Dark, So Dark
Sutoomu
Here is the second chapter of Dark, So Dark. /sniffles/ I only got one review for this story so far. Which means...
ANISSA32 IS MY FAVORITE REVIEWER IN THE WORLD NOW! Because she reviewed the first chapter when no one else would...
Anyhoo, now that my mourning and thanking is done, on with the second chapter. Maybe more people will read and like it once it gets a few more chapters. Please review!
Quatre woke to Trowa's scent, a very pleasant feeling. He sighed and put his arm around his love, trying to get closer. Trowa murmured and shifted, then opened his visible eye and blinked groggily at Quatre, who stared back, his own eyes fogged still with dreams.
"Good morning, little one," Trowa said softly.
"Mhm," was all Quatre could say back as he snuggled. Trowa bit back a huge grin.
"You look so cute when you do that," he murmured into Quatre's fluffed up hair. "Almost too cute for me to stand..."
"Mmm," Quatre replied, tilting his head up while straightening. He caught Trowa unaware quickly with a short yet sultry kiss. Just enough to tempt him, Quatre thought as he blocked his mouth away teasingly in Trowa's shirt. When he peeked, he saw Trowa pouting sadly, and he came up out of guilt. Trowa suddenly grinned maniacally, the grin Quatre associated with 'he's-up-to-something-sneaky', and he started as Trowa grabbed his mouth deeply with his own. Quatre automatically returned the passion, letting Trowa's tongue enter his mouth for a second, then broke off and retreated to the far side of the bed, giggling in enjoyment at teasing his koi.
"Ah-ha, now you get what you deserve," Trowa cackled playfully. "The wrath of Tro-chan be upon you."
Quatre's eyes widened in horror. "No, Trowa, please! Please don't aha-hah-aha!" Quatre burst out laughing uncontrollably as Trowa's fingers mercilessly attacked his sides. "Tro-wah-haha-ha! Sto-hahah-stop!" Quatre somehow managed to twist and wriggle until he was at the end of the bed, then fell to the floor with a 'thump', still laughing and gasping for breath. Trowa peeked over the edge of the bed for a moment, mischief sparkling in his green eyes, then rolled off the bed to land beside Quatre.
"Shall you submit, or must I continue the torture?" he asked in a booming voice, fingers poised.
"No," Quatre gasped. "I submit, I submit! No more torture!"
"Music to my ears, little one," Trowa whispered. He trailed his kisses down Quatre's neck and shoulders. He met Quatre's lips with his own, the touch burning of love and desire as his hand moved down to Quatre's hip. Quatre moaned through Trowa's lips as Trowa's hand slowly moved inward, finally reaching inbetween his thighs. Quatre's hands reached up and pulled Trowa on top of him, pressing hard into him and tasting Trowa's mouth with his tongue.
"Hey, lovebirds!" A fist pounded on the door, accompanied by Wufei's voice. "Bacon and waffles are ready downstairs! And don't stay up here and waste it! I went to a great trouble making it..." He was still grumbling as his steps headed away.
"Damn Wufei," Trowa swore, and Quatre frowned at him. Trowa quickly apologized, knowing how Quatre hated cursing. He moved from on top of him and took Quatre's hand in his own, staring lovingly at Quatre's smooth face.
"Trowa," Quatre said quietly as they lay on the floor, Trowa stroking his hair.
"Yes, koi?"
"I'm hungry." Trowa couldn't help but smile, which caused Quatre to smile happily as well. Trowa stood and offered Quatre a hand, which he took gladly. Quatre got to his feet and then fell back to his knees as his legs buckled under him.
"Quatre?" Trowa knelt beside him, eyes filled with sudden worry.
"I'm fine," Quatre said quickly. "Just a little winded from Tro-chan's wrath." He grinned and used Trowa's shoulder to stand. Immediately, the room spun and he went down again.
"No, you're not fine," Trowa stated with a frown.
"I'm just a little tired and dizzy, Trowa," Quatre argued. "I'm hungry, more, though." He sighed. "So, just take me downstairs now so I can eat." Quatre waved a hand absently at Trowa. Trowa rolled his eyes and scooped the arabian up.
"As you command, Master," he said, heading out the door.
"Trowa," Quatre said as they descended the stairs. "I feel like taking a nice long bath after breakfast with a certain someone. A nice, long bath." Trowa clicked his tongue and chuckled, and Quatre smirked knowingly.
OOOOO
Wufei left Trowa and Quatre's door and walked down the hall to Heero and Duo's room. He listened first, to check if they were awake, then proceeded to pound on the door as he heard nothing. "Breakfast, and hurry up!" he yelled, then suddenly retreated as he heard a yell, a loud crash, and a groan of pain.
"Heero, I'm so sorry!" he heard Duo exclaim, before hearing footsteps echo towards the door.
"Duo, you braided baka," Heero called. "Get back here. It wasn't your fault!
'What's this?' Wufei thought, smirking. 'The great Yuy not blaming it on Duo?' A moment in history. And his death sentence is he didn't vanish. He quickly slipped back downstairs to check on his bacon.
OOOOO
Duo stared warily at Heero. "Not my fault?" he asked. "You're not gonna kill me?"
"No," Heero drew out the word. "Why would I do that?"
Duo pouted. "You're always threatening to kill me. 'Omae o korosu' and all that."
"Baka," Heeo said, stretching out an arm. "Come here." Duo obliged and willingly took in Heero's kiss.
"Come on, 'Ro," Duo murmured. "Let's get breakfast before Quatre gets there."
"Good point," Heero agreed, and they dressed and headed downstairs to the smell of slightly burnt bacon, toasty waffles, coffee, and the sound of Wufei cursing.
"Damn onna stove," he muttered.
