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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 8
Duo was wrong about one thing. . .Trowa wasn't feeling at all like a fifth wheel. In fact, he was a little surprised. When Aya had called him earlier that day and asked him to join him and Heero for dinner, he thought that the red head wasn't sincere about getting to know him better. Now he was convinced that that wasn't the case. Though Trowa had known Aya to be as quiet as Heero, it seemed that tonight he had taken the role of Duo's non stop chatting. The conversation during the ride over had been vivid, comfortable, and intelligent; nothing like the uncomfortable silence that he had expected. As they cruised through dinner, and drinks were added to the mix, the conversation became more lighthearted and down right goofy at times. The trio had decided to go to a bar and grill called Wheat and Rye that was well known for their corned beef sandwiches. Presently, they were amiss yet another game of pool. Though it was one of Heero's favorite games, he kept out of it, and watched them play. While they did, the Japanese man busied himself at the jukebox picking out and playing songs that everyone hated to love. As the almost forgotten music to the Macarena filled the bar Trowa couldn't help but laugh, causing him to hit the cue ball in the wrong spot, and missing his winning shot. "He's in a mean mood tonight." Aya joked as he watched Heero walk over to them. "Hey, it's our song Trowa." Heero stated and sat down on a stool nearby. "Your song?" Aya looked from Heero to Trowa and back. "Macarena is your song?" "There's just a story behind it." Trowa offered. "What's the story?" Trowa looked over at his friend. "You wanna tell him?" "Not a chance. I'll give you the fun." "Thanks. It was two years ago, at Quatre's birthday party. I think Heero and I had a little too much to drink at the party." "No. I was just sick of that damn classical music." Heero interrupted. Trowa continued as he removed the rack for Aya to break the balls. "Or because of that. . .but Heero snuck into Quatre's music selection and gets his copy of Macarena. At that time, Quatre was obsessed with the song and the dance. . .so, Heero slips the song into the player, and cranks the speakers as loud as they would go. The next thing anyone knew, that damn song was blaring out the live orchestra." "You should have seen the look on his sisters' face when they realized what it was. That was priceless." Aya chuckled as he tried to imagine it. "Well, it gets better. Some how, Heero convinced me, Quatre,. . .was Wu Fei there?" Trowa wondered and looked over at Heero. "Yeah, but he wouldn't do it." "Okay. So it was me, Quatre, Duo, and Heero got up on the stage where the orchestra was, and just started dancing the Macarena." Aya burst into laughter. "Somehow, I can't see either of you doing that specific dance." He assured and looked at his boyfriend. "I told you, we had too much to drink that night." The Latin assured. "Well, I'm going to get both of you drunk tonight, so I can see that." "Oh no you're not." Heero informed from his spot on the stool. "I think he's afraid of making himself look like a fool again." Trowa stated and gave Aya a knowing wink that Heero couldn't see. "I'm not afraid, and don't think I don't know what you're trying to do Trowa." "I'm not trying anything. I'm just saying that you only did that because you were drunk." "I wasn't drunk. I did it to piss off his sisters." "Okay Heero." Aya was now starting in. Heero glared at the two men. "I don't think I like you two becoming friends." "Why?" "Because I have a feeling that it's about to become a tag team match with no one on my side." "I'll take turns, how's that?" Trowa joked and aimed for the eight ball. "One minute, I'll be on Aya's team. . .the next on yours." After sinking the eight ball, and claiming the third victory of six games, Trowa walked over to Heero and picked up his drink. "Isn't that Heero's?" Aya asked suddenly before Trowa could take a drink. "No. It's mine. Heero's is empty." "How many have you had?" The tallest of the three looked over at Heero. "Why? Because I'm not doing the Macarena." "No. It's just that I've already had two, and one of us should stay sober enough to drive home." "Let's all get fucked up and then call Duo at three in the morning to come get us." Trowa laughed as he took a big gulp. "Do you honestly think that Duo will be sober at three in the morning?" Aya wondered and began racking the balls for the tie breaker. "Doubtful." Heero retorted as he thought about his braided friend. "I don't know. It's possible. He told me before I left that he wasn't doing anything tonight. After all, it is Wednesday and Yoji is preoccupied right now. So it's not like he has anyone to go with." "That wouldn't stop him. . .would it?" Trowa and Heero looked at each other a moment, each considering Aya's question. They both knew that Duo had somehow cut himself down to a social drinker opposed to his drunk 24-7 lifestyle a year ago. . .but then this was the first night since he and Yoji had become friends that they weren't together clubbing. It's possible the American could