Dark, So Dark
Sutoomu
Well, this is the fourth chapter. I know this has taken forever for me to post, and my excuse is vacation. If you don't believe that, then I'm just a lazy ass. Happy? Anyhoo, this story is gonna be more chapters than I thought it would be. Oh well, that's still cool. Thanking my reviewers...
Thank you to phoenixfirekitsune, Kami Crimson, Celestia, SkittleGoddess, summersarebright, LadyMeko, and phoenix013. My love goes out to all of you.
Read on, now, and enjoy! I hope
Trowa opened his eyes as the morning sun filtered in through the window, permeating his senses and arousing them. He yawned and stretched his legs under the sheet, blinking hazily. He gently moved to sit up without waking Quatre, when the blonde's eyes shot open and focused on him in alarm.
"No, don't leave me alone!" he cried out, reaching for him. Trowa immediately stopped all intentions of getting up and lay back down, letting Quatre wrap his arms around him.
"I won't leave you, koishii," he assured Quatre, brushing back his bangs. Quatre's focus wavered in and out as he blinked at Trowa, and he shakingly reached a hand behind Trowa's neck, pulling him forward into a passionate kiss to make sure he was real. His hands roamed Trowa's body, touching his skin as he continued to kiss him, making sure Trowa was all there. Trowa let Quatre assure himself of that fact, then drew back in surprise as Quatre cursed-yes, cursed!-and sat up, pulling off his pajama shirt. Quatre threw his shirt on the floor, his pajama pants joining it a moment later, and he slipped back down, trembling and reaching for Trowa. He pressed himself against the banged pilot and held him close, skin on skin, Trowa's warmth spreading through him. Quatre sighed in relief.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"For what?" Trowa asked in confusion.
"For making the dark and the cold go away," Quatre replied. "You're making me warm."
Trowa breathed in surprise at this, then kissed Quatre forcefully, pressing his body sharply into the smaller boy's. He could help. He could keep Quatre warm. Quatre inhaled sharply at the sudden jolt that shot throughout his body and responded, melding with Trowa as Trowa trailed kisses down his neck. Quatre moaned as Trowa took his earlobe in his mouth and played with it with his tongue and teeth. Trowa's hand trailed down Quatre's chest until it reached the elastic of his boxers, and he tugged at them. Quatre ran his hands down Trowa's arms and aided him, giving him an extremely desirous kiss.
"Thank you, Trowa," Quatre whispered in a mostly awake moment as he passed in and out of half sleep.
"I love you," Trowa replied back just as softly, placing a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you, too, Trowa," Quatre said. He suddenly shook violently for a moment. "Oh, Allah, you don't know how much I love you."
"Shh, Quatre," Trowa said. "I know. It's okay."
"No, it's not," Quatre cried. "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't remember anything clearly, just the pain. It...it hurts so much!" Quatre cringed and drew his hands to his chest. Trowa took his hands in his own and held them, setting his forehead on Quatre's, their breath mingling.
"We'll get through this, love," he said. "I swear it to you. I will help you get through this."
A knock on the door distracted them, and Quatre tried to shrink into the blankets and hide at the sudden noise. "You awake in there?" Duo's voice came through.
"If we weren't awake, we are now," Trowa replied loud enough so Duo could hear.
"You guys both okay?" Duo ignored Trowa's tone. Trowa informed Duo they were fine. "Heero said to tell you Iria will be here in an hour and a half. Heero said she could answer our questions."
"Iria," Quatre whispered. "My sister."
"We'll get ready," Trowa said, and he heard Duo walk away. Trowa got out of bed, and Quatre called out his name instantly, reaching for him again. Trowa took Quatre in his arms and carried him to the washroom. Soon the bath was full and Trowa set Quatre in it, then joined him. He began to wash the effects of this morning off Quatre, who kept jerking his head at slight noises and staring in utter fear at everything. Quatre latched his hand onto Trowa's and wouldn't let go until Trowa got out of the bath and had to make him let go so he could dry himself. Quatre did not take his eyes off Trowa once while Trowa wasn't in direct contact with him, and he whimpered softly until Trowa lifted him out of the tub and dried him off. Trowa helped dress him, Quatre calling his name every time he wasn't touching him. As soon as they were dressed, Trowa lifted Quatre in his arms and carried him out the door and down the stairs.
"Trowa, is that you?" Wufei's voice carried out into the hall from the livingroom, and Trowa headed in that direction. He saw Wufei sitting on the couch, reading a book. Wufei caught sight of him, and, more importantly, the boy in his arms. "Quatre. Are you feeling okay?"
Quatre stared at Wufei for a moment, and spoke hesitantly. "I...yes, I'm okay. It's cold, though...and dark." Quatre closed his eyes and began trembling a bit more. Wufei met Trowa's eyes in confusion, since it was summer and a very sunny day.
