Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 7

Title: The Missing Piece

Author: Skeren Dreamera, with Bagelbunion co-writing

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/ (under Skeren Dreamera)

Category: Sci Fi additions, Yaoi/Shounen Ai

Pairings: 5x2, 4+3, 3+1

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me.

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: None yet

Warnings: None this chapter, except maybe OOC to a degree, but that will apply through the entire story line.

Contact: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: It just... isn't Heero's day is it?

Begin part seven.

Heero had watched them go, his eyes slightly wide as he watched Duo act, for all appearances like an enraged feline, his attention turning to Trowa once the other two left the room. "Am I correct in that looked like feline actions?"

"Uh...yeah..." Trowa blinked a few times to gather his composure. "I think something rather...odd has happened...and I don't know why...but I think Quatre is very surely turned off sex for the next ten years."

"I wouldn't know. What happened that both me and Quatre did to cause that reaction?" Heero sent a look over at Trowa, as he had yet to have been assaulted by the sexually adept pair.

"Whatever it is... Tell me so I can get jumped." Trowa sighed and closed his eyes while he leaned back. He was tired of everyone getting some in this house and when he tried he was shoved away! *This is not my day! Fuck I am so horny!*

Heero blinked in confusion. "What?"

"You heard me..." Trowa sighed again in extreme sexual frustration. "Everybody but me gets some..." Trowa grumbled quietly.

"Some what?" Heero was genuinely confused. He had to admit that what the pair was doing felt good, but it scared him.

"You know what." Trowa opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling wishing a hot Bishi would pop out and screw him silly.

Heero gave Trowa another confused look. "Are you talking about what they were trying to do? What were they doing?"

"You seriously don't know?" Trowa gave Heero a serious stare, his look saying 'are you fucking with me?'

"No one ever touched me like that before they did that..." Heero shrugged, directing his attention to the table as though he was entranced.

"No one??" Trowa clarified. "Not even Dr. J?? You have absolutely no idea what they were trying to do??"

"Not really, no." Heero didn't look up. "J did many experiments on me and other things I do not remember, but nothing he did ever felt good."

Trowa suddenly stood up and walked over to Heero offering his hand to Heero. "Come with me." His voice was soft, trying to cover his sudden, eager idea. *Hell, he was horny and if he could make do with Heero, that's just what he was going to do.*

"Where?" Heero looked at Trowa's offered hand like it was a snake. He didn't trust where this was going.

"To your room." Trowa replied, managing to make his tone completely neutral.

"I don't see why." Heero took the hand after another moment of hesitation, not really understanding why this entire thing was making him nervous.

"You and I are going to have a talk about it." Trowa clarified. "In Private." He grasped Heero's hand and lifted him up and all but pulled Heero to his room. Trowa seriously doubted they'd be interrupted in the living room, but just wanted to make sure. *For Heero's sake...I don't want him to be embarrassed...* He tried to convince himself, but the truth was, he was pretty hard up.

Heero walked stiffly, tugging his hand away from Trowa. "Why is the living room not acceptable?"

"Anyone can come into the living room, I do not like to be interrupted when I'm trying to...explain something."

"You never have a problem when you are showing one of the others how to use a new weapon or device that they haven't seen." Heero lagged behind, finding himself slowing down without willing it.

"Oh, I'm sure this is a weapon you haven't seen before." Trowa tilted his head slightly. "If you wanna stay in the living room that's okay, but don't complain to me when someone walks in right in the middle of my explanation."

Heero just shook his head. "We are here already. Might as well just have you tell me then we can figure out what to do about Duo and Wufei."

"Alright. Sit down on the couch." Trowa led the way hoping Heero would follow.

Heero followed the instructions, sinking into the cushions, though he kept his intent focus on Trowa, and his posture correct. Trowa took a seat right next to Heero, so that their sides were touching slightly. He turned to Heero and looked at him intently for a few moments. He wanted Heero to be comfortable with the physical closeness before he tried anything.

"Are you going to explain?" Heero turned his head, looking at Trowa. Not an ounce of reaction to Trowa's presence showing.

"Yes. Just give me a moment." Trowa smiled and rested his hand on Heero's thigh gently and turned his body slightly so that he was facing Heero.

Heero blinked then looked down at Trowa's hand, his face still blank, though it was clear he hadn't expected to actually be touched. "May I ask what for?"

"Just to make sure of a few things." Trowa smiled with the cryptic answer. "Now," He readjusted his position slightly, tucking one of his legs underneath him. "Tell me, when Wufei and Duo were touching you, what did you feel?"

"I felt odd." Heero didn't elaborate, his attention taking in Trowa's position then turning back to his face, his head still turned slightly to keep him in sight.

