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Lord of the Flies Act II
Written by Shinimegami & Sarit
Standard disclaimers apply; all Gundam Wing characters and GW references are copy right of their respected artists. Also, any other general references belong to whoever made them. Also, any other general references belong to whoever made them. Additionally, the original novel, Lord of the Flies is the intellectual property and copyright of William Golding.

Being the last of the pilots to be cladded, even if in a scant manner in next to the square root of absolute nothingness, Trowa sat on the edge of the water front, watching the other two pilots. More specifically Quatre, with intentional keen interest in the movement of the small blond pilot. His calm green eyes travelled over the length of his friend's body. He kept an interested eye on the blond, as he swam to the falls. With his solely intentional gaze not for one mere instance wavering, Trowa failed to notice just how closely he was observing his friend. It was although he was almost in a trance like stance of existence. The blood in his veins lanced hungrily, provoking an attack of provocative sensual feelings in his form.

Despite the ecstatic arousal within him, the outward expression that was being worn, told nothing of the emotions that washed over him. His eyes seemed cold, his expression deadpanned neutrally indifferent. That was to anyone who just casually glanced over. But if they took a second, closer glance, they would notice that his green eyes were intensely focused with a dangerously lusting concentration on the blond. But it would take a lot to make note of such a thing, as his long bangs successfully hid the glint that sparked mischievously in his eyes.

Silently he moved out of the last of his clothes and slipped into the water without causing a ripple effect over the surface. He soundlessly swam up behind the unsuspecting Quatre he stood just near the falls. Once directly behind his friend, he momentarily debated if he should or not. It didn't take much to reach an affirmative, assertive decision on this. He stepped right up, pulling Quatre into a gentle embrace.

Quatre stood near the waterfall, his back ridged. Something had just snaked up behind him, pulling against him. He swallowed, looking down. A pair of hands encircled his waist. His eyes widened. Looking up, he saw Trowa, his eyes alight with...something.

Swallowing, he reached out a hand to touch Trowa's cheek. He gazed into the limpid green pools. He sighed, feeling safe and content in his warm embrace. Leaning into Trowa's chest, his aqua eyes stared up into Trowa's green ones. He ran his fingers from his cheek into Trowa's hair.

Turning around in Trowa's embrace, he faced the young pilot. He smiled up at him, his face lighting up. Smirking, he wrapped his own arms around Trowa's waist. He looked out of the corner of his eye to make sure Duo was occupied. Gently, he slipped through the waterfall, pulling Trowa through with him.

Gently moving his hands from around the small, well-toned waist of the small blond that he held in close quarters, very close quarters, their bodies pressing against each other, Trowa cupped his hands around Quatre's face. He brushed back the loose strands of wet hair from his blond friend's face. Once having done that, he brought Quatre's mouth to his in what started off as a gentle, tender kiss. The soft, relaxing gentle nature was soon shattered with an aggressive move on his part to deepen it, driven off sexual hunger. His mouth now was entirely cupped over Quatre's.

Taking his hands down from the lines of Quatre's face, he moved one so it rested around the small waist of Quatre and the other about midback.

Quatre closed his eyes, savouring the feel of Trowa's lips on his. He opened his mouth a little, deepening the kiss. His hands moved from his friend's waist, sliding between them. His fingers made small caresses along Trowa's chest as his fingers moved up, encircling his neck.

He took in the fresh air, clean and refreshing scent of the waterfall and the foliage around them. It was truly a paradise here. He was very glad that they had come here, even if it was unintentional.

Lifting Quatre up after moving his hands onto Quatre's soft, muscular rear, Trowa brought the blond up with ease, so they were at the same height (per say). Pulling back the aggressive nature of his kiss, he relaxed. With him in utter control, he dropped his weight in dead solid bulk to the floor of the small tranquil pond, bringing Quatre with him. He kept both of then below the surface of the water. Gently, he pulled his mouth from Quatre and kissed his friend's neck.

Quatre yelped at the feel of Trowa lifting him. It was...a most unusual experience. Not necessarily unpleasant, but very strange. He looked up at Trowa with wide eyes as the dropped into the pond together. He giggled, feeling the water caress his hot body. He could feel heat travel through his entire body, and he knew it didn't have anything to do with the weather.

He closed his eyes, feeling Trowa's lips on his neck. He gave a soft moan, tilting his head to give his friend better access. His fingers travelled over Trowa's well toned chest, feeling and exploring. His skin was so soft, like baby's skin. Quatre sighed contentedly, allowing the feelings to fill and control him. He didn't think of what they were doing, he just allowed himself to feel.

