his angel had managed to carry so much stuff with his lithe body so quickly without being seen was beyond Trowa, but the former wasn't a strategist for nothing. No doubt there was incredible quick-scheming behind such a great escape.

 

The tall boy had spent a whole day looking for the younger one, aimlessly strolling through the streets he knew his lover usually passed by.

 

But no one had seen his precious angel.

 

The next day, Trowa turned up completely soaked at the house all ex-gundam pilots shared, after a whole night out. Wufei, who had opened the door for him ran inside to get a towel. Once the green-eyed teen had dried off part of the water spread on him, some of the sanity that had fled from him the moment he heard Quatre was missing came back, and with it a little anger towards his lover. What kind of childish act was the blonde trying to pull? After all, it was only some stupid words on some stupid paper, there was no reason to pretend to be a small kid and run away pointlessly, was there? Fine! If that's what the small devil wanted, Trowa would be happy to oblige.

 

However, such feelings didn't last more than 12 hours. The flutist had always deemed himself a strong-willed person, just like any other gundam pilot, but for some reason, when it came to Quatre, the oldest of the five discovered that couldn't be applied.

 

By the third day, Trowa had stopped eating anything at all, his appetite lost like the angel's presence, no matter how hard Duo tried to press him to eat something.

 

On the fourth day, the braided boy couldn't even get the ex-clown to react either. The tallest of them had sat on the sofa the day before and would only look forward, seeing nothing. It wasn't until Duo shouted that Quatre was back that Trowa snapped out of his trance, but it had only been the long-haired teen's attempt to make the brunette pay attention.

 

At that time, Hiiro was passing through the living room towards the kitchen. With relative pity, he decided to give the distressed brunette some idea to get him started on living again. Although he was slightly worried, Hiiro's voice betrayed none of it, neither did his words.

 

"Have you tried the Maganuacs, Trowa? Quatre doesn't like being alone, and I'm sure he wouldn't want to bother his sisters."

 

By the time the short-haired boy finished the second sentence, there were only Duo and him in sight; the former with a smirk on his lips. "I thought you said you weren't worried."

 

Pointedly diverging his eyes, Hiiro answered with a seemingly cold voice, "I'm not, but I'm not sure I can stand you paying more attention to him than to me for much longer."

 

Once those words registered in the energetic teen's head, an impish smile substituted the smirk as its owner slowly stood up, barely suppressing a loud laugh. "I can't believe my ears! Hiiro, you're... jealous... of Trowa?!"

 

"Humpf," was his answer, but it was enough. Faster than he could think, Hiiro was tackled to the ground, a familiarly warm weight keeping him down there as a lustful mouth touched his own.

 

Both sets of lips danced for a long time before other parts decided to join in.

 

Right then, however, someone clearing his throat broke them apart, though only distant enough to make breathing possible. "You two, stop doing those thing around the house and get a room! Preferably yours!" Was Wufei's strong chastise.

 

Hiiro, his face suddenly turning many shades of red, was about to get up and comply almost automatically in order to escape the embarrassment, when Duo's husky comment stopped him. "Wufei, since when have you been watching us there?"

 

The indignant reply was exactly as the braided boy expected. "Maxwell! I have no such intention and you know it!"

 

A cruel smirk made itself present on Duo's face. "Really? Then why are you still here watching us? I never knew voyeurism was one of your hobbies, Fei."

 

A giant nosebleed made the Chinese warrior run out of the room in search of water and paper as an angry voice sounded throughout the two-story house. "Damn you, Maxwell!"

 

The joyous laughter that answered echoed through the rooms, as did the many sensual screams two different voices produced some time later.

 

XxXxXxXxX

 

Inside the bathroom, trying to ignore any sounds coming from outside and failing horribly, Wufei could only mutter miserably to himself. "I've gotta move out of this place!"

 

XxXxXxXxX

 

Once the truth of Hiiro's words had dawned on him, Trowa had reached their garage in a flash, the engine of his motorbike soon pumping and going. It would take some time to reach the Maganuacs' hideout, mostly because it was continents away, but he'd be there by the end of the day.

 

As he got onboard the plane that would lessen the biggest distance, the teen mentally wondered why that idea hadn't occurred to him sooner, but the only conclusion he could reach was that another day without the blonde by his side was unbearable.

 

He never noticed that was answer enough.

 

XxXxXxXxX

 

He had expected shouts, lies and possibly some violence or hostility to drive him away once he got there, but Trowa had never expected that the leader of the Maganuacs would personally greet him so warmly once the flutist arrived at their hideout. It got him thinking that maybe he and Hiiro were wrong and his angel wasn't there after all, but that quickly dissipated once he heard part of what Rashid had been saying as they walked through some corridors.

