Warnings: Sounen-ai/yaoi, fluffy fluff fluff
Current Pairings: 1x2, 4+3, 4x5, 4x5+3, mentions of past 4x2
Here's another shot.
Enjoy~
fjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfj
Beyond Perfection
fjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfjfj
The morning light poured into the small bed room and landed harshly on the sleeping figure curled up on the bed. Feeling the bright rays hitting his face, sleepy violet eyes cracked open only to instantly close again as he grunted at the slight pain.
"Damnit... Who said the sun could get up this early..." Duo moaned as he rolled over in bed. But instead of feeling the warm body that usually slept next to him, Duo found himself lying in an empty place on the mattress.
His eyes shot open and he looked around almost frantically, his heart picking up its pace. 'No.. He didn't leave without telling me again...' he thought quickly.
Before panic set in, his eyes finally settled on the hunched over figure at the small desk that was in the room. Duo's worrying mind came to a screeching halt as he let out a deep sigh of relief.
That crisis averted, Duo sat up in bed and stretched out languidly before he pulled the sheet off of his nude body. "Heero, what the hell are you doing up now? It's not even nine yet and you're already working?" he asked in a groan as he got up from the bed and walked the short distance to where his lover was working.
Heero's eyes didn't move away from scanning over the files that he had just recently accessed, but his stiff shoulders did relax when he felt a pair of strong hands begin to rub and massage them firmly. "That woman foreman last night..."
"Oh thinking about another woman now, huh?" Duo quipped as he leaned forward and began kissing at the back of Heero's neck. "Don't tell me I'm that bad in bed that I turned you straight." he chuckled as he moved to nibble at the stoic pilot's left ear.
That comment made a small smile slip across Heero's lips, and the gentle contact was effectively distracting him. "Let's just say, if you had been as good in your gundam as you are in bed, we would have won the war a hell of a lot quicker."
Duo laughed and wrapped his arms around Heero's shoulders. "Heero! I'm proud of you! You're finally getting a sense of humor!" He then looked at the laptop screen and the various information that his lover seemed fixated on. "So what are you working on?"
"Just trying to do a background search on that woman that seemed to be running things. So far nothing of interest has really popped up. I'm wondering if she may just be a front that someone else is working behind." Heero replied as his fingers began typing away once more.
"Yeah, she didn't seem the international arms dealer type to me." Duo admitted when he remember the pristine pale blue suit the Norwegian woman had been sporting. "Think the guys at HQ were able to track her down?"
"I haven't received any word from Noin on it. She only said that we should take the next couple of days to recoup before we head for the airport. Une already gave permission for it..." Heero trailed off as he read over the files to see if he had missed anything.
"That was nice. I know I sure as hell wouldn't mind a few more days to rest. My muscles are still killing me." Duo mused as he began reading over the files as well.
Heero quirked up a brow and glanced at the person reading over his shoulder. "You didn't say anything about that last night."
A wide grin formed on Duo's face. "Why do you think I'm sore?" he purred before moving in to nip at his lover's lower lip.
Allowing a faint smirk to tug at his own lips, Heero shook his head and continued to go through the personnel records he had found. "Other than that, how do you feel?"
"I'm good. I was just exhausted since we moved in right after my turn doing surveillance. A couple more days being lazy, and I'll be caught up with my sleep." Duo nuzzled against the soft hair at Heero's temple and tightened his arms around the broad shoulders. "How bout you? I know you said you weren't hurt, but..."
"I'm fine, Duo. I didn't even get a scratch." Heero stated as he place his hand over Duo's arm to calm him. "Besides, Quatre and Wufei to the brunt of it when they were covering us. We should check on them."
Duo nodded, but something still kept nagging at his mind. "We should ask Q to let us look at his arm. I think he's not being honest with us." he muttered before standing up straight and moving towards the closet for his clothes.
On being reminded of it, the Japanese man closed out the programs he had been using and stood to his feet as well. "Yes... He tends to lie about that."
Duo dug through the small closet and pulled out a pair of blue jean pants. He tossed them to Heero before he grabbed his own black jeans and began to tug them on. "Yeah... I love the guy, but he's gotten really bad about that kind of thing. I'm wondering if he does it so Wu won't pitch a fit, or if he doesn't like showing pain."
