Lucifer, the fallen angel

Saturday, June 27, 1998 10:00:01 AM

Notes: All disclaimers apply. This will be lemon and gayish. Understand that and back out if you want to. This is my fic and I have the right to create whatever settings I desire. If you don't like it, it's not really my problem.

Trowa had been wondering what he should do. Afterall, there hadn't seemed to be any problems lately. He could, maybe, have some fun… A wicked thought came into his mind and he brushed it off. He couldn't do that! Quatre may be kind hearted, but afterall he was a guy, and he really was worried. Still, he could not help thinking about Quatre.

Quatre looked so beauitful, like a frail girl. He smiled to himself. He really was adorable… What soft blue eyes… Though sometimes they seemed so lonely. What else he liked about Quatre was the nice platinum gold hair, so light that from a distance it would look white. Quatre was kind hearted and really caring… He was always there whenever he needed company, and Quatre himself seemed like some sort of rare treasure.

Thinking about Quatre made Trowa happy, and he wondered what would he do. He was not really desperate, and he remembered Duo. He wondered how Duo was getting along with Heero, and dismissed the idea. Heero seemed not to care about Duo, at least not in that manner. He sighed, Duo was really heart broken at that, but he never told anyone about how he really felt.

Trowa never thought of himself as gay, however. He never thought of gays as gays. Some of them loved beyond limit, who could even love a goldfish at that. Some of them became gays just for fun, others because of their past. He never thought of Duo as gay, and he respected those who would be willing to be called a gay just for love. His first crush was on a kingdergarden girl, but he went on, and they never met again. So maybe he was no gay, but a bisexual.

Debating with himself was pointless, he thought, and Quatre suddenly appeared in front of him, making him jump in shock. The shock turned to welcome surprise and he gave a short twitch to his lips. That was all he ever allowed, one way or another. Quatre smiled at him, seemingly knew that he was welcome.

"You seem to be thinking about some things…" Quatre looked enquiringly at Trowa, who felt a faint blush coming.

"Not really… Just thinking about what I would like to have for lunch, if I'm given the chance."

"You never thought about anything like that. Today's a special day."

Trowa smiled again, and Quatre could have sworn that he seen it. He blushed violently. Trowa almost never smiled for anyone else, and he treasured it.

"Wonder what would happen if…" He trailed off.

"What would you do if I die?" Trowa suddenly cut in.

"I…"

"We've killed so many people…"

"I don't know." Somehow Quatre seemed disturbed by the idea. "Don't even think that… Trowa."

Trowa said nothing, but looked at Quatre. Quatre would have cared about his death, he was sure of it.

"Don't think such dangerous thoughts, Trowa." Quatre seemed pained by the idea. "You will live, I know."

Without a word Trowa pulled Quatre close and hugged him. Quatre gasped in surprise.

"Trowa?"

"Thank you…" With that Quatre could speak no more as he was embraced with Trowa's kiss. He responded, hesitantly. "Quatre…" Trowa whispered as soon as their kiss broke, but only for a moment.

"Trowa…" Quatre's eyes were glazed. "I…"

Such was the pain that he felt. "No more words, Quatre. I'm leaving." With that, he stood up from the serene park and started away. His hand was gripped by the arabian pilot.

"You're not leaving." Quatre looked at him with determination. "You're staying."

Trowa's eyebrow arched in surprise. "Quatre?"

Quatre stood up, and returned his hug. "I was worried, Trowa. But now… Arigatou."

Trowa returned with equal pressure. "I love you."

"I love you too… Trowa."

With that, their lips met and Trowa felt Quatre's tongue in his mouth, carressing his insides. Trowa returned the kiss and ran his fingers through Quatre's beautiful silk gold hair. Quatre's hands dug into his back in pleasure, and Trowa half opened his eyes.

To see Quatre's tears. He stopped abruptly, and Quatre opened his eyes to meet Trowa's.

"Quatre?" Trowa held the young pilot's shoulder, and his head.

"Trowa… Just that… I…" The young pilot's fists tightened their hold on Trowa's back, and looked down. "I'm scared."

"Why?" Trowa asked.

"I've never done this before, Trowa. I…"

"I haven't, too." Trowa tilted Quatre's chin up, so that their eyes met.

"I… I don't know whether it's right."

"If you don't think it's right, we can always get married under a convenant when you're ready. I will wait."

"But…" Quatre started. "It just doesn't seem right. I mean I'm a guy…"

"It's as right as it can be. Love has no limits, but if you think…"

Quatre looked into Trowa's eyes and realised how deep was his love. "I don't know… It's just happening too fast for me."

"I'll wait." Trowa replied, "Till you're ready. Even if it takes years, or decades…"

"I have never believed," Quatre replied, hands gathering Trowa into a hug, "That people our age can know true love. But I've realised that we actually can. Thank you, Trowa."

"No… Thank you, Quatre."

