Two Halves of a Whole

Warnings: sexual content, lemon yay.

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Two Halves of a Whole
Part 3
by Fantasymonk

Quatre leaned against the tree, listening to the birds, and thought about Trowa. A rustling sound made him smile, and through closed eyelids, he could picture Trowa coming back through the bushes. He blushed as he thought about Trowa's gentle hands and well-built chest.

"I hope that blush is for me, angel," came a sinister voice. Quatre froze, and opened his eyes to an unwelcome sight. Captain Thompson was stalking toward him, but he was not the man Quatre remembered. His long blonde hair was singed short, and his left cheek had red blisters marring the perfection of his features.

The smaller boy's first reaction was to scream, the sound full of fear and remembered shame. Quatre cringed against the tree and then his mind snapped back into focus. He had to get away. Tensing, the blonde youth sprang to his feet and raced to the other end of the clearing, but Thompson's longer legs anticipated his move, and Quatre found himself captive again, with both wrists being held in Captain Thompson's large hand. His grip was painfully tight, and Quatre winced as the man forced him to his knees.

"I've been watching you, waiting for you to come out of the house. I will never let you get away again, angel. Believe me, I've dreamed up some lovely entertainment for us when I get you away from here," he said with his face close to Quatre's.

Quatre could feel his breath hitting his face, and he turned his face away, pulling with all his strength, but Thompson was bigger and stronger. Using his free hand, he hit Quatre as hard as he could, leaving the boy senseless on the ground.

Footsteps from a small path caused Thompson to turn in time to see a brown-haired youth charging toward him. He was knocked backward as the hurtling body hit him, and he felt himself hit the ground. The boy held his ground, fists clenched and eyes angry as he glanced over at Quatre, who was still unconscious.

"You bastard," he snarled. "I should kill you for what you did to Quatre."

Thompson laughed.

"Is that his name? I always felt that names weren't important when all a person was meant for is to be used, especially when the user is me," he said. His smile widened as he looked Trowa up and down.

"You're an attractive boy; I wouldn't mind keeping you. Are you two a matched set?" he asked, pushing himself off the ground into a crouch. Trowa tensed. "I could use a toy like you when my angel got tired," he added, motioning toward Quatre.

"Go to hell!" Trowa shouted. Thompson's face darkened.

"I've been there. What did you think happened to my face? And now I've come for what's mine!" he concluded, springing at Trowa.

Trowa was taken by surprise. The larger man ran into him, knocking him over, but Trowa turned the fall into a handspring that landed him back on his feet. Thompson gaped for only a moment, and then threw a punch at his opponent. Trowa ducked and landed a quick jab into the older man's stomach, causing Thompson to gasp for breath. He used the opportunity to throw a roundhouse to Thompson's chin, reacquainting him with the ground.

The captain rubbed his chin and eyed Trowa with new respect as he stood up. His eyes looked beyond Trowa and he smiled. Trowa chanced a glance back and saw Quatre standing up and shaking his head. Blood trickled from a cut on his lip, but otherwise he looked fine. He smiled in relief when he saw that the blonde youth was not seriously hurt. Then Quatre looked at him and cried out.

"Look out Trowa!"

Trowa whipped around to see Thompson running at him again. He barely dodged the man, throwing himself to the side. His heart leaped into his throat when he saw that Thompson was between himself and Quatre. The other man looked behind him and grinned.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I've got a choice, an angel or a lion." Thompson's grin got wider as he backed up slowly. Quatre backpedaled until his back ran into a tree. The captain grinned again. "I think I'm in the mood for something sweet," he said while licking his lips. "I choose the angel for now." With this, Thompson moved in a blur of speed toward Quatre.

Trowa was right behind him, and as the captain grabbed the smaller boy, Trowa seized his arm and spun him around, throwing a punch full of all the anger he had toward the older man. Thompson turned a full circle, falling on his face. When he didn't get up, Trowa turned to Quatre.

"Are you okay?" he asked the smaller boy. Quatre nodded and gave a shuddering sigh. Trowa stepped forward and put his arms around him, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay, I told you I would protect you. We'd better leave and get the others before he wakes up."

