Warnings: R, 3x4, 1+R, 2+H, 5+S, 13+11, 6+9 - Sap, Angst, Lime, AU
Disclaimer: As always I make no claim to Gundam Wing or any of its characters!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing everyone! I'm really glad you all seem to be enjoying this! Part Seven has been doctored slightly to keep within the R rating (don't you just love this new rating system). The full version will eventually be up on my website.which will eventually be updated when I get internet access in my room 'cause at the moment I'm having to use the university computers and I don't have to software here to do it ^_^
A big thank you to Katie for beta reading this and correcting my terrible grammar!
Anyway I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading!
FALCON'S REVENGE
Part Seven - Bonds
'What were you thinking!' Heero roared at the young lord, leaping from his chair and storming towards the blonde. Quatre for his part didn't even flinch as the furious captain came at him and his face remained impassive.
'There was little alternative, Heero. Our forces have been destroyed and our city burnt to the ground. Although we are part of the kingdom, we have stayed neutral in all the recent wars and blood feuds, refusing to ally ourselves with any one side. This has not endeared us to any of our neighbours.you know this! I find it hard to believe there would be many willing to risk a confrontation with Try-o-Gun for our benefit.'
The captain snarled but moved to slump back into his chair. 'There must be another way my lord, we'll find one, then you won't need your goddess and you won't have to die, right?'
Quatre looked away a pained expression on his face. 'Right!?' Heero raised his voice again as he continued to glare at the blonde.
Quatre stood up wincing slightly but waved Trowa back as the man moved to help him. 'Once a person has made a pact with the one goddess it cannot be broken, Heero, there is no alternative now, the decision has been made and it cannot be changed, I'm sorry.' He gave his companions a pleading look but when no further comment came he sighed and his shoulders sagged.
He crossed the room with his head hung turning to look back at them before he left. 'I will understand if you do not wish to accompany me on this journey, I will leave for Setadon tomorrow.' He seemed for a moment to be about to say something else but decided against it, leaving the room silently and closing the door softly behind him.
Quatre lay despondently on the innkeeper's small double bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling of the room. He could not sleep, though his body begged him for it; the combination of the pain in his side and the fear that his companions would leave him and he would have to make his journey alone weighed heavily on him and banished any hopes of slumber.
He was startled to hear a soft knock at the door and for a moment wondered if he had finally dropped off and it had been his imagination until another gentle knock came. Shifting and sitting up Quatre called for whoever it was to enter and was caught by both a sudden surge of joy and wave of panic as Trowa silently entered the room.
The ranger hovered nervously by the door his face betraying his uncertainty. Quatre tried to smile reassuringly and patted the bed beside him, beckoning Trowa to sit.
Slowly Trowa moved to the bed and sat on the edge, his bearing that of a man poised for flight at any second. 'He's here to tell me he does not wish to come,' Quatre thought, suddenly battling to hold back the tears that threatened to shame him.
The blonde took a deep breath to calm himself before beginning to speak. 'It is alright if you do not wish to come, Trowa, this has nothing to do with you and I would never be angry with you for not wanting to put your life in danger for someone you have only just met. You are free to return to your home town or to find your sister without dishonour, though you will always be welcome here should you wish to stay.'
The ranger blinked rapidly his surprise evident. 'You thought I came up here to tell you I would not accompany you?' he asked, his manner slightly wounded.
Quatre shook his head at a loss at what to say. 'Are you telling me that you did not?'
The blonde's obvious confusion caused Trowa to chuckle slightly, alleviating some of the tension in the room.
'I came here to tell you that we discussed the matter at length once you had retired and Wufei, Heero, and myself will accompany you on your journey. The Lady Relena and Wufei's lover Sally will remain here to supervise the restoration of the city,' he paused for a moment to consider his words. 'Heero asked me to warn you that he will try everything he can think of to break the pact you have made with your goddess, he wanted you to understand that.'
Quatre could no longer hold back his relief and gave a small cry as he placed his hands on Trowa's shoulders and embraced him fondly.
'I am so glad,' he whispered. 'Tell Heero I do not mind him trying, though he must understand that I do not believe there is a way, and that if I am right he must not interfere when the time comes for me to pay my debt.'
Trowa nodded solemnly. 'He already knows this my lord, we all do,' he broke off suddenly looking away and Quatre could feel agitation and anxiety emanating from him.