have gotten drunk because of loneliness and lack of entertainment. "Nah." They answered in unison. For some unknown reason, Trowa started to feel bad about not bringing Duo along. At that moment, Heero stood and headed for the bathrooms. There was a short, uncomfortable silence that followed his leave. It was strange that they could talk as long as Heero was there. Aya removed the rack and Trowa placed the cue ball. "Look, I'm sorry that I caused a lot of problems between the two of you." He started as he determined which way would be best to break. "Trowa, can I ask you something?" "Yeah." "Be completely honest with yourself as well as me when answering." The Latin nodded his agreement. "Do you find Heero attractive?" Trowa looked up at Aya in shock. "If you mean, 'do I know that he's an incredibly sexy man?' Yes. But if you're asking 'if I beat off while thinking about him'. . .no." The violet eyes fell to the pool table and Trowa could see that he wasn't convinced. "Aya, I assure you that Heero and I are nothing more than just friends." "You don't want nothing more than that?" "No." "You never once thought about dating him? You never experimented with him?" "We've never dated. . .but we have experimented." "And you don't want that again?" "No." "Why am I thinking that's bull shit?" "Heero has been my friend for five years now. We're practically brothers. Just because we experimented with each other to find our sexuality doesn't mean that I still want him." Trowa placed the pool stick on the table and turned from Aya. "You just don't understand what it's like to be alone your entire life." With that, he left the bar. Aya watched as he stepped outside. At that moment, Heero returned. "Where's Trowa?" "He stepped out." "What did you say to him?" The deep blue eyes glared at Aya. "Aya. . .what did you say to him?" "I just asked a couple of questions. I didn't know he would react like that." "What did you ask him?" Guilt consuming him, Aya headed for the exit. Heero sought to follow his boyfriend but he was stopped by their waitress. "Excuse me." She started politely. "I think you forgot about your tab." "How much?" "If you'll step to the counter I'll add everything up." Glancing back at the exit, Heero followed the blonde haired girl to the bar. He sat on a stool as she showed him what was ordered that night. "Is this right?" He wondered, noticing how many drinks were ordered. There was a total of eight. Since Aya had two, and Heero knew that he had one, that meant that Trowa was more than just a little drunk right now. His tolerance level must have really risen since he and Omi broke up. . .since the Latin didn't really seem to have drank as much. As Aya stepped into the crisp evening air, he instantly spotted Trowa sitting on the hood of his car. He walked over to him, wondering how best to say what he came to say. It was the last thing that Trowa said during that conversation that made him look at the green eyed man differently. It also explained somewhat to him why Trowa and Heero were so close. He stopped at the side of the car and stared at the covered features. "Are you okay?" Trowa nodded his answer. "I stepped out of line back there." "No. You just wanted to know the chances. I can't blame you." Trowa rubbed his burning eyes a moment before looking up. "Aya you have to have already noticed how much you mean to Heero. He really cares about you. Maybe you should take the time to get to know Heero instead of me. You obviously don't know anything about him, or else you wouldn't be accusing him of cheating all the time." "I'm not use to the way the two of you act when you're together." "Why? Is that the way you seen Omi and Yoji act?" At the mention of the blonde, tears burned Trowa's eyes. "Do you believe that Heero would leave you for me because you caught Omi and Yoji rubbing on each other a few times? . .because you seen them holding each other, or wiping the other one's tears away?" "Trowa, don't do this to yourself." "This isn't about me Aya. It's about you and Heero. Just because you seen the way that Omi and Yoji acted and how that turned out doesn't mean the same thing will happen to you. Heero is the most determined and loyal person that I know. If he says something, he means it. . .and he will stick by it no matter how hard times get. He's not like Omi. He doesn't throw 'I love you's around. If you ever manage to get that from him, you better damn well believe it." By this time, Trowa could no longer hold his tears back. They spilled down his cheeks as he recalled every single time that Omi had proclaimed his love. Trowa could never return it, because at that time, he didn't know that he cared that much for the smaller man. Aya stared at the crying figure. He wasn't sure what to say or do, nor how to take what was being said. "Aya, he does care for you. He cares a lot. You
bring out a side to him that I thought only I could. It's rare for
him to show that side of himself because he has been hurt so many
times in the pass. I've seen him drop people for reasons less than
what the two of you have been through. If he didn't care, he would
have dropped you the first time that you accused him. . .but he didn't.
