Our Secret

Our Secret

The five of them walked into the bar as if they owned it. Which they did. Not literally of course, but as far as their presence goes, yeah, they owned this place. Everyone's eyes followed them as they made their way to the usual table, or they followed at least one of them. Most of the eyes rested on the one with the braid, simply because he was confident and beautiful and commanded attention. In fact it was hard to take your eyes off of him, especially if you were one of the many spectators having trouble deciding which of the preventers to watch.

But even as most of the men in the gay club watched Duo with his tight leather pants and his skintight shirt that left nothing to the imagination, the other four had their fair share of admirers. Everyone here knew who they were, and that they were here to party. Well, four of them at least. Heero wasn't there to party; he was there to drink, as he was every time they came out. He always sat and quietly sipped on his beer, conversing only with his friends. Anyone else who was stupid enough to interrupt said drinking quickly found themselves on the receiving end of a death glare.

The group sat down quickly, and almost immediately a waiter clad only in tight black pants approached with Heero's favorite brand of beer in his hand. He set it down in front of Heero who picked it up with a grunt and not so much as an upward glance for the boy. It was the same every weekend. The same waiter had been serving them for months every time they came to this bar after long weeks away, and when they wanted to let loose between missions. Ever since he first set eyes on Heero, he had been trying to get in his pants, with no luck.

"Drinks for anyone else?" he asked his voice simply a husky whisper. His eyes never strayed from Heero even though he was addressing the rest of the party. The rest of the group managed to hold back their chuckles but couldn't contain amused looks as the waiter's look of pure adoration turned to pure annoyance as they began to rattle off their orders. He walked away in a huff leaving Heero's friends to let loose their laughter at his expense. Heero finally looked up then and fixed Duo with a death-glare since he was now laughing so hard he was snorting.

"What?" Duo asked as his laughter died down. "You know what." Heero answered in his usual clipped way. "Yuy, answer this one question for me." Wufei said deciding to also agitate Heero. It seemed all of them gained some sort of sadistic joy out of it, like poking the bear at the zoo with a stick just to watch it roar. "Why don't you pay that guy any attention? He's not ugly that's for sure, and you could stand to get laid, it might loosen you up a little."

The group around the table erupted into laughter at Wufei's question. Heero growled in response, but nonetheless answered, "He's not my type." choosing to ignore the comment about needing to get laid. "Well then I wish he would pay that much attention to me." Trowa piped up causing everyone to turn and give him incredulous stares. "What, I do." he answered in response which was followed quickly by laughter from both Quatre and Duo. Wufei would have joined in also, but he was too focused on getting Heero wound up.

"So then you're not denying that you need to get laid, Heero?" Wufei asked once again settling into teasing his friend. Whatever response Heero would have given was cut off by the return of the waiter. As he set the drinks down in front of the appropriate patron he purred to Heero, "Want another beer Heero?" letting his name slip off his tongue like velvet. Heero looked down at the bottle to see that he had indeed drank it all while talking to his friends. He offered a curt nod to the waiter and he scurried off to get the requested drink.

Duo picked up his Jager-bomb and downed it quickly. "Well, as much fun as I'm having harassing Heero about his sex-life, I think it's time to go jump-start my own." he said sauntering his way away from the table and toward the dance floor. The remaining four watched as he instantly started grinding to the beat with anyone who was in close proximity to him, that's why this was their regular table. It was in the first row of tables on the incline that lead away from the dance floor, and provided the best view of the entire floor in the whole bar.

Wufei was about to start up with Heero again as the sexy waiter once again reappeared with Heero's beer. "Anything else Heero?" he purred suggestively. Heero shook his head no, but before he could walk away Trowa spoke up again. "I need something." he said quietly. The waiter turned to him, annoyance once again playing on his features, but it melted away when he noticed the lustful look he was receiving from the green-eyed man. "Yes?" he asked, and Trowa was pleased to note he was still purring.

"I need another whiskey-sour, and to know what time you're getting off tonight." Trowa told him letting his eyes roam freely over his half-naked form. The waiter took the glass and turned before pausing and looking over his shoulder to reply “I leave work at 3:00, but I hope to be getting off not long after." and with a wink he began walking back toward the bar. "I wonder if he's just using you to make Heero jealous?" Quatre asked with a smirk. "If he is, then I'll have to make sure he knows he can use me anytime." Trowa said with a smirk of his own.

Wufei finally picked up and downed his shot of Vodka, then stood abruptly. "Well I, like Duo, came here to get laid tonight, and it's not gonna happen if I keep sitting here with the three of you." he finished in a condescending tone and looked down his nose at them, but all three of them knew it was all in fun. After he walked away Quatre commented, "As short as it was, his fling with Duo really did Wufei some good." "You're right; he's so much more open now." Trowa agreed. "You're happy because Duo made him a sex addict?" Heero questioned, thanking the higher powers he had managed to escape further ribbing about his sex life. That was a conversation he was definitely not ready to enter into with his friends. Trowa was about to respond, but decided to wait since he noticed the waiter was returning once again with his drink.

