{ BOOTY } part three

Quatre was stunned, and he knew if not for Trowa's support, he would have fallen to the ground. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. He felt Trowa's heavy breathing, warm on his face. It matched his own erratic breaths. "Quatre," Trowa's hands tightened around his waist, pulling them closer together, "could you.. would.. will you be..." "Forever," Quatre whispered, as he closed the space between them and pressed his lips to Trowa's. Trowa hesitated for a mere millisecond, before giving himself to that sweet kiss. He wanted to coax Quatre's mouth open, and taste the inside, but he wasn't going to do anything that Quatre didn't ask for. The blonde pulled back some, and looked into Trowa's eyes. They were darkened with lust, and for the first time, that pleased him. He wanted more, so much more, but he didn't know how to ask for it. He rubbed himself against Trowa like a needy kitten. "Q-Quatre!" Trowa could feel his control slipping. The feel of the slender body grating up against his own was too much of a temptation. He clung tighter to Quatre, closing his eyes, letting the sensations flow through him. He felt his little one's warm breath on his ear. "Trowa.. I saved myself this long, just for you. Will you be my first? Take me, claim me as your own?" Trowa moaned in response, and crushed their bodies together. He could feel himself already hardening, at the innocent eroticism of Quatre's words. The blonde tugged Trowa's mouth back down to his, in a kiss that was more passion than practice. This time, Trowa let his tongue slide out, to glide along Quatre's full lips. "Let me in little one," he whispered, before he reclaimed Quatre's mouth. Quatre's head was already spinning as he parted his lips and let Trowa's tongue slip in. It was strange at first, to feel another's tongue moving inside his mouth. But as Trowa began to stroke him with that wet flesh, he found he didn't care. He slowly started to move his tongue against Trowa's, caressing the other boy as he was being caressed. He wrapped his arms tighter around the banged pirate's.. *his*.. banged pirate's neck, needing him to be closer. Trying to draw his love in through his mouth. He parted his lips wider, sucking at Trowa's mouth, incessantly running his tongue all over the warm, inner moistness. One of Trowa's hands slid from his waist up, and under his shirt. Quatre's hands were still locked around the green eyed boy's neck, so all he could do was squirm, as long fingers explored him. The tanned digits trailed up his side, and over his ribs. They traced over his abdomen, and up to the skin between his nipples. A warmth started to build between his legs. He could feel his cock stirring, growing. Quatre whimpered into Trowa's mouth as the tips of his fingers swirled around his nipples. Everywhere those perfect fingers touched burned. They ran fiery paths all along his body, leaving warmth in their wake. Trowa's other hand snaked up the shirt to join it's mate. Quatre was now hanging on to Trowa for dear life. The tall boy laid his hands flat against Quatre's stomach, and ran them upwards. His rough palms setting the smooth flesh on fire. Quatre could feel the skin tingling as Trowa touched it. It felt hot, and alive. He pulled back from the kiss, and buried his face in the crook of Trowa's neck. Trowa's hands stopped where they were.  They slid around to Quatre's back, and moved up and down his backbone. Had he moved too fast? Quatre was panting. Trowa could feel the short, warm exhales on the sensitive skin of his neck. He got goosebumps, that ran in a shivering line straight down to his cock. Quatre moved against him, rubbing their bodies together. Trowa's swollen cock was being chafed by the blonde's flat stomach. The taller boy strangled a moan, and buried his face in Quatre's golden locks. The pirate felt the blonde's erection pressing into his thigh. Quatre squirmed around, trying to relieve the pressure that was building in him. Trowa's fingers were still lightly caressing his back, but it wasn't enough. He needed to be touched everywhere. He whined and started to lick Trowa's neck, hoping to urge the boy to do more. Trowa hissed, and his fingers dug into the soft skin of Quatre's back. He was trying so hard to hold back. To go slow for Quatre. But it was the hardest struggle he had ever fought. Quatre was still wiggling in his arms. His every brush over Trowa's aching arousal caused the banged boy to come that much closer to losing his mind. Quatre's soft tongue was moving over the tender flesh of his neck. It was too much to try to deny. "Q-Q-Quatre.. do you know what you're doing to me?" He felt the blonde shake his head, and his flaxen strands of hair ticking the wet skin. "T-Trowa.. I'm so.. I need..," Quatre trailed off unsure of what he was trying to say. He pulled back, and looked into the green orbs of his love. Quatre was so confused. His whole body was on fire, and it felt like it was strung too tight. He knew Trowa