Chapter 6
Trowa walked down the hall with hurried steps. He'd been sitting with Dr. Namon for longer than he'd wanted, Quatre was in their rooms alone, and Trowa didn't want to run the risk of him awakening without him there.
Three days had past, days in which his life had been turned upside down, and inside out. The first day had been alright, the doctor had spent most of it simply going over the journals, and had contacted him to get clarification on some of the more confusing points. Overall she'd done amazingly well, but had refused to offer him even the slightest hint as to her professional feeling on Quatre's condition. Instead Dr. Corinne Namon, or Corinne as she preferred to be called, was biding her time to make a decision until she'd personally interviewed Quatre, and since he was still sleeping, she'd yet to say a single word.
He walked past the gym, and saw Heero and Duo sparring against each other. The two had been a constant support for him. Surprisingly, even Wufei had dropped by once or twice to check on both him and Quatre.
Wufei had taken it upon himself to perform the daily caseloads of both himself and Quatre. When asked, he'd simply said it was the sensible thing to do, since Duo and Heero were often needed to interview with Corinne. But Trowa had his thoughts, Wufei was doing what he could to protect Quatre, they were pilots, they were friends, and in the end, what is more important than friendship?
Trowa turned the corner contemplating his latest session with Corinne. She'd asked him if he'd known anything about Koeran before reading the journal. He'd been confused by the question but had told her that he'd not known him specifically but he had known that Quatre had had a lover before him. She'd asked how he'd known, and he hadn't been able to help the slight blush that came over his features. With embarrassed speed, he explained that one did not have the patience or skill that his lover had had that first night without some form of practice. She'd wisely accepted his answer.
Corinne then wanted to know about Quatre's relationship with Rashid. Trowa had done his best to explain, and when he'd finished, she'd wanted to know if it was alright with him if she contacted Rashid for an interview as well. He hadn't seen a problem with it, and had in fact thought that Quatre would enjoy seeing his old friend again, it'd been a long time since Rashid had been able to tear himself from his responsibilities as Director of Security at the Mars Terraforming project. Quatre would be very excited to see him indeed.
He thought back to his first impression of Corinne. At first he'd thought her cold and unyielding, but the last three days had proven him wrong. That first night, she'd been under a great deal of stress due to the Empathic Storm she'd had to waylay. But since that night, she'd become openly friendly to him, professional, but not detached. He genuinely felt she wanted to help Quatre, and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered.
Punching in the unlock pass, Trowa stepped into the main room of their quarters. Moving across the room, he opened the bedroom door to check on Quatre.
At first he didn't believe his eyes, and then, a thinly veiled panic set over him. Quatre was not in the bed, though the sheets and covers were put back into their correct places. Trying to remember that he couldn't allow any negative emotions, he spun around to try to locate Quatre, and maybe call a security team, when he suddenly heard a dull sound of water running.
Realization dawned on him that it was the sound of the shower, and he moved quickly around the bed to the bathroom door. Pressing the panel pad, the door swooshed open and a wall of steam blinded him for a moment.
When it cleared, Trowa opened his eyes, and then lost ability to breathe.
Long ago, Quatre had wanted to make their home special. They'd often traveled to his other estates, their lavish display of wealth all in good taste and character. But Quatre had wanted their rooms to be a place they could call home as well; and so the very first thing he'd done when he moved into Trowa's quarters, was redo the bathroom.
It had originally been done in sterile metal fixtures. Steel countertops, a large mirror with no decorations, and few personal touches. Quatre had made it his sacred mission to turn the bathroom into something more open and cheery. Trowa remembered asking why, when everything had had its place. But Quatre had only shaken his head and told him to wait and see the difference.
When the remodeling was finished, he completely understood what his lover had meant. The counters had been replaced with cream colored marble, while the faucets shimmered with gold and silver accents. But by far the crowning piece was the shower stall. The metal accents remained, but the once solid steel door was now a sheet of crystal clear glass. He'd agreed that he liked his lover's taste in décor much better.
In the left over steam that surrounding the room, Quatre's water soaked form shone against the mist. His blond locks dripped water from the ends, while the rest clung to his body. Trowa watched, fascinated by the beauty of the image before him, as Quatre lifted his hands to run though his hair. He could hear the soft moan of pleasure emitted from his love as he washed the suds away. But it was Trowa's turn to moan when Quatre bent down to retrieve a shampoo dispenser he'd set on the floor of the stall.
Moving away from the door, Trowa leaned against the countertop, and watched hungrily as Quatre continued to bathe, not knowing he was being watched. He felt his body stir at the perfect image of this beauty before him. Trowa had long ago realized that had Quatre been at all interested in women, he'd have already taken many lovers by the time they'd first met. His body was beautiful, always had been in its deceivingly delicate display.
