Chapter Three— Horobi no Senshi (Soldier of Destruction)
Written by Azreal (aka Blight)
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Warnings: Ummm…er…I don't know if this is a lemon or a lime, or what…I'll just say that Quatre and Trowa start making out. You don't actually see them screw…but what leads to it is kinda graphic. Don't read if you're under 18, okay? Or if you are under 18 and decide to read it, don't let your parents catch you! First half of this fic is making out, the next half we meet the Soldier of Destruction. Yay.
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"The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say."
—Shakespeare's "King Lear"
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"The Magic is in me—the Magic is in me. It's in every one of us."
—The Secret Garden
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Chapter Three— Horobi no Senshi (Soldier of Destruction)
It was their thirteenth day of travel, by air and by earth, and the night before, Heero, Trowa and Quatre had all slept comfortably, though at one point or another one of them was awake for their watch. At all times, someone had to be on guard, because for at least two days, Quatre had been sensing malicious intent directed toward them. How he knew it was directed at them, he wasn't sure, but the feeling of danger and threat had been growing, and since his emotions were usually right, he followed them. Heero and Trowa supported him, telling him that whatever he felt, he could tell them and they wouldn't turn away or ignore his feelings. Quatre also told them he felt that they were getting close to what they were looking for, since he had been filled in on all the details from the other two about their journey.
Right then, Heero, Quatre and Trowa were walking through a deep forest, their footfalls softened by the moist leaves that lay underfoot, and the soft earth. Large, old, and thick trees that reached hundreds of feet into the sky covered about five hundred miles of land, with clean streams and rivers running through it, as well as swamps and dangerous bogs. The grass and shrubbery were all lush and healthy, and the soft pattering of animal feet and birds twittering was music to their ears, compared to the screams of pain they heard in the cities, along with the groaning of the occasional zombie. The air was hot and humid, and before they had stepped a half a mile into the forest, they had removed their shirts and placed them on the backs of their mounts.
The three walked with their mounts in tow, shirtless and still sweating. Occasionally, Trowa or Quatre would send each other small, shy glances and smiles. The two were attracted to each other, and it was obvious to all, but neither had done anything.
It was driving Heero crazy.
Why didn't they just say something to each other? He wondered. Surely they weren't just going to ogle each other the entire time?
Several days into the forest later, Heero decided he was going to do something about the two boys. They would find the other warrior soon enough, but before then Heero wanted his other two friends to establish their own relationship, just in case the new addition decided to cause some problems.
As they settled down on their twelfth night in the forest, Heero decided to take first watch. It had been a very, very warm day, and he could tell that the frustrations of the other two were beginning to show through. Quatre was starting to get irritable, and Trowa had become more moody and silent. Especially with each other. Heero took the first watch as an opportunity for the two of them to settle whatever was between them, and decided to tell them so.
Standing up after unbridling Wing and removing his saddle, Heero turned to the two boys who were openly staring at each other. He made a face as he snapped his fingers, catching their attention. They glared at him and he glared right back. "All right you two, listen up and listen up good," he growled, and they raised their eyebrows at him, confused. "I know that the two of you have been ogling each other since we first met, and I know that me being around has put a bit of a cramp in your relationship." They stared at him, shocked. "You two are afraid of me seeing you staring at each other like love-struck girls, because you're both male and, according to laws and society, males aren't supposed to do that. Correct?"
They nodded slowly, fearfully. Heero smirked.
"Well, let me tell you that I have no problem with that," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and staring the other two boys down. "What I DO have a problem with, though, is the fact that the two of you can't seem to fathom the idea that my opinion on this DOESN'T MATTER. It is your lives, not mine, and if the two of you want to kiss or kill each other, it isn't my life and I have no say in it. Now," he paused, giving them a death glare. "Tonight, I have first watch. I'm going to patrol around, go down to the river and catch some fish or something. I want the two of you to come to an understanding, and I don't care how it turns out, as long as you pull whatever sticks you have up your asses out and get back to normal. I'm tired of the arguments. I'll see you later."
With that, the young Prince turned and walked quickly away, Trowa and Quatre watching with shock on their young faces. When he disappeared into the trees, both boys looked at each other, then looked away, both blushing. Suddenly, Quatre frowned and looked at Trowa.
