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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 9 Trowa bolt straight up as he heard the chain catch on his front door. He looked over at Dee, who was also stirred by the sound. Not wasting time, the Latin jumped from under the blankets and pulled on his pants from last night. He told Dee to stay where he was before leaving the room, and closing the door behind him. It was then that he heard a knock on his door. "Trowa?" Heero called from the other side. After their talk yesterday afternoon, Trowa wasn't sure how his friend would react about his sleeping with Dee. It was untelling what could happen, and better being safe than sorry, as he made his way to the front door, he collected the trail of clothes on the floor. Just as he came to the door, he threw the clothes into the front closet. With the garments out of sight, he proceeded to let Heero in. "When did you start locking the chain?" "The lock has been acting up again." Trowa explained truthfully. The lock on the front door often got stuck and sometimes wouldn't completely lock. . .which explained why Ken was able to allow himself in the day that he caught Trowa. Heero eyed him suspiciously as he walked further into the living room. "I was just coming over to see if you were all right. You left without telling me." "Sorry. I just felt like I was in the way with you and Aya." "Why didn't you tell me? We could have done something else." "Heero, I don't want you to alter your relationship because of me." The Japanese man sighed deeply before heading back to the front door. "Well. I gotta go to work. Just promise me something Trowa. . ." "Hn?" "Don't do anything stupid." After giving a knowing glare, he left the apartment. Trowa closed the door and leaned against it a moment. He should have known better than to think he could hide anything from his best friend. Though Heero didn't say it. . .the glare told Trowa that he knew there was someone in the bed room. A little more relaxed, he headed back into his room to find Dee still sitting on the bed, covered with the thin sheet. "Who was it?" "A friend of mine." Was all Trowa said as he straddled the older man and began kissing the bare neck and chest. Dee closed his eyes and rested back on his elbows as Trowa's lips ventured further south. . .along the chest and abs to the groin. As he felt the Latin take him fully, he had a feeling that he was going to fully enjoy this relationship.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, especially not himself, he liked what he had seen. Watching Trowa have sex with himself had aroused him greatly that day. He wasn't sure if it was because he had always secretly had a crush on the green eyed man, or the fact that he never witnessed a real live man pleasing himself in that manner before. After relieving himself, showering, dressing and brushing his teeth, he headed downstairs to the flower shop. Once again, he was the last one awake. However, today didn't really matter. Today was his only day off for the rest of the week. He had planned to enjoy it by taking a long ride on his motorcycle, but that ideal soon was destroyed. He learned that the old lady wasn't feeling well, and her cat had a appointment with the vet. She didn't want to reschedule, and somehow, Ken was persuaded into taking the cat for her. "Why me?" Ken asked as the cat carrier was being pushed toward him. "Because, you're the only one with the day off." Yoji answered and dropped the carrier into Ken's arms. "The rest of us have to tend to the shop, and the vet closes an hour before we do." Ken groaned and bowed his head. "Here, you can use Aya's car." With that, the taller blonde handed Ken the keys. As the green eyed man accepted the key ring, he nearly dropped the carrier. . .thankfully he caught it before it could hit the floor. Sighing, he pushed through the swarm of girls in the shop and somehow made it to the car without much static. Wondering how he allowed himself to get roped up as an errand boy, he set the cat in the passenger seat and then slid behind the wheel. The cat was crying loudly as if it knew where it was going. Ignoring the meows he pulled from the parking space and headed toward the clinic. The entire ride was deaf with the cat's cries and attempts of scratching its way out of the carrier. The closer he got to the clinic the more he was looking forward to spending the rest of the day on the open road just listening to the engine of his motorcycle. After what seemed like forever, he pulled into the parking lot of the clinic. Snatching the carrier from the passenger seat, he tore from the car and headed inside. He stopped dead in his tracks as he recognized the familiar kitten sitting on the counter and the even more familiar man that was standing behind it. A pair of green eyes greeted his as a vision flashed before him. He felt his cheeks grow red with embarrassment as his jeans suddenly became tighter. At first, the hunter thought that he was still asleep and this had to be some sort of dream. He knew that Trowa worked at a veterinary clinic, but he didn't know that it was this one. Confusion set into Trowa's features as he stared at the man still standing in the doorway. "I didn't know you owned a pet." Trowa stated and glanced down at the appointment book, which Freesia was playing with the pages. The only appointment at this time was for a calico that belonged to an old lady. "I don't." The dark haired man answered quickly; causing Trowa to investigate the carrier with his eyes. He knew the calico inside well. "I'm just bringing someone else's in for them." "You can go into room three. I'll be there in a second to help you take it out." Ken's eyes widen in surprise. "Take what out?" "The cat in the carrier." Noting the confusion, Trowa further explained. "I've dealt with it before. It's stubborn when it comes to getting out of the cage." "Oh." Trying to control himself, the florist headed toward the room that Trowa had nodded toward when he said 'room three'. The Latin watched the muscular man and a smile pulled at his lips. Omi had told him before that Ken was shy when it came to sex. Now he believed it. After writing down the appointment that was made before Ken entered, Trowa closed the book, scratched Freesia's head and turned toward the room. The gate to the cage was open, and Ken was trying to forcefully pull the cat out. Trowa wasn't exactly sure why he was feeling a little evil today, but he decided to have a little fun with his guest. "Here. Let me." He suggested, and Ken stepped to the side. The assistant slid his hand inside the cage and began petting the soft fur. "You can't force it out. You have to coax it. It's easier on both of