Trowa had been almost off the base he was a spy on, before he came nose to chest with a ranking officer. The second of command on base actually. -Shit, can't I ever get a break?- Rather than showing his emotion, he craned his neck back and straightened his stance, only revealing a questioning "Sir?"

The officer peered down his nose at Trowa, a frown marring his countenance. "Where are you going at this hour?"

Trowa's brain froze for a second and he forced a slight blush for believability, turning his eyes slightly aside. He lowered his voice a bit. "It's private sir."

The officer was either dense, or enjoyed embarrassing the cadets. "Barton. What kind of private?"

Trowa was growling inside his head for the detainment, and cleared his throat a bit to stop it from showing in his voice, passing it off as nerves. "Personal private, sir."

Yes, there was no doubt now, the man had to be a sadist. "You have yet to answer my question Barton. Where are you going?"

Trowa had a sudden flash of brilliance, and he only hoped that whatever pilot he ended up springing this on didn't decide to shoot him, or otherwise inflict death upon his person. "I'm going to spend some private time with my boyfriend, sir."

The officer crossed his arms, studying Trowa closely, as though looking for lies. "Why can you not bring him on base so that you need not leave your post?"

Trowa's blush was rather real this time. It was both of annoyance and embarrassment, though he kept a straight face. "Because the activities we have planned are not appropriate for public, sir!" Trowa ground it out, trying not to let his anger show.

The officer *finally* was satisfied. "Dismissed, have a good time cadet." Without another word, the evil man who'd been hanging Trowa up headed back in the direction Trowa had come from.

Trowa took the opportunity to leave. He had almost reached the meeting place when he realized that he was being followed. -I just bet that bastard is making sure I'm doing what I say. He's been eyeing me since day one... Whoever you are, don't kill me for what I'm about to do.- Trowa slipped around the last corner, and was less than relieved to see Heero. The teen was likely the *least* receptive to his little idea. -I'm gonna die.- Mentally throwing up his hands, Trowa moved forward and wrapped his arm around Heero's waist, knowing he'd been seen. He leaned to whisper. "I've been followed."

Heero backed up a fraction as Trowa grabbed him, "By whom?" He tilted his neck in order to see behind him, still trying to figure out why Trowa had felt that being followed allowed his the right to grab him when there was no clear threat.

Trowa tightened his arm, feeling the tension in Heero's body as he pulled him against his chest, his other arm wrapping around his back. Turning so the slightly shorter teen was shielded from view, he dipped his head, making it look like he was moving to kiss Heero. "Got caught on my way off base, I'm rather sure the tail is making sure I'm going to get laid instead of doing exactly what we were going to do." Trowa said it in a whisper, leaning almost nose to nose with Heero. "You're not going to threaten to kill me, are you?" Trowa gave a bare smile then at his morbid joke. He doubted he would live to see morning with how he'd just grabbed Heero.

Heero was actually frozen stiff, first by the new contact with Trowa, then his words. "Get... laid...?" he repeated with his eyes a fraction larger than normal, voice shocked. "Kill... you...?" He was far too stunned to even push Trowa away.

Trowa's tiny smile widened a fraction, and he dipped his head to speak almost against Heero's lips. "Yes. I'm supposed to be off ravaging my boyfriend." Trowa could feel the eyes on them, and could also tell that if he didn't do something, the fact that he *wasn't* kissing Heero could ruin the farce. "Yeah, don't shoot me." Then he dipped his head, resting a light but long, kiss on Heero's lips.

Heero's eyes widened even further and, not surprisingly, he didn't kiss Trowa back. He put a hand on Trowa's chest and pushed him back so he could catch his breath. He was so startled he'd forgotten to breathe. "You have a boyfriend?" His disbelief was tangible as he shook his head a little to get his bearings.

Trowa actually chuckled at that, a low husky sound. "That's supposed to be you Heero." It was a murmur spoken almost directly in Heero's ear. "Lets go somewhere they can't watch us so closely."

"But I'm... I'm not your boyfriend..." Heero protested, using a soft voice as well, just in case there were eyes on them. "You told them I was?!"

"I didn't know who would be here, I had to tell the man something to let me leave." Trowa blushed, lifting his head and starting to walk backward with Heero towards the little park they had agreed would be best to talk in.

"I see." Heero nodded, adopting a stony expression as they walked while throwing little looks at Trowa like he'd lost his mind. -What the hell possessed him to say that? He could've just said he was going for target practice!-

Trowa finally eased back from Heero, taking his hand and threading his fingers, though he was tense, clearly expecting the other teen to take a swing at him the moment they were out of the crowd. He ducked into the dark little park, moving further, but he could hear they weren't losing the tail. -Damn it. They would know something was up if the man didn't come back too...-

"Trowa?" Heero questioned as his hand was grabbed. He looked carefully over his shoulder, scowling as he noted the tail. "We need a private place..."

"I'm aware of that. We can't do anything about him unless we want my cover blown, and we can't afford that." Trowa had pulled up to a halt, hiding behind a tree, and he noted the person stayed out of hearing distance. "If we whisper, he won't be able to hear us."

"Good." Heero nodded, dropping his voice to a whisper. "Did you find out anything about that bomb?" He had his head tilted close to Trowa's in order to speak in the quietest of tones. It was too dark to lip-read properly.

