Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Not So Lonely Anymore... ❯ Not So Lonely Anymore... ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Not so Lonely Anymore

Author: Keiko Yuki

Series: Gundam Wing

Rating: NC-17 (duh!)

Pairings: Trowa/Heero ^.~

Warnings: Yaoi Yaoi Yaoi!!! Shonen Ai... Slash / PWP / lemon / lime / hentai ::I think that just about covers it::

Disclaimer: Don't you think that if I'm even bothering to write this disclaimer that I don't own it? I mean, think about it. If I were the owner of these (gorgeous) people that I would be posting my stuff on the Internet? No, so therefore I cannot possibly own Gundam Wing. Plus, I would be rich and all I have is *digs into pocket* umm, a yellow lollipop, some lint and a broken hairclip...

Author's Notes: I'm not quite sure what Trowa is so I'd like to believe that he's Latino, there's some controversy within my ring of friends but that's just me. Another thing, I'm actually not quite fond of this pairing, I'm writing this for a friend. I actually prefer Duo/Heero and Quatre/Trowa but again, that's just me. This is my first Trowa/Heero so if they seem OOC or just plain weird its cause I'm inexperienced! Don't blame me... And if I make Duo and Quatre OOC or too hyper or smthn it's cause I felt like it okay? I like them that way personally... With that said, on to the story! Oh, and no flames please! R+R but no flames, I beg of thee!



It was another rainy morning, the dark sky slowly turning a lighter hue of blue with flecks of orange and red. It seemed to suit his mood...

A young man with light brown hair sat on the countertop of his temporary dwelling. A new safe house, it was nice but it wasn't home. He didn’t have a home, he never did. The only place that was close to home was when he was with Cathy but he wasn’t with her anymore.

He sat facing a window that showed the backyard of the house. There were three trees and a small garden with flowers and green leaves of immature vegetables. The steady rain poured down upon the green trees and plants in the garden. He watched as the leaves drooped with the added weight of the water droplets that fell from the heavens. He lifted the cup of warm coffee to his lips and took a small sip, placed it back down on the counter, and watched the scenery some more.

Heero stood on the other side of the kitchen watching Trowa's movements. It was early, very early in fact; it was around 5 o'clock in the morning. Heero and Trowa were usually the first to wake up out of the five residents of this new house. Duo and Quatre were still sleeping, (otherwise their laughter and chatter would be heard throughout the house) and Wufei was off meditating or something.

Heero decided to do what he habitually did every morning: make his coffee and watch Trowa. He'd been attracted to the Latino from almost day one. This morning he found Trowa already awake and had made coffee for the both of them. Their morning was spent in silence. The only form of communication being small nods or eye movements. They didn't need to speak because they understood each other perfectly.

No one understood him as well as Trowa did. Although it would seem that they were distant from each other they held a deeper understanding between the both of them than anyone else possibly could.

They were well aware of the attraction they felt toward one another but they never acted upon it, being stoic and emotionless it was difficult to show signs of affection. It wasn't as if they'd been loved by someone in their lives, had someone to care for and nurture them as children. No one had taught them how to love.

Heero stared at Trowa and took a drink of his coffee, finishing it. Trowa looked at him at the same time and their eyes met Heero walked over to Trowa, their eyes still locked. He stopped walking as he approached the countertop he reached over past Trowa's still form and placed his cup in the sink behind him.

He brushed up against Trowa as he did this, still holding his gaze. Trowa's face leaned down to Heero's, his breathing steady and warm. Heero closed the space between them, catching Trowa's lips with his own. It was a chaste kiss, a brushing of lips and nothing more. They pulled away; their gaze had been broken as soon as they touched each other.

Heero took a small step back and opened his eyes; Trowa was staring at him. No emotion betrayed by his eyes or facade. Heero's eyes narrowed only slightly and Trowa let the one leg that had been resting on the counter down so both of his long legs dangled from the high countertop.

"Can you move? I'd like to get down now." Trowa's deep voice disturbed the silence they both cherished.

Heero looked down at Trowa's legs and shook his head in the negative. He took a step forward instead, pressing against the counter and putting his hands on the tops of Trowa's thighs. He stood between Trowa's legs, pressing against his body. "No." His voice permeated the air and seemed almost loud compared to the quiet of the house in the early morning.

