Sequel to The Reunion
He was pure sex on legs and one could almost swear that he knew it. If it were a deliberate move to tantalize the senses or just a means to make himself comfortable due to the heat of the day, no one could tell. However, the sight of those long, bronzed legs and thighs that led up to a pair of cut-off jeans shorts that barely covered a firm derriere, were worth staring at. The sweat-drenched well toned torso, with only a shell necklace as its accessory leading to the damp brown hair that lay upon the man’s face and neck, were a clear sign that he had no qualms about walking around half-naked.
He leaned over the hood of the silver BMW he had been waxing – to reach a spot on the furthermost corner – and two low whistles accompanied the movement. He smirked but did not bother to turn around, instead, he settled for leaning even further, knowing full well that the shorts would ride a bit higher up his ass. He found that he rather enjoyed the notion that he could elicit such reactions from the others. He wasn’t one to brag about his physical attributes but then again, the past few months had been anything but ordinary. He was truly enjoying his time in this place and for good reason too.
A low groan from one of his watchers accompanied by something that sounded close to a whimper finally had him laughing softly.
“Perverts,” he muttered more to himself, but unfortunately, one of the other men heard it.
“I heard that, Heero! Damn, Q. Are you sure you don’t want to lend him to me for a night…”
“Forget it,” came the firm reply as the other shook his head rapidly. “You had your chance to be with him – not that I wouldn’t have found out and kicked your ass sometime later, Duo – but you blew it.”
“Hey, I was being honorable!” The longhaired man protested with a whine. “If I had known that I had a shot with Heero…”
“I would have refused you right there and then,” came the husky response as the object of their affections walked up to them, now wiping his hands with a white towel. He tossed it to the ground and gave his friend a warm smile before leaning close to his lover with a smirk and a matching look of wicked intent in his cobalt depths. Grabbing a fistful of the blond’s shirt, he pulled him closer to his body with a soft chuckle.
“Unless, of course, you wanted us to have a three-way,” Heero teased as his lips began a trail of hot but tender kisses along his captive’s jaw.
Quatre groaned and closed his eyes at the feel of the other man’s warm lips upon his skin. His hands sought, restlessly, for the taut ass cheeks that had teased him all afternoon. He squeezed them gently through the rough cloth of the jeans shorts and smirked against his lover’s lips at the soft gasp it elicited.
“Hmm, consider me greedy, Heero,” he murmured thickly. “Because I want you all to myself. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time and I’m not going to give you up so easily.”
Their lips met in silent communion and for a while, they forgot the world around them as their senses, mind and body became one. It wasn’t a fevered kiss like the ones they had shared in the months after their reunion, neither was it the teasing, feather like exchanges that were reserved for quick goodbyes. They reveled in each other’s taste – thoroughly – knowing that they did have an eternity to be together and had plans to enjoy it for all its worth.
However, a very loud and rather grating cough finally broke through Quatre’s befuddled senses and he pulled away reluctantly – but not before giving his lover’s swollen lips a quick lick – to glare at his other friend. The frown did look a bit out of place in the flushed but handsome features and for a minute, Duo could only chuckle in response.
“Great show and all guys but don’t you think you’ve given the servants and yours truly enough of your nighttime rituals?”
When Heero and Quatre looked at him dumbly, he groaned and made his point clearer. “Get a room you two! Sheesh, you’re like a honeymooning couple with libidos the size of a space shuttle.”
Quatre snickered and whispered softly against Heero’s lips, beautiful green eyes alight with mischief and yet amusement. “Hmm…I can think of a shuttle that needs to be sent into orbit.”
“And I think I ought to get refueled for a possible take off at any minute,” Heero teased as well causing Duo to do a double take. He had never seen his friend this relaxed and open before and as he watched the couple share soft laughter, he felt glad that the two lovers had finally found a way to be happy again.
“All right, you lovebirds,” he announced with a clap of his hands. “I’ve got me a road show to go to. Heero? You still coming?”