He closed his eyes against the image before him. It had been nearly a month since they had made love. Quatre had been too distracted, and on the one occasion they had attempted it, something had gone completely and embarrassingly wrong. Since that horrible night, Quatre had shied away from him usually feigning fatigue. But as he watched his lover move around in blissful ignorance, Trowa couldn't help his body's ache for its partner.
A soft giggle caught his attention, but it was his name that caused his eyes to open in shocked embarrassment, "Trowa? What'cha doin'?" Quatre had the door open, and was halfway out of the shower, dripping water on the white marble floor but not caring. Trowa's eyes got large as he was presented with the full display of his lover's generously proportioned body.
Quatre giggled again, and a sly smile broke across Trowa's face, "I'm watching you bathe, Quatre."
"Hm. Do you like what you see?" The teasing tone in his voice set Trowa's blood on fire.
"I always like looking at you." He saw Quatre's eyes grow smoky and reveled in the knowledge that he'd done that, his words, his actions, he had made that lust-filled look settle onto Quatre's face.
"It's been a long time Trowa, do you think we can remember how to do more than look?" Trowa could see the rise and fall of his chest increase in tempo as his breath fogged the glass his face rested against.
He moaned, "God Quatre, you're beautiful."
His lover smiled and then gave a quick and seductive wink, "Well, if you want more than a quick look through a sheet of glass, I suggest you get your gorgeous ass in here, pronto."
Trowa smiled as the door shut, and Quatre leaned purposely over to retrieve the conditioner. Thinking to do the unexpected, Trowa walked to the glass door, ripped it open, and stepped into the stream of rushing water.
"Trowa! You didn't take your clothes off first! They're getting soaked!" Excited and mockingly stern, Quatre moved his hands to the top of Trowa's shirt, before pulling with all of his strength and popping each and every button from its place, sending them to the floor of the enclosure with a ping. "I'll buy you a new one." And with that, Quatre pressed his drenched body fully against Trowa's, before pulling his head down for the kiss of a lifetime.
Tongues clashed together as each fought to show the other how their long separation had only fueled their desires for the other. Quatre laced his fingers through Trowa's hair; while the other ran his hands up and down his small lover's back before clenching them around his lower cheeks and bringing their groins quickly together.
The kiss broke in a moan of pure need, and Quatre tugged the now soaked shirt from Trowa's body. "Too many clothes, Trowa. Help me with these pants." Together they yanked and tugged the offensive material from his lean body. Finally when everything lay on a heap at their feet, Quatre threw open the door, and kicked the soggy mess out into the bathroom floor, "I'll clean it up later, maybe tomorrow, or even the next-"
But Trowa's mouth descended on Quatre's that instant and prevented another word. As one, they delved into each other, exploring crevices they hadn't been privy to in so very long. Deep and powerful moans came from the pair as hands caressed, and flesh pressed against flesh in a sexual display as old as time itself.
Quatre ran his fingers through Trowa's hair, wetting the strands before combing back the bangs that prevent him from seeing the other completely. "I want to see you Trowa, I feel like it's been eternity since I've seen you."
"It has been, little one, it has been."
Their passions for one another locked and combined, to create a frenzy of motion that spoke volumes of the other's desire. Warm water cascaded on the two as their moans became louder, their actions more desperate in nature, until finally Quatre gave voice to the need.
"Trowa.Trowa, please! I need you!"
Lifting Quatre up against the shower wall, he felt legs wrap around his waist, their sexes pressed harshly together, eliciting a strangled cry from them both.
"Quatre, you tell me.tell me how you want this done. I want you, so much. Tell me how to pleasure you."
With one hand wrapped around Trowa's neck, Quatre ran his other down Trowa's tight chest to brush firmly over the nipple he found in his path. Trowa moaned again, before pulling Quatre even closer to his aching body. "Quatre."
Claiming his mouth, Quatre continued his tactile exploration of his long time lover. Finally, when Trowa seemed mad with desire and blinded by need, Quatre rested his hand around Trowa's length, giving the hard flesh the complete run of his hand. Leaning close to Trowa's ear, Quatre whispered, "I want you, Trowa. I want you now, hard, and fast. I want you to take me, you and I as one, together forever. Show me you'll never leave me."
With a passion born from desperation, need, and desire to show his lover he could trust in him, Trowa allowed the water cascading down his arms to his fingers to act as the barrier that would allow easier movement of his finger in Quatre's tight passage. The pure agonizing and arousing moan that issued from Quatre nearly had Trowa unraveled before they'd begun.
Calling upon years of patience, Trowa readied Quatre for the blissful invasion of his body. He kissed away the discomfort Quatre felt as his fingers stretched the channel that would unite them as one perfect being, one of love and now trust. His tongue dueled with Quatre's and he could feel the younger man lift his hips against his stomach, "Patience Quatre, I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't care Trowa! I need you inside of me, now!"
