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The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, Heero grunting softly as he slammed into Trowa again and again. Soft moans and whimpers emerged from Trowa’s throat as he clung to Heero, meeting his every thrust.
“God, Heero…harder…faster…”
Heero obeyed his lover’s pleas, pounding into the taller boy so hard, he feared he might hurt him, but if Trowa was feeling any pain, he certainly wasn’t complaining about it.
He urged Heero on with breathless moans of encouragement; his small mewls of pleasure exciting Heero even further. He kept his eyes fixed on Trowa’s face, watched his every expression as he fucked him mercilessly.
Trowa’s eyes were tight shut; his cheeks flushed crimson, his mouth open and panting for air. He arched beneath Heero, writhing and gasping, his features twisted into a grimace of pleasure. Heero allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction at the sight.
He loved it when Trowa was like this, loved to see how willingly Trowa gave himself up to him. Heero leaned down slightly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he breathed in Trowa’s ear, his smile widening when Trowa shook his head, wrapping an arm around his neck in an attempt to keep Heero close to him.
Heero nuzzled the side of Trowa’s neck before closing his teeth down on the soft skin. Trowa groaned and bucked against him in response, his hand trailing up the back of Heero’s neck and into his hair, tightening his fingers almost painfully.
Heero bit down harder, knowing all too well that he’d leave a mark behind. Trowa didn’t seem to care though; he just spurred Heero on with sharp cries of pleasure. He could feel Trowa’s neglected erection rubbing insistently against his belly and Heero pushed a hand between their sweat-soaked bodies, his fingers closing around the other boy’s hardness.
Trowa voiced his approval, arching his back and running his hands down Heero’s spine, coming to a stop at Heero’s ass, digging his nails into the pliant flesh and urging Heero to move faster.
Heero growled in response, his hips driving against Trowa’s with considerable force. “Mine…” he breathed against Trowa’s neck.
“Yes…” Trowa moaned, turning his head slightly to allow the other boy better access to his flesh. “Mmmm, Heero…love…you…”
“You…too,” Heero ground out, clenching his fingers tighter around Trowa’s cock and beginning to pump him roughly in time with their thrusts. “Come for me…”
Trowa cried out at the extra stimulation, his body convulsing as he came, spilling himself over Heero’s hand as he called the other boy’s name.
Heero gripped his hips tightly, slamming into Trowa hard, his thrusts fast and unchecked as he sought out his own completion. “Ohhh, Trowa…so…good…” He stiffened, crying out Trowa’s name before bellowing, “MARRY ME!” as he came.
For a while, Trowa just lay there panting, Heero heavy atop him as he fought to catch his breath. For a minute there, he could have sworn Heero had yelled for him to marry him. Trowa frowned and wrinkled his nose. Impossible. He must have imagined it.
He shifted slightly, Heero’s weight turning from being comforting to being just plain heavy. Trowa poked him in the shoulder, hoping for a response. “Heero,” he hissed. “Dammit, don’t tell me you’ve fallen asleep already.”
“Hnn,” was the other boy’s soft response. Trowa sighed and hooked his arms under Heero’s, rolling them so that the smaller boy was lying on his side. Heero made a small sound of discontentment as he slipped out of Trowa and he snuggled closer, preventing the taller boy from moving any further.
“Heero, let go,” Trowa said patiently. “I have to get cleaned up.” He rolled his eyes upon receiving no reply and tried to work himself free of Heero’s embrace, which was easier said than done. Even unconscious, Heero’s grip was still stronger than most and by the time Trowa had managed to break free; his breathing was heavy once more with exertion.
He cast a glare at Heero who was sleeping soundly, dead to the world. Trowa stumbled into the bathroom, cleaning himself up sufficiently enough before making his way back into the bedroom. Heero hadn’t budged and Trowa just shook his head in exasperation, climbing back into bed and laying down.
He pulled the covers over them both and couldn’t help but smile when Heero rolled over, promptly attaching himself to Trowa’s side. It didn’t take Trowa much longer to fall asleep, all memories of Heero’s proposal completely forgotten for the time being.
“Well, it looks as though congratulations are in order.”
Trowa glanced over at Quatre in confusion as he blearily poured himself a cup of coffee. “Congratulations what for?” he asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he walked over and took his place at the table.