As he approached Trowa locked his gaze on him and it never faltered as he responded "Its fun being a sex addict, you should try it some time Heero." Both Quatre and the waiter giggled as he set down Trowa's drink and turned to head back to the bar. Even though the waiter didn't respond he did add a little extra sway to his hips as he walked, a sight Trowa's hungry eyes devoured. Quatre giggled again at Trowa's forwardness. "Speaking of being more open..." he said nudging Trowa with his elbow. Trowa merely smirked and took a sip of his drink.

Quatre drained the rest of his rum and coke before standing as well. "Hitting the floor already Quatre?" Trowa asked. "Yeah, Duo and Wufei look like they're having fun; it makes me want to dance." Both Heero and Trowa watched as Quatre made his way to the floor. Quatre was always gorgeous, but tonight he was a vision. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt that brought out the color of his eyes, which was tucked into a rather tight pair of jeans. Quatre never wore jeans, and now Heero and Trowa knew why, it was impossible to take your eyes off his ass when he had them on. "Quatre should wear jeans more often." Trowa commented dryly continuing to sip his drink.

Heero grunted in response hoping his jealousy at Trowa's comment wasn't obvious. "Look at the way everyone's staring at him." the man continued unaware of Heero's discomfort. Everyone else in the bar was in fact looking at Quatre as he walked by, and when he finally reached the floor he was immediately assimilated into the sea of gyrating bodies. Heero's intense gaze narrowed as he noticed several of the dancing bodies had their hands all over Quatre already. Usually it took a little longer for them to start pawing him, for them to see what a good dancer he was and to realize it would probably translate into being good in the sack.

But not tonight. Tonight they were drawn to him like flies to light, approaching him with the sort of abandon they usually reserved for Duo. It must be the jeans Heero thought. He truly was gorgeous tonight. Heero watched as one of the guys wrapped his arm around Quatre's waist and pulled him back against him. Quatre never faltered, just continued dancing enjoying the attention. He was smiling widely and appeared to be enjoying himself. It made Heero's blood boil. The nameless figure grew bolder and put his other hand on the blonde's hip and began guiding his movements so that Quatre's butt and his crotch never parted.

Heero clinched his teeth as he watched Quatre lean his head back and rest it on the guy's shoulder. The dancing preventer had his eyes closed and his mouth open with a look of pure bliss on his face. "Damn, Quatre's a good dancer." Trowa commented pulling Heero's focus back to the table. He glanced over and watched Trowa polish off the rest of his drink. "I think I'm going to go waste time until 3:00." Trowa said getting up and following the path his other friends had taken earlier. Heero sighed and looked down at his beer, it was already empty again, and Quatre was affecting him more than usual tonight. He lifted the empty bottle and used it to signal to the waiter he wanted another one.

His drink was brought to him quickly, and he was pleased to note that there was no conversation exchanged between them this time. He would have to remember to thank Trowa later on, but for now he was grateful to be alone. Now he could settle in and enjoy the real reason he came to this club every weekend, to watch Quatre. Heero's eyes quickly scanned the floor again for the blonde. He had traded partners and Heero was happy this guy was a little less forward. They were dancing face to face and Quatre was still grinning, but Heero noticed the thin sheen of sweat that covered his face.

During the next song, Quatre's partner grew bored and reached around to grab the slender man’s ass. He used the hold to pull him closer and grind their hips together; at least Heero hoped it was just their hips and not a pair of erections. They continued to grind wildly throughout the song, but as the last notes faded and the next song began they slowed the pace to match the song. The beat may have been slow but the song was far from romantic, so the two on the floor were content to pulse with each other slowly and sensually. Heero's hand tightened on the neck of the beer in anger, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene.

When that song too came to a close Heero watched horrified as the guy leaned in and kissed Quatre. To his credit, Quatre didn't let the kiss last long, before he playfully pushed him away. The poor boy barely had time to pout before Quatre was ditching him and moving on to another partner. Usually this would have made Heero ecstatic, but not now. This time Quatre's choice of partner only served to irritate him further, since it was Duo. Even Heero could admit that they were beautiful together, but it still didn't help cool his temper.

