Emocloud, MorningGlory, this is especially for you guys. Thanks for getting me back in gear.

Indigo Eyes

Chapter 10:

A TQ side story.

When the limo finally stopped and we stepped out, I couldn't help but gape at the expensive-looking hotel we were standing in front of. It was the most expensive, most lavish five-star hotel in the city and the bellhops were literally climbing over each other wanting to help with "Mr. Winner's" non-existent bags.

"Mr. Winner!" A stately (and quite arrogant-looking) man, whom I assume was the manager, said as he shook Quatre's hand. "Your usual room is ready for you, as your driver ordered. We hope that your stay tonight will be enjoyable."

Already I didn't like the way this man was kissing up to Quatre, and almost as if he were reading my thoughts, he looked up at me, raised an eyebrow and gave me the once-over, sneering slightly. I raised an eyebrow in return and watched amusedly as the man gave Quatre another smile and escorted us to the penthouse suite.

The room was enormous! It had large windows that led to a large balcony. The bed was the biggest he'd ever seen with the most expensive-looking bed clothes he'd ever laid eyes on. The room was also furnished with a couch, a TV, and a coffee table as well as a desk, a couple of chairs and two bedside tables. On the coffee table, there was a freshly laid out fruit basket and on a little rolling cart by the bed was a bottle of Champaign, a plate of chocolate-coated strawberries and a small basket. I couldn't see what was in the basket, but I assumed someone had told the staff that Quatre was brining a guest.

"Please feel free to make yourself at home," Quatre said as he closed the door behind our departing escort.

I nodded and took a seat at the couch, still feeling a little tense at the thought of what I was doing here. I'd never been to such an expensive place in my life and I finally had my little angel talking to me… inviting me here… What was I doing?

"Relax," Quatre said as he came around before me, this time only wearing a pair of sleep bottoms and a really short matching silk robe, with no shirt underneath. I gulped; this had to be a dream. He sat on the couch next to me and handed me a flute filled with bubbly then fed me a strawberry he'd brought over from the cart by the bed.

I chewed on the fruit slowly and almost choked on it when Quatre's lips were placed against mine. He tasted like sweet Champaign and I'm sure I tasted like chocolate strawberry. When he pulled away, he looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

"I won't lie to you, I want you, and I want you bad. I know we don't know each other, but I was hoping we could remedy that…" I said to him, my arms already winding their way around his slim frame. Vous vraiment êtes un petit ange…

He smiled at me and leaned in for another kiss, "Why thank you, and that would be lovely, Monsieur Barton."

"Trowa… Please call me Trowa," I whispered, then paused, "H- how did you… Did I say that out loud?"

At his nod, I felt my heart stop in my chest and my breath caught in my throat. What would he think of me now? I'm such an idiot.

Quatre giggled and kissed me gently again, "While I'm not very experienced in the bedroom, I'm a far cry from an angel. I hope that doesn't bother you too much."

It didn't, but I still felt like an idiot and let him go, trying to scoot back on the couch. I took a deep breath as I buried my face in my hands and exhaled harshly.

"What's wrong?" the sweet little blonde asked me.

I couldn't look at him, but he deserved an answer, "This has to be a dream, and if it is, it's a cruel one. I know I'll never have a chance with you."

"And if it isn't a dream?" he asked gently.

"Then I'll be yours for the night if that's all you want me for."

"Are you really the young man that my sisters described?" he whispered, one hand resting against my shoulder.

"I'm afraid so," I answered, knowing he'd be repulsed by the fact that I was so damn hopeless.

"Are you in love with me?" he asked, a strange note to his voice.

I blinked. Was I in love with him or merely infatuated? "I… I... Yes," I finally answered.

"I see…" I looked up at him, an odd sort of malice marring his angelic features. "I could easily use you and hurt you. If you really loved me, you'd let me use you and allow me to throw you away."

I was confused, why was he acting this way? "Yes, you could easily use my feelings for you against me, and I'll allow you to so, but I won't be tossed aside."

"How do you know that?" he asked. "I could very well do it. I'm a very powerful man."

I looked into his bright aquamarine eyes and gently cupped his face, "Because you're eyes tell me so. Heero wouldn't speak so highly of you if that was the way you truly were."

He smiled at me, all malice gone, then and pulled me off the couch. "In that case, I want you to know that this isn't something I normally indulge in, but tonight, I can't seem to control myself."