“Your engagement of course,” Quatre said with a smile.
“My…what?”
“Oh, come on, Tro-man,” Duo laughed, lightly slapping Trowa’s arm. “You didn’t think we know already? It wasn’t like we didn’t hear a certain someone hollering out for you to marry him during the uh…shall we say throes of passion.”
A blush stained Trowa’s cheeks as he remembered the events of last night. So he hadn’t imagined what Heero had said. Still, he couldn’t have been serious…could he?
“Sorry about the noise,” he said, ducking his head in embarrassment.
Duo only waved a hand impatiently. “So, what did you say?” he asked eagerly.
“What did I…” Trowa stared at him blankly and Duo sighed.
“Jeez, I know it’s still early in the morning and you haven’t finished your coffee yet, but it isn’t that hard a question. Did you tell him yes or no?”
“I didn’t tell him anything,” Trowa replied, slightly unsettled.
“What?!” Now it was Quatre’s turn to stare at him in disbelief. “You didn’t give him an answer?”
“No because A: I didn’t think he was being serious and B: He fell asleep about five seconds after he’d said it,” Trowa told them irritably.
“But…but still,” Quatre protested. “He wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t serious, right? Heero’s not the type of person who’d joke around about something like that.”
Trowa merely shrugged. He looked up when he heard a familiar “Hnn,” of greeting. Heero was standing in the doorway and Trowa wondered how much he had heard. Heero only walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bowlful of blueberries before taking his place next to Trowa at the table. Trowa buried his head in the newspaper, forcing himself not to pay any attention to the other occupants of the room.
No one said anything until Wufei entered the kitchen. His eyebrows rose considerably at the silence and he poured himself some coffee, glancing over to where the others were already sat at the table.
Quatre and Duo were seemingly engaged in a silent conversation, glancing at each other and shrugging or shaking their heads. Wufei frowned and turned his attention on the other two. Trowa had his face firmly stuck in the newspaper and from what Wufei could tell, he was either very absorbed in what he was reading, or he was purposely going out of his way to ignore everyone. Heero was sitting next to Trowa, sneaking glances at the taller boy every now and again while playing around with a plateful of blueberries.
Wufei shook his head, feeling more than a little puzzled over their behaviour. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even snap at Duo when he called him “Wu-pert.”
He watched Heero out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out why on Earth the other boy was doing with those blueberries. After a few minutes of arranging the blueberries to his satisfaction, Heero pushed the plate over to Trowa and nudged the taller boy’s elbow.
Wufei leaned over in his seat a little, trying to get a better view. He almost snickered when he saw that Heero had managed to spell out, ‘MARRY ME’ with the blueberries and he waited to see how Trowa would respond. He was surprised when the taller boy merely frowned and placed the newspaper down, pushing his chair back and leaving the room abruptly. Heero only sighed, scooping the blueberries back into the bowl before getting up and going after Trowa.
“Would anyone mind telling me why those two are acting so weird?” Wufei asked, looking over at Duo and Quatre. Quatre only shrugged in response and Duo shook his head.
“You got me,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “As far as I can tell, Spandex Boy proposed to Trowa, but our little clown doesn’t appear to be too happy about it.”
“I don’t understand,” said Wufei with a frown. “They’re practically joined at the hip, they’re not shy about letting us know that they screw like bunnies every night, so why is Barton unhappy?”
“Maybe he doesn’t wanna get married?” Duo offered.
“No, I don’t think it’s that,” Quatre said thoughtfully. “I don’t think he really believes that Heero is being serious.”
“Why wouldn’t he be?” asked Duo. “Heero’s not the kind of guy to kid around like that.”
“No, Maxwell, that would be your job,” Wufei said archly as he took a sip of his coffee.
Duo just stuck his tongue out at him. “Well, I say we keep an eye on them,” he announced finally. “If only to find out whether or not Heero really was being serious.”
Later that afternoon, Trowa was about ready to scream in frustration. Heero was still bent on asking him to marry him and Trowa thought that he was taking the joke just a little too far. The blueberry message had been bad enough, but spelling out ‘MARRY ME TROWA’ in toothpaste on the bathroom mirror, calling the local radio station and announcing that he wanted to marry Trowa live on the air and then attempting to serenade Trowa on said radio station was just too much.
