geez, finally...
Dec. 20th, 2004 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
words_unravelAll right, I finally finished this damn thing...my first little piece of gw fanfiction, written expressly for my own perverse pleasure in torturing myself and for meritjubet as part of the GW Yaoi/Yuri Wedding Ficathon
Title: Distraction
Author: prettykitty_aya
Pairing: 4x1 (go Quatre!)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Hah! That’d require me actually having SEEN any of this anime yet…*looks at empty bank account*…soon, must get it soon…
A/N: This is a gift for meritjubet as part of the GW Yaoi/Yuri Wedding Ficathon. She asked for a spirited discussion, fire and red wine. Well, I don’t know how much of a discussion they have, but they do shout at each other…kinda…
Oh yeah, this is my first GW fanfic, so…try not to be too harsh with me. *puppy dog eyes* Please?
* * *
Heero was doing it again.
Quatre sighed. He absolutely hated it when the other man shut himself off like that. It meant he was uncomfortable with some feeling he was having, and they’d worked so hard in the last five years since the war to get him to open up, relax, enjoy life and the emotions that’d been repressed for so many years.
So it hurt Quatre, those rare times when Heero purposely cut himself off.
Of course, he thought, remembering their current mission for the Preventers, I’d probably shove my feelings in a big, deep well, too if I were him. Quatre dragged his attention back to the person standing in front of them.
“-glad to have you as guests! We’re looking forward to your ceremony, it will be absolutely lovely, trust me. You’ve also chosen the New Aspen Suite, as well, correct? It’s one of our most popular rooms, very grand, with a large fireplace, nicely understated décor. I'm sure you will enjoy all of its...amenities.” Quatre smiled weakly as the man winked at him, then looked over at Heero.
Nothing. Not a single emotion.
Once again, Quatre fervently wished Duo had been available for this particular mission. Or even Trowa. But no, Duo and Wufei had been deep undercover in another particularly nasty case, one which Une had insisted held a much higher priority than this one, and Trowa was on sabbatical, visiting his sister and the circus.
So he’d gotten Heero instead.
And once again he wondered how in the hell they were supposed to convince anyone they were a couple, let alone a couple so in love they’d decided to get married? Quatre sighed again, quietly, staring intently at Heero’s profile, their host’s words a hum in the background of his thoughts.
Abruptly, Heero turned, looking directly at him. Quatre felt something twist in his gut.
He was almost used to it by now. Should have been, anyway, since it had been happening for about six years now. It occurred even more frequently since they’d received the orders for this mission.
He knew what it meant, that little twist, and he’d been working real hard to push it away. Attraction to his colleague, although fairly appropriate for the situation they were in, would not help them complete their mission. It would be too much of a distraction. Heero turned his gaze back to their host and after a moment, Quatre did the same.
Definitely a distraction.
* * *
“Heero, I really don’t think we’re going to be ab-“ his words of doubt regarding their ability to carry off this mission were cut off as Heero abruptly shoved him against the closed door, burying his face in Quatre’s neck. He had a moment to think how perfectly Heero's frame fit into his own. They'd all grown in the last five years, Trowa still the tallest of the five, but Quatre, suprising everyone, had managed a respectable six feet.
“What…?!” He tried not to moan, feeling the other man’s breath hot against his skin.
“Room may be bugged.” The words whispered against his ear. Shit, was Heero trying to kill him?
“Ah…” He had to work really, really hard not to make that sound of affirmation not come out like a moan. After a moment when Heero didn’t move away, he asked tentatively, “Heero? Why are you…?”
“There are cameras as well, Winner. The lines outside the building are hidden well, but I recognized them immediately.” Heero shifted against him, their hips brushing. Quatre could feel his body react to the touch, knew he needed to move before Heero found out just how happy his body was to have him on this mission.
Pushing against the other’s shoulders, he said loudly, “Now, Heero, you know we’re waiting until after the ceremony….”
He decided a cold shower was in order.
* * *
Steam filled the bathroom, thick and heavy. Quatre had decided to forego the cold shower idea, instead deciding it would be best if he could get the distraction out of his system. So, turning the heat high, he’d set about doing so.
Leaning against the tile with one hand, the other wrapped around his erection, Quatre panted softly. It felt so good, that friction, as he stroked his fingers up and down. Allah, he could just imagine Heero’s mouth there, surrounding him.
Hot. Wet.
With a small moan, he leaned forward, resting his head against the wall, increased the pace of his fingers. Yeah, he could just imagine pushing Heero to his knees, making him slide his heated flesh between those beautiful lips. Have him make Quatre slick and ready, before he’d flip the chocolate-haired agent onto his knees and push into him.
That image, technicolor sharp in Quatre’s mind, nearly pushed him over the edge. Gritting his teeth against the shout building in his throat, he stroked harder.
