Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Theories of Revolution and Affairs of the Heart ❯ Happy For You ( Chapter 8 )

It had been a little over a week, and the rage had yet to dissipate. It had cooled, and shrunk, but it was still present, a small roiling ball at Heero's core. Jealousy spiked from it like lightning, shocking him with the momentary intensity. The time hadn't helped except to crystallize the need for some kind of retaliation. Heero wanted Duo to know how he had hurt, yet at the same time he wanted to show Duo that it hadn't hurt him at all. The idea of retaliation in kind had come to him only after much thought, but the more he thought on it, the more he liked it.

And now was the perfect chance. When a mission that only required two pilots had come up, Heero had jumped at it. The fact that it was Trowa who was best suited for the mission was only an added bonus. Heero liked Trowa, thought of him as a friend, respected him as a comrade in arms. It didn't hurt that he was also quite physically attractive. He was no Duo, but-- Heero shook his head, and drew Trowa's attention. At Trowa's faintly curious look, Heero gave a faint smile and a negligent shake of his head to say it was nothing. Trowa's appreciation of silence was like a balm. And it made this even easier. By the end of tonight, Heero would have his retaliation.

He rose to his feet. "I was thinking of making dinner. Is there something you'd like, Trowa?"

Trowa shrugged. "What is there?"

Heero crossed to the small kitchen and took stock of their supplies. He immediately noticed the makings of one of Trowa's favorite meals. Perfect. "Well, it looks like I could make a pretty decent thai meal out of this. What would you think of Tam Yum Gai and a red curry?"

Trowa couldn't suppress his smile. "Sounds good." 'How did he know I love thai food, that dish in particular?'

Heero returned the smile, and set to cooking. It didn't take him very long to assemble the food and set the table. He didn't go all out, because that would make Trowa suspicious. Instead he merely made sure it would be pleasant. He set two bowls of the soup on the table, and called for Trowa. "Trowa, dinner's ready." Heero knew that would sound domestic, but that was also part of the idea.

Eyeing the food on the table, Trowa couldn't help but look a little surprised. "Thank you, Heero," he said genuinely, sitting down and taking a bite of the food. It was delicious, and he wanted to say so, but his mouth was full. He opted for nodding at Heero in appreciation.

Heero smiled, carefully keeping it from being too broad, and applied himself to his own food. After a few bites, he jumped up and brought the curry and rice to the table. "There we go..." He paused by the table and looked it over. "I think we have everything we need now." He sat again, making friendly eye contact with Trowa for a moment before he focused on the food. 'This is all going perfectly.' Heero had to hide his smirk with a mouthful of food.

Trowa ate in silence, occasionally stealing a glance at Heero. 'Why is he being so nice? I didn't even know he could cook.' A small bit of hope fluttered in his chest. 'What if it's because he likes...' He cut the thought off blatantly. No use in even thinking about it.

Then they finished the meal, and Heero started clearing the table. When all the dishes were stacked next to the sink, he hazarded a glance at Trowa. "I'll wash, you dry?"

Trowa nodded affirmatively, grabbing a towel and moving to stand next to the sink.

Heero washed the first dish, then made a point of brushing fingers with Trowa when he handed the plate over. However, to avoid seeming obvious about it, he murmured softly, "Gomen."

'Why's he apologizing?' Trowa shrugged slightly, rubbing the plate dry with his towel.

With each dish he handed Trowa, Heero made a point of making contact with skin, and seeming slightly embarrassed each time, though he didn't actively apologize again. He wanted to make Trowa aware of him and what better way than telegraphing that he was aware of Trowa? He nearly snickered, but knew that would give it all away, and instead concentrated on washing the last pot.

'First time, possibly accidental. Second time, suspicious. But EVERY time?' Trowa was silent, stealing glances at Heero whenever Heero wasn't looking. 'Why's he doing that? Could he be trying to show-- NO!' He nearly shivered when Heero's fingers brushed his again. 'Dammit, control yourself, it's accidental, it HAS to be accidental...'

