Officer Barton: Keeper of the Silence

Title: Officer Barton: Keeper of the Silence
Author: Bagelbunion
Category: PWP, Lemon
Pairing: 3x1
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bad porn flick rip-off
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing nor do I claim to, this is a work of fiction written for entertainment purposes only. I make no monetary profit from writing this.

*****

Oh this is not my day! Heero grunted and slammed his head forward into the steering wheel. Why me? Why me!? He groaned as there was a knocking on his window. Begrudgingly, Heero rolled it down. "Yes?" He choked out.

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there?" The officer growled out, scowling at Heero.

"No sir…I wasn't going that fast."

"I clocked you at 110. You are aware that the speed limit on this road is 35?" The officer gave Heero a small glare.

"I wasn't going 110." Heero replied, looking over at his passenger seat at his illegal radar detector. Oh shit! I forgot!

Heero took a nervous deep breath and looked back at the officer taking note of the "Officer Barton" badge. He gulped as Officer Barton's eyes drifted over to the radar detector. He frowned. "I'm going to have to see your license."

"I…uh…" Heero paused, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. "…don't have one…" He finished in a quiet voice.

Officer Barton leaned over and placed his arms on Heero's door. "You…don't have one?" He questioned.

"No sir." Heero said in a tiny voice.

Officer Barton leaned back and reached for his handcuffs. "Step out of the car." He intoned coldly.

Heero sighed again and did as asked. I'm in such deep shit! He shut the car door behind him, admiring his shoes. He was quiet.

Officer Barton moved around him and pushed him towards the hood of the car. "Put your hands on the hood." He commanded. Heero swallowed again and put his hands on the hood. Officer Barton opened the car door and yanked out the radar detector. "You know these are illegal in this state?" he asked holding it up.

Heero nodded.

"Then why do you have it?"

"Was afraid of getting pulled over sir."

Trowa smirked. "Didn't work very well did it? You might want to call the manufacturer."

"Sir?" Heero questioned.

Trowa put the illegal item back in his squad car and walked back to Heero. "What other kinds of illegal contraband do you have on you?"

"None, sir." Heero replied, squirming a little.

"Then why do you look so nervous?" Trowa replied, coming up to stand behind Heero. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to frisk you. Now, spread 'em."

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK! Heero mentally screamed as he braced his hands on the car hood and spread his legs wide.

Trowa stood behind Heero and pressed his body into Heero's, grabbing his chest and running his hands over it. Heero felt his breathing speed up and he shivered a little. Trowa ran his hands down the planes of Heero's stomach and over his thighs. He continued to Heero's back pocket where there was a suspicious lump. Officer Barton pulled it out.


"Dr. Schnapper's Raspberry Lube? Perfect for that extra hot anal sex?"

Heero groaned out loud. Why oh why did I leave that in my pocket?"

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen, sir."

"Nineteen? Don't you think you're a little young to be carrying around such an item?"

"Yes sir." Whatever you say sir. Heero added to himself. He just wanted to go. He didn't not want a citation.

A car drove by at that point, lighting up Heero's bent over body on the roadside. Oh please don't let that be anyone I know! The car slowed down a little, but then picked up speed leaving Heero in the near darkness again.

Trowa glared after the car and slowly put the lube in his chest pocket. "You don't look Nineteen." He stated.

"I am, sir."

"And you have no identification whatsoever on your person?"

"No sir."

Trowa stood behind Heero again and pressed himself into the law breaker's body. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a more…" Trowa licked his lips. "Extensive frisking."

Heero gulped and shivered. "Si-ir?" He questioned, his voice quivering as Officer Barton kicked his legs even further apart and placed his hands on Heero's waist.

Heero could feel his breathing pick up and he swallowed again as Officer Barton's hands cupped his ass and squeezed. Heero bit his lip to keep back a moan. His head dropped forward and his eyes shut.

Trowa smirked a little and unclasped Heero's jeans. Heero flinched. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"I believe a strip search is in order, who knows what other kinds of contraband you could be hiding on your body." Officer Barton's voice came out dark right on Heero's neck and he found himself shivering again.

"Strip search?" Heero questioned. He tried to turn around. "You can't do that to me! I know my rights!" he protested.