The blonde pulled back from the embrace and slid closer to the green-eyed man on his bed. 'What is the matter Trowa? Was there something else you wished to speak to me about?'
Trowa's head snapped up his eyes wide as he sought Quatre's gaze. 'How could you know that? I pride myself on being able to hide my emotions; why is it that you seem to be able to read me like a book?'
This time it was Quatre's turn to chuckle and he laid his head against Trowa's chest, just above his heart, paying little heed when the ranger's body stiffened at his touch.
'Another mark of those destined for the priesthood is the ability to feel other people's emotions. I do not advertise the fact that I possess this gift as it makes many people uncomfortable, I am sorry if I have alarmed you Trowa.'
The other man shook his head. 'You're an empath, so you can sense how I feel about you, is that what you're saying?'
Quatre nodded hesitantly, unsure of what to say. The emotions he could sense from Trowa were chaotic, and he was having trouble discerning them; admiration, friendship, sympathy, loyalty and; Quatre sat up quickly his eyes searching Trowa's.
'Y-you love me?'
Trowa said nothing and merely looked away, fingering the hem of his tunic apprehensively. Quatre sat unmoving, shocked into silence and was close to not noticing when the ranger abruptly stood up and headed towards the door whispering 'I'm sorry.'
Shaking himself from his astonishment, Quatre ran to the door to block the other man's exit gasping as pain shot though his side.
'Trowa please, don't go!' he begged, his eyes pleading. 'I was surprised that was all, you have nothing to be sorry for, please!' He moaned, grasping desperately at whatever was closest as his head swam and his legs gave way.
Strong arms immediately caught him, and pulled him close, allowing him to catch his breath; expecting to be helped back across the room Quatre gave an indignant yelp of surprise as he was lifted up against a lean chest and deposited gently on the bed.
He struggled to sit up only to have gentle but firm hands prevent him. 'Trowa please, for gods sakes let me up!' He grumbled in exasperation. 'I need to speak with you and I can't do that lying down here!'
The hands left him and for a moment Quatre was crestfallen with their loss, sitting up he moved closer so he could take hold of the ranger's hand to ensure he didn't try to leave again.
They sat in an awkward silence for a moment before Quatre spoke. 'Trowa. I'm sorry I acted like that, it was cruel of me, y-you just caught me by surprise that was all, do you - do you truly love me?'
Trowa looked thoroughly miserable and refused to meet the blonde's gaze, fixing his stare on the stone floor instead. 'Yes' he said grudgingly before once again falling silent.
Quatre frowned. 'I-I don't understand why, how, you only met me yesterday. Trowa?'
The ranger shook his head. 'Haven't you ever felt like there was something watching you as you hunted in the forest Quatre? Didn't you ever feel that there was someone there bar yourself?' The blonde's head shot up his hand tightening around Trowa's. 'T-that was you?!?'
Trowa nodded, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you, it's just that every time I saw you, you seemed so peaceful and serene, I felt calm just being near you. I never thought we would ever meet. Though I used to dream about what it would be like if we did, what you would be like, and then when I finally met you, you were so much more than I had ever imagined Quatre! You have a passion for life I have never seen before; just being close to you makes me feel so alive!' He fell silent again but finally raised his eyes to meet Quatre gaze.
The blonde's eyes seemed almost a window to his soul. Deep aqua pools showed acceptance, forgiveness, compassion and the hint of a love Trowa had never even dreamed he might return. Trowa began to say something but Quatre laid a finger over his mouth.
'I-I think I could learn to love you too Trowa,' he whispered before leaning forward to replace the digit with an experimental brush of his lips, letting his eyes slip shut as his mouth caressed soft skin.
Opening his eyes, Quatre pulled away from the stunned man on the bed and smiled at him as he ran a hand through Trowa's hair. 'Don't ask why Trowa,' he whispered catching the brunettes hand and placing it on his chest above his heart, moving his own hand to the same place on Trowa's chest, 'just feel.'
Then he once again closed the gap between them keeping their hands in place. It took a couple of seconds for Trowa's shock to abate, but once it did he returned the kiss with passion, deepening it and earning a moan of approval from Quatre as he slipped his tongue past the blonde's teeth and began to explore his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Trowa reached forward and tugged at Quatre's arms, the blonde obeyed and raised them above his head so Trowa could pull the tunic he wore from his body and throw it on the floor behind them.
