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Co-Written with Steph 


Heero drew his tongue along the other boy's lower lip, testing the 
softness before sinking his teeth into pliant flesh. Emerald eyes 
snapped open. A barely perceptible intake of breathe. And that was 
it. He growled slightly, and tried again. This time he dug his hands 
into the hair at the nape of Trowa's neck, forcing the boy's head up. 
He dragged his teeth along the delicate jawline, the smooth throat, 
stopping once he reached the curve of one shoulder. He bit at the 
flesh, then soothed the injury with soft sucking kisses. Trowa's head 
dropped back easily. Too accommodating, too quickly. Heero slanted a 
glance upward, taking in the slightest clenching of Trowa's jaw, the 
resigned expression. But Heero wasn't about to settle for resignation 
this time. 

So there was a tension in the jaws, Heero mused. Apparently that meant 
the taller pilot was able to feel and react after all. One who felt 
could never be completely resigned. Keeping that in mind, Heero tried 
again.  He pushed back the now ripped shirt from Trowa's naked 
shoulders and pulled it off of him completely. Heero kept his palms 
flat on Trowa's skin and moved it up along the smooth planes of his 
body before the callused hands encountered one nipple, then the 
other. Heero looked at Trowa carefully as he rubbed the two nubs with 
the roughest part of his hands, again and again. 

Trowa's breathe released with a soft hiss. Smirking slightly, Heero 
bent to capture one nipple in his mouth, playing the flesh between 
his lips. He stabbed at the nub with his tongue. And still Trowa 
remained impassive.  Almost reluctantly, Heero tracked his mouth 
wetly up to the other boy's ear. "You love me." 

A flicker of... something in those emerald eyes.  Apprehension 
perhaps. The response breathed more than spoken. "...yes". 

No, it had been concern. Heero pressed against him, forcing him to 
stagger backwards. A soft thunk, and he was against the door frame. A 
shifting of weight; a knee forced hard between his legs. Heero rocked 
his thigh up against Trowa's groin, his mouth still wet at Trowa's 
ear. "Tell me you want me." 

Another flicker, and those eyes turned away. "I..." 

The calloused hands traced down and around to the back of the taller 
pilot's thighs, up over his buttocks. Fingers curving inward, Heero 
tightened his grip and pressed Trowa even closer. "Tell me you don't 
want me." A frustrated sound forced its way through Trowa's throat. 
Fingers bit into him once more as the mouth dragged away from his ear 
with a hiss of annoyance. Trowa's mouth was open even before Heero's 
kiss hit home. The hot tongue licked around his mouth, teasing. With 
the barest turn of his head Trowa gave himself away. Heero laughed 
softly as he slipped inside. And just as suddenly, he retreated, 
drawing the other boy's tongue into his own mouth. 

A slight stiffening on the part of the taller boy was the only 
indication of his reaction.  Heero once again took the initiative and 
ventured further as his tongue met Trowa's, teasing him every now and 
then while his hands wondered to the front of Trowa's pants.  With 
one hand, Heero yanked at the zipper, hard.  A startled gasp escaped 
from the taller boy at the sudden advance and Heero smiled to 
himself, he was finally getting some kind of reaction.  "So ... " 
Heero licked and sucked at the pulse point.  "How would you like your 
first time?" He slid his hand down to the front of Trowa's briefs and 
started to rub him in a circular motion, pressing and tugging at him 
occasionally. 

"Heero ... I-" Trowa's voice had the slightest trace of strain in it, 
as if he was struggling for control. 

Heero hummed in encouragement and slipped one hand inside the other 
boy's briefs, pressing rhythmically against the hardness he found 
within that constricting fabric. Trowa's hips surged forward, but he 
didn't finish.  Heero pulled back once more to study the taller 
pilot. Trowa gave out a soft whimper in response, eyes a little 
frantic... a lot confused. Testing, Heero curled his hand around the 
boy's cock and pumped. A ragged breathe, a faintly imploring look. 
Satisfied, he slowly drew his hand out and yanked the rest of the 
boy's clothes down. He stepped close again to drag his mouth across 
Trowa's cheek, over his mouth, then down. Sinking slowly to his 
knees, Heero traced his tongue over the smooth belly, carefully 
avoiding the cock that jerked impatiently. He chuckled softly, 
letting his warm breathe hit the neglected flesh, but nothing more. 
Moving further down, he mouthed the hollow of one thigh, trying to 
catch the flesh between his teeth. Gripping the back of Trowa's 
thighs, he shifted slightly to run his tongue along the underside of 
the boy's balls. He laved them a moment, until he felt the taller 
pilot sag a little, knees beginning to buckle. 

