Author: Mercury
Notes: minna-- this is a YAOI fic... it gets limish later on... it's definitely OOC... um, and it's a weird pairing-- namely 4x1. so if you don't like, don't read! okeydokey?
Disclaimer: oh, and i don't own the gw boys... *sniff sniff, pout*
Chained to You song by savage garden
*...* are thoughts
~... are lyrics
Quatre Raberba Winner was confused. Sitting in the dining room, his blond hair shifting in the light breeze that wafted through the open windows, he wondered for the umpteenth time what was wrong with himself. Duo had asked him to join the rest on a picnic, but Quatre had declined, politely saying that he had work to do. In reality though, Quatre was miserable.
It had been two weeks since the incident... the night when he had bared his heart to the perfect soldier, kissed him and held him in his arms-- **And Heero kissed me back... it didn't matter that we didn't do anything that night, as long as we were together...**
But since then nothing had happened. **Everytime something starts happening between us, he backs down. Am I doing something wrong?!** Quatre thought unconsciously wringing his hands in frustration. Sure he'd been able to pry kisses out of Heero every once in a while between missions, but he wasn't really one to take the initiative in relationships. He'd expected the ever strong and blunt Heero to be more of the type. Yet Heero wasn't doing anything!
**If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to avoid me!** But Heero wouldn't take missions just to get away, would he?
"Who am I kidding?" Quatre said aloud to nobody. Biting his lower lip, he finally let his mind focus on the one worry he couldn't dismiss.
"What if he changed his mind?"
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~we were standing all alone
you were leaning in to speak to me~
Heero routinely destroyed the mobile suits, attacking them with deceptive ease.
~acting like a mover shaker dancing to madonna then you kissed me~
A memory of a blond haired pilot and his sweet blissful expression as he'd danced oblivious to the music surfaced in Heero's mind. And he missed the suit moving in to catch him from behind.
"Damn," he muttered, quickly countering the unexpected attack but not before being banged around a couple times.
~and i think about it all the time...~
Finally, he finished them off and blasted the factory they'd been guarding. As the flames rose though, his mind wandered back to the boy--
~sweet temptation rush all over me~
Pushing the image of the blond boy away, he gathered his wits together and changed Wing into bird mode and started back to the safe house.
~and i think about it all the time...~
Even with Heero's firm determination not to think about him, somehow Quatre found a way back into the pilot's thoughts.
"Quatre..." Heero muttered with a soft catch to his voice.
The Arabian was smart, nice, sweet, beautiful, and in love with him, the roughest of them all. *Why couldn't he have picked Trowa? or Duo?* Heero thought then shook his head at the pang of jealousy that the image of Quatre with another brought up. Heero couldn't deny anymore that he cared about Quatre a lot, even though they had never really said anything out loud. But--
Things had not been working out. Every time things had started to heat up between them, Heero had gotten...
*that weird feeling... getting prickly all over, heart beating too quickly, pain almost like I'm going to die but worse... is it fear?*
Whatever it was, he could not control it, and that is what truly scared him. Everytime he was hit with that feeling, he'd suddenly find himself running from the source, which was always Quatre, the one person he wanted to run to.
It was getting more frequent now too, which is why he'd begun taking as many missions as he could just to stay away from Quatre and those funny feelings he kept getting inside...
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"What if he never really wanted me?" Quatre asked himself aloud, staring out the window at the sky and too distracted to notice the figure in black approaching him from behind.
"Of course he wants you!!" Duo practically shouted in Quatre's ear, slapping him on the back in his usual friendly manner.
The blond jumped and squeaked, letting go reflexively of the teacup he'd been holding and automatically reaching for a gun that wasn't with him at the moment.
"Jeez, you're jittery today..." Duo exclaimed as he regarded the boy who now sighed and acknowledged him with a nod and a faint "Duo," before he started cleaning up the broken ceramic pieces on the floor. "Anyway, if you were talking about Heero," Duo added kneeling to Quatre's level, "I meant what i said before. He does care about you."
"I know, at least, I think so too-- I mean, he seemed to show that, but sometimes-- ohh I'm just so confused!" Quatre finished with a desperate tone to his voice.
"Never fear, Quatre. Shinigami is here!" Duo answered striking a pose. (forgive my silliness here, i just had to add this in!)
Quatre sweatdropped, then they both popped into sd form. "Now tell me good citizen, what has Heero been doing to upset you so?"
