Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Changes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 3

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunrise/SOTSU Agency Bandai etc. etc.

Part 4 of Changes of the Heart. Angst, sap, lemon, you get the idea. Let's just say things get a little more complicated. 4xR and 3x1x3

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Heero was quite surprised to see Relena at his door and noticed his hangover headache suddenly was feeling a little better. He grabbed her around the waste and pulled her inside, giving her a hug instead of a kiss to spare her his morning beer breath. "Sorry, had a little to much last night." He eased his embrace feeling the way she stood against him stiffly. "What is it?"

She stepped away from him and began to wring her hands nervously. "I, I think you should sit down." She saw his eyes narrow.

"I'll stand."

She took a deep breath and walked past him, unable to even look at him. "You know that Quatre and I have certain obligations to fulfill. But what we're doing isn't just out of mere obligation it's something we want also."

Heero turned around only to see her back; rarely did she ever stumble over her words. "Just say it."

Relena took another deep breath and spoke. "Me and Quatre have decided to have a child, and because of this for the time being I won't be able to see you, sexually."

The sudden silence caused Relena to turn around and face him. His eyes were narrow and he had placed his hands on his hips. "What can I say Relena? You've obviously made your decision and I should realize by now that in the end I'm always going to be last person you consider."

Relena lowered her eyes. "Do you think this is easy for me Heero?"

"Easier than you want to admit Relena." She absorbed the words into her heart where they stabbed her. He did speak the truth to a certain degree; part of her was, excited about finally having an excuse to be with Quatre, the man who for the last few nights had filled her dreams.

"You must have spoken the truth Heero. She's not denying it." Relena's eyes flashed open hearing Trowa's voice behind her. There was then a knock on the door and Quatre's voice hollering to be let in. Heero reached his hand over to the knob and turning it casually he swung the door open to let Quatre step in.

The blonde man immediately went to Trowa's side apologizing. "I wanted you to hear this from me Trowa. I'm sorry you found out this way."

Trowa cocked a brow. "So I am to assume you won't be seeing me as well."

"No Trowa. I won't be. It's not fair to Relena."

Trowa picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. "It's not fair to us either." He snapped making his way outside the door, to angry to stay any longer.

"Trowa." Relena cried and he stopped momentarily holding onto the doorframe his back still turned. "We were barely out of our teens when we decided on this pact. We never really thought about the future consequences."

He let go of the frame, "Guess it's a little to late then." He said calmly walking away. She then looked desperately at Heero.

"Do you hate me to then as well? I wouldn't blame you if you did."

Heero looked her straight into the eyes. "I think the two of you should leave now."

Fire burned in his eyes as he saw Quatre take Relena's hand. "Come on dear. We best go. Both of them need time alone to think."

Heero closed the door quietly behind them, half of him in shock, half of him not surprised in the least. His head began to pound once again and all he could think to do was take a couple of aspirin and sleep it off, then maybe he would wake up from this nightmare.

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Trowa entered his place and slammed the door, frustration coursing through him though on the outside one would never know. He went into the bathroom and turned on the cold water from the sink faucet to full blast splashing the icy water on his face. Once thoroughly drenched he leaned his hands on the rim and stared at himself in the mirror. "Why are you so surprised? You knew this would happen. He's fallen in love with her and he hasn't fully admitted it to himself yet. It'll only be a matter of time before he doesn't want, no doesn't love you at all."

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Quatre and Relena had decided to cancel all of their appointments that day. Saturdays and Sundays were their light days to begin with, let alone not many negotiations or business dealings went on over the weekends; some things had remained sacred. Relena wanted to do some shopping and Quatre decided to go with her. On most weekends Trowa and Heero were given the day off while Quatre and Relena used the back-up guards, not to mention if things really came down to it Quatre was more than capable of defending anyone off of them. So the two most quiet, of all the ex-gundam pilots, chose to go to the shooting range to release some tension.

Heero grabbed the paper sheet off of the pulley and studied his work.

"It's not like you to be that off the mark Heero."

Heero crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trash. "No it isn't. How'd you do?"

Trowa held his paper up to the light, the beams shining through the bullet holes of the silhouetted figure. "Not much better"; his went in the trash as well.

"One more round?"

"Why not." Trowa retorted to Heero as both men readjusted their headphones and aimed their firearms.

An almost rhythmic beat of shots went off in small sparks of light as the two men fired continuously into the paper targets stopping only when their clips clicked empty; they rechecked their work.

"That's a hell of a lot better Heero."

"Yours too. Feel like getting out of here."

"I suppose. Feel like O'Charlie's?"

"I could go for a bucket of their wings and some ice cold ones."

