Disclaimer: Trowa, Heero, Duo, Quatre and Wufei do not belong to me, although I bloody well wish they did! Unfortunately, Bandai and Sotsu have that privalige.
I don’t look up from my book when I hear the door open. I know it’s him. Quatre always knocks first as does Wufei while anyone would hear Duo coming a mile off, so that little process of elimination narrowed the identity of the intruder down to just one person. Heero. I keep my eyes fixed on the page, not acknowledging his presence although I had stopped paying attention to the words in front of me some time ago. I listen as he moves quietly about the room that we share, hear the soft sounds of discarded clothing hitting the floor. I resist the temptation to smile, keeping my face purposely neutral while straining my ears for further clues of his activities.
Even though my senses are alert, I can’t help the small shudder that runs through my body when he places his hands on my shoulders. My breathing hitches slightly at his touch and my fingers tighten on the book. He leans down a little in order to nuzzle my cheek and I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. One of his hands moves up to my chin, turning my face slightly so that he can look at me. We’re close, our noses almost touching and now I feel his breath fanning over my lips.
“I take it the mission went well,” I state.
“Hnn,” is all he says in reply, not moving his gaze from mine. I look into his eyes, staring into the blue depths before me. My tongue darts out over my lower lip, wetting it and the next thing I know, Heero’s lips are crushed against my own, his own tongue pushing its way inside my mouth. I willingly open up to him, letting my eyes slip shut as I melt into the kiss. It’s soft and languid and I sigh into his mouth, allowing him to explore. I’m vaguely aware of one of my hands coming up to tangle in the dark hair at the back of his head, stroking through the thick strands.
When I break the kiss, both of us are breathless and I let my tongue flick over his mouth, lapping at his upper lip. The book falls from my grasp, forgotten and he pulls away from me a little to pick it up from where I dropped it on the floor.
“Good book?” he questions.
“Hnn,” I offer, more interested in him right now. The corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly before he places the book back down. He pulls me to my feet and then leans up slightly to meet my lips again. The fierceness of his kiss surprises me enough for him to manoeuvre me blindly across the room. I stop when I feel the backs of my legs hit something, presumably the bed and he releases my mouth for a moment to question my halt. He smirks when he realises where we’ve ended up. He places both of his hands flat on my chest, his thumbs gently stroking my nipples through the fabric of my sweater and I close my eyes at his touch.
His unexpected shove sends me backwards, landing on the bed in an undignified sprawl and he’s quick to climb up after me, lowering himself down on top of me and fastening his mouth to mine again for another savage kiss. I moan into his mouth, my arms wrapping around him, my hands clenching in his shirt and wishing for the feel of his skin instead.
Heero releases my lips and I voice my protest only to have him quiet me with a nip at my chin. I gasp sharply when he makes his way down to my throat, kissing and licking at the spot where my pulse resides and I can’t hold back my moan when his teeth close down on my skin. I feel him tug at the hem of my sweater and I raise my arms for him, arching up so that he can rid of me of it.
My own hands aren’t idle and I reach up to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, coaxing them out of their hold as he tugs the sweater over my head. It causes my bangs to fall into my eyes and I toss my head, wanting a clear view of his face. I hear him chuckle softly and I offer him a small smile in return as his hand moves up to my face, brushing my hair away to the side in order to expose both my eyes.
I jolt suddenly when I feel the fingers of his free hand brush over my nipple and I go back to my abandoned task of ridding him of his shirt. I finally get the rest of the buttons undone and slide the material off of his shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. He keeps himself occupied toying with my nipples, wringing soft moans from my throat as he pinches the sensitive nubs.
“Don’t do that, it’s distracting,” I manage to gasp out as my fingers dig into his shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry,” he smirks, not sounding in the least apologetic. “Would it be better if I did this?”
Heero ducks his head and I cry out loud when I feel his tongue bathing each of my nipples in turn, moaning his name when he bites gently and I rake my nails down his back. I squirm slightly as he kisses his way down my chest and I bite my lip when I feel his tongue dip into my belly button.
“Mmm, Heero…lower,” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his unruly hair in an attempt to direct him further down my body.
“So damned impatient,” I hear him mutter in between dropping kisses over the skin of my stomach and I arch my hips towards him. He takes the hint however and he draws down the zipper of my jeans slowly. I groan in a mixture of relief and frustration, wanting him to speed this up a little, but I know he delights in tormenting me.
I prop myself up on my elbows and stare down at him. “In your own time,” I tell him with an arch of my eyebrow and a quirk of my lips. His expressions darkens and he surprises me yet again when he takes hold of the waistband and yanks hard, divesting me of my jeans and almost ripping them in the process. I fall back down on the bed, holding back a moan when my boxers receive the same treatment and I feel the cool air rushing over my heated skin.
