Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Unicorn ❯ Chapter 7
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 320 | Status: Completed
Category: Yaoi, AU, idea taken from novel The Last Unicorn, none of the script or actual excerpts will be reproduced here, just the main idea of the unicorn
Warnings: shonen ai, minor angst
Pairings: 3+4
Title: The Last Unicorn
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Part 7
Stepping into the forest where Quatre had disappeared, Trowa looked around anxiously. He knew the unicorn had promised to wait for him, but he was terrified that he wouldn't. He'd had no idea unicorns and dragons were enemies and he understood why Quatre had been unwilling to stay in Muave's presence. She was so big and Trowa knew how dangerous she could be. It hadn't been too many years since he'd rescued the baby Doonal and he'd never forget how enraged she was when he tried to return the small cub. It wasn't until he'd threatened the baby that she'd calmed enough to listen to him.
//Trowa...?//
Not bothering to hide his sigh of relief, he walked forward quickly when Quatre stepped out from behind some tall bushes. "Are you all right? I'm so sorry, Quatre. I had no idea what a horrible mistake I was making."
//No.// Rubbing his velvety cheek against the tall boy's chest, Quatre sighed. //I don't know why I reacted so badly. I just...I couldn't think. All I knew was that she was dangerous. And then you were taken and I--I was so scared.//
"You were right to be," Trowa said slowly, stroking the unicorn's neck. "It seems unicorns and dragons are mortal enemies. I'm sorry, I really had no idea."
Pulling away, Quatre's eyes flashed toward the direction of the cave and he shivered lightly. //Can we go? Please?//
"I learned something," Trowa said, remembering what he'd been told.
//Tell me on the way? I really don't want to stay here.// Lowering his head, Quatre looked away. //It just feels wrong for me to be here.//
"Of course." Swinging onto the unicorn's back, Trowa gripped his mane tightly as Quatre ran. "We need to go to the left," he called, noting that Quatre's ears flicked back a bit as they turned. "She said the unicorns were all rounded up and taken by something, a red bull. We have to go to where the land ends."
//The beach?!// Not slowing as he put more distance behind them, Quatre remembered his dream. //Yes, we'll find the bull on the beach. I dreamt that.//
Trowa also recalled the boy's nightmare as he'd been affected by Quatre's anguished scream. He hadn't questioned him at the time, but that was because the boy had obviously been very upset. Now, he wondered exactly what Quatre's dream had been about. Again, though, he didn't ask since the young unicorn had received enough upset for one day. Instead, they traveled in silence until the sun began to set.
* * *
"Quatre. Wake up." Shaking the boy roughly, Trowa sighed when he finally opened his eyes. He'd been awakened by the desperate cries for help and it had taken minutes for him to wake the boy. "What happened?" he asked softly, stroking Quatre's pale blonde hair as the boy continued to cry against his chest.
"I...don't know," the boy whispered. "I couldn't move and something bad was happening. And you weren't there." Shaking his head, his arms tightened around Trowa's waist. "I've never had dreams before, but it was so scary."
"It's all right," Trowa said, trying to soothe the boy as he laid them down and pulled the cover up again. "It was a nightmare. People have them sometimes. I guess unicorns don't unless they're in a human body." Closing his eyes, he hoped Quatre couldn't tell how shaken he was. The boy's cries had been bad enough, but he'd nearly panicked when he hadn't been able to waken him. It was that much more evidence of how attached he was growing to the boy and he reminded himself that he'd lose him when they found the other unicorns. "Go back to sleep."
Trowa's voice sounded odd to him, a bit rough and forced, but Quatre sighed as he was held firmly and he went to sleep.
* * *
They moved quickly, Quatre obviously well rested despite his interrupted sleep, and they could soon smell the salt in the air. Trowa had never been to the sea, but he'd heard of it, so he thought he was well enough prepared. He wasn't. Halting as they broke the edge of the forest, both stared at the endless expanse of water spread out before them, both caught by the movement of small waves rolling over the surface.
//This is it,// Quatre said, awe in his voice although Trowa felt the emotion rather than heard it. //And this is where she said to go?//
"Yes." Glancing up and down the pale, sparkling sand, Trowa tensed as he spotted something that glinted in the distance. "Quatre, let's go towards that. But stay near the forest, okay?"