Duo and Quatre had been sharing at least one dance every time they went out for the past few weeks. The first time Heero almost came out of his chair, almost, but he wasn't the perfect soldier because of his lack of self control. Now he was slightly more tolerable of the sight after he was assured that they were just friends, but only slightly. Quatre leaned in and whispered something in Duo's ear and Duo laughed, Heero assumed Quatre was telling him about the guy who kissed him. The two of them seemed to get a kick out of stuff like that. Duo wasn't really the slut he made himself out to be Heero had figured out; he was just an attention junkie. He whored himself out on the dance floor, but rarely took anyone home. A few one-nighters here and there, but he mostly ended up in Wufei's bed if he was looking for action. Even though they had broken up, they didn't deny themselves the pleasure of each other's company every once in a while - no strings attached of course.

All of which served to lessen Heero's ire when Duo danced with Quatre, but it did nothing to lessen his arousal. Even though he wouldn't admit it publicly, Heero wanted Quatre, wanted him bad. Sure Heero wanted him even when the blonde was alone, but there was something about his jealousy as he watched him with others that pushed his desire over the edge into a physical need. Quatre had his hand on Duo's chest now where his shirt was open and the skin to skin connection made Heero briefly wonder what the two of them would look like having sex together. His pants became even tighter and his throat dried at the thought so he lifted his beer to his lips to wet it. Only to find it was empty again. He thought about ordering another one but decided against it.

When Heero looked up again Quatre was dancing with someone different again. Fortunately it wasn't someone he knew. He shifted in his seat some to accommodate his growing erection. Another slow song began and Quatre pulled his companion close and began a less sexual yet more intimate movement. Odd, Quatre never initiated anything with his dancing partners; he must be in a playful mood tonight. Heero hoped he would survive it, last time Quatre felt playful he almost had a heart attack watching the things he did on the floor. As the song came to a close, Wufei approached and shooed Quatre's partner off. The next song began and the beat was fast and furious. Wufei and Quatre began dancing wildly and Quatre's grin spread.

Song after song played and Heero watched in utter agony as the pair continued to grind. Heero's emotions swirled within him. Pain and anger raged in his mind pushing him to the brink of losing control. But he reeled in his sanity with careful control. The two were just having a good time; they weren't romantically interested in each other. Heero kept repeating to himself that they were just friends and slowly the anger bled out of him leaving only his need for Quatre. Heero was glad he wasn't foolish enough to remain angry when he saw Duo approach the pair. Duo didn't break them up as Heero had suspected, instead he sandwiched Wufei between himself and Quatre and continued dancing through the rest of the song.

When the song ended Heero watched transfixed as Duo pulled Wufei back against his chest. Wufei responded by leaning his head back to rest on Duo's shoulder, a position Duo took full advantage of by licking up the side of the shorter man's neck. Wufei shuddered and pressed himself more firmly against Duo while Quatre shivered at the erotic display. Duo mouthed something to the blonde and then he pulled Wufei off the floor. Heero watched them as they approached the table. "You seen Trowa around?" Duo asked when they were close enough to be heard over the pounding music. "No." Heero answered. "Well tell him we said goodnight, we’re heading back to Duo's." Wufei said before taking the braided man's hand and leading him away from the table.

Heero turned his attention back to the dance floor and tried to locate Quatre, and when he was finally successful his blood froze in his veins. There in the middle of the dance floor was Quatre...and he was dancing with Trowa. Heero almost threw his empty beer bottle in rage. Out of all his comrades, Trowa was the one he feared the most. Trowa and Quatre had an unquestionable bond and Heero had often wondered how deep that bond ran. On the surface it appeared to be more brotherly than anything, but Heero knew that if Quatre were going to fall for one of his friends it would be Trowa. And now, here they were dancing together rubbing his nose in the very bond he resented them for.




Four songs. It took four songs for Quatre to look up and realized Heero had left their table. Duo and Wufei had gone also, and now Trowa was telling him he was going to look for that waiter he hit on earlier. Quatre exited the floor as quickly as he could considering the pulsing bodies and his raging erection. Dancing with Trowa had been fun. That was the first time they had done that, and he knew it would make Heero jealous. Sure enough he had felt the ever present glare turn malicious when he had started dancing with the stoic preventer. He had wondered what would have happened if Heero would have gotten mad enough to come on the floor and claim Quatre as his own. The thought had gone straight to his groin and settled there.

Quatre exited the bar after several attempts at being picked up by some of the other patrons and sighed in contentment as the cool air hit his face. It was fall, Quatre's favorite time of year. He started walking down the street towards his apartment. The bar wasn't far from where he lived and he always walked, just in case he had a few too many. Plus the walk home gave him plenty of time to think about Heero. He wondered if he would ever publicly admit his feelings for his fellow preventer. They had been there, hidden, for so long that it seemed right to leave it that way. Quatre picked up his pace a little, the cold was starting to seep into him now besides the fact that he was tired from all the dancing and was ready to go home to his bed.

