Idle Chatter:

Chapter Thirteen; Trowa POV:

Warning: Early morning teasing. . .but no sex.

The night before had certainly showed me a side of my boyfriend I would have never expected. Then again, having only learned of his two sides lately, I very much had expected something. Not expecting such a manifestation of his other self in a verbal argument between both of them was more of what I hadn't been expecting. That had certainly surprised me. Until such time that both Quatre's were able to agree with one another, I was fairly certain they would remain that way. Of which, it didn't really bother me, for I was able to find out what he really was thinking when my bad Kitty Quat was in charge.

I pulled my blonde angel closer to me as he slept. For the last hour, I had been watching him as he slept. In repose, both Quatre's were utterly adorable. It was possible his girlish looks and his many sisters had created his alter ego. It helped him cope with his life, even if it did seem to cause more trouble that it was worth sometimes.

He moaned softly in his sleep and turned, snuggling up against me as I had pulled him closer. I felt a smile cross my lips as I watched him try to get closer to me. I rolled onto my back and pulled him with me until he was laying beside me, his head on my chest right underneath my jaw. I moaned softly at the skin on skin contact and I felt a deep rumbling purr slip up my throat as I felt him nuzzle my bare chest. He would soon find out exactly how terrible I could be. As the sun was slowly rising in the horizon, so was something else, which was just as natural as the rising of the sun.

"Please let me be gentle," I growled softly to myself, my hands slightly tightening on his arms and pulling him a little closer. Trouble was, I wasn't certain I even knew what gentle was. Having lived with animals most of my life and being practically a hermit on my worst days, interacting with humans was one of the few things I was still learning.

'Just let nature lead you,' Charlie said as he followed the simple ropes that cris crossed the walls in order for him to get to any area of the house without incident and he dropped down beside me. I looked over at him, a single arm stealing away from my Quat to softly stroke Charlie's head. He chittered nonsense and made me smile. Animals were easy to please. Give them plenty of love, attention, food, and exercise and they loved you eternally. Humans were different. It took so much more to make one love you and stay in love with you.

'Easy for you to say, Charlie. You're a squirrel. Nature is always leading you,' I shot back in Charlie's on language. Charlie gave a little snort, which sounded more like a sneeze.

'If ever there was a human who understood nature, it's you, Tro. He cares about you. So much so that he's still here and he's revealed something that he never would show anyone else. Give it a chance. . .at least. You could always stop if he asks you to. That's just the way you are.' I blinked at Charlie's words. He was correct. I would stop if he asked it of me. I couldn't hurt him. Not my Quatre. He was too dear to me to ever hurt.

'I'll do what I can,' I whispered back before looking back down at Quatre and beginning to softly stroke his blonde hair from his face. Charlie laughed in reply and rushed off, knowing I would do far more than try. I then turned so that Quatre was now the one on his back and I was on top of him. Waking up with the soft bundle in my arms, I had found myself instantly aroused. Pressing up against his leg, I was happy to just have him under me part way. It was something that only my wildest dreams had granted me lately.

Reality, I found, was so much more than I could have ever dreamed. As I slowly began to softly kiss his lips and then down over his jaw to his ear, I could taste the unique spice that was all Quatre. I growled as I was able to finally resolve myself to being able to find out what Quatre truly tasted like. My mind, while still firmly my own, was slowly becoming hazy. For I, too, had a second side. Only my other side was nothing like Quat's.

I nipped at hot, moist trail from his earlobe to his neck, eliciting the most enticing moans and soft sounds from his lips that I had ever had the pleasure of hearing. I flung the covers back and allowed my emerald gaze to trail hotly over his almost bare body. His baby-blue boxers had a tent pitched in the front and I was certain he was just as aroused as I was, if not more so. His words from the night before rushed back to me, making me shiver in anticipation. This time, I was able to hear them without freezing in surprise.

"I masturbate almost every night and fuck myself regularly on a large dildo wishing it was you…" He had said. Just imagining something like that had me harder than I had ever been in my life. Those dirty words from my angel had been pure sin, and I honestly had loved hearing him be so bad. Trailing from his neck to over his shoulders and then down onto his bare chest, I lapped at his skin like an animal would, nipping occasionally to draw out the most delicious gasp I had ever been privileged to hear. While I was skilled with words, I rarely showed it. Right now, I wanted to spout poetry about my little kitty and describe in exquisite detail every little thing he made me feel when he moaned and gasped at my actions.