Rather than answer, the unicorn broke into a trot, and he was surprised at the way the sand closed over his hooves. He couldn't imagine being able to run over it as he had in his dream as it wasn't a steady surface at all. Still, he could move quickly enough as it was better than the rocky bank of the river they'd found before. Looking to what was soon visible as some sort of building, Quatre began to feel anticipation as he realized the person who lived there might know of his family.
"Quatre, stop." Sliding off, Trowa eyed the castle in the distance. He'd heard of such edifices, but they were said to belong only to nobles and people with wealth. For one to be on an empty beach was suspicious to him. Gesturing to the woods, he followed Quatre until they were hidden by the trees. "You'll have to change back, now," he said quickly, kneeling as he got the boy's clothing. "I don't know who lives there, but you can't let them know you're a unicorn."
Changing quickly, Quatre dressed. "Are you worried, Trowa?"
"Just being cautious. If anyone asks about you and your past just say you don't remember." The pale boy frowned at this, but Trowa nodded sharply. "I'm sure you don't want to lie, but it's necessary. If you have to, say your past is painful and you don't want to talk about it."
"That's true," Quatre said, smiling with relief. "It *was* painful to be alone."
"All right then." Slinging his pack over a shoulder, Trowa took a deep breath. "There's no reason to postpone this. Let's go."
They were still a good distance from the castle, and both were a bit cowed by how large it was once they got close. Making certain Quatre stayed next to him, Trowa moved around it to the large gates that faced the sea. He would have preferred to go alone and not risk Quatre's safety, but he didn't want the boy by himself. That would be just as dangerous. Pounding hard on the thick wood, he waited to see who would greet them. He wasn't too surprised when the gates were thrown open almost immediately.
He'd assumed they would be watched once they got close, but he was taken back by how young the man who answered it was. He looked to be in his mid-twenties at most and he wasn't much taller than Trowa. With pale blue eyes and very short blonde hair, he wasn't the least bit sinister-looking and only the faded scar on one cheek marred his features. Then the young man smiled as his eyes moved over each boy.
"Hello. I can't say I've had many visitors in the last couple of years." Still smiling, he extended his hand to Trowa who stood a bit in front of Quatre. "My name is Robert Brayton."
Shaking hands with the man, Trowa introduced them, hiding his frown when the man shook Quatre's hand. He didn't hold it any longer than he had Trowa's, but he found he didn't want anybody touching the boy. "We're looking for legends about a creature. An acquaintance of mine is interested in many creatures that used to roam the land and we heard this was where the Red Bull resided." The story sounded very weak and phony in his ears, but the man nodded quickly, his eyes wide.
"You've come to the right place. Why don't you come inside and I'll tell you what I know over tea. I really don't get many visitors so it would be a pleasure to have the two of you."
Knowing their appearances were poor in comparison to the man's rich coat, Trowa couldn't refuse without a good reason. It would seem suspicious and he might miss the chance to learn about the bull and the missing unicorns. "Thank you," he said, expression clear as he gave no hint of his apprehension.
Following the man, the two boys looked over the courtyard, taking in how barren it was. Even when they were inside the castle, they saw no signs of other people. Trowa was careful not to ask about it as he knew that would give the man a reason to ask personal questions in return. He stayed close to Quatre and let his eyes find the quickest route out of the castle as he memorized the halls they walked down.
The man didn't speak as he led them, and he only paused when he pushed open a pair of tall doors. "Come in," he said, smiling again as he gestured toward a small table.
Since the boy had never seen a chair, Trowa pulled one out for Quatre and was relieved when the boy sat in it with a small smile. Taking the seat beside him, Trowa watched the man make some tea, making sure he had no chance to do any thing to it. It wasn't that he expected to be drugged, but he wasn't taking any chances, especially with Quatre there. Then the man pulled three mugs from a counter against the wall and rinsed them with water from a pitcher. Trowa was calmed by the action since the cups couldn't have been doctored before time if he rinsed them out.
Sitting across from the boys, Robert took the lid off a small jar on the side of the table, using a long-handled spoon to scoop up some of the light brown grains. "This is sugar," he said, eyes glinting as he smiled. "I'm afraid I have quite a sweet tooth so I tend to spoil myself. You should try some though, I bet you've never had *brown* sugar."
He knew Quatre would love to have his tea sweetened, so Trowa tasted a bit of the sugar and nodded to the man. "It's very good."
Watching as the boys stirred some into their tea, Robert sighed. "A trader got shipwrecked here a while back and he had bags of it. I just *had* to clean him out. After all, what's the good with having money if you can't spoil yourself?" Laughing when Quatre smiled, he leaned forward a bit. "I'd say you like it, yes?"