The dark-haired boy pulled away reluctantly with a firm nod. “I’ll meet you at the front gates in about five.”
“Five and no more no less,” Duo warned with an attempt at a frown. “I don’t want to be out there waiting while you two make out or something.”
Quatre chuckled and tugged restlessly on his tie. “We won’t make out, I promise. I’ve got to get to the meeting now anyway. So…” He turned his attention back to his lover with an almost shy smile on his features. “I’ll see you later on tonight, baby?”
Heero leaned close again to capture the thoroughly kissed lips before him with his own. “I really wish you were coming with us, Q. It’s going to be fun and…”
“I know. I know,” Quatre replied with a soft sigh as his fingertips danced upon the golden flesh of his lover’s chest. “I’ll make it up to you someday, okay? Our little trip…”
Duo coughed at that and both Heero and Quatre had the grace to flush at the sound. It had been anything but a little trip. The blond entrepreneur had gone out of his way to shut down all business schedules and appointments to spend two glorious months on a private yacht with his lover. They had had a lot of catching up to do and needless to say each moment was something they would never soon forget. But as with all honeymoons, it had to come to an end as reality came knocking with a heavy hand soon. Quatre’s work schedule had redoubled in size and Duo had willingly hired Heero again. It didn’t help that it was the racing season and many customers – private and corporate alike – had come calling at Maxwell’s Garage for spare parts or new engines for their vehicles.
Today was going to be just another day in the hectic lives of Heero Yuy and Quatre Rebarba Winner. Heero and Duo had to be at the tracks in less than an hour to see two of their built-from-the-scratch automobiles hit the speedway. Quatre had several meetings with his department heads, another one with several ambassadors and let’s not forget a little cocktail party that was going to be thrown by Lady Ai later on this evening. Perhaps he could convince Heero to join him…if they weren’t dead tired by then.
Quatre recovered quickly and continued as if Duo hadn’t made a sound. “You know that I have tons of stuff to catch up with so…”
“I know, baby,” Heero muttered in understanding. He sank his fingers into the soft blond tresses, eyes darkening with meaning and an emotion that sent his lover’s knees weakening with desire. “I’ll be waiting for you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” came the shaky whisper as their lips met again in a deep kiss that had them both panting for air when they finally released each other. “I love you…”
“Love you more,” Heero replied with a warm smile before pushing himself away with an effort. He nodded towards Duo and jogged into the house to change into something appropriate leaving the two friends alone in the driveway.
Quatre, still reeling from Heero’s kisses, caressed his swollen lips gently and wondered what he had done to be so lucky. He was happy again – a happiness that he had once thought never possible had finally come to fruition. He smiled at his best friend and Duo raised a brow in question. Quatre shook his head and opened up his mouth to say something when the shrill ring of his cell phone had him mumbling a quick apology.
In mere seconds, he was speaking rapidly into the device in fluent Arabic, leaving Duo gaping at the sudden change. One minute, Quatre had looked like a lovesick fool, the next he was rattling away like he was in the middle of a stock market floor. It was rather fascinating to watch. A black Sedan, which looked brand new - at least to Duo, pulled up to driveway and Quatre stopped long enough to flash a small but rather distracted smile at his friend.
“I have to get going now, Duo. They’re already having a fight in the boardroom. Goodness, you think you’d be dealing with grown men by now but instead you’re dealing with a bunch of child…”
Duo placed a finger upon the rambling blond’s lips, chuckling softly. “Beat it, Q. You’ve got to go save the world now. I’ll tell Heero that you’ve gone already, okay?”
“Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.” For his efforts, Duo got a light kiss on his cheek before watching the businessman make his way into the waiting car. It sped down the driveway just as Heero stepped out of the house, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt underneath a black windbreaker. His hair had been tied in a ponytail to keep it away from falling into his eyes and seeing that his lover had already gone, he hid his disappointment quickly and motioned for the other to follow.
They had a lot of work to do and no time to waste.