Laying Quatre back onto the bed, Trowa gently traced the black veins around the blonde's wound with his finger. 'The goddess heals me, they will be gone by morning,' Quatre told him as he caught Trowa's face with his hands, and pulled him down for another breath robbing kiss.
'Is that why it hurts you so?' Trowa asked as he pulled away, and the blonde nodded. 'She speeds up the healing process, but she cannot remove the pain so it is concentrated into a short space of time instead of being spread over a longer period.'
Trowa sighed, his breath gliding across the blonde's bare chest, making Quatre shiver. 'Then you must be in much pain,' Quatre merely smiled, his hand slipping down to dance across the bulge in Trowa's hose.
'Then, my dear Trowa, why don't you take my mind off it?'
Trowa gasped as Quatre's wandering hand cupped his straining erection and he leaned down to kiss the blonde's neck. 'An excellent suggestion my lord' he purred as he removed his own shirt and settled next to the blonde on the bed.
Quatre went rigid as Trowa began his exploration of the blonde's body, his hands moving steadily downward, pausing only briefly to tease already hardened nubs, then continuing until they met with the fabric of Quatre's hose.
The blonde lifted his hips slightly to help as Trowa removed the confining cloth, and once he had thrown the hose in the vague direction of Quatre's other clothing, the brunette paused briefly to take in the perfection spread out beneath him.
Quatre blushed slightly under his gaze, but made no move to cover himself, content to let Trowa's eyes roam over his figure.
'Never in my wildest dreams did I think this possible.'
Trowa whispered before moving to claim another kiss from the blonde, who responded with vigour, slipping his tongue into the brunette's mouth, his nails grazing their way down Trowa's back as the ranger's hands resumed their downward journey.
Trowa broke the kiss and moved his assault to the blonde's neck as his hands began to kneed the sensitive part of Quatre's upper thigh, causing his new lover to let out a strangled moan as he arched into Trowa's burning touch.
Quatre whimpered as Trowa sat up slightly to catch his breath, but was soon quieted as Trowa's hands moved towards his own breaches, slipping them down over slim hips and thighs before they joined the pile of clothing on the floor.
Quatre delighted in the sight in front of him, taking in everything from Trowa's powerful arms and toned stomach to the soft curving lines of his hips and calves. 'This,' Quatre thought, 'was perfection.' A complacent smile crossed his features. 'All mine,' he whispered before grasping hold of the brunette's wrist and pulling him down on top of him.
Trowa shifted slightly as he fell, being careful not to fall on Quatre's injured side, and both men gave a hiss of surprise as their arousals brushed together, sending waves of pleasure surging through their bodies.
Any further exclamations were muffled as Quatre pulled Trowa's head down to claim another kiss, his arms wrapping themselves round the brunette's waist as he crushed their bodies together.
Both young men were panting as they broke the kiss. Quatre felt like he would explode if Trowa didn't touch him soon, so he told the brunette exactly that and Trowa chuckled. 'Your will my lord,' he murmured sarcastically, and Quatre slapped playfully at his rear.
'Quit jesting Trowa, please!'
Quatre emphasised his point by arching his hips up against Trowa, letting out a passion-fuelled moan as his arousal brushed up against the ranger's chest.
Taking pity on the young man beneath him, Trowa reached down between them and was rewarded with a gasp as he wrapped his hand firmly around Quatre's erection.
Panting, Trowa fell in a boneless heap beside the blonde who still drew shuddering breaths beside him as he recovered from his climax. Rolling onto his back, Trowa gave a silent prayer for the fact they lay on a double bed and not the small pallet he had been assigned as he slipped gentle arms around Quatre's waist and pulled him close against his body.
Pulling the sheet over them and using it to quickly clean their bodies, he rested the blonde's head on his chest and ran his fingers through damp hair as he waited for Quatre to come back to him.
It didn't take long for the young man to stir and Quatre raised his head slightly to look into Trowa's eyes, he smiled at him and lifted his head so he could brush a chaste kiss across the brunette's lips.
Trowa returned the smile fondly as Quatre's head slipped back onto his chest and a slim arm snaked across his waist to dangle over him. 'What are we going to say to the others?' Trowa asked, a slight edge of apprehension to his voice.
Quatre yawned and placed a kiss on Trowa's chest. 'Don't worry about it, I'll deal with it in the morning. It wont be a problem,' he murmured before his breathing became heavy and he finally slept.
Smiling to himself in the darkness, Trowa had to pinch himself to check that it all wasn't just a dream, and he prayed to Quatre's goddess that his love would still be in his arms when he woke.
