The Heart Asks Pleasure First Chapter 6: V, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

The Heart Asks Pleasure First

Warning: Section contains mild citrus.

Scena V.

Divisi, tremolando, Soave

Trio. duet

Divisi

Since when are smiles like precious urns

To store away in air-tight rooms?

Do they shatter when the company's cold

To be swept away by tidy brooms?

Since when are laughs like magic spells

To practice only in the dead of night?

Do they go against the grain of law

Or are they solely for true love's delight?

Since when are kisses like rusted coins

To pass about to whomever is willing?

Is the inside of your mouth less hallow

Than what the outside vibrations bring?

-Q.R.W.

Tremolando

Dainty child with eyes of blue

What is this you have with you?

Is it a soldier, brave and strong,

Or an abortion quite gone wrong?

Darling boy with hair of gold,

He's not as charming to behold!

His face is ice and eyes are gaunt

Is he really worthy to flaunt?

What use is he without his gifts,

Crying out while the world shifts?

You pity him, as children do,

He'll hate you for it, though it's true.

-A & M.

Laconism

Extremism

Pessimism

Heroism

Terrorism

Pacifism

Militarism

Cavalierism

Altruism

You are dying from too many 'isms'.

-I. W.

Soave

Oh, come here! Come land on my petals!

They are soft and beaded with nectar.

Feast on my gifts, and bear them off with you

When you journey to lands afar.

Transport me with you when you traverse the land!

Carry but a bit of pollen dust on your sunset wings.

I'll remember you forever, for you were the first

And only orange butterfly to love me this spring.

-Q.R.W.

There has never been another, nor will there ever be

A daffodil so beautiful to attract this heart of me.

Though I may travel far to see the sights of earth

Only my little daffodil inspires in me such mirth.

And if I die because I'm parched, and cannot bear to sip

It is because I cannot bear to kiss another lip.

-N.

Scena V.

"Quatre?"

"Hmmm? Oh, Nanashi- it's three thirty in the morning. Go back to sleep."

"But I can't." He sat up, leaning against the headboard.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so uncomfortable." Nanashi whispered softly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I told you this bed was comfortable! I guess different people like different mattresses. . ."

"It's not that, Quatre." The pilot purred, climbing out of the bed. His every movement oozed with sex. "It's the suit- just like you told me. It's smothering me." He ran a hand through his hair then peered at Quatre through lowered eyelids." Would it. . .bother you terribly if I. . .removed it?"

"R. ..r. . r. . ."

"Removed it. Yes." Nanashi repeated.

"N. . no! Of course not! Do whatever makes you feel comfortable!"

"Thank you." His little pink tongue flicked along his lips, making them wet and shiny in the moonlight. The pilot felt for the hidden zipper at his neck then slowly pulled it down. So slowly. . .

"Oh!"

"Quatre," He drew the name out like toffee. He tugged the zipper down another inch, which presented a patch of dewy, bronzed skin. Quatre bit his lip to keep from gasping.

He pulled the zipper down past his throat. All of a sudden, he stopped with a small jerk. Nanashi tugged at the zipper a bit, staring at it intently. Then the pilot looked up at Quatre through his thick eyelashes.

"It's caught."

"Oh."

"Could you help me?"

Quatre jumped from the bed, nearly bumping into the soldier. He placed his hand over Nanashi's and they both tugged simultaneously. The zipper came free with a jerk, and slid all the way down to the pilot's navel. Nanashi gasped at the cold air that now caressed his skin.

"It's so hot. I'm sweating. . ."

"Let's get it off. . ."

"Help me Quatre. Pull the zipper." Never taking his eyes from Nanashi's, Quatre pulled the zipper down past the boy's stomach to the top of his groin.

"It. . ." Nanashi gasped. "Goes between my legs. You have to pull it all the way down." Quatre's eyes momentarily rolled back in his head. He grasped the zipper and pushed it open all the way to the pilot's buttocks. "Help me get it off." Each tight section was pulled off to reveal a body shimmering with sweat. Quatre freed him of the upper section quickly, but paused before continuing. "Thank you." Nanashi murmured. "I'll do the rest. Go back and lay down."

Quatre sat on the bed and watched. Nanashi grasped the material that had gathered at his waist and slowly pushed it down his hips, then his thighs and all the way to his feet. The audience gasped.

Nanashi was now before him, buck naked save for a tiny red g-string with 'Quatre' stitched in gold across the front. Stepping out of the suit, the soldier crawled back into bed, laying on his side facing Quatre.

"Nanashi, that's not your name." Quatre pointed, shyly.

"No. . .it's my master's name. The one who owns me."

". . .That's. . .my name."

"Mmm.. ..really?" Quatre's gorgeous crush stretched out, presenting his body to his 'master'. "Then. . .I guess I belong to you." He beckoned Quatre with his eyes. Quatre crawled atop Nanashi and rubbed his hands over his lover's silky chest.

"Oh Quatre! I've wanted you for sooooo long!"

They kissed fiercely- an open mouthed kiss with an excessive amount of tongue. Their hands were groping machines that grabbed at whatever they could get a hold of. Quatre moaned in Nanashi's mouth as a hand found his erection and rubbed it fondly.

"Nanashi! Oh Nanashi! I love you! I love you so! Nanashi."

Quatre awoke with a start. Blinking, he realized that it was morning and that no- he wasn't in the throngs of ecstasy with his beautiful Nanashi.

It was same old morning. He groaned.

'A dream! What cruel fate!'

Well, at least his bed was comfortable.

Quatre snuggled deeper, revelling in the comforts of his down duvet. Yes yes-he knew the sun was up- he saw the light and could feel the rays on his cheek- but he didn't give a lick!

'Mmm. . .so warm. . .sooooo comfy. . .' He went to bury his face in his pillow as was habit, but was greeted with something far harder, with a much different texture. 'Huh? What's this? It feels. . .weird. Like plastic. . or rubber or. . .'

He opened his eyes with a start.

'Oh. . . my. . . god. . ..'

