Devil Made Me Do It +
"When I was a kid...I remember
not liking my family at all," Quatre said slowly, fighting for words that
would wrap up his....abnormal, to say the least, upbringing into normal,
"Why was that?" Trowa asked gently, stroking the soft bangs out of Quatre's
Quatre smiled, looking up at the soft green eyes that held him captive
from his position resting in Trowa's lap. Why did he feel so happy here?
So at peace, so wonderfully open, so... comfortable?
"Well I had a lot of brothers and sisters...there were seven of us, I
was the eighth, the youngest."
"Did they pick on you?"
Quatre laughed, "No quite the opposite, my family is so very... nice.
I was always the trouble maker."
"Aaa," Trowa nodded as he scratched the back of Quatre's head, making
him purr like a kitten. "When did you leave home?"
"A while ago.... My father and I got into a huge fight -- I challenged
his authority and I lost. My oldest brother told me not to come back.
So I stuck it out on my own, and made myself a reasonable success...."
"Your parents must be proud of you," Trowa said softly.
Quatre snickered, "I highly doubt that."
"My parents are.......ummmmm..... extraordinarily strict. My very existence
seems to be a challenge to them. I know for certain my father doesn't
approve of the methods I've used to achieve what I have."
"You've been dishonest," Trowa noted.
"That's the understatement of the eon," Quatre chuckled.
"I'm sure they'll forgive you..."
Quatre smiled, if only Trowa knew exactly what was being confessed to
him, "What makes you say that?"
"Because inside you're a good person."
The words made a tiny part inside Quatre snap. He sprang out of the comfortable
little niche he had crafted in Trowa's lap and tightened his fists until
they were white. He was losing control. How could he? What was he doing
telling some stupid little human all about his past? What was he doing
opening up like this? He had let himself become weak.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Suddenly he really wanted to hurt Trowa. He wasn't sure how, but the overwhelming
peace the clumsy monk gave him infuriated him to the point of madness.
He wanted to hurt him, he wanted to show him how "good" he was inside...he
wanted to hurt him so badly that he would never even think of looking
at him again.
But no...no....that would ruin everything....calm down Quatre....stay
"Quatre what's wrong?" Trowa asked gently, his hand resting on Quatre's
"I.....I...no it's nothing...."
"Really Quatre....I want to help. Let me help please?"
"You can't help Trowa....I just....I don't know..." Quatre sighed. He
couldn't do this. Hurting Trowa would be satisfying at first and then
when he realized that the far greater pleasure had been ruined he would
regret. It was best to control himself and tolerate whatever Trowa's qualities
did to him.
"Come on," Trowa said quietly, pushing himself off the ground and away
from the tree. "Talking about your family has clearly upset you, let's
go do something to take your mind off it."
Quatre smirked, "You know what I do that really helps?"
Trowa shook his head.
"I break stuff."
"Quatre," Trowa said hesitantly. "Isn't this a graveyard?"
The question was loaded with curiosity and confirmed the statement Trowa
had made beforehand; that he really didn't know much about Western religions
Because they were, in fact, in a Christian style graveyard.
"Don't be silly Trowa, look how old and unkempt everything is. Does this
look like a place people bury their respected dead?"
Trowa looked around, his doubts still clearly written on his face, "I
"They're just old sculptures Trowa....mere junk to the people....see?
That one's overturned. If this was holy ground, wouldn't they keep it
in better condition?"
"I....guess so....I mean you would know better than I."
Quatre nodded sagely, "Yes, yes I would."
Trowa looked like some tourist who had suddenly been thrown from the busy
streets of Tokyo to a small rural area without warning. He had the most
bewildered look on his face, like he was searching for anything of even
the slightest interest to photograph as a monument. Quatre chuckled, curving
his hand around the estranged head of an angel and throwing it a good
five feet straight into a tree.
It made a satisfying shattering sound that startled Trowa out of his stupor.
"What was that?"
"Therapy," Quatre answered, wrapping one arm around Trowa's waist and
nestling his chin in the corner between Trowa's neck and his shoulder.
Trowa, jumped at the intimate touch, blushed and skidded away from him.
Quatre smiled and closed in on him again. "A little stressed Trowa-chan?
Why don't you try it?"
Trowa swallowed as Quatre's hand gently covered one of his own.