He draws away from my body and my brow creases in a frown, but I keep my eyes closed. He prefers it this way; he likes to be in control and who am I to deny him what he wants?
I feel his weight lift from the bed and I sigh, wondering what he’s up to. I bite my lower lip again; a nervous habit and I shift my hips on the bed, aching to be touched. I open one eye a little and see him over by the dresser with his back to me and I close my eyes once more.
My hand moves almost of its own will, snaking its way down my chest and between my thighs, but before I can touch the part of me that’s crying out for attention, I feel him grab hold of my hand and pull it away.
I’m aware of the dip in the mattress as he settles himself back onto the bed, feel his hands grasp my hips, keeping me steady. The next thing I know, his mouth has engulfed the length of my swollen cock and my eyes fly open in shock as I call out his name. He draws back to flick his tongue over the tip, teasing me and I groan in frustration, trying to buck my hips up, but his hold is secure and I can only toss my head from side to side on the pillow, clenching my fingers in his hair.
He continues to torment me for another few minutes, running his tongue along the underside of my cock, suckling the tip and sometimes swallowing my shaft whole, slowly driving me insane. I try to keep as quiet as I can, all too aware of the other occupants of the house, but I’m helpless to stop the soft moans and pants that emerge from my throat.
I arch my back when I feel a finger teasing my entrance; feel the slickness of the lubricant as he begins to prepare me. I moan slightly when his mouth leaves me, but he doesn’t leave me hanging as he slides another finger inside of me, rubbing against my sweet spot. I can do nothing more than claw at the back of his neck, garbling out a stream of nonsense words where only the sound of his name is identifiable. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thank whatever God if listening that Heero is such a great multi-tasker; I’m too lost in the moment to do anything other than feel.
I whimper in disappointment when he withdraws his fingers, then groan my approval when he makes his way back up my body and settles himself over me. His cock pushes at my entrance and I wrap an arm around his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine for a kiss, drowning my sounds of passion as he thrusts into me. He stops for a moment when he is fully sheathed inside of me, his sweaty forehead resting against mine as he waits for me to adjust. I tear my lips from his for air and buck my hips against him, wanting more. He obliges me, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back home again, driving the breath out of my lungs with every thrust.
He slowly builds a rhythm and I am so lost in how good he’s making me feel that it takes me a while for me to notice the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. One of my arms releases its hold on his waist as I reach behind me, managing to pull a pillow from behind me and shove it between the headboard and the wall to muffle the noise we’re making.
He halts his movements suddenly, his forehead creased with the strain of keeping his hips still and I writhe beneath him in an attempt to get him to continue. His gaze locks on mine and the grin that spreads over his face is a cross between evil and mischievous as he reaches behind me to pull the pillow free and toss it to the floor. My eyes widen and then fall shut again as he chooses that moment to drive forcefully back inside me.
The headboard continues to bang against the wall in time to his thrusts and I can’t decide whether I’m embarrassed or turned-on from the fact that the rest of the pilots will clearly be able to hear for themselves what Heero and I are doing. Heero obviously doesn’t seem to have a problem with it and I force my eyes open to look at him and I see his own eyes dancing with merriment.
“Let me hear you, Trowa,” he whispers, brushing the hair back from my forehead which is damp with sweat. I clamp my lips together and shake my head, which only succeeds in driving a harsh bark of laughter from him. “Gonna make me work for it, huh?” He punctuates that question with a forceful slam of his hips and my mouth opens on a long moan. He groans his approval and angles his hips so that the next time he thrusts into me, he pushes against my sweet spot to which I respond by digging my nails into his skin and wailing his name.
A sudden banging noise startles me into looking up at the ceiling, wondering what had caused it. I glance at Quatre who is sitting across from me paused in mid-sip, his own head cocked slightly to ascertain where the sound is coming from.
“What do you think that could be?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly.
I shrug dismissively, taking another gulp of my own beverage. Coffee, not that girly herbal tea or whatever it was that the Q-man was so fond of drinking. Anyway, it was probably Wufei practising some fancy footwork or something.
The next noise we hear is louder than the last and again, I thought it was just old Wu getting re-acquainted with his darling punch bag, but when the banging continues, I feel realisation growing along with the grin on my face. I glance at Quatre again and I only grin harder at what I see. He had apparently figured out what was going on too if his glowing cheeks and the way he tried to hide in his teacup was anything to go by.
