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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 7
He entered the lobby, hopefully Trowa wouldn't hold it against him for helping Omi move out, or else this will be awkward. Well, this wasn't exactly a social call. . .it was business. Silently cursing Aya, Ken knocked lightly on the apartment door. He waited a moment for an answer, but all he could hear was faint rock music. The door slightly opened as he knocked harder. Hesitating a moment, he pushed the front door open. The music was louder in here; which he recognized the song as "Nookie" by Limp Bizkit. "Trowa?" He called and stepped further inside the apartment. He looked around the living room for the Latin; all he saw was Freesia laying in the middle of the floor staring at him. Not wanting to let the kitten out, he closed the door behind him and ventured toward the kitchen. The music was coming from the bed room. Figuring that was a better bet, he detoured toward the music. "Tro. . ." His voice became stuck in his throat as he beheld the scene before him. He felt his cheeks flush as his eyes were glued to the hand stroking the rock hard sex from base to tip. They began to burn from noticing the hard dildo being aggressively rammed into the Latin's backside. Trowa's eyes were closed as he continued to please himself. Ken didn't mean to stare, but for some reason, he couldn't stop. He listened to Trowa's pants and moans over the loud music. His eyes traced the naked body and rested on the features twisted with bliss. Sensing that he wasn't alone, the green eyes slowly open to behold a shocked pair of eyes the same color. Trowa stopped and removed his sex toy as Ken snapped out of his trance. Before the ex-pilot could say anything to the florist, Ken uttered an apology, set the pot of flowers on the floor and ran from the room. Trowa only watched his exit in disbelief and confusion. Ken tore from the building and to Aya's car. Fumbling a little with the keys, he unlocked the door and allowed himself in. No time was wasted as he inserted the key and sped from the parking lot. It was when he stopped at a red light, two blocks from the apartment building that he caught his reflection in the mirror. A thin stream of blood was slowly trickling from his left nostril. As he searched the glove compartment for a tissue, his cell phone started to ring. Finding what he wanted, he fished out the ringing phone. "What!?!" "Is something wrong Ken?" Aya asked, referring to the way his friend had answered the phone. "No. Why would anything be wrong?" "Ken, are you feeling okay?" "I'm fine. What do you want?" "Did you deliver yet?" "Yeah. They're delivered, and this is the last time I do anything for you." With that, the green eyed man hung up and tossed his cell phone to the passenger seat. He then proceeded to tend to his nose. "Heero. . .line one is for you." A woman called from his left. He looked up confused. "Who is it?" "He says his name is Trowa." "I'll take it." With that, Heero picked up the phone and pushed the button for line one. "What's up?" "Have you talked to Aya today?" Trowa asked as he sat on the arm of his chair while staring at the note that was attached to the plant. "No. Why?" "Well, I got this flower with a note attached." "What's the note say?" Heero wondered and signed for some packages that were being delivered. "It says: "That's it?" "Yeah." "He didn't say anything else?" "No. He sent Ken to deliver them." Trowa informed and slumped onto the cushion of the chair. "Did Ken say anything." "I don't think Ken could speak at the time." "Why not?" "He walked in when I was fucking myself." Heero burst into laughter at the statement. It was funny enough, but Trowa said it as if he was simply stating the whether. "The lock on the front door is not locking again." "How long did he watch you?" "I'm not sure, but when I looked up, his face was beet red. His nose was also starting to bleed. I think I aroused him." "Then what happened?" Heero couldn't wait to hear the response as he sat down on a nearby chair. "Nothing. He just ran from my apartment as if it was on fire." "You should go and see him." Heero teased. "Just to make sure that things are okay between you." "Funny Heero." "No. Seriously. Maybe it wasn't by chance that he walked in on you." "Right. It was destined for him to walk into my bedroom, catch me completely naked; jacking off; and shoving a dildo up my ass. You're right. . .it's fate." Movement caught the corner of Heero's eyes. He looked over to find that someone needed him. "Look, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." "Later." Trowa placed the phone on the hook and stared at the note. Maybe Aya was just trying to score brownie points; or maybe he really cared a lot about Heero. The strong aroma filled the apartment as Heero tossed his keys on the table and closed the door. Since he had missed breakfast and lunch, the smell was inviting. Just inhaling the wonderful air made his stomach growl in hunger. He stepped into the kitchen to find Aya pulling something from the oven. His eyes then averted to the table which was set and waiting for the main course. When he looked back at Aya, the violet eyes were locked onto him. "What's all this?" Aya leaned against the kitchen counter and studied his boyfriend a moment. "I over reacted." "You're being