03-Dec-2000
Category: PWP, lemon, yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x1
Warnings:
Umm... lemon ... yaoi lemon ... if you don't like, for heaven's sakes don't read
it.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: You know me. I can't leave well enough alone.
This is a sequel to Crimson Moon. Where Crimson Moon was based on a doujinshi, this
is just stuff popping out of my imagination. It's my "morning after" type of
story. Hope you like it.
'--denotes thoughts--'
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
Prussian blue eyes opened in the early morning. The first thing he noticed was he wasn't alone. He wasn't sure whose arms were holding him, he just knew they weren't Duo's. He tried to remember specifics of the last twenty four hours when the memories crashed down on him like a plane falling from the sky.
He had escaped his captors, killing all except the head man. The one who recognized him from the wars and knew Heero was a former Gundam pilot. 'Why the hell didn't the Preventer's do more research?'
Escaping would have been easier if they hadn't given him the drug. When he was discovered and the injection was ordered, he hoped at the best it would be a quick acting poison that would kill him instantly or at the worst it would be some hallucinogenic designed to destroy his mind.
He wasn't expecting the drug to be an aphrodisiac. Heero found himself shuddering in the present time. 'Am I still under its effects?' he panicked briefly. He mentally began running a systems check of his body like he would run diagnostics on his computer. Burning sensation throughout body? No. Breathing seems normal. Sweating is gone. Erection? Again a brief panic surfaced until he realized it was just a standard morning erection.
Once Heero was satisfied that he wasn't in imminent danger, he decided to turn over to see who was holding him. Carefully, as to not wake the sleeping form next to him, Heero quickly and efficiently turned. His breath caught for a moment.
Trowa.
Heero had never noticed how beautiful Trowa looked asleep. Trowa looked so... peaceful? His face was relaxed, those auburn bangs now covering over both eyes. The steady rise and fall of a well sculpted chest distracted Heero, as he found his hand reaching out to gently push the bangs out Trowa's face. His hand froze millimeters from the slumbering boy's hair. 'What the hell am I doing?'
Now last night fell in place for him. He was desperate. Even though the rebels used him as a fuck toy for days he still couldn't get release. He made it back to his apartment, knowing he should report his discoveries of who was behind the latest upheavals to Une, but the pain was too much. He needed help. He didn't think a hospital would be of much help since he wouldn't be able to identify what drug was given to him. He hoped he could "burn" it out of his system. He had been this way for days, maybe an end was near. He reached for the phone trying to think of who to call.
Duo made it clear to him long ago when they broke up that he wanted nothing more to do with Heero. There was no time to stand around possibly getting lectured by his former lover, so he called Trowa, only to get an answering machine. He hoped Trowa would call or come by. He unlocked the door while shrugging off his shoes, jeans and underwear. He headed to the shower, hoping it could cool down his burning skin and throbbing shaft.
Normally cold water would have cooled down desire. But this wasn't the case, he had come four times already. The last time was when Trowa called his name in surprise seeing him in the shower. Heero couldn't remember anything beyond that point. He hoped he had explained to Trowa what was going on. He vaguely remembered Trowa nodding his consent, before he basically ravaged the poor guy.
Heero winced in memory, before recalling the experience was pleasurable. There was no pleasure earlier with the rebels only humiliation. Trowa was gentle with him. He knew he made the right decision calling him.
Heero started slightly when he realized emerald eyes were peering at him from sleep-bedraggled bangs.
"Ohayo, Trowa."
Trowa smiled briefly, "Ohayo, Heero. Feeling better?"
Heero flushed before answering, "Hai."
They continued to quietly stare at one another for a moment.
Heero looked away first. "I'm sorry that I got you involved in this. I had nowhere else to turn."
"Ah, last resort, I see," Trowa said with a mix of sadness and humor.
"No, that's not what I meant," Heero said quickly, flushing slightly. "I mean I'm sorry I basically molested you last night."
"Do you hear me complaining?" Trowa chuckled, before his expression changed. "Are you okay now?"
Heero shook his head. "The effects seem to be gone. I need to give my report to Une."
