By Quicksylver
Just a litle 1x3 I wrote cause i wanted to. The time line is twisted
so let's just say that Heero had tried to self destruct
right after killing all the ESA officials ok?
Standard Disclaimers apply. Warnings? some angst,
abuse of timeline, a hints of lime.
Enjoy!
It was like watching a horrible accident in slow motion, knowing what was going to happen but not being able to control himself, he was being played like a puppet on a string. He could see himself steering the deadly war machine, his face taut with concentration.
"NO... don't!" he screamed at his twin... but it was in vain.
The shuttle exploded into a ball of flames, enveloping the white gundam. He could hear their screams clearly; mingling with his own as the flames burned his skin and flesh.
Heero jerked awake, sweating profusely though the vest he wore and trembling fiercely. He had had that dream again; it was always the same one. Slowly his breathing evened out and his vision cleared. He was lying in the bedroom of a small apartment safe house in Greece. From where he lay he could hear the sounds of the sponge boats as they rocked against each other in the over crowded docks.
A body shifted next to his as a slender arm snaked loosely around his waist.He turned his head and let the warm breath of the person next to him wash over his face. He stared at the sleeping form of Trowa Barton. The tall pilot's face was relaxed in slumber; his pale skin was smooth in the moonlight, his long bang askew from tossing. Heero shifted his head slightly so that their foreheads touched.
He remembered the first time that he had heard Trowa laugh. It had been that day ha had woken up at the circus a while after he had tried to self-destruct. Trowa had been the one to save his life, gathering his limp body into the massive palm of Heavyarms. After that day Trowa had stuck by his side, his silent support on the long and rocky road to redemption. This kind of regret was all too familiar too him and it had hit him hard.
Heero closed his eyes and inhaled the unique scent of his lover... his lover. He remembered the first time that they had made love. He had just met Sylvia, the granddaughter of the late commander [1] , and was very upset. Trowa and wrapped his long arms around Heero's trembling form and hugged him. Heero couldn't remember the last time that someone had held him like that.
Then, in one weak and memorable moment, Heero just let go, shedding all of his years of training and fear and captured Trowa's mouth in a desperate kiss. Their subsequent lovemaking had been full of desire, emotional as well as physical. Trowa had let Heero take the lead, understanding the fear and uncertainty tearing at the Japanese boy's heart.
It had been slow and exploratory at first, building gradually into a frenzied desire for attention and vindication. After, they had lay in each other's arms exhausted and sated. That night he had fallen asleep in the same embrace that had started it all.
Since then they had become each other's 'anchors', keeping each other sane amidst the madness that was war. Heero didn't now how love factored in. true, Trowa fulfilled a deep need in him that seemed to span forever, there was no denying it. But love? he didn't know what love truly was or if what he felt deep down was indeed that.
Heero blinked sleepily, unconsciously gravitating deeper into the encirclement of Trowa's arms. The tall redhead tightened the embrace and the Japanese boy sighed. As he finally surrendered once more to sleep, he made a wish on the bright and lone star that shone outside the bare window. Heero Yuy wished that this moment could last forever.
[1] For the life of me I can't remember the ESA leader's name.
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