Slowing exhaling the large amount of natural air that was lodged in his lungs from when he plunged beneath the surface of the water, taking Quatre with him, Trowa continued to slowly trace his mouth over his friend's neck, before coming back to Quatre's lips and firmly replacing his mouth back over his friend's.

They appeared to be on an equal level with each other, until he took over, pushing Quatre beneath him, both still submerged beneath the covering clear water. Taking the dominant position, he opened his eyes for a minute and pulled his mouth back from his friend's and just momentarily stared down, his sights slightly hazed and blurred by the water that embraced them both.

Taking his hand from beneath the rear of Quatre, he gently caressed it over Quatre's chest, teasingly, before resting it on Quatre's face. Gently, Trowa pushed Quatre's head back with his hand and brought his mouth up along the exposed line of his friend's neck before finally again finding the soft lips of Quatre. Instead of a hungry, powerful kiss, this one was light and couldn't barely be felt.

Quatre moaned, though it was muffled through the clear water. He stared up at Trowa with wonder n his eyes. He raised his hand, pressing the fingertips to his friend's face. He trailed a path down his friend's neck, letting the softness entice him further into Trowa's embrace.

He smiled up into Trowa's eyes, watching the water flow around them, running through Trowa's hair. He watched as the perpetual bang that seemed to cover half of Trowa's face waved in the water, exposing his friend's whole face. He blinked, wishing to say like this forever. He slowed his breathing a bit, so to conserve the small amount of oxygen that was in his lungs.

He closed his eyes at the feel of an incredible softness on his lips. It was barely any pressure to it, but it sent chills through him. His heart began to beat faster, his breath quickened a bit. His own lips reached out, touching Trowa's ever so lightly. His hands left Trowa's neck, sliding down his back to caress his sides teasingly.

Nearly choking on the lack thereof air presence in his lungs, as he had exhaled, giving the last of the oxygen that was lodged in his lungs to the water that gently embraced both him and his friend, Trowa let out one last breath before grabbing Quatre gently and pushing him up ahead of himself. He broke the surface of the water after Quatre did. Once again, he was gazing down at his friend. His veins were filled with a pulsing ecstasy, nothing ever felt like that, nothing could compare to the sexual arousal that had been induced by the unique experience. The blood in his body seemed to be nothing more than thin liquid. Everything felt so light...the existence of life thereof lacking any dead bulk weight.

Cupping his hands on Quatre's face, Trowa moved in closely. Their bodies still pressed together passionately. His mouth just barely inches...no less than an inch from Quatre's. His voice was low and soft as he spoke. "My Quatre...aishiteru..."

Feeling the water slide off his skin as they emerged, Quatre gazed up at Trowa. Had he heard correctly? Did he just say I love you? He couldn't believe this. This...was like a dream come true for him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Trowa felt this way for him.

It was a shock, but a pleasant shock. For he felt the same. Had always felt that way. Ever since he first laid eyes on Trowa, there was something about him. Some magnetism that drew him to the silent youth.

He sighed softly, inclining his head forward, pressing his lips against Trowa's. He moved his lips, nibbling on Trowa's bottom lip seductively. "Aishiteru, Trowa-chan...Matsudai."

"Quatre..." Trowa near barely whispered, his voice was barely a caressing breeze against Quatre's ear. He had moved his lips from where they had been to next his friend's ear. He gently bit down on the loose hanging flesh of the lower lobe. He didn't draw blood, nor leave a mark of sorts. He merely allowed for his mouth travel down the expanse of the damp, exposed neck of Quatre. His mouth seemed to be taking on the mind of a professional seductive kyuuketsuki working over the lustful, desiring victim.

The next instance happened in a flash. Once again, Quatre was in front of him, his back pressed up against Trowa' front. With his arms snaked around his friend's waist, the kyuuketsuki method of seduction was made simpler. His mouth was able to get a firm lodge on his friend's throat. His hands rested at the small waist of Quatre, just above the groin area. They barely moved.

Quatre closed his eyes, pressing back against Trowa. He moaned his mind no longer coherent. All he could feel was pure sensation. He moved his neck to the side to give Trowa better access. He was momentarily lost, floating in a sea of pleasure and desire.

Pressing his back against Trowa's front, his left hand reached up, twining his fingers in his friend's hair, urging him on. His other hand rested atop Trowa's. These sensations that were floating around and inside him were almost more than he could stand. He never wanted this to end. He wanted to stay here forever.