The blonde boy smiled sweetly and nodded. "It's nice, thank you."
"My pleasure."
Not liking the way the man was smiling at Quatre, Trowa set down his cup. "What have you heard about the Red Bull? Not many people know anything about it."
With a knowing nod, the man sighed. "The few people who have heard won't come near this place and I can't help but warn the ones who don't know. The legend usually ends up chasing them away but I just can't hide it from them." Putting his cup down, he shook his head slowly. "It was years ago, but the legend has it that a huge bull with a blazing red coat used to rule this beach. Though no one knows why, he hated unicorns and he hunted them, driving them into the ocean one-by-one."
Wincing when Quatre gasped in horror, Trowa held the boy's hand under the table as he judged the man's expression. He was looking at the blonde boy with a sad expression.
"Horrible, isn't it? But he drowned them all then disappeared. No one has seen him since, but people still avoid this area, afraid that he might return." He seemed surprised when tears suddenly slipped from Quatre's eyes and he shook his head again. "I'm sorry. I guess you weren't expecting to hear something this bad." He stood and gave the two boys a sad smile. "I tell you what, why don't you stay here tonight. There's plenty of room and you know I don't mind the company."
He needed to get Quatre alone so he could comfort the boy, so Trowa nodded and stood. "Thank you." Helping Quatre out of the chair, he put an arm around the weeping boy's shoulder, grateful when the man wasted no time finding them two rooms next to each other. With a parting invitation to dinner, he left them, giving Trowa an understanding look before turning away.
Once inside the first room, Trowa pulled the blonde boy into his arms, holding him as the boy sobbed roughly, no longer trying to hold back his grief. "Oh Quatre, I'm so sorry."
* * *
Waking abruptly, Trowa sat up as he looked to the door and he sighed as he spotted Quatre's form. He hadn't wanted to leave the boy alone in the other room, but the blonde had insisted that he needed to think. Now, he blinked as Quatre crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm okay...I guess," Quatre whispered, pale blue-green eyes bright in the light from the open window. "I just couldn't sleep." Smiling a sheepish smile, he looked at Trowa. "I'm so used to you being there with me. Could I sleep with you?"
"Of course, Quatre." Lifting the cover, he watched the boy slip beneath it, wrapping his arms around him as he snuggled close. He had to admit that it had been odd and wrong; sleeping without the boy's warmth against him. Closing his eyes, he suddenly flinched when Quatre ran a hand over his chest. "Quatre?"
Smiling, the blonde boy caressed the bare skin lightly. "You're so pretty in the moonlight." He'd pushed himself up a bit, but he lowered his head as he rubbed his cheek against Trowa's chest before kissing it lightly.
"Don't..." Trowa gritted his teeth as he felt the boy's soft lips on him and he shook his head. "Quatre, don't do that."
"But I like it," the pale boy whispered, raising as he brushed his lips over Trowa's, causing the tall boy to stiffen.
Pushing him back, Trowa sat up. "Quatre, you don't know what you're doing. I can't...that is you..." The boy kissed him again and he flinched as he felt Quatre's moist tongue on his lips. "Stop." As much as his body and heart wanted the boy to continue, he couldn't take advantage of his innocence.
"But why?" Frowning in obvious confusion, the blonde boy sat up. "I want--"
"Quatre..." He didn't know what to say. It would be so easy to simply let the boy do whatever he wanted, but he knew what *he* would do if Quatre continued to kiss him like that. "You just can't do that." He was surprised when the boy got off the bed quickly and he nearly followed him as Quatre left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. //Damnit! He wanted me...and I threw him away. Why couldn't I just...// He remembered how the boy would curl up against him, trusting him implicitly and he knew he couldn't give in to his own needs. //He's so sweet, but he doesn't love me.//
* * *
"Perfect." Leaning over the bowl of water, the man watched the tall boy's lips moving in the dream he'd induced, smirking when Trowa stretched a hand out. "You fool. I knew you wouldn't take what he offered. You'd never harm your precious unicorn. Even in your dreams. It would be simple to kill you, but this is much more entertaining."
Black eyes glinting with a faint red glow, he moved to the door, pausing beside a tall mirror. With a few murmured words, he found himself looking at the bed where the blonde boy slept peacefully. "You know, I never thought I might have missed one. I've never seen a unicorn in human form before. Very pretty, I just might keep you for a while." Laughing darkly, he began to work his spell.