“Winner? How much longer are you going to be in the shower? The ceremony is in 45 minutes.”
“Allah...!” Nearly falling over at the other man's voice, only a few feet away. Damn! He'd been so close.
He stuck his head around the shower curtain, “Ah, Heero, how long have you been in here?” He could feel color creeping across his face.
Heero just looked at him. Quatre thought he saw a flicker of interest as the other man’s eyes quickly swept over the exposed flesh of Quatre’s exposed chest before turning away, but it was probably just wishful thinking.
“Ah…Heero?” He turned back to Quatre, waiting. “Are there any...you know, in here?”
“No. I've done a preliminary search and they seem to be restricted to the-“ A muscle twitched in his jaw, “-bedroom.”
Oh. That presented a few, ah, interesting problems for this evening..
“Heero?”
“What, Winner?” A slight hint of exasperation.
“Just for the integrity of our mission, do you think you could try and call me something other than ‘Winner’?” He knew referring to the mission would get his attention. “ We are supposed to be in love.” The muscle twitched again, and Quatre felt a flash of irritation, frustration from the other man.
“Fine.” The blond agent waited. “…Quatre.”
Smiling broadly, happy to have felt again, some emotional response, he asked Heero, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
Heero just grunted a response, and turned to leave again. “Heero?” Quatre would swear the other man growled as he turned back around. “What, Win-Quatre?”
“Ah…nothing.” Quatre stepped back, sticking his head under the water again, sagging against the wall as he heard the door close. Do you think you could help me get rid of six years of sexual frustration so we can get married in order to break up a possible underground pornography ring?
Quatre wanted to cry, he was so frustrated.
* * *
They were standing, facing each other, and all Quatre could see was Heero’s mouth.
It was too full, too lush, he thought, for someone like Heero. But yet it suited him, a single softness in such a hard young man. But that wasn’t true. Quatre had felt many emotions from the other man in the five years since the end of the last war -- happiness, sadness, confusion.
But Heero was back to hiding from him. Again.
They’d made it through most of the ceremony, each now wore single gold band around the third finger of their left hand, each had spoken words of commitment and trust. And for a moment, Quatre had let himself get lost in it. It would be so nice, he’d thought, to be the one who’d earned love from someone like Heero Yuy. To break through that shell, to be the one that was wanted, needed.
Wishful thinking, Winner. It’s rude not to pay attention to your own wedding.
Quatre pulled his gaze from Heero’s mouth to waiting blue eyes. The seemed to be expecting something. He glanced up to their host, receiving a nod towards Heero.
Oh. Time for the kiss.
He turned back to Heero, thought he saw a flash of uncertainty, felt a flash of…something, before it was quickly shut away. He looked down at those lips again, felt his own curve up.
Well, if this is the only time I get to do this…might as well make it good.
He reached out, sliding a hand into the hair at Heero’s neck, stepping in closer. With a gentle tug, he pulled the other man towards him, saw Heero’s eyes widen slightly as he bent his head.
Quatre brushed his lips lightly across Heero’s before settling firmly back over them. He tugged on the lower one before reaching his tongue out to sooth across it. It must have startled Heero, who gasped at the light touch.
Taking advantage, Quatre slid his tongue inside, exploring slowly, teasing. He felt hands clutch at his waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss, slid his hand around the other man’s neck. Heero’s tongue came out to play, the two battling. Quatre felt himself growing hard against the other man, felt the same reaction in Heero.
“Ahem.” The quiet cough had him breaking away. He noted that Heero was having as much trouble breathing as him. He turned to look up at their host, who was grinning madly at them.
He’d tasted so sweet.
* * *
They’d been escorted back to their room. Inside they found the fireplace lit, gently warming the room, and a bottle of wine, uncorked with two glasses, waiting. Walking over, Quatre poured a glass, noticing the other items on the cart. Glancing over at Heero, he said in amusement, “Well, I do believe I’ve never seen such a varied collection before. Which do you prefer, Heero, strawberry or cherry-flavored?”
“What the hell was that about, Winner?”
Confused, Quatre felt the smile slip from his face, “What?”
“That…in there. What the hell do you think you were doing?”
“Kissing you? It was part of the ceremony, Heero. If I hadn’t it would’ve blown our cover. You knew this would probably be part the mission.” Quatre was starting to get angry. “Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem while it was happening.”
“You could have made it simple, Winner. You didn’t need to stick your tongue down my throat for the ‘integrity’ of the mission.” Quatre’s eyebrows raised at the vehemence in Heero's voice. Why was he so angry?
Quatre moved across the room towards the other agent, each step slow and deliberate. He saw Heero’s jaw clench again and he looked away from the advancing figure. He was nervous. Quatre knew this suddenly with complete assurance, without the aid of his empathy.
Heero was nervous. Of him.
