Shinigami's Song Part 5
Relena sighed happily in her bubble-bath. The plan was coming together nicely, and her guilt could be absolved. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the warm water. Bubble baths never failed to perk up her spirits. ~Hmmm... operation 'find Heero' completed...~
"Ninmu Kanryou." She tried to keep a straight face, but ended up in a fit of giggles anyway. No one could say Heero's phrase quite like him, its silly even trying. ~Operation 'Reunite lovebirds' pending...~
Relena blew a small bundle of bubbles off her hand and watched it float back onto the mountain of bubbles in the tub. "What to do with them once they are together..." She leaned her head against the cool tile of the wall and stared off into space. "They should definitely be left alone..." a pink blush that had nothing to do with the warm water rose in her cheeks as she imagined just how much 'catching up' they had to do.
"That's it! She snatched her cell phone that had been sitting on the counter by the tub. "Hello... Pargan? I need a favor..."
~*~
Quatre's eyes fluttered open and he nodded wordlessly. He couldn't seem to form words around the lump in his throat.
"Good. Because I'd hate for you to miss this." Trowa softly chuckled into his lover's ear before raining small kisses all down his smooth jaw and throat. When his mouth reached the studded collar that encircled Quatre's neck, Trowa playfully tugged on it with his teeth. He then continued licking and kissing his way down to the junction where Quatre's neck met his shoulder while his hand stroked the blonde boy's stomach, side and hip in slow teasing stokes.
Quatre, lost under the assault of Trowa's tongue and hand mindlessly arched his body up into his lover, trying to gain attention to where he wanted it most, but Trowa had yet to even accidentally stroke his constrained erection.
Finally Trowa seemed satisfied with the string of red marks that were now scattered over Quatre's neck and upper chest. He continued his kisses down to Quatre's breastbone, right above the bikini top.
~*~
Then Trowa ran his hand that had been increasingly tormenting Quatre, up over his body and around to the clasp at Quatre's back. Quatre eagerly lifted his back to accommodate his lover's hand, and then with a deft movement of Trowa's fingers, the top was off, revealing Quatre's delicately defined chest.
Trowa quickly bent down and captured one erect nipple in his mouth gently nipping at the nub with his teeth until he heard Quatre's stifled gasp. He looked up and frowned at the almost pained expression on Quatre's face. He was squeezing his eyes tightly shut and biting his lower lip trying to keep silent.
"No slave." Trowa brushed a finger down Quatre's cheek. "I want to hear you. I want to hear you gasp in pain." Trowa bit his lover's nipple a little harder than before. "I want to hear you moan with pleasure." He then licked the same spot as an apology. "I want to hear you hiss and pant..." He began running his index finger slooowly down Quatre's body beginning at his lips. "I want to hear you beg and plead..." The blonde boy watched as the finger traveled down his chest and over his stomach, drawing closer to the place he wanted it most. "... and maybe, just maybe, I'll listen." Quatre's breathing was coming in short rapid gasps as the finger slowly encircled his navel and halted. "Well slave...?"
"Please Trowa!" Quatre arched his body desperate for Trowa's touch.
Trowa smirked as he played innocent... well, maybe not innocent. "'Please' what Quatre?"
"Touch me! Lower... please Trowa!" The blonde boy sobbed in frustration as the hand still did not move. "I'm begging you! Trowa-MASTER, please!"
Trowa's smirk softened into a smile. He finally slid his hand down to Quatre's crotch and massaged him through the tight bikini bottoms. "I'm not a cruel master, you have pleased me well tonight, and I believe it is time for your reward." He ran his hands over Quatre's bikini clad bottom. "Is this what you want? Do you want me inside of you?"
"Yes!" Quatre's eyes shone with unshed tears of gratitude. "Yes master, please! I need you!"
Trowa quickly sat up on his knees and hooked his thumbs under the elastic of the bikini bottoms and pulled them off an ecstatic Quatre. Finally Trowa looked down on his lover, who was naked and squirming helplessly, just the way he loved to be- It never ceased to amaze Trowa that his Quatre, though he looked like an angel, could be quite a hentai. He loved it.