* * *
TBC
Warnings: shonen ai, minor angst
Pairings: 3+4
Title: The Last Unicorn
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Part 7
Stepping into the forest where Quatre had disappeared, Trowa looked around anxiously. He knew the unicorn had promised to wait for him, but he was terrified that he wouldn't. He'd had no idea unicorns and dragons were enemies and he understood why Quatre had been unwilling to stay in Muave's presence. She was so big and Trowa knew how dangerous she could be. It hadn't been too many years since he'd rescued the baby Doonal and he'd never forget how enraged she was when he tried to return the small cub. It wasn't until he'd threatened the baby that she'd calmed enough to listen to him.
//Trowa...?//
Not bothering to hide his sigh of relief, he walked forward quickly when Quatre stepped out from behind some tall bushes. "Are you all right? I'm so sorry, Quatre. I had no idea what a horrible mistake I was making."
//No.// Rubbing his velvety cheek against the tall boy's chest, Quatre sighed. //I don't know why I reacted so badly. I just...I couldn't think. All I knew was that she was dangerous. And then you were taken and I--I was so scared.//
"You were right to be," Trowa said slowly, stroking the unicorn's neck. "It seems unicorns and dragons are mortal enemies. I'm sorry, I really had no idea."
Pulling away, Quatre's eyes flashed toward the direction of the cave and he shivered lightly. //Can we go? Please?//
"I learned something," Trowa said, remembering what he'd been told.
//Tell me on the way? I really don't want to stay here.// Lowering his head, Quatre looked away. //It just feels wrong for me to be here.//
"Of course." Swinging onto the unicorn's back, Trowa gripped his mane tightly as Quatre ran. "We need to go to the left," he called, noting that Quatre's ears flicked back a bit as they turned. "She said the unicorns were all rounded up and taken by something, a red bull. We have to go to where the land ends."
//The beach?!// Not slowing as he put more distance behind them, Quatre remembered his dream. //Yes, we'll find the bull on the beach. I dreamt that.//
Trowa also recalled the boy's nightmare as he'd been affected by Quatre's anguished scream. He hadn't questioned him at the time, but that was because the boy had obviously been very upset. Now, he wondered exactly what Quatre's dream had been about. Again, though, he didn't ask since the young unicorn had received enough upset for one day. Instead, they traveled in silence until the sun began to set.
* * *
"Quatre. Wake up." Shaking the boy roughly, Trowa sighed when he finally opened his eyes. He'd been awakened by the desperate cries for help and it had taken minutes for him to wake the boy. "What happened?" he asked softly, stroking Quatre's pale blonde hair as the boy continued to cry against his chest.
"I...don't know," the boy whispered. "I couldn't move and something bad was happening. And you weren't there." Shaking his head, his arms tightened around Trowa's waist. "I've never had dreams before, but it was so scary."
"It's all right," Trowa said, trying to soothe the boy as he laid them down and pulled the cover up again. "It was a nightmare. People have them sometimes. I guess unicorns don't unless they're in a human body." Closing his eyes, he hoped Quatre couldn't tell how shaken he was. The boy's cries had been bad enough, but he'd nearly panicked when he hadn't been able to waken him. It was that much more evidence of how attached he was growing to the boy and he reminded himself that he'd lose him when they found the other unicorns. "Go back to sleep."
Trowa's voice sounded odd to him, a bit rough and forced, but Quatre sighed as he was held firmly and he went to sleep.
* * *
They moved quickly, Quatre obviously well rested despite his interrupted sleep, and they could soon smell the salt in the air. Trowa had never been to the sea, but he'd heard of it, so he thought he was well enough prepared. He wasn't. Halting as they broke the edge of the forest, both stared at the endless expanse of water spread out before them, both caught by the movement of small waves rolling over the surface.
//This is it,// Quatre said, awe in his voice although Trowa felt the emotion rather than heard it. //And this is where she said to go?//
"Yes." Glancing up and down the pale, sparkling sand, Trowa tensed as he spotted something that glinted in the distance. "Quatre, let's go towards that. But stay near the forest, okay?"
Rather than answer, the unicorn broke into a trot, and he was surprised at the way the sand closed over his hooves. He couldn't imagine being able to run over it as he had in his dream as it wasn't a steady surface at all. Still, he could move quickly enough as it was better than the rocky bank of the river they'd found before. Looking to what was soon visible as some sort of building, Quatre began to feel anticipation as he realized the person who lived there might know of his family.