He stood there, in front of Heero, and just watched the light from the fire play across the other’s face. He’d always thought Heero was beautiful, even as kids during the war, a part of him had been drawn to the other man. But now, as adults, he was downright stunning. Quietly, he said, “Heero.” Reluctantly, the other man finally met Quatre’s eyes.
“Why are you blocking me? You haven’t done that in…in years.” Quatre reached out to place his hand on Heero’s shoulder, but the other man jerked back. That hurt. Quatre didn’t really want to let himself know how much. He dropped his hand back to his side, and turned away, “I think it would be best if we slept out here, " A short bark of laughter fell from his lips, "Maybe they’ll think we couldn’t make it back to the bedroom.”
“Winner…”
Quatre whirled back around, quiet fury snapping in his eyes, “My name is Quatre, Heero, Qua-tre!”
“I know what your damn name is, Winner!”
“Then fucking say it, Heero! Why the hell can’t you just say it then? I hate it when you call me Winner!” He was practically yelling in Heero’s face. So unlike himself, but Heero seemed to bring that out in him. He was so damn frustrating at times!
“I don’t like it either! But it’s safer...” Heero shut his mouth abruptly, cutting off his own words and looking away.
“What-“ Quatre’s question was never completed as Heero turned away, slamming the bathroom door closed behind him, effectively ending their conversation.
Quatre was stunned. Heero had just done, what could most definitely be called turning-tail and running. Heero never walked away. From anything. What was going on in that head of his? Quatre sighed heavily, anger gone. He walked over to the wine, poured a glass and downed it all in a single gulp. Then he poured another and did it again.
Yes, definitely unlike himself.
* * *
Quatre woke up, disoriented, before remembering that he’d fallen asleep on the couch, slightly intoxicated from the wine. Heero had finally come out of the bathroom, face like stone, not speaking. Quatre had kept his own mouth shut, wanting to apologize, then angry at himself for it.
It was dark now, the fire the only light, casting flickering shadows throughout the room. Where was Heero…? He saw him, laying on the floor in front of the fireplace, and Quatre felt a wave of relief flow through him. He didn’t really think Heero would leave, but then, Heero wasn’t exactly acting like normal. He rose, silently making his way over to the sleeping figure. He sat down near the other man, careful not to wake him.
He was so achingly beautiful.
The thought hit Quatre again, hard. His cheeks were lightly flushed from the proximity to the fire, chocolate-colored hair splashing against the cushion he must have taken from one of the chairs. An empty wine glass was setting a few inches away from one outstretched hand. Quatre looked over and saw a second empty bottle next to the one he’d drained.
That was interesting.
Quatre had never known him to drink. Apparently it was a special occasion. His mouth twisted, Great, I’ve driven the man to drinking. Which, when he thought about it, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It meant Heero was having an emotional response to him. He turned back to look at Heero again. This time his attention was caught by the firelight flashing off the gold band around Heero’s finger.
He lifted his own hand to stare at the matching ring around his own finger. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of his name. Startled, Quatre looked down at Heero, but the other man was still fast asleep. Thinking he’d imagined it, Quatre nearly jumped when his name fell like a sigh from Heero’s lips. A small moan had Quatre’s pants becoming very uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Quatre heard Duo in the back of his mind all of a sudden ...always die trying, man, always die trying...He nearly laughed out loud.
What the hell. They’d find his corpse in the morning and Heero would be long gone by then anyway.
Quatre moved to lay alongside the other man, watching him for a moment before leaning forward to place a light kiss on parted lips. He waited but Heero didn’t awaken. He went back for another taste, longer this time, but still chaste. This time Heero sighed, lips trailing as Quatre pulled away. A hand came up, seeking, and fingers splayed across Quatre’s chest.
It burned. He could feel each finger, every part, through his shirt.
This time when he kissed Heero, he used his tongue to tease, to taunt, until Heero responded, hungrily. Quatre shifted closer, placing a hand on Heero’s waist. The hand that had been resting on his chest came up to tangle in blonde hair, tugging slightly. Quatre, taking the unconscious hint, pushed him gently onto his back.
Quatre let his hand wander, drifting over the taut planes of Heero’s stomach, up the smooth skin over his ribs, until finally his fingertips caressed a small, tight nipple. At the touch, Heero’s back arched, and a cry fell against Quatre’s lips. He pulled back, saw that Heero was still asleep.
“Quatre…” A soft sigh. A jumble of emotions touched Quatre, mad tangle of lust, desire, need. And it was all for him, he knew it again with that earlier certainty. Heero wanted him.
