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" Black Cross "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Language; and Angst Pairings: 1+3 Summary: After losing Heero on a mission, Trowa begins a downward spiral in what's left of his life. Rating: PG 13
"Black Cross " Chapter 7 Trowa gripped the bed sheets in a white knuckled hold. The fingers inside him were just as pleasing as the mouth surrounding him. He opened his eyes to watch himself appear and disappear into Heero's mouth. He released the sheet from his left hand to begin caressing the back of Heero's neck. It didn't phase the Japanese man from his task. His caress turned into a grip as he groaned, releasing himself into his lover's throat. Licking his lips, Heero sat back on his knees, and pulled his fingers from Trowa's rectum. His blue eyes ran the naked body before him, until he reached Trowa's face. He leaned forward, kissing him in a gentle manner that Trowa was still getting use to. When he parted, Trowa reached up to caress his cheek. "What are you waiting for?" "I don't want to hurt you." "Believe me, you won't." Heero looked away, but Trowa brought his gaze back. "Baby, I've heard the rumors of 'the beast'. Don't worry. I can handle it." Heero cupped his hand and brought it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Really? What rumor have you heard?" "15X3." "At least they got part of it right." "Which one?" "I guess there's only one way to find out." Smiling, Trowa took the invitation and seized the front of 'the beast's din to expose it. At first, Trowa could only gawk in what Heero thought was awe. "Oh shit." "You don't have tol-" Trowa didn't let him finish as he swallowed the rumor worthy member. Heero watched his features closely, glad to find that there wasn't any discomfort on his lover's side. It was then that he allowed himself to enjoy the generous gesture. Trowa had told him before that he liked oral sex almost as much as the real deal, but it wasn't until now that he truly believed it. Even the harder he got, Trowa's comfort didn't change. Maybe he had no real reason to have delayed having sex. After all, six months was a long time to have made Trowa wait. The only thing to do now was to make sure that wait was rewarded. In truth, the fear of hurting him was what kept Heero dodging such actions. He didn't want to remember how many people he had unintentionally hurt while trying to get off. Watching him now, Heero had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a problem. That could be due in part that Trowa was a little more used than Heero's previous lovers. . .and yet, he couldn't push pass the worry. "Trowa?" "Hn?" "You would tell me to stop. . .if I started to hurt you." Trowa pulled from his task and looked up at his boyfriend. There was a hint of depression in the deep blue eyes; one that Trowa didn't like to see. He pushed to his knees and kissed Heero's bottom lip lightly. He brushed aside Heero's bangs and pulled his face so their eyes could meet. However, Heero couldn't make the contact, as they seemed to be in a lowered position. "I will stop, if you tell me." "I know you would. . .and if it does, I'll tell you." Heero nodded and reached for the lubrication. Trowa laid on his back as Heero squeezed out a generous amount. He applied that before going for more. "You want to put the whole bottle in there?" Trowa teased softly and Heero looked up from his task of preparing his lover. Trowa sat up, and took the tube from him. He tossed it aimlessly to the side and kissed Heero tenderly. He laid back, pulling the stronger man on top of him. He could feel Heero's erection against him, and it turned him on. Without breaking the kiss, he reached down to stroke his lover before leading him to enter. Heero broke the kiss as his tip entered. "Trowa-" "Don't be a cock tease Heero." Closing his eyes, he slowly pushed himself into the tight haven. Trowa groaned, but it was from pleasure. Heero raised enough to view Trowa's face. He started to continue, but Trowa stopped him. "Wait." He was adjusting. Heero's lip curved as he remembered Trowa's boast a few seconds ago about being able to handle. "Okay." The first few pumps were extremely slow. He watched Trowa carefully, waiting for the first signs of discomfort. The further he continued, the more he started to relax. Trowa's moans were the encouragement that he needed. He could see it. Despite Heero's actions, he could see the worry and fear. To destroy it, Trowa pushed his lover away. Before Heero could say or do