Trowa swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and tried to ask what Heero thought he was doing when his mouth was taken again. Trowa's eyes widened before closing again, the kiss they shared was much more heated than their first. Heero became daring and swept his tongue across the plumpness of Trowa's bottom lip, inquiring for entrance which was hesitantly granted.

The feeling of his tongue inside Trowa's mouth was amazing and addictive; he knew that he could never get enough of this feeling. The hands that had been on Trowa's thighs moved up and under his shirt, feeling the muscular expanse of his washboard stomach. Trowa gasped into Heero's mouth as Heero found his nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers.

They separated, Heero moved onward to Trowa's neck licking and nipping at the untouched flesh hungrily. Trowa's hands flew to Heero's shoulders for support, this was fast but he liked it. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Heero's waist, their erections grinding together. Trowa moaned and threw his head back as Heero ground against him once more.

"Heero," Trowa's voice permeated the air in a strangled plea.

"Hn," was Heero's only answer as he continued with his ministrations and proceeded in taking off Trowa's shirt.

"I..." Trowa tried to speak although he would like nothing more than to let Heero continue his ministrations undisturbed. "Heero, stop" Trowa's voice became regular and sterner than his earlier murmurs.

Heero, who normally didn't take orders from anyone, stopped just as Trowa commanded. "What?" It wasn't really a question, more like a statement, in fact. He tried to retain his normally stoic facade but his breathlessness and the heat radiating off of him from his passion could still be seen in his face. His lips were slightly swollen as were those of the man in front of him. Trowa tried hard not to just kiss him right then and there.

"The others," Trowa stated simply. He didn't need to say anything more.


Heero hadn't even thought of it. They couldn't possibly do this with the possibility of someone walking in on them. It wasn't that he was ashamed. Truthfully, he couldn't give a damn what the others thought (although they weren't exactly straight as a line either) but he didn't need Duo's big mouth or Quatre's sugary sweet comments and Wufei... Actually, he didn't know how Wufei would react... He shook those thoughts from his mind and focused once again on the object of his desires.

Trowa nodded to him and Heero nodded back in understanding and the smallest of smiles appeared on Trowa's face. He leaned in and gave Heero a chaste kiss which (he'd swear) he could feel the softest brush of his tongue on his lips, then hopped down from the counter. He picked up his shirt from the chair at the dining table (which is where it landed after Heero tossed it away).

Looking back at Heero, Trowa whispered a promise of 'later' and a barely perceptable smirk appeared on Heero's face. Later held a lot of promises and his imagination was running rampant, thinking of all the possibilities for him and Trowa 'later'.

Smirk still in place, he walked down the hall to one of the three bathrooms to take a cold shower for obvious reasons. His clothes felt way too constricting and the sweat he'd acquired during their 'activities' so he needed it anyway. He suspected that Trowa was off doing the same thing that he was getting ready to do as well. On his way there he saw a shirt hanging on the shelf that wasn't there when he'd passed by this morning. He dismissed it and kept walking.

As he passed Wufei's, Quatre's, and Duo's rooms he listened to see if he could hear sounds showing that the occupants were awake and beginning to start their day. They didn't have any missions so they were basically on vacation. Duo and Quatre spent a lot of time outside having fun with whatever they did and Wufei did his own thing everyday without a word to anyone. He and Trowa spent a lot of time inside, alone together. What an oxymoron, Heero thought absently, being alone together...

He opened the door to the bathroom after picking up some of his things from his room and stepped inside to get rid of the 'evidence'.

()*()*()

Quatre could hear a knock on his door, looking up from the book he was reading in bed he called out to the person on the other side of his door. "Yes?"

Duo's voice could be heard from the other side, "Quat, can I come in?" Quatre looked down at himself, he was still wearing his pajamas but he didn't really mind if Duo saw him like that so he decided to open the door for him.

Sticking his head through the now open door, Duo swept his glance around the room, seemingly looking for something before his eyes landed on Quatre. Quatre gave him one of his sunny smiles and waved a hand for Duo to come in.

Duo almost skipped into the room, he was in a gleeful mood and Quatre knew that whatever the reason why he was here so early was good. "What is it Duo?" Quatre sat on the edge of the bed as Duo took the chair from his desk turned it backwards and sat in it, folding his arms over the backrest and resting his chin upon them.

He gave him his best smile. "You'll love what I've got for you this morning. You will never ever guess what I saw this morning!" Duo's excitement was contagious and soon Quatre was as giddy as Duo was and wanted to know exactly what it was that Duo had for him this morning.