He tentatively reached out to touch the foreign fabric of Nanashi's space suit, upon which his head was resting. Yes, he and the pilot were curled up rather cosily. Quatre's head had somehow come to rest on Nanashi's pectoral while his arms were wrapped around the brunette's trim waist. No wonder he'd had the dream he'd had! Quatre wasn't totally at fault- one rubber-clad arm held the heir to his dream lover's chest rather possessively. From one point of view, it was a beautiful thing- these two young men of different backgrounds come together in a secure and loving atmosphere.

However, this point of view was rather askew- the entire situation was a complete mess!

'oh boy oh boy oh boy, he's gonna kill me!' Quatre wailed in his sleepy head. 'I gotta. .. I gotta get out of this before he wakes up I. . .oh god, this is nice. Yes, I. . .like this. .. I really like this. . .Mm. . .he smells like apples. . .oh and rubber. . .I think I'm hungry. . .Quatre, don't be a pervert! . . .he's so strong! Just another moment. . .' The space prince curled up tighter, rubbing his nose against the rubber. Nanashi's chest rose and fell gently with his breath, and Quatre enjoyed the sensation- it almost felt like bobbing in a boat. 'All right, Quatre, that's enough! Get out of there before he wakes up! He'll be mad if he finds out you were mauling him in his sleep! Let go!' His mental voice was a terrible prude.

'So wonderful. . .I could lie like this forever. . .Our arms around each other, our bodies pressed tightly together in our night clothes. I wonder what he wears? Certainly nothing as childish as my striped pyjamas. Probably a pair of sweat pants or. . .his underwear. Or maybe nothing! Oh, imagine it! Us lying in bed as lovers, him wearing nothing but my comforter! Oh save me!'

Suddenly, Quatre wasn't as comfortable with his surroundings as he'd previously thought. Wicked thoughts lead to repercussions.

'Damn it! I. . .' He blushed and glanced down at the not-so-virginal protuberance in his groin-area. 'That's what you get for being a pervert, Quatre Raberba Winner!' He reprimanded himself. 'Well, I really do need to get out of this mess now! I'll go to the bathroom and have a shower- maybe that'll get rid of this. . .distraction. Though, something else might get rid of . .. No! Bad Quatre! Wicked! Poor Nanashi, I don't mean to think this way, I'm so sorry!' He shifted slightly. 'Now, how am I supposed to. . .well, I should just crawl backwards out of this oh-so intimate embrace and get myself. . um. . .somewhere else, I suppose. . .'

Moving at a snail's pace, Quatre removed his arms and shimmied out from under Nanashi's. He froze upon hearing a gentle sigh burst from the pilot's mouth, but, in realizing his love was still fast asleep, the master of the house crawled underneath the covers to the foot of the bed, where he accidentally fell.

"Crap." He clamped his own hand over his mouth and remained quiet. There was a small hitch in Nanashi's breathing, but he remained undisturbed. Gulping, Quatre tip-toed into the bathroom. Locking the door, he sat on the toilet seat, feeling very guilty.

'I. . .I think a cold shower would be good for me this morning. . .it's good for the pores. . .or something. . .'

Most sixteen year old men wouldn't have been so hesitant to relieve themselves of any sexual frustration. However, there was no way Quatre could possibly do that with the object of his affection sleeping innocently the next room! 'That's just disrespectful!' He affirmed, peeling off his clothes and hopping into the shower. He yelped a bit when the cold water slapped against his feverish skin, but stayed strong.

However, so did his problem.

'Nanashi, why do you have to be so sexy?' Quatre growled in his head. 'If you weren't, I wouldn't be in so much agony! Humph! Stupid post-pubescent hormones! I should just get it over with and be done with the whole thing. . .I mean, it wouldn't take very long. . .Him, in my bed, in that pilot's suit- that skin-tight rubber pilot's suit. Quatre! Stop! Oh. . .and all those muscles! Those rippling shoulders and firm stomach and tight butt! Oh crap. . .'

Quatre relieved himself as quickly as possible.

He stepped out of the shower on shaking legs. Wrapping himself in his sky-blue robe, he quietly opened the door to check up on his sleeping friend.

However, Nanashi was no longer asleep.

"Well, I guess I killed two birds with one stone coming up here! I hope Quatre gets out soon- President Barton and Duke Kushrenada have already started their meeting. I think Treize wanted him there. . . And you! You were supposed to meet me this morning at eight-thirty. After glancing at your records, I got a little concerned."

"I apologize, Dr. Winner, for my irresponsibility." Nanashi addressed Irea stiffly. They were sitting on the bed- the perfectly made bed- facing each other. Nanashi's face was entirely devoid of expression, while Irea wore her all-purpose look of concern.

"You obviously needed the rest, so don't apologize."

Nanashi chose to hide behind his hair.

"I'm free at eleven- will you come by then? I'd really like to talk to you about this."

"Of course. . ." He murmured.

"Bring Quatre, if he ever gets out of there. I need to ask him something."

"Of course, Dr. Winner."

"Call me Irea, hun."

". . .Irea."

"There's a good boy!" She grinned and pinched his cheek saucily. His eyes bugged out of his head. "I'll see you later."

She flounced out of the room, leaving a bewildered Nanashi stroking his violated cheek. Quatre couldn't help but giggle.

"You can come out, now- she's gone."

"Are you implying that I was avoiding her?" Quatre asked innocently, joining the pilot on the bed.

"Not so much implying, as making an observation based on something quite blatant." Nanashi teased, eyes shining. Quatre was totally transfixed.

"W. . .w. . .well. . .um. . .oh, don't make fun of me!" He huffed, punching the Oz soldier in the arm. Nanashi didn't even flinch.

". . .what was that?" The pilot teased again.

"It was. . ."Quatre was lost for words. "Oh, you're infuriating!" He pouted.

"I'm kidding- I know what it. . ." Nanashi cried out as Quatre decided to push at him with his entire body. Both boys fell off the bed and landed in a tangled web of limbs. "What did you do that for?" The pilot exclaimed.

"I wanted to show you I'm not a weakling!" Quatre pronounced. Suddenly realizing that his robe had come undone, the heir squealed. "Crap!" He wrapped it snugly around his form and scuttled across the room. Chuckling, Nanashi rose to his feet, rubbing the floor-stuff from his flanks.

Though he wanted to, Quatre couldn't stop himself from staring at Nanashi's hands as they moved back and forth over his hips and buns. Back and forth. Back and forth.

'Quatre!!!!!!'

