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Trowa Lin	By : Maureen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Trowa Lin 6

The
ride home had blurred past Quatre, exhaustion claiming him as soon as he had
settled in the saddle. Sandrock's gentle cantering had lulled him in to a light
doze; when the gait slowed to a walk, Quatre opened his eyes to find that they
were almost at the stable entrance. He patted the horse's neck softly, "I'm
glad one of us still has the wits to find the way home."

He
slipped to the ground on slightly unsteady feet, the warm ache radiating through
his body quirked Quatre's lips in a wistful little smile. "Well," he
told Sandrock as he led the horse into the barn, "At least I don't have to
wonder if that really happened." The barn was dark except for a light
shining from the tack room, Quatre was grateful for it as he maneuvered his
horse into the waiting stall and hurriedly removed saddle and bridle. He
returned them to their place in the tack room, and grabbing a soft brush,
returned to Sandrock's stall. He had almost all the sweat marks brushed out of
the softly gleaming coat when a quiet voice spoke up from behind.

"Good.
Duo was getting worried about you."

Quatre
dropped the brush with a start and barely restrained the sudden impulse to jump
out of his skin. "Heero! You scared me!"

"You
scared Duo." The monotone voice offered, an explanation and an excuse
combined. With the light coming from behind him, the dark haired boy's face
remained mostly in shadows. "Rashid," Heero's voice was only slightly
louder as he called, not taking his eyes from Quatre's face. "He's
back."

The
taller man hurried over to stand behind Heero. "You were right," he
clapped the boy on the shoulder, "Leaving to eat dinner was the fastest way
to get him to return." Rashid then looked into the stall, "Master
Quatre!" he began.

Heero
interrupted; he still had not moved his gaze, "Tell Duo I'm waiting for
him." And he turned and left as silently as he had appeared.

"I
think that has to be the longest conversation I've ever had with him,"
Quatre commented as Heero disappeared into the night. "Honestly, he and Duo
are the strangest pair, Duo never shuts up, and� "

"Where
have you been, young man?" Rashid cut Quatre off.

Quatre
was helpless against the drunken grin that spread over his face as he recalled
exactly where he had been, "To Carterhaugh and back."

"I
would ask you what took you so long there, but I think I can guess." Rashid
sighed heavily. "Well, if you're old enough to be engaged, I suppose you're
old enough�" He did not finish, but rather stared intently at Quatre as
the boy finished grooming the horse. "You are not the same child who fled
the stables earlier today."

"How
much could I have changed in just an afternoon?" Quatre gave Sandrock a
final loving pat on the rump before he left the stall. "I'll just get him
some grain and be out of your way. I should not have made you wait up so late,
Rashid." he apologized.

"I'll
finish caring for Sandrock, you've also caused Duo to linger much longer than
usual. He was ready to force Heero out to search for you. Has Sandrock eaten at
all today?"

"He
feasted well on grass." Quatre shrugged, and turned to leave the barn.

"Well,
tomorrow when you go, take some grain."

"Alright,"
Quatre agreed absent-mindedly. He stopped and looked back at Rashid with a
slight frown, "How did you know that I'm going back tomorrow?"

"I
am not so old that I have forgotten what 17 was like, my lad."

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~*~

The
castle was blessedly dark as Quatre slipped in through the great hall and made
his way to his tower room. Quatre did not know if his father was aware of his
son's extended absence, or how the man would feel about it, but all he wanted
now was to reach his chamber in peace. He was eager to sort through the day's
events and put them in some sort of order in his mind. The horrid encounter with
Dorothy in the morning seemed to lie years behind him now, and the afternoon
spent with Trowa � Quatre could feel his cheeks heat as he approached his
door.

He
let himself in quietly, and before he had taken no more than two steps into the
room, he was surrounded by Duo. "Are you all right? I was so worried, it
just kept getting later and later and no one knew where you were. Some people
saw you leaving with Dorothy earlier and I thought she might have done something
strange to you but Rashid said that you left on Sandrock, so I thought that
everything was fine, but you just kept not coming back and not coming back and I
was so worried about you, and�"

"Do
you ever breath, Duo?" Quatre extricated himself from the braided boy's
embrace with a chuckle.

"Well,
you certainly look fine. And definitely much happier than when you left here
this morning." Duo pushed Quatre over to the table, where a plate filled
with cold meats, cheeses, and fruits was waiting.

Quatre's
eyes danced with the shadows and candlelight that filled the room. "I
am." He replied simply before tucking hungrily into the food.

