ARASHI by Trowa

        "What do you want?"  Heero growled, obviously displeased at being
interrupted in the middle of his work.

        "Uh ... well ..."  Duo twiddled his thumbs nervously as he sought for the
most proper word to use.  

        "What is it, Duo?"  Heero pushed his chair back impatiently before
thwapping him in the back of the head.

        "Ow!  Shit, Heero!  What'd you do that for?!"  Duo rubbed his head
pitifully.  "They forced me to ask you so don't take it out on me!"

	Did he say 'they'?   

	"Your point being?" 

        "Well erm ... they wanted to know if you and Trowa have ... done it yet."
Duo's face turned a deep shade.  "Well, you can't blame them.  I mean, you
guys are pratically joined at the hips."  *Not to mention that HUGE hickey
on Trowa's neck the other day* Duo added silently to himself.  "Oi Heero!
Are you even listening?"

        Heero had turned his head toward the window. "Hn, it's raining," he
remarked to no one in particular as he looked up to the sky.  It was
raining all right, just like that afternoon.

X                       X                       X 

        "Why the park?"  His emerald eyes blinked in confusion, making him look
even more guileless in his school uniform.  "We can get in trouble for
ditching, you know."

        I shrugged with indifference and, on impulse, I took his hand and led him
off of the winding path.  This wasn't the first time that we had ditched
school.  I figured that I might as well make the best of the time we had
earned in order to make up for the time we'd lost in war.  In some ways, I
wanted to experience what normal children our age would do on a boring
school day, though I didn't know how Trowa felt toward this idea.  What did
it matter anyhow?  As long as Trowa didn't protest, I didn't see what harm
could come of it.

        "Let's go," I led him through the maze of trees and flowers.  I knew this
place well, and there was a reason why I chose to bring Trowa here.  The
park was big, and there were enough trees and grass to act as a 'barrier.'
No one would be able to disturb or catch us here.

        We walked deeper into the mass of bushes and trees.  It was during class
time right now, but the security personnel were on their lunch break.  I
had picked a great time to ditch.  Trowa must have known that too,
otherwise he wouldn't have risked this.  I sat down by one of the trees and
pulled Trowa down with me.

        "We won't be caught,"  I said with a mixture of confidence and
indifference as I entrapped him between the tree trunk and myself, my hands
on either side of his head.  I leaned closer.

"Heero?"   

        "What?"  I buried my head in the crook of his neck.  He smelled good, so
fresh, like the first drops of morning dew.  I wound one of my arms around
his slender waist.  I felt him stiffen in surprise but he soon relaxed and
leaned back against the tree.  I tightened my hold around him.  It was at
moments like this that I could truly treasure what I had.  I had lost Trowa
once when we fought against Quatre, and I had sworn to myself since then
that it would not happen again.

"I ... I can't breath," he stammered. 

        "Sorry," I loosened my grip on him.  This wasn't the first time that I had
forgotten my strength.  I pulled his face toward me and kissed him softly
while I ran my hands up and down his back.  I ran my tongue lightly over
his lips and I felt them parting hesitantly.  I plunged in and tasted him,
languidly and slowly before I pulled back and simply held him close.  

        "You still haven't told me why you wanted me to come with you,"  his green
eyes searched mine intensely, looking for a reason or a motive.  

        "What if I say I came here to make out?"  To prove my point I leaned
toward him and kissed him again, first on the lips, then slowly moving down
to his neck.  I kissed him harder when I felt him winding his arms around
me.  It was an enjoyable moment where I could forget who I was, and what I
was.  I unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and loosened his tie.  I
could feel his heart rate rising as I brushed my lips against the hollow of
his throat, licking at the spot that had always made him squirm.  

        I leaned up to kiss him again, pressing him harder against the tree trunk
so that I could get a more secure hold on him.  I ran my free hand up and
down his side and was enjoying myself greatly when-

	"Heero, it's raining." 

	Shit! 

        "It's only a drizzle," I paid no heed to the rain and was about to proceed
when the 'drizzle' turned into a shower- no, a thunderstorm.  

	Double shit. 

        I pulled him up with me as I ran toward the woods, my hand grasping his so
that he had no choice but to follow me.  I knew that it would be risky to
go back to school right now.  Our now wet uniforms would be a clear
indicator of our misbehavior.

