Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing Piece ❯ Chapter 31

Title: The Missing Piece

Author: Skeren Dreamera, with Bagelbunion co-writing

Archive: http://www.gundam-wing-fanfiction.net/ Mediaminer.org (under Skeren Dreamera) http://www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html

Categ ory: Sci Fi additions, Yaoi/Shounen Ai

Pairings: 5x2, 3x1, 4x3, 2+6, 4+6, 4+1, 1+6, 1+2 only kinda

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, so please, don't sue me, it would be pointless!

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Soon. Very soon there shall be! ::Cackles::

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

Contact: Mickeofas@yahoo.com

Notes: *thoughts* Umm... I was kinda off by a chapter in my hints. It's the next one. Everyone else, just wait, the SL will take a flying leap of a cliff soon into the abyss of confusion. This means that we'll actually return to the SL portion of the story. Well... I'll try, if I can stop myself from going with Bagel's Lemon cravings.

Begin part thirty one.

Trowa threw an arm around him and smiled happily, breathing onto Heero's neck. Heero quirked his lips, relaxing as he realized there was no sexual intent. That was what had him tensed from the point Trowa asked Heero to come to the room.

Quatre opened his eyes and leaned up on an arm to look over Trowa's shoulder. "Heero?"

Heero turned his head, looking at Quatre. "Yes?"

"Hi!" Quatre beamed at him, searching for his hand before giving it a little squeeze.

Heero returned the squeeze, strangely amused by that. "Hello Quatre."

"I lost my virginity!" Quatre beamed a smile at Heero and clasped his hands more tightly.

"So I heard. Proud of that I see." Heero lifted an eyebrow, looking at Quatre more fully over Trowa's head. Quatre sighed happily and laid back down, looping his arms around Trowa's waist and nuzzling at him. Heero wiggled further down under the covers, and extended a hand out, wiggling his fingers a little as he rested them on Quatre.

Quatre giggled, still rather giddy from his previous activities. "It was fun." He found Heero's hand where it had moved to his side and twined his fingers together with his, effectively trapping Trowa between them.

Heero wasn't sure what to say to that, so he fell back on what he could. "Hn." Trowa kissed Heero gently on the cheek and pulled himself a tad closer, wiggling his fingers in a little tickle over Heero's stomach. Heero gave a startled yip and tried to wiggle away from the tickle.

Trowa increased his grip and squeezed. "You're not going anywhere." He softened the tease with a tiny smile.

"Don't tickle." Heero made his voice stern as he settled back down finally relaxing into the touch.

"Alright." Trowa placed not so light kiss on Heero's neck.

Heero squirmed a little as he felt that, rolling his eyes down to look at Trowa. "Trowa?"

"Yes?" Trowa drawled as he looked up at Heero with his eyes half closed.

"What do you intend?" His voice was curious, not wary. A good sign. He didn't tip his head town either, leaving the dubious amount of exposed neck rather than giving less.

"Hmmm... Just cuddle?" When Trowa replied his voice raised at the last part as if to ask if that was okay with Heero.

Heero gave the slightest shrug. "Just remember what we agreed on." Heero smirked slightly. He didn't mind being touched; he'd expressed as much. That one thing was all that bugged him.

"Right. Is it in your pants?" Trowa slung a leg over Heero's own and trailed his hand over his chest as he awaited an answer.

Quatre sat up suddenly and stared at them both, his mouth dropped open in suprised. "What?!"

"Yes, but no where you can find it." Heero smirked a little wider, tilting his head down to look at Trowa. "I hide it somewhere special and I won't tell. But if you'll move I'll retrieve it." Heero allowed a brief lull as he looked to Quatre then back again.

"Ooh. A challenge." Trowa allowed his lips to quirk into a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" Quatre watched the pair with a strange gleam in his eyes.

"I promise you can't find it. Besides, It's magic." Heero lifted an eyebrow. "How do you think OZ never found the thing?"

"Hmm..." Trowa purred and sat up. "I bet I can find it. I found it last time didn't I?" He leered at Heero and encouraged him to sit up.

Quatre was still staring, completely baffled now. *Does Heero have something... Kinky... That I don't know about?*

"But I didn't put it back there. I put it in the special place that no one knows about." Heero raised his eyebrow higher. "If you recall I've brought it out while nude before, at that one school?"

