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Trowa ran up to the front door of their house. He dropped his keys in a puddle, so he had to run back and get them. It had been one of those days. He was soaked to the bone, his bangs plastered to his face, and every inch of him waterlogged. The rain had started as he was half way home, and his motorcycle offered him no cover. Add that to the fact that Catherine had missed during practice, now he had a large gash on his arm. And their male lion was in heat, *that* had been an interesting feeding session. And Sheila, the bearded lady, had a crush on him, and insisted on pinching him every chance 'she' got. He wouldn't be able to sit for a week.


He finally made it inside their home, leaving a trail of water behind him. He stripped out of most of clothes, not wanting to soil the carpet. He left a soggy pile of pants, socks, shirt, jacket, and shoes near the front door. He'd have to gather them up later, and take them to the laundry room. But right now he couldn't care less. Clad only in his wet boxers he ascended the stairs, all he cared about was pulling his angel into his arms, and having Quatre kiss the bad day away. He shivered as the cool air chilled his wet skin. And his lover could warm him up too. The thought of cuddling Quatre brought a smile to his face for the first time that day.


He swung the door to their room open, and stopped dead in his tracks. He had walked into a dream. He must have. He had fallen asleep at the circus, and his subconscious had brought him here. How else could he explain the fact that Quatre had wings? Unless his blonde lover was finally revealing his true form...


His Quatre looked like he had always secretly imagined. Huge wings sprouted from his back. They were made of millions of perfect feathers, and Trowa knew each one was as soft as a cloud. They arched up from his shoulder blades, over his head, curved, and then swept down; the ends brushing the bed. Each tiny feather was as white as pure snow, glowing in the soft light. The air in the room made the feathers rustle, the slight sound barely discernible, like the beating of a butterfly's wing.


He was kneeling on the bed, his legs folded under him. The bedspread was white, and it glinted like satin. He was completely nude. All his fair flesh bared for Trowa to see. His slender throat, toned chest, and small waist. His arms, made for embracing, were wrapped around himself. His skin was so pale, it almost glowed. It was the color of a lily, fresh in bloom. And it looked incredibly soft. Softer than the finest powder in all the world. The only thing not pure white on the angel were his perfect, round nipples. They were a light pink, standing out in contrast with the ivory of his skin.


His hair was golden blonde, sun kissed, as if made from the sun itself. It hung around his face, flaxen strands framing the round cheeks. He was facing Trowa, and at his entrance the heavenly creature looked up. His eyes burned out from his sweet face. The intense blue green orbs seeing right into Trowa's soul. They were sea colored, as if all the majesty of the oceans had been poured into them. They twinkled, tiny stars dancing in their depths.


The tall boy had to blink. The extreme beauty of everything being almost too much to take. The white satin sheets, the pure alabaster angel resting on them. It all sparkled, shimmering like an incandescent star he had somehow managed to capture. The brilliance of it was blinding, shining, glaringly gorgeous. But it was more than just the fact that he had an angel in his bed. It was the fact that this angel was *his* angel. His Quatre in all his splendid, celestial glory.


He walked forward a bit, not even noticing that he shut the door. He was transfixed by his vision.


"Tro~wa..," his angel whispered, beckoning him closer.


The tall boy was at the bedside now. He reached a hand out, almost afraid to touch the boy. Trowa drew his fingers back, scared that if he made contact with his Quatre-angel, the boy would vanish. The blonde tilted his head, eyeing him curiously.


He reached up, offering his slim hand to Trowa. "Don't you want to touch me, my love?"


The banged boy nodded slowly. "I'm almost afraid to.. you're so much more beautiful than I ever thought possible."


Quatre smiled, his face a work of dazzling radiance. "Never be afraid of me, my Trowa. I did this for you. I wanted to make your dream come true."


"You already made all my dreams come true just by existing," he whispered.


Their lips met slowly, almost hesitantly, as if they had never kissed before. Lush mouths touching softly, the barest hint of contact. And yet it held promises of so many greater things. Trowa pulled back, his heart pounding from the simple kiss.


Quatre noticed the large cut on his arm, and gasped in surprise. "Trowa! What happened to you?" he motioned to the angry slash on his lover's arm.


