Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Total Eclipse of the Heart ❯ One-Shot

Title: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Author:Suonymona (formerly Jillypuff)

Series: Shin Kudosenkai Gundam Wing

Pairings: Trowa/Quatre

Warnings: Angst, yaoi, lemon, songfic, possible spoilers for series

Archive: My site, Mediaminer.Org, and whoever else wants it.

Notes: Let's see…ok, this fic is my first purely GW fic, my first songfic, and my first real lemon fic. Hopefully it turned out all right anyway. It's not a happy piece, so be warned! Please forgive me if Trowa came out hopelessly OOC. He's very hard for me to write well.

Feedback: Please! My address is jillypuff@lycos.com. Both fuzzies and flames are appreciated.

Disclaimers: GW belongs to Bandai, not me. Likewise, the song "Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler is not mine either. This story is mine, and while I don't mind people borrowing it, please tell me first.

Quatre lay down on his bed and sighed. His life had been bouncing around so rapidly lately, it was almost impossible to just get a chance to sit down and think. Now he was on Peacemillion, with only Miss Noin and the amnesiac Trowa for company.

Trowa…he thought sadly.

//Turn around…

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round.//

Had it really been only a few months ago he had met up with the pilot of HeavyArms? It seemed like so much longer. Then again, he had fallen for the mysterious young boy as soon Trowa had walked out from his Gundam with his arms in the air.

When he'd met up with Trowa again in San Francisco, he'd gathered up the courage to tell the older teen how he felt. To his surprise, Trowa admitted to having a crush on the blond Arabian as well. They had stayed up all night, sharing stories about their lives before the war. Just before they fell asleep, Trowa had stolen a quick kiss from him, one of the few bright spots in the dreariness of the war.

And I repaid him so wonderfully, didn't I? he thought sarcastically. Blowing up his mobile suit and leaving him for dead…yeah, I can really see how he'll want to see me after this. Assuming he ever gets his memory back…Tears trickled down his face at the thought of all he'd done to Trowa.

//Turn around…

Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears.//

A restless Trowa roamed the halls of Peacemillion, not knowing what it was he was searching for. He almost walked right past Quatre's door, before noticing it was slightly ajar. Curious, the teen looked in and saw the gentle pilot silently weeping, his tears making trails down his face before forming a damp spot on the sheets below.

I wonder what's wrong with him? Trowa thought, then wondered why he cared. He'd been trying to figure out why the smaller boy mattered at all to him, but couldn't come up with any memories that were helpful. Just a few vague ones about a truck, and a hotel, and a kiss…

He watched Quatre silently. Not that he blamed himself for kissing the beautiful Arabian. With those sparkling turquoise eyes, that alabaster skin, that hair like spun platinum…He smiled ever so slightly. No, he didn't blame himself at all.

Coming to a decision, Trowa slipped into the room and walked towards the blond. He stopped at the foot of the bed and laid one hand on Quatre's shoulder, causing him to almost fall off the bed from shock.

//Turn around…

Every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry.//

"Who's there?" Quatre asked shakily. His eyes settled upon the Latin teen in front of him, and he relaxed. "Oh, hey Trowa. Is something the matter?" he inquired, his voice still not quite steady.

"I came in to ask you the same question," Trowa replied calmly, his arms crossed against his chest. The blond blushed and averted his eyes.

"It's nothing," he mumbled. "I just…" He fell silent and looked at Trowa, the misery evident in his eyes.

//Turn around…

Every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in your eyes…//

"Just what?" Trowa prompted the blond.

"Just…dear Allah, Trowa, how can you forgive me for what I did to you?" Quatre burst out. "You almost died because of me, and now you have amnesia! And it's all my fault…" he trailed off, looking incredibly guilty and upset.

Fingers reached down and touched Quatre's lips to shush him. The startled pilot looked up to see Trowa holding a hand to his mouth, looking faintly amused. He shook his head slightly at the young teen.

"Quatre, you talk too much." With this said, Trowa swooped down and captured the blond's lips with his own.

//Turn around bright eyes…

Every now and then I fall apart…//

Quatre's eyes went wide and he let out a small gasp as Trowa plundered his mouth. This wasn't anything like the kiss Trowa and he had shared in San Francisco. That one had been gentle and sweet, while this one was rough and passionate…and what was Trowa doing with his tongue?! Quatre nearly jumped a foot in the air as Trowa's tongue invaded his mouth and started caressing every part of it. The blond blushed and shyly licked Trowa's tongue with his own. Trowa smiled slightly and pushed Quatre backwards onto the bed.

//Turn around bright eyes…

Every now and then I fall apart,//

Trowa could feel the smile creep upon his face as he maneuvered Quatre back onto the bed. His hands moved upwards to swiftly unbutton the Arabian's vest and shirt, and then pulled them off to expose Quatre's lithe form. Trowa then took his mouth from Quatre's and moved it to one of the blond's nipples.

