Pressure of a Blade

Warnings: Anal, Lemon...like, really long lemon.

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“I’m leaving.” Trowa didn’t look up as Heero entered the room and slid off his dress shoes.

The Preventer froze for the slightest instant before continuing his path across the room. “Why?”

“I need to regain my center of balance on the wire. I can’t do that here.” He spoke calmly.

Heero nodded, hanging the uniform jacket up in the small closet of the Sanc guest room. “I know. I’m actually surprised you are still here.”

Trowa looked up from the computer screen he was studying to gaze at Heero. “Someone told me how upset you were when I left without saying goodbye last time I was here.”

Heero grunted. “Upset is too strong a word for it.”

Trowa smirked.

“When are you leaving?” He leaned against the frame of the closet, crossing his arms over his chest.

“First thing in the morning.”

“So I have you tonight.” Blue eyes went dark with possibilities as they scanned the body leaning against the headboard of the bed opposite him.

Trowa slowly closed the lid of the computer across his lap. “That’s a line if I’ve ever heard one.” He responded, but couldn’t stop the half grin on his face.

Heero’s face suddenly lost all emotion before a look of uncertainty took over his features. “When I’m done here, can I follow you to L3?”

Brows furrowed over green eyes. “I assumed that was the plan from previous conversations.”

“But do you want me to come?” He stressed the word ‘want’ so much an average citizen would hear the emphasis.

Trowa’s head tilted just slightly in question.

After a deep breath, Heero justified his concern. “I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t talked yourself out of this in the time I’ve been gone.”

“I haven’t. Have you?” A tremor ran through Trowa at the possibility that while he was convincing himself of the positives of a relationship with Heero, the Wing pilot was convincing himself of the negatives.

“No. No, I was just wondering how much space you needed.” Heero looked very uncomfortable.

Trowa closed his eyes. “Most of the time I understand what you’re talking about, but lately…”

“Do you want me to look into finding an apartment on L3, or do you mind me living with you?” Heero blurted, still completely uncomfortable with the topic.

“Oh.” Now he understood the ‘space’ comment, and, yeah, the trailer was damn uncomfortable with two healthy people trouncing around in such a tight space. It was too small. But, he traveled with the circus, and an apartment is stationary.

“When I get back on the colony, I’ll look into finding a bigger trailer. Unless you want your own space…?”

But Heero smiled. “A bigger trailer it is, then.” He spoke as he walked towards the other, watching Trowa set the laptop on the nightstand that separated the two beds.

“So, what now?” Trowa smirked, seeing the recognition in Heero’s eyes to the last time he said those words.

Darkness filled Heero’s eyes again as he climbed onto to the bed, straddling Trowa’s legs, pushing those long limbs into the mattress beneath them. “How is your hip?” He remained stationary, unwilling to potentially unnerve the acrobat by pinning him to the headboard, forcing Trowa to make the next move.

“Sufficient.” Trowa made no such move, sitting passively, watching the blue eyed pilot in his lap.

“I want you to take me.” Heero voiced none of the emotion he was feeling with such a confession, but his elevated breathing rate betrayed his entreaty.

Trowa was unable to hide the reaction that statement caused with Heero sitting so close to his groin, and he swallowed hard. He closed his eyes trying to keep his focus, on what needed to be said before he was unable to think. “I always pinned you for a top.”

“I was.”

Green eyes opened sharply, narrowing. “If you think you have to switch for me, you’re wrong. Its not a contingent for us.”

Heero shook his head, leaning forward slightly. “This is the first time I’ve wanted to bottom, only you.”

Trowa searched him, trying to ensure Heero wasn’t just trying to say that to assuage him. “Because if you wanted seme, all you have to do is ask.”

Heero’s breath hitched, causing his chest to rise sharply. “Maybe next time.”

“Next time it is.” Trowa’s voice was completely calm, betraying nothing, so when his hand shot out, gripped the fabric of Heero’s shirt and pulled him into a hard, demanding kiss, the Wing pilot wasn’t expecting it.

A moan was sucked down Trowa’s throat as the shift in position caused a sudden, unexpected friction against Heero’s groin, and he couldn’t stop the reciprocal thrust. Tongues dueled, rubbing tastebuds to tastebuds, licking teeth and cheeks, mouths rocking back and forth mimicking the rhythm of Heero’s hips.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed; every breath squeezed out between the parting of lips seemed to turn to steam.

Trowa pulled back, using the fist gripping Heero’s shirt to help push him backwards. Watching the confusion chase past blue eyes when he stopped Heero from resuming the kiss, he asked, “Do you have a spare Preventors uniform?”

“What?” Heero shook his head, trying to clear it before he corrected his response. “Yes.”

