Waking Up In Vegas

Chapter Twenty Four

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The entire ride home, Heero stared at his hands, ignoring Relena's coy attempts to tempt him into conversation. He just couldn't at the moment. There were too many things circling round his brain. He could remember Jezzy's bright smile. Her smile and her eyes... those were the things he remembered most; those were the first things he noticed about her.

She'd been a scrawny little thing when they first met. Pitifully small, her hair a raggedly cut mess... but her smile showed a warmth he'd seldom seen... and her eyes a soft mature glow... a determination.

He remained silent, thinking things over as they made the drive to the hotel, as they went up the elevator, down the hall... it wasn't until they reached the door to Relena's room that the silent tension between them finally broke.

Relena jerked Heero into the hotel room behind her, slamming the door and rounding on her friend. He'd been almost distracted all night, and at one point he'd looked like he'd seen a ghost. She never saw that much reaction from Heero to *anything*.

"What the hell was wrong with you tonight?" She demanded, blue eyes flashing.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Don't give me that crap, Heero Yuy. I know you better than that. You looked like you'd seen a ghost or something."

"I did," Heero muttered under his breath. And he was still coming to terms with it himself.

"What was that?" Relena asked. Heero wondered whether he should tell Relena what he knew... what he'd found out.

But no... it would only serve to worry her. He would need to tell Quatre, but Relena did not need to know.

"Nothing," he lied. "I've just got alot on my mind at the moment. I... I need to go to Tennessee. Tomorrow at the latest.

Relena looked at him. "You mean 'we', right? You're not going to see Quatre without me tagging along."

"i'm not going for a social visit," Heero stated. Relena stared, then realization hit her.

"You know something I don't," she surmised, glaring. "And you've decided that you're not going to tell me. Am I right?"

He nodded. "Yes. you're right. And No... I'm not going to tell you. Relena... lots of people could get hurt. You, me, Quatre..." Jezzy, he thought, "This thing is not what we thought. It's bigger. Something is afoot, and if you knew what I know, you'd be in even more danger than you already are. So please... don't ask me to tell."

Relena observed him. Heero rarely asked for anything. And certainly not in such a pleading tone of voice. Something was very wrong, and he felt it put her in danger.

She sighed, and gave in. She reached out and brushed her fingers through his hair in an affectionate gesture. "Heero... I trust you. If you say I shouldn't know... then I trust you."

Heero leaned into the touch, just barely. He knew she meant it as a friendly gesture and nothing more, but it didn't help him wanting it to be more. So when her arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, he held her... as a friend.... and nothing more.

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Green eyes laughed at him as he trudged his way down the worn path.

"Are things here always so.... outdoorsy?" Quatre asked. "I mean... horses and flowers and this...." he didn't mention the cliff Delana had taken him to. He swung his arms to ecompass the the trees around him. This time Trowa did laugh aloud.

They'd left Cecilia and Howard's not long ago, after a early lunch. Things had settled down, though not very much had been accomplished. Well, aside from the fact that Quatre now seemed much more comfortable with Duo and Wufei than he had before.

It had been Delana's suggestion that they take it easy for the afternoon... and then Duo's suggestion that swimming would be a perfect break from the early summer sun. Trowa had put two and two together, and had happily drug his husband behind him through the woods on Cecila's land.

The path was well worn from years of use by the Maxwell and Barton children, and the occasional visiting family or friends. But if the knowing smirk on Duo's face was anything to go by... the two would not receive any interuptions today.

"Oh.... wow...." Quatre whispered. The treeline abruptly gave way, to a short stretch of bank, and a wide creek. The water looked to be waist deep and crystal clear all the way to the pebbled bottom. Quatre heard the babbling of the creek, and saw downstream a ways where it bubbled shallowly over a few boulders then tumbled down across a rock ledge. A few fallen leaves floated gently by, declaring the soft current of the water.

"Beautiful, eh? Duo and I discovered this back in elementary school. I'm not sure, but I think it's where Wufei proposed to Duo."