"I should probably get dressed." Quatre blushed, rising as well. "If you'd like, you can shower in my bathroom. It's not very clean, but it's better than most of the ones we're using for communal showers."

"Are you implying that I stink?" Nanashi crossed his arms over his chest. With wide eyes, Quatre shook his head furiously.

"Oh no, no! You smell wonderful! Like apples and rubber and. . .oh. . ." He trailed off, biting his lip in horror. 'What is wrong with me? Now he's going to know that I was smelling him! Arggggggh!'

"First you tell me I stink, and then you mock me." Quatre opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, suddenly remembering that he had little to no control over his babble. "On top of that, you're offering me a less-than adequate bathing facility. Frankly, I don't think we can be friends anymore."

He said it all with a straight face and, for a moment, Quatre was suddenly paralysed with dread. Then he realized Nanashi was still teasing him. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the pilot's hand and dragged him toward the bathroom.

"Get in there! And scrub yourself good! You don't want to be dirty and stinky for your doctor's appointment- Irea'll have a fit!"

"There must be gene in your family concerning obsessive cleanliness. I've never known anyone to shower as long as. . ."

Growling, Quatre shut the door on him before the pilot could finish his sentence. The grumbling heir sat on the bed, waiting for the water to come on. He smiled a bit, thinking of their exchange, which spawned an even bigger smile.

'He was teasing me! He's IS a tease!'

Quatre snickered. He fell back on his bed and kicked his feet in the air like a silly goose.

'Obsessive cleanliness my butt! He's the one who made my bed! I never make my bed- it's so impractical! I'm just going to mess it up again in another sixteen hours. Irea always makes my. ..' His train of thought was overshadowed by a spaceship of worry.

'Irea! Oh my god! She knows he slept here! What's she going to assume? What's she going to. . .Oh no! My sisters!'

Stuffing his feet into his slippers, Quatre ran down the four flights of stairs to the clinic. He scurried down the basement hall, tripping over his flopping slippers. This was where most of the soldiers were staying, and those lurking in the hall stared at him in shocked amusement.

'No, I'm not crazy- just scared as hell! Irea, you better not have told anyone about. . .'

He stopped at the door, and not a moment too soon.

"It was so strange. I just went up there to make sure he was all right, and, who was in there sitting on the bed but. . ."

"Irea! Thank goodness!" Quatre interjected, a little out of breath. Irea and her "nurse" Larathea were chatting while Irea happily pulled stitches from a soldiers arm.

He was whimpering like a baby.

"Quatre! We were just talking about you! How funny! I. . .darling, where are your clothes?" Looking upwards, she snapped her fingers. "Oh, yes, of course! Your new clothes! Mr. Bourgeon, the tailor, brought them just this morning. You were so all over the place that I picked some out for you. I hope that was all right. . ."

"That's fine." He interrupted. "Thank you. Do you think I could talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course. I'm almost done." She yanked a couple more stitches from the blubbering soldier. She cleaned her patient and re-bound his arm. Then, patting him on the back, she ushered him out of the clinic. "Okay. So, what's up?"

He glared at Lara, who looked back at him innocently.

"Yes, Quatre- what is up?" She giggled. Pointing the door, he stamped his foot.

"Out!"

"Quatre!" Irea giggled. "Be nice!"

"It's fine- he's only doing it 'cause Dad always did it." Lara sneered, pinching her little brother's nose.

"That's because you talked his ear off." Quatre sniffed.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "I'll be back later to help you with that pilot. Be good Quatre!" She waved and let herself out of the room. Quatre locked the door.

"Quatre, you're being paranoid! What's going on?"

" 'pilot'. . ." He whispered to himself. Turning on Irea, he stared at her with contempt. "You told!" He accused.

"What? What are you talking about?" She was taken aback. "Told what to whom, Quatre?"

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about." He countered.

"No, Quatre, I really don't." She exclaimed as she cleaned her desk. Exasperated, Quatre flung himself in front of her.

"Nanashi! You told Lara that Nanashi slept in my room last night!"

Irea stopped mid-movement. She blinked twice.

"Nanashi slept in your room last night?"

"Yes! You came in and he was there. . ."

"He told me Treize sent him to fetch you. Actually, he used those exact words but. . ." She squealed. "Oh my god-he slept in your room?!?!?! He's your crush! Hah!" She clenched her hands into triumphant fists. "I found out! And I didn't even have to torture you!" Laughing, she hugged her little brother. "This is so wonderful! Oh Quatre, you have good taste! He's so handsome and polite, and that rubber suit. . ."

"Irea!" Quatre blushed. 'I can't believe she didn't know! He saved the day and I just totally blew it!'

"You two would be so cute together, I. . ." Her eyes suddenly turned serious. Grabbing his shoulders, she looked him firmly in the eye.

"You used protection right?"

Quatre was stunned.

"Even men have to do that- here, I'm going to give you some. . ." She began to fish around in her cabinet. It took a second, but she finally found what she sought. "Aha, condoms! Phew. Here you go, sweetheart. You have to be careful. . .You do know how to put it on, right? Have you talked about his previous sexual partners?"

Quatre couldn't believe what he was hearing! Irea continued.

"That's one of those things you should really discuss. I don't want to give into stereotypes, but soldiers often carry venereal diseases but don't know it. Why, I've actually treated three Ozzies for herpes since they. . ."

"Irea, we didn't have sex!" Quatre hissed. It was Irea's turn to look surprised. Exasperated, Quatre explained. "Irea, he's my friend! We were talking last night and he fell asleep on my bed. Since I'd heard that he wasn't feeling well, I thought it would be best to let him sleep through the night. Nothing happened! I haven't even kissed him, and I probably won't! He isn't interested in me in that way!" Sitting down, he propped his chin up on his hand. "Though I wish he was." He muttered glumly.

"Oh sweetheart." Irea chuckled. She put her arms around Quatre. "That is so sweet! You really do like him, don't you?" He nodded.

". . .yeah. I really do. Really."

"I'm sorry that I jumped to an insulting conclusion. I'm glad you two didn't have intercourse- you're so young, and he can't be any older. You'll have plenty of time when you're older." She sighed. "He is a dish, though- you best beware. Lara's got a thing for him."

