Unpredictable
**Read** Author's note: The lemons have been split up, so they are not both in this chapter. One lemon is in this chapter and another in the next. I did it this way so that the lemons aren't together, because that would be strange if they were all doing it at the same time. ^-^ And just so you know, just because the lemons are happening doesn't mean that the romance will stop there. There's lots of shounen-ai and groping to come afterwards once the couples are permanently together, and there may be another couple of lemons. Anyway, enjoy! And this is a double-length chapter!! ^_^
***Warning: Yaoi (sex between boys) and lots of shounen-ai as well.
Chapter 9: Birthday Celebration (part 2)
The small cozy restaurant that lay on the corner a short distance from the gazebo, next to the ice cream shop, was packed that afternoon. Somehow, because there were more tables for two than groups of people, Quatre and Trowa managed to get seated before the large crowd of young couples ahead of them. The Lighthouse Café was a small restaurant but completely relaxing with windows all around that gave a view of the ocean a distance away. It was supposedly the best restaurant on the island and most tourists wanted to eat there.
The specials for the day were the seafood platter, Ossobuco and another dish mixed with vegetables and seafood, covered in creamy alfredo sauce. The restaurant gave large portions so Quatre and Trowa ended up sharing the seafood platter, which was served with rice and beans as well.
During the lunch, Quatre ended up talking the most telling Trowa his hobbies and what he had been doing. He had talked about his job in helping the colonies, not straying too much on family. He explained how his father's foundation was supposed to help the colonies and Trowa sat listening intently, sipping at his drink now and then.
It was when Quatre told him about his love of music that Trowa actually spoke, telling him that music was the only way he forgot about missions or bloodshed during the wars or battles he was assigned to. Trowa even talked a little about his years piloting a mobile suit. Quatre listened to him closely, his eyes never leaving Trowa's face as he spoke of his past.
After the intense discussion, in which their food was served, Quatre found that they had several other things in common: their love for music to escape the world temporarily, their beliefs in fighting for peace between the colonies and Earth (which was the reason for Trowa's mission when he piloted the mobile suit), and both of them having grown up independent, not relying on others.
They had begun to eat around two o'clock, after arriving at the restaurant around one thirty. It had taken a while for their food to come out because of the overcrowding and trying to seat a table of fifteen in the back. They ate from the same large plate after it was set between them. Quatre noticed that Trowa liked the shrimp so he picked the pieces of shrimp on his side, giving them to him. Trowa glanced up at Quatre and mimicked the same movement, only he gave Quatre the pieces of mahi-mahi (1) in exchange. The conversation had lessened as they ate, both of them relishing in the pleasant atmosphere, occasionally looking out the windows at the glittering ocean waters.
Quatre turned to watch Trowa as he ate quietly, his eyes staring out at the blue oceans, watching as several cruise boats passed by. His blue eyes softened as he smiled slightly at him, relishing in the comfortable silence between them. Moments later the bill came and they split it, leaving a large tip on the table. Quatre had found that he very much enjoyed the restaurant and could see why many people loved it.
He and Trowa walked toward the dock in which they could watch the boats go by from a safe distance. They took a walk around the area, stopping by stores now and then. Quatre had found the carvings and paintings store interesting, in which the owner said they came from Haiti and the Dominican Republic.
There were several music stores as well and Quatre couldn't help but pull Trowa into one. The owners there were extremely welcoming and found Quatre's love for music very charming. They brought out different instruments for him to see and Quatre's eyes immediately brightened at the sight of a beautifully polished violin. He had practically been glowing as they handed to him, offering him to try it. Quatre had turned to Trowa, asking if it was all right and Trowa agreed right away, leaning up against the wall as Quatre closed his eyes and began to play a soft, soothing melodic tune that he had played often when alone in his room when he was younger. The tune was solemn and yet beautiful, enraptured by Quatre's heightened emotions as he brought out his feelings.
Quatre had been concentrating so deeply on the song he was playing he didn't register the high-pitched, soothing melody that blended with his until the two melodies harmonized. Quatre's eyes had fluttered open to see Trowa playing upon a flute, his eyes closed like Quatre's as he brought out the tune he had been playing with a softer melody. Quatre's eyes glistened with tears but he closed his eyes and finished the song, the two melodies ending on the same measure.
The people in the store, and the owners, clapped enthusiastically as the song ended, once again cleaning the instruments and putting them back on display. That simple few minutes inside the store had filled Quatre with so much happiness that he hadn't been afraid to clasp his hand in Trowa's, leaning up against him as they walked out of the store. He told Trowa that he played beautifully and Trowa smiled and complimented him as well. Quatre's eyes were sparkling, alive with mirth and emotion as he told Trowa about how he taught himself to play the violin before he had gotten a tutor.
After another exploration of the side they were on, they ended up back at the gazebo, relaxing and watching the fountain's water cascade down and around the marble statue. Quatre leaned back against the bench, turning to Trowa who was sitting beside him watching the fountain with his intense eyes. Quatre smiled softly to himself and scooted closer, leaning into Trowa almost unnoticeably as he focused back on the sight.
The sound of soft, high-pitched beeping broke the silence and Quatre was snapped out of his peaceful daze. He glanced down at his watch, stopping the alarm as he checked the time.
"It's about time to head to the meeting destination," Quatre said softly, turning to Trowa who glanced down at him and nodded.
The two of them rose from the bench and made their way back to where they could signal for a cab. As they got into a cab, Quatre pulled out the crumpled sheet of paper and handed it to the cab driver, telling him it was a surprise destination.
"A surprise huh?" the cab driver asked, looking back at him with a smile.
Quatre nodded, "Yes, it's for my birthday."
"Well, you're in for a real birthday treat. I know these directions by heart," he grinned, handing the piece of paper back to Quatre and turning back around. Quatre's heart leaped, wondering what Duo had in store for him. His curiosity had been growing the whole day as he anticipating the early evening. In order to calm his beating heart, Quatre turned to glance at Trowa.
"So you have no idea where we're going?" Quatre asked.
Trowa's eyes turned to his and he shook his head, "No. Heero and I haven't explored that much of the island, only what we needed. I haven't been past this area."
