EDOS: I thought up my next fic today! I'm so excited! Of course I'm going to finish this one first else wise I'll get distracted, and that would never do.

Anyway I don't own GW.

Quatre snuggled deeper into the warm cacoon of blankets and Trowa, sighing to himself, he hadn't been this happy in a long time.

"Morning Angel."

"hmmmm, morning Trowa."

Quatre looked up at him placing a chaste kiss on the others mouth.

"Trowa?"

"hmmmm?"

"were going to tell people about us right?"

Trowa sat up slightly so he could get a better look at the Arabian boy. His normally expressionless face creased with a frown.

"Of course why wouldn't we?"

"It just…that…my last boyfriend…well it got…complicated when people found out."

Trowa sat himself up completely, propping himself against the headboard, pulling Quatre into his lap.

"You mean when Milly found out?"

Quatre nodded wrapping his arms around Trowa pressing his face to the Europeans bear chest.

"Milly is dangerous Trowa…he's very persuasive, and a lot of people like him, he can be charming if he wants to, and its not just him…there are others who wouldn't be happy to know I have a boyfriend."

Trowa sighed; well he'd known it was going to be complicated.

"like who?"

"Do you remember Johnny Keating from my maths class?"

"hmmm."

"And, Blaire Thompson? The stocky guy with the bowl cut."

Trowa snorted.

"Martin Triscot…and…Joel…and."

"Ok, ok I get it, half the school."

Quatre looked up at him, Trowa could tell he was upset. "I don't want to keep this a secret Trowa, but, if you don't want to get involved in this kind of…I don't know what to call it, I'll be ok with that."

Trowa smiled down at him , brushing a stray piece of hair out of his angels face.

"I'm sure I can handle a few obsessive, wannabe boyfriends."

Quatre beamed at him, his face lighting up.

Even as he said it Trowa knew it wasn't going to be that simple, but he would have sold his own soul to make Quatre smile at him like that again.

"Maxwell! If you don't…umph!" Wufie protested as the American smacked a hand over his mouth.

"Listen." He whispered

"hahaha…trowa….no…that…ah..hahaha!"

Duo and Wufie stuck their head around the door, making sure the two inhabitants of the room wouldn't notice them. Trowa was on top of Quatre, straddling the smaller boy's hips, trapping him on the bed, Quatre was writhing underneath him, laughing uncontrollably as Trowa tickled him.

"hahahah…oh…god …stop….ahahah!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to make me."

"hahahaha…fine..ah.haha."

Quatre reached up and pulled the taller boy down, crushing their mouths together.

Duo and Wufie who had watched the whole thing turned to each other and grinned.

"Well that's interesting." Duo said as he entered the room.

The two on the bed, shot apart.

"DUO!" Quatre yelled, throwing a pillow at the American.

"Oooo ya missed sorry Q-ball, by the way are you sure you haven't still got Tro's Tonsils?"

Wufie and Trowa watched as Quatre chased the American down the hallway, holding a pillow above his head, Duo holding the one that had been thrown at him.

"Well at least you don't have to worry about telling the family, I'm sure Maxwell will take care of that." Wufie stated.

"hmm, but you didn't have to interrupt."

Wufie laughed as the two of them left the room, watching in amusement as Duo and Quatre chased each other around the hallway, hitting each other with the pillows.

"Are you serious? No way!"

"Yeh I know!"

"Wait which one was Trowa?"

"That tall one, ummm green eyes. That one!" the girl said, pointing to Trowa as he walked past.

Trowa sighed; It had been like this all day, people whispering and pointing, he and Quatre hadn't meant to let people know today, they'd wanted to settle first. So how had everyone found out you ask? Well that goes back to this morning.

Flashback.

Trowa smiled down at the blonde walking next to him , giving the slender hand he was holding a squeeze. As the got closer to the school Trowa went to let go, knowing that if anyone saw them they wouldn't be able to stop everyone knowing, but before he could let go completely Quatre pulled him from public view behind an enormous oak tree. Trowa grinned down at the blonde and started to devour the smaller teens mouth, exploring every inch it, neither of them notice a red ball role harmlessly into there hiding spot, and they didn't here the voice of an older sibling yelling at the younger for losing it, and it wasn't till to late that they saw that older sibling stand behind them staring open mouthed at the two boys.

"Quatre!" The boy, decked out in their school uniform said, his eyes huge and mouth, open, slack jawed.

