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"Out of the Blue"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Gundam Wing does not belong to me.
Technically. Untechnically…*grin* I’ll give them back when
I’m through playing with them. In the not-to-foreseeable future.
Maybe. Pairings: 1x3, 4x5, 2xH Warnings: Lemon, action, twisted and dry humor,
EWWT (Eternal Waltz, what’s that?) some Relena bashing (sorry,
she’s just easy to pick on!) Rating: NC-15 or NC-17 Author’s Notes: Nyx actually can be blamed
for this. She emailed me, requesting that I write a 1x3. So here it
is. *huggles* Thanks for pouncing on me! I wanted this idea out and
done with. It was beginning to bug me. Summary: Heero calls Trowa in for help in order to protect the Gundams, but keeping the Gundams out of dangerous hands isn't the only thing on his agenda. "Out of the Blue "
“Thank you all for coming.” She smiled at us pleasantly. “I have been approached by a Mr. Derek Nielson, who has an offer to extend to all of you.” The man at her right smiled and stood to take his place at the head of the table. “Well, I must admit this comes as a bit of a surprise to me. I had heard that the Gundam Pilots were young, but…it’s a different experience to actually meet you face to face.” Clearing his throat a little, he smiled at us all in general and no one in particular. “Now, to get to the business at hand. I’m building a museum on every colony, and two here on Earth in different regions. One in China and another in Sanc. I’d like to buy the Gundams and place the appropriate Gundam in each museum. Completely unarmed, of course.” The level of curiosity in the room tripled, then abruptly metamorphosized into hostility. There was no way in hell that any of us would ever part with our Gundams. Especially not to a stranger to go into a *museum*. Relena was beaming, obviously ecstatic about the idea. She was completely oblivious to the glances we were giving each other, and the silent agreement that was being formed under her nose. I looked at Zechs, and his eyes met mine with a firm shake of his head. I hadn’t expected any other reaction, especially since he was in charge of both Tallgeese and Epyon. We judged it only fair, considering that he had been the pilot of both. And that Epyon had been his lover’s. “I’m sorry, Mr. Neilson.” Quatre said politely, his boardroom face on. “But the Gundams are not for sale. Or lease. Or even to be loaned. I’m afraid that the answer is no.” “Mr. Winner, I can assure you that they will be well cared for. And all the major systems taken off-line to prevent anyone walking off with them.” So in other words, not only was he wanting to put them into a museum to collect dust, but he was going to gut them first. Over *his* dead body. “Mr. Neilson,” Relena dimpled at him prettily “would you give them time to consider this? The offer is somewhat out of the blue. I’m sure you understand their need for time.” “Certainly.” The room stayed quiet until the two had left. “I’d rather destroy Nataku than have that sha zi touch her!” Wufei snapped, leaping free from his seat to pace the length of the room rapidly. “I feel the same way about Sandrock.” Quatre drummed his fingers against the tabletop thoughtfully, blue eyes focused on the closed door that Neilson had disappeared through. “There is something about that man that feels…off. He’s not balanced.” Heero snorted humorlessly at that. “Regardless, Mr. Neilson does not strike me as a person who accepts a refusal gracefully.” Une rose from her chair, gathering up the datapad that she had brought with her. “I think I’ll look into his background a bit.” “In the meantime, I think we should try to avoid Relena as much as possible.” Quatre smiled ruefully. “She’s going to try her best to talk us into this. I’d rather not antagonize her any more than necessary.” + Later that evening, Duo pulled everyone back into the bunker. I didn’t know what he was planning, but I’ve seen that look on his face before. Whatever he was up to, it would be good. Duo bounced into the hangar with Wufei, a thousand watt smile on his face. “Hey guys! Let’s play capture the flag!” Actually, that did sound pretty fun to me. I needed a stress break at the moment. Everyone kind of looked at each other, nodding almost in unison. “Sounds good.” Zechs agreed. “In our Gundams.” Duo added casually. Our fun meter went up another notch. “That sounds even better.” I murmured. “Won’t someone see us?” Zechs looked at Tallgeese wistfully. “Although it might be worth it…” “Heero built the security system.” I pointed out. “Heero?” Heero just smirked. Any questions that we had about the possibility went up as so much smoke. “What’s the flag?” Quatre had this expectant look on his face. Duo didn’t disappoint. “I’ll give you three guesses.” “Animal, vegetable or mineral?” “Well, it’s made of minerals…” “Do we get a hint?” Wufei inquired archly, finally joining in on the circle. “Well…maybe two. It’s long. And pink.” Five smirks of evil enjoyment turned on to match Duo’s. Heero’s smile was especially evil. “Hn. Let the Games Begin.” + The teams had been divided equally into three. Quatre, Wufei and Zechs on one, Heero, Duo and I on the other. By the time we had called a halt, it was nearly ten at night, the score was 9-8 (Duo had saved our hides by snatching the flag out from Nataku’s guard) and the limousine had a few…dents in it. We set it near the garage door, precisely where Duo had picked it up. Quatre’s face appeared on the coms, voice dry. //I think someone will notice that we ‘borrowed’ it.