The thick falling chute of water that acted as a curtain; turned the pair of pilots into nothing more that a mere pair of joined silhouettes that gracefully stood. The water that fell, landing on the rippling surface of the pond, gently sprayed the pair of pilots that stood, one holding the other in a possessive embrace against the bare, cool flesh of his body. Behind the small blond he held within his grasp, Trowa kept his arms gently wrapped around his friend's waist.

His mouth still acting in a smooth, hungry kyuuketsuki manner traced softly over the exposed neck space that Quatre held out. With his mouth moving as such, a small, uncharacteristic, mirthless soothing chuckle escaped from his throat. It was purely from being solely amused. There was no need to spoken words at such an instance. The only sound that embraced the pilots was the gentle fall of the water that hit the spring.

The sound of the waterfall was entrancing Quatre mused to himself. It was peaceful and serene. Not unlike how he once felt. Now, all his peace was shattered. All he could feel, sense, was Trowa behind him.

He moaned slightly, feeling the intensity of his friend's desire. This was so much more than he ever dreamed. His fingers braided themselves within Trowa's hair, pulling his friends mouth farther down his neck. He closed his eyes, felling the intensity of his emotion fill his body.

It was now a mere matter of second before their bodies became tangled up analogous a pair of long hanging vines in the amazon forest that engulfed and embraced the area. For the pilots to pull themselves apart at a moment's notice, it would take more than a minute. Deep, deeply they had plunged into this state of intoxicating arousing ecstasy, surrendering all common-sense and casting off the voice of reason and falling tea cup over saucer into the sweet stupor that embraced them both so tightly in such a possessive vice. Nothing could lure the pair out of the trance that they had fallen into once engaging in the waltz, stopping in a moment to savour the lustfully plastering taste.

In a short finale, Trowa brought his mouth back over Quatre's, pressing down, applying only light pressure before backing off a bit and just gently biting his friend's lip without drawing blood, yet...

Quatre closed his eyes, a dreamy, blissful look on his face. His eyes opened when Trowa took his bottom lip in his, lightly biting.

His opened, staring into Trowa's deep green eyes. His eyes came alight with mischief. He nipped at Trowa's lips, scrapping his teeth against the delicate skin. Just as Trowa's had done a moment before. He smiled up at the youth, his eyes conveying his deepest emotions.

Each minute's nice, it's a trip to paradise.

That lasted only so long, before the moment was robbed with a horrific scream that came from the braided American pilots who had been swimming on the other side of the curtain falls.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!" He stared in horror as the lynx swam towards him. Escape was futile, as the animal pounced and licked Duo's face.

"WAH! I'm covered in cat slobber!! Make it stop!"

Quatre jumped at the sound of Duo's yell. Inadvertently, he bit down a little too hard on Trowa's lips. He came away, tasting blood. He looked up at Trowa, chagrin on his face. "I...I'm so sorry Trowa! I...I don't mean to hurt you."

Smiling, he reached up, licking the blood away. "My sweet, sweet Trowa."

Trowa nearly jumped at Quatre's small error. "Ow..."

His left eye twitched and he could feel the pulsing pain. He groaned, losing his mind, well, not that it was there already, per say. It was more like he was dazed. He pulled back, bringing a hand up to his mouth.

"K'so...itai zo!"

"Trowa!"

Quatre raised a trembling hand to his friend, concern in his eyes. "I...I'm sorry! It was an accident! I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Eh...nani??!!" It took a minute for it to click in his mind what exactly had just happened. Trowa still appeared slightly stunned by what just happened.

Without warning, Duo, who was unaware of what had been going on, ran back to where the other two pilots were, knocking over Quatre, sending them both down underwater.

"WAH!!!!!"

Quatre fell face first into the cool water. He floundered for a moment, before pulling himself up to the surface. He glared at Duo. "Baka."

Duo pouted. "But that damned lynx slobbered over me!!" He wailed, throwing himself against Quatre, who didn't seem happy with the idea of having being flung up against.

Trowa massively sweat-dropped. "A~hou."

"Geez, Duo! Let go of me!" Quatre pushed Duo off of him. He glared daggers at the braided American pilot. "He won't eat you! He was just trying to show his affection!"

"He seemed to like how I tasted! He had me on his lunch menu! He wanted a delicately torn-Duo covered with a sweet blood sauce to meet his palate of tastes!!!" Duo bawled, pouting big time. He threw his arms back around Quatre's waist and clung on very tightly.

Quatre sweat dropped profusely. "Oi! You are a baka! Duo! You're too big to eat! Now...get...off...ME!!!!"

"Neko...kowai yo!!" Duo was not about to get off. He was still scared.

Sighing, Quatre pushed Duo off him. He took Duo's braid in his hands, yanking it. "Behave or I feed your hair to the 'kowai neko.'"