uncharacteristic today." "I've been doing a lot of thinking since last night. I realized that I don't trust Trowa because I don't know him. I figured that if maybe I did take the time to get to know him. . .then I would trust him better, and we wouldn't always argue about him." Heero stared at the taller man a moment before a smile pulled at his lips. "That's big of you Aya. . .I'm impressed. Most of the others that I've been with have been scared away by Trowa." "Your closeness is intimidating." Heero stepped over to the older man and brushed their lips together. As they pulled apart, Heero looked around the thin frame. "So what's the main course?" Aya side stepped to aloud him to view what was pulled from the oven. "I didn't get a chance to pick up dessert." "We can improvise." He smirked and looked up at his lover. "By the way. . .is there any particular reason why you sent Ken to deliver the flowers to Trowa?" "No, why?" "Just curious." "Were you there when he got there?" "No." "Did Trowa tell you what happened?" "Ken didn't tell you?" "No." "Then I've no right to say anything." He teased and headed toward the place that was set at the kitchen table. "Heero." "What?" "What happened?" "You're being nosey." "Whatever happened upset Ken. He wouldn't talk or even look at me today. What did Trowa do to him?" "Trowa didn't do anything. . .to him." "What are you talking about?" "I don't think Ken would appreciate my saying anything. I mean, I already have two florist pissed at me. I don't need a third." "HEERO!" The Japanese man laughed loudly. "Damn, your cat has an attitude." Duo snapped as he glared into the black and white face of the kitten. "What did you do to her?" Trowa asked as he stepped back into the living room. "Nothing. I just petted her and she threw a bitch fit." "Was she sleeping?" "Yeah." "She doesn't liked to be touched when she sleeps." "Well, there's one thing the two of you don't have in common. So where are we going tonight?" "We aren't going anywhere. I'm going out with Heero and Aya." "Without me?" "How the hell did you even get into my apartment in the first place?" Duo appeared to think about this. "The door was unlocked. Look, you can't go out with just Aya and Heero. You'll be a fifth wheel. What are you going to do when they go off to their coupled selves. You should take me along. I can keep you company. I'm not doing anything tonight any ways." "Look, it's just dinner. It's suppose to be a chance for me and Aya to get to know each other. You're too flashy." "Flashy?" "If you went, no one else would get a word in." "That's not true. You're getting words in now. Why are you getting to know Aya? Have they agreed to start a relationship with you?" "What?" "Sometimes couples have a relationship with each other, but then pull in a extra person. . .in other words, a threesome that doesn't involve just sex. Can I watch if you guys do a three way kiss?" "Duo, we are not having any kind of threesome." "Have you ever tried it? It's really fun." "Get out of my apartment." "Why?" "Because you're annoying the hell out of me." "Okay. Okay. Seriously. . .why are you going out with them?" "Because Aya and Heero have a good, strong relationship. However, everytime they argue it's because of me. Aya doesn't trust me; so he wants to get to know me better in hopes of earning trust." "Oh. So are you still going to look for someone new? Because there's this guy that. . ." "No Duo. I'm not looking right now. I need time to get over Omi." "I thought you didn't want to get over him." "What choice do I have?" Duo looked back at Freesia. "This cat's weird." He grabbed her back paw and she let out a drawn out cry while she attempted to free herself from his grip. "Stop tormenting my cat Duo." "I just think it's funny. The last cat you had was dead to the world. It didn't care what you did to it. This one is so lively. Look, it's trying to get away. . .Hey. You little bitch." Duo snapped as the kitten bit his thumb at the same time, it stuck its claws into the palm of his hand before running off. The braided man looked up at the cat owner. "That's what you're wearing?" He asked and looked over Trowa's image again. The Latin was wearing a tee shirt and a tight pair of blue jeans. "We're not going anywhere fancy." He stated and slumped into a chair. "Yeah, but you can still look good. Who knows, you might catch the eye of a cutie." Trowa just shook his head in aggravation. "Why not wear the pants I gave you for Christmas? They look good on you. You even look like you have an ass in them." "Why the hell are you staring at my ass?" Duo laughed at the exaggerated expression on Trowa's face. "Well, there's not much to see first off. I think you spent too much time in the cock pit and wore it down. Now Heero's got a nice ass." Trowa looked up at the ceiling in a 'why me' look. "So does Aya. He's got the kind that you just wanna squeeze." "Okay Duo. I don't need you to go through and decipher who has a nice ass or not." "You're just jealous because you don't." "Isn't there a club or a bar that you can be at?" "All the good ones don't open for an hour, so I need to blow some time." "Isn't there another apartment that you can blow time at?" "No. I use to hang out with. . . ." He looked up as he realized who he was about to mention, but caught himself. "No."
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