Heero pulled himself up until he was once again facing that hardness. 
Mouth teasingly close to the tip, but refusing to touch, he spoke 
again, exhaling sharply. "You have to ask for it. I want to hear you 
*say* what you want." 

Heero looked up and met Trowa's gaze.  The taller boy looked so 
feverish, as the feeling of desire was evident in those eyes.  Heero 
wanted to hear him say it, he wanted the taller boy to ask for it, to 
beg for it.  Oh, how would he love to see the expression of 
embarrassment from the usually stoic boy.  He broke his gaze with 
Trowa and leaned a little closer toward his erection but pulled back 
right as Trowa attempted to seek contact with him. 

"Ask, I said," Heero said sharply, a small predatory smile quirked up 
at the corner of his lips.  He ran his finger along the underside of 
the shaft while his other hand kept Trowa in place.  "Ask or I'll 
make you stay this way for the rest of the night ..."  He felt Trowa 
tensing beneath the feel of his palm, ah ... so the reaction was 
getting stronger.  It was evident that Trowa was in the throes of the 
first intimate encounter of his life, and the thought of it only 
excited Heero more.  He heard Trowa said something.  "I can't hear 
you..."  Heero's lips was awfully close to that aching member, his 
hot breath bathing the tip.  "Louder, Trowa." 

Trowa's mouth worked silently a moment as he swallowed convulsively. 
Heero pressed forward to lick around his navel, nudging that 
indentation with the hot point of his tongue. And Trowa groaned. The 
first completely unrestrained sound to come from the boy.  With that 
utterance, Heero could feel some of the tension leaving the taut body 
before him. Something had finally given. 

"Aaah.... I --I...." 

"Yes..." Another press of that mouth, anywhere but where it was most 
needed. 

"...please..." 

Heero schooled his features against those imploring eyes. A flush had 
crept along the boy's cheeks, with embarrassment or excitement; Heero 
was equally pleased with either possibility. But he was waiting for 
more. "I want to," he began, sounding as resigned as the other boy 
had been. "But I can't. Not until you tell me what you want." 

Another swallow, and Trowa's eyes darkened. He hesitantly raised one 
arm, and then dropped it, his hand falling to tangle loosely in 
Heero's hair before jerking down to rest against one cheek.  Heero 
turned slowly to catch one finger in his mouth, sucking on that 
digit. He drew his tongue slowly along its inner length. Another gasp. 
"You... please, just... you." 

Heero's lips curved into a small smile around Trowa's finger. With 
one last nip, he pulled away. "Close enough." 

Licking one palm liberally, he wrapped it around Trowa's cock, just 
under the head, and pulled down. His tongue flicked out to taste the 
precum that had already begun to glisten at the tip. When he felt 
Trowa jerk at the touch, shy hands resting lightly on his head for 
support, Heero pressed his mouth against that tip, pushing down 
slowly, allowing the thickness to force his mouth wider as he 
gradually took more in. The hands tangled in his hair flexed and 
tightened, pushing just slightly. But Heero wasn't about to speed up. 
By the time the tip hit the back of his mouth, Trowa was whimpering, 
and at that sound Heero found the last of his own control give out. 
He drew back more quickly this time, slick palm sliding up after his 
mouth. His hand continued to pull on the shaft as his tongue swirled 
around the tip. He felt Trowa begin to squirm, and brought both hands 
up to grip the boy's hips, slowing him down to a more fluid rhythm, 
then encouraging him to set the pace as he drove in & out of Heero's 
warm sucking mouth. 

