Disclaimer:

I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. I just love them to no end and have a very twisted imagination. Please be aware that I am extremely poor so suing me will do you no good. Thanks.

Warning: NC-17 / Lemon Yaoi / Explicit Language / Angst / NCS / Violence / AU

Pairings: 3x4 / 1x2 / 5+S / More to be announced

FYI: Inner thoughts -- [ Flashback ]

Author's Notes:

Well everyone, here's Chapter 4 of Trials of the Heart. Thanks to all who've waited patiently for this installment. My life's been in complete turmoil as of late with my mother's sudden hospitalization and my grandmother's recent death. I honestly thought that this chapter was going to end up in limbo for some time. But as I realized quickly, writing is my balance, my way of separating myself from the troubles that refuse to leave me in peace. This chapter was written in the midst of chaos and was the only thing that kept me from falling into depression. I am truly grateful that my muse took a firm hold over me and refused to let go. Even now, it has me within its grasp, already pushing me to work on my next fic. Sooo, Beautiful Stranger's ch 5 is already in the works. Whether life manages to invade the haven I've found in writing, time will only tell. But until such a time comes, I will continue to write.

My thanks go to all of you wonderful people who've sent well wishes and words of comfort and support my way. They've truly meant a lot and have also helped me tremendously these past couple of weeks. Thank you!

Well, that's it for now. BTW ... There's a juicy lemon coming your way. So scroll down and enjoy!

Thanks again,

Forsaken

Trials of the Heart

To say that he was nervous was an understatement.

Quatre stood in the Preventers, Inc. lobby feeling as if he were about to throw up. Not only that but he desperately needed to use the bathroom. Christ, I'm acting like a kid on his first date. He couldn't help it though. Maybe it wasn't an official date but it sure felt like it and Quatre couldn't help but feel anxious. He hadn't been out with anyone, let alone another man, in God only knew how long.

Lord, I don't think I can do this, Quatre told himself as he wrung his hands nervously, beginning to pace back and forth across the elegantly carpeted floor. No, you have to do this, Quatre. You have to take this step. How else are you going to move on …… to forget about ---- Dammit, stop pacing! Quatre stopped in mid-step and took a deep breath. You are going to go through with this.

Filled with determination, Quatre walked over to the plush sofa in the middle of the room and sat down trying to calm his nerves as he waited for Fyren to show up. He picked up one of the magazines on the table in front him and began to look through it. Unfortunately for him though, his mind just wasn't cooperating with him. His thoughts wandered and to his dismay fell upon old and hurtful memories.

He could still remember his first date with Trowa. It had been so long ago, yet he could still see it, clear as day. He could still recall how nervous he'd been back then when Trowa had arrived at his old townhouse to pick him up for dinner. He had been running around like a madman trying to figure out what to wear and had nearly died when the doorbell had rung. But Trowa hadn't complained for the delay. The brunette had patiently waited for him to finish dressing, telling him that he'd wait all night if necessary. Quatre swallowed back the lump trying to rise in his throat as the memory of that wonderful night cut through him like a shard of glass on skin.

It really had been beautiful. A night to remember. A night that had opened up a new world for him, a world he had somehow lost without even knowing it. How it had happened, Quatre still wasn't really sure. But, in a way, he was. These past few days living with Duo and Heero had given him plenty of time to think. And he had to admit to himself that not everything was Trowa's fault. He'd made his own share of mistakes. Mistakes that had obviously left Trowa unsatisfied and unhappy. The realization didn't excuse Trowa's betrayal but it gave Quatre an insight of himself that he would've otherwise been kept ignorant to.

Quatre's hands clenched over the magazine he was holding, crumpling the edges before he realized what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he loosened his hold and placed it back on the table. He stared at the now scrunched up magazine, still wondering why his life had fallen apart. Maybe I just don't deserve to be happy. All I ever seem to do is disappoint people. What's the point in caring? I always end up losing in the end.

"Hey there," a voice called out from behind him, startling Quatre from his morbid thoughts.

Quatre turned his head, his heart beating quickly as his blue-green fell upon Fyren's handsome form. Quatre took a deep breath as he got to his feet. Just stay calm and collected. But as he watched Fyren's approach, Quatre's nerves once again took hold of his stomach and bladder. Oh, for God's sake!

"Sorry for being late. I just couldn't get away fast enough," Fyren said as he reached him. "Were you waiting for long?"