And then in one giant surge, they were one. Quatre stifled a scream by burying his head in his partner's neck, while Trowa gathered all of his willpower not to pull back and slam into the tight pleasure surrounding him. When he sensed that Quatre had adjusted to his length, he pulled slightly back, before throwing his hips forward in a primal display of dominance.
Quatre's desperate moans and cries spurned him on, as thrust after thrust drove him closer to the edge. He braced himself and Quatre against the steel wall, before moving his hand to embrace his lover's sex, and pumped to a similar rhythm as his hips.
He wasn't quite sure when he sensed the change, but the moment he did, it brought home the reality that even though Quatre now seemed more like his old self, he was still not completely there. Thrust after powerful thrust slammed into that spot that Quatre desperately needed, but Trowa could feel his blond lover struggling against the onslaught of pleasure, resisting it with a blinding will.
Quatre's face was a mask of pain and radiant pleasure, his body, ridged against both himself and the cold steel of the wall. Trowa continued to press forward and ease back, only to repeat. He lifted his head, and met Quatre's lips, forcing his tongue to gain entrance. His own body was so very close, but he refused to take is own release until Quatre. With that thought in mind his body continued to move inside as he lifted his head and spoke softly with word, and tone to his beloved.
"It's ok, Quatre. I want you to come with me. It will be ok. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you. You can trust me, Quatre. I love you so much; you can trust me." He increased his tempo, applying more pressure to the areas that caused the largest response from his partner. "It's alright now, Quatre. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you, I won't let anyone take you away from me, not ever. You can trust me, Quatre. I love you so much. It's ok to feel now Quatre, I'm here to help you. Just feel, my love. Come for me."
With a scream of his name, so loud, it echoed continuously in the small room, Quatre let go. His body spasmed, and soon Trowa followed in a mind- blowing orgasm that shook him to his very core.
He didn't recognize the sound at first, couldn't comprehend it though the muffled sound that accompanies the ultimate release, but the gentle shaking of his lover brought Trowa's mind from its fogged sense of security.
Quatre, with is face tucked in his neck, was shaking with quiet sobs against him. For a moment he feared he'd hurt him unwittingly, before he paused and realized what had just happened.
His poor Quatre, so badly broken and bruised, crushed and damaged, had finally let go. He'd allowed his body the release it had so desperately needed, and now, in the aftermath of proclaimed love, his beautiful Quatre lay exposed and bared to the world.
Using muscle tone borne from years of training in the circus, Trowa willed his legs to slowly descend as he and Quatre sank to the floor of the shower stall. Working his arms around his lover, Trowa pulled him closer to his body, offering warmth and protection from the still raining water.
The quiet sobs turned into full-blown calls from the soul. Quatre shook in his arms, fear and release a heady mixture that left him exposed and frightened.
"Shhhh, Quatre. It's alright now. I'm here, you're going to be alright. Shhhh." He continued, offering the protection of his body, and the words Quatre needed to hear and believe.
When the sobs were little more than hiccups, and the shaking coming only in sporadic bursts, Trowa leaned up and turned the water off. He lifted Quatre into his arms, and pushed open the door before stepping into the room. He set Quatre down, gently on the counter, mindful of the soreness he was most likely feeling. With practiced ease, Trowa pulled a towel from the cabinet, and wrapped it about his waist, before taking two more and moving back to Quatre's still form.
He placed one towel about his lover's shoulders, before taking the other and drying the water droplets from his golden hair. When all the excess water was removed, Trowa dropped that towel on the counter and started to rub the other along his lover's slightly chilled body.
Without a word, Trowa lifted Quatre from the counter and set him on his feet. He quickly tied the cloth around the Arabian's slight waist, before quickly drying himself off as well. Placing his arm about the smaller man's shoulders, Trowa steered him from the bathroom and into their bedroom.
He gently lifted Quatre's unresponsive body onto the raised mattress, before he moved to the closet to remove clothing for them.
When he'd dressed them both in comfortable attire, he pushed Quatre back onto the bed before lying down next to him. Enveloping his lover in his embrace, he pillowed the blond head against his firm shoulder. "Rest now Quatre. I'll watch over you while you sleep."
It was a long time before he heard the deep breathing, but the sound was music to his ears. Quatre was still in so much pain, even though Trowa was now there for him, allowed to be a part of the pain. He needed to remember that his gentle lover couldn't ask for help, that he would have to be the one to see the things Quatre needed before it was too late.
Leaning his head down, he placed a soft kiss on the still flush forehead, "You don't have to worry anymore. I'm never going to leave you, Quatre, I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again. You can trust me."
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It was early evening when Quatre awoke. His eyes struggled against the sleep that still fought to hold him. With a slight moan of protest, he opened his eyes, and ran his hand across the firm chest of.
He started, sitting up in a rush, only Trowa's hands keeping him in place against his lover's chest.
"Shhh, Quatre, it's alright."