        "Heero, I think-"  Trowa started.  I knew he wanted to do otherwise but I
would not slow down as I insistently led him through the growing maze of
bushes and trees, treading mud as we stumbled and ran in the rain.  There,
almost, just a little more and-

        "Come on!"  I sped up, letting go of his hand in the process as I ran
toward the abandoned cabin that was once used as the gardener's rest
quarters. I stopped in front of the cabin, ignoring the rain that was
pouring down on me while I waited for Trowa to catch up.  He wiped the back
of his hand against his forehead in a futile effort to rid himself of the
water that was now dripping down his hair.  Like me, he was completely
drenched. 

        I stared at the thin wet fabric of his shirt as it clung to his skin,
almost half-transparent.  I could almost feel the heat that emanated
beneath.  Impatient, I took a big step forward and pulled him toward me.  I
could hear his sharp intake of breath as I did so, his eyes widening
noticeably as he was caught off guard.  I whirled around so that his back
was against the abandoned quarters and shoved him almost roughly against
the wall of the abandoned building.  Before he could say anything more, I
kissed him yet again, hard, urgent, passionate, and rough.  The rain
pounded down on us as we stood outside of the abandoned complex, wetting
our skins and cooling us down with little success.  I kissed him harder,
one of my hands bracing myself against the wall while my other grasped his
arm tightly.  Trowa was not going to go anywhere while I was at it.

        I felt him shivering underneath me and realized that it was indeed getting
cold.  I stepped back reluctantly, ending our kiss, and tugged at the
locked entrance beside us.  When it would not budge, I took a step back and
kicked it open.  I then turned around, ignoring Trowa's priceless look of
astonishment, and pulled him inside.

        I pushed the door shut behind us and moved the table so that it was set
against the door.  I then sat down on the floor, trying to catch my breath.  

        "If I didn't know better, I'd think that you have ulterior motive for
doing this," Trowa pointed at the table that was now set against the door
that I had so recently broken down.  The look that danced across his
emerald eyes was that of amusement.  Well, so far so good.

        "You'd like that, won't you?"  I ventured, feeling a grin trying to make
its way across my face.

        "I wish ... " Trowa turned around and felt for the switches, his nimble
fingers working at the old wires and plugs.  "that we were not stuck in the
middle of the campus woods ..." He jerked at one of the wires as I saw a
drop of water dripping down, hitting the connector and setting off a spark.

        "Trowa!"  I saw him drawing his hand back as if burnt, and the next thing
I knew, I was by his side.  If something happened to him, I swear I-

        "No, I'm fine," one of his hands was rubbing at the injured spot.  I
ignored his reassurance and pried his unhurt hand aside.  He was burnt,
though it was nothing serious.  I reprimanded myself silently for causing
this mess.  I did not look at him as I turned my attention to the switches,
feeling bad for this minor accident.  "Heero ..."

        "Let me take care of it," I said in an impersonal manner and immediately
regretted it.  What was I doing being so cold all of a sudden?  Just
because I was angry at myself was no excuse for taking it out on Trowa.
Feeling agitated, I hooked the blue wire to the green switch and pushed the
button.  The heater was working.  

	"Heero Yuy ... everything he does is perfect."   

        I turned around and found him sitting on the floor.  Half of his face was
obscured by the dim lighting in the small cabin, but the softened
expression in his eyes was unmistakable.  No, I was not perfect.  I
approached him and sat down facing him.  I reached out for his burnt hand
and ran my fingers lightly over the small burnt area.  Good thing it was
only a first degree burn.  It was my fault that he got burnt. 

        I felt him flinching a little at the slight pain and grimaced inwardly.  I
would have to take care of this little inconvenience.  Leaning down, I
kissed the wound and ran my tongue over it slowly, laving it, my eyes never
leaving his.  

	And then he sneezed. 

        I cursed myself inwardly for not having paid attention sooner.  Trowa was
soaking wet.  No, we were both soaking wet and one of us would be getting
sick soon if we didn't do something about it.  I started to pull off
Trowa's jacket, much to his surprise.  His hands came up as he tried to do
it himself but I ignored him as my hands busied themselves with the task of
removing his clothes.  

        My hands stopped in mid-motion as his hands covered mine.  "Really, Heero
I can tak- " I leaned over before he could finish his sentence and covered
his lips with my own.  There were so many things I wanted to say.  I wanted
to tell him that I wanted to be the one taking care of him, that I would
not let him get hurt again, that I ... I ...

