Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Trowa Complex ❯ Prologue; Inner Ramblings, Capture ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: The Trowa Complex
Pairings: 1x2, 1x3 Probably more later..nothing else in this chapter though.
Warnings: There is a fair bit of lime in this chapter, literally starting like ten paragraphs in. That's it for this chapter, there will likely be a lemon or two in the future. Spoilers for the Episode Zero mangas, and probably a few things for the series that I'll forget about later.
Trow a just stood there silently, staring out towards the sea at one of Quatre's estates. His piercing emerald gaze swept over the sight of the sun setting to his right along the sea, and the night coming up on his left. He then looked down to where he could see Duo, Quatre and Wufei in the yard. Duo and Quatre were both playing with a frizbee, and Wufei was laying back on the grass, reading a book. Everyone was so much more relaxed since the war had ended, even Heero. He'd even seen Heero smile a few times after their bout with Mariemaia. Wufei had stopped talking about justice after he'd seen the worst violations of it put to rest. Quatre and Duo stayed the same pretty well, but the shadow in their eyes had left, at least the majority of the time.
All of them had their problems with memories of the lives they'd taken, of the people they'd seen killed everywhere. Every one of them had seen more blood then any other person their age, Trowa himself being only just 19, and the others all 18 now.
With that reminder, the uni-banged pilot let out a sigh and turned around, looking around the room he was standing in slowly, surveying it. Quatre wanted him to stay there, with all of their friends, but Trowa wasn't stupid. He could see the real reason in Quatre's eyes every time he caught Quatre looking at him when the blonde pilot thought he wasn't aware.
Shaking his head, he closed his emerald eyes. He didn't need to think about Quatre's loving him just then. In fact, he didn't want to think about it at all. He didn't love the pilot. Truthfully, he felt like he was a younger sibling that needed watching. Lovable, trusting, and sometimes even annoying. Trowa had had someone else on his mind for the longest time, but he kept that inside himself. He always kept everything inside. He couldn't let anything out, not because he had something to fear from something inside him, or from the other pilots. No, not at all. Trowa just..couldn't let anything out. This is how he always was, as long as he could remember. It had nothing to do with training. He didn't need the sort of 'training' he'd gotten to get that lesson in him, he knew it well before the mercenaries that 'looked after' him began their sick, twisted version of training.
Suppressing a shudder, he inwardly changed topics quickly. Even he could only keep himself locked up for so long, when he was thinking about things like that. Instead his thoughts turned towards his secret crush. The young man with permanently tousled, chocolate brown hair, and amazing prussian blue eyes. He couldn't get Heero out of his head, and it was driving him crazy constantly. Just thinking about the young man sent his heart racing, but he knew nothing would come of it. Two reasons; Relena, and Duo. Relena was constantly around, and with Heero not killing her as of yet for it, Trowa wasn't surprised to see that she wasn't leaving any time soon. And Duo was..Duo. He was Heero's long-time occasional fuck-buddy, though Trowa knew well that Heero wasn't just using Duo. Duo knew full well that there was no relationship between them romantically, and he didn't seem to care. Trowa knew Heero was at least bisexual, but Trowa didn't know anything about his sexual life beyond that.
Once again shaking his head to rid his mind of those thoughts, Trowa started walking towards his door, heading down to the kitchen and getting himself some tea, then heading into the den with his cup. He stopped short in the doorway, a slender eyebrow raised as he saw the object of his silent affections in there. Heero was never in that particular room in the den, but there he was, his laptop hooked up with him typing away. Heero quickly realized that Trowa was there, looking up at him and nodding a hello to him before returning to what he was doing. After a moment, Trowa merely shrugged and went further into the room, pulling out his flute and putting it together, then beginning to just play softly, as he'd been intending to do.
