Pressure of a Blade

As he rose to the surface of awareness, Trowa became conscious of someone lying next to him. He felt the heat of another along the length of him; he was sidelying, facing the person hiding behind his eyelids.

Conscious thought kicked in and he remembered where he was; he remembered the only other person he was rooming with. He kept his breathing rate even, flickered his eyelids along with several of the other gentle, barely perceptible movements signifying sleep.

His other senses enhanced with his lack of sight, he knew Heero was leaning forward, closing the distance between them. The Japanese youth breathed in deeply, and Trowa wondered whether the other pilot liked his scent. He hoped so, because the acrobat enjoyed Heero’s.

Was he crazy? They both had been working non-stop, in a warehouse with no circulation, for the past week with only the use of a sink to rinse off. Both of them should have been repulsed by being so close to each other, but, to Trowa, it was alluring, and it just made the conversation they had the night before that much more real.

He felt concentrated warmth over his cheek, and before he could determine what caused it, felt Heero’s breath diffuse across his face. Trowa’s eyes snapped open just as Heero’s lips pressed against his. Blue eyes were absent, hidden behind closed lids.

Green eyes flicked to the hand held a scant few centimeters from the skin of his cheek and watched as it lowered to cup and gently pull his face more into Heero’s. It was completely chaste, but the deep sigh that passed his lips as he pulled away let Trowa know the kiss was Yuy’s surrender.

Wow. That was really unexpected. Let’s face it; the long range pilot knew Heero intended to kiss him again. Last night’s question was as rhetorical as an ultimatum. But the surrender? Trowa never asked for that, didn’t want it.

Blue eyes opened as Heero pulled away, fingers trailing across the skin.

Trowa lay there in silence, unsure of what to say.

“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He looked very young at that moment, his face as smooth as it normally was, but his eyes were excited and almost eager.

“I noticed.” Trowa spoke as he sat up and reached for his shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Heero start to sit up slowly. He covertly glanced back as he brought the shirt above his head and began pulling it on.

The other pilot looked confused, but Trowa never really agreed or disagreed to the “more” concept that Heero spoke of the previous night.

The circus performer crouched beside his bedroll, rolling it up to put it away. “Is everything ready for the move today?”

Yuy turned to do the same. “Almost.”

Trowa grabbed his duffle and began digging in it. He had no reason to do so save as a stall method. He was unsure of his words. It was harsh to shoot Heero down, especially when he looked so open to the option of them together. It was a typical defense of his, someone makes a move, cut deep and fast and never have to deal with them again. If Trowa needed sexual relief, he found a suitable target, seduced him, left as soon as he was asleep, and never saw him again.

It was a control thing. This was not; Yuy had taken lead by kissing him, by confessing first, by entering his sleeping space. All of this was before Trowa officially agreed; it was a little too much.

Then again, if Heero felt he didn’t have anything to live for…and they were entering into a war in less than 17 hours.

And Trowa did want Heero, had for quite a long time, but Trowa needed to feel some of that control return to him. It didn’t take the soldier long to devise a plan of attack suited to his strengths. “We should get started.”

He stopped stalling and looked up to find the Wing pilot not far from him, making his way towards the conference room door.

Falling into step behind him, Trowa timed the movements and launched himself at the Wing pilot. He gripped both his shoulders and pulled them around towards him while hooking one of his legs around the swinging leg of his counterpart.

The sudden addition of momentum from Trowa’s shove, made Heero automatically try to set his other leg down to catch his balance, but the acrobat’s leg prevented it from doing so. Off balance, he was easy to guide into the wall behind him.

Trowa pinned him with his lower body with his hands still on Heero’s shoulders. 01 brought his arms up to defend himself, but Trowa had the advantages of speed and surprise. The Heavyarms pilot was inside Heero’s defenses before the shorter pilot could stop him.

Blue eyes went wide as Trowa’s face stopped millimeters from his; he stopped his advance, drinking in the pleasure of having the assassin pinned against him, relishing the control he had regained. Heero could struggle against him, but he wouldn’t. He wasn’t sure if Trowa was going to do what he hoped he would do or if he would slug him again. But he would fight back the survival instincts that were currently screaming for escape and the death of the one attacking. Trowa savored the fact that Heero wasn’t struggling, wasn’t fighting back. He was fighting back the instinct to retaliate, but not struggling against Trowa.

That split-second pause let Trowa hear the hitch in Heero’s breathing pattern; then his mouth seized the mouth of the one trapped.

Heero’s kiss had been gentle and chaste, lips dry and soft against his.

Trowa’s kiss was the opposite. The taller youth plied his lips against the other’s, slid his tongue across Heero’s lips, wetting them and asking entrance simultaneously. Heero’s slick lips parted, and Trowa took advantage, sucking the bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it before letting his tongue enter new territory.

Heero turned his face up, into the kiss as Trowa skimmed his right hand along 01’s shoulder, up his neck, behind his ear to grip the hair at the base of his skull. A faint noise gurgled in the back of the blue eyed pilot’s throat in response, and the performer drank it down with abandon.