Quatre shook his head. "Just a few minutes."

Fyren grinned crookedly. "Good," the brunette replied, his tone relieved. "Well, shall we go?"

Quatre fought the urge to run away. Stop it! You're being childish. Go on. Take that step. Quatre looked at Fyren and nodded. "Yes."

Fyren nodded in return as he began to walk toward the glass doors leading outside. Quatre walked alongside him, feeling better about his decision to go out tonight.

"Hey, are we taking your car or mine?" Fyren asked him as they were passing the elevator doors.

"Well, I came in today with Duo and Heero, so we could ..." His voice suddenly trailed away as the elevator doors suddenly opened and Trowa and Wufei stepped out of the elevator.

Hell, just what I needed.

Trowa's eyes widened imperceptibly as he found himself staring into Quatre's cold blue-green eyes. Startled, he could only stare at Quatre as time stood still around him if only for a moment. Trowa wanted so badly to walk up to him, to touch him, to …… Dammit!

"Hello, Quatre," Wufei said politely, from where he stood next to Trowa's frozen form.

Trowa swallowed as he watched Quatre's gaze shift from him to Wufei.

"Hello, Wufei," Quatre responded quietly. He looked at Trowa once again. "Trowa."

Trowa swallowed before answering. "Hello, Quatre."

Silence fell upon them as Trowa held Quatre's gaze.

"I thought you had left earlier, Quatre," Wufei stated, effectively breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I did but I had to ……" Quatre paused and looked over to his left. "I'd like you to meet Fyren Wallis. He's from the Southern division. Fyren, this is Wufei Chang …… and Trowa Barton. They work with me in the Eastern division."

Trowa felt the floor drop from beneath his feet as he looked over at the man standing casually next to Quatre. Who the hell ……

Short dark brown hair, brown eyes, tall and slender frame, impeccably dressed ---- Fyren Wallis was definitely an attractive man. Trowa watched with growing disdain as the man's lips curved into a friendly grin and he extended a large hand in greeting to Wufei.

"Nice to meet you," Fyren said cheerfully, his voice low and masculine as he shook Wufei's hand.

"A pleasure," responded Wufei.

Fyren then turned to him, offering the same hand. Reluctantly, Trowa reached out with his own unable to refuse the offered hand without appearing to be a jealous fool, and fought back the urge to squeeze the hand within his grasp hard enough to break a few bones. Anger seeped inside of him as Wallis took a step back and turned toward Quatre.

"We'd better get going, Quatre. I made dinner reservations for seven."

Unconsciously, Trowa's hands clenched at his sides as he forced himself to remain still, to stay quiet, to keep himself from punching the shit out of the man who'd just confirmed his worst fear. Goddammit!

His gaze flew over to Quatre's and was taken aback by the fierce light within the glittering blue eyes boring into him. Trowa knew that look. He'd seen it plenty of times before whenever Quatre became adamant over something, determined not to sway from his course. Shit.

"Yes, Fyren." Quatre tore his gaze away from him and smiled at Wufei as he said his good-byes. "Well, we have to go. I'll see you tomorrow," he told them, keeping his eyes fixed on the Chinese man. "Good night."

"Good night, Quatre," replied Wufei.

Trowa didn't say a word. Not that Quatre waited for his response. With somber eyes, he watched Quatre turn away and walk out of the building with Wallis by his side. Trowa felt his heart twist painfully within his chest at the sight of his former lover obviously moving on with his life.

How was he supposed to handle this? How was he going to survive without having Quatre in his life? Was this his punishment for his sins? To watch the one he loved be with another?

Well, what did you expect? his inner voice asked derisively. Quatre was yours. Yours. And you threw him away as if he were worth nothing. You let him go. Did you honestly think that he wouldn't find someone else? You really are a fool.

"Trowa?"

Snapped out of his thoughts, Trowa turned his head and looked at Wufei. "What?"

Wufei looked at him with knowing eyes. "It's obvious that you and Quatre are …… having problems."

Trowa's hands fisted at his sides, remaining silent as he gazed into Wufei's black eyes. What could he say? It was the truth wasn't it? What would be the point in denying it? He looked away and nodded.

Wufei sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I understand your reluctance to speak of this, but ……" Wufei walked up to Trowa, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Please know that no matter what, you have friends that are willing to listen when you are ready to do so."