could help, but he couldn't articulate the words to ask him. "Trowa..," he begged, "please..." Quatre wasn't sure what he was pleading for. But that was all the encouragement the Captain needed. Trowa growled, and his hands moved down Quatre's back to cup the round cheeks of his ass. He gripped them tight, and lifted Quatre up. The blonde spread his legs, and wound them around Trowa's waist. Their straining cocks came into contact, and they both gasped. Quatre thrust against Trowa, and cried out. It was like nothing he had ever felt. Trowa was intoxicated with the writhing angel in his arms. But he knew his innocent love wouldn't be able to last long. As Quatre pushed against him, scraping his engorged cock, Trowa knew he wouldn't last much longer either. He walked them over to the bed, and fell on it, trapping Quatre under him. He pulled the blonde's hands over his head, and attempted to pull his torn shirt up over his head. He saw he couldn't get it off without untying Quatre though. "Rip it," Quatre urged, arching up to touch their bodies together. Trowa's fingers tightened around the material unconsciously, and he pulled, ripping the ragged shirt clean off Quatre's body. Then he moved back, and yanked the tight breeches from the blonde's legs. Quatre lifted his hips to help, and moaned as the fabric rubbed across his heated cock. Trowa decided to leave the socks on, they added to the innocent sensualness that was Quatre. He looked down at his love. Quatre's eyes were cloudy with the intense passion, his lips parted as he panted. His milky chest rose and fell quickly. His cock jutted up, hard, and dripping. His thighs quivered from all the new sensations. Trowa could feel himself growing harder, if that was possible. He sat back on his heels, awed at the beauty of the boy. And amazed that this little angel was his. The little angel, however, was impatient. He lifted a stocking foot, and ran it up Trowa's chest. The banged pirate gasped as it grazed his nipple. Quatre looked at Trowa through half open eyes, and he smiled shyly, as his foot moved lower. The black and blue covered toes danced lower, down his chest, over his stomach. And then the blonde's foot slid between Trowa's legs to lightly trace over his rigid cock. Trowa threw his head back, and groaned. Quatre, taking that as a good sign, ran his toes over that stiff flesh again. Trowa arched toward the teasing foot, and the too light touches. The foot came back, and this time Trowa grabbed the ankle and stopped it. Quatre looked scared for a moment. Had he done something wrong? He nibbled his lower lip, and tried to pull his foot away. But Trowa held on tight. The pirate moved forward, parting Quatre's legs wider, and settling between them. He placed the ankle he still held, behind his back, and Quatre took the cue, and wrapped his leg around Trowa's waist. This brought their erect cocks back into contact, and they both moaned at the feeling. Quatre wrapped his other leg around Trowa's waist, and squeezed, wanting the boy to be closer. The fabric of Trowa's pants was rubbing against his freed arousal, and the sensations were driving him to the edge. He arched against his tall love, so desperate to obtain release from the tautness he felt. The pirate pinned his hands securely above him. And then Trowa's mouth descended on his chest. His soft tongue lapped at him, tasting the flavor of his skin. The green eyed boy worked down to one rosy nipple. He licked it lightly, just enough to wet it, then he drew back, and blew on it. The nub of flesh instantly hardened. Quatre's skin prickled, and his entire frame shook as those shivers shot through him. He could feel every nerve being pulled tight. The other nipple received the same treatment, sending a fresh wave of feeling through Quatre's body. But then Trowa took a pink bud into his mouth and bit down on it. Quatre jumped, grinding their erections together in the process. Trowa moaned around his nipple, relinquished the hold on his hands, and began to move his attack downward. His tongue blazed a wet trail down Quatre's chest. The blonde's stomach muscles tightened, as Trowa stroked over them. And then Trowa stopped and Quatre was about to protest, until he felt warm breath over his cock. He looked down to see Trowa smiling at him from between his legs. The tall boy's mouth was poised over his painfully rigid arousal. Quatre's heart stopped, and then began to race at a breakneck speed. Trowa told a hold of those slender, pale hips, and took the head of Quatre's cock into the hot, damp recesses of his mouth. Quatre cried out, and tried to buck up into that warmth. Trowa held him firm, and began to suck lightly, teasingly. He eased his mouth down Quatre's length, taking in more and more of the heated flesh. Quatre thrashed around, it was pure ecstasy. He wanted to lose himself in that moist suction. Trowa's tongue massaged him, running along his cock, stroking it with maddening care. Trowa pulled back, and rubbed his tongue