Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Actions Speak Louder Than Words Series ❯ Everything Heero Yuy Does ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Everything Heero Yuy Does

Sequel to Touch of Consciousness

Author: Mookie

Pairing: 1x3x1

Rating: R/NC17

Warnings: semi-graphic m/m sex

Notes: Written for Mephisto Waltz, who has proven that true Heero fangirling is blind to pairing preferences.

After Noin's crew had disregarded orders and gone to save her, after Trowa had determinedly gone to correct the mistake they'd made in their weakness, here he was, in the medical bay, with Heero.

Heero's fingers gently, if a bit clumsily, probed Trowa's arm and shoulder, his face expressing none of the concern that was communicated through touch.

Trowa cleared his throat, ready to point out that he was fine, that it wasn't the first time he'd suffered minor muscle strain after a battle, but before he could voice his thoughts, Heero stopped.

He handed Trowa his shirt and then crossed his arms, the edge of the bandage, still tinged with blood, just barely visible under his sleeve.

He leaned against the wall as Trowa pulled the shirt over his head.

When Heero had asked about his injuries, Trowa had been tempted to brush him off, but he was intrigued despite himself. He'd said nothing when the mere act of putting on a coat caused Heero's arm to start bleeding anew.

Pride was something they both had plenty of.

Which had made him all the more curious. He'd seen first hand how impulsive Heero could be, but he'd later realized that everything Heero Yuy did was completely well thought out.

Two traits that were contradictory, and yet fit together like two halves.

He glanced up at Heero from beneath his bangs.

"You're welcome," Heero said, his face impassive but his eyes alight with something akin to amusement.

~~~~~

It was later that evening when Heero decided he again wanted to get a feel for the cockpit in Heavyarms.

He'd soaked through three dressing changes with his left arm. Trowa had tended them each time without comment.

Their conversation was rather impersonal, focusing on the Gundam and on Heero's upcoming rematch with Zechs Marquise.

Heero was convinced that there was no trap involved. Trowa, despite his own reservations, hadn't been foolish enough to disagree.

He'd seen Heero's stubborn streak during the hunt for the family members of the slain pacifists. He'd asked Heero if he was satisfied after his life had been spared by everyone who had granted him audience.

It wasn't so simple a thing, Heero had stated.

No, Trowa decided, watching Heero's face contort with pain as he continued to push himself. There were few things in life that were simple.

Catherine had blamed Heero for putting ideas in his head, but he couldn't say that was the case at all. It was more that Heero made him look at his own beliefs, had made him question if he even had any.

He had given up his plan to self-detonate, because of Catherine's interference. He didn't have the conviction that Heero had.

He apparently didn't have the same calm acceptance of mortality that Heero had.

Heero's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You never answered my question."

"Wielding the knife isn't normally all that taxing," Trowa replied automatically. "I-"

He paused as Heero's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Not that question," Heero said with a shake of his head. He climbed out of the cockpit, his arm hanging a bit limply. He drew it up slowly and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against Heavyarms as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

Trowa remained silent, waiting for a cue from Heero. He didn't have long to wait.

"Why did you save me?"

It was a good question, and the reason that Trowa hadn't answered it the first time Heero had asked was because he honestly didn't know.

He could feel Heero appraising him, and his gaze met those damned eyes without flinching.

Heero was wincing a bit. Trowa's attention moved from his comrade's face to his arm.

He didn't know how Heero expected to fight in the morning, handicapped as he was, but he respected Heero's determination.

Trowa inclined his head slightly in the direction of the medical bay, and Heero pushed himself from Heavyarms and walked steadily toward that destination. Trowa followed behind slightly.

It wasn't until he'd cleaned Heero's wound and was wrapping it up again when Heero spoke again.

"You're very limber."

It took Trowa a moment to process that statement before he remembered the distraction he'd provided, before Lucrezia Noin had found them.

He thought briefly of mentioning that it came in handy, working in the circus, but he assumed that was something that Heero would have concluded on his own.

"Yes," he agreed, tearing off the end of the gauze and taping it in place.

Heero's right hand came up to cover his own, not trapping it, but warming it beneath the callused palm.

That simple touch, the feeling of recognition, sent a jolt of electricity through Trowa's body, culminating in his groin.

He should have been mortified. It was ludicrous to think of reacting to such a simple touch. It was inappropriate to entertain the ideas dancing about his brain, considering where they were, who they were, and what awaited them.

Heero eyed him appreciatively as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He wasn't sure if he were acting on what he'd call his emotions, but right now it was the closest thing he had to them.

The thumb of Heero's left hand rubbed across one erect nipple, and Trowa shuddered at the touch. Heero slid his hand down Trowa's side, pausing at his hip.

Trowa fastened his mouth to Heero's shoulder blade, biting it softly and following it with a quick pass of his tongue. Heero's legs dangled off the edge of the examination table, and Trowa slowly encouraged Heero to lie on his right side. His mouth left a moist trail from Heero's shoulder to his hipbone, which had been exposed as deft fingers unfastened Heero's pants.

It was a bit awkward, maneuvering Heero so that his pants could be shed without causing any additional injury, but it was well worth the effort to Trowa.

Heero's body was no stranger to him, but seeing him lying there naked, both conscious and aroused, was like seeing him for the first time.

This time when Trowa touched Heero, he sought to elicit moans, not soothe them away.

He got the first one when his fingers wrapped around Heero's erection.

He knew his own hands were just as roughened as Heero's, and if not for the harsh breathing and groans of pleasure he heard as he stroked, he might have felt guilty for causing Heero an entirely new kind of pain.

"I still owe you one," Heero gasped as Trowa's thumb ran over the bead of moisture at the tip of his cock.

Trowa wasn't sure what he was thinking, but he pulled his hand away and wrestled with his jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down enough so his own erection sprang free. Heero had pushed himself to a seated position again and his eyes were transfixed on Trowa's shaft. His fingers tentatively played about the head and traveled the length.

When that tousled head bent over, Trowa had only a moment to recognize Heero's intent before he closed his eyes and buried his fingers in the thick hair.

It was warm, it was wet, and he winced slightly as Heero's teeth scraped the sensitive skin, but it was the closest Trowa had felt to anyone in his short life.

It explained a lot of the tales he'd overheard among the mercenaries.

Heero gagged slightly, then adjusted his rhythm. Trowa could feel the tongue laving the bottom of his cock, could feel the exhalation from Heero's nostrils.

If this was how Heero Yuy repaid his debts, hell, he'd never refuse him any favors.

His eyes flew open, an idea dawning.

Again he was reminded that he was following something that had little to do with emotion, but he acted on it anyway.

Heero had pointed out how limber he was, and everything Heero did was for a reason.

Trowa backed up slowly, letting Heero's lips slowly slide along the length of his arousal as he withdrew, a string of saliva connecting them at the end for a second.

They'd both done crazier things, and the next morning Heero was going headfirst right into another.

What was taking one more risk, among all the others?

He slid Heero onto his back and straddled him, the crotch of his jeans brushing thick dark brown hair. Heero didn't waste any time in drawing Trowa into his mouth once again.

Spurned into action as Heero's nose nuzzled his balls, Trowa bent forward and returned the favor, feeling a moment of triumph as Heero's back arched up from the first moment Trowa's lips and tongue surrounded him.

Whether it was the fear of getting caught, or the fact that Heero seemed damned intent on accomplishing his mission, Trowa didn't last very long once Heero's hand slipped into the back of his jeans and caressed his buttocks, forcing Trowa further into the back of Heero's throat.

Trowa wasn't able to continue his own oral ministrations. He threw his head back and fisted Heero's cock a few times before he came. He bit back a cry, part of his brain ever cautious of calling more attention to their whereabouts.

Heero made a gurgling sound for a moment and then swallowed. Trowa was determined to even the score; needing to do so.

He took all of Heero into his mouth, rotating his head and twirling his tongue as his fingertips played about Heero's scrotum, going so far as to slip further between the cleft of Heero's ass and teasing his entrance.

Heero's hips bucked upward once, and his lips clamping silently about Trowa's now flaccid member was the only warning he got that Heero was on the verge of climax. Trowa pulled his mouth away quickly, letting Heero spurt all over his hand instead.

He removed himself from Heero's prone body as quickly as he could, his movements hindered slightly by his lowered pants. Heero sat up and handed him a paper towel, which he used to wipe off his hand before tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping them up.

It should have been awkward afterwards, but Heero calmly sat up and reached for his trousers. He slid off the table and put them on, then picked up his shirt. He walked past Trowa, who was still bare chested, and let his hand graze Trowa's torso, from rib to side and across his back before he clumsily forced his arm through the sleeve of his shirt.

The bandages were already pink again, Trowa noted, before Heero picked up his coat and walked out of the medical bay.

Trowa shook his head, then pulled on his shirt and ran a hand through his hair before picking up his own borrowed jacket and following Heero.

