{ PRIVATE SCREENING }

"Trowa, where are you taking me?" Quatre asked. Quatre Raberba Winner was blindfolded, and being led by the hand. Destination, unknown. Trowa had come home saying he had a surprise for him, and then he had pulled a red silk scarf from his pocket, and wrapped it around Quatre's eyes. Quatre was about to protest, or at least question what was going on. But the fact that Trowa, usually so reserved, had gone through this distinct trouble, made Quatre willing to oblige. The blonde had let himself be led to the awaiting car. From there, they had traveled for what seemed like forever. He held in his curiosity throughout the entire ride. Trowa's hand laced through his had been comfort enough. Eventually the car had stopped, and Trowa helped him out. Quatre stretched his arms out in front of him, as the vulnerability of his situation hit him. But Trowa caught his hand again, and pulled him forward. Quatre couldn't restrain his interest any longer. "Trowa..." Quatre felt Trowa's finger brush up against his lip, effectively silencing him. Then he felt Trowa's breath on his ear. "Sshh, my little one. Soon you will see." Quatre shivered in anticipation. He quieted, and docilely let Trowa lead him to their location. Trowa released his hand for a second, a Quatre felt a cool rush of air hit him. The green eyed boy held the door open with his back while he steered Quatre through. Once the blonde was inside, he let it swing noiselessly shut. Then Trowa took hold of both of Quatre's hands and guided him forward. They came to a pair of double doors. Trowa backed them through the doors, making sure they didn't hit his Quatre. Quatre silently let Trowa escort him to wherever they were going. He was bursting with questions, but he didn't want to spoil the mood. Trowa kept a firm grip on Quatre's hands as he led them down the aisle. He was careful to walk slowly, so that Quatre wouldn't stumble. When they reached the row of seats Trowa was looking for, he relinquished Quatre's hands. The tall boy scanned the room. Yes, this row was the perfect center of the room. He turned back to his love, and scooped him up off his feet. Quatre let out a small gasp of surprise as he was lifted off the ground. Trowa carried him between the seats, until he arrived at the center one. Then he sat down, and situated Quatre on his lap. The blonde shifted around until they were both comfortable. Then he sighed in contentment, and leaned back against his green eyed lover. Trowa reached up, and undid the knot, letting the silk fall from before Quatre's eyes. Those blue green orbs, having been in darkness for so long, quickly adjusted to the dimness of the room. He took in his surroundings, the rows of seats, the large screen in front, they were in... "A movie theater?" Trowa's arms snaked around his waist, pulling him closer. "Mmmm. Watch." As if on cue, the screen began to glow. The picture took focus and Quatre saw it was of him, and Trowa. It was the two of them sleeping in their large bed. The morning sun was casting long rays of light across their bodies. Trowa was protectively curled around him, as if to guard him, even in sleep. Their chests rose and fell rhythmically, as they slumbered together unaware, and content. The moment was prolonged for a few minutes, before flickering to another. It was him and Trowa in the garden. Quatre remembered the night. There had been a huge party held at the house for all of Winner Inc.'s business clientele. Quatre had wanted nothing more than to take Trowa into his arms, and dance away the night with him. But he had never gotten the chance. His lover had seen the disappointment in his eyes, and after the party had led him to the garden. And there, among the blooming flowers, he had pulled Quatre into his arms, and they had shared their dance. There had been no music, but they swayed to their own symphony. The two of them wrapped together, and dancing as if they were the only people on earth. It showed the pure adoration on Quatre's face, and the genuine love on Trowa's. And as the on screen dance ended, with them kissing deeply, a new image came to view. Trowa and Quatre in the music room. They were sitting across from eachother, both holding their instruments. And as they began to play, music filled the theater. It was their duet music. So as the couple in the movie played, the one watching heard the sweet notes as well. Quatre was mesmerized by the scene taking place on the screen. Him, and Trowa playing together. Nothing grand, and yet it seemed so beautiful. Yet another way they fit together. Another way they matched. Their duet faded out, and the scene after it came up. It