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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 6
Heero's hands outlined the lean frame as Aya crawled, on hands and knees, up his body. Every now and then, the red haired man would stop and kiss a crucial part of the denude skin. The further he ascended, the more rapidly the kisses were laid. By time he made it to the Japanese lips, the phone started ringing. At first, the lovers ignored it and continued to fully enjoy their bare flesh pressed against each other under the blankets. It wasn't until the answering machine turned on, that a woman's voice could be heard. She informed the machine that she was looking for Heero to come and get Trowa. Upon hearing his friend's name, Heero tore from the passionate lips and picked up the phone. As she told him where she was calling from, he wondered how Trowa had managed to get there. Duo had sworn to him that he would watch over the Latin. Once he hung up, he was greeted with a pair of scolding violets. "What's going on?" "Trowa's at some bar called Pete's Bar. He's completely wasted." "Isn't Duo suppose to be with him?" "Yeah, but the woman assured me that Trowa came in alone." With that, Heero pulled from his lover and started to dress. "Why do I have a feeling that this is planned?" "I don't know. . .maybe you're paranoid." Aya glared at his boyfriend as he watched him slip into his jeans. "I'm going with you." Aya informed and began dressing. There were no objections on Heero's part. Once fully dressed, the two climbed into Aya's car and followed the directions that the lady had given. It took them a little longer than expected to find it. As it turned out, the bar was so small that it blend in perfectly with the rows of buildings surrounding it. After by passing it, they turned around and managed to somehow notice the small sign. Neither men were in a good mood at having to come to this part of town at two in the morning to retrieve a drunk Trowa. So when they entered, and Heero saw what his friend was doing, the frustrated anger grew. "He's not the least bit of a slut." Aya stated, referring to the scene before them. "Don't start Aya." Heero snapped and headed toward the back of the bar. Trowa was giving a lap dance to a heavyset man, whose hands didn't seem to know no boundaries. At the same time, another man had his hand jammed down the front of the Latin's tight jeans. "You have three seconds to get your hands off of him." Heero warned and glared at the two men. "Wait your turn." The heavyset man informed without looking up at the new comer. Seeing the glare, the second man removed his hand from Trowa's jeans. He slumped back in his chair, almost wishing that he was invisible. Without warning, Heero grabbed Trowa's wrist and pulled him from the hefty man. In return, the neglected guy bounced to his feet and towered over the smaller Japanese man. He looked to be part of a biker gang. When he spoke, the stench of alcohol stole Heero's breath. "What the hell is your problem?" He barked and glare at Heero. "You." Not another word was spoken as he jabbed the man in the stomach. The oversized biker doubled over in pain, which gave Heero the perfect opportunity to sized either side of his head, and slam his face into the well built knee. The second blow broke the man's nose and sent him to the ground in pain. Heero looked up at the other four guys that had been molesting Trowa, waiting for one of them to take the first shot. . .but none of them moved. Figuring that they weren't looking for a fight, he turned around to find Trowa leaning against Aya for support. One look into the green eyes was enough to tell Heero just how much his friend had to drink that night. Shaking his head, he walked over to the two men and took Trowa's weight from his boyfriend. The trio left the bar and climbed into the car. Aya took the back seat since it was easier than trying to get Trowa there. . .besides, it gave him a chance to keep an eye on the two 'friends.' "Where's Duo?" Heero asked to break the silence. "I dunno." Trowa answered and leaned back in the seat. Aya could have sworn that he looked ready to throw up. He silently promised to kick Trowa's butt if the Latin did as much. "What do you mean you don't know?" "They looked so good together." Trowa whispered as tears started to spill from his closed eye lashes. Aya stared at the Latin in surprise. He had never seen him cry before. "Who looked good together?" "Oji and Yomi." More tears spilled at the mention of the mistaken names. Trowa fell against the door panel as Heero turned. "He was so happy. . .I couldn't give that to him. He looked so beautiful." As they came to a red light, Heero reached over and seized Trowa's chin. He brought the thin face to meet his stern gaze. "Trowa, look at me. . ." The misty emeralds slowly opened to full fill the request. "Don't do this to yourself." "I want to go home." "That's where I'm taking you." "But I don't know how to get there." "It's okay. . .I do." "How can you put up with me?" "That's what friends are for." Aya glanced from Trowa, to Heero