Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Unicorn ❯ Chapter 7

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The Unicorn- Chapter 7

 

“Quatre, I think we should have sex.”

 

The unicorn looked up at him.  His ocean-blue eyes blinked a few times before he calmly replied, “Are you sure?”

 

“Yeah.”  There was no turning back now.

 

Quatre closed the magazine and rose gracefully off the bed to stand in front of him.  He gazed up lovingly at Trowa with a serene smile.  He brought his hands up to cup, the younger man’s face and pull him down into a gentle kiss.  It was not the reaction Trowa thought he was going to get.  Quatre acted like he was ready to jump his bones at a moment’s notice.    

 

Pulling back, but still hold his face, Quatre said, “Come, we must prepare.”  He slowly slid his hands down Towa’s chest and then clasped the other boy’s wrist to pull him into the bathroom.  Once inside, the unicorn began to undo the buttons on Trow’s shirt.  Catching on, Trowa undid the buckle on his belt and quickly stepped out of his pants and boxers.  He kicked the pile of clothes out into the bedroom while Quatre turned on the water in the shower. 

 

Under the spray, the two kissed languidly, hands gently exploring each other’s bodies.  There was no rush here.  They had all the time in the world.  The unicorn could sense the nervousness in the other boy and took extra care to take things slowly.  He lathered up his hands with soap and carefully massaged Trowa’s shoulders.  When the tension began to ebb, he moved his further down the taller boy’s back and gave a playful squeeze when he reached the two firm butt cheeks.  When he worked his way around to the front, he was greeted with a burgeoning erection.  Trowa jumped when his hand lightly encircled it.  “Easy, relax,” he soothed.  Quatre gave a few light pumps but didn’t linger too long.  His touch was mostly for cleaning, he didn’t want to escalate things too much in the shower. 

 

Trowa broke away from the kissing to watch Quatre look up at him.  He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.  He was nervous, but also somewhat relieved that it was Quatre at the same time.  The unicorn had wormed his way into his life and doing something this intimate suddenly didn’t feel so wrong anymore.  He pulled the shorter boy into an unexpected big hug.  “Thank you for this, Quatre.”  The unicorn practically melted in his arms.  It was at that moment that he became keenly aware of the other’s hard length pressing into his hip.  He pushed them apart a bit so he could look down at it.  It was his first time seeing an erection, other than his own, in person.  Quatre was uncircumcised and so much larger than his slim frame would have indicated.  Not overly thick, but slim or veiny and much longer than he was expecting.  He was definitely a grower because Trowa had seen what his flaccid state was every day.  This was quite a surprise. 

 

Hung like a horse?  More like hung like a unicorn. 

 

Quatre gave him a sly smile when their eyes met again.  “Let’s finish up here and move into the bedroom.”

 

They dried each other off and Trowa combed the unicorn’s magnificent hair as if they had been doing this together for years.  Quatre hummed softly at each passing of the comb against his scalp.  When they were finished, the blond took Trowa’s hand and led him back into the bedroom, grabbing a few towels from the shelf as he walked by and placed them on the floor next to the bed.  Trowa bent over and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.

 

“Oh, no that stuff is much too sticky,” Quatre said as soon as he saw the bottle.  “Hold on, “ he added and trotted out of the room bare-assed towards the kitchen.  When he came back, he handed the other boy a small jar.

 

Trowa cocked an eyebrow.  “Coconut oil?”

 

The unicorn nodded enthusiastically.  “Oh yes, this stuff works much better…smells nicer too.”

 

Trowa was in no position to argue against that, so he set it down on the nightstand.  Quatre climbed onto the bed and beckoned the green-eyed boy to join him.  The unicorn stretched them both across the fluffy, duvet cover, on their sides, the heat of each other’s skin radiating from head to toe, as they resumed the slow, sensuous kissing.  Taking a more aggressive role, the unicorn rolled Trowa onto his back and licked and nipped his way down that long neck and along the other’s collarbone, then back up to attack his mouth again while his left hand swept downward to clasp his erection loosely.  Trowa moaned his appreciation into Quatre’s mouth as that hand began to slowly move up and down.

 

Breaking away, the unicorn pulled his knees under him and kissed his way down Trowa’s torso, stopping just shy of the fine, dark hairs surrounding the cock he was still working his hand over.  The brown-haired boy lifted his head up to watch.  He knew what was about to happen.  And as much as he tried to keep his eyes open, his mind blanked as the unicorn tucked a strand of white-blonde hair behind his ear and then swallowed his dick down to the root.  Quatre’s mouth was so hot, so wet.  He had never felt anything like this before.  “Ngh…god…,” he gasped.  That hot mouth moved up and down in a steady rhythm.  The soft tongue swirled around the tip of his penis.  Hands fisted in the comforter, Trowa nearly jumped off the bed when the tip of Quatre’s tongue stabbed into his cockhole and licked away the bead of precum.  The muted slurping sounds, the combination of mouth and hand working in tandem, were bringing him to the edge of extasy, but then it all stopped suddenly.

