Title: Like a Prayer
Author: Jade
Pairing: 3x4
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, masturbation, Duo's POV, PWP
Notes: I don't usually do songfics, and I know I'm supposed to be working on god only knows how many other fics, but I heard this and it just screamed "write me...." Hope it's not too pathetic....
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue, don't ask, don't tell

Notes: Lyrics are in /�/

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Trowa watches Quatre sleep in their shared room. They are roommates only, but Trowa has always wished for more, since the first time he laid eyes on the blond angel.

/Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone/

Trowa thinks about his past, a mercenary since before he knew the meaning of the word. There was just the assignment, the instructions, then the successful completion. If you weren't successful, you were dead. No exceptions, no mercy. It was simple, no interpretation was required. No guessing, no dilemmas, no joy.

Then there came Operation Meteor, and his chance to escape. He was in the right place at the right time, no more, no less. He saw a chance, took it, and Heavyarms was his. Also his for the first time was the responsibility of free will. He could follow instructions, or choose not to, and not die instantly.

And there were the other pilots. All so different, yet they fought together. He would never forget the day he met Quatre, the duet they shared, joy felt for the first time. Joy of creating something not meant to kill. He remembered the way Quatre had said his name as he left.

/I hear you call my name/

When they met again, he thought in the interval he had buried the feelings the Arabian stirred in him. There was no place for feelings in a soldier. Then he heard his voice again.

/And it feels like home/

In the heat of battle, Trowa works side by side with Quatre, trying to fulfill the mission while still unobtrusively protecting the other pilot. Who didn't need his protection really, but he couldn't help himself.

/When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there/

In between missions, the pilots hide out at safe houses, stealing happy moments while they can. Quatre laughs delightedly as he shows Trowa a boyhood treasure.

/I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying/

Trowa watches Quatre across a table, enchanted by the fair youth. Later, alone in his bed, he dreams of touching him. Trowa knows he is unworthy of the pure Quatre, but he cannot help himself or stop his stroking hand.

/I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes/

Trowa bites his lip to keep from crying out as his passion spills alone in the moonlight.

/Heaven help me/

Another night, Trowa stands by the side of Quatre's bed, watching over him as always. But tonight Quatre seems to be having a dream.

/When you call my name it's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there/

Quatre writhes in his sleep, pushing the covers down. He wears red silk boxers to bed, and they bulge with his arousal.

/In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there/

Trowa sits next to him and tries to ignore Quatre's erection. He smoothes the sweat-soaked hair. The blond boy begins to whisper, "Trowa�"

Quatre's hand moves down to his own erection, stroking it. Trowa feels his own manhood rise in answer.

"Trowa� oh yes, Trowa� love you�"

Trowa gasps out loud, not believing his ears.

Quatre's aqua eyes open, looking straight at Trowa's flushed face.

/Like a child you whisper softly to me/

"Trowa?"

/You're in control just like a child/

Quatre grabs Trowa's head and pulls it down, kissing him savagely.

/Now I'm dancing/

Trowa kisses back, unable to believe he has his love in his arms.

/It's like a dream, no end and no beginning/

Quatre runs his hand up Trowa's shirt, looking for and finding a hard nipple.

/You're here with me, it's like a dream/

Quatre's other hand quests lower, grasping Trowa's arousal through the loose boxers and squeezing.

/Let the choir sing/

Trowa moans into Quatre's soft mouth.

/When you call my name it's like a little prayer/

"Trowa?" Quatre whispers. "Make love to me?"

/I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there/

Speech fails him, so Trowa answers with his body, reverently touching the alabaster skin he has dreamed about so often.

/In the midnight hour I can feel your power/

Sliding off the red boxers, Trowa takes Quatre into his mouth and tastes his love. Quatre moans softly, arching up off the bed to meet Trowa's tongue.

/Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there/

Trowa looks up at his angel's face as he approaches climax, wanting to see the expression he put there. Quatre cries out, and Trowa swallows every drop of nectar spilled by his love.

/Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there/

Quatre gasps as Trowa licks him clean. Trowa kisses his angel long and hard. "Take me, Trowa� I want you inside me�"

/Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery/

Trowa pauses before he enters his love for the first time, savoring the moment. He wants to remember this moment forever, the moment Quatre became his and his alone.

/Just like a dream, you are not what you seem/

Quatre cries out, but not in pain, as Trowa slowly takes him, filling him, completing him.

/Just like a prayer/

Slowly, Trowa makes love to Quatre, savoring every stroke, every thrust, every whimper that comes from his angel's perfect mouth.

/No choice
Your voice can take me there/

Quatre moans and clutches the sheets as Trowa proves his love again and again.

/Just like a prayer
I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me/

In the next room, Duo raises his head from his pillow as he hears Quatre scream his lover's name in ecstasy. He is happy for them, but he looks over at his sleeping roommate and wonders if they will ever make those sounds together. Duo buries his head in his pillow to muffle the sounds of Trowa and Quatre's passion; and his own tears.

Heero sleeps on, oblivious; but his dreams are filled with violet eyes and braided beauty.

/Just like a prayer
I'll take you there��/

The End