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" Something to Talk About"Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Language; Lemon; Lime; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or Weiss
Kruez. I'm only having a little fun here. You can try to sue me, but
all I have worth taking is my cat that's named Duo, but looks like
Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Notes: Cross over with Weiss Kruez
Something to Talk About Part 10 Omi set back in his chair as he studied the screen closely. His report was almost done. Once completed, he would be able to finally sleep. It was something that he had been lacking as of lately. His blue eyes ran back toward the bed. Yoji was sleeping peacefully under the blankets. At that moment, the phone started ringing. Not wanting the rings to wake his boyfriend, he picked up before the first one could end. Shock consumed him when he heard Trowa's voice. "Is Ken there?" Trowa asked, sounding as natural as ever. The blonde stared aimlessly for a few seconds, wondering why his ex wanted to speak with his friend. "Hold on a minute." Omi answered and placed the receiver down on the table. He pushed from his chair and headed toward Ken's room. The green eyed man was relaxing on his bed while listening to music. "Ken. Phone for you. . .it's Trowa." Ken looked up for a second before grabbing the phone next to his bed. "Thanks Omi." The smaller man remained standing in the doorway, wondering what was going on. "What's up Trowa?" "Am I interrupting anything?" The Latin asked as he continued to pace his living room floor. "No. I was just relaxing." "Do you have anything planned for tonight?" "No." "Well, I think we should talk." "Where?" "Can you come over?" "Sure. What time?" Ken sat up in bed and looked over at the clock. It was then that he noticed that Omi was still standing in his presence with a confused expression on his face. "Whenever." "I'm on my way then." They hung up and Ken looked at his friend. "When did you start seeing Trowa?" "I'm not seeing him. We're just friends." Omi looked down at the floor and started to leave. "Omi, are you okay with this?" "Why wouldn't I be? I can't tell you who to be friends with." "Does it bother you that it's Trowa?" "No. It doesn't." With that, the blonde left. Duo pulled from the kiss in attempts to gain his breath. When he had come to visit the man he had been calling "Blondie", he was intent on finding out his name. However, as they shared a drink, one thing lead to another, which ultimately lead to the bed room. During the process, Duo found that Blondie was one of the best kissers that he had ever come across. For some strange reason, he remembered his conversation with Trowa earlier about nameless sex. Not wanting the taller man to have any kind of victory over him, known, or unknown, he pulled from his lover. "Before we go any further, what's your name?" "Haruka. You?" "Duo. Now that that's out of the way." He
grabbed the hem of the shirt. "You have tits?" Duo blurted and stared up at the breast. The woman he believed to be a man sat up on his stomach with a confused look on her face. At that moment, all the feminine features were screaming out to him and he silently cursed himself for not noticing them before now. "Don't you?" "Hell no. I'm a guy." To prove this, his shirt was ripped open to expose his flat chest. "Well this is awkward."
