Heero stood in the darkness, watching as Duo walked off with a stranger. A
girl. He tried to push away the unreasonable stab of jealousy that pierced
his heart. He hoped that he hadn't ruined everything. He hoped Duo would give
him another chance. He hoped Duo would even speak to him again. The lyrics of
the familiar song came back to him.
/Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight/
The two figures left his vision and the Japanese boy felt the cold air on his
skin. He had been such an idiot. Duo was everything to him, the braided boy
was his Jonathan from times past. He felt a stinging wetness in his eyes.
/Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Heero vowed he would never give up on their love. He knew Duo loved him too.
He just needed to convince the longhaired boy that he could trust him again.
He took a shuddering breath, heart aching with loss. The wetness finally
began to fall from his eyes, Heero couldn't stop their flow. He felt so
alone, once again his Jonathan was taken away from him. The Japanese boy
cried for the first time since he was a child.
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that dream somewhere
/And even though I know how very far apart we are
Heero cried, remembering the feeling, however brief, of Duo in his arms. He
knew he would never love another that way, and if Duo never forgave him, he
would spend the rest of his life alone. Heero felt so hollow, empty without
the braided boy. First his parents had left him, then his aunt sent him
away, and then he drove Duo away from him. His tears came faster and a few
choked sobs lips the trembling lips. Night's cool air didn't bother him
anymore; the pain in his heart was too great.
It helps to think we might be wishin' on the same
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same
/Somewhere out there if love can see us through (love
Heero walked slowly back to his room, alone, face still wet with tears of
sorrow. He would find Duo and make him understand. He would never give up. He
would convince the other boy that no matter what happened, there would be
someone, Heero, who loved him unconditionally...The Japanese boy looked up
into the night's sky; the stars were shining down on his saddened face.
Heero closed his eyes and wished upon the stars, he asked them to give him
another chance with Duo.
can see us through)
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true/
Trowa stood stunned in the hallway. Duo loved him? It couldn't be! He looked
down the hall, where the braided boy had run. Was he the reason for all
Duo's pain? Trowa finally realized that he was the one that hurt Duo so
deeply. Trowa started to run the way Duo had gone. He didn't know what to say
to his friend, but he had to talk to him. Then a golden vision stepped in his
way, and he couldn't stop in time. He ran straight into Quatre, knocking the
smaller boy against the wall.
"Trowa!" cried Quatre, sliding to the floor.
"Quatre, are you ok?" The taller boy asked, quickly helping the blonde to
stand on his feet. "I'm sorry," he said, needing to find Duo.
"I... I think so... what's wrong, Trowa?" Quatre held on to Trowa's arm. He
felt dizzy, but Trowa was clearly in a hurry to go somewhere.
The taller boy felt a wave of guilt wash over him; his angel was hurt.
"Everything is fine, Quatre. However, you don't look so well." Trowa's arm
surrounded the slim waist of his lover and he escorted Quatre to his room.
He could find Duo later, after he knew that his angel would be fine.
"Oh, Trowa, I'll be ok," reassured Quatre, though he was glad to have Trowa's
support. He leaned against the tall boy, loving the warmth of his body next
"Quatre, I'm taking you to my room so you can lay down. You hit the wall
pretty hard," Trowa said guiltily.
Quatre let Trowa lead him to his room, glad to sit down. He was getting a
headache. "Do you have any Tylenol?"
The taller boy looked at the blonde sitting on his bed. He went to the
shared restroom and grabbed a small bottle of Tylenol. After he had given
Quatre two pills and some water he realized that the bottle was Duo's. The
braided boy's words came back to him...
"I love you..."
Quatre looked up at Trowa. "Do you mind if I just lie down for a little
while? I feel a bit dizzy..." Trowa looked so sad, and Quatre wondered why.
The taller boy snapped out of his thoughts and smiled down at the golden
angel. "I don't mind..." Trowa walked over and joined Quatre on the bed. He
felt bad for hurting the other boy, it seemed that all he was doing was
causing pain to the people around him.