"He probably doesn't want us to worry." Heero readily answered as he pulled on his jeans. He knew well that Quatre had no problem showing or sharing his pain. It was only when the people around him were injured as well did the blonde push his needs aside.
"Well his not wanting me to worry is making me worry. I'd say he's up by now, I smell something cooking." Duo added, which was quickly followed by the loud rumbling of his stomach.
"Is food all you ever think about?" Heero asked sarcastically as he located one of his old green tanktops. He didn't wear them often anymore. Only when he didn't feel like finding anything else.
The American had to think for a moment as he grabbed the brush from the night stand and began brushing out the tangles from his long hair. "Let's see here... Food... Food... Explosives... Food... Hot Heero sex... And.. Food." he managed to count out on his fingers.
Rolling his eyes, Heero moved for their door. "Nice to know I made your top five at least." he snorted before stepping out.
"Oh come on, Heero!" Duo whined and he chased after his lover. "Not my fault that good food is better than sex. It's just one of those things!"
Heero let out an annoyed grunt as he followed the hall to that lead into the small kitchen. When Duo clung to him, still prattling about how much he still loved him, Heero had to fight off a smirk. He secretly enjoyed acting put off just so Duo would make a scene trying to get back on his good side. It may have been a bit manipulative, but the warm body trying to wrap around him made him not really care.
On entering the kitchen, Duo was still clinging to him, whining about something unintelligible, but their focus shifted when they saw the blonde fully dressed and cooking up a storm. Even though his left arm was now in a makeshift sling, it didn't stop Quatre from being able to work on at least ten different things at once.
As he was pulling out the crisp bread from the toaster, he glanced over his shoulder and smiled at his two team mates as they entered the kitchen. "Hey guys! I'm glad you're up. I need some help with the omelets, and the table needs to be set." He said as he placed the toast on a plate already piled with the browned bread and took it to the table that was in the center of the small kitchen.
Without question, Duo took over the omelets and Heero began to set the table. Even Heero's stomach began to growl when he smelled the food being cooked. "Are Trowa and Wufei still asleep?" Heero asked as he set the plates out.
"Wufei's asleep, but Trowa went out earlier this morning to get some supplies. He should be back soon." Quatre answered lightly. Thoughts of the previous night still made him smile, but when they returned to the apartment, Trowa took up his place on the livingroom couch after he had helped place Wufei to bed.
'It's a work in progress...' he mused to himself while rummaging through the cabinets for a jar of honey.
Seeing the jar on the top shelf, he reached up for it. Normally he would have been able to with no effort, but the motion made his injured arm lightly bump into the cabinet door. A pain shot through him that made his teeth clench tightly. For a moment he couldn't force the air out of his lungs, holding his breath to lock away the cry that wanted to escape.
At first the pair assisting didn't notice, but Duo caught sight of Quatre gripping at the white cloth of his sling tightly as he took a stumbling step back. Quickly taking the finished omelet off the hot stove eye, Duo turned his attention towards his friend. "You okay, Q?" he asked, moving closer to check on him.
Quatre nodded and took a deep shuddering breath as he attempted to ignore the pain. "Yeah... I'm fine..." he grunted out only to bite at his lip hard when another twinge made his voice crack.
Seeing through the obvious lie, Duo motioned for Heero to come closer. "Q, sit down and let Heero take a look at you." he said firmly. He knew it had to be bad when the blonde's resistance to being ushered towards one of the chairs at the table was weak at best.
"Duo, I said I'm fine." Quatre insisted, but was silenced as he was forced to sit down.
Ignoring the blonde's complaints, Heero moved closer to him and barely touched his left shoulder. The way it earned a sharp hiss of pain immediately had Heero frowning. Having a suspicion of what was wrong, Heero moved over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife that Quatre had been using earlier.
Without warning, Heero began cutting at the shoulder of Quatre's long sleeved shirt the moment he returned to the table. Ignoring the shocked looks on their faces, he made quick work of slicing through the gray fabric without placing pressure on the wounded arm.
When the entire left sleeve was removed, they saw a mass expanse of black. Extensive bruising marred the normally pale shoulder and traveled nearly the entire length of the blonde's arm. On his forearm there was a long scrape that went from his elbow to just belong his wrist that was scabbed over.
