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Surprises	By : animecrazed117 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3963 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or any of the characters, I only borrow the boys for some ficticious fun! I make no profit from this story other than putting my inner plot bunnies to rest =P

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Heero was going to be a tougher story. “…depravity of this world blacken your heart and soul.” That’s what he had said. Well, Quatre didn’t buy that. He knew the real Heero, even if he didn’t. He knew the gentle Heero who had cared for him during injury, the intelligent young man who led many of their missions and made sure that all of his team came out alive, the sensitive young man who just wanted to be accepted, and not thought of as a monster. Quatre knew the real Heero. And he was going to show this person to Heero himself. His personal mission to seduce Heero was going to take some thought. It wasn’t going to be easy, as Heero didn’t think himself worthy of anybody. Something else Quatre didn’t believe. He grinned. He liked a challenge.

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Quatre knew there would be no games with Heero. No sneaking up, no innocent innuendos, just a straight forward conversation. That, in itself, might be challenging since even amongst his companions, he was quiet. Quatre tossed ideas back and forth in his head before making his decision and moving forward with his plan.

Not to his surprise, Heero was with his beloved laptop. Look it up in the dictionary – workaholic = Heero Yuy. Quatre rolled his eyes and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. They were in a sunroom of sorts. It was open, with Wufei’s martial arts mats along one side and a small round table on the other. Heero had moved one of the table chairs to a corner and was typing away. Quatre’s entrance went unacknowledged, even as he dragged another chair over to sit opposite the Wing pilot.

Heero’s awareness spiked. He knew exactly who was coming through the door before Quatre had stepped in. Duo would have made noise, Trowa had taken his work to his room, and Wufei had already been here. Process of elimination. He continued to type while his mind brooded about the blonde one who had sought him out.

Quatre spoke. “We need to talk.”

The fingers stopped and Heero raised his eyes, but otherwise didn’t react.

Quatre sighed before reaching over and physically removing the laptop from Heero’s lap. “As in, I want all of your attention.”

Heero’s expression held a soft glare, but he remained silent, waiting for Quatre to start.

Quatre looked him in the eye and stated simply, “I want you.”

Well, of the millions of things that could have come out of his mouth, Heero had not been expecting that. What did Qautre mean, he “wanted” him?

Quatre watched the reaction carefully before continuing. “You hold yourself back from us. Because you are afraid.” The glare intensified. “Afraid of hurting us, despite the fact that each of us is a capable fighter. Despite that we are the closest of friends, the most trusted of allies. You withhold a part of yourself, and that just is not tolerable. I want all of you. I want to show you that you can let go. You don’t have to protect us from anything. Especially yourself.”

Heero rolled that small speech around in his head. And spit out an answer. “No.”

It was Quatre’s turn to glare. “No what? No you won’t share yourself? No you don’t trust us?”

The silence stretched. “…I don’t trust myself.” The reply was whispered, eyes downcast. But Heero was holding himself tense, letting the stark truth of that statement fill the room.

Well, that was getting somewhere. “Why, Heero? Can’t you see how much we care about you? We would do anything for you. We trust you. Why is that so hard for you?”

“I don’t deserve it.” Quatre opened his mouth to argue but Heero pinned him with a glare before continuing. “You other pilots came along late in the war. I was out killing before you even started training. We may be at peace now, but that does not change the fact that I am a killer, a soldier. I feel nothing. It’s safer that way.”

Throughout that rather long speech (for Heero, anyways) he had been staring anywhere but at Quatre. But that didn’t prevent Quatre from seeing the smallest amount of regret and sadness in those eyes. They had all been turned into soldiers, into killing machines. Each had coped individually, finding ways to atone for past sins. Each had to find inner peace individually. Apparently, Heero hadn’t quite found his.

“Heero, you are no different than the rest of us,” Quatre said calmly. “I can feel the strength of your emotions even if you do not. That strength that has saved my ass on countless times. The strength that took care of Trowa’s injuries and the calm companionship that was able to comfort Wufei when no one else could. There is so much to admire in you.”

Heero was growing angry. How dare Quatre barge in here and force this conversation on him! Heero was facing things better left alone. He didn’t want to face the reality of life secluded, carefully held in check. The reality of never truly being free because that was too dangerous for a person such as himself. The pilots had adjusted well enough, but Heero could not shake the training ingrained in him. Sure, it all sounded great when said like Quatre had just done. But that didn’t change the fact that he was very dangerous, most of all to his companions. Duo might be the master of disguise, but there was no mask stronger than Heero’s.

Quatre growled softly in his throat. Heero looked up just in time to see Quatre straddle his knees. His whole body tensed, sitting ramrod straight and clenching the armrests of his chair.

Quatre had had enough talking. He could see the inner war going on inside the fellow pilot and decided more force was necessary. Heero just wasn’t getting it. Straddled across Heero’s knees, Quatre grabbed two fistfuls of Heero’s shirt and forced him to make eye contact. “You are so full of crap. You hold yourself back to protect, but the only one you are protecting is yourself. You think we can’t handle it? We are fucking gundam pilots! I’m tired of being coddled and fed bullshit about your insecurity problems. I want you, all of you.” And with that, he crushed their lips together.