"Not yet, but I did hear something about some plans to do with a new suit design." He tilted his head to whisper in Heero's ear, hearing their little audience move around to see them better. "I think that fool can see us."

"Why is he following us?" Heero whispered somewhat angrily. "Do you think he suspects something?"

"I told you. He thinks I'm out here to get sex, and I'm sure the man is verifying my story back to the officer. He wouldn't let me leave until I made it clear that I wasn't just running off for a date." Trowa rested his cheek against Heero's. He wasn't eager to get shot upon returning, but his other prospects were adding up to about the same thing. "If we don't at least do something besides stand here then I'm not going to be able to go back, that officer is already leery of me. I'm sure he knows I would have noticed the tail." Trowa rested a chaste hand at the base of Heero's neck. "I should have waited longer to give you guys the information."

Heero flinched at the touch. "Why did you tell him s-sex? Couldn't you have said a date? Just tell him I got angry with you and didn't want to have sex... which isn't far from the truth actually..." Heero backed up until his back was against the tree they were standing by.

"Because when I implied date he tried to convince me I should bring you on base." Trowa lifted his head and shook it a little, hearing the rustle in the trees as the person who'd followed him moved a bit closer, and there was a faint murmur, like the person was reporting. "The man's a sadist. He's been looking for an excuse to shoot me, or at least throw me in a cell." It was barely even a whisper.

"Hn." Heero replied, scowling, he didn't want to risk saying anymore, fearing their tail was too close.

Trowa leaned back in, barely hovering from resting his forehead against Heero's. "So what're we going to do?"

Heero didn't look at Trowa as he spoke, "Have sex... I guess..." He shrugged one shoulder as though this were obvious.

Trowa blushed, widening, and then closing his eyes. "I haven't ever done that before Heero." It was low, and he moved the hand that had Heero's up his arm, touching the skin.

"Neither have I..." It was a defensive whisper. "Trowa, I thought you liked girls!" Heero spoke in a sharpened whisper as though it had just hit him, and likely it had.

Trowa cracked his eyes open and gave Heero a faint glare. "I could say the same about you."

"It's not important." Heero shook his head. "We're not supposed to be having relations, we're supposed to be fighting."

"And how could I make that convincing? I don't *lose* my temper." Trowa pulled back a little, moving his hand from behind Heero's neck to his shoulder.

"Are you implying that I do?" Heero raised his eyebrows at him.

Trowa hesitated, giving Heero a wary look. "I didn't say that... Just, I don't lose my temper." Meaning yes, just by his hesitation to say no.

"I'm not the one who told some stranger that I was running off to have an illicit rendezvous with his lover in the park! That's probably why he followed you!" Heero's voice was practically a hiss but still quiet.

"No, he followed me because I *didn't* say exactly that!" Trowa pulled his hands back from Heero, visibly trying to remain calm. -Is he really trying to pick a fight with me? It was the best I could come up with, damn it!-

"Then what exactly did you say?" Heero glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest.

"That I was planning activities with my boyfriend that weren't suitable for the public!" Trowa returned the glare, hands dropping to his sides and fisting.

"What possessed you to say something like that?" Heero rose his voice a fraction. He was convinced to have their voyeur thinking they were having a little lovers spat. -It wouldn't be that hard to believe would it? Lovers fight allot when one assumes the other will want sex, right?-

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." It was almost a growl, and Trowa looked almost annoyed. -He is! I can't believe he's actually picking a fight with me! The bastard couldn't think a better way around that than yelling at me??-

"How could you be so dumb as to assume the minute you got off duty you could just run off and have sex with me?!" Heero uncrossed his arms and balled them into little fists. He heard shifting in the bushes nearly them and looked that direction ever so casually. "Don't I mean more to you than just a quick shag in the bushes?!"

Trowa tried to calm down. -It's not personal. It's not personal... Screw it, I'm going to take it personally! I'm still getting yelled at here, right?- "And what did you want me to do, huh? Wanted me to take you on base so everyone could get a good look at you and know *just* what we'd been up to?" There was no doubting the taunt Trowa's soft voice had acquired.

"I would've preferred that to hiding in the bushes! Are you ashamed of me or something? You're not afraid to tell your superiors that you have a boyfriend but every time we're together it has to be where someone can't see us!" Heero threw up his hands. -Okay, that sounds good. I think I've got this angry lover thing done.-

Trowa tried to beat back the annoyance. Heero being mad at him beforehand hadn't helped calm him down any, but he was reminding him of the charade now. -Remember the charade here man! Okay, one last barb...- "Well, I only told my superiors because I had to. I could have simply not come at all." Trowa crossed his arms, relaxing with a triumphant look, like he'd won.

"Did you have to tell them about our sex life?" Heero hissed the last two words. "You could've said something else..." He glared at Trowa and crossed his arms over his own chest, silently challenging him.

Trowa knew the exact instant when Heero returned to the real argument. "Oh yeah, and what did you want me to tell him?" Trowa hissed the words, returning the glare for glare and narrowing his eyes.

"That you required a nap or a meal off the base," Heero said firmly.

"My quarters are on base, and you can order in there! You know that! I made sure to tell you guys that once I got there!" Trowa lowered his voice, though his annoyance was practically sparking off of him. There was no way the watcher could have heard that one.

"I still can't believe that the best thing you could come up with was a rendezvous with your boyfriend." Heero scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Trowa leaned in, putting his hand on the tree as he glared down on Heero. "Oh, and you could have done better? What would you have said? Huh? I bet something stupid like target practice." Trowa smirked a little as he said this.

