Category: Angst, Adventure, AU, Slave/Master

Pairings: 1x2, 4x3 (eventually), 5x?

Rating: R (?)

Disclaimer: Standard. You know them all by now so I won't bore you with a repeat.

Warnings: This story does show how a lot of people felt about the owning of slaves, a feeling that was very alive in this country not that long ago, as well as in many civilizations down through the ages. There are some good owners and some bad owners, like in everything. If someone owning another person bothers you, you might not like this fic. But then I'm not forcing anyone to read it. There are also M/M relationships in this fic (I'm very much a 1x2/3x4 fan.) so if boys being together (and I do mean together) bothers you don't read.

Additional Warning: Lemon in this part.

Golden Lights Part Twenty-Nine

By SilverLady

Quatre looked up with a bewildered look in his eyes as Trowa stepped into the room. It was awfully late at night for him to be here. "Master?"

Trowa stood just inside the doorway for a long moment, simply staring at Quatre.

Quatre rose slowly to his feet and started towards Trowa. "Is there something wrong, Master?"

Suddenly Trowa moved, crossing the room to stand in front of Quatre. Reaching out he laid his hand across Quatre's mouth. "Trowa," he whispered softly. "Can you say that? My name is Trowa."

Quatre stared at him, his eyes reflecting the confusion he was feeling.

"Trowa," Trowa said again. "Say it after me. Trowa."

"Trowa," Quatre whispered against Trowa's hand.

Trowa smiled down at Quatre as he pulled his hand away, tracing Quatre's mouth with his fingers. "Very good."

Quatre sighed, his breath floating around Trowa's fingers. "Is there something you need, Ma.... Trowa?"

Trowa trailed a finger across Quatre's cheek. "You," he finally breathed.

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I want you. Underneath me, screaming my name as you come."

"But....."

"I can't fight this anymore. Don't you feel it too?"

Quatre looked down. "Yes."

"Quatre?"

Quatre looked back up. Before he could say anything though, he found his mouth covered by Trowa's. Stiffening slightly, he put his hands up on Trowa's shoulders.

Trowa groaned as he slide his arms around Quatre's waist, running his hands up and down Quatre's back. He felt the bit of resistance from Quatre, but as the kiss deepened Quatre relaxed and molded his body to Trowa's.

With a contented moan, Trowa grabbed Quatre's butt; lifting him up so that their groins ground together, causing both to shudder as electric bolts of pleasure shot through their bodies.

Finally, his head spinning with more than just passion, Trowa moved his head back and let Quatre slide down his body until his feet once again touched the floor. Slowly he slide one hand up underneath Quatre's shirt, enjoying the feel of soft skin and toned muscles.

Quatre moaned and arched his back, silently begging for Trowa to continue.

But Trowa could see the hint of confusion reflected in Quatre's eyes and with a sigh he withdrew his hand.

Reaching up he gently ran his fingers through Quatre's soft blonde hair. "You are so beautiful, Little One," he whispered. "I want you, but not against your will. You have to want this too. I'm not forcing you. You are free to say no if you want. In this there is no slave nor master, it's just us."

Quatre looked up at Trowa, pressing his body as closely as he could. "Trowa," he finally whispered.

"Yes, Little One?"

Quatre stretched up on tiptoe to reach Trowa's mouth. "You talk too much," he murmured before pressing his lips to Trowa's.

For long minutes the two did nothing but explore each other's mouths, learning every centimeter of the warm moist caverns they explored and what touches made their partner moan with pleasure.

Finally, reluctantly, the two drew apart. As Trowa looked down into Quatre's eyes, he slide his hands across his shoulders to the parting of Quatre's shirt. Gently he slide each button free revealing inch by delicious inch of Quatre's chest and stomach.

Quatre moaned and arched his back, unconsciously displaying himself for Trowa's pleasure.

Trowa traced a finger up Quatre's tight stomach, delighting in the delicate shivers the touch invoked. Watching Quatre to insure that he enjoyed each new sensation and to be sure that this was indeed what he wanted, Trowa gently circled each delicate nipple, smiling as they became swollen and red.


"Trowa, what?" Quatre moaned.

"You'll like this even better." Tilting his head, Trowa reached down to run his tongue in a slow circle around Quatre's left nipple. After teasing it for a few minutes, he gently took it in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the hard nub.

Quatre groaned and buried his hand in Trowa's hair, his knees buckling at the intense feelings that course through him. "Ohhh," he moaned, pressing Trowa's head against his chest. "Don't stop."

Trowa reached out to grab Quatre and hold him upright. Pulling away slightly he looked into the deep blue eyes. "Let's move this to the bed," he whispered. "It will be much better."

Quatre was panting, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to calm his body. "Yes," he finally managed to say.

He gave a startled little squeak when Trowa lifted him up and carried him to the bed. Gently, Trowa laid him down, admiring the slender form. He had never seen such a beautiful site. He traced the lithe body with his eyes, making note of passion fogged eyes, swollen lips, delicate nipples, tight trembling stomach muscles, and the swell of arousal hidden by pants that had grown too tight for comfort.

Trowa reached out to slidee a finger under the waistband of Quatre's pants. "You'd be much more comfortable without these clothes."

Quatre nodded as he sat up and slide his shirt the rest of the way off. He reached for the pants, but Trowa stopped him. "Let me."

Quatre blinked, but laid back on the bed and lifted his hips in a silent invitation.  Trowa closed his eyes for minute then slow slide the soft material down Quatre's hips. He bit back an appreciative groan as, inch by inch, Quatre's body was revealed to him.

Finally the pants were thrown across the room and Trowa looked down at the trembling boy on the bed. Reaching out, he slowly ran his hand across Quatre's swollen manhood, admiring each ridge and hollow. "You are so lovely," he whispered, knowing he was repeating himself but not caring. Slowly he leaned over until his mouth hovered above the swollen flesh.