Quatre reached his apartment door before he realized it and smiled a little to himself, usually he was so anxious to get home the short walk seemed to take forever. But tonight, he had been so deep in thought he hadn't noticed the passage of time. As he unlocked the door he noticed his erection had disappeared when his thoughts had shifted to more serious subject matter. He stepped inside and was greeted with total darkness. The blackness was oppressive, but he didn't turn on any lights, he knew his place well enough to make it around, and he knew he wasn't alone.

He was about halfway down the hall when he was stopped by hand in his hair. The grip was tight and it made his neck arch backwards painfully. Suddenly there were lips next to his ear whispering "Trowa?" Ok, so it was more like a growl than a whisper, but it was barely audible nonetheless. The blonde chuckled and the grip in his hair became impossibly tight. As the golden silk was ripped from the scalp his groin also became impossibly tight. "I knew that would get under your skin." Quatre purred.

"You were trying to upset me?" the voice growled again. "Of course I was Heero. You've been so nice to me, almost gentle, lately; treating me like a lover, instead of property." Heero jerked sharply on the hair in his hands so that his partner had to bow his back and was unable to stand on his own due to the awkward position. "Then I guess it's time to remind you of who you belong to." When he finished speaking he shoved Quatre forward and released his grip.

The sudden change in direction had the blonde sprawled out on the floor of his hallway. "Get in the bedroom." Heero ground out. He watched Quatre, his eyes much better adjusted to the darkness, as he began to pick himself up off the floor. He let him get to his knees before kicking him in the side under the ribs. Quatre fell face first to the floor again. Heero's lips quirked upwards slightly as he watched his lover gasp for breath. "Crawl." Heero said.

Quatre quickly scrambled to his hands and knees, he had the urge to disobey, wanting the punishment, but knowing Heero probably couldn't take much more provocation. He had pushed him hard tonight. As he crawled along his heart swelled with love for his dark haired lover and the progress he had made in handling his emotions.

Heero deftly moved to Quatre's side after admiring the way his ass wiggled while he crawled for a moment. When he reached his side he kicked him in the stomach. Quatre hit the floor for the third time that night. The kick was much harder and it left the blonde choking and sputtering. "You're holding your head far too high in your master's presence, slave." Heero growled again. Still lying on the floor, Quatre responded, "Perhaps recent freedoms I have been enjoying have made me forget my place."

Heero walked to stand in front of his lover and crouched down. He fisted his hands in the golden locks and pulled until he was looking into Quatre's aquamarine eyes. He resisted the urge to punch him in the face. The image of the blonde covered in blood running from a broken nose was tempting, but it was understood that he couldn't touch the face. Neither of them wanted to have to explain the cause to their friends later.

His limbs trembled as the urge passed through him; he clamped down on his emotions and let his soldier mindset take over. "Well, lucky me. I get to remind you of your place then." Quatre's erection, which was already being painfully crushed by the floor twitched in response to Heero's threat causing a ripple of pain through his groin. He tried to bite off the moan that escaped, but it had been too long since they did this last, since Heero had been so rough, and he needed the pain too much.

"What the hell are you moaning for slave? I didn't give you permission to feel pleasure. If this is what having freedom is doing to you, I think it's time I took your freedom away. Get in the bedroom." Heero let go of Quatre's hair and quickly placed the hand on his hip. He pushed down, once again putting pressure on the blonde's trapped sex. "And keep this on the floor." This time Quatre did manage to hold back the moan as he raised his upper body and rested on his elbows.

Heero stood up and moved out of the way as the blonde began to shimmy his way down the hall. The friction of his movements was sending delicious waves of pleasure through him and while he was enjoying it he hoped Heero would add some pain to the mix soon. He wasn't disappointed. As he crawled through the doorway of his bedroom, Quatre was abruptly halted by a hand in his hair once again.

“Stay right where you are.” Heero commanded then let go of Quatre’s mane. Damnit. That wasn’t enough. Quatre needed more, but he trusted Heero. He knew that his lover understood what he needed and was always willing to give it to him. He just had to wait. Plus this was as much about Heero as it was about Quatre. The blonde knew Heero always made sure he was in control of his emotions before continuing.

For Heero it was all about control. Control of himself as well as his partner; that was the point of going to the bar first. He let his emotions run wild while he watched Quatre and then he reigned them all back in as he forced his blonde minx to submit to him. Heero was used to people trusting his control physically. He led their team fearlessly and so far without fault. But it was his emotions that people never wanted to trust him with.

Everyone had always acted as if he were a walking time bomb. As if since he buried his emotions so well when completing his missions, that one day they would overwhelm him and he would snap. Quatre was the only person to trust in him completely, his petite blonde allowed him to (sometimes forced him to) completely let go and explore the emotions he locked away.