 

Trowa opened his eyes and lifted his head to give the blonde a questioning look.  The unicorn wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in the most casually sexy motion he had ever seen.  That mouth had just been on his dick and his mind spun for a moment at that thought.

 

Quatre smiled coyly. “Sorry, I didn’t want you to get too far gone.  There is much more for you to experience.”    When he turned to reach for the bottle of oil on the nightstand, Trowa sat up and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

 

“Can I return the favor?” he asked.  The unicorn’s eyes widened slightly, taken off guard by the request, but nodded his approval.   The blonde settled back against the pillows as the other boy moved into position.  Trowa gently placed his hand around the heated length and pulled back the foreskin to expose the dusty rose tip.   There was a faint, musky smell, he noted, not unpleasant in the least.  “I apologize if this is awful.  I’ve never done this before.”

 

“Nonsense,” the unicorn chided, his voice was winded with anticipation.  “You’ll do fine.” 

 

Not trusting his gag reflex, Trowa took the unicorn’s cock into his mouth just past the tip while cradling the silky-smooth balls with his other hand.   Quatre relaxed further into the pillows with a contented sigh.  He backed off a bit and then slid back down, taking a little bit more into his mouth.  He marveled at the slight salty flavor of what he assumed to be pre-ejaculate.  There was no way he was going to fit all of Quatre in his mouth, so he tried to use his hand on what was left outside.  It was a little clumsy at first, but he eventually fell into a sort of easy pace and when he looked up at the unicorn, he didn’t seem to mind.  His ocean-blue eyes watched him with a serene, but still fiery passion.  He slowly carded his fingers through Trowa’s hair almost like silent praise for a job well done.  When the hand in his hair started to become less rhythmic and was clutching more than combing, he knew he was doing something right.  When the blonde started to buck up into his mouth, he had to lean some of his weight on the other’s hip to keep from accidently deep throating.  He would gag for sure if that were to happen.   

 

“Oh…oh, my love,” Quatre gasped.  “You’d better stop, or you will be the end of me.”

 

Trowa pulled back as ordered.  When he sat up, Quatre was there to kiss his saliva plump lips. 

 

“Oh, that was wonderful,” he said between kisses.    

 

Trowa wrapped his arms around the slender waist and pulled their bodies taut.   The kisses deepened as if they were trying to devour each other.  While sucking on the pale neck, Trowa breathlessly asked, “How are we…?” 

 

“In me,” the unicorn replied with a throaty moan and leaned back as gracefully as a dancer to reach for the jar on the nightstand.  Trowa took the opportunity to lick a line from his belly to his chest.  The unicorn shivered with delight.  When he sat back up, he handed Trowa the jar of oil.  “This is the most important step.  If you don’t prepare properly, it can lead to pain and injury.”

 

Trowa nodded obediently.  Unscrewing the cap and tossing it back onto the nightstand, the unicorn swiped two fingers into the thick, cream-like oil.  He positioned himself on his hands and knees and looking over his shoulder at the other boy, reached back to rub the two oiled fingers around his anus.  Green eyes were wide in rapt fascination.  “Remember to go slow and above all else…relax,” he groaned as one finger breached his opening and slid all the way in.

 

The brown-haired boy had to press his palm against his own erection when the unicorn added a second finger and began to work them slowly in and out of himself.  It was incredible that this was actually happening right here in front of him.  He reached out and stroked Quatre’s ass, careful not to impede the other man in his actions.  “Can I try?” he asked.

 

The unicorn nodded and withdrew his fingers.  Settling his head down on the bed, turned to the side so he could watch, he left his ass in the air for the other boy to access.  Trowa spread some of the oil on his index finger and gently circled around the tight pucker of muscle before pushing in.  It felt so hot inside, so tight when Quatre clenched briefly around the intruding finger.  The unicorn moaned as that finger began to thrust slowly.  

 

His fingers were longer than Quatre’s and he idly wondered if that made a difference.  Sensing zero tension from the other body, Trowa smeared some more oil on his middle finger and pushed them both in.

 

“Ah…yessss,” Quatre moaned into the mattress.

 

The unicorn’s erection bobbed slightly with each small movement Trowa made.  He reached out with his left hand and let the weight of it settle onto his palm.  It felt so hard and heavy.  The tip was damp once again with precum.  Trowa could have spent hours like this, exploring, touching, feeling, watching his fingers appear and disappear.  Quatre’s body was a feast laid out before him.  He rotated his fingers inside the unicorn so that his palm was now facing up and fingers bent more.