"Oh, Shinigami, he's been ignoring me, and running away from me, and leaving me unfulfilled--" chibi Quatre starts bawling.
"There, there, now don't cry, a beautiful boy like yourself should never have to be sexually unsatisfied! It is a sin! and since Heero isn't doing anything, in the name of Shinigami--"
"Duo..."
The two boys turned around and were met with three sets of glaring eyes.
"Eh, heh heh, ano, how long have you guys been there?" Duo asked with a sweatdrop, already starting to creep away.
"Kisama!! Omae o KOROSU!" shouted Wufei, to which Duo immediately responded, "Hey, that's not your line!--" before meeping and jumping away just in time to avoid a nasty slash by Wufei's sword.
"Oi! C'mon Wu, it was all in fun, honest! Quatre just needed some cheering up! I wasn't *really* gonna do any--ACK! not the braid!"
Trowa watched the pair disappear upstairs still making a racket. *Hn, five minutes more foreplay and they should be ready for me...* Trowa thought with an almost undetectable smile gracing his face at the thought of his lively lovers. But the smile faded as he turned to glance at the remaining pair.
Quatre was timidly approaching Heero with a shy smile on his face.
"Heero?" he searched the perfect soldier's face for some sign of acceptance. Then, there in those eyes, a spark of something. Love? Desire?
The light in those cobalt blue orbs continued to grow, and Quatre, encouraged, took another step forward.
Wrong move. The light shut off and the blank gaze suddenly registered something Quatre had never seen in those eyes. Fear.
In reflex, he stepped forward wanting to comfort him, but as usual, Heero backed away, mumbled some excuse and quickly fled his presence.
Quatre's eyes were a bit bright as he stared at the door Heero had fled through.
"Dammit!" Quatre swore sinking to his knees, clenched fists raised. **So close but yet so far... why won't you make up your mind heero... why won't you let me get close anymore?**
Then the blond looked up as he heard footsteps approaching him. Trowa. Trowa with a very strange look in his eye. Quatre didn't recognize it, but brushed it aside instead dully asking, "You saw?"
"Yeah."
"What am I doing wrong, Trowa? Am I going too fast? Everytime I reach out to him, he starts to respond and then he suddenly gets cold and brushes me away. He didn't even look jealous when Duo was saying those things before..."
Looking up, the Arabian was surprised to see a faint grin and that odd look in those usually emotionless eyes.
"Trowa...?"
"... Have you ever tried seducing him?"
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Heero found himself alone with his gundam in an empty hangar. He just couldn't believe that fear had made him run again. Fear of that feeling, the feeling that now came up just by looking at his angel.
~Passion desire so intense~
Even now, just thinking about him started them up again. It was just a damn feeling-- and yet that feeling could and did wreck more havoc on heero's spirit than the thousands of battles had ever done. *Argh, what's wrong with me??! am i sick?!*
*yes. sick for him.* a voice deep inside told him.
*No!!*
*admit it. you admitted it before, to yourself, to Duo, even to Quatre. why are you hiding from the obvious?* the voice droned on.
*I-- I... he's a weakness.*
*you're afraid.* It spoke truth.
*No! ... yes. I don't understand how he can have so much control over me.*
*you love him, right?* still more truth.
*...*
*now you just have to trust him.* this time it spoke reason. Half of Heero could see the reason, yet the other half...
*But all the control-- if I lose it, I might... i don't want to hurt him--*
*trust heero. trust yourself, and trust him.*
*But I-- chikushoooo--*
"I CAN'T!!"
~I can't take anymore because
I feel the magic all around you
it's bringing me to my knees
like a wannabe
i've got to be chained to you~
Heero shook out the annoying voices in his head and concentrated on distracting himself from... from...
~And when you looked into my eyes
felt a sudden sense of urgency~
With a frustrated growl, Heero threw his tools on the ground. He couldn't even concentrate on fixing his damn gundam becuase of him...
~Fascination casts a spell
and you became more than just a mystery~
Heero glared at his shaking hands, willing them to stop. Never had something affected him so much before... Finally, he decided he was calm enough to all outward appearances to get up. He straightened his back and began to walk slowly back to his room to sleep off his unease. Maybe whatever God was out there would be nice for one night and let him sleep without dreams...
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"C'mon Quatre, I'm sure Heero will react to this one!" The braided one held up a leather speedo, vest and fingerless gloves, complete with a whip and leather mask.