Trowa swallowed. God, will you still be saying that once you find out what I've done, Wufei? Or will you hate me like Duo does?

He could still remember Duo's furious violet gaze that day he'd shown up at Duo's door to see Quatre. It had been a miracle that he'd managed to walk out of there in tact. The violet-eyed man had wanted to pound him into the ground. Trowa sighed inwardly. He should have. I wouldn't have stopped him. I fucking deserve it.

Trowa looked at Wufei and nodded slightly, knowing that his friend wouldn't accept any other answer.

Wufei nodded in return, taking a step back. "Well, I must leave you. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Good night Wufei …… and thanks."

Wufei nodded once again before he turned and walked away. Trowa watched Wufei leave and stood there silent and alone for a few more minutes before he too followed the same path.

Outside, the evening breeze whirled in circles, sending a shiver up Trowa's spine as he made his way to his car. Green eyes looked up at the darkening sky as a feeling of foreboding whistled around him like an ominous wind.

"Here we go," announced Fyren as they entered his apartment.

Quatre nervously looked around as he walked into the living room. The large space was furnished with just a large black sofa and two end tables. A few paintings adorned the wide white walls but nothing else. It was very simple. But Quatre noted that it was elegant in its own right.

"I'll go get us a few drinks," Fyren commented before he walked out of the room leaving Quatre alone with his confused thoughts.

Quatre sat down at the sofa and held his hands, trying to calm their nervous shaking. God, what the hell am I doing? When Fyren had offered him a nightcap, Quatre had been all about ready to refuse but something stopped him. He had pushed apprehension aside and apparently all common sense, accepting Fyren's offer.

But now that he was here, Quatre was doubting his rash decision. Yes, he'd enjoyed dinner and had actually considered seeing the man again. But to have accepted to come to Fyren's apartment? What had he been thinking? Quatre sighed. I just didn't want to go back 'home'. I didn't want to come back to an empty bed. I didn't ... Quatre leaned back into the sofa and rested his head against it, looking up at the ceiling. What 'do' I want? Why am I here?

He could only imagine what Fyren was thinking, expecting. Was he ready to takes things further? Quatre sat up and looked at the doorway where Fyren had exited. No, I'm not. I just met him for God's sake. I just can't ... What 'had' he been thinking? It had taken him months and months before he'd allowed himself to sleep with Trowa. How could he had possibly thought that he would be able to have something casual, to have just sex without basing it on something more solid?

Quatre rubbed his face. I haven't changed that much, have I? I came here to, what? To show Trowa that I don't need him? That I don't give a shit anymore? Or ... Had he wanted to prove to Trowa and himself that he could 'fuck' someone else, as well? Was that it? Was that why he'd come here?

"Here you go," Fryen said as he walked into the room, interrupting Quatre from his musing. "I hope you like it. It's a Wallis special."

Quatre took the pink colored drink and eyed it for a moment in hesitation before he put his mouth to the glass and drank. "It's sweet," he commented after sipping at the smooth liquid.

"Good," Fryen responded, smiling. He sat down next to Quatre and took a sip of his own drink. "You seemed to only order sweet tasting drinks at the restaurant so I figured that this would be to your liking."

Quatre nodded. "I really don't tolerate strong drinks at all. They just taste horrible to me. But this is really good. Thank you."

Fyren shook his head. "Hey, no need for thanks. In a way, this is my thanks to you." At Quatre's questioning gaze, Fryen smiled and continued. "Well, I had a great time tonight. And," Fyren inched closer to Quatre, "you did accept my invitation to come here."

Quatre swallowed, his hand tightening over the glass within its grasp. "Ah, Fyren ..." He was cut off by a finger gently placed over his mouth. Quatre blinked and stared into Fyren's dark eyes.

"It's okay," Fyren interjected, lowering his finger away from Quatre's soft lips. "We're just here to enjoy each other's company, right?"

Quatre nodded in relief. "Right," he answered, pushing aside the undescribable feeling that had flickered briefly at Fyren's touch.

Fyren grinned and motioned with his hand at Quatre's drink. "Good, then let's finish up our drinks."

Quatre nodded once again and lifted the glass to his lips, drinking the cool sweet liquor as he wondered what would happen next.

"Where the hell is he?"