They resumed kissing, and Trowa moved a hand to undo Quatre's button. Quatre put an hand to stop him, and broke the kiss. "Will you make a convenant with me?"

"Yes. If you desire so."

Quatre looked sadly at him. "Say you'll remember me always, beyond death shall we part, in both spirit and in body."

"I'm afraid I can't. I can't say in body beause one of us might die."

"Stop that deadly thoughts, please. If you die, I won't live as well."

"Very well, I'll remember you always and we shall never part in both soul and body." Trowa said. "I swear in the name of my Lord that I will stay with you forever… And I mean it."

"Arigatou… Trowa, and in the name of my Lord will I swear the same thing unto you." Quatre smiled, and unbuttoned his own shirt. Trowa tugged at his own, too, and Trowa kissed Quatre's nose, eyes, and rubbed his ears, one by one. Quatre moaned despite himself, and shut his eyes. Trowa moved his head so that he was kissing Quatre's ear and Quatre could feel Trowa's wet teeth brushing against his ear.

Quatre moaned again, and Trowa traced his way down to Quatre's chest. His lips found Quatre's nipple, and he sucked and licked it, and it erected itself. Quatre moaned again, and Trowa did likewise to the other one, making Quatre arch his back.

His hands moved to undo Quatre's belt, and wriggled him out of his clothes. With a soft smile he kissed him, around, avoiding his semi-erection, and Quatre emitted another groan as pleasure radiated from his groin. Quatre struggled to sit up, but Trowa's touches were too powerful. Heat flushed his face and he lay writhing on the fallen leaves.

Trowa looked up, with care on his face, wondering if he had hurt the delicate boy. Quatre looked at him, eyes flashing wildly with both fear and need. Trowa nodded, and parted his legs slightly. Quatre flushed deeper as heat traveled up. Trowa parted his legs more and more, and began to lick the boy's wet tip. Quatre cried out in pleasure as it hit him, and he uttered, "Trowa…!"

Trowa continued licking it, kissing, biting, and then proceeded to put it into his mouth. He waited, and Quatre's semen came into his mouth, violently. Quatre screamed, his cries echoing in the dense forest. Dots appeared at the edge of his vision and disappeared.

"Trowa…" Quatre whispered, now that it was all done, exhausted, yet thirsting for more.

"Quatre." Trowa looked up at him, eyes searching, skin wet from sweat. Quatre managed to sit up, a smile writing his lips, perspiration dripping from his brows, on his chest, limbs…

Afraid. The word was still written on his emotions, mingled with desire, pleasure and love. He took Trowa in his hands, and kissed him, hesitantly at first. He looked into Trowa's eyes and fell into dark green depths of fire. He trusted Trowa. Burning hot. He kissed him, slowly putting more passion into the kiss. More and more… Their kiss became unstopable, growing, all love and passion put into that kiss.

"Trowa…" Quatre moaned loudly. "I…"

"Qua… tre…" Their kisses became unstoppable and burnt hotter and hoter with each breath, each touch. Quatre felt his fear subsiding, to be replaced by love and passion. He loved Trowa, and wanted to express it so much.

His hands felt their way to Trowa's nipples, and began to carress them. Trowa moaned in pleasure and Quatre began to kiss his face, his forehead, his lips, everywhere, leaving some unrecognisable wet patterns on his sweat-slicked skin. His kisses grew more and more frequent as they reached down to Trowa's neck. Trowa threw his head back, moaning in pleasure.

"Quatre." There was a pleading note in Trowa's voice. He nodded, and traced his way to the pants, extracting a soft moan from Trowa, pulled his pants down, together with the underwear, eager hands revealing his penis.

"Trowa…" Quatre's hands moved around it, carressing, his mouth, his lips, his tongue kissing.

"Don't stop…" The larger boy pleaded, and Quatre parted his legs, put his mouth around it and sucked gently. Seeds came out, finally, and Trowa's cries could almost be heard in a distance.

Both of them lay panting, bodies pressed against each other, and Trowa kissed him again, not so much with passion, but more with the expression of love. He kissed Quatre again, and again, and Quatre was not sure whether he could take it once more, after his mind being bombarbed with ecstactic pleasure. But he responded, for he felt very much the need to let it go again.

Trowa's hands lost their way on his chest and wandered to his stomach, over to his lower part of the groin, and his feather light touches grew in rhythm and he licked Quatre's semi-erect sex. Quatre felt his legs pressing against the ground as warmth danced up from between his legs to his spine. Trowa pressed both hands against it, stroking, and Quatre squirmed against Trowa's hands. Finally, he erupted and lay gasping on the floor.

Trowa blurred back into his view again and he saw him give a small smile. He felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier, and he was worn out from all the pleasure. "Arigatou…"

Trowa resumed smiling. He kissed the smaller boy on the lips, and on the forehead. "Ai shiteru…" He whispered, and fell asleep, all earlier thoughts of death gone, the tranquility of the forest singing along with their love.

The End!

3:41:30 PM Saturday, June 27, 1998

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