“Y’know, for two guys who are as quiet as they are, they sure as Hell make a lot of noise when they make love,” I comment idly, raising my voice to be heard over the sound of the rhythmic banging coming from upstairs.
“Maybe we should go someplace a little quieter,” he stammers, setting the teacup down on the table and getting to his feet, almost knocking his chair over in his nervousness.
“You go ahead,” I say with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I’m staying right where I am. Spandex kid and his clown boy should show more consideration towards the rest of us. The walls in this old house aren’t that well insulated.”
The noise stops for a moment, causing me to wonder what’s going on, but it doesn’t take too long for it to start up again and I almost choke on my coffee when I hear a rather loud, “Heeeerrroooo!” I burst into a fit of laughter. Hell, I never even knew Trowa could yell he was so silent most of the time.
Quatre keeps looking back and forth between the door and the ceiling, wringing his hands in a way that makes me laugh even harder.
“Ah, come on, Q. If they didn’t want us to know what they were up to, they wouldn’t be so loud about it.” I get up from my seat and guide him back to the table. “Tell you what. You get out that nifty little pocket watch of yours and we’ll see how long it take for them to shut up.”
“Duo!” he exclaims, eyes wide. I don’t know what he’s more shocked by, what I just suggested, or what was going on upstairs. I just snicker, sitting back down at the kitchen table and looking over at the clock on the wall.
I’ve long since stopped caring about the noise we’re making, instead focusing all my attention on Heero. His gaze never strays from mine, though it’s a struggle for me to keep me eyes open. It’s times like this when the two of us are making love that I see the real Heero Yuy, the way that he looks at me, the smiles he reserves just for when I’m around. He’s never looked more gorgeous; mouth open and panting, pupils dilated with desire, his hair even wilder than it usually is.
I try to tell him how beautiful he looks in this moment, but all I can manage is his name and a few moans right now. He still doesn’t look away as he pumps into me, but my own eyes close and I hiss with pleasure when he guides my hand to my own arousal. The added stimulus pushes me even closer to the edge and I grip tightly to his shoulder with my free hand while the other roughly strokes the length of my cock in time to his thrusts.
It doesn’t take much longer for me to reach orgasm and I arch my back, gritting my teeth tightly and groaning his name as I come. It’s then that he picks up his speed, bracing himself above me and shoving into me hard and fast seeking his own release. He spills himself inside of me with a hoarse yell before he collapses on top of me, trembling and breathing hard.
I don’t know how long I lay there with him sprawled on top of me, my hands smoothing down his hair, but eventually, he rolls off of me and to the side, immediately pulling me close again. His face is totally relaxed and it makes me smile that he is willing to let himself be vulnerable around me. I sigh and kiss the top of his head and he gives a small grunt, seemingly on the verge of falling asleep.
“Well that should give the others something to talk about,” he murmurs as he blinks up at me tiredly.
“I dare say we did,” I reply with a small chuckle. “I never figured you for an exhibitionist, Heero. Next you’ll be telling me you want to move this act to the big top.”
“Hnn,” he responds, closing his eyes again. “I don’t think Catherine would approve somehow.” I laugh again, but he’s already drifted off. I reach down to untangle the covers, pulling them up over us as best I can before giving in to my own weariness and joining him in his state of slumber.
Well, it’s been some time since Trowa and Heero finally finished up their lovin’. I don’t think Quatre will ever be able to look at either of them in the same way again. I was still laughing at it later on that afternoon while I was taking a shower. Just over a couple of hours have passed by, so I figure it’s safe to be around them again.
“Hey, Tro, lend me some of that hair gel will ya?” I say loudly, pushing open the door to their room. I’m surprised when I see that they’re still fast asleep, although I guess I shouldn’t be really. Recovery time and all that.
I tiptoe across to the dresser and get what I’m looking for. Usually they’re the lightest sleepers I know, but neither of them stirs at my intrusion. I smile at the picture they make, the sheets pulled loosely around their waists, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Trowa even has a tiny smile on his lips which I find amazing considering the fact that he almost never smiles. I suppose it’s nice to know that he, and Heero too can become well…human around each other.
I think I must be allergic to peace and quiet or something, but I can’t keep the wicked grin off my face as I step closer to the bed. I loom over them slightly and grab hold of my still-wet hair, wringing it out in my hands so that both of them are splattered with cold water.
Trowa sputters and sits bolt upright, looking confused and disorientated while Heero opens his eyes and gives me one of his patented death glares as I hurriedly skip across the room, making myself scarce.
“Duo! I swear to God I will KILL YOU!” he bellows as I slam the door behind me.
Yeah right. Where have I heard that before?
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