"Well, tell her he's taken, so we're both out of luck."

"He's. . .taken? Who's he with?" Quatre paused- he just didn't want to say it out loud.

"Treize."

"Treize!?" Irea gasped. "What? No! I mean, isn't that illegal or something? And against every policy that could ever be written concerning commander-officer relations or. . .my god."

"I know. Let's not talk about it, okay?" Quatre forced a smile. "It's not his fault- he's an orphan and Treize's ward. He has nowhere to go."

"That bastard! Taking advantage of a helpless kid like. . ."

"Irea, Nanashi isn't helpless. In fact, I think he has more control over it all than Treize, and that's why I couldn't ever be mad at Treize. You didn't see them kiss. I did. Treize was very gentle. He's a good person."

"Still. . ."

"Please don't repeat any of this." Quatre entreated. "It's none of our business, and I feel like a traitor for even saying it. Don't tell any of the girls about Nanashi."

"I won't, Quatre. I promise." Irea kissed him on the forehead. "But I'm going to look out for that boy- especially if you're 'in like' with him."

"'Rea." Quatre groaned.

"I won't take it back- you two would be adorable together." She thought about it for a second. "That is. . if he ever smiles. The boy's a brick wall- Five days, and I haven't even seen a shadow of a smile."

"Really? I've seen dozens of them, and they're wonderful!" Quatre sighed. Irea quirked an eyebrow.

"Hmm. . .maybe that's why- he's wasting them all on you."

"Maybe no one else knows how to make him smile."

"That may be true. In which case, don't give up hope."

"Thanks Irea.. And speaking of him, I better get back up there before he gets out of the shower. I don't want it to seem like I abandoned him."

"Alright. Well, when he gets out, bring him down here. Oh yeah, I wanted to ask you- Did you authorize the use of our storage unit as a mobile suit lab?"

"Uh. . .no."

"That's what I thought. It's just that I went out there for supplies and met three very creepy engineers who'd very comfortably moved into our storage area."

"I'll check it out later, thanks Irea."

"Go get your boy. Oh, and take these." She thrust several suit bags into his arms. They were heavy.

After one final grin at his favourite sister, Quatre hurried back upstairs. He entered his room just as Nanashi stepped out of the bathroom.

He dropped his clothes and stared.

No Nanashi wasn't naked and no he wasn't wearing a towel- he was still wearing his rubber suit. However, it was unzipped to his clavicle, just like in Quatre's dream. Nanashi's hair was wet and pushed back on his head to finally manifest both his eyes. Quatre had to physically shake himself out of his daze.

"Quatre? Are you okay? What're all those bags for?"

"Bags? I. . oh! When you were in the shower, Irea called me down to get my new suits."

"More clothes? What about all that stuff under the bed?"

"You looked?!" Quatre's mouth fell open. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Quatre!" Nanashi grinned, which only made Quatre more embarrassed because he wanted Nanashi to grin more. "I happened to notice when I was making your bed. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Oh yes it is! I'm such a slob!" He huffed.

"Well. . .a bit. You should probably pick up those suits- they'll get wrinkled like that."

Quatre placed the suits on the bed.

"Which one are you going to wear?" Nanashi asked, fingering one of the bags. Quatre shrugged.

"I don't know- I haven't seen any of them yet."

"You have to meet with Treize and President Barton, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"Then let me pick out your suit." The request was a little mystifying, but Quatre had no complaints. Sitting on the bed, he allowed Nanashi to view his new clothes even before he did. The pilot pulled out the first and frowned.

"This one is for the funeral. It's in the maroon bag."

"o. .. okay."

Nanashi rummaged (gently) through a second bag, but shook his head.

"What was with that one?"

"It's white."

And that was the entire answer.

Nanashi continued his search and Quatre mentally wandered off.

'Father's funeral is tonight. I. . .god fucking dammit! No. . .be strong. . .you have to be strong. . .'

"You'll have to be strong."

Nanashi's words broke Quatre from his mental thrashing. The pilot stood beside him, almost 'wielding' a beautiful, red-silk suit. The colour was powerful- it practically slapped the heir across his face.

"Dekim Barton is a dominating bastard. This colour of this suit will help give you an aura of power and confidence."

"It's beautiful." Quatre whispered. He gingerly took it from Nanashi's hands and held it up against his torso. "But will it overpower me too?" The pilot shook his head.

"Not with those eyes. They're basically complimentary colours, teal and red. It'll look very handsome on you."

Quatre blushed at the selling comment.

"I'll wait for you in the hall.

Quatre watched him leave. Then, the excited space prince dressed himself in his finery.

'Dear sweet Allah, I'm gorgeous!'

Quatre twirled in front of his mirror. Really, he was gorgeous. The suit was perfectly crafted for his lithe body, but gave the appearance of wider shoulders and longer legs. The high collar of the dress shirt was very adult- it reminded him of his father. There was an optional cravat, which he decided not to wear for the sake of simplicity. He brushed his hair and applied just a touch of expensive cologne to his pulse points.

Then he stared at himself some more.

'It's just the suit- it makes me look handsome. When I take it off I'll be a silly little nothing again. But. . .Nanashi's so right! I feel so powerful! I feel.. I feel like I can take over the world!' He narrowed his eyes deviously. 'I feel like I could seduce Nanashi. . .' He giggled maniacally, then stopped himself because he felt foolish. Puffing out his chest a bit, he casually met Nanashi at the door.

"I was right." Was all he got from the pilot. And, of course, it made him swoon.

"Thank you."

"Irea said she wanted to talk to you."

"oh, I already talked to her. But, I'll walk you down to the clinic."

They chatted (Quatre chatted) on their way down the stairs and through the hall. There were soldiers bustling about, getting ready for their next invasion. Quatre kept the conversation light, simply to keep Nanashi's mind off it all.

However, that was not to be.

"Hey, No-name! What're ya doin'?"

Someone grabbed Nanashi from behind, which caught Quatre by surprise. Nanashi was unfazed.

'No-name?'

A soldier of Nanashi's own rank held onto the pilot's arm. He was surrounded by several cronies, each more leering than the last. Had Quatre not been in his power suit, he would've felt very intimidated.

Alright, he was still a little intimidated.

"It's none of your concern." Nanashi pulled his arm from the man's grip.