Normally, Trowa would torture Quatre like this for hours before finally giving them both release... perhaps sucking him until he was about to explode, and then stopping. But tonight neither was in the mood for teasing. Trowa placed three fingers on Quatre's lips, and the blonde boy fervently sucked them into his mouth, covering them thoroughly in his saliva. While Quatre was busy, Trowa used his other hand to place a pillow under Quatre so the smaller boy wouldn't be uncomfortable. For all their play, Trowa didn't want Quatre to be even the slightest bit uncomfortable if he could help it.
When his fingers were slick enough, Trowa withdrew them, and replaced his fingers with his tongue. While keeping Quatre occupied, he moved his hand down to the boy's parted thighs. He ran a slick finger over the puckered opening before sliding a finger inside.
Trowa steadily worked one finger past the strong muscle, then a second, and finally a third, keeping alert for any signs of discomfort from Quatre. Quatre, however, was responding enthusiastically, thrusting up to meet the intruding fingers with increasing force. When Trowa found the spot he'd been searching for, the small lump inside Quatre that would drive the blond wild, Quatre did just that.
Quatre practically screamed into Trowa's mouth as he pressed harder against Trowa's fingers seeking release. Trowa, however, did not want his pretty slave to come... not yet.
He removed his fingers, and then quickly knelt between Quatre's parted thighs. "Look at me, slave."
Quatre wrapped his pale legs around Trowa's body. "Please... now!"
Trowa steadily guided his shaft into Quatre's lubricated hole grinding his teeth. He tried to concentrate on something not so tight... so hot... so amazing as the feeling of being inside of his love.
Finally he froze when he was completely inside Quatre. He could not move, or even breathe for fear of coming too quickly. When he finally calmed down a little, Trowa gave in to the angel that was whimpering beneath him. He set a slow agonizing pace, guaranteed to drive Quatre, if not himself, out of his mind.
~*~
Quatre would have none of that teasing, he tightened his legs around his lover's waist. "Trowa-ah-ahh-ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" His cry reduced itself to helpless pants as Trowa thrust harder into him. Every time he entered, Trowa hit that spot within Quatre that reduced him to nothing but a body of pure sensation.
Everything became so much clearer and simpler for Quatre when he was with Trowa like this; the feel of his skin on silk bed sheets; the cold metal cuffs encircling his wrists; the chain of the handcuffs, slick with sweat, that he could hold onto; his straining erection caught between Trowa's hard stomach and his own; until finally the feel of Trowa stroking deep inside of his body becomes all he knows.
Compared to the smell of Trowa's hair, the taste of his sweat, the feel of his body, the sound of his moans, and the sight of his face when he comes, the war between the colonies and Earth suddenly seems less important. Much less, and he'd known it from the first time they'd found each other in an old, run-down safe-house.
Trowa trailed a hand down Quatre's chest, and reached between their bodies to gently squeeze the blonde's erection. He brushed his thumb over the sensitized tip. "Do you want to come, slave?"
Straining up to meet Trowa's thrusts and hand, Quatre whimpered vulnerably.
"Do you?" Trowa stroked him once firmly, but it was still not enough.
"Y-yes! I can't take it anymore!"
Trowa quickly sped up his pace while pumping the smaller boy's erection to the same rhythm. It wasn't too long before Quatre howled in his release and a puddle of semen formed on his stomach and chest.
Seconds later Trowa emptied himself into his love, collapsing onto his elbows so not to crush the smaller boy.
"Are you ok, Quatre?" Trowa reached up to press the release button on the cuffs. At any time Quatre could have freed himself. Trowa also reached for the washcloth on the bedside table and cleaned them both up before allowing himself to be pulled down along side Quatre.
"Oh yes, Trowa!" The blonde pressed his thighs together feeling the warmth Trowa had left inside him. He pillowed his head on Trowa's shoulder and brushed some brown hair out of his face. "I love you, Trowa." Then his eyes closed, and Quatre fell asleep soundly, secure in the arms of his love.
~*~
Well after Quatre was asleep, Trowa traced his fingers over his lover's innocent face. "I love you too Quatre." He closed his eyes with a sigh. ~Maybe some day I'll be able to tell you that.~
TBC...
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