Disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: A bad lime leading to a bad lemon.



Chapter Eight

His room was quiet, something that was comforting. Heero sighed as he stared up at the darkened white ceiling. His mind ran over the day's events. After he had found Trowa they had sat in companionable silence. Finally, when it had grown late Trowa had suggested that they go in, they were both still healing after all.

The two boys had retired to their rooms but before they had separated, Trowa had stopped Heero. "Thank you." He had said. Heero had been surprised to see tears forming in Trowa's dull eyes. "Quatre used to sit with me and." He had wanted to say something but had shaken it off and instead had offered Heero another quiet "Thank you." Then the Heavyarms pilot had kissed Heero's cheek and left the stunned Wing pilot standing alone in the hallway.

Unconsciously Heero ran his fingertips over the spot where Trowa's lips had graced his skin, curious as to how they would feel against his own. Quatre giggled, waking Heero from his daze. And people say you're emotionless.

Heero smiled and drew the blankets up so he could sleep comfortably. Yawning slightly, he closed his eyes. Quatre greeted him with a lazy smile as they drifted in the small wooden craft. "You've been on this boat the entire time?" Heero sounded surprised.

"Of course, only you can change the picture." The blonde spirit shrugged carelessly as he dipped his slender hand into the water.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Heero questioned, "I could have at least pictured something comfortable.like a music room of some sorts." He began but Quatre shook his head.

"I liked it out here. It was peaceful and relaxing, and it gave me a chance to think." Quatre looked down at the wood. "Besides, being in a music room and playing just wouldn't be the same without." He shook his head. "Well, you know."

Heero sensed his friend's pain more than he felt it and he suddenly remembered the kiss. "I'm sorry Quatre, I didn't mean-" He was effectively silenced by Quatre's lips against his own. Heero's eyes closed at contact and he could only follow Quatre's gentle demands. His body complied automatically to the feel of Quatre's tongue across his bottom lip before his mind could even process the information.

Quatre's tongue invaded Heero's mouth and together, the two warred back and forth in a dance of desire. Heero had never tasted anything like Quatre before. A hint of spice and warmth that reminded him of the sunlight, the Wing pilot found that he couldn't get enough.

But all good things had to come to an end and slowly Quatre reluctantly pulled away as the need for air became important. "Wow." Was the only world Heero could muster, then, "Why does breathing matter? Technically this is a dream and you're." He stopped himself.

Quatre offered a small smile. "Dead? I'm not in your dreams and your dreams are real." He replied.

Heero nodded. "I understand." His voice quivered. "I've.never done this.with a guy before." He swallowed nervously.

Quatre smiled gently. "I didn't think so. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He shrugged shyly, moving to the other side of the boat and leaning against it. He dipped his fingers into the water again then brought his hand back and flicked droplets at Heero.

A water fight broke out between the two and when it stopped they were both soaking wet. Heero glared playfully at the laughing Sandrock pilot, believing for just one moment that the boy was truly alive. The sound of his laughter brought joy and life to Heero's cold heart, surely such music was not dead.

Upon seeing the golden haired pilot leaning back and totally relaxed, Heero took it to his advantage and he quickly leaned over the smaller body and stole a kiss before the boy could react. Quatre smiled up at him and Heero leaned forward again. Quatre sank into the kiss and responded fully to every caress and touch. "Are you sure?" He whimpered as Heero attacked his neck with feather light kisses.

"I'm sure." Heero replied as he breathed in the scent that seemed to surround Quatre. A fresh spring breeze and baby powder mixed with some kind of dull spice. Quatre's pale skin was soft under Heero's lips and his moans were delightful.

"Heero." Quatre murmured softly. "Show me your fantasies." He whispered as Heero drew back slightly so he could look into Quatre's eyes. He was relieved to see the life shining in them.

Silently Heero nodded as he imagined one of his fantasies. The boat docked gently and the two boys looked up at the looming castle before them. Heero blinked, then looked at Quatre. The blonde was wearing white clothes that had been torn. /Slave clothes./ Heero realized and blushed when Quatre looked at him.

The slave boy smiled. "I serve to please you, your majesty." His eyebrows quirked suggestively, making Heero shiver slightly at the thought. Looking down at his own body so he could avoid Quatre's gaze Heero realized that he was wearing a very dressy shirt and necklace that marked him as royalty.

"This wasn't the dream I wanted, I'm sorry." Heero said as he motioned to Quatre's clothes.

The slave only shrugged. "Just like role playing. Don't think I haven't played the slave before." He crawled out of the boat and helped Heero out, bowing as Heero's feet touched the ground.

The Wing pilot led the way up to the stone castle. Almost silently the drawbridge lowered, creating a low rumble until the wooden plank had settled over the mote. Wordlessly the dark-haired pilot walked across and into the castle. Soldiers, perhaps the unknown king's arms stood at attention as the prince passed.

Once inside the main hall Heero turned to his slave and took his hand. Together the two ran to what Heero knew was the prince's chamber. The room was monstrous and decorated as a midevil Scottish castle. The bed was rather large, probably being able to hold about ten people. The fabrics were of emerald green and aquamarine but Quatre noticed hints of violet and onyx as well.

The blonde boy smiled softly then turned to his prince. "What do you wish of me master?" He asked, almost purred.

Heero drew in a breath. "Sit down, I have to explain about this.dream." He said and Quatre obeyed, sitting on the end of the bed. "Quatre, I don't know why I brought you here. This isn't one of my fantasies, it's one of my nightmares." Heero looked away.

"Heero?" Quatre questioned quietly and a gentle hand was placed on his arm.

Heero didn't move. "I dreamt this when I was captured by OZ, but the roles were reversed. You were the prince and I was the salve. I was kept locked in the dungeon all the time and I only heard the guards talk about the prince." He took a breath. "Again, I don't know why I brought you here."

Quatre sighed and Heero felt himself being pulled onto the bed. Once he was comfortably on his back he looked up at Quatre. "It doesn't matter why you brought me here. Maybe it's just because you wanted a chance to be the prince. We're here now." He shrugged. "But if you don't want to do anything then you don't have to." The boy flopped back beside Heero and stretched out his limbs, getting comfortable in the soft bed.

Heero looked at his friend and smiled softly to himself at how beautiful this angel was. "It does feel weird.you were Trowa's lover for so long that." Heero shrugged. "I guess I will always think of you a Trowa's lover." He sighed as he rolled onto his side, resting his head on Quatre's shoulder.

The blonde relaxed as Heero's fingertips caressed his stomach. "I'm not Trowa's lover anymore Heero. But I understand how you feel. Your honesty is something I've always admired about you." Quatre kissed the top of Heero's head, then gently began to run his fingers through the dark hair. "No matter how blunt you put it." He mumbled and made Heero smile.

They were quiet for a while, enjoying the company of the other. Finally Heero moved, sitting up slightly before leaning over Quatre and capturing his lips. "Are you sure?" The blonde slave whispered, looking up at his prince questioningly.

Heero nodded as he slipped one of his hands up the side of Quatre's ripped shirt. "But I don't want you to be a slave, I only want you to be you." He whispered.

Quatre smiled.



TBC.

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