"Heero. HEERO! Stop!"

The voice was familiar, and held a snap of command. Normally quiet, it still held a habitual reserve but the military burr was discernable.

Heero stopped trying to bash the hapless bar patron's brains out the back of his skull and looked up.

Cobalt eyes, a bit dilated and even a bit red-rimmed widened, and, ridiculously, the Perfect Soldier smiled.

"Trowa!" he said.

Trowa Barton came to the astonishing but inescapable conclusion: Heero Yuy was shit-faced. He had never seen the Japanese boy indulge in alcohol, never. But then he hadn't seen him for a while, not since the end of the war. Maybe Heero during peacetime... Trowa mentally shook his head, it still didn't make sense but he was confronted with the facts. He heard sirens. The civil authorities would be arriving any minute and he had an uncomfortable feeling that they would not be overly understanding.

Reaching down, he peeled Heero's fingers from around the neck of the burly man who was hanging from that steel grip, already unconscious. "Come on, Heero. We need to leave now!"

Suddenly Heero was compliant and even obedient. "Hai." he said, half his mouth still smiling as if in reflex. This close, Trowa could smell his breath. Whew!

Though he knew the Japanese pilot's physical stamina was remarkable, he didn't have time to test how steady he was on his feet. Trowa simply grabbed his hand and then hauled the shorter boy over his shoulder.

Heero dangled there, looking around quizzically. "We goin' somewhere?" he asked as if mildly interested.

"Out the back," Trowa muttered, making for the back of the bar and finding the door that he knew had to be there. From thence to the alley, then to his bike. Fortunately Heero remained cooperative. He got on the bike behind Trowa and tucked his feet up. It was a little sticky missing the incoming police vehicles but Trowa managed through long practice. Having no idea what Heero was doing in this part of the Earth Sphere, he had no idea where to take him, so he headed for his own small room.

It was a temporary lodging and not overly large, but the neighbors minded their own business. Trowa was only staying here because Katherine had all but driven him away when the circus stopped for their three-month winter hiatus. "You need a vacation! Go!" she'd said, shooing him away. It was easier to do as she suggested than argue, so he went.

He guided Heero upstairs, and into the small apartment, noticing the Japanese boy's quiet. He seemed unfocused, blurred.

"What were you drinking, and how much?" Trowa asked, looking into those deep blue eyes again.

"They didn't have saki," Heero said distinctly. Then he smiled. "Hi Trowa!"

"Mmm, hi Heero. No I don't guess they would. So what did they give you?" Trowa asked patiently, noting a slight tremor run along Heero's shoulders.

"Synth... synth... something." Heero said, frowning.

Trowa blanched. "Synth-vodka?" It was the cheapest local drink and it was... pretty vile.

Heero nodded, then suddenly the color drained from his face. "Feel.."

Trowa moved quickly but he almost didn't get the small wastebasket in place in time as Heero slipped to his knees and suddenly emptied the contents of his stomach in about three serious heaves.

"Can you stand up?"

"Nani?"

"Can you stand up, Heero?"

"Hai."

Trowa breathed an inaudible sigh of relief as Heero, with only a couple of tremors, came to a standing position with remarkable grace. Trowa stripped the other boy's clothing from him quickly, and then removed his own.

"Trowa."

"Yes, Heero?"

"You're naked."

"I know, so are you."

"Oh. Hai."

Getting him into the shower wasn't too bad. Trowa soaped the familiar body quickly, noting that there were still traces of the scars from two years ago. Heero had grown a bit, but not much. He'd always be small and compact. Being this close and after not having seen him for so long was. almost surreal. It brought back the time they'd spent together after Heero had self-destructed. Suddenly standing under the spray of warm water with a now-clean Heero Yuy. Trowa felt his body awaken fully.

Heero must have sensed something, even in his somewhat blurred state. He turned in the water, looking up, then looking down.

"You're hard," he said distinctly.

"Yeah," Trowa said. "And you're getting there."

Heero nodded. He placed a hand on Trowa's well-developed chest. "Was looking for you," he said.

Trowa's eyes widened. "What? In a bottle of synth-vodka?"

He pushed Heero back against the tile wall of the shower. Heero almost slipped on the wet floor of the shower, but strong hands on his shoulders held him as they pressed him back.

"No," Heero said, his eyes staying locked to the green ones above him. "In the bar. They said you come there sometimes."

"I do," Trowa admitted. Heero had actually been looking for him. He didn't know what to think about it. But he knew what he thought about the body in front of his, wet and slick. Beautiful, just as it had always been. Water dripped from Heero's swirl of hair onto his cheeks.

Heero licked his lips. He lifted his chin a little, knowing what he wanted to happen but not sure how to make it happen.

Trowa's eyes caught the movement and sharpened, focusing on that lovely mouth. He thought about all the reasons he'd held back from this during that time so long ago. None of that mattered now. Heero had come looking for him, and had found him.

