A Well Bred Young Man, Part III

By Scheherazade

01/19/01

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, don’t sue me!

Warnings: Yaoi, het, AND shojo-ai, (I so proud! My first shojo-ai {the others dun count, they not finished yet :) }) Sap, Angst?, Quatre’s hentai little thoughts, AU (After series, Treize isn’t dead and no EW)

Pairings: 13X4, 2+H, R+D? it depends on how much you read into it. Also *extremely* minor D+4 flirtation

Archive: once again, if you want it, all you have to do is ask!

C&C: wanted: dead or alive

E-mail: alicit@aol.com

~thoughts~

*** = Change of perspective and/or scene change

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Quatre’s eyes scanned over the crowd of well-dressed lords and ladies. Quatre felt almost immediately uncomfortable as he was surrounded by unfamiliar faces all talking at once

~ All these people… I don’t belong among them. I’m a soldier, not a politician or noble. ~

He stared at his hands, which still held the calluses of a pilot even though it had been over a month since he had last piloted Sandrock. His hands spoke nothing of his idleness. "Quatre," called a feminine voice from behind the blond, "I didn’t think you’d make it."

"Miss Relena!" The fake smile that Quatre had maintained throughout the party now turned genuine as he recognized his friend from the war. "It’s wonderful to see you again. You have, no doubt, been taking care of yourself since we last met?"

"Yes, of course." Relena was about ready to say something more when another figure that was familiar to Quatre walked up behind Relena.

"Maybe we should ask how you’ve been." The voice and face were painfully recalled to Quatre.

"I’m much better," said the Arab, unconsciously rubbing his right side, "thank you, Dorothy."

"So…" interrupted Relena, trying not to get onto a potentially dangerous line of conversation, being that she was vaguely aware of the dangerous capabilities of both her companions. Added to Dorothy’s antagonistic nature and their history of encounters, she was searching frantically for a common ground. "Why did you decide to come to my party, Quatre?"

"I decided that there might be someone worth seeing here," Quatre responded mysteriously.

Dorothy feigned a hurt look and mixed it with a sly smirk. "Oh, and I take it isn’t me? Ah well," She tugged on the sleeve of the darker haired girl, "’C mon, Rellie, I know where I’m not wanted." Relena tried to smile and wave back at Quatre as she was being dragged off.

Quatre shook his head and turned around to run directly into the former head of OZ. Treize was dressed in a finely cut, black suit that was amazingly flattering to him. It looked just as good as his uniform had, and just as cultured too. The older man clasped a warm hand onto Quatre’s shoulder. "Quatre Winner. You did come, after all."

"Wouldn’t miss it for the world," breathed Quatre before he could think of a more appropriate response. He flushed deeply when his words got to his mind.

~ But words come from your mind, don’t they? Maybe these came from my heart. Oh Allah, that’s corny. ~

"Um, uh…" now he was looking for an appropriate topic of conversation. ‘How about you take me here and now’ just seemed so crude. "How are you recovering from your injuries?"

"Well, my friend. Most definitely in a better condition then I was when we last spoke." Treize gestured to a table nearby. It was covered in a white, lace tablecloth with a bouquet of violet irises and pure white daisies in the center. "Why don’t we sit and talk for a while?" Quatre nodded and took a seat across from the one that Treize was standing next to. They talked for hours about everything they could think of. But after a while, Quatre found his thoughts wandering to other… subjects.

While Treize was speaking of the state of affairs, Quatre was getting lost in his eyes. He wanted to know what Treize’s auburn hair would feel like twisted around his fingers. He thought about what Treize’s soft rosy lips would feel like pressed against his lips, his skin. Or how his large, strong hands woulf feel like wrapped around his…

Quatre shook his head to get that line of thought out of his mind. It wouldn’t do to let Treize see exactly what his presence did to the young boy.

"You seem to be distracted, little one. What are you thinking about?"

"Ah…er, I…" Quatre blushed furiously and tried to come up with another thought but failed to produce anything but unintelligible sounds.

***

~ He looks so cute when he’s all flustered like that. ~

Treize closed his eyes and dreamed a little daydream of leaning over the small, secluded table and kissing Quatre full on the mouth… At least he thought he was daydreaming until he opened his eyes to find himself leaning over the table and staring at an extremely red and flushed Gundam pilot.

~ Well… I got him to have that cute look about him again. ~