Heero almost wanted to laugh. "Seems like all we do anymore is drink."

Trowa responded almost in kind. "Well I guess if we go down we might as well go down together."

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"How's you cordon bleu Relena?"

"Excellent actually. Do you realize how long it's been since we've actually had lunch out together?"

Quatre swallowed a piece of his swordfish. "I know Relena. It's strange. I haven't really realized how much time we spend avoiding each other in public."

Relena sipped some of her lemon water. "I don't think it's been so much trying to avoid each other as trying to avoid our situation."

"Well everything's out in the open now, we don't have to run any longer because we're afraid to confront each other about certain situations." He pushed his plate away and laid down his linen napkin as she finished her own meal, doing the same.

They both turned their head in the same direction upon hearing the cries of a baby and its two young parents scrambling desperately to calm it down. Relena covered her mouth in an attempt to suppress a giggle, but couldn't prevent the slight shade of pink that rose in her cheeks. Quatre looked into her eyes and smiling sheepishly he scratched the back of his head embarrassed as well.

"Can you imagine us like that couple, Quatre. It's so hard to believe one day it could be us."

He placed his hand on top of her and gave it a squeeze. "Somehow it's not hard for me to imagine at all Relena. Not at all."

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It was just beginning to get dark when Heero and Trowa stumbled out of the pub, Heero drunk somewhat more than Trowa. "Hail a cab or walk?"

The coolness of the night air sobered Heero up enough to comprehend Trowa's question. "Let's walk, it's healthier."

"Trying to make up for the amount of damage you just did to your liver and brain cells?" Trowa joked.

"Give it up Trowa. You have just about as much of a sense of humor as I do."

The two men walked side by side through silence, they had always had the type of friendship where at times they could understand each other and communicate without saying much of anything; course neither one had ever been known to be a great conversationalists to begin with.

"Heero."

"What?"

"It bites."

"I know."

"Got a bottle of wine at my place."

"Red?"

"White."

"We shouldn't."

"But what the hell, eh Heero?"

"Mn. Why not."

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"Will you stop it?" Relena sighed through a giggle fit. "You sound like Duo telling those jokes."

"Who do you think I got them from?"

Relena sat on the bed and slipped off her heels. "That reminds me. I talked to Hildie the other day, do you know her and Duo are expecting another child?"

Quatre snaked his tie off of his neck and hung it in the closet. "What's that make them now? Three?"

Relena was beside him now, undressing herself. "Well, they got an earlier start than the rest of us. Even Sally and Wufei only had their first child last spring."

"And now it's our turn." Relena pretended not to notice Quatre had stopped his actions and was just staring at her; she continued to change into a loose nightshirt hoping desperately he didn't see her blushing. "So, is tonight going to be the first night?" She asked sitting down in front of her vanity where she began to brush her hair.

Quatre couldn't help but feel a little flushed himself. "It's not like we've never done it before."

Relena couldn't help but giggle as she ran the last stroke of the brush through her hair. "That was three years ago on our wedding day and both of us were so drunk I'm surprised we'd remember anything about it."

Quatre's reply was somber. "Besides, it was merely for appearance and legality sake."

He was brought out of his daze by Relena's palm on his cheek. "That was then. This is now."

He pulled her into an embrace. "And what about the future Relena?"

"We'll deal with it when the time comes, together."

He smiled warmly at her, his fingers caressing her jaw to come to rest on her upturned chin. He gazed into her eyes and the only thought he had at the moment was how badly he wanted to kiss her. "Relena...I..."

She placed a finger on his lips. "Enough words okay? Let's just start with a kiss."

Quatre's leaned down to her, his nerves on edge, his heartbeat and breathing irregular as he closed his eyes. Relena found she could not breath and wet her lips lightly as nervous chills ran down her spine. She raised herself up on her tiptoes and closing her eyes she leaned up to him.

Their lips touched softly, virgin-like, as if it were the first kiss they had ever experienced in their lives. Slowly they opened their eyes to look at one another with tender smiles and flushed cheeks. Quatre tucked Relena's hair behind her ear with his fingers and then coiled it around his hand and wrist. He brought her face up to his and closing their eyes again their lips came together once more, parting as their tongues begun to clash playfully, gently. Quatre's momentary shyness was forgotten as he pulled Relena closer to him, unbuttoning her shirt to slide it off of her shoulders and down around her feet.

It was true on their wedding night both had been sufficiently drunk and claimed not to have remembered a thing when it came morning but Quatre, had lied to her. He had memories, foggy memories, but memories none-the-less, of her lips that tasted of the sweet champagne and wine...her firm pliable breasts and their nipples that perked to hardness under the strokes of his fingers... the suppleness of the rest of her body as it molded perfectly against him.

