Lion and the Lamb

by DeityOfDeath

Quatre and Trowa get into trouble.

1. Default Chapter

Title: Lion and the Lamb
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: 3x4. 4x3
Category: Drama, romance
Rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Maybe.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Rape
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Gundam Wing or it's chars. They are property of Bandai and a few other major companies.

Lion and the Lamb Chapter 1: The Lamb

When had I fallen so in love with this boy? This boy who appreciated life like myself and yet had to kill to protect it. We had met a few years ago. When we had met I had been younger than I am now. I had been an innocent fourteen year old and he was a few months my senior. He was quiet and reserved and made me feel young. I was mature in my own right but not when compared to him.
He stood in front of me, his soft brunette hair blowing in the desert breeze. His bangs covering his right emerald eye brushed his cheek in a light caress like that of a lover. Who was he? Did I really know him? I knew he was a Gundam pilot and that he like the rest of us, had experienced hardships. He was soo...tall. He could easily carry my weight. He was well muscled and very flexible. I wanted to explore just how flexible he could be, but I would never tell him that. I was thought to be the innocent one. The one with little or no knowledge of anything sexual. I would love to see their expressions if they heard or saw half the things that cross my mind.
He turned to look at me, almost as if he had read my thoughts. I smiled and looked out across the dunes. The wind had lessened and that meant that we would be on the move again. We had a mission to accomplish. That mission was to destroy Oz's desert base and leave no survivors or surviving information. Usually this was a solitary mission. Somehow I must have been blessed by Allah. Here I was with my wet dream, doing a mission. Although, I'd rather be doing him. That thought caused me to grin wider.
He cleared his throat and I blushed and blinked back into reality.
"Shall we go?"
I nodded and walked over to the tent poles untying them and with the help of some of the maguanacs I began to put away our makeshift shelter. Trowa helped and I tried hard not to get distracted. I heard a chuckle and saw Rashid watching me with idle curiosity. I smiled and continued working. Soon we had everything packed up and put away in our caravan of trucks and we were off and moving again accompanied by maguanac mobile suits. It was a showy precession and sometimes I wanted to leave them behind but the maguanacs had become family to me and the last time I left them behind I got an ear full. Trowa didn't seem to mind them either. I suppose he was used to people. That happens when your in the circus. He performs occasionally as a clown and mostly as a living target for one of the best knife throwers I've ever known. Her name is Catherine Bloom and she is a spunky, gorgeous and outgoing red head. She is very close to Trowa. Like an older sister which I doubt sometimes. But, perhaps I am one of those jealous types.
"Master Quatre, we're a mile from the destination. Shall we set up main base here?"
I nod and frown, "Trowa and I will continue the rest of the way in our Gundam's. If back up is needed I will give you the signal."
Rashid nodded and bowed taking his leave. I hopped down from my seat atop SandRocks leg and make my way to the rope extended in front of his metal chest. It's always tricky getting your leg through that loop but I always make it look easy. If I didn't the other gundam pilots would laugh at me. Especially Duo. I hit the button and I feel the rope being pulled up. My SandRock is a very precious friend to me. I think this every time I enter his cockpit. I fall back into my seat and secure everything before buckling up and switching SandRock on. A vibrating hum floats through the cockpit and I am once again in pilot mode.
I manage my SandRock better than my life, I think. As SandRock stands I see the light filter through the monitors as the tarp falls off in a flutter of motion. I begin walking away from the caravan and head in the direction we were given for Oz.'s base. My screen beeps and opens with an image of HeavyArms walking not to far behind me. I smile and click the screen so that it is minimized. It's nice to know he's there.
My screen beeps again and this time it pops up showing about eight enemy mobile suits approaching at a fast speed. They couldn't have noticed our presence. Cloaking devices aren't that easy to read through. That leaves two possibilities.
"It seems that we've been lored into a trap," says that soft emotionless voice.
"It seems that way. I'm guessing the doctors had no idea it was trap. I'm guessing someone is feeding our network false information."
We charge into battle and I feel almost sad as we do. Why? Maybe I simply miss being normal or perhaps I just hate killing people who know no better. Or perhaps I am just melancholy at the thought that he has to kill and has been killing since he was around eight. Sometimes I see that lost child in his eyes. Sometimes...
"Quatre, watch out!"
I felt something slam into me. Had I been carelessly daydreaming again? I had no time to dwell on it. I swung my scimitars and sliced the mobile suit beside me in half and quickly swerved to the side to slice yet another in half and then turning to slice the head off another. When I dodged out of the way of another the first three exploded sending shrapnel and glass flying into the sand. The desert is a wonderful place to have a battle. Within days all the debris and corpses will be covered by the ever shifting sands. The suit in front of me is persistent and the pilot must be of decent quality because he is defending himself well. I felt a second slam and my sensors began to beep incessantly again. I couldn't shake the one on my back and the one in front of me at the same time. I was in trouble. That's when I saw the second raid of mobile suits.
"04, we should retreat."
"I agree, 03."
I threw one of my scimitars, landing it right in the middle of the first mobile suits center causing it to stumble backwards and then explode. I then took the chance to drop to the ground. That took the mobile suit behind me by surprise and enabled me to slip his suits grasp. I turned and used my last scimitar to slice it in half. I was already ten paces away before it exploded. I looked back to make sure Trowa was in tow and was more than happy to see him following. We had managed to make it beck to the maguanacs and luckily we hadn't been followed. I was grumpy and most like so would Trowa. I parked SandRock and sat there a moment or two. Why had I been so stupid back there? I listened to the murmur of talking and sighed. I opened the cockpit and used the rope to make my way down. I was surprised to see Trowa standing there waiting.
I smiled and he just looked at me. Truthfully, if he had smiled I would have probably lost it right there and tackled him to the ground. But then again, maybe not.
when I touched the ground I stumbled slightly and he caught me gently by the arm. If I were like Duo, I might have "glomped" him or made a sexual comment or innuendo. But I'm not Duo and sometimes I thank Allah for that. That boy has more on his plate than any normal human could handle. Heero Yuy is one thing with his serious demeanor and stoic behavior but then you add in Chang Wufei with his mood constantly changing, his sense of justice and then add in both of their hang ups and sex drives and you have one poor overworked pilot. But then again perhaps Duo deserved them. I mean, the boy really should be in ritalin.
"Shall we take a walk?"
Trowa nods and I walk right next to him along the dunes as Rashid and the others pack up their entourage with quick efficiency. We only had a short time but the time we had we should use. The bright sun was almost setting beyond the horizon, leaving us with two hours or more before we would have to think of plan.
"What would you say to an under cover mission?"
I looked over at him and pursed my lips, "I think I have an idea. We could have Rashid and some of the villagers help us."
Trowa looked thoughtful and I decided to add to my thought, "None of them would be in any trouble of course. We'd just use them as our Trojan horse if you will."
"Sounds like a plan."

