* * *
It had been nearly an hour and Quatre was getting really hungry and really annoyed. Killashandra stood on the pedestal, modeling the last of her twenty-two outfits; they'd selected eighteen. She'd been wonderful. Once Shingam had explained that she didn't need to be afraid, Killa had actually acted as if the processes was making an impact on her. She'd even twirled around and watched the skirts of a particularly flowy party dress move.
After the incident, he'd felt a restlessness he couldn't explain. The voices he'd heard were silent, but in their wake was a sense of emptiness he couldn't explain. It was as if something they'd been trying to tell him made sense, if only he listened.
Madam Jeovony had been in a slight panic, but he'd quickly assured her that he was fine. Thankfully she knew about his empathic abilities from his father and sisters, and at least let the topic lay. Duo and Heero continued to watch him quietly, while Trowa barely let him move from his circle of arms. Add onto all of that, the poor children were hungry.
"Quatre, can we eat soon, Killa's tummy's hungry, and so's mine." Shingam sat on the floor by Quatre's feet, idly watching Killashandra model a pink jumper that was suitable for both play and casual dress.
"I know Shingam, and I promise someone will pay for it."
Warm callused hands caressed his face from behind, and Quatre instinctively snuggled into Trowa.
"McDonalds and Lobster is a tall order, not to mention pudding. Gaury's probably running around insanely."
Quatre couldn't help but smile wickedly, "Good."
"Now Darling, be kind, you know how I feel about that."
Like a reprimanded child, he winced before looking sheepishly at the older woman. "Forgive me Madam, I've forgotten myself."
Jeovony laughed. "Oh Darling, it's nothing to look so depressed about. Gaury's the most annoying bigot I've ever met, but every man has his faults- even you-and if properly ignored, he's not entirely unpleasant to live with."
Duo butted into the conversation. "Are you kidding? Any guy that isn't instantly awed by Quatre's radiant beauty should be thrown in a very dark hole somewhere and made only to sleep with pigs and whores."
Coughing to try and desperately cover up Duo's words, Quatre pulled away from Trowa's warmth and stood immediately to address Jeovony. "Madam Jeovony, Duo meant no disrespect-"
"Of course I did! That guy's an asshole!"
"Duo!" Quatre's voice was despairingly stern. Turning back to the woman who stood with a wide-eyed expression, Quatre tried again to apologize. "Jeovony, please forgive him. Duo can be an insensitive idiot sometimes. Really, he doesn't even know he's doing it!"
"Hey! What'd I do?"
Turning back to Duo, Quatre hissed. "Gaury is Jeovony's lover! Now shut up so I can fix this!"
He turned back in time to see Madam Jeovony erupt into a fit of pure delight. Joyous laughter filled the room as she nearly doubled over from gasping fits of laughter. Quatre simply ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
Finally, with her laughter under near control, Jeovony addressed him. "Darling, you simply have to bring your friends with you next time; they are truly a delight. Have no fear, I take no offence. I know exactly who and what Gaury is, and I won't apologize for loving him regardless. I believe a very notable person once said, love is blind." She smiled to let him and the others know her words were true, and Quatre was about to agree when the chimes again sounded.
Turning, he regarded the door for a moment, before lifting Shingam, to sit on one of the far chairs. "Now sit right here, and we'll eat in just a minute, ok?" Shingam nodded and he turned to smile lovingly at Killashandra who stopped her twirling as if understanding she was to remain sullen. He smiled once to Trowa, and then sat beside him, shift so that instead of taking comfort, he appeared to be the one giving it. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath and called for their admittance.
The doors opened to allow Gaury entrance and the lengthy man pushed in another hover cart, this time loaded with covered items. Too tired to put on much of a show, Quatre accepted the tray without word, and then dismissed Gaury with just as much. The man left in silence, and Quatre reactivated the security code.
He felt Trowa unstiffen in his arms, and turned in time to see a happy buzz surround Shingam at the thought of food. He smiled to the boy. "Hungry Shingam?"
He nodded his head, and Quatre moved to dish out the food stuffs. Ten minutes later two children sat on the couch, Quatre and Heero on either side of them. Food was laid out before them all, and neither Shingam or Duo hesitated in attacking it like their last meal.
Smiling to himself, Quatre spooned one of the eight different kinds of soup into Killashandra's mouth before turning to accept a piece of lobster Trowa offered his waiting mouth. They were a sight. Duo wrenching the shell from a stubborn lobster; Heero taking a too big bite of some unknown hamburger substance and shoveling in about ten fries all at the same time; Shingam spooning in soup like he was still starving; Killa eating the spoonfuls he offered her; while he ate from an outstretched fork; and Trowa munched lazily on french-fries and a chocolate milkshake. What a sight indeed.
From her perch in a chair across from them, Jeovony laughed and talked quietly with them, accepting one of Trowa's cheeseburgers to tide her over for the moment. Quatre joked and laughed with her while listening as Duo engaged Shingam and Heero into a debate about the merits of seafood. It was a happy and joyous experience, and Quatre felt at peace for nearly the first time that day. He was still disturbed by his earlier brush with Killashandra, but he willed the thought away, knowing they were going to see Corinne the next day.
Half an hour later, Jeovony stood from her chair and looked pointedly at Trowa. "Well, Luv, I think it's time I work my magic. That outfit is quite becoming on you, but I'm sure I have something in my spring line you'll like just as much. Shall we?"
Trowa gave him a completely comical look of utter hopelessness, before Quatre shoved at his lover to get up. "Don't worry Trowa, I've heard Jeovony doesn't use pins."
They all laughed as Trowa made a show of gulping and holding out his hand to be taken away. It was completely uncharacteristic of Trowa, but when Shingam laughed childishly, Quatre understood why Trowa had done it.
To say that the first outfit was the ugliest thing Quatre had ever seen on Trowa would have been an understatement. His lover looked ridiculous in a high neck, almost Victorian collar with ruffles. He tried to let both Trowa and Jeovony down lightly, but was outdone when Duo fell on the floor laughing.
The second, third, and even forth weren't much better, decking Trowa out in such outrageous and "non-Trowa" colors as pink, orange, and some monstrous blue and white Pokka dots. Each time Trowa moved from the adjoining room where he was being dressed, he'd roll his eyes and make some strange new face, or just hang his head in shame.
By the sixth disaster Jeovony spoke. "I promise you, these styles will be suitable attire in the spring, but while Trowa is built perfectly, he simply lacks the.thing-needed to wear my clothes. Don't be upset, I've a few more things for you to try, and then we'll be done. I sincerely hope you find something you'd like too keep, it wouldn't do to go back on my word with Quatre; he can be quite vindictive." She whispered the last part.
"I heard that, Madam."
Two items later, a handsome suit was placed on Trowa's body. It was set in deep browns, and accented Trowa's auburn highlights and green eyes. Quatre praised Jeovony's work as he scooped another spoonful of pudding into Killa's waiting mouth; he now knew she preferred chocolate pudding to vanilla and butterscotch, while hesitantly swallowing the tapioca. "Madam, that is an amazing piece."
"I think so too. Trowa wears it well, I think. This will likely be the one you'll prefer, but I've one more piece to-"
Again the chimes rang, requesting admittance, and Quatre briefly wondered at the multiple disruptions. Standing he took Trowa's hand and moved him to stand on the pedestal. He offered a wink, before releasing the security once again.
Gaury and Cory walked in, the twenty something woman carrying a cellular phone. Gaury spoke with forced pleasantness. "Mr. Winner, your secretary is on line one."
Quatre brightened, stepping off the marble steps, he moved to graciously accept the phone from Cory's hand. Absently, he heard Jeovony call for Cory's assistance with something, while he turned his back on the others and addressed his goddess of the office.
"Clara."
"Oh good, you're finally going to talk to me, I've been on hold for nearly fifteen minutes, what were you doing sewing the clothes yourself?!"
Since adopting the corporation after his father's death, Quatre knew he needed to surround himself with people he could trust. Clara was the daughter of his mother's personal servant, a woman he'd lovingly called Nana for much of his young life. Clara had been educated in some of the best schools, and Quatre had sought her out after ascending to the top of Winner Enterprises Incorporated. She was one of his first and best decisions. Loyal to a fault, she told Quatre exactly what she thought when she thought it, and she held no fear, Quatre literally needed her to keep not only his sanity, but his trillion dollar corporation running.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I was just informed of your call."
"Is that horrible man there? Oh, he must be since your talking in code already. Look Mr. Winner, just do what I do when guys annoy me, kick him in the balls!" Quatre snorted, again thinking that if Duo had been straight he would have been under divine obligation to introduce him to Clara, they were perfect for one another.
