Title: Time Tells by LordXAG a.k.a D-Chan

Summary: Quatre has finally come to grips that he is gay, but when he gets a surprise call from Heero who he had first experimented with and then had his heart crushed by, things turn out to be…interesting. Yaoi, 1x4, blatant lemon (later chapter especially), some angst.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them. Wish I did cause then I'd share them with the world on a channel dedicated to 24/7 GW-ness!!! Please Read, Review, Flames never necessary nor paid any heed.

Prologue

"What?" Quatre looked up from the spot where he was sitting cross legged on the floor.

The brown haired boy on the couch just cocked a crooked smile and asked again, "Do you wanna fool around?"

Quatre was so taken aback that he was speechless. Of all people, Heero Yuy was the last person he thought he'd hear this from. Not that they hadn't before, it was just a bit shocking when he hadn't seen the stoic pilot in almost four years and it didn't help matters that the last time he had seen him, Heero had professed not to be gay, that he had 'cured' himself of such feelings.

In the span of the few seconds he was silent, Quatre thought back to the times they had broken the bonds of what he had thought as decency and let himself be immersed in sinful pleasure.

Chapter 1: The First Time

The war was nearing an end and some of the hardest fighting was taking place. It seemed that every time they quelled an enemy force, another would pop up and threaten them, fighting with the fury of a caged animal who knows its doomed but wants to hurt its predator in the process.

On this particular mission, Quatre and Heero had been sent in to the base undercover in an attempt to destroy the mobile dolls so there would be less to fight when the inevitable time came. By now, though it wasn't openly said, everyone had figured it out about Quatre. From his peaceful manner (Wufie like to call it cowardice) to his gentle features, everyone figured that the young Arab was flying a rainbow flag. There was even a nasty rumor that Trowa was his lover, though whenever anyone tried to weasel it out of him, the quiet young pilot would simply shrug, though a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

Heero and Quatre had no problem getting in, surprisingly enough Quatre was very skilled at pressure points and non-lethal ways of putting soldiers out of commission for a while (Though Heero would pistol whip a few just for good measure when Quatre wasn't looking). They even managed to set the explosives without too much of a hassle, they had, after all, come in the dead of night, when the graveyard shifts were the only ones walking about. But while they hadn't run into too many soldiers on the way in, they ran into other problems. The codes to the locks had been all wrong, the maps sent them down corridors that lead nowhere, and there were more mobile dolls then anticipated (though Heero, of course, packed more than enough plastic explosives to take care of them). It was well after dawn when they had finished their mission, and there was a hum as the base came to life and the soldiers began their day.

Dodging into a nearby doorway to avoid a patrol that was headed down the hallway they were attempting to navigate, Quatre and Heero found themselves in a small restroom.

"This will have to do," Heero grumbled as he pulled out a small communicator from somewhere in his spandex shorts. As it crackled to life he secured the door with a metal bar he had torn off the wall in the stall to help the handicapped, no one would be coming in that way and Quatre wondered how they would get back out. Feeling secured, Heero spoke quietly into the small black device, "Change of plans. The charges are set but were stuck. You'll have to start the attack without us."

"What?!" Duo's voice was loud, but he didn't exactly sound shocked.

"Just do it," Heero hissed, "and contact me when you arrive so I can detonate them. We're in a pretty fortified place so we should be ok."

Quatre looked around and wondered how Heero could call a bathroom with two urinals, a stall, and a hand sink fortified, but if it was good enough to survive a tornado in it was good enough to attempt to weather an explosion.

Heero set the communicator down on the sink and made to sit on the floor, leaning his head against the wall, the cool tile feeling good on his hot skin.

"Nothing to do but wait then?" Quatre finally spoke up.

"It should only take them about forty-five minutes to get assembled and get here," Heero closed his eyes, "Three of them should be more than enough to handle this lot, especially after we thin out the ranks." Heero tapped a small bulge in the side of his short which Quatre took as the detonator to the explosives they had just planted.