"You
come back in the middle of the night, grinning like the village idiot, and
you're hungry to boot? If I didn't know you any better, Quatre Raberba Winner, I
would swear that you had been out� " Duo paused, and narrowed his eyes at
Quatre. Suddenly, a gigantic grin spread across Duo's face, as he dramatically
swabbed at non-existent tears with the end of his braid. "You left me this
morning a little boy, and returned to me this night as a man! So let's have all
the juicy details! Wait, it wasn't Dorothy, was it? Because if it was, I don't
want to know." Duo finished with a shudder.

Quatre
smiled at the other boy's antics, "If it had been Dorothy, do you think I'd
be eating now?"

Duo
cackled wildly for a moment, "Well, you may have lost your virginity, but
you found a sense of humor! I hope you're going back for seconds!"

"Seconds?"
Quatre mumbled from around a mouthful of cheese. "This will be quite
enough�" Quatre trailed off as he saw the lascivious look on Duo's face
and realized that the other had not been talking about food. He fought to
control the slow fire creeping across his face, and answered, "Yes, and I'm
planning on leaving fairly early in the morning and I want to get some sleep, so
why don't you go now? Heero's waiting."

"Hey,
are you trying to change the subject?" Duo moved over to the plate,
finishing what little Quatre had left as the blonde began to strip down for the
night. Duo turned to say something else, but the comment turned into a low
whistle. "What kind of hellcat did you find?"

Quatre
turned to Duo, puzzled. The braided servant simply steered Quatre over to the
mirror, in an eerie replay of the morning's actions. The visage that greeted
Quatre had nothing in common with the fragile doll he had beheld earlier. His
hair was rumpled wildly, his clear blue eyes glowed with an inner fire, and his
entire face was flushed. He glanced lower, and saw immediately what Duo had
meant. There was a clear bite mark on each of his collarbones, and his neck was
bruised on either side. His nipples were as obviously swollen as his lips and a
light tracery of scratches circled his torso and back. There were also smudges
that looked suspiciously like thumbprints peeking over the top of his trousers,
following the line of his hipbone. Quatre fingered the bite marks with a private
smile as Duo brought his nightshirt over from the bed. He quickly shed his
breeches and boots and turned to take the shirt from Duo.

Duo
was looking at him strangely, his eyes bouncing from the marks on Quatre's hips
to the mirror reflecting the boy's backsides. "Those look like the kind of
bruises that�" He stopped, and stepped forward, his hands splayed wide as
he fit them into the purplish imprints. "Like hand prints," he
breathed softly, as his thumbs brushed Quatre's hipbones and his fingers danced
briefly across the corresponding marks on the swell of Quatre's buttocks.
"Just like when Heero gets a little rough�" He quickly shoved the
nightshirt over Quatre's head and turned away, shaking silently.

Quatre
struggled with the shirt briefly and then turned to see his servant hunched
over, with one arm clutched to his middle, and the other hand clinging to the
wall for support. "Duo? Are you alright Duo?"

Duo
looked up at Quatre, the suppressed laughter forcing tears from his eyes,
"You weren't out sowing oats, boy! You were getting plowed! And pretty damn
well, too, by the look on your face!" He felt nothing malicious in Duo's
teasing, so Quatre smiled broadly as he buried himself beneath the bedcovers;
and the expression remained in place as he gave in to his body's desperate
desire for sleep.

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~*~

"Oi,
sleepyhead! Get your lazy butt out of bed! The birds are singing, the flowers
are blooming, and Dorothy and her slimy retinue went home last night! It's a
beautiful day!" Quatre's bed rolled back and forth like a ship on choppy
water, and when he cracked his eyes to find out why, he was greeted with the
sight of Duo bouncing happily up and down, perched at his side. "Get up now
� the day's a wastin' and you have a date, remember? " The nauseating
motion stopped as Duo rose from the bed and began fussily tending to the room.
"And you ate last night! I can't tell you how happy that makes me! Are you
hungry again? I brought you some breakfast, just a light bit of bread and such,
but I can always go get you more. What kind of clothes do you need for today,
I'll get �"

"Duo,"
Quatre interjected, as he sat up in bed and swiped the lingering bits of sleep
from his eyes. "Tell me, are you under some sort of curse that would cause
you to die if you stopped talking?" He swung out of bed, and over to the
table, where he began to attack the spread of warm bread and sweet jams.