"Quatre.. What the hell happened?" Duo asked when he saw how bad the bruising was.
Quatre looked away and bit his lip harder. He didn't want to burden them with this. They were all supposed to be recovering.
But Heero didn't need an answer from the blonde when he recognized the damage. "Your arm was nearly crushed, wasn't it?"
"Yeah.." Quatre whispered.
"But.. When the hell did that happen? Weren't you always with one of us?" Duo said as he kept looking at the dark almost black bruises.
Knowing he couldn't work around it, Quatre let out a deep sigh and looked somberly at his arm. "While we were covering your escape, Wufei and I were separated when that last explosion knocked out the power in that sector. I had stumbled into some kind of room during the aftershocks, and the automatic door closed on my arm."
Violet eyes grew wide in alarm. "Shit.. Quatre.. That.. That could have cut off your arm!"
"The power outage stopped the door from closing all the way..." Heero muttered as he took in the damage done. "Did Wufei help you out?"
"No... Like I said, we were separated, and it was took dark to see. The security detail was still in the area so I didn't risk calling out." Quatre grimaced when another harsh twinge shot through him. He hissed through his teeth and took a deep breath before he continued. "I knew I couldn't wait and risk nerve damage, so I pried it free myself."
Duo stared at his best friend in shock. "You pushed through the night with an injury like that..? Quatre... Why didn't you tell us? One of us could have helped!" he exclaimed, angry that Quatre would keep something like this from him.
Heero was also angry with himself that he didn't know about this sooner. "Duo's right. One of us could have taken over while you ran ahead."
Quatre's own temper was worn thin as the pair continued. He shot them both a glare for a moment before he answered. "It wasn't an option at the time. It was chaos in that place. We couldn't be distracted, so I did what was necessary."
That kind of logic was hard to argue with. They had been so focused on escaping that dropping their concentration to tend to something else probably would have ruined their chances. They barely made it out as it was.
In the end, Heero conceded. "You did the right thing, Quatre. There was too much going on last night to make issue of it. Still, we'll need Sally to check this out. This will more than likely put you out of commission for most active duty along with Wufei for at least three weeks." he pointed out as he discarded the cut sleeve and the knife.
Although he was still a bit pissed, Duo found himself chuckling. "Hey, you won't mind that a bit, will ya? Got yourself some extra Wu-bear time." he teased before having to duck when the blonde chucked a piece of toast at him.
"Haha. You know how Wufei gets when he's injured and can't do anything. Plus I'll never hear the end of it when he finds out about my arm." Quatre groaned as he mentally tried to prepare himself for the lectures that were in his near future.
"What about your arm, Quatre?" Trowa's voice called out followed by the Frenchman himself as he entered the kitchen carrying a large canvas tote bag.
His sharp green eyes instantly zeroed in on the deep bruises on Quatre's arm. Everyone could see his visible eye widen, but no one had the chance to speak as he quickly sat the bag down and moved to kneel in front of the blonde. "So.. This is why you didn't take off your jacket last night..." Trowa muttered as his finger trailed along the discolored arm with a feather soft touch.
Trying hard not to wince away from his touch, Quatre forced out a weary smile. "Yeah.. Wufei would have had a fit, and I didn't want to upset him with his own injuries to think of..." he explained in a tired voice.
"I understand.." Trowa reached over for the bag he had brought in and pulled out a bottle of pills. He then stood to retrieve a glass from the cabinet. After filling the glass with water, he handed the glass to Quatre and gave him two of the pills. "Here, it will help with the pain, but it will make you drowsy in a few hours. I got them so maybe Wufei will be a bit more agreeable this time."
Quatre took the pills gratefully and downed them with most of the water in the glass. "Thanks, Trowa..."
Trowa was about to reply when a strong hand fisted in the collar of his green shirt. He suddenly found himself being pulled down, but he couldn't think of how to react when something warm pressed against his lips. His eyes blinked in alarmed confusion, but all he could see were half lidded aqua looking back at him. A moment later a warm wet touch trailed along his lower lips, and at that Trowa lost any weak resistance he was trying to think of. His right hand moved up and gently tangled on the blonde locks as a soft hum was pulled from him. 'Quatre...'
