A Holiday Fic

Title: A Holiday Fic Part III

Author: Aislira

Pairings: 4x1 (yaoi) (figure I should let you guys in on the secret since it's the third 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/aislirafics.html...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: No. I do not own this wonderful anime. I will not make any money off of this. *sniffles* Please stop reminding me! It hurts my fragile feelings, and I certainly can't afford the psychiatrist bills…

Dedication: Yay! At the posting of this I have gotten THREE reviews! Sankyuu!! So here's to you Yokaze and Misangi! And to the review I somehow in my baka-ness overlooked: Duo Maxwell...hey, wait! Man, I'm going up in life...to think, Duo Maxwell read my little fic! Any how, I 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 second continuation of 'A Holiday Fic.' I had no freakin' idea it was this long, so I split the second part into two parts. Quatre and Heero get even friendlier, Quatre still has doubts, and then…guess... 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-

~ ~ ~ (Last time) ~ ~ ~

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.

~ ~ ~ (Now time) ~ ~ ~

Quatre didn't know how long he walked, head bowed, hands in his pockets, thoughts racing. He did know that when he returned the sun was just peeking over the horizon, and he was cold. Very cold. He entered the cabin and stomped the snow off his boots. He placed his coat on the stand, and moved into the living room. He immediately went to the fireplace and began clearing it out, and laying out the beginnings of a new fire. "By Allah, it's easy to forget how cold Earth can get. I think next time I have to take a vacation, maybe I'll try someplace warmer..." he fumbled for the box of matches on the mantel, only now noticing how his fingers were a nasty shade of purple, "Huh, think I was out there longer than I thought." He bent down strustruck the match, lighting the tinder, and getting the fire started.

"Why did you go, Quatre?"

Quatre spun, only now seeing the large shadow in the armchair. Heero stood and approached the Arabian, something in his eyes cold, and...Quatre looked a little deeper, perhaps hurt. Quatre sighed and dropped onto the couch, already starting to heat up from seeing Heero, and the warmth spreading from the fireplace. He patted the cushion next to him, and watched as Heero obediently sat and stared down at his hands.

The Arabian marveled, in all the time he had known Heero, he had never seen such a vulnerable gesture.

/I bet Duo has./

Quatre's brows knit in confusion, "I thought I got rid of you?"

Heero looked up quickly, his eyes widening, a look of shock hor horror, and yes, pain, sitting naked in his cobalt blue eyes. Quatre took his hand and rapidly reassured, "Not you, Heero, my mind."

The shock and horror disappeared to be replaced with confusion and faint amusement. Quatre couldn't help himself, and laughed, "Has anyone ever told you, you're cute when you're confused? Anyway, I think I told you earlier that Aalyah almost physically forced me on this vacation. Um, she said I was working too hard. This I guess is one of the side effects. I tend to talk to myself. It started after Wufei...well, after Wufei let me go."

"What happened?" The question wasn't asked out of any wish to cause Quatre pain, but out of a genuine concern.

Quatre sighed and rested his head against Heero's shoulder, "Almost the same thing as with you and Duo, I think. He told me he loved me, and always would, but I didn't love him, and never would. At least, not in the way he deserved. So, he left, and, um, you were still with Duo, so I just kind of buried myself in work. I looked up and it was a year later, and I was exhausted. I had lost a lot of weight, and found myself talking to no one. Then my sister shuffled me off here. Told me if I didn't rest and do nothing for the next two weeks she'd lock me in my room without anything besides a ping-pong table and ball, but no paddles. I chose the cabin."

"Aa. Why did you leave?"

Quatre shook his head, /Like g wig with a bone./

/Your bone,/ his mental voice laughed.

"Grr. Just ignore the mental voice, Heero. Um, I left because I needed to sort some things out. Why are you here, Heero? Why did you seek me out? Just what is it I can give you that Duo can't? Why?"

It was Heero's turn to shake his head at Quatre's command, and then answered his questions systematically, "I'm here because I want to be. Because I wanted to see you. A quiet joy in life and yourself. And I don't know, but I want to find out."

"And then you'll leave?" Quatre couldn't help the question, couldn't help the forlorn tone that colored his voice. He needed to know, needed to hear from Heero's lips that this wasn't just some fling.

"Iie," the fierceness in that one word startled Quatre so much, he sat up and looked into Heero's eyes. The Japanese boy cradled his face in his hands, preventing him from moving, even if he had wanted to, "No, Quatre, I won't leave unless you want me to. Do you want me to?"

Quatre shook his head as much as he could, and went to say something, but was stopped by Heero's lips on his. He pulled back before Quatre had a chance to return the kiss, and Heero began speaking again, "I've never been good with words. I never had to be. At first it was my training, never use fifteen words when two would do. Then Duo always seemed to have more than enough for both of us. Now, when I need them, I can't...I don't know how to prove to you...how to tell you."

/Get ready for the big lie!/ Quatre's mind inserted, as forlorn as Quatre himself.

Tears gathered at the corners of Quatre's eyes at the thought that Heero might just be toying with him. As if unable to bear that tender blue gaze anymore, Quatre closed his eyes.