"I do wish I could. And Clara, remind me never to annoy you."
"Mr. Winner, you never annoy me; after all, you do sign my pay check."
He laughed, and proceeded to a door that was obscured behind a hanging ream of fabric. Stepping through, he allowed the door to close before addressing Clara about the matter at hand. "Tell me Clara, how difficult will it be?"
"I wish I had better news. The lock on your executive rights until twenty- one states that no gift can be given in a denomination of over a billion credits. The Crystal Estate is nearly five billion credits worth of real- estate and development. Right now, I simply don't see a way for you to transfer the title to Mr. Barton at all, let alone without your sisters knowing about it."
"Clara, this is extremely important. You know as well as I do that I don't have much time left for corporate decisions. The Crystal Estate was my mother's original home, and as far as I know, it's where my parents were married. I can't stand to think I'll lose it in the shuffle once Winner Inc. is liquidated. I need the title transferred immediately, before Christmas."
"I'm sorry Mr. Winner, but you're asking for a miracle."
"Clara, it's ten days before Christmas it's the perfect time for miracles."
He heard her sigh deeply. "I had the lawyers working on it all night and they don't seem to know how it can be done. I just don't know how to help you this time."
He closed his eyes. He wouldn't allow this to happen. He had so few memories of his mother, and the Crystal Estate had been the one thing his mother had insisted he be given. Throughout his time as a pilot, Quatre had often taken refuge there, soaking up the remaining emotional energy that felt so much like his own. Later, Quatre had brought Trowa, and it was at the estate that they'd made many of their life changing decisions together, the most apparent, that they would live together upon returning home.
He needed to ensure that the estate would remain where it belonged, with his family. This thought had prompted him to investigate the idea of gifting it to Trowa. He'd give his lover his family home, the place that held some of their most treasured memories. He planned to have the deed in time to present it as Trowa's Christmas present. Trowa loved the estate as much as he did if not more; his lover had once said that the grand mansion felt like home to him. Quatre was determined to present his new family with a home, no matter what the cost.
"What if I purchased it. Bought it from myself? Can you see any reason why that wouldn't work?"
He could almost hear Clara's mind working. "I don't know, maybe.yes.yes I think it might. We could dip into your private fund, and make the purchase, then replenish the fund with the proceeds. Oh, Quatre I think that will work!"
He smiled to himself, Clara tried to remain profession as much as she could around him, but not unlike Sekurra, they'd known each other forever. Clara had more than once sat in for her mother as his watcher while growing up. He'd tried more than once to get her to simply call him by his first name, but Clara insisted if she did, she'd be put straight back into the mentality of being his babysitter again, and she'd be more likely to punish him for his stupid mistakes. He'd laughed at that, knowing Clara probably respected his business tactics more than anyone else. One day he'd planned to elevate her to a much higher seat besides his secretary, but he'd missed his chance with the stipulation to the will. However, he planned to make sure she was well cared for, for the rest of her life.
"Wonderful! Fax me the documents you need me to sign to foreclose on the sale. I want you to let the staff know of the change so it doesn't come as a dramatic shock this close to the Christmas season. Tell them that anyone that does not wish to renew their contract under the new ownership will be grated half a year's pay and released after the first of the year. Then inform the remaining staff to interview and restaff."
"Mr. Winner, as if anyone would leave your employment on purpose, you're the most unassuming master and boss I've ever known. But don't worry, I'll let them know. Anything else?"
Quatre smiled. "Yes, have all the faxes go to my desk at headquarters, not home, I don't want Trowa to accidentally see his present before the holiday."
"No problem. Wow, I'd sure like to get an estate as large as the Crystal for Christmas. Last time I took Rin there he loved it."
"Speaking of Rin, how is he doing?"
"Oh, Quatre, he's so cute! His whole class made these adorable little snowmen from cotton-balls. Then Rin insisted that his father needed one as well, so he made it and took it over to Ian's. I swear, I couldn't live with the man again to save my life, but he's the best father a boy could ever have. Rin's actually going over to Ian's house after Christmas morning to have dinner with his dad. I'll miss him, but my mom's coming, and we'll bring Rin back for the night. It's going to be a lovely Christmas."
He couldn't help it, his heart lurched at the joy and happiness that Clara always used when talking about her ten year old son. She loved him so much- as a mother should-and he felt such pain at knowing she had something he'd never have, something all the money in the world could never buy him. He smiled over the thought, and tried his best to cover his heartache.
"That's wonderful to hear Clara. Please give my love to Rin, and extend a Merry Christmas to Ian."
"I will. And don't worry about the Crystal, I'll take care of it."
"I appreciate it. I know it's hard to come in on a Sunday so close to Christmas."
"Oh don't worry about that, Mr. Winner. I scheduled a week off after Christmas in compensation for all the weekend work. Didn't think you'd mind."
He smiled and gave a short laugh. "Clara, if all my employees worked as hard as you do I'd only have to employ them for half a year, there wouldn't be anything else to do."
"Bite your tongue, Quatre. Now get back in there and take care of yourself. And you listen to me, give that tall, dark, handsome man of yours a huge kiss for me. I swear, you guys get all the cute ones." He couldn't help it, he laughed again; she sounded so much like Sakurra. "Thanks again, and I'll look for those faxes. Winner, out."
Closing down the cell, he looked quietly down at it before placing it on the small desk. Turning back towards the door, he took a deep breath. Gaury and Cory were probably still in there, and Quatre knew this sharade was taking a lot out of him. He hated lying about who he was, but as a businessman, he knew sometimes it was inevitable to maintain control.
Control.
He shook his head, banishing the thoughts of Trowa once again submitting to him. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he knew he needed to talk to Corinne soon. These thoughts and feelings were so foreign to him, and yet at the same time seemed like they'd been there all along. Like they were completely right and yet he'd pushed them from his mind and was only now recalling their importance.
Squaring his shoulders, he stepped from the room and went back to face Trowa. He froze in place three steps outside the door.
* * *
"You know Darling, Quatre seems even more tense than usual. This wouldn't have anything to do with those heartless sisters of his now would it?" Jeovony smiled knowingly up at him as she adjusted the collar of his suit.
Not knowing what else to say, or if he should say anything at all, he simply nodded.
Jeovony's face hardened instantly. "Those ungrateful cows. They come in here screaming about the injustice of their horrible brother. They make me sick! I've known your lover since he was little more than five years old and he's the very first child to ever where one of my original pieces. He's a lovely child, and one of the greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I swear to you, it takes all of my strength not to dress his sisters in the most horrendous outfits sometimes, and I'm sure that Liteea will never step foot in here again; I reamed her so well." She sighed, closing her eyes and trying to reign in her temper. "Quatre deserves better than all of this, and it's easy for me to see he's been through quite a lot." She smiled up at him. "You have to understand Luv, I've not seen Quatre both looking so tired, or so good. I think the situation is wearing on him, but you seem to be doing a good job of taking care of him. I think you may turn out to be very good for him, indeed."
Softly he answered back. "Thank you."
"Oh, now none of that! Gaury's going to be here for a few more minutes, which should be just enough time to show him what he's missing by sleeping with me." She winked at him conspiratorially. "What do you say I unveil my center piece on you? Gaury will probably drop the dishes, and when Quatre sees you.well, let's just say I'm sure he'll like it."
Again struck by this strange woman that seemed to possess the qualities of both friend and enemy, Trowa simply nodded, and followed her back out of the room.
* * *
In some distant part of his brain, Quatre knew the room had grown completely silent at his command. He felt the confusion emanating from the people around him, and lightly he felt the same from his partner.
But none of that mattered, it only strengthen his annoyance that they were still here. Standing tall, he commanded once again.
"Get out!"
Like a mad frenzy, Cory moved to the couch to nearly pull Duo and Heero to their feet. Duo must have looked at him again with some measure of confusion, but Quatre didn't see it. He couldn't see much of anything except the sight before him. His eyes never left Trowa's and as he opened the link just slightly, he felt the apprehension and lust leak through to fuel his objectives.
Duo came up to him, Shingam locked firmly in his grasp. "Quatre?"
"Get out."
He assumed Heero came up then, probably dragging Duo away and out of the room. And then they were alone. Just himself and Trowa; and the voices demanding he claim his lover once and for all.
