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"Going to Extreme "Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own GW or their boys, wish
I did. Warnings: Lanuage, mild violence, hair cutting, and lemon (later on) Pairings: 1x3, RxD Summary: Relena decides she wants a baby after seeing her nephew. Only problem is she needs a donor for the father and she has her sights set on Heero. Rating: NC 17
"Going to Extreme " Chapter 3 Dorothy stepped into the bedroom to find Relena sleeping peacefully. A smile curved the blonde's lips as she watched the love of her life dreaming. It has been three weeks since approaching Heero with the request of donating. Needless to say, the search for a replacement was futile. Since then, Dorothy had become more determined to accomplish her goal of changing Heero's mind, one way or another. Though Relena continues to claim differently, Dorothy knew how much the vice foreign minister wanted Heero's DNA in her offspring. "Dorothy?" Relena's voice cut through her thoughts as she came to realize that the princess was no longer sleeping. "What are you doing up so late?" She wonder after glancing at the alarm clock. "There's a small piece of business that I must tend to. You need to rest princess." Dorothy cooed and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and lightly kissed Relena's forehead. "I'll return in a couple of hours." "What sort of business?" "I need. . .tampons." Relena nodded and attempted to return to sleep. Dorothy pushed from the mattress and headed for the door. Until this point, she had been handling all interviews. However, today, her words held little truth. She was planning to meet with someone, however, that someone was an old friend. The meeting place was a couple of blocks from where she was now. Rather than driving, she walked. It was a nice quiet night. Everything was calm, it was a nice neighborhood, and she needed a breath of fresh air. Upon leaving, she pulled an umbrella from the bin and left. Inhaling deeply, she stepped from the building and opened her umbrella. The rain had grown more heavily since that afternoon; but it didn't bother her. She welcomed the weather. Two blocks west, and one south. A motel by the name of Western Inn, nuzzled along a small parking lot. Room 168 was the appointed room number. A soft glow in the front window proved that her meeting partner was already inside. Once she was safely under the awning, she closed the umbrella. Without bothering to knock, she turned the knob and allowed herself into the room. Inside were two men. One was an auburn haired man, handcuffed to the head board, and half naked. Sitting on this man's stomach was a second man with red hair, with even less clothing. Upon the intrusion, the red head pulled from his task and took a couple steps from the mattress. "What the hell is going on?" The auburn haired man asked outraged, once he realized who had interrupted. "Shawn, thank you for your help." Dorothy cooed and pulled an envelope from her pocket. She handed it to the red head. Grinning, he accepted the envelope and reached for his jeans. A moment later, he allowed himself from the room. "We meet again Duo Maxwell." "Is this some kind of sick joke? I thought you were lesbo." "Believe me, if I ever desire a man, you'd fall extremely short of what I would even begin to consider. Now Heero. . .that's a real man, and speaking of which. . ." She strolled toward the bed and straddled the restrained man. "I know you've kept in touch with him." "What's it to you?" "I just need one little piece of information from you, and you're free to have your organism with Shawn." "What type of information are you talking about?" "Just ten little digits." Duo stared at Dorothy a moment, not completely understanding what, exactly, she was getting at. Dorothy pushed her blonde hair behind her ear and leaned forward. "I know you know his cell phone number." "What would you need something like that for?" "Details are niggling." Duo's brow furrowed in confusion. Whatever the reason behind her needing this, Heero obviously didn't want her to know. Otherwise, he would have given it to her himself. "And if I refuse?" Dorothy grinned and reached to grip a large chunk of twisted auburn locks. She pulled the braid from under the American and ran her hand along the length. "How long is your hair now Duo? You've been growing it for quite some time, and you're not as young as you use to be. I wonder how long it would take you to grow it back?" "What?!?" Her hand slid along the braid, closer to the back of his neck. "Maybe just a few feet. You probably wouldn't miss it. Aside, then people would stop mistaking you for a woman, with your hair no longer to your knees." "Dorothy, don't even kid." "I'm not. You have something I want, and I will get it, one way or another. If it means shaving you bald, then so be it." She dropped the braid and narrowed her eyes. "All you have to do is tell me what I need to know, and you can prevent a world of humiliation." "Why is it so important? Your woman wantin' to chase after him again for rejection? Or are you seeking revenge for her because she's too prissy to do it on her own?" "Such a wise cracker. . .do bald people get as many laughs?" As she questioned, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled a Swiss army knife. "Let's make this easier on both of us. The last thing I want to do is waste an hour of my time giving you a much needed hair cut." Duo narrowed his eyes and attempted to slip from the cuffs. "That's no good. These are special made cuffs, that no one can escape from. At the same time, they don't leave any type of marks or cause pain, the perfect love toys. With that in mind, Mr. Maxwell, your answer?"