Trowa’s hands ripped the shirt front open, sending buttons flying and exposing Heero’s chest to hungry emerald eyes. The acrobat wanted to see his name across that golden skin and didn’t want to wait. And why should he? Heero wanted him to be dominant, he had an extra uniform shirt, and he wouldn’t be with that organization much longer. Why shouldn’t he indulge in the urge to rip the clothes from that gorgeous body?

Heero groaned, letting the shirt slide from his arms, his head falling backwards, and Trowa took the advantage, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin of his exposed neck. The performer watched goosebumps rise across the skin under his mouth and down that arm as he trailed his breath in a hot path up to Heero’s ear.

Hands that could bend steel came up to run down Trowa’s chest before slipping underneath his shirt to dig and drag fingertips into the firm flesh, a deep pressure that ran along the line between seriously hot and dangerously threatening. It woke more primal reactions within Trowa.

It would be their last night together for what could be weeks until Heero wrapped up his current assignment; Trowa had originally intended to keep everything slow, to make a distinct difference between this affair and all the faceless sex of his past.

But it seemed like that wasn’t what Heero wanted this time. Heero demanded his dominant side tonight, would have nothing less than to be conquered.

And Trowa complied, shoving back hard against Heero’s chest, following the momentum forward and a little to the side so the Wing pilot’s weight would be on the bed, not on Trowa’s legs. Heero was forced backwards, his hands coming up to grip Trowa’s upper arms, his knees lifting off the mattress and his weight rolling over shins, ankles, and toes to topple backwards, Trowa’s unexpected strength overwhelming him, pinning him.

Green eyes stayed open to watch for a reaction as Trowa’s mouth slammed down on Heero’s, pushing his head back into the mattress beneath them. Positioned feet to headboard, their bodies slightly sideways on the bed, and Heero’s head so close to the edge, Trowa knew he would have to reposition them before any vigorous movements began, but for now, it was really good.

Really good because Heero’s solid body was beneath him, feet flat against the mattress, knees bent and spread, and Trowa’s stomach pressed against the unforgiving hardness of Heero’s groin, the situation scorched nerve endings in his inner ears.

Heero’s back arched pressing his chest to Trowa’s chest, his hips into Trowa’s belly, soft groans blocked by the aggression of Trowa’s kiss. The acrobat pulled back, watching the pilot beneath him. Both hands supporting his weight, chest to chest against the body beneath him, but the difference in height meant Trowa’s groin didn’t match up to Heero’s. If he pushed his hips forward, he drove his clothed length against the sac and ass of his counterpart.

Hands gripped Trowa’s ass, encouraging the motion to occur again, and he couldn’t resist, feeling his knees push into mattress to increase the power behind the thrust to push Heero’s body along the bed. The very top of his head hung off the mattress, but the friction was too good. The pressure of Heero’s groin thrusting into his stomach, the knowledge that the soldier was still pushing back to meet his own thrusts, grinding that ass into him, drove him on.

Another pass pushed Heero that much further; Heero let his head fall backward off the edge before Trowa watched the muscles in his neck kick in to hold it up, but he still encouraged the acrobat, gripping his ass grinding into his crotch.

The heat continued to pour down Trowa’s exposed back. Dominating such strength, having total control of Heero’s body, but having his trust to do with him what he willed. Heero’s head came up at a fierce angle, panting but almost desperately hot, and Trowa’s lips met his, pushing him back down, feeling the muscles in Heero’s neck shake with the fatigue of holding his head horizontal.

The high wire expert leaned back for only a few seconds to remove his shirt, but it was enough time for Heero to regain himself and fight back.

Heero dug in and rolled them both over; this time it was Trowa’s head hanging off the edge, Heero riding his inertia hard down onto Trowa’s trapped length, causing him to buck his hips upwards in combination of gaining more friction and trying to dislodge his rider.

He was supposed to be the one pinning Heero.

Heero’s hand went to Trowa’s neck, pressure there causing his movements to stall, and the assassin rocked his hips over the acrobat’s groin, once, twice, then began using his free hand to attack the denim hiding Trowa’s cock. The jeans were tight enough to give him problems, but suddenly, two more hands were helping him. Finally, that long shaft was exposed, angry red with the cross-hatched pattern of the tight material imprinted across the head for just a second before disappearing.

Lifting his weight off Trowa’s hips, Heero put more pressure on Trowa’s neck, the restriction of oxygen heightening his sensation to all other aspects surrounding him, his vision going black and white, his body going white hot.

“Off.” He growled the command, and Trowa instantly complied, dragging his jeans down his legs far enough to hook the material with his toes and pull them completely off.

Heero gripped Trowa’s shaft and pumped, watching him writhe and twist beneath him, gasping at the sudden explosion of sensation. “I thought I was supposed to be on top.” Trowa panted between panting breaths.

“You don’t have to be on top to top.” Heero smirked, teasing the precum from the slit with his thumb, then squeezing the shaft, enjoying the expressions flitting across the normally stoic flyer’s face.