TBC.
Disclaimer: As always I make no claim to Gundam Wing or any of its characters!
A/N: Thanks for reviewing everyone! I'm really glad you all seem to be enjoying this! Part Seven has been doctored slightly to keep within the R rating (don't you just love this new rating system). The full version will eventually be up on my website.which will eventually be updated when I get internet access in my room 'cause at the moment I'm having to use the university computers and I don't have to software here to do it ^_^
A big thank you to Katie for beta reading this and correcting my terrible grammar!
Anyway I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading!
FALCON'S REVENGE
Part Seven - Bonds
'What were you thinking!' Heero roared at the young lord, leaping from his chair and storming towards the blonde. Quatre for his part didn't even flinch as the furious captain came at him and his face remained impassive.
'There was little alternative, Heero. Our forces have been destroyed and our city burnt to the ground. Although we are part of the kingdom, we have stayed neutral in all the recent wars and blood feuds, refusing to ally ourselves with any one side. This has not endeared us to any of our neighbours.you know this! I find it hard to believe there would be many willing to risk a confrontation with Try-o-Gun for our benefit.'
The captain snarled but moved to slump back into his chair. 'There must be another way my lord, we'll find one, then you won't need your goddess and you won't have to die, right?'
Quatre looked away a pained expression on his face. 'Right!?' Heero raised his voice again as he continued to glare at the blonde.
Quatre stood up wincing slightly but waved Trowa back as the man moved to help him. 'Once a person has made a pact with the one goddess it cannot be broken, Heero, there is no alternative now, the decision has been made and it cannot be changed, I'm sorry.' He gave his companions a pleading look but when no further comment came he sighed and his shoulders sagged.
He crossed the room with his head hung turning to look back at them before he left. 'I will understand if you do not wish to accompany me on this journey, I will leave for Setadon tomorrow.' He seemed for a moment to be about to say something else but decided against it, leaving the room silently and closing the door softly behind him.
Quatre lay despondently on the innkeeper's small double bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling of the room. He could not sleep, though his body begged him for it; the combination of the pain in his side and the fear that his companions would leave him and he would have to make his journey alone weighed heavily on him and banished any hopes of slumber.
He was startled to hear a soft knock at the door and for a moment wondered if he had finally dropped off and it had been his imagination until another gentle knock came. Shifting and sitting up Quatre called for whoever it was to enter and was caught by both a sudden surge of joy and wave of panic as Trowa silently entered the room.
The ranger hovered nervously by the door his face betraying his uncertainty. Quatre tried to smile reassuringly and patted the bed beside him, beckoning Trowa to sit.
Slowly Trowa moved to the bed and sat on the edge, his bearing that of a man poised for flight at any second. 'He's here to tell me he does not wish to come,' Quatre thought, suddenly battling to hold back the tears that threatened to shame him.
The blonde took a deep breath to calm himself before beginning to speak. 'It is alright if you do not wish to come, Trowa, this has nothing to do with you and I would never be angry with you for not wanting to put your life in danger for someone you have only just met. You are free to return to your home town or to find your sister without dishonour, though you will always be welcome here should you wish to stay.'
The ranger blinked rapidly his surprise evident. 'You thought I came up here to tell you I would not accompany you?' he asked, his manner slightly wounded.
Quatre shook his head at a loss at what to say. 'Are you telling me that you did not?'
The blonde's obvious confusion caused Trowa to chuckle slightly, alleviating some of the tension in the room.
'I came here to tell you that we discussed the matter at length once you had retired and Wufei, Heero, and myself will accompany you on your journey. The Lady Relena and Wufei's lover Sally will remain here to supervise the restoration of the city,' he paused for a moment to consider his words. 'Heero asked me to warn you that he will try everything he can think of to break the pact you have made with your goddess, he wanted you to understand that.'
Quatre could no longer hold back his relief and gave a small cry as he placed his hands on Trowa's shoulders and embraced him fondly.
'I am so glad,' he whispered. 'Tell Heero I do not mind him trying, though he must understand that I do not believe there is a way, and that if I am right he must not interfere when the time comes for me to pay my debt.'
Trowa nodded solemnly. 'He already knows this my lord, we all do,' he broke off suddenly looking away and Quatre could feel agitation and anxiety emanating from him.
The blonde pulled back from the embrace and slid closer to the green-eyed man on his bed. 'What is the matter Trowa? Was there something else you wished to speak to me about?'