 

"I'm very well aware that Quatre-sama and you had an argument and that right now he wants you away - for a week - as he told me. Unfortunately, he hasn't been holding out very well either, and I'm forced to hold my word against his well-being. Of course, we both know which I'd choose."

 

A silent nod as the burly man looked back for an answer was enough to satisfy him, but Trowa still felt like he needed to express more. "Rashid," he called. When the Arabian stopped and turned around to face him, the teenager continued. "Thank you... for taking care of him."

 

A wide smile spread across the bearded man's face before he turned around and proceed their walk. "It's nothing you need to thank me for. The Maganuacs will gladly take him in anytime, no matter what the reasons or consequences, with or without you asking."

 

"I know, and that's why I thank you," Trowa answered truthfully.

 

"In that case, you're welcome. I just hope you don't upset him again, I really don't like or want to see Quatre-sama's sad expression, none of us Maganuacs do... those simply don't suit him."

 

"Indeed," Trowa answered, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face as the he played all of the blonde's extremes in his mind... from sad eyes to angry... from delighted to pleasured. All were part of the angelic being he longed for.

 

"Besides," Rashid unknowingly interrupted the other's reverie, "all of us Maganuacs knew that either you would come or Quatre-sama would go back before the week was up, but since he's still very disappointed, it was most likely that you would show up first. You two are stuck on each other like a snail and it's shell."

 

With an eyebrow raising, the slim brunette couldn't help but to reply, "But they're not glued. The snails, like many other arthropods, change its shells occasionally when they get too big for it."

 

"Don't you think you've learned anything from this incident?" Was the instant argument.

 

Recalling his beloved's sad face, the flutist sighed. "Yes, I have."

 

"Then you've both grown a bit. My point exactly."

 

Trowa's eyes widened when he finally caught the double meaning behind the older man's words. Indeed, they were still glued if they had grown together with that experience. Thinking of it, a knowing smile formed on the ex-pilot's lips as both men walked for a few more moments quietly until reaching a corner, when the silence was broken by the Maganuacs leader again.

 

"You know, I really don't like breaking my word to Quatre-sama; for all purposes you got in here by yourself on a self-appointed mission - no one saw you... Not even I."

 

When he turned to look back for a sign of approval, Rashid found that the banged boy was nowhere to be seen. A smirk appeared before he spoke again, resuming his path, "I really have to stop talking to myself."

 

XxXxXxXxX

 

After stealthily following the older but stronger man around, Trowa was finally led to a set of large oak doors. He observed silently as Rashid knocked almost soundlessly. "Quatre-sama?" The leader asked in a barely audible whisper.

 

There was, obviously, no reply. "Oh, well, I guess he's out. I'll come back later," he answered himself while turning to walking away.

 

Mentally thanking the man for the help, Trowa came out of the shadows and managed to quietly open the heavy doors, entering the big quarters without making any noise and locking the door behind him with just as much stealth.

 

Once inside, his eyes immediately searched the living room for his target, but the blonde was nowhere in sight. It wasn't until he entered the second compartment - the library and resting room - that he spotted his angel sleeping profoundly on an Arabian resting chair, right arm hanging over the headrest and the other curled around himself as he lay on his side. A book forgotten on the ground was open on a random page, most probably fallen from the soft hands when its owner fell asleep.

 

Trowa couldn't help but to think his angel looked beautiful, sleeping so peacefully. It was then that the he noticed that, more than the tanned boy, Quatre seemed to have thinned over the last five days, making the taller teen realize the blonde had probably suffered just as much, if not more. It dawned on him right then that the reason his lover had fled was not out of childishness, but most probably for guarantee that the punishment would be carried out... which still sounded like a somewhat crazy idea to him, but it made more sense, if anything.

 

Slowly, he kneeled down beside the blonde's resting place and spent a few moments admiring the lithe boy. Quatre's fair skin had paled some shades and his body seemed even more fragile than before, but other than that, he looked fine. The buttons on his light green shirt were all out of their respective houses, revealing the creamy skin it was supposed to have been hiding. The somewhat loose beige trousers did a better job at not revealing much, but due to its owner's current position, lying down somewhere between on his back and on his right side, it still made a sensual outline of what lay under the cloth.

 

Before Trowa could stop himself, he found one of his hands was already caressing the boy's cheeks while the other had ventured to trace the fine outlines of his lover's hips and legs. Even when he did register his movements, the brunette could not bring himself to stop them: too much time had passed since he last tasted the familiar feeling of the soft skin he had grown accustomed to claim his only.

