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" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 4
Heero stepped from his car and closed the door. Making sure he had turned the headlights off, he turned and started walking toward the apartment building. He was a little surprised to see Yoji's car sitting in the parking lot. . .and even more surprised to find Omi in the taller man's arms. Heero stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the two men. At first, he thought he was seeing things. Perhaps it wasn't really Omi, but someone that looked like Omi. . .but he wasn't mistaken. Keeping his eyes glued to the pair, he walked over to the car. The closer he got, the louder the voices became. . .and Heero could tell that Omi was upset about something. Neither of the men seemed to have noticed Heero's approach at first. Yoji was the first to turn and find him advancing. "What's going on?" The Japanese man asked swiftly as he looked to the back seat to notice that there wasn't any boxes. "Just taking care of some last minute business." Yoji answered, his voice clearly stating that it was none of Heero's business. Omi refused any sort of eye contact with Trowa's best friend. Heero was almost certain it was because he frighten the blonde. "What business?" "I told Trowa that it's over." Heero stared at Omi in disbelief. "There's no way to work through it?" "Hey, who was in the relationship here? You or Trowa?" Yoji asked, clearly getting annoyed with Heero's questions. "You mean a hell of a lot to him. I know you haven't really noticed it, but he has come a long way from where he was. . .you're the one that helped him with that." Omi remained silent. "You'll never find anyone like him again. How long do you think your and Yoji's relationship is going to last?" "What the hell are you trying to say?" "Just think about it Omi. You know him better than anyone." With that, Heero started walking toward the building. At first Yoji was going to go after him for an answer, but Omi stopped him. As Heero climbed the stairs to the apartment, he wondered if Trowa was told about Yoji. If he was, then there's no telling how the Latin was reacting. This in mind, he ran the rest of the way to the apartment. When he finally reached the door, he didn't even bother to knock. Instead, he used the key that Trowa had given him to let himself in. Just as he unlocked the door, the lady living in the apartment next to him stepped into the hall. "Is everything all right?" She asked in concern. Heero didn't bother to acknowledge her, as he barged into the apartment. Shock was with him as he beheld the state that the living room was in. "Trowa?" He dashed to check the bedroom and bathroom only to find his friend in the kitchen. The taller man was rummaging through one of the drawers, looking for something in particular. Before he had a chance to find it, Heero was at his side, and pushed the drawer closed quickly. He then pulled his friend from it's reach and held him firmly. Trowa buried his face in Heero's strong chest. Tears were streaming from his usually cold emeralds as his lean frame shook violently. "It's okay." Heero whispered softly as he rubbed Trowa's back. The Latin pulled away, leaned against the refrigerator, and slid to a sitting position. Heero kneeled before him, studying his actions closely. Neither of the men noticed the neighbor standing on the threshold of the kitchen until she spoke. Once Heero assured her that everything was okay, she left the apartment, and his full attention returned to Trowa. "Why am I not good enough?" Trowa whispered as his voice cracked. "Why did he have to be in love with Yoji? Why Yoji? Of all people, why Yoji? He swore to me that they were only friends. How could I have been so foolish?" Heero stared at Trowa in disbelief. He had never seen him like this before. It was still hard to believe that the emotional wreck before him was the same person that once could face any opponent without batting an eye. This only proved to Heero how much Trowa cared for Omi. Anyone who could cause Trowa to resort to this had to be special. "I don't deserve him. That's why he doesn't want me. I don't deserve. . ." His words were interrupted as Heero backhand him. The green eyes widen in surprise at the contact. . .and silence reign after it was made. At first, Heero didn't even realize that he had done it. He just couldn't take what Trowa was saying about himself. As he stared dumbfoundedly at the rapidly appearing red mark on the thin cheek, he was flushed with guilt. "Trowa, I'm sorry." He tenderly rubbed the attacked cheek. "No. I should be thanking you." Trowa