By the time the meeting with the ambassadors was over, Quatre was just about ready to kill someone namely himself. Perhaps jumping out of the window would have been a good idea but he was sure that even in death, the growing number of people seeking his help would still chase him in the afterlife. Countries and colonies alike needed capital and infrastructure to begin work on developing their various nations and of course, they had come running to Winner Enterprises. Quatre tried to keep a mental tab of all those in his debt, but got mixed up when he reached the two hundredth corporation.
He tugged restlessly on his tie as his assistant continued to rattle out a long list of his other plans for the day.
“Five thirty – a meeting with Senator Philip at the Waldorf…”
“Cancel it,” he muttered quickly.
“Uuum…you cancelled it last week, sir and asked for it to be re-scheduled for this week…”
“I don’t really care, Miles,” he ground out impatiently as his eyes roamed over another report concerning a dispute over some oil fields the Enterprise owned. “Tell him I’ll give him a call later.”
“O-okay, sir.” There was the sound of something being scratched off and then the young assistant continued again. “Sixty-thirty, you have to meet with shareholders…”
“It’s today?” Quatre asked incredulously.
“Yes, sir. Do you want me to reschedule?”
“No…no…” He ran fingers through his already tousled hair in a restless motion. “We can’t leave the shareholders in the cold. They are very important. I’ll be there.”
“Very good, sir. At eight o’clock, you have to be at the cocktail event…”
“Yes, yes, I know about that one. Thank you, Miles. Field all phone calls and I mean all phone calls, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. Would you like to have your lunch in here, sir?”
Quatre looked blank for a moment as if unaware of what the word ‘lunch’ meant. But with a soft shake of his head, he replied slowly. “No…I’m not…actually I am hungry. Get me the usual.”
“Yes, sir.” The door closed silently behind Miles and the young man was left alone in his thoughts. He sighed heavily and thumbed through the papers, already knowing that he was going to be very late tonight. He wondered how Heero would feel if he came up with that dreaded phone call again, but there was no helping it. He couldn’t afford to put off any more appointments or business meetings or they would be no end to them at all. He turned his head to glance out the large windows that illuminated the city skyline in all its glory. It was a beautiful afternoon and he should have been sharing it with Heero. A pang of regret and wistfulness seared through his heart as a memory of one memorable afternoon on their yacht came rushing back to his mind. He blushed darkly and tried to will away the growing heat between his legs.
Work! Work! He reminded himself sharply. Must focus! Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for his growing erection to wither as his gaze fell upon the pile of papers to his left. It was yet another business proposition to look into.
Allah, help him, but he was doing his very best to keep his sanity in check and it was becoming increasingly difficult to do.
“Seven-sixty horsepower and a standard 3600 V6 engine!”
Duo whistled in appreciation, having to lean closer to actually hear what the other mechanic was saying above the thunderous din of the cars currently blazing down the racetrack.
“This baby’s a dream!” the man gushed and Duo could understand why. The custom-made Chevrolet Monte Carlo gleamed in the sun and he watched, surreptitiously, as Heero made his way to the pit stop to talk to a few other mechanics. Even a fool would have noticed how moody the dark haired man had become over the past hour or so. Duo wasn’t really sure of what had gotten Heero in such a state, but he was sure it had something to do with that ‘intuition’ thing again. Exchanging a quick few words with the excited engineer, he made his way through the tangle of wires, tires and fuel containers to where Heero stood. He tapped the other man’s shoulder gently and motioned for him come into a nearby trailer.
Once within the safety of the mini home away from home, Duo closed the door quietly behind him and folded his arms before his chest with a heavy sigh. He watched Heero pick up a few things here and there, the tension within his broad shoulders evident with each movement.
“Why don’t you call him to find out how he’s doing?” Duo finally asked as he picked up a cordless phone from its cradle upon the wall. “Anymore frowns from you and I’m going to have to send you back home, friend.”
