Rating: PG 13 - some implications
Warnings: a lot of pink
Notes: This is a mild little piece of something, which popped into my head after opening a package someone mailed to me and seeing a thing that reminded me in some very weird way of Quatre... comments welcome!
"Trowa! You don't have to buy me presents. That has nothing to do with our relationship!" Quatre said softly.
"I know..." Trowa answered quietly, but his clear green eyes contained a troubling in their depths. But you buy me things all the time, he wanted to say. You give me everything, and I have nothing to give you in return, to show you how precious you are to me.
"If I give you things," Quatre said slowly, as if he were following Trowa's thoughts, "It's because I can. It's so little compared to what you give me, just by being here." He reached out and took the other boy's hand and held it tenderly. "Just having you close by is worth more than the entire Winner fortune, to me. I'd give it all up in a minute, you know that... don't you?"
Trowa sighed, and pulled the blond against him, stroking his hair gently. "Yes," he said. "I know. I really do."
Quatre rested his face against Trowa's chest and put both arms around him, wondering what he could possibly do to reassure the person he loved most in the world.
"It's all right, Quatre," Trowa said, dropping a kiss onto the blond locks. "I understand."
But later, he found himself thinking about it again. Looking in the small wardrobe he used while staying with Quatre, he let his eyes drift across the clothes there. Many of them were gifts. He would find them wrapped in tissue and tucked where he would find them - a pullover, a silk shirt, a pair of fresh new jeans made of soft pseudo-cotton, a pair of metaleather boots, crafted perfectly to his fit. He knew that Quatre loved giving him these things, and he enjoyed seeing Quatre's beautiful face light up when he wore them. But he had begun to have a slowly growing desire to give something to the blue-eyed Arabian. Something *he* could see Quatre enjoy. But there was nothing he could buy that would be as fine as what Quatre owned himself. I have nothing, he thought, I can give him nothing. Without money...
The thought sank into the back of his mind, but it wouldn't go away.
One day he walked in on Duo, in the front entranceway, receiving a box that had been shipped there from one of the other colonies.
"At last!" Duo crowed. "My stuff finally came!" He plopped the box down on the entranceway floor and ripped it open unceremoniously. Trowa watched, curious what all the fuss was about.
"YES!" Duo grinned ecstatically. He began dumping handfuls of pink "popcorn" - packing material - out onto the floor to get at the box's contents. "My MANGA! And my TAPES! And my SNACKS!" he cried, lifting things out and displaying them proudly.
"Some... comic books? And... vids and... um... candy?" Trowa commented, smiling slightly.
"These are the greatest," Duo exclaimed, nodding enthusiastically. He began thumbing through the softcover booklets. "I got hooked on these when Heero and I were undercover in school. Hilde sent me this care package, bless her. Tonight is going to be pure indulgence."
Duo got up, brushing the packing material everywhere and grabbing the box's contents. He glanced at the packing material for a second. "Man, that is some *pink* popcorn," he commented. Then he walked away with his booty, leaving the mess on the floor.
Trowa shook his head. He knew someone would come a clean up the mess, but he mentally scolded Duo for taking advantage of the fact that the household was staffed. Bending down, he scooped up a handful of the "popcorn" and put it in the empty box, adding more until he had it all off the floor. Looking down at the stuff, he smiled. It was very pink. Quatre would have liked the color - too bad it was just trash, worthless...
Straightening up suddenly, he frowned, looking down. Then he got up, carrying the box. He went to Duo's room and knocked.
"Yeah?"
Sticking his head in, he saw Duo sprawled on the bed, surrounded by magazines and snacks. "Duo?"
"Yeah? Hey, would you like to borrow a couple of these? After I'm through reading them, of course," the braided pilot said thoughtfully, munching some caplico.
Trowa shook his head. "I just wanted to ask you if you were going to be getting any more boxes like this?"
Duo scratched his head, but nodded. "Well, yeah, since you mentioned it. Hilde said she was sending me several more boxes - getting me 'stocked up' for a while so I'd quit buggin' her," he laughed. "How come?"
Trowa told the Shinigami pilot what he wanted. Duo looked very puzzled, but agreed readily enough. "Sure, no problem, man. I can't imagine what you want it for though."