along the opening of Quatre's rock hard cock. He tasted the wetness, tasted the very essence of Quatre. Then he plunged back down, taking all of his love in at once. Quatre screamed as all the new feelings bombarded his awareness. The fire building within him roared to life, consuming him. He was stretched until he felt he would snap apart. Trowa's mouth continued to caress him, suckle him. Quatre could feel his body teetering on the brink. Trowa sucked harder, and Quatre couldn't take anymore. His entire world burst, and with a wild cry, he filled Trowa's mouth with the warmth of his passion. Trowa took it, swallowing all that Quatre released. He continued to suck softly, cleaning Quatre of all traces of his excitement. Quatre laid there trembling, only concerned with the waves of fire crashing over him. Trowa moved up, and took Quatre into his arms. The blonde was breathing heavily, and his blue green eyes were as dark as a storm ridden sea. Quatre put his arms around Trowa's neck, and virtually purred as his lover bathed his neck in chaste kisses. But he made a noise in the back of his throat, as he felt Trowa's hardness against him. Trowa shifted, and lightly kissed Quatre's lips. "There will be time for me later love," he breathed against Quatre's mouth, "you rest." "No." Trowa's mouth fell open in surprise. He tried to pull back, but couldn't since Quatre's arms were wound around his neck. "Wha.. what?" "No," Quatre demanded, "now." He rubbed up against Trowa's trapped arousal, delighting in the looks that ran across the banged pirate's face. Trowa lifted Quatre's arms over his head, and backed away a bit. Quatre whined, and tried to grab him, but Trowa was too fast. The taller boy moved off the bed, and stood a few feet away. "Quatre. You don't know what you're asking for." "Yes, I do. I'm asking you to make love to me." Trowa groaned, and fought his every urge to pounce on the blonde, and make love to him, until he was unable to walk. He sighed. As much as he wanted to he knew it wasn't right. "No." Trowa strode back to the bed. Quatre seemed to curl up a little, in the face of what he thought was rejection. Trowa kneeled on the bed, and pulled Quatre into a sitting position. Quatre refused to look at him, knowing his face was pink with shame. Trowa cupped his cheeks and brought Quatre's head up, so that their eyes met. "Angel," he brushed his calloused fingers over the smooth cheeks, "there is nothing more I would rather do than ravish you right now. But...you know how I feel. To me you can't be just another body. I want you as my *lover*. When I take you I will be claiming you as my own. Forever. No turning back, no regrets. Once I have you, I can never let you go." Quatre looked into the green depths of his love's eyes. Without hesitation he spoke. "Then claim me, because that's what I want too. Forever, and for always," he leaned in close, his voice a mere exhale, "*My* Trowa." Quatre once again put his arms around Trowa's neck. He pulled sharply, and tumbled back, landing Trowa on top of him. Quatre raised his slim hips, bucking up against Trowa. He whispered wordless phrases of encouragement, that were more beautiful to Trowa than any flowery poet's song. Quatre ran his feet up and down the backs of Trowa's legs. The striped covered feet caressing him as Quatre's hands wanted to. The blonde's voice, his actions, they spoke louder than any words ever could have. He was begging for their bodies to be linked, to be made into one. Trowa tried to untangle himself from his over excited angel but Quatre refused to let him go. "Aye.. Quatre.. please.. I need.." "Need you more lover," the angel sighed. Trowa moved a hand down to stroke Quatre's recently satiated arousal. The blonde moaned under him, and writhed around, shamelessly begging him to continue. Trowa smirked as he felt the boy's arms relax around him. He released Quatre's already hardening cock, and slid from his grasp. Quatre whimpered in frustration, and glared at him. "Trowa.. need.. need you.." "Aye. Need you too, love. But I have to find something to prepare you with, or I'll hurt you." Quatre nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing hardness. Trowa scoured the room. He had brought a bottle of pure almond oil with him when he brought the dinner tray. When the swell had hit, all the food had scattered. He frantically searched for it, and almost yelled in delight when he spotted it. He turned around to Quatre, with a smile on his face. The smile turned to a gasp, as his eyes widened. Quatre had taken his own cock into his hand and was slowly stroking the hot, erect flesh. His eyes were shut, and he panted as he stroked. "Tro..wa.." Trowa's cock twitched, and he almost exploded in his pants. It was pleasure overload. He crawled back onto the bed, and pushed the boy's quaking thighs further apart. Quatre cried out at the feeling of being so spread. He opened his eyes, and saw Trowa looming over him, and for the first time seemed to notice