Memories of You: Part 2
Trowa stared up at the ceiling, taking in the dark blue surroundings with eyes backed by nostalgia and melancholy. He new soon he would leave and the wheels of disaster would be put into motion. He wanted to stay, but changing his memories would do very little. Reality was permanent. He could not change what would come to pass all to soon. He was going to have to leave Quatre, not by his own will, but by the terrible will of the Zero system. He wanted to protect Quatre… just as Quatre had protected him in the past. He wanted to shield him from what ever changed him. He wanted to save him from this new era. He wanted to be there… and just to love him. He wanted to lock them in an eternal duet, so they could create the shining melody that is love till the end of their days.
A soft knock on his door stirred him from his brooding. He saw a pale hand push it open and then a golden head. Quatre entered, his pale skin glowing softly in the blue midnight light. He looked like an angle to Trowa. He stood awkwardly in a t-shirt and cotton shorts, it was clear he was blushing lightly.
"Trowa?" He whispered as he crept across the room, the door closing behind him, "Are you awake?"
"Yes, " He replied, "What's wrong?"
"I couldn't sleep…" He sat on the edge of the bed, "I…"
"Are you alright?" Trowa sat up and touched the other boy's hand.
"Yes but…" The blonde boy squeezed Trowa's hand, "I know it's silly but… I just feel like… I don't know. It's like your drifting away…"
"Quatre…"
"I'm sorry…" He turned away, but didn't let go of Trowa's hand, "It's just…"
"It's ok… I'm not going to leave you."
"I just want to be closer to you!" Quatre threw his arms around Trowa, tears starting to mist over his aquamarine eyes, "You mean everything to me, if you go I don't know what I'd do!"
"Shh… it's alright." Trowa cooed, stroking the other boy's yellow hair, "I'll all ways be here, with you. No matter what happens. I promise, ok? Even if I die… I'll still love you. There is nothing, nothing in the entire world, that could ever change that."
"Trowa…" He looked up at the tall boy's ever-calm face, slightly bewildered. He didn't know how to take what the other had just said to him, he couldn't fathom exactly what it was… but Trowa was hinting something.
Trowa leaned down and kissed him softly. He didn't want to see Quatre. The other boy had shown him so many feelings… such compleat trust in him, such blinding love. The boy had taught him what it was like to feel happiness. He deserved a perfect world; he was like a fallen angel. The war hurt him, Trowa knew how badly. Quatre wrapped his arms around his neck. It wasn't a lustful kiss; it was a loving one. It was kind and laced with some unknown sadness. They pulled each other close and on tight, keeping out the cruelty of the war and the world. They held on to what they had tighter than they held on to their lives. As they broke apart Trowa gently eased Quatre to the bed beneath him.
"Trowa... I've never…" He blushed.
"Neither have I…" Trowa smiled softly, "we don't…"
"It's alright," Quatre interrupted, reaching up to touch his lover's face, "I want to… I'm completely yours."
Trowa kissed him again, this time more passionately. Quatre responded immediately, opening his mouth to Trowa's. They explored each other's mouths, content, for some time, to be connected that way. They broke apart, their nerves excited by the intimacy of their kiss. They clumsily removed each other's shirts, their hands shaking slightly with fear and anticipation. Trowa kissed Quatre lightly on the neck, his fingers lightly brushing over the other boy's pale skin. He felt the blonde shiver as he gently traced over his collarbone with his fingertips.
"Ah…"
Quatre cried out softly as Trowa's kisses move to his chest. The flurry of little kisses sent tiny bolts of electricity racing over his skin. He felt himself becoming flushed, becoming hot, despite the chill of the night air. He gasped, his fingers weaving into Trowa's hair as the other boy closed his lips on the little pink nub of Quatre's nipple.
Seeing his lover's reaction to that, he gently pinched the other, moving his kisses down Quatre's torso. The sensitive boy writhed in pleasure beneath him, letting soft moans and cries fight through the silence of the evening. He dipped his tongue the blonde boy's navel, hesitantly moving his hand to the now apparent bulge in his pants.