Quatre scooted himself further on the edge of the bed so he could stare into Duo's perennially happy eyes. "What is it, Duo? What did you see?!" Quatre loved when Duo came to him with gossip, it was a pleasure that he and Duo shared.

Duo's smile grew by the second and he couldn't keep it in anymore. "Hee-chan and Tro-chan kissed!!!"

Quatre's eyes grew wide as saucers and he gasped, "No!"

If anyone were to hear this conversation they'd think that they were a couple of high school girls talking about their best friends. The two men acted so much like high schoolers that it was hard to believe that they were fighters, let alone gundam pilots.

Duo watched as Quatre jumped to his feet and smiled down at him. "Tell me everything!" Duo smiled mischievously and beckoned for Quatre to sit.

"Well, I woke up earlier than usual and decided to get a glass of water then go back on to bed," Duo paused.

"Like you do every morning" Quatre said pointedly.

"Do you want me to tell you the damned story or what?" Duo glared at Quatre, who put his hands up defensively in response. Duo huffed in resentment but continued his story, "Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. I went to get a drink of water when I heard some...” he paused in contemplation. "...Interesting sounds coming from the kitchen. Now being the concerned person I am, I decided to investigate."

"You mean nosy person don't you?" Quatre laughed out.

"Dammit Quat! Do you wanna hear the story, or what? 'Cause I could keep it to myself you know!" He made a move to leave and Quatre put his hands on top of Duo's shoulders, easing him down onto the chair and giving him an apologetic smile.
"Gomen ne. Onegai, continue."

He huffed again but continued, "alright but you interrupt again mister and I'll..." He pointed a finger to the door and Quatre nodded motioning with his hands to zip his mouth shut. "Okay, anyway I went to check it out and I saw," he paused yet again, this time for affect. "Heero all close to Trowa right? And so I decided not to interrupt them and moved to leave when my shirt got caught on the shelf on the wall."

Quatre resisted the urge to say 'conveniently' but he really wanted to hear his recount so he suppressed it.

"And no matter how much I tried I couldn't get myself out so I had no choice but stay there. I wasn't about to risk them hearing me and getting caught peeking in on them." He switched his arms and rested his chin on his open palm. "So I watched them. They looked so kawaii there looking into each other’s eyes." His own eyes glanced at the wall, a dreamy look in them.

Quatre couldn't imagine this happening. Trowa and Heero were the most unemotional people in the whole universe. "What happened next Duo?" Quatre couldn't help it, Duo was taking too long for his tastes, and he was tempted to choke it out of him if he had to.

Duo snapped out of whatever fantasy he was in and his mischievous air returned. "Anyways, they got all close to each other and they kissed. It was short and sweet." Quatre deflated a bit at the last part but happy for his friends nonetheless.

Duo took in a deep breath and his eyes narrowed a little, "Then it got rough."

Quatre gasped for the second time and slammed his palms on the bed in disbelief, "No!" He gasped in disbelief, images fluttering at high-speed through his mind.

Duo smirked ferally and nodded, "Yes."

Quatre leaned in, as if they were talking about something forbidden. "Did they...?" He trailed off, letting Duo figure out the hidden meaning for himself.

Duo shook his head in the negative and Quatre was only slightly disappointed. But then again, knowing that someone was having sex where you eat your meals isn't exactly something he'd enjoy.

"But they will... Trowa-kun said so."

Quatre smiled widely and clapped his hands in front of him with delight. Suddenly, a thought came to him. "Wait, if you saw all of this happen," he paused to raise an eyebrow, "When they left how did you manage to leave without them seeing or hearing you?"

Duo's eyes were alight with mischief. "When they were 'busy' I took off my shirt and dashed down the hallway just as they parted. I heard their little exchange from the hall."

Quatre's responding thoughts of Duo's craftiness and his bad voyeurism habit were banished quickly. "This is really great," he chose to say instead. "We should help them out, don't you think?" It was Quatre's turn to be mischievous now and the plan he was currently concocting was a promising one.

"Why Quat-chan, aren't we being devious?" Duo gave him one of his best roguish smiles and Quatre stood up.

He gave him a peck on the lips and moved to his closet, "I learned from the best Duo. I think we should, it's been forever since any of them got laid, I'm sure. I think it’s the best thing for them. We should help them out, don't let them know you know okay? Wufei isn't here; he's left to do something so we're the only ones left."