With the dishes done, Heero knew he needed to up the ante. He had Trowa aware, but not aware enough. There was no way he was going to get him into bed tonight if nothing else happened. 'Think Yuy, think!' That was it, the TV. And they'd both noticed a movie with it that they wanted to watch. Heero strolled into the living room and slipped the movie into the player, cueing it up. Then he casually glanced back at Trowa. "Wanna join me? I'm not quite ready to go to bed." With that, he sat down so that if Trowa was going to sit anywhere but on the floor, he'd have to sit rather close to him.

"Sure." Trowa joined Heero on the couch, trying to sit far away from him but finding that it was nearly impossible. Ignoring his sensible self's protests to this arrangement, he stayed where he was, picked up the remote control, and pushed play. The previews started. The first was an advertisement for a gift set of some classic movies from before the colonies. Some he recognized, some he didn't.

Heero smiled inwardly when Trowa sat down next to him. He leaned back into the couch in a relaxed sprawl that touched his thigh to Trowa's. He made a point of tensing away slightly, then relaxing as if he didn't want to fight anymore. Heero hoped it wouldn't take the whole movie to wear Trowa down by tiny physical contacts, but if that's what it took, he had the patience to do it.

'He's driving me crazy!' Trowa stretched, causing his thigh to push against Heero's. He didn't mean it as seduction, but more of a means of payback. 'Let's see how HE likes it, hmm?' The credits finished, and Trowa settled back into a normal sitting position, not touching Heero at all.

Heero nearly grinned. He was getting to Trowa. But now was the time to play it safe. As the movie started, Heero made a point of giving Trowa a little more room, but still stayed close enough so that small movements would cause them to touch. Then he settled in to enjoy the movie, though he was aware of Trowa's every movement. In the opening scene, one of the characters did something stupid, and Heero laughed. Nothing big, just a small chuckle, but it brought him briefly into contact with Trowa's thigh again. With a start, Heero realized he was enjoying himself, and chuckled slightly again. 'Damn straight I should enjoy this, it makes it even sweeter revenge.'

Trowa looked over at Heero warily, noticing the delayed chuckle after the initial laughter. He opened his mouth to say something about it, but decided against it. Instead, he said, "Chips? I can get some."

"That would be great." Heero graced Trowa with a grateful look and a smile. "How about something to drink, too?"

Trowa nodded. "Sure. Like what? There's... water, Coke, and Sprite."

"Water's fine." Heero had no urge to deviate into Duo's realm of junk food too far. The thought of Duo caused a brief frown, but he covered it by focusing on the TV. It wouldn't do to have Trowa think him upset. Now how was he going to push this to another level? He was beginning to think that subtlety wouldn't take him any further. The thought of simply groping Trowa nearly made him laugh. Trowa would probably react badly. Heero snickered.

Trowa didn't hear Heero's snicker; he was already in the kitchen, pouring some potato chips into a bowl. Taking two glasses from a cabinet, he poured water into both, adding a few ice cubes as an afterthought. He tucked the bowl under an arm, and took a glass in each hand, walking back to the living room. Handing Heero a glass, he sat down silently, placing his glass and the chips on the small coffee table.

Heero took the glass with a nod of thanks, then looked nervously at the other boy. "Trowa..." Heero spoke hesitantly.

"Hmm?" Trowa replied absently, taking a sip of his ice water, absorbing himself in the movie again.

"Are you... I mean, do you have..." Heero trailed off. "Never mind."

Trowa blinked, turning slightly to look at Heero. "What?" Heero never acted so unsure of himself... at least, Trowa had never seen him act unsure of himself. "What is it?"

Heero shook his head. "It would invade your privacy. I shouldn't ask."

"No, go ahead." Trowa's curiosity piqued.

Heero stared at his water. "I was wondering if you were... uh... involved... with Quatre." He made a show of hazarding a glance upward and looking down again instantly. "Gomen, Trowa, I shouldn't have asked."

