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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 9 Heero laid back on the couch and closed his eyes. It was the scene that greeted Trowa as he stepped from the bathroom. His green eyes ran the muscular body laid before him, and a smile pressed his lips as he noticed the slight bulge in the center of Heero's skin tight jeans. He climbed on top of his boyfriend, and sat on his stomach. Heero looked into emeralds and thought about what Trowa said last night, regarding his finally picking between him and Quatre. Grinning, Trowa reached over Heero's head to a pouch of pocky that had been sitting on the arm of the couch. "What's this song?" Trowa questioned, referring to the slow melodies drifting from his stereo's speakers. "It's called 'The Real Folk Blues'." He allowed his hands to lightly run Trowa's legs while watching the Latin nip the almonds from the pocky stick. All he could think about was how much he wanted his lover's lips to do the same to him. "Who's it by?" Despite the fact that the best part of the treat was now missing, Heero accepted the stick that Trowa was offering to him. Trowa didn't care too much for the toffee coating of the pocky, but liked the nuts and bread stick. "Yoko." Heero bit the bottom of his treat, while leaving the top resting between his lips until he was ready for it. Grinning, Trowa leaned forward and lightly ran his tongue along the breaded part before swallowing, and biting. Heero swallowed hard his already chewed pieces, while wishing that something else had disappeared into Trowa's mouth. He admitted the remaining piece and pushed it to the side of his mouth, allowing him to speak. "Are you trying to seduce me with my own pocky?" The left corner of Trowa's lips smiled, indicating that he was thinking pervertedly. The sad thing was that seeing this smile turned Heero on even more. "Maybe. . ." Trowa started in a teasing tone and leaned forward again. Instead of responding, Heero clasp Trowa's hips and pushed him against the denim hump. As he felt the Latin's backside slide against him, he closed his eyes, wanting to be ridden as he had been on the hood of his car. "What are you thinking?" Trowa asked, in a suggestive tone. Heero pushed Trowa harder against himself. He wanted him. "You might not want to know." "Now, I really want to know." Heero could tell by Trowa's actions and gaze what he was expecting to hear. Though Heero wanted to forget what he was just considering, and change the subject, he knew that he shouldn't. Trowa leaned closer to his lover, his green eyes emitting the sensations that were now going through Heero's groin. Heero bit his tongue. Trowa was the first to ever arouse him with such simply innocent acts. Most of him wanted to make love to the Latin again, but he forced himself not to. If he continued to fill Trowa's head with the pleasures of sex, then the Latin may chose him for the wrong reason. That in mind, he answered Trowa's question. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're just toying with me." Trowa stopped his actions, and sat up straight. "A large part of me wants to believe that you'll come back with your answer as him." "Why?" "I can't give you everything he can. In reality, I have nothing to offer you." "You honestly believe I'm that shallow?" "I'm not talking about the money Trowa." Trowa's head slightly tilted as a dog trying to understand human language. "Baby, he's brought you so far back into the living. . .what if I fuck that up and end up killing you again?" He reached up and pushed Trowa's bangs from his face. Trowa closed his eyes and allowed his head to decline. "Baby, I couldn't stand hurting you like that." "You won't. Sure, Quatre made me feel again, but he's also numbing me. I didn't even realize it until we started seeing each other. It's not as bad as the first time. . .but it's still happening. The isolation. . .keeping quiet. . .acting as if nothing is wrong, while inside I'm falling back to the way I was." Tears slipped pass Trowa's closed lashes, startling Heero. He had heard Trowa's voice starting to crack, but he hadn't expected him to start crying. "I don't even want to cry in front of him anymore. . .I'm sorry. I'm just whining." He tried to wipe his own tears, but Heero caught his hand and brought it to his lips. Trowa opened his misty eyes to witness Heero kissing the back of his hand. "You don't have to hide your tears