"NO!" Duo wailed. He clutching his long braid protectively. Stepping back, he made a miscalculation in how step, and tripped. This time, he took the other pilot with him when he splashed down to the bottom like a rock.

Trowa, who was still slightly stunned by the earlier pain from the bite, surfaced after Duo. Needless to say, he wasn't the last bit impressed with the braided pilot. In fact, one might say that the normally inhumanly calm pilot was slightly angered. But he wasn't going to do anything particularly brash. Instead, he coolly reached down and grabbed Duo by the legs, sending the smaller pilot teacup over saucer. Keeping a firm grip on the ankle of the braided pilot, he calmly turned back to Quatre. "Well, so much for a moment of tranquillity."

Quatre blinked. "Yeah...I guess so. Uh...Trowa? I think you can let him up now."

"Fine." With that, Trowa let go of Duo's ankles, sending the poor hapless pilot face first into the sand on the bottom of the crystal clear spring.

Quatre sweat dropped. "Oi..." He watched as Duo sank to the bottom.

When Duo resurface, he was rubbing his face. His curses were muffled, but nonetheless coherent. He turned to face Trowa, who stood silently, listening to the braided pilot rant. "Ow fuck! Why the hell did ya hafta go and drop me in face first?! Shit...fuck...ow...itai zooo!! Fuck that hurt so goddamned much!"

"Oivey...you guys are losing it." Quatre shook his head. He sighed, looking out into the water. His fingers trailed through the cool, clear water. He wished they could all stay here. Stay in this little grotto and never leave. It was so peaceful, so serene.

Duo snorted, tossing his braid over his shoulder, just barely missing hitting the already irritated Trowa that stood just a foot or so away. Sighing, he replied. "Nah, we never it to start with, Quatre!" He gave a cheeky grin.

In response, Trowa sweat-dropped. 'How can anyone possibly be proud of such a thing?!'

Quatre rolled his eyes. "Oi. Enough already! We know you're nuts. Don't advertise it."

"Hai, hai..." Duo brushed it off. He started to wade back to the shore. He glanced back over his shoulder. "It getting near dark, we'd better head back and tell the two losers we're camping with that we came up empty handed."

Quatre made a face. "I...suppose we better." He looked to Trowa, biting his lip. He didn't really want to go. Not now. He didn't want Trowa to be out here all alone, and he knew the green-eyed pilot would never go back with them.

Once Duo was nothing more than a dark silhouette on the other side of the gently rushing down cascading falls, Trowa turned back to Quatre, taking the blond pilot's hands in his. His green eyes purposely glared down, with a dangerous, piercing intent that wasn't threatening. "Quatre, don't go to camp. Don't let Duo go either. If Heero was so eager to have a leader, there's a possibility that the power he's acquired will go to his head."

Quatre looked down at their clasped hands, swallowing. He finally looked up at Trowa. He gave a small, sad smile. "I...I know, Trowa. But...we can't leave them out there, alone. I...I don't want to leave you here...but..."

He sighed, looking down again. "We should at least tell them we're going."

"Hn, if you're sure." Trowa's eyes were narrowed. They weren't at the statement made by Quatre, but rather by the uncomfortable electrical shock that shot down his spine. He shut his eyes for a minute, keeping his breath held, in suspended deep thought. Soon he sighed, gazing back down. He didn't realize Quatre's hands from his. Rather, instead, noting that the wall of the that stood behind Quatre wasn't less than but a foot away.

In an instance, he had the blue-eyed pilot backed up against the wall, at his mercy (technically speaking/per say). with hungry fiery passion, he cupped his mouth over Quatre's, in a completely open fashion.

With Quatre backed up, pressing completely against the wall, their bodies were tightly squashed in anything from sexually arousing quarters to possibly uncomfortable quarters. With this lack thereof distance between the two damp forms, inevitably their groins were pressed together. This provided an intimate burst of sexual passionate electrical arousal in the blood and body of the green-eyed pilot whom merely only became hungry for more.

Quatre's eyes opened wide, momentarily shocked. He'd never expected Trowa to be so...so...hungry! He closed his eyes, moaning. He wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, pulling the young man closer to him.

Sighing, he groaned, feeling Trowa's body pressed up against his. He arched his back, pressing his body closer. His chest rubbed against Trowa's enticingly. His tongue darted out to lick at the wound on Trowa's lip. He allowed the sensations to flow through him. He felt overwhelmed, suddenly. This was so much more than he had ever dreamed possible. He never thought that Trowa would be...so desperate, so passionate. He kissed back, letting his own passion heighten and swirl around his mind.

