{ MIRROR MIRROR } part one

The circus was filled to capacity. The main tent was virtually brimming with people. Wide eyed children, and their equally curious parents. Political figureheads, couples from every walk of life. It seemed that everyone from the entire colony had turned out to see this performance. Including three very unique boys. To the average observer they looked to be ordinary teenage boys, but only a few knew their true identities. They were the infamous Gundam pilots. Feared by all, intimidated by none. But not tonight. Tonight they were just three regular boys enjoying life, and anticipating their friend's act. And then it was time. The lights in the tent dimmed, and a large, wooden board was rolled out. A tall, nimble clown came to stand before it, his arms spread on either side of him, his body forming a T. Then a curly haired girl came out, and took her place opposite him. The crowd applauded, but quickly hushed, a nervous silence taking over. The girl pulled out a knife, and then flicked her wrist, causing five more to appear. One by one, she hurled those blades at the still clown, the dull thunking of them as they hit the wood echoing in the quiet. It was morbidly fascinating, seeing them challenge death like this. The three boys watched, as engrossed as everyone else. The braided one chewed tensely on the end of his hair. The messy haired, blue eyed one showed no fear at all, completely at ease with the daredevil stunt. And the blonde one held his breath, his eyes glittering, promising a messy death to the girl if even one knife failed to be perfectly accurate. The girl turned, and threw her last two knives at once, landing them in the wood right beside the clown's head. Then they stepped together, and bowed. The crowd stood silent, awed by the show they had seen. And suddenly the room burst into thunderous applause. The pair bowed again, and headed off, disappearing behind the curtains. The rest of the show went on, but everyone agreed that that had been the most exciting part. Everyone except the little blonde, who feared his lover's job would eventually give him a heart attack. Then the circus ended, and the crowd as one made their way towards the exits. Quatre separated from his friends, promising to meet up later, and went in search of his Trowa. He had visited the circus many times, so he was familiar with almost all the performers. He waved hi to them, and congratulated them on a good show. Consequently it took him longer than expected to reach the lion cages. So he was rather surprised when Trowa wasn't there. The green eyed boy always fed the lions after the show, so they always met there. Quatre wandered around the cages, saying hello to Trowa's pets. He had come so often, he knew them all by name. He was standing by the cage of the circus's featured feline, a large, particularly wild looking lion, when two warm hands covered his eyes. "Guess who?" came the whispered question. Quatre melted back into his lover. "Could it be the love of my life?" The hands left his eyes, and two strong arms came to encircle his shoulders. "It is. Did you enjoy the show?" + Meanwhile, Heero and Duo wandered around the circus. "Heero," began Duo, draping himself over the cobalt-eyed boy and pressing up against him. "Duo," Heero replied with a warning in his tone. "Yeah, yeah, I know, not in public," sighed the braided boy. "You're no fun, Hee-chan." Heero smirked and grabbed Duo's braid, pulling him close against him and pressing his erection against Duo. Duo gasped as he felt Heero thrust against him. Heero didn't usually do things like this in public, preferring to show his passion only in their bedroom. Heero's unusual actions only served to make Duo more aroused, and he rocked eagerly back against his lover. Heero brushed his lips against Duo's, then whispered in his ear. "I want you. Now." "Now? Here?" Duo asked, almost giddy with excitement. Heero nodded. "Let's find a place," he commanded. + Quatre broke the embrace and turned around to tell Trowa how close he'd come to having a heart attack, when his voice caught in his throat. Trowa was standing there, his hair damp, presumably from a shower, and his chest was gloriously bare. He was clad in pants so tight, they looked to have been painted on. Quatre gulped. The blonde stood there, his eyes raking in every piece of exposed flesh. It was a few minutes before he realized that Trowa was speaking again. "Wha.. what did you say, Trowa?" The tall boy chuckled smugly. "I asked if you liked what you saw." Quatre nodded enthusiastically, his previous complaints long since forgotten. Trowa smiled mysteriously. "Good, because the fun is just beginning. Follow me." + Heero and Duo walked around the circus grounds with a purpose. Duo practically bounced as they looked for a suitably semi-private spot to ravish each other. Then Duo exclaimed, "Look! There's Quatre and Trowa! Maybe they know a place!" With that, he dragged Heero off toward the two other boys. + With that, Trowa began to walk off, expecting Quatre to follow. The Arabian stared, mesmerized by Trowa's retreating figure. The way his pants molded to his long legs, his firm rear. The way the moonlight played off his muscular arms. Trowa turned to say something to Quatre, but he wasn't there. He turned around and saw the blonde still standing there, his mouth agape. And he had to smile again. Quatre finally conceived that he was standing there leering, and hurried to catch up with his lover. The two walked hand in hand in comfortable silence through the empty grounds. They twisted through the maze of booths, and rides, until they came to the funhouse. Trowa picked up a flashlight, and led him inside the darkened building, pulling him through the corridors. They came to the back, and the tall boy took them into an area marked employees only. It was a large room full of the most eclectic storage of paraphernalia Quatre had ever seen. There were broken