 

Moments later, the unconscious body stirred a little, inclining to the gentle fingers. A sweet voice called, obviously not yet fully awake. "Tr-Trowa?" It questioned.

 

A small smile registered on the taller teen's face at how his sleeping lover still recognized his touch despite the unaware state.

 

"Yeah, I'm here."

 

Soft cheeks rubbed against his hand lovingly, seeking its warmth. "Trowa..."

 

And again, he couldn't control his actions in time to stop them: his hungry lips clashed against Quatre's, taming them, claiming them as their tongues met with great need for each other. It wasn't until a few moments later that they parted... and the blonde's eyes opened.

 

"Trowa..." He whispered again - still a bit sleepy but not as much - right before the sea-green eyes widened at the realization of things. "TROWA!?" He shouted, jumping out of his resting spot to stand behind it as if putting a barrier between himself and his hunter. "What are doing here?! How?"

 

The obvious mix of confusion and panic with a little bit of happiness and a tiny sprinkle of anger in those wide eyes would have been funny to the flutist if the latter wasn't so desperate to have their owner back in his arms.

 

"Quatre, please, let's talk about this. I'm sorry, really, I am. I've learned my lesson! I won't do it again, love. Please, come back to me."

 

A small flicker of warmth passed through those beautiful irises before being replaced with a furious scowl. "I said one week, 168 hours. We're two days away, Trowa. I'm not going back on my word, I'm not giving in to you again... or you'll always get away with these things... you always do..."

 

The slight look of pain in the younger boy's face made the brunette flinch inwardly for being the cause of it, but he knew that if he didn't take his chance now, the other wouldn't give another opening like this... and even an hour more without him would be unbearable torture after just meeting his lover again.

 

With great agility, Trowa flipped over the obstacle between them in a high jump, landing perfectly right behind the blonde, who barely had time to turn around and try to run away when two strong arms held his lithe form against a muscled one.

 

"Let me go! Let go of me, Trowa!" The pale boy screamed, trying in vain to free himself from the grasp... but the more he fought against it, the more the arms would encircle him even tighter. "Let go... Trowa..."

 

As Quatre's pleas and resistance grew to nil, the taller teen placed soft kisses on the other's neck, immediately feeling the effect it caused when the frail body seemed to have been shocked and a soft gasp escaped the perfectly shaped mouth.

 

"Please, love, end this. Let me make you mine again..." He pleaded against the cream-colored ear before nibbling on it.

 

He was still met with resistance, but the smaller body in his arms was shaking and had become so warm, the voice barely came out. "No... don't... Trowa, don't. You... always... get away with... Ah! Stop!"

 

"Do you really want me to?" The brunette asked huskily, now tracing feather-light kisses along the blonde's jawbone and purposely avoiding the tasteful lips, as much as he wanted to take them again.

 

"No... I mean, yes... I do... stop..." Quatre replied, his neck involuntarily arching back to give the other more space.

 

"Really? Then why is it that you're reacting as if you don't want me to stop?" Trowa pressed on, knowing his lover's attempts to escape were futile by the way the pale body betrayed its owner's words, moving the moist trail down the back of the blonde's neck.

 

Quatre's body trembled even more intensely and the ghost of a moan fled through his sweet voice. At that point, Trowa was hearing music: the younger boy's loud and rash breaths that were coming in smaller intervals were making it harder and harder for the pale teen to talk, "Be-Because... you... Ah! You... always get... the upper... ah... hand... I always... end up... forgiving you... Ah-AH!"

 

The brunette was especially delighted with the last moan: Quatre's body had completely given in, no longer resisting as Trowa's fingers moved freely upon it. When the tanned hands traveled under the soft fabric of the blonde's open shirt to teasingly pinch a hardened nipple, he felt his lover completely melt in his arms: no longer able to support himself alone, Quatre fell back against a muscled chest.

 

Offering more kisses down the pale neck as both his hands trailed down the slender waist symmetrically, the agile ex-pilot shot the final blow, "Then, this one last time, forgive me... and I'll make it up to you, Quat... love," he muttered against the other's trembling shoulders, tracing up to the soft parted lips and gently biting the lower one. "Let me claim you once again."

 

And with those last words, Trowa finally captured the lustful mouth with his own without being resisted... on the contrary - it seemed he was not unwelcome: his lover was kissing back with such intensity it was firing up the older teen very quickly.

 

When they parted, the brunette took advantage of his position behind the other to friction his hardening lower member against the smaller boy's back bottom, one long leg coming in between the latter's shorter ones in a teasing manner.

 

"Ah... Ah... Tro...Trowa..."