Okay, this is embarrassing. It's one thing to need a cover to do our mission but I really didn't want to step outside in this. I really don't want Trowa to see me like this. The material is itchy and airy and I really didn't want to know what these girls were doing to my face. I felt something hard pass over my lower eye lid and I had to blink to keep from tearing up. I felt light brushes feather over my face and chest and when I saw that tube I knew what to expect. I felt it glide over my lips and then I felt something lightly placed on top of my head and then pinned there.
"Come, Lord Quatre," said a whispering girl with bright green eyes.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, because you shame all of us with your beauty."
"When the emerald eyed one sees you he won't know who you are," said a sweet girl with long wavy black hair and brown eyes.
I sighed and stood up, I walked on slippered feet until I faced a long mirror. I looked head on and had to hide my surprise. My pale turquoise eyes were stunning with the lacy material of same color mixed with silver. Somehow I looked feminine. A thin chiffon and lace skirt trailed down my legs and almost to my ankles. The slits up the sides left room for leg movement and also left a very uncomfortable breeze. Then there were the realistic looking breasts filling the cups of the tops. I had to promise not to lose tomorrow's dinner of rice. If the first parts of the outfit were fooling me then with the rest on, Trowa would definitely be fooled. I looked over my face with the eye mascara, lavender eye shadow and deep red lips and almost had to laugh. I resembled my mother. If that picture my father used to keep on his desk was any indication of how she looked then I was a spitting image. I watched as the young women finished bobby pinning a vail ornament to my hair along with the hair extensions and saw her even more in my reflection. I regret not having known her. They placed a lavender vail over my face and then buckled wrist bells and coin bracelets onto my wrists while another young woman did the same to my ankles. I was handed a long scarf which I wrapped around my shoulders and then I took two more scarves which I attached to my wrists.

