Darkness at Dawn Part 30
Une's yawn seemed forced to everyone at the table, but no one would have dared to comment on it. "Guardians! I think today's excitement has worn me out, brother. With your leave?"
Quatre fought furiously not to blush. ~I'll get you back for this, Une! Someday I will!~
~After you're done thanking me, you mean?~ She smiled at him archly.
Quatre cleared his throat. "Of course, Une. You know you don't need to ask for permission here!"
Trowa tried valiantly to ignore the knowing grin on Lucas' face as the Dawnchild, too, stood from the table. "My lord, I believe I, too, would take my leave."
Quatre simply grinned- it was no use trying to act normal around these people. "My thanks, Lucas. You are a King of Tact."
"He has his moments, Quatre," Trowa commented dryly, a slight blush covering his face as the Dawnchild in question turned to give both of them a deep bow.
Lucas straightened and arched an eyebrow at the Earth Lord. "When you are as old as I, you know how to tell when your presence is not wanted."
Quatre was immediately distressed. "I did not mean..."
Une shook her head, though, and interrupted, "Of course not, brother, but one would have to be blind not to see or feel the connection that you and Lord Trowa share. It would be a crime to be in the way."
Lucas swept to her side and gave her a small, obviously overdone bow. "Would her Ladyship care to give me a tour of the gardens? I'm sure they are fantastic by moonlight."
"I'd be honoured to," Une replied, sparing her younger brother a final wink before allowing the grinning Dawnchild to sweep her from the room.
Quatre was suddenly extremely nervous, as he couldn't remember having been in quite a long time. Idiot! Guardians, I feel as though I've known him all my life, and I know he feels the same. So why is this so awkward?
"Quatre?"
He looked up to find that Trowa had come around the table and was sitting next to him now, leaning towards him with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright?"
The blond managed a small smile. "I'm fine! It's just... Trowa, don't you find this at all strange?"
The green eyed youth sat back comfortably as he pondered the question. "I would have, before we met Heero in that tavern and got pulled into this quest. But since then... You have to understand- I've learned through practical experience that some things just are as they are. The way I feel... Quatre, I knew the second we met on the Dream Roads. I've been in love with you ever since."
The blond's jaw flapped emptily for a second before a smile bloomed over his face. "You just knew..."
Trowa nodded, reaching over to cup Quatre's cheek in his left hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb along the man's cheekbone. "And neither Duo nor my brother have seen fit to stop teasing me about it yet."
Quatre finally laughed out loud and turned his face to kiss the palm of the hand that was caressing him. "Well... if they insist upon it... Let's give them something real to tease about, shall we?"
Trowa smiled, his heart skipping a beat. "Were you reading my mind, my Lord?"
Quatre smiled back. "Haven't I already told you..."
"Yes, Quatre, you have," Trowa said, closing the remaining distance between them and pressing his lips to the young King's.
The blond man gasped, the ability to think clearly evaporating as he found himself wrapped in a pair of strong, warm arms. The taste of Trowa's kiss was sweeter than the wine they'd drunk with dinner and far more potent, accompanied by a dizzying sense of safety in the taller man's presence.
Trowa drew him to his feet and pulled him even closer as they kissed, bodies flush against each other, arms clinging. He couldn't get enough- the blonde fit against him perfectly. A perfect match.
They broke the kiss, and Quatre smiled up into Trowa's face. "Do you... I want to take this somewhere more private, don't you?"
A chuckle. "You're reading my mind again, my love."
~*~
Treize and Wufei shared a smile, and the ginger-haired man kissed his companion lingeringly. "My baby brother... ah- he deserves it, doesn't he?"
Wufei smiled. "If anyone does, yes. He's been in love with Lord Quatre for so long. And to have to put up with Duo and Heero's... performances..."
Both men chuckled at the thought, and Treize drew the Captain back down into their blankets and his arms. "We'd best get back to sleep- long march ahead of us if we're going to reach Sandrock tomorrow."
Wufei kissed him gently. "I love you, Treize."
Treize pressed a kiss to Wufei's forehead. "Love you, too."