Quatre could feel arms twine around his slim waist from behind and a chin on his shoulder. "Can we have some fun first?" He asked innocently, though Quatre could see right through it.

Quatre put the clothes he'd taken out of the closet back in and sighed, "I suppose so. But we've got to be quiet about it."

Duo lifted his head and did a mock salute, "Yes sir!"

Quatre giggled and put his hands on Duo's bare shoulders and slid his hands down his arms with a feather-like touch. Duo shivered and Quatre ghosted his hands over Duo's chest and nipples, brushing over them twice. Duo took Quatre's mouth and kissed him deeply, it was a good thing he locked the door upon his entrance...

()*()*()

Trowa sat on the couch alone; he was polishing his flute. Why he was doing it, he couldn't tell but for some reason that's what he was doing. His thoughts were plagued by the morning's events. Heero's sudden passion was a shock, to say the least. He could still feel that soft mouth pressing insistently against his and the dance of tongue and teeth he'd participated in. His eyes fluttered shut and his grip on his flute slackened slightly as he remembered the feeling of their erections pressing against each other. Thinking about it made a familiar feeling resurface within him and he forced himself to stop those thoughts before his arousal became apparant to all and sundry.

He kept with his polishing sliding the cloth up and down the instrument and cleaning every spot. The movement struck something within him and he had to fight back his arousal once more. It'd been clean a while ago, but he kept 'cleaning' it, allowing his hand to smoothly move up and down the instrument.

"Any more and you'll rub it down to a metal toothpick," the familiar mocking tone of Wufei called to him from the foyer.

Trowa looked up to acknowledge his presence then looked back to his instrument. Wufei didn't say anything else, just shook his head, muttered something intelligible, opened front door, and left.

"Well, we won't be seeing him for a while!" Duo's cheerful voice called two seconds later. He cursed his luck for he had just been about to get up and see what else he could possibly do. Preferably in silence, and alone.

"I suppose not," Trowa replied quickly in a clipped tone that clearly told Duo to leave him alone.

Duo scowled at the way Trowa didn't look at him, but, being the person he is, Duo was going to do anything to make the bruenette talk to him. He flopped himself onto the couch, draping an arm around Trowa's shoulders and giving him a brilliant smile.

"So buddy whacha doin?" Trowa glared at him, though it wasn't very intense.

Trowa decided that he didn't have the strength to deal with Duo at this hour in the morning. "I was just leaving." And with that, Trowa stood up, flute and cloth in hand, and left the room. Duo just watched him leave. His mouth hug open with an unspoken sentence. He hated when they did that.

He sighed and placed his forehead in his palm, his elbow on his knee. "Maybe Quat is having an easier time with Heero," he shook his head and thought about how he should go about trying to speak with Trowa again.

~In the garden~

Heero sat on the high garden wall separating the edge of the property from the empty field beyond. The stone had dried since the shower this morning. The hundred-degree weather was enough to dry everything in a matter of seconds. He sat there thinking about this morning and thought about the future a hidden anticipation. His eyes started to hurt from the sunshine that was beaming onto him so he closed them.

He'd decided that his normal clothes would be too hot, though he decided to keep the green tank top. Instead of the bicycle shorts he usually donned he wore lose fitting white ones instead of his customary black. He could hear the shuffling of feet on the grass, the pace slow and smooth. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard the sound. Unfortunately, in doing so he'd instantly blinded himself with the bright rays of the forgotten sun.

Quatre walked toward Heero, he was sitting on the stone wall around the backyard of the house. His eyes were closed and as soon as he stepped onto the grass Heero heard the movement. Quatre reached out a hand to stop him from being alarmed but it was too late. Quatre watched helplessly as he opened his eyes and stared into the sun, blinding him.

His hands flew up to his eyes as he closed them. He growled and looked as if he were about to attack Quatre. A flash of fear crawled through Quatre and he raised his arms defensively. "It's me Heero!" Quatre yelled as Heero's fisted hand swung backwards. Heero stopped immediately and he opened his eyes. Blue and green spots marred his vision for over ten seconds. He blinked rapidly, trying in vain to make them disappear.

Quatre stifled a giggle and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Daijobu ka?" Quatre asked softly, his voice laced with sympathy.