Duo chuckled and took Heero's hand, pulling him to him, and Heero didn't pull away like he sometimes did. Duo sat down, reluctantly giving up his koi's hand for another love, waffles! Of course, any food was loved by Duo. He continued to coat his waffles in butter and syrup until it became horribly mushy. He speared his first bite with his fork, then stopped with it halfway to his mouth.
"Quatre?" Duo looked in alarm at Quatre in Trowa's arms, his fork dropping with a clatter onto his plate. "Are you alright?"
"He's being stubborn," Trowa stated, depositing him in a chair with a sour look on his face.
"I'm fine," Quatre insisted. "I'm just a little tired and dizzy. It'll pass after I eat. I don't know why, but I'm famished."
Duo was glad Quatre hadn't said starving, or he would've automatically argued with him. None of them knew what truly being 'starving' was except him, and he hated it when people used the term so lightly. He remembered his waffles and picked up his fork, putting the soft waffles into his mouth.
"Should you be up?" Heero asked. "You looked pretty bad last night."
"I'm fine," Quatre said adamantly, reaching a hand out for a waffle. He paused, staring at his outstretched hand. After a small moment, the rest stared at it too, following the surprised arabian's look. His hand was trembling, ever so slightly, but definitely noticable.
"Quatre...," Trowa began
"No!" Quatre set his jaw and spoke with more command and rebellion than they had ever heard before. "I'm going to eat and take a bath! Then, and only then, I'll go to bed." They all stared at him in surprise as he stubbornly grabbed three waffles and dug in, thirstily drinking chocolate milk from the carton between bites.
"I guess that settles that!" Duo laughed, enjoying his own food. He considered stealing the chocolate milk away, then decided on a better target. He took the apple from Heero's hand, bit out a chunk, and replaced it a split second later, all as it was on its way to Heero's mouth. Heero blinked at the bitten apple in his hand, then hit the back of Duo's head, hard. The Deathscythe pilot winced but grinned.
They ate, Duo chattering on and on about this and that, unable to stand silence for very long. Finally, Trowa managed to carry a protesting Quatre back upstairs for a cool bath. The other three sat at the table, Wufei scanning the newspaper, Duo talking, and Heero responding every now and then with a grunt. They all silenced, though two were already basically silent, and listened as a sudden bang came from upstairs, followed by a shriek form Quatre. They were all half out of their seats to go and investigate the cause when they heard Quatre's voice.
"No, Trowa! Don't drop me, aah!" It was quiet for a moment, then was a softer thump, along with loud splashes. "Hey! No fair!" Silence, interupted by footsteps. "Trowa! Don't leave me! Tro-wah!"
Trowa appeared at the doorway a moment later, and they took in his appearance with amusement. His shoulders, neck, and face were soaking wet, water dripping from his nose and hair. he walked through the kitchen and into the laundry room, coming back a moment later with two fresh towels in his arms, indicating they had run out. Quatre whined his name again loudly and Duo snickered as Trowa left, rolling his eyes.
"Looks like they're having fun," Wufei smirked.
OOOOO
Quatre pushed his head further into the soft downy pillow. He sighed, then automatically reached up a hand to stop Trowa from getting in beside him. "You have things to do, Tro," he explained at Trowa's confused look. "You don't have to sit and watch me constantly. It's just sleeping, and you don't need any extra sleep, and I know you planned to work on Heavyarms today." Trowa scowled and Quatre knew he didn't like it. He continued. "I'll be right in here, sleeping, just sleeping. And Wufei will be reading or meditating, and Duo'll be watching TV, and Heero will be his usual paranoid self. As long as he's in the house, I'm sure I won't die or anything. Heavyarms sustained heavy damage on the last mission, I know. You have to fix it right away. Please, koi?" Trowa stared for the longest time before relenting with a sigh. He kissed Quatre deeply before slowly leaving.
Immediately, the room seemed to grow cold, as though a fire had gone out when Trowa left. Quatre shrugged the feeling off and enjoyed being clean and in fresh pajamas and in a cool bed. It was much better than sitting in a cold tub with his clothes still on and plastered to him. Trowa had no right to drop him in the tub just because Quatre had gotten him a little wet. No right at all. Quatre couldn't help laughing at the thought, though. Trowa silently fuming, hair dripping. He burrowed deeper and relaxed, willing sleep to come.
'Dark, so dark.'
Rough hands throw him in, and he slides across the floor painfully, scraping his legs. He stands up and runs to the door, which slams shut and locks before he reaches it. He pounds on it, screaming. 'No! Let me out! Please, please, let me out! The door doesn't open and he slides down it, sobbing and crying in the dark. 'Don't leave me alone...please.' He begs silently now, trembling with sobs and fear. The cold is seeping through his thin clothes as he cries against the heavy steel door.
They will come! He knows they will. They always come, come to hurt him. He withdraws from the door into the middle of the room, tucking his knees under his chin and wrapping his arms around himself. He is all alone in the cold and dark, all alone. Alone,a nd they will come and hurt him, again. Again and again and again...he does the only thing he can think of. He sings. It is a lullaby someone sang to him once...he can't remember who. He can't remember anything anymore, not since the pearl fluid is put in his blood. But it is nice and comforting, the lullaby.
He feels something tug at his mind and sings louder. He has to drown them out, shut them up, overwhelm them. 'Keep the whispers away. Away, away, away!' They go louder, so he goes louder, too, singing with all his might inbetween his sobs. It hurts still. 'It still hurts...they're hurting me.' He sings, crying from the pain.
'Dark, so dark.'
Well, what did youthink? This is one of the first fics where I've gotten bolder in writing intimate scenes...slowly, but surely, I become a yaoi freak! Heheh! Please review!
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