Heero sucked in a shuddering breath as he fought for control. Emotion swirled within him threatening to break him. His first instinct was to throw Quatre on the bed and fuck him senseless. That was normally his strategy to avoid thinking, complete the mission and focus on the end to get through it. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Quatre expected more from him. Quatre trusted him. Quatre needed him.

With those thoughts echoing through his head Heero let out a low growl. Quatre fought down the urge to let out a cry of relief that Heero was ready to continue. “You’re such a little slut. I bet you can’t wait to get my cock up your ass.” Heero purred from his position standing in the doorway. “But you’ll have to wait a little longer to get what you want you little whore. I want to play with you first. Plus I still need to remind you who you belong to first.”

As light suddenly flooded the room, Quatre bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning in anticipation. Heero’s voice always went straight to his cock, but when he started promising pain it made Quatre mindless with need. Quatre didn’t need pain to be able to enjoy sex; in fact he’d had severally mutually fulfilling experiences that had not included pain. No, he wasn’t a hardcore masochist; the pain wasn’t a sexual fulfillment even though it was sexually pleasing.

Pain was an emotional release for Quatre. It was a chance to prove to himself that he was worthy of the job that he did everyday. Being smaller than most of the other preventers, not only on his own team, but in general was a constant problem for Quatre. The other bigger, tougher looking guys had sized him up immediately and apparently found him lacking. It didn’t matter that he had fought in the war as a Gundam pilot; they somehow figured he must have bought the job, or that he’d had it easier than the others. Even the other former pilots handled him with kid gloves.

But Heero had immediately recognized him for what he was- a skilled leader and tactician, as well as a fellow pilot. A fellow pilot who was just as tough and deadly as the rest of them. Only he trusted Quatre enough to assign him dangerous solo missions and not get injured. Even Trowa, his best friend, often just completed tasks for him without asking because he felt that they were too dangerous for the blonde. Quatre hated it.

So this was how he dealt with it. It was sex, and emotional therapy, and time spent with the one he loved all rolled into one. Most people would label their relationship as dysfunctional, and they’d be right. But then he and Heero weren’t exactly the most stable of individuals, none of them were. War destroys more than countries and political power.

“On the bed. On your knees.” Heero growled. He was shaking trying to hold back the violence that was threatening to break him. He wasn’t quite sure if Quatre knew how close he came every time to really losing it and just beating the hell out of him. If he knew that instead of playing by the rules and providing pleasurable pain, that every time they were together he wanted to make Quatre cry, and hate him for the pain he inflicted while begging him to stop.

But he’d never lost it before, and often he stopped before the blonde was completely satisfied. He loved Quatre, loved him deeply, so he wasn’t quite sure what made him want to see him in pain so badly. He didn’t question it though, he knew he didn’t think like he was supposed to, and Quatre trusted him, and that made all the difference. That kept this from being something dirty and sordid and allowed it to be a mutual exchange of pleasure. The smaller man obviously had more faith in him than he had in himself, because Quatre had never once questioned his ability to handle this with anything other than complete control.

Tonight was going to be tough though. Quatre had deliberately hurt him, and not only that but he had done it by poking at his worst fear. Which suggested that he was not only aware of those feelings, but clearly not above using those feelings to his own advantage. The temptation to make his lover pay for upsetting him so much was drowning out his ability to think, and for the perfect soldier to shut off his logical thinking was a disaster waiting to happen.

But the eager way Quatre climbed up on the bed and pushed his ass into the air cut through the red haze of anger in Heero’s brain. There he went again, trusting him beyond even the trust he placed in himself. While Heero stood there struggling with every doubt and insecurity that resurfaced, his little blonde knelt on the bed offering himself up for Heero to abuse, love or pleasure as he wished. His level of trust astounded the brunette at times.

While he stood there trembling trying to decide how to proceed, Quatre turned his head to him and locked those perfect blue eyes on him and whispered, “God Heero, I love you so much. You make me so happy.” And in that instant everything suddenly made since to the perfect soldier. Doubt fell away and Heero was no longer the war-torn orphan who was emotionally unstable and couldn’t handle the love of the only man he’d ever wanted.

He became simply a man; a man who was desperately in love with his incredibly beautiful and incredibly kinky partner. Instead of being the fragile soldier who was afraid of losing Quatre and was jealous of his friends, he became a confident lover who was secure in the knowledge that Quatre’s body, heart and soul belonged to him. He understood finally that not only was Quatre giving him his trust, but his life also. He wanted to spend his life with Heero, making him happy, frustrated and overall more fulfilled for his efforts.

The burning need to inflict pain faded as quickly as it had flared as everything clicked into place for Heero. Quatre knew how bad he was struggling. He knew exactly how far he had pushed him, he always knew. He did it on purpose; he knew exactly how far he could push his dark lover each time. He recognized Heero’s need to let out the darker side of himself and still be loved afterwards. The wing pilot needed to try to push Quatre away as often as possible and to still have the blonde crawling back every time to assure himself that he wasn’t going to be left alone. And Quatre got what he needed from his bigger more dominant lover at the same time.