* * *
Trowa watched calmly and with a budding sense of anticipation for Quatre to reenter the room. He knew he looked good; and more importantly, he knew Quatre would think he looked good too. Jeovony had been right, this piece was perfect as her center. It spoke of authority, and lust, power, and secret desires. It fit to his body like it had been made for him, the black leather pulling his skin tightly beneath but not uncomfortably. Leather pants with no visible seams raced up his long legs, making him seem even more lithe and graceful. His natural way of moving-which Catherine always attributed to his time with the lions-was catlike and fluid; the clothing only accentuating it. His shirt was poet in nature, half opened, it was an off white that for some reason contrasted against the pants beautifully, but did not wash out his natural coloring. He wore a gold chain around his neck, the dangle being that of a cross he felt no connection to but kicked off the clothing well. His shoes were black leather boots; boots that broke at his ankles and left no marks up his legs to be visible under the pants. His wrists were covered in black leather slave bracelets, and while he'd been hesitant to try them on, some part of his brain leapt at the knowledge that he was going out there to show Quatre.to model for Quatre.for Quatre.
Trowa wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what he looked like, and the feeling of power and danger appealed to him. It was like he'd walked right out of some ancient vampire novel from Before Colony. He almost laughed at the irony of it all, five years ago he'd felt little more than a dead man, walking from one place to another, feeling nothing and no one; and now, now when he felt more alive and loved than ever, he dressed like this, it was ironic.
He reveled in the looks both his friends and the help gave him, as he put everything he had into the walk he made from the side room to the pedestal. Quatre would be pleased, Gaury looked ready to pass out. Playing the part he'd been written, Trowa made his pose seem carefree and seductive. His body shifted, muscle definition visible through the tight fabric, he moved slightly, knowing he entranced even his friends with his subtle movements. He watched as Heero leaned over to whisper into Duo's ear, and watched the wide violet eyes close slowly in response.
Careful so as not to draw attention to it, he cast a look to Shingam and Killashandra. They sat together, doing their very best not to look too happy to see him. He guessed that without Quatre in the room, and with him gone for the ten minutes it took for him to dress, the children had been hard pressed to follow Quatre's instructions to be very quite and unassuming. He wanted to go to them, hug them, and hold them. It was a new feeling for him; he'd never been one of those people that went up to other's children and made a fuss, but these two seemed a part of him, as if they already belonged to his family and he hadn't quite realized it yet.
He heard the back door open, and shifted his body again to appear as desirable as possible; he'd get Quatre back for the torturous limo ride earlier this morning.
But as Quatre entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned as his lover simply stood there, no expression on his face, and stared at him. It lasted for nearly five seconds, and vaguely he heard Jeovony ask if Quatre liked the outfit. His lover's next words confused the hell out of him.
"Get out."
No one moved, or maybe no one breathed. It was commanding, allowing no room for lack of compliance, but still no one moved, too stunned that such a voice could come from the face of an angel. And then Trowa didn't have time to process anything else. Quatre barked the command again, and suddenly Jeovony was stepping away from him and the young woman who'd given Quatre the cell phone earlier pulled Duo and Heero to their feet, while Gaury grabbed the food trashed hovercart and left the room.
He watched his friends leave last, watched as Quatre again commanded Duo to leave without even looking at him. Quatre was staring straight at him, penetrating his eyes and staring at his soul. It was a blank look, but as the door closed behind Heero's retreating form, the look changed completely.
Lust.
There was not better way to define the look. Quatre's whole face shifted darkly, his body shifted; coiling in on itself, ready to strike, and yet waiting for the perfect opportunity. His heart raced, he'd never seen this look on Quatre before; it was predatory, completely and without shame. His lover stared at him, watching him with the hungry eyes of an animal that would not be denied his prize.
He couldn't look away, couldn't move a muscle as slowly, very slowly, Quatre moved towards him. His peripherals noted that Quatre continued to flex his hands, fists and then release, fists and then release. Trowa swallowed as a cold sweat broke over his body, he wasn't afraid, was he? How could he be afraid of Quatre? But there was something familiar in his lover's walk, something that he knew should frighten him, but instead seemed to do both that and increase his anticipation.
He followed Quatre with his eyes as the blonde moved around the pedestal, circling him, his eyes dancing across the cool definition of his body. Trowa followed him with his eyes, watching as gentle Quatre suddenly became something else, something infinitely more exciting.
Some part of him knew what this was, could sense where it was heading. He'd watched the lions do this, watched them circle the females before beginning the rite of creation. This was a dance, a musical movement, set to prepare the audience for the inevitable climax. Quatre didn't have to tell him what was going to happen, his body spoke for him, his movements, stalking and graceful, told his own body all he needed to know.
And then, some part of him, a part he hadn't felt in a long time, told him to lower his eyes, told him that the waiting would all be over the moment he gave in, the moment he gave into his lover. Slowly, hesitantly, knowing Quatre was watching everything he did, he followed the rules of the jungle, and admitted with is body, Quatre's rights.
From his left side, he felt Quatre slide against him, slim fingers moving to run into the downy hair at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the caress, tilting his head back and begging for more, more touch, more Quatre. Beside him, Quatre lifted his other hand to trace the outline in his chest of the open shirt, his one finger, idly moving over the "V".
Then, a husky voice spoke into his ear, teasing his senses, making his knees weak. "You're beautiful my lover, simply beautiful. Did you get all dressed up for me?"
He couldn't help it, the whimper escaped his throat before he had time to know it was even coming. This wasn't like Quatre. Quatre was gentle, always questioning his comfort, always making sure to set his mind at ease, promises of love filled touches and safety were almost always first on Quatre's mind. But this was different; untempered passion and powerful lust. Trowa listened carefully, examining word and body language, and found little mention of love; this wasn't about Quatre letting him know he loved him, this was about sex, nothing more and nothing less. He shivered violently at the thought.
"Shhhh, my Trowa. Shhhh." Soft hands caressed his face, washing down his elegant nose to brush against his lips. "Don't be frightened. You know I love you. That my love for you is stronger than death and life. Shhhh."
Carefully, Trowa nodded, opening his eyes to watch Quatre's face, needing to remember this was Quatre before him, and not someone else.
The emotions must have been strong because suddenly Quatre's face took on a kinder more gentle expression. Tempered with the lust were the features of his angel. "Be calm, my Trowa. You know who I am. But you've forgotten who, exactly, I am. Shhhh, don't be afraid. You look beautiful, my Trowa. I can hardly be expected to resist you. My Trowa..."
He knew immediately that he'd started to shake. Quatre's words were so much like one's he'd heard before, so much like ones he'd learned to fear and hide from. But Quatre's warm hands guided his face to once again look into his own, eyes meeting eyes, and Trowa locked onto them, holding onto the aquamarine to keep from drowning in old memories he'd rather die than remember.
"Hush my Trowa. I've frightened you more than I wanted too. It isn't right to hurt you in such a way. Be calm, my lover. My words are spoken in the wrong place, this is better left for home, where you are more comfortable. Shhhhh, my Trowa. You know you are safe with me, I'm not them, my Trowa, I'm not them."
Quatre shifted, now standing directly in front of him, his small yet sure hands running through his hair and over his face, calming him in ways that only Quatre knew how too. His heart slowed, this was right, this was the way it should be. At first he'd been afraid, remembered some other time best left forgotten, but Quatre was gentle, calming, loving. Quatre was in front of him, whispering softly to him, easing his fears. After so long old wounds still re-opened to this type of stimulation, but Quatre had created his own place, being gentle instead of commanding, loving instead of rough. But he could feel Quatre asking for more, not now, but later. Tonight. Tonight, Quatre would ask him for something he never had before, and Trowa would give it too him, would hand it to his lover with both hands.
He couldn't explain it. Quatre's commanding shift frightened him, yet also soothed the growing ache he'd felt in his soul since his lover had fallen ill and their roles had be reversed. He feared Quatre's strength, yet craved it like nothing he'd ever wanted more in his entire life. And on some level, he realized that this was truly Quatre's strength, that his lover was hiding nothing, nor wearing the mask of a strong man for him. This was Quatre, maybe even the real Quatre; and Trowa shuddered again in both anticipation and fear.
He felt one hand travel from his face to work it's way into his fisted hand. "That's right, my Trowa, calm down. That's right. Don't worry, you're safe with me. I didn't mean to frighten you so much. Come with me, come sit with me for a moment, my Trowa, my love." Gently, Quatre tugged, and Trowa opened his eyes to follow behind Quatre as the Arabian prince let him over to the couch.
Quatre sat, his back against one of the arms, before pulling him to rest neatly between his open knees, his back pressed against Quatre's chest. Absent hands roamed over his chest, tracing light patterns of nothing across his skin. In his back he could feel Quatre's arousal pressed into him and he felt his own body stir even more than it had before.