"It's wonderful treatment for.....frustration."
A sharp "Eep!" exploded from Trowa's mouth as Quatre squeezed his hand
just a little. This time he jumped at least a foot or two away, panting
slightly, eyes confused and troubled. "Quatre... you're trying to seduce
Quatre sighed comically and winked at him. "Is it that obvious?"
The bewildered monk could only nod silently.
"Does it offend you?"
There was a considerable pause as Quatre had hit upon the question that
really had no answer. Slowly Trowa shook his head. "It's just....that...you're
leaving soo--When are you leaving again?"
Damn, damn, damn, DAMN!!! Quatre thought. Seeing it as his only escape
from a question he really thought best not to answer, Quatre turned up
the seduction just a notch slipped his arms around Trowa's neck and said
happily, "It doesn't matter."
Trowa stepped back a little, his nerves failing him. "Quatre....I don't
think...I mean...this isn't a good id--"
"Of course it's not a good idea," Quatre grinned, drawing his face closer
to Trowa's and sliding a thick rock into his hand. "No one said anything
about it being a good idea...But it makes you feel so good inside to see
something shattered and broken and to know that you broke it. These thing
are worthless Trowa-chan ... there's no harm in breaking them. Don't think
of it as destroying it ... think of it as creating something new."
Trowa blinked, "What are we talking about now?"
"Here ... see that cross right there?" Quatre pointed.
"Throw the rock at it as hard as you can," Quatre purred.
All it took was one gentle squeeze of Trowa's rump and the young monk's
subconscious neatly obeyed. Trowa was funny like that -- catch him off
guard enough and he'd spontaneously do anything that would 'resolve' the
Quatre leaned up to nibble on Trowa's throat, and the tip of his tongue
just barely touched the salty golden skin as the shattering sound rang
again in his ears. He expected Trowa to pull away, he did not expect the
skin to fall practically on top of him as Trowa passed out.
Quatre blinked but quickly supported Trowa's now limp body, sighing heavily
and rolling his eyes. "Trowa you idiot."
Quatre placed another cold cloth on Trowa's forehead, patting it down
a little to make sure the skin absorbed it. He wasn't altogether sure
why he was doing this since he didn't particularly think that having a
cold, wet head helped fainting any, but it was one of those silly little
things he had seen humans do to the unconscious. He figured if nothing
else he was keeping with the proper tradition.
Trowa groaned and stirred a little. Quatre watched his eyes flutter open
quickly and his hand automatically coeme to rest on the bridge of his
nose ... apparently another tradition of the occasion. "Quatre?" he asked
"Yes, I'm right here."
His gentle, soft hands stroked Trowa's bangs away from his face as Trowa
asked his next question, "Where am I?"
"Back at the temple..." Quatre said.
"Wha---How did I get back here?"
How indeed. Never let it be said that the Dark Angel didn't work his ass
off on his little projects. Shortly after Trowa fainted he found himself
at a loss at what to do. They were in the middle of nowhere, and Trowa
presented a considerable dead weight being both taller and of a broader
build-- though not by much-- than Quatre. At first he tried to revive
him, but when that failed he had no choice but to bring him home. And
that forced him to get a little creative.
Ok, very creative ... being the devil had its perks.
"Ummm ...how are you feeling?" Quatre dodged.
"All right... better than before." Trowa blushed as he remembered the
exact circumstances of 'before' and fiddled nervously with the edge of
the light blanket Quatre had covered him with. "Look Quatre... I'm sorry
about-- what happened."
"You don't have to apologize," Quatre said evenly. "I understand, you're
not in to this kind of thing..."
"No, that's not it at all Quatre..." Trowa said softly.
"Oh?" One beautiful thin blond eyebrow questioned him. "Then if I didn't
scare you, why the fainting?"
"Well.....you did scare me....but only because... I think I'm in love
with you, Quatre..."
A pause, then softly, "You shouldn't say things like that, Trowa."
"Now who's afraid?"
"I'm not afraid, but you shouldn't say things like that..."
He leaned forwarded a bit, "And why's that?"
"Because," Quatre said sadly, then moving in on him until their noses
touching he whispered, "it makes me really horny."
He let loose an amused chuckle as Trowa's eyes grew as wide as dinner
plates and shattered just as well when Quatre added, "Maybe we should
be a little naughty."