Heero glanced over his shoulder at the offered device, before shaking his head softly. “No, he’s busy. I know he’s busy. He said he would be, didn’t he?” He groaned softly and sank onto a couch – which wasn’t much all things considered. The trailer seemed way too small for both of them and Duo was already itching to go outside to watch the races again. He really wanted to see how well his automobile was doing.
“Listen, Heero,” he began quickly. “I don’t really give a damn what righteous thoughts your conscience is making you have right now, but what I do know is that you’ve either got to call him to find out how he’s doing…or you can very well go home. I’m giving you the rest of the day off.”
Heero’s brows furrowed into a frown, but Duo’s scowl bore no room for arguments. With a light snort, he reached for the phone and raised a brow. “Excuse me then?”
Duo managed a small smile and a quick salute. “Good to see you thinking again! See ya outside!”
The door closed behind him with a firm click, but not before the cacophony of screaming fans, screeching tires and the hot smell of tire, asphalt and fuel had assailed his senses. Grateful for the relative silence again, Heero stared at the black phone in his hands for a moment longer. He wanted – oh so badly wanted to call Quatre. Although, they had both made plans to be together this evening, the feeling of foreboding and worry that they would both be too busy to make it had made him feel sour and sullen since their arrival here. He knew that Quatre had gone out of his way to make their cruise trip happen. He knew just how much the blond had sacrificed work-wise just to get them to be alone again. And what had he done in return? Nothing. Nothing but create even more of a task for his lover to deal with afterwards.
Lately, he had woken up some nights to find himself sleeping alone. Sure they had gone to bed together, but it was as if Quatre had always waited for him to fall asleep before going back to his business. Once or twice, Heero had walked into the blond’s den to find him fast asleep over pages of documents on his desk or curled up in his large chair dead to the world. He would always carry Quatre up to their bedroom feeling even worse and guilty for making things harder for his lover. If only he had stood his ground and convinced Quatre not to have the trip, perhaps things wouldn’t be quite as hectic as they were today.
Am I being selfish in wanting to have him more to myself? Is it wrong for me to wish he would just give up his lifestyle and adapt to mine?
He bit his lower lip and stared out of the sheer curtains of the trailer and into the hazy images of people walking outside. Calling Quatre now would only disrupt the blond’s schedule and Heero could not do that. He would give his lover the time to get his work done. All he had to do was tell Duo that he would go home after all and then do his best to wait for Quatre’s arrival – no matter how late that was.
It was the least he could do to make up for being ‘selfish’. And with that firm thought in mind, he placed the phone back in its place and made his way out to the tracks again.
Quatre shook hands with several more people, mentally checking their names as they rattled it off to him. These were the people he was responsible for and it was his duty as CEO to see to their welfare. The meeting with the shareholders had gone much quicker than he had anticipated and he realized that he had at least half an hour before his appointment with Lady Ai. Seeing the last man out the door to the conference room, he motioned for Miles to leave him alone in peace as he reached for his cell phone to call up Heero.
He wasn’t surprised to find that his heartbeat had quickened in anticipation at having to hear Heero’s voice again. It seemed as if it had been eons since he had last spoken to his dark-haired partner and he couldn’t wait to tell him all about his day. Hopefully, dinner at the Ai’s residence would be quick and he could get home on time to be with the one he loved.
The monotonous sound of Heero’s phone ringing after several minutes had Quatre’s brows furrowing. And when Heero’s firm voice came on the line, the blond sighed in disbelief. Had Heero left his cell phone at home again? It was a rare occurrence that such a thing should happen, since the dark-haired man was always quick to have that particular device on hand but he must have been too excited about the race to pay much attention today. Quatre’s lips pursed in thought as he tried to call it again. Maybe Heero did have his phone, but the noise from the racetracks would make it impossible for him to hear. However, hearing the same message again, confirmed the blond’s worst fears. Heero had left his phone at home and there was no other way to reach him…
Ah! He could call Duo’s cell phone and then…
“Sir,” came the tentative voice at the door, which caused him to lift his head in irritation. Miles trembled beneath the look but stood his ground and smiled in apology. “I’m sorry to interrupt you sir, but one of the shareholders wishes to have a talk with you. She says it concerns something you didn’t quite cover during the meeting.”