Quatre was blushing so hard he had to look away to cool down. "Ah... um, I don't think so..."
"Why not? Trowa gets a big kick out of it everytime mmf mmf-- wears it! It's the justice outfit-- mmf mmmm..."
"Kisama!! That's cheating!" Wufei exclaimed as he yanked back his hand from where it had been holding Duo's mouth shut.
That was when Quatre's nose started spurting blood and he started edging toward the door.
Duo chuckled, turning to Trowa. "Well, it was worth a try..."
"I don't think that it's the type of costume that Heero would respond to in his current state..." Trowa replied.
Wufei simply hn'd and snatched his clothes back from Duo.
Duo cast a side long glance at the banged boy, "Might scare him off you mean? We~ell... lessee what else we got then..."
"It's okay, Duo, I think I can come up with my own clothes..." Quatre started and was immediately met by dismayed objections. In the end, Quatre convinced his overly helpful friends that he was thankful for their help but that he could manage on his own... but not before Duo made Wufei demonstrate his special catwalk...
As Quatre left the trio behind, Duo smiled slowly. "Y'know, if Quatre made it through this without fainting from blood loss, he might actually pull this off!"
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~And i think about you all the time
Is this fate is it my destiny?~
...Heero walked up the stairs, mind focused only on taking a shower, getting ready for bed and...
*Oh. my. god.*
Hand still resting on the doorknob, Heero could only stare slack jawed at the sight before him.
Quatre once more moved to the music-- but this time he was well aware of his audience.
Faded and frayed jeans covered most of his legs, but flashes of pale skin was visible here and there. The fly was up but the button had been left open... white, semi-transparent shirt flowed over the firm muscles of his back and chest, with the top bottons undone... his hair was wild and uncombed, the unruly bangs hiding half slitted eyes--
Then Quatre stopped dancing and turned to face the stunned boy at the door. "Heero." his voice was soft yet entrancing, and had a quality that made it seem like it was a thousand times louder than the music.
Cobalt blue eyes met sparkling green ones.
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**What the hell was I thinking???** Quatre asked himself for the third time since Heero had entered the room. **I must have been crazy--thinking that I could pull off a seduction of Heero Yuy, much less get him to come out of his shell...**
He felt the cold blue gaze raking over his scantily clad body as if he were nothing but a piece of furniture.
**He looks like he's gonna kill me!** For a moment, Quatre considered this possibility as he opened up his shields enough to sense a deep and furious turmoil emanating from the Japanese pilot.
~flashback~
"Quatre, omae wo korosu."
~end~
Was it really that long ago that Heero had said those words to him?
**Yes... it was and still is a possibility that he might have to kill me,** Quatre admitted to himself reluctantly.
Tender, anxious aqua eyes searched those cold blue depths once more. **But somehow, I still trust you Heero. And it hurts. It really hurts.**
Quatre smiled then, a faint self mocking upward turn of his gentle lips. **At least he isn't running from me though--**
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*I will not run. I will not run. I will not run,* Heero chanted to himself, so wanting to kill and yet ravish the boy who did this to him. *No, dammit, I will NOT give in...*
~And I think about you all the time
I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel because
I feel the magic all around you~
That same disarming smile, yet even more so with that come hither look in his eyes... Quatre was slowly advancing on him... and Heero could not do a thing about it.
~It's bringing me to my knees
like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you~
Pain... pain and anguish were twin serpents twisting their way through the perfect soldier as he watched them destroy his resolve... until he stood helplessly aroused, totally bewildered and panic stricken.
~I feel the magic building around you~
Then in the blink of an eye, Quatre was past him and the music suddenly disappeared.
Heero blinked owlishly in surprise.
"Allah, I just can't-- I can't do this to you Heero," a quiet and frustrated voice spoke into the silence from behind him.
Not daring to turn, speak, or do anything, Heero stood there as still as a statue.
A frustrated sigh reached his keen ears.
"I'm sorry... the others told me this might work and get through to you, but I can sense your confusion and fear intensifying everytime I'm near you and I don't want to be the cause of that. I-- I care about you too much to do this to you. This relationship-- it can't keep going on the way it is-- it's tearing me to bits. And if you can't deal with us, I'm-- I'm gonna end it." *Before it ends us...* was the unspoken thought that hung in the air between them.
"So you're free Heero." His voice was shaking now. Heero was torn between fear and fire.
Then... "Forgive me."
