Everlasting Love

by Sarit

This is a Quatre fic. 3x4xOriginal Character. What would happen if Quatre was forced to get married? What would happen with his relationship with Trowa? Would Trowa stand for it? Also 1xR, 5xS & 2xH pairings.

5. Chapter 5 - The Meeting

Chapter 5 - The Meeting

Author's Note:  This chapter contains lemon!  So if you're underage, go away!  *snicker*

The companions entered the Winner Family Estate, walking down a cobblestone road toward the main house.  Staring in wonder, none of them would believe the beauty they encountered.  Directly in front of them was a large circular fountain.  Made of white marble, with flecks of black, it shone in the sunlight.  A large statue of a phoenix, in red marble, stood in the center.  The phoenix's beak was open in a silent scream as its wings were outspread in flight.  Water cascaded from its beak to spill into the pool at its feet.

To their left, was a garden.  Unable to see it very well from their vantagepoint, they could smell the beautiful and exotic scents the foliage gave off.

To the right was a large ocher colored building.  Quatre said it was the stable.  Easily large enough to accommodate 50 horses, it was surrounded by a large pasture. 

In the center, was Quatre's house.

House was too mild a term.  The Winner Family Home was easily a mansion.  The architecture was reminiscent of the old Arabic temples on Earth.  Etchings covered the walls and double doors.  Upon closer inspection, the etchings depicted scenes from the religious book, the Koran.  Rose in color, the mansion was breathtaking in its beauty.

Gesturing for them to follow, Quatre approached.  Just as he reached the doors, they opened.  Out walked a short man, obviously a porter.  Upon seeing Quatre, the man embraced the younger man warmly.

"Master Quatre!  It is good to see you.  We have been expecting your arrival.  Are you well?  What happened to your arm?"  The porter looked at Quatre with concern.

"I'm fine Rekid.  Nothing a little rest won't cure."

Looking at Quatre, obviously not believing him, he shrugged.  "Well, no matter.  Let's get you and your friends settled.  I will take you to your chambers.  Please follow me."

Following Rekid, the companions failed to notice a dark shadow in an alcove, watching them.

*           *           *           *           *

Hilde paced back and forth, restless.  After they had been shown to their rooms, she had chosen to freshen up.  After a quick bath, she had changed into new clothes.

Her room was quite luxurious.  She had a four poster bed with curtains.  A large vanity and a huge walk-in closet.  The closet, consisting mainly of native dress, was extensive.  Choosing a silver and blue pantaloon outfit, she dressed quickly.

Boredom quickly set in.  Where were the others?  Unable to sit still, she decided to explore the garden.  Opening the double French doors, she proceeded to explore the extensive gardens.

*           *           *           *           *

Duo knelt to admire a lovely rosebush.  After dressing, he fidgeted in his room until he could stand the isolation no longer.

He wondered where Hilde was.  She must be going crazy, all this inactivity.  At the thought of Hilde, he smiled.  He really cared about her.  Her friendship had helped him a great deal during the war.  Whenever he thought of her, he felt whole.

Walking along an avenue, he turns a corner and promptly runs into a young woman.  Mortified, he tries to apologize.

"I am soooo, sorry miss.  Are you alright?  Did I hurt you?  If so, I'll make amends, I swear...."  He trails off when he looks into the blue eyes of Hilde.

Hilde glares at Duo.  "Watch where you're going, Maxwell!"

Duo gulps.  "Sorry."  Looking at her again, his body tightens.  She was exquisite.  The sheer blue material of the pantaloons and embroidered top was beautiful.  The Winner Family emblem was embroidered over her left breast in silver thread.  She was so beautiful.

Fighting his rebellious body, he extends his arm to her.  Pushing aside her vexation at him, she accepts and they walk back to the mansion together.

*           *           *           *           *

Quatre grimaced as the physician examined his arm.  Dressed in new clothes, a doctor had come to examine his arm.  Nodding at the well-set arm, the doctor places a special bandage around the injury.

"Are we almost done yet?"  Quatre asks plaintively.

Looking at his charge, the doctor smiles.  "You haven't changed any, young man.  Be patient.  We're almost done."

Quatre nods.  Due to advanced medical techniques, his arm would be back to normal in a few days.  Once finished, the doctor bows and leaves.

Straightening his clothes, Quatre exits his room and walks to the foyer in the east wing of the mansion.  Inside, his friends have gathered.  All have changed into native dress.  Quatre clears his throat.  They look up and see him waiting.