"Too late," said a voice behind them. Something grabbed Trowa and flung him away from Quatre. "I see," said Captain Thompson. "So you two are a matched set, after all. Well, I'm not going to let you have him. If I can't have angel, then nobody will," he snarled, teeth bared. Without warning, he pulled a gun from his waistband, pointing it at Quatre.

Quatre froze as he stared down the barrel, wishing he'd had a chance to tell Trowa how he felt, to know if he felt the same way. Everything seemed to move in slow motion; he saw Thompson pull the trigger, seemed to see the bullet speeding toward him. Then he heard a loud cry and saw somebody flash in front of him. Trowa's body was flung back against Quatre as the bullet struck. Quatre took on the extra weight and lowered the other boy down as gently as he could.

Trowa's face was tight with pain, and blood seeped steadily from a hole in his chest. Quatre stared in disbelief. Then he threw his head back and let out all his despair and pain in one heart-wrenching howl. The eyes that turned toward the captain were not the compassionate eyes of Quatre Raberbe Winner. Instead, an inhuman anger flared into being, fanned by the knowledge that the one person he loved was dying in front of him.

Under that burning gaze, Captain Bond Thompson instinctively took a step back, then shook himself. Raising the gun again, he prepared to fire, when Quatre sprang forward and wrenched his wrist, causing him to drop it. In a flash, the gun was in Quatre's hands, and it was aimed at his heart. Thompson began to sweat as he saw his death in the blonde youth's eyes. Then a sound broke the silence; Trowa groaned and raised his head weakly.

"Quatre, don't kill him. You'll never forgive yourself if you do. Quatre..." the voice trailed off as Trowa lost consciousness. The gleam in Quatre’s eyes faded, and he slowly lowered the gun. Thompson saw the change in the boy and took advantage of his hesitation, catching hold of his shirt. Quatre jerked back, causing several buttons to pop and the shirt to tear. The blonde youth fell on his back, the wind momentarily knocked out of him. Thompson advanced, an evil gleam in his eyes, and was reaching for the boy when… Quatre looked at the belt of Thompson’s pants, and when the captain looked down, the boy lashed out hard with his foot, catching the older man in the groin. Captain Thompson’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he clutched at himself like a lifeline. Then he sank to the ground in a stupor of pain that ignored all else. Quatre panted in relief, then his mind remembered… Trowa. He staggered over to the other boy and fell to his knees. Raising Trowa’s body a bit, he placed the taller boy’s head on his own lap, letting out a ragged chuckle as he remembered the similar position he woke up to that
very morning. The chuckle gave way to ragged sobs and he vented his grief.

"Trowa, please don’t die," he wailed. "Don’t leave me!" This was how the rest of the team found him when, moments later, they rushed into the clearing.

Less than an hour later, Quatre was shakily drinking a cup of strong tea when Sally came into the kitchen with Duo and Wufei. He sprang to his feet and immediately regretted it as the room spun. Sally rushed forward to steady him.

"Quatre, you’re still not fully recovered from that blow to your head; you have to take it easy. You need to get upstairs and get to bed," she said, gently forcing him back into his seat. Quatre shook his head stubbornly.

"I can’t rest until I know that Trowa is okay, Sally. Please…" tears brimmed in his eyes and he forced them back, taking a deep breath. In a calmer voice he continued, "Please tell me, is he doing better?"

Sally smiled in understanding and nodded. "He’s stabilized now, Quatre. He lost blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding, and the wound will heal. He’ll be fine with plenty of rest and good food… and so will you," she added, guiding Quatre toward the stairs leading to the bedrooms. "Go on up and go to sleep, and I’ll tell you if there are any changes." Quatre nodded gratefully and went upstairs. Going into his bedroom, he fell onto his bed and surrendered to blessed oblivion.

Duo, Wufei, and Sally watched the smaller boy leave the room, and then Sally turned to Duo.

"What happened to Captain Thompson?" she asked, her eyes going hard.

