A Soldier's Love
Written by: Pingo
Email: Pingochan@aol.com
A GW/Yaoi/Shonen-ai Fanfic
Rated PG-13 for language, lime and boy/boy love. No Lemon, you hentais!
Sorry...
Author's Note: Welcome to Part 2! ^_^ This part features... *drumroll* Quatre and Heero, 1x2 implied...
Chapter 2:
Heero was on his way up to bed, when he spotted Quatre alone in the living
room. Something about the sad, hopeless expression on his face reached out
to the Wing Zero Pilot, and pulled him in to the living room. *He looks so
lost,* the young boy thought, as he searched the Arabian's face, for a
hint of the carefree boy he had been just a few days earlier. *Damn that
Trowa!* the Japanese boy silently cursed. *How could he do this to
Quatre?*
Heero hadn't come right out and asked Quatre what was wrong, but he had
managed to pry quite a bit of information from Duo, who had questioned the
blond boy at length, probing his mind like a psychologist. Truth be known
it was probably because of all Duo's questioning that Quatre had withdrawn
from everyone so much.
Heero, himself, still couldn't believe that Trowa and Quatre were no longer
together. When they had started going out it had seemed so right. But, as
he stood there watching the younger boy, he just wanted to reach out and
hold him, comfort him... two things he didn't normally do...
Heero was surprised when he heard Quatre's small voice call out to him.
"Hee-chan?" The small boy turned to face Heero, his blue eyes glistening
with unshed tears. "Do you believe in soulmates?" His voice was so soft,
barely abovea whisper.
The Japanese boy was at a loss for words. "I-I don't know," he answered,
finally. He stepped forward and joined Quatre in the darkness on the
couch. "Why?"
~*~*~
Quatre glanced away from Heero, and sunk into the couch's soft, velvet
depths. He focused his gaze on the wall opposite him, and sighed.
"From the moment I met Trowa," he began softly, "I felt this magical force
drawing us together. I was so confused, because all my life, I've been
taught, that it was wrong to be with someone who was the same sex as you.
I always knew I was supposed to grow up peacefully and be the perfect heir.
Then, I would marry and my wife and I would produce an heir... but the
moment I met Trowa, I forgot all that. It didn't matter. And when we
performed our first duet, I knew it was him. I knew we were meant to be
together..." Quatre paused as he drew a ragged breath.
"Is he your soulmate?" Heero asked, still fighting the urge to wrap the boy
in his arms and soothe him.
"I thought so. I really thought so," Quatre whispered as a stray tear ran
down his cheek. "But, Heero, if he and I were meant to be together, then
why in the hell did he leave me? That's what I can't figure out."
"Things just happen," Heero replied, moving closer. "You have to let it
go."
"Why doesn't he love me like I love him?" Quatre cried out, drawing his
legs up onto the couch and wrapping his arms around them. "What's wrong
with me?!?"
Heero, wrapped his arms around the small boy and held him close. "There's
nothing wrong with you! Nothing at all."
"Then why can't Trowa love me? Why couldn't my father love me? Why can't
anyone love me?" Quatre began to tremble in Heero's arms. *Why is he
holding me?* The thought came so suddenly, it surprised Quatre. *Does he
care?*
~*~*~
Heero was surprised to find himself falling, as he held Quatre on the couch
in the dark. Falling back through time. *Less than a year ago, I would've
died to hold him like this,* Heero thought, remembering how he had felt
about Quatre before Quatre had gotten together with Trowa. It was so weird
to have these feelings reawakening, feelings he had fought for so long.
"Aishiteru," the pilot whispered softly, into the blond's ear.
"Heero, you know I don't speak Japanese," the Arabian said, but Quatre
didn't ask what he had said. Heero had a feeling he knew.
Heero, slowly turned him, so that he was looking into Quatre's crystal blue
eyes. Then, before the other boy could react, Heero leaned down and kissed
him softly. He felt him gasp, surprised, then slowly he returned the kiss,
this one longer than the first. As they pulled away, Quatre looked into
his eyes, confused and surprised.
"Heero? What about Duo?"
Heero pulled away, feeling guilty. He hadn't even thought about Duo.
Leave it to Quatre to bring him up. He couldn't even begin to explain
their relationship to the other boy... Hell, he didn't even understand it
himself. *Would Duo be upset?* he wondered. He wasn't the greatest at
predicting how people would react to things, but he knew if the situation
were reversed, he would understand. *It'll be ok,* he told himself. *Duo
will understand.*
"Don't worry about him," Heero said, after pausing for a long moment. He
leaned in again, and once again captured the small boy's mouth with his
own. Quatre shivered, as Heero ran his tongue over his bottom lip, softly,
requesting entrance.
~*~*~
Quatre quickly submitted, sliding his mouth open. He was surprised at the
pilot's gentleness.
Quatre slid his arms around the boys neck, and kissed him back harder.
*See, someone can love you,* a small voice in the back of his head told
him. *There's nothing wrong with you.*
He surprised himself by pushing the older boy back on to the couch and
kissing him with renewed passion. Heero didn't fight the small Arabian,
giving in to the boy's manipulation. Before either boy realized exactly
what was happening, Heero had unbuttoned Quatre's shirt and pulled it
almost completely off of the small boy.
Once Quatre realized he was partially undressed, he decided there was a
problem with this situation. Heero was wearing too many damn clothes.
Quatre grabbed the hem of Heero's green tank top and began to pull it off
of him. He broke the kiss and pulled away, so he could pull the shirt over
Heero's head. Once he had freed Heero of the garment, he dropped it on the
floor, and quickly added his own shirt to the pile. Then, he leaned over
and began kissing the Wing Zero pilot again. Heero was reaching for the
button on Quatre's pants when they heard the gasp from the doorway. Both
looked up quickly from what they were doing to the door, where their eyes
landed on a very upset Duo.
"Heero, how could you?" the braided boy whispered, before fleeing the
room, in tears...
Author's Note: So What'd ya think? Love it? Hate it? Undecided? Review
and let me know! The next part should be out by Friday, but I'm not sure
because... I have some general ideas, but I don't know what's happening
next... =P I told you I didn't know where this is going! What pairings
would you like to see in future parts? Anything you'd like to happen?
Tell me, and I just might use your idea, and of course, I would give you
credit! Well, Ja Ne!
Chapter 3