14-Jun-2000
Title: Reclaiming Quatre
Author: bonnejeanne (bonnejeanne@yahoo.com) and vonceia (vonceia@yahoo.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: yaoi, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Various
Spoilers: Series
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the
copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
WARNINGS!!! REALLY!!! READ: A thinly veiled excuse for LEMONade (that means
graphic sex stuff). Zechs completely OOC. Possibly other characters OOC -
People having sex with more than one other person... implied Non-Consensual
(in flashbacks and references), Also LANGUAGE. Watch out! I really mean it
this time!!!
Notes: This is set in an Alternate Universe. The premise is the same as the
original series universe up to a point. The point is that at the time of
the final confrontation between White Fang and the Alliance (and the
Gundams), Libra's big cannon goes out of whack and instead of ramming Earth
with Libra, Zechs decides on an extended guerilla war with Earth.
Peacemillion becomes the base for a small group from the Colonies opposing
White Fang, including (of course) the Gundam pilots. This has been dragging
on for some weeks. Things have gotten a bit weird. Zechs is totally out
there in this one, we know, we're sorry, sort of, and we'll try to make it
up to him. He's just so pretty... This is NOT an epic!! Just may have a
couple more parts after this.
As with all our fics so far, while our goal is to stay as in character as
possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments, feedback, critiques welcome, be they short
or long.
In his room on the Peacemillion, Chang Wufei burned some incense. He called on the Ancestors and whatever gods were listening to help his friend Quatre. Then, he moved to a spot on the floor and did some push-ups.
Duo hit the doorchime. "Wufei?"
Wufei growled and then stood up. He opened the door to find Duo Maxwell. "How's Quatre?" he asked, stepping back so Duo could enter.
Duo came in, sniffing the incense. "He's... a basket case at the moment, but he's improving," Duo said, helping himself to a seat. "He's not actually wanting to die. If we can keep him from returning to that thought when it gets rougher, it will be a good thing. He's still pretty messed up though. Heero's with him."
"Heero," Wufei responded, "Good. So, did you come to tell me that I'm to go in next? I'm ready."
Duo suppressed a slight shudder. "Yes, you're next. Wufei... I'm... a bit concerned about this. I know your heart is in the right place, and in a firefight there on no one," except Heero but that goes without saying, "I'd rather have next to me. But this is kind of a... delicate situation. Do you have any idea what to expect here?"
Wufei frowned slightly. "What do you mean, Duo? I expect Quatre to be very unhappy and unsure of himself," he said.
Duo nodded. "That is not unlikely," he said. "He's also extremely horny and tends to forget himself and go for a kiss or other things... then he feels like shit. How would you handle that?"
Wufei's eyebrows rose. "I expect I would handle it with some regard and sensitivity," he said. "Is this a test of some kind, Maxwell?"
Duo shrugged. "I dunno, maybe. You're still, well you're pretty much a mystery to me, Wu-man. Now Quatre... I understand what he is going through because I... went through some rather amazing shit myself at various times. I had to learn to accept some things about me. And a big part of it was sex. The way Quatre feels right now, he's afraid that everything he feels is wrong. He will be hypersensitive to the reactions of those around him, Wufei. He thinks..." Duo paused. "He told me his thinks he's so weak he wouldn't even exist to you."
Wufei blinked. A frown knitted his brows together. "But that is ridiculous. Of course, he exits to me. I shall have to let him know."
Duo winces. "How?"
"What?!" Wufei said, putting his hands on his hips.
"How you gonna let him know?"
"I will tell him, show him, do what I need to do," Wufei replied.
Duo slumped slightly. "Okay Wu-man. I guess... I'm sure that will be fine." He gets up. Goes to the door. Then stops. "You have a... girlfriend? Boyfriend? anything?"
"What?" Wufei asked, " Umm.. no.. Why?"
"Oh... nothing..." Duo turned to leave again. Stopped. "How do you feel about people who... have sex freely?"
Wufei looked down and shrugged. "I don't know. I guess that's their business. I would probably need to know them first before I could make an assessment, though."
Duo looked down. "How about me?"
"What about y.. oh... what do I think about you having sex freely... Well, I suppose that would be ok. I mean, you'd have to have someone to have sex with... but... oh. Yeah, you do... Umm... that's fine, Duo." Wufei replied, feeling his cheeks flush... "Damned lucky," he said softly, as his foot scuffed a spot on the floor.
Duo's ears perked up. "How about.... Quatre?"