"Could you do me a favor, Wufei?" Trowa asked.
"Anything," Wufei quickly said.
"Can you take him for me? I have to grab some food, and I can't do that while holding him," Trowa said, lowering Quatre onto Wufei's lap. Quatre's eyes shot open and he called out Trowa's name, reaching for him. Trowa brushed his hair out of his face, and gave him a small kiss. "I'll be right back, koi," he explained to Quatre. "Wufei's going to take you for a little bit. I'll be right back. Just hold onto Wufei, okay?"
Quatre swallowed. "O-okay, Tr-trowa," he said and his hand reached for Wufei's shirt, grabbing a fistful and latching onto it with a death grip.
Wufei looked at Trowa. "What do I do?"
"Just hold him. Make sure he knows you're there, and that you're real. Be there for him. He needs constant contact and warmth. Talk to him, if you can," Trowa stood up straight and left the room.
Wufei sat awkwardly with Quatre for a moment, then Quatre shifted into a more comfortable curled up position and set his head on Wufei's chest, one hand still holding his shirt. Quatre grabbed Wufei's hand tightly with his other hand and he moved his thumb up and down Wufei's skin, his eyes darting about wildly. Wufei returned Quatre's handhold after a moment and curled his other hand around Quatre's back, bringing the book up in front of him. He had never held anyone other than Meiran before, and he didn't quite know what to do.
"This is a very good book," he said, trying to just randomly start a conversation like Duo could. "I don't know if you've read it or not, but I just bought it a few days ago. I know you've read a lot of books, almost as many as me, but you haven't read this one yet, I don't think. It's about a boy our age, who's being forced to kill people because of a chip some scientists installed in his spinal cord. They send him on an undercover mission to infiltrate a group of young elite soldiers, just like us, but he becomes such good friends with them, and even falls in love with one of them, that he can't kill them like he's supposed to. I haven't found out whether the scientists kill him or not, since I'm not that far yet. But it's good so far." (author's note: this is an actual story I am writing, a non-fanfiction)
"What's his name?" Quatre whispered, staring at the book.
"Reyin," Wufei answered.
"What's her name?" Quatre asked. "The girl he falls in love with."
"Jaze."
"Reyin and Jaze," Quatre repeated, closing his eyes. Wufei shifted and Quatre opened his eyes quickly and called out in a scared voice. "Wufei? Wufei, don't leave me!"
Wufei set his book down quickly and wrapped his arms around Quatre, hushing him softly. "I'm here, Quatre. I'm not leaving you. It's okay."
"It's so dark and cold," Quatre cried. His trembling increased immensely. "Wufei, it hurts..."
"Here." Wufei looked up at Trowa as the banged pilot set the plate of crackers and cheese on the table and reached for Quatre. Wufei released the arabian into Trowa's arms, and the Heavyarms pilot placed a firm kiss on Quatre's lips. Quatre kissed back and Trowa sat down beside the confused chinese boy. Quatre pressed into Trowa as much he could in this sitting position and Trowa kissed him again. The blonde gave a shaky breath and relaxed in Trowa's lap as he held him tightly with one arm and then pointed at the plate. Wufei understood and picked it up, bringing it within Trowa's easy reach with his one arm.
"I have some food for you, Quatre," Trowa said. "Here, try it." Trowa held a cracker up to Quatre's mouth. Quatre looked warily at it, then opened his mouth and accepted it. He chewed slowly, then swallowed and reached for the plate. Wufei handed it to him, and Quatre began to eat the cheese and cracker snack eagerly. He finished off the plate and looked down at it sadly.
"I'm hungry," he said, looking up at Trowa. "And thirsty. Do we have any chocolate milk left?"
"I'll check," Wufei stood up. "And I'll get Duo to make you a proper lunch. I'm not going to risk you getting food poisoning off my cooking."
"You cook just fine," Quatre mentioned. "I like your bacon." Wufei smiled at him and left.
"Do you feel very hungry and thirsty?" Trowa asked.
Quatre nodded. "And cold and dark. Trowa?"
"Yes?"
"I want to touch you, please," Quatre's voice wavered. "I want to be warm."
"We can't do anything more than take our shirts off," Trowa commanded. "Iria is coming."
"That's enough," Quatre begged, pulling at Trowa's shirt. Trowa agreed, and he helped Quatre with his shirt and Quatre's own shirt. Quatre sighed in relief and leaned forward to kiss Trowa, their skin brushing against the others. Quatre turned and pressed his back into Trowa's front, feeling warmth from their skin to skin connection spreading through him as Trowa breathed deeply. He sat like that, simply soaking in Trowa's warmth and comfort.
"Hiya, guys," Duo's voice came to their ears before they looked and saw him, carrying two plates of food. "I really hope I didn't interrupt anything, but your food is done, and look," he pointed behind him at Wufei. "Wuffles has even got a nice big glass of chocolate milk for you. The last bit." Quatre stared unblinking at Duo.
