Golden Lights Part Forty Five

By SilverLady

Quatre sighed as he picked up another piece of clothing from the floor. He was beginning to think that maybe Trowa should not have come on this trip. He was growing more anxious and upset with each passing day.

Dermal had lived up to his reputation of being unreasonable. Every time it would look as if Trowa had gotten through to him, he would suddenly become stubbornly difficult, disagreeing with everything Trowa would say. And every time it happened Trowa would become even more tense.

It had gotten to the point that Quatre dreaded watching Trowa leave for the day. He hated seeing the limp that was getting progressively worse and the tenseness of his shoulders.

Though Quatre had gone with Trowa to the first day's meeting, Trowa had quickly decided he didn't want Quatre to have to put up with the looks and innuendos that some of the other nobles had been throwing his way.

Although Quatre was glad he didn't have to stand and endure the long meetings, he wasn't happy with the fact Trowa did.

And of course there was the worry about Duo. He knew that Trowa hadn't heard anything from Heero, one way or the other, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. He feared what would happen to Heero if Duo was very ill for very long.

Jerking up suddenly Quatre looked around the room. It took him a few minutes but he found what he was looking for. It took him a few minutes for him to remember the exact setup, for it had been a long time since he had done this, but soon he had things set to his liking.

After looking at the low table with it candle and small bowl of water, Quatre turned and went into his room. He returned after a few minutes, dressed in a simple white outfit and carrying a small throw rug.

He carefully arranged the rug on the floor in front of the table and then slowly knelt down on it. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and remember the precise wording of the opening chant.

Suddenly, it was all there. Every move, every word, flooding his head. Murmuring softly, Quatre began a ritual as old as his people.

As he started his opening chant, he carefully lit the candle, then dipped his fingers into the bowl of water. First he ran his damp fingers across his forehead then made an x across his chest.

"Please, Great One, giver of life and protector of all, hear my plea. Forgive me for forsaking you for so long, but please understand why I have not been able to honor you in the manner in which you should be. I live with those who do not understand our ways. Do not be angry with them, they simply are different. I fear I do not understand them even after all these long months of living with them. I do not even know if they have their own ways of honoring you or not.

"I have come to you to ask that you lend your strength, not to me, but to my friend. He is called Duo and he is very ill. I beg that you find it in your heart to guard him and help to make him well. He has been a good friend and guide for me and I do not wish to see anything bad happen to him.

 "I know that you will do what must be done, but if my little plea means anything I would be most grateful. You are the wise and all knowing one. Please, do not take my friends from me. I…. I need them to guide me through the trip that is my life. There is so much I do not understand and so much I have yet to learn. They have already taught me much, but I feel there is more for them to show me.

"But if it is his time to join you on the Great Ride please know that he will not make the journey alone. The man who he calls master he also calls lover. He is known as Heero and he will not let Duo leave without him. Guard them both, for I do not think one is whole without the other."

Quatre close his eyes and bowed his head once more. "Please, do not take them yet."

He didn't see the figure standing in the doorway behind him. Without making a sound, Trowa slipped silently from the room.

Moving down the hall he sat down in the first chair he had found. He hadn't realized that Quatre had rituals and ceremonies that he had been unable to perform because of the changes in his life. He remembered the comfort that Heero had taken in those little rituals when he had first come to Macir. He should have asked, should have made sure that Quatre was still allowed to do at least some of the things that were his people traditions. He shouldn't have eradicated every little bit of home from Quatre's life. Maybe if he had been more feeling and understanding Quatre would have had a little bit easier time of it.

Trowa sighed and rested his head in his hands. Was it too late to set some things right?

***

After Quatre had finished with his prayers he set to cleaning the room from one end to the other. Somehow, the simple ritual that had so been a part of his life growing up had made him feel better.

Now if only he could come up with something to help Trowa relax a little.

Suddenly a conversation that he'd had a couple of months ago with Duo popped into his head.

***

Quatre watched as Duo buzzed around the room, cleaning up things and general straightening up the room.

"I wish that the Council meetings were done," Quatre murmured.

Duo turned to look at him. "Why?"

"Trowa hasn't been sleeping very well. I go in every morning to find his bed a complete disaster. I think these meetings are really getting to him. He is very tense."

Duo grinned at him, before coming over and flopping down next to him. "Why don't you do what I do when Heero's really tense."

Quatre was afraid to ask, knowing how Duo was, but he rose to the bait anyway. "What?"

"First you give him a really good massage."

That doesn't sound too bad.

"And than a really good blowjob."

Quatre turned beet red. "I knew there was a catch."

"Come on, it works great. Relaxes him every time."

"Duo, I don't think….."

"You know you want him, and you know he's never gonna make the first move. So you're gonna have to do it."

"Duo!"

Duo suddenly threw up his hands. "I'm gonna be an old man before the two of you do anything." He jumped back up and began pacing the room. "It ain't that hard." Duo grinned at the double meaning in his words. "Then again… Just give him a back rub, and then a front rub and then a …."

"Duo!"

Duo blinked. "You're turning all red."

Quatre could feel his ears burning. "Am not."

"Quatre, it's really easy. All you have to do is get him hard, which won't be to…. Difficult. Then pretend it's a piece of candy or something and suck on it till he comes."

Quatre had put his hands over his ears. "I'm not listening. I'm not listening. I do not hear a word you are saying. Amir cor sin dal mis molame non denso……"

Duo looked at him for a minute, before falling back on the bed laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "Oh I don't believe you," he gasped.

Quatre just turned redder.

****

Even remembering that conversation made Quatre start blushing. Oh, could I even keep a straight face long enough to do it. And how would Trowa react. Quatre you are not seriously thinking of…. Oh, no, I am. No. No. I couldn't. Trowa would….. I… Duo, this had damn well better work. I don't know what else to do. Maybe just the back rub. No front rubs or any other kinds of rubs.

Quatre sighed. He could not believe he was even thinking about doing it.

With another sigh, he turned and started preparing Trowa's bed for his return.

****

Trowa was very surprised to walk into his room late that night and smack into what seemed to be a setting from one of his more steamy dreams. There was dozens of candles burning every where and the doors to the balcony were open, allowing a soft breeze to drift into the room, causing the flames to flicker and dance.

"Quatre?" Maybe he should get while the getting was good.

"Good evening, Master, I hope everything went well this evening." Quatre's quiet voice came from behind him.

Trowa turned to find Quatre standing behind him, a small bottle in his right hand. He was dressed in a simple white tunic with a matching pair of loose pants.

"Quatre? What is going on?"

A small smile graced Quatre's lips. "I thought you could use a bit of relaxing, Master. Why don't you lie down on the bed and we'll get started."

Trowa almost choked at Quatre's words. This is not happening. I'm dreaming. I'll wake in a few minutes, alone and fustrated.

Quatre simply continued to smile innocently at him.