Heero's glare increased and he pinched his lips together in extreme annoyance. "Yes, I would have," he said through clenched teeth.

Trowa shook his head. "Targets on base. I thought you had something better than *that* for me." He gestured with the other hand. He was keeping his voice low out of annoyance, not out of any attention paid to their audience.

"You better watch it Barton..." Heero threatened, tilting his head to one side. -I can't believe it! He just insulted me!-

"Or you'll do what? Hit me? Shoot me?" Trowa hadn't let himself get into such a petty argument in a very long time, and he found he was taking some sort of morbid fascination from it. He was taunting Heero.

"Maybe both." Heero replied, clenching a fist.

"Just try it." Trowa pushed back from Heero, practically issuing a written invitation. Heero narrowed his eyes and threw a punch at Trowa aiming for his chest. Trowa bounced back on his heels, a definite smirk on his face. If Heero didn't hit him, then he'd have to say this was one of his better ideas... "You can do better." Heero growled at him and leapt forward in a surprising move, tackling Trowa to the ground. Trowa yelped, landing on his back and barely relaxing in the right way to not crack his head. -No, this wasn't a good idea, this was a *bad* idea...- Trowa quickly realized all the breath had been knocked out of him, but reached up to grab Heero so he couldn't actually punch him. Heero wiggled his hand free from Trowa's grasp, and hit him in the chest with only a fraction of his actual strength. Trowa rolled over, tossing his weight into Heero and grabbing his wrists to pin them above his head. He was breathing hard from the little scuffle. Heero had some serious force behind his attacks. "Stop it!" He hissed the words, eyes narrow. Heero yielded under Trowa, not struggling. He looked up at Trowa, seemingly surprised that he was winded. Trowa quickly caught his breath now that Heero wasn't doing a level attempt at breaking his ribs. "Are you aware that *hurt*?" Trowa leaned down, still glaring a bit.

"Yes." Heero replied quietly, glaring just a fraction at Trowa. Trowa shook his head, pulling back off Heero's wrists with clear wariness about being attacked again, even though he'd invited it the first time. Heero blew out a breath fluffing his bangs as he just lay there, waiting for Trowa to say something.

"You didn't have to tackle me." he wasn't trying to move away though, apparently not trusting Heero with the leverage.

"No, I didn't." Heero agreed. "But I felt you deserved it."

"I don't agree with that!" Trowa scowled, sitting back to where he was kneeling across Heero's hips.

"Of course you don't." Heero pushed himself up to rest on his elbows, frowning.

Trowa raised an eyebrow with that comment. -He makes it sound like he knew I'd say that.- Heero shrugged, not looking sorry in the least. He felt Trowa deserved it for being some presumptuous anyway. Trowa leaned back over Heero, bracing his hands on the ground by his sides. "Don't you look so smug."

"Don't you look as if you've been put in your place?" Heero replied, adopting a smug grin to fit the accusation.

Trowa drew a sharp breath, looking suitably shocked by the barb. -He makes it sound like I was strutting around like Wufei!- "No!"

Heero smirked, "Could've fooled me." Trowa mentally tried, and failed, to come up with a good way to wipe the look off Heero's face. He ended up leaning down to kiss him, it being full of annoyance, and nothing like the little one he'd done earlier. "Mmphf!" Heero protested for a moment, before he realized how different this kiss was from the earlier one. -So he wants to challenge me like this, does he?- He smirked mentally before kissing Trowa back angrily.

Trowa made a shocked noise as Heero returned the kiss this time and then growled, putting more into it as he tilted his head to better the leverage. The kiss didn't even resemble gentle, considering the two people engaged in it were still simmering from the fight a moment before.

Heero put a hand in Trowa's hair tugging him backwards. -If he wants this, I'm going to make sure he gets what he deserves.-

Trowa felt the tug and let Heero pull him back, drawing a deep breath of air as he opened eyes that had fallen closed at some point with him meaning them to. -That didn't go as expected...-

Heero raised an eyebrow, whispering. "Think we're still being watched?"

Trowa blinked at him before half closing his eyes with concentration. "Not sure. We were kind of distracted..." he whispered in reply, then gave Heero a curious look.

"Think we need to...?" -Continue with this charade?- Heero finished to himself as he gazed at Trowa, somewhat lazily.

Trowa heard the crackle of a radio before it was quickly silenced, and he raised an eyebrow at Heero. "I didn't expect you to kiss me back you know."

Heero shrugged. "Isn't that what boyfriend's are supposed to do?"

"You seemed far more interested in the fighting version of things..." Trowa licked his lips, giving Heero a little bit of a confused look. "I just wanted to wipe that look off your face."

"It didn't work." Heero said with another smirk, challenging Trowa with it. "I just thought I'd beat some sense into you for saying silly things."

"Not so silly, I think I was in the right this time." Trowa leaned down a bit, then paused as he realized the grip Heero had in his hair. "And I see it didn't work."

"What are you going to do about it then?" Heero challenged again giving Trowa something of a lazy smirk with half closed eyes.

Trowa narrowed his eyes a bit, but it wasn't a mad gesture. "Let go of my hair and I'll so what I can't do."