For a brief moment Quatre thought Trowa might actually faint again as
he was swaying awkwardly. But Trowa managed to blink it out and mirror
Quatre's trademarked smirk perfectly.
For a second Quatre panicked, evil grins were generally speaking not good
signs. Perhaps he had taken it a bit too far...
"Okay," Trowa said.
"Okay, take me. Right here. Right now..."
He felt his jaw slip and fall open. He wasn't sure how to respond to that,
other than fuck Trowa silly without anymore questions. Something was preventing
that, though. Some kind of attachment he could quite figure.
"Gotcha." Trowa winked, laughing hardly and grinning like the fool he
Quatre blinked then scowled and curled his legs up to his chest, pouting
just slightly as he spoke. "Tease. And to think that I took care of you."
Trowa, still snickering, patted Quatre softly on the head. "You just can't
take a joke."
"Hm!" Quatre snorted, flipping his bangs out of his eyes and turning up
his nose. "Not when it's at the expense of my libido, no." He paused then
added, "But you must be hungry Trowa I'll go get---"
The bashful monk grabbed his hand before Quatre could leave his side.
"No, stay.... I just confessed that I'm in love with you. You have no
idea how paranoid it makes me when you just make up excuses to leave."
"How is my concern for your nutrition an excuse?"
Trowa's voice suddenly lost its playfulness. "Quatre..... if you don't
feel the same, I understand. Just please don't string me along...."
Quatre looked down quickly, his mind trying to comprehend the frenzy of
emotions spinning through his soul. He fidgeted as he felt Trowa staring
at him, waiting, and each moment of silence was certainly ripping his
quarry away from him. "I'm not sure how I feel, Trowa. I feel something
for you, I admit that much. But I've made my fortune crushing love out
of people. I wouldn't know it if I felt it....and I certainly don't deserve
"Don't say that," Trowa soothed as he brushed Quatre's bangs away from
his face. "You deserve it just because you've never felt it before."
"Oh Trowa.. If only you knew..."
"I do know," Trowa said as he pulled Quatre to his chest, embracing him
lightly but tenderly. "You're Quatre Winner, and I'm in love with you
so there's nothing you can do about it."
Quatre snickered and sighed, "You smell good... like incense... Me like."
"Good to know."
Quatre leaned closer, rubbing his nose between the slight definition of
Trowa's pectoral muscles. "Ummmm....me really like. Wonder what you taste
like." Little licks followed that. Small kisses as Quatre moved up Trowa's
neck, then down again.
The floor was cool and hard and to Quatre much better suited for sex than
the soft futon Trowa had been resting on. Of course he liked his sex dirty,
or at least he had until lately when his thoughts he been invaded by fantasies
about kissing Trowa, stroking, and....
Quatre pulled back, taking up Trowa's soft hand with his own. His thumb
began running little circles over Trowa's knuckles, bringing them to his
lips soon after and licking each one gently. His tongue barely ran over
Soon his mouth wondered down to Trowa's long elegant fingers, swallowing
them slowly and sucking lightly. Trowa moaned and tried to pull his finger
away, wanting to direct Quatre's interest elsewhere. Quatre grinned and
bit lightly. "Now, now...I'm going to take my time with you," he whispered.
The light growl that rolled over those words made Trowa swallow and lick
his lips eagerly. He was nervous, that much was obvious, but Quatre liked
it that way. Virgins were always so much more fun, he thought with a smirk.
He caught Trowa's lips with his own as he gently worked his hand under
the soft cotton of Trowa's shirt. He parted their mouths slightly and
licked the bare edge of Trowa's bottom lip. If fell open obediently with
a small sigh and Quatre forced them together again so that his tongue
could explore the walls of Trowa's mouth.
He curved the tip of his tongue under the soft belly of Trowa's, his hand
reaching a pert nipple at the same time. Trowa tensed up, a small gasp
escaping him. Quatre grinned and scooped his arm around Trowa's back,
keeping him relatively still. His fingers slowly rubbed one nipple in
tiny circles, barely touching it.
Trowa shuddered with pleasure as his shirt was removed and Quatre straddled
him, pressing his hardness up against him. There was something forceful
and conniving about Quatre now. Something cold and withdrawn keeping him
away from Trowa's touch.
Yes, that was it. Quatre was pulling away from him.