"Do you know any of the traditional dances, Lord Quatre?"
At that I blushed, "I know a few."
The brown eyed one laughed, "So does my brother, Lord Quatre. It happens when one boy grows up in a house full of women."
I smiled and did a quick twirl to make sure everything was in place before stepping outside.
Outside I saw a group of musicians huddled together, with them Trowa. I also saw a group of belly dancers who smiled and waved to me. I smiled and waved back sashaying my way over to them. somewhere in the group of musicians stood Rashid who watched over us like a father eagle. He didn't seem to recognize me either which in a way I was grateful for. Small miracles as always. I just had to hope that no one hit on me. Okay, I wouldn't mind if Trowa hit on me. We were all accounted for silently and our precession loaded into wagons and hopped onto Arabian steeds and camels of the finest breed. We made our way quickly to the base located a town away in the time it took for the night stars to appear. I was grateful for the dark curtain of night. I feared Trowa seeing me like this and yet part of me hoped he would.
Upon our arrival we were all searched, except the women. One guard was quoted as saying, "There isn't enough there to hide their bodies let alone a weapon."
I was glad he had a sexist attitude. You could always count on some things and unfortunately sexist pigs were one of them. Of course I had a weapon. I had three of them strategically hidden on my person and so did a few of the other women. Plus, scimitars were traditional props used in some dances.
I watched the musicians go into the building first and then shortly after we were allowed to follow. Unfortunately a few of the guards had taken a liking to me. Ewwwww... Flirting Oz soldiers can be gross. Unlike Duo, I can't pull off the interested flirt that he can. So I played shy new comer which works just as well and in front of you they act like perfect gentlemen. It's when your gone you have to worry. Some men have filthy minds. We walked down a long white hallway past many doors, most marked personal only and the rest with special card key activated locks. Easy peasy.
We came to a large room that reminded me of ball room and in this room sat many Oz soldiers and big wigs as well as Alliance soldiers and their big wigs. What surprised me most was a certain platinum blonde sitting in the corner. I smiled prettily and joined the other girls smiling and giggling. We quieted down as an older man stepped into the center of the room and began to talk to the crowd about how they were great and how they should celebrate themselves and pat themselves on the back and how the world is a better place with them in it and I would vomit if he stayed up there longer. Luckily he introduced us and then stepped down. They all clapped and our musicians made their way to the center and set themselves up comfortably and began to tune their instruments.
Brown eyes leaned in and whispered, "We shall dance in honor to a few of the simple ones you mentioned earlier and then we shall let your friend do his job while you dance a solo."
I nodded slightly nervously as she continued, "You shall dance the sword dance and then while we're making our get away you may begin your mission."
I smiled and nodded and followed them into the middle of the room. I watched as Trowa played the flute and the others joined in and then the group of us together flowed in a feathery dance resembling flames flickering in the wind. I wasn't certain, but I was pretty sure that for a moment Trowa's flute was out of tune. Perhaps he had noticed the extra dancer. I grinned and moved my hips more sensually.
When the dance ended a few dancers left and then we started a new song. Every time we did a new dance another set of dancers would leave. Soon the only ones left were brown eyes, green eyes and myself. A few of the musicians had left, saying they had cargo to start putting away. I saw no sign of Trowa and was pretty sure he had already started his mission, weapon in hand thanks to my fellow dancers. I must have been lost in the dance and thought because I was surprised when the song ended. I was just about out of breath when I was handed a glass of water. I smiled brightly at the face of the kind solider who brought it to me. That solider was none other than Zechs Marquise.
I slipped the glass under the vail and sipped gingerly before handing him the glass back and bowing gently.
He smiled leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Be careful little one. It would be a shame for you to hurt yourself."