~*~
Both young men were breathless with laughter by the time they reached Quatre's suite- it had taken them far longer to reach their destination since they had been trying to avoid the ever-present group of people waiting on Quatre's time. It was worth it, though. They collapsed together on a low divan, laughing and choking for air at the same time.
Quatre recovered first and rolled to his side, simply watching as Trowa's eyes danced merrily. As the other man's laughter subsided, he reached out and clasped his hand. "It's still hard to believe you're real."
"For me, too, Quatre," Trowa said.
Scooting closer, Quatre brushed Trowa's hair out of his face with his free hand. "Trowa, I... damnation!" Quatre exclaimed, as a loud knock sounded at the door. He threw the other man an apologetic look before swinging to his feet and striding to the double doors.
Trowa shook his head, a rueful smile forming on his lips as he listened. "Ah, Master Quatre, so sorry to disturb you, but we've already had several problems back down in the barracks, those foreign soldiers, sir! Guardians! They do nothing but demand, and their Lords will not say a word to stop them..."
Quatre sighed. "I see. I suppose I could..."
Trowa didn't wait for the young blond to finish his thought. Standing and quickly moving to the King's side, he called out, "Rashid!"
The forbiddingly tall Man'gua'nac was there instantly. "Young master?"
Trowa didn't allow himself to blush as he felt everyone's eyes on him. He turned to the big man and simply stated, "There seems to be some kind of problem down in the barracks, foreign soldiers making mischief. Can we do anything about it?"
"Certainly, sir! I will go myself..." Quatre tossed the brunette at his side a grateful look as his Captain turned the soldier who had knocked on his door and marched him down the corridor.
Trowa closed and locked the doors before turning Quatre much as Rashid had turned their interruptor and walking him back into the bedroom. "Now, where were we..."
"Right about here, I think," Quatre replied, and pounced.
Trowa was knocked backwards as Quatre's full weight met his chest, and he tumbled backwards onto the soft mattress, groaning in delight as Quatre promptly fell with him. The blond's lips covered his before he could even make a sound.
Pinning the taller young man to the bed, Quatre kissed him thoroughly, his head spinning, heart pounding in his chest. Trowa tasted like air smelled just after a storm, so clean and fresh and perfect... He moaned as Trowa's arms came up and surrounded him, holding him tightly to the muscled chest beneath him.
Trowa rolled them over carefully, catching his weight on his forearms as he finally broke the kiss and stared down into his companion's eyes. "Quatre... are you sure? Is this really what you want?"
Every tale he'd ever heard about Iria's beauty came back to him as Quatre smiled. "I've never wanted anything more."
Trowa's eyes glinted brightly as he swooped down for another kiss with something akin to a growl. It all took Quatre's breath away- his arms tightened their hold on the other man, one hand sliding up into Trowa's hair while the other remained on his back, slowly but surely pulling him down until they were chest to chest.
There was a slightly awkward moment as they pulled apart and both fumbled with tunic lacings before Trowa gave up with a glare of frustration. His hands hovered over the tunic and he muttered, "Away."
Quatre's eyes went wide as he suddenly found himself shirtless, but his mouth went dry as he realised Trowa was in the same condition. The brunette's well-toned chest and stomach, just within reach, skin glowing with health and gold-tinted by the sun...
Trowa felt his body reacting as he drank in the sight of his King- Quatre's small size belied the power evident in his chest and arms, usually hidden beneath the looser tunics that were the fashion. Skin turned a lovely shade of pink in excitement, chest heaving slightly- Their eyes met, and he caught a twinkle in the smaller man's gaze-
In a flash, he was on his back again, but Trowa could barely think, let alone protest, as a pair of lips met his bared throat, leaving a trail of hungry kisses that sent jolts of pleasure all through him, settling at his groin. "Guardians..."
The blond was kissing his way lower, lapping at his collarbones as he fumbled with the fastenings of Trowa's breeches one-handed. The taller man whimpered and clutched him tightly as he bent his head and tentatively swiped his tongue over a pert, brown nipple.
Trowa's hands had not been idle. Quatre gasped as he felt a set of hands roaming over his bared buttocks, and his eyes swung up. "Trowa..."