looked up at Heero. Though the tears had stopped, they were still visible. "I'm sorry about Omi." "It was bound to happen." Heero lightly wiped away the last of the shed tears before pulling him into an embrace. It was rare for Heero to hug anyone from the front. Usually, the closest he got was standing behind someone and wrapping his arms around them. However, with Trowa, it felt as natural as breathing. Trowa closed his eyes and focused on being in the strong arms. Though his heart was shredded, somehow being in Heero's arms made him feel as if everything would be okay. It was as if he could somehow steal Heero's strength as long as he was inside the embrace. He wanted to stay like this. Of all the people that he's ever known in his life, Heero was the only one that had stayed by his side. "I am done with dating." Trowa whispered softly. "Trowa. . ." "I'm serious. When I get horny, I'm just going to find someone, fuck them, and leave them." Heero pulled from the hug to stare into his friend's eyes. "Don't even kid like that. If you go back to that, you'll go back to the way you were." "Maybe that way isn't so bad. . .at least you can't get hurt." "No, but you might as well be dead." "You have no ideal how this feels Heero." "You're right. I don't. But I can see how bad it's eating away at you. I'm here for you Trowa." He lightly cupped the downcast chin and brought the emerald eyes to meet his. "I won't let you go back to what you were." With that, he pushed back the bangs so he could see the full face. "Go wash your face, I'll call up Duo and we'll go do something. . .just the three of us." "I don't feel like going anywhere." "Too bad. You're going. Don't make me make you. You know I will." "What about Aya?" "What about him? He knows I'm going to be with you tonight. Now get your ass in there and take care of your eyes." When Trowa made no effort of moving, Heero grabbed his upper arm and pulled him to his feet. "Heero. . ." "Don't 'Heero' me. You're not going to sit around here whining like a baby over that asshole. You're going out. . .and you're going to keep going, every night, until you do find someone new."
"Thanks." "No problem." It was then that Heero noticed Omi standing behind the counter, checking out a blue haired girl that Heero always sees everytime he came into the store. As usual, she was flirting with Omi, and Heero wondered what she saw in him. In truth, the Japanese man never liked Omi. He only tolerated the blonde because of Trowa and Aya. Now, as he stared at the florist, a wicked smile pulled at his lips. He managed to navigate through the mob to the counter as the girl left, and Omi was placing the money into the drawer. When the blue eyes lifted to look at the next customer, he was greeted by a darker shade of blue. Though Omi showed no outward discomfort, the look in his eyes were enough to satisfy Heero. "How are you doing Omi?" He asked as causally as he always did. . .which only made the hunter a little more edgy. "Omi, can you ring this up for me?" Yoji asked as he appeared out of no where and handed Omi a bouquet of carnations. "Sure." The blonde answered and took the flowers to cash out. "What are you doing here?" The taller man asked as he eyed Heero suspiciously. It was just the reaction he was looking for. He wanted them to be as uncomfortable as possible. "I just came to see Aya." Heero answered, sounding as he always did before the break up. At that second, the red haired man stepped back into the shop. He stared at Heero a moment, wondering what exactly his lover was doing. He could see just how uneasy his friends were feeling under the gaze of the colbat eyes as he walked over to the trio. "Something wrong Heero?" Aya asked as he stood next to his boyfriend. "No. Are you going on lunch break now?" Aya looked over at Omi and Yoji. Though neither of them spoke or indicated anything, he knew that they were demanding that he get rid of Heero as soon as possible. "Yeah." With that, he removed his apron and laid it on the counter before following Heero out of the shop. "Later Ken." Heero called as they left, and the brown haired man threw his hand up before returning his full attention to a customer. "What'd you say to them?" Aya asked once they were in Heero's car. "Nothing." "Don't lie Heero." "I just asked Omi how he was doing, and Yoji got