Trowa pushed him roughly into the car hood, where Heero landed with a soft thump, nearly denting the hood. He groaned.

"If you know your rights so well, maybe you'd know enough to drive with a license, hmm?" Trowa ground out, grabbing Heero's wrists as he pushed his hips forward into Heero's. "I've had enough of your back talk." Trowa growled as Heero just groaned softly again. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to bring you in for questioning."

"No…sir." Heero sputtered out. "I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." He bit back another moan as his voice came out nearly breathless.

"Enough." Trowa said forcefully. "Hands on your head."

Heero stood up a little bit, as much as Trowa's position would allow him and laced his fingers behind his head. "Keep your legs spread." Trowa said and kicked Heero's legs out again as they began to close. "Yes sir." Heero replied.

Trowa pulled out his hand cuffs and put them on Heero's wrists. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. Is that clear?" Heero nodded quickly. "Good." Trowa ran his hands over Heero's thighs, and Heero whimpered.

Trowa moved up to Heero's zipper and slowly unzipped his pants while Heero shivered again, his balance threatening to give out. Trowa pushed him forward with his own body so Heero was half laying over the hood. "Now," He said and he smoothed Heero's pants over his hips. "Where were you going in such a hurry tonight?"

"My boyfriend's house, sir."

"A young boy like you has a boyfriend?"

"Yes sir."

"How old is your boyfriend?"

"He's nineteen like me, sir."

"And what were you going to do at this boyfriend's house?"

Heero blushed a little as Trowa's hands wandered softly over his silky thighs. "Would it by chance, involve this?" Trowa dangled the small tube of raspberry lube in front of Heero's eyes. Heero groaned. "Yes sir. It would."

"As I thought. You are rather young to be involved in such a relationship."

"I'm of legal consenting age, sir."

"I have no proof of that." Trowa stuck his hands in Heero's boxers and roughly pushed them to the ground. Heero gasped.

"You can't do this to me!" Heero protested, somewhat weakly, his body thought the opposite, it wanted more.

"Didn't I tell you, you have a right to remain silent?" Trowa growled out, his hands fumbling at his waist for something new. A gag.

"Yes sir, you did." Heero replied.

"Then I suggest you remain silent instead of continuing to resist arrest." Heero nodded in submission another small moan escaping his lips.

Trowa was quiet as he continued to frisk Heero's body again, while Heero softly whimpered. Trowa's hands were kneading Heero's cheeks now, slowly dipping between the cleft to caress Heero's entrance.

"I think I'm going to have to perform a deep cavity search." Trowa said after a long quiet moment, with Heero doing his best to 'remain silent.' "Let me retrieve the proper equipment." Heero whimpered as Trowa's hands left his body and Trowa pulled out the raspberry lube and spread some on his fingers.

Heero whimpered and wiggled as Trowa's fingers moved between his cheeks again and oool ool digit slipped inside his entrance. His breath came out in shallow gasps of pleasure as that cool finger pushed and pulled inside of him.

A breathy voice came from over Heero's shoulder, one arm wrapped around his waist. "Didn't I tell you to be silent?"

Heero groaned again. "I'm afraid you're going to have to gag me Officer Barton."

"You're really getting into this aren't you?" A small lick fluttered in Heero's ear.

"Yes sir!" Was the enthusiastic reply.

Trowa let himself chuckle before clearing his throat and moved back a little. "Assume the position then."

Heero laid his cheek on the car hood and whimpered when Trowa's fingers were forced deeper into his body. Trowa pushed and stretched a few more moments while Heero continued to whimper and moan, thrusting his hips back onto Trowa's fingers.

Trowa pulled them out a moment later, having found his gag with his other hand. "Head up." He commanded and placed the gag over Heero's mouth. Heero moaned loudly over the gag pushing his hips backwards wanting more of that delicious sensation.

Trowa smirked watching Heero squirm and unzipped his police pants just enough to free his own arousal. He poured a generous amount of 'Dr. Schnapper's Raspberry Lube, perfect for that hot night of wild anal sex!' onto himself and grasped Heero's hips.

Trowa shoved himself forward in one quick thrust and Heero made a strange gargled sound indicating his enjoyment. Trowa's head fell back and he let out a soft moan.

