Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Changes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 6

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

Chapter 7 of Changes of the Heart-angst with a little mild lemon.

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Heero was waiting for them outside of the ER exit when Relena and Trowa pulled up. He'd always had a disdain for hospitals, why, he really would never say. As soon as the car came to a halt Relena jumped out of the passenger seat and right over to Heero's side; he told them immediately it was just a bad contusion more on his shin than his knee.

"Are you all right Heero?" She held his hand and tried not to coo over him too much knowing that Heero disliked being fussed over even worse than hospitals.

"Antifreeze huh? Trowa checks everything out on that car once a week." Still holding his gaze to hers she went to speak but was interrupted by Trowa.

"Seems I have a leak in the radiator, a small one but a leak none-the-less. I'll get it fixed tomorrow if I can."

Heero's eyes darted between Trowa and Relena a few times, he was not easily fooled, but the excuse was valid and he had no real reason to doubt either of them. "Okay whatever." He responded. "Let's just get home."

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"You called for me Mr. Winner?"

"Yes Turner. I realize how busy you are and, I appreciate everything you do for me, but could I please ask you for a few more, favors?"

The redheaded man took from his pocket a small notepad and pen. "Of course sir, after all, I am your personal assistant."

"Yes, that's true." Quatre said. "I need you to call the florists and order a mixture of their best spring flowers and have them delivered to my home. Then contact Irene and have her and the other maids set the flowers all over the inside of our estate. Have her also tell our cook to fix a huge dinner of Mrs. Winner favorites and to have the dinner ready by 7 this evening."

Turner finished scribbling on his notepad and looked up at him. "Exactly how many flowers do I order sir?"

"As many as you think Turner. I trust your judgment."

"I'll get right on it Mr. Winner?'

"Thank you so much Turner." His assistant simply nodded and left his office.

Quatre scratched the back of his head and sighed. The smile on his face had never left since the good news of the morning and he even was whistling to himself as he made his way through the stacks of papers that lay on his desk. To add to the pleasure of the day was the look on his sister's faces over the vid-phone when he called them up and told them of the news. Get your greedy hands on our father's business will you he had thought to himself, I'd like to see you try it now.

It was 6 o'clock by the time Relena, Heero and Trowa had made it home. Relena retreated into her house while Trowa assisted Heero back to his own little cottage. Once inside her bedroom Relena crumpled down on the bed fighting desperately not to cry.

"I won't be sad. There's no reason to be. I'm having a baby and I must stay positive for him, or her, or whatever it is. I will simply put the negative events of the day out of my mind." She looked over at the clock by the bedside table. "Quatre will be home shortly and then everything will be fine. It has to be."

She was sitting up in her bed now continuing to reassure herself realizing that within the last few months Quatre had become the only stabilizing force in her life. Then her thoughts went to Heero as she tried to swallow the guilt she felt towards him as well, and now Trowa was coming back into the picture. She slapped herself to try and bring her mind back to reality. "I should really do something nice for Heero and then I can concentrate on doing something for Quatre."

She picked up the phone and called down to the kitchen. "Yes. Geoffry. Could you please fix a huge Rueben on rye?" She sighed knowing Reuben's were Heero's favorite sandwiches, "A large glass of iced tea as well, thank you? Ah, make that two Rueben's and another iced tea, sugar on the side." Relena did not know if Trowa liked Reuben's, but if he was still at Heero's she did not want to appear rude. "Cover everything with a tray and I'll be down in a few minutes."

Trowa placed another pillow under Heero's leg. "That better?"

"I'm fine, Miss Nightingale." Heero quipped the irritable reply.

"Hey just trying to help a friend." He eyed Heero up and down briefly and could tell by the former pilot's body language it was more than his leg that was bothering him. "Talk to me Heero. And don't tell me it's nothing because I know better."

Heero toned down the death-glare that he was giving Trowa. "I'm unsure Trowa. Relena's condition now, it's delicate, and I'm not." Heero growled in frustration and slammed his head back on the arm of the sofa. "You know what kind of lover I am Trowa."

Trowa nodded his head in agreement. "Far from gentle I know." "But I can't be that way with her now, or I'll hurt her and the baby, god this whole scene is so fucked up, it's to surreal for me to cope with."

Trowa knelt beside the end of the couch that pillowed Heero's head and took his hand in his. "True. This whole scenario's would even give one of Irene's soap operas a run for the money, but remember, you've overcome several obstacles that you thought were impossible, you simply just have to learn another way to love her."

