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Not So Simple	By : Mukuro Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gundam Wing - Yaoi - Trowa X Quatre.
NC-17 - Lemon. Quatre and Trowa have a relationship since the beginning of the war, and at some point, they decided to have sex. Quatre gets nervous and eager, and Trowa, a little mechanic. Together they find out how it feels like to make love...
Thoughts in italic.

Tell Me What You Want

It's now or never...
At the current house the boys were staying in, Quatre nervously stood at the bedroom door. His and Trowa's bedroom. His palms were sweaty and his knees were weak. He shouldn't be this nervous, there was nothing to worry about.
Actually, from Quatre's point of view, there was a lot to worry about. Wufei was on a solo mission that would take two more days, while Heero and Duo were working on their gundams, far away from there. That meant Quatre was alone in the safehouse. With Trowa.
Alone... with Trowa... oh Allah...
Last night they talked. Trowa said what he wanted to do. And this afternoon, Trowa went downtown, saying he was going to a pharmacy to pick up some useful things.
Condoms? Ohhhh...
A long time ago, in the beginning of the war, Quatre and Trowa started a relationship... that went much deeper than friendship. Trowa was rude and cold at the start, but after so many things, like losing his memory and having to trust his life to others, Trowa became more social. Not like Duo... Trowa would never come to that point. But oh so much better than before. He was more talkative and kind now, especially with Quatre.
The blonde, always lovely and polite, had a crush on Trowa since... ever. He slowly walked through the cold walls around Trowa's heart, earning his friendship, trust and respect. Soon, they were doing all missions together, always sleeping in the same room, and even going to some musical events, since music was a common interest.
At some point, Quatre's spaceheart started to feel something different. There was more than just the usual amount of friendly affection coming from Trowa. Although Trowa's face was always the same, showing very little emotion, his heart was a sandstorm of thoughts and feelings. Quatre found the boy, many times, with a semblance of confusion in his features, probably having a hard time trying to understand what was going on.
He's sure quite... charming... when he's thinking too hard...
At first, Quatre thought maybe those feelings were toward Heero. Well, Duo was annoying... not that Quatre didn't like him, it was just that Trowa had said that once. And, he would always find an excuse to go to his room when Duo was around. They were not alike and Quatre couldn't picture them together. Wufei was no threat. Never around, always alone, studying, exercising or trying to kill Duo. And, Wufei already had a lover. A very dangerous one.
Sleeping with the enemy...
So, Heero was the only option. He and Trowa spent months together, after Heero detonated himself with his gundam. Trowa took care of him and helped the stoic pilot. They had a lot of things in common, they were definitely alike, and Trowa admired the perfect pilot very much. He would talk about him, going on about Heero's intelligence and perfection, the way Heero did things and how and where and when... Quatre sometimes would get very depressed during their conversations, and he'd leave Trowa with a polite excuse. He always missed the sad shine in the pilot's eyes.
On the other hand, I was very flattered. Trowa didn't talk to anyone but me.
During that time, Quatre was beginning to give Trowa up. The most important thing for him was Trowa's happiness. If he was falling in love with Heero, Quatre would do everything in his reach to make the boy happy, even if that meant ignoring his love for him. He'd have to forget that soft hair, deep green eyes, delicate lips, strong hands. He'd never get the chance to have all that. But it was definitely for the best.
But... fate was good to Quatre. Duo and Heero got together. They weren't open with their... relationship, if you can say that... But Quatre saw the changes in Duo's behavior, and soon the braided boy told him everything. The blonde was devastated. He was happy for the couple, but he feared Trowa's disappointment. He decided not to tell him, he thought the pilot didn't know anything, since his spaceheart was still picking strong positive feelings from Trowa.
Quatre was wrong. One day, Trowa told Quatre about Heero and Duo. When the smaller boy started to soothe Trowa, the circus boy didn't get it. And there was, suddenly, an odd situation. Trowa told him then, that Heero had told him and Wufei everything, he had even declared that he'd take full responsibility for Duo's action in the battlefield, never letting their relationship get in the way of the mission. And then... then Trowa told Quatre that Heero would accept a relationship between the two of them (the blondie angel and the circus boy, of course), if Trowa swore to take the same responsibility that Heero did.
