For Life

As the morning light struck his eye from the window, Quatre lazily stirred. First, one eye opened, and slowly, the other opened as well. He nuzzled his pillow, which just happened to be Trowa's chest, and gave it tight squeeze before taking in its scent. He loved the way his boyfriend smelled. It was a scent that could only be defined as Trowa's. Thinking of his boyfriend, a grin emerged on his lips. Soon, the blonde giggled to himself, feeling extremely happy and utterly satisfied from last night's tryst.

Feeling movement in his arms, Trowa awoke and stretched his limbs. "Morning, Cat."

Quatre lifted himself on top of the other man and kissed him softly on the lips. "Good morning, Trowa." He rested his head back upon its place on Trowa's chest as the brunette tightened his hold around Quatre's waist.

"How do you feel?"

Quatre laughed. "What kind of question is that?"

"It's a completely valid question." Trowa frowned. He rolled the two of them over so that he was gazing down upon his lover. "I'm serious, Cat."

Quatre leaned up to hug Trowa and gently kiss the crook of his neck. "I feel great. Last night was perfect. Sure it was awkward at first, but…it was all just so perfect."

"So…you're not regretting anything?"

Quatre pulled back from their embrace and stared Trowa squarely in the eye. "Of course not! Why would you think anything like that?"

Trowa had a look of concern on his face. "Well, it was your first time. And anatomically speaking, it was my first time too. I just thought that maybe…the experience was…regrettable…or something."

"The only regret I could have in my life right now is not convincing you to be with me sooner."

Trowa scoffed. "As if you have that much power over me."

Quatre smiled. "Are you daring to test my theory?"

"Sure, I'll enlighten you." The brunette shrugged. "You'll be upset otherwise."

Quatre's smile quickly vanished at that as he suddenly shoved Trowa off of him, effectively forcing the brunette to fall of the bed. "What's that supposed to mean? You only enlighten me, Trowa?"

"Quatre, that's not what I meant-"

"Whatever." With Trowa's sheets wrapped around him, Quatre headed straight for the door, flung it open and forcefully slammed it shut.

"Quatre?" Trowa called. Not caring that he was stark naked, Trowa followed the blonde's tracks. He opened Quatre's door to see his boyfriend hastily putting some clothes on. With an indefinable expression plastered on his face, Quatre tossed Trowa's sheets back at the taller man.

"Don't you have any decency?" Quatre almost growled.

Trowa wrapped the sheet around his waist, a little bewildered at Quatre's disposition. "Quatre, are you mad at me?"

"No." The blonde shrugged. "I'm fine. Everything's fine." He tried to walk out the door, only to have Trowa block his path. "Do you mind?"

"Is this you testing your theory?"

"No, Trowa Barton. If I wanted to test my theory, I would have threatened to hold out on sex for the next few months."

Trowa paused for a moment, the idea leaving him a little shaken before snapping out of it. "Then what is this?"

"This is me trying to go to the bathroom." Quatre tried to push through, but Trowa wouldn't let him.

"Quatre…"

"Trowa, I need to pee."

"You can hold it."

Quatre frowned at this before pushing Trowa out of the way and heading straight to the bathroom.

Trowa sighed. 'This is a mind game. I know it is.' He walked into the living room and sat down with a frown on his face. 'He's not really mad at me. In fact, he's not even mad. I'm sure he's in that bathroom right now, trying not to giggle his head off…but… what if he really is mad? No. He's not mad. This is a trick…but what if? I never meant to upset him. Please don't be mad at me, Quatre. Dammit, Trowa, he's not mad at you. It's a trick. Be strong, Barton...' Trowa frowned. He sighed once more before shooting up and heading to the bathroom.

"Quatre?" he called on his way. He was prepared to break down the door but refrained when he realized that the door was unlocked. Quatre was sitting cross-legged on the countertop, fully clothed and with a smirk on his lips. Again, Trowa frowned. "I knew it was a trick."

"And yet, here you are." The blonde smiled.

Trowa walked over to the blonde and wrapped his arms around his waist. He rested his head on Quatre's shoulder since sitting on the countertop made him temporary taller.

"Be honest. How many times did you have to tell yourself not to come in?"

Trowa smiled. "You know me too well. I'm not sure if I like that."

"Really? I'm enjoying it profusely."

Trowa looked up into aqua eyes. "You really do have too much power over me."

"I'll tell you what. I'll try not to abuse this power as long as you do everything that I tell you to do."