God they were perfect for each other even in their warped mental instabilities. Which was so sickeningly romantic it made Heero want to vomit. But he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea. He liked the idea that even if Quatre ever broke up with him that he would never find someone that complemented him as perfectly as Heero did. They were a study in opposites, but for Heero it conjured an image of two puzzle pieces with angles and lines that were exactly opposite so that they could fit together seamlessly.

“I love you too baby.” He husked out before emotion threatened to completely overtake him and he couldn’t give his lover what he needed tonight. Quatre gave him so much on a daily basis; it was his job to return the favor on nights like tonight. “Now shut the fuck up and let me hurt you the way you like so much my little slut.” He continued.

Quatre’s smile was blinding, Heero could feel his love and approval from across the room. As well as his need, and that more than anything gave him strength to continue. For now the brunette just wanted to bury himself inside his sweet lover and get lost for a few days. Later, but for now he had to show Quatre that his trust was worth it, that he could be the man Quatre wanted him to be. The man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Heero quickly stripped off his clothes with the efficiency only a member of the military can achieve and for once in his life ignored the disarray in which they fell to the floor. He had more important things to think about than what he did with his laundry. He approached the bed with stealth Duo would have been proud of. He sat down on the edge opposite where Quatre knelt. “Over my knee now.” He commanded.

Quatre obeyed as quickly as it was physically possible for him to do so. The erection that was pressed into Hero’s thigh felt almost as good as the pressure on his own as it pressed against the blonde’s side. Even with Quatre fully clothed the heat between them was enough to burn them. Heero thought that was an excellent metaphor for his swirling thoughts. He knew that Quatre could feel it too. They both knew that something was changing between them, and even though they couldn’t put a finger on what it was, they both knew it was big.

Tonight would forever reshape the nature of their relationship; they just didn’t know what the scope of that would be. All they knew was that they were going to be better for it. It was that faith and that hope that filled Heero as he brought his hand down on Quatre’s incredibly tempting backside so perfectly encased in denim. The spanking was more intense than most people who just dabbled in kink would have been able to handle, but it was by no means the most intense the two had ever engaged in.

After about three dozen blows, Quatre was not only screaming his pleasure, but was shooting his load in his jeans. Heero sighed feeling the tremors that took over his blonde. That’s right, his. Quatre belonged to him and he intended to show him that in a very clear way so that he would never smile and laugh with someone else’s hands on him ever again.

“You little slut, if you come from a spanking, what are you going to do when you finally get my cock?” Heero purred. “Oh god, I just needed to take the edge off. I still need you so bad. Please, please don’t make me wait anymore.” Quatre begged. But Heero wasn’t feeling too sympathetic. Even though he understood Quatre’s actions now, his ego still wasn’t completely soothed.

“Not yet. Get up and strip.” Quatre jumped up at Heero’s command and began to remove his clothing with haste. As more and more of the pale skin was revealed more of what Heero really wanted became clear to him. The tone of this night had changed so much, and he was pretty sure that Quatre was right there with him, but there couldn’t be any mistake for what he had planned, or his lover would never forgive him.

“Being a secret doesn’t work for me anymore Quatre. I want more from you, and I know you’re ready to give it to me.” He paused giving his lover time to contradict him. When no protest was made, he continued, “I want us to be open about this, I want to take you out, I want to be able to talk to our friends about you, but most of all I want everyone else to know that you’re taken, that you belong to me. Because if anyone but me ever touches you again, they’re going to lose at least their fingers and God knows what else in the process.”

Quatre shivered in delight and arousal. “Oh God yes.” He breathed out without thinking for a moment. He hadn’t known it, but this was what had been missing from their relationship for the last few months. When things had first started sex and whispered words of love in the dark had been enough, but now it wasn’t as satisfying. Quatre wanted to be owned, wanted to be openly claimed. He’d already given himself over to the perfect soldier, and he’d been waiting for that gift to be acknowledged.

He just hadn’t known it. At least he hadn’t known until Heero had offered him everything he’d ever wanted in a few sentences the way only Heero could. Quatre couldn’t stop from feeling like everything was all right between them now. Heero knew what he needed and was going to take care of it, even if he himself didn’t know. He didn’t have to direct anything; he didn’t have to control the course of their relationship. All he had to do was let go and feel and everything would be ok.

And everything was ok, especially when Heero whispered, “Come here.” Quatre walked forward and stood between his lovers spread legs. Heero reached out and pulled him close. The kiss they shared was unlike any other that had ever been before it. It said all of the things that they had left unsaid, and would probably remain unsaid, which was the way they both liked it. Just because they were in love didn’t mean they had to be sappy and mushed out all the time.

