Captive


Quatre woke just as the sun starting to edge it's way across the sky. Trowa's arm had been thrown around his waist some time when they were sleeping, and their legs were as entangled as ever.

He felt sticky. Quatre shifted, disliking the feel around his... upper upper thighs. Well, he thought, it's been a while since I felt like this. Still, the native Trowa had been very flexible. Quatre grinned, stretching in a sated manner. Ah well, enforced celibacy had never suited him.

Wait a minute, Quatre frowned. There was something, something that he was forgetting, something about volcanoes...

He snapped upright, back rigid. Staring sightlessly at the wall for a moment, before he burst to his feet. He had to escape! Flee from these native before they sacrificed him to their god!

It was then that Quatre screamed. Later he insisted he bellowed manfully, but Trowa had snickered, and Quatre was forced to tickle attack him, Winner style. Turned out, in one spot, pressed just right, Trowa squealed like a girl... until it turned into a husky moan. Quatre made sure to memorise that spot very carefully.

A hand was grasped around his foot. Bending down, Quatre was afforded a sleepy, rather manic grin of the green eyed native. "No... You can't leave yet," the smile deepened, "Wait till later. Everyone can watch then."

Quatre tugged at the hand. It didn't budge. Damn, those muscles that he had appreciated so much last night, were now restraining him with such fevour that it was almost disheartening. Unless, of course, your actual life depended on getting away from deranged heretical lunatics who wanted to sacrifice you to appease their god.

"This is ridiculous! Surely someone you just... ah, engaged in intercourse with, and yes, well, you can't believe that I should be now sacrificed!" Quatre blabbled out, kicking his feet, hoping to score a hit in Trowa's face. This was beyond embarrassing

Trowa tilted his head to one side and shrugged. "It probably won't be permanent, Treize is notoriously fickle."

"How can being sacrificed, not involve something permanent? You're going to throw me into a volcano! A red, hot volcano! I will sizzle, and be crispy..." Quatre suddenly felt that struggling should be intensified.

"What are you talking about?" Trowa asked patiently, blinking in confusion.

"You're going to kill me! Like a virgin sacrifice or something," Quatre mumbled.

"You're certainly no virgin," Trowa pointed out.

"Yes, but, you're going to throw me into the volcano, and then I'll die! Come on, I'm sure we can reason something out of this situation..." Quatre pleaded, trying to throw himself on the ground and begging to be saved.

"... What? Where did you get that idea? Quatre," Trowa said, smiling that smile again. "You will be merely given to Treize. Don't worry, he will most likely be bored of you soon enough, and then we can resume our activities."

"So I'm not going to be roasted over a spit?" Quatre asked, believing that the question desperately needed to be answered.

"No..."

"Ah, well, good. I feel so much better now. You know, Trowa, maybe if you explained it in a better context then I'd be less... "

"Hysterical? Mad? Inane?"

"Odd," Quatre murmured tightly, lips twitching and then jumped when the drum beating started again. "Um... why is that happening?" Maybe they weren't killing him, but he was still a hostage, Quatre reasoned.

"Treize, our god, must be coming."

"Huh... what? Now?" Quatre snapped to attention.

"Yes, I believe so," Trowa stretched lazily, peering under long lashes at Quatre.

"Oh," Quatre shifted, suddenly aware that Trowa had let go of his foot a long time ago, and his struggled had creased to exist. "Shouldn't I get dressed?"

"I wouldn't bother," Trowa said wisely.

Turned out that Quatre didn't have any time to get dressed, because the hut... well it wasn't a door, more like a flap, was brushed aside and a tall man entered, his reddish hair glistening from the early morning sun.

"This can't be true..." Quatre murmured dazedly. "You're not - "

"Well, isn't this interesting? Quatre, it's been a long time," Treize drawled, eyes roving Quatre's naked body.

"Treize! And Duo told me you were dead... I can going to kill him when I see him next." Then his eyes narrowed, "Wait... the god! You're the god, Treize?" Quatre exclaimed.

One debonair eyebrow was raised towards Quatre, and Treize chuckled. Quatre was not liking how this was going...