"What did you want to talk about Trowa?" Ken asked suddenly, snapping the Latin from his thoughts. "I was just wondering what you felt about us." "What about us?" Trowa kept his eyes to the kitten, though it could be mistaken that he was looking at Ken's groin. This in mind, he avert his eyes straight down, to the couch cushion that he was sitting cross legged on. "Is friendship all that's between us?" Ken stared at Trowa a moment, wondering where this was going. Was Trowa trying to move ahead in the friendship?. . .or was he trying to end it. Since there were times that it felt awkward between them. "What do you mean?" Trowa sighed, as if trying to pick the right words. "I don't want to mislead you Ken. I know that I have a lot of problems with relationships; friends as well as lovers. . .sometimes they run together and it's not always a good thing." The florist continued to stare at him in wonder. "I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I want us to be friends. . .but I want it to be mutual." "What if I didn't want to agree with that?" "Then we should just end this right now and save face for both." Pushing the cat from his lap, Ken slid closer to the Latin and lightly cupped the downcast chin in his strong hand. Green met emerald. "Why would it turn out that way?" "Ken." Trowa's voice was barely a whisper before the hunter placed his finger over the speaking lips to silence them. "Why couldn't this time have a different outcome?" "Because I'm doomed to have flop relationships." "Don't you even want to try?" Trowa was silent a moment before answering. "I don't think I have the potency any more for a full relationship." "What if we took it slow? I mean, for now, let's just be friends. . .but if it starts to evolve into something more. . .can we just let it?" "Why would you want to do that?" "Gut instinct." Heero stepped back into the bedroom and allowed his eyes to trace Aya's naked body. He leaned against the door frame and stared at the peaceful features. In the pass two months, they had grown considerably closer. Heero found enough comfort to begin telling Aya about his time in the war. In return, Aya began to open as well by informing him of his lost family and being an assassin. It surprised Heero just how close their past ran. . .which was probably why they could understand each other. Presently, the violet eyes opened and looked up at him. "Are you going to stare at me all night, or come lay with me?" A smirk pulled at the Japanese man's lips as he thought about this. It wasn't too surprising that the sex was getting better as well. Without answering, Heero walked over to the bed and climbed under the sheets with his lover. Their lips met warmly as Aya worked to remove the jeans that was blocking their bare flesh to meet. When they pulled from the kiss, Heero stared down into the deep purple and remembered what Trowa had said earlier that evening. The last time they argued was three weeks ago when Aya had came to Heero's apartment and caught him rubbing Trowa's leg. The argument wasn't as long drawn out or venomous. It was more or less a disagreement. He had admitted that Aya handled himself a lot differently that time than he usually did. The Japanese man wasn't sure if it was because Aya was getting use to his friendship with Trowa, or the fact that Trowa had been spending less time with him than usual. . .somehow, he felt that it was the second reason. As he kissed along Aya's neck, he slid himself into his lover, and began thrusting easily into the haven. Whatever the reason for the lack of arguments, didn't really matter. They were both enjoying the time they shared. They were getting to know each other better, as well as finding new feelings that they held. They each seemed much happier, and closer. "Heero." Aya moaned as the thrusts became more vigorous. It wasn't the first time that the older man had called his name during sex. . .and it wouldn't be the last either. Trowa rolled over and looked at the clock. Two-thirty two. Another knock on the door brought him to push away the covers and climb out of bed. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he headed into the living room and turned on the light. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he opened the door to find Dee standing in the hallway. The man standing before him was dressed in a police officer's uniform. "Trowa Barton?" "Dee, what are you doing?" He asked in fatigue. "Dee Laytner." He flashed his badge, and then produced a piece of paper. "I have authorization to search your apartment and your being." Trowa accepted the paper and read as Dee walked into the apartment. The paper in his hand appeared to be a legally biding search warrant. "Dee, what's going on? What's this about?" The officer was searching the living room with his eyes before turning to look at Trowa. "Sir, we have reason to believe that you are in the possession of illegal sex toys." Trowa stared at the older man in relaxed displeasure. "Now, Mr. Barton, if you would close the door and place your hands against it, then we will proceed." Raising the warrant up for the officer to see, he ripped it in two. Dee removed his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes at the Latin. A seductive look clouded the green eyes that drove the officer wild. "Don't make this harder on yourself Mr. Barton." "I like for things to be hard." Trowa answered as he closed the door and stepped closer to his lover. In one swift motion, Trowa was pushed against the wall, face first as Dee's hands began to frisk his body. He closed his eyes as Dee pressed their bodies together and roughly grabbed his slightly aroused manhood. "I hope