Warning: Lemon, food foreplay! Naughty Quatre! (I'm implying a citrus term) can you guess what it is?)
Pairing: 1x4, (2x5/5x2implied)
Dedication: To Jillypuff, for being there for me, and being my press agent ^_^!
Notes: One of Two I will write to temporarlly make up for the Loss of "the angels would fall"
Disclaimer: I am not Alanis Morrisette or her Lyricist (if she has one), so I can't take credit for this. I didn't create the G-boys either. *cries*


Head over Feet

by Mikata



I had no choice
But to hear you
You stated your case
Time and again
I thought about it

Heero looked over his paper at Quatre, who had just come in from grocery shopping, after discovering Wufei trying to cook scrambled eggs with black-yoked eggs. Needlessly to say, the little Arab was more than happy to go, rather than getting poisoned and spending a week in bed throwing up.(1)

"Friend Heero, will you help me put these away?" Heero gave a non-committal grunt and followed Quatre into the kitchen.

Quatre pulled everything out of the bags and handed them to Heero, who diligently put them away, concentrating on the mindless task. Quatre let out a slight giggle and handed Heero a box of Popcicles, his face turning an adorable shade of cherry. Heero arched an eyebrow, and placed the in the freezer.

"Oh, um, Heero, can you pull a popcicle out for me?" Quatre asked innocently.

You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You asked how my day was

Heero obliged Quatre, pulling a popcicle out of the box nonchalantly. He handed it to Quatre without a word. He turned to go back to the paper he left in the other room, when Quatre's voice stopped him.

"Hey, Heero, you want to try some of my popcicle?" Heero turned around to see Quatre sucking on the tip of the red popcicle, his lips pursed over the stub, sucking. Heero stared, blinked, then realized that he hadn't answered his question.

"All right." Heero walked over to Quatre, who held up the popcicle in offering. Heero tentatively licked the tip, bringing forth a small laugh from Quatre.

"Is that all you're going to try? "It's all right Heero, the Popcicle will not bite you, and neither will I."

Heero blushed ever so slightly and gently sucked the tip again. He suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one sucking on the popcicle now.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it, it's all your fault

Heero looked over at the little blond, sucking on the cherry-flavored popcicle, his lips less than an inch from his, exquisitely sucking on he other end. Heero closed the distance between them, placing his lips on Quatre's, reveling the feel of the coolness on the surface, belying the fire beneath it. Heero captured Quatre's shoulders, pulling him closer. The popcicle fell to the floor, forgotten for a warmer pursuit.

Quatre wrapped his arms around Heero, pulling them even closer, grinding his hips into Heero. Heero pulled back a little, surprised at his boldness. Quatre pulled him in closer, his hands wrapped possessively around his waist. Heero settled down and deepened the kiss.

Your love is thick
And it swallowed me whole
You're so much braver than I gave you credit for
That's not lip service

He picked Quatre up, and sat him on the counter, not breaking the kiss. Quatre wove his legs around Heero's waist, his erection crushing against Heero's tight stomach. Heero ran his hands into Quatre's shirt, and across the soft, downy back. Heero kissed Down Quatre's neck, burying his face in the intersection of Quatre's neck and shoulder, nipping and sucking at the available flesh there.

Quatre gasped and threw his head back. His hands moved in inverse directions, one moving up into Heero's shirt, the other moving to cup a cheek into his palm, squeezing it just to hear the noises Heero made when he did so. Heero pulled Quatre's vest from him, tossing it aside. He made quick work of Quatre's shirt, parting the first six buttons, and not bothering with the rest. His shirt fell from his shoulders, and pooled behind him on the counter.

Heero moved one hand to the back of Quatre's head, keeping him from pulling back, while his other slid across Quatre's chest, rubbing across a soft nipple. Quatre moaned into his mouth and arched his back into Heero. Heero broke the kiss, pulled off his shirt, and pulled Quatre back in, their bodies causing friction as they ground into each other.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it, it's all your fault

Heero's hands roamed across Quatre's soft chest, his touch light and feathery, causing the blonde to pant and gasp for more. He hungred for Heero's hands, indulging in Heero's caresses. He couldn't get enough of Heero's soft skin, his palms roamed across the bronzed skin of Heero's slender shoulders and back. Quatre pulled Heero up on the counter, pulling him on top of him. Heero ground his hips into Quatre's, causing them both to cry out in rhapsody.

Heero slid his hands down, and fumbled with the fly of Quatre's khakis. Quatre gently placed a guiding on Heero's hand, and moved it gently across the beige material, finally freeing him from his pants. Heero smiled at Quatre's choice on underwear, which were desert rose pink.