Quatre settled back, content in Trowa's arms, and drifted off to sleep, not
knowing the turmoil in the other boy's heart.
Duo let his new friend lead him along a quiet street. He trusted her for some
reason. "Where are we going, Relena?"
The blonde girl stopped and turned to face Duo, "To my house. It's on the
campus of the school. We have spare rooms, and you can sleep there."
"Are you sure?" Duo asked, wanting nothing more than to sleep, and be away
from the dorm. "I don't want to be any bother."
"It's no bother, Duo. I know you don't want to go back to your dorm, and I'm
not going to let you sleep outside." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze,
"It's okay, really."
They walked up to a huge house. Duo blurted out, "But that's the Dean's
"Yes, my father." She replied. "Are you okay, Duo?'
"Your father is the Dean?" Duo was amazed. Relena didn't seem snobby or
"Yes, although I wished he wasn't." Relena said, sadness entering her
voice. They walked into the empty house.
"Why do you wish that?"
Relena sighed, "It's a long story, Duo. Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow..."
Duo could tell she didn't want to talk about it. "Ok. But if you ever want to
"Thanks..." She replied, leading them into the house and up the stairs
Duo looked around in amazement at the huge house. He had never been inside a
house this big. Relena led him to a closed door.
"You can stay in this room, I'll go and get some clothes for you to sleep in.
My brother left most of his older stuff here." She said, noticing his wide
eyes. Relena smiled at the boy before vanishing down the hall.
Duo said, "Sure, thanks!" He walked into the huge room. It was bigger than
his whole house. He flopped down on the big bed, realizing how tired he was.
Relena knocked on the door before entering; she looked over and found Duo
fast asleep on the large bed. She smiled softly down at the sleeping face
and pulled a blanket over him. "Sleep tight, Duo." The blonde girl walked
towards and door and turned off the lights, with one last look back she left.
Quatre woke up, not sure where he was, then he felt the warm body next to
him. Trowa was holding him, and it felt so good.
The blonde could feel every inch of his body pressed against the muscled form
of his love; he squirmed just a tad. The reaction was a sharp intake of
breathe. Quatre knew the other boy was awake; he wanted Trowa to touch him.
Quatre had had one taste of passion, and he craved more. He felt his cock
harden and pressed himself against his lover, rocking gently.
Trowa's eyes fluttered closed, the slight movements of his lover were
maddening. He had been awake for about twenty minutes, lost in thought.
Then Quatre began to squirm, which aroused the taller boy. He wanted to bury
himself in that tight heat, as the rocking continued Trowa forgot about
Quatre felt Trowa's body respond to him, and he teasingly ran a small hand
down Trowa's well-developed chest, sliding his fingers under the hem. Smiling
slightly, he looked up at the green-eyed boy. "You feel good, Trowa..."
"Quatre..." he gasped out, the teasing fingers arousing him, further. Trowa
began to lick and nibble on the blonde's ear, while running on hand over the
slim hip. "You feel wonderful..." He whispered while he began to stroke the
bulge in Quatre's pants.
Quatre moaned as he felt Trowa's hands on him. The touch set him on fire; he
needed more and he needed it now. He pushed his hand under Trowa's shirt,
brushing against the other boy's nipples, wanting to hear his lover moan.
The taller boy gasped as his lover began to tease his hardening nipples, his
hips began to rock against Quatre. His hand moved to the zipper of the
blond's pants and lowered the zipper.
Quatre held his breath; he couldn't wait to feel Trowa's hands on him. He
moaned as he felt the other boy's warm hand reach inside to tease his cock.
"Oh Trowa..." the blond boy moaned, arching up to meet his hand.
Trowa began to stroke his lover's burning length; his tongue teased one
delicate ear as his hand teased Quatre's cock. "Quatre..."
Quatre threw his head back and moaned; Trowa was so good.... "What, Trowa?
What do you want?" Quatre knew he would do anything the green-eyed boy
wanted. He wanted to try everything.