Heero rolled his eyes at his exasperating lover. "I told you that he was having drinks with someone. He said that he wouldn't be back too late."

Duo, who was pacing back and forth across their bedroom floor, crossed his hands over his bare chest as he glared at the clock on the night stand. "It's almost midnight, Heero. I'd say that it's kinda getting late, don't you?"

Heero bit back a smart retort as he finished buttoning his pajama top. He knew that Quatre meant a lot to Duo, that the small blonde was like a brother to his beloved. It was only natural for the man to be worried especially since Quatre had been acting so distant lately. But the idiot had been ranting for a good hour now. He wouldn't be able to get any sleep at this rate.

"Duo, Quatre's a grown man. He knows what he's doing," said Heero as he pushed back the covers off of the bed and moved onto it. "Now stop pacing around and get into bed."

Duo looked over at Heero and let out a breath. Without saying a word, he slid under the covers and sat there, arms crossed staring down at his lap.

Heero shook his head. He was starting to get a bit ticked off. Enough's enough, dammit. "Go to sleep, you moron! You're going to be tired in the morning. And I swear by all that's holy, if you even give me so much as a whimper tomorrow, I'm going to kick your ass!"

Duo snorted. "Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try it."

"Duo ……"

"Alright!" Duo conceded. "I hear you already. Stopped snarling at me."

"Then stop ranting and go to sleep," Heero ordered as he glared at Duo from his side of the bed.

Duo huffed and puffed but moved to lay down, punching his pillow a few times before finally resting his brown head upon it. Satisfied, Heero reached over and turned off the lights. Turning to his side, he reached for Duo and brought the slender man's back against his chest. Duo sighed and snuggled even closer.

After a few minutes of silence, Heero's eyes snapped open as yet another sigh filtered through the air. "Duo, go to sleep."

Duo turned his head around and looked at Heero with worried eyes. "I can't, Heero. What if something's happened to him? He's never out this late."

Heero raised his hand and gently stroked Duo's soft lips. You really are an idiot. But, you're my idiot.

"Duo, you have to stop this. Quatre can take care of himself. Besides, he's a Preventer. He's fully capable of defending himself. You know that."

Duo gripped Heero's hand, pressing it closer to his face as he gazed into Heero's dark blue eyes. "I'm being a Mother Hen, I know. But I just can't help it. He's like family, Heero. And he's hurting so much right now. I just don't want him to do anything stupid, you know? Something he'll regret later on."

Heero nodded, finally understanding why Duo had been so anxious. "I understand what you're saying but you have to realize that Quatre's been dealt a hard blow. He's not going to be acting like himself for some time."

"So what you're saying is that I'm being an idiot and I should just let him be."

Heero grinned. "Pretty much."

Duo rolled his eyes and grinned back. "You're a jerk, you know that?"

Heero moved onto his elbow and used his other hand to push Duo onto his back. He leaned closer and brushed his lips across Duo's grinning mouth. "Yes, I'm a jerk. It's a fault you're just going to have to deal with."

Duo moaned as Heero lifted himself up and settled himself in between Duo's legs; the move pressing their erections against one another. "Yeah, I'll deal with it alright. I guess I'm just going to have to find something about you worth keeping."

Heero slid his warm tongue along the column of Duo's neck, eliciting another moan from the long-haired brunette. "Oh, I'm worth keeping," he whispered, causing Duo to shiver. "And I'm going to show you just how much." He buried his hands through Duo's now loose tresses and continued his seductive exploration.

"God," Duo moaned as he reached around and grabbed Heero's buttocks, urging their bodies even closer. "I just love it when you get assertive."

The two of them lost themselves in each other. Clothes were discarded and sighs of pleasure could be heard throughout the otherwise silent room as naked limbs met and tangled.

"Fucking shit," Duo hissed as Heero's mouth closed around his aching member.

Heero felt his own erection harden at the expletive. He loved it when Duo cursed in bed. It was a clear indication that his lover was well and truly lost in their lovemaking. Whether he was being arrogant in feeling elation over it, Heero didn't care. All he knew was that with every gasped word, every heated caress coming from his lover his need to fulfill Duo's every desire unified with his own, leaving him mindless, untamed and ready to claim what was his.