was a close up of them soaking wet. Quatre knew that day too. They had been on a walk when a sudden rainstorm hit. As fast as they had run, they were still soaked. Rather than go inside, and leave a mess, they opted to hide out under an awning, and dry off some. Quatre was trembling, as he was now, so Trowa had pulled him close, to share body heat. They were looking into each other's eyes, and then Trowa's mouth descended onto his. His tongue slid into Quatre's waiting mouth. They had continued kissing, long after the showers had stopped. Only breaking when necessary, for air. Quatre felt like any second his heart was going to burst from his chest. To see that Trowa had gone through all this, just for him. The blonde was overcome with emotion. Not to mention that seeing him and Trowa kissing was turning him on.  He tried to turn and face his love, but Trowa's arms held him tight. "Trowa..," he said breathlessly. "Shhh, little one. Keep watching." Quatre tried to squirm out of Trowa's embrace. He wanted the tall boy so badly! But Trowa refused to let go, and held him even more securely. Quatre had no choice, but to watch the screen. It was showing him and Trowa curled together in a large chair in one of his libraries. It was something they did often. Quatre would sit on Trowa's lap, and they would read together for hours on end. They both enjoyed just being with eachother. Then Trowa must have said something amusing, because Quatre started laughing. And then Trowa began to tickle him, and Quatre tumbled off the chair in an attempt to get away. But that didn't stop his green eyed lover. Trowa put the book down, and pounced on him. They rolled around on the floor, with Quatre shrieking, and trying to stop the assault. But Trowa had pinned him to the floor, and was tickling him unmercifully. And then, as if realizing their position, they paused. Their eyes met, and Trowa's mouth descended onto his. They began kissing passionately. Their hands started to travel over the other's body. As Quatre watched them making out, his hand started to travel up his thigh. Seeing themselves caressing one another on screen was exciting him. He just wanted to ease himself a bit. Trowa saw where that hand was headed and he caught it, before it got there. He grabbed the other one too, and held them in his own to keep his little lover from starting without him. Quatre was starting to feel rather warm. He started wiggling around in Trowa's lap. He heard the banged boy gasp, as his bottom rubbed across Trowa's own rapidly hardening manhood. The Arabian kept shifting around, purposefully chafing the swelling area. Trowa knew Quatre was testing him. And he would have liked nothing better than to throw his teasing koi to the ground and make mad love to him. But not yet. So he released Quatre's hands, and put his own hands on the blonde's hips to still him. "Stop being bad, or I'll put you in your own seat," he warned. Quatre pouted, but he stopped, with one final brush over Trowa's hardness. Trowa had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Gods, Quatre knew just what to do to turn him on. He forced himself to concentrate on evening out his breathing as he watched the picture. It was him and Quatre eating breakfast together. They were clad in only their pajamas, and were taking turns feeding eachother. Quatre broke off a piece of croissant, and placed it in his mouth. Trowa nipped at those little fingers as they touched his lips. Quatre smiled becomingly, if not promisingly. Trowa returned the favor, only Quatre took his fingers into his mouth along with the bread. On screen Trowa closed his eyes, as on screen Quatre sucked those digits. Then Quatre released them, and smiled sweetly, while resuming eating. On screen Trowa did not look happy. Then Quatre whispered something into his ear, and a knowing smile pulled at his mouth. "Do you remember what you said that day, little one?" he whispered in Quatre's ear. Quatre quivered at the close contact. The feeling of Trowa's hot breath sent shivers down his spine. Not to mention, the tall boy's voice was deepened with lust. Quatre nodded, knowing if he tried to speak, he'd only moan. He did remember that day, very well. They had had to purchase a new dining room table after that, as Trowa refused to eat off that one anymore. He was startled out of the delicious memory of Trowa slathering him with strawberry jam on said table, when the banged boy began to gently lick his ear. Quatre couldn't hold it in anymore, he moaned loudly, and rubbed himself against Trowa. He was rewarded with a strangled moan from Trowa. "Please, Trowa," he pleaded. Trowa was breathing heavily