anything, Trowa forced him onto his back, and he settled down on his lover. "This better? I can stop it at any time." Heero smiled at Trowa's sudden aggressiveness. It was cute, and a bit arousing. "Who's the top here?" "Right now, it's me." That said, Trowa picked up where Heero had been afraid to leave off. He began the pace that Heero was worried about, and his moans of pleasure satisfied Heero. For the first time in a while, he relaxed during sex. Though his eyes were still locked on Trowa's face, his hands ran the Latin's body until he couldn't stand it. He propped himself up, wrapping his arm around his lover, and pulled the body more harshly onto him. Trowa's moans grew in volume as Heero's started to surface. In a instant, Heero was back on top, continuing with the safe pace that Trowa had set. Their lips met passionately with every thrust, as their palms rested against each other in a tightening hold. Trowa could feel his tension was gone, as he ran his free hand along every muscle in Heero's body. His body trembled with every invasion; it was from pleasure. "Let me know when you've had enough." Heero whispered softly into Trowa's ear. The Latin's eyes widen in shock, and he looked into Heero's face. "You can cum on cue?!?" Heero only smiled and kissed the lips that posed such an innocent question. ~ "Don't you like that, you little whore?" It was a rough voice, one that had been unfamiliar until last week. Koga Sawa. He was a big time drug dealer, and Griff's supplier. Not too surprising, Griff had no money to pay for what he, Richman, and Trowa had used. This lead him to offer Koga Trowa's body, which the gruff man accepted with no complaints. "Scream louder bitch!" He rammed his fist into Trowa's backside again, and Trowa gave him what he wanted. This wasn't the first time he had to partake in Koga's kinky foreplay. It was the third. In truth, he was starting to get use to the whips, chains, straps, and of course having his hands tied in some way, shape, or form. Currently, the ropes were already burrowing into his flesh, tainting them pinkish from the shyly appearing blood. The only thing he couldn't adopt was the constant change of items Koga rammed into his body. Heero would have killed this man, if he knew anything about it. Instead, he probably watched over them, scorning Trowa for allowing these things to be done. This was the most crucial times that he wanted control of himself. That he didn't want to allow his mind the escape by thinking of Heero; and yet it was times like this that he thought the most of the Japanese man. "I just love fucking your body." Koga hissed after removing his fist and pressing his body against Trowa's. "I love how it trembles when you're in pain." Trowa closed his eyes, trying to block out Koga's words in hopes of falling into the void he had created as a child. A empty place where no one could reach him; but he couldn't find his way back there. He never did once he had Heero. Koga turned him onto his back and peered into the features of apathy. "God, you're so beautiful." Suddenly, everything felt hazy, and out of focus. He could see Koga's lips moving, but he couldn't hear what was being said. There it was; the void that he lost so long ago. The comforting void that had been stolen by Heero and discarded somewhere in time. Trowa closed his eyes, wanting to settle in the safety of it. He was so content that he didn't feel Koga leap from the bed; didn't hear the gun shots. It didn't matter. . .none of it mattered anymore. As darkness consumed him, an image flashed through his mind. The image of a wingless angel being shoved from the light of Heaven. . .the angel was Heero. "You have to take better care." The voice sounded familiar; yet he couldn't place it. It was too far away. "I won't always be on hand to fix it every time you get a little rough on yourself." Wu Fei? Wasn't it his voice? Trowa attempted to open his eyes, but he was too weak. Why was he hearing Wu Fei's voice? "This is delicate machinery. You're going to completely total it. Then Winner really will go ape shit when he finds out what you're doing to his newest line." "I did what I had." Heero? "Otherwise, I might have lost him again." It was Heero. Trowa fought against his numb body, wanting it to wake and cast his eyes on the Japanese man again. "I wouldn't let that happen." Tears spilled from Trowa's closed eyes. He could feel the dampness treading his cheek. "Heero-" Trowa's voice was scratchy, and burned from the simple name. All at once, he could feel a strong