His head bobbed up and down as Duo's fingers buried themselves within his dark brown hair and Heero once again felt the sharp stab of desire coiling within his belly. Releasing Duo's erection from the confines of his warm mouth, Heero slid his tongue languidly around the tiny slit now oozing his lover's unique salty taste before once again sucking on the swollen head of the thick shaft within his grasp. Duo's hips arched off of the bed and Heero could feel his already dripping member flex in response. He was panting now, his uneven breathes intermingling with Duo's as he licked his way back up Duo's flat stomach and muscled chest.

"Goddammit Heero, hurry the hell up," demanded Duo as Heero settled himself once again in between his thighs. "I swear to ---- Ah, Christ!" he gasped as Heero entered him in one swift thrust.

In and out, Heero pumped his shaft into Duo's tight entrance, his hips moving rapidly as he mindlessly joined with the one man who could always make him lose his self-control. All thought vanished as he rammed his hips against Duo's receptive body; the instinct to mate taking over. So good ... Have to ... make it last ... God ...

Duo was also lost to the wild frenzy that was there lovemaking. Long hair thrown back in waves of brown over the pillow, Duo moaned and gasped as Heero opened his legs further apart, changing the angle enough to penetrate even deeper. Duo arched his back and shoved his hands into his chestnut hair making Heero growl in pleasure; the glorious sight of his thrashing lover almost too much for him. A ... little ... more ...

Knowing that he was nearing his completion, Heero grasped Duo's weeping member and began to pump the rigid shaft as he continued to enter the slender body before him in a savage dance of lust and need. He growled once again, moving harder into Duo's trembling form as spurts of white cream jetted in between their bellies.

Pulsating muscles clamped down mercilessly on him as Duo came and Heero lost what was left of his control. He reached out and grabbed Duo's quaking hips, lifting them higher against him as he continued to thrust back and forth in wild abandon. Pain and pleasure speared through him in a blinding moment and Heero tossed his head back, finally reaching his own mind blowing climax. His seed exploded out of him, almost painfully, filling Duo's sated body and Heero almost passed out from the sheer ecstasy coursing through him.

Heero crumpled onto his side, not wanting to collapse heavily over his lover and stared at Duo's with eyes still blazing with desire as he tried to catch his breath. Violet eyes blinked slowly at him as a smiling Duo reached out to push aside a stray damp tendril of dark brown hair from his sweaty face.

"I love you," he whispered and Heero felt his heart twist in reaction. Would he ever get used to hearing those three little words?

"I love you, too," Heero replied before he moved forward and placed a tender kiss on Duo's swollen lips.

Content and sated, Heero closed his arms around Duo, enjoying how well his beloved's body fit against his own. He closed his eyes. Silence now hovered around them as the scent of their lovemaking clung to the air and slowly, as he held Duo tightly against him, Heero allowed his body to fall into the abyss of sleep.

One thought, however, filtered through the daze embracing his mind just before the darkness to hold.

Come home soon, Quatre. Come home ...

Quatre rubbed a shaky hand over his damp forehead. What the hell was wrong with him? He had been fine just a few minutes ago and now ... God, I feel like shit. He was dizzy and hot, feeling as if the everything were closing in on him. He felt ... funny.

It had been only an hour since they'd arrived at Fyren's apartment, but now ... I want to go home. Quatre looked over to where Fyren was standing fiddling with the stereo and felt his stomach churn. I have to get out of here. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his blurry vision as he tried to find his voice. He was definitely not feeling well.

"Hey, Quatre. Come here and take a look at this," Fyren called out without looking at him; the man's attention apparently on something he held in his hand.

Quatre blinked again and took in a deep breath before he stood on unsteady legs and walked over to the brunette. Damn, I feel like I'm floating. Not good.

"Fyren?I'm not feeling very well. Could you take me home?"

Fyren looked up at him, his face serious, as he slowly lowered the CD case he'd been holding onto the stereo. "Oh, I don't think I should, Quatre."

No longer able to think straight due to the loud drumming in his ears, Quatre didn't notice the sudden tensing of Fyren's body or the calculating light now glowing within the other man's dark eyes.

"Fyren, I really think ……" Quatre swallowed, finding hard to speak past the dryness in his throat. "I ……" God, what's wrong with me?

He really had been just fine up until ... A chill ran up Quatre's spine as his eyes snapped up to meet Fyren's gaze. A thought managing to take root in Quatre's befuddled mind. The drink!

"What did you do to me?" he demanded, as his vision doubled and Fyren's visage became distorted. Oh, no.