// //Nah.// Duo’s voice bounced cheerfully back at us. //It’s not that bad, really!// “Duo, it has *finger indentions* where you grabbed it.” I rolled my eyes. //And all the glass is broken.// Heero added evenly. //The back window is only cracked!// Duo protested hastily. //Not to mention the dirt stains, and all the mud it gathered from sitting in the pond.// Something in Wufei’s voice made it seem like he was laughing mentally. “You have to admit, hiding it in the pond had been a sound strategical move.” //Let’s sneak back in.// Zechs suggested. //It’s not a good idea to stick around the scene of the crime.// //Ryoukai.// We very carefully went back into the bunker, erasing any signs that the Gundams had gone outside. Of course, it would be obvious what had happened, but it would make it easier to lie through our teeth if we cleaned up any evidence that we had been playing. As I dropped out of Heavyarms, I rolled my shoulders a little to ease the stiffness. It had been quite a battle, and my body wasn’t really used to the punishment that goes hand in hand with piloting a Gundam anymore. The guys started to go their separate ways, but Heero approached, eyes traveling over me. “You’re stiff.” “I know.” “Massage?” I let my smile answer for me. + If at any point, Heero feels that he needs to find a different career, I know what he could be. A masseuse. The boy has magic hands. Eyes closed in bliss, face buried in his pillow, I just let myself go and let him turn my muscles into so much putty. His hands were firm, running over my bare skin without hesitation. He’s given me massages before, and has only improved with the practice. My neck and shoulders were little better than jello, and my shoulderblades were turning into that. Little grunts escaped from time to time when he hit a knot, but it just felt too good to really hurt. Mmmmm… His thumbs were going in circles gently, seeking out tense areas and soothing them away. It felt so good I was thinking about just falling asleep before I remembered that we were in his room and not mine… Those innocent thumbs slid under the waistband of my jeans and I abruptly snapped out of my lethargic state. Um…okay, that’s a little further than he usually goes with his massage. Not that I mind, really, because those muscles are sore too. But…it’s just a little too far. His hands paused, still halfway under the waistline of my jeans, and he shifted positions. Which would make sense, because it would be an awkward angle with his hands so close to his body…but that didn’t mean that his hips had to brush up hard against my butt doing it! If this was anyone other than Heero Yuy, I would say that they were coming onto me. But it was Heero. Hell, what am I thinking? He’s never given any indication that he was even remotely attracted to me. Unless one considers the hands under my waistline as an indication. Or that accidental-not-quite-so-accidental hip shift of his ass as one. “Done.” “Thanks.” Trying not to bolt like a virgin in a den of gamblers, I rolled off the bed and to my feet. “You need one?” He shook his head. “I’m fine.” He normally was, but I did feel that it was only fair to offer. “Hn. Good night.” “Good night.” I subdued a shiver as those words fell over me. Damnit, did he have to say a casual good night like he had just had a couple of hours of hard sex?! It took twenty minutes under a cold shower, but I did manage to get my raging hormones back under control. Being seventeen and horny sucks. The shower didn’t chase away any lustful ideas, however, so I spent a very long night in my solitary bed. + Duck, parry, block— Heero’s face didn’t give any hint of where he was moving, and his body gave little indication. I was being reminded—pointedly—that I hadn’t been sparring against someone of my own level for a while now. Dodge the kick toward my ribs, flip out of the way, punch— My hand grazed his shoulder, but his scored a new bruise on my ribcage. I was going to feel that tomorrow morning. I threw myself to the side, rolled back onto my feet, and blocked the next punch thrown in my direction. In hindsight, that roll had been a bad move. The bruised muscles around my ribs froze up a little in protest at the movement, throwing me off-balance just enough to where Heero was able to pounce on me and succeed. In less than a second I was flat on my back, stars swirling around my head. When I drew enough air into my lungs, I blinked my eyes into focus. Heero