Pressing forward, Trowa made contact with Heero's body, slowly, all along his own, pushing him against the wet shower wall. He bent his head slowly, not missing the way Heero's eyes dropped, almost demurely, then opened wide. Trowa licked along Heero's upper lip, then lower lip, and the other boy's mouth opened in a gasp. Trowa's smile was lost as he took the opening, sealing his mouth to Heero's, invading immediately, burrowing with his tongue deep into the warm recesses of the Japanese boy's mouth.

Heero's hand clamped onto Trowa's body and the tall boy felt the strength, but the hands were not pushing, not fighting. They were pulling him closer. Their bellies met and pressed together and the electric heat was searing, the sensation of something velvet and hard sliding along his own length made Trowa feel a little savage and he plundered Heero's mouth even more deeply, pleased when the Japanese boy tried sucking on his tongue.

They squirmed together in the water, getting hotter and hotter. At last, Trowa drew back, watching Heero's head fall away, his eyes wide and almost... almost lost.

"Why, Heero?" Trowa said, not really sure he would get an answer. "Why me. Why now. Why not Duo?"

Heero's face flushed. "You're not with Quatre," he said slowly.

Trowa took a breath and nodded.

"But you want..." Heero began, and Trowa reached up and placed his palm across the other boy's mouth, silencing him.

"Yes," he said. "But I don't dare."

Heero looked back and in those deep blue eyes Trowa saw understanding. Impossible. Ridiculous. He dropped his hand.

"Me either," Heero said softly. "I don't... dare. I don't know anything. What to do, how to..."

Trowa's green eyes widened. He thought about it. He saw the Perfect Soldier watching him, open, vulnerable. He felt the body that squirmed just a little against his.

These were the terms.

Trowa smiled slightly. "Terms acceptable," he said clearly.

Heero closed his eyes in momentary relief. But once the emotional issues were eased, the physical ones became more urgent.

Trowa bent and kissed Heero again, deeply, drawing heat from him with skill that spoke of experience. Too much experience. It was this experience than made him feel hesitant around Quatre Winner. But this was what Heero wanted.

Heero responded instinctively, his hands moving restlessly up and down Trowa's back, his body, his aching cock rubbing against its counterpart. Trowa felt Heero shiver and nodded. He released the Japanese boy's mouth and let his own lips travel, capturing Heero's earlobe, teething on it, sucking it, feeling Heero gasp and respond almost frantically, not expecting the sensations that flooded him from this particular area.

Trowa kissed along the arched neck, licking, sucking the skin, teasing with his teeth, while at the same time he held Heero still. He dipped lower and licked one already-erect nipple, sucking it, nipping, then moving to the other. Heero groaned, and his muscles trembled. He tried to grind his hips against Trowa's and it felt delicious, but the green-eyed boy moved back after a moment.

Heero stayed where he was, panting a little, following the orders in those fathomless green eyes. Trowa nodded. Good.

"Kneel," he commanded softly.

Obediently, the Perfect Soldier slipped to his knees. He licked his lips. Trowa's cock was erect and at eye-level and Heero did not bother looking away, instead he studied it, felt another wave of heat move through him.

"Use your mouth," Trowa said. "Carefully, until you feel what you are doing. I'll guide you."

Heero nodded and place one hand against Trowa's stomach. He leaned forward and his tongue moved out, experimentally, tasting and feeling the hot, velvet flesh that was so tightly strained and so very hard. Trowa breathed in deeply, the contact sending trickles of pleasure up through his body. The mere sight of Heero kneeling in from of him, mouth open and slowly tasting his cock was almost enough to make Trowa come right there, but he exerted an iron control and held himself.

He gave Heero a few moments, then his hands moved around the Japanese boy's head and he held him, pushing himself slowly past those slightly swollen lips and into the warm wet mouth. "Suck," he said.

That warm enclosure moved around him obediently. It was incredible. He could feel everything, the active tongue, the soft palate above, the delicious suction. He held Heero's head and slid in deeper. then deeper. he felt Heero's mouth work around him, felt it when the tip of his cock began to cut off the other boy's air, felt the instinctive gagging. moved back, then moved forward again. then back, and forward. Slowly he felt the gagging lessen and subside, felt Heero begin to adapt. It was pure torture and it was glorious.

When he felt the adjustment, he began rocking his hips, thrusting in and out, and let his own pleasure spiral.

Heero slid his hand up, gently, curiously, and his fingertips grazed Trowa's balls.

That soft touch pushed Trowa over the edge. He cried out, and then pulled himself back, not all the way, but enough to spare Heero something unexpected down the back of his throat. The spurt of liquid sprayed across his tongue instead and then Trowa pushed himself back into the warm receptacle, then out, emptying himself.

The sudden spurt of salty fluid caught Heero by surprise but he didn't jerk away. He felt the stuff slide around his mouth and then quickly, he swallowed a little, hearing Trowa groan.

In a few moments, Trowa's hands pulled him up. The green-eyed boy's expression was amazing to Heero, he had never seen anything like it on Trowa's normally impassive face. Trowa wiped a little of the creamy stuff that had escaped from the corner of Heero's mouth. He kissed the Japanese boy deeply and then said, "That was good, Heero."

Heero Yuy found these words seemed to make him feel something he could not remember feeling before. His own cock was aching, and he reached down to touch it, trying to ease the fire.