A flash of images fell into place, as he remembered their powerful reunion in the shower that afternoon. He moaned in despair as he remembered his display afterward, his weakness. Quatre pushed against Trowa's chest, trying to rise, but again strong arms wrapped around his waist and head to draw him back to his earlier position.
"Oh God. Trowa, I'm so, so sorry."
"No, Quatre, you have nothing to be sorry about."
He shifted his free hand that rested on Trowa's chest, up to encircle his partner's neck. "I feel so awful Trowa. I can't believe I did that to you. I don't even know what came over me."
One small chuckle rose Trowa's chest before he felt calming fingers run lightly through is tangled hair, removing the knots they found there with gentleness. "You shouldn't be upset, Quatre. I'd have to agree that it was a very heady experience. We don't usually go so fast-"
He sat up in a rush, fear being the only thing that could pull him from Trowa's loving arms, "Oh God, Trowa, I'm so sorry! I thought you'd wanted it to be faster! You should have stopped me, told me 'no'. Trowa-"
Again he was cut off as Trowa leaned up and pressed a hungry kiss against his mouth. His lover nibbled his lower lip, and with an apprehensive need to feel reassurance that their act of love had been received as he'd wanted, he opened his mouth to accept the intrusion. The kiss deepened, and Quatre leaned his body against Trowa's before wrapping his hands behind his neck, drawing Trowa even closer.
Time passed, but neither one pulled away. Quatre gave into the feelings he felt, allowing Trowa to direct him, while he relaxed completely into the gentle comfort he picked up through the link that was not screaming at him.
He'd been worried when he realized that he hadn't felt Trowa enter the bathroom; but since he'd woken up their link together had been barely vibrating. He could still sense Trowa, still knew he was there, but it was more like a person telling you their emotions by word, than feeling them. He'd been relieved once he realized that the sleep had strengthened his shields and muffled the link. The other night had been terrible, he couldn't remember ever feeling so much pain and despair. He prayed to Allah that he'd never have to relive that night again.
His mind wondered how Trowa had fared through his outburst the other night. He was stunned when his mind came back with the reply that Trowa was a strong man, he could take care of himself, not to mention Quatre. He tried to push that thought away, tried to tell his mind that Trowa needed him, that his lover was strong, but would never be able to carry such a burden. But his mind told him otherwise, revisiting Trowa's promise, and its own realization that Trowa had passed the test, his lover could finally know his secrets. Trowa, his wonderfully gentle lover could withstand the pain of the outside world, of his sister's hated remarks, of his past, and all the terrible things that came with them. All this while he and Trowa clashed together, hoping to reassure the other with touch and taste.
Finally, gasping for breath, Quatre pulled away, "Trowa, tell me it was alright, that you weren't disappointed."
With his bangs pushed completely out of the way, Quatre could see Trowa's full smile, witness his eyes glowing with remembered passion, "I promise, it was one of our most amazing times together."
Blushing slightly Quatre let go of the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding before foregoing another round with Trowa, and laying his head in the crook of those strong arms. He was enveloped again and Trowa nuzzled his chin against his hair.
These were the moments that all couples lived for; these quiet moments when no words needed to be said. When everything that usually needed voice, had been instead enacted through lovemaking. There was no need to say anything, only feel the comfort of one another, and know that they might have been one in body a moment before, but were now one in mind and spirit.
Together they lay quietly, both gaining warmth from each other. Quatre traced nonsense patterns into the muscles of Trowa's chest, while the other laid sporadic kisses in blond hair. For the first time in months they seemed genuinely happy, basking in the glow of each other.
It wasn't until the most horrendous sound reached their ears that both lovers sat up, looked at each other, and let out huge comical laughs. Quatre rolled onto his back and wrapped his hands across his offensive stomach. "Uuuh, Trowa, I think I better eat something before my stomach decided to forgo the food and eat me."
Nodding, Trowa sat up and leaned over him to lay a kiss on Quatre's upturned face. "It's about six, dinner should be available. Besides, if we hurry, we might get to have dinner with Duo and Heero."
"Really! All right, let's go then!" Scrambling off the bed, Quatre walked to the door before he heard the gentle noise Trowa used to get his attention. He turned around and watched Trowa looking pointedly at him, "What is it Trowa?"
With a smiling shake of his head, Trowa directed a finger at Quatre's frame, "Perhaps you'll consider putting some clothes on before you go out in public?"
Wide-eyed, Quatre looked down to see that he indeed was wearing only one of his trademark pink shirts. He blushed profusely, which only elicited a deep laugh from Trowa, before he walked over to the closet to retrieve a more appropriate outfit. Along the way, he mumbled about indecent exposure and at least being more dressed than Duo was the time he'd completely forgotten to dress after a morning hangover.
Shaking his head in amusement, Trowa followed him into the closet for his own clothes.