 

Caught between the thrusting fingers and the hand palming his cock, a shiver ran through Quatre and his whole body seemed to vibrate like a plucked guitar string.  Between the moans and incoherent noises, Trowa managed to make out, “Uh, ughn, stop….stop, I’m ready.”   

 

The two disengaged and claiming Trowa’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, Quatre guided the other boy to lie down on his back with his head resting on a pillow.  The blonde quickly straddled his hips.  With a flick of his head to toss all that hair to one side, Quatre bent down and kissed him again, allowing both their erections to rub together.  The two groaned their pleasure into each other’s mouths.  Sitting back up, Quatre once again grabbed the jar of oil and after scooping out another dollop, began to slather Trowa’s cock with it.  Bracing this weight on one knee, Quatre grabbed it by the base and hovered himself over the straining erection and aimed the tip towards its mark.

 

This is it.  This is really going to happen.

 

There was a moment of resistance as the blunt head pressed against the tight muscle and then suddenly it yielded, and Trowa was inside.  Holy shit, was he inside.  The unicorn slowly sank down until his ass was flush against Trowa’s groin.  It was so much hotter and tighter than Quatre’s mouth had been.  His hands clutched pale thighs spasmodically as he moaned through gritted teeth at the intensity of this new sensation.

 

“Easy love, breathe,” Quatre cooed. 

 

A cool hand smoothed the bangs away from his face and caressed his face in a loving gesture. Trowa opened eyes he hadn’t realized that he had shut and looked up into the unicorn’s bright blue ones.  His face was mere inches from Trowa’s and his expression was one of focused concentration.  And then he began to move.  Trowa couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips.

 

Quatre sat up straight, back arched, and palms resting delicately on Trowa’s chest.  With a hum of utter contentment, his eyes slid shut as he slowly worked himself up and down.  As if some primal instinct took over, Trowa knew to grab on to the unicorn’s firm ass and help the other ride him, thrusting up to meet the downward pull.  The easy pace began to quicken.  Their passion edging them to go faster, push harder.  An animalistic urge he didn’t know he possessed made him sit up and grab the blonde around the waist to reverse their positions.  With Quatre now underneath him, legs on his shoulders he began to thrust into the other man with abandon.  He was sure his neighbors could hear the unicorn’s cries of pleasure through the wall, and he didn’t care one bit.  Never in his life had he felt so overcome. 

 

Quatre reached between them to pump his erection.  He must have been close because what seemed like only a few seconds later Trowa felt the inner walls clamp around his dick as the unicorn’s release splashed, hot across his chest and stomach.  It was all it took to send him spiraling over the edge, yelling into his own mind-blanking orgasm. 

 

The unicorn reached up and brushed his fingers through Trowa’s sweaty bangs.  He was smiling up at the other boy when he regained his senses.  “Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah,” Trowa huffed as he tried to catch his breath.  His heart was beating like it wanted to break through his ribcage.  They were still joined together, sweaty and sticky, but neither of them seemed to keen on moving just yet.  He leaned down and tenderly touched his lips to Quatre’s.  “Thank you,” he whispered.

 

“Mmmm…you are very welcome,” the unicorn replied stretching his arms over his head.  “That was amazing.”       

 

Trowa slowly withdrew his softening member from the other and rolled to lay beside him.  “I could fall asleep right now.”

 

“No, don’t!” Quatre said as he sat up.  “We should take a quick shower before everything gets dried out and crusty.”  He practically vaulted over Trowa’s prone body and picked up one of the towels he left near the bed.  He wiped down his stomach and in between his legs before leaning over and doing the same to the brunette.  “Come on, lazy bones.  Let’s get cleaned up.”

 

With a groan, Trowa complied with the order and stood on shaky legs to follow Quatre into the bathroom.  They didn’t linger too long, only washing what was necessary.  While they were drying off, Trowa’s stomach growled loudly.  The clock on the wall said it was well after nine o’clock.  No wonder he was starving.  He pulled on his robe and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat.  Quatre followed suit and put on his own, shimmering robe and sat down at the dinette table to watch Trowa in the kitchen.  A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting in a companionable silence eating leftover spaghetti as if they hadn’t just been fucking a few minutes ago. 

 

While spinning a mouthful of pasta around his fork, Trowa broke the silence. “I thought I would feel different after.  I feel great, don’t get me wrong, but not different in a world-shattering way.  It was over so quickly.”

 

“You sound disappointed,” Quatre replied.

 

“No, I guess I just spent so much time building it up and being worried I would be bad at it.  Silly, right?”

 

The blonde shook his head.  “Not at all.  It only gets better with time.  But you are right, there are people out there that do place a lot of emphasis on the physical expression of love through sex.  And there are some who only want the physical side and not the love.  I want you to be happy with who you choose to share this with, and I am deeply honored you chose me to be with you for the first time.”  He reached out and squeezed Trowa’s hand where it rested on the tabletop to further show his affection.  “And don’t worry, you were very good.”  He patted gently before withdrawing.

