Notes: Part 4J, the de-lemonized version. I've taken out the lemon portion of this fic but you can find the lemon version in my site.

I Dreamed of Angels

[Part Four J]

"Quatre!"

Trowa ran halfway through the lawn trying to catch up with Quatre. He jogged and then went on to a full run, barely missing colliding with the front door. It was just his luck that Quatre was standing nearby, catching his arm before his face met the ground.

"Yes?" Quatre asked as he helped the half fallen Trowa stand back up.

Trowa whispered something into his ear before chuckling and straightening out his clothes.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because the family's coming over," Quatre answered while trying to find his keys to the door.

"Didn't they come recently?"

"Yes."

"I thought you talked to them about this obsession. Did Ms. Noin talk you into this?"

"Actually, it was your father that won the argument. They were in on it together. Apparently, not seeing your kids for some time can be heartbreaking. He went on to talking about the importance of being close to your family. You know him. So, instead of them visiting every other day," he said and paused to find the right key that fit into the opening. "...they've given us a leeway and turned the waiting period into two weeks."

"Here. Let me get that open," Trowa said and went on his turn to open the door. "So he convinced you too, huh? I thought that argument I gave you would work this time. Maybe it's about time that we get them a hobby."

Finding the correct key, Trowa smiled in triumph and opened the door to find the expected guests already seated. They were comfortable in the lush couch, chattering about different topics while helping themselves to whatever they found in the kitchen. Both Quatre and Trowa stared with their eyes wide and mouths open.

Ms. Noin was picking through the variety of chocolates inside a cherry colored box while Zechs was trying his hardest to open a bottle of champagne. Mr. Barton was there too, giving Zechs pointers on how to properly open the bottle. His words did nothing but add to the aggravation Zechs had toward the uncooperative bottle. A few pulls and grunts later, the cork came flying through the living room, landing right on Trowa's foot.

"Ah, so the kids have returned," Mr. Barton said.

"Don't you think that they're old enough to be called men?"

The two already surprised figures at the door snapped their heads toward the direction of the unfamiliar voice only to be surprised even more. The new female, as they noted, was apparently no stranger to Mr. Barton. She emerged from the kitchen and had four tall, elegant glasses tucked between her fingers.

She waited for Zechs to pour the liquid into the tall glasses and picked up two of them. One was for her and the other one was given to Mr. Barton. She handed it to him and he accepted it with a kiss on the lips.

"Dad, who is that woman?"

Trowa could not believe what he was witnessing.

"See what happens when you don't see your family as often," Ms. Noin interrupted while Trowa continued to stare at his father in question.

"Trowa, I thought that it was time that I settle down. After all, I see that you're doing very well now so I don't have to look out for you as much as I did before. I'm sure that nobody else will have their try at assassination plots."

This did nothing to answer Trowa's question.

Seeing that the problem wasn't going to be resolved soon, the stranger retrieved something from her purse and put on a pair of glasses. She fixed herself up and then smiled at the two by the door before saying something that gave more of a clue as to who she was.

"Children, didn't I tell you to return your books on time?"

Quatre's eyes filled with recognition. He smiled at her and came forward, transferring Trowa's tight grip on his arm to the side of the open door. He then proceeded to shake her hand in greeting. She seemed pleased to see the both of them.

"You boys have grown up fast," she said, looking at Quatre and then at the still stunned Trowa.

"Son, aren't you going to come up and greet her?"

"Yes Trowa, don't to want to meet your new mommy?"

"Noin, stop teasing him."

"Oh come on Zechs. You're no fun."

Trowa continued to stare off into the group but Quatre decided to help him in. The wind was starting to blow foreign pollen, dust and bugs inside and keeping it open longer ensured that they would be cleaning throughout the weekend. Quatre had other plans for the weekend. He pried Trowa's hand off the side of the door and whispered something into his ear.

"At least he'll have a different hobby now. That means we could do a lot more things without them bothering us."

In an instant, it seemed like Trowa snapped back into reality, remembering just what was going on and what he was supposed to do. He stepped into the house and approached his guest, taking her hand in greeting and looking at his father with a smirk.

"I didn't know you had other activities aside from discussing my evil ways over milk and brownies with the servants."

"Don't look too smug because she's part of the discussion group," Mr. Barton said.

Trowa just smiled in response. He was glad that his father had finally found someone. The former librarian was unique in her own way. She was nice but fierce as well. She complemented his father's gentle nature.

"So how did everyone get in?" Trowa asked, looking around to find the guilty party.

"Oh, that isn't important," Ms. Noin replied and then turned to Quatre. "You know, the kids would like it very much if you and Trowa dropped by for a visit."

"Umm, are you sure that they won't harass Trowa? They gave him a concussion the last time we visited."

"Don't worry about it. They just think that his hair is his horns combed down. After all there's no other way to get his hair pointy and in that direction."

"I wonder who gave them that idea?" Trowa asked, momentarily halting the conversation he was having with his father.

"Oh, nobody."