"Thank you Trowa." Aya stated sternly and sincerely as the Latin accepted the tissue and began to wipe his tears. "Don't hurt him Aya. Once you hurt him, there is no second chance."
"Why's that?" "The sex is shitty." "You can't mean that." "I do. He can't suck me off right, and he's so tight that I can only get about half way in him." "Well, you're not exactly average sized Heero." "How do you know what's average?" "I read Cosmo." Heero laughed at the statement. Somehow he couldn't imagine his friend with that particular magazine. "You actually read that?" "People do strange things when they're bored." "Like when Duo tried to make the world's largest omelet in a six inch frying pan?" "That wasn't strange. . .that was just stupid. You could always let Aya take you." "I probably wouldn't feel anything then." "Is he that small? I thought him the type to speak soft and carry a big stick." "That's not the problem." "Then what is?" "He doesn't know what he's doing." "Hn?" "He was a virgin before I got a hold of him." "What? How old is he?" "He just turned twenty-five." "And he just now lost his virginity?" "Yeah. I think I hurt him. I didn't know he was a virgin, or else I would have been easier on him." "Well, you can always train him. . .right?" "Somehow, I don't think he'll agree to sex camp." "Is that all you have to complain about with him?" "That, and the accusations. I can live with the crappie sex though. We don't necessarily have to have it." "Does he make you happy?" "Are you disapproving of him now?" "No. I like you guys together. You're good together." "It's hard to say. We haven't fully committed to each other yet. . .I think we both are looking at this as just a good time for right now." Heero stopped rubbing the material and stared at Trowa's leg. "I need to get Aya a pair of these pants." "Do that, and I'll feel completely neglected." "I don't remember you buying these. . .actually, they're not really your style." "Duo gave them to me last Christmas." "Leave it to him to buy you a pair of weird pants." "Yeah, but I like them. . .and so do you. That's why you've been rubbing them for the pass ten minutes." "Yeah." Trowa lightly pushed the bangs from Heero's face as depression started to set into the green eyes. "What's wrong?" "There's times that I wonder if I'm just going to be alone for the rest of my life." Seriousness join the blue eyes as Heero stared into Trowa's. "You're still young Trowa. There's literally billions of people. There's someone out there for you." "When did I become a hopeless romantic?" "When you returned to being human." He could tell that there was more going on inside than what Trowa was saying. . .but the taller man stayed silent. Heero knew he was just trying to stay on a brighter side so to not ruin the night ahead. "Just let it out." "I'm okay." "No, you're not. I can tell." "It's almost been a month. Why can't I stop hurting?" "Duo told me what you said. . .how you truly felt about Omi. Did you really mean that?" Trowa nodded. "Then that's why it seems like it won't stop. It's the first time you've been in love." "When did you become the expert?" "Since I've seen you go through literally dozens of boyfriends." "Maybe there's something wrong with me." "There's nothing wrong with you. You just need a strong man that can handle being with you. Omi was just too weak. . .though he did put up a good fight. His patience was his weak spot." Heero reached over and began to rub the pants again. He allowed his index finger to run along the material slightly above the knee, in the inner thigh. It wasn't an act to seduce; Heero just liked the feel of the material. Rubbing the pants leg had the same effect as rubbing a vinyl record. After a few minutes of rubbing, it often left a tingling sensation to course through Heero's hand. "Look, why don't we have a change of plans tonight and try a club again?" Trowa looked down at his friend. "I know you think it's too soon, but it's also a fact that since you stopped going with Duo that you've been falling more and more into depression. I'm afraid you're going to allow yourself to block out your emotions again. Then you really will spend the rest of your life alone, because you're going to force yourself into that." "I don't think. . ." "I