There was another tremble of fear that worked is way through his muscles as hands he knew belonged to Quatre but could not see the owner of, moved lower to caress his growing erection. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Trowa." The use of his name without the possessive caused him to turn and look once again into the depthless eyes of his most beloved. "As always, tell me to stop and I will, tell me I make you uncomfortable, and I'll make it better for you. Today and tonight could be hard on you lovely, and you must trust me as never before. But now, I won't hurt you; now, I want you to close your eyes and feel, just feel that it is me touching you, me loving you. And I do love you, Trowa. Tell me you understand that much."
He nodded, feeling the press of Quatre's fingers increase along with the speed of their caress.
"Good, my Trowa. Very good. Now be silent. I'll talk to you so you remember who I am."
He realized then that Quatre must have sensed his fears earlier; that Quatre knew he'd become uncomfortable not being able to see his beloved as they did this. The night on the tower had been the first time they had not been looking directly at each other while engaging in some form of sexual pleasure. He knew he insisted on it, that he couldn't stand not to see the face of the man he was with. It was a concession he knew sometimes frustrated his lover, but Quatre never complained, never even suggested they attempt something again if he knew it upset him. Quatre had once told him that sex and lovemaking was a partnership, and they had to be willing to allow for the needs of each other to be met. He often wondered if Quatre's needs were fully met.
"Quatre!" Warm hands released the silver buttons on his pants, immediately freeing his erection.
Behind him Quatre chuckled, a sweet sound that had just the hint of coiled aggression. "Why my Trowa, did you have some idea of what we were going to do?"
Maddeningly, Trowa shook his head in denial. He hadn't known, hadn't even suspected it would go this far.
Quatre laughed, wrapping his hand possessively around Trowa's length. "Every part of you is beautiful, my Trowa. It's like you were built for me, for my eyes only. I know I don't deserve you lover, but I refuse to let you go." Quatre's hand made sure and languid movements around him. His body jerked at the exquisite pleasure Quatre was selflessly giving to him. A part of him wanted to give as well, and he tried to shift his position only to have Quatre place his unoccupied hand firmly against his hips and stomach. "Don't fidget, my love."
"Quatre, what about you?"
A soft caress of laughter floated by his ear. "Don't you know yet, my Trowa. Your pleasure is my own. I live to love you, to make you mine. I can feel you through the link, beloved. Have no fear, I'm enjoying this as much as you are. Now hush, I like listening to you moan."
And then there was nothing more to say. Quietly, Trowa abandoned himself to Quatre's command. His body shook and responded in kind to his lover's quiet breathy words of encouragement and possession, and Trowa's body basked in it, required it. Quatre was powerful, in both word and deed, there was no denying that.
His breath quickened as he felt his body come closer to release. Behind him, he heard the same sound from Quatre, the deep breathing and quiet moans that set both of them ablaze. Suddenly, he felt the link slam closed, cutting him off from Quatre, leaving Quatre stranded. He tried to ask if Quatre was alright, why he'd denied his own pleasure, but Quatre gave him no reprieve. Warm lips and tongue worked at his pulse point, and a warm hand shifted to allow the full length of his roughened palm to scrape along his shaft. He didn't last fifteen seconds more.
* * *
Quatre felt his lover shudder and spasm, his fluids warming his hand as he continued to stroke his faithful Trowa. Mind closed against Trowa's pleasure, Quatre was still nearly done-in by the sights and sounds before him. Trowa was beautiful, the most beautiful man he'd ever known, there was no question about that. He nuzzled Trowa's neck, kissing the sensitive flesh there as Trowa slowly came down from his high. He lifted his hand from around Trowa's stomach and reached behind him for a discarded napkin he'd seen left there in Gaury's hurry to leave.
When he'd cleaned them both, he carefully redid Trowa's pants, before wrapping both arms securely around his lover's chest. The softness of Trowa's mind as he reopened the link let him know of his partner's satisfaction. Trowa was well taken care of, that he had been the one to provide it brought him a quiet satisfaction that settled the voices in the back of his mind to silence. Whatever part controlled the voices recognized that this act had accomplished part of their objectives, they retreated until later.
He felt the concern before Trowa shifted to look at him.
"Why did you break the link?" Trowa's eyes looked pleadingly at him.
He chuckled in response. "Unlike some people with two sets of clothes, I only came with one, and while I'm not opposed to dressing casually, I will not wear clothing with stains on them." He quirked a smile and Trowa blushed accordingly.
Quatre laughed heartily and nuzzled Trowa's check before lightly kissing it. "Lay back love, we've no where to be right now."
"I don't think Heero or Duo will think that."
He grimaced in remembrance. "Well, we've waited for them to.finish.more than once, I think they'll be fine for a little while. But there is the matter of the children, so perhaps we won't take as much time as I'd like too." He brushed Trowa's bangs from his face and kissed as much of him as he could.
Slowly his body calmed itself down, until he was fairly certain he could walk without discomfort.
"Well, this was certainly an interesting day." Trowa's voice held a hint of humor.
He nodded. "And it's not finished yet."
He felt the shudder of anticipation course through Trowa, and smiled wickedly at it.
Shifting, he nudged Trowa to sit up. "Well, I suppose we should collect our purchases and head out. If I recall, we still have a toy store to go too, and that wonderful woman's store is on the other side of town."
Trowa groaned, and fell back against his chest. "Ugh, that's forever!" Shyly Trowa looked up at him. "I'm exhausted."
Quatre laughed. "Did I take that much out of you?" Trowa nodded. "I'm sorry, Trowa. I'll make it up to you. Come on, I'm sure you'll be fine for a few more hours. Then we'll tuck the kids in bed and finish this morning and this afternoon properly." His eyes held the promise of even more pleasure, and Trowa groaned again for an entirely different reason.
Standing, Quatre helped Trowa readjust the rest of his clothing, and together they moved to the other room to gather Trowa's other clothes before casting one look back at the room and exiting.
Trowa walked next to him, while Quatre kept a firm lock around his waist. Trowa smiled down at him before ducking his head, only to return to gaze at him. Quatre smiled warmly in response.
The entranceway opened before them, and Quatre sighed at seeing Duo and Heero sitting on the couch, the children resting quietly between them. Quatre watched Shingam's face brighten for a tenth of a second before he remembered his instructions and looked away. Quatre smiled and nodded once to his friends before addressing Gaury and Jeovony who waited behind the marble desk.
"Thank you once again for the excellent service and accommodations, Madam Jeovony. I assume you've have the packages moved to my limo down stairs." The woman nodded, a faint and half concealed smile on her lips. "Wonderful. Let's settle the bill then, shall we?"
Deliberately, he swung Trowa into his body and kissed him roughly before releasing him and moving to the desk. He watched with half amusement, half hatred at the look of disgust on Gaury's face.
"I assume you'll be taking the outfit Mr. Barton is currently wearing."
Quatre nodded and smiled knowingly at the older woman. "Yes, I find it quite.appealing on him."
He saw Jeovony struggle not to laugh out loud, and waited while she ran the bill and presented it for him to sign.
Signature in place, and credits already extracted, Quatre called Trowa back to his side. He motioned for his friends to rise, and together they moved to the waiting elevator. Before the door closed, he looked back to Gaury. "Forgive the mess in the North room, I didn't realize buying clothes for children could be so.messy." He smiled once to Jeovony, and then stepped back to allow the doors to close.
The ride down was silent, as if they all knew not to say anything until in the safety of the car.
Silently, Quatre flexed his fingers against Trowa's hip, and he felt the answering gesture against the small of his back.
When the doors opened, he thanked Simus, and walked his family and friends back to the car. Once safely tucked inside, he breathed a sigh of relief; finally it was done.
"Quatre! My fucking God, you had sex in that room didn't you?!" Duo's voice rang crystal clear, and he was sure people outside had heard every syllable. He turned to see Heero glaring at Duo, while his best friend waited impatiently for the answer.
Trowa gave it too him.
"Yes. And it was good."
They laughed, a hearty laugh that shook the limo as it began its journey to the toy store across town. When finally they'd calmed down, Duo shook his head.
"So exactly how much did you end up spending in there, Quatre? A couple thousand credits?"
The car was silent as Quatre howled in laughter. He gripped his sides and shook with mirth at Duo's innocence. His friend really had no idea.
Finally under control, Quatre looked to his friend, and smiled warmly, tear tracks across his face from laughing so hard. "Um, no. Actually, I dropped closer to a million credits in there. Not that much really if you think about all we got."
But Duo's face blanched, and the braided pilot could do little more than work his mouth absently. The sight caused Quatre to laugh once again. Reaching across the seat, he took Killashandra and Shingam onto his lap and hugged them both tightly before leaning back against Trowa's warm body.
"It was very worth it, indeed."
