09-Dec-2000

Category: Action, Angst, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 3x1
Warnings: Well, you have NCS (briefly in a dream sequence). Yaoi Lemon. Some violence. Some profanity.
Feedback: C&C
Notes: I think this is the last of the sequels. I guess that makes this a trilogy of sorts. It's the sequel to Morning's Light, which was a sequel to Crimson Moon. (Oh yeah, looked at that dj again recently only to discover I had the title of the dj wrong. It's called Cynical Moon, but too late to change that now. My bad.) In any case, this story can be partially blamed on Blue Lemming.

'--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.

Payback by babaca

Une was reading a report at her desk when she heard the first beep of her computer. With a sigh she mumbled to herself, "Well there goes Heero hacking into my computer." She didn't need to guess what he was looking for. 'He's a stubborn one.'

Heero returned to work at the Preventers a week after he had lost contact with them. Outwardly he showed no signs of whatever "torture" he had while being held captive, but it didn't take a mind reader for Une to figure out what the torture might have been. Only because of that she wasn't trying to hurriedly build a firewall in her system to keep Heero from hacking into her computer.

Moments later as she was signing off on the read report, she heard a second beep. 'Ah, and that would be Trowa Barton,' she smiled. She had noticed the two young men were spending more time together, although she still couldn't persuade Trowa to join the Preventers. She wished he would have taken her up on the offer, it might have made things easier for her. But she was willing to let him head the manhunt for Nichols unofficially.

Nichols. 'I should have court marshaled him when I had the chance,' Une quietly fumed. He had constantly argued her orders like she didn't know how to fight in a war. Sometimes he seemed human, other times an arrogant asshole. 'Mind you I was no walk in the park back then,' she smiled.

'I remember the time before when I was of a ... shall we say ... split mind. The split being my need to make Treize-sama happy at all costs. I was both hawk and dove. Strong and gentle. As the General I was ruthless to a fault, and as the Lady a wimpy, peace loving freak. I'm sure it was difficult figuring out which orders to follow. But Nichols had always rather gung-ho. I often wondered if he really wasn't just following Tsubarov's leadership instead of mine.'

Finding someone to take over this case hadn't been easy. Wufei refused as did any of the other agents who knew that Heero was on the case first. Finally, she ended up giving it to two people who were still a little wet behind the ears. They weren't here long enough to know that if Heero was on a mission he never gives up even if that mission is taken from him. She only hoped he wouldn't drive the two rookies too crazy.

Heero Yuy was in the throes of a nightmare. He was thrashing around fighting the enemy as he couldn't in his waking moment. He was trapped reliving the torment he was under when held captive.

Nichols face loomed over his own. "I understand Gundam pilots are known for their endurance. Let's test that theory shall we?" he said as the needle plunged into his skin. Without waiting for the drug to take effect, he had the others hold him down while he viciously torn off Heero's clothing ...

Heero...

The pain was worse than any he could remember and he had self-destructed once.

Heero, you're dreaming ... wake up ...

He tried not to show tears or to cry out. But the pounding into his body was too much. He screamed.

Heero ... it's Trowa ... listen to me ... open your eyes ...

"Open your eyes, Pilot 01, I want to see your pain," Nichols huffed huskily as he continued to violate Heero's body. The others watching on, laughing and cheering their leader on.

Heero, it's Trowa. Wake up. Please.

Heero's eyes shot open and he bolted straight up in bed. His pulse racing, his eyes refused to focus for a moment. He felt someone touch his hand and he jumped before looking to see who did it. When he saw it was Trowa, he relaxed a little.

"It's okay now Heero, you're awake," Trowa said gently as he pulled Heero into his arms.

They laid together in the bed with Trowa slowly rubbing his neck and back. "It's okay," he soothed and Heero's breathing slowed to a normal rhythm.

While Trowa's words and motions were soothing, Trowa's thoughts were darker. 'That's the twelth nightmare in two weeks, Nichols. Every nightmare is going to equal the number of bullets I'm going to put in your body. Sleep well Nichols. Your days are very numbered.'

Heero finally eased back into sleep in Trowa's arms. Soon after Trowa followed, never letting go.