"Think of your emotions." Trowa clarified. "Did you feel angry? Afraid? Happy? Something else? You have to use your emotions here." Trowa scooted closer to Heero, keeping his actions slow, even though his brain screamed at him to pounce on the boy.

"My emotions have nothing to do with my physical body." Heero frowned slightly at Trowa; his expression making it clear he ought to have known that already.

Trowa sighed with mild frustration. "You had to have felt something when they touched you. What were you thinking inside your head? Did you want to hurt them?"

"I did not want to hurt them. It felt good, but I did not like the reactions my body had to it." Heero's voice doesn't even waver, like he was discussing an entirely different topic.

"And what kind of reaction did your body have?" Trowa whispered. This was starting to go the direction he was aiming for.

"I didn't understand it, but I didn't like that I couldn't control it. I see no reason for it to ever be repeated." Heero moved back a little, suddenly realizing how very close Trowa had gotten to him.

*Shimatta!* Trowa cursed inwardly then sighed, loudly. He banged his head on the back of the couch while repeatedly cursing himself. *I think I was having better luck with virgin-Quatre!*

Heero gave Trowa an odd look as he started to abuse himself. "You aren't going to explain this to me are you?"

"No. I am. I'm just...frustrated." Trowa slammed both fists into the couch. "This is kind of a two-way explanation. I need your comments and input." Trowa sighed again and turned his head to focus on Heero again.

"I don't understand what you mean by frustrated. Would you tell me now what they were trying to do?" Heero shifted slightly, body turning a little as he looked at Trowa.

"I'm trying to seduce you." Trowa said very plainly. Maybe the direct approach will work better.

"Why?" Heero was clearly puzzled by this proclamation and he waited for his answer.

"Because I'm frustrated and you are hot."

"But you aren't telling me anything I need to know!" Heero seemed just as aggravated, his hands fisting in his lap. He wanted to get an answer.

Trowa suddenly rolled over and straddled Heero's hips as he pushed his shoulders roughly into the back of the couch. He closed his lips over Heero's forcefully and kissed him hard. After a moment without resistance, he pulled away and smiled at Heero. "Enough tell. Time for show." Heero made a suprised sound low in his throat; his eyes going wide at he stared up at Trowa. He didn't move at all, but he also didn't respond, just watching Trowa's actions. "How did that make you feel?" Trowa smiled and began to kiss Heero's jaw, slowly making a trail of kisses down Heero's neck.

"Confused..." Heero trailed the word off, attention focused on Trowa's attentions on his neck, and his hands came up, resting on his shoulders and pushing back slightly. "What are you doing?"

"I told you. 'Showing' you a new emotion. It's called 'desire'. If you will just relax and let me finish...perhaps it will help you to better understand Duo and Wufei's motivations." Trowa leaned back down and licked Heero's neck from his collarbone up to his ear and began to nibble lightly on the earlobe.

"But in what way could it help with the missions?" Heero closed his eyes, but the words almost had an intonation, and they were rushed, like a last bid to get out of the situation that he didn't really understand.

"It helps you to relax." Trowa breathed before he moved his hands underneath Heero's shirt, preparing to remove the garment as he trailed his hands over Heero's muscular stomach. "Can often help to induce sleep." He whispered huskily as his tongue explored the area just under Heero's jaw.

"I have no problems sleeping. I can make myself go to sleep whenever I have need to." Heero put a little more pressure against Trowa's shoulders. He was strong enough to push him away, but what Trowa was doing was making him feel weak.

"Heero..." Trowa mumbled into his ear. "It'll help me sleep... I need your help." He growled faintly as he slid his hands up to Heero's nipples and rubbed his chest with a light touch, his mouth dipping down to Heero's neck again, sucking hard on the skin this time.

Heero gasped quietly, eyes flying back open with the combined attentions. "It's not practical! I can't continue to help you sleep like that, and we have other things we need to figure out right now instead!" Suddenly finding his reasons very good, Trowa got a firm shove off Heero's lap, the Japanese boy clearly panicking slightly, rather like he had that morning.

"Damn it Heero! What am I supposed to do? Get you drunk and take advantage of you!? I can't think like this!" Trowa cursed under his breath, ignoring what he'd just said as he suddenly rose to his feet. He was extremely horny and pissed off, a combination that was never a good one. "Shit... with Quatre afraid of me... I'm going to have to go sleep with Zechs if I want to get any!"

Heero closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Duo appeared to be very pleased with kissing Quatre. Perhaps you should figure out what we did to get them to jump us and do it yourself as you mentioned earlier." Heero locked himself back down, expressionless in voice and face even though he was in turmoil inside.

"Fine." Trowa replied in a terse tone and left the room, retreating to the garage to yet again take his anger out on the punching bag.