"Not yet," Trowa said. "Come on, we're loosing the hot water." He turned the shower off and pulled Heero out of the enclosure, toweling him quickly, then doing a quicker drying job on himself. He pulled Heero into the small bedroom and over to the flat, cot-like bed.

Trowa pulled Heero down onto the bed, pushing him flat onto his back and stretching over him. Heero gazed up trustingly, sweat beading his forehead, and a flush staining his skin here and there. Trowa reached down into a small bag next to the bed rummaging around, Yes, there it was, where Katherine had slipped it. He hadn't thought he'd be using it. Heero watched Trowa, recognizing the preparations. He wasn't ignorant, just inexperienced. He read about it... enough to guess what the lubricant was for. The thought pushed another wave of heat through his body and he swallowed.

Trowa looked down immediately. "Scared?"

Heero shook his head.

"I was, my first time. But it's not so bad," Trowa said, and his quiet voice took on an odd vibration, almost a low purr.

Heero licked his lips and nodded. The words and tone made him feel even more vulnerable, but the feeling excited him. He had chosen Trowa, knowing he could trust the green-eyed pilot with his life. "Did you... did you want to do this before?" he found himself asking.

Trowa stilled and looked at Heero. "Yes," he said, and smiled. "Oh yes."

Trowa parted Heero's legs and knelt between them. He bent over the Japanese pilot and kissed him deeply, then trailed kisses down his chest, feeling Heero shiver under him. He reached down, wrapping his long fingers around Heero's cock. The other boy groaned softly. He began pumping the stiff flesh, and felt Heero tense and rock beneath him. Bending, he lapped his tongue across the tip, and then began licking around the shaft. Heero's cock was as well proportioned, as beautiful as the rest of him, a fact that Trowa had noticed some time ago. He swallowed the velvety rod, feeling Heero buck on the bed. Not too much, not too soon.

Trowa slid lubricant-coated fingers down between Heero's legs as he sucked slowly at the Japanese boy's cock. Those fingers trailed, then found and probed the small puckered opening. Heero tensed, but the sensation flooding him from Trowa's mouth warred with his body's instinctive reaction to the touch. Heero gripped the bed beneath him with both hands, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

One slippery finger pushed in, and Heero panted, but Trowa was still torturing him with long slow licks, and sucking. A second finger, then a third invaded almost before he knew what was happening.

Trowa curved his fingers slightly searching for the spot.

Heero bucked suddenly, gasping. That was it. Trowa smiled, lifting his mouth from Heero's throbbing cock and looking down to get the full picture as he thrust his fingers in again, hitting the pleasure spot, and saw the cobalt eyes go wide with shock and intense pleasure. The sight made the blood rush back to his own organ and it came to attention quickly. Heero bucked against his hand, his body wanting more. Trowa placed his free hand around the base of Heero's cock, and withdrew the other, long enough to position himself.

Heero's eyes locked onto his and he read need in them. Nodding, Trowa pushed inside, gasping at the tightness of the hot velvet sheath that enclosed him inch by inch.

Trowa gave Heero seconds to adjust, then seated himself the rest of the way until their bodies were flush against each other. Heero whimpered softly, then bit his lower lip.

"You are beautiful," Trowa said softly, and Heero's eyes widened still further in shock. His head moved from side to side in denial but Trowa didn't argue, he simply pulled almost all the way out, and then plunged in again.

The Japanese boy felt like paradise, so tight. his muscles quivering around Trowa's straining shaft. Trowa began thrusting rhythmically, increasing the pace slowly, pumping Heero's cock in the same action.

Heero squirmed and his inner muscles tightened.

"Faster?" Trowa asked, his voice rasping slightly. "Harder?"

"Hai!"

Trowa smiled and complied, loosening his restraint and pounding into Heero Yuy fast and hard, hitting that special spot with each thrust. Heero cried out and his body began to shudder. Something wet and warm spilled over Trowa's hand as he felt his own body surrender to the delicious friction, and he slammed deep into his lover, releasing inside Heero's passage, in wave after electric wave.

Afterwards they lay curled together on the narrow bed. Trowa pulled Heero's body against him, feeling amazingly relaxed.

After a while Heero moved, one hand idly moving down Trowa's side.

"That was... good," Heero said quietly. He leaned up to kiss the underside of Trowa's chin. "Arigato."

Trowa felt a laugh begin in his chest and muffled it against Heero's thick hair.

"What's funny?" Heero asked curiously.

"Tell me something," Trowa countered.

"Hai?"

"Why were you beating that poor guy's brains out?"

Heero frowned, trying to remember. A lot of that was part of the alcohol haze. "Um. I think he called you a name."

Trowa blinked.

"He heard me asking about you," Heero explained. "He said something. I don't remember. Oh, yeah, he called you a cocksucker."

Trowa managed to stifle that laugh. "I see."

Heero shrugged. "I'd forgotten about how I react to drinking."

"I doubt that," Trowa said calmly.

"Hn."

For some reason *that* was funny. "Sleep, Yuy."

"Yes, Barton."