As the brunette rolled them over again, he finished pulling Quatre's breeches away and both nearly jumped in excitement as twin erections met and touched for the first time. Trowa was breathless as he gently brushed blond bangs from the other man's face... "Quatre... I... I've never really..."
Teal blue eyes sparked with pure joy, and Trowa saw the family resemblance between Quatre and Duo for the first time. The blond stroked his back with teasing fingers. "In that case... The choice is yours. Take, or be taken?"
Trowa gulped for air. "Guardians, Quatre, I don't want to hurt you..."
The blond smiled again. "Then let me show you how, okay?"
"Yes, mmmmmm," Trowa's sigh ended in a moan as he was once again rolled to his back and a hot mouth once again engulfed a nipple, teasing it mercilessly with the tip of an agile tongue. Hands that were soft for all their apparent familiarity with weapons danced down over his body, moving steadily lower, and he found himself trembling in anticipation of that touch, spreading his legs wider in invitation-
Quatre smiled tenderly as his hands finally found their prize and he stroked Trowa's hardened shaft. The brown-haired man bucked in his hands, his hips thrusting of their own accord upwards, and Quatre held his breath as he danced even lower still, between his lover's legs-
Trowa's eyes shot open, but quickly rolled up into his head in sheer shocked pleasure as Quatre's fingers gently swiped past his entrance. "Quatre!"
"Shhh, love, it gets better," the blond soothed, moving back up to share another burning kiss as he fumbled at the bedside for a moment.
Trowa's eyes met his in inquiry as he picked up a bottle of massage oil and uncorked it. He smiled. "I don't want to hurt you, either."
As he poured some of the oil into his hand, a spicy, enticing smell wafted over the air. Trowa watched in open curiosity and excitement as Quatre thoroughly coated his fingers in it.
Quatre was kissing him again, stealing his breath away as his slender, strong body once again moved to cover him, hands searching, tongues tasting...
Trowa jerked in surprise as an oil coated digit pressed against his opening, but he relaxed quickly as Quatre swirled his finger around gently before pressing it slowly in. "Ah, Quatre..."
The blond's harness ached as it never had before as he began prepping the beautiful man beneath him to be taken. Trowa was making the sexiest sounds, positively writhing and purring beneath him, and with a grin, Quatre sought out the spot that would-
"Ah!" Trowa's eyes flew open again, dazed and wide with pleasure and lust as Quatre stroked him from within. "Guardians, what was that?"
"You liked?" Quatre asked playfully, stroking the same spot again.
"Mmmm, yessss," Trowa was barely able to get the word out, absorbed in the new sensations. It felt like heaven... The brown-haired man's face wrinkled slightly in frustration as Quatre withdrew his fingers, and he opened his eyes.
Quatre was pouring more of the oil, this time onto his own neglected hardness, stroking himself hedonistically, looking all the more like a blond God than a human. "Are you ready, Trowa?"
Trowa could feel Quatre, poised just outside of him, his body heat almost scorching to his hyper sensitive body. "Please, Quatre, please..."
Never breaking eyes contact, the blond slowly pushed into him. He was panting with the exertion- he was certain that nothing could ever feel so good as the tight heat of that body surrounding him, accepting him so generously, and he swooped in for another kiss.
Trowa moaned into the kiss, his whole body resonating to it. He had expected pain, but as it was, all he felt was a slight discomfort, so slight that it was barely noticeable in his excitement- it was Quatre who was taking him so sweetly and perfectly...
Quatre waited until he was sure that Trowa had adapted to the feel of it before moving, but it did not take long for them to work up a rhythm. Both panting for breath, faces flushed as Trowa met each of Quatre's thrusts with one of his own, seeking more glorious friction as his erection rubbed between their straining bodies-
He cried out as a hands wrapped around his erection and pumped in time with the now frantic invasions of his body, each thrust hitting that magic spot within and sending lights dancing beneath his closed eyelids. He could feel his release building and he did nothing to hold it back as waves of mind-blowing pleasure crashed over him-
Quatre could hear his name shouted by that beloved voice and felt the velveteen heat surrounding him contracting, squeezing him so tight he feared it would kill him-
With a cry of his own, Quatre came deep inside his lover, marking him with his seed as he continued with a few last, frantic thrusts and finally collapsed, drained, onto Trowa's heaving, sticky chest.
