Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes Cold As Stone ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Eyes Cold As Stone

Chapter 6

"We should get more information. We are still in the dark. Heero and Duo didn't get anything." Jezebel leaned closer to her computer, briefly flicking her eyes to either side, making sure no one was around. Wufei paced in front of Lady Une in his office. "Without more intelligence, we cannot fight." Une nodded in acquiescence.

"The aerial base in France, La Porte du Espace, it should probably be the best target." Jezebel stared hard at the stack of papers Une was shuffling. Unfortunately the camera wasn't at the correct angle and she couldn't see what was written on it. Oh, well. That base was part of the Barge information-it was nothing new.

"When do I leave?"

"ASAP."

"Mission accepted." Damn Gundam pilots. She keyed in the number for the French base.

"Colonel Jackson, you're going to have company. One of the pilots is on his way."

"Yes, sir." She broke the communication and focused back on her computer. She keyed in the commands for Heero and Duo's office. The braided maniac wasn't around, but Heero was planted firmly in front of his computer. Mental note: hack into Yuy's system. Knowing she would find nothing in that office, she switched over to Trowa and Quatre's office. She found Duo there with his arm draped over Quatre's shoulders. Surprisingly, Trowa didn't look like he was glaring at Duo. Normally, he did.

The three were babbling about another outing to Nallen's. Quatre and Duo had to be alcoholics for the amount of time they spent at the bars. She had followed them for a while to scope out information about the Gundams, but all they said, when they weren't giggling, was swear words and dirty insults, which caused more laughter. Jezebel sighed. She still was trying to confirm the existence of new Gundams. This was important. If there were Gundams, she'd have to expedite her attack, hoping for victory before they were complete. If they weren't being built, then she could take her time, putting in to play her new Zero System for the mobile dolls. She sat up straighter as Lady Une walked into Trowa and Quatre's office.

"Trowa. Be in my office in twenty minutes." Damn. She still hadn't gotten any surveillance equipment into Lady Une's office, and she probably never would. That woman was among the most paranoid people in all of history. Une was smart.

"Yes, sir." Quatre moved over to where Trowa was sitting and sat in his lap. Trowa smiled. "It okay."

"Quatre, you and I will go to the bar now, and Trowa will catch up when he's done." Quatre had gone a little pale, but nodded anyway.

"See you soon, Trowa." Trowa smiled at Quatre.

"Definitely." Quatre gathered his coat. Duo flung an arm around Quatre and they left. Trowa continued to smile wistfully at the door. Jezebel knew that Une would be assigning a mission to Trowa, but she wouldn't be able to find anything out. Damn. She briefly scanned through the rest of the rooms-nothing. Oh, well. So I won't find anything else out tonight.

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The motorcycle hummed underneath him. He pulled back on the gas, anticipating the blind turn ahead of him. The sun was setting behind him and was splashing warm colors on the trees ahead. Wufei smiled. It was times like this that you could forget there was even such a thing as war. Soon, the sun wouldn't be able to throw its heat on the ground before him and the stars would come out, blazing in their silent glory. Wufei sighed. It was amazing how easily he slipped back into the role of soldier/terrorist. He revved the engine down and concealed the bike in some foliage. Making sure his sword was strapped comfortably on his back, he grabbed a bag of explosives and disappeared into the brush.

He ran for two miles before entering the clearing of the solitary warehouse. That's what the world thought it was, unfortunately, the information that Heero and Duo had uncovered proved differently. Really, the warehouse was a base for anti-craft missiles. It also was one of the bases that were needed to employ the new mobile dolls. Wufei's mission was simple-find any information, and blow up the base. He knew that there would be a lot more of these missions. This organization had dealt the first blow when they hurt Quatre-now it was time to retaliate. He slipped silently into the darkened target and beelined it for the computer console at the far end of the base. He stealthily sidled up to the console and began hacking. His eyebrows raised at the scrolling information. Shit. He quickly transferred all the files he could fit onto a disc and planted an explosive under the console. He quietly exited the makeshift office and did a quick circuit of the building, placing explosives at all vulnerable points. He relished in the simplicity of this mission. The others wouldn't have it so easy. One: this wasn't the base he and Une had discussed in his office-that was just a ruse, a set up. And two: once this base exploded, the elite commanders would know that we knew more than what we found at Space Barge. Therefore, all bases would be put on alert. Oh, well. Wufei pushed the trigger and the night erupted in warm fire. Now to complete the rest of his mission-disappear for two days.

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"Dude! Cheer up."

