A Holiday Fic

Title: A Holiday Fic Part II

Author: Aislira

Pairings: 1x4 (yaoi) (figure I should let you guys in on the secret since it's the second part)

Rating: NC-17 (lemon)

Warnings/Spoilers: Humor (I think...), citrus, yaoi, very light angst, OOC especially in one part, no spoilers that I'm aware of...could be classified as an AU or TWT, because I haven't seen all of 'Endless Waltz,' and don't know what exactly happens to them afterwards.

Summary: (^_~ Cheaters! Um, Quatre takes a vacation deep in the forest-y mountains and gets a surprise visitor)

Archived: http://www.angelfire.com/magic/libertyville/...if anyone else would like it, please take it, I don't mind...just give me a holler to let me know...

E-mail: aislira@yahoo.com

Disclaimers: Yeah I own Gundam Wing...and as my father says, if you believe that, I have some nice ocean-side property in the middle of the Sahara I'd like to sell you...

Dedication: Yay! At the writing of this I have gotten TWO reviews! Sankyuu!! So here's to you Yokaze and Misangi! Hope it lives up to expectations...if you have any! Sorry it's so late!

Uber-special dedication: To my onnee-chan, she knows who she is, I missed you GIRL!!!!

Aislira's Notes: The continuation of 'A Holiday Fic.' And I got it done just in time, too! Quatre and Heero get friendly, Quatre has doubts, and then...well I can't ruin it for you... Oh, and this was mostly written during the wee hours he mhe morning, about five hours before a business test that took place at ten in the morning. v.v Can't wait to see my score for -that- test. Ah, and because I couldn't decide who I want to be uke or seme...*tags Heero and Quatre* You're both it!!! *runs away laughing*

/denotes thoughts/
-denotes Japanese words-

A Holiday Fic Part II

~ ~ ~ (Last time) ~ ~ ~

Quatre closed his eyes and breathed a silent prayer of thanks to Allah and Duo. He re-opened them and stared deeply into the piercing eyes, "I don't know, but I would spend the rest of my life trying."

"Good," was all the Perfect Soldier said before claiming Quatre's lips in the first kiss of many.

~ ~ ~ (Now time) ~ ~ ~

Quatre pulled away and stared deep into Prussian blue eyes, "Heero," it was his turn to be the aggressor, and he rolled over, on top of Heero. His lips descended and pried Heero's lipsn, sn, so he could plunder the willing orifice.

Heero's hips snapped up, and Quatre could feel their naked erections meet for the first time. He moaned into Heero's mouth, and his tongue tried even harder to join with Heero's.

They broke apart to pant for breath, the warm air mixing in the small space between their faces. Quatmilemiled at Heero, and held his face between tender, calloused hands, "Heero, -kokoro-, are you sure?"

"Hai. Please, Quatre. Love me."

Quatre smiled and kissed Heero's rose pink lips gently, "I already do. I have since the first. But I understand. -Ninmu ryoukai.-

He slid slowly down Heero's body, sipping from the tanned skin as if he were in his desert home, and Heero were the clearest water. He stopped at Heero's nipples, tugging at them with lips, and scraping sharply with white teeth. But he knew, as did Heero, that it was only a brief stop.

Dark, chocolate brown hair fell across Heero's eyes as his head tossed back, and he pleaded, "Please, Quatre, -hoshi.-"

Quatre grinned wickedly, "Patience, my little soldier," his hands slid lower, teasing the washboard abs with swirling patterns, delving sose ose to the aching, dripping need, but never quite touching.

"Gods, Quatre."

The pilot of Sandrock smirked and leaned down, his breatt int in Heero's ear, "I want you, Heero, inside me, hot, hard, and perfect. I want you to make me scream your name. Prove to me that you're real."

Heero twisted until he loomed dark and dangerous above Quatre. He stared down at the golden-haired man, an indefinable look crossing his face. His head lowered slowly, and he caught Quatre's lips in a tender kiss. They parted after what seemed a lifetime, and Heero whispered, "I want you, Quatre."