Wufei swallowed as the image of the smiling Quatre came to mind. He licked his lips and nodded a lot. "Yeah.. I suppose that's ok, too." Wufei replied. Then, he sighed.
Duo walked over to Wufei... a bit too close. "Wu-man are you hard up for some?"
Wufei Chang's eyes widened. He found it very difficult to look at Maxwell directly. "Uh.. well, yeah... yes." he said, reminding himself to be strong.
Duo smiled. "I know how that feels," he said with heartfelt sympathy. Not recently of course... "Now how about your honor... you got anything in there that says you should not take advantage of someone in Quatre's... state?"
'Yeah, not recently, though,' Wufei thought at Duo's sympathetic comment. "I .... He's that bad, huh?"
"Wufei, he's getting hard as a light breeze passes by," Duo said. "Sometimes he tries to control his impulses and sometimes he doesn't. You didn't answer my question about your honor."
Wufei sighed deeply. He looked up at Duo. "This is a lot worse than I imagined," he confessed. "And I imagined a lot. Who would want to take advantage of Quatre in this state? I mean, with no thought or feeling?"
Duo rolled his eyes thinking of Quatre's big aqua eyes, spun-gold hair, pale soft skin... who? Uh... His look became more serious. "I'm not talking about with no thought or feeling. I expect we all have a lot of feelings - even those of us who don't show them as much. What about you?"
"I agree," Wufei said. He looked up at Duo. "I will do my best Duo, but I acknowledge that I might not be the best person for this. It's not Quatre that I think is weak."
Duo's eyebrows went up. "Uh... really? Gee Wufei... well... I think... I think you *are* the right person for this. In fact as of this moment, I think you are the perfect person for this. And if anything happens that bothers you... think about coming to talk to me about it, will ya? I know, I'm supposed to be a blabbermouth, but these lips can be as silent as the grave when there's need."
Wufei looked up at Duo. He shrugged. "I will come to talk with you, I promise. I don't understand why you think me perfect for this. I would have imagined Heero or you, and Trowa especially would be better. Again, I will do what I can. I like Quatre. I like him a lot. I know it might be hard for you to imagine this, but I was a lot like him, a long time ago."
Duo looked at Wufei closely and smiled. "It's hard... but I believe you. And you are the right person. Just remember that the thing he's most afraid of is facing Trowa. Because he thinks Trowa is perfect and clean and beyond him now."
Duo went back to the door, then turned back, walked over to Wufei and put his arms around the Chinese boy in a very quick hug. Then he turned and went to the door, looking back once. "I'll call ya."
Wufei nodded. "All right," he said and then found a spot in a corner of the room and sat with his knees up, thinking.
A short while later, Heero left the room and found Duo. "He ate," he said, and shrugged. "And then he ate. He's sleeping now," he said.
Duo chuckled, pulling Heero into their room and hugging him. "You look okay... how was it for you? I know you were a bit nervous... don't look at me that, way I can tell when you are nervous."
Heero frowned. "It was... ok... kinda weird, but ok. He was telling me he wasn't worthy of me and all that shit. I think he got the message that Mr. Perfect here was a little bent like him when we kissed."
Duo looked into Heero's deep blue eyes. "Yes... yes, you are," he said kissing him deeply. "Now tell Brother Maxwell... because I didn't ask you before I dragged you into this... how do you feel about the subject of fidelity?"
Heero looked back. "Are you talking about that being 'faithful' stuff?" he asked.
Duo nodded. "We've never talked about it. I mean, you know enough about me to know I've had a past. I know enough about you to know you haven't. But I don't know how you feel about... 'faithful'..."
"Hn," Heero remarked. "I guess since I don't know how long I'm gonna be breathing, it doesn't make a lot of sense to try and nail anything down. I'm just taking it as it comes. That bother you?"
Duo shook his head. "No. Um... if you dumped me for Relena, that would bother me. But as long as I get to be in your life, I figure I'm getting more than I deserve, actually."
Heero grabbed Duo behind the head and pulled him into a rough kiss. After a few moments, he moved back, looking into the violet eyes, his chest rising and falling fast. "This has nothing to do with Relena or anyone else for that matter. This is between you and me, ne?" he said.
Duo nodded, having enjoyed the kiss... he liked it a great deal when Heero got a little rough and sometimes tried to provoke the reaction deliberately, though never to truly upset the boy. "Yes... now let's talk about something else... let's talk about... Zechs."
"Dead meat," Heero said, evenly.