cages, and trapeze nets. Glittery costumes, and animal feed. Unicycles, and a tightrope. The room was crammed to the ceiling. Trowa maneuvered through the junk to the corner. And there Quatre saw a strange shaped box of some sort. It was triangular, and fitted into the corner. It was maybe ten feet high, but it didn't extend all the way to the ground. There were two feet of space between the floor and the bottom. It was supported by three long poles. It looked rather precarious, upheld by only those three legs. Trowa shut off the flashlight, and opened the swinging door, and led him inside the box. It was dark inside, so he couldn't see anything. Quatre felt his way around, and determined the space was big enough to hold only about three normal sized people. He was curious about the texture of the walls, though. They were smooth, and slippery. Trowa clicked the door shut behind them. Quatre continued to run his hands over the walls, when Trowa pushed a button, and illuminated the box. Quatre's eyes widened in wonder. It was the most amazing sight. The walls were covered by a thin paper, which refused to lay flat. It also worked like a looking glass, reflecting their images. Quatre turned a full 360 degrees. Everything was entirely covered, even the door. The effect was amazing. It was like being trapped in a liquid mirror. He reached out and touched the paper. It rippled, and moved, almost like it was made of water. He looked into the shimmering mirror surface, and saw infinite Quatres staring back at him. He turned to Trowa. "What is this?", he asked astonished. "The paper is mylar paper." Quatre ran his fingers over it with childlike glee. He looked at Trowa with bright eyes. "Trowa, it's so beautiful." "Not as beautiful as you, my Quatre." + Duo pulled Heero along. "Look! They went in there!" Heero sighed and followed. Trowa and Quatre had disappeared into a dark building. + Trowa pulled Quatre to him, and locked his strong arms around the blonde's slender body. Quatre sighed, and snuggled into the embrace, enjoying the feel of Trowa's bare skin against his cheek. And enjoying the sight of limitless Quatres and Trowas being reflected on the paper's surface. Still holding Quatre tightly with one arm, Trowa reached out and hit another button. Quatre gasped as the room began to dance with colors. Above them, something on top of the box began to rotate, and a spectrum of hues swirled around them. The Arabian looked up, and saw various shapes and colors twirling on the ceiling. The paper reflected them, and sent them wildly cavorting through the box. The designs bouncing across the walls, the colors filling the space, bathing them in their brilliance. Quatre was taken in by the sheer magic of it all. And it dawned on him what this box really was. It wasn't some sort of mirror, it was a life sized kaleidoscope. It was surrealistic, the way the multi colored figures gyrated around them. He looked at Trowa, his blue green eyes filled with amazement. Quatre didn't know how to thank him. He couldn't even form words to describe this experience. It was too overwhelming, too thrilling. So he did the only thing he could think of to show his gratitude. He pulled Trowa's face down, and caught his lips in a gentle kiss. Quatre tried to express with his actions, what he was unable to express with his words. Trowa pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together. Their lips opened for one another, and their tongues slid out to sample the other's mouth. As Trowa's tongue slipped into Quatre's mouth, he noted that the boy tasted sugary, like cotton candy. The tall boy devoured that mouth, his tongue wanting to lap up all of that sweetness. At the same time, Quatre was delving into Trowa's mouth, his tongue probing its inner recesses. The green eyed boy tasted sharp, and fresh, like mint. They continued savoring one other's unique flavor, their tongues sliding against each other. Pink flesh stroking pink flesh, until all tastes melded together, and neither could remember who they belonged to. They broke the kiss for a brief second, breathing heavily, but their mouths quickly met again. Tongues slid out to seek haven in the other's warm mouth. Trowa guided Quatre back, until he was resting against the wall. Thankfully it was one of the sides that was braced on the building's walls. As Quatre's body came into contact with the wall, the door of the kaleidoscope swung open, but neither cared. The tall pilot pulled himself back from his lover's soft lips, to look him in the eye. Quatre stared back at him hungrily. Trowa ran his thumb over those smooth, sensitive lips, and gasped as Quatre sucked that digit into his warm mouth. Heat flooded from that finger, and set his entire hand on fire. Wanting to return the favor, Trowa leaned over, and placed an open mouthed kiss on the side of blonde's neck. Lightly sucking it, and running his tongue over the creamy flesh. Quatre moaned around his finger, and began sucking in earnest. The Arabian tried to put his arms around Trowa's neck to pull him closer, but Trowa pulled his finger from his mouth, and pinned those arms to his sides. He moved the attack to Quatre's collarbone, gliding his tongue across, and nipping at it with his teeth. Quatre whimpered as a fluid heat spread through him. + Picking their way through the dark room, Heero and Duo searched for Trowa and Quatre. "I'm sure they went in here," said Duo, not sure why he was whispering. "But I don't see them!" Heero had been listening instead of talking, and though he couldn't see the two boys, he could certainly hear them. Putting a finger lightly over Duo's mouth to silence him, Heero pointed to a door that stood just ajar. Duo listened, then his face broke into one of his trademark manic grins. Pulling away from Heero, Duo crept toward the door. "Duo!" Heero hissed accusingly. Duo ignored him, so Heero followed silently. ~~~~~ tbc.

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