Trowa's eyes widened slightly. "Don't apologize. And no, I'm not." 'Why do you ask?' he silently added, nibbling on a potato chip.

"Oh." Heero murmured, then under his breath, as if meant not to be heard, "good."

Trowa couldn't stop the slight blush that crept up and stained his cheeks. He still wouldn't let himself believe what he hoped it was. "Why?" he asked teasingly. "Interested in Quatre yourself?"

Heero noticed the blush and inwardly smiled. It was do or die time. "No." As the word registered, he leaned forward and ever so lightly pressed his lips to Trowa's, not pushing, just waiting for a reaction.

Trowa's blush grew from a light stain to a full-out glow. "I..." he muttered against Heero's lips. "You--" Deciding that Heero was making himself pretty obvious, and that he wasn't misinterpreting the situation, he moved forward the extra centimeter to turn the contact into an actual kiss.

'Gotcha!' Heero exulted in the privacy of his head, while gently winding one arm around Trowa so that he couldn't easily slip away. He deepened the kiss slowly, giving every appearance of taking things carefully. Which he was, though not for the reasons Trowa might think.

As he allowed Heero to deepen the kiss, Trowa's mind was racing. 'Why would he want me I thought he was with Duo this is so sudden but he was dropping hints all night so I was right the whole time but what about Duo Duo Duo...'

Heero came up for air, pleasantly surprised by Trowa's response, but he didn't want to simply be allowed to touch Trowa, he wanted Trowa to be an active participant. "Trowa..."

"Hmm?" Trowa forced out, still recovering from the stress of the kiss, more emotional than physical. He took a gulp of water, looking at Heero questioningly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Heero made sure the words were quietly pleading.

Trowa nodded quickly, a sharp pain jabbing through his chest at the thought of Heero stopping and just... leaving. "I'm sure," he said. 'Please don't leave. Not after I found you. Not after you found me. Please, Heero... don't go don't go don't go...'

Heero smiled slowly, and pulled Trowa close again, dropping a series of light kisses across his cheek bone to his right ear, then exploring the spiral with his tongue. "Good. Because I'm sure, too."

"Good..." Trowa whispered, shivering under Heero's touch. He buried the fingers of one hand into Heero's hair, letting Heero take the lead.

Heero kissed his way down Trowa's neck, cursing softly when he came to the turtleneck. To compensate as he worked his way back up the other side of Trowa's neck, Heero pulled on the hem of the shirt until he could slide his hand underneath.

"Let me," Trowa murmured, pulling the turtleneck over his head and tossing it to one side. He leaned forward and kissed Heero lightly before sitting back, waiting for Heero's next move.

Heero stopped and stared. "Oh, I never realized..." His hands reached out to lightly trace the outlines of the well-muscled torso with something akin to awe. 'I didn't realize he was so built... oh, this is gonna be good.'

Trowa blushed again under Heero's scrutiny. In a sudden rush of passion, he fiercely pushed Heero back onto the couch cushions, licking random patterns on and around his neck and shoulders.

Heero moaned, as much from the pleasure as the sense of satisfaction. He lifted his hands to touch skin, encouraging, pulling Trowa closer. He had Trowa hooked, and he was quite sure he was going to enjoy this.

"Off..." Trowa muttered, pulling at the bottom of Heero's tank top, untucking it from the spandex shorts. He lifted it over Heero's head, and immediately returned his attentions to Heero's chest, taking a stiff brown nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at it.

Heero moaned and tossed his head back. "Mmm, so good." His hands ran down Trowa's back, cupping his rear in a strong grip which he immediately gentled before pulling him close. When he felt Trowa's arousal, he moaned again.

Echoing Heero's moan, Trowa leaned up again to kiss Heero deeply, pushing his tongue past easily parted lips. 'What about DUO?! Trowa, listen, DUO!' the last rational part of his mind screamed at him. That part of his mind shattered at the feel of Heero's hands gripping his rear, slowly moving across it, raising goosebumps on his skin, causing him to shiver delicately.

