((Yes, I cheated. Forgive me. I know what I promised, but... Well, it got too long to be one chapter, and so here you have it. No real 'naughty bits', but it is another chapter, and it's a lot closer. Admittedly, this took me forever to put up, and I apologize for that. It will get done eventually though... And likely with a few more stories inbetween. Hope you are still enjoying reading, and thank you as always for your reviews and suggestions.))
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It was Trieze that that made that decision for him, and for a good thing since Quatre felt he could have sat there in stunned silence until the apocalypse itself ended his 'suffering'. The older male had seen the warring emotions on that youthful face, and had interpreted them correctly.
Looking into those large cerulean eyes, he saw fear (not of them, he understood that right away, but of the little blonde's own feelings), a resigned blankness that was perhaps just a shield for his own protection… And sparkling right beneath those discouraging expressions, he saw a little flash of dim hope in their guest's lost gaze. He -wanted- to believe that maybe he was special, could be at any rate, and nervous or not, the boy -wanted- for it to be proved.
That was something he thought he could eventually achieve, though only if he handled it very, very carefully. This boy was like a timid kitten. One wrong move, and Trieze knew he and Zechs wouldn't be able to do anything to calm him back down or convince him they weren't just going to throw him over the table and rape him. The beautiful youth that had fallen into their life by accident would be beyond their reach, probably permanently.
He thought he was guessing correctly though that his 'Dove' would need a take charge figure though, which made everything a touch more challenging. It had to be enough to make him feel protected, sheltered and loved, maybe even worshiped on some level… Yet still commanding.
Trieze leaned forward again as if to resume his soft whispering to the shell of his ear, and was silently relieved when the younger male took that in stride. This time however cooing words of courtship weren't his goal. Softly, he pressed his lips to the tender flesh just beneath the pale blonde's ear; just a brush of contact over the delicate area but one that was unmistakable in its real intents.
From his seat in front of them both, Zechs watched with that same calm expression, one that was completely untouched by the fact that his innards felt like they were twisting themselves into knots as he waited for the boy to strike at his lover. The older male was smooth; he knew that first hand and could remember how a simple game of chess had turned into an affair with his then leader, but this case was something that defied all other examples.
Which was why he was stunned when the boy closed his eyes and then slowly, as if operating from within the grasp of a dream, tipped his head to the side as though encouraging that new sensation, baring more of the seemingly delicate curve of his throat to the elder man.
Zechs took in a sharp breath as he felt the strings of desire return and twist throughout his still shocked body, instantly having to quell the urge to reach forward and let his hand touch the so-soft looking skin inches from his lover's lips. That thought was silenced and held in place quickly as Trieze lifted his eyes to him. Without a word, those smoldering orbs of warm blue warned him 'Be still. He isn't ours yet.'
So he sat there and focused on not destroying the fragile beginning his older mate was making.
Perhaps that wouldn't seem like such a hard task to anyone else, but they weren't watching the way Trieze's eyes slipped blissfully closed as his lips slowly sought out the bundle of nerves on the side of the boy's throat, as though he were tasting the very essence of heaven, and they certainly weren't seeing the way those beautiful cheeks were gaining color even as his head sank back and came to rest lightly against Trieze's chest. Once again he was in hell, a teasing torturous pit of desire, but this was one that Zechs thought with time he could handle.
As for Quatre, he had no awareness of either heaven or hell, he just felt lost… Wonderfully so. Though confusion still sang within his mind like a harpy, but even it was fading into the background. That little voice of reason that was forever making him the 'worry wart' or 'mother hen' of their misfit group was utterly gone, and in it's place was a kind of heated acceptance and yearning. The lips moving against his skin felt like amnesia, and although even in this state he was aware that eventually he'd have to remember, right now he wanted nothing more than the oblivion they were promising him.
So when Trieze slipped his hand off of his shoulder and brought it up to his chin, tipping his face slowly towards his own, Quatre's heart froze for one painful second -- My friends. My mission. Dear god what am I doing?! It's not too late yet, I could -- but then that velvet mouth was against his own, and he gave up his fleeting struggle for reality absolutely.
