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"Wicked Game "Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sex, angst, bad language, implied
drug use, cheating, some violence of the not too explicit variety Pairings: 2x3x2 Summary: Trowa knows that he risks everything playing a dangerous game with Duo. He just wishes he knew how to quit it. A/N: Apologies for an extra update from me this week as today is one of my good friends, Amberly's, birthday and I promised her a little 2x3 fic. However… I wrote her a little 2x3 one-shot that then became a 5 part multipart. So happy birthday Amberly! And thanks to ELLE
for her super speedy beta-ing as this got out of hand… *shakes
head at muse*
"Wicked Game " Chapter Three I'll Give You All of Me The cuffs around my wrists bite as I sit with my hands
on the metal table. They were put on too tight, digging into my skin,
and I sit there looking at the two way mirror impassively, knowing
that they will be standing on the other side trying to work out how
to play me. They've used a few techniques I know. The room is cold.
I've been here, alone, for a few hours, in this windowless room without
any clocks. It is intended that I will lose track of time. They are
letting me stew and I know this as so many times before it has been
me on the other side of the glass, not sitting in the interrogation
room. I don't ask for a lawyer. I could. I could get the best
damn lawyer available – call Quatre and cash in a favour in an
attempt to assuage his guilt after all these years. He still looks
at me in that big-eyed way that shows he still feels bad for leaving
me drifting in space. I forgave him. I had never held grudges as I'd
have too much anger and hate if I did. But I don't use him. Instead,
I wait until they decide to talk to me, my eyes still looking through
the glass, meeting whoever's gaze it is. The door opens and I sit straighter as Wufei walks in,
the surprise evidenced in a twitch of my hands in the cuffs. I blink
as he is joined by someone I haven't seen for some time. "I didn't expect you, Heero," I say and he
levels me with a fierce glare. As he sits in front of me, I let my eyes drift to Wufei,
standing out of the way, leaning against the mirrored glass and I
expect him less. They know our personal relationship. They know it's
over. They know we requested different partners. But he's there and
he keeps his arms folded across his chest, his gaze at a point above
my head. I want to say something to him, an apology or something as
this is the first time I've been in the same room as him since he
walked out of our apartment that night. And I feel an ache as I missed
him and I couldn't figure out if it was because I hadn't seen you
for so damn long or because I missed him. Fucked as it was, I didn't
know. "I need to know where Duo is," Heero speaks
softly. "You think I know?" Wufei snorts and I look up, meet his dark eyes, see
the look of disbelief on his face. I look back at Heero whose gaze
seems to burn but I give him nothing. "He sees you. Out of all of us, he only sees you." Each word is growled out, anger in each syllable, and
I scowl, bare my teeth. "So you get me arrested me for seeing
him?" "No," Wufei says, "for aiding and abetting
a wanted criminal." The accusation blindsides me though I only let a twitch
of my lips show anything on my face. Heero sees it. Presses. Knows. "You co-operate and nothing happens." His face his impassive and I meet his blue eyes. Remember
him at fifteen, remember when we were friends and not opposing forces
sitting across a metallic table with my hands in cuffs. "I don't co-operate?" "Jail. Don't ask where." I take the hint – the way Heero's voice is level,
emotionless, veiled threats behind every syllable. I nod reluctantly
and consent, protecting myself, knowing that jail would end with me
murdered in my sleep. My sense of self-preservation kicks in. I've
survived up until this point. Damned if I end up dead in some prison,
killed by an ex-war vet with a grudge. "How does he get in touch?" "Cell. Burner." Heero doesn't flinch as I grind out the words. And I
know he expects that answer. Knows Duo's smart – as smart as
us. That's why they haven't caught him. That's why they sent Heero. "Next time he contacts you –" "You want me to give him up? Betray him?" I turn my head as Wufei speaks, his voice calm in the
heated atmosphere of the room. "You've done that before." And with that statement, he leaves the room, the door
slowly locking behind him and I am left with Heero, alone as he discusses
what he wants from me in clipped tones and I nod in response, feeling
the same hollow feeling I've felt every night since he walked out
and I walked away from you. I know what they think – I realise, weeks after
my interrogation – that I have always been the one who sneaks,
who infiltrates, who hides his true feelings and that I will be able
to deceive you. Trick you, give you to the Preventers to save myself,
but I did what was necessary. I'm not that person they think. And
I never have been. I go back to normal – a new partner in a new shiny
uniform who doesn't listen to shit, nights in the apartment where
I get high and drink and miss the life I fucked up. My sleep is restless and I miss the feel of a body in