"Trowa," the blonde began, then blurted it out. "Heero's right!"
The taller boy turned quickly to look at Quatre, eyes wide. 'What do you mean, Heero's right?' he demanded, confused. Quatre bit his lip, and Trowa found himself fascinated with the perfect teeth, the soft lips that entranced him when they moved...
"We're…dancing around this like skittish colts!" Quatre said, wringing his hands together nervously. Trowa had such nice eyes…
'Dancing around what?' Trowa asked, raising an eyebrow at the other boy. His heart fluttered in his chest, hope rising even though he tried to thrust it back down. He couldn't stop staring at the boy's lips…
Quatre sputtered. "What do you mean, 'dancing around what'?? THIS!" He waved his hand at himself and Trowa, his words unintelligible. He tried looking away, to find something else to look at, but his eyes kept going back to Trowa's emerald ones…
Trowa leaned forward slightly, emerald eyes watching Quatre's cerulean ones as they flickered back and forth. He leaned even closer as an urge to get the flustered look off the blonde's face overcame him, and he had an idea of how to do it.
'This?' he asked, his face just inches from Quatre's, as the blonde froze and stared deep into Trowa's eyes. He nodded slowly as the taller boy leaned closer, their breaths mingling.
"Yes…" Quatre managed, his breath caressing Trowa's skin, making his already warm skin even warmer. Trowa breathed in the scent of Quatre's breath, and smiled to himself. Minty.
Slowly, he brushed his lips against Quatre's, and the other boy moaned softly, pressing himself forward, their lips firmly pressed together. As their mouths began to move and their lips brushed against soft skin, Trowa wrapped one arm around the other boy's waist, pulling him even closer. Quatre moaned as his bare chest rubbed against Trowa's, and the older boy began to run his hands over the blonde's body. Trowa's fingers slid over the blonde's chest, tweaking and rubbing against his nipples. Quatre moaned, tilting his head back slight as Trowa began to kiss along his jaw and throat. The brown-haired boy's hands continued to peak the other's nipples, until one hand began to trace lower, to Quatre's pant line. Pulling the blonde back to him, Trowa's mouth met with Quatre's once more.
Opening his mouth to the tall boy, Quatre's tongue began to battle with his lover's. They began to pant slightly as their tongues fought for supremacy in each other's mouths, and both their hands began to roam. Fingers slid over taut muscles, tracing the lines and leaving trails in the sheen of sweat on each other's skin. Trowa's hand slid lower, until he had hold of the bulge in Quatre's pant.
Gasping for breath, Quatre pulled back for a moment, staring into Trowa's eyes, which held the same passion haze his own did. They stared at each other, wide-eyed and panting for breath as Trowa fondled the blonde's growing erection. Grabbing Trowa by the shoulders, Quatre moaned in pleasure and pressed himself against the other's gentle, yet firm hand.
Trowa smiled as he wrapped his other arm around Quatre's waist, pulling him closer until the blonde was sitting on his lap. Quatre gasped again as he felt Trowa's erection rubbing against the inside of his thigh, right next to his own. The two manhoods were separated only by cloth, yet even then it was thin cloth…
Quatre grabbed Trowa around the neck, pulling him closer and into a deep, soul-sucking kiss, grinding his hips against Trowa's with a blinding fury. Trowa moaned loudly against Quatre's mouth, and then their tongues were at it again, battling. They ground against each other, erections rubbing together, yet not achieving the satisfaction they both wanted. They throbbed maddeningly as they slid up and down within their cloth confines, as Trowa's hand worked at the string that held Quatre's pants up. Quatre growled.
"Just yank 'em off," he hissed, thrusting his hips against the other boy's again, and Trowa raised an eyebrow at the usually gentle boy who was moaning against him, eyes blazing with passion and lust.
Trowa smiled. 'Very well, then.'
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Heero half-turned as the cries he heard from behind him, raising an eyebrow slightly. A grin working its way across his features, the young Prince turned away, concentrating on spearing a fish for breakfast. His eyes narrowed, he watched for the dark shapes under the water.