Getting lost in the music, Trowa closed his eyes and relaxed there with him as he played, and he didn't realize it but Heero had stopped typing and was watching him silently, an unreadable expression in his normally expressionless eyes. He then got up silently when he saw that Trowa was too into the music to notice, and closed the door silently. He then went towards the emerald-eyed boy and soon enough stood just infront of him, waiting for him to finish playing.
Trowa played for several minutes longer before stopping, freezing up when he came back to himself and realized how close Heero was. Gently, Heero took the flute away from the banged pilot's hands and set it down gently on the ground next to their feet. Trowa's eyes opened, only to realize he was a mere foot away from the face of his secret crush. No, his secret love.
Heero leaned down slowly and captured the older pilot's lips in a soft, gentle kiss, so gentle that it seemed almost odd, coming from a man that had taken more lives than he could count. The kiss, though only lasting moments, seemed to last forever to the two pilots in the room. Confused emerald eyes met smiling prussian ones, and their lips met again, this time more forcefully, the hesitance gone as Heero pressed Trowa back, nearly moving into his lap on the couch. Heero pulled back once more and looked at Trowa, questioning, his eyes asking if Trowa wanted this, or even if the green-eyed one wanted him.
With a silent nod from Trowa, they began kissing again, this time all of their possible hesitations or inhibitions gone with that single nod. Heero moved over Trowa's lap, kissing him hard and passionately, licking at his bottom lip once for entry, which Trowa readily gave him. Trowa moaned at a quick lick to the roof of his mouth, shivering and suddenly clinging to Heero's back, pulling their bodies closer together. Heero continued to kiss Trowa until they both needed to part for breath, and Heero grinned wolfishly down at the older pilot, who actually blinked, his eyes showing embarrassment at the fact that it was so obvious how virginal he was to most aspects of sex. Everything except penetration at least.
Trowa then just lay down on the couch there and pulled Heero down ontop of him, crushing their mouths together brutally and moving his hand into tousled chocolate locks, his free hand running up and down Heero's chest, under his shirt, even as Heero was lifting Trowa's shirt up to get it off of him. Trowa arched his back slightly so it could be brought up, and Heero ran a hand down his lover's chest, raising an eyebrow into the kiss as he felt a nipple ring on his left nipple. He then broke the kiss and smirked, leaning down and starting to play with the hoop with his lips and tongue, sucking on it a little bit and tugging at his nipple with his teeth. Trowa gasped and let out a low moan, arching his back a little again as Heero used the opportunity to completely take off Trowa's shirt.
Trowa couldn't believe how sensitive his pierced nipple actually was. He'd gotten it done during one of his piercing, 'pain for retribution' phases, and the feeling of Heero's teeth tugging on it was amazing. His hands went into the younger boy's hair and practically held his head there. Heero eventually pulled back and started lifting off his own shirt, looking into the emerald-eyed man's single visible eye, brushing back the bangs and blinking in surprise at the doubly-pierced eyebrow. He mentally shrugged it off though, and kissed him briefly before making his way down the man's body, kissing along his neck and enjoying the sound of his moans, then moving down his chest. He played once more with the man's nipple ring, pulling it with his fingers as he sucked on the other one and bit it lightly. He then started to undo Trowa's pants, fumbling a little with the belt as Trowa writhed around beneith him from these not entirely gentle caresses. He started pulling down the pilot's pants and boxers at the same time, feeling to eager to wait to see him entirely.
When Heero pulled back to take a look at his lover, he nearly gasped, finally actually seeing the carved muscle of his frame and even, as he looked further down, the size of his cock, which seemed to be rock hard as Heero reached down and started stroking it slowly, causing Trowa to moan loudly and arch his back slightly. Trowa opened his eyes, which had turned dark with lust, and smirked up at Heero, starting to undo his pants silently and push them down. Heero, when he got off of the couch to take them off, was surprised to be suddenly nearly picked up and pushed onto the couch underneith Trowa, who was almost frantically kissing him and running his hands all over the younger man's muscular body, suddenly grinding their erections together with both of them moaning loudly into the kiss in response.