"If you'll follow me, we can get this nonsense with my uncle finished and go home."  Quatre smirks.  They grin in return.  Following Quatre, they walk down corridors filled with expensive pieces of art.  The mansion seemed more like a royal palace than a rich family's home.

Arriving at his uncle's study, a servant bows to Quatre and opens the door.  Quatre and his friends walk in as the door is shut behind them.

Safir Kor Winner is seated behind his desk.  At the sound of the door closing, he looks up.  Smiling at the sight of his nephew, he rises and embraces Quatre.

"Nephew!"

"Uncle!"

Both greet each other with love.  "I am glad you could come.  I heard about your misfortune.  I am sorry about that.  Your shuttle should never have been given such a horrible hanger assignment.  I will see to that.  You were not hurt too badly, I hope?"

Quatre shook his head.  "Nothing to worry about, uncle.  I am fine.  I would like to introduce you to my friends."  Quatre gestures to his friends.  "This is Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Hilde Schbeiker, Trowa Barton and Chang Wufei."

Safir nods.  "Ah, yes.  You're fellow Gundam pilots.  It is a pleasure to meet you all.  Quatre speaks highly of you."

Quatre blushed.  The others look at Quatre with amusement.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."  Hilde replies.

Safir smiles.  "I would love to spend time to speak with all of you, but I have some important matters to discuss with Quatre.  I am sure you understand."  It was clearly a dismissal.

Quatre stiffened at his uncle's apparent rudeness.  Trowa reaches out and places a comforting hand on Quatre's arm.  The others turn and leave, returning to the foyer.

Quatre turns to his uncle when the last of his friends leave.  Safir gestures to a seat in front of his desk.  Quatre reluctantly sits.  "What did you want to discuss with me, uncle?"

Safir sits and contemplates his nephew.  The young man certainly had changed.  He would have to prey the young man's sense of duty and responsibility to win this upcoming argument.

"Quatre, I am concerned.  Concerned about you and our family.  You are the heir to the family business.  If something were to happen to you, our family would no longer exist.  I cannot have children.  It is up to you to continue the family line."

Quatre glared.  This was an old argument between him and his family.  "You know my views on this, uncle."

"Yes, nephew.  I do.  However, matters have progressed.  There is no longer any time to coddle you.  Your father spoiled you and blinded you to the realities of the world.  You must get married."  Before Quatre can interrupt, Safir continued.  "Therefore, I have made arrangements with a prominent local family.  Their daughter is of marriageable age.  The wedding will take place in a month's time."

Quatre was speechless.  The wedding will be held in a month?  "What have you done?!  How could you go behind my back with this?!"  Quatre cried in rage.

Safir surveyed his nephew coldly.  "Your responsibilities to your family come before yourself.  You have put this off ever since you were of marriageable age.  No longer.  You will marry this girl."

Trying to hold in his anger, Quatre asked, "What's her name?  How did this "arrangement" come about?"

"Her name is Sarit Arania Kormit.  Her family owns a large piece of land in the outskirts of the colony.  They came to me for financial aid."

"So you used their need for your own ends."  Quatre stated flatly.

Safir pierced his nephew with a glare.  "Do not attempt to place moral judgements on me, boy.  Until you are of age, I make the decisions.  In three years time, you will take over this business.  At that time, you may make any foolish decision your little heart desires, but until that time, I make the decisions!"

Quatre looked down.  His uncle was right.  No matter how much he despised his uncle's methods, he was in control until his 21st birthday.

"What if I refuse?"

Safir sat back.  He had expected this.  "Of course, you may refuse.  If this happens, I will give the Kormit family my sincerest apologies."

"Apologies?  For what?"  Quatre asked, puzzled.

"For the dissolvement of our contract, of course.  They are a poor family.  Their daughter's marriage to you is the only thing of value they have to offer.  If this marriage does not go through, well...I'm afraid that the contract will have to be declared null and void."

Quatre glared at his uncle.  He had no choice in the matter.  Safir had seen to that.  "And if I do, they will starve."

Safir shrugged.

Quatre looked down in despair.  What could he do?

"Well, nephew?  What is your decision."  Safir queried.

Quatre sighed. 

"Alright.  My answer is yes.  I will marry this girl."

*           *           *           *           *

The door opened and in walked Quatre.

Trowa and the others were waiting patiently in the foyer for their friend to return from his meeting with his uncle.  Trowa was worried about Quatre.  He was initially worried about his relationship with his uncle.  From what Quatre said, his uncle was very unyielding.  When his uncle asked them to leave (in a manner of speaking), Trowa tried to give Quatre some reassurance.