Several hours later, with a pile of fish on the bank of the river at his side, Heero was sitting on the grassy slope, head tilted back in relaxation, eyes closed. He was alert, despite his outward calm. He had a few more hours left on his watch, and wasn't about to shirk his duties.
It was the feeling of being watched that made him open his eyes.
The birds still chirped and often he would hear the call of some wild animal out in the woods, but the feeling of someone, or something watching him made him doubt the peace and calm of the forest. Getting to his feet, Heero's eyes scanned the surrounding shrubbery, watchful and cautious. Muscles tensing, he reached for the hilt of his sword and took hold of it. Eyes narrowed, he glanced around swiftly yet thoroughly as a hot breeze made the leaves of the trees sway.
Silence greeted the young Prince's straining ears, and only forest met with his watchful eyes, yet still, the sense of someone else watching him caused his heart rate to speed up.
After carefully scanning the surrounding area on the ground, the youth turned his cobalt eyes to the sky, searching through the sea of leaves and branches for an enemy.
A flash of blue and white caught his eye, and he spun around as a blur of colour dashed toward him. A flash of silver, dark eyes blazing and blue and white silk moved by him like the wind, and Heero's sword was drawn, connecting with another with a loud clang, before the attacker vanished, ducking into the foliage around them.
Panting with surprise, Heero growled. "Who are you! What do you want?" There was no reply, but Heero was not surprised. He didn't exactly expect an answer, so instead of dwelling on it he tried to pinpoint the location of the hiding place the other was using.
There was another flash of blue and white, and Heero brought his sword up in defense, barely blocking the blade of the other's sword as he was attacked. He knocked the other's weapon away, and the figure dashed back into the trees.
Now enraged, Heero followed the figure, catching glimpses of white and blue amongst the greens and browns of the forest. Moving as swiftly as he could, the young Prince found himself gaining on his attacker.
Abruptly, the other vanished.
Heero stopped, snapping his head from side to side, lips pulled back from his teeth, eyes blazing with rage. Holding his sword in one hand, the other held out in front of him, he began to slowly look around and take in his surroundings.
He didn't have much time to do that, however, because something slammed into him from behind, knocking him to the ground. Heero fell, rolling onto his back with his sword raised as the silver blade of another came down on him. The two weapons pressed firmly against each other, the blades directly in front of Heero's face. He growled when he saw the face of his assailant.
Copper-skinned with dark, blazing eyes, black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a boy about Heero's age sat on Heero's abdomen, pressing his sword down toward the Prince's throat as hard as he could. Dressed in a tight blue sleeveless shirt, with loose white pants tied by a sash at the waist, the other boy was lithe, deadly, and beautiful, all at once.
Heero nearly found himself lose hold of his sword at the other's beauty, but remembered that the boy was trying to kill him. Casting aside the lewd thoughts he found himself having about the other youth, Heero grunted and shoved his sword upward with all of his might. The force of the push startled the dark-haired boy, causing him to lose his grip. His sword went flying away, landing somewhere in the bushes with a muffled thump.
Snarling, the other boy grabbed Heero's wrist and tries twisting it. Crying out in pain, Heero dropped his sword. The other punched the Prince squarely in the face, and in retaliation, Heero thrust his hips upwards, throwing the boy off him.
They both rolled away, and then dashed at each other again, hands locking together as they fought for supremacy. Heero tripped the other boy, and they both went down, rolling about in the dirt, grunting and growling like animals as they battled. Yanking one of his hands loose, the Prince pulled his fist back and smacked the other youth right in the mouth. Blood sprayed across both youths as the black-haired boy kneed Heero in the stomach. The Prince grunted, but bit down on his pain and punched the other boy in the gut as hard as he could.
Stunned from the force of the blow, the other boy stopped his attack, allowing Heero to kick him in the head and roll away. Snatching up his sword, the Prince turned to find the other boy struggling to get to his feet, blood dripping down his chin.
"Don't move," Heero ordered, pressing the tip of his sword against the other's throat. The boy stopped, and glared at the Prince, eyes full of rage. Heero glared back. "Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded.
The boy, still fuming, bowed his head. "Just kill me." He said, his voice low and full of shame and self-hatred.
Heero blinked. "What?"