"That's adorable," Quatre autimaticallyr eplied before going back to gaze at the area around him. The bank sloped gently, covered in soft spring grass, and the tree limbs branched out to shade most of the creek, leaving a wandering line of sunlight down the center.

"It is beautiful," Quatre said. It looked exactly like some magical glade from a fairy tale. Any moment now, a unicorn would come by to drink the cool water; or a water nymph would rise from he crystal depths.

Trowa grinned, slipping off his shoes, and pulled his shirt off over his head. Quatre blinked. Trowa in turn laughed at the bewildered expression on his husband's face before slidding both jeans and boxers down his lean legs, then dashing into the water with a smooth, fluid dive.

Quatre just stood there......

"Pardon?" he asked, confused. "But did you just....."

"Yup," Trowa laughed cheerily when he surfaced. "You gonna join me?"

Quatre eyed the water warily. It reached around Trowa's chest... deeper than he'd originally thought.

"So you coming or not?"

"You expect me to get naked in the middle of the woods and jump in a river?"

"Creek, not river," Trowa corrected. "But... yeah. You've never gone skinny dipping?"

"No I have not. And I've certainly never swam in a *creek*. Trowa, there could be fish and snakes and other things off in that water."

"Oh, there most certainly are. But the fish in this part of the creek aren't big enough to bite you. If you're still enough, they might nibble your toes, but they don't bite. And moving about scares the snakes away! Come on, Quatre. Nothing's going to hurt you. You're not afraid are you?"

Quatre glared at Trowa. Did the man know that the insinuation he was afraid would make him do it. From the laughing gleam in those verdant eyes, Quatre could only guess that Trowa knew *exactly* what buttons to push.

Quatre glared and unbuttoned his top, taking it extra slow, adding in gracefulness to the movements. If he had to get in the water, then Trowa would be damn well be hot and bothered by the time he did! Green eyes narrowed on him as Quatre slowly slipped the shirt down his arms, hands slowly going to the button of his pants. Quatre refrained from grinning as he completed the impromptu little strip tease, standing on the bank in his full glory for a few moments before slipping gently into the cool water.

"ohhhh..." he hissed. "That's cold."

"This creek is feed from the mountains. It'll stay pretty cool for another month."

Quatre grinned, and splashed at Trowa as he slipped fully into the creek. He was up almost to his neck before he could feel the smooth pebbled bottom under his bare feet. Smiling, he made his way towards his husband.

"Whoop!" Quatre had underestimated the slickness of the bottom and stepped on a very slippery rock, his feet sliding out from under him, the move effectivly dunking himself under water for a moment before he righted himself, with Trowa's arms now on his shoulders... steadying him.

"It's slick," Trowa warned.

"No shit, Sherlock," Quatre muttered. Well... at least it didnt' feel so cold anymore. But now his hair was plastered all around his face.

Trowa chuckled. "You look like a drowned kitten, *Cat*."

Quatre glared. Oh, that was war. Nobody said he looked like a drowned kitten and got away with it. He lifted his hand and pushed Trowa's wet hair up and out of his face. "Aha!!! You *do* have two eyes! Sometimes I wondered."

Trowa laughed, but Quatre slipped even closer, and suddenly Trowa wasn't laughing.

"Ohh.." Trowa gasped, feeling warm hands on him in the cool water. The warmth that shot through him against the coolness of the water made him tingle, like an electrical shot. Quatre smirked.

"I'd like to see what you can do while you're awake, *husband-mine*," he said.

"Ahhh," Trowa whimpered as the meaning of Quatre's words hit him like a sledgehammer. Oh dear, he thought. He'd seen a bit of the vixen in Quatre this morning. When Quatre let his inhibitions slip and let his inner personality out... he was insatiable. They were now back to the way it was earlier. Before Midii. Calm, comfortable. Like they *belonged* like this, together.

When Quatre's lips touched his, Trowa wasn't surprised. Nor was he surprised when Quatre easily took control, leading the kiss. No. Because Trowa wasn't resisting or fighting. He gave as much as he received, but he had no problem handing over control to the blond. There were few people Trowa trusted... but he found that this man was among them.