He finally collared Heero and glared down at the smaller boy, demanding to know what was going on. “I’m sure you’ve had a great time making jokes at my expense all day, but can you please stop now?” he said angrily.
Heero stared up at him in bewilderment. “I wasn’t making a joke,” he said quietly.
“I see,” Trowa said evenly. “So it must have been someone else who has done nothing but embarrass me today by asking me to marry him. Heero, be serious.”
“I am being serious,” Heero told him sternly. “I want you to marry me, Trowa.”
Trowa crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you drunk, Heero? Did you take some kind of drug that’s making you act in this way?”
“Fine,” Heero snapped. “You don’t believe me? You want me to prove myself to you? Then fine.” He pushed past Trowa and grabbed his jacket, flinging it over his shoulders before making his way downstairs.
“Heero, where are you going? Heero!” The sound of the front door slamming was the only response Trowa got. Trowa sank to floor feeling miserable. Maybe Heero really had meant what he’d said…For now though, Trowa could only sit there and wait for him to return.
“He’s still not back yet?”
Duo shook his head wordlessly and Quatre sighed, watching as Trowa paced the length of the living room floor. The phone had been practically glued to his ear when it became apparent that Heero wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. Trowa had already called all the hospitals in the area and given out Heero’s description, hoping that his wayward boyfriend hadn’t gotten himself into some sort of accident.
“Where do you think Heero could be?” Quatre muttered. “Trowa’s worrying himself sick. Do you think we should go out and look for him?”
Duo shook his head once more. “Trust me, when Heero makes himself scarce, he does a damn good job of it. All we can do is wait for him to decide to show up, I guess.”
Duo had only just finished his sentence when the door slammed open and a very wet, very bedraggled Heero Yuy stepped inside. Trowa all but flung himself at the smaller boy, almost shaking him in his rage.
“Where the Hell have you been?” he yelled. “I’ve been worrying over you all this time! Look at you you’re soaked. Heero, you’ll catch your death of cold. Come upstairs and–”
“Not yet,” Heero said, placing a finger against Trowa’s lips. “I still have something I need to do.”
Trowa could only watch as the smaller boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “How corny do you think this would be if I got down on one knee?” he asked self-consciously. Trowa just stared at him in shock, blinking rapidly as he reached out for Heero. Heero shook his head with a smile, awkwardly moving so that he was perched on one knee.
He looked up at Trowa and took a deep breath, grasping the taller boy’s hand in his own as he fumbled to open the box. “Trowa, I…I just wanted to ask you if…if you’ll marry me,” he said softly.
“Heero,” Trowa murmured, tightening his grip on the smaller boy’s hand.
“I’m as serious now as I’ll ever be. Yes or no, Trowa,” Heero prompted, managing a small smile.
Trowa gave a tiny nod in response. “Yes,” he whispered. “Heero, yes…”
Heero’s smile widened and he took the ring, shakily sliding it onto Trowa’s finger. Trowa yanked him to his feet and devoured his mouth in a brutal kiss, slamming him into the wall. When they finally parted, they were both breathing hard. Heero leaned up so that he could rest his forehead against Trowa’s. “I take it you believe me now then?” he asked teasingly.
“God yes,” Trowa breathed, ducking his head to kiss Heero once again.
“Oh, I see you two have patched things up,” Wufei announced as he made his way down the stairs. He looked at Quatre and Duo strangely who were seemingly intent on watching Yuy and his boyfriend making out in the hallway.
“He said yes!” Quatre all but squealed, grabbing Duo’s hand and dancing around in his excitement. “They’re getting married, Wufei, isn’t it wonderful?”
“Oh, they finally got that sorted out then?” Wufei said in relief. He glanced over at the happy couple that looked as though they were only seconds away from tearing off their clothes and consummating their passion right there in the hallway. Wufei shuddered and turned away, figuring he’d be able to congratulate them some other time. He decided to go back upstairs and barricade himself in his room. Once those lovesick fools got going, the whole house knew about it and Wufei wasn’t going to stick around for that.
He did allow himself a small grin as he glanced over his shoulder at them briefly before turning away. He knew they’d be happy together. If only they’d bother to invest in soundproofing though. Wufei had heard enough marriage proposals from those two to last him a lifetime.
End.