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“Oooh, looks like someone got lucky!”
Heero blatantly ignores Duo as he takes his place at the table, picking up the newspaper and hiding behind it. I’d woken up before he had and luckily, none of the others were up yet. I wasn’t too sure if he’d want me hanging around after last night, so I decided to give him a little time alone to sort things through while I went downstairs to take care of breakfast. I was the one who always cooked, mainly because I was the only one who could.
Wufei was the first to come downstairs, Quatre following shortly after blinking the sleep from his eyes. Amazingly, it wasn’t Duo who had been the last to get up, that honour had gone to Heero. He had stumbled downstairs in his usual tank top and shorts, which had surprised me somewhat as the bruises on his neck and shoulder were clearly visible. I’d have thought he’d at least try and hide them, that’s the part that had me so confused. Or maybe he wanted them to be seen. But that didn’t make sense. Maybe he just didn’t care.
Whatever the reason, it was a struggle for me to remain as expressionless as always when the love of my life was sitting just a few feet away, the markings that had come courtesy of my own mouth plain as day. I’m starting to wish I’d stayed until he’d woken up. Maybe it pissed him off when he woke up to find that I wasn’t there beside him. To be honest, I had been afraid to stay in case he decided that it had all been a mistake, that he had regretted the whole thing. He hadn’t even looked my way since he arrived, which may have been a clue to how he was feeling that morning.
I glance over my shoulder to see Heero buried behind the newspaper. At least he isn’t ignoring only me; he isn’t paying attention to any of the other pilots either. Duo doesn’t seem to get the message though.
“Who gave you those hickeys, Heero?” he asks, a wicked grin on his face. He reaches over to yank the newspaper out of Heero’s hands so he can get a better look. Heero gives him a glare that would stop anybody in their tracks, but the fact that he’s currently blushing doesn’t make him seem too threatening.
“What’s this?” Duo crows, making me cringe. “The Perfect Soldier is blushing!” He breaks into a fit of laughter, almost doubling over in his seat.
“Shut up, Duo,” Heero growls as he makes a somewhat futile attempt to cover the side of his neck with one hand.
“So, who was it then, Heero?” Duo pushes.
“None of your God damn business.”
“Was it Relena?”
“Relena?” he chokes out sounding shocked and I resist the urge to laugh out loud at that one.
“Okay, so it wasn’t her,” Duo continues, noticing Heero’s expression. “Then who was it?”
“Duo, leave Heero alone,” I interrupt calmly. Besides, I think he’s suffered enough embarrassment for one day. I quickly serve breakfast then sit down at the table, hoping the food will distract Duo from his endless questions. No such luck.
“Do you know who Heero was with?” Duo queries leaning closer to me. I just stare back impassively, not bothering to reply. “Ahh, you’re not saying anything! That means you must know something. Come on, Tro, you can tell me,” he pleads, getting out of his seat. “You know Heero won’t spill the juicy details.”
I still don’t speak, as I know Duo’s deliberately goading Heero in an attempt to get some answers. He knows Heero well enough to know that interrogating the pilot of Wing is like drawing blood from a stone. You won’t get anything out of him unless he’s willing to talk. So Duo switches tactics and his attention elsewhere. He’s a lot smarter than people give him credit for, but it doesn’t make him any less annoying sometimes when he’s in pursuit of something that he wants.
“Please, Trowa? You know something, I can tell.” Duo wags his finger in front of my face, but I just bat it away. He grins and lowers himself in my lap, snaking an arm around my neck and I stiffen slightly. Now that was something I wasn’t expecting.
Both of us look up in shock when Heero jumps to his feet, almost knocking the table over. “Get the Hell off of him!” he snarls, clenching my fists and breathing hard.
Duo quickly vacates my lap with a small “eep,” his eyes wide as he stares at Heero in disbelief. “Hey, calm down, Heero,” he says, raising his hands in apology. “I was just having a bit of fun…” His voice trails off suddenly and his eyes dart back and forth between Heero and myself. I can almost see the wheels turning in his brain and finally something clicks. “You…you’re with Trowa?” he gasps.
I sigh, not seeing the point in denying anything at this point. I lower my head, letting my hair fall over my face so that I can see the other occupants of the room, but they can’t see me. Or at least my face anyway which is what I want. As long as they can’t see my expression, they won’t be able to tell what I’m thinking and that suits me just fine.
Heero slowly sits back down, unclenching his hands and I’m surprised to see that he’s shaking slightly. I dare a glance at the other pilots. I think Wufei is more surprised by Heero’s sudden outburst than what he’s just discovered, but Quatre…I’m startled when I find him staring at me in what looks like betrayal. His eyes are almost impossibly wide and it looks like he’s fighting back tears.