With every kiss, every stroke, every small pleasure Quatre was pulling
further away from him. He was delivering intimacy with coldness.
"Quatre," Trowa panted out. "Stop."
For a moment Quatre didn't even hesitating in not stopping. He
pinned Trowa's arms above him and continued licking and nipping the sensitive
skin before him. But a small whimper that escaped Trowa's lips must have
made him reconsider his action, because he sat up and moved off him.
Trowa took in Quatre's expression, trying to figure out exactly what was
wrong. He seemed puzzled, but not with Trowa's sudden request. He seemed
more puzzled at himself.
"What's wrong?" Quatre asked very quietly. His voice was firm, and made
cold by the lack of emotions running through it.
"I want you, that's what's wrong."
"I was giving you me," Quatre snorted, a trace of annoyance in
Yes, Quatre was definitely running from something. Perhaps he was nervous?
Trowa smiled, the sort of smile he give naughty children when they were
wracked with guilt and crawled over to Quatre. He ended up supporting
his weight just above Quatre's form with his upper body.
Quatre looked up at him with wide bewildered eyes. He was dressed in black
as always-- three buttons had been undone in their foreplay though, exposing
soft creamy flesh-- legs parted and weight shifted back on his arms as
he reclined casually.
"What are you doing?" he asked. He had intended it to sound cold, but
he had lost any conviction in his voice.
"Kissing you," Trowa breathed as he slowly closed the space between them,
taking Quatre's lips gently.
He felt Quatre relax and watched his blond lover's confused turquoise
eyes slide closed blissfully. This lasted only a few moments before Quatre's
senses returned to him and he pulled back so violently he fell out of
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "What are you trying to
do Trowa? Are you going to save my soul? Are you going to love me until
I forget what a demon I am?
"You're good, you know. I keep forgetting who I am..... I have a reputation
to uphold you know? There are certain things I just can't do, certain
things I just can't feel."
Damn him, Quatre thought, he thinks he knows, he keeps giving me this
knowing little smile like he understands...
"You can feel them here," Trowa assured quietly. If he was hurt by Quatre
vicious tone, he gave no indication of it. It infuriated Quatre even more,
to have someone love him so much. "I can keep your secrets here for you.
There's nothing you can't let yourself feel."
"Except love....I can't fall in love, I can't fall in love, I can't..."
Quatre repeated to himself. Squinting his eyes shut and burying his face
in Trowa's chest his fists pounding weakly on Trowa's shoulders.
"Goddamn you, you just don't understand.. You just don't understand that
you're not supposed to love me. You're suppose to worship me, adore me,
devote yourself to me, but you're NOT SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME!!!!"
"Why not?" Trowa asked softly. "I like loving you. You're a nice person
to love. It's fun."
Moments passed before Trowa realized that Quatre was laughing. "Fun, huh?
No one's ever said that before Trowa. What's so fun about loving Sat---me?"
Trowa smirked, his lips barely touching the tip of Quatre's ear as he
whispered, "Will you let me show you?"
Quatre's eyes glittered with mischief. "Trowa, you are one naughty monk,"
"I'll consider that a yes," Trowa remarked as he lowered Quatre to the
floor and began undoing the buttons to his tailored black silk shirt.
"I won't let you get away with this," Quatre teased. "I shall have my
"Oh?" Trowa asked in between kisses. "And what will that entail?"
"I'm going to take you home with me and fuck you senseless.."
Trowa laughed, "to pay me back for taking you home and fucking
Quatre didn't respond to that, he didn't want to admit that he wasn't
dominating Trowa, and that he was enjoying it. Satan the uke....God, if
that got out he'd never live it down.
The slight brush of Trowa's hands over his hardened cock suddenly changed
his focus. Trowa was clumsy in a wonderful, wonderful way. The soft pleasure
Quatre got from Trowa desperately trying to get his pants off was sinful.
"You could help me here," Trowa growled in his ear.
"No, I'm fine," his blond partner smirked. His fingers seeped under the
soft fabric of Trowa's pants and teased the soft flesh on his hip gently.
"You look a little flushed, Trowa. Sure you don't want to lie down?"
Trowa devoured Quatre cocky smile before responding. "Not a chance. You're
my guest remember?"
"Ahhh...that's right the pleasures of serving, huh?" Quatre said as he
discarded his pants and slid under Trowa.