 

"What, Quatre?" The flutist asked, voice dropping sensually low as he removed the light green shirt, revealing very light-colored skin that he quickly proceeded to lick all over. "What do you want?"

 

With tears forming in his aquamarine eyes, the other replied nearly sobbing. "I... I want..."

 

Moving his lips against the soft body, Trowa urged its owner, "Go on, say it..."

 

Quatre's head bent back violently when the older teen's hand stopped over the cloth that covered his pale erection and rubbed its tip. "Uh... Ah! Trowa!"

 

"Yes...?"

 

"Ah! Stop... teasing! Ah! Take me, damn it! Aaaah!"

 

It was the taller boy's turn to raise an eyebrow in surprise, but a smirk quickly replaced the rather shocked expression as he moved to comply. "Your cry is my wish, love."

 

Rotating the blonde so they would stand in front of each other, Trowa backed up his partner against a wall before quickly bringing down the beige trousers, a little surprised to notice there was nothing more covering the boy's lower body. Pressing himself against the other, a husky whisper blew against the creamy ear. "You weren't expecting anyone today, were you?"

 

It was between ragged pants that Quatre managed to answer. "And... if I... were?"

 

An invading leg between his, caressing his now exposed hard member, was the immediate reaction. "Then it'd be my turn to punish you..." The older boy answered, kissing the other's chest on a downward trail as he removed his own shirt, Quatre quickly reaching out to help.

 

Once it was off, Trowa lowered himself until he was kneeling, which was just the right height to completely take his partner's erection in his mouth, expertly caressing it with his tongue. Years of experience had taught him all of Quatre's most soft and sensitive spots, which the brunette often used to his own advantage very well.

 

The blonde had to press himself against the wall in order not to fall, at the same time as he bit on two fingers of the same hand to avoid screaming out. If a mere touch from his lover was enough to drive the younger teen almost crazy, intimate gestures like the one being done to him then were enough to make him lose control.

 

Among them, one of the few things that could have greater effect was what Trowa had just started doing: one hand on each of Quatre's legs, the tanned fingers were traveling up to his thighs like snakes, pinching and grasping every millimeter of skin on its way in hot caresses, making the small body tremble from the pleasure and barely able to maintain standing up, even if he was supported against the wall.

 

"Tro... wa... stop! I can't..." The smaller one tried to say, but at that moment, a very slender finger invaded the small hole between his legs, and the words were lost in his throat as they gave way to a larger sound, "Aaaah!"

 

"Yes, that's it... moan for me, my angel..." the brunette replied slyly, lips brushing against the other's rigid member; barely hearing what the other had said due to his obvious state of ecstasy, Quatre did just that.

 

A few pleasure-induced screams later, a second finger was introduced inside. By this time, there were some tears sliding down the blonde's cheeks. A little bit more stroking and the smaller boy couldn't hold back anymore: a greater yell was echoed and Trowa's mouth was filled with the result of his lover's release, which he hungrily gulped down.

 

The younger teen was fighting for breath; without any strength left to hold him up, Quatre's body slid down the wall and fell in an exhausted heap on Trowa's awaiting lap. The latter received him warmly, arms reaching out to embrace the pale sweat-covered body of his angel, bringing the gold-topped head to rest against his naked tanned chest.

 

"I missed you so much, Quatre. I missed making you cry out like that... and hearing it too," said the ex-clown as he nuzzled his head among the soft hair of his lover, arms holding the latter tightly. "So much..."

 

Because of his position, Trowa did not see the deep reddish blush covering the blonde's face, but he knew it was there. When the pale teen was finally able to breathe again, he turned around and captured the taller one's mouth in a furious but passionate kiss, pouring everything he could into it. Caught off-guard, the feeling of those familiar warm lips on his, willingly starting the tender gesture, was enough to get the brunette's reaction soon. Their tongues danced wildly, both trying to convey their love with that simple but sweet action. It didn't take very long until Trowa had his half-naked body laying on top of Quatre's completely uncovered one, the latter's resting on the floor.

 

Pinning the blonde's arms above the golden head and against the ground with only one hand, the tanned teen roamed his other fingers along his lover's upper body and was delighted when the pale form under him arched towards his touch. Absolute comply, that was what the frail boy offered every time they were alone like that. It was a gift Trowa would never refuse.

 

Finally parting the war between their lips after some time, the taller man furiously attacked the other's exposed neck, causing his partner to gasp uncontrollably, and, releasing the grip on both captured arms, headed lower until he was once again kneeling between Quatre's now parted legs. Picking up a thin ankle he kissed it lovingly and placed it on his shoulder, kissing it down to the knee.

