Comforts

Chapter 3:Barbed Wire
by Kracken

3x4

Barbed Wire

It was good to keep waking with someone warm in my arms. It was
something that I could get used to, but I knew better than to wish
for it now. Waking my new lover was almost painful, but I knew that
we couldn't stay any longer.

Quatre's grip around my waist was tight and sure. He said, sounding
as if he had been awake already, "I never want to forget this
moment. When things are bleakest, I will remember the sound of your
heartbeat and know what I'm fighting for."

I grimaced. Not for me, I thought, but kept it to myself. A war
couldn't be won for a gypsy mercenary who really didn't care if the
war ended or not. Still, I had to say something. We had talked about
regrets and I didn't want him to think that any of them were
mine. "I don't want to lose you," I said, and couldn't go on.
Promises were lies and I wouldn't lie to him.

I had said the right thing, though. A kiss found my lips and he
squeezed with surprising strength. I was let go, then, and he and I
found our way out of the rubble into the watery light of a smoky
dawn.
He stretched, even while we both kept low, and looked like a cat
when he yawned. I couldn't help chuckling as I finger combed my hair
and tried to gage where the fighting was.

A hand tangled in mine, suddenly, and I looked into blue eyes that
held some embarrassment. Quatre struggled and then said, "I knew
that I wasn't like... everyone else.... but I never considered...
being with anyone before last night."

It was an admission of his virginity and maybe a hunt for some
reassurance, I thought. Even in our day, people could still talk of
perversion and get ugly about two men loving each other. It wasn't a
small thing, to take that leap from being on the fence about his
sexuality.

I smiled and gripped his hand hard. I gave him a small bow that made
him laugh and said, "I am honored." When he fell to a grin again, I
pulled him close and said in his ear, "I hope that I will be your
second as well."

He blushed deep red and looked down. I released his hand and tried
to ease the moment. "If we keep towards that ridge, we should skirt
the perimeter of the fighting. If it breaks our way, though..." I
halted any speculation. We both knew our danger.

Quatre nodded his understanding and we began to walk. It was long,
hard, and miserable. Hunger grew into a beast within us both before
we managed to slip through enemy lines and reach our pickup point; a
deserted house with only half a roof. Supplies and a com unit were
hidden under floorboards and it was a blessedly short time before
Heero appeared in a jump ship.

Damn dangerous things, they were a collection of steel bars made
into a pilot cage, with huge thrusters and stabilizers. They could
pull more gs than any vehicle built and go vertical into space in
forty heartbeats, though a pilot might not be alive before free
fall. The ships didn't have enough space for an artificial gravity
module. It was excellent for getting in and out of hot zones,
though. I hated them.

We squeezed into the cage and Heero tripped the shields at the same
time that he hit thrusters. Explosions detonated all around us as
our enemy tried to stop our take off. We were up and going vertical
before they could zero our position, though, and I doubt that there
was any pilot better than Heero in avoiding anything aimed at us
airborne. While we were plastered back in the cage, he was defying
gravity and operating the machine. The man's strength was
frightening and that state of mind that let him operate under any
condition, made me question his humanity.

When the machine rolled, I nearly threw up. It's true that I'm an
acrobat of the highest calibre, but I had never had to perform under
enough gs to squash bugs. Heero slipped into a flight pattern that
was suicide, dodging in and out of cloud banks without a single
instrument on board to tell us our position. Jump ships were
stripped for a purpose, one to make them light, and two to keep them
from being picked up on detection equipment.

"Six o' clock!" Quatre suddenly yelled and I was amazed to see him
wide eyed and checking for enemy at every angle. I just wanted to
curl up around a support and close my eyes, but he was actively
engaged in helping Heero.

The ship banked in response to Quatre's warning and missile fire
strafed the clouds close by us. As Heero dived to take us between
mountains, I felt as if my skin had left my bones. I know I blacked
out briefly and then came to with a pounding headache and Quatre
gripping my shoulder anxiously.

"Okay," I slurred and blinked as Heero suddenly dropped straight
down into what seemed like certain death into treetops. He slipped
easily between tree trunks, though, angling the ship sideways at the
last moment onto a pad of dirt under the shadow of a cliff face.

We waited anxiously as Heero shut the engines down, but nothing
pursued us. He allowed himself a grim smile and then he was punching
a button that folded back the shielding and hopping out as if he had
just gone for walk in the park. I was slower, every muscle
protesting and my mind still convinced that we were still weaving in
and out of mountains. Quatre was right beside me, a hand on my
elbow, as we made our way to a primitive hanger for our Gundams.

"Hey, buddy!" Duo yelled as he hopped down from a low platform by
the foot of his Deathscythe. He wiped grease from his hands onto a
rag as he approached Heero. "Did you give 'em hell?"

Heero shrugged, as if Duo annoyed him, and said, "Of course, " but
the satisfied smile hadn't left his lips. Duo, in that priest
uniform that still puzzled me, grinned at him and then looked past
him to us.

"You guys all right?" he called.

"Now we are," Quatre replied wearily.

"Nothing a bed and a meal won't cure," I replied.

"We're supposed to be a team, remember?" Duo admonished us. "Quatre
takes off and crashes and you go after him without any backup. We
can't afford to lose anybody to the dumbass disease."

"He saved my life!" Quatre suddenly snapped, and then, when Duo's
eyes went wide, he shook his head and rubbed his forehead. "I'm
sorry... I'm tired... later."

Duo blinked and then rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I
understand," he said."Let's debrief later. Come on, Heero. " He
turned to Heero, where the man was stripping his flight suit."You
can debrief me now."

