Reunited Lovers Past

Title -- Reunited Lovers Past
Author -- Lieriallial
Summary -- After an abusive relationship with and bitter betrayal by Trowa, Quatre finds out that one of the other pilots is actually a vital part of his past.
Pairings -- 1x4, 2x3, 1x5 implied, OCxHilde
Rating: R for now, nc-17 for lemon sections in later chapters
Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Deathfic, eventual crossover with YYH,
language, abuse

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters. The only character that I've created is named Ami Maxwell, who is Duo's sister, and Tray Winner, Quatre's 1-year-old son.

Chapter 1 -- Quatre's Bitter Tears, & Lovers Sweet Reunion

"Why would he do this to me?" Quatre said to himself. "He's hit me before, but I never dreamed he'd ever do anything like this." He say on his bed as Wufei tended to the Arab boy's wounds, trying to clean the large gash in his back. Trowa had been abusive for most of the relationship, but Quatre had always passed it off as part of the personality. But recently, it had gotten worse. Now his son was dead. Quatre had been caring for the baby, rocking him to sleep, when Trowa had come in drunk and had knocked the baby out of Quatre's arms.

"Tray!" Quatre had cried, leaping out of the chand and picking the little boy up. One look at him told Quatre he was dead. "Trowa, you killed my son!! You murderous son of a bitch!" Without a word, Trowa pulled out a knife. "Are you going to kill me now too?" Quatre cried, running to avoid him. Being a very talented knife thrower, Trowa had hit him square in the back…

There was a knock on the door, pulling Quatre away from his thoughts. Heero walked in, looking like he'd been crying. "Heero, are you all right?"

"I need to tell you something that affects both of us," he said. "I came home from work a little early this afternoon, and I didn't know Duo was there. I went into my bedroom, and I walked in on him… in bed with Trowa."

"WHAT?!"
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"Mon Dieu, what have I done?" Trowa said, now several miles away. "I nearly killed Quatre!" He pulled out the bloodstained knife, ready to end it all. "Do I have the guts to do this? He pressed the blade against his wrist, wincing as a small amount of blood slipped from the wound.

"TROWA!" Duo cried, running up the hill. "Please, don't do this!"

"Duo, you shouldn't be here," Trowa said. "You shouldn't be with a filthy murderer like me."

"Are you kidding?" Duo said, pulling the knife from Trowa's hand and throwing it off the cliff and into the water. "You're talking to the great destroyer about death?" He threw his arms around Trowa. "I knew you'd come up here. It's where you always come."

"You know me too well, Koi," he said. "Quatre won't ever want me back, especially when Heero tells him about us. I don't deserve either of you, and Quatre sure as hell doesn't deserve the horrible treatment I gave him."

"I don't know what I'd do if anything ever…" Duo's voice trailed off, his grip on Trowa tightening. "I love you," he said before Trowa kissed him. "We have to tell him, before he finds out from someone else."

"You're right, Duo," he said.
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"I'm sorry, Quatre," Trowa said, brushing his hand through Quatre's hair. Quatre turned around quickly, drew his knife, jumped off the bed, and backed the brunette up to the wall.

"You cheating, lying little BASTARD!" he screamed. "Not only do you beat me, I find thatthat you've been cheating on me too!"

"How did you find out?"

"Heero told me he walked in on you and Duo last night having sex!" he fumed. "I should've known something was wrong when the abuse kept getting worse! So tell me, Trowa, how does it feel to have a knife at your throat?! How does it feel that you could die at MY hands?"

"I'm sorry, Quatre," Trowa said. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"You should be," Heero said, walking in. "You stole Duo from me." Trowa was about to open his mouth when Heero leaned in and kissed Quatre, and Quatre kissed back. "Now I've stolen Quatre from you, and I'll give him a hell of a lot better than you EVER have."

"Quatre, please don't leave me!" Trowa begged. "I need you, Baby. I need you."

"If you wanted to keep me, why did you start hit me and start screwing someone else?" he said. "Is one slave not enough for you? Duo will learn why I've always been afraid of you. Sooner or later, you'll start hitting him too."