He was close to release when his cell phone started ringing. The ring tone was designed for Duo. Seeing no real need to talk to the American just yet, he ignored it and focused on Trowa's mouth. Aside, Trowa was working toward relaxing him; the last thing he wanted was to get uptight after all his lover's efforts. However, Duo was persistent. Sick of hearing it, Heero turned the ringer off. At this point, Trowa pulled from his work. "Maybe you should answer it. Something might be up." "The only thing that's up and to worry about is me." Trowa snickered, and continued to stare up at Heero. "It's Duo. His biggest emergency is needing to barrow some money until pay day." That said, he pushed Trowa's head back into position. He knew Trowa was only teasing him. The Latin knew he was close to release and for some reason enjoyed making him wait longer than he really should. To prove this, Trowa resorted back to lightly kissing along Heero. As he reached the end, he nipped the swollen flesh. "Damn you, just let me cum and get it over with." As Trowa's tongue swirled along Heero's tip, his index finger lightly traced the rest. Heero gripped the wall, ready to release at any time, but forced himself to hold until Trowa was finish playing games. He was still at work, so staining the carpet or his clothes would be unacceptable. Finally, Trowa returned to his previous actions of taking all of Heero into his mouth. He continued with his original pace until Heero's verbal warnings came. Trowa prepared himself as Heero released into his mouth. The Latin was careful not to swallow any of the semen as he reached for the empty coffee cup left over from lunch. Heero relaxed against the wall as he witness Trowa spit the masturbation into the cup. "Now that you cummed, you should call Duo back." Trowa informed as he composed himself and began returning the front of Heero's jeans to their previous position. When he stood straight, he met Heero's concerned cobalt. Smirking, Trowa eliminated the gap between their bodies and kissed Heero's bottom lip. Out of shear habit, Heero slipped his left hand into the back pocket of Trowa's tight jeans. "Don't worry." Trowa whispered softly before nipping Heero's lip. With that, he squeezed Trowa's backside, and their lips met. A moment later, they parted and Trowa pulled from the muscular body to leave. He stopped at the door and glanced back at Heero before opening it. Heero leaned against the wall again as he watched his lover leave. He knew that Trowa was being so passive and affectionate because of Dorothy and Relena. Though it happen weeks ago, it still pulled at the back of Heero's mind. This often left him distant and uncharacteristic. It was during those times that Trowa would do something similar to today. Heero had yet to tell him about the words shared that day, and Trowa wasn't prying. It was perhaps, one of the qualities that Heero liked best of his lover. He was patient enough to wait for Heero to make the first move. Sighing, he pulled his cell from its holder and hit speed dial number 2, Duo's cell number. The first ring didn't even have a chance to complete finish before the American answered. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GET YOURSELF INTO HEERO!!! DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEAL OF WHAT THAT BITCH DID?!?!? SOMETIMES I WISH YOU'D TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN DAMN PROBLEMS!! I HAVE ENOUGH OF MY OWN TO HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOU TOO!!" "Calm down. What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about that psycho bitch, Dorothy." Heero stiffen at the mention of her name. "I have shorter than shoulder length hair because of you!! I can't even put it in a ponytail, let alone a braid!" "She cut your hair? Why?" "Because I wouldn't give her your cell number. Do you have any ideal how long it took me to grow it out that long?!?" "Did you give her the number?" "No." "Well, she's probably already gotten it." "Huh?" "Damnit. She's probably tracing your call right now Duo." "So she cut my hair for nothing?!?" "She knew you'd call to bitch me out about it." "What the hell does she want that's so important?" Heero closed his eyes and grit his teeth. All this over a sperm donation? This was a little too extreme. One thing was for sure, he was going to have to tell Trowa in order to forewarn him. "Heero?" "Relena's biological clock is ticking." "Huh?" "She wants a kid, and she can't do it on her own." "She wants your sperm? Why don't you just give it to her; or sell it? I'm sure you'd get quite a bit for it." "What am I?! Ebay now?! Why the hell should I give in to her?" "Uh, because PSYCHO DOROTHY CUT MY HAIR FOR IT!!!" "Like it wouldn't grow back." "And like you can't produce more? You're so stingy half the time. Geez, I mean it's just a sperm Heero. What's the big deal?" "Then you give her yours and tell her that it's mine." "Yeah right, like she'll believe that. She'll probably have it analyzed before fertilizing. What are you going to do about this?" "I don't think there's anything to do." "We both know how eccentric Dorothy can get when she's determined." "Well, she can't do any more to you, so you have
nothing to worry about. I have to go." Without waiting for Duo's
reply, he hung up. ~ * ~
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