The rest of the afternoon went on with a variety of topics and hearty laughs. Both Quatre and Trowa were delighted to have their family over but a few hours later had them looking for the solace of silence. The past week was very hectic, filled with numerous meetings and tough decisions and now, they were anticipating a weekend of solitude. The friendly visit was welcome but they were looking forward to spending the rest of the week with each other.

Quatre was getting tired as a result of the long week and Trowa was already half asleep. They only way to be alone together was to ask their guests to leave nicely but then these were exceptional guests.

Not being able to stand it any longer, Quatre thought up a plan.

"I need to talk to Trowa about something. We'll just take a little while," Quatre said and excused himself while dragging the drowsy Trowa away.

When they were out of earshot, Quatre caught Trowa's lips in a kiss and brought him right out of dreamland.

"Hmm?"

"Trowa, I think it's time we do what you suggested earlier."

"Aren't they going to notice that we're gone?" Trowa asked while Quatre pulled him into the bedroom.

"That won't be a problem. They let themselves in. I'm sure that they know how to let themselves out too."

"...and you're supposed to be the nice one."

"I heard that. Now it's either we wait for them to leave until the sun comes down, offer them rooms for a sleep over, or take care of the problem right now."

"But isn't..."

Quatre pulled Trowa's hand forward and then whispered something into his ear. It was apparent that Trowa conceded to the argument. He grinned from ear to ear.

"Why you're an even more evil genius that I am," Trowa said and then laughed his familiar, maniacal laugh.

Quatre slapped his hand in Trowa's stomach in response.

"Shh," he said while putting a finger over his lips. "You're starting to scare me too."

Meanwhile, the guests were continuing their chitchat, oblivious to the fact that their hosts were gone for quite some time. They continued to talk, drink, and chew on the variety of treats on the table before them without once thinking about leaving. It was getting late.

"Do any of you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Ah, Trowa!"

Mr. Barton spit out the champagne he was drinking and Ms. Noin almost chocked on the large piece of chocolate she was chewing. Lady Une turned a faint shade of pink, not knowing how to react while Zechs stared at his lap, making noises in his head to forget that he ever heard anything.

"So, as you were saying Zechs," Mr. Barton started, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable silence. "Why was..."

A groan and a loud moan could be heard before Mr. Barton bolted for the coat hanger and retrieved all the coats. He distributed them to their respective owners and ushered everyone out. Within seconds, the living room was vacated, leaving two chuckling victors looking out the window.

"So, how long do you think it's going to be before they forget about that?"

"I doubt that they would."

Trowa opened the door to the bedroom slowly, peering out to see if the guests were, indeed, gone from the vicinity. He frowned when he saw the mess they made and started to approach it and tidy it up before he was stopped by a seductive voice.

"Oh, Trowa," Quatre said. "Would you rather clean that up or come and join your eager husband?"

Trowa licked his lips. The dirty living room just begged to be cleaned. Its call was too strong. Then again, looking at Quatre in his open shirt, a result of their earlier make out session, was enough to lure him in without a second though.

Trowa held out one of his hands while his other hand shut the door. Quatre got off the bed and walked toward him, placing his hand on top of the other. Trowa looked at it, smiled and then placed his lips gently on the offered hand with his eyes locking with the other's. He then invited him closer, delving into Quatre's succulent lips and entwined his fingers with the smaller, delicate ones. Finding more to discover than the sweet cavern of his mouth, he moved on and trailed his lips down the slender neck.

Quatre arched his head back in quiet collaboration and quivered a bit when he felt his shirt slip off his shoulders. What followed the chill were warm, soft kisses that flooded his senses, leaving his mind in a state of euphoria. He became aware of the faint contact of nimble fingers to his back and lips lightly connecting with his skin. What directed his fervid movements was the voice in his mind that reminded him that Quatre was his to keep. He had always been the dearest wish that the misguided boy had longed to attain.

Years of simple existence had done nothing to take away the splendor of being around each other. The mundane activities such as performing household chores and taking part in absorbed conversations were part of the whole picture that made them human. Perhaps even the heavens were envious of their way of life.

That was the way of life that Quatre had longed for. Given the chance to live according to his own and not merely in aid of others was perchance his most contenting triumph. It was a triumph made possible by the person he considered most dear, the same person that now was giving him the greater pleasures that even the most beautiful dream could not provide.

He rose up and caught Trowa's busy mouth in a fiery kiss, putting both hands on either side of his head.

Not soon after, the simply lay on the bed together, content with each other's company. He placed Quatre over his chest, stroking the hair out of his face and rubbing his back, a way of lulling him to sleep.

That night and every night he dreamt of angels in white flowing robes and wide spanning wings. They danced like phantoms before his eyes in a picture perfect scene that radiated grace and purity amongst the clouds. After that he'd wake up to the sun beaming down his face. The childish dreams would be forgotten, leaving him in reality's hold. Nevertheless he'd feel contented because no matter how glorious those dreams were, he always preferred the one already in his arms.