When the kiss between the two instantly deepened, Duo was staring blankly. The way their lips locked and nibbled at one another soon provoked a wide grin on his face as he immediately wrapped Heero in a tight embrace. "Finally..." was the only thing he mumbled as he watched the pair finally bridge a gap that had lasted ten long years.
Heero made no comment, but there was a pleased smile on his face. That content feeling that he had experienced last night had returned. 'This is right.' he thought while wrapping an arm around his lover.
After a long moment of the sensual contact, Quatre finally released the hold he had on Trowa's shirt and pulled away from the kiss swollen lips. A warm smile erased any lingering pain on his pale face as he reached up and gently caressed the face above him. "Hm.. Better than I imagined." he seemed to purr.
The words seemed to knock Trowa out of some sort of stupor the kiss had left him in. He blinked out of his daze and could only stare at the blonde for a moment before he found his voice. "Quatre... Wh-" He was cut off by a slender finger that was placed to his lips.
"No questions, Trowa." Quatre leaned in to place another feather soft kiss to the still moist lips. "Our lives are too short and unpredictable to waste time giving explanations for everything." he whispered, every word brushing faintly against the heated skin.
His mind was still buzzing with questions, but the soft words seemed to silence them. A gentle smile appeared on Trowa's face as he gave a faint nod. "Agreed.."
Without a moment's thought, Trowa took up the seat on the blonde's right. The moment he sat down Trowa's smile grew larger when he felt Quatre's fingers twine with his own under the table. 'Hm.. That was amazingly simple...' he mused to himself happily.
It was suddenly over. The waiting and watching. The feeling of longing and loneliness. All of it melted away the moment Trowa felt that warm grip tighten on his hand.
Had he been better with emotions, he was certain he would either be weeping for joy or grinning like mad. Instead he settled holding on firmly to the pale hand in his own. The beaming smile it earned from Quatre told him that it was enough.
Although this was a major emotional breakthrough for the pair, Heero nudged the blatantly staring Duo and motioned towards the food still lightly steaming on the stove top. Getting the hint, Duo readily moved to dish out breakfast as Heero quietly sat out the rest of plates and silverware.
Duo had just finished serving out the portions, but, as Heero was pouring coffee for everyone, they all heard a loud thump like something had hit the floor further into the apartment. The sound was immediately followed by a string of loud Chinese curses.
Duo chuckled as he accepted the mug of coffee that Heero handed him. "Sound like Wu's up."
The blonde head was looking towards the noise with a worried frown on his brow. "I better go check on him."
Before Quatre could leave the kitchen, a hand on his right shoulder stopped him. "I'll help you. I got new bandages for him." Trowa said as he retrieved the bag that he had brought in.
Quatre smiled at the gesture and headed for the room he shared with Wufei, Trowa right behind him.
Alone in the kitchen, Duo looked over at his lover and smirked slightly. "Well, that went smoothly."
"Indeed. But I never suspected Quatre would jump in like that." Heero commented as he sipped at his coffee.
"Q's always been full of surprises. I mean he did hook up with Wu. I'm just glad Trowa won't be alone anymore." Now in a good mood, Duo reached out and pulled Heero closer to him. He let his head rest against Heero's shoulder and nipped softly at a delicate ear. "Mm.. After breakfast can we go back to bed, Hee?" he asked, blowing softly into his lover's ear.
Not bothering to hide the chill that ran through him, Heero gently ran his fingers through the curtain of loose hair. "I don't see why not.." he mumbled.
Smiling at the loving attention, Duo nuzzled against Heero for a moment before they separated and sat down to their meal.
fjfjfjfjfj
"Wufei, please calm down... I told you that it's nothing serious."
"Nothing serious?! From what I can see, it looks very serious!"
"Wufei! Please sit down! You're going to hurt yourself!"
"Not until you tell me everything, you bastard!"
"There's no need to yell at me."
"I'll do whatever I want! Don't think that this injury will keep me from kicking your ass, Winner!"
"Good luck doing that with one leg."
"Don't mock me! Get over here!"
Tired of their futile arguing, Duo clamped his hands over his ears in an attempt to block the sound. "God... I can't see how Q can put up with Wu's rants all the time..." Duo groaned.
