My Brother\'s Keeper
My Brother's Keepre
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Welcome
ladies, gentlemen, and beings of indeterminate gender! It is I, V-chan…
[Out of nowhere,
a purple kitsune appears] yes\"> Murasaki: …And Murasaki too!
[She’s followed by a tall neko-jin]
to present you with this fun little Gundam Wing lemon…
Both: [Murasaki and Chaine face vault]
Yes,yes\"> it is. In fact, it will be the very first lemon I’ve ever
written. Several of my friends have already seen it, and they ‘kinda’ liked it.
Chaine: yes\"> But it isn’t one THOSE fics, is it?
Actually,
it is.
Murasaki:[Her eyes lit up with lustful
delight] Oooh… now that’s the kind of citrus I like!
Chaine: [With a disgusted look on his face]
Now,
will you two leave so I can finish the intro?
Both: Okay! [They vanish in puffs of smoke.]
Ah,
that’s better. Now, where was I…Oh yeah, the disclaimers…[Makes Chaine
reappear.] Chaine-kun, would you be
so kind as to warn the good people reading this about any bad stuff.
Chaine: [gets huffy] Okay…[Under his
breathe.] But only because you’ll write
me into one if I don’t:
*Ahem!* Yaoi,
LEMON!, 4x3. The fic really doesn’t
have a plot, but then again, few lemons do...
V doesn’t own Gundam Wing or it’s characters, but she does own the quasi-plot
to this fic. If any of this bothers you…just don’t read any further.
Thank you, Chaine. You leavleave.
[With a huff, he vanishes in yet another puff of smoke.]
And now, without further ado, allow me to present:
MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
Trowa lay on his stomach,
eyes half-closed in bliss as the hands; those petite, angelic hands, smoothed
and pushed against his back. Every stroke was tender, soothing. He rolled over
and reached up suddenly, running his fingers through his lover’s silky blonde
hair. Gently, he pulled his little angel closer, leaning forward. Their lips
were barely touching as they pressed against each other. Then…
“Trowa! Wake up!”
With an unhappy grunt, he yanked
the covers over his head. “Just give me fifteen more minutes, sis.”
“No can do, sleepyhead.”
Catherine called back. “You’ve got to help set up for the performance tonight,
remember?”
“But the guys won’t mind if
I’m just a little late.”
“Trowa …” A threat rumbled
in her voice.
He knew better than to push
his luck with her at the moment. With a defeated sigh, Trowa sat up and pulled
on a pair of pants. Looking down at the band on his finger, the boy smiled
warmly then looked over at the picture on his nightstand. He reached over and
took it in hand, cradling it in his palm. “Does Rashid ever give you this hard
of a time in the mornings?” Slowly, the youth laid back, balancing the picture
frame on his stomach. “I miss waking up beside you, little one.”
“Hurry up! You’re breakfast
is getting cold.”
“Okay…” Trowa sat back up,
letting the frame fall onto the bed. Pulling on a shirt, he walked out of his
room and into the kitchen.
~*~*~*~
Putting
the last of the dishes in the drainer, Catherine walked into Trowa’s room to
make the bed and get any dirty clothes. As she grasped the blankets, a small
glimmer caught her eye. She picked up the shiny object to get a closer look at
it.
It
was a gold-plated picture frame, the kind one buys at Wal-mart, which held the
photo of what looked like a smiling, blonde haired girl. ‘She’ was wearing a
bulky green sweater and had a quilt draped across ‘her’ shoulders and over
‘her’ lap. There was an endearingly surprised look in those caring, sky-blue
eyes.
‘Awah…How
sweet!” Catherine couldn’t resist smiling. ‘My little Trowa has got himself a
girlfriend.’ She giggled. ‘He’s always so quiet and shy around people that I
was beginning to wonder whether he’d met someone at all!’ Glancing at it again,
there was a nagging feeling she had seen that face somewhere before. Her brow
furrowed. “If I didn’t know any better,” she said aloud to herself. “I would
swear this was that Winner boy…” Shaking her head, she laughed at the thought.