Quatre gasped again, then moaned as the new sensations flowed through his body. His hands moved of their own accord to tangle themselves in Trowa's thick brown hair, trying to hold his head in place. Trowa, however, refused to cooperate as he began to kiss a line down Quatre's stomach, causing Quatre to shiver with anticipation.

//And I need you now tonight.

And I need you more than ever.//

Quatre tossed and turned beneath Trowa, his thoughts getting more and more disjointed as he felt Trowa's mouth creep lower and lower on his torso. After what seemed an eternity, the Latin pilot finally reached the belt of Quatre's khakis. The blond felt nimble hands unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, brushing against his inner thighs in the process. Quatre shivered again, knowing what would come next.

Trowa leaned up and gave Quatre another quick savage kiss, and then moved back down and pulled off Quatre's briefs with one swift tug. The Arabian's erection stood straight and tall, with a few drops of fluid glistening at the tip. Trowa placed one finger at the head, wiping the fluid onto his finger and tasting it as if it were some rare delicacy. Then, after holding out for a few more weighted seconds, Trowa finally placed his lips upon Quatre's shaft.

//And if you'll only hold me tight,

We'll be holding on forever.//

Trowa winced slightly as Quatre's hands, still entangled in his hair, made a desperate attempt to pull his scalp clean off his head, but he continued to focus on the beautiful prize that was softly thrusting into his mouth. He placed his hands on Quatre's hips, holding the younger boy down, and was rewarded with a quiet whimper and a desperate glance from stormy aquamarine eyes. The green-eyed boy nodded once in acknowledgement, and began to run his tongue along the underside of the organ, up to the plum-shaped tip and back down again. Quatre's whimpers changed to soft cries of pleasure, and his grip on Trowa's hair let up.

Trowa continued his ministrations for a few minutes, until he felt Quatre's stomach muscles tensing, warning him what was about to come. Before the boy could find his release, however, Trowa removed his mouth from Quatre, eliciting a cry of confusion from the blond. Trowa shook his head in slight amusement and placed his hand once more on Quatre's lips.

"Hush, little one," he whispered. "We're coming up on the best part." The blond relaxed slightly, training curious and lustful eyes on Trowa. The brunette smiled and began to search for an appropriate lubricant to help him enter Quatre.

//And we'll only be making it right,

Cause we'll never be wrong,//

Trowa's eyes wandered around the room, finally settling on a cabinet. The young pilot walked over and opened it, revealing Quatre's prized violin. He picked up the rosin meant for the bow in a brief moment of consideration, but rejected it as being too chalky and solid. Trowa continued to look through the cabinet, until he found a flute buried in the back. The amnesiac froze for a moment, as a memory came flooding into his mind…

He and Quatre were playing a duet, with himself on the flute and Quatre on the violin. The blond smiled at him once they were done, and complimented his performance. The Gundam pilot wanted nothing more then to hold the sweet boy in his arms, and tell him how much he valued his opinion, and Quatre himself…

The teenager shook his head, and the memory disappeared as fast as it had come. He didn't need to be burdened with it at the moment, seeing as he had more important matters at hand. Trowa picked up the bottle of oil meant to polish the instrument and headed back to the bed, ready to finish what he had started.

//Together we can take it to the end of the line,

Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time.//

Quatre looked up at Trowa as the Latin boy returned to the bed with the oil. The blond wrinkled his nose in confusion for a moment, then blushed like mad as he realized just what it was that Trowa intended on doing with that bottle. The Arabian looked Trowa straight in the eyes and nodded, giving him permission to continue.

Trowa pushed the little blond gently backwards, exposing to him Quatre's tight entrance, nestled deep between the smooth contours of his ass cheeks. The quiet young man poured a few drops of oil on his finger, then slowly moved it to the tiny pucker and slid it in. He could hear Quatre's sharp intake of breath, but the blond didn't say a word. Trowa took this as a sign to continue, moving a second and then a third finger in. He made small scissoring motions with the digits, trying to stretch Quatre as much as possible. The Arabian moaned softly, and his hands reached down to tug at Trowa's bang once more. The Latin teen looked up into Quatre's desperate stare.

"Trowa…" the boy managed to moan. "Please, finish it!"

//I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark,

We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks.//

The amnesiatic boy nodded, his own needs quickly becoming overwhelming. He removed his fingers from Quatre and practically tore his clothing off, exposing his muscular body to Quatre's appreciative gaze. Trowa picked the bottle back up and squeezed more oil into his palm. He placed his hands on his own aching member and relieved his tension slightly as he covered the organ with lubrication. Once it was completely covered, Trowa turned his sights back to Quatre, who was squirming frantically on the bed, silently pleading for release.

Trowa moved himself between the blond's legs, which wrapped around him and attempted to pull him closer. The Latino grabbed Quatre's shoulders and braced himself as he pushed in with one sharp thrust. Both boys gasped at the contact.