Just… To be normal. For a minute. Forget the missions. Forget Gundams and orders, war too. To be a teenager, and to feel…
In that first true kiss between them, he felt like he was being pulled beneath the surface of a burning lake. Trieze's mouth pressed encouragingly against his, lips nudging Quatre's into action, and the blonde actually felt desire pool within him and then flood the senses almost as if it'd been waiting for a moment just like this. As that new wave claimed him, the boy shifted on the couch until he was on his knees mostly turned towards the figure standing by the arm (there was no hesitation from Trieze in releasing his wrist now), taking only a second to adjust before his hands drifted up and came to rest on the other male's cloth covered chest, just beneath his pectorals.
With the boy leaning that way, with his face lifted sweetly up in offering to the oldest blonde, Trieze wasted no time in bringing that now free hand up to slide it into platinum strands, marveling at the feel of silk sliding through his fingers for a second before he answered that silent request and lowered his lips to meet his Dove's again.
Even from his as of yet uninvolved position, Zechs could see the electricity that appeared to move through both males with that contact. Trieze's shoulders drew rigid for a moment, then the fingers of his hand curled in an absently possessive way in the youth's hair, and he had no doubts his lover was actually at the boy's mercy whether he knew it or not. As for the little blonde himself; he only needed to see the frame wracking shiver that moved down his slim body to know that it was a power the boy currently didn't have the wits to utilize. Someone could break down the door right now, and Zechs believed he -might- be the only one to notice it… But even that could be false. He had no desire whatsoever to take his eyes from that picture perfect sight.
Those eager little lips against his tasted of the purest honey and how that was, Trieze couldn't understand. Perhaps it was his own expectations altering his perception. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he cared; it was enough that the kiss that had started shy and was rapidly becoming passionately demanding was, without argue, one of the most perfect things he'd experienced. That the boy hadn't done this before was obvious, from the way his small hands had to wrap into the cloth of his shirt to steady him and by the teasing press of his teeth just behind his lips, but there was enough needing emotion behind every brush that he more than made up for it.
It was the soft humming sound, something that might have been a whimper of enjoyment had his mouth not been otherwise occupied, from 'his Dove' that finally woke him up a little and reminded him of other things. Namely the commendably patient man sitting just a few feet away.
He opened his eyes and through the close fluff of brilliant blonde hair, he meet his lover's gaze. The barely kept lust he saw moving just beneath the surface of his usually stoic expression was enough to make the eldest male's body heat jump another ten degrees.
Without breaking away from the boy's kiss, Trieze removed the hand from their prisoner's chin and used it to curl a finger at Zechs.
As if he need more permission than that.
Zechs straightened himself up on the velvet couch seat in order to scoot right behind that kneeling youth, then he lifted one long hand that he noticed wasn't entirely steady, and slowly settled it on the delicate curve of one of the boy's hips. Despite the fact that the skin he wanted to touch was covered and that the boy was too preoccupied with the kiss he was stealing with Trieze to actually notice such a light weight, that simple contact was enough to make the long haired blonde have to shut his eyes with 'I'm in control' effort. It was that graceful and natural inward arch of his waist, and the feel of the tight body -just- under his fingers and through a layer of cloth, a body that was currently thrumming with action, that made him feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff and preparing to jump. How anyone could ignore those subtle things that held more appeal and fulfillment than any model or 'sex symbol' in whole could, was beyond him. If it led to this, though, it wasn't something he cared too much to delve into.
He observed this understandingly with an secret smile into his kiss with the boy, then Trieze finally drew away. He ignored the immediate pang of regret that the action caused him.
Quatre hadn't been aware of his lack of breathing until that kiss ended and by then he was nearly panting for oxygen, but his body was shockingly still telling him to lean up and capture the older man's mouth before he could get away. To lose that fleeting bit of pure human reaction was something he couldn't bare. He felt consumed by the urge, and embarrassed, judging by the color that again came to heavily stain his cheeks, but not enough so that he stopped himself from moving to get what he wanted.