"Well you better get Epyon geared up 'cause we're. . .oh wait. . ." There were sniggers in the background. "That's right- you're not going. His excellency thought you needed a "vacation", poor overworked No-name. Well sure! Now you and the general can spend some quality time together. . ."Nanashi's eyes narrowed dangerously. But the man continued. "Well, it's probably better that Colonel Zechs is leading the attack. He's much more experienced. And we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened in L1, eh, Lieutenant No-name?"

"Those psychopaths are tinkering with your suit right now." Another soldier laughed. "I bet it'll come out wearing a frilly pink tutu and'll use an umbrella for a weapon!"

"Instructor Noin said they took out that computer system that made you go mental. . ."

"We're simply ironing out the wrinkles in the Zero system." Nanashi pronounced. "That is why I am not leading this attack."

"Sure sure!" The first soldier chuckled. "It has nothing to do with cocktails with his excellency." They all sniggered. Nanashi remained outwardly unfazed, but Quatre could feel his anxiety and pain. And rage. There was a lot of rage in there- Quatre really wasn't sure how he didn't burst.

"Hey- what going on over here?" A new voice- a nasal tenor- sliced through the laughter. The remaining soldiers parted for the new arrivals.

"Nothing, nothing- Alex, Mueller. We're just having a bit of fun with No-name, that's all."

"You mean at his expense, right?" The tall blond pushed his glasses up his nose. "And we call him Nanashi for a reason, Lieutenant Drei. No, I was actually wondering why the hell you haven't moved out yet- your regime is departing right now."

"Alex is right, I'm afraid. So, I suggest you all get the hell to surface before Instructor Noin has your asses." The dark-haired man smirked. The five gentlemen who'd been terrorizing Nanashi earlier fled the scene, horrified.

"Morons." Mueller sneered. Alex chuckled.

"Thank you." Nanashi murmured, looking at the ground.

"No, thank you." Alex returned. "They clearly don't give respect where it is due. Had they seen your stratagem, they surely would've responded differently. I think you deserve a vacation."

"I'm sure he doesn't want it." Mueller added.

"No. You don't, do you, Nanashi?" The blond smirked. "You're such a danger-seeker. Zechs is going to kill you for this strategy. Everyone else will praise you, though."

"I don't need praise."

"I know, I know." Alex waved it off. Leaning closer, his voice fell to a hush. "Thought you might like to know- All three scientists are here, and so are Artemis and Apollo."

"They brought the. . ."

"Yeah. The engineers are working the kinks out of zero." Mueller put in. "They haven't even touched the suits. You know what that means. . ."

". . .He brought them to keep me occupied." Nanashi murmured. There was a hint of tragedy in his tone.

"Sorry, kid." Mueller shrugged. Alex looked a little more compassionate.

"Maybe he has confidence in the system and wants to get Dorothy into her suit as soon as possible." Alex offered. "Or maybe we'll be taking a break after A0206."

"It doesn't matter. Whatever it is, I've been rendered useless." Nanashi whispered.

"You always know how to put things in perspective." Alex murmured, looking him over. "Still in your suit, I see. You should probably change." Nanashi nodded. Alex snapped his fingers. "Why don't you change and we'll take you and your friend into town for a spot at the pub. It'll loosen you up a bit. . ."

"I don't need to be loosened up. . ." Nanashi suddenly turned cold. Mueller rolled his eyes.

"Right. You haven't even introduced us to your friend here."

Quatre shuddered as he felt the dark-haired man's eyes appraise his body. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was something 'off' about these two.

"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner, I am Director of the L4 colony." Quatre extended his hand. The dark haired man took it, smiling wolfishly.

"Treize's new protégé- big surprise. It's an honour. Lieutenant R. Mueller. That's Lieutenant Alex."

"Pleasure." Alex took the Heir's hand. "Mr. Winner, you'd like to go into town, wouldn't you? Go to the pub, talk to your people. . ."

"He's underage, and people would notice him." Nanashi interrupted. "Besides, I have an appointment with Dr. Winner and Master Quatre has to meet with his excellency. Thank you for your invitation."

"The invitation is open ended, Nanashi." Alex murmured fondly. He subtly caressed the pilot's waist. "I'll visit you after we conquer A0206."

"I'll be with Treize." Nanashi announced as he subtly shook off the soldier's hand. "I hope the battle goes well for you gentlemen."

"Well- have a good time pool-side. I hope you don't choke on your cocktail." Alex sneered while maintaining a sick smile. Nodding to Quatre, he turned and marched up the stairs.

"Thank you for hospitality, Master Winner." Mueller's baritone voice was sincere. "Have a good day." He saluted before pursuing his comrade.

"W. . .who were they?" Quatre shivered. Nanashi started to walk down the hall.

"Forget about them."

"B. . .but. . ."

"Quatre, come here." Nanashi ordered. Had it been anyone else, Quatre would've been miffed at the order. But since it was his Nanashi, he quickly ran to the other boy's side.

"Don't talk to them unless I'm with you." The pilot spoke quietly. They were so close Quatre's shoulder brushed Nanashi's arm as they walked. "In fact, don't come down here alone, and don't come down here at night. Your sisters really shouldn't be down here, and you need to tell them that. Don't let Irea treat any of the soldiers without someone else on staff. I'm serious."

"O. .. Okay." Quatre's voice was small. "But. . why? What's going to happen?"

". . .Nothing if you do what I say." Nanashi turned to face the heir. Quatre tried to find the reason in the boy's face, but any answers available were overshadowed by concern. The pilot's eyes studied Quatre's features. A delicate shiver ran up the space prince's back. "When they get bored and lonely, soldiers look for something to occupy their minds. They look for something. . .precious-looking." Nanashi bit his lip, still staring at Quatre's face. "You and your family are very precious, Quatre Winner."

Nanashi entered the clinic, leaving a blushing heir to enjoy the comment.

"Good morning, Lieutenant! Please, have a seat here!"

Larathea's sex-kitten voice broke Quatre' from his reverie.

'Oh shit.'

Quatre hurried into the clinic after his love.

The sight was just as he feared.

Larathea, the second youngest female in the house, had always been a bit of a tart. And, dressed in a novelty nurses uniform and fishnet stockings, she looked more like an expensive stripper than the sister to L4's richest man. Quatre was mortified!