Guess what? Trowa said he'd do it. And, at that moment, he was asking Quatre if he wanted to try.
I died and went to heaven...
So, Trowa's feelings toward Heero were always of respect and admiration. He had been falling for Quatre all along, maybe just afraid of doing something that would make him less in Heero's eyes. He never declared his feelings for Quatre, he never kissed the boy that day, he didn't even say anything but 'Do you want to try?' Quatre could only nod. And then Trowa smiled.
Not actually a smile... more of a twist of lips... gorgeous all the same.
All Quatre's excitement died a few days latter, when their relationship didn't change. Weren't they supposed to kiss now? Hold hands? Caress each other? What the hell were Heero and Duo doing then? What was all that moaning and panting about?
Quatre didn't know what to do. He never had a relationship before, he lived with women all his life and he was always disappointing his father. He already had disappointed Trowa once, with that gundam zero and the colony he destroyed. He was sure he was doing that again. He was clueless about what to do. He knew what he wanted, but he was not sure about what the other pilot wanted. So... he asked.
He asked once 'What do you want to do with us?'. And Trowa told him he just wanted to sleep beside him. And they did, fully clothed, of course. It was wonderful. Trowa caressed Quatre all night long, and kissed the boy's cheek when he woke up. After some nights, they did it again, there was no need to ask or answer. After some time, they were sleeping together every night. Then, Trowa smiled. A real smile.
Quatre then asked 'What about now Trowa?'. And the taller boy asked to kiss him. Quatre melted. He just closed his eyes, and when he felt soft lips barely touching his, he melted some more. They kissed goodbye inside the gundams, before every mission, they kissed goodbye when they were going to be separated, even if just for a few minutes. Once, Trowa kept changing rooms inside the safehouse, so he got to kiss Quatre the whole afternoon, making the boy giggle each time, and earning a 'kawai' from Duo.
After that, Quatre grew self-confident and started to hold hands with Trowa in front of the other pilots. They would always sit together, or very very near each other. Trowa would walk with his arms around Quatre when they had social events to go to, and kiss him softly in public.
There was no hot stuff. Not until Quatre asked for more.
'What more Trowa?' And Trowa said he wanted to play with him. That sent shivers down Quatre's spine. They played a lot. In bed, they would sleep only in boxers now, anowa owa would incite the blonde with light touches and sweet kisses, but never actually touching him full. In the bath, Trowa would wash his hair and massage his back, caressing his whole body, and even though they'd both be hard and hot, Trowa was never demanding, never once touching his arousal.
He wouldn't listen to Quatre's whimpers and whispered pleas. He wouldn't look directly into Quatre's eyes. He wouldn't let Quatre see him naked. They wouldn't come. There were a lot of things missing.
And yesterday, Quatre asked for more. Not while he was blabbing, too lost in excitement to say something coherent. He asked for more before they slept, and Trowa said he wanted to make love with him.
I died and went to heaven... again.
And that's it. Now Quatre was at the door of their room, gathering courage to go on. They didn't do anything last night, Quatre had died and gone to heaven just hearing those words, too thrilled to move. Trowa just smiled and told him to sleep.
I should go in... He is waiting. But what if I'm mistaken? He never said when! I don't know how to do it... Oh Allah!! I'm having a heart attack...
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Trowa was waiting... And waiting... And waiting...
He said he was just going to send Wufei some coordinates, which might help the pilot with his solo mission...
Where the hell was Quatre? Trowa had been waiting the boy for over forty minutes. Maybe there's something wrong with Wufei. He was getting nervous, and losing his guts. He decided to go look for his boyfriend, and started lighting the candles all around the bedroom, everything should be perfect when Quatre arrives.
The big bed was full of petals, yellow roses, matching perfectly with the white sheets. The window was opened, it was a warm night, and the candles were placed just right, bringing light and dancing shadows to the dark room, mingling with pools of moonlight. It was simple and romantic. Although Quatre was a rich kid, he liked simple things, and Trowa did his best, with the few resources he had. The lube and condoms were near the bed, ready to be used.
And Trowa was more then ready. His erection wouldn't go down. It was starting to hurt. He justldn'ldn't do that anymore... ignore his instincts, deprive Quatre of a sexual relationship just because he though he didn't deserve the angel.