Now that Quatre had returned, he looked at his friend for any sign of trouble.  He found it.  Though he was trying to act nonchalant, Trowa could see the hurt and anguish in his face.

"Hey, guys!  How are things?  Is everything to your liking?  Do you need anything?"  Quatre asked cheerfully.

Heero and the others looked at Quatre with concern.  He seemed fine, but...

"Did everything go okay, Q-man?"  Duo asked.

"Oh, sure.  No problem."  Quatre replied.

Trowa stood and approached Quatre.  He stood and looked into his friend's eyes.  Quatre tried to avert them, but Trowa forced him to look in his eyes.  Quatre's lips twitched.  He turned his head away.  "No.  Nothing is okay."  He then proceeded to tell them what had happened.

When he finished, the others were in a state of shock.  He was being forced into marriage?  With a girl, he never even met?

Trowa guided Quatre to a couch to sit.  Quatre sat despondently, not noticing anything.  Trowa put his arm around his friend.  He felt bad for Quatre.  What was strange, though, was this news hurt deeply.  Not because of the unfairness to Quatre, but to him.  And why, why did his heart hurt so much at the thought of Quatre with someone else?

*           *           *           *           *

Heero stepped out of the foyer while everyone was preoccupied with Quatre.  The unfairness of this whole deal rankled him.  Why would such a thing happen?  Especially to such a gentle young man?

His determination resolved, he entered his room.  Moving to his laptop, which sat on a table, he proceeded to dial up the one person that could help.  In a matter of minutes, a connection was established and the face of the one person who could help appeared.

Relena Peacecraft.

She wasn't just a friend.  She was his girlfriend.  At least, the closest thing he had to one.  They hadn't got to spend very much time together.  Especially after the war.  He still couldn't believe that he had actually wanted her dead.  Come to think of it, if I really had wanted her dead, she would be. he thought to himself.

Relena smiled when she saw whom it was.  "Heero!  I didn't expect to hear from you until next week!"

Heero smiled.  At least, what passed as a smile for him.  "I thought I would call you early.  Are you well?"

She nodded.  Then frowned.  "Okay, what's wrong?  I know that look."

He sighed.  He never could hide anything from her.  He told her what happened with the soldiers.  Her frown deepened at the thought of them in danger.  Then he told her about Quatre's dilemma. 

Relena sighed.  "I'm not sure there's anything that I can do, Heero.  His uncle is right.  According to the law on L4 colony, their family governs a young person until their 21st year.  But I will see what I can do.  When's the wedding?"

"In a month."  Heero answered.

Relena nodded.  "Alright then.  I will do my best.  In any case, I will arrive before then.  Take care my love."

"You too."  The connection dissolved and Heero sat back, contemplating.

*           *           *           *           *

To announce Quatre and Sarit's engagement, a dinner party was arranged for the next night.

Sarit Arania Kormit stared at herself in a full-length mirror in her chambers.  Dressed in her betrothal gown, she was a stunning vision.  She was just about to meet her future husband.

She didn't know what to make of him.  She had to admit he was quite handsome.

That could be a façade, she reminded herself.  His uncle was forcing this marriage.  For all she knew, this Quatre could be as hurtful and arrogant as her other suitors had been.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.  It was time.

Straightening her gown one last time, she opened the door to face her destiny.

*           *           *           *           *

The night of the party, Quatre waited in an anteroom for his uncle.  Sarit and himself were to arrive at the same time.  To show their "love" no doubt. How could my uncle force this on us?  I don't really care about myself, but this girl, she shouldn't have to be forced into something like this!

Quatre looked up from his thoughts as the door to the room opened.  In walked his uncle, with a beautiful young woman on his arm.  Her hair was a deep auburn; piercing blue eyes stared out of thick lashes.  Her dress, an emerald green, brought out the red in her hair.  She was quite beautiful.

"Nephew.  I would like to present Sarit Arania Kormit.  Sarit, this is my nephew, Quatre Raberba Winner."

Quatre bowed as he took her hand in his.  Placing a kiss on her hand, he straightened.  "It is a pleasure to meet you Miss. Kormit."

Sarit blushed.  He was so charming!  "Thank you, sir.  But the pleasure is mine."

Safir smiled.  They seemed to be getting along well.  "I will leave you two to get acquainted.  I will inform you when it is time to make your appearance."  Safir left to attend to matters.

Quatre gestured, and Sarit sat in a chair near a window.  She stared at him intently.  He wasn't like anything that she had imagined.

Quatre sits next to her.  "Sarit, I want you to know that this is not what I had I mind.  If there was another choice, I would see to it that you would not have to got through this."