        I kissed him even harder, not letting go as I let my emotions swing to
full force.  I kissed along those fine cheekbones and down his jaw, my
tongue lapping at his lower lip and then plunging in, again and again.  My
arms wrapped themselves tightly around him and I leaned forward, bringing
both of us to the floor.  When I pulled back again, Trowa's lips were
swollen from the force of the kiss.  He opened his eyes and looked at me,
his face flushed from my recent initiation.  Then Trowa did the most
unexpected thing- his hand reached up to caress my face.

        I turned my face into his palm and rubbed against it softly, enjoying the
feel of his skin against mine.  I turned my head a little more and kissed
his palm, then I leaned down again and nipped at his throat.  I could hear
the tapping of the rain against the window pane.  The storm was getting
wilder and stronger.  Kokoro no arashi ... yes, so was the storm of my heart.

        I loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt as fast as I could so that I
could rid myself of this unnecessary hindrance.  I pushed Trowa's shirt
back and exposed his bare shoulders, temporarily forgetting to unbutton the
rest of the buttons on his wet shirt.  I just wanted to get closer to him.
I licked away and sucked up the wetness of his skin; it tasted like a
mixture of rainwater and sweat.  I lapped at one nipple and then the other,
feeling him tensing, a failed attempt to hide his reactions.

        My eyes widened slightly when Trowa suddenly pulled me up to him and
kissed me hard.  I felt him running his hand down my back and up again
while I let his questing tongue in and sucked it.  I had decided that this
little abandoned rest cabin was the best and most secluded makeout spot on
the entire campus.

        I pulled my mouth away abruptly and watched Trowa's frustrated response
with some amusement.  As subtle as he was, nothing Trowa did could escape
my gaze.  I started to kiss his chest again, my eyes never leaving his as I
did so.  I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and helped him as he shrugged
out of it before tossing it off to a side.  The heater would dry our
clothes soon enough.  I eventually got to his navel and, on a whim, I
started using my teeth to unbuckle his belt.  It was difficult but the
opportunity to see his reaction to my ministrations was definitely worth
it.  I knew that we had now gone further than we had ever been before, but
as long as Trowa was not protesting, I intended to take this as far as I
could.

        I leaned up over Trowa and watched his face carefully as I put my hand
over the bulge that was showing through his briefs.  I suppressed my urge
to smile when Trowa closed his eyes and threw his head back.  I moved my
hand in a circular motion, rubbing slowly through the fabric before I
slipped my hand inside and squeezed.  Trowa's eyes snapped open in shock.  

	I realized I had gone too far. 

        I held his gaze, refusing to be the one to look away first.  We had played
this game in the past, sometimes I won and other times he would be the
victor.  But I knew it was not a game this time.  I needed to know if he
would allow me to take our relationship one step further.  I needed an
affirmation.  

	Trowa nodded. 

        Without breaking off my gaze, I watched him intently as I pulled off the
slacks he was wearing, along with his briefs.  As contained and
well-trained as Trowa had been in hiding his emotions, the blush that was
stealing across his face was unmistakable.  With a small smile on my lips,
I finally broke off the eye contact as I leaned down and brushed my lips
against the head of his member.

	"...!!" 

        The sudden jerk of his body caught me off guard for a moment before I
resumed my ministrations.  I swallowed the head and licked it slowly,
careful of Trowa's reaction lest he suddenly decided to thrust up and choke
me by accident.  My hands reached under to lift his legs a little more in
order to give me more access.  I felt his muscles tense and move under my
palms while he tried to keep from making a sound.  I lightly grazed the
velvety head of his member with my teeth and I heard something that
remotely resembled a moan.

        I pulled back and looked at Trowa.  He opened his eyes reluctantly and
gazed down at me.  His forehead was coated with a light sheet of
perspiration.  His pale face was a little flushed, while his dark green
eyes were feverish with need.  I had him this time.  I had him good.  I
gave him a grin as my hand reached over and gave him a sharp squeeze.

        "Hn-!!"  Trowa threw his head back sharply and winced when he hit his head
hard on the floor.  

	Damn.  What was I thinking when I did that to him? 

        Trowa must had seen my concern because he gave me a negative shake of his
head and a shy smile, urging me to proceed.  I went down on him again, no
more tricks this time.

        I took him in all the way into my mouth, resisting the sudden urge to gag
as I felt his member went past my gag reflex.  I started with a slow
sucking, nibbling at the skin and running my tongue over the surface
occasionally.  Despite the howling wind, I could hear his breath now
hitching in gasps as his member hardened in my waiting mouth.

        I ran my hands up and down the back of his thighs, feeling his muscles
strain and tense in an attempt to hold in his reaction.  One of my hands
reached under and cupped his balls, pressing and rubbing languidly in a
circular motion, squeezing and tugging at them every once in a while.  Even
Trowa could only hold back for so long.

