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The first part was kinda lame. Hope to pick up the pace now.
Don't Forget Me -Part 2
"That's great Q-man!" Duo cheered when Quatre told him the news, "I can't wait to see how sexy you look in a dress. Can't wear white though. Trowa already popped your cherry!"
"Duo!!! I'm not wearing a dress!" The blonde's face flushed bright red.
Duo laughed, "But you're not protesting the second part." Quatre's blush deepened.
That moment the other three pilots trudged into the kitchen, each lugging an armful of groceries. Trowa nearly dropped his load and ran to embrace his lover from behind. He kissed him on the neck softly. "I missed you."
Quatre giggled. "You were gone twenty minutes!"
"It felt like eternity!"
Duo made gagging noises in the back of his throat. "Help me Hee-chan! They're being icky!" He buried his face in his lover's chest.
Wufei just shook his head. "Bakas. All of you. I'm glad you're happy but please don't be so. obscene in front of me." The Chinese boy knew his fellow pilots were gay, and he didn't actively oppose them. He did, however, disapprove.
The braided pilot detached from his lover to wrap his arms around Wufei. "Feeling left out Wu-man? I'll help you feel better." He turned and pressed his backside against the shorter boy's hips. Wufei pushed him away roughly. "You disgust me," was all he said, before turning on his heel and slamming into his room.
"What did you do that for Duo, you know how he feels about it." Heero pulled his lover back into his arms. Duo knew Heero wasn't just thinking about how Wufei felt, he was also tense with jealousy. Possessive about anything that was his, he hated it when anyone touched Duo. But it especially stung when his boyfriend threw himself at others. He would never tell Duo this thought. The American would most likely just call him insecure or make some joke about the imperfections of the "perfect soldier."
"He needs to learn to accept us for who we are. We accept him. Don't you agree Q-man?"
But Quatre and Trowa weren't paying attention. They were too busy with eachother. Trowa had his lover pinned against the refrigerator, slowly ravishing his mouth. Heero and Duo silently made their way out of the kitchen.
Trowa pulled away and looked down into the smaller pilot's eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," was the reply. The blonde wove his fingers through Trowa's hair and kissed him lightly. Trowa's tongue gently probed, seeking entry into the warm cavern of his fiancee's mouth. Just as the blonde's lips parted, they were interrupted by a loud, obnoxious ringing. "Let the others get it." Quatre suggested. Trowa moaned in agreement and their hips melded together. As he tried to deepen the kiss, another interruption was dealt to them in the form of Duo.
"TROWA!" he screamed, "PHONE!"
"Say you're busy," Quatre suggested but Trowa put a finger to his lips.
"I'll be right back. Don't move." Quatre obeyed and the banged pilot went to answer the phone.
"Trowa?" It was Catherine.
"Oh, hi. What is it?"
"I'm sorry to bother you. I hope you weren't in the middle of anything important."
"Mmm.nothing TOO important."
"Good, good," She didn't seem too concerned. "Listen Tro, my car got towed and I need a ride to pick it up. Will you come by and give me a lift?"
"Right now?"
"Are you really busy?"
"No.there's just a cute little blonde I was in the process of molesting and."
"Trowa I really need you," she cut him off.
Trowa glanced through the doorway at his lover, still waiting for him, and sighed. "Fine, I'll be over in a minute."
"Thanks so much!" Catherine hung up. Trowa leaned against the doorjamb for a minute before going in to give Quatre the bad news.
"I'll come with you!" the blonde suggested.
"No, no. I'll only be an hour," Trowa assured him.
Quatre leaned up and kissed him. "Hurry back. I'll be waiting." The line was delivered in a husky whisper.
Trowa grabbed his keys and fled the house. Catherine was going to pay for every minute his love had to wait. He broke the few speed limits there were and barely paid attention to the road. All he was thinking about was getting this errand over with and taking his lover to bed. His mind was so jumbled that he didn't see the truck on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. They hit head on. Quatre flashed before his eyes and all went black.
To Be Continued.
Don't worry! It's not a death fic! I don't do death fics!
Please leave feedback. I can't live without feedback. Feedback will make me add more chapters sooner.