Trowa walked down the hall with hurried steps. He'd been sitting with Dr. Namon for longer than he'd wanted, Quatre was in their rooms alone, and Trowa didn't want to run the risk of him awakening without him there.
Three days had past, days in which his life had been turned upside down, and inside out. The first day had been alright, the doctor had spent most of it simply going over the journals, and had contacted him to get clarification on some of the more confusing points. Overall she'd done amazingly well, but had refused to offer him even the slightest hint as to her professional feeling on Quatre's condition. Instead Dr. Corinne Namon, or Corinne as she preferred to be called, was biding her time to make a decision until she'd personally interviewed Quatre, and since he was still sleeping, she'd yet to say a single word.
He walked past the gym, and saw Heero and Duo sparring against each other. The two had been a constant support for him. Surprisingly, even Wufei had dropped by once or twice to check on both him and Quatre.
Wufei had taken it upon himself to perform the daily caseloads of both himself and Quatre. When asked, he'd simply said it was the sensible thing to do, since Duo and Heero were often needed to interview with Corinne. But Trowa had his thoughts, Wufei was doing what he could to protect Quatre, they were pilots, they were friends, and in the end, what is more important than friendship?
Trowa turned the corner contemplating his latest session with Corinne. She'd asked him if he'd known anything about Koeran before reading the journal. He'd been confused by the question but had told her that he'd not known him specifically but he had known that Quatre had had a lover before him. She'd asked how he'd known, and he hadn't been able to help the slight blush that came over his features. With embarrassed speed, he explained that one did not have the patience or skill that his lover had had that first night without some form of practice. She'd wisely accepted his answer.
Corinne then wanted to know about Quatre's relationship with Rashid. Trowa had done his best to explain, and when he'd finished, she'd wanted to know if it was alright with him if she contacted Rashid for an interview as well. He hadn't seen a problem with it, and had in fact thought that Quatre would enjoy seeing his old friend again, it'd been a long time since Rashid had been able to tear himself from his responsibilities as Director of Security at the Mars Terraforming project. Quatre would be very excited to see him indeed.
He thought back to his first impression of Corinne. At first he'd thought her cold and unyielding, but the last three days had proven him wrong. That first night, she'd been under a great deal of stress due to the Empathic Storm she'd had to waylay. But since that night, she'd become openly friendly to him, professional, but not detached. He genuinely felt she wanted to help Quatre, and as far as he was concerned, that was all that mattered.
Punching in the unlock pass, Trowa stepped into the main room of their quarters. Moving across the room, he opened the bedroom door to check on Quatre.
At first he didn't believe his eyes, and then, a thinly veiled panic set over him. Quatre was not in the bed, though the sheets and covers were put back into their correct places. Trying to remember that he couldn't allow any negative emotions, he spun around to try to locate Quatre, and maybe call a security team, when he suddenly heard a dull sound of water running.
Realization dawned on him that it was the sound of the shower, and he moved quickly around the bed to the bathroom door. Pressing the panel pad, the door swooshed open and a wall of steam blinded him for a moment.
When it cleared, Trowa opened his eyes, and then lost ability to breathe.
Long ago, Quatre had wanted to make their home special. They'd often traveled to his other estates, their lavish display of wealth all in good taste and character. But Quatre had wanted their rooms to be a place they could call home as well; and so the very first thing he'd done when he moved into Trowa's quarters, was redo the bathroom.
It had originally been done in sterile metal fixtures. Steel countertops, a large mirror with no decorations, and few personal touches. Quatre had made it his sacred mission to turn the bathroom into something more open and cheery. Trowa remembered asking why, when everything had had its place. But Quatre had only shaken his head and told him to wait and see the difference.
When the remodeling was finished, he completely understood what his lover had meant. The counters had been replaced with cream colored marble, while the faucets shimmered with gold and silver accents. But by far the crowning piece was the shower stall. The metal accents remained, but the once solid steel door was now a sheet of crystal clear glass. He'd agreed that he liked his lover's taste in décor much better.
In the left over steam that surrounding the room, Quatre's water soaked form shone against the mist. His blond locks dripped water from the ends, while the rest clung to his body. Trowa watched, fascinated by the beauty of the image before him, as Quatre lifted his hands to run though his hair. He could hear the soft moan of pleasure emitted from his love as he washed the suds away. But it was Trowa's turn to moan when Quatre bent down to retrieve a shampoo dispenser he'd set on the floor of the stall.
Moving away from the door, Trowa leaned against the countertop, and watched hungrily as Quatre continued to bathe, not knowing he was being watched. He felt his body stir at the perfect image of this beauty before him. Trowa had long ago realized that had Quatre been at all interested in women, he'd have already taken many lovers by the time they'd first met. His body was beautiful, always had been in its deceivingly delicate display.