"Is there a rush? I thought you killed them all," Trowa said slowly.
"Almost all. Their leader left after he had--" Heero said his eyes flickering into cold steel.
Trowa's eyes turned just as icy. "Who is he? I will finish what you started."
Heero looked up at Trowa in surprise, "Trowa?"
"I'm serious. I know that one of the things you never wanted to do after the wars was to kill again. You had to break that promise and I'm sorry. I've made no such promise. Besides I don't think Une or Sally will let you finish it," Trowa said calmly.
Heero found himself oddly moved by the speech, but he didn't know what to say about it. "I need to take a shower."
Trowa recognized the change of subject. "Yeah, me too. I'll let you go first."
Heero tried to get up, but he found he was sore. It wasn't anything Trowa had done, he had been hurting for days. He started his painful shuffle towards the bathroom before being swept up into Trowa's arms.
"Nani?" Heero uttered surprised and a little embarrassed.
"I thought I'd help you to the shower. After the shower, I'll give you some painkillers and a massage. Come on," Trowa said as if he were talking to a small child and not a man who formerly killed people for a profession.
Heero decided to humor Trowa. Once in the bathroom, Trowa let Heero stand by the bathroom counter as he started the shower. 'I don't remember turning the shower off from last night, Trowa must have done it later,' he thought bemused. Once the temperature was one that suited Trowa, he turned and lift Heero into the shower. As warm water beat down on his sore limbs he noticed that Trowa was about to step out.
"Where are you going?"
Trowa stopped and turned to Heero. "I thought you would like some privacy."
Heero laughed, "After last night, there is no privacy. Get in here!"
Trowa returned to the shower. "You sure are bossy," he said, with a hint of a smile.
"Only about what I want," Heero said before pulling the taller man to him and kissed Trowa hard under the spray of warm water.
Trowa pulled away to catch his breath and not drown under the spray. "We shouldn't be doing this. You're hurt."
"I'll live," Heero said before assaulting Trowa's neck with kisses, fondling the fine line of muscle down Trowa's back before grabbing the taller man's buttocks and pulling him closer.
"Heero," Trowa moaned knowing that he would lose this fight, before he got an idea. He grabbed Heero and pushed him to the far wall of the shower. Heero looked up in surprise. "You. Hold on to that," Trowa said pointing to the empty towel rack. "I'll get this one."
He kissed Heero deeply before starting his steady descent. Heero moaned and let out a quick gasp when Trowa nipped him on the neck, then licked none too apologetically at the injured spot. His hands roamed over Heero's body as his mouth would follow the lazy patterns in its wake. While lovingly kissing and licking one nipple, he would pinch the other, then reverse the pattern.
Heero could barely keep his grip on the towel rack. Trowa's assault on his senses were making him want to ooze into a puddle on the floor. "Mmm, Trowa," he gasped out. "Lower."
Trowa chuckled against Heero's stomach. "You really ARE bossy!" But he complied by kissing him lower, his hands roaming along Heero's sides and up well-muscled thighs. He nuzzled his nose in the dark, curly pubic hair, before lightly touching Heero's arousal. Heero bucked into the light touch and groaned when it vanished.
"Stop teasing me Trowa," Heero moaned softly. "Please."
Trowa smiled to myself, 'I've been called lots of things, but never a tease!' Rather than continue his torture on the Japanese boy's senses, he decided to show mercy.
Heero's moan turned into nearly a scream when Trowa's mouth descended on his aching erection. He wanted to push forward, go deeper, but Trowa's strong hold on his hips prevented it. So rather than fight he decided to enjoy the warm, wet suctioning of Trowa's talented mouth on him.
Trowa pulled back to allow his tongue to swirl around the head before pulling all of Heero in his mouth. The noises Heero were making managed to make him painfully hard. He risked taking one hand off of Heero's hip to stroke his own aching cock.
Heero was now only being held up by his death grip on the towel rack. He rocked his hips at Trowa, before daring to release one of his hands to grab at Trowa's hair. "Trowa, I'm--" was as far as he got before his world exploded into white light and strands of semen made their escape.