Heero released his grip. Trowa was mutely surprised that Heero had actually done it, but didn't spare much of a thought, leaning down to catch Heero's lips again for an involved kiss. He still had his hands planted firmly on the ground. Heero kissed him back without protest this time, using the hand that had been in Trowa's hair to just rest on his back this time. Trowa tilted his head into it, flicking his tongue out to run over Heero's lips. He absently wondered how it was that Heero was yanking so many strings this evening. Heero growled a bit, but opened his mouth for Trowa's wandering tongue grudgingly. Trowa took advantage of the motion, trailing up along the roof of Heero's mouth in a mute dare for Heero to not just lie there. Unfortunately for Trowa, Heero was perfectly content to just lie on the grass. He did flick his tongue out to tease Trowa's for a moment, but there was no effort behind it.

Trowa pulled back after a moment and shook his head. "I can see why you don't have a way with words." It was said in a bemused voice, like he'd just discovered some slightly disappointing mystery.

"Now what's that supposed to mean?" Heero glowered at Trowa, giving him a yank on his hair again.

Trowa hissed out a breath, then smirked. "Well, you seem to be... less than skilled with your tongue."

"Well I don't go around randomly kissing my teammates with it..." Heero tilted his head to the side.

"You think I do? At least I seem to have some sort of ability." Trowa shrugged slightly, that tiny smirk planted firmly on his face. It made him look a bit more human.

"Hn." Heero snorted. "It's not as if that ability does you any good does it?"

"Not unless I use it, but at least I know I can when the opportunity arises." Trowa licked his lips, unable to sit up because of the renewed grip on his hair, but not exactly eager to kiss Heero again. It was nice, wonderful, but he'd really go for a little participation!

Heero snorted again, not fully believing they were having this conversation. "And how often does that opportunity come up?"

"It just did, didn't it? I have to say it was disappointing." Trowa didn't move, because shaking his head would have pulled. "You're not going to let go of my hair without me saying anything are you?"

"I'm not going to let go until you stop insulting me. You're not supposed to say such things to your boyfriend." Heero put a sarcastic edge on the last word.

"You don't want to be insulted? Prove me wrong!" Trowa moved one hand from the ground, shaking off the dirt before reaching to try and get Heero to let go.

Heero went ahead and let go, dropping his hand to his side. "I don't feel like it. I'm still pissed off." He rubbed at one shoulder idly.

"You seem too lazy to be pissed off." Trowa put the hand on Heero's chest and pushed himself up, settling against his groin without any real thought about it.

"Urp!" Heero made a startled sound and his eyes went wide looking up at Trowa. "Get off!" he hissed.

Trowa blinked down at Heero in mild confusion. "What? Why?"

"You're sitting on my..." Heero blushed and froze at the word, not being able to bring himself to say it. He grabbed Trowa's sleeve to try to push him off.

Trowa abruptly realized, but also noted that Heero didn't seem to be in *pain* in the least. "Oh *this*?" He rocked a tad in place, raising his eyebrow slightly. He was certainly being expressive tonight.

Heero froze, shivering slightly. "Damn it Trowa... Get off!" He hissed again, trying not to blush and grabbed both of Trowa's wrists to pull him off. Trowa only lost his balance, ending up flat chest to chest with Heero, closer than anything they'd tried this evening. "I thought I told you to get off of me!" Heero hissed and rolled them over, pinning Trowa to the ground this time, glaring at him.

Trowa didn't even bother to glare back, having an almost impassive smirk on his face as he looked up at Heero. "Didn't feel like it."

Heero leaned down until they were nose to nose. "You are a pompous arrogant asshole." He closed his eyes and kissed Trowa.

Trowa hadn't fully expected that, but he really couldn't do anything but return it, parting his lips for Heero without any prompting. He had his hands pinned down by Heero's, and the other boy was pressing against him because of the position he had been in. -Hmm, did he expect this to dissuade me?-

Heero just traced his tongue over Trowa's teeth, not really knowing what to do, but just wanting to shut Trowa up. He really didn't care how well he kissed overall. He didn't see the reason for it. Trowa returned the actions, curling his tongue along Heero's, but making no real move to take over the kiss. He was just slightly miffed that his hands were pinned. Heero let one of Trowa's hands go as he pulled at Trowa's lip. -This isn't so bad...-

Trowa nibbled a little at Heero's lower lip as the other teen pulled his tongue back, and he ran the now free hand up along Heero's back. Heero let go of Trowa's other hand, pulling back to look at Trowa's face now. He put his hands on either side of Trowa's head. Trowa's eyes were still closed in the wake of the sudden show of skill that Heero had tossed at him. -Okay, so he *could* kiss.- He cracked his eyes open to look at Heero, licking at his lower lip. "Better."

"Hnn..." Heero leaned down to kiss him again, softer this time. Trowa slid his hand up Heero's back and threaded his fingers into his hair, making a slight pleased noise as he moved his other hand around Heero, kneading at his lower back. -Why am I doing this?- Heero thought to himself making a tiny sound of surprise as Trowa pulled him closer.

Trowa gave a faint groan as Heero ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth, and he tightened his grip slightly, eyes slipping back closed. Heero also groaned lowly, pushing his body over Trowa's as he felt a sensation of warmth run through his body. Trowa pressed back up into the motion, running his lower hand down a little to press against the upper edge of Heero's butt, fingers spread over the spandex covering. It wasn't the same type he usually wore, but just as clingy. Definitely not enough to disguise his backside. Heero pushed himself up to look at Trowa, his eyes half-closed and cloudy, silently asking if Trowa knew what he was doing. Trowa, of course, didn't exactly have his eyes open, so it entirely went over his head before he cracked an eye open to determine why Heero had ceased his lovely, sensation inducing actions.