with the exertion of holding himself back. "Soon, my love. Very soon." He tightened his arms around Quatre, forcing the boy to still. Trowa clasped his hands together, to keep them from touching his blonde lover. He was so beautiful, it was hell not to touch him. But they weren't finished. The pair forced their attention back to the screen. It was a clip from their first anniversary. They had decided to stay in, and celebrate privately. They had had a quiet dinner outside, under the stars, where they had exchanged gifts. Then they had played songs together. Then they had made love, until neither of them could move. The movie showed the exchanging presents part. They handed one another a little box. Trowa opened his, to reveal a stunning ring. It wasn't flashy, or overdone, just classically elegant. A simple, platinum band, polished until it gleamed. And on the inside one word was engraved: 'Quatre's'. Trowa looked up at Quatre, with misty eyes. That one, modest word was enough to move him to tears. That unpretentious gesture spoke more to him, then any flowery words ever could. He was shaking as Quatre slid it onto his finger. He wanted to show Quatre just how much it meant to him, but first the blonde had to open his gift. Quatre opened the box, and saw that Trowa's gift was identical to his own. He pulled out the shining ring, and admired it in the moonlight. There was only one difference. The inside of his was engraved with: 'Trowa's'. Quatre looked at him, his eyes quickly growing damp with tears. To see Trowa's possessiveness so clearly stated made him feel so loved. He knew his green eyed lover had a hard time expressing himself, but this token spoke volumes. And they both knew that from this night forward they would forever belong to eachother. Trowa reached out, and pulled Quatre to him in a crushing embrace. Their mouths met, as if this was their last taste of one another. They savored the kiss like starving men. It was fierce, and passionate, and their way of telling the other exactly how they felt. The scene ended with them kissing, and faded to black. Quatre looked down at his ring, and realized the significance of this night. Trowa had always had trouble declaring his love in the conventional ways. He was more subtle. A shoulder to cry on. A pair of strong arms to hold you when needed. That rare smile at just the right time. A certain gleam in his eye. A movie showing all the moments he treasured. Quatre hung his head, feeling slightly ashamed. Here Trowa was trying to show how much he loved him, and all Quatre was doing was trying to get into his pants. Trowa noticed Quatre's quietness. "Little one?" Quatre sniffled. "Oh, Trowa I'm so sorry. You went through all this for me, and here I am trying to maul you." Trowa laughed quietly, and squeezed his beloved. "You know I don't mind that." Quatre shook his head. "No. You did so much, and I was acting so unappreciative." Trowa sighed, and rested his chin on Quatre's shoulder. He tilted his head, and placed a light kiss on Quatre's neck. "No, you weren't.  I'm not good at saying it, so I have to show you in other ways. But when you touched me, I knew that you loved it. Your body told me." Quatre blushed adorably. Trowa continued. "I don't say it often enough, but Quatre you mean everything to me. And I do love you. Forever, and with all of my heart." Quatre turned his head, and looked into Trowa's eyes. Then he put a finger on Trowa's mouth. "Shhh. Don't tell me. Show me." Trowa's lips nuzzled at Quatre's ear. The tall boy's tongue flicked out, to trace the sensitive shell. Slowly he moved his tongue across it, wetting every inch. Then he moved his tender assault to Quatre's neck. The blonde leaned further back, and tilted his head to allow his love easier access. Trowa's long fingers slowly began to undo the buttons that adorned the front of Quatre's shirt. He slid a hand inside, and leisurely ran it up and down that smooth expanse. Trowa's fingers did their own dance across his chest. Quatre trembled as a warm fire started to pool in his stomach. Trowa slipped the shirt off Quatre's shoulders. His tongue traced down the silky shoulder, as his thumb brushed a pert nipple. Quatre gasped, as a jolt of heat burst from that nub, and shot through his body. Trowa pulled the shirt from Quatre's pants, and opened it fully. Then he slid it from between them, and tossed it aside. His hands roamed freely over Quatre's smooth flesh, touching every inch. Quatre's nipples ached to be touched. Trowa was teasing them, tracing around them, but never actually making contact. Quatre squirmed in his lover's lap, smiling as the green eyed boy emitted a