Idle Chatter

Chapter 14:

Quatre POV

Warning: Psycho Quat in full glory.

I woke up to the most delicious sensation in my life. Somewhere along the line, my dreams meshed with reality without me even noticing. I was dreaming that Trowa was holding me, touching me, kissing me, and teasing me all night. I didn't get to complete my nightly ritual since I was staying in Trowa's bed, so Bad Quat took the opportunity to torment me as he's known to do.

Tonight, my dreams felt more real than before but I chalked it up to sleeping next to him. In my dream, he woke me up with a hard kiss. I remember it feeling almost too real, especially when he straddled me and began doing delicious things to my body. When I felt his warm lips on my nether regions, I gasped his name. I began shaking and I knew I was crying.

I felt myself so close to climaxing and began to sob even more, all the time crying out his name. This was the best dream I'd ever had and was afraid of it coming to an end. This would never happen in real life and it was so cruel of my other side to taunt me so. Every time I had a fantastic dream like this, I woke up with Other Quat laughing in my head, my hand gripping tightly to my engorged erection, leaving me no alternative but to finish. Often at night, he'd take control of my body and somehow get a hold of some phallus and shove it into me to wake me up.

But despite his nightly liberations from my tight hold, he never really took control of my entire mind and body. The only times where he would gain control was when I was deep asleep, and once having started doing what he was doing, I was too far in to stop.

Knowing that Trowa was so close to me gave me new cause to worry. What would he think of me if he woke up and I was masturbating in his bed? What would he think of me touching myself here? I REALLY hoped I wouldn't soil his bed sheets if this time, I came while still asleep.

Suddenly, I felt a hot surge through my body as my orgasm hit, making me snap awake instantly. That was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had, and the tears wouldn't stop coming… I didn't want this to be just my imagination.

'Was this a dream?' I asked myself.

'No, Trowa REALLY liked going down on you… Look at him, he's going to fuck you raw… it's written all over him. He wants you… I can tell… It's all in his eyes…'

I looked up at Trowa then, I needed to see if this was true. Was my other side still being cruel, or was this real?

But when my eyes locked with Trowa's, I saw the primal fire drain from him instantly. It was as if I had somehow killed his hunger… but why? This was all I ever wanted… This is what I had been wishing for ever since I met my green-eyed love. Yes, I really did love him… despite the short time we've known each other, my feelings for him were too intense for words.

Hastily, Trowa scrambled out of bed, pulled on his pants and ran off, yelling an "I'm sorry," as he left. I stared at the doorway, unsure of what had happened and was only snapped out of it when I heard the front door slam shut.

"What happened?" I asked out loud, no need to hide my conversation from anyone.

"You fucking IDIOT!" Bad Quat yelled back at me, using my voice.

"What did I do? Did that really happen? Why did he leave?"

"Do you have to be such a fag? Really, crying when a hot guy is blowing you, what are you? A fucking hormonal teenage girl?" My other side yelled back.

I hastily reached up and felt my cheeks. I really was crying… "Shit…"

"Shit is right, buddy boy. Now, get you scrawny ass up and find your hot little fuck toy."

"He's not little," I muttered as I wrapped a sheet around me and got up.

I could just tell my other side would be raising an eyebrow right about now. "So you've been looking, I see. Good to know you're growing some balls."

"Shut the hell up."

"Feisty."

"Shove it."

I went out into the living room and found Charlie running around like crazy. When he saw me come in, he instantly leapt into my hair and began to pull on it.

"Damn little rodent. I'm going to strangle you when I catch you!" I heard Bad Quat shout with my voice, making a grab at Charlie.

Charlie squeaked and ducked, but eventually, my hands caught him, but I did my best to keep my other side from really hurting my little pet.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Charlie," I said, regaining my voice.

"Yes I am! Who does he think he is, attacking us like that!" Bad Quat spat.

"No, WE are NOT going to hurt him. He's the only one who can find Trowa for us." I reasoned with myself.

Bad Quat gave him a firm shake and tossed him on the couch. "Fine, you win… pretty boy."

Charlie in the meantime had scrambled up the ropes on the wall and perched on a high tree branch that served as a support beam… then proceeded to throw us the equivalent of a squirrel raspberry.

"Why you little-" Other Quat grabbed a walnut from the mixed nuts bowl in the middle of the coffee table and aimed at Charlie, luckily, I was able to catch my possessed wrist in time.

"Charlie, where did Trowa go?" I asked, forcing myself to sit and look as unthreatening as possible.