 

That was both shocking and refreshing to hear.  He hoped the unicorn wasn’t just saying that to be nice.  Though the memory of Quatre wailing through his orgasm was not a sound he would ever forget and knowing he was the one who precipitated it was a small matter of pride.  He did still have some lingering questions though and now was as good a time to ask as any.  “What is it like…to have someone inside?” he said around another mouthful of food.

 

With a smile, the unicorn sucked in a long piece of spaghetti ala Lady and the Tramp.  He was so much like a little kid sometimes.  “Wonderful,” he said with a blissful shiver.  “Would you like to give it a try?”

 

Trowa looked at him aghast.  “Now?”

 

“No better time than the present.” Quatre said as he stood up and offered his hand.

 

Trowa wiped his mouth on a napkin, placed his hand in Quatre’s and let himself, once again, be led into the bedroom.  When inside, the unicorn helped him out of his robe and instructed him to lie down on the bed.  “I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” he mused out loud while he waited for the other man.

 

“Why?  I have great stamina,” Quatre said with a wink as he settled between Trowa’s legs with the jar of coconut oil.  He guided the brunette to bend his knees and spread his thighs as much as he comfortably could to allow him better access. 

 

This time around, Trowa didn’t feel as embarrassed at the position he was currently in.  He felt completely at ease with what they were about to do, though there was still some apprehension at the possibility there might be pain.  He trusted Quatre to make it as easy for him as possible, but the fear of the unknown was lingering in the back of his mind. 

 

The unicorn licked the inside of Trowa’s right thigh at the juncture near his ball sac.  “Remember to relax.  That is key.”

 

Trowa could feel the other’s breath on his groin.  It got the blood flowing back to his dick which began to perk up.  Quatre gently sucked a testicle into his mouth, rolled it on his tongue a bit and then did the same with the other.  All the while his hands massaged Trowa’s inner thigh muscles.  The brunette felt his body becoming more pliable and his breathing calmer.  So blissed out on the ministrations, when the unicorn finally moved his mouth onto his cock, he barely felt the finger enter him until it was all the way in.  He immediately tensed at the realization.

 

“Easy, relax,” Quatre soothed. 

 

Trowa did his best to breathe through the mild discomfort.  It was strange at first, but as the blonde slowly moved his finger in and out of him, he began to get accustomed to it.  When a second finger was added, he groaned at the stretch, but it wasn’t painful.  His erection wilted a bit and he again tried to control his breathing to stay loose.  Quatre scissored his fingers open on each withdrawal trying to get unaccustomed muscles to obey, but when he found the magic spot, Trowa’s whole body spasmed.  It almost felt like he was ejaculating without ejaculating. 

 

“Wha…what was that?” he gasped. 

 

“You mean this?” the unicorn asked and rubbed that spot again.

 

Trowa’s eyes rolled back in his head with another groan of pleasure.  His erection suddenly became very interested in things once again.  He went from near flaccid to rock hard in a matter of seconds.  It became very clear at that moment why anal sex was so enjoyable.  He had watched his share of porn before and had heard others wax poetic about stimulating the prostate, but it was all theory up until a few seconds ago.  Firsthand experience paled in comparison to whatever he thought it would actually feel like. 

 

“Ready to move on?” Quatre asked.  His fingers slowed but did not withdraw. 

 

It took Trowa a few seconds to process that he had just been asked a question as he stared blindly up at ceiling.  “Uh, yeah, I think so.” 

 

The mattress shifted as the unicorn-turned-human sat up and suddenly hauled Trowa up by his hips so that Quatre could maneuver his knees under his ass to act like a wedge.  With his legs spread wide, encircling the other man, Trowa felt completely exposed at the more extreme angle. 

 

“Try to relax and remember to breathe.  I will take it slowly, but if you are tense, it may cause pain and I don’t want to hurt you.”  The unicorn rubbed little circles over the jut of Trowa’s hip bones with his thumbs, coaxing as much of the anticipation out of the younger man as he could.

 

Trowa nodded.  He didn’t trust his voice not to come out as a petrified squeak.  He watched Quatre apply a generous amount of oil to his dripping erection and was reminded just how big his cock was.  A wave of apprehension crashed over him and he doubted he was going to be able to take all of him in.  He took a few deep, calming breaths as the unicorn began to push the blunt head of his penis against his entrance.  The pressure increased and the tight ring of muscle began to yield and then, all at once, it gave and the tip was inside.  Trowa gasped loudly and squeezed his eyes shut.  The sudden intensity of the stretch was uncomfortable.

