A Last Request
George Michael
Quatre glanced out of the large bay window. The distant stars twinkled back at him, cold and bright. He let out a soft sigh of frustration to which Trowa responded with a slight lift of his head.
"Are you thirsty, Trowa-kun?"
"Aa."
Quatre stood and went over to the small bar, intending to get two glass of water. But then he noticed that gin looked an awful lot like water. In an instant his plan was formed. He stifled a yawn as he brought Trowa's doctored drink to him. He smiled pleasantly as he lifted his own glass of water and took a drink.
It's late
Time for bed
So I sit, and I wait
For that gin and tonic
To go to your head
Trowa was mildly taken aback. He hadn't pinned Quatre as the type to drink hard liquor. But as he watched, Quatre took another sip, seemingly unaffected. Trowa mentally shrugged and took another sip. They sat there, on opposite sides of the room, watching each other drink. Quatre watched as Trowa slowly relaxed into the sofa and his face turned slightly pink. He grinned inwardly. Sugoi! Maybe tonight, he won't leave!
I know
It's a devious plan
But it's the only way that I know
To get those big bad car keys
Out of your hand
Quatre bit his lip as he took the empty glasses back to the counter. For in the mirror, he could that Trowa had gotten up and was walking towards the door. He clinked the glasses down. Kisama!
"Thank you Quatre-kun." Trowa said as he fiddled with the doorknob. Quatre hurried over, making sure to brush against Trowa ever - so - gently.
"Let me get that for you, Trowa…kun."
"Doumo." Trowa navigated down the hall and disappeared from Quatre's view. Tonight, Quatre didn't feel like watching the pilot go; though he knew it was impolite. He turned from the door and bashed his fist into the couch that Trowa had occupied.
"Chik'shou! Kisama! K'so!" Quatre screamed in frustration.
"Quatre-sama?"
"Nani?!" Quatre whirled to face Rashid. "Uh…hai?" Quatre turned bright pink.
"Nothing. Good night, Quatre-sama." Rashid retreated.
You know
That I remain a gentle man
But even so
There's only so much
A gentleman can stand
Sleep with me
Oh, sleep with me tonight
In his room, Quatre stared out at the stars again. He'd given up on sleeping long ago. He looked back down at the floor. After losing solitaire twice he'd decided to let Rashid play 52 card pick-up the next day. Or whoever came along first, wanting to clean his room.
Quatre wondered just where Trowa was. He'd only been able to find an e-mail address. Quatre paced the room, lustful thoughts whirling in his mind. Finally he flung himself on his bed and closed his eyes.
Impure dreams bombarded him almost immediately and when Rashid poked his head in to make sure Quatre was okay, he found the boy holding a pillow and a devilish smile on his face.
My cards are on your table
My dreams are in your bed
Oh, if I was able
I'd be there instead
The next day, Quatre smiled at Trowa. Again. Trowa looked at him quizzically. Quatre steeled himself. He'd talked to Rashid earlier, and the man had told him to just say what he wanted. So he did.
Oh, sleep with me tonight