Heero and Trowa had hoped for a quiet lunch alone to compare notes, but Noin and Sally insisted on joining the two. They sat in the Preventer's cafeteria.

"Trowa, you really would be a welcomed addition around here," Sally said.

"I'm fine the way things are now. I have to freedom to help Catherine or to just do whatever I please. I think working here would be a little confining," Trowa shrugged.

"Une is a very flexible boss to work for. I'm sure she would let you do your wanderlust thing," Noin argued.

"When are you two going to learn to can't badger Trowa into doing anything he doesn't want to do," Heero spoke up.

Sally laughed. "We're not badgering him."

"You're not?" Trowa asked.

Noin shook her head. "It's a lost cause, Sally. Wufei was right."

Sally sighed, "I guess you're right. Damn. It means I know owe Wufei some money."

It was Heero and Trowa's turn to laugh.

Trowa smiled, "Wufei. No wonder. I hope it wasn't a large bet."

Sally shook her head. "Only twenty credits. I'll survive."

Noin and Sally took their trays to leave. "If you ever change your mind, Trowa."

"You'll be the first to know," Trowa said as he watched them leave. With a sigh, he looked at Heero. "Alone at last."

"Well as alone as one can be in a room surrounded by people," he remarked with a smile. A rather hentai smile, as he continued to slide his foot playfully to Trowa's growing bulge.

"When did you get so perverted Heero? I can't believe you sat there groping me with them sitting so close to us," he said as he spread his legs a bit.

"Ah Trowa, where's your sense of humor? Actually, I'm proud that you could have a coherent conversation with them at all," Heero laughed, but didn't stop his assault on Trowa's crotch.

"It takes years of training. The toughest part was not blushing," he said as his complexion took on a rosy hue.

"You're blushing now."

"Well, we're alone. Sort of. Shall we take this discussion somewhere else?" Trowa said a little breathless.

"Of course," Heero said as he removed his foot and slid it back into his shoe. He grabbed his tray and said "Let's go."

Trowa, thankful that he was wearing baggier jeans and a rather long sweater followed. He was a little surprised that they were still in the building though. He thought they would go somewhere quiet.

Heero turned a corner, and in a small hallway opened the door to the supply room and took Trowa's hand. Once inside he locked the door.

"A supply room. How original," Trowa said before gently pushing Heero into the door and giving him a deep kiss.

Heero responded to the kiss by taking his tongue and stabbing his way into Trowa's mouth. Trowa moaned and allowed access.

Trowa grabbed Heero's hips steady then grinded into them so their erections could meet. Heero pulled out the kiss to gasp. Wasting no time he has pulled Trowa's sweater off and began roughly licking and sucking on his nipples.

"Gods, Heero," Trowa whispered desperately, as his hands slid under the waistband of Heero's pants to rub and squeeze the pert bottom that remained hidden by clothes. Quickly he pulled his hands out and began undoing Heero's pants, to seek out Heero's proof of desire.

Heero followed suit and simultaneously they grabbed each other's rock hard erections and stroked them. "Tro-wa," Heero gasped out. "I want you."

Trowa groaned at the need in Heero's voice. He sucked on one of Heero's nipples before managing to say in a husky voice, "I want you too."

Heero smiled. Then slightly pushed away from Trowa. Reaching down into his pants which were at his ankles he produced a small bag.

"What's that?" Trowa asked, although he could guess.

Out of this bag, Heero pulled out a small tube of lubricant and two condoms. Noting the look on Trowa's face he explained, "Less mess for the janitors."

Trowa laughed. "Like a boy scout, you're always prepared," he took one of the condoms.

"Wait," Heero said. There's a trick to this that Duo taught me. He took the condom from Trowa and opened it. Then he opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed some of the lube into the reservoir tip of the condom. He then slide the condom on Trowa's cock. "It will add more sensation," he said as he continued to unroll the condom on Trowa's aching member.

He could feel the difference. It wasn't like his cock was in a rubber vise, the lubricant surrounded the head of his penis making it more sensitive, there was more friction. While marveling at the sensation he hadn't noticed that Heero had put his condom on as well.

Heero pulled Trowa back to him with a bruising kiss, his hand stroking Trowa's member. Trowa bucking into the hand. He pulled back to whisper in Trowa's ear, "Take me."