With his body filled with a heightened insatiable liquid, hot-passionate erotic pulsing aroused desire, fed-off of spicy intimacy, Trowa fed off the passion that had been tossed back in his direction. This merely served as a tool to redirect the electricity that surged through his body, awakening his senses and calling forth a side that remained hidden within the depths of his body, aching for an escape from the trap it was encased thereby within.

With the rapidly increasing speed of his breathing, the electrical bursts of atomic nuclear energy within his body, he wasn't sure how much he could stand-up again before surrendering to. He didn't want to push his friend, but at the same time, refused to fight the passion that embraced his body, subconsciously pushing him beyond all human limitations. Something short of a build-in ZERO system.

His body hungrily ached and longed for a physical joining with the small blond pilot he held within his grasp, so tightly pressed up against his body. The feel of the growing arousal on the exterior of his friend's form, only served to heighten his own arousal and feed his dull pain-filled, unsatisfied hormones.

He remained however, completely oblivious to his own external arousal...he could only feel his friend's. He had to maintain control otherwise, all his senses would surrender over his mind to that of a wild, untamed hungry creature.

Closing his eyes, feeling the passion and desire emanating from his friend. He bit his lip, feeling their bodies pressed up against each other. Quatre could feel his friend's arousal. It was as strong as his own. He knew that he shouldn't...they needed to leave if they were going to come back. He pulled away for a moment, then clamped his lips over Trowa's in a tight embrace.

His hands imitated his body's movements, caressing and sliding over soft skin. His mind was on overload, he couldn't process any information aside from the pleasure. His fingers travelled over the soft, burning skin. They made light designs down the expanse of his friend's leg.

He pulled back, smiling up at Trowa. His mouth came down at the base of his friend's neck, kissing a bath down his chest.

An untamed wild sensation electrocuted his form, freeing the last of the carefully stashed away driving natural hormonal desires into overdrive, asking, begging for fulfilment. His eyes shot open after shutting for a minute, a strange mystically untamed wild glint sparkled within his green eyes. He could feel the pulsing, ebbing sensual emotional caressing his body, as Quatre's movements moved in synchronised timing. Unable to withstand any further lack thereof complete bodily pleasuring satisfaction, and thus giving in to his uncontrollable untamed wild side, Trowa pulled his mouth back, just barely centimetres from Quatre's mouth, staring with a piercing gaze into the blue eyes of the blond. The exchange of glances didn't live long before a powerful move on the part of the green-eyed pilot to shift the position of his friend to make a god position what his next intended move.

Quatre closed his eyes, relishing the feel of his friend against him again. He hadn't thought that Trowa would be so...He didn't know what to call it. Was it from staying out here alone? Or was it just his own feelings?

Shrugging his thoughts away, he buried his fingers in Trowa's hair, pulling him down for an intense kiss. He licked tentatively at the wound on Trowa's bottom lip. He felt overwhelmed with love and desire. He hoped Duo would stay away this time.

Slowly the more lecherous, hidden extremely perverted side that lodges in every male, had emerged from the depths of the form and soul of the green-eyed pilot's body, driving him to seek utter physical control over his small partner. It all happened unknown to either pilot, especially Trowa who was no longer in touch with the reality he had fallen willingly into, surrendering his humanity.

Calmly, he brought his gaze to drink in Quatre's, wallowing in the pleasurous feel of his friend's tongue on his opened, slowly healing wound that still bleed with a thin trickle of scarlet plasmic liquid. Sighing appreciatively, his let his hands sink well below the hemisphere of his friend's waist. They didn't go far, but certainly found new, unknown places to explore. His hands gently caressed the exposed, soft tender flesh of Quatre's ass.

"Quatre..." His mouth rested against his friend's right profile. The exhalation of his breath was no more than a soft, brushing breeze. "My sweet Quatre..." He could feel the rush of his blood in his veins as he uttered his friend's name in a low soft tone. The rhythmic pumping as he was driven further off the edge of what little human sanity he clung to into the abyss of absolute satisfying pleasure.

Moaning, Quatre could feel his own desire heighten at Trowa's touch. It drove him crazy with lust. He wanted to be with Trowa...always and forever. He closed his eyes, letting his tongue rove over his friend's lips. He pried open his friend slips, allowing his own tongue to enter, sweeping inward.

Sliding his hands downward, Quatre touched his friend's soft skin. His hands roved over the hard and muscular chest. He could feel chills flow over his body. The feelings that were filling him were just so intense, he didn't know what to make of them. He'd never felt anything like this. His mind tried to clear of the passion and lust, but Trowa's nearness made it impossible.