Heero lifted his head from the kiss and just stared at Quatre for a moment. Quatre could feel that there was something else that the perfect soldier wanted to say, but before he could ask Heero bent his head to the blonde’s neck. With Heero’s lips on him it was impossible to think. The brunette was currently licking and sucking making Quatre’s cock harden again. “Mine.” Heero whispered against Quatre’s skin, wet with saliva from his lover’s mouth, and then he bit down and began sucking out a mark on Quatre’s pale skin.

A hickey! Heero was leaving him a hickey…on his neck…higher than his collar…where everyone would see. Quatre went boneless. Thankfully Heero’s strong arms supported him even as he continued to work his skin in attempt to turn it a nice dark shade of bluish purple. Joy welled up inside of Quatre and everything suddenly made more sense to him than ever. Heero loved him. Heero had claimed him, and now, everyone would know. The toughest, most respected man he knew, the alpha male of his circle had claimed him. Surely everyone would see he was worthy now. He didn’t need to prove it to himself anymore, because for the first time he really believed it.

He believed in his own self-worth and he believed that he and Heero were equals. Deep down, he finally believed that he had the right to love the perfect soldier. He didn’t need Heero to hurt him anymore, he didn’t need bruises and pain to remind him of his strength. Heero’s love and acceptance was enough of a reminder. He’d probably always be into kink, and so would Heero, but now it could be an accent to their sex life, and not the focus.

When Heero was satisfied with the mark he had made, he pulled back to look at it. Looking at the red mark obscenely destroying the perfection of the milky skin, he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time, belonging. True he had marked Quatre, but it was really Heero that had been claimed. That this beautiful, smart and sexy creature that could have anyone had chosen to accept Heero’s mark was a small miracle in his mind. The entire time they had been together Heero had half feared that one day Quatre would wake up and realize how much better than Heero he was and, finally coming to his senses, end things between them.

A small part of him had always thought that Quatre kept coming back for the sex, and not for the man himself. That’s why sex between them always had to be so perfect. He always had to make sure that Quatre left completely satisfied. After all, if that was the only thing keeping the blonde coming back to him, then he didn’t want him to give him a reason to go anywhere else for what he needed.

But he knew better now. He knew Quatre was his for good, and staring at the mark he had made with these thoughts in his head, suddenly it wasn’t enough. Suddenly he needed more. Looking deep into Quatre’s eyes, letting his seriousness show on his face he uttered the words his mind equated to marriage vows. “Baby, if you don’t want this, you need to stop me now. If you don’t want to be mine, forever, you need to say so, because after this, there is no going back.”

The word “forever” bounced around in Quatre’s brain making him feel weightless and carefree. But Heero was far too serious for him to take the comment lightly, and then it clicked. Heero wanted to make this permanent; he wanted to mark him for real. Quatre didn’t know what his lover had in mind, but whatever it was he wanted it desperately. “Anything Heero, anything you want. I need forever with you, and even that may not be enough time.”

The intensity of Quatre’s feelings for him was a bit shocking to Heero. But then he corrected that thought pattern, by continuing to think of himself as unworthy of Quatre’s love, he was making Quatre seem weaker or dumber for continuing to love him. And their love for each other did neither of those things, it made them both stronger, it made them whole. Two halves of one whole.

Heero gently pushed Quatre away from him and told him to get on the bed and to stay there, and with a quick kiss to his forehead, he left him in the bedroom alone. Quatre heard quite a bit of rummaging around and a muffled curse before Heero returned holding the cigarette lighter Quatre kept around to light the candles in his bathroom.

Heero set the lighter on the nightstand and reached up to pull off the chain he kept around his neck. He pulled of the two charms on it, both Kanji symbols, and held them up. Two words, Heero and Love. “Where do you want them?” Heero asked. Quatre stare at the charms and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes. He knew what those two words meant to Heero and what doing this was going to mean for their relationship.

The necklace had been given to him by Duo as a birthday gift. It was in response to a late night drunken conversation in which Duo had pried out information from Heero about how he always hated not having a family, and not even having a family name, that all he had was a codename given to him by people who didn’t care for him. Duo had given him the charms representing his name and the word family with a note saying simply, ‘We are family. You are my brother, and I since I call you Heero, that will always be your family name.’

And now Heero was going to mark him with both of those words, burn them right into his skin. Quatre was stuck speechless by the gesture. By doing this, Heero was inviting the blonde into his family, his closely guarded, deeply treasured family. Holy shit! Heero was asking him to marry him. Well…at least in his usual Heero way. Heero’s actions had always spoken louder than his words, so he wouldn’t offer vows, he would offer his mark, his name, the one word that symbolized everything he was. He was Heero, and for that Quatre loved him.