Quatre nodded with a soft smile, inwardly feeling his excitement growing. The ride felt like it took much longer than twenty-five minutes, leaving a very anxious Quatre. He paid the cab driver quickly, thanking him as the door was shut and the driver drove away. Quatre looked at the slip of paper in his hand, reading the address number.
It should be right here.
Quatre's eyes traveled around, glancing at the shopping complex and the several small stores, looking for the address. His eyes followed the numbers until he found that the number should've been somewhere near the shopping complex. Quatre decided to ask someone directions. He walked into a small coffee shop, with Trowa beside him.
"Excuse me, do you know where this address is?" Quatre asked the person at the counter.
The woman glanced at the address and nodded immediately, "Yep, that's over on the edge of the beach. You can't miss it. It's a large building with many balconies and there should be a sign that has the address on it."
Quatre nodded, thanking her and walked out, following her directions. Trowa followed alongside him as he made his way toward the beach area, where she had said it would be. As they approached the beach, Quatre realized the only way to go was toward the dock. He glanced down at the paper while walking across the dock, wondering where the place could be.
I hope Duo gave us the right directions.
Quatre stopped midway on the dock and looked around, "I don't see any large buildings."
"Turn around, Quatre," Trowa said quietly, lightly touching his shoulder.
Quatre glanced at Trowa and saw that he was looking in the opposite direction. He turned around and found his body paralyzed to the spot. The slip of paper fell from his fingers, floating off the dock and into the ocean water. Quatre's eyes were glued to the most magnificent sight he had ever seen. On the edge of the gorgeous beach there was a wall of rocks creating a small distance, separating the ocean from the large building hovering down by the other end of the dock. The building stood at least five or six stories tall and was completely made up of rooms from the number of private balconies overlooking the crystal blue ocean.
Surrounding the tall building were massive amounts of plant life ranging from palm trees, to bushes and lush extravagant gardens that even included flowers. The sand sparkled from the sunlight hitting it, making the building look like a tropical paradise in heaven. The roof at the very top was smaller than the rest of the building and it was noticeable that it had no windows or any protection around it. It was like a restaurant on the roof for people to sit and eat and feel the warm breeze.
Quatre was staring up at it for so long he hadn't realized his mouth was hanging open. His breath had caught in his throat and he finally let it out, taking in the sight.
"That can't be it," Quatre whispered, turning to Trowa who was also looking at it.
Trowa glanced down at him, "She said a large building with balconies."
Quatre's mouth felt dry as he turned back to it and finally nodded, forcing his legs to walk across the dock toward the destination. As they approached Quatre could make out the address numbers on the sign they passed bearing the colorful words above it: Heaven Resort and Spa.
A resort and a spa?! Duo is really going all out, just like I told him not to do.
A small smile graced Quatre's lips as they approached the building, walking toward the entrance. The glass double doors opened by themselves as they approached, allowing them to enter with ease. Quatre looked around, approaching the desk near the entrance.
"Excuse me," Quatre said politely to the woman working at the counter. "We're supposed to be meeting a couple people here."
The brunette woman glanced up at him and nodded, "What's your name?"
"Quatre Winner," he replied.
He waited patiently as she typed in his name, clicking on several things before looking back up at him.
"Your party is waiting in this room," she said handing him a slip of paper with the room number. "It's on this floor on the other side of the building. It should be the first hallway on your left if you just follow the directions toward the spa area."
Quatre thanked her and followed her directions. There were signs all over the place directing them toward the spa area. He turned down the first hallway on the left, glancing at the number on the paper. After a few minute walk he spotted a door.
"That should be it," Quatre announced, slipping the paper into his pocket.
He approached the door with Trowa right beside him and turned the knob, finding it unlocked. He opened the door stepping inside as Trowa followed him in. Quatre's eyes were immediately captivated by the sight in the room. It was a large room with a carpeted floor bearing tons of plants around the room, including those that stood just outside the open double doors to the back of the room. Sunlight was pouring in and the smell of sweet flowers and lotions filled the air.
Quatre found that the room was currently occupied. A couple women were in the room, standing nearby the double doors. One of them was currently rubbing lotions in her hands and rubbing it on the back of the figure laying on the massage bed. A long braid of hair had been pushed above the shoulder to give the woman room to massage his back.
"Duo?" Quatre asked surprised, staring at his friend who was only dressed in a towel covering his lower body, his hands folded to hold up his chin.
Duo's eyes opened as he spotted Quatre, smiling broadly, "Hey, you two found it! I was worried you'd have trouble."
Quatre opened and closed his mouth several times, "Where's Heero?" he asked finally.
Duo's head moved, gesturing beside him. Another woman moved out of the way to reveal Heero who was similarly dressed, also receiving a massage in the room surrounded by plants and flowers, the soft breeze coming through the opened doors. What shocked Quatre the most was to see a very subtle smile on Heero's face.
"Come on in and relax," Duo grinned. "There are two more tables over here," he gestured to the two massage tables beside him. "You can undress in the bathroom. There should be some towels."
Quatre glanced toward the bathroom and then back at Duo, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. He turned around to face Trowa, catching his eye.
"You can go first," Trowa said quietly.
Quatre's throat felt constricted so he managed to smile sweetly in thanks and headed toward the bathroom. Inside he saw the soft, fluffy white towels piled neatly next to the sink. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jean shorts, wiggling his hips as he tugged the tight material off him. His blouse came off next, leaving him clad in only his underwear. He wrapped a clean towel around his waist, picking up his discarded clothes as he exited out of the bathroom. He walked toward the massage table next to Duo where another woman was waiting, smiling at him as he came closer. Quatre set his clothes down and lay on the soft, comfortable massage mattress, folding his arms above his head.
He heard her squeeze lotion onto her hand, smelling lilacs before he felt the cool lotion spread on his back, her fingers working in circles on his muscles. Quatre tensed at first, feeling his muscles ache as the knots were worked free until his whole body relaxed on the table.
"You're really tense," the red-haired woman said, pushing her thumbs across his upper back.
