Quatre walked into their bedroom and saw Trowa lying on his bed reading a book. Quatre smiled and looked at him for a moment. He was a vision of loveliness on that bed. It was all he could do to keep from pouncing on the beautiful boy and screwing him silly.

Trowa looked up from his book and saw Quatre looking at him. He smiled at the blonde and the boy blushed a deep shade of crimson before looking away. Trowa’s eyes softened, they always did when Quatre was in the room.

He watched as Quatre walked over to his bed and sat down. He was still blushing and he looked so cute, when he was embarrassed. He wondered what it would be like to hold the boy in a deep embrace. Then shook the thought away. They were at war it wasn’t good to be attached to anyone. He didn’t want the pain of losing someone he cared for.

At long last love has arrived.

Quatre stood up from his bed and walked over to Trowa. He sat down on the bed and waited for Trowa to look at him. He received a very confused look form the green eyed boy, but he ignored it. He took Trowa’s face in his hands, surprising the boy even more. Then he leaned forward and kissed Trowa.

You’re just too good to be true.

Trowa wanted to pull away but he couldn’t. Instead of pulling away he wrapped his arms around the Quatre pulling him closer. He could feel the boy’s racing heartbeat against his own.

They stayed this way for as long as they could reluctantly breaking away in need of oxygen. They looked into each other’s eyes, searching for answers for questions that were not needed to be asked in words. Quatre was the first to speak and break the silence.

"Gomen." He apologized, "I didn’t mean to be so aggressive." He looked away. "It’s just that…"

Pardon the way that I stare.

Trowa put his finger over Quatre’s lips, silencing him. Quatre looked at Trowa; he was so beautiful that it was making him dizzy.

Trowa’s stare was making him uneasy and the silence in the room wasn’t helping. He tried to look away but Trowa wouldn’t let him. He just kept looking at him. What was he trying to say and why wouldn’t he just say it?

Please let know that it’s real.

That smile, the smile that was only for him. Not for Duo or Heero or Wufei, but him. That soft smile that made him feel so safe and secure and at the same time made him nervous and uneasy. What was he trying to say and why wouldn’t he say it?

Trowa reached his hand forward and brushed the stray hair from Quatre’s eyes. Then traced the blonde’s face with his fingers letting his thumb rest on the boy’s soft lips. Then Quatre knew without him saying a word, he knew and he felt the same.

I love you baby, and if it’s quite all right,

Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa’s waist and held him tightly. Trowa smiled again and layed his cheek on the top of the boy’s head. He closed his eyes and caressed the boy’s back quieting his sobs. In response Quatre buried his head deeper into his chest, holding him tighter and he began to whisper something, something that made Trowa want the boy even more.

Oh pretty baby, don’t bring down, I pray.

Trowa nodded softly against the Quatre’s head and then placed a kiss in the blonde mass before letting go. He looked at Quatre tear soaked face and shook his head slowly. Then leaned forward and kissed away all the tears.

"Angels shouldn’t cry." He said as he kissed those soft flushed cheeks. Quatre smiled at the comment. He had never considered himself an angel. Angels didn’t kill innocent people, but here was this beautiful boy, the boy that he loved calling him an angel.

Oh God, how he loved Trowa. He was his day and his night. He never wanted to leave his side. All he wanted was to make him happy and be happy with him. He leaned forward capturing his lips in another passionate kiss. A kiss that said everything that needed to be said, that had not been said before. Trowa responded to every unuttered word wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer then humanly possible. There kiss deepened and they felt every boundary that was between them disappear. They were no longer two people but one. One body, one mind, one soul.

I love you baby, and if it’s quiet all right,

Author’s notes: Well there it was my sad excuse for a songfic. So what ya’ll think, horrible ne? Oh well, what can you expect but crap form me. Oh before I forget the song ain’t mine. It belongs to Frankie Valli, at least this version does. There are about three version of this song that I know of. Gundamn Wing ain’t mine either. I ain’t making no profit for this so don’t sue. Hey I’m a real fanfic writer now I just wrote my first disclaimer. ^_^

By, Dark Goddess