It had been nearly an hour and Quatre was getting really hungry and really annoyed. Killashandra stood on the pedestal, modeling the last of her twenty-two outfits; they'd selected eighteen. She'd been wonderful. Once Shingam had explained that she didn't need to be afraid, Killa had actually acted as if the processes was making an impact on her. She'd even twirled around and watched the skirts of a particularly flowy party dress move.
After the incident, he'd felt a restlessness he couldn't explain. The voices he'd heard were silent, but in their wake was a sense of emptiness he couldn't explain. It was as if something they'd been trying to tell him made sense, if only he listened.
Madam Jeovony had been in a slight panic, but he'd quickly assured her that he was fine. Thankfully she knew about his empathic abilities from his father and sisters, and at least let the topic lay. Duo and Heero continued to watch him quietly, while Trowa barely let him move from his circle of arms. Add onto all of that, the poor children were hungry.
"Quatre, can we eat soon, Killa's tummy's hungry, and so's mine." Shingam sat on the floor by Quatre's feet, idly watching Killashandra model a pink jumper that was suitable for both play and casual dress.
"I know Shingam, and I promise someone will pay for it."
Warm callused hands caressed his face from behind, and Quatre instinctively snuggled into Trowa.
"McDonalds and Lobster is a tall order, not to mention pudding. Gaury's probably running around insanely."
Quatre couldn't help but smile wickedly, "Good."
"Now Darling, be kind, you know how I feel about that."
Like a reprimanded child, he winced before looking sheepishly at the older woman. "Forgive me Madam, I've forgotten myself."
Jeovony laughed. "Oh Darling, it's nothing to look so depressed about. Gaury's the most annoying bigot I've ever met, but every man has his faults- even you-and if properly ignored, he's not entirely unpleasant to live with."
Duo butted into the conversation. "Are you kidding? Any guy that isn't instantly awed by Quatre's radiant beauty should be thrown in a very dark hole somewhere and made only to sleep with pigs and whores."
Coughing to try and desperately cover up Duo's words, Quatre pulled away from Trowa's warmth and stood immediately to address Jeovony. "Madam Jeovony, Duo meant no disrespect-"
"Of course I did! That guy's an asshole!"
"Duo!" Quatre's voice was despairingly stern. Turning back to the woman who stood with a wide-eyed expression, Quatre tried again to apologize. "Jeovony, please forgive him. Duo can be an insensitive idiot sometimes. Really, he doesn't even know he's doing it!"
"Hey! What'd I do?"
Turning back to Duo, Quatre hissed. "Gaury is Jeovony's lover! Now shut up so I can fix this!"
He turned back in time to see Madam Jeovony erupt into a fit of pure delight. Joyous laughter filled the room as she nearly doubled over from gasping fits of laughter. Quatre simply ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
Finally, with her laughter under near control, Jeovony addressed him. "Darling, you simply have to bring your friends with you next time; they are truly a delight. Have no fear, I take no offence. I know exactly who and what Gaury is, and I won't apologize for loving him regardless. I believe a very notable person once said, love is blind." She smiled to let him and the others know her words were true, and Quatre was about to agree when the chimes again sounded.
Turning, he regarded the door for a moment, before lifting Shingam, to sit on one of the far chairs. "Now sit right here, and we'll eat in just a minute, ok?" Shingam nodded and he turned to smile lovingly at Killashandra who stopped her twirling as if understanding she was to remain sullen. He smiled once to Trowa, and then sat beside him, shift so that instead of taking comfort, he appeared to be the one giving it. Nodding to himself, he took a deep breath and called for their admittance.
The doors opened to allow Gaury entrance and the lengthy man pushed in another hover cart, this time loaded with covered items. Too tired to put on much of a show, Quatre accepted the tray without word, and then dismissed Gaury with just as much. The man left in silence, and Quatre reactivated the security code.
He felt Trowa unstiffen in his arms, and turned in time to see a happy buzz surround Shingam at the thought of food. He smiled to the boy. "Hungry Shingam?"
He nodded his head, and Quatre moved to dish out the food stuffs. Ten minutes later two children sat on the couch, Quatre and Heero on either side of them. Food was laid out before them all, and neither Shingam or Duo hesitated in attacking it like their last meal.
Smiling to himself, Quatre spooned one of the eight different kinds of soup into Killashandra's mouth before turning to accept a piece of lobster Trowa offered his waiting mouth. They were a sight. Duo wrenching the shell from a stubborn lobster; Heero taking a too big bite of some unknown hamburger substance and shoveling in about ten fries all at the same time; Shingam spooning in soup like he was still starving; Killa eating the spoonfuls he offered her; while he ate from an outstretched fork; and Trowa munched lazily on french-fries and a chocolate milkshake. What a sight indeed.
From her perch in a chair across from them, Jeovony laughed and talked quietly with them, accepting one of Trowa's cheeseburgers to tide her over for the moment. Quatre joked and laughed with her while listening as Duo engaged Shingam and Heero into a debate about the merits of seafood. It was a happy and joyous experience, and Quatre felt at peace for nearly the first time that day. He was still disturbed by his earlier brush with Killashandra, but he willed the thought away, knowing they were going to see Corinne the next day.
Half an hour later, Jeovony stood from her chair and looked pointedly at Trowa. "Well, Luv, I think it's time I work my magic. That outfit is quite becoming on you, but I'm sure I have something in my spring line you'll like just as much. Shall we?"
Trowa gave him a completely comical look of utter hopelessness, before Quatre shoved at his lover to get up. "Don't worry Trowa, I've heard Jeovony doesn't use pins."
They all laughed as Trowa made a show of gulping and holding out his hand to be taken away. It was completely uncharacteristic of Trowa, but when Shingam laughed childishly, Quatre understood why Trowa had done it.
To say that the first outfit was the ugliest thing Quatre had ever seen on Trowa would have been an understatement. His lover looked ridiculous in a high neck, almost Victorian collar with ruffles. He tried to let both Trowa and Jeovony down lightly, but was outdone when Duo fell on the floor laughing.
The second, third, and even forth weren't much better, decking Trowa out in such outrageous and "non-Trowa" colors as pink, orange, and some monstrous blue and white Pokka dots. Each time Trowa moved from the adjoining room where he was being dressed, he'd roll his eyes and make some strange new face, or just hang his head in shame.
By the sixth disaster Jeovony spoke. "I promise you, these styles will be suitable attire in the spring, but while Trowa is built perfectly, he simply lacks the.thing-needed to wear my clothes. Don't be upset, I've a few more things for you to try, and then we'll be done. I sincerely hope you find something you'd like too keep, it wouldn't do to go back on my word with Quatre; he can be quite vindictive." She whispered the last part.
"I heard that, Madam."
Two items later, a handsome suit was placed on Trowa's body. It was set in deep browns, and accented Trowa's auburn highlights and green eyes. Quatre praised Jeovony's work as he scooped another spoonful of pudding into Killa's waiting mouth; he now knew she preferred chocolate pudding to vanilla and butterscotch, while hesitantly swallowing the tapioca. "Madam, that is an amazing piece."
"I think so too. Trowa wears it well, I think. This will likely be the one you'll prefer, but I've one more piece to-"
Again the chimes rang, requesting admittance, and Quatre briefly wondered at the multiple disruptions. Standing he took Trowa's hand and moved him to stand on the pedestal. He offered a wink, before releasing the security once again.
Gaury and Cory walked in, the twenty something woman carrying a cellular phone. Gaury spoke with forced pleasantness. "Mr. Winner, your secretary is on line one."
Quatre brightened, stepping off the marble steps, he moved to graciously accept the phone from Cory's hand. Absently, he heard Jeovony call for Cory's assistance with something, while he turned his back on the others and addressed his goddess of the office.
"Clara."
"Oh good, you're finally going to talk to me, I've been on hold for nearly fifteen minutes, what were you doing sewing the clothes yourself?!"
Since adopting the corporation after his father's death, Quatre knew he needed to surround himself with people he could trust. Clara was the daughter of his mother's personal servant, a woman he'd lovingly called Nana for much of his young life. Clara had been educated in some of the best schools, and Quatre had sought her out after ascending to the top of Winner Enterprises Incorporated. She was one of his first and best decisions. Loyal to a fault, she told Quatre exactly what she thought when she thought it, and she held no fear, Quatre literally needed her to keep not only his sanity, but his trillion dollar corporation running.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I was just informed of your call."
"Is that horrible man there? Oh, he must be since your talking in code already. Look Mr. Winner, just do what I do when guys annoy me, kick him in the balls!" Quatre snorted, again thinking that if Duo had been straight he would have been under divine obligation to introduce him to Clara, they were perfect for one another.