Heero leaned over to whisper in Trowa's ear kissing the lobe softly. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

Trowa sighed out a breath, running his fingers up and down Heero's neck and fully oblivious to the audience. "I can guess."

"Hnn..." Heero sighed, taking Trowa's earlobe into his mouth, to lick over the lobe.

Trowa drew a sharp breath, his fingers running up under Heero's shirt to trail up his spine. Heero shivered, giving Trowa's earlobe a nibble as he tried to keep his breathing even. Trowa turned his head a little, nibbling at Heero's pulse as he seemed to change his mind and reversed from sliding up under the shirt, to sliding down under the edge of the spandex. Heero let Trowa's earlobe fall from his mouth to start breathing harshly into Trowa's ear as he tilted his head, encouraging Trowa's exploration. He pushed his hips forward, wanting more of those touches. Trowa made a pleased noise, ignoring the fact that they were out in a park, being watched, in favor of sliding his fingers down unto Heero's spandex to cup his bottom, lips following the tilt of Heero's head as he slid his other hand down to Heero's wrist, stroking.

Heero let out a rather harsh breath, not caring in the least that they were being watched. -The pervert came out here to watch a sex show, so that's what he's going to get.-

Trowa leaned back away from Heero's neck, panting a bit as he squeezed slightly at his backside. "Thought you were pissed off?" It was husky and low.

"I'm still pissed off..." Heero breathed, pushing his hips forward into Trowa's moaning at the friction.

"You are?" Trowa followed the question in a groan, his head dropping back against the grass as he lifted his hips a little to meet the action.

"I don't want to be watched..." Heero whispered rather raggedly, trying to keep his mind focused.

Trowa opened his eyes. -Can't I keep my eyes open for a whole minute?- He stilled himself, relaxing carefully under Heero. "Then what do you want to do?" It was a whisper.

"Can we pretend, and then go do it somewhere private?" Heero also stopped himself from rubbing Trowa's body with his own, whimpering a fraction when that wonderful friction ceased.

Trowa nodded immediately. "Okay, but we have to do something with the clothes here."

"What do you suggest?" Heero whispered.

"Foreplay?" Trowa thought quickly. -This whole spur of the moment thing isn't my practice, damn it!- Trowa, pushed as Heero a bit. "I don't want to undress, but, friction can't be bad, right? So, we pull em down a bit." He started blushing at this point. "And pretend? Umm... Would look more convincing if one of us was facedown..." Trowa slid his hand to the edge of Heero's shorts.

"I don't know!" Heero whispered. "I haven't done this before! Shouldn't we look a bit more convincing? We're supposed to have already done this before right?"

"You're the one that made that implication buster! I was perfectly happy playing over-expectant virgin. Because I am a virgin damn it!" Trowa started tugging at Heero's shorts. "If you think you can be convincing rubbing against my ass, then we'll do it that way..."

"Fine, fine! Let's just hurry up and do this so we can get away!" Heero hissed in reply arching his hips so Trowa could slip his spandex off.

"For someone who was arguing so much you certainly changed your tune." Trowa slid the spandex down, resisting the urge to look or stare as he dealt with the uniform pants, cursing mentally before he pushed up a bit and rolled over. "C'mon." This was embarrassing. His first real foray into sex and it was a sham.

Heero was trying hard not to blush as he simply laid over Trowa, rubbing into him making several grunting noises trying to recall something from all those porn movies Duo had made him watch. -I hope I'm doing this right...-

Trowa leaned back into him, cursing mentally. "Damn it, at least act like you like it back there." Trowa's whisper was low as he pushed up on his hands.

"Why don't you try calling out my name?" Heero whispered, leaning over Trowa's back to whisper in his ear.

"Because I don't want to! Just... touch me damn it! I'm not good at this and you *will* give me aid." It was a hiss, face turned away from the observer.

"Just pretend!" Heero hissed as he gave Trowa's shoulder a bite, making a very convincing groan while he rubbed his hips forward, mimicking the act some pervert was watching.

Trowa hitched in a breath as he was bitten, more from shock then anything, and he pushed back, letting it out in a whimper. "You bit me!"

"It wasn't hard..." Heero hissed back, grabbing Trowa around the chest as he panting overly loudly.

"You still bit me!" Trowa seemed mildly shocked by this. -And I liked it!- Trowa immediately pressed back, and did groan. The contact felt unexpectedly good.

"Sorry..." Heero hissed, then groaned loudly. -I feel like such a jackass!-

"Later, just, pretend to go all stiff for the climax already so we can go somewhere else. I don't think he'll follow me if we leave here *now*." Trowa knew he couldn't be seen, and his utter humiliation easily made him convincingly laid.

Heero went stiff, throwing his head back with a gasp. He pulled away from Trowa, pulling his pants back over his hips as quick as he could, lest their watcher see. He sat back on the grass pretending to gather his breath.

Trowa rolled over, doing the same and resting his forehead on his knees as he pretended to wince. One must not leave out the details. "Okay, now we can go find somewhere nice, since you were complaining so much about my accommodations." He pitched it loud enough their watched could hear, and nearly fell over as he heard the guy *leave*.