Heero couldn’t breathe. Quatre was invading his senses and he did not appreciate the invasion of his personal space. The fighter in him demanded he somehow get back in control of this situation…but the other side of him couldn’t help but react to the soft but demanding lips moving across his own. He didn’t respond outright, but allowed Quatre to kiss him. Quatre pulled back, relaxing his grip on Heero’s shirt, realizing he hadn’t really gotten through.

“Have you ever had sex, Heero?”

Heero was incredibly uncomfortable disclosing such information. He wanted to just shut down, shove Quatre out of his lap and get back to reports. Knowing Quatre probably wouldn’t leave without his answers anyway, Heero figured he would lose interest in him after he heard the truth, the depth of his depravity. With this in his head, he began to speak.

“Yes. It was as much a part of my training as shooting and hacking was. I can manipulate anybody, male or female, to react the way I want it to. I have worked through underground prostitution rings in order to move up ranks and take out a target. I have seduced my way into my target’s house. I used those skills almost as often as I used the actual combat skills. Sex was a tool, one easily controlled. As soon as I was old enough, the doctor started bringing in subjects for me to practice. Not only did I have to be able to control their responses, I had to control my own. So yes, Quatre, I’ve had more sex than you would know what to do with.”

Heero was waging an inner war. He himself was disgusted with his training, how could he possibly expect Quatre to not be affected. He hadn’t wanted to tell him, but Quatre had left him no choice. Heero was not a good person, and the sooner Quatre saw that and left him alone, the better.

Quatre stared silently at the man in front of him. Sex was only a little bit about control. It was about sharing yourself with somebody, something, Quatre thought with a wry smile, that Heero sucked at. He knew how Heero wanted him to react. Instead, he was eager to experience Heero’s self-proclaimed sexual expertise. Heero wasn’t expecting the glint of mischief and lust that now filled those cobalt eyes.

“Sounds interesting. So you’re good in bed – that doesn’t really sound like a problem to me. In fact, I’m very interested in seeing those skills for myself,” Quatre purred, tracing around a nipple.

Heero jerked his head, up, angry. “Sex is manipulation, Quatre, something I’m very good at .I dominate and I’m unforgiving. I cannot separate myself from my training .I’m not soft and careful. I’ve never had sex with someone who wasn’t a target. That stuff didn’t matter. I could hurt you, Quatre, and I can’t do that. It is better that you walk away, now. I refuse to allow that side of me to show itself and you are walking into dangerous territory. Just leave.” Heero made to get up, angry, frustrated, doing is damnedest to get away and keep Quatre safe.

Quatre re-fisted Heero’s shirt in his hands and shook him. “You are not going to hurt me! Damnit you are stubborn. I WANT you, Heero. All of you, whatever that entails. If it makes you feel better, just consider it a physical release of tension. However you want to reconcile it in your head. None of this changes the fact that I want you. So show me what you got!” he challenged.

Quatre was fast. He caught Heero’s lips again in a ferocious kiss while his hands ripped Heero’s tank top down the middle and pressed his palms against the now-bare chest. He swept his tongue across Heero’s lips, demanding entrance. Heero pulled back and was going to say something, but Quatre followed him and used the opportunity to plunder his mouth, mapping out teeth and gums before sliding along the matching muscle, thoroughly dominating the kiss. Finally, he pulled back, both boys panting.

Quatre watched the emotions flickering through Heero’s eyes and face. Anger, denial, desperation, and the fight against the rising lust pumping through his system. Well, at least his body was warming up to the idea. Heero sat there panting, his mind whirling. Only one question came out: “Why?”

His eyes came up to meet Quatre’s, and Quatre let Heero see his emotions as he spoke. “Because you are strong and dependable. Because I feel safe with you. Because I’m attracted to everything about you. I came here, to you, because I have something to prove, but as you’ve opened up to me, there is now something even more important than my own selfish reasons – you deserve to know more, Heero. There is so much more to what you know, a completely different side, one that is emotional. I don’t want you to change who you are, I want you to dominate me and show me what you know. But it’s not going to be some mindless fuck. Because you know me, and you won’t see me as a target. It will be different for you, better. Trust me, Heero. I can show you, I can handle you, and I’m not going break. I want you to dominate me. I want YOU.”

Heero broke eye contact, staring off to the side. Quatre sat very still, perched on Heero’s lap, as he watched Heero struggle with himself. He was startled by hands that started to stroke his thighs. Heero brought his head around and said one word: “Ok.”

A/N: Sorry for the cliffy!! so this was surprisingly hard to write, Heero was very complicated to kind of encapture what I wanted. Feedback - constructive - is greatly appreciated! I am battling a hand injury right now, so typing is slow going, but I absolutely am going to finish this fic as soon as i can! THANKS!!
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