A loud banging on his door awoke Trowa from his nearly-wet dream and he gasped, groaning and glaring towards the door, sitting up and growling towards the door that the person on the other side could come in, keeping the blankets around his erection to hide it and Duo barged into his room. He levelled a glare at the braided boy and asked, now calmly, what he wanted.
"Mission. Just you and Heero, bud. And you've apparently got no time at all right now to sit around! You have to leave in less than an hour according to Heero." With that, Duo left, taking a few steps before he ran back and closed the door, having learned the hard way that leaving it open was a bad idea. Trowa sighed then and brushed his bangs out of his face, looking down at the impressive erection he had and shaking his head, smothering any thoughts about his dream as he went and got dressed. He got his body under control quickly and managed to go without restricting himself much in his normal jeans, heading outside afterward and going towards the kitchen to grab coffee. It wasn't even dawn yet, the fact that Duo was still awake meant that he likely hadn't gone to sleep yet, and this mission meant that he likely wouldn't.
Giving a curt nod to Heero as he headed towards the cupboard for a mug, her once more had to push his thoughts from his dream, thought it was hard not to think of Heero's tongue moving down to his pierced nipple and--... No! Barton, stop thinking about it! It'll only make things worse! He stifled a second frustrated growl and just got his coffee, sitting down across from his mission partner. After being briefed about the mission from Heero, Trowa nodded and went into the hangar, needing to just be away from him and going to Heavyarms, just climbing up to his shoulder and sitting there, relaxing until his mission, which would last apparently three weeks at the most. Good, he thought, I'd hate to miss Catherine coming here with the troupe, they said they'd be here in a little over a month..
He just thought about Catherine and circus life until Heero came into the hangar, and they took off for their mission quickly. Letting the gundam pilot itself, Trowa started playing with his tongue piercing with his teeth. None of the gundam pilots had noticed he'd gotten it done, since he never spoke much or opened his mouth enough for it to be noticed. It was amazing, upon reflection, how little any of them knew about him. They even knew more about Heero, since they saw him often, or at least heard him in his room, typing on his laptop. Even when they didn't have missions, Heero could be heard playing games on his computer often. It was like it was a part of his body, with how rarely he parted from it.
Duo, they all knew, wasn't the completely cheery guy they'd thought he was. He was bisexual and very open about it, not caring who knew what. And he was apparently very loud when having sex, Trowa had noticed, since his room was neatly between Duo's and Heero's. He tried hard to ignore the sounds of Duo and Heero having sex every few nights, but often the images flooding his brain refused to be ignored, with Duo's outright moaning and Heero's soft moans and grunts of pleasure. Trowa, once again, had to shake his head to keep his thoughts from wandering down where his blood currently was, and he continued his inner monologue about the pilots.
Chang Wufei was..an interesting person, to say the least. He was completely straight, and Trowa chuckled at the memory of when Duo had jokingly referred to the chinese pilot as gay, how flustered and angry he was, and how quick he was to tell them that he was screwing Sally on the side to get them to leave him alone about being gay. Which Duo promptly did, instead deciding to make kissing noises whenever Sally's name came up in a conversation. That was months ago, and Duo still did that to this day on occasion. As annoying as the repetition could be, it was always fun to watch the serious Wufei turn red and stutter out curses to Duo. Wufei was very justice-oriented, like he seemed, but once the war had ended, the perpetual stick up his ass had apparently come out. Now he could be found reading fantasy books out in Quatre's garden.
Quatre. So much made Trowa just want to get away from this house, and Quatre was a large part of it. He knew that the younger cherubic pilot loved him, and there was nothing he could do about that. You really can't choose who you love I guess... If Trowa could choose, Quatre would be a winning option. He was sweet and kind, and never pushed him to do anything, say anything, show emotions that weren't there. But, alas, it apparently wasn't meant to be.