Quatre glanced up at her and smiled slightly, "I know. I haven't had time to relax."
She smiled, "Well we'll fix that, don't worry."
Quatre's eyes closed again as he felt her fingers move up and down, pressing hard into him to relieve him of the knots stressing his muscles. The soft, soothing ocean breeze flowed through the room, brushing across his bare skin as more lotion was applied. He heard something move nearby and cracked an eye open to see Trowa settling himself down on the massage comforter beside him. Quatre couldn't help but notice all the muscles flexing in his back and in his arms as he lay down. The blonde woman working on Trowa poured lotion on his back, the light lavender cream contrasting with the tanned color of his skin.
Quatre finally drew his eyes away from Trowa as he turned to look at Duo, noticing that Duo's attention was turned to Heero. Quatre's eyes looked over to Heero who also had a great deal of visible muscle that was noticeable through his arms and abdomen. Quatre also noticed that as the woman worked the towel around Heero's waist moved slightly lower unnoticed by anyone except Duo and Quatre. From the partial glance of skin beneath the towel, Quatre was assuming Heero wasn't wearing anything under it.
Duo turned his head back to face the front, his eye catching Quatre's as he smiled. Just by looking, Quatre could sense the hidden desire within him, shivering slightly from the sensations that came off him. Duo was certainly drawn to Heero, who was very attractive. Tilting his head sideways again, Quatre got another look at Trowa, trying to decide if his feelings were the same as Duo's. The sensations he got from Duo were too strong so he couldn't tell if he was attracted to Trowa in the same way.
Giving up, Quatre closed his eyes relaxing in the sensation of the drumming against his back. She was moving up and down in a steady motion, massaging his now barely tensed muscles.
The massage therapy lasted for an hour, in which they had a small break in between to sit outside the double doors and give the massagers a chance to relax for ten minutes. Once the massage was over, Quatre thanked the woman that relaxed him, giving her a tip as she left. After the women left, they each got dressed separately. Quatre dressed second, after Heero and waited for Trowa and Duo to get dressed as he sat in a chair near Heero.
Once Duo came out last, all dressed, Quatre stood up.
"Did you like that?" Duo asked, grinning.
Quatre smiled, "Yes, a lot, thanks Duo."
"I'm glad. That was part of your birthday present. The other part is at dinner. And it's just about time to get seated," Duo said, glancing at his watch. "So, come on birthday boy," Duo said, extending his hand.
Quatre's eyes shimmered with joy as he grasped Duo's hand, letting him lead him out, while Trowa and Heero followed behind them. On the third floor were restaurants of all kinds. Duo had made reservations ahead of time, the seating being placed by the high window overlooking the beautiful ocean. Quatre got to sit by the window next to Duo and across from Trowa, while Heero and Trowa sat next to one another.
Throughout dinner, Duo described how he found the place and setting it all up. The drinks were served and Quatre smiled as Duo told him the story. Heero and Trowa were listening intently, and by the look on Heero's face Quatre thought perhaps Heero had all ready known what Duo had done. His thoughts traveled as he glanced at Heero, noting that his eyes appeared different somehow. They were less unemotional. Quatre fleetingly wondered what had occurred between them on their date, but he was brought back out of his thoughts as Duo spoke again.
"It actually wasn't that hard to get inside this place. I thought it'd be all reserved with no space, but they had room. It was just lucky timing I guess," Duo smiled, taking a sip of his mixed fruit-drink.
"We've had a lot of luck on this vacation," Quatre observed with a smile, leaning his cheek on his hand.
Duo turned to him and smiled, "That's for sure. So how do you like your birthday so far? Feel any different?"
Quatre sat up in his seat in thought, "Oh, I love my birthday so far, Duo," Quatre smiled, glancing at Trowa and Heero as well. "I don't feel any older though."
Duo grinned and patted his back, "It takes some time. You'll feel it."
Quatre laughed lightly just as their dinners were served. As they all began to eat their meals, Duo began to talk again, trying to get Heero and Trowa to say something.
"I can't believe you two have been here a whole month and you haven't gotten massages!" Duo exclaimed, glancing at the both of them.
Heero shrugged, "It wasn't important at the time."
"Come on, you're in the best tropical paradise ever and you sit on your butts all day? It's a good thing you two met us or your stay here would be wasted," Duo said, taking a bite out of his dinner.
Quatre for once, remained silent, relishing in the comfortable atmosphere around them as Duo continued to scold them for being on such a beautiful island and not going anywhere. Quatre inwardly smiled, also thankful that they had come across Heero and Trowa, even if it hadn't been the best at first. His fears about the water and the incidents that had happened were washed away little by little as the day went on until he no longer thought about anything except the present. The massage had helped rid him of anything bad thoughts, including ones about having to leave the island eventually.
The dishes were cleared soon after the meal but they didn't leave, taking their time drinking their beverages and talking, though Duo did most of it. Quatre's eyes traveled to the beautiful view out the window beside him, watching how the ocean sparkled as the sun's rays hit it at different angles. Quatre's attention was suddenly distracted as loud singing interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see several waiters heading toward their table with a large slice of cake in hand and one large candle in the center.
His eyes widened in shock as he realized they were singing happy birthday to him, approaching their table. Duo was grinning from ear to ear as Quatre stared at them with wide eyes. The song ended and the waiters clapped, setting the cake in front of Quatre, who smiled back politely feeling slightly awkward.
"It's on the house," one of the waiter's smiled as they turned to go back to their duties.
"All right, now make a wish," Duo said, leaning down toward him.
Quatre glanced at him, raising his eyebrows slightly but proceeded to close his eyes and wished before blowing out the candle. Duo clapped before picking up his fork and dipping it into Quatre's slice, taking a big bite.
"Ymm, ish good," Duo said with a mouthful.
Quatre smiled and shook his head, taking a bite himself. The cake was exceptionally good, layered inside with chocolate, surrounded with fruits and whipped cream. Also inside one layer was raspberry filling in which Quatre really enjoyed.
"You two should try some," Duo said, licking his lips.
"I'm fine," Heero said, his eyes locking with Duo's.
Quatre didn't notice the heated exchange as he glanced across the table at Trowa.