"I thank you for your worry and kind words sir. I was about to walk away when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him. He smelled of Blue Water. A very interesting cologne. Before I could react, he leaned down and moved my vail out of the way planting his lips against mine. I opened my mouth to say something scathing and that only gave him the opportunity he wanted. He slipped his tongue through my mouth and pressed his lips harder against mine. I struggled slightly, not wanting to bring attention to myself if there was any left that wasn't already on us.
He broke the kiss and softly smoothed the vail back into place. I had this sudden urge to bloody his lips that were now smeared with red lipstick but instead I smiled and took his napkin from his suit pocket and held it out to him.
"We wouldn't want sir running around with rouge lips, would we? Especially since his lips are far lovelier than mine."
"I wouldn't want to lose the memory of your lips along with the lipstick, so I shall keep this as a reminder," he said as he used it to wipe away the lipstick. He then smiled sweetly and folded the napkin and placed it in an inner pocket.
I really wanted to kick him now. I really wanted to. I wish I could. I would have loved to use a scimitar to cut off a few things. He wouldn't miss them. Really.
I smiled and walked away scathing mad. I saw the look on brown eyes face and it held something between pity and laughter. I really wanted to end this night. Green eyes held out two scimitars and when I took them and let them hang blade down at my sides she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "good luck."
The last musicians were three in number and all older men. They started playing and I smiled and danced on stage, doing intricate swirls and maneuvers with both swords that I'd only done using SandRock before. The applause along with "oohs" and "aahhs" flowed around me as I danced and about half way into it the alarm went off. Generals and soldiers alike jumped up and started running around. I took the opportunity and ran over to a table of soldiers and swung the blades in my hand, slicing necks, arms and faces. I had managed to take down three soldiers with every swing and more so as I ran along the panicking soldiers. Unfortunately Zechs had already left.
I made my way through the crowd, cutting here and there until I finally made my way outside. There next to where our caravan had been stood a white Arabian stallion. Next to him had stood a black stallion which was now gone. Trowa must be out already. I jumped up on the stallions back and rode off in the direction of our home base.
I had almost made it out of the town before I was jumped by a group of Oz soldiers. I was thrown to the ground and then lifted off of my feet and held between two men.
"Were you trying to leave us pretty?"
"I only wanted to escape the fighting. So many were killed."
"Bring the pretty one to the quarter prisons. Mr. Marquise would like to have her questioned."
"So does that mean that Commander Diez has the other one?"
"Other one? Oh, you mean the emerald eyed boy?"
"Yeah, that's the one!"
"Yes, Commander Diez has a thing for pretty boys."
"Be grateful that your a girl, Pretty. Zechs is a better lover than the commander."
No! Not Trowa. I needed to get out of here! I need to free Trowa! We need to leave this place! I wiggled and tried to free myself. I shook my head and that's when it occurred to me. I shook my head and struggled until my vail and head band feel with it. The soldiers struggled as they carried me and I just kept struggling until finally the extensions fell off my head. The soldiers stopped and looked down at the ground.
"What the hell?"
The tallest of the group grabbed me by my actual hair and pulled so that I was standing on my own and on my tip toes to avoid the pain. He looked into my face and lowered his fist a little but not letting go of my hair.
"It looks like we have another pretty boy."
"No shit?"
I stood there with my mouth closed and observed.
"Let's take him to Zechs anyway. I'm pretty sure that Zechs would love to have him anyway."
"Wait a minute! Isn't Zechs straight?"
"I've heard through the rumor mill that he and Trieze were an item."
The three laughed causing me to shiver.
"Isn't his excellency visiting tonight as well?"
I felt the smack rock my body before I felt the pain. Stars danced in my vision and when I tried to struggle a second smack hit. That was all and then the darkness took me.

To Be Continued...

Dedicated to my friend Lyss who wanted a 3x4 and 4x3 fic.