Idle Chatter
Chapter Fifteen; Trowa and Charlie POV:
Warning: LEMON! Trowa's finally gonna nail Quat. . .so you've been warned. Also, as a treat, seeing as I thought it would be fun, this first part will be in Charlie's POV in response to Quatre's actions.
Charlie POV:
I watched as Tro ran from the house like a wild man. What in hell had caused that? He had been enjoying his little lover just moments ago and from the sounds of it, his little lover had been enjoying it just as much, if not more. Sure, Tro had a tendency of being an animal. . .but animals did it right.
I raced around like a mad squirrel. Damn it. . .I wanted to know what happened to him! And I also knew there was no way for me to get outside, let alone follow after him. That just left me to torment my new pet until he told me what happened. The second I saw him, I rushed him, leaping onto his head and beginning to pull on it. I wanted answers!
"Damn little rodent. I'm going to strangle you when I catch you!" the wicked side of him hollered. I froze for a second. Oh shit, this wasn't good. I tried to dodge his grasp, knowing I'd need to work fast to keep myself safe.
I squeaked and ducked around, but eventually I was caught. While it seemed like he'd love nothing better than to strangle me, something was holding him back.
"I'm not going to hurt you Charlie," I heard good Quat say. That was something. Yet the next words seemed to make me upset once more.
"Yes I am! Who does he think he is, attacking us like that!" bad Quat spat out. I swallowed thickly. This wasn't good. Quat was seriously in need of therapy. . .and a good screw. If only I could get out of this.
"No, WE are NOT going to hurt him. He's the only one who can find Trowa for us," good Quat tried to reason. I closed my eyes. This was bad. Good Quat and Bad Quat weren't being of one mind. That didn't bode too well for me. I was then firmly shook until I felt like my eyes were nothing but little swirls before I was tossed onto the couch. I squeaked at such rough treatment and shook my head, trying to get myself back in control.
"Fine, you win... pretty boy." I regained my control and scrambled up the ropes on the wall and perched on a high branch that also served as a support beam. I wasn't about to allow them to get me again, damn it. I threw them a raspberry before flipping them off, of which they didn't catch.
"Why you little-" Bad Quat growled as he picked up a walnut and prepared to throw it at me. I smirked, well the equivalent of a smirk from a squirrel and watched them fight over what would happen.
"Charlie, where did Trowa go?" good Quat asked as he took a seat. He tried to look unthreatening, but bad Quat was still making his eye twitch. I wasn't stupid. I wasn't going back down there. Unaware of it, Quatre's lips moved as he argued with himself. Having learned to understand human language with Tro's help, this was even easier. I didn't need volume to hear.
"Let me at the fuzzy rodent... I'll squeeze the information out of him!" bad Quat yelled. I snorted. Screw that! I was not a rodent. I really wasn't liking the man.
"No, we can't understand him and we need his cooperation. Let me deal with this one... please." I smiled. Good Quat was my favorite. He alone seemed to wish he could understand me. Too bad his bad side was out way too much for my liking.
"Fine... but only if I get an entire night in the sack with lover boy," bad Quat bargained. I laughed quietly. Tro would take that... and more.
"Deal, but I get him first!" good Quat shot back. I raises an eyebrow, or the equivalent at that. Oh, so good Quat does have some balls after all to go after what he wanted. I knew there was a reason I liked him.
"You're on!" bod Quat said. I smiled. As long as they made Tro happy, I didn't care who screwed him.
I watched him breath a sigh of relief and knew they were done. He looked up at me once more and I turned my back on him. I wasn't going to make this easy for them. "Please Charlie... this is important," good Quat said. I shrugged. So what. I wasn't making this easy on him. I already knew where Trowa was. I just didn't know why he had gone there. It was his favorite spot.
"Listen," Quat continued, letting out a breath of air. "I'm really sorry about just now... It's just that I..." He stopped at that as if he'd been hit and I smirked. Bad Quat wasn't about to be left out. "We... I mean 'we'... We're really worried about trowa. Something happened this morning, and I think he misunderstood."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Good Quat was sorry but bad Quat wasn't. I wasn't accepting that apology. Yet he was possibly right. Tro often took things the wrong way because he didn't understand humans. It's all right. I even had trouble with him occasionally. I turned and looked at him, staring intently. I wanted the whole story. I hid my smile as it appeared good Quat seemed a little intimidated. That was fine by me.