Suddenly Heero was pulling away, even in his sleep, emotions becoming distant. No! He wouldn’t lose it again...He took Heero’s mouth again, ruthlessly plundering it, tasting, taking, demanding, until there was an answering response and Heero began kissing him back. He brushed that nipple again, and Heero arched into him. This time, Quatre felt the answering hardness against his stomach.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down Heero’s throat, nipping and soothing, drawing soft sounds from the back of Heero’s throat which he could feel against his lips. Pushing the shirt up, Quatre leaned down and took Heero’s nipple in his mouth. Sweeping his tongue over it, his cock fully hardening at the cry that fell from Heero’s lips. Who’d have known Heero Yuy would be a screamer? And Quatre wanted to be the one to do it, make the other man lose his precious control. He scraped his teeth across the sensitive flesh, was rewarded with another one of those precious sounds.
“Quatre….” The voice was barely recognizable, so full of need, it sang in his ears. He looked up to see those blue eyes open, staring at him, lust-filled and slightly dazed. The body beneath his shifted restlessly, hips thrusting up, needy, “…please…” His own body was aching now, so ready.
He reached down, undoing the snap and sliding the zipper down carefully. Quatre looked up watching the play of emotions, as he slipped his hand down to wrap his fingers around Heero, stroking once.
He was rewarded with a shout, and almost overcome as a flood of desire washed through him. Heero’s desire. All barriers were gone, and Quatre could feel how much Heero wanted him. It was faintly overwhelming and he stroked again, harder. Running his fingers over the tip of Heero’s erection, he smeared the leaking pre-come down the shaft, his strokes becoming quicker.
Heero’s breath was coming in pants now, mindless little sounds of desire tripping one after the other over his lips. Quatre leaned up, taking Heero’s mouth again. He was close, Quatre knew, but before he could finish it, an iron grip on his wrist stilled its movements. He pulled back from Heero’s mouth to meet intense blue eyes.
“No.” The word was firm, insistent. Quatre was about to protest when Heero said, “I want you inside me when I –“ It was there Heero stumbled, unable to complete his request. Quatre nodded once, before releasing him. He’d started to get up when a hand stopped him again, “Where-?”
“We need, ah, lubrication, Heero…” The staff had provided them with a generous selection and Quatre had been about to get some. He nearly fell over when Heero placed a tube in his hand.
“I prefer strawberry-flavored, ” Heero stated quietly, in answer to Quatre’s earlier teasing question. Looking down at the object in his hands and then back up, Quatre smiled, “So do I.”
* * *
Quatre awoke again. This time to a hard body against his, legs tangled, a warm breath against his chest. He nearly laughed but stopped himself, not wanting to wake Heero.
Heero Yuy was definitely a screamer.
A wide smile spread across his face at that thought, only to falter when a “What’s so amusing, Winner?” was heard from the direction of his chest.
“Heero Yuy, if I hear you call me ‘Winner’ one more time…”
Heero snorted. “You’ll what?”
A few moments later, Quatre let them both up for air, saying “…You don’t want to cross me, Yuy, unless fully prepared for the consequences.” They lay there for a while before, Quatre asked, “Should we see what our illustrious host is up to today?” He paused, “But then, I suppose we would be expected to stay in bed all day…” Leaning forward to steal another kiss, he stopped, frowning as Heero stilled against him. “What?”
Silence.
Heero tried to pull away, but Quatre wrapped his arms around him, asking, “What’s wrong, Heero?”
“This- ” He struggled, “ – is a liability. Us, being together, is not…right, for the mission.” Heero looked away, stated softly, “To be involved… if my mind is not 100% on the mission, it’s just not- “ he sighed, “-safe.”
“You’re saying I would be a distraction?” A short nod in response. Quatre looked down, staring at the ring around his finger. And after a moment, a small smile lighted on his lips before he said, “That’s okay, Heero.”
Heero looked at him, not understanding. The smile grew wider.
Wiggling his ringed finger at the other man, he said, “They don’t allow spouses to be partners anyway. Afraid it would be too....distracting.”
Heero just glared at him, "Winner..."
"I warned you..."
~ owari ~
Quatre: I sound like Duo in this fic, you realize that don’t you?
pka: *growls*
Heero: I wouldn’t mess with her. She changed her mind at the last minute,wrote a completely different fic than originally intended.
Quatre: *sniff* She should have had me help plan it. Maybe then, I would come off as a Duo-wannabe.
pka: *growls louder*
Heero: *mutters* Quatre no baka. *aloud* I’m out.
pka: *looks at Quatre, growls again*
Quatre: *nervously* Nice kitty…
so there you have it...any mistakes are of course, all mine, trust me...and a huge thanks go out to Terri the teasing terror (heh. just made that up...*runs away to bash head against wall*) for the beta...okay, i'm going to go do something i'm a little better at (maybe)...*heads off to play with Jerran*
Title: Distraction
Author: prettykitty_aya
Pairing: 4x1 (go Quatre!)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Hah! That’d require me actually having SEEN any of this anime yet…*looks at empty bank account*…soon, must get it soon…
A/N: This is a gift for meritjubet as part of the GW Yaoi/Yuri Wedding Ficathon. She asked for a spirited discussion, fire and red wine. Well, I don’t know how much of a discussion they have, but they do shout at each other…kinda…
Oh yeah, this is my first GW fanfic, so…try not to be too harsh with me. *puppy dog eyes* Please?