the other was still fully dressed. The blonde slowly released his cock, and wrapped his tied hands in Trowa's shirt. "Off," came the whispered command. Trowa yanked the shirt over his head, and threw it across the room. He shifted, and tugged off the boots, tossing them aside too. Finally he squirmed out of his breeches, and stood fully naked before his lover. Quatre looked over every inch of his love's sleek body. Trowa shifted, discomforted by the attention. Quatre beckoned him closer, so Trowa moved forward, climbing back to his spot between those pale, trembly thighs. Quatre smiled at him, "Sublime..." Trowa exhaled deeply. The fear that his love would find him unsatisfying was quelled. He leaned over, bringing their erections together, causing them to moan in unison. He caught Quatre's mouth in a rough kiss, trying to pour all his gratitude into that one gesture. Quatre understood and met his lips with equal force. Their mouths opened for each other, and their tongues resumed the dance they had begun. Quatre realized that Trowa tasted of him. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. His flavor mingled with the taller boy's, melding their beings together in his mouth. Trowa's mouth moved to his neck, nipping at the tender flesh of his throat. The banged boy sucked at the skin, feeling the pulse pounding rapidly beneath it. Quatre bucked up, craving more of the delicious friction, that was maddening, and yet, not enough. Trowa's hand groped around for the bottle he had dropped on the bed, fingers clutching it as he found it. He stopped his ministrations on Quatre's neck. "Angel. I have to.. prepare you.. to take me in. I don't want to hurt you, but since this is your first time.. it might. If you don't want to, I'll understand." He searched Quatre's lust filled eyes for any signs of fear, or doubt. The blue green pools stared back at him, rippling with passion. "I trust you Trowa. Please. Make me yours." The green eyed pirate nodded, and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He was as frightened as an uninformed virgin. As much as he wanted to bury himself deep inside his angel, he would rather die than hurt him. Trowa resumed his exploration of Quatre's neck. He licked down to the base, and suckled at the hollow of his throat. He could feel, as well as hear Quatre's noises of pleasure. With a shaking hand he unscrewed the lid, and poured oil into his hand. The sweet, thick smell of almond invaded their senses. It wasn't overpowering, just strong enough to add to the rich tension building in the room. He rubbed his hands together, warming the oil, coating his fingers. He moved up a little, to lick at Quatre's ear, as one oily hand encircled the blonde's erect cock. Quatre cried out as twin sensations of the utmost pleasure sparked the fire deep within him. He felt Trowa spreading his legs more, and he forced the shaking thighs to part for his love. Quatre felt an oiled hand brushing lightly over his bottom, and then teasing the little entrance. Trowa didn't enter right away, he just continued to run his fingers over the tight ring, oiling it. He licked at Quatre's earlobe, and up along the side. The hand on his cock pumped lightly, as he slowly eased a finger into the blonde. Quatre shifted. It didn't hurt too much, more of a feeling of uncomfortableness. Trowa slid his long finger in halfway, before he pulled it out, and slid it back in. Each time he pushed the digit in, he went deeper, letting Quatre slowly adjust to the feeling. When the first one was fully entrenched deep within that warm passage, Trowa began to work in a second one. Quatre gasped at the new feeling. He could feel his body stretching around the invading fingers. He forced himself to relax and open for them. Trowa began to speed up the movements on his cock, stroking the hard flesh with one oiled hand. He licked at Quatre's ear, whispering to him, trying to soothe him. The second, longer finger slid in deep, and struck something inside him. Quatre hips shot up, his eyes wild with desire. Trowa released his cock, and ran his slippery hand over Quatre's chest, trying to calm him. The two fingers slid partially out, and then back in, striking that spot. Quatre pushed down on the fingers, mad with the need to have them deeper. There was a fire building deep within him. His lower half was being consumed by it. Trowa added a third, wet finger, spreading the digits inside him. The third one hurt a little, but as they went deeper, they struck that wonderful place, and Quatre could feel no pain. He could feel himself opening for his love, and that was all he wanted. Trowa was holding himself back with all the will he had. It wasn't easy with Quatre looking the way he did. Flushed with desire, and overcome with passion. And the tightness of his angel was only further tormenting him. The passage was throbbing around his fingers, sucking them in, and loving them. He could feel Quatre's tightness stretching, and he slowly tried to open it