"I don't recall... But I'm really curious now. How did you do that? Do I get a hint?" Trowa wiggled his eyebrows at Heero.

"It's something a gypsy taught me on L3 before I met J. All the hint you get. Now, will you move and let me get it, or do you get to do nothing?" Heero tilted his head, clearly amused.

"I'll let you get it." Trowa backed off and looked at Quatre who was still staring at them both with a look of 'what the Hel is going on?' Trowa sat and waited.

Heero lifted his hips, and slid his hand behind him, then pulled the gun out in front of him, clicking the safety off before offering it to Trowa. "I'll trust you."

Trowa took the gun and looked at it for a minute before setting it onto the pillow. He grabbed Heero's hand gently and clasped them. "Thanks." He whispered the word, feeling touched that Heero would trust him.

Heero's lips quirked. "Remember, it stays this time." Heero squeezed Trowa's hand then turned his head to look and see what Quatre's reaction could be.

Quatre simply was lying back down. *Maybe I don't wanna know...* He looked back over at Trowa who was still looking at Heero. *Seems like Trowa likes it though.*

Trowa leaned forward to grab Heero in a hug, pulling him onto his chest. Heero nodded to himself then looked back to Trowa, quirking his lips as he wrapped the taller boy in a hug. "I think we've effectively confused Quatre. I leave it to you to explain."

"He can find out for himself." Trowa was feeling a bit playful and looked over at Quatre before turning back to Heero and giving him a deep kiss. Heero returned the kiss easily enough. As long as his terms were met, he didn't care. He'd given Trowa the responsibility of including the gun in play, and if he didn't, Heero would likely not return, that simple. Trowa pulled away smiling. "Well... Shall we go to sleep?" He managed to make his voice sound ever so innocent. Then, he lay back down on his pillow and picked up the gun he'd left there earlier to put it on his chest before turning his gaze to Heero.

Heero settled back onto his back, lifting his arms to rest above his head loosely as he met Trowa's gaze. "If you like." It was so unlike Heero had been acting when he'd come into the room it was disconcerting.

"Maybe Quatre wants to play?" Trowa turned to face Quatre who was still looking back and forth between the two. Trowa trailed a hand up and down Quatre's thigh as he waited for an answer. Quatre blinked at Trowa, before looking up at Heero.

Heero looked back at Trowa. "If he maintains my terms." Then Heero looked to Quatre, allowing his lips to quirk in a small smile. He wasn't adverse to the idea in the least.

"And what would that be?" Quatre asked, shaking a little with nervousness, and a little at the possibility. *I never thought he'd offer...*

"My gun stays. No safety on, loaded, and included." Heero continued to meet Quatre's eyes as he told him what he expected.

"Er..." Quatre paused and looked down at Trowa. *Gunplay in bed? Wasn't that going too far?* Trowa simply nodded and closed his eyes in answer to Quatre's confusion.

Heero glanced over at Trowa then back to Quatre. He was fully dressed from where he'd ended up beside the pair and was clearly amused when he smirked.

"So... uh... You wanna make out or something?" Quatre asked, nervous. He wasn't quite sure what was going on.

Heero laughed quietly then, clearly amused by Quatre's posing of the question, though he didn't move. "You seem uncertain."

"I'm not sure what's going on..." Quatre whispered softly and looked at Trowa again, before looking back to Heero. "But I think I can live with it." He grinned at Heero.

Heero gave a slight nod. "Good because my terms, they do not change." He shifted down a little, making his tank top ride up as he settled into the bed, considering that they hadn't drawn the covers back up. Quatre nodded and decided that the conversation was over before he laid back into the bed, laying his head on Trowa's chest while still looking over Trowa to Heero.

Heero relaxed into the bed, taking a deep breath and letting it out to just seem to melt against the covers while he drew the leg furthest from the pair up absently. "So, since you haven't returned my gun, what are you going to do?" Heero's voice sounded almost... teasing.

"Me?" Trowa opened his eyes to focus on Heero's own and he lifted his arm, encouraging Heero to lay on the other side of his chest. "I'm going to go to sleep."

Heero simply shook his head slightly in amusement and rolled over, draping an arm over both Quatre and Trowa as the other curled under Trowa's arm, his leg flinging over the taller boy. "There." Trowa sighed and closed his eyes, happy. He slowly started to drift off. Heero didn't close his eyes, instead simply relaxing into the hold as he watched Quatre, his dark eyes slightly bemused. Quatre smiled and wiggled a little closer, keeping his own eyes locked with Heero's.