* * *
Heero was doing it again.
Quatre sighed. He absolutely hated it when the other man shut himself off like that. It meant he was uncomfortable with some feeling he was having, and they’d worked so hard in the last five years since the war to get him to open up, relax, enjoy life and the emotions that’d been repressed for so many years.
So it hurt Quatre, those rare times when Heero purposely cut himself off.
Of course, he thought, remembering their current mission for the Preventers, I’d probably shove my feelings in a big, deep well, too if I were him. Quatre dragged his attention back to the person standing in front of them.
“-glad to have you as guests! We’re looking forward to your ceremony, it will be absolutely lovely, trust me. You’ve also chosen the New Aspen Suite, as well, correct? It’s one of our most popular rooms, very grand, with a large fireplace, nicely understated décor. I'm sure you will enjoy all of its...amenities.” Quatre smiled weakly as the man winked at him, then looked over at Heero.
Nothing. Not a single emotion.
Once again, Quatre fervently wished Duo had been available for this particular mission. Or even Trowa. But no, Duo and Wufei had been deep undercover in another particularly nasty case, one which Une had insisted held a much higher priority than this one, and Trowa was on sabbatical, visiting his sister and the circus.
So he’d gotten Heero instead.
And once again he wondered how in the hell they were supposed to convince anyone they were a couple, let alone a couple so in love they’d decided to get married? Quatre sighed again, quietly, staring intently at Heero’s profile, their host’s words a hum in the background of his thoughts.
Abruptly, Heero turned, looking directly at him. Quatre felt something twist in his gut.
He was almost used to it by now. Should have been, anyway, since it had been happening for about six years now. It occurred even more frequently since they’d received the orders for this mission.
He knew what it meant, that little twist, and he’d been working real hard to push it away. Attraction to his colleague, although fairly appropriate for the situation they were in, would not help them complete their mission. It would be too much of a distraction. Heero turned his gaze back to their host and after a moment, Quatre did the same.
Definitely a distraction.
* * *
“Heero, I really don’t think we’re going to be ab-“ his words of doubt regarding their ability to carry off this mission were cut off as Heero abruptly shoved him against the closed door, burying his face in Quatre’s neck. He had a moment to think how perfectly Heero's frame fit into his own. They'd all grown in the last five years, Trowa still the tallest of the five, but Quatre, suprising everyone, had managed a respectable six feet.
“What…?!” He tried not to moan, feeling the other man’s breath hot against his skin.
“Room may be bugged.” The words whispered against his ear. Shit, was Heero trying to kill him?
“Ah…” He had to work really, really hard not to make that sound of affirmation not come out like a moan. After a moment when Heero didn’t move away, he asked tentatively, “Heero? Why are you…?”
“There are cameras as well, Winner. The lines outside the building are hidden well, but I recognized them immediately.” Heero shifted against him, their hips brushing. Quatre could feel his body react to the touch, knew he needed to move before Heero found out just how happy his body was to have him on this mission.
Pushing against the other’s shoulders, he said loudly, “Now, Heero, you know we’re waiting until after the ceremony….”
He decided a cold shower was in order.
* * *
Steam filled the bathroom, thick and heavy. Quatre had decided to forego the cold shower idea, instead deciding it would be best if he could get the distraction out of his system. So, turning the heat high, he’d set about doing so.
Leaning against the tile with one hand, the other wrapped around his erection, Quatre panted softly. It felt so good, that friction, as he stroked his fingers up and down. Allah, he could just imagine Heero’s mouth there, surrounding him.
Hot. Wet.
With a small moan, he leaned forward, resting his head against the wall, increased the pace of his fingers. Yeah, he could just imagine pushing Heero to his knees, making him slide his heated flesh between those beautiful lips. Have him make Quatre slick and ready, before he’d flip the chocolate-haired agent onto his knees and push into him.
That image, technicolor sharp in Quatre’s mind, nearly pushed him over the edge. Gritting his teeth against the shout building in his throat, he stroked harder.
“Winner? How much longer are you going to be in the shower? The ceremony is in 45 minutes.”
“Allah...!” Nearly falling over at the other man's voice, only a few feet away. Damn! He'd been so close.
He stuck his head around the shower curtain, “Ah, Heero, how long have you been in here?” He could feel color creeping across his face.
Heero just looked at him. Quatre thought he saw a flicker of interest as the other man’s eyes quickly swept over the exposed flesh of Quatre’s exposed chest before turning away, but it was probably just wishful thinking.
“Ah…Heero?” He turned back to Quatre, waiting. “Are there any...you know, in here?”