With a swift move that took them off the couch and onto the narrow strip of carpet beside it, Heero rolled Trowa underneath him. Heero moved down his body, teasing the skin with his breath, but no touches. Then he paused over the bulge in Trowa's jeans, holding perfectly still.

Trowa held his breath, keeping as still as Heero, waiting for the next move. He could almost feel the silent command radiating from Heero. 'Don't move. Not yet.'

With a smile, Heero pressed a quick kiss to the bulge before working the jeans open with deft fingers. He urged Trowa to lift his hips and pulled the jeans and underwear down around his hips, effectively trapping Trowa's legs. Then he returned to Trowa's bared cock. 'Time to prove I was paying attention to what Duo taught me,' he thought with a grin, then took Trowa into his mouth. He knew he was being faintly awkward, but tried to remember what had been done to him. He swirled his tongue around the head and wrapped one hand around the base that he couldn't fit into his mouth. Now, he supposed, he should let Trowa guide him as to what felt best.

'Do you like that, you little slut?' a voice echoed in Trowa's mind. 'Do you like it when I do this?' Wincing, Trowa pushed away the memories and concentrated on NOW. That was then, and Heero wasn't one of them. For the first time, he felt pleasure under this kind of touch. Moaning loudly, he balled his hands into fists and threw his head back. "Heero..." he gasped.

Heero smiled and started to suck, wondering how Trowa would react to that. He was surprised at how much breath control this took. Maybe that was part of why Duo could talk for so long-- Heero cut off that train of thought. He wasn't going there. Tonight was about proving that someone else could want him, and that he could want someone else. And he was going to enjoy it.

It was too much. The physical pleasure, topped with the sensory overload, and the shock of the situation -- Heero?! Him, Trowa, with Heero? "I love you," somebody in the movie said, faintly reaching Trowa's ears. 'The movie's still pla--' Trowa's hips jerked. He screamed with abandon, releasing violently into Heero's waiting mouth.

Heero was surprised, but did the best he could to swallow it all. He sat up, smiling a faintly smug smile as he licked his lips, and looked fondly at Trowa. Without warning, he bent and swept Trowa up into his arms, carrying him like a groom would carry a bride. Heero didn't stop until he laid his burden out gently on his bed. For a moment he just stood and looked down, then lay down beside Trowa, pulling him close for something suspiciously like a hug.

Trowa returned the hug, still somewhat in post-orgasmic bliss. 'Affection?' He looked at Heero, who was free of his ubiquitous grimace for once. 'Heero... he looks different.' Trowa's heart lifted. 'Could I have... did I...'

Heero's hands moved in idle circles against Trowa's skin. For the first time in several weeks, the rage wasn't the only voice that spoke to him. Finer instincts whispered that he should stop now but were drowned out by a body still pulsing for completion. He somehow found the control to wait, knowing that he respected Trowa far too much to take this any further than he was comfortable with.

"Heero..." Trowa muttered, snuggling into Heero's warm chest. 'Well, if you're going to ignore the issue of Duo, what about Quatre? Don't you remember, Trowa? How you wanted to be with him...?' He squashed the voice. Heero was here with him, and Heero was out of his shell, and it was all because of him. He'd done it... he was important.

"Trowa." Heero tightened his grip and nuzzled the head of surprisingly soft hair. An errant thought questioning how Trowa achieved his bang crossed his mind, and he smiled.

Catching the smile, Trowa returned it happily. Then, looking down, he noticed the still-obvious bulge in Heero's spandex. "You're not done," he commented, pointing at it.

'No kidding,' Heero couldn't stop the snide thought, then he blushed faintly. This was all much easier in the heat of the moment. "I..."

"You...?"

Heero blushed again. "I would like to... I mean I... oh, hell... I want to..." He ran down. How the hell did one say it without sounding crude?

Trowa blinked, then laughed. "Yes. You can."

