"Quatre, sweetie?"
"Yes, Taylor?"
"What's that?" Taylor asked pointing his fork at Quatre's necklace.
Quatre glanced at what Taylor meant and blushed. "Oh. It's my gift from Trowa. He gave it to me this morning."
Taylor sneered. "I don't like it. Take it off."
"But it's a gift."
"So? I don't want to see it. Either take it off now or I'll take it off for you."
Quatre slightly flinched at the hazel-eyed boy's words. "Fine. I'm going to the restroom. When I get back, it'll be gone."
Taylor merely smirked and nodded.
Quatre stood and headed for the restrooms. 'What's his problem?' The blonde stood in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection.
'Don't do anything you don't want to do.' Trowa's words sang into Quatre's mind. At the thought of Trowa, Quatre smiled. Fingering the necklace, his smile slowly faded, remembering his conclusion that Trowa doesn't love him. The blonde sighed and tucked the ring into his shirt. He sighed once more before returning to Taylor.
* * *
It was the middle of the afternoon when Quatre decided it was time to go home. Taylor didn't want to leave Quatre just yet and so followed him back to his apartment.
"Trowa?" Quatre called, walking into the room.
Taylor took a seat on a stool at the counter with a smirk on his face.
Quatre searched throughout all the rooms but there was no sign of Trowa anywhere. "I guess he stepped out." Quatre said walking over to Taylor.
"Good." Taylor growled seductively.
Taylor stood up and covered the gap between him and the other boy. He planted a kiss on Quatre's lips, emitting a little giggle from the smaller boy. Taylor held Quatre very tightly, crushing the boy's body against his own. He forced the blonde's lips open and began exploring Quatre's mouth with his tongue.
When he felt breathless, Quatre pulled his lips away from the other boy only to have Taylor attack his neck. Quatre chuckled. "Taylor, stop." He breathed. Taylor continued kissing the boy's neck harshly.
"Taylor, stop. It hurts…"
The hazel-eyed boy only kissed harder, mashing his lips against the tender skin.
"Taylor, stop. Taylor-"
"Shut up." He kissed Quatre's lips brutally. "I will have you today, whether you like it or not." He attacked Quatre's neck, holding the boy with one hand and ripping open the boy's shirt with the other.
"Taylor, stop it!" He tried pushing him to no avail. His shirt was now fully opened and Taylor's hands were digging into the boy's back while kissing his collarbones.
Taylor's kisses came to an abrupt stop when he felt something around Quatre's neck. "What the hell is this?!" Taylor eyed the necklace and felt his anger intensify. "I thought I told you to take this off!!" Taylor made a grab for the necklace in an attempt to rip it off the blonde's neck.
"No!" Quatre pushed as hard as he could, sending Taylor stepping back a few paces.
"Dammit, Quatre!" Taylor punched the boy just below Quatre's left eye.
As Quatre staggered back from the blow, Taylor forced him down to the floor and straddled the blonde under his weight. Quatre wriggled left and right trying his hardest to get out of Taylor's grasp.
"KEEP STILL!!" Taylor barked, slapping Quatre's already abused cheek.
"NO! STOP IT!! PLEASE!!"
"SHUT UP!!" Taylor reached down and pulled off Quatre's pants and boxers.
"PLEASE! NO!! TAYLOR, STOP!! DON'T DO THIS!! NO!!"
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the GW boys nor do I own Taylor.
Yowza...very short chapter but oh so interesting...
In answer to a reviewer's question: "Will you let the fic ends without quatre being forgiven by his grumpy old daddy??"
Well, all I can say is that yes, Quatre will be meeting up with his father once again. When? I can't say cause I don't know. What will happen? I don't know but I have a pretty good idea.
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