Dazedly, Trowa looked at it, and shrugged. It didn't seem to matter anymore. His gaze returned to Quatre, riveted to his face. The blonde leaned over, and before Trowa knew what was happening, a soft mouth closed over his cut.


The tall boy closed his eyes, and savored the feeling. Quatre kissed the wound, pressing his lips to it lightly. His tongue snaked out to lick over it, healing all the pain with just his touch. Trowa breathed heavily, the sweet sensations somehow making him feel better. As if Quatre could truly kiss it, and make it better. He could feel himself hardening under the tender assault. It was almost a feeling of blasphemy, that he could get aroused by an angel touching him. But he had to remind himself that this was Quatre. His sweet Quatre, who had touched him so many times.


His beautiful blonde lover, that could turn him on just by looking at him. That hid his hentai nature behind the guise of wide eyed innocence. The only one who ever got to see his hentai side was Trowa, and the tall boy loved his angel all the more for it. Knowing he was the only one who could release the passionate beast inside his beloved. He moaned as Quatre licked his cut. His wet tongue so gentle on the cut, trying to be soothing, but arousing Trowa that much more. Quatre looked up at him, slightly worried that he had somehow hurt Trowa. But one look into his warm emerald eyes, proved him to be mistaken.


Trowa shivered violently, not sure if it was the air, or Quatre that made him do so. The tall boy's skin was prickled with goosebumps. The Arabian slid his hands up his lover's chest, and was surprised to feel how clammy his skin was. Trowa shook again, loving Quatre's hands touching him. Everything was all too much. He had to distance himself for a second, and think.


"Trowa, you're so cold! What happened to you today?"


"Everything..," he sighed, "it was just a mess. Let me go get a towel." He leaned in and kissed Quatre softly. "Don't disappear."


It should have been a teasing statement, but Trowa spoke it almost solemnly.


The banged boy wandered into their bathroom, and reemerged a few minutes later, rubbing a towel over his body. His angel watched with lust filled eyes, wanting to be the towel that was currently drying his lover. He shifted so that he was now facing the green eyed boy. Trowa sat in a chair that was opposite from the end of the bed. He toweled his hair quickly, making his bangs stand out at odd angles. He tried to finger comb them back into their usual shape, but they still stuck out. He gave up and laid the towel next to him.


Quatre tilted his head. "Are you going to join me on the bed?"


Trowa hesitated. "I..I want to, but..you just look so pure, and innocent.."


Quatre laughed. "But you know that's not true! I think you've taken care of my innocence a few times.."


Trowa blushed. "I know..I'm just unnerved I guess. You're so angelic."


Quatre bit his lip. This wasn't going at all like he had planned. He had figured on Trowa seeing him like this, and not being able to keep his hands off him. And instead his lover seemed afraid to touch him. How could he show Trowa that he wasn't as angelic as he looked?


A wicked thought came to mind. "Oh, Tro~wa..."


He waited until he had his lover's full attention. Then the blonde ran his fingers down his milky white chest. He slowly circled them around his nipples. Trowa sat completely still, watching him intently.


Quatre pinched his nipples lightly between his fingers, and moaned quietly. "Nnnnnn.. Trowa that feels so good.."


Quatre brought one hand up to his mouth, and started to suck on a few fingers. His free hand continued to tease around his nipples. When the fingers were thoroughly moist he pulled them from his mouth, and ran them over the stiff pink buds. He rolled them in between his wet fingers, gasping as the air worked them to an aching hardness. Each throb from the swollen bud went straight to his cock, making it grow.


"Oooh, Trowa.." He moaned.


Trowa shifted in his chair, the bulge in his boxers growing larger. Pleased with his lover's reaction Quatre let his hands drift lower. They danced over his stomach, before coming to poise over his cock which was already semi-erect. His blue green eyes never left Trowa's green ones.


"Would an angel do this, Trowa?" He took his cock into his hand, and began to stroke it.


Trowa gasped, his eyes widening. Quatre smiled at him, looking so sweet, and yet acting so shameless. The blonde moved around a bit, he was still kneeling, but now his legs were spread wider apart. He pumped his hand up and down his cock, the flesh hardening under his fingers. He watched his lover as he touched himself, feeling Trowa's hand in place of his own. He squeezed himself lightly, panting as a warm fire started to burn in the pit of his stomach.