Heero suddenly turned on the intercom between the two gundams, clarifying things about their mission to him. The wars may be over, but peace wasn't an easy thing to attain, and it was harder to keep it seemed. But at least lives weren't recklessly on the line anymore, they had a goal they could see every day; keep the peace that was showing up everywhere they looked it seemed. And the missions, though more frequent, required less lives, something that had relaxed them all greatly.
The two of them landed not far from a base, one which they were supposed to infiltrate and, eventually, destroy. They were there to hack into the computers, find out all that these people were planning, and lead them to a false battle, where they would be rounded up and arrested. Once that happened, they were to blow up the base. Trowa was to infiltrate the base, something he always ended up finding sickeningly easy, and hook Heero up to the main computers, while assuring that anyone that would come to check up on things while Heero was working would be otherwise..distracted. Again, something that was usually all too easy.
This mission, apparently, wasn't going to be as easy as it seemed to be though. Some paper-pusher must have gotten lazy with his work because there were a hell of a lot more people in this base then the report said. People were everywhere it seemed!
Trow a was crouched low as he was making his way through the corriders, his eyes narrowed and a gun in his right hand infront of him, incase he encountered trouble. He was heading through the hallway, knowing he was close to the main computer room, when suddenly someone headed into the corrider he was in, towards him. The man spotted him immediately and just ran back where he came from, and Trowa cursed softly as the alarm was sounded. He then stood up and ran towards the room, only to have guards suddenly surrounding him in front and behind him. He raised his gun, but looked around, knowing he was beat. He then just stood up straight and let the gun drop to the floor as he lifted his hand into the air, standing there silently. Two of the men smirked and went to him, patting him down, a little closer to certain body parts than he liked. He frowned inwardly, but otherwise did nothing, not even acknowledging where he was being touched by these men.
They then cuffed him, a little tighter than necessary, having pinned him down on the floor as they did so. Once again, he felt himself groped, but he ignored it for now, using a technique he'd always used when he'd been in the mercinary camp, detaching his mind from his body. It worked well as he was brought to a detention cell, the duffle bag at his side rifled through, the contents all taken away. They hadn't noticed the piece in his left ear where he could hear Heero and even talk to him. When the door to his cell closed, he went to a corner, sitting down and closing his eyes, speaking softly, just loud enough for the earpiece to pick it up.
"I've been caught, our information was off. Abort mission." He heard a little bit of crackling and what sounded like Heero almost growling. Trowa knew that Heero hated to fail a mission, but he knew that they could get this done another way, later on. When Heero spoke, though, Trowa just raised an elegant eyebrow in surprise to his words.
"No. I don't want to deal with an angry Quatre and Duo when I get back. I'm getting you out." He chuckled softly, responding with a quiet 'Alright,' able to clearly picture the look on Duo and Quatre's faces if Heero came back without him. The two pilots would be shocked, and pissed. For some unknown reason, they both cared a great deal about Trowa.
The door to his cell opened just a moment afterward though, and Trowa blanched, his face suddenly several shades paler at the sight of the large man in front of him. The hair, the eyes, the build, even the smirk playing on the man's lips. He knew this man too well, he'd been the one in charge of the mercenary group he was a part of. This was the man that had raped and beaten him almost nightly when he was a young boy.
When the smirk on his lips grew to a hungry grin, Trowa knew he was in trouble, especially when the door to the cell closed behind the large man. The man walked towards him, and Trowa couldn't help by try to hide in the dark corner he was in, unable to help the fear that showed in his eyes as the man continued to close in on him, and he suddenly closed his eyes tightly, letting out a whimper.
"No..please, Cain, no.."
A/N: So what do you think? This was not the direction I had intended for the fic to take at all. It was supposed to be a one-shot thing about Trowa's thoughts and feelings..but..um...I guess not! Lol I'll just follow my muse! bounces around after muse, being led by a leash and collar Oh yes, I will also be adding warning relevant to each chapter as they come, so you may want to read them. For actual lemons, I will put a note before it starts and when it ends so that those who don't wish to read it, don't have to.