The first part was kinda lame. Hope to pick up the pace now.
Don't Forget Me -Part 2
"That's great Q-man!" Duo cheered when Quatre told him the news, "I can't wait to see how sexy you look in a dress. Can't wear white though. Trowa already popped your cherry!"
"Duo!!! I'm not wearing a dress!" The blonde's face flushed bright red.
Duo laughed, "But you're not protesting the second part." Quatre's blush deepened.
That moment the other three pilots trudged into the kitchen, each lugging an armful of groceries. Trowa nearly dropped his load and ran to embrace his lover from behind. He kissed him on the neck softly. "I missed you."
Quatre giggled. "You were gone twenty minutes!"
"It felt like eternity!"
Duo made gagging noises in the back of his throat. "Help me Hee-chan! They're being icky!" He buried his face in his lover's chest.
Wufei just shook his head. "Bakas. All of you. I'm glad you're happy but please don't be so. obscene in front of me." The Chinese boy knew his fellow pilots were gay, and he didn't actively oppose them. He did, however, disapprove.
The braided pilot detached from his lover to wrap his arms around Wufei. "Feeling left out Wu-man? I'll help you feel better." He turned and pressed his backside against the shorter boy's hips. Wufei pushed him away roughly. "You disgust me," was all he said, before turning on his heel and slamming into his room.
"What did you do that for Duo, you know how he feels about it." Heero pulled his lover back into his arms. Duo knew Heero wasn't just thinking about how Wufei felt, he was also tense with jealousy. Possessive about anything that was his, he hated it when anyone touched Duo. But it especially stung when his boyfriend threw himself at others. He would never tell Duo this thought. The American would most likely just call him insecure or make some joke about the imperfections of the "perfect soldier."
"He needs to learn to accept us for who we are. We accept him. Don't you agree Q-man?"
But Quatre and Trowa weren't paying attention. They were too busy with eachother. Trowa had his lover pinned against the refrigerator, slowly ravishing his mouth. Heero and Duo silently made their way out of the kitchen.
Trowa pulled away and looked down into the smaller pilot's eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too," was the reply. The blonde wove his fingers through Trowa's hair and kissed him lightly. Trowa's tongue gently probed, seeking entry into the warm cavern of his fiancee's mouth. Just as the blonde's lips parted, they were interrupted by a loud, obnoxious ringing. "Let the others get it." Quatre suggested. Trowa moaned in agreement and their hips melded together. As he tried to deepen the kiss, another interruption was dealt to them in the form of Duo.
"TROWA!" he screamed, "PHONE!"
"Say you're busy," Quatre suggested but Trowa put a finger to his lips.
"I'll be right back. Don't move." Quatre obeyed and the banged pilot went to answer the phone.
"Trowa?" It was Catherine.
"Oh, hi. What is it?"
"I'm sorry to bother you. I hope you weren't in the middle of anything important."
"Mmm.nothing TOO important."
"Good, good," She didn't seem too concerned. "Listen Tro, my car got towed and I need a ride to pick it up. Will you come by and give me a lift?"
"Right now?"
"Are you really busy?"
"No.there's just a cute little blonde I was in the process of molesting and."
"Trowa I really need you," she cut him off.
Trowa glanced through the doorway at his lover, still waiting for him, and sighed. "Fine, I'll be over in a minute."
"Thanks so much!" Catherine hung up. Trowa leaned against the doorjamb for a minute before going in to give Quatre the bad news.
"I'll come with you!" the blonde suggested.
"No, no. I'll only be an hour," Trowa assured him.
Quatre leaned up and kissed him. "Hurry back. I'll be waiting." The line was delivered in a husky whisper.
Trowa grabbed his keys and fled the house. Catherine was going to pay for every minute his love had to wait. He broke the few speed limits there were and barely paid attention to the road. All he was thinking about was getting this errand over with and taking his lover to bed. His mind was so jumbled that he didn't see the truck on the wrong side of the road until it was too late. They hit head on. Quatre flashed before his eyes and all went black.
To Be Continued.
Don't worry! It's not a death fic! I don't do death fics!
Please leave feedback. I can't live without feedback. Feedback will make me add more chapters sooner.