from me. It's okay." Heero leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "I don't even know why I'm crying over this." "It's called stress, baby." Heero allowed his lips to slip into Trowa's. The kiss was tender, more like consoling than seduction. Heero released Trowa's hand, and allowed his to rest on Trowa's hip. He leaned back, pulling the thinner man on top of him. Their lips refused departure, as Trowa used his right hand for support, and his left to cup the side of Heero's neck. He felt the Latin's body relax, nearly melting against his own. They were heading there again. . .it was leading to sex. He tried to pull from Trowa's lips, but he couldn't. His body didn't want to let this go. Sensing this, Trowa began rocking. Heero forced himself to pull away, but Trowa continued to kiss his lip. "Trowa. . ." He breathed as his lover's lips descended to his neck. He knew he had to stop this from going further; despite the fact that Trowa would be upset. He had already promised himself that last night was it. He couldn't keep falling to this without knowing that Trowa was his. Otherwise, he was only allowing himself to be mislead longer, ending with a worse heartache. Trowa pulled from the nursing to stare into Heero's eyes. It was that gaze that changed Heero's mind. Wordlessly, he pushed Trowa onto his back, and wasted no time in removing his pants. Instantly, he sank deeply into his lover. Trowa gripped the arm of the couch, just above his head. His green eyes looked onto Heero's. At first, the pace was slow, as it had been the last night. Heero's free hand roamed Trowa's body while he supported himself on the couch's arm with the other. As his fingers brushed chin, he leaned forward to taste Trowa's lips. When they parted, Heero kept his eyes closed and rested his forehead against Trowa's. Their pants collided against each other's lips. Heero grit his teeth as he felt Trowa's hand run under his shirt. He wanted to quicken the pace. . .wanted to drive as deeply into Trowa's body. . .wanted to- "Fuck me." Trowa whispered his thoughts. He moaned in sheer bliss as Heero obliged. His nails dug into smooth Japanese flesh. The pain only encouraged Heero to be more aggressive. Trowa slowly opened his eyes to watch Heero, he was slightly surprised to find the cobalt eyes were already closely observing him. There was a distant expression in Heero's gaze. Something Trowa hadn't seen before; and calmed him. His grip on Heero's back slacked to a gentle hold. Though the tempo hadn't slowed or soften, somehow, Trowa felt as if Heero was making love to him again. The trance was broken as Heero grunted his release. He closed his eyes while gripping the couch and rubbing himself against Trowa to coax every drop from himself. He brushed Trowa's lips with his own before sinking along the Latin's body. Now able to think clearly, he wondered about the look in Heero's eyes just now. It was the first he had ever seen it. Unfortunately, he wasn't given much time to ponder as Heero's fingers slid into his rectum, and his erection swallowed by his lover. Trowa threw his head against the cushion. This nearly felt as good as having Heero inside him. . .almost. Quatre never gave him this. While comparing the two, Trowa had hoped he'd be able to overlook their love making skills, but right now destroyed that. Heero hadn't touched Trowa nearly as much as Quatre, and knew his body far better. This little demonstration was making the fact that Heero spent his entire life sexually pleasing women, hard to believe. In truth, Trowa was the first man that Heero had sucked. Getting this type of reaction was boosting his confidence of his newly learned skills. "Heero. . ." Trowa whimpered and gripped the cushion tightly. "Heero, I'm cumming." He wasn't sure if his lover was yet ready for the semen spill. Sometimes it took guys off guard the first time, despite how much they believed they were ready for it. Trowa couldn't hold it any longer as he exploded into Heero's mouth; his body convulsing in the process. It was the first time anyone gave him an organism just from oral sex. Though he tried to stop, his body trembled, even after his climax. Heero pulled from his completed task with a sense of victory. He had never seen Trowa so relaxed. He enjoyed the scene a second longer before leaning to nip Trowa's lower lip. Trowa opened his eyes and their gaze locked a moment before Trowa snaked one arm around Heero's neck