Trowa used lips, teeth, and tongue on the boy opposite him, his lips dragging against their counterparts, his teeth nipping Heero’s lips, his tongue sliding across moist flesh. The kiss was slow, demanding, and deep, not allowing Heero to take control, not allowing him to enter Trowa’s mouth, allowing participation and nothing else.

Heero tried to lean into him, tried to pull him closer, but that’s when Trowa pulled away. Watching the other pilot catch his breath, Trowa let go of a sigh before speaking. “Next time you wish to take liberties with any part of my body, you would do well to discuss it with me first.” His voice was level, face smooth, as if he hadn’t just stolen Heero’s breath with his mouth.

Heero scanned his face, looking for evidence of teasing. “Or what?”

Trowa leaned in close before replying. “Judging from your reactions, I would say you prefer instances when I participate.” He let the statement hang knowing Heero would understand what wasn’t said: if you don’t ask, I won’t play.

He backed up, removing himself from Heero’s body, and began walking towards his bag again. He waited, and after a moment, he got the response he wanted.

“You mean to tell me, every time I want to kiss you or touch you, we have to sit down and discuss it?” He had reverted back to his mask.

Trowa turned, a smirk on his face, enjoying the disbelief on Heero’s countenance. “No. Turnabout is fair play.”

Heero’s face went blank, then his eyes narrowed. Trowa’s smirk was confident, and borderline arrogant as Heero crossed the room in three steps, wrapped his arms around the taller pilot’s waist, and threw himself into another kiss.

The blue eyed pilot pressed forward, causing a shock of lust to course through Trowa as their bodies came into contact from thighs to chest. Hands at Trowa’s waist were not stationary; one traveled up to grip the back of his neck, and the other down to grip his ass and pull their groins into harsher contact. Heero’s interest was impossible to ignore, and both pilots know this was not meant to stop at just a kiss.

It was fueled by the desire that they both had towards the other, fanned by the time that desire had been held at bay. And it was good; so good Trowa could barely stand it.

That’s why it had to stop. He brought his hands to Heero’s chest and pushed him away. Heero resisted, keeping them chest to chest, but allowed the kiss to stop.

“We can’t.” Trowa spoke as he applied more pressure to break them apart.

“We have time.” It was logic first and foremost, and then Heero’s mouth was back, and Trowa was wrapping his lips around Heero’s tongue, pulling it farther into his own mouth.

It felt like his brain was dissolving in the fire created by Heero’s lust, but it had to stop. Trowa pushed back hard against the chest his hands hand been griping just seconds ago, tore his face away from his companion long enough to gasp out a few words.

“You told me you could keep this from interfering.” His voice was hoarse, and he was panting heavily, but he finally managed to extricate himself from Heero’s arms, though he knew he was released more because of his words rather than his force against the other boy.

The Japanese face looked smooth and unperturbed, but his breathing was elevated, his clothing was disheveled, and Trowa could feel the tension in him. “I can; I have.”

“Until now.”

“In my defense, I was encouraged.” Heero smirked as he spoke.

Trowa returned the expression. “We should get started.” Turning, he began to exit the room.

Heero nodded and followed him out, but didn’t let the subject dropped. “So have you changed your mind?” He spoke to the acrobat’s back.

“About affiliations between soldiers?”

“You’ve made your stance clear on that. I was speaking of your opinion of relationships between missions.”

“Are you suggesting that I’m not a soldier when I am not fulfilling a mission?” Trowa stopped, uncertain of the subject.

“Yes.”

Confusion took over his mind as Heero’s affirmation was heard. He heard the other pilot chuckle and sought answers in his face.

Heero’s eyes only showed amusement as he began a break down. “First things first. Can there be something between us when a mission is not foremost on your mind?”

Trowa was hesistant, but he wanted this. Wasn’t he entitled to something for himself? Something he could take joy from? But he had never planned to give so much of himself to another. Sex was one thing, but Heero had made it clear, he wanted more than that. “We can try.”

“After?” Heero let the statement hang because both knew they might not survive the attempt to conquer the earth.

Trowa nodded. “After.”

That answer actually brought a smile to the Wing pilot’s face. Trowa grudgingly had to admit that there was already something deeper on his side when his first thought was how much more attractive Heero was when he smiled.

“Now to your question, I don’t believe a soldier and a human can coexist in one body simultaneously. Soldiers never sleep, never let down their guard to eat or relieve themselves, but the human body has requirements.”

Feeling like Heero just punched him, Trowa took a moment to catch his breath. If that was true, and it was, what had he spent his life doing? Half was spent in true soldier form…was the other half some insecure human playing at battlefield scenarios? No, he never noticed a slip; there was little difference in himself when he was in a mission than when he wasn’t. It couldn’t be true; but it had to be.

Heero’s voice cut through the confusion. “I have said too much.”

“No, I just have a lot to think through.” That was an understatement. In the course of two weeks, it felt like an eternity of staunch beliefs had been twisted and some of them shattered.

The dark-haired pilot nodded. “We should get ready to leave.”

Trowa returned the nod, and they got to work, loaded up everything they hadn’t the previous day and hit the road.
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Again with the late update, in response I can only apologize and try to justify it with the fact that I drove about 20 hours over the weekend, and just got settled enough to bring my laptop out. I apologize to any regularly following this story, I'll attempt to do better in the future.