        I pulled back a little and then plunged my mouth down again and repeated
the movement.  After a few tries, I finally started to feel Trowa begin to
respond.  He lifted his hips a little every time I plunged downward,
wanting me to take him deeper.  I obliged him gladly, now that I had gone
past the urge to choke.

        I kept my eyes open and glanced at Trowa as I moved my head up and
down on his shaft, carefully concealing any emotions or reactions on my
part. Trowa was definitely writhing now, his lithe and dancer-like body
moving in rhythm of my mouth, arching up wanting more, and more.  I was so
tempted to jerk myself off as I watched his body twist and tremble in the
most erotic way.  Seeing Trowa this way was making me so hard and so hot, I
wanted to release now!  But instead of bringing my hand to where it should
be, I reached lower, brushing my finger tips against his silky skin and
slipped one finger into his entrance, all the way to the second knuckle.  

	Trowa hissed. 

       Knowing Trowa, it was probably more a hiss of surprise than a hiss
of pain.  Both of us had been in combat long enough to develope a high
tolerance toward pain.  However, a small part of me wasn't so sure about
him.  I knew enough about this subject to know that it would hurt the first
time around, but would he be able to take the pain?  I gave his member a
good hard suck as I pushed my finger in deeper, rubbing his canal back and
forth before slipping in a second finger.

        "Heero..."  That came out more as a whimper than a statement.  I pulled
back and nuzzled at the insides of his thighs.  I shifted a little and
suddenly became conscious of my own erection and need.  I was hard, so hard
that it was actually painful.  It was amazing what the sight of Trowa could
do to me.

        I looked him in the eye, our faces milimetres apart, my breathing fast and
heavy to my ears. Pressing a closemouthed kiss to his lips, I carefully
lifted his legs onto my shoulders, positioning myself until my head was
probing his entrance.  This was it, the moment of fulfillment.

        A flash of lightning tore across the sky and I entered Trowa right then.
His cry was drowned out by the thunder that followed.  I stayed still
inside of him.  Surely I could hold back a little longer until he was used
to me.  Surely I could.  But it felt so good.  Trowa was so tight,
impossibly tight, much tighter than I had ever imagined.  I had never felt
such feeling of physical bliss.

        Taking a deep breath, I leaned over and looked at Trowa.  His eyes were
closed, his face was pale like procelain in the dim light.  Another crash
of thunder assaulted the brief silence we had, then a flash of ligtning; a
precursor marking the coming of another thunder clap.  My heart skipped a
beat as I saw a small drop of liquid- tears.  I kissed Trowa's eyelids
apologetically and wondered if I should pull out after all.  It was one
thing to consummate what we had, but if Trowa was going to be hurt, I would
rather stop.

        I started to withdraw but Trowa opened his eyes suddenly as he threw his
arms around me and pulled me to him in a sudden movement.  Not expecting
this sudden gesture, I lost my balance and fell atop of him, my length
entered into him in a quick movement.  I felt him tensing up instantly at
another onslaught of pain.

	Another crash of thunder. 

        The storm was at its fullest now.  The force of the howling wind rattled
and shook the windows violently, as if to tear it off its hinges and
shatter the fragile glass within.  I held Trowa close and pressed wet
kisses on the side of his neck again before resuming my thrusts into his
tightness.

        I began with slow long strokes, entering him gently and pulling back
before entering again.  I reached out and grasped his wrist, brought it up
to my lips and kissed him; a tender gesture on my part as I tried to give
him reassurance.  Trowa's eyes were closed, his lips parting slightly as
his breathing came in short, but soft, gasps.  

        The room lit up for a few seconds with another strike of lightning.  I
pulled out almost all the way and thrust back into Trowa in one smooth
motion.  His entire body arched up as he cried out, his voice merging with
the rolling sound of thunder.  The muscles in his wrist were tense, they
strained under the feel of my palm as I plunged in and out of him.  Each
stroke brought me closer, closer to the home I seeked, closer to eternity.

        Drops of perspiration rolled down my bangs and fell onto the smooth plane
of Trowa's torso, melting and uniting with his substance, before rolling
down lazily along his side as his body was moved by and moved along with mine.

        I kept my eyes open the entire time, focusing my attention on the feeling
of Trowa wrapping around me, while watching every little change on his
face.  Finally, I let go of his wrist and cupped his face with my hands,
tilting his face up.