//I really need you tonight,

Forever's gonna start tonight,//

Trowa quickly regained control of himself and began pumping into Quatre's form. The Arabian whimpered, lost in a mixture of pleasure and pain. As much as he loved being with Trowa like this, he did wish his beloved would be gentler…

Quatre's chain of thought was suddenly snapped as Trowa changed angles and brushed up against a certain spot inside of him that made him see stars. The blond moaned wantonly and thrust his hips backwards onto Trowa's length. This caused Trowa to growl deep in his throat and reach one hand down between them to Quatre's erection, which he started pumping in rhythm with his thrusting arousal.

The combination of Trowa's hand and member was too much for Quatre, and he climaxed with a loud cry. His muscles clamped down tightly around his lover, and Trowa came with a soft sigh deep inside Quatre. The pair remained like that for a moment, until Trowa pulled out of the blond and rolled over, sweaty and exhausted.

Quatre smiled tenderly at the other teen. "Good night, my Trowa," he whispered. "I love you." The blond wrapped his arms around Trowa and held him tight.

But Trowa was already asleep.

//Forever's gonna start tonight…//

A few hours later, Trowa stirred, only to find himself in a strange room with someone's arms wrapped around him. He blinked in confusion, then managed to focus enough to recognize Quatre's blond head resting on his chest. The Latino's lips quirked slightly upwards, and he ran his fingers through Quatre's fine hair.

"Te amo, mi pequeñito," he whispered softly, gently laying a kiss on Quatre's forehead as the little one began to stir. [1]

Suddenly, all the night's events caught up with him at once like a splash of cold water, almost taking his breath away. What the hell do you think you're doing, idiot? he scolded himself internally. You don't jump in bed with someone just because of a few vague memories, let alone claim to love him! How could I be so foolish? The teen quickly stood, pulling on his clothes just as Quatre fully awakened.

//Once upon a time I was falling in love,

But now I'm only falling apart.//

"Trowa?" Quatre murmured, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He spotted his beloved pulling his turtleneck on over his head. The Arabian smiled and got out of the bed. "Where are you going? It's two o'clock in the morning, silly."

"I noticed," came Trowa's voice from behind the sweater. His head came up out of the neck hole and he shot Quatre a cool glance. "I was heading back to my room."

Quatre frowned uncomprehendingly. "Why are you going there-Oh! You need to get your clothes and bring them here. Stupid me." He smiled sweetly and wrapped his arms around Trowa's waist. "Need any help?"

The pilot of Heavyarms frowned and pushed his fellow pilot's arms away. "Actually, I was heading back there to sleep." He gazed pointedly at the blond. "Alone."

The boy blinked wide aquamarine eyes at him. "Trowa, I don't understand…"

//There's nothing I can do,

A total eclipse of the heart.//

The Latin stared icily at the troubled Quatre. "What's so difficult to get? We had a nice time, but that was it. Now, I'm going to get some sleep." He started towards the door. Quatre, desperate to stop him from leaving, grabbed his wrist. Trowa sighed slightly and turned to face him. "Yes?"

"But…but…you said you loved me…" the blond whispered forlornly. "I heard you when I was waking up. You called me little one…" He trailed off, staring into Trowa's eyes, clinging valiantly to his last scrap of hope.

Trowa stared back at the boy, ignoring the small voice in his head that was screaming for him to take the small blond in his arms and cradle him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

//Once upon a time there was light in my life,

But now there's only love in the dark.//

Quatre just stared at him for one last moment. Trowa could see that last bit of hope dissolve in the little one's eyes. Slowly, Quatre gave up his grip on Trowa's wrist and turned his back. "Just go," he whispered.

The Latin boy hesitated, not knowing what it was he wanted to say. "Quatre…" He flailed around for something to say, and managed to come up with what was to him the least important thing. "What about our missions?"

The Arabian laughed bitterly. "Don't worry, Trowa. The mission comes first. I won't let this little…incident interfere." He paused. "Now, if that's all, will you please leave?"

Trowa lingered for a minute more, still wanting to fling himself at Quatre's feet and beg for his forgiveness. But his common sense and reason won out, and he left the room, leaving Quatre by himself.

//Nothing I can say,

A total eclipse of the heart…//

Trowa headed straight back to his room, where he lay down on his bed. He undressed down to his boxers, his mind still stuck on thoughts of Quatre. The teen shook his head quickly, attempting to clear his mind of all thoughts concerning the Arabian. It's over and done with, he told himself sternly. You had some fun, and that's all. He needs to accept it and move on. It was no big deal.

He sighed and rolled over. If it's no big deal, then why do I feel like I just made the biggest mistake of my life?

//Turn around bright eyes…//

***

As soon as Trowa left, Quatre collapsed backwards onto the bed, weeping hysterically. Idiot! he screamed at himself. How could you think he'd ever love you? How could you believe that you were worthy of his love for even a minute… He let out a choked sob. I should have known he'd never love me.

The blond buried his face in the comforter, still weeping despite having quieted down. The tears rolled off his face, landing on his bedding onto the sheets still damp from earlier crying. Quatre sat there, softly sobbing, until he finally fell into sleep's blessed embrace.

//Turn around bright eyes…//

~Owari~

[1] "I love you, my little one." At least, that's what my dictionary said. Please forgive me if I screwed up. I know almost no Spanish.

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