“No. I've done a preliminary search and they seem to be restricted to the-“ A muscle twitched in his jaw, “-bedroom.”
Oh. That presented a few, ah, interesting problems for this evening..
“Heero?”
“What, Winner?” A slight hint of exasperation.
“Just for the integrity of our mission, do you think you could try and call me something other than ‘Winner’?” He knew referring to the mission would get his attention. “ We are supposed to be in love.” The muscle twitched again, and Quatre felt a flash of irritation, frustration from the other man.
“Fine.” The blond agent waited. “…Quatre.”
Smiling broadly, happy to have felt again, some emotional response, he asked Heero, “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
Heero just grunted a response, and turned to leave again. “Heero?” Quatre would swear the other man growled as he turned back around. “What, Win-Quatre?”
“Ah…nothing.” Quatre stepped back, sticking his head under the water again, sagging against the wall as he heard the door close. Do you think you could help me get rid of six years of sexual frustration so we can get married in order to break up a possible underground pornography ring?
Quatre wanted to cry, he was so frustrated.
* * *
They were standing, facing each other, and all Quatre could see was Heero’s mouth.
It was too full, too lush, he thought, for someone like Heero. But yet it suited him, a single softness in such a hard young man. But that wasn’t true. Quatre had felt many emotions from the other man in the five years since the end of the last war -- happiness, sadness, confusion.
But Heero was back to hiding from him. Again.
They’d made it through most of the ceremony, each now wore single gold band around the third finger of their left hand, each had spoken words of commitment and trust. And for a moment, Quatre had let himself get lost in it. It would be so nice, he’d thought, to be the one who’d earned love from someone like Heero Yuy. To break through that shell, to be the one that was wanted, needed.
Wishful thinking, Winner. It’s rude not to pay attention to your own wedding.
Quatre pulled his gaze from Heero’s mouth to waiting blue eyes. The seemed to be expecting something. He glanced up to their host, receiving a nod towards Heero.
Oh. Time for the kiss.
He turned back to Heero, thought he saw a flash of uncertainty, felt a flash of…something, before it was quickly shut away. He looked down at those lips again, felt his own curve up.
Well, if this is the only time I get to do this…might as well make it good.
He reached out, sliding a hand into the hair at Heero’s neck, stepping in closer. With a gentle tug, he pulled the other man towards him, saw Heero’s eyes widen slightly as he bent his head.
Quatre brushed his lips lightly across Heero’s before settling firmly back over them. He tugged on the lower one before reaching his tongue out to sooth across it. It must have startled Heero, who gasped at the light touch.
Taking advantage, Quatre slid his tongue inside, exploring slowly, teasing. He felt hands clutch at his waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss, slid his hand around the other man’s neck. Heero’s tongue came out to play, the two battling. Quatre felt himself growing hard against the other man, felt the same reaction in Heero.
“Ahem.” The quiet cough had him breaking away. He noted that Heero was having as much trouble breathing as him. He turned to look up at their host, who was grinning madly at them.
He’d tasted so sweet.
* * *
They’d been escorted back to their room. Inside they found the fireplace lit, gently warming the room, and a bottle of wine, uncorked with two glasses, waiting. Walking over, Quatre poured a glass, noticing the other items on the cart. Glancing over at Heero, he said in amusement, “Well, I do believe I’ve never seen such a varied collection before. Which do you prefer, Heero, strawberry or cherry-flavored?”
“What the hell was that about, Winner?”
Confused, Quatre felt the smile slip from his face, “What?”
“That…in there. What the hell do you think you were doing?”
“Kissing you? It was part of the ceremony, Heero. If I hadn’t it would’ve blown our cover. You knew this would probably be part the mission.” Quatre was starting to get angry. “Besides, you didn’t seem to have a problem while it was happening.”
“You could have made it simple, Winner. You didn’t need to stick your tongue down my throat for the ‘integrity’ of the mission.” Quatre’s eyebrows raised at the vehemence in Heero's voice. Why was he so angry?
Quatre moved across the room towards the other agent, each step slow and deliberate. He saw Heero’s jaw clench again and he looked away from the advancing figure. He was nervous. Quatre knew this suddenly with complete assurance, without the aid of his empathy.
Heero was nervous. Of him.
He stood there, in front of Heero, and just watched the light from the fire play across the other’s face. He’d always thought Heero was beautiful, even as kids during the war, a part of him had been drawn to the other man. But now, as adults, he was downright stunning. Quietly, he said, “Heero.” Reluctantly, the other man finally met Quatre’s eyes.
“Why are you blocking me? You haven’t done that in…in years.” Quatre reached out to place his hand on Heero’s shoulder, but the other man jerked back. That hurt. Quatre didn’t really want to let himself know how much. He dropped his hand back to his side, and turned away, “I think it would be best if we slept out here, " A short bark of laughter fell from his lips, "Maybe they’ll think we couldn’t make it back to the bedroom.”
