Quatre In Distress

by: Mikala Barton


Disclaimers: Nope, don't sue me! They're not mine, they belong to .... some people out there who are so incredibly lucky!


Trowa lay down on his back on the pasture. It was so peaceful here at night, he thought glancing at the stars. A look of pleasure escaped through his emotionless mask. If only Quatre was here, he thought wistfully. But Quatre was on a mission........

Trowa turned to his left, wondering whether Quatre was all right or not. Of course he was all right, Trowa reminded himself, Quatre was very capable and Trowa was sure that he would be back soon.

Trowa sat, still worried, despite all the reassurances his mind gave him. It was possible, after all, that Quatre might be hurt. After all, the last time Quatre went on a mission, he was almost....

Trowa shut his eyes, trying to block the memory out of his mind. But it came to him, like the fleeting wind crawling on his arms.


A week ago......

Quatre rushed into a room and locked the door. He quickly looked around the room where he was in and noticed the window with thin bars. He rushed to it, knowing that the door would not hold long enough against the Oz soldiers breaking it down.

He peered in his pockets and almost fainted in relief that his gun was still there. He could have sworn that it had fallen off during the fight upstairs.

He checked the cartridge, only three bullets left. He glanced back at the window, wondering how he could break it so he could get out of the building.

How did it even get to be like this?, he wondered for the millionth time. He was just supposed to get stupid data and get out of here. He even had a disguise as a plumber! He also had Trowa as backup somewhere in the building.

The door was being battered.

It was down.

Quatre quickly hid his gun, knowing it was safer that way. The Oz soldiers pointed their guns at him. Quatre was submissive and followed them down the hallway.

"Well done!" the guy who Quatre assumed was in charge said when Quatre was lead in the room.

The leader stood in front of Quatre, "Huh? This is a mere boy!!! You incompetent idiots! I told you to bring the gundam pilot! Not A BOY!"

A soldier stepped forward, "Captain, sir, that boy is the gundam pilot."

The captain snorted, "Gundam pilot, eh?" He roughly pushed Quatre's chin up and scrutinized him, "He doesn't look old enough to shave!"

Quatre glanced at the captain, he was sort of okay-looking. But nowhere near Trowa's perfection, Quatre consoled himself, by reassuring himself that Trowa was somewhere thinking of a way to rescue him.

"Boy, I am talking to you!" Quatre focused back to reality, realizing that the captain was saying something.

"Are you the gundam pilot?" the captain asked, his grip on Quatre's chin tightening.

Quatre stood straight and said, "I am."

The captain released his chin and ... laughed.

"HAHAHAHA! I cannot believe that the gundam pilot is a mere boy! And he has been causing us much trouble!" The minute he said that the captain eye's narrowed, "Yes, you have been causing us plenty trouble. Don't you know that little boys like you have no place in this? Yes, you should be in your house helping your father in the farm or something."

Quatre thought of what his father would look like in farmer's clothes and stifled a giggle.

"Anyway," the captain continued, "I still have to punish you, you know. And since you seem to lack discipline and don't know your place, I'll teach you that. You should be glad, boy! You're getting off easy!"

Quatre's eyes widened as he realized what the captain planned for him.

He noticed this, "I see. And after I'm done with you, I will let my men test you. You know, to know whether you understood your lessons or not."

The other soldiers snickered when he said this.

Quatre got this sinking feeling in his stomach and wished more than anything that Trowa would arrive.

The captain's eyes widened in glee and he rubbed his hands. "Off with his clothes."

Quatre stifled a scream as the soldiers started to roughly remove his vest, his top, his pants, his shoes all at the same time.

He struggled, wishing that Trowa would be quick and arrive.


Trowa opened at the room and almost screamed in frustration when he realized that it was empty. He had been looking for Quatre for the past hour but there was no sign of the golden boy.

He ran towards the next door only to see the emptiness again. That was when he heard voices below him. He rushed in the room and knelt, pressing his ear on the floor.