Heero slapped his free hand over his eyes. "Don't tell me you want to show me how. I don't want to fuck you anymore Trowa, or be fucked by you."

Trowa half-smiled and began to stroke the palm of Heero's hand that he was holding; the other man shivered and tried to pull his hand away.

"You've always been quite the seductress Trowa." He tugged on his hand harder but Trowa refused to let go as now he was nipping kisses up the inside of Heero's arm.

"You know I'll win this war Heero. I always have."

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"Are you sure it's not to heavy for you to carry ma'am?"

"I'll be fine Geoffry." Relena smiled sweetly as she picked up the tray and backed out of the door and onto the path that made its way to the guesthouses. She breathed in the sweet fragrance of the surrounding flowers and her heart became warm in appreciation and love for Quatre. "A houseful of spring flowers Quatre? Only you would do such a sweet thing." She quickened her pace seeing Heero's house only a few feet away and once on the porch she supported the tray with one arm and hand then with her other hand she slid the keycard down the lock and pushed the door gently open with her foot. The sight she saw before her almost made her drop the tray.

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Quatre looked through the little magnifying scope, his eyes beginning to feel the strain of squinting. He blinked a few times as he handed the piece of jewelry back to the storeowner. "Well Mr. Li, I've checked out all of your bracelets and I think I'll go with this one."

Mr. Li held the bracelet up to the light so that the delicate crystals and gems caught the light and sparkled. "Yes sir. The sapphires add to its exquisite beauty as well. I can give you a special deal on the matching necklace and earrings."

Quatre thought only for a second. "Go ahead and throw them in. My sister Iria tells me a woman can't have to many diamonds. Besides, Mrs. Winner already has the matching ring I got her for Christmas."

The short Asian man bowed slightly. "Cash or Charge Mr. Winner."

"Just charge my account." Quatre drummed his fingers on the top of the counter watching as the jeweler gingerly arranged the pieces into a large black velvet box with red silk lining. Quatre had managed to get off of work earlier than planned and had decided to stop at the jewelry store to pick something up for Relena as part of the celebration he had planned. Quatre thanked Mr. Li and slipped the jewelry case into his suit pocket and began to whistle again as he walked out of the store and to his limo.

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Relena straightened her stature as her brain desperately tried taking in the view before her; first she took in Heero. He was laid stretched out on the couch, his shirt undone and his slacks and briefs were crumpled up in a pile on the floor. Her eyes then darted to Trowa who was shirtless, yet his lower body still fully clothed. He was leaned over Heero and was kissing him, one of his hands tangled in Heero's dark hair and the other hand stroking to hardness Heero's member. Neither one of them seemed to notice her, but without even turning around to face her Trowa spoke. "You don't seem surprised Relena."

Relena blinked twice; though she wasn't shocked Trowa sensed her presence.

Obviously Heero had been to caught up in the mood to notice her because the next thing she saw was Heero's eyes shooting wide open, him darting straight up and pushing Trowa off of him while pulling the afghan on the back of the couch over himself. "R, R, Relena?"

Relena drew in a quick breath, somehow she was finding herself more calm than frustrated as she casually walked over to the kitchen table and placed the tray down.

"Oh please Heero, stop acting like a virgin that's been caught by her daddy on prom night. I figured the two of you were fucking each other. This little scene merely confirms it." She sighed a little and turned back around to face the two. "I'm actually a little relieved to tell the truth. I was feeling so guilty about leaving Heero without, but I should have known Trowa, you wouldn't have let him get to lonely."

Heero shot a look of confusion. He would have thought Relena would have been irate over the whole thing, but she was actually taking it well.

"Besides," she continued, "I can't prevent you from fucking anyone it's not like I've been the most faithful gal." She turned her back to them and pretended to adjust the tray.

Relena took a breath to steady her stance, berating her actions all the while. Why was this scene making her so nervous? She had guessed that Heero and Trowa had become lovers and in fact was glad that during her absence Heero had found someone to love, but...

She suddenly jumped somewhat feeling a strong hand gripping her shoulder gently, and then it clicked. That was what was making her nervous. Being in a situation with not only Trowa but also Heero. A situation she knew she would have no hope of escaping or wanting to escape. Trowa's other hand made a path down her spine inching it's way until its arm was encircled around her waist. Before she could take her next breath she felt herself being spun around, Trowa still behind her and she was facing Heero who was still across the room standing in front of the couch, afghan wrapped around him.