"Let me at the fuzzy rodent… I'll squeeze the information out of him!"

"No, we can't understand him and we need his cooperation. Let me deal with this one… please."

"Fine… but only if I get an entire night in the sack with lover boy."

"Deal, but I get him first!"

"You're on!"

Breathing a sigh of relief as I finally came to an agreement with myself, I looked back up at Charlie who had his back turned to me. "Please Charlie… this is important."

He shrugged, but didn't turn around.

"Listen," I said, letting out a big gust of air and looking away, "I'm really sorry about just now… It's just that I…" I felt a mental smack, "We.. I mean 'we'… We're really worried about Trowa. Something happened this morning, and I think he misunderstood."

I looked up at Charlie again and saw he was staring at me intently. I never thought I'd be intimidated by a little squirrel. 'Wuss' Other Quat piped up, but otherwise did nothing to interrupt me.

"I'm really sorry for what we did… you're not hurt, are you?" I asked worried, hoping I hadn't accidentally injured the poor thing. He shook his head, so I continued, "I'm sure you know that Trowa and I were being… Intimate… this morning…" I blushed (Why was I even talking to a squirrel again?) I noticed his nod and blushed even more.

"I did something that drove him away…" At the chirp of alarm, I hastily continued, "I didn't hurt him physically or anything… It's just that I think he thinks that he hurt ME. That's why he ran out."

I looked up again to see Charlie's eyes bug out, and I knew he understood. We both knew Trowa was anti-social, we knew he had trouble dealing with people, having him think that he hurt anyone would really affect him.

Charlie squeaked and ran to the window, hit it, then looked back at me, letting me know he wanted it open. I hurriedly complied, opening it just enough for him to get out. All I had to do now is wait.

I spent my time cleaning up the bedroom and making the bed. I put on the same shirt and pants I had on yesterday, sans my boxers, as I had nothing else to wear and put my shoes by the door.

By now, I was really worried for my Trowa. Where had he gone? I didn't dare go out and look for him, because let's face it, I'd get lost in a matter of minutes. No, it was better to wait here. I went in to the kitchen as I waited, thinking I could do some dishes while I waited, but there were none. Trowa was a very clean person… and don't ask why I get all domestic when I'm nervous… It just happens. Seeing there was nothing to be done, I sighed and helped myself to an orange. It was still morning and I hadn't eaten anything yet, we couldn't help being hungry!

Just as I finished my orange and cleaned up after myself, I heard the front door open. Running out of the kitchen and into the living room, I saw Trowa's head peak in, followed by the rest of him, in a very timid manner… almost like a skittish bunny or something.

"Trowa!" I cried, rushing over to hug him. "I… we were so worried!" Keeping him in a tight embrace, I looked up at him, and noticed his eyes were swollen and puffy. "Trowa?" I asked timidly, growing more concerned as I noticed how stiff his posture was and how dead his eyes looked. He wasn't even hugging me back.

Slowly, he raised his hands, taking hold of my shoulders and pushing me back, so that I had to let him go.

"Trowa? What are you doing? Tell me what's wrong, please!" I could feel my voice break slightly.

"Get away from me, Quatre." He said in a dead voice. "I'll only hurt you."

I shook my head, not wanting to hear that. "That is not true!"

"I made you cry not three hours ago! How can you expect me to believe you!" He practically growled.

Surprisingly, that turned me on. A lot.

"Trowa, listen to me… then we can decide what happens next, deal?" He nodded, leaning back against a branch/pillar, pinning me with a feral gaze, though he refused to have me come close to him.

"Talk."

I nodded, his intent stare really turning me on.

"I'm not sure what happened in there…"

"I hurt you, I made you cry."

"Will you shut up already and let the pansy tell you what the hell was going on!" Bad Quat yelled.

He nodded, and I continued. "As lame as this seems… I… I thought it was a dream… I was… afraid… I was afraid of waking up and finding out it was all a dream."

Trowa raised an eyebrow, "Is that all?"

I nodded, taking a little step closer to him, "I'm sorry for… whatever I made you think… but please… don't push me away."

"Stop being such a baby and tell him the way he's looking at you is turning you on." Bad Quat seethed. He make me rush over to Trowa and plaster myself to the taller boy's hard, lean form. "We've been waiting a long time for a wake-up call like this morning."

Trowa growled, "Don't you dare tease me…You don't know what you're getting into."

We leaned in and kissed him, "We know. We liked it."