Heero growled a bit, "Daijobu ja nai!" He rubbed furiously at his unseeing eyes, trying in vain to regain his eyesight. His growls renewed when Quatre's laughter reached his ears.

"I can't do much about that I'm afraid. I am, however, sorry that I startled you. I just wanted to come out here and talk to you... not blind you." Quatre said, his voice still humorous.

Heero blinked, his eyesight was better but he could still see a green dot or two. He looked at Quatre questioningly, asking him what he wanted without words. Quatre hopped onto the wall and stood upon it, stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared off into space.

Heero raised an eyebrow at his antics but sat upon the wall once more and stared in the same direction as Quatre. "I wanted to ask you a question," Quatre finally said after a few minutes of silence. Heero grunted in reply, watching a bird fly in the sky. "Demo," he paused to sit down next to Heero. "I want you to promise me something first." Heero could feel the blonde's eyes upon him and he turned his gaze to meet the shorter pilot's.

The green-blue depths narrowed, "Promise me that no matter how much you don't want to, that you will answer my question truthfully and not avoid it."

Heero's eyes narrowed in response, whatever Quatre wanted to ask seemed to be rather important to him. Heero offered a small nod in response and stared at the offered pinky that Quatre held up. He raised his eyebrow again and Quatre laughed. "You're supposed to take my pinky in yours and say 'pinky promise'."

Heero had never heard of a more ridiculous thing in his entire life. How the hell a pinky was supposed to keep you from breaking your promise he had no idea, but he decided to go along with Quatre. He wound his pinky around Quatre's and whispered 'pinky promise'. This seemed to delight Quatre and he beamed at him. Heero tried his best to fight back a blush.

"What is it you wanted to ask me?" Heero said, wanting Quatre to get to the point.

"Oh, yes. I wanted to know how you felt," he paused, hiding the gleam in his eyes by looking back toward the sky. "About Trowa-san."

Had Heero been drinking or eating something it'd be all over the place, his shock was so great. He stared at Quatre in shock although his gaze was not returned, the blond looking off into space. "I...I...uhm, T...Trowa?" Heero stammered, which was so unordinary and out of character.

He cleared his throat and retained his usual facade, "Why should you care?" He moved to get off his perch atop the wall when Quatre's hand wrapped around his forearm.

"You promised!" Quatre whined in a childish, high-pitched voice. His eyes were bright with unshed tears and wide with disappointment and held a child-like quality Heero had only seen in Quatre's eyes. The blonde had sat down abruptly on the stone wall and leaned in toward Heero.

Heero sighed in defeat. "I-" he paused, suddenly at a loss for words. "Love him, I guess."

Then he thought about it and shook his head, "but it can't be love can it?" He asked more to himself than Quatre "I don't know what it's like to love or be loved. So how can I possibly love someone?" Heero was confusing himself; he looked at the Arabian sitting next to him.

Quatre smiled at him softly and Heero questioned him, "Why?"

Quatre kept smiling at him, "because I understand." And he left without a word.

Heero watched him leave in confusion; he'd never seen Quatre so cryptic. Why did he ask him that? Did he have a reason? Or was it just an out-of-the-blue question? Heero shook those thoughts aside and watched the blonde walk into the house...

()*()*()

"What did Duo mean?"

Trowa paced up and down the length of his room, pondering the conversation he'd just had with Duo. After Trowa left Duo in the living room, he went to his room. Not ten minutes later, Duo had appeared in his doorway claiming he wanted to ask a question.



"I don't understand Duo."

Duo smiled at him and clapped his back "well do you love the guy or not?"



At the time Trowa could do nothing but stare, he had never even answered Duo's question. But he had a feeling that a confession wasn't what Duo was after. Duo just gave him another bright smile and patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

"What were you up to, Duo?" Trowa asked himself.

After Duo left, Trowa thought about his feelings for Heero. Why would the hyperactive American ask something like that? Maybe he was asking the wrong questions. "Maybe this was exactly what Duo was hoping to do by asking me that question." In a sudden burst of clarity, he said to himself. "To make me realize my feelings for Heero?”

Trowa was sitting at his desk; deep in thought when Duo opened the door, his head and long braid the only things visible. "Quat and me are gonna be going out, we'll be back late. Don't wait up for us!" A grin and a wink later he closed the door and skipped down the hallway. Trowa moved to his door and opened it just in time to hear Quatre's "have fun you two!" As they left the house.

