Trowa woke quickly, his first thought one of surprise since he hadn't expected to actually fall asleep. Opening his eyes, he looked to the empty spot beside him, wondering how the boy had managed to get out of the bed without waking him. Turning his head as he sat up, he spotted the boy in question digging in one of the boxes he'd set aside earlier. An eyebrow raised at the boy's muttering, he climbed out of the bed silently and moved across the room until he stood behind Quatre. Seeing the pale blue coat he was grumbling at, he smirked and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.
Jumping, Quatre turned to glare at him for a moment, eyes sparkling. "Don't do that." Holding up the coat in his hands, he gave Trowa a pitiful look. "Pastel! Again. Do you know they used to make me wear pink? I don't get it. I just don't see why I can't wear black or white or anything but this...pastels."
With a sharp laugh, the tall boy bent and took the coat from Quatre's hands as he looked from it to the blonde boy. "It matches your eyes."
This brought a smile to the disgruntled boy's face, but it was short-lived. "Well, you have green eyes but I wouldn't expect you to wear a green tux. That's it." With a determined look, he stood and grabbed one of the unopened boxes, carrying it to the adjoining bathroom. "I'll be right back," he called, not glancing behind him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Trowa smiled as he imagined the blonde boy dressed in pink. He could see both sides as he had to admit Quatre looked adorable in his...pastels. Still, he could understand why the boy would want to choose his own clothing. But black...? When the bathroom door opened, Trowa turned, not sure what to expect. Then his eyes shined at the lovely picture the boy made in white.
"Well, what do you think, Trowa? This doesn't look that bad, does it?"
Shaking his head, the tall boy stood. "You look very nice."
"I picked it out myself," Quatre smiled, then went to the boxes again, holding one out to Trowa. "This is yours."
Suddenly wary, a moment passed before he took the step to Quatre and accepted the box. "It isn't green, is it?" Laughing, the smaller boy shoved him toward the open door he'd just come out of.
"Go try it on," he said happily as he folded his arms over his chest and looked smug. "I wouldn't put you in green anymore than I'd enjoy wearing blue." Pausing, he suddenly shook his head. "At least when it comes to a tux."
Hiding his groan, Trowa entered the bathroom and changed quickly, pausing in front of the mirror on his way out. Blinking in surprise, he turned to look at his reflection, green eyes narrowing as he eyed himself critically. That's me, he thought, straightening his back as he turned to look at his profile. I...look so different. I could be one of them... Tearing himself away, he reached for the door, throwing one last glance over his shoulder as he pulled the door open and left the room.
Oh my God, he's so handsome. Eyes wide as he looked at Trowa, Quatre felt his cheeks flush. There was something about seeing the tall boy clothed in his black dress-clothes that sent an excited current through him. Noticing how uncomfortable the other boy seemed, Quatre forced himself to stop staring. "You look wonderful," he said honestly as he stepped to the still boy.
Seeing the way Quatre looked at him, Trowa frowned. Then the shorter boy moved to him and laid a hand on his chest, pale blue-green eyes glittering. Is that lust? Tilting the boy's chin up so he could see in his eyes, Trowa swallowed sharply. Definitely. It is.
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Watching the performance with happy eyes, Quatre curled closer to Trowa in their private box. Catching his sister's glance in his direction, he blushed as he remembered the heated kiss he'd shared with the tall boy before they'd left. He was surprised at himself, he had wanted to simply skip the show and stay in his room with the gorgeous boy. Looking up at Trowa for a moment as that boy's arm moved around him, Quatre sighed.
He really wasn't sure what was happening to him, only that the thought of Trowa leaving scared him. It scared him because the thought hurt. To imagine going to bed and not having the green-eyed boy with him caused a physical pain in his chest. To not have his arms move around him, holding him while he slept. What hurt the most though, was the thought of not seeing him, the realization that once his birthday was past the boy would be gone.
Glancing down, Trowa couldn't help but notice the sad expression on Quatre's face. Pulling him closer, he rubbed the boy's shoulders as he kept his eyes on the woman who sang from the stage. Viewing the boy from the corner of his eye, he let out a silent sigh when Quatre's unhappy expression smoothed out, not ceasing his soothing motion on the boy's tense shoulders. Eyes virtually glued to the stage, Trowa fought a small smile when the boy beside him slipped an arm around his waist, moving as if he would become a part of Trowa's side. Turning his head, he gave in to the smile as Quatre's eyes closed, the boy obviously comfortable in his arms.
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"Whoever it is, I've never seen him before."
Glaring at the man beside her, Dorothy leaned forward, glasses gripped tightly in her hands as she watched the two boys across the large theater. "I'll just have to take care of him too, then," she said, cold fury audible in her voice. "I could just kill him but those sisters wouldn't force the boy to marry me so soon after he lost his lover. No, they both have to die."
"But what if Ireia won't marry that guy? Even if we kill the kid, it does no good unless she marries Christopher so he'll inherit from her."
"She's in love with him," Dorothy said darkly, a smirk twitching her lips as she pushed her long pale blonde hair over her shoulder. "She'll marry him whether the boy dies or not. We just have to kill off Quatre so she'll inherit and then...it's her turn."
"Who would have thought he'd turn out to be gay." Shaking his head, the man was unprepared for the death-glare the girl turned on him.
"Shut up. I should have known he was gay from the first time I saw him. He's so damned weak looking. But it doesn't matter. He won't be around much longer."