hand collapsing his own, and a tender touch on his cheek. "I'm here baby." Slowly Trowa's eyes opened to behold his lover's face. He tried to speak, but Heero placed a finger over his lips. "Save your energy. We can talk later." "Am I-" "You're alive Trowa." "Any later and you wouldn't have been." Trowa's gaze shifted toward Wu Fei. It had been him after all. If he was there, he had to have survived. "Get some rest." Heero encouraged and placed his hand over Trowa's eyes. They slowly closed and he was asleep again. Heero leaned forward to kiss Trowa's forehead. "At least he's safe now." Wu Fei attempted to soothe and placed his hand on Heero's shoulder. The Japanese man couldn't tear his eyes from Trowa's battered face. "It'll take some time, but he'll heal again." "Nothing will be the same." Heero whispered. "Don't blame yourself. You were in a coma for-" "It doesn't matter. I should have-" "Yuy, you're only human." "Then why didn't Ralph survive? Even after I shielded him from most of the blast? I couldn't protect him, just like I couldn't protect Trowa." "You're being too hard on yourself. You saved his life. Do you honestly think that drug lord would have even bothered to call the police? Do you think he would have even noticed that Trowa was about to die?" Heero didn't respond, unable to remove his gaze from Trowa. "I killed him." "Who?" "When I got there and seen what he was doing to Trowa. . .I beat him to death." "Yuy-" "I killed that other bastard too." Heero looked down at the torn flesh of his left hand. A bullet hole could be seen, exposing circuits and wiring. "The one he had been living with." "I can't really blame you. If it were me, I'd probably be just as bad." Suddenly, he felt tired. Still fully clothed, he laid next to Trowa and stared into the resting features. They were in the guest room of Wu Fei's home. The Latin had been released from the hospital two days ago with the doctors claiming he would be all right once he slept off the drugs. Heero didn't really have any other place to turn for help. . .no where that Trowa could stay in order to regain his strength. Wu Fei stared at the couple a moment before tucking his small tool kit under his arm and headed for the door. He gave a little side note of returning in the morning with a new skin graph to recover Heero's wound. Somehow, he felt that the ex coma patient didn't hear a word that was spoken. He didn't hold it against him. Heero was just too overjoyed that he had finally found Trowa, after 13 months of searching. The two year separation would leave them with a lot to catch up on; and a long road of full recovery as well as adjusting. "Wu Fei." "Yes?" "I will repay your kindness." "Don't worry about it. It's the least I can do. . .after what I did to him." Wu Fei bowed his head in shame. He was suppose to be a friend to Trowa, yet when he witnessed the Latin spend an entire year at the bedside of whom everyone believed was Ralph, he felt as everyone else had: that it wasn't healthy for Trowa to waste so much time on a coma patient that wasn't who he believed. He, Quatre, Duo, Sally, and even Catherine gathered in a conference room in the Preventer's headquarters for the intervention. None really believed that Trowa would take it well, and while it was going on, Heero had been moved to a different hospital without giving the new information to Trowa. It was that move that Trowa descended to Earth without informing anyone; not even Quatre or Catherine. Now Wu Fei wished he would have listened to Trowa. It was Chris that had discovered the patient's true identity. The moment he opened his eyes and Chris found cool blue staring at her in confusion; she knew that Trowa had been right. Heero's first strained words were of Trowa's whereabouts. No one could answer. Even before he was well enough to escape the hospital, he set out to look for the Latin. Thirteen months later, he had returned with his prize, just as he claimed he would. Heero lightly ran his index finger along Trowa's cheek. It then fell to the necklace around his neck. He was still wearing it; despite the fact that it was filled with Ralph's ashes instead of Heero. He understood. Trowa kept the ashes with him; attempting to convince himself of what everyone else forced him to believe; that Heero was dead. Trowa would turn from him. He already knew that Trowa wouldn't be able to look him in the eye after everything that had happened. It was going to take a lot before that could be rectified.
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