Quatre's breath caught in his throat as Trowa began to slowly rub his crotch. He moaned, his back arching slightly off the bed. The dark-haired boy slowly removed the last pieces of Quatre's clothing. He moved his hand back to the blonde's groin; gently brushing it's tip with his fingers. Quatre's hips bucked, and gasping, he sat up, weaving his fingers into Trowa's hair. The green-eyed boy began to run his fingers up and down Quatre's ever growing erection, squeezing it lightly every few seconds. Quatre felt his muscles clenching, his hand moving over his lover's back almost frantically. His vision was darkening and he squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations he was being submitted to.
"Ah! Trowa!" He cried, "Please, w-wait… I-I'll…"
Trowa pushed his finger lightly into the slit at the tip of the other boy's dick.
"Oh! That feels good!" Quatre's back arched, pressing his body into Trowa's, "B-but stop! I-I… I'm…I'm going to…"
Trowa removed his hand and Quatre collapsed onto him, his breathing frantic and heavy.
"What's wrong?" Trowa ask, his eyes filled concern.
Quatre looked up at him, blushing furiously, "I-I didn't want it to be just me…"
"Wha…"
Quatre cut him off, kissing him lightly. He pressed the other boy back slightly, his small, pale hand pushing away Trowa's under garments. Quatre knew very little about sex, his only reference being overheard conversations in the street and the few novels and manga he had quickly flipped through in the bookstore when he thought no one was looking. He was however, beginning to understand what did and didn't feel good. He leaned down and gently closed his lips on the end of Trowa's dick; hesitantly stroking it's tip with his tongue. The dark haired boy bit back a scream; fearful someone would hear his cries. Quatre took more of Trowa into his mouth, his tongue moving over the hardened muscle. Trowa pressed down softly on the other boy's head, moaning low in the back of his throat.
The night floated through Trowa's mind. Hours of fumbling hands and tiny cries raced across his eyes. He remembered Quatre's sweet little face, smiling at him softly. He remembered their bodies entwining; the closeness they felt when he entered his lover. He remembered the sparkle of the trails of a few tears and sweat in the moonlight. The gentle caresses and the sweet cool air of that calm spring night as they collapsed in each other's arms.
"Trowa?" Quatre said in a near whisper, his fine tapered fingers pushing Trowa's brown hair away from his eyes gently.
"What is it, love?" He smiled at the other boy.
Quatre sat up, pulling the sheets up around him slightly, "I… I might be gone soon."
Trowa lay his head in Quatre's lap, behind his eyes his mind was racing; he knew what would happen now that he had lived it, but it all seemed so fake while he was there, so close to the boy he loved. "Quatre…" He had to pause to gather his thoughts, "You won't ever leave me. You can't. It's not possible."
"But, Trowa!" His poor, tormented, beautiful wayward angel, "I can feel something's going to happen… It's going to be my fau…"
"No…" Trowa smiled warmly, his green eyes glowing with love as he reached up to touch his lover's milky skin, "Because I would never, ever let you go. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if I had to. It's like I said: Nothing you could do would make me stop loving you. You… you could kill me, and as I lay dieing, I would use my last breath to say 'I love you.' I would wait at the gaits of heaven for you, because it would be hell with out you. You're my light, you always have been. You are all that is good and pure in my life. You taught my heart to love, and it will never belong to anyone else. "
Quatre leaned down and kissed him, and after a few moments he was crying in earnest. Some how he could sense that something terrible would happen after they separated in the morning. Something. He didn't know… his heart would not tell him more.
As the sun came up on that world, Darkness was closing on Trowa's mind. All of his life was dancing across his eyes, waltzing at first then whipping in to a maddening whirl till the glowing portion of his history that was his time with Quatre; every moment as golden as the darling boy's hair. All of it, every minute went spinning by and through it came the old, old song:
Waking skies - at sunrise
Every sunset too
Seems to be - bringing me
Memories of you
They came… and with out looking back drifted out into space.
Here and there - every where
Scenes that we once knew
And they all - just recall
Memories of you
Your face beams - in my dreams
In Spite of all that I do
And everything - seems to bring
Memories of you
…And then it was all black.