 

“Breathe, love, breathe.  You’re doing so well,” The blonde bent down and peppered Trowa’s forehead with featherlight kisses.  When he pushed in a little further, the other boy let out a yelp of pain.  He curled his hand to cup the back of Trowa’s neck, thumb brushing along the jawline.  “It’s okay.  It’s okay.  Open your eyes, Trowa.  Look at me.”

 

Green eyes pried themselves open.  Quatre looked down on him with concern while he panted through the pain.  The unicorn was completely still, letting the other adjust to the intrusion.  When he felt the inner muscles relax, Quatre pressed a little more of himself inside.  This went on until he was finally fully seated inside the brunette.

 

It felt like his entire body was spasming around the unicorn’s cock, like his brain short-circuited trying to process these new sensations.  Every nerve was on fire from the overwhelming intensity.  The sharp pain was slowly dulling to a heated throb.  This was nothing like when he was inside Quatre.  The feeling of fullness, the pressure inside against his prostate, he felt like he was going to lose all sanity to it.  He realized that he was holding on to Quatre’s forearms with bruising force as he started to come back to himself.  He loosened his grip but did not let go. The unicorn didn’t seem to mind and took it as a sign to pull out a little and push back in. 

 

“Oh…oh,” Trowa gasped when the unicorn did it again.  The pain was fading and in its place was the smooth drag of that huge cock as it slid in and out.

 

The unicorn kept a lazy pace so the other boy could fully adjust. He covered the boy’s mouth with sloppy kisses as a distraction to help in this process. When he felt the remaining tension was finally gone, he began to put more force behind the thrusts.

 

It wasn’t long before Trowa was nearly sobbing with pleasure.  He didn’t think he could handle much more of this.  He threw his arms around Quatre’s shoulders and held on for dear life. His erection, now pressed between their bodies, created a dueling point of ecstasy. He now understood why Quatre had been trembling. His own body felt like a tuning fork. He never imagined it would feel this intense. “Quatre, I can’t…I’m not going to last much longer.”       

 

Quatre pulled back, rearing up on his knees and grabbed Trowa by the waist so that only his shoulders remained on the bed. The room was filled with the sounds of ragged breathing and flesh slapping together as the unicorn drove into the other boy with relentless force.  Trowa’s sobs became all out screams as his orgasm raged through him and he came, dick untouched, all over his stomach.  Quatre fucked him through it until he too, succumbed a few strokes later and emptied himself into Trowa with a few jerking thrusts.  

 

“Oh, my love that was divine,” Quatre proclaimed as he crashed down on top of Trowa.  They two laid like that for a while, gulping in air, trying to recover their wits. 

 

“Ugh, get off me.  You’re heavy.”  Trowa pushed at the unicorn’s shoulder until he reluctantly rolled off.

 

Propping himself up on one elbow, Quatre looked down at his student. “So, how was that?”

 

“I’m not sure I can form complete sentences yet,” Trowa said while he tried to calm his pulse.

 

The unicorn grinned. “That’s how you know you did it right.”

 

“I didn’t think it was possible to come without jerking off.  I think my mind is still a little blown that that happened.”  His eyes tracked over to Quatre’s who gave him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

 

“That’s because my technique is flawless, but don’t get disappointed.  That probably won’t happen every time.”  If he were a bird, Quatre’s chest feathers would have puffed up with pride.

 

“My neighbors probably think someone was being murdered in here.”

 

The unicorn waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that.  No one heard a thing.”  When Trowa gave him a question look, he added, “Magical being, remember?”

 

“Of course. How could I forget?”   And with that, he willed his body to get up so he could get cleaned up. Even though he wasn’t, he felt covered head to toe in semen and turned inside out.  Sex was surprisingly messy. A bit of genuine unicorn jizz dribbled down his inner thigh when he stood.  If Trowa thought his legs felt weak before, they were made of Jello now. Quatre was there beside him to help guide him back into the shower for the third time tonight and then tuck him into bed when they were finished.  He had not felt this exhausted in a long time.

 

Just as he was drifting off to sleep with Quatre curled up next to him, head resting comfortably on his chest, Trowa felt the gentle vibration of the unicorn humming quietly in the dark room.  He didn’t recognize the melody, but his inner child smiled at the lullaby as he slipped away and into dreams.

 

He awoke an indeterminate amount of time later to Quatre gently shaking him.  He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand to discover it was nearly five in the morning.  It was still dark outside, but dawn was imminent.  “What’s going on?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

 

Quatre had a funny little smile on his face.  His eyes sparkled in the low light.  “It’s time, Trowa.  Time for me to go.”   