Hands clenched convulsively against Heero's scalp as Trowa's whimper 
melted into one last groan. Heero tightened his grip on the boy's 
hips, stilling the frantic movements as he sucked in his cheeks and 
waited for the release to flood his mouth. It hit once, twice, and he 
swallowed, allowing Trowa's cock to slowly slip from his mouth. He 
pressed a kiss against the taut belly, as the other pilot began to 
sink to the floor in front of him. 

Heero cupped Trowa's face in his hands and gave him a long hard 
kiss.  He pulled away suddenly and revelled at the fleeting 
expression of surprise in those green eyes.  Bring his hand to the 
top button of his own shirt, Heero watched Trowa intently as he 
slowly unbuttoned the shirt.  The corner of his mouth quirked up a 
little as he watched a faint blush stole across those pale cheeks. 
One button undone, two buttons undone, three and then four.  Heero 
licked his lips slowly and grinned at Trowa, who could do nothing but 
watch.  Letting the shirt hung loosely on him, Heero held up his hand 
and licked at his finger languidly before sliding it down over his 
own exposed skin, watching Trowa's every expression at this quiet act 
of seduction.  He could sense Trowa's breathing speeding up from 
watching this little act of exhibition.  "Do you like it?"  Heero 
murmured.  "Or would you rather ... "  He ran his finger down over 
Trowa's chest and stopping at a nipple.  "that I do it to you?" 
Heero wetted another finger and ran it over Trowa's member this 
time.  He would make Trowa come again, but this time ... they would 
come together, with Heero inside of him, taking him completely. 

"It...?" Trowa's voice hitched on the word, his eyes widening in 
apprehension and... something else. His gaze dropped to the waistband 
of Heero's jeans, and then even lower, biting his lip in an attempt 
to stifle his erratic breathing. Giving Trowa one last caress, Heero 
brought his hand back up Trowa's chest, achingly gentle, tracing up 
and around one shoulder and skimming down the smooth arm to grasp 
Trowa's hand. Twining his fingers around the other boy's, Heero 
tugged the slender hand towards him to press against his straining 
hardness. Trowa's hand flexed once hesitantly, twice experimentally, 
eyes focused desperately on the tanned hand that rested atop his 
own. "That's it..." Slowly, Heero guided Trowa's palm upward, fingers 
curving to trace the line of his erection. Again, Trowa's mouth 
opened, words tumbled out breathlessly. 

"Y-you want... " 

Curling Trowa's fingers into the waistband of his jeans, Heero leaned 
over the taller pilot, his breathe hot and damp, fanning against 
Trowa's mouth. "You. Underneath me." 

The pink tip of Trowa's tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips, 
and Heero closed in to capture it. Trowa opened his mouth to him, 
shyly sliding his tongue against Heero's, drawing a groan from the 
other pilot. A little braver, he dipped his fingers further into 
Heero's jeans, reaching awkwardly across the tensed stomach until he 
brushed against the velvet heat of Heero. And he froze. Heero canted 
his hips slightly to press against Trowa's fingers, murmuring into 
the other's mouth. "C'mon Trowa... don't stop now. C'mon...." Again, 
Trowa's fingers flexed, sliding across the tip of Heero's erection, 
teasingly soft and aimless. Impatient, Heero reached down to guide 
Trowa's other hand to the top button of his jeans. 

He pulled away, watching Trowa's face intently. The other pilot 
looked down shyly, the colour on his cheeks deepening. "Undo them," 
Heero growled, dipping his head back down to nuzzle Trowa's jaw. 
Shaking fingers fumbled with the button, the soft hiss as the zipper 
was jerked down. Heero exhaled slowly against Trowa's neck as the 
coarse fabric was parted and pushed awkwardly back, lifting his hips 
to allow the jeans down further. 