"Quatre, stop." Sliding off, Trowa eyed the castle in the distance. He'd heard of such edifices, but they were said to belong only to nobles and people with wealth. For one to be on an empty beach was suspicious to him. Gesturing to the woods, he followed Quatre until they were hidden by the trees. "You'll have to change back, now," he said quickly, kneeling as he got the boy's clothing. "I don't know who lives there, but you can't let them know you're a unicorn."
Changing quickly, Quatre dressed. "Are you worried, Trowa?"
"Just being cautious. If anyone asks about you and your past just say you don't remember." The pale boy frowned at this, but Trowa nodded sharply. "I'm sure you don't want to lie, but it's necessary. If you have to, say your past is painful and you don't want to talk about it."
"That's true," Quatre said, smiling with relief. "It *was* painful to be alone."
"All right then." Slinging his pack over a shoulder, Trowa took a deep breath. "There's no reason to postpone this. Let's go."
They were still a good distance from the castle, and both were a bit cowed by how large it was once they got close. Making certain Quatre stayed next to him, Trowa moved around it to the large gates that faced the sea. He would have preferred to go alone and not risk Quatre's safety, but he didn't want the boy by himself. That would be just as dangerous. Pounding hard on the thick wood, he waited to see who would greet them. He wasn't too surprised when the gates were thrown open almost immediately.
He'd assumed they would be watched once they got close, but he was taken back by how young the man who answered it was. He looked to be in his mid-twenties at most and he wasn't much taller than Trowa. With pale blue eyes and very short blonde hair, he wasn't the least bit sinister-looking and only the faded scar on one cheek marred his features. Then the young man smiled as his eyes moved over each boy.
"Hello. I can't say I've had many visitors in the last couple of years." Still smiling, he extended his hand to Trowa who stood a bit in front of Quatre. "My name is Robert Brayton."
Shaking hands with the man, Trowa introduced them, hiding his frown when the man shook Quatre's hand. He didn't hold it any longer than he had Trowa's, but he found he didn't want anybody touching the boy. "We're looking for legends about a creature. An acquaintance of mine is interested in many creatures that used to roam the land and we heard this was where the Red Bull resided." The story sounded very weak and phony in his ears, but the man nodded quickly, his eyes wide.
"You've come to the right place. Why don't you come inside and I'll tell you what I know over tea. I really don't get many visitors so it would be a pleasure to have the two of you."
Knowing their appearances were poor in comparison to the man's rich coat, Trowa couldn't refuse without a good reason. It would seem suspicious and he might miss the chance to learn about the bull and the missing unicorns. "Thank you," he said, expression clear as he gave no hint of his apprehension.
Following the man, the two boys looked over the courtyard, taking in how barren it was. Even when they were inside the castle, they saw no signs of other people. Trowa was careful not to ask about it as he knew that would give the man a reason to ask personal questions in return. He stayed close to Quatre and let his eyes find the quickest route out of the castle as he memorized the halls they walked down.
The man didn't speak as he led them, and he only paused when he pushed open a pair of tall doors. "Come in," he said, smiling again as he gestured toward a small table.
Since the boy had never seen a chair, Trowa pulled one out for Quatre and was relieved when the boy sat in it with a small smile. Taking the seat beside him, Trowa watched the man make some tea, making sure he had no chance to do any thing to it. It wasn't that he expected to be drugged, but he wasn't taking any chances, especially with Quatre there. Then the man pulled three mugs from a counter against the wall and rinsed them with water from a pitcher. Trowa was calmed by the action since the cups couldn't have been doctored before time if he rinsed them out.
Sitting across from the boys, Robert took the lid off a small jar on the side of the table, using a long-handled spoon to scoop up some of the light brown grains. "This is sugar," he said, eyes glinting as he smiled. "I'm afraid I have quite a sweet tooth so I tend to spoil myself. You should try some though, I bet you've never had *brown* sugar."
He knew Quatre would love to have his tea sweetened, so Trowa tasted a bit of the sugar and nodded to the man. "It's very good."
Watching as the boys stirred some into their tea, Robert sighed. "A trader got shipwrecked here a while back and he had bags of it. I just *had* to clean him out. After all, what's the good with having money if you can't spoil yourself?" Laughing when Quatre smiled, he leaned forward a bit. "I'd say you like it, yes?"