"You." Trowa whispered. With his free hand, he guided Quatre's hand to
his bulging arousal. His lover felt so good, so hot. Another soft moan left
his lips; the blonde was his addiction and need. "What do you want, Quatre?"
"I want you to touch me, Trowa... I want to taste you," Quatre answered,
squeezing the hard length through the pants. "I want to make you feel good."
"I want you to feel good, too." Trowa said while unfastening Quatre's pants
and pushing them down the slim hips, "I want to taste you as well, my lover."
Quatre raised his hips and happily let Trowa remove his pants. His dripping
erection poked out of the top of his briefs, aching to be touched. He pulled
at Trowa's pants, trying to get them off.
"Angel...", Trowa moaned. He helped the blonde to remove his own pants
before teasing the tip of Quatre's cock.
Quatre moaned in protest at the teasing. "Please, Trowa..." He helped Trowa
remove his shirt, and he ran his hands over the other boy's smooth skin.
Trowa arched into the touch, his skin burning from pleasure. Quickly he
removed his love's shirt, and then his briefs. They lay together, kissing
passionately while their cocks ground together. Trowa began to move, turning
so that his mouth was hovering over Quatre's dripping cock; his tongue darted
out to tease the sensitive flesh.
Quatre gasped as Trowa licked at him; he looked up at Trowa's dripping
arousal bobbing above his head. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around
it, drawing it down to his mouth.
Trowa gasped out loud as he was taken into Quatre's mouth, his hips pushed is
cock into the heat while be took more of his lover's hardness.
Quatre took in Trowa's arousal slowly, loving the taste of the boy's hot
need. It wasn't easy to concentrate when Trowa's talented mouth was
pleasuring him. The blond boy slowly licked at the hard length, pumping it as
The blonde's tongue teased and caressed Trowa's hard cock, he moaned around
his lover's arousal. His head began to bob up and down, needing to taste
Quatre thrust his hips up, trying to drive his cock deeper into that sweet
heat. Trowa's mouth on him was driving him insane, building up pressure and
making him gasp. He tried to speed up his strokes, alternating sucking
Trowa's erection and pumping it with his hand.
Trowa's hips thrust downward, into the warm hand and hot mouth. He could
feel himself near the peak of climax; he wanted Quatre to come first. He
sped up, driving the blonde over the edge
Quatre screamed, taking his mouth off Trowa's cock briefly. He thrust up, and
then he was climaxing, pumping his hot seed into Trowa's waiting mouth. The
incredible pleasure went on and on, and the blond almost sobbed as he emptied
Trowa swallowed all of his lover's passion, moaning as his hips continued to
thrust. He felt the cool air touch his burning cock briefly, before crying
out and releasing his desire into Quatre's awaiting mouth. It was pure
bliss; his cock throbbed within the wet heat as he licked Quatre's softening
Quatre swallowed Trowa's passion, savoring the taste, while the tremors of
his own climax receded. He licked Trowa clean, and the tall boy turned around
and lay beside him. "That was incredible, Trowa. Did I do ok?"
The taller boy took Quatre's lips in a fierce kiss, slipping his tongue into
his lover's mouth. He deepened his kiss, trying to show the blonde with his
actions. Trowa broke the kiss, needing to breathe, and smiled. "You're
Quatre smiled and nuzzled up against Trowa. "I think I'm falling in love with
you..." he whispered.
"I think I love you, too." Trowa whispered before kissing his lover once last
time. He pulled the other boy closer to him and closed his eyes, soon
slipping into bittersweet dreams of Quatre and Duo.
Quatre drifted off too, secure in his lover's arms. He didn't feel Trowa slip
out about an hour later. The tall boy had woken and realized he needed to
check on Duo.
Trowa crept quietly into the braided boy's room. He needed to know that Duo
was ok. He was consumed by guilt about his treatment of his friend, and his
insensitivity. But as Trowa walked into the small room, he could see it was
empty, and the bed hadn't been slept in. He sank down on the bed, whispering,
"Duo? What have I done?"