Trowa's head snapped up his eyes wide as he sought Quatre's gaze. 'How could you know that? I pride myself on being able to hide my emotions; why is it that you seem to be able to read me like a book?'
This time it was Quatre's turn to chuckle and he laid his head against Trowa's chest, just above his heart, paying little heed when the ranger's body stiffened at his touch.
'Another mark of those destined for the priesthood is the ability to feel other people's emotions. I do not advertise the fact that I possess this gift as it makes many people uncomfortable, I am sorry if I have alarmed you Trowa.'
The other man shook his head. 'You're an empath, so you can sense how I feel about you, is that what you're saying?'
Quatre nodded hesitantly, unsure of what to say. The emotions he could sense from Trowa were chaotic, and he was having trouble discerning them; admiration, friendship, sympathy, loyalty and; Quatre sat up quickly his eyes searching Trowa's.
'Y-you love me?'
Trowa said nothing and merely looked away, fingering the hem of his tunic apprehensively. Quatre sat unmoving, shocked into silence and was close to not noticing when the ranger abruptly stood up and headed towards the door whispering 'I'm sorry.'
Shaking himself from his astonishment, Quatre ran to the door to block the other man's exit gasping as pain shot though his side.
'Trowa please, don't go!' he begged, his eyes pleading. 'I was surprised that was all, you have nothing to be sorry for, please!' He moaned, grasping desperately at whatever was closest as his head swam and his legs gave way.
Strong arms immediately caught him, and pulled him close, allowing him to catch his breath; expecting to be helped back across the room Quatre gave an indignant yelp of surprise as he was lifted up against a lean chest and deposited gently on the bed.
He struggled to sit up only to have gentle but firm hands prevent him. 'Trowa please, for gods sakes let me up!' He grumbled in exasperation. 'I need to speak with you and I can't do that lying down here!'
The hands left him and for a moment Quatre was crestfallen with their loss, sitting up he moved closer so he could take hold of the ranger's hand to ensure he didn't try to leave again.
They sat in an awkward silence for a moment before Quatre spoke. 'Trowa. I'm sorry I acted like that, it was cruel of me, y-you just caught me by surprise that was all, do you - do you truly love me?'
Trowa looked thoroughly miserable and refused to meet the blonde's gaze, fixing his stare on the stone floor instead. 'Yes' he said grudgingly before once again falling silent.
Quatre frowned. 'I-I don't understand why, how, you only met me yesterday. Trowa?'
The ranger shook his head. 'Haven't you ever felt like there was something watching you as you hunted in the forest Quatre? Didn't you ever feel that there was someone there bar yourself?' The blonde's head shot up his hand tightening around Trowa's. 'T-that was you?!?'
Trowa nodded, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you, it's just that every time I saw you, you seemed so peaceful and serene, I felt calm just being near you. I never thought we would ever meet. Though I used to dream about what it would be like if we did, what you would be like, and then when I finally met you, you were so much more than I had ever imagined Quatre! You have a passion for life I have never seen before; just being close to you makes me feel so alive!' He fell silent again but finally raised his eyes to meet Quatre gaze.
The blonde's eyes seemed almost a window to his soul. Deep aqua pools showed acceptance, forgiveness, compassion and the hint of a love Trowa had never even dreamed he might return. Trowa began to say something but Quatre laid a finger over his mouth.
'I-I think I could learn to love you too Trowa,' he whispered before leaning forward to replace the digit with an experimental brush of his lips, letting his eyes slip shut as his mouth caressed soft skin.
Opening his eyes, Quatre pulled away from the stunned man on the bed and smiled at him as he ran a hand through Trowa's hair. 'Don't ask why Trowa,' he whispered catching the brunettes hand and placing it on his chest above his heart, moving his own hand to the same place on Trowa's chest, 'just feel.'
Then he once again closed the gap between them keeping their hands in place. It took a couple of seconds for Trowa's shock to abate, but once it did he returned the kiss with passion, deepening it and earning a moan of approval from Quatre as he slipped his tongue past the blonde's teeth and began to explore his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Trowa reached forward and tugged at Quatre's arms, the blonde obeyed and raised them above his head so Trowa could pull the tunic he wore from his body and throw it on the floor behind them.
Laying Quatre back onto the bed, Trowa gently traced the black veins around the blonde's wound with his finger. 'The goddess heals me, they will be gone by morning,' Quatre told him as he caught Trowa's face with his hands, and pulled him down for another breath robbing kiss.