you that way." Trowa refrained from grinning as he could tell that the bashful man was thinking the wrong thing; as he had hoped. After a little persuasion, the cat emerged from the cage on its own. Trowa then picked up the feline and carried it back into the lobby to weight it. Ken started to follow, but stopped at the door. Instead, he just watched as Trowa kneeled to place the cat on the scale. Standing straight, he used his foot to make sure that the cat stayed in place until a accurate weight could be placed. He watched Ken out of the corner of his eye, wondering just what was going through the other man's mind at the time. Though Ken attempted to refrain himself from any further thoughts, he couldn't help but notice just how tight Trowa's jeans were. Especially when he had kneeled to place the cat on the scale. To stop himself from recalling that day, he stepped back into the room so that Trowa was from his sight. He sat down in a chair that was placed in the corner of the room and waited for the return. It was then that he noticed how hard he had become from watching the Latin. A moment later, Trowa returned with the cat and placed it back on the table. He then left for another minute, claiming that he would be right back. When he returned, he held a pet thermometer and a long q-tip. Neither men spoke at first as Trowa slipped the q-tip deeply into the cat's ear. When it submerged, it was clean. He then did the same to the other ear with the same results. All the while, Ken kept his eyes to the floor. "I need you to hold it." Ken looked up, wondering what exactly Trowa wanted him to hold. When he noticed that Trowa's full attention was on the cat, he figured that's what he was talking about. Standing up, he walked over to the table and held the front of the cat as Trowa had told him. He was so close to the man from his dreams that he could smell the soap that was used during his shower that morning. In an attempt to sway his thoughts from his dreams, Ken focused on the feline patient. However, this failed as he witnessed the thermometer sliding into the cat's rectum. At the action, he recalled the scene and his cheeks flushed again. Though Trowa thought that Ken was cute when blushing, he held his smile and laughter. Usually, when he was working, he would give his full attention to the animal. . .but for some reason, he had a hard time concentrating on the pet with Ken so close. The cat cried out and attempted to sit down on the invasion, but Trowa held firmly. When the cat cried again, Trowa stole the opportunity to enhance the crimson on the flushed features. "I know. I know. We're almost done though." He talked as if he was trying to soothe the cat, but his eyes were slightly averted to the person standing next to him. After noting the beat red that was close to the shade of that day, he allowed his eyes to wonder further south for a split second. The urge to at least smirk surfaced as he noticed the bulge in Ken's jeans. At this time, he pulled the penetrating device from the animal and checked the results. "Have you noticed if the cat's been sick lately?" He questioned, glad for a reason to talk to Ken and break the silence. "No. Why?" "The temperature is high." He checked the cat's eyes, and nose. "Okay?" "Well the appointment was for a shot today, but I don't think the doctor will give one with such a high fever." Ken nodded, but continued to refuse eye contact. He wondered why Trowa was acting as if nothing had happened. "You'll probably be sent home with some medicine and a rescheduling." As he spoke, he lightly scratched the cat's head. "Is everything okay Ken?"
"Hey Heero. How's it hanging?" Duo greeted and watched Heero sink a pool ball into the corner pocket. "Where you been for the pass two months?" The grin on Duo's lips enhanced. "I've been spending time with my new 'friend'." "Friend?" The Japanese man walked to the opposite side of pool table, called his shot, and aimed for his next shot. "Thought you'd never ask. I met him at a club that night that you and Trowa were there dancing. . .by the way, you're going to have to tell me what was up with the two of you that night." "Nothing. So what's this new guy's name?" As he asked this, the eight ball rolled into the preordained pocket, and the woman growled in frustration. She dug into her purse and produced a few bills before slamming them into Heero's hand and storming off. "That's what you get for challenging him." Duo called after the woman, who only turned and stuck up her middle finger. "Oh, fistey. Any ways. . ." By this time Trowa slid off the stool and was racking the balls for another game between him and Heero. "He's got blue eyes and blonde hair. He's a little taller than me. He's so fun to annoy, but he doesn't stay mad at me like you two do. He's tough as nails, and. . ." "What's his name?" Trowa repeated Heero's original question. "His name is. . .actually, I'm not sure what his name is." Both Heero and Trowa nearly fell over with shock. "How the hell are you going to spend two months with someone, talk about him with such energy and not know his damn name?" Heero barked at the American. "What have you been calling him the whole time? 'Hey, you'?" Trowa questioned and pulled the rack. "No. I've been calling him Blondie. He hates that. . .but he looks so cute when he's mad." Both men lowered their heads in shame for their friend. "Hey, at least I don't fuck guys without knowing their name." Duo shot back as he glared at Trowa. "Just for the record, I know the name of every guy I fucked." "I would challenge you to name them, but I don't have a whole week to waste." "Does this guy even know your name?" Heero wondered and placed the cue ball on the table. "No." "Did he give you the nickname of Braidie?" Trowa snapped; earning a glare from the violet eyes. "Look human door knob. . .just because everyone doesn't move at the speed of light, like you, doesn't mean they deserve criticism. Just how long did you know Heero before you learned his name?" "I think he has you there Trowa." Heero stated, obviously tired of the bickering back and forth. Noticing the silent statement, Trowa allowed Duo to have this one. Suddenly, the Latin walked over to his loud mouth friend and shoved the pool stick into his hand. With that, he walked away. "What's with him? Can't take it any more?" "That's not it." "Then what?" Heero stood up straight and looked toward the bar. Curious, Duo followed the gaze of the colbat eyes to notice Trowa approaching someone at the bar. . .that someone was Ken. "He's seeing Ken now?" "No. They're just two friends sharing a drink." "Do you honestly believe that?" Duo questioned and turned to face Heero again. "I believe that you need to butt out."