"Here, Trowa, try some," Quatre offered, sliding the cake toward him.
Trowa glanced at it and nodded. Quatre realized he didn't have a fork so he handed him the fork he was using. Trowa used the fork to take a small piece out of the cake, tasting it.
"Do you like it?" Quatre asked, watching him as he handed the fork back to him.
"It's good," Trowa said. "The chocolate's a little sweet though."
Quatre nodded in agreement, taking another bite of the cake. Once the cake was cleared he leaned back in his seat. Duo turned toward Quatre, smiling.
"So, how do you like this place?"
Quatre smiled back, "It's wonderful, Duo. It would've been nice to take a look at the beach. Maybe we could before we leave."
"Actually, we don't have to," Duo's grin widened as he glanced at him.
Quatre sat up in his seat, staring at his friend in wonder, "What do you mean?"
"There's still one last present to give you, Quat," Duo smiled. "Here," he said pushing a box toward him.
Picking up the small box, Quatre studied it before pulling the ribbon and opening it. Inside, was an object that just barely fit inside the small box. Quatre lifted it out of the box, dangling it on his finger.
"A key? What's it for?"
Duo leaned back in his chair, "To a suite here in this resort for a whole week."
The key fell off Quatre's finger as he stared at Duo in shock, "Duo…how…when…"
Duo laughed at his startled expression, "Don't look so surprised, Quat. I've been planning this for a while. Although I wasn't planning the events that took place before this, I was planning to come here all along. That's why we were able to get in before it was completely booked. They have some great deals here and I was able to get two suites on the fourth floor, massages and spa treatments included. And of course we can visit the beach or the outside pool any time."
Quatre opened his mouth, completely surprised. Once his shock subsided he glanced at him in confusion, "Two suites?"
"I was expecting to get two rooms right next door to each other so that you could have your own room. My room is just a few hallways away from yours because most of the suites were full. And you both are welcome to stay with us," Duo said, glancing toward Heero and Trowa. "That is if you don't mind sharing a room."
"We shouldn't intrude," Heero said, glancing at both of them.
Quatre turned to him, "You're not intruding. We'd love to have you here."
"Besides, it's nearly night time and it's a long ride back to your hotel," Duo said. "You might as well stay here. It'll be well into the night when you get back."
Heero and Trowa glanced at one another and finally Heero nodded, "All right."
"We'll have to share rooms, since Quatre and I have our names under separate rooms," Duo said. "You two don't mind, do you?"
Heero and Trowa shook their heads and Duo grinned, "Well great! And Trowa you're lucky you're rooming with Quatre, he's got the best room. Why don't you guys go check it out. I promise you'll love it."
Quatre nodded in agreement as he stood up, followed by Trowa. The two of them left, heading towards the elevator to check out the rooms.
Duo turned back to Heero, smiling widely, "I guess that means we're rooming together. Do you want to see the room?"
Heero nodded casually, "Sure," he answered.
Duo grinned and got up from the table, waiting for Heero to join them as they went toward the elevator only a minute after Trowa and Quatre. They got inside the elevator and went up to the fourth floor. The door clicked and opened for them as they headed down the hallway.
"Let's see, it's the HarbourView suite, so it should just be around this corner and two hallways down," Duo said out loud.
The two of them walked until Duo stopped in front of a large door. He turned and smiled at Heero.
"Well, this is it."
He opened the door and allowed Heero to enter, watching as he studied the room. The room consisted of two small polished tables with sets of two chairs. One large cushioned chair that extended out with a footrest sat in the corner by the private balcony overlooking the ocean. White curtains blew gently from the partially open balcony door, giving the room a cool, soothing feel. A large beautiful white bureau sat on the other side of the room in front of the large, king-sized bed. A small bathroom was to the other side of the bed, the door wide open revealing the clean white marble.
"It doesn't have a kitchen with it, but I've heard they have great room service," Duo smiled, leaning against the closed door. "So, what do you think?"
Heero turned around to face him, "It's very nice."
Duo grinned, "Yeah, well I did spend a lot of time looking for the perfect place for Quatre's birthday," he said approaching Heero. "I hope Quatre and Trowa like their room."
Heero closed his eyes for a second before opening them, "I'm sure they will."
Duo nodded but didn't answer, his eyes studying Heero silently. Finally, he walked closer until he was less than five feet from him.
"Are you tired yet?" Duo asked, away that it wasn't even nine yet.
Heero stared at him, his deep eyes searching his, "No," he answered evenly.
"Good," Duo smiled, walking a little closer. "Because I thought we could get to know each other a little better."
He stopped, only separating a foot between them as he stared at Heero. Duo's smile widened as he kept their eyes locked together, "What do you say?"
"What did you have in mind?" Heero asked casually.
"Oh nothing really…," Duo smiled, closing the distance to barely half a foot as Heero just stood there, watching him. "Just something simple," he said, not waiting for Heero to comment or utter a word as he grabbed his face and pushed their lips together, tasting the flavor on Heero's lips from dinner.
Duo felt Heero push him back slightly to break the kiss. Duo glanced at him expectantly as Heero's intense eyes became more gently, staring into his.
"Duo…you don't know me. You may not like me at all if you get to know me," Heero said.
Duo rose his eyebrows, "I think that's the most you've ever said to me. But I kind of like not knowing about you, it adds to the mystery," Duo grinned.
Heero's eyes closed, "Duo, you don't know what you're getting into."
"And what makes you say that?" Duo teased, bringing their lips together again only not as roughly.
Duo's hands wrapped around Heero's chest, keeping the passionate kiss in tact. Duo could feel Heero begin to respond to the kiss, allowing Duo to move his lips gently in order to deepen it. Duo waited until Heero was completely unprepared and opened his mouth, pushing his tongue into Heero's mouth unexpectedly. Heero made a sound of surprise in the back of his throat, but Duo held him tightly so as not to break the lip-lock.
Finally, Duo released his lips, sliding his tongue out, when he needed air. He stood there panting for breath while Heero was also breathing heavily staring at Duo.
"That was some kiss," Duo grinned. "Want to try it again?"