Duo snickered, but Heero looked irritated. He was wearing shorts and
a tshirt that clung with sweat to his muscled body. He pulled it
away from his skin in disgust and Duo wrinkled his nose.

"Hit the showers and then debrief me?" Duo suggested. Heero nodded
and headed in that direction.

Trowa grimaced. He couldn't imagine those two together. It didn't
make any sense, but then neither did Chang WuFei's fascination with
Trieze. He supposed, looking at himself and Quatre, that their new
relationship probably seemed just as odd.

"Are they going to..." Quatre's voice trailed off and I looked at
him. He was pink to his ears, eyes wide. Having sex tends to give
you new eyes and new ears for picking up innuendos.

"I hope not," I groaned. "It's not something I want to think about."
I worked a sore arm and then gave him a tender look. "Do you want
them to know about us?"

Our relationship might be an embarrassment to him in other company.
I saw him look concerned, but he wasn't realizing consequences, he
was thinking about me. "If that's what you want?"

I chuckled. "No, it's of no concern to me."

He looked relieved and then hooked an arm around me. "Good, because
I think you need help to your bunk."

It wasn't a long walk, but something began heating up halfway there
and it didn't respect a bodies weariness or pain. It wanted and it
felt safe enough, at last, to take it. My hand slid down from
Quatre's waist to a hard hip that flexed as he walked. He glanced at
me and a small smile played on his lips. Permission? I hoped that it
was.

My room had a lock on the door and a hard bunk with a scratchy
blanket. It was more than I was used to, though, and Quatre didn't
seem to mind as he turned, pressed against me, and tried to eat my
lips as I maneuvered us to it and sat down.

Virgin. New to this. Don't go too fast. My mind was full of advice,
but neither of us were listening. My shirt was peeled off and clever
hands were tugging at my belt and zipper while I tasted Quatre's
neck and nuzzled my face into his hair. We both needed a shower. We
were both covered in road dust and the smell of burnt jump ship
fuel. It didn't matter. It was as if they were aphrodisiacs,
reminding us of our shared adventure, our share danger. We
undressed, almost ripping our clothes in our haste.

My Quatre was strong and slim under his clothes. I was long, hard,
and lean. We battled for supremacy, clutching, pushing, and pulling
until we sorted ourselves out and Quatre was beneath me, my weight
pressing him down into the thin mattress. His legs wrapped around
me, muscled thighs squeezing tight and perfect feet locking behind
the small of my back. He arched and stretched his arms above his
head, looking at me with passion filled blue eyes that were
fearless. He let me shove my erection against him, dry humping
against his smooth skin and leaving a hot trail of precum. His hands
came down and twisted in my hair.

I tried to think as I bit his neck and then licked with a rasping
tongue down to his collar bone. I needed... yet I didn't have
anything. We were both leaking hard, ready to come already as we
writhed together. I reached down and coated myself with our heat, as
well as Quatre. As I worked a finger into him, I hoped I was slick
enough to pass a tight, untried entrance.

I wouldn't hurt him. His feet unlocked and he looked nervous,
letting me stretch him and knowing what I intended. I needed him to
tell me what he wanted.

"Love," I breathed as he loosened. "Tell me..."

"It's... okay..." Quatre breathed back, and his legs lifted,
uncertain and hesitant, not sure how we were going to do what he
expected was about to happen.

Footsteps walked the hallway outside. Quatre's eyes darted that way,
but no one tried the door and they passed on, It was a warning not
to make too much noise and it felt somewhat exciting, knowing that
our comrades were out there, perhaps oblivious... perhaps not, to
what we were doing.

I coated myself again with my precum, glad that I was that excited
for Quatre's sake. When I pushed him up, curling him and bringing
his entrance to me, it was all I could do not to shoot my load,
right then and there, as I touched the head of my erection there.

Quatre shivered and his eyes half closed, anticipating pain. His
hand on me hurt. He was clutching. "Push out," I suggested, "and
relax."

He tried, taking a deep breath and then letting it out. I felt him
flex against me and that's when I slowly worked inside of him. He
looked ready to abort everything right then, eyes going wide, but
then he bit his lip and let out another long breath. I pressed past
the tightness and sheathed myself in heaven. My hips bore down,
seating me fully, and Quatre closed his eyes tight, his fingers
making bruises on my shoulders.

Quatre's body relaxed all at once, loosening to my assault. It was
heat and passion and slapping bodies together after that. Quatre
discovered the intense pleasure of what we were doing and all
control left him. He became a demon of desire in my arms as we found
completion in a groaning orgasm that shook us both to our cores.

We collapsed together, nuzzling and kissing and I smiled, sated, at
my lover as he gave me a drowsy smile in return.

"Trowa Barton," Quatre said at last, through gritted teeth as he
gave my face a sharp pat. "You are on the bottom next time, got
that?"

I grinned. "Sore?"

"That hardly describes it... but..." Quatre seemed to be
assessing. "That was damned good."

He chuckled and it was a sweet sound.

"OH, GOD HEERO!" A muffled voice, full of passion, suddenly came
through the wall.

"Shut up idiot, they'll hear you!" Heero's voice barked back,
sounding strained.

I grimaced and Quatre blushed to the roots of his hair. "I'll never
understand that," I told him.

Quatre grinned and traced a finger around one of my nipples. "And
they won't understand about us, either, I'm sure."

I snorted, thinking about our very different lives, and then
shrugged. "They always say, war makes unlikely bedfellows." I
gathered Quatre to me and decided to drown out our neighbors with
some noise of our own.

 

 

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