Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 11

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, 3x1

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: Another Lemon for all you out there... There will be quite a few of these citrus fruits rolling around. OH! Heero has an interesting fetish.

Begin part eleven.

Trowa, back in the hall, contemplated whether he should try Quatre's room again or Heero's. He pondered for a moment before he realized that he was still nude, and was starting to shiver. He decided not to risk Quatre, then went into Heero's room, opening the door and shutting it behind him. He threw his duffel off to the side and walked over to the bed. Tossing back the covers, he climbed in settling down and trying to warm. He wasn't really that cold, nor that tired as he'd gone to bed shortly after arriving, but he could use a few more hours.

Heero started immediately, pointing his gun at Trowa as he moved across the room, dark blue eyes glittering in alertness from the bed. He was more than slightly annoyed as Trowa ignored him to crawl under his covers. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Going back to sleep." Trowa pulled the covers over his body, not suprized in the least at Heero's actions. He wiggled slightly, trying to get comfortable before rolling onto his back. "What are you doing?" Trying to make conversation as if he did this all the time.

"I was sleeping. Now get out of my bed." A hard glare accompanied his words, and Heero prodded him with the gun, trying to push him out with the unnaturally warm metal. Just what did he do with that gun while he was sleeping? Heero was only wearing his spandex shorts.

"Funny. So was I." Trowa opened his eyes slightly to focus on Heero's glare. "You can control it. I can't." Trowa smiled. "Night!" He closed his eyes again.

Heero growled, giving Trowa a shove. "Then go back to the bed you came from!" He was not a morning person. He could be alert if he had to be, and right now, there was no reason his sleep had been disturbed.

Trowa opened his eyes again. "Oh yeah... Looks like I'm shacking up with you until this safe house is no longer safe. Get used to it. I said I'd go on that mission with you. What do you think was going to happen?" Trowa became a dead weight as he felt Heero shove him. "You wanna go sleep with Quatre? Be my guest."

"Then put something on at least. Most missions have two beds, if they don't then they damn well wear something under the covers!" Heero paused momentarily, then gave a great heave to shove Trowa out. "My bed! I am not going out of my room to get shot."

Trowa rolled over and shoved back. "Neither am I." Trowa countered with a glower. "Just go back to sleep. It's not like you haven't slept with someone before."

"Not with them naked!" Heero seemed stuck on that point, and he glared, though he pulled the gun away, his fingers running under the covers as he put it wherever it was he kept it where he slept... And that happened to be in those tight little shorts.

"Grow up Heero." Trowa grumbled, smiling internally as he saw Heero put his gun away. He knew he'd never actually shoot him. "You are naked under your clothes."

"I'm wearing clothes. My gun is also very available while I sleep, don't tempt me to shoot you in the leg. I may have to deal with Quatre on mission, but he won't run around my bedroom naked!" Heero's eyes were narrowed on Trowa, and he shifted under the covers, unwilling to share what he was doing when Trowa barged in on him. It had to do with where he kept his gun at night.

"You'd be suprized Heero." Trowa smiled cryptically. Trowa knew that Quatre also slept nude, despite his body modesty in the day.

Heero continued to glare at Trowa, shifting under the covers again then moving his fingers to readjust his gun, he'd put it back where it was before Trowa disturbed him. He was still working around his still newly found state. "Just, boxers or something."

"Forget it Heero." Trowa grumbled and suddenly sat up, letting the blankets puddle at his waist. He didn't want to get up, but he wasn't going to fall asleep now. Especially with Heero grouching at him.

Heero's reaction was instant, as he pulled the covers that would reveal his temporary hiding place back across his waist as quickly as he could, eyes slightly wider than a moment before. He didn't want Trowa to see. Trowa looked over at Heero's form beside him, blinking slightly sleepily. Heero looked back, completely silent now, and tensed. His sudden actions made the gun sit funny and he adjusted his hips slightly.