"Yeah,
I know I talk too much. Heero says I only shut up when my mouth's full of food
or," a slight blush dusted Duo's cheeks as he paused dreamily.
"Anyway, never mind what Heero says. Hey, what's this?" Quatre turned
to find Duo holding the discarded shirt from last night in one hand, and the
silver rose in the other. Memories of the rose and the price he'd paid for it
returned to Quatre in a rush, and his own face flushed. "Such a pretty
shade of red, I don't think I've ever seen it's equal." Duo came over to
the table and placed the flower in Quatre's glass of water.

"Red?"
Quatre was torn from his musings.

"Yeah,
red." Duo's further babblings faded as Quatre stared at the rose swaying
softly in the glass. The silver winked and shimmered blindingly in the morning
sun. He extended a finger to touch the velvety petals and the flower dipped
towards him, its tender touch evoking his flesh's memory of Trowa's kisses. He
was filled with a sudden desperate longing to be back in the bower.

Quatre
rose and moved back towards the bed, where Duo met him, appropriate clothing in
hand. "Do you think you could grab some food for me, I'd like to pack a
lunch." Quatre dropped his nightshirt on the bed and reached to take the
fresh breeches from Duo.

Duo
gathered up the breakfast tray and an empty satchel of Quatre's. "I'll fill
this and bring it down to the stables. Your father has requested that you visit
him this morning before leaving."

Quatre
finished dressing in silence after the boy left, his mood set off track by the
thought of meeting with his father. He hated to feel the man's disappointment in
him, and was certain that his absence from the feasting yesterday had been noted
with displeasure. After checking himself in the mirror to make sure that none of
the passion marks showed, Quatre left his room. The echoing stone corridor to
his father's chambers seemed to grow around him as he walked on, by the time he
reached the door, Quatre felt as if he were a small child again, defenseless
against the slightest harsh word from his father. He raised his hand to knock on
the door and found that his fist trembled as it stretched forward.
"No!" Quatre whispered fiercely to himself. "You are a man now,
behave with the dignity of one." He took a deep breath, and rapped firmly.

"Come
in." His father stood before a window over looking the gardens. Lord Winner
turned and smiled warmly at his son. "You look in fine health this morning,
Quatre. I trust you are well rested after yesterday's festivities." He
paused, and Quatre could feel his father's eyes searching for any sign of
nervousness. After finding none, he continued with a slight pleased smile.
"I know you left quite early, but I have not called you here to reprimand
you, quite the contrary. Please," he gestured as he sat in a chair before
the dormant fireplace, "Sit, and talk with your aged father a few
minutes." Quatre settled himself in the chair facing the older man,
consciously maintaining a firm posture. "My son, I want you to know that I
am proud of you. I am well aware of your feelings for Lady Dorothy; you have
shown true nobility by agreeing to wed her despite them. You have matured into a
much finer man than I had any rights to hope for� I made so many mistakes
along the way. Another man might have understood you better, and allowed you to
grow at your own pace. I'm afraid I tried to hard to force you into
becoming�" Lord Winner rubbed his mouth and sighed deeply before
continuing. "You have become a truly worthy heir despite all my failings as
a father."

"Do
not say such things about yourself, Father! I know I was a difficult child and
I�"

"One
of your finest qualities, Quatre � your desire to see all those around you
happy, even at your own expense." Lord Winner smiled ruefully. "And
one I never would have thought to train into you. Be all that as it may � it
is past and I cannot change it now, no matter how I wish to. However, I can
perhaps grant you a final gift. As of now, you are officially done with all your
lessons and excused from most of your duties for the rest of the summer � take
the remaining time before your marriage to enjoy your life and lands. Make
enough happy memories now to see you through the years to come. You'll come to
find that there's a certain strength in the golden moments of the past."
The man's eyes held a far off look. Quatre found strange beauty in his father's
wistful face.

"You
miss my mother, don't you?"

"Yes,
she may have been the last of my wives, but she was the best of them. If
someday, Quatre, you are able to feel a fraction of the joy and love your mother
gave to me, you will be the happiest man to walk this fair land." Lord
Winner eyes shimmered and Quatre felt hot tears tickling his own eyes in
response. "Go now and leave this maudlin man to his memories."

Quatre
started to leave the room, but impulsively returned to his father's side and
knelt beside the man, "Thank you, Father." Quatre threw his arms
around Lord Winner's neck. "I love you," he whispered softly, and was
almost crushed in his father's suddenly tight embrace. It was the first time the
two had ever held each other in such a manner; both were shocked by the fierce
intensity of the love that flowed between them. After a few minutes, the men
silent disengaged, and as Quatre left the room, he knew that the memory of this
moment, of his father's love, would help sustain him through any future trouble
he faced.
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