"My sisters bought them for me - they're so mean to me sometime," Quatre's cheeks, which were already the same color as his underwear, deepened, turning duskier.

"Who cares?" Heero said, before sliding down Quatre's underwear, freeing Quatre's cloth-bound erection. Quatre moaned at the feel of the cool breeze coming through the open kitchen window blow across his erection. Heero smiled, and traced a line across Quatre's right inner thigh.

Quatre lifted his arms up, and threw them around Heero's neck, pulling him down into another fervent kiss. Heero slid out of Quatre's grasp, causing the smaller pilot to whine slightly in need. Heero's lips slid down Quatre's throat, pressing against the delicate Adam's apple. He moved lower, kissing along his sternum. His palms massaged Quatre's nipples as he moved inexorably downward.

Quatre writhed beneath him, moaning and panting defenselessly. His hands moved to Heero's, twining his fingers with Heero's. Heero delicately nipped at Quatre's belly button, inducing Quatre's back to arch, his hand's clutching Heero's tighter as he let out a strangled moan.

You are the bearer of unconditional things
You held breath and the door for me

Heero moved down further, stopping to rub his cheek against the soft, wispy blonde hair he found. He kissed the base of Quatre's throbbing erection, bringing out another loud cry from the little Arabian ruler. Quatre thrust up desperately, pleading with Heero as best as he could.

"Onegai! Heero!" Quatre looked up at the Japanese pilot, his eyes pleading. Heero bent down, and pressed his lips against the tip. Quatre's eyes flew wide and he spastically thrusted into Heero's pliant mouth. Heero gagged a little, but managed to keep it under control. Quatre thrust in and out with wild abandon, screaming Heero's name as he came. Heero smiled and swallowed the sweet liquid, moving back up to kiss Quatre, his semen still on his lips. Quatre licked it from Heero's lips, tasting his own liquid desire. Heero shifted Quatre so that He was sitting up, his back to Heero.

"Do you trust me, Quatre?" Heero breathed into his ear.

"Oh Heero yes," Quatre moaned, shivering in delight.

"All right, then, then close your eyes."

Quatre did so dutifully. Behind him, he could hear cloth sliding away from skin. Quatre shuddered again. Heero looked around the kitchen for a suitable lubricant, even though he was rather new to sex, having only heard Duo's wild tales of what he and Wufei have done together, he knew that it would hurt his little one if he didn't coat himself and Quatre's inner walls with something. He looked down, and saw the cherry popcicle, almost completely melted on the floor. Dipping his fingers in the crimson puddle, he scooped up a good amount.

"Quatre, I want you to kneel for me."

"Why, Heero?"

"You'll understand in a moment." Quatre kneeled, giving himself to Heero entirely. Heero moved a finger into

Quatre unsullied entrance. Quatre let out a loud of surprise. Heero soothed Quatre's cries with his free hand, ruffling his hair. He slid in another finger, pumping slowly. He added another finger, moving slowly for his little one. When he felt ready, he pulled his fingers free, bringing about a disappointed moan from the little blonde. Scooping more juice, he rubbed the fluid across his cock. He grabbed Quatre's hips gently, and lowered him down onto his lap, and his erection. It slid into Quatre's tight depths. He pulled Quatre down until he was fully impaled on Heero's length.

He lifted Quatre a little, and thrusted again, changing the angle, brushing across Quatre's little spot. Quatre screamed in delight as he felt more pleasure rise over him than ever in his life. They rocked together, with Heero's arms around his waist, one stroking a nipple, the other pumping the erection in front of him. Quatre screamed Heero's name as he came across the counter and sink. Heero let loose soon after, unable to hold it in any longer. He let out a long moan, that ended in a whisper, proclaiming his love for Quatre.

You're the best listener I've ever met
You're my best friend
Best friend with an offense
I am aware now
I am aware now

Quatre smiled and laid back on the counter after Heero pulled out and laid down beside him.

"I can't believe we just did tha," Quatre said dazed, "and in the kitchen of all places."

Heero smirked and jumped down from the counter to retrieve their clothing that they carelessly threw around the room. His smirk faded abruptly as soon as his feet hit the ground.

"What's wrong, Heero?"

"I stepped in the popcicle juice."

They started to laugh. Heero leaned over and kissed Quatre softly, still giggling.

You've already won me over
In spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it, it's all your fault

(1) of course, in Jade's fashion, that could always be fun. ^_^;

~Owari~



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