Trowa pulled the lubricant off the shelf they had laid it on and slicked up his fingers. Heero helped by propping one leg on a nearby shelf to help splay himself open to Trowa. With great gentleness, the first finger slide in with very little resistence and began stroking in and out of his entrance. Heero moaned and whispered. "More." And second and soon third finger joined in gently stretching and periodically caressing Heero's prostate, enjoying every moan that caress would elicit.

The look in Heero's Prussian blue eyes told Trowa that he was ready. And with that knowledge, the fingers were removed and something larger and longer replaced them. As he plunged in at a slow, gentle pace, Heero rasped out, "Not gentle, Trowa. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Please?" Trowa nodded and one quick movement slammed into Heero's body.

Heero tensed for a second and he tried his best not to cry out in sheer joy because when Trowa plunged he aimed straight for Heero's sensitive spot. Like a piston, Trowa began to repeatedly pump into Heero driving him higher and higher. Heero's feet were no longer on the ground because his legs were wrapped tightly around Trowa's waist. Trowa hands were holding him by the ass and he hoped with the force of the strokes they wouldn't break down the door they were leaned against.

Sweat pouring off their bodies, no longer caring if anyone heard them, their moans and cries got louder. Trowa sensed that Heero was close to completion so he began to roughly stroke Heero's erection in time to his rhythm.

"Trowa!" Heero cried as his seed released into its latex prison. Trowa gasped as he pumped into Heero a few more times before the rhythmic pressure on his cock could take no more and soon his release followed. He collapsed against Heero briefly trying to catch his breath.

Slowly they disengaged and Heero removed both his and Trowa's condoms with care tying the ends so nothing could spill. He found a box of tissues in the room and quickly cleaned Trowa and himself. He grabbed another tissue and put the condoms in it camouflaging them, before tossing them in the trash.

Trowa smiled at this. "Guess you and Duo did this quite a bit," as they began to put their clothes on.

"Some. Does it bother you if I talk about Duo?" Heero asked, looking closely into Trowa's eyes.

"No, it doesn't. You don't talk about him very much," Trowa said truthfully.

"No, I don't," Heero said, "But I don't hear you talking about Quatre much either."

Trowa shrugged. "We can talk about them if you like. I figured it might not be something you'd want to talk about."

"I guess it's something we should discuss at some point," Heero said before glancing at his watch. "But now isn't the time. I have to get back to work," he groaned.

"And I have to get back on the hunt," Trowa nodded his head. "We'll talk tonight."

Heero kissed Trowa's jaw. "Yes. Tonight." Giving the small supply room a quick once over to make sure they weren't leaving anything behind or made the room look any worse than it was before, they left the room. Heero walked Trowa out. "You will keep me informed."

"Of course," Trowa said as he headed for his car. "See you tonight." He got in and drove off.

'What a wasted lunch,' Trowa chuckled to himself, 'Okay, NOT wasted, but we didn't get to discuss the Nichols situation.' Trowa felt he had a solid lead in the case. There was a gun show not too far out of town. Although guns were now illegal, there were traveling shows everywhere that posed as traveling exhibits. These shows always brought out someone willing to sell some of their "undisplayed" wares under the table. That would be the only way someone like Nichols would be able to amass enough arms to start his "New Horizon" revolution.

He would just have to send Heero some encrypted email explaining the situation. He was sure Heero wouldn't be thrilled with him going off by himself. Especially since Nichols knew Trowa's face. They knew each other while Trowa was undercover as an OZ soldier during the war. Nichols didn't trust him and spent much of his time trying to make Trowa's life a living hell without Une's knowledge. But she picked up on that fact and called Nichols on it several times. Trowa didn't care if Nichols recognized him or not. He just knew he was going to kill him. Period.

Trowa stopped at his apartment to grab a quick shower, change of clothes and leave Heero the message. Although he and Trowa have been virtually inseparable, they still maintained separate residences. Clean from his shower and wearing a towel, he walked over to his computer and sent Heero the encrypted message. As he got dressed, he sought out the lockbox hidden in his bedroom. Opening the box, he pulled out a gun and its ammo clip. He placed the bullets into the clip before loading it into the gun and making sure the safety was still on. He put on a shoulder holster, placed the gun in it and placed a bulky looking coat over his ensemble.