"Come here, Duo," Trowa instructed. "He has to know you're real." Duo came up and reached out his hand like Trowa told him to. Quatre hesitated but eventually reached his own hand out and grabbed Duo's. He moved his hands up and touched Duo's face, the braided boy grinning like mad, then moved his hands around to find Duo's braid. He located it and, smiling slyly, gave it a sharp tug.
"His name is Wufei, Duo," Quatre smiled, and took a plate from his other hand. He began to eat the delicious sandwiches heartily.
"It's nice to know someone finally agrees with me," Wufei huffed, handing Trowa the plate that Duo had set down for him to eat. Duo laughed happily, then fell down beside Quatre and Trowa.
"So how you guys doing? Have a nice sleep?" he asked.
"Pleasant enough," Trowa nuzzled Quatre's neck, and he giggled. The doorbell suddenly rang and Quatre jerked in sudden fear. "It's just the doorbell, relax," Trowa assured him. "It's probably Iria."
"Iria?" Quatre relaxed. "Iria..." A moment later Iria was led into the livingroom by Heero, who checked Quatre over quickly with his eyes and labeled him relatively okay. Iria rushed forward and sat on the other side of Quatre and Trowa, and Quatre instinctively shyed away from her.
"Quatre, are you alright?" she asked. "Little brother?" She ran a hand through Quatre's hair lovingly and Quatre closed his eyes, leaning into her hand.
"He's okay," Trowa informed her. "He can think and talk. He's alright."
"He's alright...," Quatre repeated Trowa.
Iria brushed his hair for another moment, then stood up. "I need to talk to you," she said directly to Trowa.
Trowa nodded and turned to Duo. "You have to take him while the three of us talk with Iria," he said. "We'll tell you after, because I can't leave him alone."
"Wait a second, hold on," Duo said. "Take him? You mean, like, hold him?" Trowa nodded. Duo blinked at him, then looked over at Heero. "Hee-chan?"
"He needs you, Duo," Heero nodded. "Go ahead."
"Thanks, 'Ro," Duo smiled. "I love you."
"Love you, too," Heero murmured back with a small smile.
"Quatre, I have to leave again," Trowa said, and Quatre protested sharply, breathing heavily. "I'm going to talk to Iria, and then I'll be back for you. Duo is going to hold you and talk to you. Just like Wufei did, okay? Just hold onto Duo." He placed a deep kiss on Quatre's lips, then shifted him over onto Duo's lap. Quatre let go of Trowa and latched his arms around Duo's neck quickly, curling into a small ball. Duo held him and smiled at him as Trowa slipped his shirt on and they were left alone.
"Hey, Q," Duo chuckled. "Guess what? I think I fully believe Heero loves me now."
Quatre pulled his head away from Duo's chest to look at him. "You do? Finally?"
"Finally," Duo sighed. "He was just so 'perfect soldier' like in the beginning, it was hard to tell. But now...well, I'm seeing inside him, more clearly then I ever have."
"I told you so," Quatre gloated, laying his head back down.
"Oh, c'mon," Duo snorted. "You could've been wrong."
"I'm an empath and I'm Quatre," Quatre stated firmly. "I'm not wrong when concerning these things."
"Confident little blonde, aren't you?" Duo laughed.
"No...," Quatre suddenly said. "I'm not confident. I'm scared. Scared...scared to death!"
"Don't say it like that," Duo protested. "And it's natural to be scared. If you weren't scared, I'd start worrying you'd turned into an evil cyborg bent on wreaking havoc in the communications world."
There was a pause, then Quatre chuckled. "That," he emphasized. "Was very random."
"Why thank you, Q-bean," Duo smiled, happy he had made Quatre feel better. "I try my best."
"What's wrong with him?" Heero asked as soon as they sat down in the kitchen.
"I don't know," Trowa replied. "But ever since we woke up, he doesn't want to let go of me. He panics when he's not in contact with someone."
"This is not good," Wufei frowned. He looked up at Iria. "Do you know why this is happening?"
Iria avoided their eyes and gazed at the table, thinking of how to phrase her next words. "Yes, I do. We've been expecting this to happen for seven years now, since Quatre was eight years old."
"Who is we?" Wufei asked.
"Myself and two other sisters, and father when he was alive," Iria replied.
"You've been expecting what to happen?" Trowa said.
"The memories to resurface. We knew it would happen, but," Iria frowned. "I didn't think it would be so soon."
"What memories?" Heero queried.
"The memories of what happened to him when he was little, of what was done to him," Iria said, pain flashing in her eyes. "The memories of how they discovered his empathy and hurt him."
What happened to Quatre when he was younger? How was he hurt? Did you like this story? Do I like chocolate milk?
Find out in the next chapter of...DARK, SO DARK! Please review!
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