an attitude. He "Why are you acting like a bitch all of a sudden?" "Who's being a bitch?" "It just seems odd that you show up out of the blue. . .and you're being nice to Omi." "Out of the blue?. . .I hardly consider coming to see you at work on your birthday as 'out of the blue'. How do you want me to act around Omi?" "I know that sneaky look Heero. What are you up to?" A mischievous grin pulled at the driver's lips. "I am up to something. . .but I assure you that it has nothing to do with Trowa, Yoji, or Omi. This is all about us." "Now, I'm even more concerned." Aya stated, feeling a little more light hearted. "Where are we going?" "You'll see." "No hints?" "Nope." "Not even a small one?" Heero shook his head. If there was one thing Aya hated, it was not knowing what was going on. The Japanese man bathed in the uneasiness of his boyfriend. He reached over and took the soft hand in his. "I'll give you a small hint, if you promise that from now until I take you back to work that the conversation will be limited to us." "Deal." "It's secluded." "That's it?" "You said a small one. . .the small ones aren't really much help." "I'll say." They rode in silence as Aya studied the passing scenery in an attempt to figure out where they were heading. Five minutes later, Heero pulled into the parking lot of a park. Their car was the only one there at the time. The two climbed from the car and Heero retrieved something from the trunk. Aya watched as he slipped a knapsack over his shoulder and began walking toward the heart of the park. He had a feeling that Heero had something else up his sleeve. It wasn't the first time that the couple had visited this park. . .though it was the first they did in broad daylight. Normally when they came here, it was to sit on the shore and look over the lake. . .but the direction they were heading now was opposite of the lake; and toward the stables where little kids could ride ponies through a trail in the woods. They had visited the woods before too; on nights when they felt playful. More often than not, they would use the woods as cover and hunt each other in the darkness. Though Heero won more often than not, there were a few times when Aya gained the upper hand. Each time they played the game, it always ended in a make out secession; so in the end, they were both consider winners. Aya stared at the backpack that Heero was carrying in suspicion, as they walked further into the woods than they ever had before. For some unknown reason, he had the strong urge to make love to the Japanese man. He wasn't sure if it was because Heero was teasing the hell out of him right now; or if it was the fact that they were finally alone where no one could interrupt them. They had long since by pass the trail that the ponies used. . .and the trees had grown thicker, giving a better cover. It was then that he wondered if this is what Heero had planned. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running water, and Heero stopping in front of him. As he stood next to his boyfriend, he eyed the scene before him. They were at the base of the waterfall that fed into the lake. The deep green grass was flushed with a field of wild flowers in full bloom. The only sound came from the waterfall and the singing birds overhead. "Are you looking to get laid?" Aya teased and looked over at the Japanese man, who was now kneeling and pulling items from the knapsack. "Actually I was thinking a picnic and a swim. . .but that could definitely make things perfect." The smirk plaguing the curved lips told the full tale of his true intentions. Since he had skipped breakfast that morning, Aya accepted the offer of lunch as he kneeled next to his lover. All through out the lunch, Aya witnessed a side of Heero that he didn't know existed in the depths of his boyfriend. The conversation was unusually lighthearted and futuristic. . .two things that both of them had a hard time showing. Heero was sitting up right against the trunk of a tree while Aya laid next to him with his head resting in Heero's lap. For the first time in two days, things were relaxed and peaceful between them; the way they were before Omi and Trowa's break up. The longer Aya stared into the deep colbat, the more he wanted to become closer to Heero. "What?" Heero asked no longer able to handle the silent probing. "You're a surprising person Heero." A smile pulled at Heero's lips as he lightly twisted the long strands of red hair around his finger. Without warning, Aya lunged forward and captured the smiling lips in a deep kiss. Forgetting about the hair, Heero's hand slid down Aya's neck. Still engaged in the kiss, Aya repositioned himself to straddle the stronger man. Their tongues met forcefully as Heero wrapped his arms around Aya's thin waist and crushed their bodies together. Both men were equally aroused and rubbing against each other in lust filled motions. ~ * ~ Chapter
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