He closed his eyes against the image before him. It had been nearly a month since they had made love. Quatre had been too distracted, and on the one occasion they had attempted it, something had gone completely and embarrassingly wrong. Since that horrible night, Quatre had shied away from him usually feigning fatigue. But as he watched his lover move around in blissful ignorance, Trowa couldn't help his body's ache for its partner.
A soft giggle caught his attention, but it was his name that caused his eyes to open in shocked embarrassment, "Trowa? What'cha doin'?" Quatre had the door open, and was halfway out of the shower, dripping water on the white marble floor but not caring. Trowa's eyes got large as he was presented with the full display of his lover's generously proportioned body.
Quatre giggled again, and a sly smile broke across Trowa's face, "I'm watching you bathe, Quatre."
"Hm. Do you like what you see?" The teasing tone in his voice set Trowa's blood on fire.
"I always like looking at you." He saw Quatre's eyes grow smoky and reveled in the knowledge that he'd done that, his words, his actions, he had made that lust-filled look settle onto Quatre's face.
"It's been a long time Trowa, do you think we can remember how to do more than look?" Trowa could see the rise and fall of his chest increase in tempo as his breath fogged the glass his face rested against.
He moaned, "God Quatre, you're beautiful."
His lover smiled and then gave a quick and seductive wink, "Well, if you want more than a quick look through a sheet of glass, I suggest you get your gorgeous ass in here, pronto."
Trowa smiled as the door shut, and Quatre leaned purposely over to retrieve the conditioner. Thinking to do the unexpected, Trowa walked to the glass door, ripped it open, and stepped into the stream of rushing water.
"Trowa! You didn't take your clothes off first! They're getting soaked!" Excited and mockingly stern, Quatre moved his hands to the top of Trowa's shirt, before pulling with all of his strength and popping each and every button from its place, sending them to the floor of the enclosure with a ping. "I'll buy you a new one." And with that, Quatre pressed his drenched body fully against Trowa's, before pulling his head down for the kiss of a lifetime.
Tongues clashed together as each fought to show the other how their long separation had only fueled their desires for the other. Quatre laced his fingers through Trowa's hair; while the other ran his hands up and down his small lover's back before clenching them around his lower cheeks and bringing their groins quickly together.
The kiss broke in a moan of pure need, and Quatre tugged the now soaked shirt from Trowa's body. "Too many clothes, Trowa. Help me with these pants." Together they yanked and tugged the offensive material from his lean body. Finally when everything lay on a heap at their feet, Quatre threw open the door, and kicked the soggy mess out into the bathroom floor, "I'll clean it up later, maybe tomorrow, or even the next-"
But Trowa's mouth descended on Quatre's that instant and prevented another word. As one, they delved into each other, exploring crevices they hadn't been privy to in so very long. Deep and powerful moans came from the pair as hands caressed, and flesh pressed against flesh in a sexual display as old as time itself.
Quatre ran his fingers through Trowa's hair, wetting the strands before combing back the bangs that prevent him from seeing the other completely. "I want to see you Trowa, I feel like it's been eternity since I've seen you."
"It has been, little one, it has been."
Their passions for one another locked and combined, to create a frenzy of motion that spoke volumes of the other's desire. Warm water cascaded on the two as their moans became louder, their actions more desperate in nature, until finally Quatre gave voice to the need.
"Trowa.Trowa, please! I need you!"
Lifting Quatre up against the shower wall, he felt legs wrap around his waist, their sexes pressed harshly together, eliciting a strangled cry from them both.
"Quatre, you tell me.tell me how you want this done. I want you, so much. Tell me how to pleasure you."
With one hand wrapped around Trowa's neck, Quatre ran his other down Trowa's tight chest to brush firmly over the nipple he found in his path. Trowa moaned again, before pulling Quatre even closer to his aching body. "Quatre."
Claiming his mouth, Quatre continued his tactile exploration of his long time lover. Finally, when Trowa seemed mad with desire and blinded by need, Quatre rested his hand around Trowa's length, giving the hard flesh the complete run of his hand. Leaning close to Trowa's ear, Quatre whispered, "I want you, Trowa. I want you now, hard, and fast. I want you to take me, you and I as one, together forever. Show me you'll never leave me."
With a passion born from desperation, need, and desire to show his lover he could trust in him, Trowa allowed the water cascading down his arms to his fingers to act as the barrier that would allow easier movement of his finger in Quatre's tight passage. The pure agonizing and arousing moan that issued from Quatre nearly had Trowa unraveled before they'd begun.
Calling upon years of patience, Trowa readied Quatre for the blissful invasion of his body. He kissed away the discomfort Quatre felt as his fingers stretched the channel that would unite them as one perfect being, one of love and now trust. His tongue dueled with Quatre's and he could feel the younger man lift his hips against his stomach, "Patience Quatre, I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't care Trowa! I need you inside of me, now!"