"The captain was sent to a branch of Black Wing for interrogation of Romafeller activities. We told the superiors there what had happened, and they aren’t too pleased with their new prisoner right now," Duo told her, a smug grin on his face. Wufei nodded his agreement.

"Justice will be served," the Chinese youth solemnly proclaimed.

For several weeks, Quatre didn’t leave Trowa’s side but for a few minutes at a time. He was there to make sure Trowa ate, gave him as much of a bath as he could with his bandages, read to him, and sat by his side as he slept. While Quatre was taking care of Trowa, the rest of the boys were there to make sure Quatre took care of himself. The day came when Trowa got out of his bed for the first time and took a short walk around the room with Quatre there to hold him up. Quatre was also there when Sally took the bandages off and pronounced Trowa fully healed. In his heart, Quatre was sad that he wouldn’t be able to take care of Trowa anymore, but he was happy that his love was well again. He believed that once Trowa was better, he wouldn’t need Quatre anymore. That evening the blonde boy stepped out of his shower and blow-dried his hair silently, thinking about the change his relationship with Trowa was about to undergo. The scent of coconut filled the air from the candles Quatre had placed in his room to go with his pensive mood. Once his hair was dry, he wrapped a robe loosely about himself and stepped out of the bathroom… and gave a start of surprise when he saw Trowa sitting on the bed. His breath momentarily left his body as he saw Trowa in the flickering candlelight. His dark green eyes gleamed with a soft light, and his skin glowed faintly. Quatre was frozen to the spot. Then Trowa stood up and walked toward the other boy.

"Quatre, there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you for some time, and I hope I haven’t come too late," Trowa said, moving closer. Quatre’s eyes were captured by the sight of Trowa’s mouth. He mentally traced their outline, wanting to touch them. Then he realized Trowa was talking again.

"Quatre, I don’t know if you share my feelings, but I’m sure of what I feel, and I want you to give me your answer," the taller youth said. Quatre blinked dumbly at him.

"Wh… what?" he stammered. Trowa looked him in the eyes.

"If you don’t love me in return, I understand. After what happened, I don’t see how you could stand to have anyone near you," Trowa finished, looking away from Quatre’s wide-eyed gaze. His own eyes grew wide when Quatre started speaking.

"Trowa, I know you can’t be serious. You don’t deserve someone who isn’t pure; you deserve someone who is yours heart and soul… and body," Quatre finished miserably, lowering his head. Trowa took Quatre’s face in his hands and gently lifted the boy’s gaze to his own. Then he leaned forward slowly, giving the blonde youth time to protest. Gently, oh so gently, he captured Quatre’s mouth in an undemanding kiss. The smaller boy started in surprise, then he gradually relaxed and returned the kiss. His arms stole around Trowa’s neck, pulling the startled youth closer. Suddenly he broke off the kiss and buried his face in Trowa’s shirt. His voice came out muffled through the fabric.

"Please tell me you’re serious, Trowa. Tell me this isn’t some joke," Quatre whispered. Trowa pressed his lips to Quatre’s hair in a gentle kiss, savoring the smell of the smaller boy’s jasmine-scented hair and soap-clean skin. Then he spoke again. "Quatre, I have never been as serious as when I tell you that I love you." The blonde youth shivered in his arms, and then turned his face upward.

"Trowa, I want us to be together tonight. Can we do that?" he asked, his eyes pleading silently. In answer, Trowa captured his lips in another kiss. The taller boy’s hands moved down to the belt of Quatre’s robe and untied the loose knot they found there. He pushed the thick fabric off of Quatre’s left shoulder and kissed the flesh he uncovered. Then he pulled away, and Quatre watched in fascination as Trowa quickly divested himself of socks, shoes, and shirt. When Trowa reached down to take off his pants, Quatre grabbed the taller boy’s hands.