"Sorry."

"Quat, stop apologizing. It's not the end of the world."

"I know, Duo. But it seems like I just found Trowa, and now he's going away."

"You don't know that for sure." Duo pulled back on Quatre's shoulder, causing him to stop.

"You know just as well as I do that that's why Une called Trowa to her office." Duo smiled at Quatre.

"It won't be like last time." Quatre looked up at that. "We've taken precautions-we know more, now. They won't be prepared." Quatre visibly brightened.

"You're right."

"So," He poked Quatre in the ribs. "What's he like in bed?"

"Duo!" Quatre hit him.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You're hopeless. Let's get something to drink." He laughed heartily as they continued on toward Nallen's.

"You know, Quat, you're turning into a regular drunk."

"And who's fault is that?"

"Shinigami's, baby."

They walked in the bar, shouting greetings to Liam-their bartender. They thought of Liam as theirs because they thought of the entire bar as theirs.

"What'll you have, gentlemen?" Liam spoke in a strong Irish accent, seemingly forgetting to pronounce his `H's, and ghosting over his `T's.

"Absolutely no CarBombs!" He shouted his wishes at Liam, startling the poor man, but hell, there was no way he was drinking another one of those again. Not even when hell freezes over. Quatre laughed beside him.

"I won't make you drink that again as long as you promise never to make me drink Guinness again."

"Deal." He turned back to Liam. "I'll take a Black Velvet. Quat?"

"Vanilla Stoli and Cranberry, please."

"Got it, gentlemen." Liam flipped the correct glasses down from their perch on the shelves above.

"Dude, Liam. What's with the gentlemen thing?" Liam shrugged as he poured the flavored vodka over ice.

"Just wanted to see if you were payin' attention." Liam looked up from the drinks and grinned at him. He laughed appreciatively.

"Alright." Liam set the pint glass full of vodka and cranberry juice in front of Quatre and finished pouring the Guinness on top of the cider.

"I thought you weren't going to drink Guinness again." Quatre's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I never said that I didn't like it with cider, I just don't like it alone-or in a CarBomb." Quatre and Liam laughed.

"That's what I like about you boys," Liam emphasized the word boys because he knew it irritated them, "you are always fightin'." He grinned at the bartender.

"Hell yeah." He and Quatre burst into hysterical laughter, the stress of yesterday and today finally wearing off. "Liam. Three Kamikazis, please." He winked at Quatre.

"Am I to assume that I am gettin' a shot as well?" He nodded, the grin still plastered to his face. Quatre laughed as Liam placed a shot in front of each of them.

"To Nallen's-the night is still young." Quatre and Liam raised their shots to the toast. The alcohol slid down his throat like water, instantly warming his insides. He took a swig of his Black Velvet, tasting first the Guinness, followed swiftly by the cool cider. Life is good. He looked over to his best friend, a warm pink beginning to spread over those pale cheeks. "Another shot?"

"So soon?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Scoobysnacks or Schelelies?" He thought for a moment before answering.

"Let's do Scoobysnacks. I'm not in the mood for whiskey." He nodded at Liam. "Two Scoobysnacks, please."

"Duo?"

"Hm?"

"Do you…ah…how do you feel about Heero?" He gave Quatre a hard look. "I mean, that…well its obvious that you're stuck in the same hang-up that I was in."

"True…" He looked at Quatre a long moment before continuing. "I do like Heero…a lot, but…" He sighed. "I'm just a hypocrite." Quatre let out a low chuckle, wrapping his fingers around his drink.

"Duo, you're just as hopeless as I am." He grinned.

"You got that right." Quatre turned to him, replacing his glass on the faded coaster. Duo felt himself staring at that coaster, the way its edges were frayed and its colors subdued.

"I hope that you get the courage one day to tell Heero how you feel. I hope you don't end up in the same situation as I was in." He sighed, feeling Quatre's pain. It won't happen like that…who the fuck was he fooling, anyway?

"I hope so, too." Their shots rested, neglected in front of them. He picked his up. "To our hopelessness." Quatre laughed and raised his shot.

"No more for a while, Duo. I feel like I'm sitting on air." He had to agree; they had had too much liquor in too short of time. He leaned forward against the bar and stared at the lightening Stoli Ice thing. He watched as the lightening flickered around the bottle, similar to those electricity balls that throw purplish electricity at your fingers when you press them to the glass.

"Are you getting him drunk again, Duo? Wasn't last night enough?" He turned around to see Trowa wrap his arms around Quatre. He grinned.