"No underwear?" Trowa asked curiously.
Quatre shrugged, "I was planning on getting laid today."
"Yes really," Quatre said as he nibbled on Trowa's chin. "I'm not tied
down to you or anything, and there's always so much sexual tension between
us. If I don't get some relief soon I'll probably explode."
Quatre was much more effective at stripping what remained of Trowa's clothes.
Before long they were both bare on the naked wood floor. There was a chill
on their skin, but it was quickly overtaken away by the flush of heated
bodies. Trowa loved the closeness of feeling Quatre all over him. The
warmth, the pressure, the feel of living skin moving over the very edge
The need was insistent. Foreplay was short.
"Quatre, I don't really--"
"It's okay," Quatre smiled. "I'll be right back."
Trowa watched Quatre plod off in all his naked glory to points unknow.
He found himself admiring Quatre's firm ass instead of wondering what
he was doing digging through the closet.
Quatre returned with a small container of oil. He had done this enough
times to know creative things to use for lube. This time, though, he was
happy that he could find a bottle of simple clear lamp oil. He really
wasn't in the mood for peanut butter tonight.
"Give me your hand."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and smeared oil across his fingers, lightly as
not to rub it in, and settled himself down on the floor. "Stick them in."
"Excuse me?" Trowa blinked.
"Stick. Them. In," Quatre repeated, more firmly this time.
Hesitantly, Trowa rubbed Quatre's tight hole, surprised when it relaxed
easily and one finger slid in.
"I'm not exactly a virgin, Trowa. Now just stick another one in and stretch
it a little. That should do the trick."
Trowa could feel his cheeks swell and flush. "I don't need you to instruct
me," he mumbled between gritted teeth.
Quatre laughed, "Oh yes you do... I saw that look on your face. You wouldn't
know what end to stick in if I didn't tell you!"
Trowa blushed deeply and in his haste ended up pushing his fingers harder
into Quatre. Quatre laughter was abruptly cut off by sharps moans. "Oh...Trowa...do
"What now?" Trowa asked hesitantly.
"Oh wait, what's this? Trowa Barton sexual expert wants me to inform
him how to fuck me good and proper?"
"Oh, shut up. They didn't exactly train me in this."
Quatre smirked wildly and stroked Trowa's bang, laughing again. "Were
you expecting an FAQ? 'I have my lover all lubed up and two fingers up
his ass what do I do now?' "
"Oh, you're so testy when you're horny," Quatre exclaimed. He blinked
and then exploded with laughter at his own pun.
Trowa's frown deepened, "I'm glad you find this funny..."
Quatre smiled and kissed Trowa softly on the lips. "I'm sorry, love. I
didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Now, I'm ready so you can take out
your fingers." Despite his words, Quatre moaned at the loss of Trowa's
presence inside him. "Now....just... Oh goddamnit, do I really have to
explain this part to you?"
"No," Trowa laughed. "I think I got it.... That's it?"
"Yes, please for the love of all things holy just fuck me!!!"
Trowa's erection pushed up against Quatre's small hole gently, almost
as if he was entering a thin ring of crystal. Quatre sighed impatiently
and pushed up against him, sliding him in just a little further. "I'm
not going to break."
Frustrated Quatre grabbed what he could of Trowa's hips and pushed him
forward, impaling him on Trowa's cock. "Ahhhhh..," he sighed happily.
"That's what I'm talking about. Now move."
Trowa didn't need any clarification on that. Quatre was squeezing him
so tightly he thought he might go insane. He moved deep inside Quatre,
increasing his speed with each thrust. Going deeper, harder, faster. He
could only barely hear Quatre moaning under him, his senses were so flooded
Quatre smiled and took Trowa's hand in his own, guiding it down to his
swelling erection. Trowa followed his lead and began pumping hard, almost
too lost in his own sensations to have any idea the effect this had on
Quatre who was writhing in pure pleasure.
He felt a warmth building up inside of him. It was pleasant at first but
soon grew so intense it was almost painful. His toes tingled. It was like
electricity was being run through his whole body. He cried out and felt
himself release with a sudden shutter.
Quatre was panting below him, dazed and satisfied himself. He wiggled
out a little, then pulled Trowa down- resting Trowa's head on his chest-
and dozed off.
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