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Thinking
"Speaking"
Stress/Emphasis
PlayTime
By Doctor Megalomania
Okay, so this is a series of little ficlets, there's no time line, no real point, nothing that links them, except for the fact they all came to me during various times when I was messing about with my mates . . . yes, I do still like to play with my friends, I am a child at heart and hope to forever remain so! Please RR! Oh, and you have to guess which point of view it's from, since it's one pilot's POV about another!
Zero Four: Slink or Swim
Five hundred channels and there's nothing on.
I had been wondering why I never watched TV anymore.
I sighed and got up from the bed. I switched off the damned box and returned to my bed to flop gracelessly – hey, not everything I do is graceful – back onto its much underused springs. The bed creaked. I felt its pain. It had springs, springs that were supposed to stop creaking after some vigorous training and yet . . . I glanced at the door. Quatre was upstairs again.
And if tonight is anything like last night, I suppose I won't be seeing much of him. Or if it's anything like the night, or the before that, or indeed ever in the last three weeks, I won't be seeing much of him at all, but hey, a man can dream!
Unless. . .
Brushing my oh-so-quirky hair away from my face, I got up with a sigh and opened the door. I walked along the hall, hearing Heero's fingers tapping away at his laptop, passed Wufei's room where I could hear him and Duo making up stories again about Duo's models. Bizarre, who'd ever thought Wufei would enjoy Duo's company for something they both love?
Anyway, I finally got to the largest stairwell.
This stairwell was very, very, very, very long. Considering it ran all the way from the basement right up to the fifth floor. It coiled in lazy loops right through out the house and Quatre was the only one who used it. The rest of us – call us lazy – preferred the lifts . . . yes, the safe house has lifts. Quatre never does anything small.
I smirk to myself.
Me included.
Hee hee.
Hey, just because I don't talk much doesn't mean I don't think much. Besides, when you live with four other boys pretty much all the time, you rarely develop any manners. Or at least that's my excuse.
I stepped out on to the stairwell, fully intending to mount the stairs and go see the young Master Winner.
Or at least I was going to do that . . . had the Young Master Winner not sped past me, ridding the inner, unbroken railing.
"HiTrowa!Can'tStopNow,OnAMission!" Quatre's voice grew quieter as he sped away from me, along the curling rail.
I blinked for a moment.
Then a moment longer.
Then I ran over to the rail and looked down to see the blonde headed angel of my dreams ride the rail to about the second floor – we're on the third if you didn't know – and then let out a low disappointed moan. I blinked as he hopped off the rail, disappeared from sight for a few seconds then started jogging back up the stairs.
"Hi Trowa, How are you tonight? Hope you're fine, bai bai now!"
He ran past me, delivering the one line to me in a breathless pant as he continued to make his way up the stairs and disappearing straight into the shadows that engulfed the fourth floor.
I'm a patient man.
I could have just waited until he came back down again.
But I also want to get laid tonight so. . .
No.
I sprinted after him, taking the steps two and three at a time. I was breathing heavily, Duo might have called it panting, but never in a blue moon am I admitting to him that I was out of breath. I swallowed, trying to make it look like I wasn't having such a hard time trying to catch my breath again as I walked the last few steps to the fifth floor.
Pausing on the fourth step down from the top, I glanced at Quatre as he crouched down on the second step. His body was coiled to spring out of the way; he was counting down quietly under his breath. I glanced at the top of the stairs and saw immediately he'd been here all day. His mobile phone was on a charger nearby, his lunch was partially eaten, still on the tray and he had the thermal flask he'd taken up this morning after filling it with tea.
A quiet shushing noise began and Quatre quickly jumped up. I have to admit I was far too caught up in gazing down the back of his trousers – which strangely enough were not his favourite khakis but some elasticy corded purple hipsters – that had slipped down enough to give me an eyeful of Quatre's lovely pert behind.
"Trowa!"
I recognise that tone. . .
That's the 'Trowa-gets-no-nookie!' tone!