"What's on your mind?" "Why are you and Ken becoming friends?" Trowa looked down at the cement. "Aside from you and Duo, I don't really have any friends. I figured that I'm putting more of a strain on you and Aya lately. . .so why not become friends with Ken and spend time with him? It's been giving you and Aya more time alone." "That may be true, but are you sure that's all it is Trowa?" ". . .Hn. . .?" "I can't help but consider the possibility that maybe you're thinking one way. . .but your actions are going another. Especially after what had happened between the two of you." "It's nothing like that Heero." "What if Ken wants that eventually?" Trowa stopped and stared at his friend. "Aya told me that Ken has a crush on you. It could be possible that he's looking at this 'friendship' as a to start a relationship Trowa. You don't want to mislead him." Trowa walked to the nearest bench and slumped down. "I guess I wasn't considering that." Heero sat next to the Latin. "I guess I should talk to him then." "You do just want a friendship with him. . .right?" Trowa looked up at Heero in shock. "He is a good looking guy Trowa. . .and you do have problems controlling your hormones at times." As he said this, he noticed an older couple sitting across the side walk from them; holding hands and feeding pigeons. Noting the rings encircling their fingers, he figured that they were husband and wife. Both sets of the elder eyes were locked on him and Trowa. He had a feeling he knew why they were staring at them. To test his theory, he slipped his arm around Trowa. "No offense Trowa, but I'm surprised you haven't slept with him yet." "It's because I'm fucking the hell out of Dee." "What?" Heero's full attention was given to Trowa. "I thought you were just having a one night stand with him." "I was. . .at first. . .but he's just so good. I figured that if I committed my full sexual tension to just one person, I wouldn't have countless nights of sleeping with a guy and never seeing him again." "I can't believe you're doing that. What are you going to do if you do find someone. . .or he does?" His attention partly returned to the older couple. . .they seemed disgusted at the two men before them. "Well, I'm sorry Heero, not everyone is lucky enough to have Mr. Right fall into their lap." He looked over at his friend to find the colbat eyes shifted toward the couple. "What are you staring at?" "I think those two old people are sicken by our closeness." "What gives you that impression?" "They've been staring at us since the conversation. . .just look at them." Trowa followed Heero's lead and glanced at them in the corner of his eye. A wick smile pulled at Heero's lips. "Do you really want to piss them off?" "What do you have planned?" "Slide onto my lap as if we're lovers making up." Trowa did as he was told as Heero slipped one hand around the thin waist. "Just keep talking in low whispers, and act as if you haven't noticed them." Trowa smiled and lightly ran his fingers through Heero's short hair. "Sometimes, you're just pure evil Heero." "I have to have fun somehow." By this time, the old couple were trying to not stare at them. . .but they couldn't help it when Trowa pulled out all the stops and straddled the stronger man. With both hands now treading through the soft brown hair, his face was dangerously close to the Japanese man's. Heero's hands rested on Trowa's hips and slowly slid to his backside. "You're getting a little too much into the role Heero." Trowa teased as he felt his butt being squeezed. "Yeah, but you should see the look on their face. The woman looks like she's about to throw up." At that moment, Trowa heard them jump to their feet. He waited a moment before turning to watch them leave. Heero started laughing loudly as he watched the old pair walk as quickly as they could from the scene without looking back. Trowa slid off the other man's lap and returned to his side of the bench. "You do that with Aya?" "Every chance I get. . .but we actually start making out and rubbing against each other." "You can get arrested for that you know." "That'll be a ticket worth paying." Without warning, Trowa punched Heero's arm. "What was that for?" "You bastard. You gave me a hard on." "I'm sorry." "Damnit, and Dee works tonight too." ~ * ~ Chapter
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