His computer beeped. He walked over and decrypted the message that read: I'LL MEET YOU THERE--H.

"Damn," Trowa said aloud. He shouldn't have been surprised, but he hoped to have a fair running start before Heero read the message. He raced out of his apartment, got into his car and sped the whole way to the gun show.

Heero rushed out the office without a word to anyone.

The gun show had many different types of guns on display from as far back as the nineteenth century to the last examples of firearms of the last war. Mostly the audience consisted of former gun collectors who were forced to relinquish their prize collections in a show of peace who sadly wished they still owned their collections, former soldiers thinking back in remembrance and crackpots who just love firearms.

Trowa now was divided with keeping an eye out for Nichols and one for Heero. Before long while looking at a tiny gun called a derringer, a familiar voice said in his ear, "Well, well, isn't this a small world, Trowa."

Trowa didn't need to turn around to know it was Nichols. He also knew he had no choice but to go wherever he was being led because he could feel the muzzle of a gun firmly in his back aimed near a kidney.

"Let's go for a walk, 03," Nichols said casually as they left the large tent that housed the gun show into a neighboring field. "What brings you to my little corner of the world, 03?"

Trowa turned to look at the man who got to him through a slip of his concentration. "Why you, of course, Nichols."

"For what purpose? I know you have no interest in joining my New Horizon organization," Nichols said.

"I've come to kill you," Trowa said in a level voice.

"Kill me?" Nichols laughed. "Well, I must say if that was your motive you've done a lousy job of it."

"The night is still young," Trowa said calmly.

Nichols continued to laugh. "What a waste. You would be great for my organization. I need good mercenaries and I suspect you would be one of the best."

"One gets tired of killing, Nichols."

"Obviously, you don't or else you wouldn't be here trying to 'kill me'," he smiled.

"I'm here to kill you for personal reasons," Trowa shrugged.

"Those being?"

"Me," a voice said from behind Nichols' back.

Nichols smiled and angled himself so he could see the hidden speaker while he continued to train his gun on Trowa. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite toy, 01. Do join the party."

"Omae o korosu," Heero said with a flash of anger.

"I don't think so. You may get a shot off, but I will still manage to kill your friend here."

"I don't care if I die. Kill him, Heero," Trowa said calmly.

Nichols laughed. "He won't do it, fool. Did he tell you of our marvelous time together, 03? He is quite something, don't you agree?"

"Shut up!" Trowa said angrily. It's the first flash of emotion he showed to Nichols the entire exchange.

"My men enjoyed him greatly as well. Of course he was more willing by the time they got to him."

"Don't make me say it again," Trowa said.

"Or what? You'll shoot me? I don't think so," Nichols said as he casually ignored Heero and walked over to Trowa to grab the gun that was holstered inside Trowa's jacket. "I thought you looked a little bulky, stick boy."

Trowa wanted to grab Nichols when he was close, and Nichols must have sensed that which was why the gun as he approached Trowa was aimed at his heart. Heero stood with his gun still trained on Nichols but his eyes were far away, lost in painful memories.

A shot fired making Nichols drop the gun in his shooting hand. He looked up quizzically at Heero who was still standing like a statue. He knew Trowa hadn't shot him because he was holding that boy's gun in his...

Another shot rang out injuring his other hand and forcing him to drop the other gun. "What the--"

"Hello, Nichols," a new voice said.

He looked towards the source of the voice. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a nuthouse somewhere?" he glared.

Une smiled, "I'm all better, thank you for asking Nichols. I'm afraid you are in a bit of trouble right now."

"I don't think so," he said as he bent down to pick up his gun. One last shot fired out, striking him in the chest and killing him instantly.

"I beg to differ," Une said coldly. She walked over to Nichols body and checked for a pulse knowing she would find none. Trowa had walked over to Heero to take the gun out of his shaking hand. The shots had snapped Heero back to reality. Trowa and Heero walked over to Une.

"How did you know where to find us?" Trowa asked.

"I followed Heero," Une said. "I didn't want either of you to have to assassinate this scum," she spat out staring at the prone body of Nichols.

"I don't understand," Heero said.