This earned the blonde a scoff. "You're the devil in disguise, Quatre Winner."

Quatre placed a firm kiss upon Trowa's lips. "I know." He pulled back slightly. "Now get out. I wanna take a shower."

Not moving, Trowa bit his bottom lip and looked away. "Why don't…I join you?" He asked, looking back up at his boyfriend.

Quatre blushed. "Trowa! I….we just…." he stammered.

Trowa continued. "I could reach places you couldn't…and some places you could…" He said suggestively, while leaning closer into the other's body. He instantly saw the hitch in Quatre's breathing. Trowa took the opportunity to slide his fingers into Quatre's shirt to gently stroke his back. "We could save time if we're both there…"

Quatre closed his eyes and leaned into Trowa's touches. "I'm afraid you being there will have an entirely opposite effect…"

Trowa began to nuzzle Quatre's neck before kissing it. He made his way up to Quatre's ear, causing the blonde to moan. After nibbling on it for a few seconds, Trowa pulled back to whisper, "Now who's got the power?"

Quatre opened his eyes, glazed from the passion he was feeling, his lips slightly parted. "Evil…" he whispered back before throwing his arms around Trowa's neck and kissing him roughly.

With their lips still connected, Trowa pulled Quatre off of the countertop and towards their shower. He let the bed sheet fall to the floor as the two clumsily made it through the glass door.

"Trowa…" Quatre moaned between kisses. "My clothes…"

Trowa's only response was to growl. He fumbled with the knobs of the shower, eventually getting the water to run at an acceptable temperature. He briefly regretted not taking Quatre's clothes off first, realizing how clingy they became when wet. But with his mind on the task at hand, Quatre's clothes became the last thing on Trowa's mind.

In the end, that was probably the longest shower Quatre Raberba Winner had ever experienced…so far…

"You want something to eat? Or nibble on at least?"

"I'm sure I could come up with something I'd like to nibble…"

"Trowa! I meant that in a completely innocent way." Once they had finished in the shower, on the couch, and again on Trowa's bed, it was well into the afternoon. Quatre and Trowa had finally found the will to keep their hands off of each other, but with the way Trowa kept suggesting things, Quatre had no idea how long it would last. Hopefully, Quatre thought that food might distract them for a bit. Or at least give them energy for when they did start up again.

The brunette smirked, but decided to be good. "Do we have any strawberry ice cream?"

The blonde opened the freezer and peered inside. "We're all out." He frowned. "I'll go pick some up at the corner store."

"You don't have to." Trowa looked at Quatre from where he was sitting on the couch, this time fully clothed. "I don't have to have ice cream right now."

"It's fine. It'll only take a minute." Quatre grabbed his coat and keys and walked over to his boyfriend. "I'll be right back." He quickly planted a kiss upon Trowa's lips before heading towards the front door.

"Quatre?"

The blonde paused and looked at his loved one. "Hm?"

"I love you."

Quatre smiled. "I love you too, Trowa."

And with that, Quatre headed out the front door to buy some ice cream.

Minutes later, Quatre stepped into the convenience store, a little beeping from the sensor greeting him as he entered. 'Strawberry ice cream. Trowa wants strawberry ice cream.' At the thought of his brunette boyfriend, Quatre smiled to himself as he made a bee-line for the freezers in the back of the store.

"Hello!" A little girl walked up to the blonde and waved.

"Hi." Quatre smiled. "What's your name?"

"Lily."

"Lily? That's a pretty name, for such a pretty little girl."

The girl broke into a huge toothy grin before skipping off to her mother.

Quatre watched the girl before remembering to get the ice cream. He scanned the freezer for a pint of strawberry ice cream. When he found it, he pulled it out and walked to the cash register. "Ooo. Skittles." The blonde beamed upon passing the candy rack. He picked up a package and sat it next to the ice cream.

As the store clerk scanned Quatre's items, the blonde heard the sensors ring twice as two more customers stepped into the store.

"All right! Nobody move!"

Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own Quatre or Trowa. Learn it, love it.

Okay. At the beginning of the chapter, they're all over each other. Excessively so. So lovey, dovey. Power over me, power over you…that wasn't really supposed to happen. But I thought it would be mildly entertaining to picture a stark naked Trowa fall off the bed. And voila. I'm sure I could've kept it going for a while. Same results though. You get the summarized version. Isn't that spiffy? Sorry that this took so long and even more sofor beingso short.But thenlength of the entire story itselfshould make it okay. Right? Right!

...Okay, bye.