"I do wish I could. And Clara, remind me never to annoy you."
"Mr. Winner, you never annoy me; after all, you do sign my pay check."
He laughed, and proceeded to a door that was obscured behind a hanging ream of fabric. Stepping through, he allowed the door to close before addressing Clara about the matter at hand. "Tell me Clara, how difficult will it be?"
"I wish I had better news. The lock on your executive rights until twenty- one states that no gift can be given in a denomination of over a billion credits. The Crystal Estate is nearly five billion credits worth of real- estate and development. Right now, I simply don't see a way for you to transfer the title to Mr. Barton at all, let alone without your sisters knowing about it."
"Clara, this is extremely important. You know as well as I do that I don't have much time left for corporate decisions. The Crystal Estate was my mother's original home, and as far as I know, it's where my parents were married. I can't stand to think I'll lose it in the shuffle once Winner Inc. is liquidated. I need the title transferred immediately, before Christmas."
"I'm sorry Mr. Winner, but you're asking for a miracle."
"Clara, it's ten days before Christmas it's the perfect time for miracles."
He heard her sigh deeply. "I had the lawyers working on it all night and they don't seem to know how it can be done. I just don't know how to help you this time."
He closed his eyes. He wouldn't allow this to happen. He had so few memories of his mother, and the Crystal Estate had been the one thing his mother had insisted he be given. Throughout his time as a pilot, Quatre had often taken refuge there, soaking up the remaining emotional energy that felt so much like his own. Later, Quatre had brought Trowa, and it was at the estate that they'd made many of their life changing decisions together, the most apparent, that they would live together upon returning home.
He needed to ensure that the estate would remain where it belonged, with his family. This thought had prompted him to investigate the idea of gifting it to Trowa. He'd give his lover his family home, the place that held some of their most treasured memories. He planned to have the deed in time to present it as Trowa's Christmas present. Trowa loved the estate as much as he did if not more; his lover had once said that the grand mansion felt like home to him. Quatre was determined to present his new family with a home, no matter what the cost.
"What if I purchased it. Bought it from myself? Can you see any reason why that wouldn't work?"
He could almost hear Clara's mind working. "I don't know, maybe.yes.yes I think it might. We could dip into your private fund, and make the purchase, then replenish the fund with the proceeds. Oh, Quatre I think that will work!"
He smiled to himself, Clara tried to remain profession as much as she could around him, but not unlike Sekurra, they'd known each other forever. Clara had more than once sat in for her mother as his watcher while growing up. He'd tried more than once to get her to simply call him by his first name, but Clara insisted if she did, she'd be put straight back into the mentality of being his babysitter again, and she'd be more likely to punish him for his stupid mistakes. He'd laughed at that, knowing Clara probably respected his business tactics more than anyone else. One day he'd planned to elevate her to a much higher seat besides his secretary, but he'd missed his chance with the stipulation to the will. However, he planned to make sure she was well cared for, for the rest of her life.
"Wonderful! Fax me the documents you need me to sign to foreclose on the sale. I want you to let the staff know of the change so it doesn't come as a dramatic shock this close to the Christmas season. Tell them that anyone that does not wish to renew their contract under the new ownership will be grated half a year's pay and released after the first of the year. Then inform the remaining staff to interview and restaff."
"Mr. Winner, as if anyone would leave your employment on purpose, you're the most unassuming master and boss I've ever known. But don't worry, I'll let them know. Anything else?"
Quatre smiled. "Yes, have all the faxes go to my desk at headquarters, not home, I don't want Trowa to accidentally see his present before the holiday."
"No problem. Wow, I'd sure like to get an estate as large as the Crystal for Christmas. Last time I took Rin there he loved it."
"Speaking of Rin, how is he doing?"
"Oh, Quatre, he's so cute! His whole class made these adorable little snowmen from cotton-balls. Then Rin insisted that his father needed one as well, so he made it and took it over to Ian's. I swear, I couldn't live with the man again to save my life, but he's the best father a boy could ever have. Rin's actually going over to Ian's house after Christmas morning to have dinner with his dad. I'll miss him, but my mom's coming, and we'll bring Rin back for the night. It's going to be a lovely Christmas."
He couldn't help it, his heart lurched at the joy and happiness that Clara always used when talking about her ten year old son. She loved him so much- as a mother should-and he felt such pain at knowing she had something he'd never have, something all the money in the world could never buy him. He smiled over the thought, and tried his best to cover his heartache.
"That's wonderful to hear Clara. Please give my love to Rin, and extend a Merry Christmas to Ian."
"I will. And don't worry about the Crystal, I'll take care of it."
"I appreciate it. I know it's hard to come in on a Sunday so close to Christmas."
"Oh don't worry about that, Mr. Winner. I scheduled a week off after Christmas in compensation for all the weekend work. Didn't think you'd mind."
He smiled and gave a short laugh. "Clara, if all my employees worked as hard as you do I'd only have to employ them for half a year, there wouldn't be anything else to do."
"Bite your tongue, Quatre. Now get back in there and take care of yourself. And you listen to me, give that tall, dark, handsome man of yours a huge kiss for me. I swear, you guys get all the cute ones." He couldn't help it, he laughed again; she sounded so much like Sakurra. "Thanks again, and I'll look for those faxes. Winner, out."
Closing down the cell, he looked quietly down at it before placing it on the small desk. Turning back towards the door, he took a deep breath. Gaury and Cory were probably still in there, and Quatre knew this sharade was taking a lot out of him. He hated lying about who he was, but as a businessman, he knew sometimes it was inevitable to maintain control.
Control.
He shook his head, banishing the thoughts of Trowa once again submitting to him. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he knew he needed to talk to Corinne soon. These thoughts and feelings were so foreign to him, and yet at the same time seemed like they'd been there all along. Like they were completely right and yet he'd pushed them from his mind and was only now recalling their importance.
Squaring his shoulders, he stepped from the room and went back to face Trowa. He froze in place three steps outside the door.
* * *
"You know Darling, Quatre seems even more tense than usual. This wouldn't have anything to do with those heartless sisters of his now would it?" Jeovony smiled knowingly up at him as she adjusted the collar of his suit.
Not knowing what else to say, or if he should say anything at all, he simply nodded.
Jeovony's face hardened instantly. "Those ungrateful cows. They come in here screaming about the injustice of their horrible brother. They make me sick! I've known your lover since he was little more than five years old and he's the very first child to ever where one of my original pieces. He's a lovely child, and one of the greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I swear to you, it takes all of my strength not to dress his sisters in the most horrendous outfits sometimes, and I'm sure that Liteea will never step foot in here again; I reamed her so well." She sighed, closing her eyes and trying to reign in her temper. "Quatre deserves better than all of this, and it's easy for me to see he's been through quite a lot." She smiled up at him. "You have to understand Luv, I've not seen Quatre both looking so tired, or so good. I think the situation is wearing on him, but you seem to be doing a good job of taking care of him. I think you may turn out to be very good for him, indeed."
Softly he answered back. "Thank you."
"Oh, now none of that! Gaury's going to be here for a few more minutes, which should be just enough time to show him what he's missing by sleeping with me." She winked at him conspiratorially. "What do you say I unveil my center piece on you? Gaury will probably drop the dishes, and when Quatre sees you.well, let's just say I'm sure he'll like it."
Again struck by this strange woman that seemed to possess the qualities of both friend and enemy, Trowa simply nodded, and followed her back out of the room.
* * *
In some distant part of his brain, Quatre knew the room had grown completely silent at his command. He felt the confusion emanating from the people around him, and lightly he felt the same from his partner.
But none of that mattered, it only strengthen his annoyance that they were still here. Standing tall, he commanded once again.
"Get out!"
Like a mad frenzy, Cory moved to the couch to nearly pull Duo and Heero to their feet. Duo must have looked at him again with some measure of confusion, but Quatre didn't see it. He couldn't see much of anything except the sight before him. His eyes never left Trowa's and as he opened the link just slightly, he felt the apprehension and lust leak through to fuel his objectives.
Duo came up to him, Shingam locked firmly in his grasp. "Quatre?"
"Get out."
He assumed Heero came up then, probably dragging Duo away and out of the room. And then they were alone. Just himself and Trowa; and the voices demanding he claim his lover once and for all.