Duo chuckled. "I agree. However... there are ways of... killing someone and ways of... killing someone," he said with a very, very evil glint in his violet eyes.
Heero nodded. "Hn," he remarked.
"Just think about it. Zechs... used to be a good guy, or so I thought. Okay he's gone way too far with this guerilla war thing and way, way too far with Quatre," Duo said and his voice carried a very dark undertone. "So do we meet him head-on, like we been doing... or do we use other tactics?'
"Other tactics," Heero said, instantly. "The target... we need to get behind it for optimum penetration and elimination."
Duo grinned wickedly. He nodded. "Zechs... likes you. He says he hates you of course, but he really... likes you. Now, normally that would be enough for me to make sure he never gets within a light year of you, the bastard, but it might come in useful... but only if you don't have a problem with it."
Heero slid to his knees in front of Duo and moved close. Placing his hand at Duo's waist and the other at the bulge in Duo's pants, Heero looked up into Duo's eyes. The expression in his own was something that Duo might have only glimpsed once or twice. The cobalt blue eyes softened in a look of total trust transforming Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, into a lost sixteen year old. After a few moments, Heero stood and looked into Duo's eyes. "How was that?" Heero asked.
Duo took Heero's face in his hands. "Scary," he said, looking into those same eyes, now anything but lost. "Very scary. I like it. I think we have the beginnings of a very bad time for Zechs Merquise here." He hugged Heero tightly.
Then he went over to the internal ship-comm. "Wufei... you're up," he said. Then he turned back and grabbed Heero's wrist. "I want food. Come on."
Wufei sighed deeply. "Just don't let this be the biggest disaster that ever was, Nataku," he said softly and then left the room and headed to Heero's room and Quatre.
Wufei tapped lightly on the door and then pushed it open. The room was dimly lit and he was grateful for that. Moving to the bed, he saw the sleeping form of Quatre. 'He looks like an angel, ' Wufei thought. 'Do we all look that innocent in sleep?'
He took another breath and then sat down on the bed next to Quatre. For what seemed to be a long time, Wufei looked at Quatre's bare skin. 'Gods, he's really nice looking... beautiful,' he thought. 'Wufei what are you doing here?'
Quatre stretched. His body was beginning to fight against sleep, though his mind still wanted the safety it brought. He stretched again, turning, and opened his eyes.
And saw Wufei sitting on the bed beside him. His aqua eyes widened hugely. He sat up suddenly, instinctively grabbing the open shirt back around him. "Wu-Wufei!"
Wufei winced slightly. Looking up at Quatre, he made his mouth stretch into a little smile. "Hi Quatre," he said. "How do feel?"
Quatre saw the wince. It startled him. Then it called to him. Still quite a bit off the normal track on his judgment, he suddenly reached out and hugged Wufei tightly, something he would never have dared to do in the past. "Wufei," he said, closing his eyes tightly on the other boy's chest. "I... I thought I would never see you again."
Wufei blinked at the sudden body against his. He tensed. 'Get over yourself Chang Wufei. Weakling! He is your friend and needs affection! You're going to hurt him.' Wufei dropped his arms over Quatre's back as if commanded. Then, he took a deep breath and felt his body relax. 'This is Quatre' he heard a more reasonable, calm voice inside say. "I'm so glad that you are alive and well, Quatre," he heard his voice say. Dropping his head slightly, Wufei felt the flaxen hair tickle his nose a little. For all he had been through Quatre smelled clean and fresh.
"Oh Wufei," Qiatre sighed. A part of him was horrified that he was clinging so to the Chinese pilot, who was always so correct and aloof. But he'd spoken the truth - he had been afraid he would never see him again. He'd been afraid enough to die, but that did not mean he felt no grief or loss over what he would be leaving. "Wufei!" he cried, feeling his emotions unbalance again. "I've been weak! So weak... you must be very ashamed of me... a Gundam pilot... so... very weak..."
Wufei swallowed. 'Oh gods, what have I...' he thought. "No, Quatre. I am not ashamed of you. I am not ashamed of you at all, my friend." he said, as his arms held Quatre tighter. "You are a Gundam pilot... and perhaps you have been the strongest of us all. You have... endured and you have come back to us, alive. It is for us to help you balance, Quatre," he added, not knowing where the words were coming from, but knew that they were important to say. His hand stroked the golden hair, soothingly, attempting to comfort but knowing that it was far too little. 'You have caused imbalance in the Universe, Merquise. It will be corrected,' he thought.
