Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Chapter 3

Title: Power Game Part 3 - Teaser

Author: Aya Maxwell

Pairings: 3x2, 1x2

Warnings: NCS, Lemon, language, and angst

Notes: //Blah//

Duos POV

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I woke up sometime later to the sound of a door slamming. Squinting I looked over at the digital clock and groaned. It was well past 5:00 and the others were probably back. I briefly toyed with the idea of jumping out the window and running towards Deathscythe Hell which was hidden some 2 miles away. I was not ready to face Quatre and especially not Heero. Not only that but I still wasn't sure how I was going to handle this. I definitely can't face Trowa, but I had to pretend everything was all fine and dandy in front of the others.

With a sigh, I climbed to my feet and started towards the window. Yeah, the best thing to do was disappear for awhile. Just as I flung the window open, the door behind me opened with a thud, slamming into the wall.

Heero stood in the doorway, staring at me with those intense Prussian blue eyes. For a moment I was struck by the site of him, he was clad in his usual spandex shorts and tank top. His skin was flushed from the mission and his skin was slick with a sheen of sweat. He was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. But right now sex was the last thing I needed, and judging by the hungry way Heero was eyeing me... that was exactly what the Wing pilot had in mind.

Before I could even greet him, he was across the room with his arms around me. I tried to push him away, but that was pointless. I didn't want this, I couldn't if I wanted to. Not after the way Trowa had... all thoughts trailed off when I felt his hands yanking at my zipper.

"Heero stop.." I pleaded. He snorted and kissed me hungrily, like he was trying to eat me alive. "I missed you." He growled between kisses. One of his hands threaded through my hair, pulling it out of its braid; while the other hand impatiently ripped at my clothes.

It was when Heero pinned me to the bed, and started to pull down my pants that I started to hyperventilate. "Get the fuck off me!" I screamed between each ragged gasp of breath. He immediately dropped his hands and got off me. I scrambled back on the bed and drew my knees up to my chin, still trying to calm myself down.

"Duo... what the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded, looking none to happy with my reaction to his advances.

There was no way out of this one without telling an outright lie, which I never ever do. But it was either that, or tell the truth.

"I'm not feeling well."

Heero frowned and sat down on the bed beside me, smacking a palm rather roughly over my forehead. "You aren't warm." I frowned at him. "Well, I have a headache."

At least that much was true, I had a killer headache and he had just made it worse by smacking me in the head.

Heero sighed heavily and flopped back on the bed, as if he were undergoing some kind of punishment.

"I don't have to have sex with you all the time you know."

He glared at me from under his bangs and made some strange growling sound. "What are you fucking someone else?"

TBC