"He cares for him, Duo." Trowa answered as he looked through the day's newspaper. "I'd say in about ten minutes they'll be cuddling in bed in time for the meds I gave them to fully kick in. That will knock them out for the next few hours." He glanced over at the Japanese man working on his laptop while sitting on the floor. "Any news from Noin?"
Heero snorted softly as he scrolled through the email he had just received. "Yeah. They found that woman. Apparently someone ran her down with a forklift at the shipping yard about 5 hours ago." He shifted his laptop so the pair on the couch could see the photos that were attached to the email.
Duo visibly winced and gave a low whistle. "Damn.. That's brutal. Did they find out who did it?"
"No, but Zechs found out who she was working for. Another team has been assembled and they'll be busting down the ringleader's doors sometime tonight."
"So our involvement is no longer required?" Trowa questioned as he folded up his paper.
"We've been cut loose from this assignment." Heero returned his laptop to its previous position and glanced over the information in the email. "All they need is our reports. The information I was able to send them from the main database was enough to set up all the legal requirements for a public investigation. Une added that since today is Friday, we don't have to have our report finalized until next Tuesday. She'll call if they need a specific account on anything."
"Sweet. I'll crank it out Monday." Duo stated as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.
Trowa snorted softly at the characteristic laziness of his long time friend, but he paused when he noticed something. Or rather a lack of something. "I don't hear those two arguing anymore..."
"Maybe Q finally snapped and smothered that mouthy uke of his with a pillow." Duo offer through a yawn as he lightly scratched at his still exposed stomach. He didn't feel like putting on a shirt.
"Just because I've done that to you a few times doesn't mean that Quatre would, baka." Heero grunted before smacking the bare feet that were too close to his laptop.
Ignoring the American's growl, Trowa sat his paper on the coffee table and stood to his feet. "I'm going to check on them. They're probably asleep from the meds."
"Gonna move in already?" Duo asked with a suggestive grin.
Trowa smirked slightly and shrugged. "Perhaps. I feel a bit daring. May cuddle next to Wufei and see what happens."
Snickering at the possible reactions to that, Duo waved the Frenchman on. "You go right ahead and do that. I want pictures though."
A little huff left Trowa as he turned away. "Go get your own Wu-bear." he scoffed as he disappeared down the hall.
The moment his quiet friend disappeared Duo went into a snickering fit. "That's too awesome. But I'm kinda jealous."
"Of what?" Heero asked while still poking at the too close feet.
Finally taking the hint, Duo merely swung his legs over to the area of the couch that was just vacated. "Quatre. He's gonna have two smexy ukes now. That's so unfair."
That had Heero's brow lofting high. "What makes you think Quatre is still going to be the dominate one?"
A sarcastic look fell over Duo's face as he regarded his lover blandly. "Quatre is a freakin monster in bed. I told you about that little fling we had after the war." A faint shudder shot through him when he recalled the images. "Damn... That was just intense. Anyone that Q sets his sights on is reduced to giddy puddle of orgasmic goo. He's like RAWR!" Duo explained as best he could.
A skeptical expression was on Heero's face. He knew that his lover had a 'friends with benefits' relationship with the blonde years before they ever started together. However he had never gotten intimate details. "Orgasmic goo..? You can't be serious..." He knew that the blonde was very forward with Wufei, but the Asian always fought off most public displays of affection.
"Oh, I'm serious, Hee. Guy's a sex fiend." A wide sinister grin formed on Duo's face. "Trowa has no idea what he's getting into."
Now very skeptical at the look he was receiving, Heero snorted and returned to his laptop. "You're full of it."
Duo's grin quickly turned from sinister to suggestive. "Hey, if there ever comes a time that you have a chance to take a shot at Q, I'll be all for it. He'll have you begging like a slut in under a minute."
That had Heero looking back to his lover in disbelief. "You did not just say that..."
"Hey, I mean it. If the stars align and all the jazz happens where it would be cool with everyone, I want you to do it. And I wanna front row seat."
His left eye twitching as unbidden thoughts began invading his head, Heero closed his laptop and glared at his lover. "Sick perverted bastard."
Which Duo readily agreed to. "But I'm your sick perverted bastard. You know you love me."