"Never!" Trowa cried.

"It WILL happen," Heero said. "And when it does, I'll take him away from you too. Now get out of here before I have to show you what real pain is!" When Quatre lowered his hand, he quickly cut into Trowa's neck and left shoulder, deep enough that he knew the young Frenchman would scar.

"Ugh!" Trowa gasped as the searing heat of the blade ate into his skin.

"Now you know how I felt every time you did it to me," Quatre growled. "Now get the hell out of my life."
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"Oh my god, you're hurt!" Duo cried, looking at Trowa's tear- and blood-stained face when he walked into Duo's apartment. "Let's get you cleaned up."

"This isn't all that bad, really," he said. "Quatre kicked me out, and he's probably making out with Heero as we speak. Heero said he'd take you away from me eventually, but I would never hit you."

"I wouldn't leave you even if you did," Duo said. "Trowa, I know you feel guilty, but I'm also happy that you're no longer tied down to him. We can be together without any more secrecy."

"Duo," Trowa said, a slight warning in his voice. "I love you, and I'm happy when I'm with you, but this really isn't the time for this." Duo looked slightly hurt, but sm and and nodded. "Come here." He gladly complied, curling up next to Trowa like a cat.

"I love you, Trowa," he purred.

"I know," he said, smiling. He leaned down and kissed Duo's cheek. "And I love you too."
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"Are you feeling any better now, Quatre?" Heero said, bringing their dinner in from the kitchen. Quatre nodded, smiling. "You certainly look a lot happier."

"I am," he said. "For the first time since I started dating Trowa, I actually feel free, happy, and safe."

"I'm glad," Heero said. "I know this may seem too forward of me, but I hope that I'll be able to hold you in my arms one day soon, and call you my koi."

"Maybe it will happen one day," Quatre said. "But thank you for understanding my need for space." Sipping on his tea, he looked at Heero and his eyes sparkled with just a hint of love. "Although, I must admit, it felt so natural to have you kiss me. It was almost familiar." Heero had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something he might regret about his past, about his past lover that had borne the same name as this lovely blonde boy. "You're so sweet to me, and up until about two months ago, Duo was always bragging about how lucky he was to be your boyfriend. The abuse wasn't nearly as bad then, but I have to admit, I was jealous of what you two had together, and tempted to find you alone, and seduce you. B lov loved Trowa, and I knew you'd be angry if I'd tried anything."

`You'd be surprised what I would've accepted from you,' Heero said to himself. "Thank you, Quatre. Even though one of the reasons I kissed you was to infuriate Trowa, I felt something when I did."

"So did I," Quatre said. "By the way, Heero, this is delicious. How did you know it was my favorite?"

"Your sister Shayla told me," he lied, smiling. `I cooked that for you for our last meal together before we were separated, my Quatre.'
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"Oh, Trowa," Duo sighed, snuggling next to Trowa, both of them naked. "That was really good."

"Yes, it was, my love," Trowa said, smiling as he tried to catch his breath. "You certainly know how to help a guy forget his troubles. We have to do this more often."

"That can be arranged," he said. Just then, a pair of misty violet eyes fell on the scene.

"Oh, my god!" Hilde cried as she and girlfriend Ami walked into the living room. Ami chuckled. "What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, come on, Hilde, you didn't expect to walk in on them one day?" said Ami. "Duo and Trowa have been seeing each other for months and you didn't know?"

"No, I didn't," Hilde said. "The last I heard, Duo was still dating my brother Heero!"

"Oh boy," Trowa said, throwing the couch cover over himself and Duo to hide their nudity. "This is going to take some explaining."
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That night, Heero and Quatre slept in the same room to keep Quatre from doing something stupid. On more than one occasion, Heero awoke to Quatre moaning a certain name, but it wasn't Trowa or Dorothy. The name he kept hearing was uniquely American… Scott. That was Heero's real name. Could this Quatre be the very one that he had left behind so many years ago? His suspicions had been correct. After being kicked out of his home for being gay, Scott had stolen enough money and food to get to Tokyo, and had then walked to the red light district, maletor,tor, where he hoped to find a boy near his age, 12 or 13. Looking through the signs on the doors, Scott saw Quatre's name. "Quatre, age 12, beginner."