Trowa gave in and let his hands drift to hold Quatre's hips. Asserting himself just a little, he coaxed Quatre to wrap his legs around Trowa's waist. Both hissed at the resulting friction.

Trowa moved. Walking them quickly towards the bank, laying Quatre gently down on the warm ground. Both shivered... from the air hitting their chilled skin and from the contact between them.

Quatre smirked up at him, then kissed him again... and again... and again. Trowa's fingers feathered light touches down Quatre's bare skin, exploring the body beneath him.

"You'd better be planning on following through," Quatre hissed when Trowa yet again by-passed his weeping erection. Trowa grinned.

"Tease," the blond cursed.

"I love you," Trowa said simply. Aqua eyes met emerald... and the whole truth was shining in those crystal clear depths. Quatre's face melted into a soft smile.

"Love you, too. Now how about showing me how *much* you love me?"

Trowa laughed at the insatiable businessman.

"Your wish is my command," he remarked, and began to kiss his way down the pale, exposed body. He took his time, exploring and finding every little secret of Quatre's body. When his lips found Quatre's cock... he didn't stop this time.

"I've never done this before," Trowa said quietly, letting his breath waft across the weeping tip of Quatre's manhood. "So you'll have to tell me if I do something wrong... or right."

"Only thing you're doing wrong is *teasing* me," Quatre cried, pushing his hips up. Trowa chuckled, and went back to his ministrations. He kissed up Quatre's length, ran his tongue around the head. All the while, Quatre was panting and moaning beneath him.

"Good," Quatre managed. "So good... Trowa..."

Trowa smiled, dipping his tongue down in the slit. He wasn't quite sure yet of the taste. It was bitter, a bit salty... but completely and utterly *Quatre*. Judging by the soft sounds coming from Quatre, Trowa surmised that he couldn't be doing anything terribly wrong, and used instinct to guide him... doing what he knew *he* would like. He licked and nibbled, sucked. He ran his tongue along Quatre's sac, then back up the length of his erection.

Under his lover's enthusiastic ministrations, Quatre knew he couldn't last long, and so he didn't fight it. He let the tidal wave crash over him, washing him in that bright, euphoric feeling.

"Amazing," Quatre sighed, coming back down from his high. He blinked against the lethargic-ness that seemed to want to seep into his bones, and smiled up at his lover. "Your turn?" He asked, moving to roll Trowa off of him.

Trowa moved, laying on his side and pulling Quatre flush up against him. "Not now, love. Tonight..." He'd seen the momentary sleepiness in the blond's eyes. Trowa had an inkling that sleeping all night was not something Quatre was used too; he didn't figure that Quatre got enough sleep in his 'normal' life...

And he was bound and determined to rectify it, at least while Quatre was here in his life.

"Just sleep."

And in the cool shade on the bank of the stream, Quatre gave in to the soft command, and fell asleep with his lover watching over him.

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Hazel eyes watched in confusion as the brown haired girl left the store. It had been a long time since she'd seen Midii. So why was the girl back? Now of all times? When the store was once again quiet, she pulled out her cell and hit the speed-dial.

"Emm?" Sei's voice came through.

"What is Midii doing here?"

"Midii? Trowa's Midii?"

"Yes... how man 'Midii's do you know?"

"Hmm. I have no idea why she's here. But that would complicate things, yes... though maybe for the better; if she comes between those two, it might serve our purposes. I'll have to check with Luna. She will probably know if this is more than a coincidence."

"I don't like Luna," Emily said. "She's bad news.. that Soris is too."

"Unfortunately they're my step-sisters," Sei replied. "Which means that we have to deal with them both. And Mum confirms that Dermail is in the states. I hope we're wrong about him, though. Things just keep getting more complicated."

Emily laughed. "The beginings of world wars are rarely simple."

Sei sighed. "And at this rate... it seems that is exactly where we are heading...."

AN: O.O Say WHAT!?!?!?!?! WAR!?!?!?!?! OMG!!!!

LMAO. How's that for yet another one of my twists? Truthfully, though... how many of you saw that coming? Oh, and this chapter is of course dedicated to AnimeChan123... just because I LOVE LOVE LOVE picking on her!