"You want him to grab you and fuck you until you pass out." Those words pressed me foreword, reminding me that he wanted me. That this bright and stunning person wanted ME was surprising. He could have anything in this world, and yet it was me he wanted. I growled once more, low and deep in my throat before finding one pale nipple and taking it into my hot, warm mouth. I teased the slowly growing bud with light suction and teasing laps across it. It dragged out the sweetest little groans from him this time.

"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 nipped at the hard nipple with my teeth as those words came back to me, this time having him arch slightly off the bed. I smirked and switched my attention from the nipple I had been working on to the one I had ignored. Only this time, I began with a small nip before doing everything else I had to the other one.

"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." I moaned low and deep, vibrating the nipple in my mouth before I nipped at the hard peak once again. Once again he arched off the bed. I felt him responding to me with an honesty that was awe inspiring and breath taking. I was beginning to lose all control and I struggled to hold on to it with all that I was. Yet it was his last words from last night. . .bad Quat's last words. . .that made me lose all conscious control.

"Go for it, baby. Shove it in til I cry!" I growled low and fierce in my throat and with that memory, I grasped his hips and shifted him to the middle of the bed, throwing my right leg over him to straddle him. He moaned low as I groaned deeply at the contact of our erections from behind the restricting covering of our underwear. I ground against him in an almost animalistic way as I trailed my hands almost roughly over his hips, down his legs, and then back up once I reached my limit. It was as my left hand cupped his erection that his aquamarine colored eyes opened wide and stared up at me.

"Trowa!" he gasped, fear and surprise in his voice. Almost instantly, it was like something was uncontrollable inside me and I leaned in to kiss him deeply and hungrily. My tongue thrust inside his mouth to plunder the sweetness that was him. I growled deeply as I tasted my Quat, and only my Quat. My hand stroked his length from inside his boxers now and he moaned and whimpered into my lips at my actions. Almost without thought, I ripped his boxers from his slender body and roughly broke off the kiss. Like a starving animal, I dove down and took his leaking erection into my mouth, growling low and deeply as I finally was able to fully taste my Quat. It was heavenly. It was beyond my wildest imagination. It was every sweet flavor I have ever known and more.

"Tro. . .wa!" he wailed as he bucked up, pushing himself even further into my mouth. I didn't mind. I had no gag reflex anyway, so it was all alright in my mind. I took him entirely into my mouth and suckled him. I lightly scraped my teeth over him while I kept up a high suction on each upward and downward motion. I wanted to hear him cry out in pleasure. . .I was a wild man and the main thing on my mind was making my lover find bliss.

I didn't have long to wait, either. He was soon crying out my name in ecstasy as he let go of himself and warm, salty sweet liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed all of it, refusing to spill even a drop. I licked him clean before pulling back to look at him, wanting to do everything he had asked of me and more. Yet as my eyes met his, I froze. It was as if someone had found my animal side and locked it in a cage after teasing it with the promise of freedom.

There, before me, was my Quat. . .MY QUAT! And he was crying profusely. Tears shimmered in his aquamarine colored eyes until they spilled over his lashes and down his cheeks. I was stunned and mortified. Even now, as I looked over him, I could see that my hands, which had been keeping his hips still as I had plundered him of his seed, had left bruises there. Even as I stared at him, he was slowly beginning to turn colors. I swallowed and threw myself off of him, from where I had settled on his legs, grasping my pants as I did.

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed before rushing out of the room and out of the house. I only pulled on my pants before I headed out of the front door. Shoes, shirt, and any other item that one would normally need wasn't required for me. I had just proved why I remained apart from people. I had become an animal around the one person I loved and I had made him cry! I was lower than human, and for some reason, for the first time in my life, it hurt to know that.

"I. . .I am not fit to be human. . .to have love," I whispered. "I'm an animal. . .not human. . .I'm just. . .an animal." I found a tree I loved to use to practice my gymnast skills on and I climbed it as swiftly as the jungle cats I trained. I found and branch and curled up with my knees to my chest and buried my face in my crossed arms that rested over my knees. I began to cry silently, feeling as if I had just lost something very important to me. In all honesty, I quiet possibly had.