"Oh, Trowa," he purred, "you know just how to touch me."


Trowa began to grow hot watching his lover. He moaned at Quatre's words. He could almost feel the blonde's rigid erection in hands. Quatre was focusing just on the sensitive head of his arousal now. The Arabian's thumb was stroking it in small circular movements. He was fully erect now, and he continued to stroke until his cock dripped with pleasure. Quatre's entire body started to tingle as he touched himself. His hands grew wet with the excitement dripping from him. He stroked the liquid along his cock, panting as the flesh throbbed in his fingers.


Quatre started to rock with the movements, lost as sweet flames began to slowly lick at him. A burning tongue that caressed his entire being.


"I'm so close Trowa..." he groaned.


The banged boy nodded, too breathless to respond. Just watching his angel touching himself, bringing himself to climax, while moaning his name. Quatre's wings fluttered as he moved. A few feathers floated to the bed, shaken free by the blonde's rapid movements.


Trowa's cock was so hard, trapped inside the cold confines of his boxers. He couldn't take it much longer before he exploded. Unable to resist the temptation, he slid one hand inside his boxers, and wrapped it around his aching cock.


Quatre smiled as he panted. "Yes, love. That feels good doesn't it? Can you feel my hand stroking you?"


Trowa's mouth opened in a soundless moan, his fingers squeezing into his arousal. His boxers were suddenly over constricting, and with one hand he managed to squirm out of them.


Quatre licked his lips as Trowa was bared before him. His lover stroked his hard cock quickly, the sight making the blonde's own cock ache in response. Quatre pumped himself frantically. He was almost to the edge, and he wanted Trowa to watch him as he came.


"Watch me Trowa," he commanded, "watch as your angel comes for you." Their eyes locked, their hands moving together on their bodies.


Quatre started to shudder, the heat engulfing his slender frame. He squeezed his cock hard, watching as Trowa did the same. His muscles tensed, molten euphoria crashing over him. He screamed Trowa's name as he spilled his creamy climax all over himself and the bed. He seemed to come forever, strand, after strand of passion flowing from him. His hand fell from his cock, and he used both hands to support himself as he collapsed forward. Quatre was on his hands and knees, his wings shaking as he gasped for air.


Trowa moaned as his angel came for him, came screaming his name. His eyes fell shut, and he bit his lip, his need overwhelming. His cock felt like it would implode if he didn't come soon. He stroked up and down the erect length, his mind seeing Quatre doing the same. He writhed around the chair, starting to sweat as his body turned into one hot, throbbing ball of passion. He whimpered as he felt his legs being pushed apart. He felt so exposed, so wantonly spread out. A soft hand covered his own, stopping him. He whined, and opened his eyes.


Quatre was kneeling between his legs, his blue green eyes lust filled, and hungry. "How about this, Trowa?" he whispered, the hot breath stimulating Trowa's cock even further. "Would an angel do this?"


Quatre removed Trowa's hand, and lowered his head. He sucked the rigid arousal deep between his rosy lips. Trowa cried out hoarsely, too far gone to be coherent. Quatre sucked him hard, taking Trowa's entire cock into his wet mouth, and lavishing it with his tongue.


One of the tall boy's hands buried itself in Quatre's golden hair. The other stroked along one ultra soft wing. The feathers brushed his calloused fingers, that feeling alone almost making him climax. He thrust up into Quatre's mouth, those pliant lips taking all of him, loving him perfectly. The vision before him made him dizzy with pleasure. Quatre on his knees, his wings moving as he bobbed his head up and down. His cock sliding in and out of his angel's sweet mouth. It was overwhelmingly erotic, and sinfully delicious. Heat rolled over him, his body burning, each muscle taut, as he was driven closer to his climax by this hentai angel.


Quatre pushed his shaking thighs further apart, making Trowa cry out. The banged boy arched his hips up, desperate, sobbing with need. His angel teased him, sucked him, licked his needy cock so wonderfully. His fingers tightened in the blonde locks, his other hand stroking the feathers frenziedly. His eyes were locked on Quatre, never straying as his bucked into his lover's talented mouth. His breath hitched as Quatre watched him in return. He surrendered to the fiery flood of pleasure that was submerging him. A red-hot deluge of passion, all caused by one innocent looking angel who was anything but.