Perhaps Trieze was aware of his dilemma too, because as he started to move forward in order to continue that sweet experience once more, the older man raised a finger asking him to stop. Before Quatre could even open his mouth to protest at the unfairness of such a request though, that hand moved forward and fixed itself around his chin, slowly turning his face to the side.
As soon as Zechs came into view, that beautiful long haired man who was currently -- and in Quatre's opinion, unexplainably -- staring at his waist with dazed eyes, he had no trouble knowing what Trieze was asking. Given a little time to think it through it might have seemed odd to him, to feel such a quick connection and to obey without his usually thorough sorting, but at this point nothing sounded more reasonable.
The blonde turned from the older gentleman with a few delicate shifts in his kneeling position, then he sat back on his heels to bring himself and the cool guard to the same level. Zechs finally noticed as his hand was forced to trail along the prisoner's front, over his taunt stomach and came to settle on the opposite indenture of Quatre's waist, and he raised his eyes to him. Darkly framed orbs that were shining with a fiery emotion that Quatre couldn't believe was for him; he met those, then took a slow breath to brace himself for what he wanted and was about to try, only to have Zechs take pity and take the initiative from his innocently clumsy hands.
The soldier used the hand upon his hip that their little guest wasn't aware of even now to lightly tug him forward, and when Quatre's hands lifted on their own accord to settled on Zechs' shoulders to catch himself, he quickly found another set of lips claiming his.
This kiss was as different from that patient and leisurely burning encounter with Trieze as night and day. Not -better-, exactly, and certainly not less, but different in a way that left him feeling tingling from his head to the tips of the toes. A crushing and barely restrained force that bruised the lips, and once there, that felt as though it was tugging at his very soul and demanding it's utmost attention. The small youth gave it, too, as he hung on as though his life depended on it.
Zechs' kiss was like any force of nature he'd read about; it was unexpected and there was next to nothing you could do in the face of it. It was wonderful though, and as the seemingly cold blonde nipped at his lower lip, he gasped in shocked appreciation only to suddenly have the wet brush of the other male's tongue against his. His heart thudded in his chest achingly, but by the time the realization of such an action hit him, he had already discovered he liked it. The sensual motion of that inner muscle against his, and the way it made him feel all the more bonded to what was going on. Quatre gave a muffled moan, and then he shyly returned that contact with a fleeting brush of his own tongue, and sank against the older man as he was rewarded with an impassioned growl.
He watched the boy first tense in surprise at Zechs' renewed and now invited attack and then melt senselessly to him, and Trieze couldn't help but smile. Any last worries he'd had about his own tries to assure and obtain the boy that had started as an intruder and was now a soon-to-be lover vanished with the way those pale fingers curled into the fabric of Zechs' shirt. Ours. For now. For as long as we are given…
Pushing the sad thought that had caught him off guard away, the regal male reached a hand up and started calmly picking out the neat tie in his lacy ruffles, eyes never leaving the heavenly sight before him. If they were all more comfortable with one another, he was certain he wouldn't have been able to help but call someone in to capture the pair together like this forever. It was picture he would have paid anything for, to hang in his private study so that sometimes he could look up from the work he inwardly detested, and know there was a reason he still did it. When promised a paradise like the one that currently existed between this two shining beauties, he believed anyone in the world could probably accomplish the most impossible of things. Great actions were only the direct result of great motivation. If this was his, he thought he would try to buy them the stars if they wanted.
He finished with the frustrating knot and withdrew the layers of cloth from around his neck, setting them over the back of the sofa before his fingers drifted to the buttons of his coat.