"I'm not... strong," Quatre whispered. But in his mind there suddenly appeared a question. Am I not? Wufei says I am... and he's right about one thing... I'm still here...
Quatre sat up, one hand holding Wufei's hand, but he moved back. "I... I was stronger," he says quietly. "Now I don't know what... I am. Wufei... He... Zechs.." it was almost too much, he felt the ice-blue eyes open in his memory and heard a caressing voice, felt a purring command. "Zechs... took me for his... b-b-bed-warmer," he said, giving the word a derisive twist. He looked at Wufei to see how the other boy would react to this revelation, which he was sure was unknown to him.
Wufei watched Quatre, felt and saw his pain and shame. His heart twisted in his chest because he had felt that same shame and ache in himself. He swallowed. "Quatre," he said, "I know that right now all you are able to see is how you were weak... But, that is not exactly true. I mean, you are both strong and weak... we all are. What Zechs did... he moved into an unknown area for you. You are used to battles with clearly defined winners and losers.. I understand that, but there is a balance in the world. You have learned what it is to be strong. You have learned what it is to be weak. Both lessons are equal. In this, there is still something for you to understand. When you understand, then you will feel balance return." Wufei swallowed again. He looked down for a moment, feeling his eyes sting. 'How could I have forgotten those lessons? You are known by what you do.'
Quatre listened, and the words seemed to make sense, filling in gaps for him. But more than the words, he felt a sudden throb in his chest. Wufei... was hurting. No... that wasn't possible. But... but it was... he could feel it so clearly... his heart...
'You have no heart,' something inside that spoke in Zechs' voice said to him. 'You lost that when you gave up your body.'
Quatre pressed one hand to his chest. He fought with himself. I must try... I must... "Wufei... are you... hurting?"
Wufei looked up at Quatre. He brushed the water from his eyes in annoyance. "Yes, Quatre. I hurt because I see myself in you. I am angry with Zechs for doing this to you, making you distrust yourself. He used the one of the most powerful forces that man knows... sex, the very essence of existence. And then he lied to make you believe. That is unforgivable." Wufei said. He reached out and slid his hand under Quatre's bangs and into the thick hair.
Quatre reached out with the hand that had been over his heart, and touched Wufei's chest. 'He hurts,' he thought. 'Wufei the strong, the adamant... hurts. Oh Quatre how can you be so selfish?' Not knowing what else to do, only knowing he must try and find a way to help the hurt, he leaned up and kissed Wufei tenderly on the mouth.
Wufei felt the touch of Quatre's mouth on his own and kissed back. 'Oh gods, I should be stronger,' he thought. 'Please do not let me hurt him.' He felt his cock tighten in need and desire. It wasn't a duty for a friend or a moral imperative to render aid. What he felt was a genuine desire to kiss, to touch and to share himself with Quatre, heart, soul, brain. Quatre the broken angel. Wufei pulled Quatre closer, parting Quatre's lips with his tongue, and moving it deep into Quatre's mouth.
Quatre responded to the deepening kiss, feeling a surge of something within himself. He felt... as if he had something to give Wufei. Absurd thought. Wufei couldn't possibly need anything. But his heart told him yes... there was a need, a great need here. A need that he could fill by giving and accepting. His heart was beating. Unknown to Quatre, his heart was waking. The need to give and support was more a part of him than anything else. He leaned against Wufei and slid his arms around the Chinese pilot's neck. When their mouths parted, he murmured, impossibly, "It's all right, Wufei, it's all right."
His heart felt a heat coming from the other boy and a new sense, one wakened by Zechs, told him that the heat was both emotional and physical. It excited him. But he found enough control to look into Wufei's eyes to see if this was really what was called for.
Wufei looked into the aqua eyes and nodded. He heard the words that Quatre spoke and the tone was clear and filled his soul. "Quatre," he whispered. "I.. I want to touch you... want you to touch me... because I never touch. But, I cannot and will not do anything to hurt you, my friend. You have been hurt enough."
Quatre smiled brilliantly. "I want that too," he confessed. He ducked his head. "I know it's weak of me... I know I shouldn't... but Wufei I want to and I feel that... that I can," he said softly. He leaned forward on his knees on the bed and let the shirt slip down over his shoulders. "Just tell me to stop if you want... I think... I think I can... this time," he said bravely. The he kissed Wufei again, taking the kiss very deep, his hands reaching out to press their bodies together.