and back. He could have sworn that they were having a moment. "The light's green." He announced, wanting to break their eye contact and closeness. Heero released Trowa's face and the green eyes were turned toward the back seat. "I'm sorry Aya. I didn't mean to bother you." "It's okay Trowa." The red haired man stated, trying to sound more friendly than he felt at that moment. Trowa laid back in the seat again and closed his eyes. The longer he remained silent, the more convinced Aya became that he was asleep. It was proven when they pulled into the parking lot of Trowa's apartment, and Heero attempted to wake him. The ex-pilot was too deep asleep. Sighing, he climbed out of the car and walked over to Trowa's side. He scooped the Latin into his arms and headed toward the building. Aya climbed out of the back seat to follow his lover. Upon reaching the front entrance, Heero instructed Aya to search Trowa's pockets for the keys. After a few minutes of rummaging and double checking, the hunter came up empty handed. "Great." Heero huffed as he sat Trowa against the building, and tried again to wake his friend. "Don't you have a set of keys?" Aya asked as he studied the door. "Yeah, but only to his apartment, not these doors." As he shook the lean frame, the green eyes slowly opened. "Mhmmm. . .hi Heero." "Where are your keys?" "My pocket?" "We checked there. They're gone." "As well as his wallet." Aya added and turned toward the drunk man. "We can probably just break in." Heero nodded, and tried to bring Trowa to his feet. Without much luck, he gave up and resorted to carrying his friend again. "Why do you smell like flowers?" Trowa asked suddenly as he buried his face in the side of the strong neck. Heero didn't answer as Aya succeeded in opening the door. As the three men walked the stairs to Trowa's apartment, Aya couldn't help but notice just how tightly the Latin was hugging his boyfriend. Silence reign among them as they entered the apartment and Heero carried his load to the bedroom. Aya stood at the doorway as he watched his lover work on making Trowa more comfortable. "Heero, can I have Aya?" Trowa asked as the Japanese man removed his shoes. "No, you can't have Aya." "Then can I have you?" "No." As Heero raised his friend to pull of the shirt, he was greeted by shock as Trowa started to lightly kiss his lips. Aya's eyes widen in surprise as he witnessed the act. Anger raged through him and just as he was ready to give voice to it, Heero pushed Trowa from him. "Trowa, you're drunk." "I need to find someone like you." The taller man stated as tears began to well in his eyes. "Get some sleep." Heero stood straight, and Trowa grabbed his hand. "Stay with me. . .please. I don't want to be alone." He looked down at the sadden green eyes and nodded. "You're not staying." Aya spoke in more of shock than demand. Heero looked up at his lover in a mixture of determination and surprise. "Yes I am." Glaring violet met colbat. "Why do you have to stay?" "Because he wants me to." "He can't take care of himself?" "If it's a problem. . ." Trowa started, but Heero cut him off. "It's not." With that, he headed for the door. Seizing Aya's upper arm, he pulled the taller man into the living room and closed the bedroom door. "I don't want you to stay." "I'm not leaving him like this. What the hell is your problem?" "My problem is that he was kissing on you just now. . ." "He's drunk Aya. He doesn't know what he's doing." "Did you like him kissing you?" "I can't believe you're asking this." "Did you? It's a simple yes or no." "No. Okay? It felt awkward. Why can't you trust me?" "I trust you. . .it's him that worries me." "For the last time. . .there's nothing going on between us. He's broken hearted and right now, more than anything, he needs me. I'm not going to turn my back to him because your friend fucked him up." "So you're holding against me what Omi did?" Aya narrowed his eyes at Heero. With that, he headed toward the front door. "You're the last person I ever expected to do something like that." The horrible taste was one thing that the morning could have done without. Trowa shifted the arm that he was laying on. . .but it didn't move. It took him a moment to realize that it wasn't his. The arm that his head was resting on was much more muscular. . .just as the one that was encircling his waist. It was then that he felt the hard erection pressed against his back. His green eyes flew open and he raised slightly to find that Heero was fully clothed, and laying on top of the blankets, while Trowa was underneath. Relaxing, he laid back down and closed his eyes. The Japanese man was asleep. Probably throughout the slumber he harmlessly mistaken Trowa for Aya. He tried to remember what had happened last night, but his head hurt too much, and he soon gave up on the memories. Concentrating on being in the safe hold, he slowly opened his eyes to find that it was nearly noon. He was late for work. He sat up quickly, waking Heero with a start, and bringing a wave of lightheadedness that caused the taste of vomit to build in the back of his