He began stripping me, his hands everywhere at once, ridding me of every stitch of clothing I had on. My brain was too foggy to protest (not that I wanted to) and by the time I realized I was naked, he had pushed me onto the bed. He climbed in shortly after, ridding himself of only the short robe, the silk pants still on his thin frame.

He leaned in and kissed me feverishly, his hands caressing my skin. I gently removed his silky pants and traced the soft contours of his body. He moaned and sat up, reaching for the covered basket on the cart that had been brought in earlier.

As he pressed two items into my palm, I realized what the mysterious basket contained. I flushed a little and gave him another kiss, this time, preparing him for an evening he'd never forget.

Heero POV

When I woke up the next day, Duo was still in bed with me, which was a surprise in itself since he'd never been in bed by the time I woke up. Deciding that I liked the position we were currently in, I felt it best not to move and just enjoy the time we had together like this. In our sleep we had apparently managed to remain spooned together. Duo's arm wrapped around my waist, his body pressed flush against my back, and one of his legs slipped between mine.

Okay, the last part was a little unsettling, but I was warm and I felt safe. I finally felt like this was where I belonged and where I felt I could spend the rest of my life.

I had fallen back asleep when I felt Duo stir; his hand had slipped up my shirt and was teasing my nipple. At first, I thought I was still dreaming, but then his hand moved. I jumped as I felt his hand move down and caress my spandex-clad hip, then thigh, then inner thigh…

"Duo…" I moaned, wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue at the same time.

I felt his lips on my neck before I heard his soft whisper, "Do you want me to stop, koi?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

In an instant his hand was gone and he was off the bed, headed for the bathroom.

"Duo, please come back!" I cried out, nearly panicking.

Duo stopped, but didn't face me, "I can't, Heero. I don't trust myself to be in that bed with you."

"Duo, please?" Why was I begging? He had just been about to molest me… why was I encouraging him? Maybe it's because you want him to.

"If I get back in bed with you, I'll end up embarrassing myself even if I don't give in and take you like I want," he said in warning, those indigo eyes making me melt on the spot.

I nodded, "That's acceptable. I…" I paused, I knew I was turning bright red, but I couldn't help it. I wanted him to know that I wanted to be near him. "I…"

"What do you want, Heero? Tell me." I looked up, Duo had taken a few steps towards the bed where I sat, his gaze hungry.

"I want to feel you touch me…" I whispered. "I … I don't think I'm ready to go all the way… but… can't we compromise?"

I felt like such an idiot saying that. I sounded… I don't know what I sounded like, but it was pathetic.

"Anything you want, Heero." With that, he came back to the bed and held me. His lips caressed my neck and his hands caressed my body. I moaned and gave into the sweet sensations that fueled the heat rising within me, happy to have Duo be the one to provoke such emotions within me. I felt Duo strip off my shirt, but I didn't complain. His talented hands and the feel of his now loose hair against my skin was pure bliss.

I felt him lay me back onto the bed, stripping his sweatpants as he did, causing me mild alarm, but by then I was so far gone, I didn't care what he did so long as he didn't stop.

"If I go too far, let me know…" he whispered. "As it is, I plan on ruining those shorts you're wearing…"

I didn't have the opportunity to ask what he meant by that as his mouth invaded mine, and robbed me of any logical thought. I felt his hot, hard manhood pressing against the apex of my legs, grinding against the smooth spandex I still wore. I spread my legs in invitation, welcoming the friction he provided us both while undulating my own hips out of sheer reflex.

Duo was absolutely amazing that morning, and within a few short moments of the instigation, Duo made good on his promise to 'embarrass' himself as he couldn't make himself last longer than he did. Not that it mattered; I too was so unbelievably aroused that my endurance was also found lacking.

As he lay back down with me, panting, I couldn't help but get this warm feeling in my chest. It was quite unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I'm sure I'll never feel it with another.

Could it be? Is this love?

Jess' Rant:

I know, I know… I've been out for months and I'm not very happy with myself for it, just so you all know. I've been working about 33 hours a week, I'm taking 12 hours at school, and I have an online class to complete by May 5th… add to that my home life and you get a very tired author. Thanks to MorningGlory and especially EmoCloud for getting me to write this. So, if any of you are still out there and are happy I posted anything, thank these two loyal reviewers who made this chapter possible.