"Duo…," Heero said, turning his head to the side and closing his eyes.
"What? Quatre and Trowa are probably too busy drooling over their new room…or each other. This is our room anyway," Duo smiled widely, gesturing to the large suite. "How are we supposed to have a relationship if you don't relax Heero?"
"You don't want a relationship with me, Duo," Heero said plainly. "You deserve someone else, someone who hasn't spent most of their life training for battle."
"And why not, because you're a soldier? Because you've killed people?" Duo asked, staring at him.
Heero didn't answer and instead just stared at him, his eyes giving away the answer.
"Heero, you were doing it for a reason. A good reason, which was to bring peace to the colonies and Earth. You're not a mindless killing machine, you're human. And until you realize that I'm not going anywhere. And when you do realize that I'm still not going anywhere. So, you're stuck with me," Duo crossed his arms. "And we're stuck sharing this room together for a whole week with only one bed."
Heero glanced at him, a subtle smile of amusement coming to his face as Duo pointed out the obvious.
"Would you rather go relax in a Jacuzzi?" Duo asked with a sly grin. "I heard they really relieve stress."
Heero nodded, "I'd like that."
"Good," Duo grinned, opening the door for Heero and waiting for him to leave first. "Then we make-out," he said before closing the door.
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The long hallway was lit with dim candles as they passed, heading for the room that bear the same number on the key. Quatre glanced around, looking at the numbers on the doors they passed. It seemed like they had been walking forever, though it had only been five minutes. Quatre was anxious to see the room Duo picked out for him. He was hoping Trowa would like it as well, since they'd be sharing the room for a week.
The hallway turned and Quatre noticed the numbers were coming up to the one he was looking for. He excitement grew as he finally spotted their room number. They stopped in front of it and Quatre took out the small sign in the door handle, reading it.
"It says: 'Welcome to the Garden Courtyard suite,' " Quatre read aloud. "Well that sounds nice, doesn't it?"
Trowa glanced at him and nodded, "It does."
Quatre took out the key and placed it in the lock, sliding it through to open their door. He took a deep breath and slowly swung the door open to reveal inside the room. He had expected anything, even a shimmering waterfall cascading through the room from what he saw. The room had a beautiful polished oak wood floor that shimmered from the rays of sunlight that brushed across it. There were two large cushioned chairs with armrests and footrests sitting in the two corners of the room by the private balcony. It was the balcony itself that had Quatre captivated.
Beyond the balcony there were a ton of enchanting gardens full of plants and flowers blooming right outside. A large, beautiful palm tree stood in the center of the lush garden, its long leaves extending out to brush across the bush of orchids. In front of the balcony was a large wooden table with a pair of chairs around it. In the center of the table, a dozen roses were in a beautiful glass vase lighting up the room. Several lamps were placed on the walls to light up the room at night. One was in the corner by the door, another above the dresser and a gorgeous lamp that looked like a miniature chandelier stood steadily hooked from the ceiling above the table.
Quatre's eyes ranked over the room, his breath catching in his throat as he observed the beautiful suite. His eyes caught sight of the large plush king-sized bed that stood against the wall across from the bureau.
There's only…one bed?
He remembered that the room was supposed to just be for him. He was thankful it was a king-sized instead of smaller. He hoped that Trowa didn't decide to leave because he felt uncomfortable by the idea. Quatre glanced up at him and noticed that he was looking around the room as a whole, also intrigued by the articulate design of the suite. Quatre watched as his eyes scanned over the room, including the large bed, but not stopping anywhere as he examined it.
His heartbeat was racing again as he tried not to think about sleeping in the same bed as Trowa. He wasn't sure why he suddenly felt nervous, or why it was a big deal. He had shared a bed with Duo many times when they were at his apartment, because he didn't have a guestroom, and that hadn't made a difference. Perhaps it had something to do with Quatre's ever-growing emotions that seemed to be on overdrive, clouding his judgment now and then. He had almost dropped his ice cream cone after he and Trowa had gotten ice cream because Trowa had touched his hand to pull him away from the kids running past them.
I've got to get control of my emotions.
Quatre took a deep breath to calm himself, trying to relax his nerves so his emotions wouldn't take over again. He stepped further into the room, turning around to examine in before looking back at Trowa.
"It's beautiful! What do you think?"
Trowa nodded, "I agree. I like it better than the room back at the hotel."
Quatre's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled, "At least we can enjoy it for a full week."
It was then that Quatre noticed his suitcase from the hotel was sitting on top of the bed, as well as Trowa's belongings.
Duo really must've planned this well. He and Heero must've either stopped back at the hotel to get everything before they came here, or they figured out a way for the resort to do it. I've got to thank Duo later. He's such a wonderful friend.
Quatre set the key down on the dresser walking over to things to get a better look. He headed toward the private balcony, opening the sliding door to let in a soft warm breeze, his eyes taking in the sight of the enchanting garden awaiting outside. It was so beautiful that Quatre could only stare, mesmerized, wanting the moment to last forever.
Just as quickly as he had been thinking that, his thoughts were clouded again by his emotions breaking through the surface. His vision was becoming blurry as tears came, overflowing his eyes and cascading down his cheeks. He couldn't control himself, unable to stop his shoulders from shaking and the tears coming down faster. He covered his face and knelt down on the floor, his emotions taking control. He couldn't stop them, nor calm himself down.
"Quatre?"
He heard Trowa's soft voice from behind him and felt a hand on his shoulder a moment later. He wiped at his eyes as he turned to look up at Trowa, his eyes still shimmering from having held so many tears, and his cheeks splashed with newly fallen ones.
"Are you all right?" Trowa asked softly.
Quatre looked down at the floor, "I'm fine," he said, his voice quivering slightly.
"Why don't you sit down?" Trowa offered, helping him stand and make his way to one of the soft, cushioned chairs.
Quatre sat down, trying his best to dry his eyes as Trowa came back over.
"Here," he said gently, handing him a tissue box.
"Thanks," Quatre said softly, taking it gratefully.
He pulled a tissue out to finish drying his eyes, feeling that his emotions were calming down slightly. He had never before felt them come on so suddenly and he wondered if it was just his stress being relieved.