But Trowa wanted to be on top; that potent feeling of pinning such a strong opponent beneath him was addictive, and he wanted to feel it again. He may not be able to overpower him directly, but Trowa was just as masterful a strategist as Heero.

And, distracted as he currently was, Heero was easy to outmaneuver with the skill Trowa had in his repertoire.

Heero was straddling his legs, pressed close enough to Trowa’s groin to thrust against his balls. This meant most of Trowa’s legs were not pinned underneath his weight; Heero must have overlooked how flexible Trowa could be when needed.

Too quickly for the other pilot to react, Trowa brought his left leg up and around Heero’s right shoulder, his bare ankle resting against Heero’s throat, the strength of Trowa’s entire extremity pulling his captor down hard as he sat up, scooping Heero’s legs up with his arms to make sure he couldn’t stop the movement with those powerful limbs.

Heero was forced to release Trowa’s neck, but he still had a hand on his cock, pumping hard to watch the agile man jump with sensation. The knob on Trowa’s ankle bit into one of Heero’s carotid arteries, making his vision blur just the tiniest bit.

Stalemate.

The two looked like a pile of body parts on the bed. Heero’s legs in the air, pinned between Trowa’s sides and upper arms, Heero’s ass pressed against Trowa’s crotch, one of Trowa’s legs pressing Heero’s upper body into the mattress, the other leg running alongside Heero’s upper body, pinning the hand that had held his throat only moments prior. Still pinning Heero’s leg under his upper arm, Trowa used the lower part of his arm to unbutton and unzip the dress pants of Heero’s uniform, exposing and seizing the shaft.

Heero wriggled, trying to free another limb, but Trowa held firm, all the while stroking his new toy. Heero’s shaft was rock hard surrounded by those long fingers, so incredibly turned on by the struggle.

Trowa had the flexibility to completely fold over his legs, but he didn’t want the discomfort of trapping both fisted cocks between their bodies, especially when there was a metal zipper so close to Heero’s sensitive flesh.

He released Heero’s length, gripped the cloth at his hips, and dragged it down as far as it would go with his chest between those legs.

Heero chuckled from his position. “What now?”

Trowa smirked. His left leg was pinning Heero’s body, his right leg was pinning Heero’s left arm, and his arms were pinning Heero’s legs, but he had to sacrifice that. Leaning his body forward and pulling his right leg back, he rolled it to the side in a partial center splitz, continuing backwards until his right leg was behind him. His left leg hadn’t moved, and as his body moved forward to allow the right leg to move, he had pinned Heero’s left arm under his right hand. Their groins pressed tight against each other. Heero’s legs were free, but had little room to move.

Heero groaned. “That’s impressive, really hot.”

Trowa smiled, bringing his mouth in close to breathe his words against Heero’s lips, not in the least disoriented as he looked past his own ankle. “I want you naked.”

Heero’s lips parted, following the movement of Trowa’s mouth, wanting the kiss, but all he got was, “Now.”

Heero lifted his hips, but he could do little else with his arms pinned. Trowa leaned backward, using his free left hand worked the pants low enough for Heero to kick them off.

Gloriously naked, both of them, flesh pressed to flesh, a sheen of sweat already coating them from their exertions. Trowa slid his hand along the inside of Heero’s thighs, fingertips dancing across the sensitive skin behind his balls before slinking back and ghosting over Heero’s entrance.

Heero hissed his approval, thrusting back into Trowa’s hand.

“Lube?” The acrobat’s voice seemed to echo in the room, but he hadn’t packed anything not expecting a sexual experience on this trip to earth.

“Nightstand drawer.” Heero’s voice was breathy.

Graceful as a cat, Trowa rolled off the body beneath him and took a few steps to retrieve the tube. He paused as he turned back to the man laying on the bed, admiring the view. “Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to pin you again?”

Heero smirked as he brought his knees up, feet flat against the bed.

Trowa licked his lips as he crawled up the mattress to rest between those spread thighs. He ran his wet lips up Heero’s cock as he squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Heero shifted and groaned as the cold moisture was spread between his cheeks, Trowa smiled against the flesh at his mouth, teasing, running his tongue across his balls as he slipped two fingers into Heero.

He was so tight, but neither wanted anything slow tonight. Establishing a rhythm, Trowa stretched the muscle, pressing his fingers out against the walls, scissoring as his mouth continued to torment. A third finger was added and began to dance inside Heero’s passage.

Heero began to thrust backwards, groaning, forcing Trowa to penetrate deeper, but Trowa was careful to avoid hitting his prostate. He wanted to ensure a proper stretching wasn’t rushed, pain covered by the ecstasy of sensation. But Trowa couldn’t wait any longer. His balls hung heavy between his legs, and his cock was painfully throbbing for some kind of relief.

