Idle Chatter

Chapter Twelve

Quatre POV

Warning: Bad Quat at his worst and really graphic words.

I stared dumbfounded at the marvelous architecture around me as I entered Trowa's home. Never before in my entire life had I ever seen such delicate artistry and craftsmanship in my life, and that was really saying something. Having grown up with the best of everything, I was used to the best of everything, but still, nothing could compare with what lay before me.

The entire house was built around the structure of the large tree. Nothing had been cut or damaged beyond what was necessary and everything flowed remarkably well from one area of the house to the next. Even the furniture looked like the shape and texture of the wood had been taken into careful consideration as it was formed into the final product, as opposed to just forcing the wood to do one's will. Indeed, Trowa was a master at his craft… even Other Quat had no negative or snide remarks piping in my head. I decided then that I had to have one of these pieces for myself.

After snapping Trowa out of his little daydream, I was overjoyed to hear that he'd make me a chair for my room. Now all I had to worry about was one of my sisters trying to take it from me…. But I'd cross that bridge when I got there.

"So…where would you like to sleep?" Trowa asked, giving me a fake yawn if I ever saw one.

"In your bed," Bad Quat drawled. I gasped, my hand slapping over my mouth, eyes wide. "I… I … Didn't mean to say that out loud…" I squeaked, trying my best to hide my embarrassment.

No sound was forthcoming of my tall friend, so I risked a peek up at him. He looked startled, and ridged. Had I misread him somehow?

'No, he's just being an idiot. He wants you in his bed just as much as you want to be IN it.'

'Quiet, you!' I shot back.

'No, just look at him, he wants you, and you know it. He's probably afraid of hurting his little Angel' Other Quat mocked.

'Why should I believe you?'

'You should know by now you can trust me at reading people. I've never let you down before… Come on… let me out… I want to play… '

'Okay…'

I felt my counterpart take over as a grin split across my face. "It isn't a problem, is it? Me sleeping in your bed?"

Trowa shook his head, motioning me to one of the very nice, very spacious rooms, "You are my guest, and you can take any bed you want."

I smiled, Other Quat grinned.

"I'll take one of the guest rooms…" he added hastily.

I felt my arm snap out, my hand grasping his wrist just as he was about to leave the room, "Oh no you don't, Mister. What the hell is the point of sleeping on your bed if you're not in it to warm it up?"

"..I… er… are you sure?" he asked skeptically.

Letting his arm go, I turned around and removed my shirt, tossing it on a nearby chair before kicking off my shoes in the same direction. Looking at him, I raised an eyebrow, "Coming?"

He looked ridged and a little pale, nodding slightly as he also removed his shirt.

I grinned as I undid my belt and pants, letting them fall around my ankles and leaving me in fine baby-blue silk boxers. I crawled into his bed, under the soft green flannel comforter and between the emerald sheets and watched him undress.

Trowa was very well built; long, lean, and nicely muscled, as opposed to my skinny, boyish physique. I watched as he nervously glanced at me, as his pants were coming off.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight," I said, as he came over to me wearing only a pair of black briefs, which by the way, suited him nicely... especially since they favorably accented his … assets.

"Do you want to?" he asked after sliding into bed and wrapping his arms around me.

"I'd like it, yes… but maybe now isn't the time?" I was back in control. Now that Other Quat got me in bed with Trowa, his job was officially complete… at least according to me.

'Don't be such a wuss! You're in bed together with only your underwear to stop you! What are you? A virgin!'

'Actually, I am, and so are you.'

'Technically… but we both know what you do when no one is watching… or do you want me to tell Trowa that-'

"I masturbate almost every night and fuck myself regularly on a large dildo wishing it was you… SHIT!" I rolled out of bed, hiding my face and curling up by the side of it, as I hit the top of my head with a shaking fist.

"Why did you have to do that! WHY?" I yelled out loud.

I didn't even bother to look at Trowa, I was too mortified.

"Because it's TRUE - you stupid, weakling pansy! You WANT him to know all your dirty little secrets. You want him to know what a pathetic pussy you are! You want him to grab you and fuck you till you pass out."

"Stop it! You're ruining everything!" I yelled my head still buried in one arm, knees up against my chest, my other hand pulling my own hair.

