Disclaimer: Yeah they're mine.okay, they aren't.
Warning: Here's the bad lemon.
Chapter Nine
Clothes quickly made a pile on the floor as passion drove the boys to new heights of needs and wants. Heero leaned into Quatre's touch as Quatre withered in his. The feeling was completely surreal. Heero could see Quatre but his memories reminded him that the other boy was dead. The thought made him pause for a slight moment in time but was encouraged to move again when Quatre moaned.
Heero leaned forward and captured Quatre's lips in a hard kiss. He wanted some reassurance that what he was doing and all that he felt were real. Quatre felt pleasurably solid and warm as Heero's tongue quested passed swollen lips, entering heaven. His hands roamed, caressing Quatre's chest gently. As his thumb brushed a sensitive nipple Quatre moaned unintelligently and arched into the touch.
Heero kissed a path down the boy's neck and chest, stopping to suck the opposite nub into his mouth. Quatre whimpered as his fingers found Heero's head, entwining with the dark strands gently, lovingly.
Smiling mentally to himself Heero nipped soft skin carefully, making a path down Quatre's abdomen. When Heero had reached his destination he looked up, whether he was asking permission or checking to see if it really was Quatre, he didn't know. Either way the blonde was looking back at him, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. The blonde boy shook his head. "Don't ask permission, this is /your/ dream." His voice was soft and Heero hadn't seen his lips move.
Nonetheless he listened and leaned forward, taking Quatre's semi-hard arousal into his mouth. Heero felt the small body beneath his tense slightly then relax. Quatre's skin tasted like vanilla and cinnamon, that dull spice from before. /Not a spice, a flavor./ Heero noted as he used the end of his tongue to tease the tip of Quatre's cock.
"Heero." Quatre whimpered as he arched off the bed, wanting, needing and craving more contact. "Mm, don't tease." He whispered breathlessly. Heero slightly raised an eyebrow at the request then plunged down upon Quatre's throbbing flesh. Quatre cried out as he sat up. One hand shot back to catch him before he fell back again. His other hand snaked up and he tangled his fingers in Heero's hair again.
The Wing pilot slid his tongue along the underside of Quatre's length as he gently grazed the base with his teeth. Quatre's body jerked as a moan echoed throughout the chamber. The hand in his hair tightened a bit then relaxed. Heero brought Quatre to the brink of release, then he drew back, away from the quivering body.
Heero sat back where he was between Quatre's sweat dampened legs and he just watched, studied the figure laying spread out before him. He noted the way Quatre's pink tongue ran over the soft bruised lips lightly. How those lips were parted as the boy breathed heavily. Sweat had caused Quatre's light hair to stick to his forehead and there was a light blush spread over the boy's entire body. But Heero's favorite thing was the way Quatre's eyes remained almost closed, so only a glimpse of aquamarine could be seen.
"You.are.evil." Quatre panted as he mockingly glared at the dark-haired boy above him.
Heero smirked. "You're sweet for saying so." He said, which caused Quatre to snort. Then Heero became serious. "How do we do this? I want to take you but I don't want to hurt you. Or would you rather take me?" Blue eyes searched aquamarine questioningly.
Quatre sat up slightly. "Do what you want to do." He shrugged. "You won't hurt me, I promise." Then his voice changed slightly, and if Heero hadn't been so well trained he would have missed it. "You've never been taken.I think you should keep that and give it to someone who is special to you." He looked down at the bed.
"But you-" Heero was cut off by Quatre's lips.
Slowly the Sandrock pilot pulled away and he smiled sadly. "You didn't think that I'd always be here did you? As you said Heero, I am dead. Nothing can ever change that and nothing ever will." Heero watched as a single tear traveled down Quatre's cheek.
Gently, Heero held Quatre's chin and turned the blonde's head so they were looking at each other. Heero smiled tenderly. "I'm sorry." He whispered kissing Quatre's nose. "I keep bringing up the fact and reminding you. I never even thought of what it was like for you." He kissed the tear away. "I'm sorry." He held Quatre in his arms.
Quatre smiled softly as he kissed Heero's neck and shoulder, basking in the idyllic sensation of being this close to the boy he had loved for so long. "You are kind to say that but it's alright." He pulled away slightly as he took both of Heero's hands into his own, locking their fingers. "Knowing that you know that I love you makes it worth it. And knowing how you feel about me is even better." The blonde placed tender kisses in both of Heero's palms before looking up at the silent boy with bright eyes. "Show me how much you love me?" He whispered softly.