throat. Original intentions of sitting up so fast now gone, he jumped from the bed and dashed toward the bathroom. Heero sat up straight as he watched Trowa throwing up. "You okay?" He asked softly but was answered by gagging. When it finally stopped and Heero could hear the flush, he pushed off the bed and walked over to the doorway of the bath room. His eyes traced the lean frame that was kneeling and resting his head against the seat cover. "I had a feeling you'd feel like this. . .so I took the liberty to call off for you today." "Appreciated." "Do you remember what happened last night?" "Not really." Trowa answered and stood up. He walked over to the sink, turned on the cold water and started splashing his face. "Do you at least remember what happened to Duo?" The Latin shook his head and reached for a towel. A silence fell between them and the phone began ringing. Trowa clutched his temples, obviously in pain from the loudness. Heero stepped back into the bed room and answered. His anger returned as he heard the voice on the other line. "What the hell happened last night Duo? I thought you said that you were going to watch him?" "Hey, I was. . .but then he just sort of disappeared. Did he come home?" "Yeah, after I had to go get him at two in the morning on the other side of town. Damnit Duo. I hardly ask you for anything and you can't do one simple favor." "I don't need a baby-sitter." Trowa informed as he stood on the threshold of the bedroom. "Don't get pissed off at Duo because of what I did." "I'm pissed because he promised something and didn't do it." "I was just calling to make sure Tro was all right. Since he is, I'll let you go." Before Heero could say any more, Duo hung up and he did the same. "Heero, I'm able to take care of myself. You don't need to send Duo as your little watch dog." "I don't want anything to happen to you Trowa. . .and you know that you would be the same way if things were switched." Trowa laid back down on the bed. Heero slid over to his friend and rested his head on Trowa's side. At the same time, he started rubbing the Latin's back. "I didn't mean to act the way I did. I know at times I can be a mother hen." "It's okay Heero. You don't have to explain. I know." "I wish I could take this from you." "You can't. Stop trying to make it go away. . .because it's not." A short silence grew between the two friends. "I'm sorry about last night." "It's over with." "But I keep putting a strain between you and Aya." "His not being able to trust me has nothing to do with you Trowa." At that moment, a meow could be heard from the other side of the bedroom door. Both men looked over to find it cracked, but not enough for the kitten to sneak through. "Can you let her in Heero?" Heero lifted a little and looked over at the door. "Do you want to come in Freesia?" There was a low cry from the kitten. "I didn't hear that. Did you want to come in?" The meow grew in volume. "Are you sure?" Another cry and Trowa playfully shoved the Japanese man. "Stop teasing her." "I don't think she really wants to come in. I think she just doesn't like the door being closed." At this statement, a much louder cry could be heard from the door followed by insistent scratching. Heero pushed from the bed and walked over to the door. He opened it more than enough for the kitten to come in if it wanted. The small kitten sat on the floor, looking up at Heero with big yellow eyes. The yellow orbs then looked up the door and the size of the opening. She cried loudly again and Heero wondered what was wrong with the kitten. Trowa lightly ran his hand over the blankets and called the kitten by name. . .but it still seemed unsure about entering. "Are you coming in or not?" Heero asked and the cat cried again. Sighing, he reached down to pick her up. Before she could run off, he wrapped his hand around her stomach and lifted her from the floor. He walked back over to the bed and set her on the blankets. The kitten looked fearfully from Heero to Trowa and back again. Just as Trowa reached to pet her, she attempted to jump off the bed. However, Heero caught her in mid air and pulled her back up. "Not the friendliest of cats." "I'm surprised that she's even out." Smirking, Heero lifted a corner of the blankets and stuffed the cat inside. "Heero." "What? She likes to hide." The crowd swarming Aya never bothered him before. After so long, he had learned to block out their voices, while still staying alert to everything else. This time, however, he seemed on another planet. He didn't even notice that Omi was talking to him until he felt the blonde tap his shoulder. He turned to look at the blue eyed man. "Are you all right Aya? You look sorta distant." "Omi, when you and Trowa were together, did you ever get the impression that he and Heero had something going?" Omi seemed surprised at the question. He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about this. "Well, to be completely honest. . .the thought never occurred to me." Before Aya could answer a yelp of surprise destroyed the conversation, and the grunt of pain averted it. "Ken, are