"I'm sorry, Trowa, my emotions aren't usually so overwhelming," Quatre said quietly, looking up at him.
Trowa seated himself beside him on the footrest.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Quatre sighed, his hands playing with the tissue as he spoke, "I was just thinking how wonderful this birthday has been. Minus a few circumstances, of course," Quatre smiled weakly.
"And then I realized that after this week it will have been my third week here, which means I'll have to go back to the colonies. I know it's my duty and the foundation is important to the colonies, but I really don't want to go back now," Quatre said, his eyes filling with more tears.
"You shouldn't think of it that way," Trowa said calmly. "You should enjoy each day like you're staying here for longer and longer."
"I know, Trowa, but how am I supposed to think that way when I know it's not true?" Quatre turned to him.
Trowa closed his eyes for a minute before turning back to him, "You can always come back here. I'm sure being the owner of your father's company you can take a break whenever you need one."
"I know," Quatre sniffled, pulling out another tissue. "It's not just that. I've had more fun than in a long time and I don't want it to end, especially since we all became friends."
Quatre felt his tears begin to well up again and knew that his emotions weren't calm anymore. His shoulders began to shake again and he felt Trowa's hand on his shoulder as he tried to soothe him. In a swift movement, Quatre threw his arms around Trowa and began to cry on his shoulder.
"Oh Trowa…," his voice wavered as more tears fell, "I'm going…to miss you and Heero so much."
He felt Trowa's hand move to his back as he began rubbing it, trying to calm him down.
"I'm sure there's a way to keep in touch," Trowa soothed.
Quatre shook his head, pulling away slightly to look up at him, "But it's not the same, Trowa! I never really had true friends until I met Duo, and now you and Heero. I can't lose that," his eyes watered as more tears fell. "I don't want to lose you!"
He began to cry again, not able to control himself and he felt something soft brush against his face. He opened his eyes and pulled away slightly, his cheeks still wet with tears and saw that Trowa was holding a tissue out for him. Quatre looked up at the tissue through his tear-filled eyes and reached for it. His emotions had taken over again. He was so afraid of having to let everything go, including Trowa and Heero that he could no longer think straight.
Instead of grabbing the tissue like he had intended, the tissue fell softly to the floor. Quatre's arms were still encircled around Trowa, but his crying had stopped. His mind was swirling with so many sensations and thoughts that he barely registered what was happening consciously. He had been crying hard, not wanting to forget the vacation that had soothed him, and now his feelings were all tied together so he couldn't tell them apart.
He was surrounded by so many feelings that he hardly noticed his lips were pressed firmly against Trowa's in a hasty attempt to savor the moment. His hands were wrapped around Trowa's neck tightly, keeping their lips locked together. Conscious thoughts were forgotten as feelings took over the room, wrapping them in a haze.
Even as he parted for air, feeling hot breath mingling between them as he panted, his mind was still unfocused as he pushed forward again, his warm parted lips slipping between Trowa's. This time the kiss was more passionate, causing Quatre to unconsciously move closer.
Emotions had consumed the room, taking place of any thought as the two bodies were suddenly standing, moving closer and closer together. Lips were moving almost desperately over one another as arms tightened. Quatre took short breaths, only pausing when necessary, his eyes closed shut and his tear-stained face still visible in the dim sunlight that was growing darker as evening turned to night.
In the still room, there were sounds of breathless panting. A loud thud echoed throughout it as a chair was knocked onto its side. Quatre was fumbling backward, unaware of where he was going, letting his emotions take control of him. He hadn't felt anything as his back bumped into the table, causing one of the chairs to fall.
Quatre's hand drifted from around Trowa's neck brushing against the table behind him as he felt around. He used his hand as leverage to push away from the hard surface, directing his body away from it as his feet stumbled carelessly backward. In his haste, as he moved backward, he lifted his feet to allow his shoes to slip off, kicking them aside. His eyes remained shut as he continued to let his body guide him.
A sharp feeling invaded his chest, his empathy heightening his desire and surrounding him in a cloud of passion. His mouth pressed more urgently against Trowa's, slipping his lower lip between his lips and moving his head gently to gain more feel. Quatre moved his body around the table as they were directed away from it, his hand trailing down toward his shorts. His fingers brushed across the rim of his shorts finding the small button and pushing it to release it from its hold. His finger grasped the zipper below the button, pulling it downward.
As he did so he was moving to the side and backward, his inner senses taking over and leading him to a specific destination. With one hand still firmly latched around Trowa's neck, Quatre used his free hand to tug at his shorts, feeling the material give way slightly but not enough to even have moved over his hips. Quatre tugged harder, trying to slide the tight shorts off his body while moving backwards. He nearly tripped over a chair leg as he began wiggling his hips while tugging at his shorts in frustration. Quatre's fingers gripped the material harshly as he tugged even harder with one hand, unconsciously not caring if it ripped. He made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. Just as the material was on the verge of ripping, a warm hand brushed over his, tickling his skin softly. Inwardly, Quatre's heartbeat quickened by the touch as his breathing became more rapid in between kisses. The strong hand took hold of the shorts on one side, tugging on it and forcing the material down on one side to reveal Quatre's silk-blue underwear that looked similar to his Speedo.
Quatre helped by moving his hips as Trowa's hand slipped the material over his hips until it puddled at his feet. With ease, Quatre slipped out of his shorts, his legs pushing them aside as he backed up, the clothing lying on the floor forgotten. The movement continued as they both backed up, Quatre managing to dodge around the bureau with his arms still wrapped around Trowa's neck. The kiss broke again for air before their lips were feverishly touching, mouths opening wider to deepen it.
As their feet stumbled about slowly, Quatre leading the direction, his fingers unwound from Trowa's neck, trailing down toward Trowa's stomach. His fingers brushed across the rim of the tight jeans, tracing along the seam. As his lips were locked in a searing kiss, moving on their own will, his soft, gentle fingers slipped beneath the front of the jeans and locking onto the material just beneath them, pulling the tight black shirt out to hang loosely.