Quatre eyed his phone and then gave a soft sigh of defeat. Calling Heero would have to wait for some time. He had to deal with this and hopefully try to call his partner again later on this evening.
“So what did he say?”
“What did who say?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Heero. You called Q, right? How was he doing?”
There was a pause as Heero continued to fiddle with a helmet, still not looking at his friend. “He’s…busy as I predicted.”
“Hardly a prediction,” Duo replied with a snort as he tapped the hood of his winning car gently.
The racetracks were considerably quieter now, as most of the fans had gone home for the day. Only a few mechanics and fans alike lingered in the large stadium as the evening chill settled over the once heated atmosphere. Duo gulped the remainder of his beer and crushed the can in one hand before pointing towards the heavens with a grin on his features.
“Either way, we won tonight! Yes! And the requests come pouring in!! We’re going to be as busy as hell the next few days and weeks…hell, even months! We’ll be building cars for every…”
“Can I go home now?” Heero interrupted quietly. “I have to meet Quatre tonight, remember?”
Duo’s face fell at the swift destruction of his enthusiasm. He shrugged and nodded. “Sure. I’ll go with the other guys tonight. You can take the car.” He tossed the keys towards Heero, who caught it with a hand. “And make sure you come to my garage tomorrow with a goddamn grin on your face or I’m firing your ass.”
Heero smiled a little at the threat, knowing full well that Duo did need his expertise for a few things and wouldn’t dare think of letting Heero go, but then again, who knew what the braided man thought at times. “See you around, Duo,” he said with a light wave as he began to walk away.
His footsteps quickened as he eyed his watch. Nine-thirty. There was no way Quatre wouldn’t be home by now. And with that happy thought and knowledge in mind, he began to run towards the waiting vehicle that would take him to the one he loved.
Quatre hung up the phone with a heavy sigh. Heero was still not home. Just how long did it take a freaking race to end anyway? He rubbed his temples, trying hard to will away the headache that was coming along. He eyed the partygoers through the thick velvet red curtains that shielded the ‘phone room’ from the main ballroom. Women dressed in shimmering gowns of silk and lace, adorned with jewelry worth millions, seemed to sparkle in his sight. Handsome men, both young and old alike, flirted shamelessly with their female counterparts. Voices rose and fell – laughter filtering through like fragile glass as he held on tightly to a marble column beside him.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to be with Heero again. So what was stopping him?
Oh yes…he was supposed to receive an award tonight.
Lady Ai and her husband, including the mayor of the city were here to shower him with praises for his contribution to the city.
He would have to stay – to appease them all.
So why wasn’t he feeling thrilled at the prospect?
Someone was waiting for him…somewhere…and he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Heero ran up the stairs and threw open the doors leading into the house with a flourish. The butler came running up towards him with panic only to sigh in relief as he noticed who it was. One look around the lobby told Heero all he needed to know.
Quatre wasn’t home yet.
“Master Winner called from Lady Ai’s mansion a few minutes ago, sir,” the older man said with a polite bow. “He wanted to know…”
Heero wasn’t even listening. He cursed himself for forgetting to take his phone with him today, now aware that his partner must have been calling him for the better part of the day. He strode up to the nearest one and began to dial his lover’s numbers frantically.
Please pick up…please pick up…I’m so sorry…for being such a fool…
The applause was thunderous and Quatre could barely hear himself think as he was ushered up the glass staircase and towards the smiling VIPs on the podium. His smile felt forced – to him at least. His saw everything and yet nothing. His hand was taken again – firm handshakes all around. He was hardly aware of what was being said to him, but he knew that he had to make a speech and to make it a good one at that.