Trowa nuzzled Relena's hair away from her ear with his nose and then spoke in an intense soft voice. "Heero and I were just discussing you Relena."

Her eyes darted from Heero to the side as if she was trying to look at Trowa. "Two guys chatting about me while they're fucking. Should I be flattered?" Her words came out sarcastically but Trowa seemed to ignore them.

"What's going on here Trowa? What is it between you and Relena?"

Trowa had long since linked his arms around Relena's waist holding her possessively. "It's not what 's going on between us Heero. It's what went on between us in the past."

Heero's mind raced slowly linking all of Relena's actions and words back to when he had returned to her after several months. Realizing all of a sudden it was Trowa who had pulled her into his world, just as he had pulled him in during the war. Trowa was a puppet master and him, Relena and Quatre merely the puppets.

The only word Heero spoke was Relena's name.

She hung her head and averted her gaze. "At the time I didn't think I mattered to you Heero. I thought you hated me."

"Let her go Trowa." Heero was back to his commanding self even though he knew he never intimidated Trowa in the least.

Trowa smirked, his hands leaving Relena's waist to make their way up to the front of her collar where he then began to undo the buttons on her blouse.

"Nonsense Heero. You want to learn how to love her sweetly don't you? This is the perfect opportunity. I of course will provide on hand training and assistance."

Relena was in shock unable to move but only listen to Trowa's words, she could barely even feel the cool air on her skin as the blouse was slipped from her shoulders onto the floor. She jerked her head up to see that Heero had crossed the room despite his injured leg and was now holding onto Trowa's throat with his left hand.

"I said to let her go Trowa." She had not heard Heero's voice take such a tone since the many times he'd threatened to kill her so many years ago.

Trowa remained unflappable even being able to speak through his compressed air. "I simply offer the lessons Heero. It is one's own decision if they wish to learn them."

Still somehow through her shocked state Relena was able to reach out to Heero and wrap her arms around his waist pressing, her head into his chest holding him as tightly to her as possible. "Please Heero, don't. None of this is his fault. We've done this to ourselves. He's as lonely and as desperate for love as any of us here."

As was it always with her voice, Heero felt his temper leave him and he released Trowa's neck, but not before issuing a warning. "If it wasn't for her being here Trowa I would've killed you."

Trowa smirked again. "I'm sure you would have tried." He replied, his hand on Heero's neck, his thumb gently rubbing the jaw connected to it.

The taller man leaned forward and planted light kisses along said jaw and then lips, down his nose and across his cheeks, speaking all the while in hushed tones. "Now tell me Heero what it is about this woman here in our arms that makes all of us men willing to die for her, kill for her?" Relena felt herself being squeezed between the two men, surprised she was still able to breathe easily.

Heero turned his head away from Trowa's lips and took a step back breaking his contact with Relena, save for his hand that was gently cupping her chin to bring it up to him so that he could see her eyes. Tears were welled up in the corners but whether they were tears of despair and sorrow or tears of anticipation and desire he could not tell. He leaned down to her and kissed her gently, he had never kissed her gently before, but fear of hurting her more than she had already been hurt drove him to be gentle.

"I understand Relena. I don't hate you." His hot breath against her lips broke her shock and she returned the kiss, bringing up her arms so that her hands and fingers could entwine into his hair and hold him. She caught her breath feeling Trowa's hands coming up between her and Heero so that they cupped her breasts, their thumb and forefinger rubbing her nipples between them.

Relena felt her knees go weak and her arms being pulled away from Heero's. Trowa's arms came up under her armpits and his fingers interlocked with hers behind his head holding her arms above her captive.

"You're doing wonderfully Heero. Now there of course are more areas of her body to taste other than her lips. Heero growled and Relena wondered if it was a growl of passion or one of irritation to tell Trowa to shut up. Still he continued to move down her body, slowly beginning to unzip the side of her skirt.

"Excuse me. What's going on here?" Relena caught a cry as her eyes flashed and caught Quatre's. Trowa released her and Heero stepped away from her and Relena crouched to her knees grabbing her blouse from the floor. Her mind went blank and she could comprehend nothing in her state of shock and shame. Even as Quatre's hand caught her arm as she fled, the words for her to wait for him in their room, did not quite register. Quatre then released her turning back his attention to Trowa and Heero.

TBC...