The reply made him want to growl, but when Duo held out his arms with that 'come hither' look on his face, Heero was helpless to resist. He stood from the floor and was soon climbing onto the couch atop his lover. He took his time to kiss along the long neck up to Duo's right ear.
He bit at it gently before growling into it. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you missed what you had with Quatre.."
Duo smirked and let his hands wander up the back of Heero's tanktop. "Missed? Nah. It just made for some good memories after all the shit we went through. Q's the kinda person you just let loose with. It's what I needed back then." He nipped at the corner of his lover's jaw and let himself relax back into the couch. "He lets you find yourself... He helped me figure out who I was and what I wanted without inhibitions to get in the way." One of his hand lifted to fist in the short messy hair. "He's the one that encouraged me to go after you..."
Hearing that made Heero pause. Any trace of lingering jealousy faded into a light curiosity. "I see... I suppose I should thank him someday."
The tone had Duo grinning as he shamelessly wrapped his legs around Heero's waist. "You should. Now I'd like a replay of what happened this morning."
Heero hummed at the suggestion as he wrapped a lock of the long hair around his finger. "I don't think the others would take kindly to us ruining the couch."
"They'll get over it."
Further in the apartment, Trowa was quietly watching the pair resting on the bed in front of him. He had perched himself atop the dresser across the room and allowed his eyes to take in the sight of the exotic looking pair. It was like dark and light had decided to cuddle together upon the bedspread.
Wufei's hair had grown out quite a bit over the years. While still not as massive as Duo's mane, it still looked beautiful as the black tresses spilled over the pale skin of Quatre's exposed chest. Quatre's hair was still cut short in the back, but the sun colored bangs were allowed to grow out to his jaw. Parted in the middle, they served as the perfect frame for the face Trowa had loved from afar.
Right now those long bags were obstructing Trowa's view of that beautiful face.
Unable to stop himself, Trowa slipped down from the dresser and made his way to the bed. Once he was standing on Quatre's side of the bed, he carefully reached out to brush the blonde locks out of the way. His hand was barely an inch above when those blue eyes snapped open.
"Trowa?" Quatre questioned on a whisper.
Trowa was tempted to pull his hand away, but instead he continued with gently tucking the long bangs behind Quatre's ear. "Sorry. Did I wake you?"
A slow smile curled Quatre's lips as he nuzzled the hand that was lingering at his face. "No. I was just resting my eyes. Wufei finally wore himself out, so I talked him into sleeping."
"Ah." Trowa was tempted to sit on the edge of the bed, but it was at Quatre's left. His eye lingered on the injured arm resting flat on the bed, and he felt his own twinge in sympathy. "Are the pain killers working?"
The blonde head nodded. "A bit. It's not throbbing anymore. It only hurts when something bumps into it now." Not wanting the taller man to stand idly by, he made a gesture with his eyes to the space at the top corner of the bed. "Sit down, Trowa. Keep me company."
Happily doing as told, Trowa gingerly sat on the corner of the bed. He leaned back against the headboard and smiled when that blonde head rested against his knee. His hand was running through the cornsilk hair before he even thought of it. He had seen Heero do it to Duo for years, and it always seemed like something he would enjoy trying. As he watched the pale strands slip through his fingers, he understood why his comrade did it.
Purring at the attention, Quatre absently wrapped his right arm tighter around Wufei. "Mm.. Trowa... May I ask you a personal question?"
Not too concerned, Trowa kept up the motion of his fingers. "Sure."
"Why did you spend so long just watching?" Quatre frowned when the fingers in his hair suddenly stopped. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me."
For a moment Trowa wasn't sure what he should say. Finally he allowed his hand to simply cradle the blonde head. "How long have you known?"
The blue eyes slid closed as Quatre let out a deep sigh. "I've always noticed it. I know whenever your eyes are on me. I can feel them. But I never understood why until a couple of years ago." His eyes opened and glanced up at the green gaze locked on him. "Why didn't you say anything? I've been waiting so long for you."
Trowa's eyes widened as he tilted his head in confusion. "You were... Waiting for me?"