Heero lifted an eyebrow and leaned his face forward. He spoke in a quiet whisper. "He walked in on me playing with it night before last."

"Playing with it?" Quatre was starting to get an idea what was going on, but he wasn't too sure. *We're talking about Heero here!*

"I was trying out something I discovered I like." Heero could see the disbelief there. "My gun is always warm."

Quatre blinked and shook his head in disbelief. "But...you..." He stuttered to a stop.

"But I what?" Heero rubbed his cheek down against the gun that Trowa had resting on his chest. It was the one thing he'd held onto since before he'd met J.

"Nothing. Nevermind. Why don't we go to sleep? I think I wore Trowa out..." Quatre smiled slightly as he trailed off.

"No, no, he can sleep, but you tell me what you were about to say." Heero slid his hand off of Quatre and ran his fingers in a thoughtless motion that looked amazingly like a caress over the gun as he held Quatre's eyes. He was amazed at the reactions his gun was causing. He hadn't thought it so unusual to have this fascination before.

"Nothing. Let's just go to sleep. Get some good rest, I wanna play in the morning." Quatre grinned, eyes following the action. Heero simply rested his hand over the weapon, giving an idle flip to the safety to turn it on. While they were sleeping, he wouldn't risk it. He then closed his eyes to go to sleep.

"Goodnight Heero." Quatre whispered and gave Heero's arm a light caress before he too, fell asleep with a smile on his face.

~the livingroom~

Zechs ran his fingers through Duo's hair again, amused as the cat boy just leaned into his touch with a purr. "I would think you'd protest anyone but Wufei touching your hair..."

Duo cracked an eye open. "No. He doesn't like other people being near me, but you guys... As far as I can, I trust all of you. Besides, you I trust entirely, though I honestly have no idea why."

Zechs nodded, his own hair spilling forward to tickle Duo's nose, causing the violet-eyed teen to bat it away. He twisted his hands a little in the silky hair beneath his fingertips. "I don't know either. You're the only one I trust not to kill me though. I think I honestly wasn't suprized you attacked me though, sad as that was."

"I really am sorry Zechs. I just... If it had been Wufei I still would have attacked. I wasn't feeling good. I felt betrayed, unhappy and aggressive. Then you came along, a nice, defenseless target." Duo moved his arm up, squeezing Zechs a little before a small groan passed his lips as Zechs massaged a little at his skull, his idle fingers tangling in Duo's mane.

"I usually don't ever let people play with my hair. You pilots though... I suppose you've been different to me since I first encountered your ranks. You? I wouldn't think you'd leave your hair down... You just didn't seem the sort." Zechs shook his head a bit, and Duo's hands brushed it away again.

"I'm not. I just... I've felt freer the last couple days. As for you... You can help me braid this mass so I can go to bed, I'm getting too horny and Wufei is in no condition to help me fix it." Duo slid up to a sitting position, shivering as his hair clung to Zechs' hands then slid through his fingers.

Zechs smiled at the back presented to him in understanding. "I can do that, thank you for the honor." Zechs ran his fingers through the strands a few more times to get out the tangles that seemed to undo themselves before he started to braid. He was doing it the opposite way Duo usually did, making it obvious that someone else did it, but he wanted someone to know Duo let him so close in the morning. He then tied off Duo's hair with a tie from his pocket. "All done."

Duo turned around and looked at Zechs then hugged him, before taking the taller teen's hands and pulling him along behind him. "You don't deserve to be the only one sleeping alone in here."

Zechs dug in his heels then, uncertain about what Duo was suggesting. "Wufei wouldn't agree."

"Wufei doesn't agree to anything." Duo didn't accept the protest, pushing the taller blond down into the bed before crawling between the two and pulling the covers over them both as he settled against Wufei. He was quick in catching Zechs' hand in a death grasp before pulling both their arms around Wufei. Zechs had no chance to escape him. It was only then that Duo went to sleep, keeping his death grip on Zechs and his tight arm around Wufei all night. Zechs glared at the back of Duo's head and settled in to the inevitable, closing his eyes as well and letting himself sleep.

To be continued.