He is so pure, so innocent. I shouldn't, but he wants to. I tried, but... I guess I'm not strong enough to resist.
Trowa fell in love with Quatre, but never thought he deserved the boy. They were from different worlds. Trowa was poor, never went to school, never met his biological parents. Always abandoned. Quatre was intelligent, rich, from a high... breed. Their points together were music and strength to fight for the colonies. To fight for peace. A better world.
But Trowa couldn't back out. Slowly, Quatre won his heart. And Trowa suggested a relationship. Not that he was in his right mind. He would never do something like that. He wasn't going to break Quatre, drag him to his bloody world. But he saw Heero and Duo... both confused, alone, lost... and finding a way together.
Maybe Quatre could teach him to become human. Quatre had already taught him a lot of stuff. About war, feelings, love... So he tried. And Quatre said yes. But what then? No, Trowa didn't have the courage to initiate something. All that he had known about sex was from watching lions reproducing... He was not going to go with Quatre like that!
He started to watch Heero and Duo more carefully. He watched people on streets. He watched TV. Movies. There were some things he could do with Quatre, without hurting him, or demanding too much of him. Trowa only wanted to give. Give Quatre the best. The boy was getting frustrated, he had to do something.
So they slept, kissed, hugged, touched. It was all too much, too good to be true. Trowa never felt like this his entire life. An angel saved him, and was taking him to heaven. He never, never did anything without Quatre's permission. He waited for his angel to ask him. He would give Quatre anything he wanted. The boy who saved his heart would always deserve the best he could give. Trowa would never fail him.
But then, they were young, they had hormones. And things were getting hot. They started fooling around, even if it wasn't enough for both. Quatre would beg for more... but Trowa wouldn't give him more. He didn't know what he was asking for. Did Quatre really want to be more intimate with him?
Trowa knew he did. And he knew he couldn't say no, not when Quatre was so delicious, a naked angel, panting and asking for everything, without actually knowing what 'more' is. So tempting, so beautiful. How would it be to make love to that beauty? How would it feel?
Trowa knew nothing about making love. He knew what sex was. But it was... gross. Rude, painful, especially between two men. He saw that sometimes at the circus. He was not going to hurt Quatre! So he did his homework. He talked with Heero, he researched the subject on net, he even bought some dirty magazines. But Heero talked like a machine, he wasn't making love to Duo, he was going on a mission every night. Net was even worse. No comments about the magazine.
The basic steps, he got them, going over what he knew in his head. Preliminaries. Those, he was already doing with Quatre. Handjob... simple, but not enough. Good at the beginning, it helps you learn how your partner likes to be touched. Blowjob, he won't do it. If he bites Quatre, he will never forgive himself. That needs technique. He will have to just give Quatre some... licks... Rimming, his angel would think it's not hygienic. Quatre is a very clean person, he take two or three showers per day.
Enough of foreplay. Lube. Stretch. One finger, then two and finally three, always waiting for signals from your partner. More lube. Enter him. Slowly. And then the final moves. Always careful. Always looking at Quatre. The position, he already chose. He would use that one... how was it? Oh, Quatre on his back, he wants to be able to look at him. The other way around reminded him too much of the lions. Then, he will be at his knee, holding Quatre's legs up and apart. That's the conventional way. He doesn't want to look like a pervert.
At the end, search for the point. Heero told him to find the prostate. Change angles until you hit the point. Never forget that. It'll make Quatre see stars. The condom!! Don't forget it!!
That's not helping my hard on...
With that in mind, Trowa checked the room one more time. All set. While he played all the steps again in his mind, he went for the door, since he decided to go look for Quatre. He wasn't thinking about that as a mission. He just wanted to give Quatre the best. Soon he will learn that was all wrong. The secret is to go to it with your soul...
"Quatre."
The first thing he saw when he opened the door was his boyfriend. His angelic boyfriend, looking a little pale, with trembling hands.
"Trowa..." Is he even breathing?
"Are you okay?" Trowa asked, worried.
"Uh... yeah..."
When Quatre finally focused his eyes on Trowa, he saw the lights reflected in his green eyes, from inside the room. The blonde looked a little past his tall companion, trying to pry into the room, interested about what was going on. Trowa noticed his curiosity, and gave space for him to come in, smiling at the surprised reaction of his angel. There was some color returning to the boy...
