The Cathach

Chapter 8


Missie here (as if you didn't know.) I'm going to attempt a lemon in this Chapter, review and please be kind! I'm an illustrator not a writer. I've narrowed down the pairings for Wufei to the obvious candidates, Treize and Sally Po. If you would prefer one to the other, E-mail me or put it in the review.

P.s: Do you know why a caged bird sings? Think about it, will explain later.



Duo removed the final stump of metal from Quatre's stomach, thankful that the animal didn't make a sound. He scooped up some water in a hollowed-out rock he had found, and began to clean the gaping wounds.

/ Ouch./

" Sorry."

/ It's okay. It doesn't hurt much anymore./

" Can't you use your powers to heal these wounds?"

/ No. When I use my healing powers, I'm using my own energy reserves to help the other creature. When I'm injured, I have very little energy./

" I'll do the best I can, but I'm no doctor."

" Why don't you let me try?"

Duo jumped at this new voice. He turned quickly and confronted Trowa, forgetting to disguise the symbol on his forehead. He scrambled for a weapon, and found none, cursing loudly the whole time. Quatre bounded to his side, horn lowered, and spread his huge white wings, to make him seem bigger and a more formidable opponent. Trowa's eyes widened in surprise at the sight, but quickly regained his composure.

" Relax, I'm not the enemy."

" I can explain..."

" You don't have to. I already know."

" How?"

" Didn't you know? I can hear animals talk. I heard you talking to your unicorn..."

/ Alicorn./

Trowa flashed a brief smile in Quatre's direction.

" Please excuse me, alicorn. I heard you talking to each other, but don't worry, I won't reveal you."

" Why? What's in it for you?"

" Nothing. If we want to battle Treize, we'll need all the help we can get. An immortal would be very useful, we'd be crazy to give up two."

Duo breathed a sigh of relief.

" Thanks, man. You won't regret this."

" I don't think I will. You're injured, by the way."

Duo looked down, and to his surprise, found a large gash from his thigh to his ankle. He'd been so worried about Quatre that he hadn't even noticed.

" Quatre can't heal that, his energy is drained from the battle. You should go back to camp and bandage it."

Duo cast a look at Quatre, and a more furtive one at Trowa.

" Don't worry. I'll take care of him."

/ Go ahead, Duo. I'll be fine. I trust him./

Duo grudgingly trudged back through the forest. Trowa gratefully turned his attention to the alicorn.

" If you changed to your human form, I'd be able to treat your injuries better."

The animal gave a strange sort of shrug, reared to his full height and contorted in a flash of silver light. Trowa forced himself to keep his eyes on the newly revealed human's delicately sculptured face and offered Quatre his cloak to cover his delectable figure.



Duo forced himself through the tangled undergrowth, so tired he could barely stand. He regretted not objecting more to leaving Quatre with Trowa, but his own powers were so drained that he was finding it hard not to just sink into the lush green forest bed and sleep until he was ready to join the land of the living again.

Heero watched as the braided Fenian flopped bonelessly onto a small clump of grass and leaves and closed his eyes. The leader noticed his injury.

" Get that sorted out."

" Can't. Tired. Go 'way."

" Where's your horse?"

" Trowa's taking care of him. He's better with animals than me. I sleep now."

" Bandage your wound, then sleep."

Heero heard light snores and muffled speech from the mouth of the violet-eyed soldier, sprawled out across the grass and fast asleep. Heero muttered under his breath and got up to fetch some bandages. An injured soldier was a bad soldier, so all wounds must be mended right away.

He rolled up the leg of Duo's breeches to the top of his thigh, trying not to notice how smooth and soft the skin was, or how peaceful Duo looked while sleeping. Hastily. he wrapped most of Duo's leg in the bandages, and to his dismay found they did not hide any of Duo's delicious curves. If anything, they accentuated them. Indulging himself with one lingering gaze at the beautiful soldier, he quickly covered the bandaged leg and went to lie down, minutes before Wufei returned with firewood.




At the lake, Trowa was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had actually gotten up close to this beautiful creature, was touching him. It almost seemed too good to be true, like a dream.

" Ouch."

" Sorry. I'm nearly done."

" Thank you."

" So how did you meet up with Duo? I've only ever heard fragments of your conversations."

" He rescued me from demons, then I rescued him from some human demons. We decided to stick together after that. We're the last two immortals left on earth."

" What happened to your kind?"

" I don't know. They were here, now they're not."

" They had to have gone somewhere."

" No, not really. We aren't born, like Duo's kind. We just are, and the others just were. There's no other explanation."

Quatre shifted slightly, and the moonlight shimmered off of his golden-bleached silver hair, his porcelain toned face, highlighted the exposed white skin and shadowed the curves concealed beneath the cloak. Trowa swallowed a gulp. Quatre turned his constantly moving turquoise eyes to Trowa's wide emerald and Trowa swore he could see what was about to happen dancing in those brightly colored depths. He reached over and pulled the immortal to his chest, and covered his mouth with a passionate kiss.

Quatre was surprised at first, but gradually relaxed into the embrace, allowing Trowa to guide him. Sharp tingles of multi-colored energy coursed through his small body. He wasn't used to such feeling, especially in this body, but reveled in them.

Anyone who knew Trowa, stoic, calm and efficient, would have sworn they had seen someone else that night. Trowa swore angrily at not being able to get his clothes off fast enough. When he eventually did get them off, he slowly pulled the cloak away from Quatre's body and tossed it to one side.

Trowa's dark tanned skin contrasted beautifully with Quatre's glowing white. His hands explored every inch of the splendid figure, shoulders, chest, back, stomach, hips, thighs, legs, then travelled up again. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to savour this moment.

Quatre's hands traced the muscled contours of Trowa, and came to a spot that he knew would please his new lover. He very gently slid one small white hand between Trowa's thighs and caressed the skin there. Very tempted to release, Trowa held it back and sat back on his his knees. Quatre made a small sound to object, but this turned into soft moans when Trowa slid one finger, then two, into the entrance between the immortal's legs.

After stretching him, Trowa again moistened his fingers in the hollowed-out stone full of water that Duo had used earlier to clean Quatre's wounds. He liberally coated his aching member with the liquid, and pulled Quatre up to lie at an angle across his thighs, legs wrapped around the other boy's waist.

Very slowly, he pushed into the smaller frame. Both gasped, Trowa at the delicious pressure enclosed around him, and Quatre with the impact on this sorely neglected body.

Fuelled by emotion and raw passion, Trowa sluiced in and out, moving in perfect rhythm with the smaller boy. His softly toned dark skin blended seamlessly into the others shimmering white, together creating a strange symphony of light, color, sound and motion until they simultaneously reached the crescendo, and sank exhausted into the dark green canopy.

Trowa covered both their bodies with the cloak he had discarded, and they rested.



Trowa appeared later on, nearing daybreak, with Duo's horse. Heero eyed him suspiciously.

" Did it really take that long to heal some cuts? It doesn't look too bad now."

"Had to keep an eye on it. It was kinda frenzied."

Heero shrugged and they loaded up their horses. Duo leapt onto Quatre's back, and the alicorn gave a snort of discomfort.

" What's the matter?"

/ Nothing. Just a little tired. /

They solemnly traveled back towards Mhac Fheirme.



There you have it, my first lemon. Or was that a lime? You decide. I'll do better next time.