His lirailrailed down, sucking here on Quatre's neck, nipping there on the delicate wings of his collarbone; searching for and finding all the sensitive points along his chest that wrung cries of desire and pleasure from moist pink lips. It was Quatre's turn to cry out in impatient wanting, urging Heero to move on to more pleasurable pursuits.

Unlike Quatre, Heero heeded the impassioned cries, and pressed his kisses lower, across the taut stomach, pausing to tickle the Arabian boy's navel, before sliding down, down to the throbbing hardness that wept clear drops of joy at the longed for attention.

Heero kissed away the pearlescent drops and ran his tongue around the head of Quatre's cock. Slowly, almost lethargically, he ran it down the side to the base, and then back up the other side.

Quatre shuddered, the spark thad had been lit in his body when Heero had first kissed him fanned into a blazing fire with thefectfect Soldier's attentions to his raging erection.

His breath flooded out in a gasp when Heero rose up to engulf his hard length. The moist heat, the exquisite suction, and the thought that it was Heero all threatened to end it prematurely for Quatre.

He held on by sheer will alone, but couldn't control the small bucking motion of his hips, nor his hands stealing to bury themselves in the thick chocolate brown hair, "Heero, oh Heero!"

Heero grinned around his treat, loving the breathless cries Quatre was releasing. In satisfaction he hummed low in his throat, knowing the vibrations would run up and down the length he was sucking on, and drive the blonde insane with need.

Quatre nearly shrieked as the vibrations and thght ght tunnel of Heero's mouth drove him to climax. It had been too long. After Wufei had left him he had buried himself in work, and had ignored almost everything. /Just like he said you would when he left you. Sometimes,/ a part of his mind reminded him, /he was a little too insightful. Didn't he tell you that he loved you, but you loved someone else? Sound familiar?/

"Hmm," he murmured, unaware it was aloud, "it does sound familiar, but I'll talk to you about that later. Right now I have more important issues. Like Heero."

Heero had settled next to Quatre, lazily pressing kisses to the smooth white throat. At Quatre's inexplicable statement he looked around, and then at Quatre, "Do you talk to yourself often?"

The turquoise-eyed boy laughed depreciatingly, "Sorry, it's a bad habit I picked up last year. My sister Aalyah, one of the psychologists on staff at Winner Headquarters says it's because I work too much. That's why I'm here."

"-Saa,-" Heero lapsed into silence and the boy boys stared at each other. Then, as if a silent consensus had been reached they sprang into action. Hands trickled over smooth skin, lips etched hard muscles into memories, names and praises were whispered into the winter-chilled air.

Finally, Quatre found himself atop Heero. They rocked against each other, and Quatre handed his new lover a small bottle otiontion, "-Gomen,- but I haven't kept this place stocked in lube for a while, so we'll have to use this."

"That's all right, Quatre," Heero looked up into Quatre's lust darkened blue eyes,ertaertainty in his own dark blue eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Am I sure he asks me." Quatre stared deeply into Heero's eyes, "If I have never been sure of anything in my life, I am sure of this. I want you. With me, in me, feeling me, loving me." He blinked back tears and leaned down to place a passionate, and yet tender kiss, on Heero's lips, "-Ai shiteru...sueshijuu.-(1)"

Coming from the confident boy, now man, Quatre had been and still was, the declaration was enough to soothe Heero's doubts. He uncapped the bottle, and while Quatre squirmed in his lap in anticipation, he coated his fingers with the white, lightly scented lotion.

His fingers teased at Quatre's entrance, skimming over it, circling it lightly, before one pressed inward. He plunged the finger in and out, mimicking what something larger, thicker, would be doing soon.

As soon as he felt the muscle loosen, Heero inserted another finger. He scissored the two fingers, stretching Quatre for more. Quatre's back arched, and he pushed himself down onto the intruding digits, his cries inarticulate, but encouraging. His hands clenched reflexively at Heero's shoulders, needing to keep hold of something tangible, something solid, something real.

/Are you sure it's real, though? Maybe it's all a realistic, fantastic wet dream./

"If it is, and you wake me up now, I'll kill you!"

Heero only smiled at Quatre's outburst. He studiously avoided touching Quatre's pros, wa, wanting to save that pleasfor for later. His other hand began to roughly stroke Quatre's hard cock as a third finger snuck in.