"I'm really sorry for what we did... you're not hurt, are you?" he asked in a worried tone. I shook my head. I was made of sterner stuff than that. "I'm sure you know that Trowa and I were being... Intimate... this morning..." he blushed and I smirked once again. Oh, good Quat was so much fun. I'd be really happy once Trowa taught him to understand me. Then I could really let both halves have it. I nodded once more and he blushed even more. He was so cute.
"I did something that drove him away..." I blinked and piped up, even though I knew he couldn't understand me.
"WHAT?" I chirped in alarm. Stupid human!
"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 felt my eyes bug out and I almost wished I was human so I could really hit something. Damn it all to hell. Why were things so complicating for humans? It was so much easier being an animal. Tro was anti-social as all hell and it didn't take much to bother him. Thinking he hurt Quat possibly damanged what little humanity he had in him.
With a snort, I looked at Quat. "Let me go after him," I squeaked and ran over to the window. I hit it before looking back to Quatre, telling him I wanted him to let me out. He complied and opened it just enough for me. He was such a well trained human. I gave him a small smile of encouragement, which he possibly couldn't see and rushed off.
It hadn't taken me long to find Tro either. He was sitting right where I figured he'd be. Up in his favorite tree, crying into his arms. I skidded to a stop one branch above him and felt my eyes bug out of my head. CRYING! Tro didn't cry. At least, not that I've ever seen him. That was a long time to admit too as well.
"Tro? What happened? Come on, tell little Charlie all about it," I chittered to him. He raised his head, surprise in his eyes to see me just above him. I dropped down into his lap, snuggling his cheek. I didn't mind getting wet. Tro was hurting.
"Oh, Charlie... I hurt him. I really screwed everything up," he whispered, not even bothering to fall into my own language. That alone told me how hurt he was. I sighed and slapped him, which caused him to blink and stare at me.
"What kind of bull shit is coming from you? Did you even ask him if he was hurt before you ran off?" I squeaked at him. He blinked, his eyes slowly widening. Leave it to him not to have realized why someone was feeling that way, and only noticing that he was doing something sad. "What was he doing that told you he was hurt, anyway?"
"He... he was crying," he answered, his eyes still wide. His mind was slow sometimes. It was sad a little squirrel knew more about humans than him sometimes.
"Idiot! Humans cry out of happiness as well. Or have you forgotten that little factor. Go back and talk to him. I won't hear any excuses. Now go and let him explain!" He blinked once more and waited till I jumped off his lap and onto his shoulder before hopping down from the tree and heading back toward the house.
Trowa POV:
I had never been slapped by an animal before. It had been more shocking than I cared to admit, even to myself. Yet the slap has actually woke me up, the words had just added to it. He was right. Humans weren't animals. They didn't just cry because they hurt. They cried for any number of reasons. It showed how unskilled I was with human emotions unless I had it thrown at me. It was a little embarrassing to have a squirrel, even one as intelligent as Charlie, point something like that out.
I peaked in, followed by the rest of me in a very slow, almost timid manner. Charlie jumped off before he could be seen and took off. I wasn't really certain where he vanished to. At the moment I didn't really care as Quatre cried out my name and rushed over to me, hugging me.
"I... we were so worried!" he said as he kept me in a tight embrace and looked up at me. I was certain he could tell I had been crying, but I didn't care. "Trowa?" he asked in a timid voice, which made me become even more stiff than I already was. Slowly, I raised me hands and took a hold of his arms, pushing his back. So that way he had to let me go.
"Trowa? What are you doing? Tell me what's wrong, please!" he cried, his voice breaking. I felt a part of me break inside as well. I hated hurting him like this. It was even worse than physically hurting him.
"Get away from me, Quatre," I said in a cold, dead tone. "I'll only hurt you."
Quatre shook his head. "That is not true!"
I felt a gasp fall from my lips. "I made you cry not more than three hours ago! How can you expect me to believe you!" I growled out, lashing out because I couldn't hold it in.
"Trowa, listen to me... then we can decide what happens next, deal?"