He came hard, filling Quatre's mouth with his hot seed. Wave after wave of blistering ecstasy was poured in the blonde's mouth. The angel swallowed it all, still sucking, wanting to taste all Trowa had to offer. Slowly, Quatre licked his trembling lover clean. Then he climbed up, and nestled himself on Trowa's lap. The tall boy wrapped a shaky arm around his lover's waist, pulling him closer. The other hand gently stroked Quatre's wing, running from the arch at the top all the way down to the end.


He rested his cheek in Quatre's hair. "I should know better by now than to try and resist you angel."


Quatre nodded against his chest, and then looked up and kissed his nose. "But don't think I'm done with you yet..."


With that he alighted from Trowa's lap, and jumped back on the bed. His wings bounced with him. A few more feathers were shaken loose, and they drifted to the covers. Quatre reached the head of the bed, and turned to face Trowa. He crooked his finger, and beckoned his tall lover to him.


Grinning wickedly, Trowa made his way to the bed, and crawled on it up to his angel. Before he could grab the blonde as he planned, the boy pounced on him, and pushed him onto his back. Trowa was sprawled out, with a smiling Quatre covering his body.


The Arabian picked up a loose feather from the bed, and ran it over Trowa's face. "You're at my mercy now.."


Trowa shivered. "At the mercy of an angel.." He could feel his cock stirring, as he imagined what his angel could do to him.


Quatre felt Trowa becoming aroused again, and he rubbed himself against the swelling flesh. "I think you like that idea." Trowa moaned quietly as Quatre teased him. The blonde leaned over, running the feather across Trowa's ear before whispering in it.
"So," he breathed, "do you want to take your angel? Or be taken by him?"


He shifted off his tall lover, and stroked the feather over Trowa's erection, licking his lips when the tall boy arched toward the touch. The banged boy squirmed under the feeling. It was so soft on his hard cock, and the contact maddeningly light. He yanked Quatre back on top of him, pulling him so that their arousal's came into contact. They both gasped as their heated, throbbing erections rubbed together. Quatre threw his head back, enraptured at the blazing pleasure that overtook his body.


Trowa took the opportunity to attack the slender column of his neck. Sucking and licking the smooth flesh, as the blonde moaned above him. His hands strayed down to cup the blonde's pert ass, fingers lightly squeezing the pale cheeks. He watched his angel writhe in passion, and was further stimulated by the lusty sounds, combined with the celestial sight. It was sinful, immoral, unholy, blasphemous, and oh-so-perfect. A heavenly experience that he intended to enjoy with devilish delight.


His fingers slid between the sweet cheeks to lightly touch the tight, hidden ring. He rubbed it slowly, letting his angel know exactly what he wanted. Quatre thrust against him, his body seeking more contact. A silent plea to be taken, to be possessed by the one he loved most. Trowa's other arm wrapped around Quatre, pressing their bodies together. Quatre's wings draped over them, encircling the two with their billowing whiteness. The downy soft feathers blanketing them as their bodies and lips met all at once.


In one breath the world was forgotten, banished away as their love for each other took control. They were all that mattered. They were the heaven, the hells, and everything in between. Their universe existed only in the other. In warm, roving hands. In wet, breathless kisses. In loud cries, and low moans. In whispered promises of eternal devotion that they somehow knew would outlast time itself. Their foreheads rested together, as their breath intermingled.


"My angel.. my beautiful angel. May I make love to you?"


Trowa's answer was a soft kiss, and a moist tongue stroking his own. And then Quatre's warm body moved off to retrieve something from under the pillows. The tall boy's arousal wept for his seraphim to return quickly. And mercifully he did. Quatre pulled Trowa into a kneeling position and straddled his lap. The Arabian was kneeling too, his inner thighs pressed against Trowa's outer thighs. The blonde began to slowly thrust against the brunette, their erections creating a friction as they were rubbed together. The constant motion of arousal's brushing enough to send to them to cataclysmic heights of euphoria.