bed with me after all those damn years, the steady sound of his breathing,
the warmth of his skin, the brush of our legs. I wake one night, see
you there, my breath catching in the light as you sit on the chair
by the window, opened, the stale colony air filtering through it. You never came here. Not before as it was my one concession
to Wufei but now you walk across my bedroom, remove a hoodie, a tight
t-shirt, reach to your belt and slide it from around your waist, join
me under the covers in only boxer shorts and I reach up without words,
dragging you down to kiss me like I've longed to do for too damn long. The bed still smells of him. I've been too lazy to change
the sheets. Or maybe I was damn nostalgic for a time before you –
before this, before we fucked for that first time – but now I
only smell you, taste you, pinning you down against the mattress and
grinding my hips into yours. Our dicks are hard for each other, the
thin material of boxers the only damn restriction and I kiss you like
you're fucking oxygen as our bodies demand friction. You reach your fingers down my back, making their way
down, your hands grasping my ass and there's a buck from your hips,
your cock against mine and you wrestle me to the bed, straddling me,
your hands around my wrists, your lips hovering above mine. "Heero spoke to me," I say and I see that
cocky smirk cross your lips. "I know." You grind your hips and I pant and
moan. "You gonna let them know I'm here?" I shake my head. "Good." The word is punctuated by your hand around my dick,
by your mouth trailing down my chest, by your lips sucking at nipples,
by your fingertips trailing down my body. For a moment I look at the
ceiling, remember that this is our apartment and the number of times
I fucked him in this bed and I feel like the bastard I am. And then
you're removing my boxers and you're asking me to find lube and condoms
and I'm grabbing them, unused since he left, and your fingers thrust
in making me arch my back as you mouth at my stomach, lap at my abs,
lick down to my cock. You're not gentle. You never are as I don't want you
like that and so I grab at you, your scarred skin, the feel of you
hot against me making me burn. He never did this to me, not like you
do. Never made me buck and whine and need underneath him. Never bit
and tasted and sucked like you do. Tomorrow there'll be bruises and
I don't care. "I can't wait to fuck you, baby," you say
and I impatiently press back into your fingers, encouraging you to
move forward. "And I think you can't wait either, huh?" I glare up at you, see that cocky look, the way your
eyes shine and I fist your braid, pull you down for a rough clash
of lips, bite down on your bottom lip to taste blood as your fingers
fuck me, as you make me buck upwards, as you hit that damn spot. My
hold loosens on your hair but I keep your head close to my face, breathing
words across your lips. "No tease." You grab at my hips and I help you, my legs over your
elbows as you plunge in, as I feel you, hot and hard inside and I
gasp as you do it fast like I want you to. "You feel good," you pant and I make a noise
low in my throat in response as you stall, as you stay still, as I
feel every inch of you. I reach up, move aside some of the hair from your face,
your eyes, and it is a more affectionate gesture than I usually dare
and it prompts your response, your hips pulling back to surge forward,
the powerful thrust almost banging me into the headboard. I grunt
as you begin a punishing damn speed. It's been too long since I felt you and we fuck hard
and fast in the bed I used to share with him, burning away the memories
of that as I push you, reverse the position, slide down onto you and
ride you, your hands on my hips as I do it quick, the feel of you
deep and your fingernails digging into my skin making me so damn close. "Jerk off for me," you say and I do as you
order, stroke myself, close my eyes, come over your chest and thrust
myself hard down onto you. You roll your hips into me a few times, the sensation
making me breathless in the wake of my damn climax and then I hear
you, the whispered words as I collapse onto you, feeling you trace
patterns down my sweaty back, teasing the hair at the back of my neck. "Gotta go, sleepyhead." The words are damn near gentle and I move onto his side
of the bed lazily as you get out. I watch you dress through half-closed
eyes, watch you wipe my cum off your stomach with my boxers without
a thought, and I think of what I was asked to do and how I can't do
it to you. "Sorry – I'd love to stay and all," you
say, dressed, hovering over me, planting a kiss across my lips, "but
your apartment's bugged and I guess since I disabled it they'll be
making their way here right now." You don't give me time to say anything, slipping out
of my bedroom door, and I hop out of bed, grab at clothes, following
you – but you're already gone. I realise, as I wait for Heero
and Wufei to arrive, to interrogate me, to try and get some information
on you, that as you came you didn't say 'baby,' you didn't say 'Tro'
and you didn't say 'fuck.' You said 'Trowa' and it was the first fucking
time you ever did.
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