"Hn." Heero scowled over in the direction of the pervert. He got to his feet a moment later. "Someplace private..."

Trowa got to his feet, his uniform thoroughly mussed. "Lead the way, please." He gestured, feeling a little lightheaded from the persistent arousal that he had acquired, and he swayed.

Heero led the way back to the base with Trowa silently following. "Your room?" He whispered once they were inside. Heero made sure there was no one eavesdropping this time.

"Crazy! Here..." Trowa dug out his uniform hat and popped it on Heero's head. "You don't want to risk being recognized."

"That's not suspicious at all." Heero grunted as he tried to make the uniform hat more comfy. "Let's hurry."

Trowa shook his head. "You just look like you stole my hat, that's all, and since you'll be with me..." He grabbed Heero's hand and proceeded to lead him through the base, self consciously dusting off his uniform with the other.

Heero squeezed Trowa's hand in reply as he was led through the base, not bothering to adjust his own clothing. He watched his feet as he walked, still feeling like a heel.

Trowa came to his small room, having gotten close enough to one of the former commanders on a mission to get a limited area to himself for his room, and he closed the door behind him. "We're here."

Heero let go of Trowa's hand to go sit on the bed quietly. "Do you think we convinced him?"

Trowa shook his head a little. "Likely, it was dark, and you were noisy." He locked the door, then moved towards Heero, leaning against the wall across from him as a blush stained his cheeks. He hadn't bothered to turn on the light.

"Can I speak freely in this room?" Heero asked, wondering if it was bugged or not.

"To an extent." In other words, don't reveal yourself, but talk about anything else you might want to.

"What was going through your head when you told that guy you were off to have sex with your boyfriend?" Heero raised an eyebrow, still wondering what had possessed Trowa to say such things.

"That the man was a sadistic bastard." Trowa said it ever so simply, like that explained it all.

"Sure." Heero shrugged one shoulder, just accepting that answer. "Weren't we going to...?"

Trowa pushed away from the wall, coming to stand in front of Heero. "I wasn't sure you were serious about that."

"Well... if you really wanted to..." Heero shrugged again, looking down at his shoes. "I just didn't want someone watching... it's my first time and..."

"Yeah." Trowa tugged at his jacket. "We still can."

"I'm nervous." Heero confessed, looking up at Trowa finally, his blue eyes clouded with a strange emotion.

Trowa let out a breath. "I'm not any better off than you."

"I'm sorry I bit you. I thought it would look... convincing." Heero looked down at his lap.

Trowa cleared his throat, looking to the side as he took off the overshirt of his uniform. It had been muffled through the cloth. "It didn't really bother me actually... I was just... stunned."

"Did you like it?" Heero silently wondered if he should strip off his own shirt.

Trowa was glad the shadows of the room were hiding his blushes. "Yes." He was down to just his undershirt and pants, leaning down to take off his boots.

Heero went ahead and stripped off his shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He crouched over and took off his shoes and socks. "I see..."

Trowa nodded, tugging off the socks. He was almost casual about his stripping and he went for the pants next, having boxers, so he wasn't progressing into nudity yet.

Heero just sat on the bed, waiting. He didn't wear anything under his spandex and wasn't sure if he wanted to be fully nude yet or not. He cleared his throat nervously.

Trowa stopped at the t-shirt and boxers, coming to sit on the bed beside Heero. "Okay, here we are."

"Yes, here we are." Heero parroted, turning to face Trowa just a little bit

Trowa turned to Heero and, after taking a deep breath, leaned in to kiss him, hands resting on his shoulders. Heero tilted his head kissing Trowa back as he put one hand on his waist. Trowa drew Heero closer, leaning to the side as he pressed his knees to him. Heero wrapped his other arm around Trowa's waist, pulling him off balance as he traced his tongue over Trowa's lips. Trowa fell into Heero's lap willingly enough, tilting his head to deepen the kiss with a groan as he ran his hands down the bare chest. Heero leaned back into the bed, sliding his hands over Trowa's back, pleased with the feel of skin underneath his hands. Trowa followed the action, breaking the kiss to do away with his own shirt. It was only getting in the way. He then resumed the kiss, straddling Heero without preamble. Heero grabbed Trowa's hips giving him a squeeze as he pushed his hips up, groaning at the friction.

Trowa sat up slightly, running his hands down Heero's chest and skipping over the barely visible scars, tracing them up Heero's side. He remembered healing those. Heero opened his eyes, watching Trowa's hands with interest as he continued to rub his hips up into Trowa's. Trowa moved his fingers up, then down across Heero's arm. He knew where that scar was from, and he skipped back to Heero's chest, tracing a line that went diagonally without saying anything. -Why can I only see these in this light? In normal light I wouldn't see them at all.-

"Trowa?" Heero asked, with concern in his voice, wondering why Trowa had just... stopped.

Trowa fanned his hands over the skin, running along the network of scars in apparent fascination. "I've never seen your scars before."

"Not even when you took care of me?" Heero asked in a soft voice.

"These others... I couldn't see them." He then moved to the scars he helped heal. "And these, they weren't scars yet. It must be the shadows that are letting me see."

"Hn." Heero traced his own hand over Trowa's chest, wanting to touch Trowa in return. Trowa leaned into the touch, his fingers moving to tweak Heero's nipples lightly, head tilted to watch him. Heero groaned, closing his eyes again while his hands stilled on Trowa's body.