I nodded, leaning back against the branch/pillar of my home. I pinned him with a hungry gaze. Even though it had been a while, I still wanted him. My body was screaming at me for keeping him away from me. Yet, for as feral as I was certain my gaze was, I hoped it would keep him away from me.
"Talk," I said after a moment. Quatre nodded.
"I'm not sure what happened in there..."
"I hurt you. I made you cry," I answered.
"Will you shut up already and let the pansy tell you what the hell was going on!" Quatre's dark side suddenly yelled at me. I nodded, closing my mouth to listen.
"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."
I couldn't help it. My eyebrow raised at that. Oh, we were both a bit messed up if that was what sparked this problem. Granted, we were both about as far from normal as there was, but I kind of liked that about my Quat. "Is that all?" I asked, making certain.
Quat nodded, taking a small step closer to me, of which I didn't do anything to stop. "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 once again jumped into the conversation. I had to admit, I loved his honesty. Yet Quatre was soon plastered to my body, all soft curves against my hard planes. "We've been waiting a long time for a wake-up call like this morning."
I growled. Oh I was so close to losing it again. "Don't you dare tease me... You don't know what you're getting into."
Quat answered by leaning in and kissing me. I was stunned. He then pulled back and smiled. "We know. We liked it."
I lost it. If my angel could tell me he liked what I had done and risk plastering himself against me while knowing exactly what I could possibly do to him, who was I to argue? I certainly shouldn't do such a thing to him. I couldn't do such a thing to him. I loved the blonde too much to ever tease him like that.
I growled, low and long in the throat, causing him to shiver and press even closer against my body. I gasped, pressing back against him. Oh lord... if there was one... this was heaven, and I never wanted to leave it.
"Quat, I want you so much. But I'll stop if you ask me to. I promise," I whispered huskily, before picking him up off the floor and swinging him into my arms as I stalked back to my room. He made the cutest little eep I've ever heard, but he hung onto me, lightly licking at my throat now that he was so close to it. I moaned and took in the sensations washing over me. My angel was part devil... and I delighted in both sides.
"Then we're all yours," both Quat's said at the same time. I laughed softly. I knew that no matter how much they tried to think they weren't the same, they were. The both made up the man I loved. And I was about to show both of them just how much I wanted them.
"Good," I purred before lowering him to the bed and coming down on top of him. Almost instantly, I could feel Quatre's erection pressing against my thigh. I closed my eyes to savor the sensation before lowering my mouth down to his to take it deeply, kissing him with all the passion that was inside of me. His lips parted on a gasp and I couldn't help but slip my tongue inside to once again plunder the wonderful depths of his mouth, which had a citrus tang to it this time around.
My hands roamed over his body. Caressing slender shoulder, down his flat chest and stomach before trailing over gently curved hips, I found myself wanting to be inside of him so badly I ached with it. I also knew, that unlike a woman, I would have to prepare him for me. I wasn't even certain he would be able to take me, seeing as I was rather well endowed, even for as young as I was.
I stripped us both of our clothes with slow, sweet movements. I couldn't allow myself to become as wild as I had last time or the bruises I had left last time would pale in comparison. Thus, I reigned in my strength and worked on him as I carefully as I could. Once we were stripped, both as gloriously naked as I had always wanted to be with him. I leaned down and once more kissed him, this one more like the one from this morning. I revenged his lips as I ground our cocks together. I couldn't get enough of just feeling him against me. My moans mingled with his own against our joined lips.
"Tro... wa!" he breathed out in a low cry as I reached between us and stroked his erection. He arched into my touch and I let my free hand reach into the bed side dresser to grab up a tube of lube that I had placed there back when I had first gotten with my little angel. It hadn't been because I was certain this was where our relationship would lead. It was more because I had been hoping for it.
"Quatre," I whispered before trailing down his jaw line to his lips, kissing and nipping at him once again. This time, he was more vocal, his gasps and moans louder and fuller, making me groan as I teased him.
edited for For the unedited version, go to the second site for geocites on my profile page to read it.
Once I was spent, having had one of the wildest and yet greatest orgasms of my life, I pulled from Quatre and leaned down to clean off his stomach and my hand before rolling over onto my back and pulling him on top of me to rest. I sighed and breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of out love making and loving every minute of it. Kissing his forehead softly, I grinned.
"I love you, Quat. Always," I whispered against him, content to just hold him and keep him close.