"You both have bright futures, taking his life in wartime is one thing, but in a time of peace it's a criminal offense," Une continued, "I didn't want to be forced to turn any of you in for killing him."

"What about his organization?" Trowa asked.

"Finn and Wilby have been doing a fine job of finding Nichols' followers. That was what I assigned them to do because I knew you or Heero would find Nichols," Une said. She called Preventer Headquarters. "I need a team out here stat. I'll leave the tracer on so you can come to this location. Une out."

"Do you feel any remorse?" Heero asked hesitantly.

Une looked at him. "For killing him?" She laughed. "Are you afraid that I've reverted to my old ways? In an earlier life if I were the General, the answer would be no. If I were the Lady the answer would be there is no beauty in killing anyone so the answer would be yes. But as me, myself and I became just Une, I'd have to say, he had many opportunities to turn his life around and he never took them. He tortured and humiliated others with no regard or care, I can't say I regret it at all."

"You knew of ..." Trowa started.

"My other selves back then? Not a first. I think we started to become me when I was shot by Tsubarov. I had to accept that I could be both tough yet fair without compromising my ideas or Treize's. I knew that you were always kind to me Trowa regardless of who presented themselves to you. Nichols showed me pity at sometimes and just plain insubordination at other times. He never attempted to see the balance I was trying to maintain, but I think you did."

"What about this?" Trowa asked as sirens approached them.

"Don't worry about this. You two should go now. I'll take care of everything," Une said.

"But.." Heero said.

"I'm serious gentlemen. Leave. Now," Une said with authority as she walked towards the police car with her hands up in the air and the gun held aloft in a harmless position.

Trowa and Heero left the scene unnoticed.

"I can't believe I froze up like that," Heero said ashamed. "He could have killed you or Une."

Trowa took Heero's hand as they walked towards Trowa's car. "It was understandable. This was why I wanted to be the one to handle this."

"You knew I'd do that?" Heero looked up at him.

"Let's just say there could have been two outcomes. You could have showed up with guns a-blazing. Or you could have froze. I didn't like either prospect," Trowa said.

"Hn," Heero nodded. "Were you serious about not caring if you died earlier?"

Trowa looked at his lover. "If it would have brought you peace to kill him, yes, I was willing to die to let you achieve that."

Heero pulled him into an embrace. "I'm glad I didn't do it. I would have missed you greatly. Ai ..."

Trowa put a finger to Heero's mouth. "I know. Don't jinx it by saying it aloud." He leaned in and kissed the lips he silenced.

The next morning after Heero had his first peaceful sleep without nightmares, he and Trowa turned on the television.

"The head of the peace organization, The Preventers has been released from jail today on bond for the killing of one former OZ soldier, David Nichols. Nichols was responsible for a terrorist organization that had claimed responsibility for several bombings all over Europe and Asia. The other members of the group have been arrested for terrorist acts. Until the trial, Ms. Une is suspended from her duties as head of the Preventers, an organization that has been preventing disruptions to world peace for the past five years," the reporter droned, while Heero and Trowa watched the video of Une getting out of a police car and later getting out of jail with Sally and Noin walking with her.

"I hope she knows what she's doing," Heero said as he watched the television.

"She's like us, Heero," Trowa said. "She's a survivor. She'll survive this."

Heero looking at the confidence on the face of the woman that was once his enemy and was now a friend that he owed a great debt to, said, "I'm sure you're right."

~OWARI~

More Notes:
Okay, I'm not a great fan of rape fics, or of "healing sex" . Thus arguments as to why Heero can dream about his rape one moment then let Trowa have his way with him the next goes unexplained by me. Okay, not really. My theory? Heero tries to play off that his attack doesn't effect him (although it does attack his subconscious in dreams). Trowa is aware that Heero is more bothered than he's willing to let on. Heero trusts (and yes loves) Trowa and he somehow suppress memories of his attack while enjoying carnal acts with Trowa. If I were to go for verite in this fic and make it super angst-like, there would be no sex at all between Trowa and Heero. But since the whole genesis of this fic started as a PWP, I kind of let that super depressing stuff kind of slide by. Besides in this case I was more interested in wiping out the bad guy than exploring that avenue.

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