"Oh... this is so nice Trowa..."
Quatre went to the middle of the room, looking at all those candles and the effect they were causing on the wall, plus the moonlight coming through the window. He looked at the bed, with clean white sheets, and went to it, taking a yellow petal and feeling it with his fingers. He was impressed.
"This is... this is... so..."
"Like it?" Trowa asked, coming closer to the boy and the bed.
"Love it..." Quatre said, meeting Trowa with open arms for a huge hug. "Thank you... thank you... you make this... it's so... special, it's..."
The blonde was without words to express his feeling. He was so afraid in the beginning, but now he was relaxed and happy, all worries forgotten... Trowa hugged the boy back, kissing his cheeks and making circle patterns with his hands on Quatre's back.
"Glad you liked it... it's just for you..."
"Oh Trowa..."
Quatre stepped back, just a little, to look directly at his boyfriend. He was almost crying, and noticed that Trowa was smiling lightly, gazing at him with shiny eyes, taking his hand and inviting him to sit on the bed. As they did, Trowa approached him and kissed him full on the lips, softly. They stared at each other for a moment, and Quatre decided to talk. He wasn't nervous anymore, he was too emotional at the moment to give a damn about his fears.
"Thank you very much Trowa. It's a wonderful surprise. I'm sorry I took too long to come."
"Okay."
"So... I suppose... we are going to...?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes..." It came as a whisper.
"Then... okay..." Enough with 'okay'. Say something else.
Trowa got closer to Quatre and started kissing the boy again, only, this time he was being deeper. Slowly, he traced his lips with his tongue, silently asking for permission. Quatre gave it to him, opening his mouth and embracing the tall boy with his arms around his neck. Trowa went all the way, feeling all Quatre was giving him. While he kissed the blonde's nose, cheek, neck, and back to his mouth, he caressed Quatre's arms with his hands, sending shivers to the boy.
So good, so pure... all mine...
Soon, Quatre needed air, and he broke from Trowa. Being brave, and looking just a little frightened, he started taking his shirt off. Both of them were wearing simple clothes, since they spent the day alone. Only shorts and shirts. Quatre was wearing sandals, and he took them off too. Looking at all that creamy chest, Trowa licked his lips and took his shirt off. Slowly, trying to give Quatre time and do things with calm, he adjusted himself in the middle of the bed, taking Quatre with him. They were both sitting, one in front of the other.
Quatre's eyes were glued on Trowa's torso. He'd never seen someone so... built. Handsome, strong. Even when both of them were fooling around, Trowa never let Quatre see him. The blond reached for his lover, touching both hands on his chest and marveling at the feeling. He held Trowa close, hands roaming wherever they could, trying to get all he could. He was curious, and hungry to satisfy those feelings he was having.
Noticing his boyfriend's eagerness, Trowa decided to let him have his time, while he himself only kissed Quatre wherever his lips were and kept massaging his shoulders, listening to their heartbeats. Then, Quatre touched his nipples, and he took in a sharp intake of breath, pleasing his lover. The blonde liked the sound, and took his time to play with Trowa, earning more.
Soon, Trowa was moving above Quatre, making the blonde lay on his back. The tall boy slowly adjusted himself on top of his boyfriend, making their erections touch and Quatre moan. The situation was new, and they both stopped for an instant, to look at each other. Quatre was blushing, with a dreamy look, while Trowa was marveled. After a few more deep kisses, and more of roaming hands, the circus boy was on four above Quatre, licking the boy from his neck to his navel, abusing the nipples, stopping his hands at the hem of Quatre's shorts.
"Can I take it off?"
A moan was his answer. Trowa did what he wanted to, and stopped as soon as he's done to admire the view. Quatre was breathtaking, extremely beautiful. Not a scar, not a bruise, all creamy and hairless. Not big on the front, but that was no problem.
Easier to... manage... I believe. What should I do now? Maybe I could do a blowjob, in this case. Maybe not. What were the other options? I forgot the stupid steps!
"Let me see you too Trowa..."
Quatre was redder than a tomato. His hands went to his groin on instinct, trying to hide himself. Trowa managed to free himself from his shorts, and he kneeled between Quatre's legs, pulling them a little apart and taking Quatre's hands in his.
"You're beautiful, angel. Don't be ashamed."