“Winner…”
Quatre whirled back around, quiet fury snapping in his eyes, “My name is Quatre, Heero, Qua-tre!”
“I know what your damn name is, Winner!”
“Then fucking say it, Heero! Why the hell can’t you just say it then? I hate it when you call me Winner!” He was practically yelling in Heero’s face. So unlike himself, but Heero seemed to bring that out in him. He was so damn frustrating at times!
“I don’t like it either! But it’s safer...” Heero shut his mouth abruptly, cutting off his own words and looking away.
“What-“ Quatre’s question was never completed as Heero turned away, slamming the bathroom door closed behind him, effectively ending their conversation.
Quatre was stunned. Heero had just done, what could most definitely be called turning-tail and running. Heero never walked away. From anything. What was going on in that head of his? Quatre sighed heavily, anger gone. He walked over to the wine, poured a glass and downed it all in a single gulp. Then he poured another and did it again.
Yes, definitely unlike himself.
* * *
Quatre woke up, disoriented, before remembering that he’d fallen asleep on the couch, slightly intoxicated from the wine. Heero had finally come out of the bathroom, face like stone, not speaking. Quatre had kept his own mouth shut, wanting to apologize, then angry at himself for it.
It was dark now, the fire the only light, casting flickering shadows throughout the room. Where was Heero…? He saw him, laying on the floor in front of the fireplace, and Quatre felt a wave of relief flow through him. He didn’t really think Heero would leave, but then, Heero wasn’t exactly acting like normal. He rose, silently making his way over to the sleeping figure. He sat down near the other man, careful not to wake him.
He was so achingly beautiful.
The thought hit Quatre again, hard. His cheeks were lightly flushed from the proximity to the fire, chocolate-colored hair splashing against the cushion he must have taken from one of the chairs. An empty wine glass was setting a few inches away from one outstretched hand. Quatre looked over and saw a second empty bottle next to the one he’d drained.
That was interesting.
Quatre had never known him to drink. Apparently it was a special occasion. His mouth twisted, Great, I’ve driven the man to drinking. Which, when he thought about it, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It meant Heero was having an emotional response to him. He turned back to look at Heero again. This time his attention was caught by the firelight flashing off the gold band around Heero’s finger.
He lifted his own hand to stare at the matching ring around his own finger. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of his name. Startled, Quatre looked down at Heero, but the other man was still fast asleep. Thinking he’d imagined it, Quatre nearly jumped when his name fell like a sigh from Heero’s lips. A small moan had Quatre’s pants becoming very uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Quatre heard Duo in the back of his mind all of a sudden ...always die trying, man, always die trying...He nearly laughed out loud.
What the hell. They’d find his corpse in the morning and Heero would be long gone by then anyway.
Quatre moved to lay alongside the other man, watching him for a moment before leaning forward to place a light kiss on parted lips. He waited but Heero didn’t awaken. He went back for another taste, longer this time, but still chaste. This time Heero sighed, lips trailing as Quatre pulled away. A hand came up, seeking, and fingers splayed across Quatre’s chest.
It burned. He could feel each finger, every part, through his shirt.
This time when he kissed Heero, he used his tongue to tease, to taunt, until Heero responded, hungrily. Quatre shifted closer, placing a hand on Heero’s waist. The hand that had been resting on his chest came up to tangle in blonde hair, tugging slightly. Quatre, taking the unconscious hint, pushed him gently onto his back.
Quatre let his hand wander, drifting over the taut planes of Heero’s stomach, up the smooth skin over his ribs, until finally his fingertips caressed a small, tight nipple. At the touch, Heero’s back arched, and a cry fell against Quatre’s lips. He pulled back, saw that Heero was still asleep.
“Quatre…” A soft sigh. A jumble of emotions touched Quatre, mad tangle of lust, desire, need. And it was all for him, he knew it again with that earlier certainty. Heero wanted him.
Suddenly Heero was pulling away, even in his sleep, emotions becoming distant. No! He wouldn’t lose it again...He took Heero’s mouth again, ruthlessly plundering it, tasting, taking, demanding, until there was an answering response and Heero began kissing him back. He brushed that nipple again, and Heero arched into him. This time, Quatre felt the answering hardness against his stomach.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down Heero’s throat, nipping and soothing, drawing soft sounds from the back of Heero’s throat which he could feel against his lips. Pushing the shirt up, Quatre leaned down and took Heero’s nipple in his mouth. Sweeping his tongue over it, his cock fully hardening at the cry that fell from Heero’s lips. Who’d have known Heero Yuy would be a screamer? And Quatre wanted to be the one to do it, make the other man lose his precious control. He scraped his teeth across the sensitive flesh, was rewarded with another one of those precious sounds.