He could hear voices down there. He struggled to understand what was being said, and he froze when he finally deciphered a sentence.

"Off with his clothes."

His eyes widened in anger and he knew there was no time to lose. The person being indicated was no doubt Quatre and the soldiers were going to rape him. He had to get down there. There was not much in the room where he was, so he shut his eyes and concentrated real hard.

He punched the floor as hard as he could and the floor gave way.

Trowa quickly recovered from the fall and stood up surveying the scene. He had landed on an authority figure, likely the one who ordered Quatre's clothes off. There were many Oz soldiers in the room and some of them were in the process of making Quatre naked.

He rushed towards those soldiers and gunned all of them down, making sure that Quatre was unharmed.

Quatre grabbed his arm and they rushed towards the hallway. He took this chance to glance at Quatre. His vest was off and he was barefoot and his pants were being quickly put up by a blushing Quatre.

Trowa smiled at a microscopic level at the scene.

The two managed to rush away without too much of a disturbance.


Now......

Trowa sighed, scrunching up the grass in his palms. What if the same thing was happening to Quatre? What if some maniac wanted to rape Quatre?

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone walk towards him.

"Trowa."

He quickly turned and saw the beautiful boy, Quatre. His love.

"Catherine told me that you'll be here." Quatre said, rushing in Trowa's arms. "I missed you so much that I hurried through the mission as much as I could."

Trowa nodded against Quatre's hair. "Me too." He whispered.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa and kissed him while sitting on his lap.

Trowa closed his eyes and lay down as Quatre settled above him. Quatre was already lifting Trowa's turtleneck off him. Trowa smiled as he felt the grass on his bare back, while Quatre flung the turtleneck to who-knows-where.

Trowa quickly concentrated on making Quatre naked. When the both of them had no clothes on, Quatre started kissing Trowa again, but this time, with more ardor.

Quatre's tongue pressed against Trowa's welcoming lips and entered into Trowa's wet cavern, playing with Trowa's tongue.

Trowa writhed under him, while exploring Quatre's body all over with his hands. He tousled the boy's hair, as Quatre's mouth traveled downwards, kissing every available part of Trowa's body. He quickly licked Trowa's nipple as his hand carressed the other. He licked the sensitive body part and bit it softly.

Trowa moaned at the sensation and gasped as Quatre navigated on lower. He eagerly reached for the bulging penis. He admired it for a few seconds before engulfing it into his own mouth. Trowa even moaned louder at this. Trowa's seed came rushing to Quatre's mouth. He eagerly swallowed every drop of it, savoring his lover's taste. He then reached for Trowa's mouth again, licking his lips and the rest of his face. Trowa enjoyed this feeling and kissed Quatre back as best as he could. Quatre went further up, until his own penis was in line with Trowa's mouth. Trowa eagerly reached for the bulging head and carressed it with his tongue, wetting it all over. Quatre moaned with pleasure then traveled back down to access Trowa's face.

Quatre started licking the behind of Trowa's ears, and while doing so, Trowa turned giving Quatre better access.

He lay down on Trowa's back, enjoying the feel of his lover under him. Then, he traced his lover's spinal cord with his tongue, enjoying the taste of the skin. When he reached the buttocks, he opened it and put an experimental finger inside. Trowa sighed with pleasure underneath him. Quatre put more and more fingers inside, stretching it to fit his cock, and when Trowa told him to enter, Quatre quickly obeyed, rushing into his lover.

Whe juices were released and everything else, Quatre was snuggled in Trowa's arms.

"How did the mission go?" Trowa asked, breathing in his lover's ear.

Quatre pressed his face further into Trowa's chest and said, "It was just fine. You didn't have to worry."

"Good." Trowa rumbled, resting his chin on Quatre's head.

The End

*sigh* My first lemon. *blush* It sucked, didn't it? You can tell me what you thought of it. I don't really mind if you'll just tell me you hate it, just do say what you think, 'kei?