"Yes, there you go!" She ushered him to the examination table. "Now, Dr. Winner will be back in a few minutes. While she's gone, we're just going to do a check-out. . .I mean, check up."

"Lara, you're not a nurse! You're a soap opera actress!"

"Oh shush!" The busty red-head waved it off. "Irea needs help, so I'm helping! And keep it P.C., darling- we're all 'actors'."

"Oh brother. . ."

"Alright. Irea wanted me to take your blood pressure, so I'm going to need you to roll up your sleeve. . .wait, that won't work. . .you're going to have to pull down the top of that space suit."

"Larathea!" Quatre hissed.

"Of course." Nanashi complied. Two pairs of lovely blue-green eyes widened as the zipper slid downwards.

"Oh baby." Lara moaned softly. Quatre would've done the same, but he was at a loss for words. Nanashi pulled the zipper to his stomach, then withdrew his arms from the sleeves.

"Is this okay?"

"That is just. . .roar!" Lara whispered, growling. Furious, Quatre pinched her back.

"Ouch! Quatre!" They exchanged glares. "You know, you shouldn't be here- this is confidential stuff!"

"Just because you played a nurse on TV. doesn't mean you're a real nurse." He countered. "I need to make sure you don't permanently injure him."

"Silly Quatre!" She patted his head. "Do you honestly think that little 'ole me could ever hurt such a strong, muscular war hero as Mr. Nanashi?"

"Yes! You harpy!"

"Quatre!"

"Nurse. I'm ready."

"Oh, coming!" She turned back to "her" patient. The actress wrapped the sphygmomanometer's nylon cuff around Nanashi's elbow. Then, after making sure he was comfortable, she put her stethoscope to his arm and began to pump. Quatre was astounded. Noticing this, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Irea wouldn't leave me in here if I was completely useless, Quatre. When I was researching for my part, she offered to train me in exchange for me working for free. I didn't work very much, but she did train me. Oh!" Her eyes went wide then she stopped pumping. She listed for a moment, then glanced at the apparatus and quickly jotted down some numbers on a form. She deflated the cuff and freed the pilot. Nanashi shook his arm.

"All right. I just need to take some blood. .. from the other arm."

"Oh God, Lara with a syringe!"

"I'm fine!" She huffed. She drew some of Nanashi's blood and immediately put it in a labelled test tube for her sister. "See no problem!" She smirked. "Now all I have to do is. . .oooh! I get to test your reflexes."

"That means she hits you with a little hammer." Quatre explained drolly. Nanashi smiled a bit.

"Quatre Raberba Winner, If you don't put a stopper on those smart remarks I'll hit you with a hammer. . ."

"I'm so scared. . ."

"What is going on in here?" Irea asked, entering.

"Quatre is being a brat." The red-headed girl pouted. Irea gave Quatre a pointed look.

"I am not! I. . . I. . .Irea, look what she's wearing!" Quatre protested. "She looks like a floozy! Larathea, our basement clinic isn't a place to find a boyfriend."

Nanashi chuckled a bit. Lara turned beet red.

"Quatre! I'm. . ."

"I'll take over, Lara. Why don't you go have lunch?"

"But Irea. . ."

"Go. I need to talk to the Lieutenant anyway."

"Oh. .. fine." Lara sulked. Grabbing her feather purse, she stomped out. Quatre snorted.

"Quatre, you should escort your sister to the stairs." Nanashi murmured.

"What? Why? I'm sure she doesn't. . ."

"What did we talk about before?" The soldier continued. Quatre suddenly realized what he was talking about.

'Lara shouldn't be walking around down here dressed like that. She could get in trouble. . .'

Quatre ran after his furious sibling.

"Lara!" He trotted along beside her. She rolled her eyes. "Lara. . .just listen to me."

"Why were you being so snarky in there?" She snapped. "You were being a total brat. So what if I'm flirting with one of Irea's patients- it's none of your business."

"Lara. . .I'm sorry." 'I hate it when she's mad at me! Why does she have to be so high strung?' "Lara. . .please. . ."

"I was just helping- we're all helping around here Quatre. Oz has totally taken over our home and I don't even think you've realized it! We're all working our asses off while you have tea and crumpets with Treize!" She turned on him, her eyes blazing. "You don't seem to realize that our world has been totally ripped to shreds! I'm just helping Quatre! I just wanted a moment to have a bit of fun. All these gross men around, expecting all these things from us. . .that lieutenant was nice to me yesterday, so I wanted to be nice to him! I'm sorry if that disturbs your perfect little world!" She was practically crying. She looked so foolish- crying in her stripper-worthy nurse uniform. Quatre felt like a heel, but he really wasn't sure if she was acting or really upset.

He reached out to her with his heart- tried to feel her feelings. And then he had his answer.

"I'm sorry, Lara. I wasn't thinking in there. I was. . .being jealous." He murmured softly. She sniffled.

"What are you talking about?"

"I. . ." 'God, I am not telling Lara about this! She's the world's biggest blabbermouth!' "I. . .I got jealous when I saw you flirting with Nanashi. You look so sexy and. . ."

"Oh my god." She intoned. "You. . .really have developed a pathological fixation with me. . .Quatre, I'm your sister!"

"Oh shut up!" Quatre put his hand on her mouth. She could be so annoying! "No, dummy- Nanashi! I have developed a pathological fixation with him! So shut up!"

He pulled his hand off her mouth, wiping it on the skirt of her uniform. She didn't say a word, but her face burst into a wicked grin. "Lara, don't tell! I'll kill you if you tell. . ."

"Nanashi? Your crush is. . .ha hah!" She cackled! "Oh my god, that is too cute!"

"Stop it!"

"Baby-Quatre's got a boyfriend. . ." She exclaimed in a sing-song voice, skipping down the hall. He pursued her frantically. "Baby Quatre's got it go-ing-on!"

"Lara! Keep your voice down!"

"Baby-Quatre likes his men in rubber."

"Shut up!" He wailed.

"Baby-Quatre's gonna get some ass tonight!" She wiggled her barely-covered bum.

"Larathea Quatrina Winner!" Quatre was appalled!