“I want ‘Heero’ on my chest over my heart, but the other one I want you to choose where to put it.” Quatre finally answered the question. He could sense Heero’s deep thought on the subject, and he knew his lover was running through his options carefully and thoroughly. “On your wrist. And I will put mine in the same place, and then everyone will know that you are mine.” Heero answered after a long pause.

His? What was he talking about? Did Heero want Quatre to mark him as well? The thought solidified the feeling that this was the perfect way for the two of them to commit to each other in the blonde’s mind. Heero reached back for the lighter again and set down the chain on the nightstand instead. “Ready love?” he asked. “Always.” Quatre answered and the flame burst to life and began heating the metal symbol.

When Heero was satisfied that it was good and hot, he reached out and held it to the skin of Quatre’s left pectoral muscle for a few seconds. The pain ripped through Quatre. He’d never felt anything this intense, but it still wasn’t enough to keep him from wanting to do this again with the second mark. He looked down to see the angry red lines forming the symbol for his lover’s name and smiled. He well and truly belonged to Heero now.

“You like it?” Heero asked cautiously and Quatre could tell he was nervous. “I love it.” The petite blonde answered. “Hurt like hell, but I love it.” Heero smirked at the statement before asking “Ready for the second one?” Quatre simply held out his wrist in answer. Again the perfect soldier went through the process of heating the metal kanji and holding it to Quatre’s skin.

It hurt far more than the first had, but this skin was also far more tender. To his credit Quatre never made a sound of discomfort or flinched in pain, further reinforcing his strength to Heero, who already knew just how strong Quatre could be. With both marks complete, Heero kissed Quatre’s forehead once again and left the room. He returned with the first aide kit and began the process of lovingly bandaging the two burns.

When that was done, he held out his wrist to Quatre and said, “My turn.” Quatre reached for the kanji for Love with trembling hands, but he managed to heat the metal and press the brand into Heero’s wrist without incident. Following that he returned the favor and bandaged the burn for his dark haired lover. “I want to get ‘Quatre’ done on my chest too.” Heero broke the silence after his wrist was bandaged.

Quatre just smiled and nodded, a bit too overwhelmed with emotions to say anything in response. Heero understood his need for silence and simply crawled on the bed next to him. “Sex?” the brunette asked, and that was all it took to have Quatre laughing, too caught up in the joy of essentially being a married man to do anything else. “Of course.” He replied when his amusement died down.

Heero pulled him close, the whole time being careful of his new burns. He gently kissed the love bite he’d left what seemed like hours ago, and moved so that he was lying over his smaller lover. He kept his chest lifted to avoid hurting Quatre’s mark, and lowered only his head for another one of those deep, eating kisses they had shared earlier.

Without breaking the kiss Heero reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube that was always there. He slathered some on and then gently began to slide himself inside his lover. Quatre finally broke the kiss to cry out in ecstasy as Heero breached him. Their sex life was active enough that he didn’t need stretching anymore, and besides he loved the burn of that first penetration, and it was always so much better if he was still pretty tight.

Heero finally seated himself fully inside the snug passage and began to thrust. He really wanted to make this slow and sweet and prove to Quatre that he could make love to him, and not just fuck him. But the blonde just felt too good under him and around him, and he was feeling too raw and exposed already. Quatre’s moans and cries of “More!” and “Harder!” helped to assuage his guilt though.

Soon, with Quatre’s legs around his waist urging him on, the pace became frantic and Heero was worried he was going to come too soon. But he needn’t have worried, because for the second time tonight, without a single touch to his cock, Quatre shattered underneath him. Shouting “Heero!” at the peak of his climax he sprayed his seed between them and then collapsed to the bed panting.

The sight of a flushed and well fucked Quatre combined with the bandage on his chest and the knowledge of what was under the bandage was enough to undo Heero. He came apart seconds behind his lover, and with a single grunt he came into the warm willing body below him.

He didn’t want to pull out of Quatre yet, but it was becoming necessary, he was about to collapse from exhaustion and he didn’t want to fall on his lover. So he gently pulled out, drawing out a weak protest from the blonde and rolled over to lie down next to him. He was dirty and sweaty and probably needed a shower and so did Quatre. But when he suggested as much to the blonde all he got was a small snort in response.

Heero somehow found the energy to lift his head and look at the smaller man. Quatre simply glared at him and said “We have all night to shower Heero, right now I just want to hold you and go to sleep. Besides the water will upset the bandages. We’ll shower later.” And with that, Heero pulled Quatre close and thought to himself, what a perfect beginning to their honeymoon.


A/N: This is so not how I pictured this story coming out when I started it, but I like it! Whatever, branding and calling your lover a pain slut right before you promise to love them forever is a totally romantic thing to do right? Those two ideas are completely in sync... riiight...