At that point, 'no' was no longer a work in Heero's vocabulary. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Quatre's. The kiss was slow and tender but left both boys breathless and craving more. Knowing what they both wanted, Heero pulled away to get off the bed. He had only placed one foot on the cool marble floor when Quatre pulled him back. Heero lost his balance and fell back on the bed with Quatre beneath him.
"We don't need lubricant, this is your dream." Quatre explained when Heero had begun to ask. It made sense once Heero stopped to think about it. He'd never taken the time out before.
Looking down at Quatre he nodded, as Heero sat up Quatre wrapped slender legs around Heero's waist. Taking this as a signal, Heero gently pushed himself into the willing body. The tight heat surrounding him seemed to burn him to the very core of his heart and he was sure that if he moved he would climax.
Slowly, Heero pulled himself together and opened his eyes. Quatre stared up at him innocently. The same way a child in awe would study something that they had never seen before. A peace of some sort fell around them, blanketing each precious moment. Looking into Quatre's eyes was like looking into his very soul. They were as clear as glass and seemed to reflect Heero's own longing and desire.
"Take me." Quatre finally whispered, his voice almost too quiet to hear. Heero shifted as he leaned down, claiming Quatre's mouth. They moved together as if in some kind of dance, moans and whispered instead of music.
Heero knew that Quatre wasn't going to last much longer by the pitch of his moans and the contracting muscles around Heero's flesh. Somehow, Heero knew that Quatre was trying to prolong his own pleasure as long as possible for Heero. With that thought Heero wanted to watch Quatre as the angel came. He leaned over the blonde and braced himself on shaking arms as he thrust forward again. Quatre's eyes opened and they bore deep into Heero's.
"Come for me Quatre."
The husky command was enough. Quatre arched off the bed and cried out his release as he threw his head back. The movement sent Heero over the edge and he filled the ghostly pilot with his life.
Once he had caught his breath he opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. Quatre seemed to glow and it wasn't from the fine lair of sweat that coated his slender form. "Absolutely beautiful." Heero murmured as his heartbeat slowed a little. "Even after something like that you are still as innocent as ever.maybe even more." He whispered making Quatre smile and shake his head.
Carefully, even though it was a dream, Heero pulled himself from Quatre's haven. He crawled up and lay beside the other pilot, tenderly pulling Quatre into his embrace. Quatre rested his head against Heero's chest. "Thank you." He whispered before falling asleep.
TBC.
~
Warning: Here's the bad lemon.
Chapter Nine
Clothes quickly made a pile on the floor as passion drove the boys to new heights of needs and wants. Heero leaned into Quatre's touch as Quatre withered in his. The feeling was completely surreal. Heero could see Quatre but his memories reminded him that the other boy was dead. The thought made him pause for a slight moment in time but was encouraged to move again when Quatre moaned.
Heero leaned forward and captured Quatre's lips in a hard kiss. He wanted some reassurance that what he was doing and all that he felt were real. Quatre felt pleasurably solid and warm as Heero's tongue quested passed swollen lips, entering heaven. His hands roamed, caressing Quatre's chest gently. As his thumb brushed a sensitive nipple Quatre moaned unintelligently and arched into the touch.
Heero kissed a path down the boy's neck and chest, stopping to suck the opposite nub into his mouth. Quatre whimpered as his fingers found Heero's head, entwining with the dark strands gently, lovingly.
Smiling mentally to himself Heero nipped soft skin carefully, making a path down Quatre's abdomen. When Heero had reached his destination he looked up, whether he was asking permission or checking to see if it really was Quatre, he didn't know. Either way the blonde was looking back at him, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. The blonde boy shook his head. "Don't ask permission, this is /your/ dream." His voice was soft and Heero hadn't seen his lips move.
Nonetheless he listened and leaned forward, taking Quatre's semi-hard arousal into his mouth. Heero felt the small body beneath his tense slightly then relax. Quatre's skin tasted like vanilla and cinnamon, that dull spice from before. /Not a spice, a flavor./ Heero noted as he used the end of his tongue to tease the tip of Quatre's cock.
"Heero." Quatre whimpered as he arched off the bed, wanting, needing and craving more contact. "Mm, don't tease." He whispered breathlessly. Heero slightly raised an eyebrow at the request then plunged down upon Quatre's throbbing flesh. Quatre cried out as he sat up. One hand shot back to catch him before he fell back again. His other hand snaked up and he tangled his fingers in Heero's hair again.
The Wing pilot slid his tongue along the underside of Quatre's length as he gently grazed the base with his teeth. Quatre's body jerked as a moan echoed throughout the chamber. The hand in his hair tightened a bit then relaxed. Heero brought Quatre to the brink of release, then he drew back, away from the quivering body.
