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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All "
Chapter 1 “You know what’s horrible?” Trowa suddenly asked, leaving a cloud of warm air hovering over his lips that hung in the cold air a moment, as he stared at the city above him. Heero glanced over at his friend for a quick moment before denying that he couldn’t guess. “If the gravitational system of this Colony ever malfunctioned . . .” Heero chuckled and lightly closed his eyes at this thought. “You have interesting thoughts going through that brain of yours . . .you know that.” As he laughed, his own breath danced above him. “Yeah, but it’s just odd how people can feel so safe on a Colony than on Earth when in truth, just about as many things could go wrong here as on Earth. At least on Earth, there’s a few safe places to retreat. What can you do on a Colony?” “Are you trying to tell me something?” “No. Just thinking out loud.” Trowa smirked and found Heero’s gloved hand. They’re fingers slid together almost perfectly, and a calm silence followed. They were lying on the hood of Heero’s car, enjoying being near one another, despite the chilly temperature. This type of scene happened often, but not as much as both men would have liked. It was strange how they found such comfort in one another that they often lose track of time and anything else around them. Everything would be perfect except for the undeniable fact that there was only one obstacle between them. “Why do you stay with him?” Heero asked suddenly. “He’s such a spoiled brat. Not to mention, he thinks he’s king of the universe.” “Heero, he’s the head of the Winner Foundation, that’s about as close as being the king of the universe as anyone will ever get . . .so it’s only natural that he would have to act that way in the public eye . . .besides, I didn’t think you were looking at this as anything but ‘a learning experience’.” Those were Heero’s exact words. So he was a 28 year old that still was unsure of himself. With the war haunting the first half of his life, he hadn’t really had time to listen to the little voice inside him that explained why he found Trowa so attractive. Until a few months ago, he just sort of played by the rules that had always been laid out before him . . . .guys dated girls. . .and girls dated guys. When first presented with this rule, Heero felt for sure that he would never approach it anyways. After all, how many people would be able to handle the behaviors that stuck with him since training? Trowa was different. He understood Heero well. . .sometimes, a little too well. And lately, every time they touched, even if it was a quick contact due solely to accidental means, Heero would feel something. He wasn’t sure what, but it never failed. “True.” He answered slowly. When they first started dating, he had told Trowa that he was trying to figure out his sexuality. After all, recently, he had been noticing that he found more men appealing than women. The experiment started with simple things as hugging, and holding hands. Somewhere along the line, kissing appeared. Once that happened, control was lost, and the two men were having an affair without Quatre’s knowledge. Seeing no true harm, due to lack of sex, Trowa deemed it unnecessary to inform Quatre of his quality time with Heero. However, that may soon change. “So how much longer is this experiment going to last?” “I’m still collecting data . . .if you want to back out at any time-“ “I’m good.” “Doesn’t it bother you that you’re doing this?” “Only when I’m not with you.” Heero stared at their hands. Why did he have to be with Quatre? “So you don’t regret last night?” “I don’t regret it . . .I just don’t think it should happen again.” “Do you love him Trowa?” “Do you realize who you’re talking to?” “So, now you can’t feel anything?” “I just don’t think I’m capable of something that strong.” “I think you can . . .can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “Could you tell me, how it compares?” “How what compares?” When Heero didn’t answer, Trowa turned his eyes from the city above to study Heero. The deep cobalt eyes answered for him. “Oh . . .you mean to Quatre . . .” He snickered nervously. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” “Well . . .” Trowa turned his eyes to their original spot. If Heero didn’t know any better, he would have guessed that Trowa was blushing. “It. .um . . .” “You don’t have to answer. If it sucked, I understand.” “It didn’t suck. Really. I just feel, I guess, guilty for saying it.” “Saying what?” “It. .It was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t leave incisions on just anyone Heero . . .just remember that.” Heero leaned over to kiss the Latin’s lips. He couldn’t help it, Heero’s kiss was too inviting . . .and he didn’t want to resist. He pulled Heero closer to him, waiting to feel the muscular body against his own. “We should . . .we should head back before . . .” He didn’t want to move. His words were saying one thing, but his body wanted something entirely opposite. “Before it goes too far again.” Heero finished Trowa’s thought in a whisper, while his lips hovered over Trowa’s. The Latin nodded, but still made no effort to move. Heero’s eyes ran Trowa’s face as he tenderly brushed brown bangs from his face. Trowa closed his eyes as Heero’s thumb ran along his cheek and his body tingled. He swallowed hard, wanting to taste Heero’s lips again, but feared to do so, for if he did, he knew that last night would be repeated. Yet, the ideal of it wasn’t unappealing either. Why was Heero the one to make his feel this, when it should be Quatre? Though he cared a great deal for the blonde, something was missing in their relationship. Trowa wasn’t exactly sure what that something was, but whatever it was, Heero held it. It was the sole reason that this ‘experiment’ had been continuing for so long. He didn’t want to believe that it was Heero himself that was missing; especially after everything Quatre had done for him, everything they’ve been through together. There had to be more to the mystery. The passion that Heero roused through his lips had to somehow, be regenerated with Quatre. “We should go.” Trowa spoke softly and risked opening his eyes. That was a huge mistake. Upon seeing Heero’s slightly nodding features, he lost control. Instead of pushing him away, he pulled the Japanese man closer. Their lips met again, although this time, their tongues and groins shared the same fate. Every inch of the Latin’s body came to life. His heart was racing, and pulse out of control. He couldn’t think, of nothing but Heero. He was overly aware of Heero’s finger tips against his bare neck, sending even more, unexpected pleasure through Trowa’s being. Even the gusts of hot breath from his nostrils were arousing to him. Heero pushed his body against Trowa’s, waiting to feel the inside of him again. Last night wasn’t just a good time, or experimenting . . .rather or not he knew it, Trowa touched him in a way that no one else had. Despite the fact that it may have been one sided, Heero felt as if he made it further than just inside Trowa’s body. He felt as if he touched his lover’s heart. The first time had just been wild hormones trying to satisfy themselves. It was during round two that more was added. He had slept with people before, but he never felt what Trowa made him. “Oh god Heero, I want you.” That’s all he needed to hear. Still kissing along Trowa’s neck, he reached for the thinner man’s skintight jeans. He didn’t stop to think of the cold that was surrounding them that late November afternoon. To prevent as much discomfort as possible, Heero rolled onto his back, and guided Trowa onto him. The Latin’s long coat easily covered his exposed flesh, but ensure warmth, Heero removed his gloves and allowed his warmed hands to rub Trowa’s legs and backside as the taller man began rocking on the blazing erection. Trowa closed his eyes, unaware of the frozen hood against his legs. Rather, he was more focused on Heero’s hands, and penis. Every pant clouded before his lips. Was he thinking of Quatre? Was that how he got through the sex last night, and right now? Heero stared at Trowa’s features above him. Is that why his eyes were closed, so he wouldn’t have to see who was really inside him? Trowa slowly opened his eyes and lowered them to Heero’s face. Why couldn’t Quatre make him feel this way? At first, Trowa believed it was because Quatre was never the one giving, but this morning proved that wrong. Maybe size really did matter, or maybe Heero just knew what he was doing. Without warning, he gripped the front of Heero’s coat and pulled his lover to a sitting position. Their eyes searched one another for a brief second before Trowa could see turmoil. “Are you pretending it’s him?” Heero asked with a hint of anger. “Quatre never could make me feel as you are.” “Don’t lie to me.” “I’d never lie to you.” Heero wrapped his arm around Trowa’s waist, and thrust himself deeply with every completed sway. At the same time, he pulled Trowa down on him. Their eyes stayed locked, interrupted only by a kiss every once in awhile, for the remainder of the session. A single snowflake landed on Heero’s shoulder,
melting on contact, but neither man noticed. Nor did they notice that
the single flake was only the leader of an army the size of the Alliance
military that soon followed. Chapter
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