you have a permit for this Mr. Barton." He squeezed harder, making the suspect's breathing become heavier and more pleased. Trowa could feel the lust brewing in the depths of his body. Dee's touch was more than enough of a cause. "I'll have to further investigate." The officer continued and released his hold to allow his hand to travel some place new. "As well as to search here." Trowa slowly opened his eyes to look back at his partner as his backside was being caressed. "I'm going to have to ask you to step into your bedroom and remove your clothes Mr. Barton." The cop stepped back and gave his suspect a chance to move on his own. Hiding his grin, Trowa refused to move, causing the other man to seize his upper arm and drag him into the room. Pushing the door closed, he threw Trowa to the bed, causing him to nearly land on the kitten that was sleeping. With the bounce impact, Freesia jumped off the bed and scrambled through the partially closed door. Dee stood over the younger man, his eyes tracing the half naked lean frame. Given a full view of the ensemble, Trowa felt his jeans start to tighten. He wasn't sure why cops made him horny. . .but the one standing before him was making him more than just a little aroused. His green eyes ran the form standing at the foot of his bed. He should have known that Dee was up to something from the start. Though he was a detective, he was wearing the uniform of a street cop. . .complete with gun, handcuffs, and nightstick. "This is your chance to remove your clothes on your own Mr. Barton." Trowa hesitated only a second before seizing the front of his jeans. He slowly unbutton and unzipped them. The process of removing them was at a more leisure pace as he arched his back and pulled them from his hips. Dee watched in patient satisfaction at the obedience. In truth, he was hoping that Trowa would make him remove the pants. The jeans removed, Trowa sat up seductively and stared deeply into his lovers eyes. Dee did his best to remain calm. More than anything, he wanted to jump the man on the bed and have mad sex with him just as they always did. . .but after hearing from Duo about Trowa's fetish; he thought it would be a little more fun this way. "Sir, I'm going to have to restrain you while I continue the search." Without waiting for Trowa to answer, he straddled the younger man and forced his wrists to the bed post. Though it wasn't much, Trowa offered a little resistance. . .just for good measure. Finally, the detective managed to handcuff the Latin to the bed. Dee allowed his lips to hover slightly over Trowa's lips, wanting to taste the thin lips, but remained stern. He sat on his knees between Trowa's parted legs and placed his index and middle finger in his mouth. When they became moist, he slid them inside the waiting boy. Caressing the prisoner, he leaned forward and their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. Trowa began to moan softly into Dee's mouth as he was touched in just the right spot. Slowly he pulled away and looked into the fiery emeralds. "I need you to suck something for me." He whispered lightly and removed his fingers. Trowa didn't respond as Dee kneeled by his head. He waited patiently for the manhood as the detective reached for his belt. Surprise consumed the laying man as the night stick was pulled from the belt. As it was prepared to enter his mouth, Trowa glared up at his lover. "You're kidding right?" The gleam in the face looking down at him clearly said that he wasn't. At first, the thought wasn't appealing; but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he could use it to his advantage. Allowing the night stick into his mouth, Trowa proceeded to act as if it really was Dee he was nursing on. As the older man watched the scene before him, he found himself wishing that it was him instead. He was amazed at how much of the stick could disappear into the oral cavity without any discomfort. His groin was burning before watching this, now it was blazing for Trowa's backside, or mouth. Somehow he managed to keep himself in check. After a few minutes of the teasing, Dee removed the stick and returned to his original spot. Trowa watched in disbelief. When requested to suck on the night stick, he believed Dee was merely looking for something to arouse him. He never thought that the ideal of placing it inside him had crossed his lover's mind. This was one experience he never had before. Just as he wondered what it would feel like, the object entered him. He closed his eyes tightly and gripped the head board. "Oh shit!" He gasped causing Dee to stop. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Keep going." The first outburst was from pleasure. Having the night stick slid into him had the same affect of a hard erection gliding in. . .but not as good. His moans grew louder as the night stick was pumped into him. The thrusts were slow and steady; for fear of causing pain. "Deeper." Trowa begged, and started pushing himself against the invasion. Seeing the bliss in his lover's face, Dee began to rub the front of his own pants. Suddenly, Trowa's green eyes flew open, with a provocative gleam that Dee had never seen before. "Fuck me Dee." Though he was greatly enjoying what was being done to him; he felt that it wasn't as pleasurable as a real man inside him. No further encouragement needed, the night stick was removed and tossed to the ground. In an instant, Dee completely exposed himself while Trowa sucked him to his full hardness. The next thing either of them knew, he was inside the restrained man, pounding faster and harder than he ever had before. ~ * ~ Chapter
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