No! Since our fight a couple of nights back, Trowa's not been getting any nookie! Trowa was promised nookie tonight though! Trowa wants nookie!
I blinked hastily and glanced at my love with concern. I forestalled the obvious question on my mind. Why would Trowa not be getting nookie tonight after he's been such a good boy?for the better put, "Quatre, what's wrong?"
His slim pale hands tugged up his trousers, making his hipbones – which the slipping trousers had also revealed – disappear from my sight and made more of my hormones wail in sheer disappointment. His beautiful fine blonde eyebrows were drawn moodily as he stomped up to me and stood on the two steps above mine so we would be at eyelevel. "Good thing for you that it's here this time and not five steps down from the end isn't it, Trowa?"
I winced at the tone behind my name again.
And then I looked down.
Resting against my foot was the damned slinky again.
Oh for crying out loud.
That bloody thing is what landed me in so much hot water the first time.
I'd had the misfortune of picking it up just as it was nearing the end, I mean Quatre had been running after it looking intent on catching the thing and I'd never seen one before, so how was I supposed to know that it wouldn't break once it met with the hard floor. Anyway, five steps from the end I'd picked the cursed rainbow coloured springy thing up from the floor and glanced up to see Quatre about to go ZERO on me.
His beautiful eyes were wide open and his mouth stretched in a way I thought only I could get it to stretch.
Then he started to go very, very red in the face.
It was then I knew that I had to either sink or swim. Flee or fight. Roll over or get my backside spanked with a rolled up newspaper. Apologise or . . . not apologise.
Sometimes I wonder where I got this stubborn streak. I sure as hell wasn't this stubborn when I was with the mercenaries, or when I was a mechanic with Doktor S . . . it must be the Gundam Effect.
Anyway . . . that's why I haven't been getting any nookie for the last few days.
I refused to apologise.
I swam.
I fought.
I got my backside spanked by a rolled up copy of the Financial Times.
Hence me being so sour for the last few days. You try being normal and happy when your lover's given you a spanking with his Financial Times and not even given you a kiss to make it feel better.
Ahem. Back to now.
Quatre folded his arms and glared at me for a moment longer before sighing explosively and crouching down in front of me to pick up the accursed slinky. He jostled it from hand to hand before looking at me. "So what brings you up here, Trowa?"
I bit back a smile; ZERO system was going into cooling, Quatre's tone was not threatening further retention of nook. "I came looking for you . . ." I blinked as he sank down on to the stairs and looked up at me, the accursed slinky still spilling from one pale hand to the other. "I was getting bored of waiting for you; it's nearly midnight Quatre."
He blinked and leant back, the slinky stilling as he picked up his mobile phone and stared at the clock on it. "So it is . . ." he chuckled quietly. He glanced up at me, cute angelic features that tormented me in my sleep, features that could quite easily turn devilish once there was a bit of fumbling in the sheets.
I sighed and sat beside him, he was in an amiable mood.
Amiable.
As in friendly.
As in 'Trowa, isn't it great that we are friends' kinda mood.
As in Trowa ain't getting no nookie tonight even if he has been a good boy.
I glared at the accursed slinky as it enjoyed spilling from one hand to another. Damnit, I was getting slinky envy! The stupid plastic coil was getting more action than I was!
Did Quatre, my beloved, get ZERO angry at the slinky when it attacked me!
No!
He chuckled sweetly and sighed as he rested his head against my shoulder, "Ah, Trowa . . . you've found me out at last . . ." I slide my eyes half off the slinky, I didn't trust it but I stared at his soft hands.
"Found out what?"
He chuckled again, softly, his cheek rubbing the rough wool of my favourite green turtleneck – which for once I was wearing for its intended purpose of keeping me warm, rather than the real reason I wore it most of the time.
Quatre bites in bed.
Mmmeoow!