Thinking this was going to be a forty-five minute silent sit-and-wait, Quatre relaxed as much as one could and sat with his back propped against the stall wall, though the tile was a bit chilly for him. Quatre stared off into space and delved enough into his own thoughts that when Heero spoke, he had not been quite sure what he had said.

"What?" Quatre turned his attention the Heero who still had his eyes closed.

"Why won't you tell us?"

"About what?" Quatre seemed confused.

"About you," Heero lazily opened his eyes, though they were still cold and calculating even under the heavy lids and thick lashes, "about Trowa."

Quatre still seemed confused for a second till it dawned on him what Heero was hinting at and he blushed and attempted to protest, "Heero…"

"Do you think we don't know?" Heero cut him off, pushing a mop of brown bangs from his forehead and sitting up to fully look at Quatre, "Did you think we wouldn't find out?"

Quatre could only grow redder and hang his head. He knew that this would come, that this would get out. Though Trowa and he had only kissed the one time, he knew then and there that there was no going back. He didn't want to admit it to himself so he had shied away from the silent, uni-banged pilot, fearing his secret would be revealed, and if he wasn't ready to fully admit it to himself how the hell was he supposed to admit it to the others?

"Quatre?" Heero's voice was cold, a sad attempt at warmth. Quatre hated that voice suddenly, that voice which could pry into anything.

"What would you know about it?" The blond quietly snapped, feeling suddenly angry and exposed.

Heero moved, though Quatre refused to look up until he felt the brown haired boy sit next to him on the floor. Quatre dared a glace out of the corner of his eye and saw that the young man was staring at him like he was some sort of puzzle, some piece of data that needed decoding. Well he didn't need decoding. He knew who he was though he couldn't fully admit it to himself. He made to turn away when a warm hand suddenly appeared on his cheek. He turned with a perplexed look and found himself gazing deep into cobalt blue eyes.

The movement was so fluid that it took a second for him to register that Heero was kissing him. After that his eyes opened wide and he was almost scared at what was happening, then he let himself be taken over by the fact that this dark haired angel of death was gently, tenderly kissing him. Quatre melted as the warmth seeped from the place where Heero's mouth touched his and spread though his entire body. As Heero pulled away, Quatre felt a sense of loss.

"Heero, why?" was all that could escape his lips. He was slightly out of breath and the tile under him suddenly felt like a nice soothing cool rather than an ice cold like it had been before.

"To prove that you were," Heero stated simply and Quatre's heart fell. That was it, he had been outted, everyone would know by the end of the day and none would ever want to talk to him again thinking that he had some sort of disease.

"And because I wanted to," Heero's voice was soft, almost a whisper, like it was a sin what he had said.

Quatre looked up into his eyes again and saw their cobalt blue give way to something else; he saw a want, a desire, a need buried deep inside the crystalline orbs. Heero wanted him! It was now obvious, the look was all over his body from the way he licked his lips, his tongue darting out ever so craftily, to the slight bugle in the front of his spandex shorts that Quatre knew was not the detonator. Heero wanted him, and badly. Quatre smirked at the idea.

Silently Heero leaned in again and their lips touched, eyes closing reflexively as they immersed themselves in the bliss of the contact. Their lips stayed locked for a long time till a hand ran up Quatre's arm, ghosting over the back of his neck and buried itself into his golden locks. He gasped, pulling away and threw his head back. Taking the opportunity and the exposed flesh, Heero gently kissed Quatre's neck, lightly nipping at the soft skin with his teeth.

Quatre quickly regained himself and passed his arm around Heero's torso, pulling him closer. Slowly he took his other hand and slid it up Heero's knee, over the spandex, until he found a bulging source of heat that protruded from the front of his shorts. Gently Quatre traced his fingers over the material causing Heero to gasp and pull away from his neck. They looked at each other, both smiling, almost wickedly taunting the other with just a single look.

Suddenly the small communicator crackled to life and Duo's voice came loud over the small radio, "Bombs away Heero!"