End of flashback

And that's how it had happened, that's how the whole school had found out that he and Quatre were together.

Trowa sighed again and continued walking down the hall.

Duo, Heero and Trowa were sitting around the fireplace in the second story lounge room. When they heard Quatre yell from his room.

Trowa was the first out of the room, as they all raced towards the sound, Trowa felt something hard hit the back of his head, he could hear shouting and fighting, then his world went black.

He felt like he was trying to move through custard, thick, custard he felt groggy and his head was throbbing were he had been hit. Trowa groaned as he tried to sit up, feeling his head protest.

"Ooow." He muttered, as he slowly opened hie eyes wincing as the bright light hit him.

"Trowa?" a hushed whisper called, causing Trowa to sit up abruptly.

"Quatre?" He called out; he looked around but couldn't see the blonde anywhere. He did notice, however that one of his writs was cuffed to a metal bar, protruding from the wall, slowly his eyes adjusted better to the room, and he realized that the room was covered in bits of paper, photo's, sketches, paintings….Trowa gapped at them, every single last one was of Quatre. The photos looked like they had been taken at night, some were of the blonde in the shower, and some of the sketched depicted the Arabian, in skimpy sex outfits, posed seductively, and in others venerably with a faceless man.

"Quatre!" he called again, louder this time, hearing something behind him, he twisted to get a better look. Quatre emerged from behind a small archway; he was dressed in a French maids outfit that was designed so that you could see the black G-string he was wearing underneath. His blues eyes were wide and puffy, signifying that he had been crying, his left ankle was attached to a long chain.

"Trowa!" the blonde ran over to him, and collapsed on to him, wrapping his arms around the taller teen, Trowa used his free arm to pull the other closer.

"Quatre, where are we?" Trowa asked, staring around the room, glaring at some of the pictures.

"I don't know...were still in the house, but, I don't know were! I've never seen this room before." Quatre's replied, his voice muffled by Trowa's chest. "Are you alright?" The blonde reached up, gently touching the part of his head where he had been hit, Trowa noticed blood on his boyfriends fingers and cursed.

"Now, now Trowa, is that kind of language really necessary?"

The two boys looked up to see

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to be continued

EDOS: Mwahahahahaha! I got you there hu?

Milly!

"Milly? What are you doing in my house!" Quatre squeaked in shock.

"Your bodyguard let me in of course." Milly said, in an almost offhanded manner, sweeping his long hair behind him.

"It was you! This whole time!" Trowa yelled. Pulling Quatre protectively closer.

"Actually no. It wasn't even my idea!" Milly laughed as Quatre's bodyguard, and a taller, well muscled man emerged

"Steven!" Quatre gasped staring at the man. "But, what… I don't…?" Trowa looked from the man the Quatre and back again, he knew he had seen Steven before, he just couldn't figure out where. Steven chuckled.

"Now, now, my pretty one, you wouldn't want to upset yourself, with all thinking."

Trowa and Quatre just stared at him.

Milly laughed at them and sauntered over, pulling at Quatre trying to pry him form Trowa.

"Let go of him!" snapped the taller blonde, tugging at Quatre again.

"Milly, that's no way to go about it." Said Steven. "Watch." Steven took out a knife that Quatre recognised all to well and placed it on the small blondes collar bone, making a shallow cut. Quatre cried out, his hands reaching to push the knife away.

"Let him go Trowa, while Milly and Terry here may not harm him, I, take great pleasure in causing him pain."

Trowa glared at him, noticing, by Stevens pants that he did indeed take pleasure from what he was doing, slowly his hands slipped away from Quatre.

Terry stalked over and pulled Quatre away from Steven, glaring at him.

"Are you insane! That's almost as bad as what you did the night I let you in his room!"

Steven just shrugged.

"It was my turn, and Milly hadn't written a note, so I didn't have a set thing to take."

Mill snorted at him.

"Since when was harming Quatre in any way part of this plan? Regardless of wether or not I wrote you a letter?"

Terry coughed. The two men looked at him and smiled, Steven walked over to Trowa.

"Sorry buddy, but you didn't listen when you were warned. Quatre isn't yours." Steven lifted his fist and punched his in the head; Trowa's last thought was, so that's what hit me before.

To be continued…..

EDOS: so I bet you all want to know what connection Steven has with your little kitty kat hu? Well your just going to have to wait and see.