He accepted the large golden key that was thrust into his hand and with the practiced ease of years of being the consummate businessman, Quatre Winner turned around to address his adoring audience.
Heero growled and hung up the phone with more force than necessary. He tapped his fingers restlessly against the wall, his jaw working silently as he thought of what to do now. The obvious thing was to wait but then again, being patient wasn’t really one of Heero’s strong suits. He walked into the silent living room, not bothering to switch on the lights as he allowed the one from the lobby to illuminate and guide him. He paced up and down the large room slowly, his eyes drifting over the polished furniture that reeked of expensive tastes. Heero allowed his fingers to brush upon the rich mahogany Steinway Piano and he sighed softly as memories of the blond sitting behind it came rushing back to his mind.
Hadn’t there been a time when they had ‘played’ such sweet music upon the magnificent instrument? It was a miracle it hadn’t broken from their combined weight back then. He flushed at the memory, licking his lips slowly as he imagined what his lover and best friend was doing right now. He could almost see the lines of strain and weariness around Quatre’s handsome features and he longed to kiss them away. He could almost taste the warm lips that would be speaking to someone else at this very moment, wishing fervently that they were upon his skin right now. He groaned and closed his eyes, hands clenching into tight fists as he fought the urge to cry out in frustration.
There was only one thing he could do after all.
And he had no idea what he was still waiting for…
The speech was apparently a success for it garnered yet another rousing round of applause. His jaw was beginning to ache from smiling so much and despite the abundance of food that surrounded him; he had barely eaten a thing. In retaliation, his stomach was beginning to protest its lack of nourishment. He leaned close to place a soft kiss on Lady Ai’s cheek, noticing that she was wearing the second largest diamond in the world around her neck. She wasn’t bad looking for a woman of her age but he had the feeling that years of plastic surgery had given her the perpetual youthful look.
Maneuvering his way through congratulations and well wishes, his bright green eyes roamed the room absently, only for them to fall upon amused and yet familiar blue ones that had his heart skipping a beat. He shook his head rapidly and stared at the corner again, but to his chagrin, the person standing there was a waiter with a tray of martinis. Had that just been a hallucination? Had he actually thought that Heero was in the room? Was he really that desperate to see his lover that he was beginning to imagine things? Reaching for a passing glass of champagne, Quatre downed it quickly and tried to will his pounding heart to steady itself.
He was drawn into another circle of businessmen and as he lifted his hand to shake yet another person, he gasped as someone brushed past behind him. Of course people had walked by him all night, but it was the scent – that undeniable cologne of musk and cinnamon– that could only belong to one person! He spun around quickly, darting furtive glances around the crowded room – hoping, praying that it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him again. But to his dismay there was nothing to see. Nobody looked like his Heero. All of the guests seemed to blend into one color of solid black as he sought for the gentle blues that belonged to his partner.
Quatre sighed heavily and was just about to focus his attention back to the senator, when he finally allowed his senses to pick up the dull ring of the cell phone within his pocket. He raised a hand to excuse himself from the others and began to walk away from the room, his heart pounding fiercely again as he had seen the familiar number on the caller id.
“Heero?” he asked breathlessly. “Where are you? Just where the fuck are you?”
His lover laughed – a sexy sound that had Quatre unable to stop the small whimper that escaped his lips. “Right in front of you.”
The blond spun around quickly, but again, he was swamped with the infuriating images of the other guests. He scowled and spoke into the phone quickly. “Stop playing games with me, Heero. I’m running out of patience.”
“Ouch,” came the teasing reply. “I told you I am right before you.”
“Right before me? But right before me is the…” By this time, he had stepped onto the patio and was already walking up to the marble-structured balustrades. He leaned over to peer down in disbelief. Standing amongst the breathtaking and rather exotic flowers and foliage alike, stood Heero Yuy in the flesh. He was now dressed in a black tuxedo that showed off his strong shoulders and sinewy length to perfection. His hair was still in its ponytail and his eyes seemed alight with pleasure at the sight of the blond man looking down at him. He waved with his free hand, still holding the other one against his ear.