Fyren shrugged at him and grinned. "I just put something in your drink to ... relax you."

Shit! Quatre quickly moved away, turning toward the doorway, needing to escape. But as he did so, his world suddenly took a spin and Quatre found himself falling.

But the impact he'd been expecting did not come as a pair of strong arms wrapped around him, picking him up in one swift motion. Quatre tried to move, tried to free himself of the confining limbs holding him against a hard chest, but found himself unable to, his body drained of its strength. Quatre was defenseless ... trapped. Dammit. God ...

He knew what was probably going to happen. He would be a fool not to even consider what would more than likely be his fate. He'd seen cases of it before ---- date rape ... but, he never thought it could happen to him. He was a Preventer, a man trained in self-defense in order to ensure his safety at all times. But at this moment, he held no such title. At this moment, he held no power in preventing what was happening to him. He was nothing more than a victim.

How could he have been so stupid? He had allowed Fyren to manipulate him into coming into his home and he was now going to pay dearly for his foolishness.

Fyren walked out of the living room, carrying his limp form into what Quatre could make out to be a bedroom. His insides clenched and his heart rammed into his chest as he was laid gently upon a large bed against the wall.

"Please ... Fy ... Fyren. Let ... Let me go," Quatre stuttered, finding it harder and harder to speak as his mind was being engulfed within a haze of confusion.

"I can't do that Quatre," Fyren responded, his tone in no way regretful, as the brunette stood back and walked over to the large wooden dresser to the right of the bed.

Everything was happening slowly around Quatre as he laid helpless on the bed, unable to move. With glazed blue-green eyes, Quatre watched as Fyren retrieved a syringe from a black case on top of the dresser. God, what is that?

Quatre once again tried in vain to move, trying to fight the paralysis he was under, but his body wouldn't respond to his commands. He was well and truly trapped and he could find no way out of whatever was soon to follow.

The mattress dipped as Fyren sat down next to him on the bed and Quatre's eyes widened when his limp hand was lifted into the other man's grasp. No! he cried inwardly, attempting to pull his hand free. But it wouldn't move. It just wouldn't move! Quatre hissed in pain as the needle sunk deeply into his wrist. Fucking hell!

"Wh ... Why?" he managed to ask, as Fyren placed the now empty syringe onto the night stand next to the bed.

Fyren grinned. "It's what I was hired to do."

What? Hired to ... But why?

A sudden tingling sensation began to penetrate the numbness that had gripped him, building inside of him in waves of heat and Quatre gasped. It felt ... good. The feeling began to escalate, causing his body to ache painfully. It was intense, unlike anything he'd ever experienced and Quatre couldn't stop his body from responding to it. He could feel himself hardening under the onslaught of the pleasure now rushing through him. What's happening to me?

Callused fingers were suddenly running softly over his face and Quatre cried out from the slight touch.

"Feels good, doesn't it Quatre?" whispered Fyren, his mouth mere inches away from Quatre's ear.

Quatre shivered as the man's breath caused shivers to rush through him. Another wave of pleasure washed over him and Quatre moaned mindlessly, closing his eyes as his hips arched against his will in response.

The fingers running along his cheek left him and Quatre's eyes opened to stare at the white ceiling above him. A faint tugging near his waist filtered through his mind just before the sound of a zipper echoed alongside the ringing in his ears. Stars suddenly exploded before his dilated eyes as a warm hand wrapped itself around his now rock hard erection.

Quatre threw back his head, his eyes closed tightly, unable to fight against the sensations coursing through him. No ... This isn't what I want ... Please stop ... Stop touching me! Stop! But it was a useless plea. Unable to be voiced or heard.

Tears ran along the sides of Quatre's cheeks as his body succumbed to the dominating force overriding his will. White flashed before his eyes and his mouth opened in a silent cry, his climax ripping through him, pushing all thought aside, causing his body to shudder and arch off of the bed.

Quatre knew that he would soon be lost for darkness beckoned and he could do nothing but heed its call. His vision began to fade and his mind began to shut down even as the hand holding him continued to milk him dry. Quatre's eyes slowly closed, his jumbled thoughts narrowing down briefly to a whispered prayer for the nightmare to end.

But whether his wish would be granted, Quatre wouldn't know as of yet for his world suddenly went dark.

To be continued ...

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