Quatre nodded and kept his gaze steady. "I was waiting for you to come to me..." He trailed off to look at the sleeping man resting atop his chest. "Then Wufei came to me... You seemed to back away even further. I thought perhaps you had changed your mind, but then you started watching the both of us." Looking back up he saw that Trowa had turned his head away. "Trowa..?"
He was silent for a moment as he tried to process this information. His attention had not gone unnoticed like he had thought. Everything he had done to keep himself in check was apparently a waste of time. He wasn't certain how he should feel about that.
"Why didn't you come to me, if you knew why I was watching you?" Trowa finally asked.
A faint frown creased the pale brow. "I don't pursue, Trowa. You should have noticed that. Everyone I've ever been involved with has always approached me." Quatre let his eyes fix on the ceiling as he thought over the previous years. All the times he glanced over his shoulder just to catch those green eyes looking away. Feeling the weight of that silent gaze upon his back. "Besides... You spent so long just watching.. I thought that perhaps you didn't trust me."
"Trust you..?" Trowa looked back only to blink at the sad expression on Quatre's face. "I've always trusted you with my life."
"I know.." Quatre met Trowa's gaze once more, but his eyes held back a lingering sorrow. "But do you trust me with your heart? I can't get involved with anyone that doesn't trust me at that level."
For some reason Trowa felt his chest tighten. "Do.. Do you trust me with yours..?"
"Yes. I've always trusted you completely, Trowa." Quatre's smile returned as he nuzzled the hand still resting in his hair. "Ever since the moment I saw you."
He knew the answer before it was even said, but it still tore at Trowa. He remembered that smile that was on the pale lips. 'That's the smile he gave me when we first met...'
Seeing it brought back many memories. That smile always had that effect on him. Even when he had forgotten himself, that smile tugged at his heart and urged him to follow. He always followed that smile. Even today.
After a silent moment, Trowa's lips twitched upwards as his hand ran along the soft cheek. "If I can't trust you with it, I doubt that there is anyone out there I can." Trowa leaned forward and placed a kiss on the smiling lips. "You've always had my heart, Quatre..." he mumbled as his eyes closed.
Quatre wished he could reach up and grip at the long brown bangs tickling his neck, but his free arm was useless. Instead he returned the kiss as best he could in their strange position. Feeling the warmth from Trowa's body was more than enough to thrill him.
As they were locked in their moment, the form in Quatre's arm shifted slightly. "Hm.. I'm thrilled for you two.. But could you please shut up? I'm trying to sleep..."
The long time partners parted and watched as Wufei nestled closer to the pale chest. Seeing that made Quatre smirk as he ran his hand along Wufei's bare back. "Sorry, lover. We'll be quiet." he cooed softly, placing a kiss to the raven hair.
Wufei managed a lazy kiss to the strong chest beneath him. "Good.. 'N don't think I let you off the hook.. Gonna bitch you out when I wake up." he grunted, sleep slurring some of his words.
Smirking wide at the threat, Quatre continued to pet the smooth skin. "I look forward to it. You're so sexy when you're pissed."
"Shut up, horny bastard.."
Able to spot the blush forming on the sleepy face, Quatre gave a soft chuckle and turned his attention up to Trowa. There he saw a warm smile gracing his normally passive face. That smile lit up Quatre's world.
The adoration that swam in those blue eyes mesmerized Trowa. Without a second thought, he shifted around a bit until the blonde head was resting comfortably on his lap. Once he stilled he caught Quatre mouthing the words 'thank you' to him before he allowed his eyes to drift closed.
Left once more in the silence, Trowa couldn't force away the smile that had rested comfortably on his lips. Nor did he want to. He allowed both of his hand to sift through the short silky strands and enjoyed the purring hum it drew from the Arabian.
He could barely believe it. No longer did he have to watch from afar. No longer was he forced to keep his yearning hands clenched in fists. He had everything he had ever dreamt of resting peacefully in front of him. It was bliss.
With a sense of tranquility that he never thought possible, Trowa rested back against the head board and allowed his eyes to go out of focus. Perfect seemed so insufficient, but it was the only word he could think of. 'No... Perfect means complete... Things will continue to grow and progress as time passes... '
He let his gaze lower to the pair locked in an intimate embrace. 'I'm a part of that now...'
That knowledge made his smile grow.
'This is beyond perfection.'
fjfjfjfjfj
Later~