small moan. Quatre lifted his arms, and wound them around Trowa's neck, arching his back. This made his chest entirely exposed to Trowa's wandering hands. The tall boy responded by gently taking each little nipple, and squeezing lightly. Quatre bit his lip, but the groan of pleasure escaped. With that slight pressure, twin fires shot from those buds straight down to his groin. The blonde felt the warmth building there, as his cock began to harden more. Trowa inclined Quatre's head, so that he now the opposite side was available to his hungry mouth. And he started his onslaught anew. Quatre shut his eyes, wanting to absorb every sensation. He felt Trowa's hand slither down his abdomen. His stomach muscles tightened as those digits wandered over them. And his cock became fully erect. The tips of the banged boy's fingers brushed the waist of his pants. It was such delicious torture. He laced his fingers together behind Trowa's neck. The need to touch himself was overwhelming. But the agony of waiting was far more intoxicating. Underneath him, he could feel that Trowa too was hard. He began to return the attack. He rubbed himself back and forth across Trowa's lap. He heard Trowa's breathing increase, as the sensations hit him. Trowa was trying to keep his control, but Quatre was testing his limits. He'd been hard almost since he had settled the blonde onto his lap. And when Quatre started to move in his lap, the friction made his arousal even harder. As the Arabian brushed against him time and time again it sent shocks running from his cock, to his hair, and toes. Each rub was a million new little volts shooting through him. He could hear his lover moaning as he caressed his chest, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to see Quatre's eyes darkened with passion, wanted to taste that sweet mouth. Unfortunately, this position didn't allow that. "Quatre, please. I want to see you," he breathed. Quatre stopped his teasing, and raised himself off Trowa's lap. He turned to face his love, his eyes clouded with lust, just like Trowa imagined. Quatre kicked off his shoes, and socks, then reached down to the button of his pants, but Trowa batted his hands away. He spread his legs, and tugged Quatre's waistband, pulling him closer. Trowa slowly undid the button, and pulled down the zipper. Then he slid the pants down Quatre's legs. The blonde stepped out of them, and tossed them aside. Trowa could see the large bulge visible through Quatre's thin boxers. He slid a long finger down that creamy chest, and hooked it in the waistband. Then the tall boy licked his lips, causing Quatre to tremble in anticipation. He slowly slipped the fabric down, his eyes feasting on each new piece of exposed flesh. Trowa glided them over Quatre's rigid arousal, making the blonde gasp in the process, until they pooled around his ankles. He gazed almost in reverence at the gorgeous body in front of him. It begged to be plundered. He pulled Quatre onto his lap, so that they were facing. When the Arabian's erect flesh came into contact with the fabric of Trowa's pants he inhaled sharply. That minimal touch had set his blood on fire. He needed more. Quatre leaned forward, and captured Trowa's mouth. The banged boy opened to allow Quatre's tongue to slip in. Then he slid his hands down the blonde's sides, and over to his legs. Since Quatre was straddling him, he had perfect access to those sensitive inner thighs. He massaged them, each place his fingers touched sent white hot liquid flames to Quatre's arousal. The Arabian began thrusting against Trowa, desperate to be touched where he needed it most.  Quatre continued to ravish Trowa's mouth. His tongue explored that inner recess, pink, softness tasting all of it. Quatre yanked Trowa's shirt from his pants, and his hands quested underneath it. Trowa groaned into his mouth, as he teased the two buds. Stroking them until they were rock hard little pebbles. Trowa's fingers squeezed into Quatre's thighs as the electricity from that touch burned it's way down to his arousal. Quatre broke the kiss and, pushed his shirt up, taking one of those stiff nipples into his mouth. That moist warmth, setting him aflame, caused Trowa to thrust up against him; which in turn caused Quatre to cry out. Trowa reached over, and took Quatre's swollen, dripping member into his hand. The blonde threw his head back, as molten fire blazed through him. Trowa began to stroke him lightly. He pumped with agonizing slowness. Quatre dug his fingers into Trowa's shoulders, his desire was driving him mad. The Arabian could feel himself climbing steadily to his peak. His body was being consumed by the honeyed