Trowa leaned down, laying kisses along the scars with a soft murmur. "You didn't have to stop."

"I know..." Heero whispered, moving his hands down to Trowa's hips to get a squeeze.

Trowa worked his way up with his lips and nibbled at Heero's collarbone, groaning softly. "Good." Heero sighed, trailing his hands down Trowa's hips to his bottom, kneading it. Trowa drew a sharp breath, then groaned deeply, sinking against Heero fully.

"Trowa..." Heero purred, running his hands up Trowa's back and pulling him close.

"Yes?" Trowa lifted his head a little to look at Heero, them plastered together from shoulder to hip.

"This feels nice..." Heero praised. -I'm so glad no one's watching anymore.-

Trowa smiled a little, wiggling against Heero a bit. "Yes. Are we just going to lie here?"

"Umm... no, we're going to have sex... for real this time?" Heero sounded like he wasn't quite sure what he wanted.

"Do you want it?" Trowa leaned up to gaze directly into Heero's eyes.

"Umm... yeah..." Heero rubbed a hand up and down Trowa's back again.

Trowa pressed his hips down against Heero's, kneading at his shoulders. Heero whimpered, somehow the friction was even more delicious like this. Trowa leaned up, locking lips with Heero as he slid his hands down to tug on Heero's spandex. Heero obligingly lifted his hips letting Trowa strip him as he slid his hands down Trowa's backside and pushed Trowa's boxers off. Trowa kicked both sets of bottoms off and pressed close again, meeting groins with him. Heero whimpered, bucking his hips up into Trowa's as he grabbed Trowa's waist, squeezing. Trowa groaned, breaking off the kiss to groan before tilting his head down, kissing along Heero's shoulder. Heero's breathing began to pick up as he kneaded Trowa's waist, then smoothing his hands down the back of Trowa's thighs. Trowa groaned, resting his head against Heero's chest as his thighs were touched. He'd never realized that area was sensitive before.

Heero made a soft sound of contentment in his throat as he gave Trowa's thighs another squeeze. "Trowa?" he breathed huskily.

Trowa lifted his head to look at Heero with slightly unfocused eyes, voice breathless. "Yes?"

"I feel good..." Heero gave him an almost drunken smile.

"So do I." Trowa lowered his head to kiss up along Heero's jaw, and he rubbed their groins together. Heero tilted his head to kiss Trowa's jaw in return as he moaned at the friction. Trowa pushed up, breaking the line of their body from each other. "Heero."

"Nani?" Heero asked breathlessly, panting.

"How would you like to do this?" Trowa nuzzled at Heero's neck a bit, then lifted up again.

"Um... I'm not sure... there's a certain way it has to be done, right?" Heero rubbed one hand over Trowa's bottom, just caressing it lightly.

Trowa groaned a bit. "Well, it's ideal to pick who'll be on top beforehand."

"Is it..." Heero replied idly to himself, "Now when you say top, you mean...?"

"Who's in who." Trowa cleared his throat, sitting up against Heero's lap and rubbing back against it.

Heero's eye twitched slightly, but it was hard to tell in the dark. "We have to do it like that?" His voice was soft, as he tried to concentrate while Trowa did *that*.

"Anything else is just foreplay." Trowa rested his hands against Heero's chest, not ceasing his little adjustments.

"Hnn..." Heero purred, tossing his head back into the bed. "Foreplay?" he drawled lazily, as if making sure of that.

"Yes, foreplay. Perhaps very extensive foreplay, but still just that." Trowa ran his hands up to trace Heero's collarbone.

"I see..." Heero tilted his head to one side. "You be on top then... since you know so much."

"I don't know so much, and I can only tell you it involves lube and stretching." Trowa shook his head. "So you want me to be inside you?"

Heero nodded somewhat. "I think so, yes."

Trowa nodded a little and pulled back to dig through his dresser, coming up with lotion. He didn't even bother to get *off* of Heero, instead just moving around in his lap.

Heero twitched and gasped at how incredibly good that felt. "Trowa!" He whined.

"Yes?" Trowa twisted back around, planting his knees firmly in the bed, showing Heero the lotion. "You mean you want me to move from where I am right now?"

Heero just whimpered in reply. -I want more damn it!-

Trowa made to get off of Heero's lap as there was a lack of an answer. "Alright then."

"Don't go!" Heero grabbed his wrist.

Trowa looked back to Heero, halted from breaking his kneel across the other teen. "You want me to stay where I am?"

"I..." Heero paused, tightening his grip slightly. "I thought you were just going to leave..."

"I have to get off of you if you don't want to take me." Trowa leaned forward, brushing his lips across Heero's. "I really don't want to move you know, but I want to go further than this."

Heero nodded, turning his head to brush his lips over Trowa's cheek. "Me too... I'm sorry, please continue."

Trowa shook his head a little, pushing up as he sat back against his groin, opening the lotion. "You're sure you want me to move?" He poured some over his fingers, rubbing them together a bit.

"As long as you don't leave." Heero said, sure of himself.

Trowa nodded a little, slipping backwards and using his knee to make Heero part for him so he could reverse their positions. He put more lotion on his fingers. "I won't." Heero parted his legs, propping one foot up to rest on the bed, just watching Trowa carefully with his eyes. Trowa knelt in place, running his damp fingers down to caress his backside, running his fingers up and down in a slow press until he was touching his entrance. "I read somewhere that it's worse if you tense."