It was probably not meant to be heard, but Heero caught the whispered words anyway and that was when it hit him.
~And I think about it all the time~
His angel was leaving him. Leaving him for his own good. His angel-- no not his anymore... the one who cared the most... who had nursed him to health even after Heero had tried to kill him... the one who probably understood him the most... the pilot he respected the most for his ability to fight and yet still be so hopeful, so innocent...
~And I think about it all the time~
Never again would that beautiful light shine on him, never again would he feel those strange but enticing feelings, never again would he--
"Quatre!" pain laced through that one word, voice thick with emotion, Heero latched onto his blond angel and his sole link to the feeling akin to happiness that he only felt when in his presence.
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Quatre gasped as shaking hands held him from behind and the musky scent that was Heero filled his senses.
**Why... why is he making this harder for me?!**
Aloud, he said hesitantly, "Yes Heero?"
His mind was awhirl with thoughts however... **I'm trying to let you go Heero. You aren't ready for a relationship and you're hurting because we're together. I know it-- I can sense your pain and fear. I've tried everything and you won't let me through to help you... Things are just going from bad to worse. I can almost taste your fear, Heero! And dammit, it's somehow all caused by me... or something I remind you of... who hurt you Heero? was it your parents? or Dr. J? OZ? ...or is it me?**
::pain fear misery:: **I don't want you to hurt anymore Heero... that's why...**
::despair::
*desparation for... Heero-- you--*
A brief flash of hope lit up the aqua eyes for a split second and Quatre began to tremble slightly.
Then he felt the hands leaving him... Quatre slammed his outer shields back on... yet he still felt it... slowly reluctantly slipping down his hips in an almost caress that inadvertantly left Quatre yearning for more. And had it been his imagination-- or had he really felt a momentary pulse of despair from Heero that matched his own exactly? Then realization set in... Heero had let go. It was time to leave... **Wake up Quatre, just a couple steps and you'll be past the door and then you can cry your heart out,** he told himself taking the first and hardest step toward the slightly ajar door.
"Quatre." It was a whisper, filled with hurt and... something else.
Quatre didn't turn around. He didn't dare. He was already regretting breaking off their uncooperative relationship and he hadn't even finished it yet.
"Quatre..." softer this time. Was that really Heero calling him? Quatre let his heart soar at that last sound, for one last moment... reveling in the rough sound of his whisper, the hint of caring behind those words... Tears stung the Arabian's eyes and he closed them, bowing his head.
"Please Heero don't do this..."
Suddenly he felt rough hands on his shoulders spin him around and those wild cobalt blue eyes were inches away from his face.
"Don't leave me."
~Tell me it's madness
I barely know you~
Three simple words from those from those soft lips-- that's all it took. Weakly his mind fought back. **he's hurting. you're hurting.** But Quatre was lost, and he felt the tears in his eyes now spilling over onto his face as he saw glowing deep in Heero's eyes that light he'd come to recognize as love-- a light that was now shining out for him and him alone...
**Maybe Duo was right after all...**
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~We were standing all alone
you were leaning in to speak to me~
*That feeling-- it's back. And now it's fifty times as intense... yet if I somehow die because of it, I will die happy, because this time I didn't run.* Heero just stood there watching his angel's eyes light up with a warmth he wanted to touch... to know...
::pain, bittersweet longing for something::
*but what? It intensifies when I'm near him, so... is it love? or lust? And why does it hurt so much?*
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Quatre both sensed and saw confusion ripple across the Japanese boy's face, and doubt assailed him once more.
~Ten steps back you're still a mystery~
"What's wrong?" He had to know, even if he didn't want to know...
Silence. Heero furrowed his brows in a cute expression of open puzzlement that Quatre had never seen on the pilot before. He stifled the urge to giggle and stored that image away for a rainy day. He concentrated instead on the problem before him.
"It's... I... I think I want you."
He-- what?! Shock was written all over Quatre's face.
Heero struggled to explain. "All week I've... been getting strange feelings... I don't know what else they could be..."
Quatre stared at the normally emotionless boy before him. **All week he was avoiding me because of this?** But Heero seemed to be really bothered by this... feeling...
**Well, if he's never known lust before, I guess it might seem a little bit frightening...**
What was strange about it though was that Heero was emitting very little lust waves... he could sense with his space heart.
**Then again, when does he ever emit much emotion?** But the pain was still there, and worse, now Quatre felt it in his own head... a dull ache... He was going to have to keep an eye on it to make sure it didn't increase anymore...