Anyway, he chuckled and I felt strangely comforted that it was just him and me up here. Alone. In the near darkness. Oooh. It was kind of kinky. My hormones let out a loud cheer, tickling me from my toes to my ears as I let my gaze slip off his hands to his crown of golden hair. He was staring down, leaning warmly against me. I felt my lips pucker up automatically as I leant over for the kill. That sweet little kiss on his head might just be my ticket to getting some nook—
"OH!"
I kissed thin air as Quatre slipped off the step we were perched on and after the accursed slinky. My head snapped around, as he came back up the stairs and sat down beside me. Still amiable. As in friendly. As in—I'M GOING TO DESTROY THAT BLOODY SLINKY!
Jealous bloody slinky, probably did it on purpose.
It KNEW I was about to get Quatre's attention off it and back where it rightfully belongs. Me. As in Trowa Barton. As in nanashi. As in ME!
I tried not to growl, keeping my face schooled in a patient mask of indifference.
What Quatre didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.
Particularly since I was silently informing the bloody, accursed slinky that I was about to declare a little war of my own on it for its ongoing persistence in denying me Quatre and his most scrumptious nookie.
I felt my eyes narrowed as I glared at the accursed, rainbow coloured slinky.
Quatre wasn't leaning against me now; it – the slinky – was mocking me. It spilled from his hand to the other, fluidly. Like it knew it was taunting me.
"I love slinkies."
I blinked out of my glaring match with the accursed slinky. "Pardon?"
"I said I love slinkies." Quatre smiled and shook his head; "I thought I'd lost it until I found this safe house again. I love playing with it and ever since I was child, I've been trying to get it to get all the way down to the bottom in one go." He chuckled warmly again and looked up at me, I felt my heart melt.
His eyes were darkened with the shadows, turning them from ocean blue to something more . . .
Let's just say I had to fight to stop myself from licking my lips.
Although I couldn't stop the almost silent sigh. You wonder why I'm obsessing over nookie with this man? Quatre is gorgeous. Not in the same, complete sex appeal as Duo, or Heero's intense brooding. Not in the way Wufei smoulders when he's angry, and just a few hairs pull loose. No, Quatre is gorgeous in the way that makes me want to hide away, makes me want to hide him away. He's like an uncut diamond. Still hidden from view by his puberty, but deep inside you just know he's pure, clear, sparkling with unseen elegance that has yet to blossom.
. . . Quatre makes me want to hide him away.
He makes me want to hide him from everyone else so when he finally becomes physically what he already is he'll be all mine. Heart-breaking handsome not only in the way he is, but the way he looks.
He makes me want to hide away from him because sometimes I wonder . . . do I deserve this? This love he has for me, is it really mine? To keep? Forever?
Those ocean blue eyes, his parted lips, his sweat drenched hair as it coils back on the pillow . . .
His hand as it waves before my face?
His voice so laced with concern for—I blinked out of my fantasy as Quatre pinched my nose shut and I couldn't breath.
"Trowa!" He chuckled as I yanked his hand off my face, "I was afraid you'd fallen asleep while I poured out my childhood to you . . ."
I stared at him with all seriousness, trying to think of a more suitable answer than - I was fantasying about getting some nookie with you, wanna make it a reality, baby?and came up with this brilliant reply of:
"Huh?"
He smiled warmly.
"Trowa. . ." he breathed my name and leant forward, his lips pursing together adorable. His eyelids fluttered shut as he tilted his head. Yes! I was going to get some! I rushed forward to meet him half way, feeling my tongue licking the back of my teeth, raring for some action at last.
"Whoops!"
My eyes shot open as once again I French-kissed thin air.
I felt my jaw slacken; my hormones threaten to commit suicide as Quatre ran after his slinky again.
DAMN YOU! I cried mentally at the slinky, ACCURSED RAINBOW COLOURED COILED SPRING THING FROM THE DEEPEST DARKEST CIRCLE OF HELL!