Sarit stared at him in disbelief.  "What do you mean?  I thought I was your choice.  Did you not choose your bride-to-be?"

Quatre shook his head.  "I had no say in this matter any more than you did.  I am very sorry.  Because of me, you will..."

Sarit shook her head.  She took his hand in hers.  "Do not worry about it.  This was something that neither one of us could stop.  You seem to be a kind and gentleperson.  I hope, in time, that we could be friends."

Quatre smiled.  "I would like that."

Sarit eyed her future husband.  "I must say, you aren't anything like I thought.  When you arrived, I hid in a little alcove in the entryway.  You were nothing like what I had always believed you to be."

"What was that?"  Quatre asked kindly.

"An arrogant, self-righteous bastard.  Like all the others.  I could tell, even then, that you were different."

Quatre gave a whimsical smile.  "I'm glad.  I know this "arrangement" is not what either of us wanted.  Since we'll be spending the rest of our lives together, I think it was high time for us to get to know one another better.  At your leisure, of course."

Sarit smiled in return.  He was kind and gentle, as well as handsome.  "I would like that, my lord."

Quatre looked mortified.  "Please, call me Quatre."

Her smile was like the sunrise.  "Quatre.  And I am Sarit."

*           *           *           *           *

The party was in full swing.

Duo Maxwell, however, was bored out of his mind. Beautiful women surrounded him, and he was bored.  Every time he tried to talk to one, they would gush about his exploits in the war.  How boring was that?!  Tired of the attention, he looked around for his friends. 

Wufei and Heero were nowhere to be seen.  Trowa was hovering around Quatre.  No surprise.  Ever since Quatre told them about his engagement, Trowa was acting like a mother hen. 

Quatre was standing with his intended, Sarit, talking with a local politician.  Despite the reluctance on both parties, they did look good together.

Duo shook his head.  This place was getting to him.  He decided to step outside for some fresh air. 

Walking outside into the garden, he breathed in a lung full of air.  It felt so good to get away from all the people.  Not for the first time that evening, he wondered where Hilde was.  The entire evening was lackluster without her there.

Walking around, he stopped suddenly.  He hurt what sounded like weeping.  Turning a corner, he found a young woman sitting on a stone bench, apparently the source of the weeping.  Approaching tentatively, he realized it was Hilde.  Why was she crying?

"Hilde?"

She looked up.  Tears stained her cheeks.  Anguish was clearly displayed on her face.  Seeing Duo, she turned her head.  "What do you want?  Didn't you have enough of all the beauties fawning over you?"

Taken aback at her harsh words, Duo sat next to her.  "What do you mean?  You know you're the only one for me."

Hilde laughed.  "Yeah, right!  What were all those women doing then?  Discussing the weather?"

Duo took her hand in his.  "Is that why you were crying?  Because you thought I didn't want you anymore?"

Hilde looked away.  How could he know her so well?

"Hilde, look at me."

She shook her head.  Undeterred, Duo raised her chin with his hand.  She looked into his eyes and caught her breath.  What she saw in his eyes scared her.

"Hilde, you mean more to me than anything!  I love you."  Duo pleads with her to understand.  He realizes that she means the world to him.  He would do anything for her.  He would move the stars and planets for her if she asked.

Hilde reaches out and touches his cheek.  Smiling, she guides his lips to hers.  The kiss is sweet and filled with love.  Hilde wrapped her arms around Duo's neck, pulling herself closer.  She loved him so much.  "Duo..."

Duo silenced her with his finger on her lips.  "Shush..." His lips descended to hers.  Lips brush against each other in a tender kiss.  Nibbling her bottom lip, Hilde gasped.  Duo's tongue entered immediately.  Hilde moaned throatily at the sensations his tongue gave her.  Pulling him closer, he deepened the kiss, until both had to break away, or suffocate from lack of air.

Hilde smiled when she saw the love and desire in his eyes.  She never wanted anyone as much as she did now.  Taking Duo's hand, she stands up and guides him to a cluster of trees.  No one would bother them here.  They would have complete privacy.

Before he can say anything, Hilde molds her body to his, kissing him.  Shocked for a moment at her brazenness, Duo wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer against him.

The kiss depended until Duo pulled away.  His eyes are dilated with passion.  Kneeling on the soft grass, Duo pulled Hilde with him.  Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her as he guided her to the ground.

Hilde closes her eyes as her head touches the ground.  This couldn't be real, could it?  Abandoning her lips for the moment, Duo begins to leave a trail down her neck to the hollow of her ear.  Hilde moaned when he took the lobe into his mouth and began to suck vigorously.