And then in one giant surge, they were one. Quatre stifled a scream by burying his head in his partner's neck, while Trowa gathered all of his willpower not to pull back and slam into the tight pleasure surrounding him. When he sensed that Quatre had adjusted to his length, he pulled slightly back, before throwing his hips forward in a primal display of dominance.
Quatre's desperate moans and cries spurned him on, as thrust after thrust drove him closer to the edge. He braced himself and Quatre against the steel wall, before moving his hand to embrace his lover's sex, and pumped to a similar rhythm as his hips.
He wasn't quite sure when he sensed the change, but the moment he did, it brought home the reality that even though Quatre now seemed more like his old self, he was still not completely there. Thrust after powerful thrust slammed into that spot that Quatre desperately needed, but Trowa could feel his blond lover struggling against the onslaught of pleasure, resisting it with a blinding will.
Quatre's face was a mask of pain and radiant pleasure, his body, ridged against both himself and the cold steel of the wall. Trowa continued to press forward and ease back, only to repeat. He lifted his head, and met Quatre's lips, forcing his tongue to gain entrance. His own body was so very close, but he refused to take is own release until Quatre. With that thought in mind his body continued to move inside as he lifted his head and spoke softly with word, and tone to his beloved.
"It's ok, Quatre. I want you to come with me. It will be ok. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you. You can trust me, Quatre. I love you so much; you can trust me." He increased his tempo, applying more pressure to the areas that caused the largest response from his partner. "It's alright now, Quatre. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you, I won't let anyone take you away from me, not ever. You can trust me, Quatre. I love you so much. It's ok to feel now Quatre, I'm here to help you. Just feel, my love. Come for me."
With a scream of his name, so loud, it echoed continuously in the small room, Quatre let go. His body spasmed, and soon Trowa followed in a mind- blowing orgasm that shook him to his very core.
He didn't recognize the sound at first, couldn't comprehend it though the muffled sound that accompanies the ultimate release, but the gentle shaking of his lover brought Trowa's mind from its fogged sense of security.
Quatre, with is face tucked in his neck, was shaking with quiet sobs against him. For a moment he feared he'd hurt him unwittingly, before he paused and realized what had just happened.
His poor Quatre, so badly broken and bruised, crushed and damaged, had finally let go. He'd allowed his body the release it had so desperately needed, and now, in the aftermath of proclaimed love, his beautiful Quatre lay exposed and bared to the world.
Using muscle tone borne from years of training in the circus, Trowa willed his legs to slowly descend as he and Quatre sank to the floor of the shower stall. Working his arms around his lover, Trowa pulled him closer to his body, offering warmth and protection from the still raining water.
The quiet sobs turned into full-blown calls from the soul. Quatre shook in his arms, fear and release a heady mixture that left him exposed and frightened.
"Shhhh, Quatre. It's alright now. I'm here, you're going to be alright. Shhhh." He continued, offering the protection of his body, and the words Quatre needed to hear and believe.
When the sobs were little more than hiccups, and the shaking coming only in sporadic bursts, Trowa leaned up and turned the water off. He lifted Quatre into his arms, and pushed open the door before stepping into the room. He set Quatre down, gently on the counter, mindful of the soreness he was most likely feeling. With practiced ease, Trowa pulled a towel from the cabinet, and wrapped it about his waist, before taking two more and moving back to Quatre's still form.
He placed one towel about his lover's shoulders, before taking the other and drying the water droplets from his golden hair. When all the excess water was removed, Trowa dropped that towel on the counter and started to rub the other along his lover's slightly chilled body.
Without a word, Trowa lifted Quatre from the counter and set him on his feet. He quickly tied the cloth around the Arabian's slight waist, before quickly drying himself off as well. Placing his arm about the smaller man's shoulders, Trowa steered him from the bathroom and into their bedroom.
He gently lifted Quatre's unresponsive body onto the raised mattress, before he moved to the closet to remove clothing for them.
When he'd dressed them both in comfortable attire, he pushed Quatre back onto the bed before lying down next to him. Enveloping his lover in his embrace, he pillowed the blond head against his firm shoulder. "Rest now Quatre. I'll watch over you while you sleep."
It was a long time before he heard the deep breathing, but the sound was music to his ears. Quatre was still in so much pain, even though Trowa was now there for him, allowed to be a part of the pain. He needed to remember that his gentle lover couldn't ask for help, that he would have to be the one to see the things Quatre needed before it was too late.
Leaning his head down, he placed a soft kiss on the still flush forehead, "You don't have to worry anymore. I'm never going to leave you, Quatre, I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again. You can trust me."
* * *
It was early evening when Quatre awoke. His eyes struggled against the sleep that still fought to hold him. With a slight moan of protest, he opened his eyes, and ran his hand across the firm chest of.
He started, sitting up in a rush, only Trowa's hands keeping him in place against his lover's chest.