"Heero? Uhh..." Trowa paused for a moment. "Where do you put your gun when you sleep? Under your pillow?" Trowa was wondering if he just saw what he thought he saw.

"No." Heero continued to stare at Trowa. If the boy would just get up so he could move the damn thing.

"No what? Bananas?" Trowa asked, trying to get a more direct answer as he discreetly stared at Heero, trying to look without him noticing. "Where do you put it then?" He repeated his question as he lifted up his own pillow.

"No, I don't put it under my pillow." Heero shifted a little more, trying to put the gun back in that nice place, even as he tried to stop himself from audibly reacting to the sensation.

"Under the covers?" Trowa was eliminating all possibilities, and he lifted up the covers slightly. "I just don't want to kick it in my sleep is all." He didn't want Heero to get nervous.

"Err, no." Heero scooted back as Trowa lifted the covers, trying to keep his hips covered.

"Where then?" Trowa asked, determined to get an answer. He leaned over Heero to stare at his face hoping he'd get some clue. Then he scooted ever so slightly closer to Heero. "I'll tell you where I hide mine if you tell me where you hide yours."

Heero made a slightly strangled noise, trying to figure out how to get out of this without answering, the hand he had under the covers tweaking the grip on the gun so the trigger was more comfortably placed.

"C'mon Heero. You know I'm not going to steal it or shoot you with it." Trowa smiled. *Is this really making him that uncomfortable? * Trowa was noticing Heero's squirming.

Heero's eyes got a little wider with the words. *No, I do not want him stealing it from there!* Heero tweaked his gun again, barely repressing a shiver as one of the cool spots on the weapon barrel pressed along his quite happy body.

"Heero?" Trowa touched his shoulder softly, trying to prompt a response from him. He scooted his body closer to Heero, so that he was nearly spooned up behind him. He was just centimeters away, and eager for a reaction, so he moved even closer.

Heero immediately scooted away, a pink tinge coming to his cheeks, and he bit his lip to stop a whimper as the smooth barrel rubbed along his shaft while the grip kept his erection from pressing against his body, despite the tight shorts. *Why, oh why did I think this was a wise idea? I could have put it somewhere else after I took it out...*

Trowa trailed his hand down Heero's back slowly... Wondering why the skin was so warm under his palm when his own skin was so cold. He moved closer again. "Heero... I just want to share body heat..."

Heero couldn't repress this whimper, as his instinctive shift away pressed the tip of the barrel of his gun firmly against his sensitized balls. *I know why this was a good idea now, but damn it, I was supposed to have the room to myself!*

"Are you alright?" Trowa was suddenly worried, that wasn't a sound he expected from Heero. He put both his hands on Heero's shoulders and rolled him over onto his back. "Are you injured?" He leaned over studying Heero's face intently.

Heero immediately closed his eyes on a groan. The gun was giving him a nice amount of pressure now, especially since his shorts were pulled closer to flat in the front with the movement. He couldn't say why the weapon appealed to him like that but he was really starting to not care if Trowa was in the room.

*What the...* Trowa thought to himself as he watched Heero. Trowa leaned over his face until they were millimeters apart; he could see in the dark a distinctive tinge over Heero's cheeks. "Heero?" His whisper was soft, and he was wondering if perhaps his friend was sick. He put his hand on Heero's forehead to confirm his temperature. It was rather warm. He placed his hand over Heero's heart as well, feeling that it was beating too fast.

Heero cracked his eyes open and looked up at Trowa, immediately seeing how close he was, and entirely certain he could feel his thundering heartbeat. He did manage to get out a few passion thick words though as he rearranged his hips a little, letting the spandex loosen enough that it wouldn't get painful. "Please don't flip me around like that again."

"Why not?" A thought suddenly stuck Trowa as he asked the question and he smiled, feigning innocence. *I think I know what's going on now...* Heero's words served to confirm the idea. "Your... 'gun' making you uncomfortable?" Trowa turned to look closer at Heero his voice gaining a suggestive note.