 

In the grand scheme of things, Trowa knew in the back of his head that this day would eventually come, but now that it was here, it still shocked him to hear those words.  He wasn’t a virgin anymore.  Of course, the unicorn would have to move on.  There was a tightness in his chest that indicated strong feelings at this revelation, but it wasn’t sorrow.  It leaned more towards a sort of resignation or acceptance that he wasn’t going to be able to change the outcome even if he had wanted to.  He nodded his head and got out of the bed.  He threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt while the unicorn donned his shimmering silver robe.  The two lingered in the bathroom for a few minutes while Trowa combed Quatre’s long mane of hair one last time.  

 

When they stepped out onto the city street, it was as eerily quiet as it was the night Trowa brought Quatre home from the park.  He suspected it was the unicorn’s doing, but it could also just be the hour.  The first rays of sunlight were just breaking on the horizon.  They walked hand in hand all the way there as if they were the last people in this entire city.  Trowa’s ass was pleasantly sore.  A tender reminder of what they’d gotten up to the night before.  The park entrance loomed up ahead of them and Trowa looked down Quatre.  This was really going to be the last time he would see him.  Despite all the different ways the blonde had annoyed him, he was going to miss him.  He had grown accustomed to the other man always being there.

 

They walked back to the same area where they first met that fateful night.  The small grove of trees at the bottom of a low hill looked so much different in the daytime.  The sky was now a vibrant shade of orange-pink.  Dawn had come.

 

Quatre turned to him then, his big blue eyes glassy with tears.  “Thank you.  I will always cherish my time with you.”  He reached up and pulled the brunette into a big hug.  “Know you are loved, Trowa.  Know that you are worthy of love.  Let your heart sing and you will find someone who will love your song.”

 

Trowa felt the tears welling up in his eyes.  “Thank you for everything,” he whispered.  “I’m never going to see you again, will I?”

 

Quatre pulled back and reached up to wipe the other boy’s tears away with his thumb.  A pale pink starburst had begun to appear on his forehead.  “No, you won’t, but know that I will always be looking out for you even if you won’t know I’m there.  I like to check in on all my special cases from time to time.”   He paused for a moment to collect himself before taking a step back to create some distance between them.  “Goodbye, Trowa Barton.  May all your days be filled with love and laughter.”

 

There was a brief shimmer of bright light and just like that, Quatre stood before him, once again, in all his four-legged glory.  The noble beast stood radiant, spiral horn glinting against the first golden rays of sunshine.  Oh, how Trowa longed to reach out and stroke that beautiful hide, but he knew he shouldn’t.  The unicorn bowed its head to him one last time before turning and galloping towards the hill and into the cover of trees.  He lingered for a few minutes hoping to catch one last glimpse before giving up and heading home.  He walked into an empty apartment for the first time in nearly two months and surprisingly he didn’t feel too bad about it.

 

The rest of the summer seemed to fly by and before he knew it, classes had started back up.  His aunt and uncle came in from Connecticut to help celebrate his twenty-first birthday at the end of September.  They remarked on how much happier he seemed.  And he was happy.  Still alone, but happy.  Not long after, a boy in his Business Law class seemed to take notice of this new attitude as well.  His name was Adam, and he was just as shy and quiet as Trowa.  The two hit it off immediately.  They never went all the way, just hand and mouth stuff.  Trowa was a little apprehensive about the first time after his First Time.  But eventually the two of them came to mutual agreement that there just wasn’t that spark of magic between them, and they should perhaps remain friends.  Normally this was code for “I’m just not into you and have no intentions of any further relationship” but that didn’t prove correct.  Their physical relationship blossomed into a true and close friendship that they both hold dear to this day. 

 

Occasionally he would find a random, impossibly long strand of blonde hair on a couch cushion or t-shirt and his thoughts would drift back to Quatre and wonder what he was up to.  He missed the unicorn’s almost child-like wonder at the most seemingly mundane things.  Sometimes it was a bit hard to reconcile that side of him with the absolute sex beast he also was, so he didn’t delve too deep into it.  That was for the best…for everyone.   

 

Trowa hadn’t heard from or even seen Duo since that day in the elevator until near the end of October.  In his mailbox one day, there was a flyer and an invitation to Duo’s photography showcase being held in early December.  He hemmed and hawed for a few days before deciding that he should go.  He briefly thought about bringing Adam for moral support, but in the end, he decided that he needed to face the other man on his own.

 

Despite his incessant need to be punctual, Trowa forced himself to arrive an hour after the start of Duo’s showcase.  It was being held at a small art gallery in SoHo, so he didn’t want to be the only one there when he confronted Duo.  He was pleasantly surprised when he arrived, as the place was nearly packed to capacity.  It seemed Duo’s work had quite the following.  So, he busied himself walking around looking at the various displays.  He recognized a few of the pictures from the test prints Duo had taped to the wall in his apartment.  Some of them had been blown up into huge, wall covering murals, while others were much smaller, but grouped together with other pictures to create a collection of images.  Trowa took his time wandering around and taking it all in until he rounded a corner and came face to face with the picture of himself nearly the size of a movie poster.  He hated to admit it, but it really was a nice picture, and the large size only made it more flattering.  He couldn’t remember if the original one he saw was black and white, but he liked that it softened the image, made it feel more artsy.  Of course, it was at this moment that Duo chose to appear at his side as if he materialized out of nowhere. 