It was a somewhat long process for him, though unnoticed by the pair on the couch who were clearly lost in their first touches, but at last he had finished and was bare other than a pair of darkest blue silk boxers to the warm environment of his chambers. He felt no shame whatsoever as he observed the other still clothed males (though Zechs' sure fingers had managed to unbutton at least one barrier on the boy's shirt and this thumb was now running over the creamy pale skin of his shoulder where he'd pushed the cloth back), just a slow burning sensation that moved through his limbs and gathered in his lower stomach. My gods… Don't they know how beautiful they are? This sight… No mortal man should be blessed with such a thing.
But he had been. Somehow, through some miracle, one of these men was already his mate, and the other would follow.
He stepped back to his place behind the arm of the couch and settled his hands lightly on the youth's shoulders, one also landing over Zechs' appendage and giving a soft squeeze. At the contact, his lover finally drew away from his insistent, demanding kisses with a gasp and rolled smoldering orbs of blue up to him… And then down his mostly bare form.
Trieze watched the surprise dawn there, and then understanding soon followed. Their pale skinned beauty of a companion was hardly aware of the pause and the thoughts the older men silently shared; he was too busy relearning how to breath and attempting to stay upright with his urges now fully controlling his body. He swayed within Zechs grasp like a reed beside a wind swept pond.
He met the eldest male's eyes for a long moment, -- This is ours. This second, minute, hour in time. It's ours. -- then gave a very soft nod before lifting his hand to Quatre's chin and again turning the boy's features towards Trieze.
Before those alluring blue-green eyes had even fully managed to blink themselves open, Trieze was smiling at the sight of his Dove's flushed complexion and breathless pants -- He's going to sound like a choir when we finally claim him. It'll be the sweetest music that Zechs and I will hear, no matter how many operas we may go to. -- then leaning in to quickly distract the youth once more.
Zechs listened to that muffled squeak as Trieze sought to blur the littler male's mind once more, then he chuckled to himself and slowly brought his own graceful hands up to start working down the buttons of his suit.
His own undressing was more rushed than his mate's, but it held no less finesse and the result was definitely just as appealing. He had laid his clothing over the back of the couch with most of Trieze's, then sat back against the other arm of the furniture and stared hungrily at the way one of the boy's hands was winding within the soft locks behind Trieze's head, and the way the other kept dancing over the tanned skin of his chest, then dancing away as it such true contact burned him.
Until Trieze noticed the lack of rustling from Zechs, he'd been lost to the soft tugging in his hair, causing him to let out a deep rumbling purr within his throat that made the blonde tremble against him, and the way the boy's lips were now eagerly suckling at his own. When he'd brushed his tongue along those perfect pink tiers, he'd been thrilled to feel a returned sensation. After a moment of silence (other than the vibrating hums of enjoyment that were now steadily coming from the youth) he remembered why he was technically kissing the boy again, and he forced himself to pull away from the sweet treat of his mouth and look behind him.
If the boy was an angel in their midst, Zechs was a siren… Or perhaps an incubus. He was leisurely stretched out on the other end of the couch, upper body braced by the velvet covered frame. Long gorgeous legs were crossed over one another and hanging properly off and unto the floor, doing little to hide the thin layer of white silk that was all he now wore. That cloth clung to smooth thighs like paint, and hung low along his waist to display the delicious dip of his navel and beyond. It was living sin, and it made Trieze hungry all over again.
It was a few minutes later when Quatre's desire-shorted brain noticed the lack of those burning kisses, and when he finally looked first to Trieze only to notice his attention was elsewhere, then finally over his semi-bare shoulder.
Trieze had been left in silent appreciation by the sight, forced to send thankful prayers to whatever higher force existed out there that this beautiful being was his.
Quatre was left gasping loudly, teasingly breathless, and staring over that newly reveal skin like it was something he'd only seen in his most secret dreams until now… And perhaps it was, in some form.
There were too many nights when he'd woken besides Trowa, and had bitten the back of his hand of even the lumpy pillows they shared, so as not to wake his handsome companion. The last year had been a maelstrom of unspoken of dreams that left him awakening with heat coursing through his veins and clouding his mind.
It was a part of him that was not supported by the soldier title he chose to accept… But it was a part that would be denied no longer.