The blonde boy smiled sweetly and nodded. "It's nice, thank you."
"My pleasure."
Not liking the way the man was smiling at Quatre, Trowa set down his cup. "What have you heard about the Red Bull? Not many people know anything about it."
With a knowing nod, the man sighed. "The few people who have heard won't come near this place and I can't help but warn the ones who don't know. The legend usually ends up chasing them away but I just can't hide it from them." Putting his cup down, he shook his head slowly. "It was years ago, but the legend has it that a huge bull with a blazing red coat used to rule this beach. Though no one knows why, he hated unicorns and he hunted them, driving them into the ocean one-by-one."
Wincing when Quatre gasped in horror, Trowa held the boy's hand under the table as he judged the man's expression. He was looking at the blonde boy with a sad expression.
"Horrible, isn't it? But he drowned them all then disappeared. No one has seen him since, but people still avoid this area, afraid that he might return." He seemed surprised when tears suddenly slipped from Quatre's eyes and he shook his head again. "I'm sorry. I guess you weren't expecting to hear something this bad." He stood and gave the two boys a sad smile. "I tell you what, why don't you stay here tonight. There's plenty of room and you know I don't mind the company."
He needed to get Quatre alone so he could comfort the boy, so Trowa nodded and stood. "Thank you." Helping Quatre out of the chair, he put an arm around the weeping boy's shoulder, grateful when the man wasted no time finding them two rooms next to each other. With a parting invitation to dinner, he left them, giving Trowa an understanding look before turning away.
Once inside the first room, Trowa pulled the blonde boy into his arms, holding him as the boy sobbed roughly, no longer trying to hold back his grief. "Oh Quatre, I'm so sorry."
* * *
Waking abruptly, Trowa sat up as he looked to the door and he sighed as he spotted Quatre's form. He hadn't wanted to leave the boy alone in the other room, but the blonde had insisted that he needed to think. Now, he blinked as Quatre crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm okay...I guess," Quatre whispered, pale blue-green eyes bright in the light from the open window. "I just couldn't sleep." Smiling a sheepish smile, he looked at Trowa. "I'm so used to you being there with me. Could I sleep with you?"
"Of course, Quatre." Lifting the cover, he watched the boy slip beneath it, wrapping his arms around him as he snuggled close. He had to admit that it had been odd and wrong; sleeping without the boy's warmth against him. Closing his eyes, he suddenly flinched when Quatre ran a hand over his chest. "Quatre?"
Smiling, the blonde boy caressed the bare skin lightly. "You're so pretty in the moonlight." He'd pushed himself up a bit, but he lowered his head as he rubbed his cheek against Trowa's chest before kissing it lightly.
"Don't..." Trowa gritted his teeth as he felt the boy's soft lips on him and he shook his head. "Quatre, don't do that."
"But I like it," the pale boy whispered, raising as he brushed his lips over Trowa's, causing the tall boy to stiffen.
Pushing him back, Trowa sat up. "Quatre, you don't know what you're doing. I can't...that is you..." The boy kissed him again and he flinched as he felt Quatre's moist tongue on his lips. "Stop." As much as his body and heart wanted the boy to continue, he couldn't take advantage of his innocence.
"But why?" Frowning in obvious confusion, the blonde boy sat up. "I want--"
"Quatre..." He didn't know what to say. It would be so easy to simply let the boy do whatever he wanted, but he knew what *he* would do if Quatre continued to kiss him like that. "You just can't do that." He was surprised when the boy got off the bed quickly and he nearly followed him as Quatre left the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. //Damnit! He wanted me...and I threw him away. Why couldn't I just...// He remembered how the boy would curl up against him, trusting him implicitly and he knew he couldn't give in to his own needs. //He's so sweet, but he doesn't love me.//
* * *
"Perfect." Leaning over the bowl of water, the man watched the tall boy's lips moving in the dream he'd induced, smirking when Trowa stretched a hand out. "You fool. I knew you wouldn't take what he offered. You'd never harm your precious unicorn. Even in your dreams. It would be simple to kill you, but this is much more entertaining."
Black eyes glinting with a faint red glow, he moved to the door, pausing beside a tall mirror. With a few murmured words, he found himself looking at the bed where the blonde boy slept peacefully. "You know, I never thought I might have missed one. I've never seen a unicorn in human form before. Very pretty, I just might keep you for a while." Laughing darkly, he began to work his spell.
* * *
TBC