They gazed at each other for a moment, and then Trowa reached for Quatre's manhood. He touched it lightly, feeling the texture. Quatre started to whimper, and pulled Trowa down by the other hand, wanting the boy above him. They kissed some more, Quatre moaning more as Trowa intensified his ministrations. Then the blonde decided to return the favor, and reached for Trowa's cock.
Oh Allah... that's... that's big.
And they stayed there for a while. Trowa above Quatre, both touching each other. Both inexperienced, both willing to learn and try new things. They didn't stop until Trowa felt he wasn't going to last long, and he should be doing other things, if only he could remember the damn steps. He lay down on Quatre, rocking his lips a little, and remembering the lube and condoms. The blonde must have died and gone to heaven again, because he was looking... out of himself.
"More Trowa?" He emphasized his point rocking his hips and causing some friction. But he himself was not sure what he was asking for. "I... I don't know what to do..."
"It's okay..."
"Have you ever done..."
"No, angel."
"So, how do you know?"
"I have some ideas..."
Trowa reached for the lube and condoms, putting them under the pillows. He kissed Quatre some more, and rocked his hips more forceful, making the blonde moan out loud.
"Wanna try that?"
Even though Quatre didn't understand what Trowa meant, he nodded his head accepting whatever it was. He knew he needed more, his arousal was hurting a little, and he wanted relief. He was kissing Trowa's neck like there was no tomorrow, his arms firmly locked the boy close, wanting to feel their bodies, their heat. Trowa reached for the lube with one hand, and whispered to Quatre.
"Angel, I need to get up..."
"Oh..." He was red again.
Trowa smiled at Quatre's embarrassment, and sat up on his knee, showing Quatre the lube. The blonde looked at it blankly, and watched with interest as Trowa opened it, took some of it on his hands and spread it on his fingers. Trowa got closer, moving Quatre's legs apart... too much for the boy, who started to tense.
"Relax Quatre. I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good."
"What... I..."
"Trust me."
Quatre nodded again, forcing himself to relax under Trowa's ministrations. He closed his eyes, his hand searching for Trowa's, intertwining their fingers. He tensed again when something cold got near his rear, but Trowa was above him in an instant, telling him to relax. Their position changed, Trowa put Quatre's leg above his right shoulder, exposing more of the blonde. His right hand was with Quatre's, and his left was working on him, from one to three fingers, stretching and searching. He was kneeling, body inclined to his lover.
At first Quatre felt discomfort, but soon his body adapted and the repeated movements were... fine. Not pleasant, but ok. He was tight, but Trowa was being very gentle, kissing him, licking him and biting softly, his neck, shoulder and ear, exciting him more. Trowa didn't stop until the frown on Quatre's face disappeared, and the boy started moving his hips a little. Trowa was not as much excited as Quatre, his neglected cock still hard but under control. It helped to think clear.
Condom. Enter him. Slowly. He's too tight, this is going to hurt him!
"Quatre?" Trowa asked after removing his fingers.
"Yes..."
"I think... this is going to hurt now..."
"What?" The blonde opened his eyes quickly, tensing a little.
"I... want to be... inside of you. I'm... larger than my fingers..."
It took Quatre some seconds to understand all that was happening. He lowered his leg from Trowa's shoulder and looked at the boy. He saw Trowa's face, almost begging him, and he couldn't say no. First, he didn't want to, and he wouldn't deny it to his boyfriend, but he was afraid. His boyfriend was... big! He nodded to Trowa, unsure, pleading with his eyes for Trowa to be gentle.
Kneeling again, Trowa picked the condom up, opened it and put it on him, with no difficulty. He had practiced that before. He went to his position, between Quatre's legs. Adjusting the blonde's hips, moving his legs up, he touched the tip of his cock to Quatre's rear and shuddered. It was a good sensation, but it made him feel scared. Never, in a million years, could he fit inside there! Oh, but he wanted to!
"Trowa?"
Quatre noticed Trowa's change of mind. The tall boy stopped, staring blankly at him. Quatre knew he wanted to do it, but was afraid too. So, he decided to help him, pulling Trowa toward him with his legs, biting his lips when he felt something opening him. Trowa stepped out of his dream state, and focused on his lover's face, shivering from the sensation. In a few seconds, he was all the way inside. He was trembling, while Quatre was biting his lips hard, tears coming from his eyes.