"Shhh, Quatre, it's alright."
A flash of images fell into place, as he remembered their powerful reunion in the shower that afternoon. He moaned in despair as he remembered his display afterward, his weakness. Quatre pushed against Trowa's chest, trying to rise, but again strong arms wrapped around his waist and head to draw him back to his earlier position.
"Oh God. Trowa, I'm so, so sorry."
"No, Quatre, you have nothing to be sorry about."
He shifted his free hand that rested on Trowa's chest, up to encircle his partner's neck. "I feel so awful Trowa. I can't believe I did that to you. I don't even know what came over me."
One small chuckle rose Trowa's chest before he felt calming fingers run lightly through is tangled hair, removing the knots they found there with gentleness. "You shouldn't be upset, Quatre. I'd have to agree that it was a very heady experience. We don't usually go so fast-"
He sat up in a rush, fear being the only thing that could pull him from Trowa's loving arms, "Oh God, Trowa, I'm so sorry! I thought you'd wanted it to be faster! You should have stopped me, told me 'no'. Trowa-"
Again he was cut off as Trowa leaned up and pressed a hungry kiss against his mouth. His lover nibbled his lower lip, and with an apprehensive need to feel reassurance that their act of love had been received as he'd wanted, he opened his mouth to accept the intrusion. The kiss deepened, and Quatre leaned his body against Trowa's before wrapping his hands behind his neck, drawing Trowa even closer.
Time passed, but neither one pulled away. Quatre gave into the feelings he felt, allowing Trowa to direct him, while he relaxed completely into the gentle comfort he picked up through the link that was not screaming at him.
He'd been worried when he realized that he hadn't felt Trowa enter the bathroom; but since he'd woken up their link together had been barely vibrating. He could still sense Trowa, still knew he was there, but it was more like a person telling you their emotions by word, than feeling them. He'd been relieved once he realized that the sleep had strengthened his shields and muffled the link. The other night had been terrible, he couldn't remember ever feeling so much pain and despair. He prayed to Allah that he'd never have to relive that night again.
His mind wondered how Trowa had fared through his outburst the other night. He was stunned when his mind came back with the reply that Trowa was a strong man, he could take care of himself, not to mention Quatre. He tried to push that thought away, tried to tell his mind that Trowa needed him, that his lover was strong, but would never be able to carry such a burden. But his mind told him otherwise, revisiting Trowa's promise, and its own realization that Trowa had passed the test, his lover could finally know his secrets. Trowa, his wonderfully gentle lover could withstand the pain of the outside world, of his sister's hated remarks, of his past, and all the terrible things that came with them. All this while he and Trowa clashed together, hoping to reassure the other with touch and taste.
Finally, gasping for breath, Quatre pulled away, "Trowa, tell me it was alright, that you weren't disappointed."
With his bangs pushed completely out of the way, Quatre could see Trowa's full smile, witness his eyes glowing with remembered passion, "I promise, it was one of our most amazing times together."
Blushing slightly Quatre let go of the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding before foregoing another round with Trowa, and laying his head in the crook of those strong arms. He was enveloped again and Trowa nuzzled his chin against his hair.
These were the moments that all couples lived for; these quiet moments when no words needed to be said. When everything that usually needed voice, had been instead enacted through lovemaking. There was no need to say anything, only feel the comfort of one another, and know that they might have been one in body a moment before, but were now one in mind and spirit.
Together they lay quietly, both gaining warmth from each other. Quatre traced nonsense patterns into the muscles of Trowa's chest, while the other laid sporadic kisses in blond hair. For the first time in months they seemed genuinely happy, basking in the glow of each other.
It wasn't until the most horrendous sound reached their ears that both lovers sat up, looked at each other, and let out huge comical laughs. Quatre rolled onto his back and wrapped his hands across his offensive stomach. "Uuuh, Trowa, I think I better eat something before my stomach decided to forgo the food and eat me."
Nodding, Trowa sat up and leaned over him to lay a kiss on Quatre's upturned face. "It's about six, dinner should be available. Besides, if we hurry, we might get to have dinner with Duo and Heero."
"Really! All right, let's go then!" Scrambling off the bed, Quatre walked to the door before he heard the gentle noise Trowa used to get his attention. He turned around and watched Trowa looking pointedly at him, "What is it Trowa?"
With a smiling shake of his head, Trowa directed a finger at Quatre's frame, "Perhaps you'll consider putting some clothes on before you go out in public?"
Wide-eyed, Quatre looked down to see that he indeed was wearing only one of his trademark pink shirts. He blushed profusely, which only elicited a deep laugh from Trowa, before he walked over to the closet to retrieve a more appropriate outfit. Along the way, he mumbled about indecent exposure and at least being more dressed than Duo was the time he'd completely forgotten to dress after a morning hangover.
Shaking his head in amusement, Trowa followed him into the closet for his own clothes.