I Am His Rock, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

I Am His Rock

By: Mido-Sama

"Quatre-" Trowa took the blonde into his arms. "Shh." The boy was asleep, long asleep- but tears burned into the perfect face. A night mare. Trowa rocked softly, apprehensive of the boys reaction to such a touch. "Shh." He repeated, Trowa wiped away a few of the many tears and brushed the locks of hair out of Quatre eyes, all the while soothing him. Quatres tears had not stopped, but his breathing became more regular, and safe. Trowa leaned back against the wall of the hide out. He had been awaken about an hour ago by a loud thud, when he entered Quatres room he saw that the blonde was weeping. "No more tears." He whispered. Trowa brought Quatre closer to his chest as the boy seemed to stir from sleep.

"Trowa?" Quatre breathed in the scent and tried to define the firm embrace that surrounded him.

"Yes." Trowa confirmed. The brunette wasn't sure how Quatre would take awakening in his arms, and braced himself for rejection. Quatre didn't say a word. . "Do you always have night mares?" Quatre now let out of Trowas embrace, why was he there in the first place.

"Often." Quatre answered shuffling his hair. "Why are you here?" The blonde was always forward. Now he was- he didn't know. He liked the feel of Trowas arms around him, he liked being rocked, he liked Trowa. But he never expected it, never thought the boy could feel the same for him. Every time he became close to someone they died. And in this war- it was more likely to happen. Attachment was not needed.

Trowa looked deeply at him. "I didn't want you to cry." He paused. "I thought I could stop you from- I am sorry Quatre." Trowa stood, knowing it was better for him to just leave without speech.

"No." Quatre yelped suddenly, he took Trowas hand. "Dont go." Quatre urged Trowa to sit with him again. Trowa complied, hesitantly he lowered back against the floor. "Can-" Quatre paused, he would take the risk. "Can you hold me again?" Trowas apprehension diminished. He sat firmly to the wall and opened his arms to take Quatre in.

"Of course." Quatre knelt into Trowas embrace and buried his head into the boys shoulder. He cried. As much as he didn't want to, he cried. Quatres body shook with each sob, and Trowa traced soothing patterns into the boys back, rocking and playing with the thick blonde hair. ::He can cry:: Trowa thought. ::As long as I am his rock:: And he would be, from that moment on, Quatre would never need anything beside the firm embrace, warming touch, and love, that was Trowa.

~Owari~

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~Mido-Sama