"Quatre too, huh?" Trowa whispered to himself and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Quatre too?"

Trowa bristled at the sound of Heero's deep voice from behind him. He turned around only to be pinned into the wall of the hallway. Heero's blue-grey eyes were trained on him, burying themselves into his very soul. His hands were on his shoulders, pressing him into the wall. Trowa's emerald eyes widened in surprise, Heero's sudden appearance knocked him off guard.

He raised an eyebrow, "Quatre too?" He repeated, the question hanging in the air.

Trowa was uncomfortable, Heero wasn't hurting him but he wasn't used to being controlled, he was usually the controller. "Ano, Quatre knows about us as well as Duo," his tone was calm and did not betray his feeling of apprehension. He had a feeling where this was going.

"Great, now we have to deal with their commentary." Heero thought back to his conversation with Quatre, "Did Duo speak with you?" Trowa's eyes flickered with something that Heero couldn't decipher and Trowa nodded, affirming Heero's suspicions. 'They were in it together, it makes sense now.' He could've smacked himself, the shirt, the cryptic conversations, being alone right now. Alone together... although...

Heero's thoughts were interrupted when Trowa took Heero's mouth captive with his own. After getting over the initial shock Heero responded, taking control and moving his hands over Trowa's lean and muscular body. Trowa moaned as Heero's skilled tongue moved within his mouth, he fought for control but Heero simply wouldn't allow it.

Trowa's hand moved to Heero's cheek. Heero responded by removing it, holding him by the wrist and pinning it too to the wall. Trowa's captured hand tried to free itself but Heero didn't relent. He decided to give up. Heero was in command now.

Heero and Trowa parted for air, Trowa decided to lick and nip at Heero's ear. Heero moaned as Trowa's tongue licked the shell of his ear and behind it as well. He leaned his head to the side so Trowa could get better access, unknowingly releasing Trowa's hand in his pleasure. Trowa's now free hand moved to the edge of Heero's tank top finding his hardened nub and tweaking it experimentally.

Trowa smiled as Heero threw his head back in pleasure. Trowa used this opportunity to lift the shirt over his head, exposing his chest to him. Trowa licked his lips in anticipation, lowered his head and licked a nipple. Heero's hand flew to Trowa's head, holding him there, begging for him to continue.

He licked it again, this time blowing softly afterward. Another smirk surfaced as goose bumps appeared on the pink skin surrounding the nub and Heero hissed in pleasure. 'Who's in charge now?' Trowa thought to himself as he took the peak into his mouth and sucked on it hard.

Heero couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain, for it seemed they were one and the same. Somehow Trowa had guided him into his bedroom, easing him to the bed all the while still pleasuring him. Trowa could never even begin to fathom what his ministrations were doing to him.

Trowa had managed to free Heero of his pants and boxers, and was slowly making his way farther south. The closer he got to the place Heero wanted him the most, the longer it seemed to take. Heero wanted to scream and yell, even beg for him to stop with the torture but he didn't want to seem weak.

He moaned as Trowa brushed against his throbbing member, then bypassed it to lick at Heero's thighs. Heero groaned in disappointment as the bitter-sweat torture continued, Trowa getting ever closer then just skipping it completely.

"Trowa," Heero's tone was threatening and pleading at the same time.

"Relax, Heero." Trowa didn't feel threatened in the least, he knew the frustration Heero must be feeling right now. "I want this to last," Trowa moved to Heero's mouth and gave him a soul-searing kiss. Heero eagerly responded, thrusting his tongue into Trowa's mouth and playing within the moist cavern.

Trowa's hand moved to Heero's member and squeezed him. Heero threw his head back and moaned loudly, breaking the kiss they shared. Trowa moved his hand, up and down up and down. Trowa decided he'd had enough, shifting farther downwards so he was face to face with his lover's erect member.

He brushed his thumb against the precum and wiped it away."Do you want to be in my mouth?" Trowa's voice was husky and sexy.

Heero kept his eyes shut tight, he groaned out in frustration. "Yesss," he hissed and bucked his hips against Trowa's unmoving hand.

Trowa lowered his mouth to him and blew softly and watched him quiver. "Nng," Heero whined as Trowa delayed. "Please!" Heero begged and bucked his hips again, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Please what, Hee-kun?" He couldn't hide the humor in his voice.

