Warning: There be lemon ahead. You know the rules.

Golden Lights Part Forty Six

By SilverLady

"Quatre?"

Quatre pressed gently on Trowa's back, forcing the unresisting man towards the bed. "I know that these meetings have been very tiring and stressful for you, Master. I thought that perhaps a massage would help you relax and rest better tonight."

"But that's not necessary."

"Master, that is what you bought me for, isn't it? To tend to your needs. I do believe that you need to relax and rest. You cannot do that if you are so very tense and I do not believe that just lying down is going to help. It will be all right. Duo taught me everything I need to know about giving massages."

I'll just bet he did. "Quatre, I'm fine. I really don't need…."

Quatre gave an extra push, causing Trowa to fall onto the bed. "I will take care of you, Master. Just relax." He turned and carefully poured some of the warmed oil he had prepared into a bowl. Turning back towards Trowa he began to remove Trowa's shirt.

"What?!" Trowa yelped.

"I cannot give you a massage when you are still dressed, Master. Besides, those clothes are very constricting and must be very uncomfortable. You will feel better once you are out of them."

Trowa groaned as Quatre continued to remove his clothing. Although a massage sounded good right now, the thought of having Quatre running his hands all over him was… too enticing. He could already feel his body beginning to stir and Quatre had done nothing more than remove his shirt.

Quatre sighed to himself as he looked at the broad expanse of Trowa's back, before reaching out to pull at the waistband of Trowa's pants. He frowned a little, though, when Trowa remained still. "Master, you have to raise your hips a bit if I am to remove your pants."

"That's not necessary."

"I know your leg pains you greatly, Master. I have seen you limping. I cannot do a full massage if you do not allow me to remove all of your clothes. Certainly there is nothing wrong, Master? I have unclothed you many times before. Why does this time disturb you? I am only seeing to your needs, as is my duty."

Trowa sighed, then lifted his hips to allow Quatre to remove his pants. He was going to regret this, he just knew it.

Quatre nodded to himself, before dipping his hand in the oil. Trying to remember what Duo had told him about massaging tense muscles, he began. Carefully and slowly at first, but with growing confidence as he familiarized himself with the motions he rubbed his hands across Trowa's body. He enjoyed the feel of tight muscles relaxing beneath his gentle touch.

For long moments there was silence as Quatre worked his way down Trowa's back, finding and kneading each tense group of muscles. He had been right, Trowa was far too tense to be very comfortable. He just hoped he could follow through on all of his plan.

Finally he slid his hands past Trowa's waist and onto the smooth flesh of his buttocks.

Trowa jumped a little at the touch of Quatre's hands on his butt. He'd managed to relax and ignore what Quatre's hands had been doing up to that point. But the feel of those soft hands on his rear had him responding instantly.

But before he could say anything, Quatre's hands were moving on, massaging the tight, sore muscles of his legs. Breathing a sigh of relief, he relaxed again.

He had almost drifted off when he heard Quatre's soft voice. He didn't say what I think he just said. "What?"

"You have to turn over, Master. I cannot finish your massage while you are lying on your stomach."

Turn over? Trowa muffled a groan. His body had reacted much more strongly to the feel of Quatre's hands on him than he had realized. He was hard as a damn rock and Quatre wanted him to roll over.

Quatre tugged on him. "Please, Master. Roll over."

And get an eyeful? Trowa sighed. Maybe if I just pretended like nothing is happening he'll ignore it. He's been very impersonal about the whole thing so far. This probably hasn't affected him one bit. Oh hell, he's the one insisting on the whole stupid thing. Let him have his eyeful. With an almost angry huff, Trowa rolled over. He closed his eyes so he couldn't see Quatre's reaction to the view he was giving him. He really didn't want to see that flat, impersonal look that Quatre would probably give him

Quatre barely managed to contain his smile as he saw how his ministrations had affected Trowa. So far everything was working out. He made note of Trowa's closed eyes and was a little relieved. He knew that Trowa wasn't asleep yet, but he really didn't want Trowa to see what he was going to do.

Getting some more oil, he began again.

Trowa kept his eyes closed as Quatre began working his hands across the muscles of his chest. The feel of Quatre's hands on him were like something from one of his steamy late night dreams and yet…. He didn't want to scare the boy, so he lay still and did nothing to act on the feelings stirring inside him. He would just have to relieve the results of this little session later, after Quatre had retired to his room.

Trowa was so busy trying to not react to Quatre touch, that at first he didn't even realize when Quatre's hands left his body and the blonde's lips touched his swollen manhood.

He gasped and his eyes flew open when his cock was suddenly engulfed in a hot moist tunnel. He stared down at the shocking sight of Quatre going down him, taking his entire cock into his mouth. "Quatre?!" he groaned.