The shirt was pulled up higher as it was pulled entirely out of the confinement of the jeans. Quatre continued pushing the material up until it couldn't go any further. The kiss was broken as Quatre pulled his lips away tugging the shirt up as Trowa lifted his arms. The moment it was lifted over his head, Quatre's lips found his again crushing them together, the moisture on his mouth rubbing against the smooth warmth of Trowa's lips, which were also becoming moistened by the continuous heated kisses.
As the shirt was left discarded on the floor with the other clothing, Quatre continued to back up slowly, pulling Trowa gently along. Trowa's hands were still wound around his waist, so Quatre trailed his fingers between their bodies and across Trowa's abdomen, feeling the packs of muscles beneath his fingertips. Quatre's breathing inwardly quickened as his fingers trailed up Trowa's body and back down. The passion encircling the room increased, sending waves through Quatre's sensations. His fingers trailed back down Trowa's stomach to the rim of his pants, feeling for the cool metal of the button. He pushed it forward, slipping it through the small button hole. His hands fumbled as his fingers sought out the zipper, pulling it down.
Trowa's hands had reached from around his waist to his semi-buttoned blouse and began pulling on the buttons. Quatre was pulling Trowa's tight jeans a few inches off his hips, his fingers brushing against the soft cotton fabric of Trowa's underwear. The jeans were gripped securely around Trowa's lean frame, much like Quatre's shorts, proving difficult to slide down. As Quatre's hands pulled on the rough material, Trowa's fingers were working on the rest of his buttons. The jeans slid down a little, but not enough. Quatre moved his foot backward and gripped the jeans tightly, ready to tug hard. In moving backward his leg collided with something soft, the object pushing against the back of his knee and causing him to trip and fall backwards.
He was caught by a comfy, silky feel that cushioned his fall. As he fell on top of the large, plush object his hands were still gripped tightly to Trowa and he ended up pulling him down with him by his jeans. The fall broke the passionate kiss as Trowa stumbled on top of Quatre, sinking him into the bed. Quatre's chest was rising and falling rapidly as his breaths were becoming more ragged. Trowa's jeans had managed to slip off his hips down to his thighs from the force.
The feeling of their two rapidly heating bodies pressed together made Quatre's heart jump, the sensations overflowing him. He could hear Trowa's heavy panting above him. The passion was growing inside of him, filling him with desire that caused his body to heat up. Quatre's urgent hands found Trowa's chest as he wrapped his arms around him again, pulling him closer. His lips sought out Trowa's soft, warm mouth, somehow knowing where to tilt his head. He covered his mouth completely over Trowa's, memorizing every detail as his mouth moved in a fervent haze against his, seeking the touch that caused his stomach to flutter.
He suddenly felt a warm hand on his back, touching him lightly as the kiss deepened and lips were constantly moving and breaking apart and then coming back into contact more passionately than before. The hand on his back began to move, slipping beneath the thin blouse sending light feathery touches onto his skin. Quatre made a sound in the back of his throat, goose bumps appearing along his spine. The hand massaged the skin tenderly before pushing the material up along his back until it bunched up not able to move farther.
Quatre arched off the bed, trying to unconsciously help the material to go higher. Trowa's hand continued to push it up as Quatre rotated his body until the blouse was scrunched up to the top of his back. He removed the last button on the shirt, moving his arms in order to free himself from the clothing. He had to raise his body up slightly in order to slip it from his shoulders, throwing it carelessly off the bed. Both of Trowa's arms were now wrapped around his back, the warm hands against his bare skin.
Hungrily, Quatre's mouth moved passionately over his as his fingers trailed back down to Trowa's jeans, tugging them down past his thighs. The jeans finally crumpled down his legs, falling to the floor in a heap leaving them both clad only in underwear. The kissing soon became much more demanding and passionate as more skin was touched. Quatre's hands had traveled back up to Trowa's back, keeping a firm grip as their bodies moved to find a comfortable position.
Quatre's skin began to burn feverishly, his whole body covered in a thin layer of perspiration. He dug his heels into the bed to pull closer toward the head of the bed. It was harder with Trowa's lean, muscular body on top of his, but Trowa moved right with him until their heads were resting near the top. Quatre could feel their desires growing, both physically and emotionally. His body was beginning to heat up till he felt constricted, his hands sliding from around Trowa to his own waist. His fingers clasped the silk-blue underwear tightly gripped to him and pulled it down until it fell to his ankle. He let one leg slide partially off the edge of the bed to let the underwear fall to the floor to join the other discarded clothes.
The cool air in the room swept over him, cooling his burning skin. Sweat was beginning to form beneath his hairline and over his skin even without his clothes on. Quatre was in such a daze that he was gulping down air when they parted, his head turning to the side as his body flared, causing him to arch from the intense heat. And then he locked their lips together again. He could feel Trowa above him, moving his legs to get comfortable. He was so lost in the sensations that he couldn't feel Trowa's arms unwind from around his waist.
Quatre's fingers slid down Trowa's back toward his waist and felt that the feeling of cotton had disappeared. He felt Trowa shift slightly and then heard the soft thud of light material hitting the floor. He could clearly feel Trowa's body lay back down on top of his, moist skin rubbing together. The kissing deepened as Quatre's arms moved to around Trowa's neck, sensing the passion rising.
Trowa continued to move, finally stopping when he found a comfortable position. As their hands roamed over each other's skin, Quatre parted his legs, seeking out one of Trowa's legs and wrapping around it. The feel of his smooth skin sliding along Trowa's leg made his breathing change. Trowa's grip seemed to tighten around him, preventing him from moving very much.
And then, Quatre could feel his breath catch in his throat as tightness wound around him, sparks of pain shooting through his nerves. His body seemed to ache, his muscles clenching as the pain shot up through his spine even as the pleasure continued to grow. Quatre's leg, that wasn't wound around Trowa's, moved farther toward the edge of the bed, creating more space in between his parted legs. The pain seemed to lessen but he could still feel his nerves on fire as his spine tingled from the sudden shock. Quatre's arms tightened around Trowa's neck, his fingers spreading across his back. His lips that were still connected to Trowa's broke the lip-lock between them.