As Trowa slicked himself, he realized his hands were shaking, nervous. He looked down into deep blue eyes. “You’re sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. Yes, please, Trowa.” Heero’s legs wrapped around Trowa’s waist, and his hips lifted in invitation.

He pressed forward, gripping the base of his cock, feeling the head push past Heero’s entrance. The crown was instantly surrounded by tight, moist, pressure that sent Trowa’s internal temperature off the scale; he felt his spinal fluid boil and steam, baking his skin from within.

But he kept pushing forward, feeling Heero squirm beneath him, he gripped those hips and kept moving. Someone was groaning, but he was unsure of who it was, concentrating only on the slow progression of his body into Heero’s, and the unrelenting pressure.

Heero’s passage gripped him like a vice, rippling around him like some erotic snake. When Trowa reached the end of him, he stalled, not wanting to remove himself from that haven.

But Heero wanted movement and began grinding his ass into Trowa. The acrobat hissed and gripped Heero’s hips tight enough to leave bruises, but the other was unconcerned. Heero unhooked his feet from around Trowa’s waist and brought them to Trowa’s shoulders.

Digging his heels into the muscles at Trowa’s neck, Heero could impale himself on Trowa’s cock, rocking and grinding back.

“If you don’t move…” Heero growled.

Trowa snapped his hips forward, pulling Heero’s hips into the thrust and watching his back arch with the sensation. Three deep, hard thrusts and Trowa began a steady rhythm, rolling his hips.

Heero could feel that shaft spreading his walls, filling him. Trowa’s hard thrusts sending a shock up his body that made his chest feel hollow and his balls tremble. Air was hard to draw into his lungs, gasping for breath.

So tight, so fucking tight. Trowa knew this wouldn’t last long; he had been too hard for too long. And as tight as Heero was, it was something of a miracle that he didn’t come as soon as he entered.

Tilting Heero’s hips slightly with his next thrust, Trowa struck his prostate, watching in satisfaction as Heero’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, back arching, body stiff, eyes rolling uncontrollably. Relentlessly, Trowa struck that little gland, feeling Heero’s passage spasming around his shaft.

Reaching forward, Trowa gripped Heero’s cock, one stroke and a well placed thrust sent the Wing pilot over the edge with a wordless cry.

The tightness increased tenfold, and Trowa felt pressure crush his body for an instant before a shockwave of pleasure echoed across his body, white washing through his vision, blurring the edges, and sending sizzling lightning down his limbs.

As the feeling faded, Trowa let his body fall alongside Heero’s, watching blue eyes twitch and roll under closed lids. A sharp stab of pleasure shot through him at the thought of leaving a mark on Heero’s neck, some evidence of what they had done, of what Heero had let him do. Trowa sucked a small bit of the sensitive skin over Heero’s collarbone into his mouth, rasping it with his tongue and leaving a dark, but diminutive brand there.

Trowa admired his work before leaning forward. He laid his lips over Heero’s unresponding mouth, softy licking the smooth skin, sucking the bottom lip into his mouth, waiting.

A moment passed before Heero began responding, smooth, unhurried.

Trowa pulled back. “I’ll go get a washcloth.”

His legs felt like jelly, but he made it to and from the bathroom before cleaning the mess he and Heero had made. Threw the washcloth towards the bathroom to pick up in the morning then walked to the other bed to tuck in for the night.

Heero sat up, opened his mouth, but then changed his mind and said nothing.

Trowa reached to turn the light off. “I don’t enjoy sleeping on damp sheets, but if you’d prefer to stay over there, I’ll bid you goodnight from here.”

Silence reigned for a moment in the darkness before Trowa heard sheets move, and felt the bed dip. Trowa reached out and pulled Heero to him, the strong body melding against his, legs entangled, as the two let exhaustion take them.

“Goodnight.”

“Mm.”

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Wow, so this was reEEAAally long. I got bored writing it half-way through, so I think it was too long. Sorry, that's just the way it took me. I wrote, erased, and re-wrote this about five times. I hope it is to the satisfaction of my readers, but I'm still unsure bout it. Meh...

One more chapter as a wrap up, I hope to have it up by next weekend, but I doubt it. I've been trying to switch off between this fic and Merc, but I'll be travelling all next weekend, so I'm not sure I'll be able to add to either of them. In consolation, though, I have another fic (one-shot...my attempt at a PWP, but apparently, I am as yet unable to NOT develop characters, grr. I'm working on it) that's a 1x3, incy-weency slight fetish fic, that I can upload next weekend if you want to get your lemon on, in the absence of new chapter material.

Let me know if the proposal is acceptable. Warning though, that fic was my first 1x3, ever. Its hot, but my characterizations of Heero and Trowa's bedroom manner, in my opinion, are OOC, and I don't really like the actual lemon. I'll post that if there's interest.

Until next time, Peace.