unrequited

unrequited



disclaimer: owning, as in not
warning: usual warning applies
an: So you are probably wondering why Relena would let Heero ride her in chapter nine after she dismissed him in chapter seven. There is method to my madness, you shall see. That and she was kinda tied to the bed.



chapter ten/trowa’s ploy


Heero couldn’t sleep. He was haunted by visions of her pliant flesh and molding curves beneath him. Those eyes haunted him as he pounded himself into her body, merciless, showing her how strong a physical response she held over him with actions rather than words. He held his rock hard erection in his hand and knew only one kind of release could sate his hunger. He held his hardness and knew it was only a matter of time before he could win her favor back and have her again. That knowledge kept him sane.

So when he heard a knock on his apartment door, he welcomed the distraction. He didn’t think about why the person had not been rung up by security or who exactly it could be. He was simply glad to have a visitor. An interruption from his brooding plans.

Surprisingly enough, it was Trowa Barton leaning against the doorframe, a paper bag scotch in one hand, and a lazy, self-assured smirk on his face. Heero hated that look so much so he had slugged it off his comrade’s face on more than one occasion. It reminded him of a cat after eating a mouse.

“What the fuck do you want?” Heero growled.

Trowa pushed him aside easily, entering the spartan apartment uninvited. His eyes followed the simplistic designs until he’d completed a full circle and he took a seat on the old leather sofa. “Interesting place you have here, Yuy. You decorated?” He took another slug of his scotch before meeting Heero’s heated glare.

“You didn’t answer my question. What do you want?”

Trowa put up a hand in mock surrender. “Just the chance to talk, nothing more, nothing less.”

Heero remained standing, his arms folded over his broad, naked chest. “You have three minutes.”

Trowa appeared amused. “Now come off it, Yuy. You know it takes me more than three minutes to finish.”

Heero didn’t share in the merriment. “Two minutes thirty seconds.”

Trowa leaned back into the leather cushions and sighed, taking another swig of the scotch. The bottle was still full. “You had a very sweet deal here a few months ago, very sweet. The love of a powerful politician and any stray puss looking for a little pick me-up. Really, Yuy, how many bitches on her staff did you bed? Seven? Eight? Ten?” Trowa lifted his bottle as a salute. “Well done. You live up to your reputed sexual prowess.”

“What are you getting at?” Heero retorted, his glare fixed to kill.

Unfazed by the menacing man before him, Trowa continued to rattle on. “You didn’t expect her to bring me into this little circle, now did you? I admit I enjoy being the wild card of this equation. I didn’t intend to delude your fantasy about the vice foreign minister. It’s like you to be so…self-sacrificing.”

“What?”

“You put her up on a pedestal. You wanted her but thought her too good to sully her with your burdens. It’s very noble, but was a bit short lived.” Trowa shrugged. “I suppose I came just on time. I deflowered her, took her innocence and then you had no problem taking her. You wanted your angel the moment she fell. I don’t blame you, an experienced woman is a delightful treat indeed.”

“It’s not like that at all.”

“Really? I think that is exactly right. That’s why you played voyeur, that’s why you forced yourself on her-”

Heero’s head snapped back. “Forced myself on her? No, it was consent-”

“Consentual? Ha! You raped her, Yuy. Or at least that’s what she says. Maybe if you weren’t too quick off the mark and out of there you would have seen the bruises on her skin, the tears in her eyes. She may not have said no, but she never said yes.”

Heero collapsed in a neighboring chair, the words racing through his head like a thousand punches to the gut. His face fell into his hands. “Fuck…what have I done?”

“I admit she did play a the part of a wanton whore all to well – like she was just waiting to be plucked. Did you know she came the first time? I never knew it was possible for a girl’s first time, but she did.”

Heero growled, launching forward to grab hold of Trowa’s throat and pin him against the sofa. His sudden attack startled Trowa and the liquor bottle fell from his hands and bounced over the sofa ledge to break into thousands of tiny shards on the hardwood floor. “Take it back.” He growled, applying pressure.

Trowa merely laughed. “Why? When we both know it’s true. Hell, it could have been you to unleash her inner harlot!” His laughing was interrupted as Heero applied more pressure to his larynx. “Why are you so mad, Yuy? She never was yours. She was only the employer who got you hot. And we all know how hot you can get.”

“What game are you playing at, Barton?” Heero loosened his hold, but kept his fingers firm against the other man’s throat.

“No games, Heero. Unless you want there to be,” Trowa replied, that familiar gleam twinkling in his eyes.

Heero slowly released his hold over Trowa, moving back from his position on the couch. “Why did you come here tonight?”

“You know why.”

Heero stepped back, the words thickening the air around him until it was hazy and dark. “Why did you even come when she called? The last woman you were with was almost a decade ago before you went-”

Trowa cut him off sharply. “I can both ways Heero. Much like you did. Relena was the perfect recipient to my teaching methods, but that’s over now. I tainted her for you, and it’s finally pay back time. I want to finish what we started all those years ago, back when we were kids and didn’t know better. Now we’re men…and know it is better. What do you say, Heero? Are you going to give up this stupid infatuation with the tainted princess and come…with me?” Trowa’s bold statement was punctuated by the extension of his hand, his long thin fingers curled towards the smooth, flat palm. His hands were steady, his stability the reflection of his words and the truth he found in them. Trowa Barton knew what he wanted and how to get it.

Clarity struck Heero like an eighteen-wheeler truck.

“We were just stupid boys experimenting. We didn’t know better.” He managed to say in a low breath.

“I did.” Trowa answered. “I remember you, Yuy. I remember all of you as a ripe, confused boy seeking approval and love. I remember your lips and your tongue and that body…Jesus, Heero…if only you knew what you do to me…”

“I’m straight. I like women.”

“Well you used to suck cock like a fucking god.” Trowa’s eyes narrowed. “Or don’t you remember?”

“Times have changed and so have I. Get the fuck out of here, Barton.” Heero pulled away, his fingers grasping for the doorknob and turning it. “And don’t ever come here again.”

Trowa didn’t move from his position on the sofa. “You can’t get rid of me so easily. Whether you’d like to or not, I’m still going to be in your life. After all, I’m still fucking the woman you love.”

Heero gestured to the open door leading to the darkened hallway. “Really? You’re fired too. Go ahead and plead wrongful dismissal to Lady Une. I fucking dare you.”

Trowa met Heero’s disdainful glare once more, that smug smirk still plastered over his handsome features as a sort of warning, a daring defiance he knew would not be lost on him. Trowa was right. It wasn’t over by a long shot, especially with Relena involved. Heero was infuriated by his smirk, but made no move to beat it of his face. He motioned to the door again, words not sufficient to convey his frustration.

Trowa stood up, his head high and proud in knowing he could still stir such a reaction from one trained to be emotionless and started for the door. Purposely, he brushed Heero’s arm as left, the turned in the hallway, meeting Heero’s glare again. “I will see you soon.”

Heero slammed the door shut and locked it behind him, as if it could stop him.

At least now he knew why his cozy existence had been turned upside down.

And at least now he knew how to change it.

Or so he thought.

To be continued…