 

“Hey,” the long-haired man said sounding uncharacteristically nervous.  “I’m so glad you made it.  Did Quatre come with you?”

 

Trowa winced a little at the mention of the unicorn’s name. “No, he went back home a few weeks ago.” 

 

“Back to the hippie commune?”

 

Trowa couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him and Duo visibly relaxed.  His smile seemed more genuine.  “Something like that.”  He had forgotten how mesmerizing the other man’s indigo-colored eyes were.  The bright lights of the gallery as well as the royal purple shirt he was wearing made them even more vibrant.  The awkward silence that followed was agony.  Trowa had thought about what he was going to say for days, but now, with the man actually in front of him, he came up empty.

 

Duo, thankfully, was not so encumbered.  “I know this isn’t the best place to talk about this,” he began, taking a step closer so that he didn’t have to pitch his voice as much over the background music the gallery had playing.  “But I really owe you an apology.  I should have been upfront with you about the whole Marco thing.  I am truly sorry that I led you on like that…truly.  I’ve wanted to come by and see you so many times, but I always chickened out.  I figured you probably slam the door in my face, or at least Quatre would if he didn’t claw my eyes out first.” 

 

“No, not you.  Marco on the other hand…” Trowa replied, and Duo chuckled at the dramatic way he had trailed off. 

 

“Yeah, he sure was angry that day.”   Another uncomfortable pause and Duo took a deep breath before meeting Trowa’s eyes again.  “I did end it with Marco.  Like for good.  He won’t be coming around ever again.  I guess I was just so scared of being alone, so I stayed in a bad relationship rather than having no relationship at all.  It was just so…comfortable.  Make sense?”

 

The taller man nodded.  It did make sense.  Trowa had spent so much time wishing for companionship that he couldn’t say with any certainty that he would not have held onto a toxic relationship just to avoid being alone.  He hoped he wouldn’t, at least.  Duo continued, “I just felt like you should know that.  It wasn’t because of anything you did.”

 

Trowa placed his hand gently on the shorter man’s shoulder. Duo was being sincere with his admission, and he wanted to convey his understanding, but at the same time he didn’t want to come across as desperate. “I get it, Duo.  Are you telling me this because you want to see if there can be something between us?”

 

Before he could answer, a very well-dressed older woman ran up to Duo and snagged him by the elbow.  She apologized for the interruption, but there was someone that Duo absolutely had to speak with.  Before allowing himself to be dragged off, he asked Trowa not to leave and that there was an after party where they could speak more.  Trowa wasn’t really a party person, but something told him to make the exception this time, so he hung around.  It wasn’t all so bad.  He ran into Ted and Karen so at least he had someone to talk to until he could speak with Duo.  When the man of the hour finally had a chance to sit down with him it was after mid-night, and he looked exhausted.  Trowa offered to meet up with him the next day, but Duo was insistent they speak right then and there.  Duo dragged them to the small hallway just outside the restrooms of the gallery where there were less people.  He confessed that he would love to see where their relationship could go but would understand if Trowa didn’t trust him.  Trowa just leaned down and placed a firm, but chaste kiss on his lips as his answer.  The two agreed to take things slowly and see where they went. 

 

In the beginning, they went on actual dates to the movies or to a show before that evolved into hanging out at each other’s apartments after about a month.  It was cheaper and just easier, especially during the week.  Three months in they were making out pretty heavily, but still mostly staying on their best behavior.  They were so good, that Trowa didn’t find out about Duo’s Calvin and Hobbes tattoo on his upper left arm until he had to change shirts when Trowa accidentally spilled his drink all over him.  They lasted another week before hand and blow jobs were added to their repertoire and then after that, Trowa realized they were just torturing themselves and they made love for the first time.  It was awkward and clumsy.  Duo’s hair got everywhere and without Quatre’s magic, they were positive their neighbors heard everything.   But it was absolutely perfect.  The two of them learned to make room in their hearts for each other as much as learned to make room in their bodies.  Not long after, Trowa took Duo to the north shore of Long Island to “meet” his parents at the cemetery where they were buried.  Finally telling him about the accident was the last obstacle Trowa felt he needed to get over.  No more secrets between them.  No more letting the past dictate the future.