Trowa smiled mysteriously. Then, satisfied, he left Duo to enjoy his treats.
The next place he went was to the head of the household staff. He showed her the box, and explained what he was asking for. She thought for a minute, and told him something which made the young man smile. He has a nice smile, she thought, for all he's usually so somber.
Several days later, Quatre found himself being confronted with a very serious Trowa. "You want me to... close my eyes, and not open them until you tell me?"
"Yes."
"Of course, if that's what you want me to do," Quatre said, his face tilted slightly in puzzlement. "What is..."
Trowa place a finger on Quatre's lips, stilling them, and then bent and kissed the beautiful blond deeply. When he lifted his head, he simply said, "Eyes...closed."
Breathing deeply from the kiss, Quatre obediently closed his wide blue eyes.
Trowa moved behind him, and placed his hands on the slighter boy's shoulders. Using this touch, he guided him forward, out of the room and down the hall, making several turns, until Quatre was no longer sure where in the house he was. His heart was beating very fast, not able to guess what Trowa was doing. The mystery was both exciting and scary, but the scariness was more thrilling than anything, because he trusted his love implicitly and knew Trowa would never hurt him in any way.
The hands on his shoulders guided him to a place, then stopped him. "Don't open your eyes," Trowa whispered, brushing Quatre's ear with his lips, sending a shiver through his delicate frame.
Then Quatre felt Trowa's hands undressing him.
The excitement was so intense, Quatre bit his lower lip to keep from loosing control and opening his eyes before Trowa gave him permission. He felt the air against his skin, causing goosebumps to rise on his pale flesh. Then he felt something dropped over his head - it felt soft and comfortable. Suddenly he was certain it was his nightshirt. A part of him sighed... the little piece of clothing relieved his tension but... it was so thrilling to be naked in front of Trowa, and not be able to see if he were looking at him, or how.
As if reading his thoughts, a pair of lips brushed his ear. "We'll take it off again... later."
Quatre gasped with excitement and pleasure.
"Y-yes, Trowa," he said softly, feeling completely in his love's power.
"But now, I have a surprise for you," Trowa said, and Quatre felt Trowa's strong hands and arms lift him up off the floor like a child. Dangling, Quatre smiled without knowing why. He suddenly felt a rush of delicious, pleasurable fear.
"You can open your eyes," Trowa said, and suddenly tossed the boy in the air,"...NOW!"
Quatre shrieked as he felt himself falling out of the air, and his eyes popped open, looking down instinctively. Beneath him he saw an ocean of pink - into which he fell! The impact was soft as the spongy pieces of plastic foam absorbed the impact of his slight body and bounced him a little, displacing and scattering everywhere, raining on him in a shower of pink "snow"!
Quatre shrieked with peals of delighted laughter, his eyes wide watching the shower of pink pieces, reaching out his arms to catch falling bits as he sank into the pile that filled the huge master bathtub. Giggling wildly, he tried to sit up, and the "popcorn" shifted and moved, making it hard to balance, with no hard surface to push against, and he fell back into the continuously-moving particles, flailing his arms wildly.
"Trowa!!!" he cried, laughing ecstatically, "This is GREAT!!!" he thrashed in the pile of pink, sending clouds of the stuff into the air to land all over him - on his nightshirt, in his hair...
Standing close by, Trowa watched with a full, pleased smile on his face, his cheeks warm with an inner glow that came from watching the blond angel giving in to the pure fun with complete abandon. His glowing face, the joy in his wide blue eyes... the sweet picture of Quatre waist-deep in pink fluff with pieces of the foam in his hair and on his shoulder.
"I'm glad you like my present," he said softly, his voice deep with pleasure. "It didn't cost very much... only some stuff that was going to be discarded anyway..."
Throwing handfuls of the pink stuff into the air like a child playing in snow, Quatre laughed happily. "No WAY! This is COOL!" He turned and grinned at Trowa, as a piece of pink foam landed on his nose. "Are you coming in?!" Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a handful of pink and tried to throw it at the taller boy, but the stuff was too light to make a good projectile.
Trowa's smile widened even further. "Oh... I'm coming in all right," he said, and dived for the huge tub full of pink "popcorn" - and Quatre!