more. This would only be about pleasure for his inexperienced love. He removed his fingers, and added more oil. Carefully, he inserted the three back in. Quatre arched to meet them, embedding them fully inside him. He hissed in pain, but it turned into a moan as they brushed against the place that made him dizzy. Trowa moaned with him, aroused just by the way his angel's voice was heavy with desire. Desire for him, and him alone. Trowa worked in a fourth finger, licking Quatre's neck as he shifted with the new invasion. It hurt to be opened so much, and yet it felt so amazing too. But the blonde needed more. He moved with the fingers, his wanting for them to be more. It was so much for his virgin body to try to handle. And when Trowa took his cock into his slick hand, Quatre was practically sobbing with his need. "Trowa.. please..," he cried loudly. But the banged pirate was not about to be rushed. This was his angel's first time, he wanted to savor it, make it special. His Quatre would never forget it, never forget him. He would belong to him. Trowa would claim him, keep him always. He looked down at his angel, spread beneath him, and writhing with need. He slid his fingers in deeper, hitting the spot he knew would drive Quatre wild. Quatre pushed on the fingers, trying to force them in further. He was spread out completely under the pirate, a willing captive to the passion tearing through his body, and tugging at his heart. It was overwhelming, a sea of pleasure with love that ran just as deep. It reflected in those blue-green pools of emotion. It was so powerful, so consuming. Quatre tried to speak the words, to tell Trowa that he loved him with his entire being, but he couldn't find his voice. The pleasure coursing through him was too much to fight. He sobbed in ecstasy as Trowa caressed him from the inside. Working his way deeper into Quatre's tightness, and deeper into his soul. The green eyed boy didn't need to hear the words. He could see them burning in the ocean colored eyes of his love. He could feel the emotions radiating off the blonde like the hot rays of the sun, that warmed him in places he thought would always be cold. He could tell Quatre was close to climaxing with the frantic ways the boy rocked into his hands, and pushed onto his fingers. But not yet. Trowa released Quatre's slick cock, but continued to stroke his warm haven. He slid his fingers in as far as he could, and was rewarded with Quatre moaning, and arching to meet them. The words that had been left unspoken found the courage to vocalize themselves. They took strength from the love pouring from Quatre's whole being. He slid his fingers out. Quatre looked at him, wide eyed and panting. Trowa pulled him up by the arms, and brought their faces close together. "I love you, Quatre. I've never said that to another person...and I never will. It will be you, only you. From now until forever." The pirate held his breath in anticipation of his captive's response. Quatre looked deep into eyes, the words he had so longed to hear touching him more intimately than any lover's caress. He ran his fingers down the side of Trowa's face. The taller boy leaned into the slight touch, and closed his eyes. Quatre's whispery voice swirled amidst the passion cloud that seemed to hover around them. "I love you too, Trowa. Only you.. always you. From now until forever." Trowa choked. Joy, and, love and a million other emotions drowning him. He settled Quatre back down, and reached again for the almond oil. He coated his throbbing cock with it. Quatre breathed heavily beneath him, waiting for the moment when they could finally join as one. Trowa caught Quatre's eyes, almost losing himself in the depth of their love. "My Quatre, as long as the oceans crash against the shore, my heart will belong only to you." Quatre smiled at him, pure rapture clear on his face. "Then, I shall guard it like the treasure it is. And likewise, as fathomless as the sea is, so matches my love for you," he reached out for Trowa, "now, love. I want to know what it feels like to be taken by the one who has captured my soul." Trowa leaned over Quatre. "Mine forever, love?" "Forever is not long enough..." Trowa smiled, and caught Quatre's mouth in a kiss that stole their breath. At the same time he guided his aching arousal to Quatre's entrance, and thrust in as gently as he could manage. Quatre cried into his mouth, and squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. For as much as Trowa had prepared him, it still felt as if the pirate was tearing him apart. The taller boy slid in, until he was buried completely in his little one's body. Quatre was so exquisitely tight, it bordered on painful. The tight walls were squeezing every inch of his hard cock. He stopped moving, and let Quatre adjust to him. He broke the kiss and smoothed Quatre's sweat soaked bangs from his face. "Angel.. are you all right?" Quatre nodded, and bit his lip. He could feel himself stretching to accommodate Trowa's