Quatre leaned back in the hot tub and relaxed, letting out a deep breath. Finally the war was over, and now it was time to relax. But not for long. He knew sooner or later he'd have to face reality and take care of his family's corporation. It was his duty, his responsibility, to take care of it. Although he wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Not at all.

The tub was just about full, so Quatre turned off the water. He'd added bubbles, of course. A bath just wasn't a bath without bubbles. And there were quite a lot of bubbles. He sighed softly and reflected silently over all the events of the war. He'd done things he'd regret forever, things he would never forgive himself for.

The guilt was such a heavy burden on his soul. So many have died.. he thought sadly. Too many..¦ it shouldn't have to be that way..

Even though most of those lives that had been lost were strangers to Quatre, he couldn't help but feel for them, as well as their families and friends.

Quatre knew what it was like to lose people who he loved. His father had died as a result of the war. So had his sister Iria. And Trowa.. well, Trowa hadn't actually died, but he'd been lost to all of them for a while.

And it was Quatre's fault. That was the worst guilt of all. He knew Trowa had forgiven him. What good was it if Quatre himself couldn't forgive? He remembered that shocking yet elated realization that had come to him after Trowa's 'death'. He had spent long hours worrying over his supposedly fallen comrade.

No, not comrade - friend. And then Quatre realized 'friend' was not the word to describe what he had felt for the tall green-eyed pilot.

And when he had realized Trowa was still alive, he wanted desperately to claim him on the spot, to tell the other boy he would never let him out of his sight again. And Trowa didn't remember.

But that was a while ago. Trowa had since regained his memories. And in the final battle, Trowa had saved him while he lay bleeding on the floor of the Libra ship. Quatre looked down gingerly at the pink scar that had just recently formed after the initial wound had healed. It definitely wasn't as bad as it had felt.

He had been in bed for a few days on the Peacemillion, recovering from blood loss. Trowa had visited him then, and Quatre was surprised he hadn't returned to the circus yet. Returned to Catherine, the girl Quatre suspected Trowa loved. He sighed again. His skin was starting to get wrinkly from the hot water, and he sat up slightly, reaching for the plug. His hand stopped halfway there when he heard footsteps.

The door to the room opened and Trowa walked in, wearing only a pair of black boxers, carrying a towel around his neck. Quatre gaped. Trowa stared at him for a moment.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here already." Trowa turned to go.

"No, that's fine. There's enough room in here for you, too," Quatre said, then mentally slapped himself. What was he thinking? But Trowa didn't seem to have a problem with it.

Allah.. please don't let him take off his boxers.. Luckily, Trowa didn't. Quatre was glad. Seeing Trowa half-naked had already had some interesting effects on his body; seeing him naked might cause a reaction that would embarrass him to the moon and back.

And they were quite far from the moon at this point. Horrified, Quatre remembered that he was sitting there naked. He made sure enough bubbles were hiding the area between his legs. Trowa lowered himself into the water, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of contentment.

"It feels good to relax," Trowa said. Quatre swallowed hard. Trowa still had his eyes closed, and when he opened them, Quatre struggled hard to maintain a perfectly neutral expression. "Don't you think so, Quatre?" He nodded.

Wish I could not with you around like this Quatre thought. Quatre continued to stare at Trowa.. his muscular chest, strong shoulders and arms - he could just imagine how it would feel to be held by the other boy.

He shook off the thought and reached for a washcloth. Trowa was staring at him, and Quatre suddenly felt very self-conscious. He tried not to blush, but wasn't successful. And the bubbles were slowly starting to melt away in the water. Then what would he do? Quatre tried to wash the backs of his shoulders and his back, but couldn't quite reach.

Trowa smiled- smiled- and Quatre blushed some more. "Let me see the rag," Trowa said. Quatre handed it over to him, and Trowa pulled the smaller boy closer. Quatre's mind panicked. What is he DOING? Slowly, Trowa started to run the washcloth over Quatre's back and shoulders slowly.

"Ano Trowa, you don't have to.."

"Nonsense," Trowa said. "But you'll have to wash my back, k?"

Quatre nodded numbly. What Trowa was doing felt rather.. nice. Quatre was glad he had his back to Trowa because his eyes were closed and a strange smile was twisted across his face. But his eyes flicked open as soon as Trowa's hand went lower, stroking the small of his back.

"Um.. Quatre.. are you.. naked?"

Quatre turned around a little. Trowa had a slight blush across his cheeks. Quatre grinned.

"Well, Trowa, it IS a bath!" he laughed. Trowa stopped blushing, his face returning to its usual stoic expression. Quatre turned back around and Trowa continued to wash his back.

When he was done, Trowa moved back over to the opposite side of the tub. Quatre started to head over to wash Trowa's back, when Trowa's hand emerged from the water holding his boxers.

The dripping wet boxers were tossed onto the floor of the room. Quatre felt his breath catch in his throat. He looked to Trowa for some sort of explanation.

"Ano.. you said yourself, it is a bath," Trowa offered as his explanation, the slight reddish tint returning to his cheeks. Quatre nodded, swallowed, and mentally reviewed his situation. Him. Naked. In the tub. With Trowa. Also naked.

Oh god..

Slowly, Quatre moved towards Trowa with the washcloth in hand. He wasn't quite sure if he could do this without wanting to - well, Quatre tried not to think about that.

Just Trowa.. he told himself. It's just Trowa. Why am I so nervous?