Heero looked after Trowa and shook his head. "I don't understand it Trowa." Sighing quietly, Heero left his room, going to the living room to page the doctors and inform them of the return of his teammates as well as their strange actions.

Heero finally finished up on the computer. He briefly considered going to try and talk to Trowa again before tossing away the notion and going to knock on Quatre's door. "It's me Quatre, you have details you need to tell me about that mission?"

Quatre opened the door slowly, peeking out to make sure that it was indeed Heero. He then opened the door fully and smiled warmly seeing as Heero was still considered 'safe' in his head. "All the details are in that packet over there, I printed them out. Like I always do when there are more than one of us on the same mission." He shrugged lightly and turned, moving to sit back on his bed.

"Trowa wasn't checking your buttons earlier." His statement was decisive, and he was already moving to retrieve the packet, eyes on the papers as he moved back towards Quatre to sit down.

"What!?" Quatre answered totally shocked and stared up at Heero, his hands gripping the blanket of the bed nervously. He shifted nervously away from Heero, wondering why he'd put his gun back in his drawer and not in his pants like he should've.

"He can be very persistent, but he needs to find another way to relax honestly." Heero didn't even look up from the papers, though his lips pursed slightly as he started to glare at them, remembering what happened earlier with no little annoyance at his own reaction before he shoved Trowa off.

"Huh?" Quatre blinked... Now he was confused. He leaned back slightly, looking at Heero through half-lidded eyes, his lips sticking out as he tried to figure out what Heero was trying to pull.

Heero finally looked up a frown firmly planted on his lips. "I had to push him out of my lap."

"What?!?" Quatre shrieked his voice going up an octave as he processed what Heero had just said.

"Yes. I think that Duo and Wufei's strange behavior is getting to him." Heero watched Quatre impassively, his gaze flicking to the mission file then back to the blond.

"Right. Yeah. Me too." Quatre shivered visibly and turned to look away from Heero, focusing back on the wall.

"Did it feel strange to you as well... what they did?" Heero couldn't leave it alone, Trowa's questions and actions prodded at his curiosity.

"Er...no." Quatre whispered and turned his back to Heero embarrassed.

"Oh... So it's just me then." Heero ducked his head, looking down at the mission papers more carefully, and demanding his own mind shut up over the topic the newly returned pair inspired.

Quatre turned back to Heero and leaned over to look at him closely. "What do you mean just you?" He was puzzled.

Heero just shrugged, the movement barely a movement at all. "What they did made me feel funny is all. Clearly this is only my reaction."

"Well... It made me feel funny too." Quatre confessed. "What Trowa did too..." He clenched his fists in his lap and focused on the carpet.

"It did? So that isn't...." Heero paused clearly searching for a word, though he still hadn't looked up. "So I'm not broken?" He finally settled on that, unable to come up with something else.

"Broken?" Quatre looked back up at Heero's face, confused and concerned. "You aren't broken." He looked Heero up and down and scowled softly. "What makes you think you are broken?"

"I didn't have any control of it." Heero dipped his head closer to the pages in his lap, the only sign he gave that he was at all insecure over the topic.

"That doesn't make you broken Heero." Quatre reassured. "I can't control it either. It's supposed to happen." He looked down at the hands in his own lap, feeling comfortable talking to someone about it. Trowa was out of the question as he would try to jump him, he couldn't talk to Duo, and he would never talk to Wufei about this! Quatre laughed, suddenly nervous thinking about Trowa's actions this morning.

"But I'm supposed to have control of my body. You weren't ever supposed to but I am." Heero flipped another page in the packet, hair hiding his eyes away from the boy sitting across from him.

"Heero... it's not something you can control... this" He paused. "It's different." Quatre continued to stare at the ground.

"How? I don't understand at all." Heero sighed softly, frustrated that none of them seemed willing to explain what was going on around here.

"It's automatic. Okay? Like when you get hungry, or tired. You can't control it? This is just one of those things." Quatre sighed. "Especially at our age..."

"I can ignore hunger, and I can make myself work past being tired. I can't just ignore this... It made me stop thinking... I didn't like that." Heero frowned. "But everyone feels that... weakness?"

"It's not weakness Heero. It's fear." Quatre clarified using his own emotions to help explain this to Heero. "I... uhh... take it you don't have much... experience like I do... or you wouldn't be asking me this... but... well it doesn't make you weak per se..." Quatre trailed off.

"Fear? So it is something I must learn to control for certain." Heero says this with a distinct tone of a door closing. Quatre used the wrong words to make him feel better, as the determined look in his eyes when he lifted his head showed.

"Look." Quatre grabbed Heero's thigh to make him look up at him. "It's not a bad thing. It's not something to be afraid of or to make you feel funny or confused. It's to make you feel good. Quite good in fact." Quatre took a deep breath. "You do it to show people you care for them and even love. That's what it is."

