Date: Sat, 15 Nov 1997 21:38:19 -0800 (PST) From: Sally Po Add to Address Book Subject: [fic] Gunpowder and Metal This is a sort of strange fict I just posted on GWML. Sorry for the spam, you guys who are also on GWML.... This takes place while Quatre and Heero are in the Cinque Kingdom. Somewhere mid-late September of AC 195 Sally ------------ Quatre paused in his typing and stared outside. The moon was a thin crescent, often obscured by the clouds that raced by. It had been raining earlier. His eyes burned with unshed tears as he hid his face in his hands. << Trowa..... Where are you? >> He missed those beautiful green eyes. His calm aura. He could picture the tall pilot. The graceful set of his lean, muscled body. Quatre could remember his scent. Earthy. Of sawdust. Of gunpowder. The feel of Trowa's body against his. The other's arms wrapped about him protectively as they slept. Somewhere deep down inside, Quatre was afraid that he'd never see the other pilot again. << It's all my fault... Trowa.... Please come back to me... >> He swallowed, resting his head against his arms, and closed his eyes. << Maybe... something will come up soon. I'll just rest for a little.... >> Heero frowned as he walked by. The light was still on in Quatre's room. << He's going to exhaust himself if he keeps this up. >> thought Heero as he tested the door. It was unlocked. Quietly, he peeked in. Quatre lay asleep at the desk. A single tear glistened on his cheek. Heero shook his head, walking quietly over. << Good... he's asleep. >> He turned off the computer monitor and carefully picked up the sleeping boy. Quatre stirred but didn't awaken. "...rowa..." he mumured, resting his head against Heero's chest, rubbing his cheek against the thin tank-top. Heero froze, his heart pounding. << Don't get involved. >> He calmed himself and carried Quatre to the bed. Slowly he pulled the blanket up to cover the blonde-haired pilot. Heero gently brushed away the tear that still shone wetly on Quatre's fair skin. "T-Trowa?" asked Quatre waking up. "It's me. Go back to sleep." Quatre sat up, blushing. "Heero..." "Go back to sleep. It's late..." "I- I have to finish that search." "I'll do it. You should sleep." "But..." "Go to sleep," said Heero firmly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I can't sleep... I keep seeing his face... Heero... What if-" "He's out there somewhere." "Y...you think so?" "He's a gundam pilot. We don't go down easily." Quatre nodded slowly, another tear tracked it's way down his face. Heero brushed that one back too. "Cry yourself out." Quatre clung to Heero, burying his face into the Japanese pilot's shirt. Heero smelled faintly of gunpowder... of metal... << Just like Trowa... >> though Quatre. His hands tightened around Heero's neck as he shifted and started nuzzling Heero in the neck. Heero froze. What was Quatre doing? He swallowed, trying to ignore the tingling sensations that accompanied the trail of kisses. << Don't get involved. >> he thought to himself, slowly pushing Quatre away. Heero had no desire to hurt the boy, but Quatre refused to be budged. "Heero...." Quatre whispered, as he kissed him on the lips. Heero's eyes widened, as he felt Quatre's seeking tongue probe his mouth. << He's not seeing me... He's seeing Trowa. >> "Quatre. You don't know what you're doing." "Yes, I do..." said Quatre as he pushed Heero down and straddled him. His hands pulled Heero's shirt up and he slid his cool hands along Heero's sides. << So like... Trowa.... >> thought Quatre as he leaned down and started to tease Heero's nipples. << It would be so easy to push Quatre off >> thought Heero. Yet he didn't. He couldn't find the strength to do so. He grit his teeth, trying to deny the sensations running through him. Quatre's hands didn't remain idle as he fumbled, trying to remove those spandex shorts. Heero caught Quatre's hands and pulled the blond haired pilot so that he lay right on top of him. "You're serious about this?" asked Heero, staring into Quatre's eyes. Quatre nodded miserably, his voice still choked with tears. "I can't help myself...." "Get your own clothes off then...." answered Heero, releasing his grip on Quatre. He pulled his tanktop off and dropped it onto the ground. Quatre, delirious with joy, couldn't comply fast enough. The feel of another body against him. The faint scent of gunpowder and metal. << So shy... >> thought Quatre as he slowly lapped at Heero's neck. "Is this your first time?" he asked. Heero was silent. Quatre took it to mean that it was. A small smile appeared on the blonde haired boy's lips. Heero's eyes snapped open as he felt something warm and wet engulf his penis. << !? >> What was Quatre doing? Quatre was... sucking on it. Heero had never felt anything like it before. He closed his eyes biting his lip trying to keep from moaning. He felt as if he was being drained of all his energy. << Must... resist.... >> Quatre realised that Heero's body was tense, as if struggling against the feelings. "Don't resist me..." whispered Quatre. "Try to enjoy this..." Quatre lifted the other boy, bending Heero until his knees nearly rest against his face. Heero froze trying to figure out what Quatre was doing. He blushed, as he felt Quatre's tongue touch his sphincter. The Arabian pilot's hand slowly played with his penis, teasing it, stroking it. Heero balled his hands into fists, his fingernails biting into the soft flesh of his palm. << Mustn't get involved... >> he thought as he drew in a shuddering breath. Deep inside, Heero knew it was too late. His body was on fire. Burning with need. Filled with sensations he'd never felt before. A low moan escaped from his lips. He felt like he was going to explode. Perhaps he was.... but he had never felt this alive before. Quatre turned him over, so that his ass was sticking up in the air. << What next? >> wondered Heero dully. His heart was pounding, his head and sex throbbing at the same pulse. Something pushed against his sphincter and he automatically clamped down against the intruder. "Don't do that..." said Quatre softly. "Relax...." Heero complied, wincing as Quatre's member worked its way in. Quatre paused, letting Heero relax a little more before pushing in a little more. This went on, until Quatre had managed to impale himself fully against the Japanese pilot. Then slowly, Quatre began to move in and out. Long slow strokes. Heero moaned. It hurt a little at first but it quickly turned to pleasure. Quatre's hands were still busy playing with him as he floated on the cloud of pleasure. It took him higher and higher as he struggled to breathe. Heero dangled on the precipice, trembling as he felt something hot explode within him. Then he felt himself release, exquisite to the point of pain. Quatre stared down at Heero, and blushed. "I...I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." Heero propped himself on his elbows, his blue eyes gazing at Quatre. "Do you feel any better?" "I... I think so." "Good..." The Japanese pilot leaned over the bed to pick up his clothes. Quatre caught hold of Heero's other arm, holding onto it for dear life. "Heero... stay with me... just for tonight? Please?" Heero was silent for a moment before turning to look at Quatre. << It wouldn't be so bad... >> he thought letting go of his pants and turning back to gather Quatre in his arms. << He cares for Trowa... but for tonight... >> Heero gave Quatre a faint smile and gently kissed the other boy on the forehead. "Mission acknowledged." Quatre broke into a radiant smile as he cuddled up againt Heero. Somehow... the future seemed a little brighter now. -=========================================================================- Odin: What are you looking at? The hated universe that robbed you of everything? Or you who have no identity? Jr: Why have we come to this colony? Odin: To abandon you..... Odin Lowe and Odin Lowe Jr (aka Heero Yuy) - Endless Waltz Novel pt.1