The job had changed. Although he knew Dorothy Catalonia had not yet been officially notified of the change in plans, word had traveled to her and she'd changed the order. Since he'd not notified anyone as to whether or not he'd accept the job, his informer assumed he would and passed the changes on to him. Now it no longer mattered if the boy's death looked like an accident so long as he was dead before his birthday. Of course, Trowa had no intention of taking the job. He'd dropped the idea the moment he realized Quatre was an innocent. Now, he was determined to protect the boy and thereby get back at the girl who'd lied to him. And thanks to Quatre's creative plan, he had an easy way to be in contact with the boy and not arouse suspicions. Not to mention the added bonus of playing Quatre's lover.
Although he'd had no intention of taking advantage of the boy when he'd agreed to the charade, Trowa wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Yes, he'd gone home with the boy to keep him from getting himself killed or worse by offering the 'job' to the scum that resided in the city. That, however, did not make him a priest. He had as many urges as any other hot-blooded teen, and from the way Quatre responded to him, the blonde boy did as well. Trowa refused to harm innocents, but educating them in a very pleasant way was another matter altogether.
Returning to Quatre's residence after his stint in the underground, he couldn't help but wonder what the boy thought of their...relationship? Yes, it is a relationship. I'm not sure whether I would be considered a prostitute since I am getting paid, but it is still a relationship. Smirking when the butler bowed slightly to him and opened the door, Trowa entered the large house. It still amazed him how easily Quatre's sisters had become accustomed to the idea of their little brother having a male lover. Yet they had, and they were even pleasant to him. Nodding to the butler, Trowa looked around the empty front hall.
"Do you know where Quatre is?" he asked the man who was standing at his post beside the door.
Nodding to him, the man's expression remained carefully neutral as he flicked a hand toward the stairs. "I believe Master Quatre is in his room."
Even the servants treated him with respect. Trowa marveled at this house full of people who were so different from the ones he'd known his entire life. Even with the anger the girls had shown him yesterday, he couldn't help but feel that they were all very gentle people unless they were protecting a loved one. Or themselves, Trowa thought as he remembered Quatre's gun. Nodding to the butler in thanks, he made his way up the tall staircase, eyes roaming over the pictures on the wall. One caught his eyes as he reached the upstairs hall and he stopped to look at it.
A very small blonde boy, no doubt Quatre, was hanging onto a tall man's hand. The boy was smiling, eyes wide and shining with the simple happiness of the very young, and the man was looking down at him, a small smile playing at his lips. Glancing over the other pictures, Trowa noticed that it was the only picture of Quatre, despite the numerous pictures of girls, one or two of which Trowa recognized as the boy's sisters. The only picture of the son, and, if his suspicions were right, the only picture of the father. Although he had no intention of ever asking, or getting the chance to ask since he would be gone in less than two weeks, Trowa wondered what had happened to the man. Looking again to the tiny boy smiling up at his father, Trowa shook his head. So sad that he left such a large and...kind...family behind.
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Not having gotten a response to his quiet knock, Trowa opened the door and paused in the doorway, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Not paying any attention to the boxes that were piled on the bed, he shut the door silently and moved to stand beside Quatre. The boy was sitting at his desk, head resting on an arm as he slept. Not waking him, Trowa let himself admire the boy's features. He really was a beautiful boy, especially when he slept, so peaceful. Some of his hair fell over his face, golden against his light skin, his long lashes standing out as they lay on his cheeks. Who would want to hurt someone like him? Unable to get angry with the sweet boy sleeping so close to him, Trowa sighed. He should be protected. He may not be weak, but he is fragile. Blinking at the strange direction his thoughts were moving toward, Trowa walked to the bed.
Taking the boxes, he set them against the wall where they would be out of the way. He pulled down the edge of the covers and went back to Quatre, slipping an arm around the boy's chest and moving him away from the desk. He made a slight protesting sound when Trowa bent to pick him up, frowning and opening his eyes a tiny bit. Picking him up, Trowa smirked at him when the boy blinked blearily and frowned some more. "You obviously need a nap."
Still sleepy when Trowa set him on the bed, Quatre smiled a little and caught his hand. "I should get up," he said slowly. "I have things to show you and--" He abruptly cut himself off with a large yawn which he hid behind a hand before grinning weakly at the tall boy who was still smirking at him. "Sorry...umm..oh. Ireia has tickets for the opera this evening. I want to go." Yawning again, he made a disgruntled sound.
"Then you definitely need to take a nap now, otherwise you'll end up falling asleep in the middle of it," Trowa said, not quite giving in to his urge to laugh at the boy's struggle against sleep.
"Then you'll go with me?" Quatre asked as he kicked off his shoes, not bothering to set them at the foot of his bed as he normally did. "I was hoping you would."
"Of course I will." Tilting his head, Trowa looked at the boy. Doesn't he realize that according to our agreement I have to do pretty much whatever he says? As Quatre yawned yet again, Trowa did laugh. Poor thing. "Alright, we'll go but you have to take a nap."
"Don't make it an order," Quatre protested although he did pull back the covers so he could climb under them. "It's not like I'm six. Besides, if you make it an order then I won't do it. And I want to take a nap." Smiling at Trowa's expression, he blinked rapidly. "You should take a nap too."
Smirk returning, Trowa eyed him carefully. "Is that an order?"
"Huh?" Quatre looked confused for a second, then he grinned widely. "Yes! I order you to take a nap with me." Blushing with pleasure when Trowa laughed, he pointed beside him on the bed. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Trowa removed his shoes before pulling back the covers and climbing onto the bed beside the boy who was looking very proud of himself. "Well, since I'm obeying at the moment," Trowa said slowly, wondering exactly how playful a mood the boy was in. "Any other orders for me?"
Pale blue-green eyes lighting up even as he blushed lightly, Quatre nodded. "Kiss me."
Eyes narrowing, Trowa pulled him into his arms and moved until their lips were an inch apart. "Yes, Master Quatre," he breathed before following the boy's order to a 'tee'.