Becoming Human

Hiya every one!!! Can you believe I finally wrote this?! Anyway, just as a reminder:

G-boys are sexy
Trieze and Zechs too
Other folk own them
So please do not sue.

oh, and yaoi ahead.

And today, a Lemon!!! YAY!!! It was requested, and I was able to fit one in, so here you go. (I hope the formatting works out ok)
And the detail oriented might want to know that I\'ve edited the chapter entitled \"The Extraordinary Dr. Po.\" I realized upon rereading that I\'d gotten the layout
of her room wrong, and those who pay attention to such details might be gratified to notice that I\'ve corrected the error.

I think that\'s all for now. Bon Appetit!! ~_^


Quatre pulled the car into his space in the school\'s parking lot, Cheb Khaled[1] blasting out of his stereo
system while Duo read the historical essay in the liner notes of his newly acquired recording of Durufle\'s Requiem,
as recorded with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra & Chorus[2]. Quatre had been surprised at some of Duo\'s musical choices—sure, he expected that he\'d take to rock music, and even jazz or folk. But when he had suddenly turned and made a
beeline for the classical music section, Quatre had been surprised to see him aim unerringly for the Requiem and
Crumb\'s Black Angel Suite.[3]

 

Quatre shook his head as the two of them climbed out of the car, reaching into the back seats to
pull out the last of Duo\'s new loot, the end of a three-day shopping spree.
Said braided one bounced over with arms outstretched.

 

"Aww Q-ball, that\'s my stuff. No need for you to carry it around!" Duo took the bags,
then began bounding toward the door. "So, when do you leave for the
airport to get your boyfriend?"

 

Quatre blushed as he looked at his watch. "I\'ve got about half an hour before I\'ve got to
go, so I can help you set up your CDs before." He looked up to see Duo
trying to juggle bags and open the door at the same time. "Ah, Duo, I got
that," he said. He reached down to the knob and so was surprised when the
door opened before he could touch it. Stepping back, his eyes widened.

 

"Trowa?" He whispered. When the vision didn\'t disappear, he leapt up and wrapped his
arms around the taller boy. "Trowa! It is you! But I thought you weren\'t
due in for another hour! I was gonna go meet you!" His words were muffled
due to the fact that his face was buried in dark grey silk, but Trowa managed
to understand it all.

 

Smiling gently, he
looked over Quatre\'s head to meet Duo\'s amused glance. "I caught an
earlier flight at Heathrow, mon petit. By the time I could call and not wake
people up, you had already left with . . .Duo, is it?"

 

Duo grinned. "Yeah, that\'s me. You must be that handsome devil
I\'ve been hearing so much about."

 

Trowa chuckled. "I suppose so." He looked down.
"Little one, I think we should move out of the doorway."

 

Quatre was happy just as he was, wrapped in Trowa\'s arms and
breathing in his cologne with every breath. But on the other hand, Duo did need
to get in, and if they stayed much longer, Lady Une was sure to come over and
start yelling about how they didn\'t need to air condition the entire island. It
was a tough choice.

 

With a sigh, Quatre loosened his hold enough to push Trowa back and
to the side, and then tightened it up again as Duo brushed past with an
enthusiastic "Thanks, Quat! Come see me later when you let him breathe
again!" and then disappeared around a corner.

 

Quatre sighed into Trowa\'s shoulder, nuzzling slightly. He was home
now.

 

Trowa frowned. Maybe Quatre was content to simply be held, but he
was craving a bit more. Gently he brought up his hand to this love\'s cheek, and
leaned down, brushing their lips. The smaller gave a small sound, parting his
lips in invitation. Trowa gladly accepted, and their tongues touched gently,
initiating a slow, almost courtly dance.

 

Which was interrupted by an amused clearing of the throat.
"Gentlemen," Treize chuckled, "enough snogging. God knows you\'ll
get enough of each other tonight. Right now, Trowa has to finish unpacking so
he can have enough time to make that wonderful Tarte au Citron of his for
tonight\'s dessert. And Quatre, you need to get Duo for today\'s session. Duo\'s
family is coming over again, and I\'m sure they\'d like to meet both of you."

 

Knowing Trieze was right, they both pulled slightly apart, but
remained hng hng hands.

 

"Yes, sir." They mock-groaned as they walked past.

 

* * *

 

Dinner that night went smoothly, Duo\'s family taking an instant
liking to his new friends. Between courses, Heren asked a question that had
been in her mind for several days.

 

"Exactly how many saur-raised humans are there at this
school?" she asked.

 

Trieze set his glass of wine down gently. "With Duo, there are
now five." He replied. "Quatre, raised by Rock Crushers in the
Northern Sahara, Trowa by the Wave Riders who are anywhere they please, Heero
Yuy by the Ravine Runners here on Chesapeake, and Chang Wufei by the Cave
Dragons of Southern Mongolia."

 

Heren\'s thoughtful murmur of "Ravine Runners?" was drowned out by Karick\'s surprised exclamation of "The Cave Dragons are
real?! I thought they were just stories!!!"

 

Une chuckled. "No, they\'re quite real, though quite difficult
to find, being possibly the most reclusive species on the planet. They inhabit
almost every peak in the Himalayas, burrowing deep
under the ice and rock to make their homes. Not even the Mongolian government
dares climb above the treelines, for fear of being caught by the dragons."

 

"Are they really as fierce as the stories say?" asked
Ian.

 

Trieze snorted. "Even more so. Any sentient being that touches
the high snows very quickly become a snack for an angry dragon. They are very
territorial."

 

Ian frowned. "Then, how has a human lived among them for so
long?"