size, and it hurt. Trowa remained still, until Quatre began to relax, and grow accustomed to him. He pushed forward a little more, and the head of his cock hit the blonde's sweet spot. Quatre's eyes flew open, wide with lust, and hazy with emotion. The pain was still there but it was fading as he grew used to the feeling. And when Trowa hit that place the pain mixed with ultimate pleasure, and sent him flying. Suddenly he needed Trowa to move, to stroke him from the inside. He arched against his love, and the pirate took the hint, and pulled out some. Quatre wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist, and lifted his hips to meet the green eyed boy's downward thrust. Trowa moaned at Quatre met him halfway, sheathing his erection deep inside the blonde's warmth. The tight flesh drew him in, massaged him everywhere. He could feel the course material of the boy's striped socks rubbing along his lower back. The fire in Quatre's body was climbing higher, and higher, licking his body with its passion filled flames. The pain receded, and in its wake left a fulfillment that was unlike anything he had known. He arched up to meet Trowa's thrust, pulling his lover in as far as he could. Trowa pulled out, and thrust back in, crying out as the hot passage surrounded him. All control was lost, it was only about the movements. Joining their bodies together. Trowa moved out, and drove back in, his mind centered on the throbbing walls, the mewling cries, hitting Quatre's sweet spot. They were both racing to their climaxes, the sensations whirling around them, drugging them with desire. Trowa reached between them, and took Quatre's still slick cock into his hand. The blonde screamed and bucked up crazily, plunging Trowa's cock all the way in. He cried out again as it rammed the magic button inside of him, sending him closer and closer to his peak. His head thrashed around on the pillow, golden strands tangling and flying everywhere. Trowa pumped him harder, fingers squeezing his sensitive cock, turning Quatre's body into a hot, molten mass. It was too much to try and comprehend, so he forgot about thinking and focused solely on feeling. Feeling Trowa moving deep inside of him, stroking his innermost passage, as he continually stroked his cock. Trowa too was soaring toward his pinnacle. The sight of Quatre, was as amazing as his body. He pounded into the boy, not able to resist the tight, grabbing flesh. He pulled back, and sunk in again, wanting to be as deep inside his angel as he could. He threw his head back, and groaned as the blonde's walls groped him, suckled him, sent him to places he never knew existed. They moved together, Quatre arching up, as Trowa rocked down. Their bodies met as the world faded around them. They were the only two in existence, the only two that mattered. They reached the top, the utmost point in sexual pleasure. Trowa pumped Quatre roughly, hand sliding along the erect cock frantically. Quatre screamed, the burning waves drowning his body. He bucked up, his back arching in an almost painful arc. He slammed Trowa fully inside him, and as the tall boy hit his sweet spot, the tight coil in his body sprung free. He sobbed as he came violently, covering Trowa's hand with the creaminess of his seed. Trowa was being consumed by the same fire as Quatre. It worked through his blood, burned his body. As Quatre came his tight haven clamped down roughly on Trowa's rigid arousal. That, and the blonde's cry of euphoria were enough to send him careening over the edge. He moaned loudly as he flooded Quatre's insides with his essence, marking the boy, claiming him. He collapsed onto his angel, both too overcome to mar the moment with words. They breathed together, their hearts beat together. Trowa slid himself slowly out of Quatre. Then he wrapped his arms around the boy, covering his little one with his body. Quatre tried to put his arms around Trowa, but was hindered by the bindings. Trowa growled and reached for his dagger, on the floor. He sliced through the ropes, and rubbed the small, red wrists. Quatre pulled him back on top of him, reveling in the warmth of his sweaty body. Trowa held him close, not wanting to let go, even for a second. Quatre wrapped his arms around his lover, enjoying the weight of his body on him. Trowa nuzzled his neck, softly kissing the skin. They clung to each other, marveling at the feeling. It was all to good to be true. A slight tremor or fear shot through Quatre. He squeezed Trowa tighter. "Will...will I be here when I wake up?" he whispered. "My angel.. my little one..," Trowa said, looking deep into those worried blue green pools, "I have looked all my life for one such as you. I will not so easily let you go." Hope filled Quatre's eyes. "You mean that." It was a statement. Not a question. For he truly believed that he would be with Trowa for the remainder of his days. "Yes. You are mine now. Forever." "Forever." ~~~~~ the end.

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