Quatre looked up and slowly let the hard flesh slide from his mouth. "It is all right, Master. I will take care of things." Then he sucked Trowa back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen head as he did so.

 Trowa moaned and fell back, gasping at the feeling of Quatre's mouth on his most intimate of parts. Oh hell, where did he learn to do that? What has Duo been teaching him?

Quatre smiled a little as he ran his tongue up and down the hot hard flesh. He was trying very hard to remember all the things that Duo had done to him in the cell that one time and hoping that Trowa would enjoy them. So far it seemed to be working, for Trowa was arching his hips and moaning.

Gathering up his courage, Quatre leaned forward a little, letting the hard flesh slip deeper into his mouth. He gagged a little a he felt it press against the back of his throat, but with a concentrated effort he managed to relax his throat muscles enough that the head of Trowa's erection slid into the tight channel of his throat. Pulling back after a moment, he repeated the process, finding it much easier the second time.

Trowa could nothing but gasp at the feelings coursing through him. Though he had dreamed about this more than he cared to admit, the reality of what Quatre was doing made those dreams pale to shadows. He wasn't sure what had possessed Quatre to suddenly do this wonderful thing but more that a little bit of him enjoyed it immensely.

He tightened his grip on the sheets as the fire in his groin burned hotter. He wanted nothing more that to grab that golden head and hold it still while he pounded his aching flesh deep into the hot wet mouth that surrounded him, but he didn't want to hurt or scare the boy, so he just clung to the sheets and tried to survive the ride.

Suddenly Quatre did something that threw Trowa over the edge and into the most blinding climax he had ever experienced. With a muffled shout, he erupted into Quatre's mouth.

Trowa's climax caught Quatre by surprise and he almost choked when the first stream of fluid hit the back of his throat, but he recovered quickly and swallowed as much of the hot fluid as he could. It was a little bitter in the back of the throat, but he ignored the taste and let it flow down his throat.

With one last soft moan, Trowa collapsed onto the bed, totally spent.

Quatre let the softening flesh slide from his mouth as he sat up. Without taking his eyes from the form in front of him, he reached for the towels he had left by the bed. With soft stroke he cleaned up both Trowa and himself, smiling as he noticed that Trowa seemed to have fallen asleep.

I guess Duo was right. A good massage and a good blowjob will do wonders to relax him.

With a soft sigh, he curled up at the end of the bed and waited for Trowa to recover. He wanted to be sure that he had done everything right. Plus, he wanted to bask in the feeling of being near Trowa for a while longer.

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Trowa awoke with a soft gasp. He'd had the most disturbing dream, but it was something he was growing used to. He couldn't believe he had dreamed that Quatre had given a wonderful massage and then an even more wonderful blowjob. His dreams were growing steamier by the day, it seemed.

With a groan of frustration he sat up and then froze when he realized that there was something at the end of his bed. Shifting slowly, he was able to shift enough to see what it was.

He gasped and sat back quickly when he realized that it was Quatre, curled up asleep at the end of his bed. What is Quatre doing sleeping at the end of my bed? It was a dream, wasn't it? Quatre didn't really…

Very slowly Trowa lifted the light blanket that covered him and realized that he was not dressed in his sleeping attire as usual, but completely naked. Cast a quick glance at the bed side table showed him that the bowl of oil was just where Quatre had placed it.

Shit. It wasn't a dream. It really happened. Quatre did give me the most mind blowing blowjob I've ever had.

Suddenly Trowa felt a heavy weight on his chest. He couldn't believe he had let Quatre do it and how much he enjoyed it. He had to get out of here and think. He had to clear his head and figure out what to do.

Moving very slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping figure at the end of his bed, he got up and grabbed his pants from the floor. He hurriedly dressed and headed for the door. Pausing as he reached for the door he looked back at the sleeping form. With a sigh, he opened the door slight and slipped from the room.

As the door softly closed, Quatre opened his eyes. Did I do it wrong, Master?

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Trowa sighed as he rubbed his arms. Although he had been walking for nearly an hour his mind was still in turmoil and he had come no closer to a decision on what he should do. A part of him wanted to go back and finish what had been started, but another part was fiercely against it.

Trowa was so deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even see that cloaked figure that slipped up behind him until it was far too late.

A knife was pressed against his throat, its dark red gem gleaming in the moonlight light as a soft voice hissed in his ear. "Greetings, Prince Trowa. I've been waiting a long time to catch up with you. Don't move or I'll slit your pretty throat right here."

Trowa froze. The killer. But how…

A soft laugh in his ear caused a shudder to run through him.

"Finally, you will pay."