"Mmmphf!" Heero groaned against his gag looking over his shoulder, his eyes half closed as Trowa just stood there.

Trowa pulled back and thrust forward again, slowly, and Heero's eyes drooped shut as his cheek fell back down to the car hood. He whimpered as Trowa hit his prostate. He wiggled a little wanting some leverage and managed to hook one of his feet against the car bumper.

"Nnnhh." Trowa groaned out as Heero began taking his own pleasure. Heero moaned again through his gag and pushed back and slowly Trowa began to push forward. Muted whimpers from Heero and soft grunts from Trowa filled the air as a rhythm was slowly established.

"Mrrffmr!" Heero screamed against his gag, his foot loosing its' traction against the bumper and he slipped fully off. Trowa had leaned over Heero now taking him roughly, his breath coming in pants over Heero's ears. "Harder?" He questioned the prone form below him.

"Ffckkess!" Came the gagged reply. Trowa would've laughed if he wasn't so aroused as he plowed Heero's hips into the car now, the car hood making soft bending sounds as Heero's own hips were banged into it with force.

Was that a camera flash? Came from the back of Heero's mind but Heero was enjoying himself too much to care and began to shout around his gag. "Ess! Ess! Ess!"

"AH!" Trowa shouted his muscles clenching as he came into Heero. He gave a few choked thrusts and Heero came with a loud shriek of "ESS!" Behind his gag. His legs twitched and he groaned as pleasure coursed through his body and he sank back onto the car hood with Trowa on top of him, panting loudly.

Trowa reached up and removed the gag, but left han handcuffs on. "Oh god…Trowa…" Heero panted out. Trowa smiled and let out a half sigh-half chuckle. "I know." He replied.

Heero drew a deep breath. "We should get out of here." He groaned as Trowa stood up and pulled out. "Where'd you get that uniform anyway?" He asked as Trowa unlocked the handcuffs.

"Borrowed it." Trowa replied, putting the handcuffs back in his pocket and zipping up his police pants.

"From where?" Heero asked, rubbing his wrists a little. Trowa just shrugged lightly with one shoulder and pulled Heero close. "That was so much fun. Thank you." He kissed Heero lightly on the cheek.

"Hn." Heero replied and smiled, giving Trowa a little squeeze on his backside.

Trowa smiled but swatted Heero's hands away as he pulled away. "None of that now, you know it's a felony to bribe an officer with sexual favours." There was a light laughter in Trowa's voice.

"Get out of here, go to your boyfriend's house before I give you a citation." Trowa teased, pinching Heero's bottom as he walked away back to his borrowed squad car.

Heero laughed as he pulled on his pants and got back into his car and drove back home to the house he shared with his boyfriend, Trowa Barton. Holy fuck…I had no idea that would be so much fun!

*****

"Nice weekend Barton?"

Trowa looked up to see Wufei perched on his desk with a smug grin on his face. "Yes, it was fine."

Wufei overturned a manila envelope and several pictures fell out.

Trowa looked quizzically up at Wufei and then down at the pictures. He picked one up. His eyes widened. "Fuck…" he cursed softly. "How did you get these?"

Wufei gave a smirk in reply. "I think this one is my favourite." He showed it to Trowa. "Heero looks so nice gagged."

Trowa glared at him and reached out for the photograph. Wufei hopped off the desk, grabbing the photos towards himself again. "I don't think so Barton."

"Give me those!" Trowa yelled softly.

"I don't think Lady Une would approve of the non-official use of the Preventers squad car do you?"

Trowa growled at him.

"Or how about I turn these photos over to the local papers under the guise of 'police brutality' Hmm?" Wufei smirked as he cocked his head to one side.

"You wouldn't dare!" Trowa whispered in shock.

"No?" Wufei countered, his tone nearly a sing-song voice as he wetted his lips.

"Alright Chang, what do you want?" Trowa forced out from between clenched teeth.

"I believe I could use the assistance of one 'Officer Barton' in tracking down a rouge hooligan I've been after for a while." Wufei licked his lips again and raised his eye brows at Trowa.

"Okay…I'll do it."

~Owari