Innocent Quatre, ignorant of the slinky's attempts to part us! He jogged back up the stairs and before I could even remotely try to instigate a mutual exploration of mouths that we'd both come to know very, very well, he turned and pulled at the cup/lid of the thermal flask. That's it. Amiable Quatre drinking tea with me meant no way, no how, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds, go straight to the showers baby, and cool it.
I sighed and folded my arms on my knees and leant my chin on my forearms.
I want nookie.
"What's wrong, Trowa?"
Innocent Quatre, trying to cheer me up. I sighed, knowing now I was just sulking. I felt his warm, strong hands rub up my back and knead hard against my shoulders. He scooted over, placing his knees by each side of my jeans clad hips. I felt his body lean against my back and his hands start to massage me.
"Trowa . . ." he murmured, almost admonishing me, "You're tense . . . what's wrong?"
Try not sleeping with your boyfriend for a couple of weeks and getting jealous of a slinky and then talk to me. I sighed and said nothing. He leant closer, mistaking my sigh for me actually saying something.
"What was that, love?" He breathed into my ear. I felt my hormones play around with my stomach as he began to kiss my ear delicately.
Someone has been missing the nookie too!
. . . I would have sung that, had I wanted to risk destroying this quiet moment where Quatre was quite playfully nibbling my ear.
God, I love that. . .
I leant back, leaning my head back until it pushed against his shoulder and I could stare at him. He was focused on me now, his eyes liquidly shifting from light azure to dark sapphire. I meant to kiss him, drive all thought of the accursed slinky from his mind.
I love him.
I love him dearly.
"Trowa . . ." he breathed in that special way, his hand sliding over my chest as he shuffled once more so he could wrap one arm around my front. His hand brushed over my heart as he leant forward, whispering as he pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you . . . Allah, Trowa . . ."
My lips parted as I shifted one arm to wrap around his back, letting it slid down until it touched those scandalously low slung purple trousers.
"My heart Trowa, Allah, Trowa I can feel your heart . . ."
His lips parted, his eyes fluttered shut. I heard a familiar shushing noise as the accursed slinky pushed itself off the stair and began to spill down the stairs, almost screaming unreasonably that if Quatre loved it, he'd go after it.
My hormones were too distracted by the pale pink lips hovering above my own to notice my sense of honour kick up.
"Your slinky . . ." I whispered, honour wining over any lust I felt.
His eyes opened, staring into my half lidded one. He already knew. He smiled like a cat that had the cream, the mouse and the cake. "The slinky can wait . . ." he murmured back, swallowing my moan as he pressed against me, kissed me deeply. ". . . you . . ." his pale strong hands ran down my front and my back, stroking warmly, "you can't . . ."
The slinky continued down the stairs as we kissed.
Its shush-shush-shush-shush noise down the steps faded away as Quatre stole my breath away and reminded me all over again why I never wanted to die. To die was to never be kissed by him again. Naturally, I returned the favour.
He curled around me and stared down the stairs, absently running his hand up and down my jeans clad thighs.
We sat like that for a long while, staring down at the light while hidden by the shadows. He shifted his head slightly, purposely digging his chin into my shoulder. Resting there he stared at my profile, he smiled and chuckled at some private joke.
"What?"
"Nothing. . ." he smiled more, almost smirking, "Trowa . . .?"
"Yes, lover?"
His smile faded slightly at the rarely used term of endearment and he leant forward to kiss me again.
"Trowa, I love you . . . I'm sorry I got angry at you for stopping my slinky . . ."
I smiled slightly, and raised my hand, fondly running a finger just under the waistband of his low-slung trousers. "That's okay . . . I'm sorry I stopped it at the bottom."
He raised his hips slightly, playfully pushing against my hand. "That's okay . . ." he blinked.
Oh no.
He's remembered the slinky.
Damnit!
My finger no longer caressed soft skinned, pert backsideness!
Quatre had sprung up and was pacing over to the inner rail. He sat on it primly, like a lady sitting side seat on a horse and glanced at me. "Don't you wanna know how far it got?"