Trowa knew his angel could easily make him climax like this. In truth, there were times that he felt he could he climax just by looking at Quatre. His love, his desire for the boy was so strong it seemed to encompass his entire self at times. Nothing else mattered but bringing pleasure to his fair lover, and finding his own pleasure in return. Giving their bodies to each other as an expression of ultimate intimacy.


Panting, Quatre pressed a small jar of oil into Trowa's hand. The banged boy fumbled open the top, and dipped his fingers in. He pulled his angel closer, hugging him fiercely. His wings were trapped against his back; the softness sending chills of pleasure as the feathers rubbed his bare skin. The Arabian was still trying to move, his hips arching shallowly. He whined as the glorious friction was lessened. One arm held Quatre still, as his other hand slipped between his pale cheeks to tease the small entrance.


The blonde's lips attached themselves to his lover's neck. He nipped, he suckled, he left marks that would linger. But nothing would persuade his tall lover to hurry. He moved his attack up, his tongue assaulting Trowa's ear, licking it lightly.


"Please, Trowa," he begged.


The green eyed boy swallowed a few times, his heart speeding up until it beat wildly. He could never resist Quatre when the blonde used that tone. He didn't even think his lover knew what his voice did to him. The sweet pleading, his voice lowered, tinged with pure lust.


Trowa couldn't withstand the urge to hear more of that voice, more of that passion heavy tone.


"Please what, my Qua--ahh--tre?" he managed to ask, as the blonde sunk his teeth lightly into his earlobe.


"Please love me Trowa. Please take me," his voice seemed to drop even lower, until it was the epitome of seductive, "make your angel scream for you."


The green eyed boy groaned, as his arousal twitched. Two fingers involuntarily slid inside the warmth of his lover's tight haven. Teeth bit into the side of his neck, as Quatre pushed back.


"So perfect, Trowa, so perfect," he moaned.


His fingers dug into Trowa's shoulders, lightly scratching the skin. The taller boy would have winced if he had even felt it, but he was so swept away by the fires of pleasure that he didn't even notice it. All he could feel was Quatre's soft body writhing in his arms, his lover's hot passage taking his fingers so easily.


Their mouths pressed together hungrily. Trowa's tongue sliding in and out of Quatre's mouth as his fingers moved in and out of his body. Tongue and fingers exploring the insides of his beloved angel. He added a third finger, almost climaxing as Quatre moaned shamelessly. The blonde was rocking on his fingers, and he cried out again as they hit his pleasure spot. Quatre leaned back, his back arched as he supported himself with his hands. His wings bent, feathery whiteness spreading out behind him. His cock stood erect, glistening with his excitement. He closed his eyes and let the pure rhapsody wash over him.


The Arabian worked himself on Trowa's fingers, groaning, and moaning each time the slim digits grazed his sweet spot. Trowa withdrew his fingers, knowing that if he didn't take his angel right now he'd positively die. He had never wanted Quatre as much as he did right that second. Seeing him like that; wings open, skin flushed, eyes burning with desire for only him. The Arabian was panting, and looking bereft that Trowa's fingers had so suddenly left him. The green eyed boy yanked him close, their bodies sweat slicked, their chests heaving.


"I have to have you *now* Quatre. *Now*." he demanded, his voice choked with desperation and desire.


The blonde nodded, breathless with expectation, and dipped his fingers in the lube. Quatre took hold of Trowa's dripping cock, his oily fingers coating the throbbing erection. Trowa moaned and thrust into his hand. Once his cock was shiny with the oil Quatre positioned it at his waiting entrance. He lifted himself up slightly.


"What are you doing?" Trowa panted.


Quatre lowered himself slowly, his eyes slipping shut as Trowa's hard cock invaded his tightness. The swollen flesh slid through the initial resistance, the thickness stretching Quatre in the way he so loved. "What.. Ooohh! What does it feel like..?"


Trowa gripped the slender body close, using all his will not to thrust up and impale his fair lover on his rigid erection. He moaned loudly as the blonde's body squeezed around his aching cock. "It feels like.. heaven."