If Quatre hadn't known better, he could have sworn that Heero winced at what he said. He then ducked his head. "Then it isn't for me. How long is this mission supposed to take? You didn't have that in the specs."

"I don't know!" Quatre yelled and stood up, suddenly frustrated, and walked over to the door opening it. "Take it to Trowa then!" He yelled and stood holding the door open. *I have been quite frustrated today... And then having to explain sex to Heero! And then Trowa this morning...* He sighed loudly.

"I thought you were the one going on mission with me Quatre!" Heero shouted after the blond, having shifted topic easily and was already past his turmoil, more than a little annoyed with himself for sharing his concerns.

"I don't feel like it!" Quatre shouted back. "Now get out!" He gestured to the open door again. "You are the perfect one right? You can do it yourself!"

Heero rose to his feet with a slight sigh, taking the mission papers with him as he went in search of someone to take Quatre's place since the blond seemed more than a little determined not to go on this one with him.

Quatre slammed the door behind him and locked it again and turned back around, flopped face first to his bed and screamed into his pillow. *What the hell is going on in this house?*

Heero paused once the door was firmly locked behind him. "I knew that there was a reason I must not show emotion. Learn from the mistake." The words are a mutter, and he takes a breath, retreating further into himself and his cold mask before going to look for Trowa.

Trowa was still in the garage, resting on the concrete floor, shirtless, after having literally pounding the stuffing out of their punching bag due to extreme frustration, both sexually and just in general. *You can't' explain anything to that...ROCK!*

Heero stepped into the room, eyeing the destroyed punching bag with no little amount of suprize, though he kept even that emotion off his face, and his voice was entirely blank, even more so than normal, when he spoke. "Quatre now refuses to accompany me on this mission. Are you willing to replace him?"

"Nope." Trowa answered, not caring if he was the only other plausible choice.

Heero took a breath then held it, turning on his heel and exiting the room as soon as he had his answer, less than eager to dare, but he saw the specs, and a partner would be best in this particular mission. He never saw Trowa's self-satisfied smile over having upset him. Heero was wary now, as his last option was to approach the newly returned pair. He didn't want to brave those two again without knowing what it was that kept setting them off. Against his own self-preservation, Heero knocked on their door. "Duo, Wufei?"

Wufei grumbled quietly, rolling against Duo and trying to ignore the noise. "Go way!" Duo waved a hand at the door dissmissively then dropped the appendage over Wufei's back casually, not once moving.

Heero heard the halfhearted shout and determined that they were most likely sleeping. "The other two have declined to accompany me, I need one of you to replace them. If you don't open the door, I will."

Wufei didn't really care what Heero was talking about, and let Duo cuddle up against him like a pillow as they both tried to go back to sleep. Ignoring Heero was becoming an art in this household.

Heero waited. Hearing no movement within he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, expecting any number of things to greet his vision, but the one scene that did never even had occurred to him. Wufei ignored the creak of the door, and it was Duo who finally moved. Duo pried an eye open, and looked over Wufei, then groaned and dropped his head. "Fei, 'Ro is frozen in the doorway."

Wufei's reaction was a bit harsher than was really called for. He rolled over, and seeing the direction of the frozen boy's gaze, growled. "Get out!" He punctuated his comment by fumbling around and lifting the first gun his fingers touched to point it at Heero.

Heero merely blinked, his focus shifting slightly so he was only looking at Wufei with the gun. He was also ignoring it. "Quatre isn't going with me after all. You just got back, but I need one of you to come with me on this."

"I'm not going anywhere. Ask Trowa." Wufei grabbed on of the blankets off the bed and pulled it to the floor, covering Duo and himself. He did not feel comfortable at all, with Heero looking at Duo's naked form.

"I already asked. He said no. Likely because I upset him. Quatre is angry with me. That leaves the two of you." Heero was not going to leave without someone in this house agreeing to partner him. He doesn't want to risk what happened to the other two happening to him. He really doesn't want to just... disappear.

"Neither I, nor Duo, are going. So you can just turn around and go ask Quatre again when he's not angry at you anymore." Wufei turned his back to Heero again, pulled Duo close to him, and closed his eyes.

"Sorry Heero, Wufei's right, I'm not going anywhere an neither is he. Go ask Q again." Duo yawned sleepily and tucked his head back into a comfortable spot. Wufei nodded softly and moved a little, hoping he'd find that comfortable spot again so he could fall back asleep.

Heero glared at the pair for a moment. "Kuso! You're all trying hard to confuse me aren't you?" He then left the room, annoyed beyond all reason and going to sit in the living room. The next person he saw would be going with him!

To be continued.