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"Pax Ultima"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, violence, language, sex Pairings: If you need to know, please email me
and I will be happy to tell you. Summary:They fought for peace, but peace took away what they loved the most. A very grim tale of suspense and betrayal, set post-canon and featuring character death. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "Pax Ultima " Chapter Five "Hold still." Trowa smoothed back Wufei's hair and dabbed at the cut on his forehead with a wet towel. Wufei winced and tried to flinch away again, but Trowa tightened his grip on his jaw to keep him in place. Wufei's dark eyes were narrowed and filled with anger and self-recrimination. The cut would need stitches, but Trowa doubted Wufei had thought to bring a first aid kit with him. "When you get back to Earth get this looked at," he instructed. Wufei's dark glare shifted to him. "I'm not going back." Trowa stared. Two years ago Wufei had called him an idiot, a blind fool setting off on a suicide mission. "You said no," Trowa reminded him. "That was before," Wufei growled. Trowa gentled his grip on Wufei's face, ghosted his fingers across his cheek and Wufei leaned into the touch. It wasn't the right time, sure as hell wasn't the right place - but then, it never was for them. "I don't have any lube," Trowa told him. "Then go slow," Wufei ordered. Trowa hadn't fucked anyone in two years, not since leaving Wufei to search for Heero's murderer, and the memory of Wufei's body, his embrace, had haunted Trowa since. He stripped him with care, avoiding the wound on his head and the red, swollen skin on his side where Duo had clearly injured him. Wufei's body was the same dangerous, lean weapon it had always been. Golden and taunt, his hips sharp and his muscles tense. Trowa pulled his own clothes off carelessly, tossing them on the floor and then picking Wufei up, and pushed him against the nearest wall. Wufei wrapped his legs around Trowa's hips, hitching himself up and they kissed. It was the same war between them, the same battle for control they had been fighting since their first kiss, that first fight when Wufei called him an idiot and suggested he get the fuck over Heero Yuy because Heero had clearly gotten over him. Wufei's hands clenched around his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh and Trowa accepted it, the discomfort and the pain. It was never easy with Wufei. He used spit to prepare him, teasing his rim and then forcing first one, then two fingers into his tight entrance. Wufei hissed in pain when Trowa replaced the fingers with his cock and Trowa tried to go slow, tried to take his time sinking into that hot, tight sheath. "Hold still," he ordered when Wufei shifted, heels digging into Trowa's ass and pulling him in further. "Just fuck me already," Wufei snapped and Trowa let his anger, his always present rage, take over and he thrust upwards, sharp and deep and Wufei swore. Trowa continued, merciless, burying himself inside Wufei until he came, until he fight the spasm of Wufei's own climax and felt the hot spill of his release. Even then, it wasn't enough. He held Wufei against him, tried not to let his despair show in his face. "I'm not going anywhere," Wufei told him, knowing. Always knowing. Trowa leaned his forehead against Wufei's and he closed his eyes and tried not to think about Duo leveling a gun at Wufei, tried to forget the fear that had nearly paralyzed him.
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