Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sunset ❯ Night ( Chapter 3 )

((I do not own Gundam Wing, blah blah blah, you heard this already.))

"Night"

It hadn't seemed like breakfast had just been over, but soon lunch rolled
about the corner. As expected, Duo was the first to inquire about the food
break. Trowa sat at the couch, watching the television once again. A
muscle in his face twitched as he heard the whiney American and Heero argue
back and forth.

"Duo, you just got through eating. . ."

"That was brunch, Heero!"

"You eat too much. . ."

"What?!"

"You're going to grow a tummy and its going to be a turn off."

Trowa felt the corner of his mouth twitch again as he forced down a laugh.
Duo growing fat. Even though he'd never admit, Trowa would -pay- to see
that. Perhaps Heero really would leave him . . . ? With that drifting
thought, he shook his head rapidly. He's with Quatre. He loves Quatre.
Heero has Duo.

"What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?!"

Right?

"You heard me, baka."

"Fine! -I'LL- go out and get lunch!"

"You're taking Wufei with you."

At the mentioning of his name, Wufei leapt upwards. He was sitting at the
other side of the large living room, meditating. For him to have heard
Heero say his name, he mustn't have been concentrating that hard.

"WHAT?!" yelled the Chinese. Trowa cast a quick glance at him, and then
back to the arguing two. Duo quickly began walking towards the front door,
opening a small door next to the front door, and reaching in and grabbing
his coat from the closet. Slamming the closet door, he slipped on his
jacket and glared at his lover.

"I don't need Wufei to help me!" he shouted. Heero folded his arms and
kept his icy-cold glare locked onto the braided pilot.

"Knowing you, you'd either get lost or spend the money on other things," he
replied in his unfeeling monotone. Duo's jaw almost dropped.

"You don't trust me?!" he shouted. Heero didn't nod, nor did he shake his
head. He kept his eyes fastened to the shouting boy, not a muscle in his
body moving; that action alone showing Duo the answer. Duo whipped around
towards the door and yanked it open.

"Fine!"

"Fine."

"See if I'll return!!" hollered Duo, walking out the door and slamming it
shut behind him. Heero continued to stare viciously at the door, where he
left. Trowa looked back and forth, from the door, to Heero, and back to
the door. Usually, Duo would be charging back through the door, yelling
some nonsense-excuse to Heero before apologizing. Pitiful, thought Trowa,
how this seemed to be a routine. Even Wufei had his eyes darting back and
forth, from the door and to Heero.

It felt as if five minutes passed, maybe even more, when Trowa finally
turned his attention back to the TV. Wufei stood up and stretched from
where he was sitting. They both knew either Duo was a little late at
recollecting his thoughts, or Heero had finally pushed him over the edge
with such a silly argument. Heero still stood, staring fiercely at the
door.

Fifteen minutes. Twenty. Twenty five. Thirty minutes. Heero hadn't
moved an inch. Finally, thirty five minutes.

"He ain't coming back," Wufei muttered as he walked past Heero, heading for
the kitchen. Heero kept his gaze at the door for a moment longer, and then
finally whipped his head around to Wufei.

"He will," he muttered. Wufei walked into the kitchen and began to look
through the cabinets. Trowa kept his attention onto the television, a
small sigh escaping.

"Great. We have nothing for lunch," he said as he closed the last
cabinets. Heero walked into the kitchen and searched through the cabinets,
even the fridge.

"Nothing?" he asked, half to himself. Wufei walked out of the kitchen and
headed for the small closet beside the door.

"Quatre's only been gone a day and we're already out of food," he muttered.
Trowa shrugged unconsciously. Quatre had been the one to keep track of
the food on the shelves and was usually the one to go shopping when they
were near empty.

"I'm going to buy lunch. I'll look for your baka while I'm out," called
out Wufei to Heero as he grabbed his jacket from the small closet. Heero
walked out of the kitchen, his arms folded stubbornly over his chest as he
leaned against a corner wall. As soon as Wufei finished putting on his
jacket, he closed the closet door and turned towards the door.

"If he comes back, I got my cell," the Chinese announced as he opened the
door, stepped outside, and closed it behind him. As soon as the door shut,
a heavy silence entered the house, only the slight noises of the TV filling
the living room. Trowa sat up, hesitantly, and turned around to Heero.

". . . You all right?"

Heero, arms still folded stubbornly and still leaning against the wall,
didn't respond. Instead, he cast his gaze to the floor with half closed
eyes.

"Heero?"

"Hn," he responded. Was that a 'yes' or a 'no'? Only Duo would know, but
Duo was currently out of the picture, much to Trowa's amusement. Standing
up from the recliner, Trowa slowly made his way to the Japanese pilot.

"That was a pretty ridiculous argument you had," he said, quietly. Heero
replied with another 'Hn'. As soon as he was in front of the stubborn boy,
Trowa placed a hand beside him, leaning on the wall, staring at him.

"I can't believe you're not out looking for him as you'd usually do," he
added. At that statement, Heero lifted his gaze from the floor and into
Trowa's emerald eyes, though one was shielded by his hair. That was
probably one of the longest sentences he'd ever heard from the usually mute
pilot.

"Why aren't you this time?" asked Trowa as he leaned in towards Heero.

". . . Hn."

A half smile found its way onto Trowa's lips. Slowly, he lifted his head
and opened his mouth, letting his tongue dart out and glide slowly across
Heero's lips. A startled gasp came from the other boy, as Heero drew back
from him and stared at him, wide eyed.

"Trowa-"

Heero was interrupted by the brunette leaning forward and claiming his
mouth with his. Trowa tilted his head slightly, slipping his tongue
between Heero's tensed lips and into his mouth. Surprisingly, Heero didn't
pull away; instead, he cooperated and ran his tongue across Trowa's.

Not wanting to pull back, Trowa relocated his arm leaning against the wall
to snake around Heero's shoulders, pulling the boy from the wall and
against him, their mouths never separating. Heero lifted his head up,
beginning to suck on his tongue slowly. A deep sigh escaped Trowa, sending
a small, tingling sensation in Heero's throat.

Soon, Trowa had Heero pushed up against the wall, their tongues fighting
for dominance. Heero had both his arms wrapped around Trowa's shoulders,
as Trowa had one around Heero's. Slowly, he snaked one hand between them
to trail slowly down Heero's stomach, then sluggishly downwards, his
fingers gently grasping Heero's groin. A sharp breath came in response
from the spandex-clad pilot.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Both pilots were abruptly ripped from their senses, as both turned towards
the phone. Trowa attempted to move, then Heero tightened his grip around
his shoulders.

"Leave it," he commanded. Trowa stared at the phone as it continued to
ring. Heero grabbed Trowa's chin and turned his head towards him, invading
his mouth with his tongue once again. The phone forgotten quickly, Trowa
wrapped his arms around Heero's waist, bringing him closer. With a
stumble, both boys fell to the floor; both stopping a laugh with more mad
kisses. Finally, the answering machine came on.

'. . . You know what to do,' came Heero's voice, followed by a loud beep.

"Hello, Trowa? Hi, it's me, Quatre. I'm sorry; I called at a bad time,
didn't I? Well, I said I'd call you again last night, so here I am,
calling again. . . Heh, perhaps I'll call you back in the evening? I hope
you'll be home by then. I . . . really miss you. Well, I'll call back
later. I love you!"

The phone beeped again to show that the message was recorded. It was
ignore by the two on the floor.