 

The blonde's face blushed furiously. No matter how many times they did this, he couldn't help but to turn completely red with relative embarrassment despite their experience. He covered his face with the recently freed hands, eyes randomly peeping between pale fingers. It wasn't until Trowa grabbed them with his own, using the smaller ones to pull their owner's lips to lock with his own once more, that Quatre stopped hiding. Still holding each of the blonde's arms on either side of their heads, the flutist's voice echoed huskily in the other's ears.

 

"Don't do that. I like it when you see what I'm doing to you, angel," he said, still rendering the other speechless and causing more crimson hues to appear on the soft cheeks. The smallest of them never noticed when the tall teen's flyer was open and the pulsing muscle it held back finally released. Small drops of salty water fell down from Quatre's eyes along the already tear-stained face when he felt the rigid member invading his small opening. Clinging to Trowa fiercely as the latter entered more and more, the teardrops started flowing freely.

 

Although being very careful with his beloved, the tan-skinned boy knew it was hurting, even if the blonde tried his best not to let it show - not that he was able to hide it: the strong grip on Trowa's shoulders was enough to let the older one know what the younger teen was feeling, especially when Quatre buried his head against the tanned neck, sea-green eyes tightly shut.

 

As he sat on his partner's lap, one leg on each side of the muscled torso, the pale boy tried to hold back sobs in an attempt to not worry the other as Trowa invaded him slowly. When the hard member had been nestled all the way to the hilt, both of them sighed heavily, pausing for a slight moment to give Quatre enough time to adjust to the pulsing muscle inside him as the pain slowly subsided. It wasn't until the thrusting began that the blonde finally let himself scream.

 

With each movement, the taller one's name was pronounced with more volume, especially when a certain pale muscle turned erect again, rubbed by the tanned chest as the rhythm of the thrusts was gradually increased.

 

Seeking more contact, Trowa guided his mouth towards Quatre's, their tongues engaging in another fierce battle as they muttered each other's names without breaking the kiss.

 

With a final push, both lovers reached their peeks, one exploding inside sweet warmth and another expelling the same content for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

 

Spent, sweat-covered bodies fell back on the floor, arms and legs tangled as they hugged each other possessively. Both teens let the time pass in silence, content with the feeling of each other's presence. Minutes later, Trowa finally broke the silence, "You know, you're not due home for two more days..." He muttered seriously.

 

Aquamarine eyes widened, "You're going ahead without me? Are you telling me you don't want me around you for the next couple of days?" Was the reluctant reply, a little bit of confusion and even cute fear stamped in Quatre's sea-green irises.

 

With a slight pang of amused guilt, Trowa kissed his lover's pale forehead before replying. "No, angel, certainly not. I'm asking if you don't want to keep your promise and stay here as you had said... and, of course, I'd love to keep you company during this time..." The brunette answered with a charmingly seductive smile.

 

Eyebrows shot up as the blonde boy finally understood the double meaning and a grin replaced the doubt that had settled on his face, lighting it up from ear to ear. The smile brought warmth to the core of Trowa's being... no wonder he loved it when his angel did that.

 

With sudden impulse, the smaller body rolled over and jumped on top of the stronger one, lips eagerly seeking his partner's. For the second time that day, the tanned teen was caught off-guard by a kiss, but just like the first time, he did not repel it even a little bit. Widely accepting the gesture, Trowa enthusiastically responded to the blonde's demands, arms traveling up to lock around the pale and thin waist lovingly.

 

With their bodies pressed against each other, the level of excitement was rapidly raised with obvious symptoms, but it wasn't any time soon that the two mouths were brought apart. With a dazzling smile and a happily inviting expression in his eyes, Quatre was finally able to answer.

 

"I guess I better keep my word then..." was the only warning before he attacked Trowa... not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

 

OWARI

 

There, done. Was that lemony enough? ^^

 

This story was based on Weissangel24's previously mentioned fics and it was written with her authorization. I even merged her writing style with mine to make it seem more convincing as an alternative. Hope I did a good enough job with that...

 

And, yes, I know I could have made it longer and spicier, not to mention type more on the "intercourse" scene, but I thought it was getting big enough already and I really didn't want to linger too much.

 

As a notice, if anyone's disappointed because there was no "I LOVE YOU" in this fic, it's not because I forgot or anything; I purposely avoided typing that, no matter how much I was tempted, for the simple reason that I wanted them to convey what they feel for each other in actions and not words. Besides, you can just imagine it being said almost any moment there... ^^

 

A big hug to anyone who reads this! Many thanks.

 

Constructive criticism and error warning are welcome, but since this story was made for hormones and not for brains, please don't be too harsh, especially about the non-existing plot... >.<

 

KaiLi Syaoran-Lover signing out!