"May I help?" he asked shyly. Trowa nodded. Quatre pushed Trowa back until the brown-haired youth was forced to sit down on the bed, and he slowly pressed him further so that Trowa was lying down. Working hesitantly, the Arabian boy unbuckled Trowa’s belt, sliding it out of the loops. Then he worked open the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. Trowa’s breath caught in his throat as Quatre’s hand brushed against a sensitive part of his anatomy. As Quatre tugged on his pants Trowa lifted his hips to allow the smaller boy to slide them down. Quatre grew shy again as he reached for Trowa’s underwear. Trowa placed his hands on Quatre’s and guided them to his own hips. Then he caught the other boy’s eyes with his own as together they took away the last barrier between his body and Quatre’s hungry eyes. Trowa lay unashamed of his body as Quatre gazed at his lover. Without hesitation, Quatre got on the bed and crawled over Trowa until he was sitting on his lap. Trowa
shifted until he was upright, and Quatre gave a soft yelp as the taller boy pushed his robe all the way off and onto the floor. The blonde youth blushed and looked away as Trowa’s eyes took in every inch of his body. Trowa brushed the side of Quatre’s face with his fingertips and smiled as the smaller boy leaned into the caress. Quatre turned his face toward Trowa’s hand and gently kissed the fingertips, smiling up at his love. As if they heard an unspoken command, they captured each other’s lips and sent their hands exploring each other’s body. When Quatre’s hand closed on Trowa’s member, he stopped at the gasp he heard from his lover. He looked up with concern.

"Oh Trowa, did I hurt you?" he asked, his small hand still cradling his love’s sex. Trowa shook his head, his eyes closed and leaning slightly back. Quatre watched Trowa, fascinated by the reactions his gentle ministrations were causing. The taller youth lay back on the bed and he gave a groan. As Quatre continued to gently stroke the other boy, Trowa’s arousal became evident and he began panting, moving his hips slightly in time with the movements of Quatre’s hand. Hesitantly, Quatre leaned forward and softly kissed the tip of Trowa’s erection, causing the brown-haired youth to gasp again and jerk his hips sharply. Wanting to please his love, Quatre took Trowa’s member in his mouth, slowly swallowing as much as he could. Trowa’s eyes opened at the sudden heat that was spreading between his legs and closed again as he gave a deep rumble in his throat. While Quatre gently suckled and stroked Trowa’s erection with his tongue, he massaged the underside of the shaft and played with the soft skin he found there. Trowa gave a keening sound and shuddered as he came in the blonde youth’s mouth. As the taller
boy lay there panting, Quatre licked his lips and crawled up Trowa’s body until he was lying on him.

"Did you like that Trowa?" he asked, smiling happily. Trowa nodded, a small smile forming on his lips as he felt himself getting hard again. Then he sat up and lay Quatre down on the bed, stroking his hand down the smaller boy’s chest and across the satiny skin of his belly, until his hand closed around the other boy’s member. Quatre gave a startled gasp and then relaxed as Trowa’s hand worked its magic, stroking until the smaller boy’s erection rivaled Trowa’s own. Quatre made a sound of disappointment as Trowa stopped, and looked up as the taller youth left the bed and went into the bathroom. When Trowa came back, he brought with him a small bottle of oil. He looked down at his blonde lover.

"May I?" he asked, pouring a little out onto his hand. Quatre nodded slowly. "Don’t worry, love," Trowa said. "I would never be anything less than gentle with you," he assured the smaller boy. Liberally coating a finger, he slipped it into the other boy’s entrance. Stroking inside his love, Trowa was rewarded by the sight of Quatre, his eyes closed and mouth open as his body responded to the inner massage. Using the opportunity he leaned down to kiss the blonde youth, slipping his tongue into Quatre’s mouth and exploring its secrets. A second finger joined the first in Quatre and Trowa began stretching the smaller boy’s entrance. Quatre’s hips moved instinctively toward Trowa, and the taller youth decided it was time. Spreading Quatre’s legs, he positioned himself between them and looked down at his love. Quatre moistened his lips with his tongue and nodded.