"Only if I move wrong." Heero said it with all seriousness, though the thickness never left his voice, and he couldn't take his gaze away from the person who'd crawled into his bed and interrupted him.

Trowa used a smooth flex of muscles to straddle Heero's stomach. He the smiled slightly as put his hands on either side of Heero's body to lean over and smile at him. "Why don't you take it out then?" *Just as I thought! He does keep it in his pants!*

"Don't want to..." Heero didn't know what to do now, it was getting too strange. He really did like the feel of the gun where he had it, and it was just so easy to consider it at night. During the day he didn't put it there, but no one was looking when it was dark. He shifted his hips again a little and couldn't resist a faint whimper.

Trowa leaned down over Heero completely and adjusted his hips hoping to hit Heero's gun slightly. He smiled at Heero's whimper. He leaned his face over Heero's ear and breathed a slightly husky whisper. "I can put something even better there..."

"Don't believe you." Heero's voice was a quiet growl Oh he'd shifted the gun all right, pressing the grip in a slow grate down to the base of him with all the moving around he'd caused. "Feels too good like this."

Trowa grinned wide and rolled off of Heero, grinning all the while. He slowly pulled back the covers to their ankles. He could see Heero still wearing his spandex with his gun underneath the shorts. Trowa grinned even bigger as he noted that Heero's gun wasn't the only hard thing under there. With a quick glance back to Heero's face, he ran a hand up Heero's thighs, using two fingers to run slowly up Heero's balls over the clothes, his fingers curving to cup the gun and Heero's shaft. Heero gasped sharply in response, the soft touches a distinct contrast to the hard metal he'd been playing with. His hips lifted a little and moved the gun while Trowa's fingers touched the previously untouched area.

Trowa smiled sadistically in pleasure. "Better?" He continued to rub the head of Heero's erection through his spandex softly.

Heero tipped his head down to gaze at Trowa; his hips pressing away from the hands as he let out a little whimper, only causing him to groan. "I don't know!" It's an incredibly aroused near wail, his hands no longer anywhere near himself, instead pressed flat to the mattress.

"Too much?" Trowa asked and backed away slightly. He didn't want Heero to throw him off again.

Heero moved, leaning up a little and snatching Trowa's hands out of the air to yank him close to his face, his nearly feverish eyes intense as they met Trowa's. "I said I don't know!" He seemed to wear out his will to speak as he sat up a little further, only to fall back with a moan.

Trowa shook his head. Poor Heero. "Now you know how I felt yesterday..." Trowa leaned over Heero's face with the whisper, placing his hands on either side of Heero's head to touch their noses together. He gave Heero a soft and quick kiss, continuing to watch his feverish blue eyes. Heero didn't allow that at all, releasing his hands and pulling him down flush against his body with a pleased groan, kissing Trowa like the kiss when Wufei jumped him. He liked that better than the fluttery thing that Trowa was giving him right now. Trowa was incredibly suprised by the action but was also extremely pleased. He took control of the kiss, directing Heero as he maneuvered his body on top of Heero's so he could press his hips into the blue eyed boy's with a loud moan. Heero let Trowa show him, but he didn't let him take control for long. He didn't know what else to do but what was happening felt too good to risk letting Trowa mess it up somehow. He squirmed his hips a little as the gun was pressed into his skin by Trowa's weight, making him groan throatily again. He really did like that.

Trowa pulled away for a moment and began to suck on Heero's neck. "Do you like that?" He punctuated his words by rubbing his hips ever so slightly into Heero's again.

Heero threw his head back without answering, tossing his attempts at control of any kind to the wind as he simply put his pleasure in the hands of Trowa. He didn't really fully understand it, but it didn't matter, it felt good. "Oh... yes. You do..." He paused groaning again. "You do know it's loaded with no safety on, right?"

"Is that right?" Trowa pulled away from his admiration of Heero's neck and smirked at him, covering his shock over that revelation. He then kissed Heero on the lips again, not waiting for a response before exploring the depths of Heero's mouth.