His hands no longer obeyed any sense of humanity's law of moral decency, for their restraining leash of domestication was broken, all laws of a proper, civilised society were cast off. Nothing mattered. Here it was just a game of survival and raw eating emotion that tore longingly at the flesh. It blurred the senses, driving even the most level-headed people into tangling web of untamed inhuman lust. It wouldn't be anything more than a mere expression of true hard feelings, that is if both were to succumb to the induced pleasure that whirled around them and not just one that was more passionately hungry than the other.

The hands...they had a mind of their own. The mind that they were brainwashed with was that of a wild animal seeking out nothing but pure sexual relations without any necessary fulfilment in the end. Only a mere burst of sensual pleasure in a mind-boggling instance of intoxicating ecstasy. With this lustful, unnatural desire, nothing held it back from the erotic satisfaction sought.

Trowa's hands were anything but restrained. Just the very action of this reflected how much of the cloak of his fragile moral humanity he clung to when the transport failed and successfully crashed down onto the blustery island paradise, stranding the pilots in a strange place.

No voice of reason was heard in his mind, only the scream of arousal that desired more feed reigned so dominantly.

It seemed to be nothing more than a split second before his hand was below Quatre's ass, gently caressing the extremely sensitive skin, seeking to induce an arousal in reply before any further response was given.

Quatre moaned, feeling overcome with desire and lust. He blinked, feeling strange. This was...not right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was wrong. He loved Trowa...he knew that much. But...this Trowa was...different.

He tried to put his rational mind at work, leaving his lust behind. This was not like Trowa. In all the time he had known the young man, Trowa had never shown any outward signs of affection. None.

And now he was practically jumping him! Quatre pulled his mouth away, shaking his head. "Trowa...we...we can't...This isn't right..."

The bluntness of his friend's hit home, nothing sort thereof a ton of bricks zeroing on a glass building that was built on nothing but toothpicks. Everything ground to a paralysing halt, even his breath seemed drawn in and held, suspended. Trowa blinked, staring down at his small blond haired friend, his mind returning to a realm of sense and sensibility, no longer finding a comforting solace where it had been.

In his mind, something clicked, hard.

He shut his eyes tightly, fighting the tears that started to mercilessly sting them. Reality had set-in. His mind dictated the instance and moment as it existed before him. 'Wha...what am I thinking?! Better yet...what have I almost done...I know what it is...I've come to realize how I feel for Quatre and now...' He couldn't even bring himself to think about what he had nearly been about to do.

He stepped back, his head bowed. "Gomen nasai, Quatre...gomen..."

"Oh, no, Trowa!" Quatre rushed forward, taking Trowa's face in his hands. He reached up, placing a tender kiss on his friend's lips. "Its all right, Trowa. It's all right. There's nothing to forgive you for. You didn't do anything wrong. Its this...place."

He leaned over, resting his forehead against Trowa's. "Its okay. I...think Duo and I should go. We'll be back soon. I promise."

"Demo...Quatre...." He couldn't even look his friend in the eye. Just knowing what he had been about to do sickened him, induced such self-loathing. He turned his face from Quatre's, unable to even have his forehead rested against Quatre. He turned away completely. His body shivered mildly. Trowa wasn't sure how to deal with himself now. This was foreign. He couldn't even rationally handle what had just been exchanged between him and Quatre. Despite having felt as he had for such a while, he couldn't have brought him to do such an act.

His eyes remained shut, concealing the pain that was painted in them.

A thin line of moisture escape the outer duct of one.

Though his breathing seemed calm on the surface, inside, he felt short of air. Everything was constricted.

'What....what's happening....?'

"Oh, Trowa!"

Quatre put his arms around Trowa from behind, resting his head on his friend's back. He held him against himself tightly. There was no sexual emotions to this, just friendship and concern. "Shhhh...It's okay. There's nothing to forgive you for."

He squeezed his friend, hugging him tightly. "I love you. I always have. I don't regret what happened between us. It was special and the most wonderful experience of my life. Thank you for that."

For a moment, Trowa only gazed down at Quatre's hands before encasing them in his own. He gave a small insignificant faint sigh. His eyes rested on his friend's hands. He didn't know how to reply with words, as this too was foreign to him. "Quatre....I..." He couldn't add any more.

'I can't even tell him how I feel...' He reasoned morosely. He gently massaged his friend's hands. 'I wish I could....I wish I knew how to tell him...'

Quatre sighed, feeling the softness of Trowa's hands on his. He abruptly turned Trowa around. Clasping the young pilot's face in his hands, he kissed him. "I know, Trowa. I know its hard to speak. You don't have to. I know. I can feel it. Just know that I love you. Always."

