"We're here." Heero landed Wing Zero in front of Quatre's estate and jumped out of the hatch. DeathScythe landed next to him and Duo exploded out before the hatch was completely open.

"Oi Heero! Let's go in, it's freezing!" Wufei shook his head and snapped, "Close your mouth Maxwell. It's going to fill with snow." Duo glomped onto him and beamed. "I love you too, Wuffie."

"Wu-FEI, kisama!!!" Heero rolled cobalt eyes, grabbed the chestnut braid and proceeded to drag him to the Winner estate. "Hn, baka."

Trowa landed HeavyArms and helped Quatre out Sandrock. The little blond was still shaken from what he had been through and it was a wonder how he could even fly his gundam. Quatre stumbled out, wearing only a pair of boxers that Duo had lent him and Trowa's turtleneck.

The Arabian would've fallen into the snow if his taller lover hadn't caught him. Holding him close to his chest, Trowa carried him to the mansion. He stroked his pale cheek with a gloved hand and spoke softly, "We'll go to our room and get cleaned up, okay?"

The brown haired boy was answered with a listless nod. Quatre buried his head against his koibito's solid chest and closed his eyes. He grabbed a handful of Trowa's coat and held onto him like a lifeline.

It was rather late so the boys were able to go inside unnoticed. Wufei watched Duo drag Heero into their bedroom holding a bottle of chocolate sauce and a jar of candied cherries and shook his head. He did not want to know.

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Trowa laid Quatre on the bed and paused to take his jacket off. He then stripped down to his boxers and then pulled the turtleneck over Quatre's head. The blond backed away from him and curled up in a ball to hide the new scars on his back, side and stomach. They would disappear in a matter of weeks but at the moment, Quatre wanted absolutely no one to see what the OZ soldiers had done to him.

"Koi." The French boy crawled closer to him and said, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I'll always love you no matter what happens to you." He held his arms out to the smaller boy who watched him with large, trembling eyes.

Hesitantly, Quatre let himself be enfolded into strong arms. "Gomen." He whispered meekly.

He was silenced when his koibito's lips brushed against his lips. Trowa cupped the small face in his hands and drank in the lovely features. The round cheeks were red from the cold, making cerulean eyes sparkle. Soft lips were also flushed and slightly swollen.

Unable to hold back the urge any longer, he kissed the small boy heatedly. The green-eyed boy trailed kisses down the slender neck and flicked his tongue into the curves of Quatre's ear. "Ne, Trowa... I'm too tired."

"Then I'll do everything for you." He felt the blond shiver, which only encouraged the bulge in his shorts further. He more or less tore both their boxers off and they went sailing through air faster than the previous articles of clothing.

He rolled Quatre onto his stomach and carefully traced a scar on his back. Trowa could feel his angel's body trembling with muffled sobs. He kissed Quatre's naked shoulders and gently ran his hand down the curve of the other's bottom.

"You're beautiful." He assured him. He kissed each scar tenderly before turning him over and kissing the one across his stomach. "Exquisite." He breathed, his lips brushing against baby-soft skin. The blond squirmed slightly and blushed. A mischievous twinkle lit up Trowa's one visible eye and he smirked a very un-Trowa like smirk. "You like that, don't you?" With that, he ran the tip of his tongue over the scar and smiled as Quatre moaned and arched his back.

He moved upward and sucked lightly on one of the blond's nipples. Quatre moaned again, only to have it go unheard by a certain banged pilot. Trowa brushed his lips against the now rigid nub of flesh before starting on the other one. He bit down gently and his groin ached further when he heard the soft cry of pleasure. Quatre watched Trowa raise his head with a smug grin.

"I… hate you…" He growled out. Anything else he tried to say was silenced as the French pilot's lips descended onto his.

Trowa kissed the remaining tears away before tending to both their neglected erections. He carefully spread the creamy thighs apart and took Quatre's length into his mouth. Trowa swirled his tongue around the tip and ran it against the underside of the other's erection.

The Arabian cried out and jerked. One hand was buried deep in Trowa's hair and the other grasped a handful of sheets. "T-Trowa…" He choked before orgasm hit him and he spilled his seed into his lover's mouth.

Trowa licked the rest of his angel's seed off his stomach and turned the boy over. "Do you really want to do this?" He asked softly. He traced the pink lines criss-crossing the blond's smooth back and murmured, "Just say it and I'll stop."

"Iie," The quiet voice was firm as Quatre replied, "I want you…"

Silently, Trowa reached onto the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil. He coated his fingers and Quatre's opening with the oil and carefully thrust his erection in. Quatre arched his back and let out a cry. Head spinning, Trowa thrust again and again. The brown banged boy positioned his hands on the small hips and thrust again. "Oh God…" Quatre was lying beneath, drenched with sweat and whimpering with pleasure and desire. A wave of emotions overcame him and he exploded with a yell of ecstasy and pleasure.

Both boys fell back onto the bed, drained from their lovemaking. Trowa held his little one close and pressed another kiss to sweat matted bangs. Sapphire eyes were brimming with unshed tears as small fingers gently traced the taller boy's lips.

Trowa ran his hands through the tousled blond locks and pulled him closer. "Ai shiteru tenshi…"

When he was sure that Trowa was asleep, Quatre got up and tiptoed into the adjoining bathroom. He turned on the shower, but didn't go in at first. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had lost several pounds and he was rather pale. Dark circles were already forming under his eyes and bruises marred his skin. Quietly, he stepped into the shower stall. He wrapped his arms around himself and curled up in the corner. Hot water spattered onto his back and shoulders but he could've cared less.

He shuddered, trying to block out the vivid memories of the previous mission. The soldier pawing at him, a bloody knife ripping across his side…

He whimpered and drew his knees up to his chest. He felt so repulsed, how could Trowa possibly love him? He tucked his head against his knees and let the tears fall.

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Trowa awoke to the faint sound of running water. Curious, he got up to see what it was. He never expected to see Quatre curled in a corner of the shower, crying for all he was worth.

"Quatre…" Trowa rushed into the stall, turned off the scalding water, and gathered the frail angel into his arms. Wrapping a thick towel around the Arabian, he carried Quatre back to the bed.

The little blond clutched Trowa's hand and cried hoarsely, "Onegai… don't leave me…" He approached the bed and cradled the trembling figure.

"I'll never leave you. It's all right now, no more tears." Quatre sniffled and snuggled closer, holding onto his koibito as tightly as he could. Trowa settled onto the bed once more, holding his little angel.

Sleepy blue eyes gazed happily into green ones as the blond was swept off by peaceful dreams. Trowa watched his little angel and noted idly that the golden hair was longer and nearly reached his shoulders. He fingered a damp ringlet and kissed the soft cheek. Before falling asleep, the French pilot made a mental note to not let Quatre cut his hair. He was about to doze off when a loud shriek jerked him awake.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!! YES!!! FUCK ME HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! YES!! YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!"

He snickered and went back to sleep.