Quatre stared out the window and into the night sky as he waited for his brown haired lover to come home. “He’s been so wonderful to me. I wish I knew of a way to pay him back.” Memories of the way Trowa had nursed him back to health after that horrifying mission flooded his mind. A smile suddenly graced his cherubic features. He had a perfect idea…

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Trowa stepped into the Winner estate. He was dead tired from working at the circus but he wanted to see his little angel. Duo had gone on a vacation with Hilde and Heero and Wufei were on a mission so they had the house all to themselves.

“Quatre?” He called, his voice echoing through the hall. The HeavyArms pilot was even more confused when the servants said they hadn’t seen the boy all day.

He made his way upstairs, calling the blond’s name. He opened their bedroom door, only to have his jaw drop at the sight that greeted him. Candles faintly illuminated the room, as did the moonlight that streamed through the window.

The blond in question was sitting on their bed, wearing a silk blue teddy that matched his eyes perfectly. Spaghetti straps hung from his delicate shoulders and the nightgown ended at mid-thigh. Slits on either side ran all the way up, ending only inches from his hips and revealing even more creamy skin.

Trowa peeled his eyes away from the tantalizing sight and saw that a basket of peaches had been placed on the night table. He also noticed that Quatre was eating one. His smaller lover looked up as if he never noticed Trowa’s presence.

“Hello Trowa.” He cooed softly, his voice innocent and sultry. “Do you like it?” Trowa’s jeans had suddenly become a little too tight.

He more or less ripped off his turtleneck and jeans and his shoes and socks went flying in the air. Quatre watched him as he approached the bed and calmly took another bite of his peach. The bed dipped slightly as Trowa climbed onto it. He leaned forward and licked away a drop of juice from the rosebud lips.

He looked at the fruit and mouthed, “May I?” The boy smiled and held the peach out to him. Trowa bit it into it, his teeth brushing against the small fingers.

The resulting shiver didn’t go unnoticed. Their lips pressed together in a heated kiss. The half-eaten peach fell out of Quatre’s hand. Trowa nipped at the white neck and flicked his tongue against the hollow of the Arabian’s throat. The green-eyed boy pushed the small blond back against the bed and pulled down the straps of the nightgown. Trowa’s fingers mercilessly teased and plucked at one nipple while he sucked on the other. Quatre moaned and arched his back.

Trowa’s hands slid up the teddy and he gently ran his finger over the blond’s erection. He pulled the nightgown off completely and gazed at his lover’s naked body, as if memorizing it.

Quatre truly did look like an angel right then, his cheeks flushed and blue eyes sparkling. His golden locks softly curled about his delicate face and gleamed in the candlelight. The emerald eyes traveled lower to the very faint pink line across his belly. All the other scars had faded away; this was the last one. He kissed it carefully, as if he were afraid that Quatre would shatter.

The French boy smiled when he heard the soft giggle and left a trail of kisses down to his love’s erect member. He took Quatre’s length into his mouth, eliciting a soft moan from the blond boy. The blue-eyed youth buried his hands into Trowa’s hair as waves of pleasure overcame him.

The pilot of HeavyArms managed a grin as he swirled his tongue around the tip, forcing out another moan. He cupped the Arabian’s buttocks and lifted him closer.

“Oh… by Allah…” Quatre gasped out before he lost control and he exploded into Trowa’s mouth.

“Mmm…” The brown haired pilot sat up and licked his lips. “So how was that?”

The small Arabian blinked large blue eyes at him and curled up on the soft pillows. He picked up the forgotten peach and bit into it. Trowa stared, almost mesmerized at the juice that trickled down the lush lips and small fingers. The French pilot’s boxers went sailing through the air faster then his socks had.

He licked away the droplets from his chin and bit lightly on the blond’s lower lip. Grasping the small hand, Trowa ran his tongue over the slender fingers, smiling at Quatre’s soft gasp. He turned the Arabian onto his stomach and trailed kisses over his back and shoulders. He sucked lightly on the blond youth’s collarbone and felt his erection ache as he watched the boy squirm and writhe under his touch.

The French boy’s hands traveled lower to Quatre’s rear. Trowa ran one hand over the soft skin, the other searching blindly for any form of lubrication that could be used. He smiled triumphantly when his hand found the same bottle of oil they had used when they first… oh never mind.

“Trowa, onegai… I need you…” Quatre gasped out. The taller boy coated his fingers and erection with the oil and slowly pushed himself into Quatre’s opening. The little blond cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Trowa thrust again. The French pilot positioned his hands on the slender hips and thrust in again.

“Oh… Trowa…” The brown haired boy could feel the pressure building up inside him and he let loose, spilling his seed into Quatre. Quatre fell bonelessly to the bed, Trowa falling right on top of him. The normally quiet pilot kissed the sweet lips and received a radiant smile in return.

Trowa’s hand traveled over to the nightstand and plucked a fresh peach from the basket. He held it out to the golden angel lying beneath him, offering it to him. Quatre bit into the ripe fruit and smiled innocently. Their lips touched in gentle kiss far sweeter than the fruit.