and pulled him to lay against his body. He ran his fingers through Heero's hair, enjoying the feeling of being close. "Damn. . .are you sure I'm your first man?" Trowa whispered once the sensations faded. Heero lightly kissed Trowa's shoulder. "I'm guessing you liked that?. . . .I'm sorry." Trowa chuckled as his finger tips were now teasing the short hairs on the back of Heero's neck. "Giving me an orgasm like that is nothing to be sorry for." "Baby I. . .I don't want you to chose me because of this. . .I don't want you to be like the girls I've been with; I don't want to be just a dick to you. That's why I've been trying not to go this far with you everytime we see each other. But everytime you look at me the way you do; I lose it. I can't resist you." Heero pulled from the embrace so he could see his lover. "I want you to come to me for the right reasons." Trowa reached to push Heero's bangs from his face. His lips parted to speak, but all that was heard was a cell phone ringing. . .Trowa's cell phone. The moment shattered, for they both knew who was calling. Heero sat back on his knees, and fixed the front of his jeans. Trowa laid still for another two rings before reaching for his pants. He pushed the leg out of the way to gain access to the phone holder. He slipped it from the case and started to sit straight, but Heero pushed him to lay back down. The look in his blue eyes told Trowa not to move. "Hey kitten." Trowa tried to sound joyous at hearing Quatre's voice, but thinking of the fact that it just ruined a tender moment for Heero was enough to strangle happiness. "Where are you?" Quatre asked concerned as the door to the limo was closed. The chauffeur took his spot behind the wheel, and Quatre pressed the button that would give him complete privacy. "I'm still at Heero's." "You forgot, didn't you Trowa?" Quatre did his best to keep his tears at bay. First, Trowa didn't sound happy to hear from him; then he learns that his boyfriend was still at Heero's apartment; now he didn't even remember that they had plans that night. Things were getting worse. Heero returned to the living room just as Trowa looked up at the clock and aggravation consumed his features. Heero then followed his lover's lead to learn that it was nearly five. Not only was he suppose to be at work in twenty minutes, but Trowa should have left an hour ago to meet up with Quatre. "Kitten, I-" "It's okay Trowa." Tears spilled from Quatre's eyes and Trowa knew without having to see them that he was. "I know you didn't really want to go anyways. I'll just tell everyone that you weren't feeling well." Trowa closed his eyes and gripped the cushion. This was the first time he ever stood Quatre up. Furthermore, the fund raiser was a large event for the Winner Foundation; even Quatre's sisters were going to show up to support their little brother. "I can be there in a half an hour." "No. . .really, it's okay. I understand if you rather spend the evening with Heero than go to this party that means a lot to me." Tears burned Trowa's eyes. "Quatre-" Dial tone. It was the first time Quatre hung up on him. His tears spilled as he turned off his phone. Heero sat next to him. He had originally left the room for a wash rag to clean Trowa, but now he figured the Latin didn't want to be touched by him. "Heero-" "It's okay. I'm sorry I kept you." Trowa's eyes flashed open. "That's not what I-" "I know. . .but if you want to try and salvage anything tonight, you should get going." Heero turned from Trowa's gaze. "How can you act like this, feeling the way you do?" "I don't like seeing you cry. I'd rather bare pain than watch you go through it." Sensing what Trowa was thinking, Heero snickered with hopes of changing the atmosphere. "This is coming from the guy that gets off when you maul my back. Don't argue. . .just go." Trowa stared at Heero's features. Heero was close to crying too. . .and it was because of him. Trowa sat up and cupped the side of Heero's face. He brought Heero to face him. Though he attempted to hide them behind closed eye lids, Trowa seen that he held tears. Heero tore his hand away and pushed to stand. "Staying around here isn't going to do you any good anyway. I need to go to work." It was the last thing he said before heading into the bathroom to prepare for departure. Trowa remained sitting on the couch a moment longer, wondering what to do. ~ * ~ Chapter
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