Slowly, Quatre touched the cloth to Trowa's back. He ran it slowly over the other boy's shoulders and upper back. Trowa sighed softly, and Quatre's stomach twisted up in knots. His body was starting to react again to Trowa, and he tried to stop it, but found he couldn't. Quatre stopped momentarily, his hands resting on Trowa's shoulders, and decided he couldn't take this anymore. Did Trowa even realize how much he was torturing him? Quatre dropped the washcloth into the water and Trowa turned around, wondering why Quatre had stopped washing his back.

Quatre leaned forward and kissed him soundly, sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. He heard a slight gasp from Trowa, a gasp of surprise. Shimatta! Quatre thought as he pulled away quickly. Shouldn't have done that.

He pulled away. Trowa was staring at him, his expression carefully blank, although Quatre could see the surprise clearly shown in his eyes.

"Ah ano.. gomen, Trowa," He blushed furiously. Trowa continued to look at him. The silence stretched out for what seemed like forever. Quatre looked up finally and met Trowa's eyes. Trowa was smiling. Quatre melted.

"Why did you stop?" Trowa asked. Quatre blinked.

"Huh?" he asked, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"The kiss. Why did you stop?" Trowa repeated himself. Quatre gulped as the meaning of Trowa's words dawned on him.

"Why did I - I thought I might have disgusted you in some way."

"Disgusted me? How?" Quatre laughed out of nervousness.

"Well, cause we're both boys!" he told Trowa. Trowa nodded.

"And? Does that change anything?"

"No," Quatre said with a sad sigh. "We can still be friends." He looked down at the water. Quatre heard a slight splashing noise and looked up to see Trowa sitting in front of him with a smile on his face. A real, true smile that could only mean..

"I want us to be more than that," Trowa said. Quatre tried to speak but was silenced by Trowa's mouth descending on his. So warm and welcoming.

Quatre knew this was better than what he had imagined it would be like to have Trowa kiss him, really kiss him. Trowa must have sensed his approval, because he drove the kiss deeper, forcing Quatre's mouth open with the kiss. Quatre didn't mind. He liked the intensity of Trowa's rough kiss. Trowa pulled away, leaving Quatre's lips burning with the sensation.

"If - if that's what you want, of course," Trowa added to his earlier statement.

"Trowa.." Quatre moaned. "I want you." Trowa nodded and kissed Quatre's neck. He stood up, pulling Quatre up with him, and Quatre got his first glimpse of all of Trowa's body. He was so beautiful, perfectly sculpted.

Quatre wanted to touch him everywhere. He noticed Trowa's eyes flowing over his own body, and blushed a little.

"Don't," Trowa said. "You're beautiful, Quatre."

"So are you," Quatre said. Trowa knelt down. What is he doing? Quatre put his hands on Trowa's shoulders and looked at him questionably. Trowa reached up his hand and stroked the side of Quatre's face, assuring him with his eyes not to be nervous.

Quatre gasped as he felt Trowa's tongue exploring down there. By Allah, he's.. Quatre let out a slight moan.

Trowa continued exploring with his hands and mouth until Quatre couldn't take it anymore and felt he was about to explode. "Trowa.." he moaned.

He pulled Trowa up to his feet, desperate to kiss him again. Their lips met, a raging fire building between them. Trowa pulled Quatre out of the tub, then shoved him against the wall, pressing himself against the smaller boy. Quatre moaned softly as he felt Trowa's erection up against his thigh.

"Quatre.. I want you I want you so bad.. I need to show you.." Quatre silenced him, kissing Trowa again. Trowa rocked his hips up against Quatre, causing him to moan once more. Quatre's mind was racing.

"Trowa.. Trowa, please.." Trowa pulled away, his breathing heavy, and observed Quatre for a moment. Then he smiled widely. Quatre felt his insides melt once more.

"Quatre you're so beautiful. I need to show you how much I love you."

Quatre smiled. "Aishiteru, Trowa," he whispered. "I want nothing more than to be with you."

Trowa nodded again and kissed Quatre quickly. He took his hand.

"Follow me," Trowa said, handing Quatre a towel. Trowa wrapped another towel around his waist.

"Where to?" Quatre asked although he already had a pretty good idea. He wrapped the towel around his waist. Trowa flashed him a quick grin.

"My room."

An hour or so later, Trowa collapsed into Quatre's waiting arms. He softly stroked Quatre's damp bangs off of his sweaty forehead and kissed his nose lightly. Quatre looked up at his Trowa with pure love shining in his eyes.

"Wow, Trowa," Quatre finally breathed. "You must love me a lot, ne?" Trowa laughed, stroking the side of Quatre's face. Quatre was extremely tired but he wanted more than anything to watch Trowa drift off to sleep. He'd never seen Trowa sleep before. They snuggled up close in each other's arms.

"Quatre," Trowa whispered.

"Hai?"

"Get some sleep, k?" Quatre looked at him with a smile.

"You too," he whispered. Trowa nodded drowsily, and closed his eyes. Quatre rested his head on his chest, delighting in the knowledge that when he woke up tomorrow morning, he would be lying next to his love.

"Oyasumi, koibito," he murmured to the already sleeping Trowa, then Quatre let sleep claim him as well.

Well, this is my fanfic. Let me know what you think. Thanks! I love everybody!

~Melissa

(the insane girl suffering from insomnia)