"Uh-huh." Heero just nodded, closed his eyes, trying to do his best *not* to tense, but the damn lotion was cold! Trowa dipped his head, running his tongue up along the underside of Heero's erection as he slid a finger inside.

Heero whimpered and moaned at the same time, not sure what to feel. It felt very odd to have that finger there. "Are you sure that's where it goes?"

Trowa slid his mouth up to suckle on the end of Heero's erection before lifting his head. "Where else would I put it?"

"I don't know..." Heero closed his eyes, relaxing like Trowa had told him to. Or was that a rhetorical question? Trowa waited until he felt Heero sink back into the bed and lowered his head, sucking on the tip of Heero again as he added another finger, trying not to be impatient. Heero soon forgot all about Trowa's fingers inside of him. "Trowa... feels good..." He moaned.

Trowa quickly added a third while Heero was well distracted, swirling his tongue before searching around with his fingers a bit, seeing if there was a way to get an even better reaction out of Heero and brushing his prostate in the process.

"AH!" Heero yelled, arching his back off the bed, thrusting his hips down onto Trowa's fingers. "Oh my..." He hiccuped as he tried to catch his breath.

Trowa lifted his head, pumping his fingers a couple more times. He hadn't really given Heero enough time to really adjust, but he was already pulling them away. "You sure about this?"

"Yes. I'm sure..." Heero breathed out, wrinkling his face up at the empty feeling now running through his body. "Hurry up!"

Trowa let out a deep breath, slathering lotion over himself and shivering with the cool sensation before dropping it on the floor and thrusting in with one sharp action, making him whimper in the back of his throat. Heero squirmed a bit uncomfortably on the bed, but surprisingly it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. He wrapped an arm around Trowa's shoulder just holding him there, panting. Trowa found himself pinned to Heero's chest and groaned, dropping his head to his chest as he tried to deal with being sheathed inside him. "You're tight."

"Is that a ...compliment?" Heero asked, breathing harshly as he rubbed both hands over his back. He wasn't quite sure what do about this new feeling. It was uncomfortable and at the same time rather... nice.

Trowa jerked out a nod, shaking his head as he shifted his hips. "I want to move."

"Go ahead." Heero took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Trowa immediately started to thrust, rolling his hips in an uneven rhythm as he tried to find a pace that wouldn't have him coming in five seconds flat.

Heero threw his head back into the bed, gasping softly. "Trowa..." he whispered throatily. It was almost a moan. Trowa ran a trembling hand down to Heero and started to stroke quickly, his breathing harsh as he leaned up to press a deep kiss to Heero's lips. "Uhhh..." Heero began to thrust his hips back into Trowa, immediately opening his mouth to rub his tongue against Trowa's.

Trowa knew this was going to be way too short, even with the uneven pacing and he broke the deep, but too brief kiss. "I can't last long..." It was a half groan, half whimper.

"Me..." It was cut off by a loud shuddering gasp from Heero as he came suddenly and fiercely. Trowa pounded in, the sudden constriction painful as it demanded his arousal to spill with Heero. Trowa whimpered by contrast, his climax wonderful, but with that sharp edge. Heero's body tensed once more as he flopped back into the bed with his eyes closed.

Trowa collapsed against Heero, panting as he pulled his hand shakily from between them. He dropped his head back to Heero's shoulder. "I'd love to be able to savor this..."

"Me too..." Heero purred, kissing the top of Trowa's shoulder.

Trowa gave Heero a squeeze, and then pulled back reluctantly. "We should get you out of here." He nuzzled at him as he pulled back.

"Yeah..." Heero sat up rather slowly, frowning at his stomach. "Do you have some tissues or something?"

Trowa looked around then reached over to snatch some from his bag. "Here..." He collected Heero's things, dumping them next to him without bothering to get dressed, and dropping a hat that could only have come from Duo on top of the pile. "Would you be my boyfriend?"

Heero looked up at Trowa, pausing halfway between cleaning himself off. "You're asking me now?"

Trowa cleared his throat, getting some tissues to wipe at himself. "Yes."

Heero smirked lazily. "I think I already agreed when I said I'd wanted to go somewhere more private to lose my virginity."

"So that's a yes." Trowa moved to Heero and slid his shirt onto him.

Heero nodded, truly smiling for the first time since Trowa had approached him. "Yes."

Trowa kissed Heero's cheek and gently got him to his feet before holding his shorts out to him. "I'll do better next time."

"Hn. It wasn't that bad." Heero pulled his shorts over his hips slowly.

"I mean the after." Trowa gave Heero an elusive smile and tucked the hat on his head before he handed him his "Can you sneak out of here on your own?"

Heero gave him a look that said, 'You did not just ask Heero Yuy that question.'

"Right, of course." Trowa tilted his face up and rested a long kiss on his lips as Heero puled on his shoes and then leaned back. "See you soon then Heero. See you soon."

"You too." Heero smiled, giving Trowa one last kiss on the cheek before turning and was gone as if he had never been there in the first place.

Trowa crawled into bed, just knowing the next day would be far too long and filled with innuendo, but he rolled over and was asleep in moments. He still wasn't done here, and he needed to be at his best for the mission. He was, after all, a spy.