"Trowa's Secret"

Written By: Emerald Pillow

Pairings: 1+3

Warnings: Yaoi;Langauage, death fic

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, you can try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa (But, her name is Duo...)

Comments: It's from Trowa's POV and the story is about a little secret that he's been hiding from Heero...I hope you enjoy.

Rating: NC 17

Trowa's Secret

Part 6

He was still bothered about the scene in the football field. He didn't have to say it, I could sense that he was thinking about it. He didn't consider Quatre to be a threat to what we had, he was more concerned about the state that he had found me in when he arrived. It was the first time I've ever gotten upset like that before. I've never yelled at anyone, not even Duo, let alone Quatre.

Heero has always been good to me. Since I told him I didn't want to talk about it, he didn't bring it up. To further help this, he tried getting my mind off of it by talking about something else. When silence finally rein, it was calm and comfortable for both of us. After I had regained my composure, he suggested that we go somewhere off campus. . .but I didn't want to. I wanted to be alone with him without distractions. We ended up back at his dorm room. Duo was gone with a friend of his to a movie or something like that, so we had a good hour or two. We were sitting on the floor, leaning against each other's back for support, and listening to music.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him lightly drumming his fingers to the music. I easily placed my hand over his. My fingers smoothly slid between his and he affectionately rubbed the side of my hand with his thumb. I was still amazed at the fact that under his stony exterior, there was nothing more than a big teddy bear. It was a side of him that has existed as long as he has, but was forcefully buried in a time of insanity. It was the part of him that he exposed only to me. As I watched his gentle gestures, I felt his troubled mind. I wanted to ease it for him.

"He wanted a second chance." I said softly.

"Bold, isn't he?"

"Probably more or less overconfident."

"How's that?"

"Haven't you heard? His research team just found the cure for a virus." I know my voice was filled with jealousy, but Heero didn't seem to acknowledge it.

"Which one?"

"AIDS."

"Is it so great of an accomplishment?" I felt him shift slightly behind me. I raised a little to allow him to get comfortable before I leaned back against him. "After all, it'll probably mutate again like it did the first six times cures were found."

"That may be true, but at least for now, it'll give a second chance for everyone who's been recently infected." Another silence fell and I couldn't help but feel that he knew. I found myself wondering just how long had he been standing on the field earlier? How much of the conversation did he actually hear? "Why do you want me Heero?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's nothing special about me, so wh. . ." I didn't get to finish my question. He moved quickly and I hadn't expected it. So, I ended up flat on my back, with him leaning over me. His beautiful features were tighten into a look of admonish.

"What the hell do you mean 'there's nothing special' about you?" I remained laying on the floor and stared into his face.

"You can effortlessly have anyone you want."

"And?" I closed my eyes and turned from him. He placed his hand on my cheek and turned me to face him again. "Trowa, look at me. . ." I did as he requested, and I suddenly felt inferior. He always knew what he wanted, how he felt, and he always had supporting reasons. So why did I ever doubt him?. . .because there was one thing he didn't know, or at least I hadn't told him. "You're right. I could have anyone else, but I don't want them. I want you."

"Why?"

"Because you accept me for who and what I am. No one else has any ideal who I truly am. . .and they don't care to know. If I went with any of them, they would be with me for one of three reasons: they think I'm sexy; enjoy a challenge; or want to know the size of my dick. I want to be with someone that I don't have to hide from. Someone who can care for the real me."

"Duo. . ."

"Just wants to fuck me. Once he gets that, I'll just be another name in his black book. He hasn't grown up yet. He's still just looking for a good time. . .which is why I'm sort of glad we haven't had sex yet." I stared at him in disbelief. Did he just say what I think he said? Furthermore, did he mean it, or is this another way for him to console me? As if he could sense my questions, he continued to explain. "I don't want it to come between us. I like what we have together. I don't want anything to change it."

He meant it. Every word he just said had come straight from his heart. I could tell; the look in his eyes convinced me. He was being so honest with me. . .and I was continuing to hide from him. He leaned down and brushed our lips together. When we pulled apart, he sat up straight and looked down at me with his stern eyes.

"And don't ever talk like that about yourself again. . .because if I ever find out. . ." He roughly grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me from the floor. Our faces were now only inches apart. "I'll beat the hell out of you, you little pain in the ass." A wry smile pulled at his lips as if he was making a promise instead of a threat. He then pulled me closer for a deeper kiss.

His harsh grip dissolved into one of affection. I felt his strong hand slowly slide up my chest to my neck. He placed his thumb under my chin and lightly pushed upward, titling my face even closer to his. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. As our tongues lovingly caressed one another, I pushed him on his back to the floor. My kisses trailed down his neck and chest to his groin. I wasn't planning on having sex with him, but I at least wanted to give him some kind of sexual pleasure. As I began to relieve the belt of its position he placed his hand over mine.

"You don't have to do this." I looked up at him and studied his features. I knew he really wanted me to. . .but he wasn't sure as to why I was willing. I didn't answer him. He could see the response as he slowly remove his hand from mine.

