Night of Discovery [Gundam Wing, Quatre/Trowa, R]

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Title: Night of Discovery
Author/Artist: sagemuraken
Rating: R
Warnings: Bondage, sexual scene
Prompt: Gundam Wing, Quatre/Trowa: hard bondage "What Winner wants, Winner gets"
Word count: 527



Tonight was the night that Trowa found out the darker side to the kind blond that he'd formed a close relationship with. Of course he had seen how Quatre could fall apart in the past but this was different. Perhaps it was the sexual edge of what they were doing that both frightened and excited Trowa. Their times together previously had been nice and pleasant and loving. This was altogether something else.

Quatre had been raised as the precious only son in a sea of daughters. He'd been adored and respected and, despite his diminutive size and mild manner, he was a fine commander when it counted.

And that was the side of him that was now coming to the forefront.

Trowa trusted Quatre - which is why he had allowed the young man to strip him and tie him up in such a restrictive way. Trowa's legs were bound with a thick cord; his arms also. They were high above his head but where he was lying was soft. A fluffy, feather-filled pillow was under his head; a downy coverlet under his body. He was on his side and he could see but he couldn't speak: Quatre had also tied a silken scarf across his mouth.

Quatre was standing beside the bed, smiling, but the smile was not his usual soft and kind one. It wasn't hard either. It was simply a curl of the lips which held so many possibilities. One thing was clear though - it was a smile of control.

Trowa couldn't recall ever seeing Quatre quite like this but something in his chest and groin liked that look. His eyes were fixed on Quatre's face, particularly his lips as the blond spoke:

"What Winner wants, Winner gets. Trowa, you have to obey my every command this night. If you don't you won't get any pleasure at all tonight."

Trowa made a muffled sound and used his eyes to indicate that he understood.

Quatre nodded in satisfaction at that response then lightly ran his fingers along Trowa's cock. Trowa shivered. Quatre produced a red ribbon and began winding it along Trowa's shaft. Trowa's groan was stifled by the scarf. Quatre had gifted fingers; fingers that could make beautiful music or give a loving caress but right now the brush of them against his skin was maddening. He could do nothing about it. He couldn't move anywhere but to roll over, which he didn't - he stayed put with some effort.

He learned some lessons this night. Lessons of control - both of himself and of being controlled by others - and lessons of stimulation. He learned how pain could lead to pleasure and of how intense an experience he could have if such pleasures were prolonged for just the right amount of time.

When he was finally released to sleep by Quatre's side, it was after much satisfaction and inner growth. Quatre's breathing was peaceful beside him and Trowa looked forward to more such times together, exploring their fantasies and deepest desires.

Together - that was the key and it was a lock that Trowa was more than happy and grateful to leave open.

Comments

[snakewhissperer.livejournal.com]

I picked this one up as well - i'm posting it tomorrow, but I'm loving what you've done with it here. Your take is better than mine, I think.

And Quatre can be a bossy so-and so, can't he?

[sagemuraken.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the compliment!

Quatre can be bossy but Trowa still likes it. XD