He blinked for a moment, staring up at his friend. He brushed away the lone tear that fell from Trowa's eye. Quatre smiled. "Will you be all right? Until Duo and I come back?"

"H-hai." His voice was barely above a whisper. He briefly touched his hand to Quatre's face and softly kissed his beloved friend on the lips before pulling away. "I'll be fine." He pulled away and submerged his body beneath the water, moving gracefully towards the shore.

Quatre sighed. He watched silently as Trowa headed for shore. Taking a deep breath, he looked around. He would remember what happened here for the rest of his life. It was the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to him.

Turning from the cave, he headed out to shore. He and Duo had to return soon before Heero and Wufei began to look for them.

Sitting in just his black pants, as far away as he could get from the now very affectionate lynx, Duo sat on a rock, casually observing his surroundings. He didn't really notice anything going on behind the falls, as he barely had the ability to make out the faint outlined silhouettes of his fellow pilots. Thus, he was well unaware of the going-ons that coursed. He sighed, looking up when Trowa returned to the shore.

Watching the tall pilot, Duo began to wonder why his two friends hadn't been in sight, especially since he was curious about the grim, disturbed expression bore by the normally expressionless green-eyed pilot. He sighed, turning back to the water, waiting for Quatre to emerge.

In the meanwhile, after dressing in just his plain pants and slinging his shirt over his shoulder, the tallest of the three pilots vanished silently into the thick of the woods without uttering a word. The lynx that he had won over, followed loyally at his heels.

Quatre emerged from the water quietly. He didn't say anything to Duo, just found his clothes and dressed. Once he was done, he sat next to his friend. He looked at the braided American. "You ready, Duo? Are you...sure you wanna do this?"

The braided American gave a rather uncommunicative shrug. It was highly uncharacteristic for him to do such a thing. He turned to face Quatre. "You're having doubts?! If you are, we can see when we get back to camp as to whether or not we abandon the two and vouch for a better place in the woods away from the supposedly power-hungry Heero and his loyal lap-dog Wufei."

He laughed shortly at how he had phrased the last thing he had uttered. He hadn't thought he would be saying such a thing.

"C'mon, Quat...let's head back."

"I....sure, Duo." Quatre got up, following his friend back. He swallowed, watching Duo. There was something wrong. He could feel it. First Trowa was acting strange...now Duo.

'Oh, Allah. I wish someone would come for us. Even OZ. I don't care whom at this point. Something is wrong here...I can feel it.'

The fire was nothing more than mere smouldering embers. Smoke billowed up in thick dark grey clouds, blanketing the area where Heero and Wufei sat together in profound neutral indifference. There was something off about the cobalt blue eyes of the Wing pilot. He didn't seem cold and distant as he had, something had gone to his mind, something that no one would've perceived. He coldly watching through his narrowed eyes the actions of Wufei. He didn't tolerate any rebels or any form of impudent behaviour. This would become more blatant as time wore on. He wanted absolute control. However, unlike most OZ superior officers, his desire wasn't glaring. It was gracefully subtle, as a wolf in sheep's clothing. His desire for this absolute, unquestioned total power was nothing short of a communistic totalitarian line of thinking and operation.

He wanted everything under his scrutiny, nothing was to be anything other than solely perfect in every single aspect. He controlled everything, except the one pilot who had the intelligence of foresight, to see the downside to having such a person as Heero being the leader. He would let that go for now. As long as he had the other three pressed beneath his iron fist, then his contentment was at a reasonable level and no head would roll.

When Duo and Quatre has tried to join the one dissident, Heero's smooth method of persuasion lured back the two pilots, stopping them from totally abandoning the group for the one who supposedly seemed to believe in an anarchy style of rule and government. He had been gentle in his speech, he hadn't threatened. His graceful, skilled wording kept him with at least three pilots tightly secured under the wrath of his thumb.

None squirmed to escape and none longed or lust after the freedom that had been brutally stripped from them. Or at least it seemed none of the three pilots under his reign did...

Wufei was teacup over saucer for Heero's rule that fell nothing short of a communist totalitarian dictatorship. He did what pleased the leader. He was the definition of a loyal follower. He questioned nothing. He did everything as was instructed. He had been transformed into the perfect slave, or rather the loyal lapdog that would bent over backwards for its master.

Duo...he did as was asked of him. But, nothing more. He did disagree with the asking of Heero on a few random given occasions. He didn't swear total loyalty to the Japanese pilot. Contrary, nonetheless he did have some, but it was only from the friendship.