From there the memories had turned liquid, much to Quatre's dismay. Desperate to recapture those memories and make new ones he found his subconscious desires taking over his conscious mind. He lifted her up into his arms.

Though not surprised, she was caught off guard when she felt her feet leave the ground her body cupped by him in his arms as she nestled against him. As they continued their kiss she placed a palm flat against his cheek. Her hand smoothed down his cheek and shoulder, and then over his pecks and to his side, where it snaked around and slipped down inside of his pajama pants where it then squeezed his buttocks, eliciting a moan from him; the type of moan she vaguely remembered hearing time and time again three years before.

His body now was hard and muscular, unlike back then, but the strength and power of him, the intensity of his touches were still there. Like him she had kept herself silent about her memories. She broke the kiss to catch her breath welcoming the coolness of the satin sheets against her heated body as he gingerly laid her down onto the mattress. Slipping off his pajama bottoms he laid himself down along her, hovering over her, stopping his ministrations to just stare at her.

Nervous, Relena joked. "Trying to remember where everything on the female anatomy is?"

He smiled at her humor. "It's been awhile but a guy never forgets." He leaned down to her and kissed her jaw, whispering to her in a teasing tone. "It's the first hole right?"

A small giggle in the form of his name left her as she playfully slapped his back. "Get serious will you?"

He chuckled with her briefly before kissing her again, deeply, sensuously as his tongue once more lashed with hers, taking away her breath. "Is this serious enough for you?" He asked, continuing sweet, biting kisses down her body beginning at her jaw line. With his tongue, hands and fingers his exploration of a territory long since neglected by him began. His name left her lips again, though this time its form was a breathless whisper.

Relena felt faint and rejuvenated both at the same time and put her own hands and fingers to work, smoothing her palms up and down his back, her nails gently grazing him as well until her fingers finally tangled themselves in his white-gold locks pressing his head harder against her breasts encouraging his mouth's aggression upon her nipples, his teeth biting, his tongue smoothing the sting, she squirmed beneath him throwing her head to the side, allowing his head and hair to slip from her fingers so that his descending besiegement upon her body could continue.

Quatre breathed in deeply the sweet smell of hours old perfume that still lingered on her body assimilating so very lovely with her own natural scent. His mouth had left her breasts but not her body and had found its way to her vaginal folds where it was feasting hungrily, stopping first at her clitoris, his teeth capturing the swollen nub between them, his tongue furiously tinkling its center.

Relena's fingers once again took a hold of the back of his head locking its position to her groin, trying desperately to control the impulse of her hips to buck against him, but she found it was a loosing battle as the first wave of orgasm began to swell up from deep inside her. She did nothing to prevent her cry of pleasure as she felt two of his digits entering her deeply, searching, "oh god yes", they had found what they were looking for. Quatre laid his arm across her stomach and used his hand to open her up further allowing his tongue and fingers more access to her, she was unbelievably wet and slick, her love canal contracting around his fingers, producing love juices that tantalized his taste buds. He felt wetness from his own body at the tip of his sex, now fully erect and engorged, the veins pulsing with wanton release.

He placed his hands on top of hers tearing away their hold on him so that he could pull himself back up her body to place his mouth back over hers and swallow the gasps and moans of her growing ecstasy. Unashamedly he plunged himself into her as if he were a madman bent on possession and domination. He felt her legs wrap around him, her walls opening and closing around his girth as he pulled himself almost out of her only to plunge back into her again, deeply and savagely in repetition. He damned himself for being so quick, he had not wanted to rush this night, but have it be romantic and slow, gentle and sensuous, but the feel of her body against him and the encouragement of her sexual noises had made it impossible. There was no hesitation, no reason to stop or be prepared of any kind; with her he could just do.

Relena's body and mind had been jolted to reality with his sudden taking of her but she had been more than ready for him and more than capable of meeting each of his thrusts, each one of his crushing embraces with ones of her own. She dared not stop his animalistic impulses but instead accepted them whole heartedly along with his manhood each time he rammed himself into her, going deeper and going faster until...her body violently shook all of a sudden as she about lost consciousness. When Relena's arched her back with a high pitched scream he knew she had come full circle to her final climax, making her clamp down onto his sex which in turn brought him to full circle, causing his seed to flood inside her, filling her womb completely.