 

One random evening, Duo came up behind Trowa while he was making dinner and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist.  He rested his head between Trowa’s shoulder blades and softly whispered, “I love you so much.”   Just like that, completely out of the blue.  It had been hanging in the air between them for a while, but Trowa was too scared to vocalize it out of fear of jinxing it.  Duo threw it out there so effortlessly and there was no doubt that he meant it.  Trowa had waited a lifetime to hear those words.  He broke down right there in the kitchen, overcome with happiness mixed with a healthy dose of relief.  He loved Duo too, so much that the intensity of it scared him at times. 

 

After about a year, Duo’s career really began to skyrocket, and he was called away to do shoots for magazines in far off places.  In the beginning, Trowa didn’t mind so much.  It gave him time to concentrate on finishing out his law degree and studying for the Bar exam.  After graduation, he landed a very lucrative job with a well-known firm practicing Contract Law.  It wasn’t the most glamorous of the law professions, but it appealed to Trowa’s meticulous and detail-oriented mind.  He was never going to be Atticus Finch, so this was the better option.  It was around this time they decided paying for two apartments was silly, so they took the next huge step and moved in together.  With their combined income, they were able to afford a swanky little place on Central Park West.  Trowa liked being able to look over the park from their living room window.  Secretly, he hoped that he might catch a glimpse of Quatre on one of his adventures. 

 

They hit a rough patch about four years in.  Duo’s travels seemed to take him away for longer periods of time and Trowa, in a moment of insecurity, began to worry that Duo was cheating on him.  He had no proof and Duo never acted as if he was hiding something, but Trowa started to panic that everything was too good to be true.  It was all going to come crashing down around him at any time.  It also didn’t help that Marco came sniffing around again.  Duo sent the other man off again, but it tweaked the irrational side of Trowa’s lizard brain. The two of them had huge blow out fights over it.  Duo just couldn’t understand why he was being accused of something he didn’t and would never do.  He never fully understood just how deep Trowa’s fear of abandonment went.  It nearly became a self-fulfilling prophecy as Duo’s anger at the lack of trust caused him to walk out and stay with Karen and Ted for a few days. It took Adam meeting with him in secret to break it down for him to finally get it.  Duo went home and they talked it out through tears and several bottles of wine.  Trowa agreed to start seeing a therapist again to help him work on his issues.

 

Around the eight-year mark, Duo’s popularity in the photography world garnered the attention of a very well-known German industrial-metal band who wanted him to take pictures for their upcoming spread in Rolling Stone magazine as well as accompany them on the last leg of their US tour.  They wanted photos to use for the live album and concert book they were releasing later in the year.  Duo jumped at the chance.  During the final week of shows, Trowa joined them on tour.  While he was out in front of the stage snapping off pictures on night, Duo caught a glimpse of Trowa on the side of the stage absolutely rocking out to the music, not a worry about what anyone else thought.  He had no idea his lover was a closet metalhead.  Something connected right then as if all the gears of his life suddenly clicked into place.  He realized that he had everything he could ever want in life.  The wanderlust that had been a staple of his younger days was gone; he was content.  He had someone by his side who he loved more than life itself.  A lover, who he liked to think he influenced greatly, finally came into his own and showed the world he was a beautiful and conscientious person.  After the show, right there is the parking lot amidst the tour buses and roadies hauling equipment, Duo asked Trowa to marry him, and Trowa happily accepted.  Members of the metal band even came to the wedding.

 

They decided to spend their honeymoon lounging on the beach in Costa Rica.  It was as magical as they hoped it would be.  The sunsets were the most amazing they had ever seen.  Purples, oranges, and reds stretched across the horizon for an eternity.  One evening, they went back to their room to discover someone had left a small carton of ice cream on their doorstep. 

 

“Ooh, the fancy stuff,” Duo said as he picked it up.  “Damn, it’s vanilla.  Our mystery gift giver could have at least given us a more exotic flavor.”

 

Trowa looked over his husband’s shoulder.  The carton had an iridescent silver bow on top with a little card that had the word “Congratulations” written in beautiful, flowing script.  The color of the bow reminded him of that strange robe that Quatre used to wear.  He spun around when the realization hit him, wildly looking in all directions before catching a flash of white-blonde hair as it disappeared around the corner. 

 

“Whoever it was, must have just left it.  It hasn’t gone soft in the slightest-“ Duo broke off as he realized what Trowa was doing.  “What is it?”

 

“Uh, nothing.  I just thought I saw someone.”  He smiled down at his husband.  If felt good to refer to the other man as that.  He put his arm around Duo’s shoulders and guided him into their room.  “Let’s eat it before it melts.”

 

And so, this is where our story ends.  Did they live happily ever after?  No, but they lived, and for the most part, they found happiness together.  In the end, isn’t that all we can ever really wish for?   

 

The End     

 

I can't believe it took twenty years to finish this story, but it is finally done.  Thank you for taking this journey with me.