Wufei gasped a little at the contact. There was no hesitation as he reached into the shirt and removed it from Quatre completely. His hands roamed over Quatre's back, feeling the solid muscles of the Gundam pilot's body that others rarely saw. He moved his hands up and around Quatre's shoulders and leaned back pulling Quatre down on top of his body on the bed. Wufei then smoothed the skin of Quatre's sides, then up and over the other pilot's round rear.
Quatre shivered as he felt Wufei's hands on his body. He continued to kiss the other boy, and let his own hands move, seeking the best way to ease pain and replace it with something warmer. One hand reached around and pulled the fastener off Wufei's hair, releasing it from its tight confinement. He smiled into the kiss, letting his fingers run though the now loose, dark silk.
Wufei felt his hair spread out on the bed and smiled as well. He opened his eyes and looked up at Quatre, the smile still there. "This feels good," he said, softly, "You feel good, Quatre. But now, I feel a little overdressed."
Quatre nodded rapidly, and reached out to try and help with the problem, seeking any fastenings that could be opened.
Wufei removed his clothes as quickly as possible, feeling every layer peeled off as if a layer peeled from his soul. Soon, he found himself bare as well.
Quatre smiled, his eyes moving over the Chinese boy's body. He was so nice-looking. Quatre moved forward on his hands and knees and began kissing Wufei's shoulders and chest with soft, warm kisses that included a taste of tongue and an occasional touch of strong white teeth. "Wufei!" he sighed. "You are so... fine...."
Wufei chuckled. "Now you are flattering me," he said. "Everyone knows that Heero is the ...fine one. I'm too skinny. You, on the other hand.. You, Quatre, are exquisite."
Quatre ducked his head. "No.." he said softly, but the word echoed... Zechs' voice... "Heero is beautiful," he continued around the dangerous ground. "You are *not* too skinny." His hands roamed over Wufei's chest, and paused, as he rubbed little circles around Wufei's nipples with each thumb. "You feel so strong... solid... wonderful..."
Wufei gasped and his back arched as he felt Quatre's fingers. "Yeah," he said, with a little moan. "Well, something is getting very solid... yes."
Quatre laughed, and reached down unerringly. "Oh, yes!" He bent over, tracing circles around each of Wufei's nipples with his tongue as his hand traced the contours of the Chinese boy's cock, exploring it. Yes... he could feel the pain in Wufei's heart was leaving, replaced by warmth... heat...
Wufei groaned as he felt Quatre's fingers on his body. His hips rose a little in response as Wufei felt his body flush with heat. He reached down, taking Quatre's face in his hands. He moved pulling Quatre to him, kissing him deeply. "You are... killing me," he said, smiling and breathless.
Quatre looked up quickly. "Ne?" Then saw the smile. He kissed Wufei back enthusiastically. Then he nuzzled the other boy's neck. "Wufei," he said softly, feeling his way, following his heart... and the need in his body. "Wufei... would it be weak... of me to ask... if you would..." Quatre didn't finish, but instead drew one of Wufei's hands around to his behind. He turned his body, coming back as if to sit in Wufei's lap, but not quite settling. Looking over one pale shoulder, he said softly, "I'd really like it... is it too... bad?"
Wufei watched and felt Quatre's every move with interest. He felt his desire for the blond pilot grow as rapidly as his cock. Feeling Quatre rub against him nearly drove him insane as did the request. But, seeing Quatre look over his shoulder was a picture Wufei etched into his memory for later. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, the smile never leaving his face. "Oh, wicked bad," Wufei replied, moving up.
He kissed Quatre deeply and then took Quatre by the waist, guiding him onto his hands and knees on the bed. Wufei then stood and moved behind Quatre. His hands smoothed Quatre's back and down over the blond pilot's rear. Reaching between Quatre's legs, Wufei curled his fingers around Quatre's hard shaft, squeezing him.
Quatre gave a gasping cry. His back arched and he moved his hips a little, enjoying the feeling of being touched by Wufei's strong hands. The position excited him. He knew what was coming... he hoped. Zechs... no this was different. This was warm and there was love and care between them. Not just words... and dominance... and betrayal.
Bending down, Wufei kissed the middle of Quatre's back, and then trailed his tongue down along Quatre's spine, kissing and tasting the warm flesh there. Moving his hands up, Wufei massaged Quatre's rear. His tongue moved down further and Wufei closed his eyes, as his hands parted Quatre in back. Holding Quatre steadily, Wufei licked the puckered spot of flesh, feeling the blond pilot move. He flicked his tongue over the area again and then more making it wet and slippery.
Quatre arched his back, giving a soft cry. "Wufei!"