Heero frowned. /Were those tears?/ He looked closer at Quatre's body language. Body tense, eyes closed, bcreacreased as if in pain, and yes, tears just beginning to slip past eyelids to catch on golden lashes. /How do I make him understand? I do love Duo, but it's him I want to live the rest of my life with./

Then his own advice came back to bite him, and Heero smiled just a little, "Quatre, look at me."

Quatre could no more ignore the quiet command than he could turn auburn and call himself Trowa's bang incarnate. His eyes opened and he gasped at the sheer warmth radiating from Heero's eyes. He could only reflect that Duo was one lucky man. Heero's next words confirmed it, "I love Duo. I always will. I never told him , th, though, I've never told anyone. In my life those words were never lightly said, never freely given. Duo understood that, and never pressed me. It must have been different for you, being raised with an actual family, and one that cared for you a great deal. I think that's why Duo and I got together. We understood each other, and were willing to help each other learn how to really live. I didn't want to come to you as the soldier, or as somebody struggling to find his place in a world of peace. Just as Duo didn't want to go to the one he loved like he was. We wanted to approach them as full human beings. At least as full as we can be. We wanted to be partners. But then the one Duo loved disappeared, and my star gravitated to another star, and so we stayed together, comforted each other. By the time my star drifted away I was set into the relationship with Duo. I am not a who who likes change, Quatre, and I didn't want to risk being hurt if you rejected me. Duo knew it was time though, and literally shoved me out the door."

Quatre's eyes widened further and further during the relatively long speech. Heero had just answered so many questions, questions Quatre didn't even know he'd had. "W-What does this mean for us? Is there an us?"

Heero sighed and dropped his hands, "I want there to be, Quatre. But I've never been in a realatilationship before. Duo and I were more what he called FTFs."

Quatre arched an eyebrow, "FTFs...?"

"Friends that fuck."

"Oh. Well, if it's any comfort, my one relationship was with Wufei, and even then I didn't spend a lot of quality time with him. In all fairness to Wufei it was only because I didn't want to come home and be disappointed it wasn't you. It wasn't dishonest and unfair to Wufei, and he left me."

Heero tugged Quatre closer and enveloped him in a fierce hug, "Then I guess we take this one step at a time. And I want to start it as partners. Quatre, would...would you take me?"

Quatre flushed, take Heero, strong, masculine Hee The The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He had never taken the dominant position in his and Wufei's relationship, and hadn't minded much. Wufei had always kept him physically satisfied. He had always wondered what it was like though; to sink his hard cock into the velvet depths of an ass. It looked like he was getting the chance to find out, "Yes, oh yes, Heero."

Time passed slower than normal it seemed on the way to the bedroom. Soft kisses were exchanged along the way, and sweet words were breathed out as Quatre lowered Heero to the bed. He left Heero there just for a moment to quickly strip himself of his boots and clothing. He stood still and stared down at Heero, golden skin stretched tight over firm muscles. Messy chocolate brown hair falling into deep blue eyes. Beautiful cock hard and aching just for him. Quatre's breath caught in his chest, and his heart ached with wanting. Heero Yuy, beloved Heero, now his Heero, Quatre could hardly believe it.

Heero levered himself onto one elbow and held out his hand, "Quatre."

Quatre nodded and took the extended hand. He covered the other boy with his body, and they both groaned as their erections rubbed together. They kissed fiercely, their passion for each other caught up in the motion of lips against lips, tongue dueling, sliding, twining with tongue, teeth nipping, but never harshly, never enough to draw blood.

Eventually Quatre led his kisses lower, paying special attention to the pulse that throbbed, fast and erratic, against his lips. He nipped at Heero's collarbone, delighting in the little gasps and whimpers that escaped Heero's luscious lips. He moved down, taking time to appreciate the tanned and golden skin available for his pleasure.

He lingered on Heero's nipples, wetting them before pulling back just a little and blowing streams of cool air over the hardened nubs. Heero twisted, and buried his hands in Quatre's silky hair, trying to keep him there just a little longer, "Ah, Quatre, my beautiful prince."

Quatre arched an eyebrow at Heero, "Prince?"

Heero tried to glare sternly, but ended up smiling, "Yes."

Quatre, estranged heir to a business empire, mentally shrugged and went back to torturing Heero with pleasure. He drank in the heady, musky taste of Heero's skin. Tasting the sweat that had just began to spring up from the heat their activities were giving off, smelling the musk of Heero's pheromones, seeing the proof of Heero's desire in the hard length that stood straight at attention, heard the soft groans as Quatre breathed on said erection, and bypassed Heero's hard cock, to finally touch the velvety skin of Heero's entrance with his tongue.

Heero's breath hitched, /He's not going to...Gods, he is.../

Quatre's tongue flickered out, teasing the ring of flesh, watching amusedly as it contracted away from the contact. He looked up into Heero's startled, but still lust-filled eyes and smirked, /So, Duo's never done this to him, huh...wonder why not?/

He licked carefully around the puckered flesh, before stabbing in, wetting the walls with his saliva, and smiling at Heero's strangled scream of pleasure. He rimmed Heero for a few minutes more, until he felt Heero's body tense. Only then did he pull back, and crawl up to eye-level. He kissed Heero until they were both breathless, and then pulled back to stare deeply into the darkened cobalt eyes, "This is your last chance, Heero, are you sure?"