"Or he's gonna get something else. . ." The red-head laughed maniacally and headed up the stairs. "Oh Quatre. . ." She sighed, disappearing around the corner. "You are just too cute."

Sulking, Quatre returned to the clinic only to find that the door was mostly closed. Shrugging, he went to open it, but was halted by the topic of discussion.

"I'm sorry, but some of these results are virtually impossible, and, frankly, they seem to contradict each other." Irea's spoke. "Nanashi, I shouldn't be saying this, but you are a very sick young man."

'No!'

"You have acute hypertension, anaemia, vitamin deficiency, low-ethrocyte count, not to mention a slew of bruises and cuts all over your body. You're in rough shape, my friend. So, lets talk about this. . ."

"You're the doctor- tell me what I need to do."

"I think it's more like something you need to stop doing."

Through the slit between the door and frame, Quatre watched Irea place her hand on the pilot's shoulder.

"Nanashi, have you been taking drugs?"

'What? No!'

"No. Of course not. I sometimes take aspirin for the. . .my headaches. But other than that, I've never. . ."

"I don't mean social drugs- pot, crack, ecstasy- or the like. This is more like. . .have you taken any performance enhancers? Steroids, or any experimental. . ."

"I don't take drugs."

"Alright." She bit her lip. "Have you ever heard of E9C4-TTEP, or "Ascension-P"?" He shook his head no. Irea continued. "It's a new military drug L-1 has just discovered. It was invented by a man known only as Dr. J."

"Dr. J. . ." Nanashi whispered.

"The discovered traces of it in a lab on L-1 and some notes detailing failed experiments. The inventor called this the "perfect soldier" drug . It's a type of performance enhancer, though it has many more long-term effects. Research says that it heightens awareness, reflexes, increases physical strength, increases speed, heightens instincts, pushes the limits of the analytic part of your mind and so forth. . .it basically makes you into a super hero. However, the repercussions are just as extreme. Hypertension, aggression, hormone imbalance, vitamin deficiency- it has been shown to cause strokes, even in young men, and a total loss of control."

"If you're willing to die for what your ideals, this drug sounds like a miracle."

"I can't believe I just heard that." Irea admonished. "Your body is falling apart! If you keep going like this, you are not going to last much longer!" She tried to calm herself. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about this?"

"I don't take drugs, Dr. Winner. I've never heard of this "perfect soldier" drug. I'm fine."

"No, you're not-you're dying."

"I'll probably be killed before that really matters. Could you sign this Dr. Winner?" He handed her a slip of paper from the pouch at his belt. After perusing it, she laughed.

"Oh dear." She ripped it up and threw it in the trash. "I'm sorry, but I can't reinstate your pilot status- not with a clear conscience. I need you here, right now, so I can conduct some more tests. Plus, you'd be a danger to your comrades. Take some time off. . ."

"I will not." Nanashi seethed, standing. Irea rose as well. "I will not be reduced to a useless bystander."

"People who choose pacifism are not useless. Wars are useless."

"I know, that's why I must fight!"

The ex-pilot stared at the ground. Quatre felt a surge of emotion- it overwhelmed him.

Fear.Pain.Sorrow.Self-loathing. Doubt.Guilt. Abandonment.

It was horrible.

"I want you to visit me every second day while you're here.. And I want you to start taking these." She handed him a cloudy canister. "They're just multivitamins. I'm going to retest some of these things. But I want you to lay off the coffee and actually eat something- I've seen you at the dinner table."

"All right."

"Don't do anything strenuous or dare devilish."

"All right."

"And for god sakes boy, smile!"

He just looked blankly at her.

"Oh, shit- go find Quatre. He's probably waiting at the door like a hungry puppy. It's nice that he finally has a friend."

"It's nice to have a friend." Nanashi murmured.

"You can count me as a friend. . .as long as you do what I say."

Though he was hiding behind his hair, from the side Quatre could see that he was smiling. 'Oh, don't hide it! Don't hide your beautiful smile! Show her how wonderful you can be!' Quatre screamed in his mind.

"Thank you, Irea."

Quatre scrambled to the other side of the hall, where he leaned against the wall nonchalantly. Nanashi emerged.

". . .What time were you supposed to meet with Treize this morning?"

'Treize and President Barton. Oh crap!'

"Damn. I don't know. Probably now." Quatre laughed nervously. "I should probably re-introduce myself to the President of L-3."

"They're in the parlour."

"I guess I should go." 'Quatre you moron! How could you forget about that! You were too busy ogling Nanashi to pay attention to anything! Arggg!'

"Why don't I meet you in the garden when you're finished. Supposedly I need to rest, so I'll read underneath that Willow."

"I'll find you there and I'll bring something to eat." Quatre smiled. A picnic underneath his favourite tree with his favourite person!

"All right. Underneath the Willow."

Since Nanashi would not allow Quatre to walk the hall by himself, he escorted the heir to the main floor at which point the pilot took his leave. Of course, Quatre watched him leave, mouth open, eyes bugging out of his face.

Just as he was rounding the corner, Nanashi looked back.

Quatre was caught!

"I. . .I. . ."

"At the willow."

Nanashi disappeared from sight.

Cursing himself, Quatre fled the scene.

*~*

"Dammit, Treize- I can't over-rule the council in this matter. You know I'm trying the best I can."

"Evidently, you're best is not good enough."

Quatre walked into the conservatory to find Treize and the L3 President at odds. He coughed politely at the entrance. A relieved Treize rose with an extended hand.

"Quatre- good morning. I was wondering if you would grace our meeting."

"I'm sorry I'm late. Please forgive me." Quatre smiled at the duke-his friend. Glancing up, he offered his hand to President Barton. "President Barton, it is nice to see you again. Please- you are welcome in my home."

"So mannered. . .so unlike Raberba." The brawny elder chuckled. "You've grown into quite the young man, Quatre. Your father must've been very proud."

Tears were imminent, but Quatre pushed them back.

"Raberba's funeral is this evening- will you be attending?" Treize asked.

"I would like to- but my schedule doesn't permit it. I have to get back right away. I will be thinking and praying for your family, Quatre."

"Thank you, President Barton."

"You are the Colony Director- you can call me Dekim." He turned to Treize. "I will offer these papers to the committee and I'll contact you as soon as they've come to a decision."