Heero raised briefly to remove the last article of clothing on him 
before sinking down onto the carpet again.   There the two boys sat 
facing each other, taking in the sight of each other exposed down to 
the most intimate details.  With a predatory smile, Heero leaned 
forward suddenly and pressed Trowa onto the ground, leaning over 
him.  "Now that we've gotten rid of the minor inconvenience ..." He 
trailed off as he gestured to the scattered pieces of clothings 
strewned about the small apartment.  "Maybe we should get down to 
business."  Wouldn't the other pilots be surprised if they walked in 
on them at this moment?  Heero smiled a little at the possible risk 
of being seen and disregarded it.  He nipped at Trowa's neck and made 
tiny suck marks at the most conspicuous places.  It was definitely 
time to mark his territory.  Heero trailed tiny wet kisses all over 
Trowa's chest, taking his time to lavish enough attention on those 
hard little nubs, even as his hands wandered all over Trowa's body. 

All the while Trowa tried to stifle the gasps that were escaping from 
his lips, his fingers digging into Heero's back in a desperate but 
failed effort at holding back.  Moving lower now, Heero felt his 
abdomen rubbed against Trowa's shaft, which was getting harder by the 
moment.  Let him suffer, Heero mused as he thought of his own aching 
erection.  Trowa had his release, it was only fair that he waited for 
Heero this time.  He bent Trowa's legs and his hand went under to cup 
one of his buttocks.  Trowa arched up in frustrations, it seemed that 
all attempt at self-containment was lost as the taller pilot ached 
for the release that was not being given to him.  Fingers brushed 
against the tight ring of muscles and Trowa tensed.  "What-" He 
started but was cut short when a digit found its way inside. 

"Don't you worry about it," Heero said in a low voice.  He would 
have his fun yet.  Trowa was his.  He would be Trowa's first, and 
last. 

Pressing rhythmically, Heero eased deeper into Trowa, watching the 
confusion play across his face before settling to mild discomfort. A 
little further, and Trowa stiffened under him, a cry escaping his 
lips. It was just enough to assure the taller pilot there was more to 
come. Satisfied, Heero eased his finger back. He carefully pressed a 
second finger into the boy beneath him, stretching him. Trowa was 
panting now, an anguished sound that made Heero feel all the more 
possessive. But when the other boy began to push desperately against 
his hand, seeking that jolt, Heero pulled back sharply. "No! You'll 
get it when I want you to get it," he admonished, slapping the green 
eyed boy across the ass. Trowa whimpered. Mesmerized, Heero reached 
out to trace the livid colour that blossomed along the pale flesh. 

Again, Trowa pushed against him. "Can't you..."  Heero ran his hands 
up the back of Trowa's thighs, drawing them closer to the boy's chest. 
Hooking ankles over his shoulders, he pressed against the exposed 
pucker. 

"Now ask me." 

Drawing in an uncertain breathe, Trowa tried again.  "Please... c- 
can't you do it?" 

Again, that predator's smile. Heero leaned forward and began to 
slowly press into the other boy. Easing in, then pulling back, and in 
a little further, Heero worked until the head of his member was fully 
within the boy. Tight. God, Trowa was so tight. Heero paused, eyes 
squeezed shut, gritting his teeth, trying to keep his body under 
control. The boy squirming under him didn't help. Reaching down to 
grip the slender hips beneath him, Heero drove forward, groaning as 
he slid all the way in. He pulled back and began pumping into that 
heat, long and slow, and deliriously tight. Dimly he was aware of 
Trowa straining to match him, pushing against the carpet. 

Heero slid all the way out and thrust inside again, earning a small 
cry from the boy below him.  Oh, he was definitely glad that he made 
the move tonight.  It was worth it, so worth it.  He drove in and out 
of Trowa, harder and harder with each push as he watched the taller 
boy pushed back against him.  "Is this how you want it?"  Another 
thrust.  "Tell me Trowa, is this how you want it?!"  Heero demanded, 
wanting to see that blush across that pale delicate face again.  Sure 
enough, those pair of emerald eyes opened and looked away almost 
immediately. 

