Author: Merula
Pairings: 3x4
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, AU, tikis...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine.
corazon_d_fuego asked for Tro and Quat making love beside a campfire on a deserted island. Something like my lj layout? I hope this is okay- I am really not a good lemon writer! Sorry!
Tiki Part 1
Quatre tossed another piece of wood onto his tiny fire and sighed. Glancing over his shoulder at the wreckage of his plane, he knew he was lucky to not only have walked away from the crash, but also lucky that he'd managed to find land to crash on.
Still, a deserted island that was more beach than land, covered with weird carved statues didn't seem lucky at the moment. Quatre told himself he was being stupid, his beacon was on and when he didn't arrive at his destination, people would come looking. He wouldn't be stuck on this island for long.
The statues' eyes gleamed greenly in the firelight and Quatre wrapped his blanket a little more firmly around his shoulders. He wondered who had put the statues here- was this some people's place of worship? If so it had been a long time since anyone had been here- some of the statues had tumbled over, others looked very weather beaten.
Stifling a yawn, Quatre decided that weird statues or not, he needed to get some sleep. He curled up as close to the fire as he dared- the sea breeze was chilly- and closed his eyes.
He dreamed of hands. Hands that pulled his blanket away, tugged at his clothes. Hands that left warmth in their wake as they caressed him, coaxed his thighs apart.
A mouth joined the hands, and he arched up against that touch, begging for more.
Such a long time, a voice whispered against his skin.So long since someone was left here for me.
Quatre gasped as the hands seized his hips, pulling him upwards, settling him in place. Yet, the dream seemed to be in no rush, moving slowly, letting Quatre adjust.
The pace was slow, nearly tortuous, languid strokes while hands and mouth played over Quatre's skin. He opened his eyes- he had to be dreaming- and caught the flash of green eyes under a fall of hair, a shadow even beside the light of the fire.
So very good, the shadow whispered as he drover deeper, making Quatre moan. I think I am going to keep you.
Quatre couldn't see any reason to argue.
~*~
The searchers found Quatre Winner's plane on a small uncharted island. Though they searched the island and the waters around it, no trace of the pilot was ever found.
OWARI
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