The last of the three, Quatre...he feigned his loyalty. At first it had been sincere. By the point at which the pilots had lost all concepts of time other than it was flying, Quatre no longer felt the need to work with Heero. He rather tried to leave, but often-met resistance. He didn't want to fight. So, he would against his common sense and will agree to the slant of the group. He did however show more of his impudent side during the time that spanned in which all five pilots were stranded on the deserted island oasis.

Quatre sat on a stone, watching the other pilots. It had been a couple weeks and he was already beginning to regret his decision to stay. He missed Trowa. He was desperately worried about the green-eyed pilot.

'Is he okay? Does he miss me? Oi...this whole situation sucks! There has to be a way to get us off this island...I know if we just got away everything would go back to normal.' He missed the old personalities of his friends. Heero was become more and more controlling. Wufei didn't seem to care, just did whatever Heero said. Duo...he was worried about Duo. The American pilot was always distracted it seemed.

He bit his lip, watching the others intently. He couldn't stay here...not for much longer. It was making him crazy.

On the outskirts of the camp, hidden within the protection of the softly embracing shadows, for the last while, Trowa had been on and off in watching, observing the unfolding changes in his friends, or rather some that he assumed to be his friends. He would scoff to himself for believing such ludicrous bullshit. There were only two that were really allies, Duo and Quatre. And only Quatre was something more than that.

Within him there was a growing concern for his small blond friend.

Some days he found it impossible to withstand. Impossible to withstand the knowledge that Quatre was being treated in such a shabby manner...and for that matter, Duo.

On the twentieth night of observation, he made the assertive decision to have his lynx drag Quatre from the camp.

The cat, now completely adapt and willingly under the lordship of Trowa didn't do anything that wasn't asked or instructed. So, as loyally as a tamed creature might, it stealthily moved into the vicinity of the sight. Zeroing in on the familiar small pilot, it grabbed the pant leg of Quatre and dragged the flailing pilot to the side into the shadows.

Quatre flopped down onto the forest floor. He looked up at the lynx that had dragged him from the beach. He had been sleeping peacefully, dreaming, when he felt the animal pull him away from the others. He wanted to scream, but kept it in. He looked up at the furry creature that had dragged him away. "You could have just asked politely, ya know."

"Lynx doesn't ask, just acts." Trowa knelt down next to Quatre, gently taking his friend's face in his hands.

"Trowa!" Quatre smiled up at his friend. He ran his fingers through his friend's hair. "I'm sorry we haven't come back...I've wanted to for so long."

"It's okay...I'm well aware of how much of a totalitarian dictator Heero has evolved into. No need for explanations." Trowa pressed an index finger to Quatre's lips. "Don't speak." With that, he gently kissed his friend on the lips and pulled back, staring with calm intent.

Quatre smiled, returning the kiss. "I've missed you. And Lynx!" He giggled, petting the cat on its head. He looked at Trowa with concern. "Have you been okay?"

"Hai...orai ni." He replied softly, still gently clutching his friend's soft face in his hands. "I've got an idea about you...I've seen what happened there." His expression grew sad with a serious edge to it. He gave a short, breathless sigh. He cautiously embraced his friend. "Don't go back...."

Quatre held his friend to him. He had missed Trowa so much. Things were difficult...but he couldn't leave Duo there. He needed to bring Duo too. Despite his odd behaviour, he needed to help his friend. And Wufei, if he would leave. But Quatre knew in his heart that he wouldn't. He was too much under the iron fist of Heero.

So, with sad eyes, Quatre looked up at his friend. He placed a hand to Trowa's cheek, gazing into his green eyes. "I...I want to, Trowa. I do. But...I can't leave Duo."

"Waketta. I wouldn't have left him." He replied quietly, glancing down with hard intent into his friend's eyes. "But it's a matter of his compliance to give in...and let it appear as though Lynx were dragging him off...." A strange small smirk quirked over his features. He turned back to the cat that had been with him for the last while, loyally following. Giving quick instructions, the lynx vanished back to the beachfront.

Duo was contentedly sitting, admiring the stars above, when he glanced down, giving a silent yelp when the lynx grabbed his pant leg and dragged him off to the woods where his master waited. The small yelp that escaped Duo, briefly caught the attention of Heero, who turned to see the braided American vanish.

Quatre rushed over to the distraught Duo as Lynx brought him closer. He put his hand over Duo's mouth to silence him. "Shhh...It's okay Duo. It's all right. We're just trying to get away without Heero knowing. Are you okay?" As an afterthought, he removed his hand, helping the young man stand up.

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