Clutching him to her, she slips his jacket off his shoulders.  Leaving her ear, he trails kisses down her throat.  While his lips were at work, his hands weren't idle.  Gently brushing the edges of her breasts, they left a trail of fire wherever they touched.  She moaned, wanting deeper touches.

Taking her mouth in his once again, his hands cupped her breasts.  Hilde gasps as his tongue delves deeply.  His thumbs brush the tips of her nipples and she scrams into his mouth.

Moving his mouth to her neck, Duo deftly unbuttons Hilde's top.  The glory of her chest is bared to his eyes for the first time.  Duo trails kisses from her neck to the valley between her breasts.  Sliding over a firm nipple, his sucking action drives her mad.  Trailing downward, Duo divests her of the rest of her clothing.

Completely naked, Hilde is uncertain.  What would it feel like?  When his lips touch her womanhood she screams.  Entering her with his tongue, he hits her center over and over.  She screams his name with each touch.

Just as she comes, Hilde grabs a handful of his braid and pulls hard.  Shedding the rest of his clothes, Duo lays on top of her as Hilde's heart begins to stabilize.  Looking into her eyes, he mouths, "Are you sure?"

At her nod, his lips take hers.  With a suddenness that surprised her, his cock comes into her.  She moans at the feeling of him insider her, filling her.

Beginning his thrusts, Duo attempts to go slow with her.  Her passion for him, however, doesn't allow for slowness.  Hilde grabbed his braid, drawing his moth to hers.  Her tongue slipped out, sliding between his lips.  Once inside, she stroked the inside of his mouth, her tongue stroking his tongue in a teasing manner.

Duo moaned, his tongue sliding against hers in an intricate dance.  His hands slid down her thighs, cupping her ass.  He stroked her cheeks, sending chills throughout her body.  Rising, sitting on his knees, Duo raised Hilde so her rear was halfway in the air.  The angle of his penetration deepened, causing Hilde to scream into his mouth.  He swallowed her cry, his tongue sliding along hers as his cock slowed, turning into a circular rhythm.

Hilde arched her back and screamed his name.  "DUO!"  She panted as she felt him hit her sensitive sweet spot.  Her head thrashed from side to side, the pleasure almost overwhelming her.  She gasped, reaching out for his braid.  She undid the clasp, letting the long, chestnut strands fall around her.  She gripped his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers once again.

Smirking in the kiss, Duo thrust upwards, his cock brushing against her clit as he thrust into her.  Hilde threw her head back and screamed.  Duo lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting.  He licked the tender skin, leaving a hickey behind.  He continued his explorations down her chest, his tongue sliding along her soft skin.  His mouth licked around her nipple, teasing it.  Biting lightly on her nipple, he moved his hips steadily, slowing the pace, increasing the sensation.

Hilde thrashed and moaned underneath Duo.  Her body was covered in sweat from their intense exertions.  She could feel something...something coming within her.  She couldn't describe it.  It was like a supernova wanting to explode.  "Duo...please..." she begged.

Duo rocked his hips, discarding with the slow rhythm, increasing his pace to a fever pitch.  He didn't want to come until she had.  It was important that her first time was memorable.  His hips changed direction once more, sliding in and out of her, brushing against her inner walls, hitting her sensitive spots.

Gasping, Hilde arched her back upwards, screaming.  Her vision was clouded, all she could see were millions upon millions of tiny lights.  Her body went supernova, consumed with the power of her orgasm.

Duo groaned, feeling her muscles tighten around him as she came.  He pumped into her a few more times, then allowed himself to release, filling her with his seed.  He tried to remember to breath, as everything around him was filled with intense pleasure.  He finally collapsed next to her, making sure not to crush her with his weight.

Hilde snuggled closer to Duo.  The moon was shining brightly in the garden.  The stars had come out not too long ago. 

Pillowing her head on his chest, she marveled at the depth of feeling they shared while making love.  She wanted this night to last forever.

Duo turned his head and kissed her on her forehead.  "I love you, Hilde.  I'll never leave you."

"Promise?" she asks, momentarily frightened at the thought of him leaving her.

Pulling her closer, he nuzzles her neck.  "I swear it by all that is holy.  I love you more than life itself.  We will never be apart."

Drifting into sleep, they cling to each other tightly.

*           *           *           *           *

A dark figure passed the sleeping couple.  Neither stirred at its approach.  The figure briefly contemplated eliminating the couple.  Then thought better of it.  The two might be missed.  Better not to jeopardize its mission too soon.

The figure in black stealthily crept into the Winner Family Estate, awaiting its chance to fulfill its mission.