“That’s ridiculous! My brother would never be in that kind of relationship
another guy.”
~*~*~*~
Trowa
washed the sweat and garish makeup off his face, thinking about what he had
seen. Stepping out into the spotlight, he could have swore that he caught a
glimpse of Quatre sitting up in the front row alone, smiling at h‘May‘Maybe it
was just my imagination.’ He swiped away a streak of white. ‘Rashid rarely ever
lets him go somewhere alone. Unless …’ Quickly, the Latino boy dried off his
face and started toward his bedroom.
“Hey
Trowa,” Catherine stopped him halfway. “Julia and a couple of friends of ours
are going out tonight. You want to tag along?”
“That’s
okay.” His expression remained neutral as he spoke. “I was…expecting someone to
come by later tonight.”
“Oh,
I see.” She grinned knowingly. “So, when do I get to met them?”
“…!”
Trowa blinked in surprise.
“Now
don’t you give me that look, Trowa. You knew better than to keep secrets from
your big sister. I’ve already seen the picture you have beside your bed.”
He
nearly fainted. “Listen, I can explain everything...” Came the panicked murmur.
Catherine
giggled quietly. “Don’t worry about it. I was just want to see if she was the
right kind of girl for you, that’s all.”
“Ummmm…Cathy,
faltered slightly. “I’m…I’m seeing Qua…”
“I
get it now!” She smiled in amusement. “I was wondering why she looked so
familiar. You’re seeing one of Quatre’s sisters, aren’t you?”
“Not
exactly.”
“Who
is she then?”
He let
out a long sigh and looked her dead in the eye. “Sis, there’s something very
important I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Taking a deep breath, he tried to
think of a way to break the news to Catherine gently.
Unexpectedly,
she put a hand on his shoulder, breaking his train of thought. “It’s okay,
Trowa. You don’t have to explain yourself.” Hugging him, she headed for the
door and called back over her shoulder.
“Just promise me you won’t do anything stupid tonight, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Was all he could manage as he saw her out the door.
~*~*~*~
It
was a hot, sultry night as Quatre stole past the darken tents and deserted
stands. The air was heavy with the scent of popcorn, cotton candy, and moist
sawdust. Walking by the lions’ cage, they watched him with smoldering eyes that
gleamed from behind mask-like faces. He stopped, gazing in the lion’s eyes, the
very same green eyes that had often haunted his dreams and fantasies. Those
very emerald eyes which shone back at him from a young man who stood in the blazing
spotlights.
~*~*~*~
The
water poured through his hair, flowing down his skin. Trowa sighed as the water
rinsed away the day’s worth of grim. Today had been a long one, and he had a
bad feeling that tomorrow was going to be much, much worse. Sooner or later, he
would have to tell Catherine about Quatre, but he was too afraid to. Closing
his eyes, Trowa tried to soothe his worried mind with thoughts of his darling
koi.
A
sudden knock at the door brought him back to reality.
“Just
a second!” He called out, rushing out of the shower. Hastily, he pulled on a
pair of pants and a shirt, then went to answer the door.
“Good
evening, Trowa.” Quatre looked up at the dark-haired boy sheepishly, noticing
that he was soaking wet. “I’m sorry to drop in on you like this.”
“It’s
okay.” A wisp of a smile crossed his lips as he let the smaller boy inside. He
eased the door closed and locked it. “Just make yourself at home. I’ll get you
something to drink.”
“Thank
you very much.” Quatre cooed, sitting on the couch.
Taking
a couple of bottles from theidiniding place in the fridge, Trowa walked back
into the living room. Handing one to him, he curled up beside his koi. They sat
there, drinking together silence. It would have been perfect for the silent boy
except for his fear of Catherine walking in on them… He buried his face into
Quatre’s shoulder.
“What’s
wrong, kitten?”
“It’s
nothing.”