* * *
Trowa watched calmly and with a budding sense of anticipation for Quatre to reenter the room. He knew he looked good; and more importantly, he knew Quatre would think he looked good too. Jeovony had been right, this piece was perfect as her center. It spoke of authority, and lust, power, and secret desires. It fit to his body like it had been made for him, the black leather pulling his skin tightly beneath but not uncomfortably. Leather pants with no visible seams raced up his long legs, making him seem even more lithe and graceful. His natural way of moving-which Catherine always attributed to his time with the lions-was catlike and fluid; the clothing only accentuating it. His shirt was poet in nature, half opened, it was an off white that for some reason contrasted against the pants beautifully, but did not wash out his natural coloring. He wore a gold chain around his neck, the dangle being that of a cross he felt no connection to but kicked off the clothing well. His shoes were black leather boots; boots that broke at his ankles and left no marks up his legs to be visible under the pants. His wrists were covered in black leather slave bracelets, and while he'd been hesitant to try them on, some part of his brain leapt at the knowledge that he was going out there to show Quatre.to model for Quatre.for Quatre.
Trowa wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what he looked like, and the feeling of power and danger appealed to him. It was like he'd walked right out of some ancient vampire novel from Before Colony. He almost laughed at the irony of it all, five years ago he'd felt little more than a dead man, walking from one place to another, feeling nothing and no one; and now, now when he felt more alive and loved than ever, he dressed like this, it was ironic.
He reveled in the looks both his friends and the help gave him, as he put everything he had into the walk he made from the side room to the pedestal. Quatre would be pleased, Gaury looked ready to pass out. Playing the part he'd been written, Trowa made his pose seem carefree and seductive. His body shifted, muscle definition visible through the tight fabric, he moved slightly, knowing he entranced even his friends with his subtle movements. He watched as Heero leaned over to whisper into Duo's ear, and watched the wide violet eyes close slowly in response.
Careful so as not to draw attention to it, he cast a look to Shingam and Killashandra. They sat together, doing their very best not to look too happy to see him. He guessed that without Quatre in the room, and with him gone for the ten minutes it took for him to dress, the children had been hard pressed to follow Quatre's instructions to be very quite and unassuming. He wanted to go to them, hug them, and hold them. It was a new feeling for him; he'd never been one of those people that went up to other's children and made a fuss, but these two seemed a part of him, as if they already belonged to his family and he hadn't quite realized it yet.
He heard the back door open, and shifted his body again to appear as desirable as possible; he'd get Quatre back for the torturous limo ride earlier this morning.
But as Quatre entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned as his lover simply stood there, no expression on his face, and stared at him. It lasted for nearly five seconds, and vaguely he heard Jeovony ask if Quatre liked the outfit. His lover's next words confused the hell out of him.
"Get out."
No one moved, or maybe no one breathed. It was commanding, allowing no room for lack of compliance, but still no one moved, too stunned that such a voice could come from the face of an angel. And then Trowa didn't have time to process anything else. Quatre barked the command again, and suddenly Jeovony was stepping away from him and the young woman who'd given Quatre the cell phone earlier pulled Duo and Heero to their feet, while Gaury grabbed the food trashed hovercart and left the room.
He watched his friends leave last, watched as Quatre again commanded Duo to leave without even looking at him. Quatre was staring straight at him, penetrating his eyes and staring at his soul. It was a blank look, but as the door closed behind Heero's retreating form, the look changed completely.
Lust.
There was not better way to define the look. Quatre's whole face shifted darkly, his body shifted; coiling in on itself, ready to strike, and yet waiting for the perfect opportunity. His heart raced, he'd never seen this look on Quatre before; it was predatory, completely and without shame. His lover stared at him, watching him with the hungry eyes of an animal that would not be denied his prize.
He couldn't look away, couldn't move a muscle as slowly, very slowly, Quatre moved towards him. His peripherals noted that Quatre continued to flex his hands, fists and then release, fists and then release. Trowa swallowed as a cold sweat broke over his body, he wasn't afraid, was he? How could he be afraid of Quatre? But there was something familiar in his lover's walk, something that he knew should frighten him, but instead seemed to do both that and increase his anticipation.
He followed Quatre with his eyes as the blonde moved around the pedestal, circling him, his eyes dancing across the cool definition of his body. Trowa followed him with his eyes, watching as gentle Quatre suddenly became something else, something infinitely more exciting.
Some part of him knew what this was, could sense where it was heading. He'd watched the lions do this, watched them circle the females before beginning the rite of creation. This was a dance, a musical movement, set to prepare the audience for the inevitable climax. Quatre didn't have to tell him what was going to happen, his body spoke for him, his movements, stalking and graceful, told his own body all he needed to know.
And then, some part of him, a part he hadn't felt in a long time, told him to lower his eyes, told him that the waiting would all be over the moment he gave in, the moment he gave into his lover. Slowly, hesitantly, knowing Quatre was watching everything he did, he followed the rules of the jungle, and admitted with is body, Quatre's rights.
From his left side, he felt Quatre slide against him, slim fingers moving to run into the downy hair at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the caress, tilting his head back and begging for more, more touch, more Quatre. Beside him, Quatre lifted his other hand to trace the outline in his chest of the open shirt, his one finger, idly moving over the "V".
Then, a husky voice spoke into his ear, teasing his senses, making his knees weak. "You're beautiful my lover, simply beautiful. Did you get all dressed up for me?"
He couldn't help it, the whimper escaped his throat before he had time to know it was even coming. This wasn't like Quatre. Quatre was gentle, always questioning his comfort, always making sure to set his mind at ease, promises of love filled touches and safety were almost always first on Quatre's mind. But this was different; untempered passion and powerful lust. Trowa listened carefully, examining word and body language, and found little mention of love; this wasn't about Quatre letting him know he loved him, this was about sex, nothing more and nothing less. He shivered violently at the thought.
"Shhhh, my Trowa. Shhhh." Soft hands caressed his face, washing down his elegant nose to brush against his lips. "Don't be frightened. You know I love you. That my love for you is stronger than death and life. Shhhh."
Carefully, Trowa nodded, opening his eyes to watch Quatre's face, needing to remember this was Quatre before him, and not someone else.
The emotions must have been strong because suddenly Quatre's face took on a kinder more gentle expression. Tempered with the lust were the features of his angel. "Be calm, my Trowa. You know who I am. But you've forgotten who, exactly, I am. Shhhh, don't be afraid. You look beautiful, my Trowa. I can hardly be expected to resist you. My Trowa..."
He knew immediately that he'd started to shake. Quatre's words were so much like one's he'd heard before, so much like ones he'd learned to fear and hide from. But Quatre's warm hands guided his face to once again look into his own, eyes meeting eyes, and Trowa locked onto them, holding onto the aquamarine to keep from drowning in old memories he'd rather die than remember.
"Hush my Trowa. I've frightened you more than I wanted too. It isn't right to hurt you in such a way. Be calm, my lover. My words are spoken in the wrong place, this is better left for home, where you are more comfortable. Shhhhh, my Trowa. You know you are safe with me, I'm not them, my Trowa, I'm not them."
Quatre shifted, now standing directly in front of him, his small yet sure hands running through his hair and over his face, calming him in ways that only Quatre knew how too. His heart slowed, this was right, this was the way it should be. At first he'd been afraid, remembered some other time best left forgotten, but Quatre was gentle, calming, loving. Quatre was in front of him, whispering softly to him, easing his fears. After so long old wounds still re-opened to this type of stimulation, but Quatre had created his own place, being gentle instead of commanding, loving instead of rough. But he could feel Quatre asking for more, not now, but later. Tonight. Tonight, Quatre would ask him for something he never had before, and Trowa would give it too him, would hand it to his lover with both hands.
He couldn't explain it. Quatre's commanding shift frightened him, yet also soothed the growing ache he'd felt in his soul since his lover had fallen ill and their roles had be reversed. He feared Quatre's strength, yet craved it like nothing he'd ever wanted more in his entire life. And on some level, he realized that this was truly Quatre's strength, that his lover was hiding nothing, nor wearing the mask of a strong man for him. This was Quatre, maybe even the real Quatre; and Trowa shuddered again in both anticipation and fear.
He felt one hand travel from his face to work it's way into his fisted hand. "That's right, my Trowa, calm down. That's right. Don't worry, you're safe with me. I didn't mean to frighten you so much. Come with me, come sit with me for a moment, my Trowa, my love." Gently, Quatre tugged, and Trowa opened his eyes to follow behind Quatre as the Arabian prince let him over to the couch.
Quatre sat, his back against one of the arms, before pulling him to rest neatly between his open knees, his back pressed against Quatre's chest. Absent hands roamed over his chest, tracing light patterns of nothing across his skin. In his back he could feel Quatre's arousal pressed into him and he felt his own body stir even more than it had before.