“Quatre….” The voice was barely recognizable, so full of need, it sang in his ears. He looked up to see those blue eyes open, staring at him, lust-filled and slightly dazed. The body beneath his shifted restlessly, hips thrusting up, needy, “…please…” His own body was aching now, so ready.
He reached down, undoing the snap and sliding the zipper down carefully. Quatre looked up watching the play of emotions, as he slipped his hand down to wrap his fingers around Heero, stroking once.
He was rewarded with a shout, and almost overcome as a flood of desire washed through him. Heero’s desire. All barriers were gone, and Quatre could feel how much Heero wanted him. It was faintly overwhelming and he stroked again, harder. Running his fingers over the tip of Heero’s erection, he smeared the leaking pre-come down the shaft, his strokes becoming quicker.
Heero’s breath was coming in pants now, mindless little sounds of desire tripping one after the other over his lips. Quatre leaned up, taking Heero’s mouth again. He was close, Quatre knew, but before he could finish it, an iron grip on his wrist stilled its movements. He pulled back from Heero’s mouth to meet intense blue eyes.
“No.” The word was firm, insistent. Quatre was about to protest when Heero said, “I want you inside me when I –“ It was there Heero stumbled, unable to complete his request. Quatre nodded once, before releasing him. He’d started to get up when a hand stopped him again, “Where-?”
“We need, ah, lubrication, Heero…” The staff had provided them with a generous selection and Quatre had been about to get some. He nearly fell over when Heero placed a tube in his hand.
“I prefer strawberry-flavored, ” Heero stated quietly, in answer to Quatre’s earlier teasing question. Looking down at the object in his hands and then back up, Quatre smiled, “So do I.”
* * *
Quatre awoke again. This time to a hard body against his, legs tangled, a warm breath against his chest. He nearly laughed but stopped himself, not wanting to wake Heero.
Heero Yuy was definitely a screamer.
A wide smile spread across his face at that thought, only to falter when a “What’s so amusing, Winner?” was heard from the direction of his chest.
“Heero Yuy, if I hear you call me ‘Winner’ one more time…”
Heero snorted. “You’ll what?”
A few moments later, Quatre let them both up for air, saying “…You don’t want to cross me, Yuy, unless fully prepared for the consequences.” They lay there for a while before, Quatre asked, “Should we see what our illustrious host is up to today?” He paused, “But then, I suppose we would be expected to stay in bed all day…” Leaning forward to steal another kiss, he stopped, frowning as Heero stilled against him. “What?”
Silence.
Heero tried to pull away, but Quatre wrapped his arms around him, asking, “What’s wrong, Heero?”
“This- ” He struggled, “ – is a liability. Us, being together, is not…right, for the mission.” Heero looked away, stated softly, “To be involved… if my mind is not 100% on the mission, it’s just not- “ he sighed, “-safe.”
“You’re saying I would be a distraction?” A short nod in response. Quatre looked down, staring at the ring around his finger. And after a moment, a small smile lighted on his lips before he said, “That’s okay, Heero.”
Heero looked at him, not understanding. The smile grew wider.
Wiggling his ringed finger at the other man, he said, “They don’t allow spouses to be partners anyway. Afraid it would be too....distracting.”
Heero just glared at him, "Winner..."
"I warned you..."
~ owari ~
Quatre: I sound like Duo in this fic, you realize that don’t you?
pka: *growls*
Heero: I wouldn’t mess with her. She changed her mind at the last minute,wrote a completely different fic than originally intended.
Quatre: *sniff* She should have had me help plan it. Maybe then, I would come off as a Duo-wannabe.
pka: *growls louder*
Heero: *mutters* Quatre no baka. *aloud* I’m out.
pka: *looks at Quatre, growls again*
Quatre: *nervously* Nice kitty…
so there you have it...any mistakes are of course, all mine, trust me...and a huge thanks go out to Terri the teasing terror (heh. just made that up...*runs away to bash head against wall*) for the beta...okay, i'm going to go do something i'm a little better at (maybe)...*heads off to play with Jerran*
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Date: 2004-12-20 11:16 pm (UTC)Great, I’ve driven the man to drinking. - that was hilarious. I had great joy in imagining Heero smackered.
“Winner? How much longer are you going to be in the shower? The ceremony is in 45 minutes.” - I can only imagine Quatre's face at that moment.
I also liked the desciption of Heero's "lush" lips. A very nice visual picture. *grin* The mission was also and oddly appropriate I thought.
But... I don't know if they are really married or not! That could lead to some very intriguing legal issues. Oh well... Thank you.
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Date: 2004-12-21 10:35 pm (UTC)I like that description of me! And I wouldn't mind going off to play with Jerran either, dirty girl!
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Date: 2004-12-22 08:12 am (UTC)though not my fav pairing, Go, Quatre indeed! ^_~