This done, I returned to my task. He didn't put up any more resistance as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. It was the only barrier. He never wore any kind of underwear. Not even to sleep in. When he slept, he usually just wore the same jeans that he did during the day, and disposed of his shirt and socks. I pulled him from his jeans and lightly caressed him with my fingers. As they found the base, I grip him tightly and took the tip of his dick into my mouth.

At the simple touch, I felt his body relax. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he had placed a arm behind his head as a pillow and was watching me intently as I began to nurse him. I closed my eyes and focused on the taste of his flesh. While I sucked the top part, I pumped the base and within a few minutes, he harden to the point that I no longer needed to hold him. Upon release, I started taking him fully.

I hadn't given oral pleasure to anyone since Quatre. If there was anything that blonde bitch liked, it was getting his dick sucked. I knew exactly where and how to touch the person I was pleasing. After all, I did have sixteen years worth of practice, so I should know what I was doing. In a way I was glad that I had that time to enhance my skill, at least now, I could give Heero some kind of enjoyment.

My sucking sharpen, but my pace remained slow. The sensations that were flowing through him wasn't anything short of what he would have felt if he was actually inside me and I was slowly riding him. I've had too many pass partners tell me that I could have sex with my mouth almost as well as my body, to doubt that that wasn't what Heero was feeling right now. To prove this, he started to softly pant and began pumping himself into my mouth. I changed my rhythm to accommodate his thrusts. Every time he came close to exiting my mouth, he only plunged back inside again. He wanted to quicken the tempo, but I wouldn't allow it. I pinned his hips to the floor and continued with the celerity that I had set.

I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted him to get as much delectation as I could offer him. His pants evolved into nearly unnoticeable moans as I realized how hard I had become. Without really thinking, I touched myself. The contact made me all the more horny. I continued to rub myself, pretending that it was Heero's hand instead of mine. All the while, I stayed fast to my first objective of pleasing my boyfriend.

"Trowa." I ignored him. I could tell by the sound of his voice what he wanted. He wanted to touch me the way I was touching him. I abandoned my erection and concentrated on his. I was just going to have to take care of my own later. . .when Heero wasn't around. I felt his body start to tense. He was reaching his peak.
The bitter taste shot into my throat, and I drank it fully. It was more gratifying than I expected, even the taste of his cum aroused me. I returned his jeans to their original state and sat back on my knees to look down at him. The next thing I knew, he had me pinned to the floor, kissing me more passionately than I've ever been kissed before. His hands wasted no time in exposing me from my jeans. Perhaps giving him a blow job wasn't such a good ideal after all. I never expected him to react like this though.

Thankfully, the dorm room door swung open. Heero pulled from me and we both turned to find Duo standing on the threshold. There was an odd grin spreading from one side of Duo's face to the other. I felt a little embarrassed by him catching us with my dick in Heero's hand.

"Bad timing?" He questioned, sounding as if he knew what he was doing.

"Maybe I should go." I said softly after noting the look of anger on Heero's face. I guess he was really upset about not being able to return the favor. I didn't give him a chance to answer as I slid from under him and fasten my jeans and belt. Heero's glare never left Duo, as the American walked into the room and plopped down on his bed.

"Don't mind me. . .you two can go about what you were doing. It's nothing I haven't already seen." Heero didn't say anything as he stood and followed me out of the room.

Neither of us spoke as we walked to my room. I silently prayed for Wu Fei to be there studying. If he wasn't, then there's no real reason to stop Heero from pursuing his intentions from earlier. I was still rock hard and yearning for some kind of contact. If we were alone, I wouldn't be able to resist him this time.
Thankfully, Wu Fei was in the room. In fact, one of his fellow students was with him. Her name was Tasha. Though he claims that there wasn't any kind of relationship between the two of them, I couldn't help but wonder. They did spend a great deal of time together, and when I had first met Tasha, she seemed a little wary of me. Heero and I reluctantly parted, and shortly after, so did Tasha.

"Something tells me that you hadn't told Yuy." Wu Fei started after Tasha was gone. I only glared at him. That reminded me. . .

"Why the hell did you tell Quatre what was going on with me?"

"I didn't tell him anything. He bribed the dean for the information."

"Oh." I slumped onto my bed, and he sat next to me.

"You know, you were suppose to be in for your treatment this morning." I laid down and buried my face in the pillows. I usually kept up on my appointments, but this time I had forgotten. Quatre's visit had thrown me off.

"I guess I got a little sidetracked. Is it too late?"

"The treatment area has been close for today. We'll have to wait until tomorrow. . .if there's time." My treatments were needed once a week. I purposely had them schedule for today, since Heero had classes, and I didn't. By the time he would get out of class, I would have already had the treatment and recovered.
I had no ideal how I was going to sneak in tomorrow without Heero knowing. I had two classes. . .one was with him, the other with Duo. My first class with Heero was in the morning. . .the second was in the afternoon. I couldn't go between classes because there wasn't enough time. If I didn't show up to either of them, it would appear odd.

"What time does it close tomorrow?"

"Four." I knew I couldn't wait until next week. That would mess up the entire experiment. "Trowa?"

"I'll be there." My voice was slightly muffled by the pillow. "Are you going to be there all day?"

"Yeah. I have a autopsy demonstration at three though." I nodded my understandment and stood up. I still hadn't taken care of my hard on and it was refusing neglection.

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