"If that's all that can be done, then thank you. I'll show you out."

"Are you leaving already, Dekim?" Quatre asked. "Surely you'll stay for some lunch!"

"Thank you, Quatre- but as I said, I really have to go. Your home is wonderful. I will be back next week for our annual convention. Give your beautiful sisters my regards. You're doing a wonderful job, young man ." The president murmured fondly. "You have the makings of a great leader."

They shook hands for the second time in three minutes.

"Shall we see you to the door?"

"No, Treize- that will be fine."

The mammoth man left quickly.

'How strange. He used to always stay for something to eat. . .'

"I hope I didn't miss anything."

"No, don't worry." Treize sat on the divan. "This was a personal matter between Dekim and I that needed some resolution."

"Pardon my intrusion, but it didn't sound like anything was resolved."

"You're right, Quatre." Treize sighed. "And I'm afraid that the longer it remains up in the air, the more innocent people will suffer." Quatre sat beside the duke. They met eyes and Treize patted Quatre's hand. "Don't worry Quatre-this is not a war. It's familial. I'm trying to gain custody of my daughter, but the laws on L3 are very specific and do not look kindly on fathers who abandon their children. It doesn't matter that I only discovered her existence her three years ago- laws are-unfortunately-laws."

"But you're her father- it shouldn't matter." Quatre protested. "You'd make a wonderful father."

"Children Aid Units don't look kindly on Soldiers, Quatre. My personality comes second to the stereotypes."

"But you're a duke! I mean- Earth royalty! Can't you do something? Bend the rules a bit? This is your daughter!"

"She's the L-3 heir, as well, Quatre. And Dekim and I. . .don't always see eye to eye. I have no power in this matter.

"Blast them"

"Thank you for your support. I may need to call upon that in the future, Quatre."

"Where is your daughter, Treize? Does she live with her mother?"

"Her mother is deceased- she lives with Dekim."

"Oh." Quatre could see how it would be a very delicate issue. It also explained Dekim's hasty retreat and the overall tension in the air.

"But, she is here now- waiting with my cousin Dorothy. I would very much like for you to meet her, Quatre. And Dorothy has been looking forward to meeting you as well."

"I would love to!" Quatre exclaimed brightly. "But can it be a little later? I'm having a picnic with. . ." Quatre stopped himself in horror. 'Stupid! You're going to tell Treize you're 'wooing' his lover? That's smart!' "A friend."

"Ah." Treize smiled knowingly. He rose. "Well then- I'll have you meet Marimeia after lunch. We'll be in the music room."

" Then I'll be there too."

~*~

Picnic basket in hand, Quatre scurried out to the garden. He'd stolen the best things from the kitchen! Exotic fruit salads, cold roasted meats, soft cheese platters, a loaf of Italian bread, broccoli and strawberry salad and cake! Oh, he brought two huge slices of the world's most wonderful chocolate cake- no one could resist the Winner double-chocolate fudge cake! Not with its three layers and oh-so-rich icing.

Quatre was practically drooling as he burst through the willow veil. Grinning, he plopped down beside a lounging Nanashi and began to spread the table cloth on the grass.

"A picnic basket. . ." The soldier murmured with a smile. "I've eaten outside most of my life, but never had. . .a picnic."

"Picnics are wonderful! We always had them when I was little. My father and I used to sit under this tree together and he would make me steal sandwiches and things from the cook that he wasn't supposed to eat because of his cholesterol." Quatre laughed.

"Sounds like fun." Nanashi dog-eared the book and sat up. Quatre served out the food "You stole enough for the whole army."

"Oh no! Irea says you need to eat more, so I'm going to make you eat your share. And you'll have to have room for cake too, because I'll be sick If I eat both of them-which I will if you don't eat yours."

The boys ate in comfortable silence. Quatre realized that Irea was right- he didn't eat a lot. Nanashi should've been starving since they'd missed breakfast. But he picked at his foot- eating a bit of everything.

"Don't look so concerned- I'm not used to this. We don't get fed so well in the army. This is a lot of food."

"I know. I just. . .want to make sure you're okay."

"I am. . .I'm just tired."

Quatre inched closer until their feet were touching. In a moment of startling vulnerability, Nanashi leaned his head on Quatre's shoulder. It felt so natural. Quatre rubbed his cheek against his love's head.

". . .It feels like I've known you forever." Quatre whispered.

"You may be the only friend I'll ever be able to have. Thank you."

They both ate from Quatre's plate.

A beautiful stillness surrounded them. Without thinking, Quatre wrapped his arm around Nanashi's shoulders. The pilot's breath hitched slightly. The electricity was still there, as it had been the night before.

'This. . .is what I want.' Quatre felt like he could cry. 'This is what I've been waiting for. Waiting for him. . .for my entire life, I've been waiting for him. He is going to turn my entire world completely up-side down. I will do everything in my power to make sure he is healthy; to make sure that he is safe. . .to make sure that he is happy. My life's quest is to make him smile. I love him.' Quatre closed his eyes and choked down his emotional response to his realization. Then, ever so gently, he reached out to touch Nanashi's emotions.

Contentment. Comfort. Solace. Warmth. Acceptance.

These were the images and emotions Quatre received. So different from before. Nanashi's feelings were so intense. Nanashi's feelings were beautiful-unadulterated, secret and positive.

"Quatre. . ."Nanashi's voice was soft like a wooden flute. He stared up into Quatre's face with wondering eyes. "I . . .I want to. . ."

Suddenly, Quatre felt a sharp sting in his neck. He heard Nanashi cry out beside him and foreign laughter. A beefy arm snaked around Quatre's waist and lifted him into the air. Something was thrown over his head- a canvas bag- and cold metal snapped against his wrists. He tried desperately to cry out, but his words fell flat as he fell unconscious.

A.N. I'm sorry to say that this story will be on hiatus for the next couple months. I have too many WIPs and I think I need to focus on them one at a time. Thanks for all the wonderful comments and support. Don't worry- I'm not abandoning it. This bunny is still alive and kicking, it's just being put in a pen for awhile. If you'd like to see some pictures for this story (drawn by the talented C.J. Langley and coloured by myself) then please visit my site (found on my author's page.) ^_^ Thanks again for reading.