The only warning Trowa received was the brief predatory gleam in Heero's eyes before he pounced, moving so quickly in his suppressed passion that he gave the impression of having two mouths and six hands. Pulling away only long enough to strip off his spandex and grab the tube of lube from the cliche'd drawer beside the bed, Heero returned to caressing Trowa. He was fairly proud of his manual dexterity by the time he lightly touched Trowa's entrance with lubed fingers. "You did mean..."

Another chuckle between gasps. "Yeah." 'Just do it... please Heero...' "Do it!" He decided not to mention that despite his past abuse, he was still technically a virgin. It might make Heero hesitate... and he wanted Heero to be his first.

It took all of Heero's remaining control to not ravish Trowa then and there. With an intent look, Heero slowly and steadily prepared him, knowing this would pay off in the long run, and make it better for both of them.

Trowa writhed under Heero's probing fingers, clenching his teeth in an effort not to cry out whenever the fingers accidentally (or maybe not accidentally) brushed a place inside him that made him want to come again, right then and there. "Nnn... Heero, please..."

In the face of such pleading, Heero couldn't hold back any longer. With a cursory swipe of lube on his cock, he settled against Trowa. Carefully guiding his entry, he leaned up and kissed Trowa, sinking slowly in.

"HEERO!" Trowa gasped, eyes widening at the sudden euphoria of the new sensation. He involuntarily clenched around Heero, his whole body aching to move, but knowing that it had to stay put, at least for the moment.

Heero smiled, despite his own gasp, his breath becoming ragged as he struggled to maintain control. "Trowa... if you do that again, this might be over before it starts."

'How am I supposed to stop?' he asked himself, but simply nodded and lay motionless, still fighting the overwhelming urges to MOVE.

Heero stilled when he was finally firmly seated, taking a few deep breaths. Then he looked up at Trowa with humor in his eyes, "Now you can move," and he suited actions to words.

'Gee, thanks.' Then Heero pulled out and slammed back in, and his mind blurred into a whirlpool of ecstasy. 'So good, so good, so happy for you Heero, good pleasure good feeling emotion finally completion... so good...' He heard screaming in the distance, and was pretty sure it was his own. The physical thrusts continued, but he no longer felt them.

No longer was he feeling pleasure; he WAS pleasure... no, he was ecstasy. It felt so good physically, and he had opened Heero up... Heero must be happy... he was happy... it was all going to be okay now. It was finally good. "HEERO... I'm going to..." his body moaned, and he echoed it in thought. 'I'm going to...' "Heero...!" 'Heero!!!'

"Trowa... not yet..." Heero gasped as he speeded his thrusts, seeking completion with Trowa. "Not alone."

'Then finish! With me, Heero...' Trowa moved to meet Heero's thrusts, breathing heavily. He clutched at the bed sheets, gripping them like a lifeline. "PLEASE!"

Heero felt his own climax rising suddenly and so gripped Trowa's cock in his hand, synchronizing the movement with his own thrusts. As he crashed over the edge of a shattering climax, he cried out, "Yes, Trowa, NOW!"

"HEERO!" Trowa cried, almost sobbing, releasing all over himself and Heero. "Gods, HEEROOOO!" He almost fell into darkness, but the feel of Heero filling him with his own essence brought him back into consciousness.

The functioning part of Heero's brain kept him propped on his elbows over Trowa. He caressed sweat-dampened hair away from Trowa's face, his mind making the instant comparison to Duo's mane. 'NO! I'm NOT thinking about him.' To soothe his sudden guilt, Heero kissed Trowa gently.

Trowa smiled at Heero. "I'm happy for you," he mumbled, leaning back and catching his breath as best as he could.

'Happy for me? Why?' Heero just smiled vaguely, deciding he could think about it later, as he banished the thread of concern. He cuddled closer, rolling onto his side and pulling Trowa with him. Everything could wait in the face of the satisfaction he felt. 'Ninmu kanryou.' Heero slipped into a doze.

In the living room, a movie scene of embracing lovers faded to black.

~OWARI~