Walking into the room, he saw the boy on his bed, reading a book. He looked up and smiled nervously. "Hello, Quatre." Scott said. "How are you?"

"No speak English," the blonde said. "You speak Japanese?" Sadly, Scott shook his head.

"You're of Arab descent, aren't you?" he said in Farsi, causing Quatre's eyes to widen. "You speak Farsi?"

"Merciful Allah!" Quatre cried. "He has sent you to me!"

"Perhaps," he said, smiling sweetly. "My name is Scott. I intend to work and live here for a while, but I don't know how to do it very well."

"Neither do I," Quatre said.

"Then let's learn together," Scott said, sitting down on the bed. Softly, he kissed the blonde's lips, causing him to blush. "It's too soon, isn't it?"

"You know, I never expected this," Quatre said. "Most men that would come in here know what they're doing and wouldn't even care about me. You actually have compassion."

"That's because we're both in the same boat," he said. "You're probably wondering how I know Farsi so will, being American."

"Yes," he said. "Not many Americans know it."

"My mother is an Israeli immigrant who converted to Catholicism," Scott explained. "She taught me Farsi." He quickly noticed that someone was about to make entry into the room, so he turned off the availability light and moaned loud enough to be heard outside. Just to be sure no one would come in, he double-locked the door.

"Is that how you're supposed to sound when you're having sex?" Quatre asked.

"I've had sex with girls before, and that's what they make me do sometimes," he laughed softly, lightening the mood. "Shall we begin, and I'll show you what girls have done to me to really make me moan?"

"I guess now is as good a time as any," he said, nervousness setting in again.

"It's okay, sweet little colony boy," Scott said, smoothing the boy's hair and resting his hand on his cheek. "Just stay calm, don't panic, and enjoy yourself." As these memories played through his mind, Heero found peace and drifted back to sleep, now whispering Quatre's name in his sleep. This woke Quatre up, who was surprised by the fact that Heero was also saying something in Farsi.

On an impulse, Quatre got out of his bed, walking to where Heero lay, and climbed onto the bed. It wasn't very light in the room at all, but he could see that Heero wasn't wearing a shirt. Looking a little closer, he could see a large scar on Heero's chest from what looked like a bullet wound. Quatre's mind went back to when he and his first lover, Scott, had been separated.

"Scott! Let me help you out!" Quatre had screamed after Scott had been shot.

"No, my love, save yourself!" he said, the pain evident in his voice. "I won't have you dying in here with me!"

"Come on, kid, let's get out of here!" yelled a man, who grabbed Quatre's arm.

"Scott, no!" Quatre sobbed, feeling Scott's hand release from his grip. "No!!"

"If I get out of here, I'll come find you," Scott whispered.

"Are you the one I left behind?" Quatre said quietly. He softly played with Heero's hair, smiling. After a few minutes, he felt Heero stir, and pulled his hand away. Heero turned over and looked up at Quatre, smiling.

"How long have you been sitting there?"

"Only a few minutes," he said. "Scott, why didn't you tell me it was you?"

"What?" Heero cried.

"I thought you were dead," Quatre said in Farsi. "You're the one I lost when Oz attacked our apartment. I don't know how you survived that gunshot, but I praise Allah that you did."

"I praise God every day for that as well, my little colony boy," he said. "And that you've come back to me now." Quatre threw his arms around Heero and kissed him furiy. "y. "Oh, Quatre, I love you so much," Heero sighed. "If I have a choice, I'll never leave you again."

"I love you too, my Scott," he sighed, climbing on top of Heero. "And I want you so badly right now that I won't be able to do anything else until I make love to you. I want you to fuck me so hard that I scream until Duo and Trowa can hear us across town."

"I'd be glad to," he said, a sly grin on his face.

END CHAPTER 1

Author's Note: Please let me know what you think of it. I'm a fan of Quatre x Trowa, but there is so much of that out there that I thought there needed to be a little twist in the story.