Leaning back, Wufei wet his fingers and slid one of them into the warm, tight spot. He felt Quatre's muscles tighten against him and then slowly relax. Just as Quatre began to relax, Wufei moved the finger in and out of Quatre's rear. He did not tease Quatre but moved his finger as fast as he could, watching has the muscles in Quatre's rear moved with each impact.
Quatre tilted his body, feeling the impact find a special place. "OOOH!!" he gasped. His body pushed back against Wufei's touch. "Oh... gooood!!!"
Wufei felt his own desire increase as he heard Quatre's moans. He removed his hand from Quatre suddenly. "Move... move up a little," he said, quietly, pushing Quatre a little further on the bed. He then moved on to the bed behind Quatre. He placed his hand on Quatre's back guiding him further forward. Moving closer, Wufei saw and felt Quatre's rear rise a little higher. Reaching down Wufei touched himself, feeling the warm natural lubricant from his body coat his palm. He smeared it over his cock and then parted Quatre's hips again. Placing himself at Quatre's entrance, he moved his hips forward, feeling the warm, tight sheath grip him.
Quatre's eyes closed tightly as he felt Wufei enter him... oooh it was good... painful, yes, tight, yes, but his body was now well-schooled and it relaxed quickly, then tightened in a different way, just enough. With Zechs, the pain never quite left, but here, now... Quatre couldn't stop himself from pushing back, making impatient noises in his throat.
Wufei felt Quatre rock back against him and breathed hard. 'Oh gods, if you have any regard or affection for my poor soul, you will let me remember this time.' he thought. Taking Quatre's hips in his hands again, Wufei moved nearly all the way out of Quatre's body, then back in all of the way. He repeated this twice and then simply moved letting his body and Quatre's dictate the dance. "Oh Quatre," he moaned.
Quatre threw his blond head back, and the expression on his face was one of pure pleasure. "Yes... Wufei!" he said, and his voice dropped a little, taking on a throaty timbre. He rocked, matching Wufei's movements for the best impact for both of them. His mind went away somewhere but his body was alive and filled with electric sensation. It was good... and... it didn't feel weak this time... he felt Wufei's needs throbbing as clearly as his own. He did not feel like an object but like a participant. It made him feel excited and powerful... and very, very hot.
Wufei let out a little crescendoing cry as he gripped Quatre's hips harder. His body felt both sensitive and on fire. He moved, feeling awareness distill into motion and sensation. He pumped Quatre harder and faster, his own body aching with need and the desire to complete. Reposition his knees on the bed, Wufei drove into Quatre, his hips moving faster and faster as they reached and overcame his initial speed. Soon, Wufei felt his cock throb in the warm, tight place. And then one or two strokes later, he felt his seed explode into the warm body of Quatre Winner.
Quatre felt his body respond to the rapid thrusting and easily tilted his hips to take the impact where it felt the best. As he felt Wufei reach his climax, Quatre too was reaching a peak of pleasure. His body jerked, and his head tossed back, as his surrendered to the flood.
Wufei cried out, feeling Quatre's body squeeze him. He saw Quatre move forward and did the same, managing to land on the bed, holding Quatre in his arms. "Oh gods, Quatre," he said, still breathing hard. "You are wonderful. Thank you for this." Leaning forward, he kissed the back of Quatre's neck.
Quatre turned in his arms, snuggling close. "Wufei," he said softly. "It was good... very good... and I felt... not weak..." he kissed the Chinese boy and rested his head beside him.
Wufei sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "That is good," he said, and held on to Quatre as they slept.
Quatre woke soon... his body really wasn't very tired. He listened to Wufei breathing in the darkness. Then an image entered his mind. Trowa... this time the image did not cause the deep pain it had been doing. This time he held it in his mind for a while. There was pain, yes, fear, and a sense of unworthiness. But Quatre also realized he'd been a terrible coward. Instead of making him flinch, he felt a resolve growing. He must face Trowa. If the boy couldn't stand him... but... that wasn't fair. Why would he reject, when the others had accepted? There was still a great deal of fear, but Quatre felt a resolve. Duo... Heero... Wufei... had all given him something precious, something to help him find himself. He must be worthy of it.
Carefully without disturbing Wufei, Quatre slipped from the bed. He moved around in the darkness, finding a pair of pants in a small footlocker. They were Hee-chan's but they fit well enough. The he picked up the oversized shirt and put it on. Carefully he padded to the door and opened it. Somewhere beyond it was Trowa.
TBC
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