        "Look at me," I breathed.  "Trowa, look at me..."  I gazed into the dark
emerald pools, filled with pain, pleasure, hunger, and emotions that I had
never seen before.  I felt power then, the power of making Trowa react, of
making him feel, of making him want, all because of me.  His eyes ... they
were alive.

        I kissed him hungrily, breathing into him and drawing in his essence.  I
continued my pistoning motion into him, faster and harder now.  I could
hear small gasps and whimpers coming from him as I moved, his hard shaft
rubbing against my abdomen.  Then, he convulsed around me and showered my
lower torso with warm thick fluids.  I entered him again and again, faster
and harder every time.  Then I shuddered on top of him, my lips caught his
in an exulting wave of pleasure as I climaxed.

        We laid in silence afterwards, my body covering his as I felt his
breathing slowly returned to normal.  I slowly raised myself up and gently
pulled out of him.  Seeing that Trowa's eyes were closed, I slowly and
kissed away the sweat on his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, and his neck.

        I did not know how long we laid there.  I watched over him as he fell
asleep afterwards, and used that time to cleaned him up carefully with my
damp shirt.  I figured I could make do with just the jacket.  No one
would notice either way.  I studied his face as he slept, admiring how
serene and beautiful he looked.  I never felt so fortunate in my life.

        "Ready to go?"  I asked him lightly, my voice betrayed none of the
emotions I felt.  I heard him sitting up and fumbling for his clothes.  For
some reason, Trowa wouldn't meet my eyes.  I looked out the window as he
dressed in silence.  The rain had finally stopped.

        We started to walk back in companionable silence.  Somehow, this silence
unnerved me.  I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.  Trowa turned
his face and looked away again when he saw me watching him.  He was walking
with some difficulty.  Did I hurt him?  But I thought I was being rather
careful, wasn't I?  I took my eyes off of Trowa nad focused my attention to
what was before me instead, cursing myself for the n-th time.  I probably
shouldn't have proceeded with it, either.  I must had been rushing him.
That might have been why Trowa wasn't talking to me now.    

        I looked up sharply when I heard him stumble.  I caught him before I could
stop myself.  Then, ignoring the fact that Trowa probably didn't want to
talk to me, I picked him up and carried him.  It was my fault that he was
having problems walking.  It was the least I could do.  I glanced down at
Trowa, whose eyes were downcast.  I was sure that it was unease and
embarrassment that I saw on his face.

        For the rest of the trip back to school, we bore it in uncomfortable
silence.  There was still another hour before school let out so we should
be safe from being discovered.  I made up my mind that whoever saw us and
made fun of us would get the shit beaten out of them.  At that moment, I
was feeling a mixture of guilt, regret, hurt and anger.  But none of the
feeling were as strong as that of failure.

	I failed. 

        I ran the keycard through the scan.  The door slid open soundlessly and I
carried Trowa inside into his room.  I took in the familiar surroundings.
I recalled the many times that I had been here.  The room was always so
clean, so neat.  It seemed to mirror Trowa himself in its cleanliness and
purity.  

	I had taken away Trowa's purity.   

        Yes, I reasoned, he had every right to be angry at me.  I gently laid him
down on his bed.  Trowa's eyes were once again opened, but they seemed
unfocused, as if he were in deep thought.  I wanted to kiss him so badly
then.  I wished he would say something, anything.  I wouldn't mind if he
wanted to hit me for my carelessness.  In the past I couldn't have cared
less if people ignored me, but not anymore.  Not Trowa.  Not my Trowa.

        I kept my expression neutral even as I released him and got up from the
bed.  There was only one thing left for me to do.  I turned to leave and
was startled to find Trowa's hand in mine.  I looked at him.  This time,
Trowa did not look away.  He met my gaze steadily, his expression
unreadable.  He gave a forceful tug suddenly and pulled me to him.  His
slender arms wrapped around my shoulders as he leaned up and kissed me.

	"Stay," Trowa smiled. 

X               X               X 

        Outside, the rain beat a staccato rhythm against the window pane.  Rainy
days could be rather nice.  

        "Helloo?  Hey!!  Earth to Heero Yuy!" Duo waved his hand in front of
Heero's face.  "Anyone ever told you that it's rude to ignore people?"  Duo
said irritably.  "So Heero, have you tw- oh hii~i Trowa!"  Duo grinned at
the taller boy, who had just entered the room. 

	"Trowa," Heero gestured at the rain outside.  "Wanna go for a walk?" 

	For a moment, Duo could've sworn that Trowa was blushing.