"Trowa?" There was uncertainty in the trembling voice.

"It's all right. Just relax and enjoy. I will make you feel so good."

Quatre cried out and arched his hips as Trowa enveloped his arousal with his mouth. Frantic fingers grasped at dark hair as Quatre thrust, driving himself deeper into the moist cavern that surrounded him.

Trowa relaxed his throat, letting Quatre drive his thick shaft into his mouth over and over. He could sense that Quatre was close to exploding and that it would quickly be over. It was happening much faster than he would have liked, but he had the feeling that this was the first time Quatre had ever reached any kind of climax that wasn't dream induced.

With a strangled cry, Quatre exploded deep into Trowa's mouth, his back and hips coming off the bed with the force of his climax. Twisting his head, Quatre sobbed as his body convulsed,  feeling as if liquid fire was spilling from him into Trowa's waiting mouth.

Trowa swallowed convulsively, tasting the slightly bitter fluid that was exploding from Quatre. He had never thought anything could taste so good.

When Quatre finally collapsed back onto the bed, he continued to lap at the tip of Quatre's cock, collecting the last drops that oozed out.

After a moment, he slide up Quatre's body to look down into dazed eyes. "Wonderful," he whispered.

"What?" Quatre blinked in confusion. "That was...."

"Intense?"

Quatre nodded.

"That was the first time you've ever come, isn't it?"

Again Quatre nodded.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Quatre blushed, but nodded yet again.

"It gets even better."

Quatre blinked again. "It does?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Do you want me to show you?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes." He paused. "Why?"

"Because what I want to do to you is very..... intimate. I'm going to put my cock inside you."

"How?"

"Like Michal did with his fingers."

A strange look crossed Quatre's face. "It will hurt," he whispered.

Trowa sensed Quatre's rising fear. "No, not if it's done right. Michal didn't care if he hurt you. I do. I wouldn't hurt you for anything. Believe me."

"I...."

"I'll go slow. If it hurts, or if you don't like it, I'll stop. I give you my word."

Quatre looked at Trowa for a minute. "All right." He blushed again.

Trowa smiled as he brushed his hand across Quatre's cheek. "Just enjoy."

Slowly he explored Quatre's body with his hands, careful not to startle the blonde.  When he was finally sure that Quatre was all right with what he was doing he slide his hand between Quatre's thighs, gently parting them.

"Trowa?"

"Just relax. I'm going to touch you with my finger. It will hurt for just a moment, but if you relax it will be fine."

Gently he traced the tight opening with his finger, praying that Quatre was thinking of what was happening to him now, not what had happened to him in the garden. He didn't want to scare the boy, but his body ached to possess him. He didn't know what he'd do if Quatre couldn't go through with this.

Quatre groaned as the first finger slide into him. For a moment, his body went still, but then he let out on odd sound and shoved with his hips, forcing the finger deeper.

Trowa lightly stroked Quatre's passage, moving his finger in slow careful circles even as he withdrew and thrust into the tight opening. When he felt the muscles begin to relax, he added a second and then a third finger.

After a few minutes Quatre was moaning and pushing back with his hips. "Please," he whispered.

"What?"

"Inside me."

"Tell me what you want."

"You. Inside me. Take me. Please."

"Are you sure?"

"Yessss," Quatre moaned as Trowa touched something deep within him. "Now."

Trowa rolled over, placing himself between Quatre's wide spread legs. "I don't want to hurt you."

Quatre looked up at him. "Not. Nothing like him. Please. I want you."

Trowa placed his aching erection against Quatre's hidden entrance. "Tell me if it hurts." Slowly he eased himself forward, trying not to rush even though his body screamed for him to just sink himself hard and fast into the body beneath him.

Quatre moaned as Trowa slowly filled him. "So good," he panted when Trowa was fully inside him.

Trowa stilled himself, resisting the urge to simple start thrusting. Quatre was so tight around him, like a glove made just to fit him. Never had he felt anything so good. He looked down into the glowing blue eyes of his new lover and smiled. "So right," he replied.

Quatre nodded as he wrapped his legs around Trowa's hips. Both moaned at the feelings that raced through them at that moment. "Now. Do it now," Quatre begged, his breath coming in quick little pants.

But Trowa remained still, waiting, not wanting to cause Quatre any pain. Finally he felt Quatre relax as his body adjusted completely to the thick invader. Ever so smoothly, Trowa began to pull back, easing himself out of the tight heat until only the tip of his erection remained within.

Quatre cried out as the feeling of emptiness over came him. "No," he cried, pulling hard at Trowa with his hands and legs even as he thrust upward with his hips.

Trowa groaned as he allowed himself to be pulled back into the warm depths. Again and again the two repeated the motion, their thrusts growing harder and faster as they raced toward the peak.

Trowa felt the sweat roll off his body as Quatre dug into his back with his hands. "Oh, god," he moaned, thrusting almost franticly into the body beneath him. "So good. So tight."

Quatre screamed his name as he arched upward one last time. Trowa felt Quatre's inner muscles tighten as completion took him. With a shuddering groan, Trowa buried himself one last time. "Quatre. I....."

*****

With a gasp Trowa sat upright in the bed. His clothes clung to his sweat soaked body, which was trembling violently and his chest heaved as he struggled to regain his breath.

Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath he tried to calm himself.  He slowly looked around, almost afraid at what he would find. But there was no one in the room but him.

He sighed in relief when he realized he was alone. A dream. It was all just a dream.

Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to his feet. He limped cautiously over to the window and stared into the dark. He knew that there would be no more sleep for him tonight; he didn't want to risk another dream.

 His body throbbed with an almost unbearable ache, letting him know how it felt at being denied.