The boy kept looking at the ground. "I have failed. I attacked you and lost the battle. Now you must take your revenge and kill me."
Heero made a face. "Well…that's not exactly what I want to do…"
The other boy glanced up at him. "What? Why?"
Heero sighed, still holding his sword at the boy's throat. "I don't want to kill you. I just want some answers."
The boy stared at him. "What is it you want to know? I am honour-bound to answer your questions since I lost." Heero sighed.
"For one thing, who the hell are you? Secondly, why did you attack me?"
The boy winced. "My name…is Wufei, and I live in these woods. I…attacked you, because I thought you had come to kill me."
Heero stared. "Why would you think we had come to kill you?" he asked. The boy, Wufei, sighed as he sat back, crossing his legs beneath him. Heero took his sword away from the other's throat, confused.
"Long ago, I defied my father by refusing to marry the one I was destined to from birth," the sullen youth replied. "She was a scheming sorceress, who wanted nothing but to rule the world. Instead of marrying her, I murdered her and ran away from my home. Believing that she was an innocent, my father ordered my death for it is the utmost dishonour to kill one of your own clan. For years he has been sending assassins to hunt me down and kill me, and I thought you to be the next batch."
Heero chuckled, sheathing his sword, to Wufei's amazement. "I am afraid not, Wufei," the young Prince said, smiling gently. "My companions and I are in your forest only for the reason that we had no other way to go, and we are on a journey."
"So…you are not assassins sent by my father?" Wufei asked, dark eyes watching Heero carefully and with trepidation. Heero shook his head.
"We don't even know who your father is," he retorted dryly. "As I said, my friends and I are on a journey."
"What sort of a journey?" Wufei asked, unable to help himself from asking. Heero smiled, feeling that…something, click in place as he sat down in front of the other boy and began to tell him of their mission.
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Quatre rolled over and looked at Trowa, a worried look on his face. "Trowa?"
'Hmmm?'
"Do you think Heero is okay?" the blonde asked, fidgeting nervously. "I mean, he's been gone an awful long time, and he was so angry when he left, and…"
Trowa chuckled. 'He has not abandoned us, Little One,' he assured the youth. 'I am sure he is safe, and I know for a fact that he would not abandon us or his mission.'
Quatre still looked worried. "But a while ago, I felt great anger coming from him. I don't know who it was directed at, but…it was there, and then it was gone."
Trowa raised an eyebrow. 'Perhaps he met up with a wild animal of sorts,' he replied.
"You can say that again," Heero said as he walked back into their campsite, a rather large and triumphant grin on his face. At his heels another boy followed, causing Trowa and Quatre to leap to their feet, surprised. Then, remembering their lack of clothes, they grabbed up said clothes and covered themselves quickly, blushing, to the amusement of the other two boys.
"Umm…er…Heero, who's your friend?" Quatre asked, trying to sound natural and friendly despite his extreme embarrassment.
Trowa had somehow managed to put his pants back on without anyone really noticing, and appeared calmer than Quatre did, though a heavy blush was still on his cheeks as he brushed the dirt off his pants, trying to smooth them out. 'Yes, who is he?'
Wufei blinked, but said nothing, though he gave Trowa an odd, confounded look. The taller boy smirked inwardly. The boy had heard him, but wasn't sure if it really was Trowa that he heard talking in his head or not.
Heero smiled. "Quatre, Trowa, meet Wufei."
Wufei bowed formally. "It is an honour to meet you," he said, lips curled into a tight smile as he rose. "I have been informed of your journey, and was asked to accompany you."
Trowa and Quatre looked at Heero, eyebrows raised. The Prince shrugged. "I can feel it, in my heart," was his simple reply. The other two nodded and looked back at Wufei. They smiled.
'I am pleased to meet you, too, Horobi no Senshi,' Trowa whispered.
Wufei smiled back, eyes glittering in the firelight.
To be continued…
Don't worry, you'll see Nataku soon enough. Duo's gonna be in the next fic, so look for it! Oh and by the way, there is some OOC in these fics. Sorry, I forgot to mention that before. Oh, and another thing. I am making these first fics quick so that the relationships between the guys can be established fast. The plot WILL advance, I just want to get the characters in here first.
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