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" Taking it All "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: angst and lemon (so far) Pairings: 1x3x1, 3+4 Disclaimer: I don't own GW or the characters, though I'd like to. You can try to sue me for messing up their lives royaly, but all you'll get is my cat that looks like Trowa, but named Duo. Author's note: This is probably the first fic that I started posting before finsihing it. . .so it may take a little longer to get everything up than usual. . .but I hope you enjoy it, and hopefully your requests will push me to finish it. . .since I haven't finished one in a loooooooooong time. Kudos
"Taking it All " Chapter 13 Heero gripped himself harder as he began to reach his climax. He closed his eyes, thinking of the last time he made love to Trowa. The memory of the Latin surrounding him was interrupted by the phone ringing. He ignored it at first. It was during the second ring, when the automated voice, on his home phone, informed him that Trowa was calling, that he picked up. "What are you doing?" "Trying to get off." Heero huffed while returning to his previous tempo. "Talk about good timing. Have you masturbated yet?" "Not yet." "Can I listen to you cum?" "You really are a dirty man." "It's not every day that I catch you at such a good time." "Fine." In truth, hearing Trowa's voice like this, was only aiding him in his task. The Latin took his cue and began telling Heero everything he would have done if they were in the same room together. It only turned Heero on more. Usually when someone spoke to him like this, he found it corny and completely unarousing. . .but something about hearing Trowa was bringing him closer to release. Heero moaned softly as he maturated. "Damn, I wish I was there to lick every inch of your dick." "Do you have phone sex with Quatre?" Heero pushed from the bed and headed for the bathroom to begin cleaning himself. He never understood why Trowa liked to be masturbated on. Heero always felt dirty, even if it was his own semen. "Quatre would probably hang up on me if I said even a quarter of what I just said to you." There was a hint to Trowa's tone. One that only Heero could catch. Something was bothering him, greatly. Trapping the phone between his shoulder and ear, Heero turned on the faucet, while continuing to talk to Trowa. "Baby, are you okay?" "I'm fine. I took my medicine." "I'm not talking about your cold." A short silence followed, as Trowa played with the thoughts going through his mind. He wanted to tell Heero about his fear, but he wasn't sure how, nor what words to use. "What if I can't?" Heero dried his hands and leaned against the wall. Those were the second before last words that he wanted to hear; the first being that Trowa wanted Quatre over him. "Baby, just relax. Stop stressing so much about it, and it'll work out." "Everytime I try, I worry about losing you. I can't see my life without you, and I don't want to try it." "I wish I could tell you that I could give you more time, but if I did, you'll just keep putting it off. I won't stand on the side like this anymore Trowa. You have no idea how much it hurts me to know that you're with him every night." "Heero-" "I just want to know before things go any further; before I waste my time. If it's him, I need to start getting over you before it's too late." "I'm sorry I'm putting you through this." "Don't be; I'm not. I probably said too much. I should let you go." "No." Trowa whispered softly. "Just a few more minutes. . .please." Heero slid down the wall to a sitting position. Four hours. Trowa and Quatre arrived in Paris only four hours ago, and Trowa was already calling him. Why was Trowa alone already? "Did something happen?" "No." "That wasn't very convincing." "He didn't do anything. I'm just a little bugged by something he said earlier." "Hn?" "He wanted to know why we were friends. Apparently, he thinks you're some psychotic bastard." "Doesn't most people when they first meet me?" "It just bothers me that he would still think of you like that after knowing you for so long." "I guess he's just always seen me as competition. After all, you don't allow too many people close to you, and from what I can tell, Quatre needs to be the center of your attention twenty-four, seven." "I guess you're right. Look, I should probably let you go; and I'll see you when we get back." "Are you sure you're okay?" Heero clutched the phone, half feeling as if there was more on Trowa's mind. "I'm fine. Like you said. . .things will work out." "If you need me, for anything, call me. I don't care what time it is." "Okay." Trowa hung up just as Quatre stepped onto the balcony wearing only the hotel provided robe. "Who was that?" "Heero. I was just letting him know that we arrived safely." Quatre kneeled before his lover and tenderly kissed his bottom lip. For the first time in their relationship, Trowa didn't react to the gesture. Quatre pulled back confused as he noticed that Trowa was staring blankly at the floor of the balcony. "Trowa?" "I'm sorry kitten. . .I'm just not in the mood." He pushed to his feet and disappeared into the room. Quatre stared after him with tears building. Trowa could feel his lover's hurt and he silently scorned himself. Why, all of a sudden, didn't he want Quatre to touch him? Deep down, he didn't even want to be around the smaller man. Hurt, Quatre pushed to his feet and stepped into the room. Trowa was laying on his back, across the width of the bed. His green eyes were closed, as if trying to block out the world. Pushing back his tears, Quatre walked over to his boyfriend and straddled him, causing Trowa's eyes to open. "Were you and Heero fighting?" "No." "Was it something I said?" "Yes and no." Trowa re-closed his eyes and turned from Quatre's gaze. "What?" "Kitten, I don't want to talk about it." "I don't like seeing you like this Trowa. This isn't like you. Something's wrong. It's been wrong since we left the Colony. What happened?" "I don't know what's wrong. I can't tell you something that I don't know." "You said it was something that I said." "I said 'yes and no' on that. Please, just stop prying." "Why are you trying to block me out? Until recently, you've been telling me everything." Anger appeared under the sapphire stare. Trowa wasn't sure why he felt like this all of a sudden. Maybe it was because Quatre was trying to sound compassionate and understanding. . .when, in reality, he wasn't. "I haven't told you shit. I've only told you enough to make you stop asking me questions." "Why would you do that?" "Because you don't know when to give up. . .and I didn't know what else to do." "So everything you've ever told me were lies." "No. Just portions of the truth that I could easily relate. There's still a bulk that I have a difficult time dealing with, or talking about. . .and I didn't want you to think any lower of me because of them." "Why didn't you just tell me?" "You wouldn't listen; just like now. I asked you not to pry, and you keep going." The blonde appeared hurt at this comment. Trowa didn't need to see his face to know. "I'm sorry." "No. Apparently, this is my fault. I should have listened better. I promise that from now on, I will." Trowa sighed heavily. Maybe now was too late. Trowa pushed the thought from his mind. "I didn't mean-" "It's okay. Some things can be my fault, and this is one of them. I didn't realize that I was coming off as pushy. I never meant to make you feel that way." He slid off of Trowa's body and started to dress. "If you want to be alone, then I have to respect that." "Kitten-" "I'm not angry with you. . .just myself, for being
blind to your needs." Then why was Trowa the one feeling guilty
for the words just shared? He closed his eyes after hearing the door
close, and he wondered when things stopped making sense. Part of him
wanted to call and talk to Heero, but he forced himself not to follow
through. He had just hung up with the Japanese man. Chapter
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