Heero nodded slightly into the kiss anyway before returning it, finally throwing his arms around Trowa's neck. He was dazed. He finally took the chance to play with himself, and someone else swept in to show him far more than he'd ever dared or thought of indulging in.

Trowa suddenly flipped them over and pulled Heero on top of his body with his hands splayed over Heero's chest. He pulled away from the delicious kiss at last, pushing Heero up to straddle him while trailing his hands down Heero's shoulders, over his nipples and down to his hips. There Trowa's hands stopped as he rocked his own hips into Heero's. "Now you try."

Heero's breath hitched sharply as the gun was suddenly rearranged against his groin, and he leaned forwards, his palms moving to rest against Trowa's chest as he tried to ease up the sudden pressure, whimpering softly. He was panting when he spoke, leaning ever closer. "I... I thought I said... Not to flip me around like that..." He reopened his eyes, having closed them on the sudden intake of air, his eyes meeting Trowa's as he dipped down for a needy kiss. He didn't know what he needed, but he wanted it, and it was so close...

Trowa was happy to respond and pulled Heero close to him for a kiss. He let Heero explore a bit as he moved his hands from Heero's hips and slipped his hands below the waistband of Heero's spandex. He didn't think Heero would kick him out now, but he was still leery. He was *very* horny and now he had a delicious wet dream on his lap practically begging for more. Trowa threw back his head and groaned loud as he thrusted his hips up into Heero's *hard*. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait.

Heero shuddered, it just there. He didn't know what it was but he knew that if Trowa would just do that again he would have it. He responded in what he would have considered encouragement. He bit down on Trowa's bare shoulder hard enough to bruise, eyes watchful for the reaction he would get. It isn't meant to be a mean bite at all, and his fingers timidly explore after he lets up on the quick tooth action.

Trowa moaned and hissed slightly, his hands quickly fumbling with the spandex to find the gun and pulled it out to toss it to the floor. Suddenly impatient with the spandex, he grabbed them and ripped them right down the seams, throwing the scraps aside before immediately flipping Heero over again before he could protest about the action. Trowa leaned over Heero, kissing him deeply before he could bring up a protest and moaned as the new position left him between Heero's legs. It was too much and he moved his body wildly against Heero's reveling in the friction. He even went so far as to growl quietly and pulled back, biting Heero's lip softly.

Heero was in quite confused over the sudden change. But the confusion cleared into a haze of pleasure that tipped him over that first edge of climax, his body arching under Trowa's insistent movements. He responded to the light bite by tossing his arms around Trowa, holding him tightly through that first experience. Trowa smiled slightly and reached his own completion a few moments later, feeling Heero squeezing his own body. He gasped softly as he came. Heero didn't let up, making it a little hard to breath as he bodily clung to the taller boy, his cloudy eyes finally clearing, and confusion was still ever so clear in those dark blue eyes. That and the faintest edge of panic.

Trowa kissed Heero softly on his jaw and leaned back to look at him. "Heero? It's alright." Trowa's voice was a whisper as he soothed and hugged Heero. "It's supposed to happen. It's okay."

Heero was breathing too fast, and he was trying to talk as well, very bad combination. "I just, no control! None! Not even a little and, and." He stopped there, shivering as the air hit his overheated skin. Much at Trowa was helping; Heero was going to hyperventilate at the rate he was going.

"Shhh. Shhh! It's all right. It's all right. Breath. In. Out." Trowa pulled away and lay next to him. "It's alright." He wanted to leave to get some water but was worried that might actually make things worse. "Breath. Deep breaths." He encouraged. *What have I done? I moved too fast!* He berated himself mentally.

Heero caught the minor command in the words and clung to it desperately, following his breathing instructions to try and calm himself, his eyes closing as he just concentrated on that, ignoring the fact that his body suddenly felt completely and totally foreign to him. He just would learn to breathe first. He didn't even realize he was shaking, just barely, but it was visible.