Automatically, Trowa's reached to hold the blond man close, cradling him gently as both panted for air. He kissed a sweat, drenched brow gently. "Quatre..."
The blond man was shivering slightly, so Trowa reached down and pulled a warm blanket up to cover them both, still holding Quatre close.
Teal blue eyes finally opened again and smiled down into forest green. "I love you, Trowa Barton."
The Earth Lord smiled up at his smaller companion. "And I you, Raberba." Pulling him down for a final kiss, Trowa grunted in displeasure as Quatre slid from is body, but relaxed a moment later as the smaller man cuddled up close to him, wrapping him in strong, warm arms.
~*~
Dorothy woke slowly, blinking her way to awareness. She was warm and comfortable, being held against something...
Or someone.
The evening before came back to her in a rush- talking around the campfire with the Fire Lord and his Angel, the way Heero's eyes seemed to see into her very soul, making it impossible for her to hide her shame from him...
Running away.
She turned to look at her companion- Lord Zechs was still asleep, his face peaceful and relaxed, almost boyish, strands of blond hair flying about his face in the early morning breeze. Dorothy couldn't help a small smile- he truly looked the part of her White Knight. And he'd welcomed her at his side so sympathetically, as a gentleman would, not trying anything with her in her distressed state, though he had to have known that she would not have fought him...
She smiled and brushed errant strands of hair out of his eyes before calling softly, "Zechs?"
He blinked owlishly, and Dorothy had to stifle a giggle.
Zechs' eyes finally came into focus, and he smiled, relaxing back and using one arm as a pillow. "I half thought you were a dream last night."
She shook her head slowly, eyes downcast. "No- I truly did interrupt your sleep, Epyon, and you were gentleman enough not to take advantage of that..."
His eyes narrowed as he thought back to the questions she'd asked of him. "Dorothy... the words are hollow and pointless, but I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry-"
She put a finger to his lips to stop his stumbling words. "You have nothing to apologise for, please! If anything, I should be the one..."
"No! I mean," Zechs stumbled over his words as he placed a hand on her arm. "I meant what I said. I will never hurt you, and I will not stand by and watch you be hurt by another. I swear it to you."
She could read his conviction in his eyes, and it thrilled her to the depths of her soul. "I know you meant it- that is why I can trust you, Epyon." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently.
"My lady..."
"CREEE!"
Both looked up as the bird's cry startled the entire camp, but Dorothy laughed merrily as Cree swooped down from the sky and landed at their side, his head cocked to the side, as though asking a question.
Treize was at their side in seconds, his clothing rumbled and only half fastened. "What... Oh." Bird, human and Dawnchild turned as one to look at him and Wufei, watching from their bedroll chuckled. A lesser man would run in fear...
Treize collected himself admirably. "Lady, it pleases me to see that you've joined us. Good morning." He gave her a small bow.
Bright laughter twinkled on the air as Dorothy smiled, and was joined by the deep, resonating tone of Zechs' laugh almost immediately. Dorothy nodded back to the Water Lord, standing with as much dignity as she could muster and smoothing down her clothing. "Thanks for the welcome, Lord Treize. My apologies for joining you so unexpectedly..."
Treize waved the words away. "Don't speak of it! Now how about some breakfast?"
"CREE!"
Dorothy turned back to the squawking bird- he was positively dancing in annoyance at being ignored. She leaned down to look him in the eye. "I had not forgotten you, Cree! Certainly not after such a wake-up call!" She laughed again, and the bird cocked his head to the other side.
It was as close as a bird would ever get to rolling its eyes.
Zechs himself addressed the bird. "You can tell Duo that she is fine, Cree. He did send you to check on the Lady, did he not?"
Cree nodded his golden head with something akin to pride, and not a few faces broadened into smiles at the sight.
With another loud cry, Cree took to the sky and wheeled overhead twice before shooting back to the west.
TBC...
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