Quatre gasped in mixed pleasure and slight pain, but pain that was so good, and it was pain that heralded even greater pleasure. "Heero, just do it now!"

Heero nodded and picked up the bottle, smoothing the lotion over his own throbbing erection, moving purposefully, not wanting to linger too long for fear of reaching completion too soon. After lubing up he guided his erection to Quatre's entrance. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock.

Teasing pressure drove Quatre to near wanting madness. He opened eyes he wasn't aware of closing when Heero didn't thrust up and in. The question in his eyes was plain, as was Heero's answer. Quatre smiled and slowly lowered himself. Inch by tantalizing inch he embedded Heero into himself. The exquisite length pierced him, almost as if it would split him in two. It was a wonderful feeling, one he would love to feel over and over again. Down more and more until he felt wiry curls, and the soft skin of Heero's balls against his ass. They paused, Heero's hands on his hips, his hands splayed across Heero's chest. Within seconds Quatre was rising up and thrusting down, his legs muscles straining with exertion.

Heero's hands slid up and down Quatre's hips restlessly, the constraining heat of Quatre's body sending tingles of pure sensation throughout his body, centering on where their bodies were joined. Every so often he would jolt up, plunging deeper into Quatre, but itmed med that for now he was content to let Quatre do the work.

Quatre's mouth had dropped open, and he took deep panting breaths, near sobs. He had imagined this time and time again, had dreamed of it almost every night. But this, the reality, it so far surpassed his fantasies, it was almost blasphemy to compare them. He shifted his hands farther up so that they splayed on either side of Heero's head. He leaned down, kissing Heero harshly, and forcing Heero's cock into him at an angle that struck his prostate continuously. "Oh Allah! Heero!"

"Quatre, my Quatre!" His hand moved from Quatre's smooth hip to his erection, and Heero roughly stroked him in time to the rhythm Quatre commanded.

The blonde pilot nearly screamed. With Heero in him, and stroking him, and kissing him, he felt as if he would be swallowed up by Wing's pilot. /Still,/ he reflected, /what a way to go./

He sped up his pace, trying to get Heero to speed up, to give him more of the lovely friction. He legs worked harder and harder, up and down, in and out, faster and deeper and harder. Heero always keeping in time to the furious cadence. Finally, Quatre could stand it no more, the pleasure was too much, and he surrendered gratefully, his seed spurting out to cover Heero's hand and belly. Caught as he was in his orgasm he nonetheless felt it when Heero also gave in. Felt Heero's semen coat his insides, felt Heero stiffen and shout out.

Quatre slumped down a little, and felt Heero turn him and curl him close to his body. He snuggled closer to Heero and laid a nearly chaste kiss on the other boy's lips, "I love you, Heero."

Heero said nothing, merely kissed him back, and closed his eyes falling to sleep.

Sleep did not come so easily for Quatre, he lay next to Heero, his mind refusing to sleep. In fact, his mind was keeping him awake with doubts. Doubts that he just didn't want to think about, but really had no choice, /He never said it you know./

"But he's here. That's proof enough, isn't it?" Quatre mumbled nearly inaudibly, trying not to wake Heero.

/No. And you know it isn't. I wonder how many times he told Duo.../

"I hate you. And I'm telling you it doesn't matter. He's here with me now."

/For how long, though? Long enough for you to get your hopes up so he and Duo can have a good laugh at you, that's how long./

"They wouldn't do that! They're my friends!"

/Ha! Some friends. Did any of them check up on you when yore wre working yourself near to death?/

"Well, Wufei..."

/Doesn't count./

"Look, they were too busy. I mean Duo has the salvage yard, and Heero..."

/Uh huh, come on, this outta be good./

Quatre watched warily as Heero mumbled something and turned...away from him. With a barely stifled sigh he climbed out of the bed and quickly dressed. Silently he moved into the living room, stopping only to put his boots on and grab his coat, and then opened the door and entered the chill of a Northern Earth winter.

tbc…

(1) "Ai shiteru...sueshijuu." Literally means I love you...forever; for life... Or at least that's what that nice little translation site said...if I'm wrong don't feel bad about correcting me, I'd prefer to get it right...