A
pair of soft blue eyes gazed into his own. “Don’t lie to me, Trowa. Something’s
bothering you so tell me what it is.”
Sighing
softly, he wrappes ars arms around the other boy’s waist and pulled him closer.
“You know me too well, little one.”
“Now,”
He leaned back against the taller boy. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s…it’s
just been a rough day.”
“Is
that why you’re so tense?”
“Yeah.”
There
was a pause, then Quatre grinned mischievously. “Would you like me to rub you
back?”
“Mmmmm…”
Trowa purred, thinking the suggestion over. “That would be nice.” He scooted
over, turning so that he had his back to him.
Quatre
slide a hand under the clinging wet cotton, slowly moving across the moist skin
that stretched over the firm muscles. “Hmm…” He stood up and gently took Trowa
by the hand. “This would be easier if you laid down flat.”
“Alright.”
Like a lamb, he let the blonde lead him in the bedroom. Grasping the back of
the shirt, he pulled it off in one easy motion, then took off his pants and
stretched out on the bed. Trowa closed his eyes as he felt Quatre set down
beside, sighing as those lovely hands began to move across his back. Moaning
quietly, he savored the delicious sensation creeping through his flesh as the
hands worked their way down to his waist.
Leisurely,
the smaller boy slided his hand across Trowa’s hips and in between his legs,
causing hoverover to gasp in delight. He smiled and nuzzled heck,eck, breathing
the warm scent of his skin.
Rolling
over, Trowa pulled Quatre down on top of him in a sudden, deep kiss. When they
broke off, the Latino grinned and huskily whispered, “I’ve been waiting for
that all day.”
“Really?”
The blonde asked faintly, running his fingers through his lover’s long dark
hair. “Just today?”
“Yes…”
Trowa leaned in until his lips barely brushed the Arab’s. “Just like I do every
day we’re apart.” Lightly pressing his mouth to Quatre’s, his tongue delicately
traced the shape of those yielding lips before sliding deeper into the lusting
mouth. Unhurried, he began unbuttoning his shirt, running his rough, calloused
hand across the velvet soft skin.
He
groaned, pressing Trowa against him as the shirt fell off his shoulders and
onto the bed.
Trailing
hard, moist kisses down his neck and across collarbone, Trowa rolled the boy
onto his back. With a torturous ease, he ran his hand down the soft, taut skin
of his koi’s abdomen, working his way toward the swollen bulge. He stroked it
slowly, enjoying the excited reactions his touch caused before he unbuttoned
his pants and pulling them off.
Their
bodies twisted so that they were now spooning alongside each other, Quatre
laying up against Trowa’s back.
Gently
slipping his fingers inside of the slender young man, getting him ready before
plunging into him.
Trowa
cried out in both pleasure and pain, matching him stroke for stroke as they spiraled
into orgasmic ecstasy. Finally, their
bodies spent and all needs satisfied, they lay in each other’s arms with heads
still swimming from pleasure.
Cuddling
against Trowa, Quatre softly nuzzled his neck. “I love you.” He sighed,
drifting off to sleep.
He
smiled and turned slightly, tenderly kissing his forehead before he joined his
little angel in slumber.
~*~*~*~
The
faint click of a key in the lock broke the tomb like silence. Carefully stepping
inside, Catherinsed sed the door closed and made her way through the living
room. She noticed two half-finished beers on the table. Glancing toward her
brother’s room, she saw that it was crack open slightly. Curious, she went to
the door and looked inside.
There,
in the dim light, she could see the clothes scattered across the floor and the
outlines of Trowa and another person curled up beside him in the bed. The
stranger’s back was to her, making it impossible to tell whether or not the
person was male or female. The only thing Catherine was sure of was that she/he
was a blonde, and that’s all she wanted to know.
‘That
must be the girl in the picture.’ She concluded. ‘Maybe Trowa will introduce
her to me in the morning.’ Yawning
quietly, she closed the door then went to bed.
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