"Who the FUCK cares! If Mr. Green Giant over there really gives a crap about you, he has to get used to ME. I'm sick of hiding to make you look normal."

"Don't call him that!"

"It's true enough. Maybe 'Smokey the Bear' is more to your liking? It does seem to fit you know. He lives in a tree… he cares about the forest…"

"That's not funny!"

"Come on… go over there and tell him to shove it in you. You know you want it… I saw his package… I think he's willing to do it too." I couldn't believe how dirty he made my voice sound… and in front of Trowa of all people!

"Stop!"

"No. HE needs to hear everything that goes on in your head."

I felt my head forced up and my body working of its own accord as I crawled up into bed again and pinned Trowa beneath me. I could have died of embarrassment as Other Quat took advantage of my body to grind my groin against his, making him groan slightly.

"Trowa?" I heard myself purr, as my body leaned down to lick his neck. "I don't think we've been properly introduced… I'm the other part of sweet, innocent Quatre. I'm the one he likes to hide away…"

I felt him shiver beneath me, his erection pushing against my own. "Hello," he managed to choke out.

I felt my mouth stretch into a grin, and Other Quat taking control of my voice again.

"Sweet little Quat really likes you, you know. He often fantasizes about you. He wants you more than the pussy will ever work up the nerve to say, that's why I'm saying it for him." I felt my hips roll against Trowa's, a shiver going though both our bodies.

"Our little Quatre isn't so innocent. He loves to look at you in those skintight leotards you wear at the circus… you know the ones… when you do your gymnastics bit? Yes, he's always watching. And did you know that that particular circus-wear shows off your crotch and ass very nicely."

At the pause to see Trowa's reaction, Other Quat was vaguely disappointed that all Trowa could do was blink a few times.

"Not enough for you?" Again, no real response. "He's a horny little boy with a masochist streak. He often wishes you'd get past the guards, climb in through his window and ravish him all night. He wants you to put him on a collar and leash and 'train' him, so to speak, like you do your big cats."

"Really?" Was Trowa's incredulous reponse.

"You know… if you have a cat fetish, Quatre has the money to get some cosmetic surgery done to give him ears and a tail…"

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" I screamed, rolling off Trowa, and effectively pushing Other Quat back to where he belongs.

Nervously, I turned to Trowa again, offering him a small smile, even though I felt like I could just die. "I… I'm sorry… I… He… This has never happened before…"

Trowa was silent, and I took that as my cue to go away. Sighing, I picked myself up and began to grab my clothes when his soft voice made me pause.

"Where are you going?"

"I… I think it'll be safer for me to find another place to sleep… I was way out of line, and I apologize." I continued grabbing my things when I heard him speak again.

"Was any of it true?" he asked.

I couldn't look at him. Other Quat had quite possibly ruined any chances I had with my beautiful Trowa, but I had to answer him. He deserved that at least. "…Yes."

"How much of it was true?"

"All of it." I sighed. He would never want me now. I was dirty… and unworthy.

"Come back to bed with me?" he asked quietly, his voice was so fragile, I thought he was going to break if I rejected him, not that I ever would. Dropping my clothes, I made my way back to the beautiful carved bed and slid beneath the sheets, careful not to touch him.

"I… I'm glad you finally showed me your other side…" he whispered, his arm tentatively wrapping around my chest as he pulled my back to his chest, making me blush.

I nodded but didn't say anything.

"You were wrong, though… I still want you with me… He didn't scare me off." I felt a warm kiss on the back of my neck and couldn't help but sigh.

"We don't have to do anything tonight… but… in the morning… I suggest you get away from me."

"Get away from you? Why?" I was confused… I thought he was okay with me… I thought he would have wanted me to stay.

"Because," he blushed, "I…I may not be able to hold my hormones… if you know what I mean. I…I have a very charged libido in the mornings…"

"Go for it, baby. Shove it in til I cry!" I 'eeped' as Other Quat let his thoughts known, covering my mouth with my hand. "… Sorry," I muttered.

Trowa smirked, and then leaned in to kiss me softly, "Did you mean it?"

I nodded, completely embarrassed.

"Then just remember you asked for it come morning… but for now, I'm quite content to hold you all night like this."

I smiled. "Me too…"