Trowa was prepared. He relaxed his throat to take all that Heero had to give, before surrendering to his own orgasm which sprayed the wall of the shower. Heero began to slide down the wall of the shower, his legs unstable. Trowa watched the display and smiled. "What a waste of water, ne?"
"Hn," was the sated response.
Slowly Trowa helped Heero up and they did manage to take a shower. After toweling off, Heero, clad in a robe, headed to the living room deciding it was it was time to call Une. Trowa, forced to wear an old robe of Duo's that was much too short (not that Heero minded that one bit), went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Une was more than a little surprised to see Heero on the videophone wearing a robe. "Heero, what do you have to report. Do you know who's behind this latest terrorist activity? Where have you been? You were suppose to report to me days ago."
"My cover was blown. I was held captive. I only managed to escape a few days ago," Heero said without emotion.
"Who blew your cover?" Une asked, not seeing Trowa approaching the room Heero was in because he was out of range of the view screen.
"The leader of the guerilla group was someone we knew him in the war. Remember Nichols?" Heero asked.
"Nichols!" Une and Trowa said simultaneously. Une then started. "Who's there with you now Heero?"
"Trowa."
"Why?" Une asked.
Trowa stayed out of video range since he figured Une didn't need to see him in his current state of dress. "Heero was hurt. He asked me to help him."
"Hurt?" Une asked.
"Tortured," Trowa supplied. "He's doing better now."
"Where is Nichols? Is he still as the camp you were at?" Lady Une asked, wondering why Trowa wouldn't show himself.
Heero said, "There's no one left at the camp, Nichols left after he ... Nichols left. I plotted an escape that required me to ... eliminate the personnel. But don't worry, I'll find him."
Une shook her head. "No, you were hurt at this man's hands, I cannot allow you to do that. We'll put someone else on the case."
"Why not me?" Trowa said.
"You're not a Preventer, Trowa."
"Come on Lady. Don't you think given the treatment he gave Heero and you in the past, that I owe our old friend a visit?" Trowa asked.
Lady Une wasn't sure why, but something in Trowa's words sounded sinister. "No, Trowa. We will put someone else on the case. He will be brought to justice, I promise."
Heero stared both off-screen then back at Lady Une. "I will fax you the rest of my report within the hour."
"Okay, Heero. Trowa said you were tortured, do you need any medical assistance?" Une asked.
"No, Trowa's taking good care of me. Yuy out," he said as his pressed the disconnect button. He looked at Trowa's outfit and smiled, "You should have let Une see you."
Trowa subconsciously pulled down the hem of the very, very short robe. "I don't think so. It doesn't leave much to the imagination.
"Hn, that's why I like it," Heero laughed. "I'm sure Une would love to get an eyeful of you."
"Ecchi!" Trowa said, sticking out his tongue. He left the room briefly to return with two plates. "I made an omelette. Enjoy."
Heero never trusted anyone cooking but his own. He remembered horrible meals in the past. He remembered that Quatre and Duo were the worst cooks. He looked at his omelette like it was poison.
Trowa noticed the look. "It's eggs, Heero. It's difficult to destroy eggs. Just have a few bites, and if it's unbearable I'll make you a sandwich."
Heero decided to humor Trowa and take a few bites. But a few bites suddenly became the whole plate. He had forgotten that he hadn't eaten in days. He wasn't sure if it was because he was starving or not, but this was the best omelette he had ever had in his life. Trowa ate half of his omelette and noticed that Heero polished his off quickly, so he scraped the rest of his omelette onto Heero's plate.
"What?"
"Just eat. You need to build your strength," Trowa said trying to sound unconcerned.
"You are too good for me, Trowa," Heero said between bites.
"Sure, I am," Trowa smirked, not believing a word Heero was saying.
Heero grabbed Trowa's hand and stared deeply into the sea of emerald green eyes. "You are."
Trowa wanted to believe the words. He decided maybe a leap of faith was necessary. The look in Heero's eyes told him that he was serious. He smiled. "That's complete bullshit, but arigatou."
OWARI