Gunfire and loud booms could be heard from outside the building. Heero jumped up and checked the watch attached to the bag that had held the explosives. Fifteen Minutes?! Why, of all the missions, of all the times?! Why did Duo have to be early now?!?! Silently cursing he picked up the communicator and, not bothering to keep his voice down, replied, "Rodger that."

Picking up the bag and grabbing a confused Quatre by the arm, he drug them into the stall, pushing Quatre down beside the toilet and draping himself on top of him, then the bag over top of them both as to provide as much protection as possible. With one last kiss to the back of Quatre's neck; Heero pulled out the detonator and pushed the button.

The noise was earsplitting and the vibrations rocked them like an earthquake. Pieces of ceiling and wall tumbled down upon them and general chaos seemed to reign for a few seconds. During that time, Quatre wondered if they would make it out ok. If not, he would be happy to be here, under Heero's warm body, if for the only time.

But then the sound stopped, the smoke and dust cleared, and with a grunt, Heero stood pushing the debris off of himself and Quatre, effectively freeing them. The blond looked around in a daze. What had once been a secure base was now rubble all around them, the walls of the bathroom were still half standing but that was about it. The urinals had been knocked out, effectively bursting open the water pipes and electrical wires sparked all around them.

"Holy Jesus Hell! Think you could have left any for us?!" Duo's voice came over the communicator and it was true, there seemed to be almost no resistance, most of the survivors fleeing the base, and a few turrets firing wildly at the three Gundams who were taking out the few remaining mobile suits.

Heero cracked a smile and spoke into the little black radio, "See you back at the safe house."

Heero and Quatre freely moved out of the crumbled base and towards the grounds of the compound where they had seen some transport vehicles parked earlier. After a quick hotwire (a new specialty of Heero's) they were safely on their way out of the wreckage and towards their current residence. Quatre sat uncomfortably in the truck, not because of the seat, but because Heero had become silent and withdrawn again, no sign of the spark that he had seen in those few moments on the cold tiled floor locked in an enemy base.

When they finally reached the vicinity of the safe house, they ditched the truck, taking the last three miles on foot. Upon arriving at what they guessed at one time had been a private fallout shelter in the foothills, they were greeted by the other three pilots. Actually they were greeted by Duo who was enthusiastically reliving the destruction they had just come from to a very irritated looking Wufie and an always silent Trowa.

"You're here!" Duo was ecstatic and bounced over to greet them. Heero entertained him for about a half a second before sidestepping the 'braided baka' and making his way into what was supposed to resemble a kitchen for something to drink. Duo then simply laid into Quatre for details, though there were few to give.

As Quatre relayed all that had happened to an entranced Duo; Trowa sat on the couch intently listening, Wufie had picked up some magazine and was attempting to drown out the 'noise' and Heero leaned against the doorway, a glass of orange juice in his hand, half listening but staring at Quatre intently. After he was done telling what little tale there was, Quatre sighed and ran his hand though his hair, exposing a bit of his neck.

"Holy carp, Quat, are you ok?!" Duo looked shocked and pushed Quatre's hand aside to brush his hands over a large purple splotch on his upper neck.

"What is it?" Quatre looked worried.

"A bruise! How did you get hit in the neck? You didn't mention that," Duo looked at him incredulously but it was a slight choking noise from Heero that made Quatre realize what it was.

"Uh yeah, just got hit by a piece of debris I guess," Quatre made up. Heero turned back into the kitchen and Trowa eyed him with a suspicious smile as Duo unknowingly ghosted over the large hicky Heero had bestowed him with.

Quatre excused himself, using the excuse that he was terribly thirsty to pry himself away from Duo. As he made his way into the kitchen, he didn't see Heero anywhere and was both relieved and disappointed. He went to the fridge to get a cold soda; some caffeine would settle his nerves. A strong hand suddenly pulled him up and put his back into the door to the fridge, Heero's cobalt blue eyes smiling at him.

"To be continued?"

Quatre only nodded as Heero released him and stalked slowly from the kitchen. Quatre reached into the fridge and pulled out three cans of pop; he was going to need a lot of caffeine.