"Nah, its never enough getting' Quat drunk. Each time is like the first time-only now its more expensive getting him drunk." At Trowa's quizzical look he elaborated. "He can handle a hell of a lot more now than he used to." Trowa laughed.

"With you as a drinking buddy, I'm sure."

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Trowa kept his arms wrapped around Quatre. I'm not letting go until I have to. He listened to Duo talk about the latest flicks that were in the theatres, but he didn't listen-his only thoughts about the sexy man resting in his arms. He began kissing Quatre's neck, nibbling and licking sensual lines up and down the length of it. He bent down to whisper in Quatre's ear.

"I want to go home, Little One." He sucked Quatre's earlobe between his teeth, memorizing the taste of his flesh. Quatre began trembling under his ministrations.

"You…do?" He nodded, his cheek brushing blonde hair.

"And you're coming with me." He needed to be with Quatre-alone. He pictured Quatre, sweaty and breathing hard-sheets in a tangle around his naked body. He followed the curve of Quatre's ear with his tongue, holding Quatre's trembling body securely to him.

"I…am?" He growled softly in Quatre's ear.

"I need you, Quatre. I want to feel you; I want to claim you. I want to hear you scream my name in pleasure. I want to scream your name in pleasure. I want to gather your sweaty body in my arms and hold you all night." He sucked on Quatre's neck. "I want to ravish you, Little One, and I can't wait any longer." Quatre turned to face him, pure longing and lust clouding his eyes. Quatre didn't answer with his voice, but with his lips-heated, wet, passionate lips. He slid his arms down Quatre's back until they rested on his hips. He gently pulled Quatre off of the barstool. He slid his hand into Quatre's back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Still kissing Quatre, he pulled out a few credits and tossed them on the bar. He returned the wallet to Quatre's pocket, his hand lingering on Quatre's ass. He broke the kiss, pulling Quatre closer. "See you later, Duo." Duo absently raised a hand.

"Later." He led Quatre out of the bar and to his car. He pressed Quatre against the car.

"I love you, Little One." Quatre smiled.

"I love you, too." He opened the driver door and motioned Quatre to slide in. Quatre crawled into the car and over the steering column to the passenger seat. Trowa's breath caught at the sight of Quatre's ass. He slid into the driver's seat after Quatre and placed his hand on Quatre's thigh. He sighed contently as Quatre leaned against him, nuzzling his arm. He wrapped his arm around Quatre, hand resting on a tantalizing hip. He sped to Quatre's apartment.

Trowa pressed Quatre against the front door of Quatre's apartment. His tongue invaded Quatre's mouth, drawing out soft moans. He could feel Quatre fumbling around for his keys. He pressed in closer, his hand slipping under Quatre's shirt. He needed Quatre, and he was more than willing to take the smaller man here, outside. He and Quatre nearly lost their balance as the door swung wide open, spilling the two of them inside. He kicked the door shut and pulled Quatre back into him.

"Love…you…Little…One…" Trowa panted as Quatre's fingers brushed against his sensitive chest. He pulled Quatre's shirt over his head and bent down to lick a line up Quatre's smooth white chest. Quatre's fingers caught in his hair as his tongue continued up Quatre's neck and jawline. He played with Quatre's earlobe for a moment before sucking the soft flesh between his teeth. Quatre moaned, pressing his body into him.

"God…Trowa!" Trowa's fingers dipped into Quatre's pants. He undid the button and slowly unzipped the pants. He slid his hands around Quatre's hips and over his firm ass before pushing the material down Quatre's long legs. As his hands traveled lower, so did his kisses. Quatre's breath was coming out faster as he neared his navel. He circled his tongue around the sexy indent and gently thrusted his tongue in, causing Quatre to stiffen and cry out in pleasure filled surprise.

"Want you." Trowa whispered against pale flesh, his fingers idly tracing the waistband of Quatre's boxers-red silk.

"Please…" Quatre's plead was a strangled moan. It was beautiful. Trowa stood, his hands continuing to rest on Quatre's boxers. He backed Quatre into his bedroom and gently pushed him on the bed. He stood above Quatre and admired the view. Pale, glistening skin, clouded blue eyes, half shadowed by drooping eyelids, open mouth, panting breaths, and silk boxers tenting over Quatre's erect manhood. God, he was beautiful. He slowly climbed up the length of Quatre; similar to the way a lion would stalk its prey, and gently lowered himself onto Quatre. They both moaned as their erections pressed together through jeans and silk. Quatre's hands found their way under his shirt, impatiently pushing the offending material up his torso. Trowa grabbed the back of his shirt and roughly pulled it over his head. Now bare chest to bare chest, they began exploring each other.