The smile that graced Heero's lips calmed any fears Quatre may have had, "Yes, Quatre, you are my partner. I want to share everything with you."

"Have eve ever done this before?" Quatre knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know.

Heero nodded, "A few times. Duo preferred being bottom, so we didn't switch off very often."

/His loss,/ Quatre's inner voice muttered.

"Be nice, though I think you're right."

He heard Heero sigh, and felt the bottle of lotion pressed into his hand. He looked down at Heero and saw a small smile and a tolerant look in the dark blue eyes, "Much as I find your conversations with yourself fascinating, would it be too much trouble for you to fuck me now?"

Quatre blushed beet red, "-Sumimasen-, Heero. Of course not." He quickly squeezed some onto his fingers, and slid them into Heero. The Japanese boy moaned in pain and pleasure. He liked it like this, rough and fast. The few times Duo had topped him, it was as if the braided boy was afraid he was going to break Heero, and Heero was always left feeling as if there was more. But Quatre instinctively knew what he liked, and did it. Quatre heard the moan and tried to withdraw his fingers, apologizing profusely.

Heero slammed down on Quatre's fingers, panting out, "Don't, Quatre. I want it like this. Hard. Fast. Deep. Please, Quatre!"

The Arabian boy looked into his heart and knew it was the truth. He nodded and continued finger-fucking Heero, ramming his fingers deep into the Japanese boy, every so often grazing Heero's prostate. Never enough to satisfy Heero, but enough to let the boy taste the pleasure to come.

Finally he slicked up his own cock and quickly slammed into Heero. But only when Heero's head was thrashing on the pillow, and the smell of sweat and sex permeated the room. When Quatre swore that if Heero made one more of those maddeningly desirable little noises he'd explode. Only when Heero's eyes met his and begged him to finish it. Only then did Quatre allow himself the supreme pleasure of thrusting into the other boy.

Tight, slick, hot. Heero gripped his cock in all the right places. Once Quatre could go no farther, he paused, reveling in the feeling of being inside another boy. Too soon Heero squeezed his muscles around Quatre, "Move, Quatre. I won't break!"

Quatre gritted his teeth, if that was how Heero wanted it, that's how he would get it. He withdrew until only the tip was in, and slammed in as hard as he could. He moaned at the mouth-watering friction of Heero's near virgin ass against the sensitive skin of his cock.

Heero screamed as the full force of Quatre's thrust hit his prostate, making him see nothing but white for a few long seconds. And it only got better from there. Each time Quatre withdrew, he rammed himself in faster, harder, and deeper than before. Heero was crying out constantly, and clung to Quatre's shoulders, holding on deardear life. His cock was trapped between their two bodies, rubbing against the two muscled abdomens.

Quatre wasn't in much better shape. The feeling of being inside Heero was one that defied description for him. It was somewhere between Heaven and eating mint chocolate chip ice cream on a hot summer day. With each in and out motion of his hips Heero's inner walls squeezed him in all the right places. He knew he couldn't last. The combination of sounds and sights and feelings had him hovering perilously close to the edge. Only his will to see Heero come first, saved him from falling over into orgasm.


With a supreme effort, Quatre curled a hand around Heero's erection, and stroked in time with his motions. All it took was two strokes and Heero was gone, his back arching dangerously, and a scream ripping from his throat.

Heero's body became impossibly tight and Quatre could manage only a few more desperate thrusts before his own orgasm was pulled from his body. He stiffened and felt an ecstatic yell bubble up from his chest, and yelled his pleasure to the silent house.

It seemed as though all the energy Quatre had was drained from him in that instant, and he laid on top of Heero, trying to regain any semblance of thought. Heero seemed to have other plans, because he rolled Quatre to the side, "You're heavy."

Quatre smiled, a satisfied smile of a content lover, "And you're perfect."

Heero shook his head and gently kissed the other boy, "No. You're the perfect one. Perfect for me. (1)"

/Corny,/ Quatre's mental voice said.

/Shut up,/ Quatre responded amicably. He curled around Heero and closed his eyes. Just before he heard the rhythmic breathing that would indicate Heero had fallen asleep, Heero whispered, "-Ai shiteru...wagahoshi.- (2)"

Quatre smiled softly as he heard his inner voice grumbled happily, /I'm off then. There's a certain green-eyed acrobat that I need to be seeing. 'Til later./ Quatre's arm lightly stroked Heero's back, and he watched the snow fall softly out the cabin's window, /Happy holidays, Duo. Thank you for doing what I couldn't. And good luck./ His eyes closed again as he yawned, and he joined his lover in the heavy arms of sleep.

~Owari~

(1) I am so sorry for this, but damn it, it IS a sappy fic, and it begged so nicely for me to use it...

(2) '-Ai shiteru...wagahoshi.- Urk, um, roughly means I love you...my star.