"It's okay Heero. Just breathe. Good." Trowa rubbed the top of Heero's shoulder slowly to encourage him.

Heero finally managed to get his breathing in check and ever so slowly, his heartbeat calmed down, and then his shaking stopped. It was only then that he allowed himself to open his still confused eyes, but the panic was gone. His head turned to Trowa a second later, clear question in his blue eyes. The look fairly screamed 'what did you do to me?'

Trowa winced. "It's okay. That's supposed to happen." He tried to smile warmly at Heero, before he leaned forward to kiss Heero on the forehead, trying to reassure him.

Heero leaned away the moment Trowa came toward him with his lips, clearly wary now. "Why?" It was on an almost plaintive note, pleading for some sort of real answer for once. He'd never gotten an explanation at all. Then Quatre's words seemed to spring to mind and he turned his head away, rolling over onto his side. Then he started talking, working through his tangle of emotions in the only way that made any sense, his voice quiet. "Quatre... Quatre said... It's something you do to... to show you love them... and I... I don't. Is that why... why it scared me?" He turned his head, gazing back over his shoulder.

"Perhaps... What do your emotions tell you? What did they tell you during? Is that how you feel now? Scared?" Trowa lay behind Heero and spooned him slowly, hoping that the touch could somehow comfort him before releasing a soft sigh.

Heero froze in place, not moving towards or away. His answer was in a small little lost voice. "Yes... Was I... Wrong... Because I didn't love you? I... I lost all control of... Of everything... And I can't... I can't, I can't I can't!" A shiver ran over Heero and he clenched his fists, drawing close in on himself.

"No. It's all right. You don't have to love me to do this. We're friends right?" He was nervous, and was now regretting that he had even come into the room. *I think I should sleep on the couch the rest of the time we're here!* He groaned internally.

"I don't... I don't know. Duo's the... He's the only one who ever called me a friend..." Heero turned around suddenly, burrowing in against Trowa as another shiver shook him, a very suprizing dampness resting on Trowa's chest with Heero's cheek. He then repeated back to Trowa what he'd been asked. "So you consider me a friend too Trowa?"

"Of course!" Trowa replied, as if scolding Heero for thinking anything else. "I'm your friend, and I'll remain your friend." Trowa reassured him as he wrapped his arms around Heero's shoulders and kissed the top of his head affectionately. He sighed again and run his hands over Heero's back before whispering his words into Heero's hair. "I'm sorry."

Heero shook his head a little, refusing the apology. "No. No, you're my friend, so... You don't need to be sorry. I'll be okay. I just don't feel like me." His voice was slowly returning to normal, each time he spoke adding that next layer of stability to his words.

Trowa just sighed again, and berated himself internally. *Seems like I turn everyone off of sex in this house...*

"It was... Nice... Until that last part. I liked the rest; I did, then... That." Heero scooted back a little, turning his face and wiping the few tears off on the covers before moving close again, resting his cheek back on Trowa's chest.

"Hmm...Good. Maybe we can try again sometime?" Trowa was hopeful that he hadn't ruined all his chances with what he'd done.

"Maybe... but don't take my gun away next time, I like it." The murmur is sleepy, the emotional and physical drain leaving him on the verge of sleep. "The gun's safe."

"Sure, but put the safety on next time, I'd hate for it to go off right in the middle." Trowa nuzzled Heero close again and started to go back to sleep, feeling like everything would be all right.

"Nuh uh, be takin all the fun away." This was Heero's last lazy murmur and he shivered, reaching for the blanket and dragging it over them both as he tapered into sleep.

Trowa laughed softly and closed his eyes. *Don't blame me when you blow off one of your balls!* The thought never reached his lips as Trowa fell fully into the grips of sleep.

Quatre sat awake, shivering slightly as the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through his own body. He collapsed on the bed and stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide. *I thought Trowa liked me!* He was slightly jealous now and was determined to talk to Trowa in the morning about 'certain things.'

To be continued.