Trowa's lips parted for air, but Quatre barley gave him any time before his lips covered his, opening widely as his tongue slid inside his mouth. Quatre could feel the hot moisture colliding, his tongue moving slowly unsure of where to go. He tilted his head slightly and the angle caused his tongue to brush against Trowa's. At first the kiss was hesitant, as neither one knew what to do, then their tongues were entwined together, the slick, hot feeling in his mouth blocking out the aggravating tingling in his spine and the pain he felt below his hips.
Suddenly, Quatre's body arched off the bed, his lips breaking contact with Trowa's as the pain was numbed, replaced by an excited jolt that sent waves of pleasure throughout him. His mouth was open as a groan escaped his throat, his eyes closing in reaction. The pressure grew inside him as he felt Trowa shift above him, and as Trowa pulled away the pressure lessened. He felt the ripples of Trowa's abdominal muscles as his stomach brushed across his, Trowa's body shifting upward again as the pressure increased again blocking out the slight discomfort that had come back. Quatre made another sound of pleasure as the jolt sent his nerves spinning with sensations.
The same pattern continued until Quatre could no longer feel the discomfort and only the jolts of excitement that sometimes caused him to arch off the bed in pleasure. Quatre's fingers dug into Trowa's back as the pace quickened, the jolts coming in fast waves that sent his mind spinning. He was making soft incoherent sounds as each wave flooded through him, his blonde bangs now damp with sweat sticking to his forehead. The sensations that flowed through him were so overwhelming that he was slowly becoming wracked with pleasure, his limbs feeling like jello.
The leg that was wrapped around Trowa's slowly detangled, falling to rest gently beside Trowa's leg. Quatre's fingers, that were digging into Trowa's skin, soon unclenched, his muscles relaxing as the pleasure took over. His fingers lifted from Trowa's back, slipping down, brushing lightly over the flexed muscles in his back beneath his tanned skin, the soft, fair fingers gliding gently to his lower back before resting on his hips. As Quatre's fingers gripped Trowa's hips, he could feel him rocking back and forth, thrusting forward gently and then easing back before continuing the motion.
Each time, Quatre felt the hot, thickness that entered him. He was able to concentrate on it without feeling any pain, relishing in the pleasure as the thickness returned sending pressure that caused the jolts to return and then backing away slightly, still leaving his nerves shaking from the waves of ecstasy. He could hear sounds coming from Trowa as well, the smooth, deep, rich sounds soothing him. His hands remained on Trowa's hips, feeling as his body moved up and down with the movements. The feeling of the satin sheets beneath his bare body rubbing up against him, causing more friction that heightened the sensations. And then Quatre could feel something building up inside, reaching a peak as his emotions overwhelmed him. He thrashed his head gently from side to side, his damp hair sticking his face as the incoherent sounds he made became slightly louder.
A sudden jolt, feeling like pressure was building, the ecstasy flowing through him to its maximum, caused his fingers to grip Trowa's hips tightly. The pressure finally broke, waves causing his eyes to flutter closed from the overloading feelings that made sweat trickle down his neck. The pressure was gone as the feelings of pleasure and excitement began to calm down, his arms dropping to his sides feeling too weak to hold on. He felt Trowa's muscles flex before they relaxed as he collapsed lightly on top of him. The warmth of both their bodies together lulling Quatre's senses as his eyes closed completely shut, his muscles relaxing entirely as his mind fell into a deep slumber.
TO BE CONTINUED…
(1) Mahi-Mahi: It's a large fish found in warm waters around Florida or the Pacific Coast. It has a blunt head and striking colors for scales consisting of blue-green and yellow. It supposedly has a mildly sweet flavor, but I've never tried it so I don't know for sure. ^_^
***Author's Note: I know that this chapter focused mainly on Trowa and Quatre, but that's because it's Quatre's birthday and doing the couples separately seems more realistic. Duo and Quatre can't both sleep with Heero and Trowa at the same time! That would be strange. ^-^ Duo and Heero's lemon comes in the next chapter, and I PROMISE to those of you who asked, Heero and Trowa are not going to remain cold after this chapter. Don't you think Duo and Quatre have done a good job at opening them up? ^-~
NOTE: I have posted pictures of the rooms on my profile so you can see the beautiful places they're at and the rooms! ^-^ I hope to have the next chapter up by next Saturday sometime (which is March 20th).
Disclaimer: The Heaven Resort was based off of a real resort in Florida called Pier House Resort and Caribbean Spa. And The Lighthouse restaurant is a real one in the Caribbean, supposedly the best on the island. ^-^ The website I got this off of is in my profile with pictures of the gorgeous rooms our boys got!
To Reviewers:
RinChan: ^-^ Thanks! This chapter was updated early because it's the second part of the previous chapter so they go together. Let me know if anything is confusing! And I promise, BOTH couples get their equal turns at everything, just not at the same time.
Ashen Skies: *sighs* I know, I know, you're absolutely right. I hate seeing Trowa and Heero so cold as well. It's just…that's how they started, because they're used to being cold (that is until they met Duo and Quatre, right?), so it'd be kind of strange for them to all of sudden change completely out of the blue and have emotions. That's why their shells are slowly being broken. It can't be a piece of cake for Quatre and Duo to break through to them. Quatre obviously was able to do it in this chapter and Duo will have his chance in the next. BOTH couples will have their turns at everything! Just not at the same time. Next chapter will contain both couples again (obviously) but be more centered around Duo and Heero (and their lemon). ^-^ And then after that it should be equal between them with the exception of some events coming up. I got this up as soon as I could! For some reason, the sex scene took longer than I thought O.O
Akennea: *grins* This chapter was up early because it's connected with the previous chapter. Hopefully I can keep the chapters coming at a constant rate but they won't all be updated this quickly. ^-^
Die Spitze: *grins* aww! I'm glad it gave you butterflies. Was this enough Trowa and Quatre for ya? ^-~ It doesn't end with the lemons, don't worry, it's just the climax of the plot. Duo and Heero's lemon is in the next chapter, so it will focus a little more on them but there will still be lots of Quatre/Trowa.