fire. Then Trowa released him. Quatre whimpered. Seeing Quatre like that nearly made Trowa come in his pants, but he wanted to be inside Quatre. Trowa was about to voice his need, but Quatre looked into his eyes, and he understood. The tall boy reached over, and lifted the armrest on either side of him. Then he leaned over, and lifted the ones on either side of those, clearing enough room for Quatre to lie down. Then he shifted the blonde from his lap, and laid him on his back across the seats. Then Trowa stood up, and jerked his shirt over his head. Then he pulled off his shoes, and socks, and wiggled out of his pants. He grabbed a small tube, before tossing his pants to the ground. Quatre watched hungrily, as Trowa bared himself. When his lover was finally free of his clothing he sighed as he gazed at his beautiful body. Long, lean legs, slim waist, well defined chest and arms. And an arousal so hard it was weeping. Trowa was also admiring the view. Quatre was on his back, his legs spread, and his knees bent. Waiting for Trowa to take him. And for a split second they just stared at eachother. Their eyes conveying all the need, love, desire, they felt. And then Trowa surged forward, and covered Quatre with his body. Their cocks rubbed together, and they cried out, low, guttural, mewling noises. The heat raged through them, and they thrust against eachother, delighting in the intense sensations flooding their consciousness. They both knew neither of them could last much longer. Trowa coated a finger, and gently pushed it inside Quatre. Quatre thrust up wanting that digit to be deeper. Trowa added a second finger, and then a third, suddenly Quatre lurched upward. Trowa had hit his sweet spot. The tall boy ruthlessly kept grazing that spot, causing Quatre to thrust his hips wildly. Then he removed his fingers, and Quatre complained at the loss. He wrapped his legs around Trowa's waist, and pulled him closer, urging him to fill him. Trowa positioned himself at Quatre's entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against Quatre's warm haven. He sought Quatre's eyes, and as their gazes locked he pushed forward, impaling Quatre on his length. Quatre's mouth dropped open, and he began to pant. Not from pain, but from fulfillment. To have Trowa fill him so fully was the most incredible feeling. Trowa surged forward until he was buried in Quatre's tightness. All his muscles strained as he held himself back from pounding his lover silly. Quatre's heat was nuzzling him, encircling his erection on all sides. Blistering fire shot through him, all centered on his cock, engulfed in that throbbing passage. As Quatre relaxed he started to pull out slowly, and drive back in. He pulled back more, and plunged in faster. Suddenly Quatre bucked upwards, and cried out. Trowa had found his magic spot again. Blazing heat engulfed him, as Trowa rammed that spot over and over again.  The white hot passion building between them was so intense their bodies were slick with sweat. Then slid against eachother, bodies rocking in a fluid motion as hands explored. Trowa thrust deep into him, fanning the fires, sending him soaring. The he pulled out, and lunged back in. Quatre arched up to meet those thrusts, slamming their hips together. They felt the flames rising, overcoming them. Trowa was flying, Quatre's tightness was surrounding him, groping him, fondling him. A non stop hot, wet massage. He reached between them and grasped Quatre's neglected cock. Quatre wailed as his hand touched that heated flesh. It was too much. Trowa's hand pumping his length, his cock rubbing his insides. Stroking him all over, inside and out. He arched up to meet those thrusts, to meet that hand. The burning within him was being stoked. It was so perfect, so hot, so filling, he bucked up, embedding Trowa fully inside of him, and screamed loudly as he came. He felt the warmth of it spilling onto his stomach. His inner walls convulsed around Trowa, squeezing his ultra sensitive cock, causing him to skyrocket. Then they clamped down as the tall boy thrust again. Trowa felt the exquisite heat tighten around him, and he let the burning torrent overtake him, and he came, coating Quatre, filling him with his seed. He stayed buried inside, as he leaned down to kiss Quatre. Their needs satiated they kissed languorously, experiencing eachother. He pulled out slowly, and they nestled their sticky, sweaty bodies together.  As the last of the fiery aftermath washed over them, they relaxed in eachother's arms. They looked into eachother's eyes, and simultaneously voiced, "Mine." ~~~~~ the end.

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