"Angel?"
"Huh?"
"Are you ok?"
"Oh... too... too big Trowa, too much..."
"I'm sorry..." He said, kissing Quatre's neck in apology.
"It's ok... just... don't move..."
They stayed like that for some minutes. Quatre was making deep breaths, focused on relaxing. Trowa kept kissing Quatre's neck and ear, apologizing. They were glued on the hips, Trowa's cock hard, pulsing inside Quatre. On the other hand, Quatre now was the one not so excited. Doing nothing, they had time to think.
Quatre thought about the situation. He was so afraid before, but then Trowa's surprise distracted him. He was ashamed then, afraid his body wouldn't please his lover, but that was nonsense, since Trowa looked very pleased. Quatre was just shy. He lost himself on their act, impressed with all the physical and emotional feelings they were having. His spaceheart started to give signals to him. Trowa was worried, but full of love. Such a strong love that Quatre felt like he was going to explode.
And I love him so much too. I'd give everything for him, everything. I'm so warm, so... happy. Complete. We're one now. Forever.
Trowa was worried about Quatre. That, the act of making love, was supposed to be good. He hurt his love. That shouldn't have happened. How was he going to make that work? He was trying to remember the fucking stupid steps, but he got lost. He was supposed to go slowly, but Quatre pulled him down, and hurt himself in the process. He was deciding if they should go on or not, when he heard a whisper.
"Angel?"
"I... " They gazed at each other, still not moving too much. "I said... I love you." And with that, Quatre moved his hips a little, making Trowa groan.
Trowa's world went upside down. There were tons of things going on in his mind.
He loves you... But you hurt him... He loves you... The fucking steps... He loves you... There are no steps... He loves you... You're not doing this alone, there are two people involved... He loves you... You must do things based on your emotions... He loves you... But we're so different... He loves you... And that's whattersters... He said it... He loves you... And...
"I love you too..." He trembled. "Tell me what you want..."
"I want you to make love to me..." Quatre said with a bright smile.
They started to move together, very slowly at first, gaining speed and strength, gazing at each other all the time, moaning, whimpering, both crying a little. They were touching their bodies completely, no space between them, only sweat, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Quatre was still not totally comfortable, Trowa still didn't find Quatre's prostate. But there were no worries anymore, only a promising future between them.
Trowa came, silently, and reduced his movements to a minimal, while kissing Quatre fiercely. Still buried on him, he adjusted them to a better position, from where he could masturbate Quatre until completion. When they were both sated and tired, Trowa cleaned them, and they spooned together on bed, Trowa's arms around his angel from behind, his head resting against the nape of Quatre's neck. The blonde was snoring a little, completely asleep after such emotional time.
The candles had long since burned out, a few velvety yellow petals were glued to their sweaty bodies, the moonlight playing over their forms. Trowa was grateful for everything that was given to him, especially Quatre. He couldn't ask for more, only to continue to please his lover the best he could. The experience they shared was unforgettable.
Trowa learned that, even with his insecurity and Quatre's inexperience, they went well together. There are no steps. Trowa had thought he had to do all of those steps, in just the right way, but he didn't stop to think that Quatre had a will of his own, and that he could change the course of everything. They have to work together, teaching and learning. Loving each other.
Together.
They slept that night, happier than ever. More nights came, and gradually they grew together, turning their 'making love' into a piece of art. A romantic and exciting music. Exotic. The dance between a clown and an angel. Because that was what they had in common... music.
Owari

Author's Notes:
This is my first lemon. It was supposed to be a PWP, but I believe it didn't go like that... I ended up describing their entire relationship. I'm not completely satisfied with the way I did the characters... I think Quatre is much more certain of what he does and Trowa is more talkative and focused, but... I guess this basic and common description of them was ok for a first try.
What I wanted to show was how a first time can be hard and also very surprising for some people. There are insecure types, like Quatre here, and mechanic ones, like Trowa. In the end, they connect with each other and find out what is to make love... A very old romantic idea for a fic, but ok for my first try at a lemon.
I'd like to thank Angel Dragon, who helped me with this fic. She is a very kind person and she did a lot with this story for me. I'm very grateful.
Mukuro May
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