Heero sat back where he was between Quatre's sweat dampened legs and he just watched, studied the figure laying spread out before him. He noted the way Quatre's pink tongue ran over the soft bruised lips lightly. How those lips were parted as the boy breathed heavily. Sweat had caused Quatre's light hair to stick to his forehead and there was a light blush spread over the boy's entire body. But Heero's favorite thing was the way Quatre's eyes remained almost closed, so only a glimpse of aquamarine could be seen.
"You.are.evil." Quatre panted as he mockingly glared at the dark-haired boy above him.
Heero smirked. "You're sweet for saying so." He said, which caused Quatre to snort. Then Heero became serious. "How do we do this? I want to take you but I don't want to hurt you. Or would you rather take me?" Blue eyes searched aquamarine questioningly.
Quatre sat up slightly. "Do what you want to do." He shrugged. "You won't hurt me, I promise." Then his voice changed slightly, and if Heero hadn't been so well trained he would have missed it. "You've never been taken.I think you should keep that and give it to someone who is special to you." He looked down at the bed.
"But you-" Heero was cut off by Quatre's lips.
Slowly the Sandrock pilot pulled away and he smiled sadly. "You didn't think that I'd always be here did you? As you said Heero, I am dead. Nothing can ever change that and nothing ever will." Heero watched as a single tear traveled down Quatre's cheek.
Gently, Heero held Quatre's chin and turned the blonde's head so they were looking at each other. Heero smiled tenderly. "I'm sorry." He whispered kissing Quatre's nose. "I keep bringing up the fact and reminding you. I never even thought of what it was like for you." He kissed the tear away. "I'm sorry." He held Quatre in his arms.
Quatre smiled softly as he kissed Heero's neck and shoulder, basking in the idyllic sensation of being this close to the boy he had loved for so long. "You are kind to say that but it's alright." He pulled away slightly as he took both of Heero's hands into his own, locking their fingers. "Knowing that you know that I love you makes it worth it. And knowing how you feel about me is even better." The blonde placed tender kisses in both of Heero's palms before looking up at the silent boy with bright eyes. "Show me how much you love me?" He whispered softly.
At that point, 'no' was no longer a work in Heero's vocabulary. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Quatre's. The kiss was slow and tender but left both boys breathless and craving more. Knowing what they both wanted, Heero pulled away to get off the bed. He had only placed one foot on the cool marble floor when Quatre pulled him back. Heero lost his balance and fell back on the bed with Quatre beneath him.
"We don't need lubricant, this is your dream." Quatre explained when Heero had begun to ask. It made sense once Heero stopped to think about it. He'd never taken the time out before.
Looking down at Quatre he nodded, as Heero sat up Quatre wrapped slender legs around Heero's waist. Taking this as a signal, Heero gently pushed himself into the willing body. The tight heat surrounding him seemed to burn him to the very core of his heart and he was sure that if he moved he would climax.
Slowly, Heero pulled himself together and opened his eyes. Quatre stared up at him innocently. The same way a child in awe would study something that they had never seen before. A peace of some sort fell around them, blanketing each precious moment. Looking into Quatre's eyes was like looking into his very soul. They were as clear as glass and seemed to reflect Heero's own longing and desire.
"Take me." Quatre finally whispered, his voice almost too quiet to hear. Heero shifted as he leaned down, claiming Quatre's mouth. They moved together as if in some kind of dance, moans and whispered instead of music.
Heero knew that Quatre wasn't going to last much longer by the pitch of his moans and the contracting muscles around Heero's flesh. Somehow, Heero knew that Quatre was trying to prolong his own pleasure as long as possible for Heero. With that thought Heero wanted to watch Quatre as the angel came. He leaned over the blonde and braced himself on shaking arms as he thrust forward again. Quatre's eyes opened and they bore deep into Heero's.
"Come for me Quatre."
The husky command was enough. Quatre arched off the bed and cried out his release as he threw his head back. The movement sent Heero over the edge and he filled the ghostly pilot with his life.
Once he had caught his breath he opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. Quatre seemed to glow and it wasn't from the fine lair of sweat that coated his slender form. "Absolutely beautiful." Heero murmured as his heartbeat slowed a little. "Even after something like that you are still as innocent as ever.maybe even more." He whispered making Quatre smile and shake his head.
Carefully, even though it was a dream, Heero pulled himself from Quatre's haven. He crawled up and lay beside the other pilot, tenderly pulling Quatre into his embrace. Quatre rested his head against Heero's chest. "Thank you." He whispered before falling asleep.
TBC.
~