The taller pilot blushed even harder as he noticed Heero watching 
him.  Heero reached down and pumped Trowa's organ slowly, carefully 
so that Trowa did not come before him.  He wanted to take his time on 
this, so that he could try something different while they were at 
it.  Heero smiled at the thought and leaned down.  He wrapped his 
arms around Trowa's slender waist and rolled both of them over in a 
swift movement.  He gave Trowa a long kiss before releasing him. 
Lying with his back on the carpet now and Trowa impaled on him, Heero 
reached up and caressed Trowa's face.  "You don't expect me to do all 
the work, do you?"  He said in a low voice.  A confused look spread 
across Trowa's face at the remark.  "I'll guide you then," Heero 
grabbed a hold of Trowa again and thrust upward suddenly, earning yet 
another cry from him.  "Now, ride me." 

Startled, Trowa dropped his hands to brace against Heero's chest. 
Heero's hands on his hips pushed him up, almost completely off, and 
then... nothing. The hands were gone, grasping his wrists and pinning 
them to the carpet on either side of Heero's waist. "I said... Now. 
Ride. Me." The taller boy was too still for a moment. Eyes forced 
shut, cheeks a furious pink, he shifted his weight experimentally. 
Heero bit back a groan, and stopped himself from forcing his way back 
into that heat. Painfully slow, Trowa pushed back down. Heero 
tightened his grip on the other boy's wrists, rising up to meet him 
just a little. He wanted to pound into Trowa until he saw stars. But 
more than that, he wanted *Trowa* to take them there. And already the 
taller pilot was rising, thighs sliding against Heero's hips as he 
strained upwards, crying out as that jolt came more intense. 

As Trowa's movements became more sure, Heero relaxed the pressure on 
his wrists and pushed himself up until he was sitting, drawing 
Trowa's hands to rest against his shoulders. The other boy's fingers 
clutched at him, surprisingly strong, as he continued to slide 
against Heero, faster... faster, pressing closer to Heero, his cock 
trapped between their bodies.  Breathing harshly, Heero cupped the 
delicate face above him, running his thumb along the bottom lip. 
Pressing, Trowa's mouth opened slightly, his breathe erratic against 
Heero's skin. Heero opened that mouth even wider and pulled the boy 
down so he could push his tongue inside, echoing Trowa's rhythm. 

So warm, so hot, so soft.  Heero pressed his lips harder against those 
yielding lips.  He just couldn't get enough of Trowa.  He sucked 
hard at that pale neck, biting and nipping at it and moved downward. 
He captured a nipple in his mouth and teased it, again and again, 
repeating the foreplay, trying to bring the taller boy to climax 
before he did.  "Heero..." He heard Trowa gasped out and smiled to 
himself inwardly.  Trowa was his now, all his.  Without a warning, 
Heero pressed the taller boy down again so that he was on top of 
him once more and resumed his own thrusting even as he felt Trowa 
pushing back against him.  No more holding back this time.  He wanted 
release too and damn if he was going to come after Trowa.  Iron 
fingers wrapped around Trowa's member and moved up and down on that 
aching length.  Trowa's head was thrown back, his lips parted in 
ecstacy as he arched up and matched Heero's rhythm.  Heero was 
driving into him harder and rougher with every thrust, as if he was 
trying to pierce through him completely, possessing him.  With one 
last squeeze, Trowa climaxed, his body shuddered and convulsed around 
Heero's member.  Heero leaned down to kiss the swollen lips as he 
continued his thrusts, he let Trowa swallowed his name as he came 
inside of the taller boy, emptying his seeds into that hot welcoming 
embrace of his body. 

Heero dropped his weight onto the boy shuddering beneath him, 
pressing his face into Trowa's neck as he waited for the starburst 
behind his eyes to fade. God. How had he gone so long without this? 
Sighing softly, he shifted and eased himself out of Trowa's warmth. 
He reached down to twine his fingers through the other boy's, 
squeezing tightly. 'Mine,' he mouthed against the damp skin of the 
his neck. Then again, aloud and fierce as he pushed himself up to 
look at Trowa's face. 

Brilliant green eyes opened slowly to his, and this time they didn't 
look away. "Heero..." 

Heero leaned up to pressed his lips against Trowa's in a hard close- 
mouthed kiss. He murmured against the yielding mouth, and smiled as 
he felt an answering curve in the other's lips. Finally, he'd found 
what he wanted. 

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