Heero shifted impatiently, trying to create some friction. "Please put me in your mouth." Heero licked his lips as he tried not to scream out at him.

Suddenly he felt a warm wetness engulf him. He moaned as Trowa took as much of him as he could into his mouth. He licked the bottom of him and grazed his teeth slightly on him making Heero cry out in pleasure and pain. Trowa applied some suction as he bobbed his head up and down on him. Heero reached down and dug his hands into Trowa's hair and scalp, holding him there.

Trowa tickled his balls and caressed whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth. He looked up to see Heero's face, he was biting his bottom lip and trying to keep his cries inside. Trowa released him with a 'pop' and wiped the saliva from his mouth.

"Cry for me Heero, I want to hear you cry out my name." Heero looked down at him with droopy eyes. Trowa squeezed him again and licked his head then blew lightly. Heero moaned out loud and squirmed. He blew a little harder and Heero stiffened, then he took him in his mouth once more. Trowa sucked on him harder and Heero shouted his name as Trowa bobbed up and down his aching shaft.

"Trowa!!!" He cried as he lost the battle of his own will.

Trowa resisted the urge to grin in victory and continued with his pace, he could tell Heero was almost through. Heero cried out again, twisting his head from side to side, he was still fighting his release. Trowa released his mouth's hold on Heero but kept his hand there, moving up and down his shaft. He put his finger in his mouth, staring into Heero's lust-filled eyes as he wet his digit.

He did the same to his middle finger and then returned to Heero's shaft, licking and bobbing. Heero shut his eyes, he tried to think of things that weren't erotic but all that was lost when he felt Trowa's finger enter him.

"Gyahhhh!"

Another finger entered him scissoring within his opening and going in and out. Trowa tried to find that spot, the magic spot that would throw Heero off the edge. He knew he found it when Heero screamed loudly and threw his head back. Trowa smirked and hit that same spot, over and over in time with his mouth.

Heero couldn't take it anymore. Stars exploded in front of his eyes and the feeling was so good he couldn't hold his release any longer. With one more loud cry Heero came.

Trowa swallowed as much as he could, at first he'd choked on the flavor. He hadn't quite expected it to taste that bitter but he figured he could get used to it. It was a lot too, he couldn't catch it all, some of it got on his clothes, and then he realized that he was still fully clothed.

"Not...fair..." Heero muttered between gasps.

Trowa looked into his lover's blue-grey eyes and smiled softly and kissed him on the mouth, letting him taste himself.

"Bleh," Heero sputtered after their kiss and Trowa laughed, kissing his nose and rolling off of Heero.

Heero scooted a little, trying to stay as close to Trowa as possible. He yawned, he'd never felt so tired before. A sudden realization hit him and he looked downwards, and he saw it, the telltale bulge in his new lover's pants.

He looked up at him about to question him when Trowa put his fingers to Heero's lips. "Shh, it's okay. As long as you were pleasured." Instead of protesting, Heero licked at the digits on his lips then fully engulfed them, sucking and licking them softly. He stared into Trowa's eyes as he did this and lowered his hand to Trowa's pants, unzipping them and taking hold of his member in a firm grip.

"Nnn," Trowa buried his face into the pillow and covered his moans of pleasure. Heero pumped him and pushed him to lie on his back so he could take him in his mouth.

Trowa threw his head back and moaned loudly as Heero's hot mouth covered as much of his manhood as he could. Heero's tongue worked on him and his hand caressed him, leading him to the same ecstasy that he'd helped Heero reach. With one last cry, Trowa came.

Heero drank all of it greedily. He had to admit, Trowa tasted sweeter than he himself did. He cleaned off Trowa's now flaccid member and moved up to Trowa's mouth, stealing it once again in a kiss. "You taste better," Heero said as he laid himself down next to Trowa, Trowa wrapping his arms around Heero's waist and spooning him.

"Heero," Trowa murmured into his ear as the beginnings of sleep claimed him.

"Hn," Heero grunted as he stifled a yawn.

"Aishiteru," Trowa yawned and fell victim to the warm embrace of slumber.

Heero lay there with his eyes open wide, the confession caught him off guard. A momentary bout of panic gripped his heart but he knew exactly what to say. A certain blonde haired gundam pilot had helped him realize it earlier.

"I love you too, Trowa." And he too fell asleep.



The two men who were always seen as people who could never love, found they were not so lonely anymore...