There was another tremble of fear that worked is way through his muscles as hands he knew belonged to Quatre but could not see the owner of, moved lower to caress his growing erection. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Trowa." The use of his name without the possessive caused him to turn and look once again into the depthless eyes of his most beloved. "As always, tell me to stop and I will, tell me I make you uncomfortable, and I'll make it better for you. Today and tonight could be hard on you lovely, and you must trust me as never before. But now, I won't hurt you; now, I want you to close your eyes and feel, just feel that it is me touching you, me loving you. And I do love you, Trowa. Tell me you understand that much."
He nodded, feeling the press of Quatre's fingers increase along with the speed of their caress.
"Good, my Trowa. Very good. Now be silent. I'll talk to you so you remember who I am."
He realized then that Quatre must have sensed his fears earlier; that Quatre knew he'd become uncomfortable not being able to see his beloved as they did this. The night on the tower had been the first time they had not been looking directly at each other while engaging in some form of sexual pleasure. He knew he insisted on it, that he couldn't stand not to see the face of the man he was with. It was a concession he knew sometimes frustrated his lover, but Quatre never complained, never even suggested they attempt something again if he knew it upset him. Quatre had once told him that sex and lovemaking was a partnership, and they had to be willing to allow for the needs of each other to be met. He often wondered if Quatre's needs were fully met.
"Quatre!" Warm hands released the silver buttons on his pants, immediately freeing his erection.
Behind him Quatre chuckled, a sweet sound that had just the hint of coiled aggression. "Why my Trowa, did you have some idea of what we were going to do?"
Maddeningly, Trowa shook his head in denial. He hadn't known, hadn't even suspected it would go this far.
Quatre laughed, wrapping his hand possessively around Trowa's length. "Every part of you is beautiful, my Trowa. It's like you were built for me, for my eyes only. I know I don't deserve you lover, but I refuse to let you go." Quatre's hand made sure and languid movements around him. His body jerked at the exquisite pleasure Quatre was selflessly giving to him. A part of him wanted to give as well, and he tried to shift his position only to have Quatre place his unoccupied hand firmly against his hips and stomach. "Don't fidget, my love."
"Quatre, what about you?"
A soft caress of laughter floated by his ear. "Don't you know yet, my Trowa. Your pleasure is my own. I live to love you, to make you mine. I can feel you through the link, beloved. Have no fear, I'm enjoying this as much as you are. Now hush, I like listening to you moan."
And then there was nothing more to say. Quietly, Trowa abandoned himself to Quatre's command. His body shook and responded in kind to his lover's quiet breathy words of encouragement and possession, and Trowa's body basked in it, required it. Quatre was powerful, in both word and deed, there was no denying that.
His breath quickened as he felt his body come closer to release. Behind him, he heard the same sound from Quatre, the deep breathing and quiet moans that set both of them ablaze. Suddenly, he felt the link slam closed, cutting him off from Quatre, leaving Quatre stranded. He tried to ask if Quatre was alright, why he'd denied his own pleasure, but Quatre gave him no reprieve. Warm lips and tongue worked at his pulse point, and a warm hand shifted to allow the full length of his roughened palm to scrape along his shaft. He didn't last fifteen seconds more.
* * *
Quatre felt his lover shudder and spasm, his fluids warming his hand as he continued to stroke his faithful Trowa. Mind closed against Trowa's pleasure, Quatre was still nearly done-in by the sights and sounds before him. Trowa was beautiful, the most beautiful man he'd ever known, there was no question about that. He nuzzled Trowa's neck, kissing the sensitive flesh there as Trowa slowly came down from his high. He lifted his hand from around Trowa's stomach and reached behind him for a discarded napkin he'd seen left there in Gaury's hurry to leave.
When he'd cleaned them both, he carefully redid Trowa's pants, before wrapping both arms securely around his lover's chest. The softness of Trowa's mind as he reopened the link let him know of his partner's satisfaction. Trowa was well taken care of, that he had been the one to provide it brought him a quiet satisfaction that settled the voices in the back of his mind to silence. Whatever part controlled the voices recognized that this act had accomplished part of their objectives, they retreated until later.
He felt the concern before Trowa shifted to look at him.
"Why did you break the link?" Trowa's eyes looked pleadingly at him.
He chuckled in response. "Unlike some people with two sets of clothes, I only came with one, and while I'm not opposed to dressing casually, I will not wear clothing with stains on them." He quirked a smile and Trowa blushed accordingly.
Quatre laughed heartily and nuzzled Trowa's check before lightly kissing it. "Lay back love, we've no where to be right now."
"I don't think Heero or Duo will think that."
He grimaced in remembrance. "Well, we've waited for them to.finish.more than once, I think they'll be fine for a little while. But there is the matter of the children, so perhaps we won't take as much time as I'd like too." He brushed Trowa's bangs from his face and kissed as much of him as he could.
Slowly his body calmed itself down, until he was fairly certain he could walk without discomfort.
"Well, this was certainly an interesting day." Trowa's voice held a hint of humor.
He nodded. "And it's not finished yet."
He felt the shudder of anticipation course through Trowa, and smiled wickedly at it.
Shifting, he nudged Trowa to sit up. "Well, I suppose we should collect our purchases and head out. If I recall, we still have a toy store to go too, and that wonderful woman's store is on the other side of town."
Trowa groaned, and fell back against his chest. "Ugh, that's forever!" Shyly Trowa looked up at him. "I'm exhausted."
Quatre laughed. "Did I take that much out of you?" Trowa nodded. "I'm sorry, Trowa. I'll make it up to you. Come on, I'm sure you'll be fine for a few more hours. Then we'll tuck the kids in bed and finish this morning and this afternoon properly." His eyes held the promise of even more pleasure, and Trowa groaned again for an entirely different reason.
Standing, Quatre helped Trowa readjust the rest of his clothing, and together they moved to the other room to gather Trowa's other clothes before casting one look back at the room and exiting.
Trowa walked next to him, while Quatre kept a firm lock around his waist. Trowa smiled down at him before ducking his head, only to return to gaze at him. Quatre smiled warmly in response.
The entranceway opened before them, and Quatre sighed at seeing Duo and Heero sitting on the couch, the children resting quietly between them. Quatre watched Shingam's face brighten for a tenth of a second before he remembered his instructions and looked away. Quatre smiled and nodded once to his friends before addressing Gaury and Jeovony who waited behind the marble desk.
"Thank you once again for the excellent service and accommodations, Madam Jeovony. I assume you've have the packages moved to my limo down stairs." The woman nodded, a faint and half concealed smile on her lips. "Wonderful. Let's settle the bill then, shall we?"
Deliberately, he swung Trowa into his body and kissed him roughly before releasing him and moving to the desk. He watched with half amusement, half hatred at the look of disgust on Gaury's face.
"I assume you'll be taking the outfit Mr. Barton is currently wearing."
Quatre nodded and smiled knowingly at the older woman. "Yes, I find it quite.appealing on him."
He saw Jeovony struggle not to laugh out loud, and waited while she ran the bill and presented it for him to sign.
Signature in place, and credits already extracted, Quatre called Trowa back to his side. He motioned for his friends to rise, and together they moved to the waiting elevator. Before the door closed, he looked back to Gaury. "Forgive the mess in the North room, I didn't realize buying clothes for children could be so.messy." He smiled once to Jeovony, and then stepped back to allow the doors to close.
The ride down was silent, as if they all knew not to say anything until in the safety of the car.
Silently, Quatre flexed his fingers against Trowa's hip, and he felt the answering gesture against the small of his back.
When the doors opened, he thanked Simus, and walked his family and friends back to the car. Once safely tucked inside, he breathed a sigh of relief; finally it was done.
"Quatre! My fucking God, you had sex in that room didn't you?!" Duo's voice rang crystal clear, and he was sure people outside had heard every syllable. He turned to see Heero glaring at Duo, while his best friend waited impatiently for the answer.
Trowa gave it too him.
"Yes. And it was good."
They laughed, a hearty laugh that shook the limo as it began its journey to the toy store across town. When finally they'd calmed down, Duo shook his head.
"So exactly how much did you end up spending in there, Quatre? A couple thousand credits?"
The car was silent as Quatre howled in laughter. He gripped his sides and shook with mirth at Duo's innocence. His friend really had no idea.
Finally under control, Quatre looked to his friend, and smiled warmly, tear tracks across his face from laughing so hard. "Um, no. Actually, I dropped closer to a million credits in there. Not that much really if you think about all we got."
But Duo's face blanched, and the braided pilot could do little more than work his mouth absently. The sight caused Quatre to laugh once again. Reaching across the seat, he took Killashandra and Shingam onto his lap and hugged them both tightly before leaning back against Trowa's warm body.
"It was very worth it, indeed."