**Well, if Heero wanted him, Quatre wasn't about to turn him down...**
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Quatre flashed a sunny smile that turned distinctly sultry as he said "I'm all yours."
~Acting like a mover shaker dancing to Madonna then you kissed me~
Heero gulped back his hesitation and leaned forward to catch those sweet lips in a shy but tender kiss. Slowly, he brought his unsteady hands up to Quatre's waist, and the blond leaned in closer melting into the other so that their bodies were flush with each other. Twining his fingers in the dark hair at the nape of Heero's neck, Quatre felt desire and pain coursing through him...
When the kiss finally ended, Heero looked surprised at their new position, and Quatre looked stunned at the show of feeling from the object of his affections. And both felt another wave of pain that came with the increasing desire.
~I can't take anymore because~
But as their lips met again, they ignored their worries and concentrated on the here and now...
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~I feel the magic all around you
it's bringing me to my knees
like a wannabe
I've got to be chained to you~
**I can't believe he's letting me do this... but something's still wrong... that feeling he was talking about before... it's affecting me now...** Quatre rolled these thoughts over in his mind as his tongue slid into Heero's mouth. Said boy's eyes shot open in surprise-- but not fear. Sighing in relief, Quatre continued his invasion of that hot cavern. **He's still tense... how to get him to relax?** the Arabian thought while continuing and deepening the soft kisses Heero had started.
"Mmmm..." he said aloud as he found an answer, slowly edging his small hands towards Heero's tight ass and pushing their groins together roughly.
Quatre heard a gasp and felt Heero involuntarily bucking his hips in response. Smiling, he then whispered, lips brushing the tender flesh near Heero's ear, "Not so fast, koi."
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Heero shivered in response, feeling his knees buckle as the sensations washed over him. And yet, he was still empty inside, hurting and in pain as if something was still missing... maybe this wasn't what he needed? He'd yearned for this, but...
Then they were on the bed, Quatre taking the lead because Heero was lost in his emotions. He no longer felt fear, which was a relief, for that was one feeling he couldn't stand. But that feeling, that *damn* feeling--
"Ohhh..." Heero moaned caught by surprise as the blond angeltook him inot his mouth... when had their clothes come off? Then all coherent thought flew from his mind and he wound his fingers through the tangled threads of gold that was his angel's hair...
"An... aah.. Qua... tre..."
Pleasure, green and blue, flashed in his mind yet still Heero could sense that constant pang in the back of his brain.
*something... missing... empty...* Then abruptly the magic stopped.
"Hee-- heero?" Quatre's voice flated up through the fading pleasure. The voice registered but not the words.
"Wha--huh?" Heero said half sitting up then gasping as he felt himself being penetrated slowly.
"Qua-- Quatre--" he said, panicking, "what--"
"Shhh..." was all Quatre said in reply. Those beautiful aqua eyes flashed an apology and then hesitation. "Trust me, Heero," he said quietly before closing his eyes and bending down to once more engulf Heero's swollen member in his mouth.
The assault on him now twice as confusing, Heero struggled as suddenly the pain in his mind intensified.
*Empty... unh... Quatre...*
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Quatre carefully stretched his beloved, trying to ease the pain, searching for the sweet spot he knew was somewhere....
"AAaaa!" Heero yelled, his voice breaking, driving himself onto Quatre's fingers. **So beautiful...** Quatre thought, nearly losing control over himself as he watched Heero writhe under his onslaught.
Then he winced as another stronger wave of pain crashed over him. **so... empty?** Something was wrong... Quatre removed his fingers and leaned over Heero's face, urging the now totally maskless boy to open his eyes.
**Heero, look at me-- damn, something's wrong I know it.** Remorse, guilt and severe worry racked Quatre as he really looked at Heero's condition.
The pilot of 01 was breathing hard, and his eyes were squeezed tight, with suspicious moisture in the corners. His fists were clenched, and his head was thrashing back and forth-- but not in pleasure, as it should have been... but in pain... and Quatre's frantic calls were not bringing him back.
"Great Allah, what have I done?? Heero--"
What could have gone wrong? Had Heero been... abused before? It was quite a possibility, considering that both Duo and Trowa had-- Briefly Quatre considered slapping him to bring him back but if Heero had been hurt before, it might only make matters worse.