'Is that why it hurts you so?' Trowa asked as he pulled away, and the blonde nodded. 'She speeds up the healing process, but she cannot remove the pain so it is concentrated into a short space of time instead of being spread over a longer period.'
Trowa sighed, his breath gliding across the blonde's bare chest, making Quatre shiver. 'Then you must be in much pain,' Quatre merely smiled, his hand slipping down to dance across the bulge in Trowa's hose.
'Then, my dear Trowa, why don't you take my mind off it?'
Trowa gasped as Quatre's wandering hand cupped his straining erection and he leaned down to kiss the blonde's neck. 'An excellent suggestion my lord' he purred as he removed his own shirt and settled next to the blonde on the bed.
Quatre went rigid as Trowa began his exploration of the blonde's body, his hands moving steadily downward, pausing only briefly to tease already hardened nubs, then continuing until they met with the fabric of Quatre's hose.
The blonde lifted his hips slightly to help as Trowa removed the confining cloth, and once he had thrown the hose in the vague direction of Quatre's other clothing, the brunette paused briefly to take in the perfection spread out beneath him.
Quatre blushed slightly under his gaze, but made no move to cover himself, content to let Trowa's eyes roam over his figure.
'Never in my wildest dreams did I think this possible.'
Trowa whispered before moving to claim another kiss from the blonde, who responded with vigour, slipping his tongue into the brunette's mouth, his nails grazing their way down Trowa's back as the ranger's hands resumed their downward journey.
Trowa broke the kiss and moved his assault to the blonde's neck as his hands began to kneed the sensitive part of Quatre's upper thigh, causing his new lover to let out a strangled moan as he arched into Trowa's burning touch.
Quatre whimpered as Trowa sat up slightly to catch his breath, but was soon quieted as Trowa's hands moved towards his own breaches, slipping them down over slim hips and thighs before they joined the pile of clothing on the floor.
Quatre delighted in the sight in front of him, taking in everything from Trowa's powerful arms and toned stomach to the soft curving lines of his hips and calves. 'This,' Quatre thought, 'was perfection.' A complacent smile crossed his features. 'All mine,' he whispered before grasping hold of the brunette's wrist and pulling him down on top of him.
Trowa shifted slightly as he fell, being careful not to fall on Quatre's injured side, and both men gave a hiss of surprise as their arousals brushed together, sending waves of pleasure surging through their bodies.
Any further exclamations were muffled as Quatre pulled Trowa's head down to claim another kiss, his arms wrapping themselves round the brunette's waist as he crushed their bodies together.
Both young men were panting as they broke the kiss. Quatre felt like he would explode if Trowa didn't touch him soon, so he told the brunette exactly that and Trowa chuckled. 'Your will my lord,' he murmured sarcastically, and Quatre slapped playfully at his rear.
'Quit jesting Trowa, please!'
Quatre emphasised his point by arching his hips up against Trowa, letting out a passion-fuelled moan as his arousal brushed up against the ranger's chest.
Taking pity on the young man beneath him, Trowa reached down between them and was rewarded with a gasp as he wrapped his hand firmly around Quatre's erection.
Panting, Trowa fell in a boneless heap beside the blonde who still drew shuddering breaths beside him as he recovered from his climax. Rolling onto his back, Trowa gave a silent prayer for the fact they lay on a double bed and not the small pallet he had been assigned as he slipped gentle arms around Quatre's waist and pulled him close against his body.
Pulling the sheet over them and using it to quickly clean their bodies, he rested the blonde's head on his chest and ran his fingers through damp hair as he waited for Quatre to come back to him.
It didn't take long for the young man to stir and Quatre raised his head slightly to look into Trowa's eyes, he smiled at him and lifted his head so he could brush a chaste kiss across the brunette's lips.
Trowa returned the smile fondly as Quatre's head slipped back onto his chest and a slim arm snaked across his waist to dangle over him. 'What are we going to say to the others?' Trowa asked, a slight edge of apprehension to his voice.
Quatre yawned and placed a kiss on Trowa's chest. 'Don't worry about it, I'll deal with it in the morning. It wont be a problem,' he murmured before his breathing became heavy and he finally slept.
Smiling to himself in the darkness, Trowa had to pinch himself to check that it all wasn't just a dream, and he prayed to Quatre's goddess that his love would still be in his arms when he woke.
TBC.