~~~~~

Trowa's eyes widened as Heero extended his hand to Zechs Marquise.

Heero Yuy, who made a point of flat out stating he'd never shaken hands with anyone before, was initiating physical contact with the enemy.

Heero's Gundam was repaired. Heero didn't need to borrow Heavyarms.

Heero was shaking Zechs Marquise's hand.

For some reason he felt empathy for Catherine in that moment, remembering the look in her eyes when she'd punched him.

Marquise and Noin preceded them, but neither he nor Heero made any move to follow them right away. Heero glanced at his repaired Gundam, his face inscrutable.

"Forget something?" Trowa joked.

Heero was silent a moment, then he turned to face Trowa. In a few quick strides, he was an arm's length away. His right arm reached out suddenly, his fingers running through the hair behind Trowa's head, and he brought their lips together roughly.

As first kisses went, it probably didn't rate very highly. First their noses bumped together, then their teeth collided. Trowa tasted the blood in his mouth as his tooth cut into Heero's lip, and then Heero's tongue was in his mouth.

He pushed back at it with his own, his hands in Heero's hair.

Then it was over, and they both turned and walked after Zechs and Noin, shoulder to shoulder.

Everything Heero Yuy did, Trowa mused, was well thought out.

Everything Heero did was completely thorough.

A smile touched his lips briefly.

Perhaps, after this next battle, he and Heero could explore a bit more of "everything."

He glanced sideways at Heero, and their eyes met, just for a moment.

Heero had better follow through on his promise to kill Zechs Marquise, Trowa decided, because that glance had just nudged 'perhaps' in the direction of 'definitely.'

And Trowa was definitely looking forward to everything Heero Yuy had in mind.