**Damn. Damn. Damn!** he repeated to himself as his panic rose and Heero began voicing short sounds of pain. **I don't know what to do!! Nothing's working!** Dully, he noticed that sharp sobs were racking through himself as he shook his would be lover. He could sense Heero's sharp fear and pain-- **Hell, it's the same strange pain that I was feeling before, but worse--**
"Oh God, Heero, please, don't--"
Steeling himself, Quatre slapped Heero once, twice. "Heero! Please! Wake up... don't leave me..."
Tears streaming down his face, the blond pilot's eyes turned a dark and stormy blue grey as the calm, rational side of his mind took over. **He's not responding to sound or touch or shock. His breathing is getting shallow. Pulse is way too rapid. I could try calling Sally or one of the others... but this isn't natural. They probably wouldn't be able to help ease the pain in time because it's not a physical problem... not psychological either, really. It's emotional, and that means... that I have to help him. Because I'm the only one who can.**
Quatre felt the vile taste of fear in his own mouth. **It's no use, I'm gonna have to--** Murky eyes hardened with determination as Quatre gathered the still tense boy in his arms, and held Heero tight against him, supporting him physically and spiritually. His eyes drifted shut.
**I can do this. I can.** He pushed away the pain, the pleasure, the panic, the fear.
Pilot 04's breathing slowed, then steadied, as Quatre's will and resolve firmed. Slowly, he let it down-- his shields, all of them, one by one... his years worth of walls that had taken so long to build up. His only hold on sanity-- and a tenuous one at that for feelings had still been able to get through to him--
But for Heero's sake-- **Allah damn it all!! Why? So close... I just got him, Allah...** -- He would risk insanity-- he'd risk all...
And in the dimly lit room, a pair eyes opened revealing twin clear bright aqua orbs that one could almost swear were glowing.
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*Something...
someone... with eyes of aqua light... I don't understand... is this a mission?*
**Heero where are you?**
*wait-- that voice--*
**Heero**
He turned around and no one was there. Only a deep and endless darkness.
But his presence surrounded him, comforting him and easing some of his painful need...
*Quatre...*
**Heero. Please come back.**
*I want to Quatre but--* the pain had now intensified a hundred fold and Heero could barely focus enough to think.
Suddenly the atmosphere and the presence changed. Something fell away, and Heero felt an acute pain and despair in the air that matched his own.
Pain-- but this time Heero hurt because Quatre was hurting.
**Please Heero.**
That sweet voice-- it was fading-- no-- he wouldn't let it go...
"QUATRE!"
Clear blue eyes snapped open and met tear filled aqua ones. And in that moment, something clicked into place.
Joy, completeness, and an overall sense of right pervaded the boys senses as the pain of not being one in heart and soul was finally eradicated.
**Heero** Weariness, exhaustion coated the thoughts that flew into his mind.
*Quatre-- what is this?* His uncertainty flowed into Quatre.
**I think--I think... I never thought it was possible...** A complete and utter awe of some nameless thing filled and confused Heero even more.
*How can I hear you-- feel what you're feeling?*
**I think we just formed a soul bond--**
*The pain-- is gone!!*
**Because we finally bonded-- these soul bonds, they're only in legends though... but when two souls are meant to be together... they're in deep pain until they finally bond...**
*Aa.* Relief, understanding and content flowed along the link to Quatre. Who sent it pulsing back.
Heero's face registered surprise when he felt it. Then that beautiful light filled hiseyes and he sent back a jumble of emotions with a twitch of lips that Quatre now *knew* was Heero's version of a smile.
Joy happiness laughter and... love?? Heero's feelings bombarded Quatre, and the blond boy felt himself drowning in the intensity of it all-- hardly any of it could be detected on the emotionless face of the perfect soldier. But yet-- it was there-- love... for him?
Heero sensed Quatre's incredulity and watched him carefully as his mouth opened then closed then opened again-- he looked like a fish out of water.
Quatre was still trying to get over the shock of Heero's psychic confession of love when he heard Heero's laugh in his mind-- deep and velvet and earthy...
Then Heero was kissing him. Kissing him with a sureness, certainty, a passion that hadn't been there before... and Quatre realized that it was true-- Heero, the one he'd pined after for an eternity...
*I love you.*
Tears-- but this time tears of joy forced their way to Quatre's eyes as he was overwhelmed for a second time by the object of his affections.
**I love you too, Heero.**
They were now truly chained together... forever...
~I've got to be chained to you~
---OWARI---
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