"Need you." Trowa whispered in Quatre's ear as Quatre's hands unfastened his jeans. He again helped Quatre remove his clothes. He ground his newly freed hips into Quatre, only two layers of silk between their passions. He slowly kissed his way to Quatre's flat stomach, hands leading down Quatre's sides. His fingers delved into Quatre's boxers and he pushed them all the way off, continuing his kisses until he reached curly hair. He lapped at the tip of Quatre's erection, curling his tongue around the hard flesh before drawing the moaning Quatre in his mouth. He felt Quatre jerk and cry out wordlessly as he began working his talented tongue over every inch of Quatre. His hands brushed against the smooth insides of Quatre's thighs, every once in a while reaching around to massage and squeeze the firm ass. He bobbed his head over Quatre's length, swallowing repeatedly as Quatre cried out in unbridled passion. He licked his lips, enjoying Quatre's seed in his mouth.

"Love you." He nuzzled his face against Quatre's thigh feeling the muscles quiver in aftershock. He searched for his jeans. He needed to be inside Quatre, he wanted Quatre to wriggle under him. He wanted Quatre to scream his name. He wanted Quatre to be his forever. He pulled out the bottle of lube that he had purchased on the frantic dash to Nallen's. He kissed the inside of Quatre's leg as he coated a couple fingers with the cool gel. He raised himself over Quatre and claimed the blonde's lips again. As he plundered Quatre's mouth, he gently inserted a greasy finger into Quatre, feeling him jerk away. He looked in the cerulean depths of Quatre's eyes.

"Shh, its okay, Little One, I'm not going to hurt you." He could feel Quatre relaxing under his words and the gentle movement of his finger. "I love you, Quatre." He bent down to kiss Quatre again, and he pushed a second finger, slowly stretching his love. As he added his third finger, Quatre turned his head, breaking the kiss.

"I love you, Trowa." He felt Quatre's breath hot and invigorating in his ear, and he wriggled his fingers inside Quatre. "Trowa!" Quatre's surprised cry signaled to Trowa that he had found Quatre's pleasure spot. He moved his fingers again, memorizing the spot for future reference. Quatre wriggled enticingly under him. Trowa removed his fingers, enjoying Quatre's moan of disappointment. He positioned himself, raising and spreading Quatre's legs. He brushed his hand over Quatre's face before guiding himself slowly inside. He gasped at the warmth and tightness of his love, not missing the sigh of mixed pain and pleasure. He held himself still, allowing Quatre to relax around him. He almost lost it as Quatre rotated his hips, stirring him. As Quatre stopped, he slid his hands under Quatre's shoulders and bent down to capture his lips in another blinding kiss. As he slipped his tongue back into Quatre's mouth, he pulled himself almost completely out of Quatre before thrusting back in. He kissed his way down Quatre's jaw as he began thrusting faster and harder. He felt Quatre grab his shoulders and rise to meet his every thrust. He angled his hips a little to aim toward that spot, and he thrust in again.

"TROWA!" Quatre's moans rose in pitch and volume, exciting him further. He felt Quatre's hardness rubbing between their stomachs and Quatre's cries hot on his neck. He frantically kissed anything that was Quatre as he repeatedly hit that spot inside. He could feel the fire building up in his loins as he concentrated on bringing Quatre over the edge first. Quatre shifted slightly under him, and his cries grew even louder as his thrusts took him in even deeper.

"God…Quatre!" His own voice rose to combine with Quatre's frantic cries. He felt Quatre's nails digging into his shoulders, and his body tensing up. He was close. He picked up his pace, assaulting Quatre's senses. Each thrust giving Quatre pleasure, his moans coming closer and closer together. Quatre's body became rigid as he arched his back, hands dragging their way down Trowa's back. Quatre's eyes squeezed shut as he screamed out in ecstasy. Trowa continued to thrust-dangerously close to the edge himself. He could feel Quatre's muscles clench around him, and he followed, crying out Quatre's name. He collapsed; tremors racking his exhausted body as Quatre guided him shakily down.

"Love…" Quatre whispered, breath catching. "Love you, my love." Trowa rolled onto his back, bringing Quatre to rest on his chest.

"Love you, too." He felt Quatre shift a little and nuzzle his head against his neck. He closed his eyes, ignoring the stinging in his back, and fell asleep, hugging the contently sleeping blonde tightly to his chest.