"Please Trowa, I want you to take me," he pleaded, pulling at Trowa. Trowa placed the tip of his erection into Quatre and slowly filled the other boy. When his erection was totally sheathed, he stopped to give Quatre time to adjust and to savor the warmth of the other boy’s body. Then he began slowly moving in and out, stroking Quatre’s inner tightness. The smaller boy moved his hips with the rhythm that Trowa set. Trowa placed his hand between their bodies and found Quatre’s member, stroking it back to full erection. As he delved deeper in Quatre’s body, he pumped Quatre’s erection, pushing the blonde youth closer to the edge. The combined sensation of Trowa’s hand and the sweet love they were making caused Quatre to come, his seed splashing over both their bodies. Not long after, Trowa felt his own release as he came in his lover’s body, crying out. Both boys sank to the mattress breathing heavily, and they looked in each other’s eyes. Trowa spoke first.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he asked, motioning with his head toward the bathroom. Quatre smiled happily.

"I would love to, if you can help me again," Quatre responded. "And this time, I’ll let you do everything," he finished, getting off the bed and holding his hand out to Trowa. Hand in hand, they entered the bathroom and shut the door.

The next morning, Trowa woke up with a comforting, warm weight on his chest. Looking down he saw Quatre lying across his chest with an arm thrown around his lover. He smiled lightly and raised a hand to stroke through the smaller boy’s hair. Quatre gave a small sigh and scooted closer to Trowa. Then he opened one eye sleepily and smiled up at Trowa.

"Morning," Quatre said, stretching lazily and exposing more tempting flesh to Trowa as the bedsheet slid down. The blonde youth lifted his arms and caught Trowa’s head to pull it down for a kiss. As their lips met, Trowa saw a familiar flash go off, and looked up to see Duo standing in the doorway, grinning like a jack o’ lantern. In his hand was a camera. He raised it again, and took a picture of the look on Trowa’s face. Then Trowa saw something arc toward the braided boy, and blinked in surprise as Duo fell back into the hallway. He then looked over at Quatre, who got out of the bed, still naked, to retrieve the pillow he had thrown and close the door. Quatre turned the lock and then faced Trowa, a sweet smile on his face.

"People shouldn’t disturb others during private moments," he said by way of explanation. Then he crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Trowa. Trowa put his arms around the smaller boy.

"When Duo wakes up, he’s going to have quite a story to tell the others," Trowa commented. Quatre looked up.

"Are you ashamed of us?" he asked, worried. Trowa smiled down at him.

"Of course not, love," he answered, giving Quatre a small kiss on his forehead. "I don’t think our friends will care what our relationship is, as long as we’re happy," he finished, hugging Quatre tighter. The blonde youth made a contented sound and they forget about everything else as they enjoyed each other’s company.

Duo bounced into the kitchen, his camera in his hand. Heero raised an eyebrow at the hyper boy and then proceeded to ignore him, typing on his laptop. Wufei, Noin, and Zechs looked up from their breakfasts.

"What did you do, Duo?" Noin asked. Duo looked at her innocently.

"Me? What makes you think I did anything?" he asked, grinning boyishly at her. Noin sighed.

"I know you, that’s why," she answered. Then she pointed to the camera. "What did you do with that?"

Duo’s grin got even wider, if that was possible, and he put his hands behind his head.

"Oh, I just got a great picture of Trowa and Quatre in bed… together," he said.

Wufei, who was taking a drink of tea, did an impromptu imitation of a sprinkler, sending a spray of liquid over the table and barely missing Noin. Heero pounded him on the back while he choked. Then Heero turned to Duo.

"Give me that film," he said, glaring at the grinning boy. Duo clutched the camera close to his chest.

"Come and get it," he answered, backing toward the door. Then he raced out of the room with Heero in hot pursuit. Noin shook her head and helped Wufei clean up the table.

"Never a dull moment around here," she said to herself, chuckling. Then she sobered, looking over at Zechs, who was putting the dishes in the dishwasher. At least Quatre and Trowa had found something good out of the recent events. She thought of her own feelings for Zechs. Ah well, perhaps someday she would talk with him, but right now there were missions to go over. She squared her shoulders and prepared for another day at the Black Wing compound.

The End

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