was sitting on my upper thighs, hands pinning my wrists above my head on the floor. And he was smiling smugly. I let my eyes close again. “Are you taking prisoners?” “Maybe.” “In that case, I’m going to offer to surrender.” “Hn.” I waited a few seconds, and when nothing happened, I opened my eyes again. “Heero—” The question died in my throat as I looked up at him. There was an expression on his face that made me feel like a pizza at a weight watcher’s convention. The hands on my wrists flexed slightly as he leaned forward slowly, eyes intently on mine the whole time. I knew what he wanted: I could see it clearly in his face. And despite myself, my body tightened in anticipation. It seemed an eternity as he approached, breath hot and sweet against my skin, the scent of male overpowering my senses. Then his mouth was soft and caressing against mine. The touch was there and gone again before I could properly feel it. It was barely a kiss at all. But electricity had shot through me at that brief contact, and I wanted more. “Trowa—why are you having trouble breathing?” He knew damn well why, the smug bastard. I managed a glower. “Because you’re sitting on me.” “I’m not sitting on your chest.” He pointed out. Yeah, I knew that too. It didn’t seem to make a difference. I wanted to snap out a growl and order him to stop messing around. I wanted him to kiss me again. And I wanted him to do a proper job with it this time. I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss. “Hey guys!” Duo’s voice rang through the dojo cheerfully. And before I did anything else, I wanted to toss Duo back outside and lock the doors. Two death glowers were aimed at him. He gulped and scrambled back a pace. “Ah…am I interrupting something?” With a heave I flipped Heero off of me and rolled to my feet. He stayed kneeling, watching me carefully. I met his eyes and replied quietly, “I don’t know, Duo. Maybe Heero has the answer to that.” Without another word I walked out. + I probably walked around the palace grounds at least three times before I could calm down enough to think everything through rationally. I had learned in the war how to turn my emotions off, but I hadn’t even tried after walking out of the dojo. I was mad. And I wanted to stay mad. I don’t understand what Heero is up to. We’re good friends…closer than many people ever become to most of their friends. He’s never given any indication that he was even attracted to me. And right now…right now I feel like I’m being toyed with. If it weren’t for the Gundams, I would have punched him and walked out. “Trowa.” I focused on an unblooming rosebush in front of me, refusing to turn around. “What.” His bare feet made no sound on the grass as he approached. “You’re angry.” “Damn right I am.” He froze, uncertain. “Because I touched you?” “No. How you touched me.” There was a digestive silence, then he circled around to stand in front of me. “No games.” The whisper barely stirred the air around us it was so soft. “No half-truths. I want you, Trowa.” God, I knew precisely how much it cost him to say that to me. I was his closest friend. We both had lived through his awkward growth when it came to emotions. He was still scared of them. So was I. But I could not, in all good conscious, continue to hide what I was feeling when he had bared his soul to me. Lifting my eyes up to his, I let him see what I was feeling. By faltering steps he closed the distance between us, hands resting lightly on my shoulders. I recognized the light touch now for what it was. Not coyness, but uncertainty. I put my hands on either side of his waist, sliding them around his back and drawing him closer to me. Eyes became heavy lidded with anticipation, heads tilted and reached—and once again my nerves felt like they were nothing but a live wire. Heero ran his hands up to my head and his tongue around my mouth, tracing it until I opened for him. I groaned when his tongue tangled with mine, hands gripping the back of his shirt in an attempt to keep myself grounded enough to where I didn’t lose all sense of where I was. He pulled back just enough so that we could both gulp in air, then changed the angle and dove his lips forcefully into mine. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his mouth. One more kiss, just one more…but I couldn’t make myself pull away after that ‘one more’. Why had I waited so long to do this? “Heeeero~!” Heero pulled a little away from me, glaring over my shoulder in the direction of that annoyingly female voice. “Surely peace isn’t *that* fragile.” At the moment, I was rather inclined to agree with him. I turned his head back to mine with a soft touch to his chin. A smiling kiss was pressed to his mouth, and when I pulled away he was smiling back at me. “Later.” I whispered. “Hai.” He gave me another torrid kiss, one that was frustratingly brief, then went to track down Relena. As for me, I went back to the dojo, whistling the tune
of “Feelin’ Groovy.”
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