“See? I told you I was here,” he said softly. “Now unless you want me to pull a Romeo, you had better get down here because I’m taking you home now.”
Quatre was still speechless, unable to believe that Heero (who usually hated black-tie events and had complained about having to attend so many while with Relena) had actually gone this far to see him tonight. He felt something hard constrict his heart as a tremulous smile broke unto his visage.
“You…I can’t believe you…”
“So? Are you coming down or do I have to come hoist you over my shoulder to whisk you away?” Heero asked with another laugh as he moved closer. With his eyes still trained on him, he whispered softly into the phone. “I missed you, baby.”
Quatre’s hands trembled around the small device against his ear as he whispered back thickly. “I missed you even more, Heero.” He turned off the phone and began to walk or rather run down the flight of stairs. He barely gave his lover the time to think as he threw his arms around Heero’s neck tightly. “I missed you…missed you…missed you,” he muttered fervently, his hands touching everywhere and anywhere possible.
“Quatre,” Heero began in slight concern as he noticed the growing crowd of spectators watching their every move. He wasn’t averse to showing their feelings in public, but he wasn’t sure if his partner needed this kind of publicity right now. A camera flashed and that seemed to wake the happy blond from his delirious stupor.
With a sheepish grin, he leaned close again to whisper thickly into his lover’s ear. “How about we make like Romeo and Juliet and elope?”
“Hmm…sounds tempting,” Heero replied with a smirk as his hands slid down to knead his lover’s tight ass through the expensive pants. “What I’d really like to do is show everyone here just how friendly we really are, but…”
Anything else he would have said went flying out of his mind as he felt Quatre’s tongue tease his ear. “Let’s go home, baby,” came the soft command that had his resolve weakening completely.
For as he saw the wicked sparkle of desire that shone in his lover’s eyes, Heero Yuy knew it would be pointless to argue with that demand.
Sleek bodies writhed beneath the silk-like sheets. Low moans and groans interspersed with whispered words of love and small cries of lust permeated the air already thick with the heady musk of their coupling. Beneath the luminous glow of nature’s light that filtered through the large windows, the two men strained and arched, panted and heaved as their bodies ceased to become separate entities. The fair one gave a final deep thrust that sent them both over the edge and into an abyss of pleasure so complete that neither seemed to be aware of their surroundings long after satiation.
Sticky and heated, moist and pliant, they snuggled against the other and rested in the wonderful afterglow. Quatre turned onto his back and pulled Heero upon him gently, smiling softly as he felt the soft tickle of his lover’s dark hair beneath his chin. Neither said a word as they allowed their hearts to do all the talking. They were one again and it seemed as if they had never stopped loving each other from the moment they had started the night before. Heero’s slow and steady breathing signaled his descent into sleep, but for Quatre, he knew it would be a long time coming for him.
They had talked on the way home earlier and Heero had voiced his concerns over their hectic lifestyle. Quatre was unable to stop the feeling of guilt that had consumed him as he realized just how much his work schedule was going to affect them in the future. They were going to be nights, days or even weeks when being this intimate with Heero would be next to impossible. He had to travel in a few days and Heero would be too busy with his work at the garage as well. So just what could they do to maintain a relationship that they were both too afraid to let go of?
Quatre’s wrapped his arms protectively around his lover’s body and he glanced out of the window with a small smile. Nobody had said it was going to be easy being a couple and anyone who had thought that was a fool. He might not be with Heero every single time – at least physically - but there was no denying that the dark-haired boy would always be with him in spirit no matter where he went or how far apart they were.
After all, wasn’t that what love was all about?
He stared at the relaxed features below him and whispered softly in response to his unspoken question. “Yes…yes, it is Heero. We will make it through, no matter what obstacles come our way.”
And as he fell into welcome sleep, he failed to see the small smile of gratitude that now graced the lips of the one he loved.
~The End~
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