know you. You can sit there and try to deny it. . .but I know that's exactly what you're going to do. I think you should go out and have fun with someone without fucking them." Trowa laid down on the carpet and Heero propped himself up on one elbow so that he could still see Trowa's face. "I don't want to look. I'm so sick of looking." "Well, he's not going to come to you." Dee slumped onto a stool next to Duo. The American, like always was flirting with the bartender. As the bar tender turned to retrieve his drink, he looked over at Dee. A smile pulled at the American's lips as he noticed the worn expression on the cop's face. "Hey, I was starting to worry about you. I haven't seen or heard from you since you went home with Trowa. That's long enough to pronounce you missing." "Can we skip the cop jokes tonight Duo? I've been working a lot. This new case is seriously stressing me out, and the last thing I want to think about is something related to being a cop." "Well, what do you want to talk about?" "How is Trowa?" "He's swearing off the dating game for a while. Did you like him that much?" "Duo, the guy practically raped me in the back seat of my car." A smile pulled at the older man's lips. "When do you think he'll be ready to date again?" Duo chuckled. "He fucks good, huh?" "Oh, yeah." "I'm not exactly sure." Duo spun around on his stool and surveyed the room, looking for a possible candidate to dance with. He was a little surprised to find Trowa and Heero dancing. . .mainly Heero since he didn't know that the Japanese man knew how to dance. "Holy shit! When did hell freeze over?" "What?" Dee followed his gaze toward the dancing couple. "Isn't that?" "Yeah." Duo continued to skim the crowd, looking for Aya. "I gotta know what's going on." The braided man grinned mischievously as he hopped off the stool. Keeping his eyes on the dancing pair, he tread through the sea of people. Just as he advanced, he felt a strong hand seize his upper arm. He turned to find a tall blonde with a deep set of blue eyes. The first word Duo could think of was "hottie." A smile pulled at his lips as he dragged Duo to the dance floor and began to dance. The American temporarily forgot about Trowa and Heero as he noticed the seductive moves of his dance partner. Right now, what his friends were doing didn't interest him in the least. Especially now that he had a blonde hottie right in front of him. He could always find out later what's going on between who he referred to as the 'clones'. Dee couldn't tear his eyes from the dancing Latin. He recognized the partner as Heero, but he could have sworn that Duo stated that they were only friends. Maybe they were just here as friends. . .or something had developed between them in the pass three weeks. As he watched the two, he got a feeling that they were more than just friends. Suddenly, a red haired man appeared behind Trowa and tapped his shoulder. They exchanged a quick look before Trowa nodded and headed toward the tables. Maybe they weren't here together. . .any case, there was only one way to find out. Pushing from the stool, he made his way to the table that Trowa was sitting at. As he advanced, he couldn't help but notice that the thin man appeared more sexy now than the first two times he had seen him. He stopped at the table and Trowa looked up at the arrival. "Hey Trowa. Mind if I join you?" The Latin waved for him to take a seat. "I didn't think I'd run into you here. Duo tells me that you're out of the game for a while." "Yeah. . .well, it looks like I'm back in." "So are you doing better this time around?" "That's not something I want to go into right now. . .unless you want me to become the bitch I was the first night we met." "Well, I could do without the bitch." Trowa looked deeply into the man's face and somehow he knew why Dee was sitting across the table from him. At first he considered Heero's warning. . .then the neglection that he's been through. "Could you do without the sex?" Dee felt himself
become hard the instant the green eyes took on a seductive look that
he had seen twice already. "I haven't had a man in three weeks.
. .and there's nothing better than the feel of a rock hard dick." ~ * ~ Chapter
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