He did not even try to contain his outburst, nor the few tears that escaped his eyes as he collapsed onto her and began to cry into her shoulder. "Relena, I, love you." He choked out hoarsely. She folded her arms around his body, stroking the fine hairs on the nape of his neck, knowing his words were no longer that of "just" a friend. She closed her eyes in realization of her own feelings and kissed the top of his head. "And I love you my prince." Neither on of them could move, entwined in each other's arms, joyous of a newfound realization of love, but frozen in fear as well. For, their hearts were breaking also for those that they had betrayed, yet still loved all the same.

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Trowa's full bottle of wine only turned out to be half full so neither one of the ex-pilots had been able to get as plastered as they would have liked, still they consumed what they had slowly and were sitting on Trowa's couch in front of the TV flipping through the various channels. "We really need to be doing something constructive."

"Well we could be playing pool but you busted all of my cues last time."

"They were defective anyway."

"No. You just aren't a very good pool player."

Heero glared at Trowa. Their attentions turned back to the television when they suddenly heard a woman moaning and a man grunting.

Trowa tilted his head looking at the screen. "You want to watch the sex channel?"

"No. I didn't realize-I'd clicked onto to-by accident-awe hell you change it." Heero snapped tossing the remote to his friend.

"No. This girl on here is pretty cute, and she's quite limber as well. Her I could take, the guy's a little to hairy for me."

Heero blinked his eyes confused. "I thought sex would be the last thing on your mind tonight, especially sex with a woman."

"What?" Trowa acted a little surprised. "I might share my bed with another man but that doesn't mean I completely swing that way. I've always enjoyed sex with women. I just simply didn't fall in love with one. As if you have room to talk."

Heero snorted. "So I experimented in my younger days, lots of people do."

Trowa laughed. "So the little trek we took together through Europe and all the nights we spent as lovers during that time was simply experimentation was it?"

"Don't tell me you're hurt Trowa."

"Hell no. But don't deny at the time you were into it."

Heero growled. "Like I said I was young, I hardly even knew Relena."

"That's my point. If your feelings for Relena had not surfaced and my feelings for Quatre had not surfaced than we may have very well ended up together." Trowa fluttered his eyes. "I'm babbling incoherently aren't I?"

"Yep. A sure sign you've had a little to much." Silence fell between the two men as they stared at the TV again, this time the scene had changed into a ménage a trois with the same couple but another woman.

"Would you do it again Heero?"

"Sounds like a proposition to me Trowa."

The taller man shrugged his shoulders. "Well I was just thinking. Relena and Quatre are no doubt fucking each other's brains out by now and here we are lonely and pathetic, pining away for them when we could be finding comfort with one another."

Heero grabbed the remote from Trowa and flipped off the TV. "You want us to fuck each other out of spite for our lovers?"

"It wouldn't be like that. We're best friends basically, we have a history, would you rather go for lord knows how long with no one or a total stranger or be able to have sex with someone you love and trust."

Heero sighed and released a breath. "You're drunk." He felt the green-eyed man next to him now sitting sideways his arm around his shoulder, teasing his hair.

"Come on. You know you liked it before." Heero still did not move, even when Trowa began suckling on the dip of his clavicle, a spot Trowa knew could make Heero weak. He closed his eyes and moaned at the sensation while at the same time tried to shrug it off, but then Trowa's fingers began to stroke at his sex through his jeans Heero grabbed him roughly pulling him off, griping him by the wrists.

"If we do this Trowa.."

Trowa twisted his wrists out of Heero's grip. "Don't worry. Since it's been awhile for you I'll voluntarily be the uke this time."

Heero growled fighting between bodily lust and sensible logic. "What the hell." He finally blurted out kissing Trowa all of a sudden forcing him to lye back onto the couch.

Trowa was taken aback somewhat by Heero's sudden interest, but then again he knew once Heero set his mind to something he wasted little time. He urged Heero deeper into the kiss parting his lips to allow Heero's probing tongue inside of his oral cavity, his own tongue exploring Heero's mouth in return. Heero moaned against Trowa's lips breaking away for air, yet cursing himself for his actions, but then why the hell should she care? Was she thinking of him at all tonight? He clamped his mouth back over Trowa's and began tearing away both of their cloths and with Trowa's help soon both men were naked on the couch groping one another, their mouths and hands everywhere.

Trowa seethed air through his teeth feeling Heero bite down on one of his swollen nipples while pinching the other between his fingers; he snaked his hand down between himself and Heero and curled his hand around the ex-assassins cock where he then began to pump him with long, smooth strokes. A muffled cry left Heero and he reared off of Trowa pulling him down with him to roll onto the floor. Trowa was now on top, but only for a brief second before being rolled back over under Heero. He heard Heero seething in his ear. "You agreed to be the uke remember."

"Yes, I did, "this time." Trowa growled back emphasizing the last two words.