you all right?" Omi asked as he held a hand out to his friend. It was while surveying his coworker that Aya realized that he had been watering the floor instead of the plants. He quickly turned off the hose and focused on Ken. "Aya! Why don't you watch what you're doing?" Ken barked and accepted Omi's helping hand. The next instant, the brown haired man was surrounded by girls asking if he was all right, or if he had hurt anything. "Omi, here. Finish this for me." He informed and handed the hose to the smaller blonde. "Where are you goin?" "To get a mop." It didn't take long to mop up the puddle. As he replaced the mop and bucket, he wondered if maybe he was blowing things with Trowa out of proportion. After all, if Omi didn't suspect anything, it's possible Aya could just very well be paranoid. Now that he thought about it, he realized that he hadn't really taken the time out to get to know Trowa. Maybe if he did that, his paranoia would waiver. . .then things between him and Heero would go back to the way they were. With this in mind, Aya stepped from the back room and his eyes searched the flower shop quickly, yet thoroughly. Trowa slowly opened the door; surprised to find Dee on the other side. The older man smiled slightly as he noticed the confusion in Trowa's stance. The Latin racked his brain, trying to remember if he had told Dee where he lived or not. In any case, if he did, it was surprising that the officer remembered so well. "You forgot your keys and wallet last night." Dee stated and held up the items that he was speaking of. "I thought you'd might like them back." Trowa glanced over his shoulder at Heero, who was sitting on the couch in the living room. Not wanting his friend to know what he had done last night, he stepped into the hall and closed the door. He took the two lost items and muttered a close resemblance to a 'thanks'. "Look, about last night. . ." "Don't worry about it." Trowa said softly as he shoved his wallet and keys into his jeans pocket. "I was worried that I scared you off." "No. It wasn't you. It's me. The timing for this was just all wrong." "Maybe we can try again after everything blows over?" Trowa nodded. "It's a strong possibility." "Okay then. Bye Trowa." "Bye." He watched the older man head toward the stairs. He waited until he was out of sight before turning to go back into his apartment. There was a curious air about the Japanese man as Trowa sat on the couch next to his friend. Though Heero wanted to ask who it was, he kept silent for as long as he could. He didn't need to ask as Trowa caved. "It was Dee. He wanted to return my wallet and keys." "Trowa, you didn't. . ." The Latin inhaled deeply and slumped into the cushion, waiting for Heero to lecture. "What am I going to do with you?" He teased and patted Trowa's knee. "Did you like Dee at all?" "I don't know him too well. . .but of what I've seen, he's a good guy." Heero leaned back in the corner of the couch. "Would you want to see him again?" "Not any time soon." "Why not?" "Maybe it's too soon for me to start dating again. I practically raped a cop last night because I didn't want to feel what seeing Omi and Duo. . . ." Trowa stopped, wondering where the American's name came from. "Omi and Yoji. Why the hell did I call him Duo?" "You got Duo on your mind?" Heero smirked a knowing smirk. "What are you doing thinking about Duo?" "I'm not thinking about Duo. I don't think I was thinking when I said it." "Okay." "Heero. You should know better than that." "Well, you guys do aggravate each other an awful lot." "That reminds me." Trowa turned to face his friend. "You know what he asked me last night?" "Do I want to know?" Trowa threw a throw pillow at the Japanese man. "He asked me why me and you never went out." Confused shock arched Heero's eyebrows. "Was he drunk?" "No. It was before we went to the club. Apparently Aya isn't the only one who thinks that there's something going on between us." "Well, Aya just doesn't want to trust me. . .and to hear Duo tell anything, everyone goes out with everyone else. To him, life is just one big orgy." "Are things between you and Aya going to survive?" Heero grew silent at the question. "I want them to. . .I really do, but if he doesn't learn to trust me. . .I don't know." Trowa averted his eyes to the arm of the couch and began to lightly trace the design with his index finger. "Trowa, it's not because of you." "Well. . .maybe it is Heero. I could understand if it was just Aya. . .but Duo too? Duo knows both of us better than Aya does." "Did Omi ever accuse you?" "No. . .but sometimes, Omi just. . .it was like he was here, but he wasn't. . .and I'm sure he just stopped caring once he and Yoji. . ." His voice trailed off as he seemed even more intent on the arm of the couch. Heero studied his friend a moment before pushing to his feet. "Well. I should go. I have to be at work by five. I'll call you when I get home." Trowa nodded. "What are you going to do?" "Probably clean up the apartment." "Later." They called in unison and Heero headed
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