Quatre threw his head back, mewling with passion as Trowa was finally fully sheathed deep within him. The tall boy buried his hand in his lover's golden hair and pulled their faces close. Their lips met; crushing together, swelling, bruising. The harshness of it a showing of their frantic desire. Trowa wrapped his other hand in Quatre's wing, fingers clutching desperately around the smooth feathers. They broke apart, breathing raggedly. Quatre shifted slightly, moving his body around on his lover's cock until it hit something, and flames burst within him.


The Arabian's body started to relax, as the tip of Trowa's erection continually grazed his magic spot. It was perfection; Trowa so hard inside of him, his strong arms wrapped about his body. They were so close, so joined they could have been one person. Trowa was waiting for his angel to relax. He didn't want to move before Quatre was ready. Sweat gleamed on him from the heat rolling through his body, and from the exertion of not throwing Quatre to the mattress, and pounding him like an animal.


The Arabian whimpered, squirming in Trowa's arms. He was ready. He had been ready for what seemed like forever. Then again, a moment in Trowa's arms seemed like forever. An eternity he would gladly spend the rest of his life enjoying. Trowa started to move slightly. Barely arching his hips up. Quatre lifted himself up a little, and met Trowa's shallow thrusts, pushing his body down on his lover's hard cock. They moaned into each other's mouths as they started kissing again. Even with their    lips together, and their tongues dancing their groans still echoed in the room.


Their pace quickened a bit, with Quatre lifting himself higher, and the two of them meeting harder. The initial pain of penetration long forgotten, Quatre's body was awash with heart pounding sensations. Each inward thrust by Trowa stroked his tight walls so marvelously. His lover's erection filled his body so amazingly. The rigid length stretching him so wide, caressing him as it moved in and out.


Trowa was also being overtaken by the thrilling feelings of being buried so deep inside his angel. Quatre's warm haven gripping his arousal, squeezing into the aching flesh in a way that left him breathless. He moved his fingers through the blonde's wings, still marveling at the sight, and feel of them. Silky, smooth feathers tickled his calloused fingertips, as a tight passage clutched at his cock. Quatre's arms wrapped around Trowa's neck, as the taller boy chanted angel, angel, angel.. Each time he said it his tone increased in volume.


He moaned the word so sweetly, so passionately, it could have truly been Quatre's name. The blonde felt like an angel, he was in heaven, his lover sending him soaring through the clouds to a place that could only be the promised land. They rocked together, moving in perfect time. Trowa would pull back, and Quatre would lift himself up. And then in a flurry of feathers they would slam together, Trowa's cock being pushed deeply inside his lover. They angled it to hit Quatre's magic spot, so stars flashed in both their eyes as their bodies melded together.


Higher and higher they climbed, past cloud nine, and into the great beyond. Their movements grew faster. Trowa snapping his hips up, impaling the blonde as he lowered himself. Over and over Trowa's thick cock slid into Quatre's welcoming body. The blonde loving every minute, crying out as his pleasure place was touched, making Trowa cry out, as he too felt the intensity of their lovemaking. No star could have burned brighter than them as they made love.


Trowa slid his hand between them, releasing his hold on Quatre's wing to take something else in his hand. His long fingers wrapped around Quatre's dripping cock, making the blonde scream as he drove himself down. Red hot passion flowed between them, binding their hearts together as their bodies joined. Quatre knew he was on the edge. Heaven called to him, a paradise in the form of his tall lover. And as all stars do eventually, he fell. Shooting down in a fiery blaze of light. Trowa squeezed his arousal, and he came aggressively. Quatre cried out, his body shuddering as his creamy seed flowed into Trowa's hand.


His body tightened around the banged boy, the walls clamping down on the hard erection thrusting within them. Trowa matched Quatre's cry as he filled the blonde's body with his hot passion. He met his shooting star, and they burned together, lighting up the room with their fervor.


And for endless moments after, they just existed. All they could do was breathe and cling to one another. Trowa collapsed back, still holding tightly to his angel, and still nestled inside his warm body. He stroked the white feathers absently, a gesture to calm them both. Sleep began to creep up on them, the experiences they had had tonight too much for them to withstand.


Their hearts slowed down, but they still beat together. The universe still swirled around them, but they didn't care. They were together.


"I love you, my Quatre, my angel."


"I love you too, my Trowa, my heaven."


And then they slept. Their hearts beating as one; in a sound more beautiful than any heavenly choir.


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the end.