I’m trying to figure out why he’s reacting in this way, when I suddenly remember his request for my company yesterday. I’d said yes and that I’d see him later on that evening, but I’d completely forgotten about him when I stumbled across Heero in the shower. Dammit, how could I have forgotten about Quatre? I feel guilt over it, but also a little anger. I shouldn’t feel obligated to let anyone know where I am…well, maybe Heero. As much as I try and defend myself though, I can’t escape the fact that I let Quatre down. I know it was just a little thing of playing our music together, but I still let him down, I hurt him.
It doesn’t look as though he’s taking the news about Heero and I too well either. How do I manage to get myself into these situations? Heero’s pissed at me for not being with him when he woke up, Quatre’s pissed at me because I forgot about our duet last night and he also doesn’t seem too happy with what he’s just found out.
“Well, I guess you all know now.” We all turn to stare at Heero who seems to have calmed down somewhat. “It wasn’t the ideal way for you for you to find out, but at least you know.” He pauses for a moment and runs a hand through his already mussed up hair. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this. This is between Trowa and myself. Trowa, I’d like a word.” He rises from the table and exits the room and I follow, making sure not to look at anyone else on my way.
Heero leads me to his room and locks the door once we’re both inside. He goes to sit on the bed, but I stay by the door, uncertain of what he wants. I can’t read him right now, I can’t tell if he’s angry or upset, or just plain hates me and I wrap my arms around myself protectively.
“I woke up this morning and you weren’t there,” he says softly and I nod miserably. “Why?”
I don’t reply straight away, but when I do, my voice is so quiet that I can barely hear myself. “I didn’t think you’d want me to be there,” I tell him. “I thought you might need some space, some time alone to think about what happened between us.”
“That’s it then?” he asks with a frown.
“I-I was scared,” I whisper, looking away from him. I don’t move, don’t say anything although I can hear him moving in my direction, feel his presence standing right before me.
“Why were you scared?” he questions, standing only a few inches away from me. I’m disturbed by his close proximity and I hug myself tighter in response.
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind,” I finally reply. “I thought you might have regretted what we did. I just didn’t know how you’d react if you woke up and saw me next to you, so I left.”
“Trowa.” His voice is quiet and it sounds as though he’s sad. I flinch when he lifts a hand to touch my cheek. “I wanted to wake up beside you. I wanted to know that what we did yesterday was real and not just a dream. I just wanted to be with you.”
Startled by what he’s just said, I raise my eyes to look at him. He’s staring straight at me, his gaze unwavering. His hand moves to brush away my hair so that he can see all of my face. “Don’t hide from me, Trowa,” he murmurs. “Not now. Not after you’ve given me so much.” He gently pulls my arms away and moves closer to me, leaning into me and wrapping his arms around my neck. I’m so amazed by the fact that Heero is actively seeking comfort and from me no less that I barely notice when my own arms loosely circle his waist. He sighs in contentment and buries his face in the side of my neck, his hair tickling my nose.
We just stand there for who knows how long, just drawing strength from each other and finding comfort. Just being held by him is enough to make my worries melt away and I tighten my hold on him. He makes a small noise in response, nuzzling the collar of my turtleneck away so that he can press his lips against my skin. He begins sucking lightly and I smile in the knowledge that he’s marking me just like I did him.
My body starts to shake with silent laughter and he looks up at me, his gaze questioning. “Heero, why didn’t you cover up those hickeys I gave you earlier?” I ask suddenly.
“I forgot they were there,” he replies gruffly, the colour rising in his cheeks. “Duo was quick to remind me though.”
“So I noticed,” I say with a smile.
“Looks like I’ll have to start raiding your wardrobe,” he comments, tugging at my collar. My smile fades slightly and he’s quick to notice. “What’s wrong?” he asks, looking concerned. “I won’t borrow your clothes if you don’t want me to.”
“It isn’t that,” I tell him. “I was just remembering about when I thought that you might hate me.”
“Trowa, I could never hate you,” he says solemnly. “I love you.” His eyes widen as if he can’t believe the words that have just come out of his mouth.
“You do?” I breathe.
He still looks surprised, but he nods once. “Yeah. I do.”
“Well that’s convenient because I love you too,” I say shyly. The next thing I know, Heero’s lips are firmly locked on mine and I take that to mean he’s pleased with my answer. When we part, we’re both breathing hard and he rests his forehead against mine.
“Trowa?” I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing him speak my name.
“Hmm?” I mumble.
“Make love to me.”
“What? Heero, are you sure?” I gasp. I didn’t want to move things too fast and I never expected that he’d want more this soon.
“Please don’t make me beg,” he whispers. He draws back a little to touch his lips to my forehead. “Prove it to me. Show me how much you love me.”
I stare at him for a long minute before finally replying, “Mission accepted.”