 

"Ah, now that is a story. See, sometimes the Dragons to make
friends with others, though this is very rare. But among the dragons there is a
universal respect for the monks who like to make their homes in the mountains.
Well, when the Mongolian government decided that the monks – who for thousands
of years had been among the most peaceful people on earth – were a threat, they
decided to slaughter the monks. On one mountain, a monk fled with a baby that
had been left to them a year before. Up, he fled, into the ice, and dared to
enter the cave of the dragons who lived on that mountain. They were greatly
upset that someone dared intrude upon their den, but he pleaded with them to
care for the child. For several days they argued, but in the end, the dragons
agreed to shelter the boy.

 

"No sooner had they taken him than the monk collapsed, dead
from wounds and exhaustion. Then the dragons rose in great anger, for the monk
had, in the course of those days, become a friend. He had proven to have a
sharp and brilliant mind, something the dragons treasure greatly, and had
proven his courage and daring by coming to them in the first place. That he was
dead was to them a great wrong, for they would have liked to argue other
matters with him as well. So, angered at being robbed of such potential for
great debate (for dragons love little better than a clever dispute), they flew
from their dens and fell upon the Mongolian armies with much fire and claw,
destroying them utterly. Every \'copter, plane, tank and trunk was reduced to slag,
and no one ever saw the soldiers again, although there were some bits and
pieces left.

 

"Then the dragons returned to the caves and began to care for
the boy as if he truly were their own. And that is how Chang Wufei came to live
with the Cave Dragons."

 

* * *

 

Quatre grinned, glad that dinner was finally over. As much as he\'d
loved meeting Duo\'s family, and as yummy as the tarte had been, he was eager
for someone yummier whom he loved much more. The hallway around him was a blur as
he sprinted the last hundred feet to his door, opening and closing it behind
him with one move.

 

Opening his mouth to speak, he was surprised to find it occupied by
another, so contented himself with a moan instead. In a whirlwind of movement,
he found himself on his back on the bed, his shirt already half way off.

 

"Uggh, Trowa," he groaned when the other\'s mouth was
occupied with a pert rosy nipple. "Don\'t you want to slow down? You know,
ahn, take time to enjoy?"

 

Trowa growled as he freed Quatre\'s erection from silken boxers.
"I\'ve had to live without you for two whole months, and you want me to
slow down?! We\'ve got the whole damn semester ahead of us to slow down during.
I want you now!"

 

"Well," Quatre panted. "If you put it that way. . .
I suppose it has been a while since you last ravished me. . ."

 

"Ravished?" Trowa murmured as he leaned forward to claim
soft red lips and reach for a bottle of sandalwood massage oil. Pulling back
with bottle in hand, he continued. "Oh, I\'ll do much more than that. . ."

 

"You promise?" Quatre pulled the bottle out of Trowa\'s
hand and dribbled the liquid into his palm. Reaching for Trowa\'s impressive
erection, he whispered sweetly. "Will you fuck me then? Screw me into the
mattress \'till I can hardly breathe?" Trowa moaned in affirmation. He
loved it when his angel spoke so . . . roughly. "Again and again until
we\'re so covered in sweat and cum that we can\'t taste each other\'s skin
anymore? And then a shower where the water is cold long before we are clean?"

 

"That’s the plan," Trowa kissed him again as he reached
his own hand around and down to Quatre\'s entrance.

 

"Oh, goody," Quatre sighed, then moaned as Trowa\'s
talented fingers stretched and slicked him. There we no more words then,
tongues to happily dancing together to spare room as Trowa used one, two, then
three fingers to make sure his love was ready.

 

Then impatience set in, and Trowa turned his love around and buried
himself in one stroke. There he paused for a moment, relishing the feel of
Quatre\'s soft, hot tightness, and Quatre relished the feel of his hardness
pushing deep within himself. But it wasn\'t enough for him, he wanted more.
Quatre shifted to push back, and Trowa gladly accepted the invitation, pulling
out, then slamming back in, setting a hard, delightfully rough pace.

 

But the separation had robbed them of some of their endurance, and
it wasn\'t long before Trowa felt that swelling ascent. Desiring to see his love
satisfied before him, he reached around to caress Quatre\'s desire, eliciting a
growling yell from his lover. Quatre roared as he came, his muscles
constricting tightly around Trowa, causing him to fall right behind.

 

Exhausted, the two collapsed to the bed, Trowa still buried deeply
in the blond. "And that\'s just the beginning," he promised, placing
small kisses on Quatre\'s neck.

 

"I shall hold you to that." Quatre replied with a sigh,
closing his eyes as well.

 

* * *

 

It was not the morning sun that woke Quatre, though it shone
merrily through their window. Nor was it the soft breathing of his mate, though
this was a gentle breeze always welcomed. No, it was the storm of anger and
rage he felt coming from downstairs.

 

"Ahh, shit, Trowa," he moaned. "Heero\'s arrived, and
I think he knows about his roommate."

 

 

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TBC. . . (du~uh)

 

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[1] Cheb Khaled is the King of Raï in Algeria, but is living in exile in France.
So, I guess he\'s popular. But the question then is, what is Raï? Is it: A) A
small island in the Pacific, B) A state of the art psycho-active substance, C)
A type of North African pop music, or D) A war cry of drunken Guatemalans.

[2]My absolute favorite recording of this work, it has Robert Shaw conducting. . .
it\'s soooo beautiful. Ah, and a requiem is a Mass for the Dead. Almost every
big composer wrote one.

[3] One of my favorites from the 20th Century, it\'s really cool. Inspired by
the Vietnam War, dark, scary, totally neato! I\'m a complete music nerd, I know,
but this stuff really fits his character.


Oh, and Tarte au Citron? MMmm, Lemon Tart. I have this killer recipie that\'s just great. And who doesn\'t just love lemony desserts?
I know Q-ty loves \'em ~_^