But then all words were forgotten as he felt Heero's teeth biting gently into his earlobe and then to his jaw before moving down on him, continuing to bite, kneading the nipples on his pecks mercilessly and then to his side and down his torso until he reached his dick where then Heero engulfed it wholly into his mouth. Trowa's hands covered his eyes as he moaned out loud from the suckling vacuum action of Heero's throat.

Damn Heero you didn't forget. He mentally cried out to himself, bucking his hips up pumping desperately into Heero's mouth despite Heero's iron grip that he had on his pelvis.

Shit Heero thought, he's as strong as he's ever been, stronger even. Though Heero had had a physical strength above others, when it had come down to having sex with Trowa he had always seemed to end up the subordinate, even the few times Trowa had let him run the show, it took all of the strength he had just to hold him down. Trowa tried taking deep breaths to overcome his inability to control his impulses. In his everyday life he was a man of constant control but when aroused sexually he was a mere animal, prone to follow his instincts and sexual desires.

His cock began to pulsate, sweet pain running up the entire length of his shaft. He opened his mouth to try and warn Heero of his coming, but it was to late and instead a throaty cry replaced the warning as he lost himself, shooting into Heero's mouth.

Heero began to gag somewhat, and tore himself away with a cough; a little cum shooting from his mouth.

"Are you all right?" Trowa was sitting up now, his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I'm fine. I just forgot how fast it could come out."

Trowa's eyes fluttered down to Heero's sex. "Well, it seems as if I should return the favor, just until you're hard enough to fuck me that is." Before Heero could say a word Trowa took him in a forceful kiss slamming him down onto the carpet. "Don't worry," he breathed into his mouth, "when the time comes I'll submit myself to you...but for now." His words stopped as he kissed him lightly, one of his large hands held Heero's wrists captive, while the other began a rough and greedy assault of his upper body, eliciting small growls from Heero. Trowa smiled to himself, yes, Heero, cry out for me. He dipped his head down to one of Heero's nipples pinching it between his front teeth while his tongue lapped at the nub.

Trowa's palm came to cup Heero's ball sac where his fingers squeezed gingerly tickling its underside before slipping deep into his asshole and rubbed vigorously at his prostate bringing more sexual cries form Heero as well as a full and seeping erection. He felt Heero pushing against him, trying desperately not to beg for release. Trowa's hand left Heero's rectum then and slid under the couch, one of the places he had a stash of lubricant. Flipping open the cap with his thumb he held the tube over Heero's bulging girth and squeezed quite a generous amount onto him. The cool gel made Heero's body twitch more than it already had been and he damned Trowa's ministrations as the other man began rubbing the gel into him, coating him from hilt to tip.

Heero found his wrists suddenly freed from Trowa all together and instinctively sprang up tackling Trowa back down pinning the silent one's knees to his temples. "Shit Trowa! You've always been the tease!" He screamed, hastily driving himself into Trowa's ass with one smooth motion."

Trowa held back his initial cry and simply smirked. "But it gets results does it not?"

Heero closed his eyes. "To hell with you." He seethed as he began to move inside of Trowa's rear with uninhibited, primal thrusts. Trowa moaned outwardly as well as inwardly, meeting Heero's thrusts with those of his own sending the man dangerously close to total climax. As Heero lifted himself off to strengthen the force of his driving lunges Trowa grabbed his own cock and began to beat himself off vigorously, his mind absolutely lost in the total sensations of self-stimulation along that of his sweet spot by Heero's sex. Heero felt his dick being squeezed tightly by the contraction of Trowa's anal cavity; he knew it would be any second now. Trowa suddenly curled his body forward and with a shattering yell his cum spurted out onto Heero's stomach before feeling Heero's own release spasm into his ass, his growl of sexual gratification dying down to a shivering moan.

Realization finally kicking in, Heero unhooked himself from Trowa's rear and rolled over on his back beside him, his breaths still heaving but steady. "Fuck Trowa. What just happened?"

Trowa merely yawned resting his head on his hands. "We simply relived a little piece of our history. You're not embarrassed are you? I mean its just sex."

Heero sat up, his elbows on his knees, whispering Relena's name guilt setting in but he was to tired to even try to comprehend the situation only wanting to pass out in sleep. Trowa closed his eyes feeling a little twinge of remorse himself and mentally apologized to Quatre. He then looked over to see Heero beginning to doze off and the tallest and most muscle bound of all the ex-pilots simply rose to his feet, lifting Heero quite easily into his arms to carry him into the bedroom. "Sleep it off Heero. You'll be hurting a hell of a lot in the morning."

To be continued...