I raised an eyebrow, the hidden one of course, the one perpetually hidden my oh-so-quirky hair and thought of where I hope the slinky had ended up.
For example:
Under my Gundam's foot.
In Heero's room where hopefully he'd mistake it for Relena and shoot it.
The deepest, darkest circle of hell from whence it came from.
I'm sure I could have thought of other more delightful places it could have been but I was still frazzled from Quatre's kisses.
Sighing, I climbed onto the railing in a manlier manner than Quatre, sitting astride it. He glanced down at the way I was sat and looked up with me with a knowing smile. "Trowa, I'm not sitting this way because I've got twenty-nine sisters and have turned out a little more feminine than most other boys. I'm sitting like this because at the end of the rail there's this rather hard, painful stone statuette and I wish to retain the thing that keeps me from becoming the thirtieth Winner daughter."
Ah.
Right.
I quickly moved so I was sitting next to Quatre, my right hip pressed tightly against his left. He grinned at me and moved his arm so he could hold my left side and I moved my hand so I could hold onto his right. The two free hands, we silently agreed, to used for steering and balance.
"Keep your feet up!" Quatre whispered to me as if we were about to do something terribly naughty. He grinned again and lifted his feet, giving a little push to the floor as he did so. We were off!
We began to pick up pace as we reached the fourth floor, and had to lean back a little so I could keep my feet up. It was . . . it was so much fun! It was so childish, but Quatre couldn't help the little whoop he let out as we finally sped past the third floor, really flying down the rail! I chuckled as I felt his hand tighten and he glanced back at me, his blue eyes sparkling as we flew down the railing together.
The slinky hadn't stopped so far, and neither would we!
The second floor whooshed past us, and Quatre cried out excitedly, "I've never gotten this far before!" He leant over, almost toppling us over as he pressed a kiss against my lips hard. "Trowa, it must have reached the end this time!"
Somehow the danger of us toppling off the rail made it all the more fun. It was stupid and dangerous, we could have broken our necks but . . . I tightened my hand on Quatre, making him look at me again.
I kissed him.
Hard.
Suddenly we were plunged into shadows as we past into the basement that lead to the Gundam's hanger. He broke my kiss, looked utterly flushed and snapped his head around.
"Trowa!" He called, "get ready to jump!"
We jumped off the rail just as the statue at the end of the rail came up. Stumbling about each other, finally we managed to sit down on the floor. A little dizzy, a little high on the adrenaline that the slide had brought, we stared at each other and laughed hard.
After a bit, his laughs slowed to hiccup and mine receded into snorts and the odd chuckle. He stood and offered a hand to help me up. I made to pull him down to me the first time, but got up. I didn't let go of his hand as he flicked on the lights and looked around the stairs for his slinky.
"Well, would you look at that . . .?"
I looked up from my licking of Quatre's neck with some disinterest and saw that the slinky had rather stubbornly stopped on the last step from the floor.
He giggled as he crouched down and picked up the accursed slinky.
"You know something Trowa . . . I finally figured out one of the reasons why I love this slinky so much . . ."
I narrowed my eyes, a slinking suspicion I knew what he was going to say next.
"I mean it's so damned stubborn . . . sometimes, it almost reminds me of you!"
He giggled as he jogged off to the lifts. He waited patiently, letting the accursed slinky spill from hand to hand. "Come on, Trowa!" He grinned, not realising how crazy he drove me sometimes, "let's do it again!"
Although, "Yes, my love . . ." came out of my mouth and earned me a nice hot making out session all the way up in the lift, I was really thinking . . .
DAMN YOU ACCURSED RAINBOW COLOURED COILED SPRING THING FROM THE DEEPEST DARKEST CIRCLE OF HELL! I'LL GET YOU ONE DAY! MARK MY WORDS! YOUR DAYS UPON THIS EARTH AS THE BANE OF MY LOVE LIFE IS NUMBERED!
Still – I smiled later that night as I stroked those sweat drenched golden locks – I really do love him.
I just hate his slinky.
