A Space Between the Stars, Part Two: Trowa's Side
Chapter Summary: Trowa and Cat attempt to have sex, with disastrous results. May be added to a later chapter of Shatter Me.
Pairing(s): Trowa/Quatre.
Rating: M
Chapter Warnings: AU, Bara, Trowa's first person narrative, Quatre going through some serious shit.
Okay, what the fuck just happened?
One minute, we were getting out of our clothes and on to the bed, kissing, touching, rubbing each other in all the right places, and basically getting ready to fuck each other senseless, and the next...
... And the next, Cat's screaming at me not to touch him, pushing me away with his hands and feet, rolling off the bed bare-ass naked, running for the john like someone lit that gorgeous ass on fire and slamming the door behind him. Seconds later, I heard the sounds of retching as Quatre offered up what little he ate for dinner to the porcelain god.
Oh, yeah. I've known this Cat was my Cat for a while now, even before that little mutual sex fantasy which woke up our bond. The scars on his abdomen and back gave him away. I bandaged those wounds shortly after he got them, after being run through by a crazed platinum-haired bitch hell-bent on killing him with a dueling saber.
When I figured out what was happening, I felt like a fool. As a fellow rape survivor, I should have realized Cat could still be having flashbacks. Hell, I still go through them, myself. Granted, I was raped by one megalomaniacal sociopath and not three former Ozzies looking to prove they were men by beating and sexually assaulting a Gundam pilot, but still...
That got me thinking... just how the fuck did they find out Cat was a Gundam pilot in the first place? There are only six people outside our circle who knew the identity of "Pilot 04," and out of that number, four of them are completely trustworthy. That leaves Zechs and Dorothy, and Zechs has too much honor to play the rat...
The retching's finally stopped, and now it sounds like someone's fallen in the tub with the shower running. I was starting to worry about Quatre, so I got off the bed and picked my left boot up off the floor. I felt around in the hidden pocket until I fished out my lock picks, and went to work.
He never heard me pick the lock on the bathroom door, open it to slip inside, or the slide of the shower curtain along its rod. He didn't even realize he wasn't alone until I stood next to him, thankful it was a couples' tub, picked him up, then sat and settled him across my lap. This was for comfort, not foreplay; any lingering ardor I'd felt was quickly being cooled off by the cold water.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered between sobs, though I had no idea what he was apologizing for.
I wrapped my arms around Cat's body, hoping my warmth would ease his shivering some. I brought his head to my shoulder and started carding his long, inky black curtain of hair away from his face with my fingers. It was still every bit as silky and soft as I remembered it, back when it was blond.
"Shhh," I said, stroking the back of his head. "Cat... Quatre... baby, it's okay. I understand why you had to do it, and I don't hate you. I could never hate you..."
I felt his body stiffen slightly when I said his real name, but it was momentary. Remembering how much he hates cold water, not that I like it much myself, I reached up and turned on the hot. The knob squeaked, and in a few seconds, the water began to warm up.
"I'll wait 'til you're ready," I continued as he drifted off, safe in my arms. "No matter long it takes, I'll wait for you."
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