The Elevator

Title: The Elevator
Author: Ace Maxwell
Summary: Two pilots and one long elevator ride...
Rating: R, but really not even
Pairing: 3x1 or Trowa and Heero
Feedback: Yes please!
Author’s notes: This is very mild and written for the non-adult fanfiction.net. I\'ll be posting more explict stuff soon, but this is just for starters...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it\'s characters. If I owned them, I would never leave my bed and die very happy ^_^
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Heero pushed the button to call the elevator. It was slow to respond, as always, but it could be expected when it had to traverse over fifty floors to reach him. It was beyond him why the Preventers needed such a big building. The perfect soldier shifted his weight to one foot and fiddled with the hem of his forest green shirt. He silently hoped that no one walked up while he was waiting. The ridiculously long elevator ride was very awkward when he had to share the tiny space with someone he didn’t know. He watched the changing numbers and as they neared his floor, he felt he could get away free.
The alert bell went off and the doors slid open to reveal an empty elevator. This was a minor relief. Heero stepped inside, retreating into his thoughts as the doors started to close. Before they could shut completely, a slender hand shot through. The simple machine sensed the movement and reopened. The Japanese boy lowered his eyes to the floor and silently cursed his luck. It wasn’t such a big deal, but it was uncomfortable.
The new occupant pressed the button for his desired stop and stepped back. Heero glanced up in hopes that it was only a few floors up, but groaned internally when he realized it was for the level just above his. He was headed for the third story from the top, so the ride was going to be long.
The old elevator jolted as it started its ascent. The newcomer shuffled through the file in his hand, examining a sheet of paper near the middle. The slender ex-pilot glanced over and found that he wasn’t sharing the space with a stranger, but Trowa. His silent companion acknowledged him with a sad smile and turned back to his work. Heero hadn’t actually seen his comrade in arms in several weeks. The emerald-eyed boy had been assigned to a difficult operation that had been keeping him more than occupied.
They reached floor seven of fifty and passed it by.
Heero swallowed and tapped his foot lightly. Being in a tight space with a stranger was one thing, but being in that same tight space with Trowa Barton was a totally different situation. He tried to keep his eyes to himself, but he wanted to let his hands explore every inch of that taught, muscular body. As usual, however, he subdued the extreme urge.
They passed the fourteenth floor.
With a stoic expression, the perfect soldier bit his tongue, hard. The pain briefly killed his urge to jump on Trowa. He’d always found the quiet boy extremely attractive, but he’d never let that fact be known. They all knew Trowa had been hurt before and Heero would not be the one to bring back those memories. He’d known from the first moment his emotions had begun to develop that he’d have to crush them mercilessly.
Quatre had been the one to find out the dark secrets in Trowa’s nameless past. Heero wished sometimes that the blonde boy hadn’t told him. Sometimes he wished that such knowledge had never passed his ears so he could at least imagine kissing the tall boy without feeling guilty.
The twentieth floor passed by.
His Prussian blue eyes roamed unconsciously over Trowa’s form. When he caught himself looking, Heero turned away quickly and was thankful that pilot three was wrapped up in his work. He studied the floor of the elevator like the coffee and mud stains on the carpet were interesting. Warmth spread across his cheeks and down his neck.
Trowa’s gaze slipped over to the strangely tense pilot. The page of statistics really wasn’t that interesting, but he needed to know the numbers for the briefing he was about to perform. He cleared his throat gently and watched Heero jump out of his skin. Trowa arched a narrow eyebrow at this reaction.
They passed the twenty-third floor.
“You okay, Yuy?”
Heero looked up, more than startled. His expression was purely bewildered and slightly guilty, like Trowa had caught him in the midst of a dirty thought.
“You seem a little spacey,” the green-eyed youth commented.
The usually stone-cold pilot stuttered slightly before resuming that calm Trowa knew him for. “I’ve been a little out of it lately, but nothing to be worried about,” he said.
When the perfect soldier broke his gaze before he’d finished his statement, the silencer’s curiosity was spurred. He turned to face his fellow Preventer. “You’re lying to me, why?”
Twenty-six went by.
Trowa dropped the file to the floor and placed his hands on either side of the Japanese pilot. “Did you enjoy that once-over?” he breathed into Heero’s ear.
“You saw… but I thought…”
“You thought I wasn’t paying attention. You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to take any kind of interest in me? I was beginning to lose hope that you’d ever notice me.”
Heero pressed against the wall under Trowa’s hungry scrutiny. He’d dreamed about this, but he’d never imagined that the quiet circus clown would be so forward. The perfect soldier felt his body heat up in response to Trowa’s husky tone and close presence.
The thirty-first floor swept by.
“Give me some kind of response here, Yuy. Deck me if I was wrong, kiss me if I was right, just do something.”
Heero tangled his fingers into Trowa’s auburn mane and crushed their mouths together. He tossed his caution to the wind, hoping that Trowa’s forward attitude was a sign that the other pilots didn’t understand how the past had affected him. The kiss grew hot and heavy as Trowa slipped his tongue between Heero’s partially open lips. The Japanese youth moaned into the other boy’s mouth, accepting the intrusion with lustful excitement. His lithe body arched against the silencer’s lean, muscular frame. They broke apart, panting heavily.
Trowa smirked and murmured, “I guess that answers my question.”
They passed by floor thirty-six.
The European pilot brought their lips together, hard, tasting the moist cavern of Heero’s mouth. A groan spilled from one of them, but they were so tightly pressed together that neither knew who’d made the sound. Trowa slid his muscular thigh between the perfect soldier’s legs, feeling a cool, callused hand glide underneath his shirt and across his chest. Pleasure rushed through their senses, pulsing in their veins.
Heero gasped and grabbed the emerald-eyed boy’s shoulders. Strong hands grabbed his buttocks and lifted him against the other body. He wrapped his legs around Trowa’s waist and turned his attentions to the boy’s exposed neck. Playful licks and nips along the tender flesh induced pilot three into releasing a soft purr.
Floor forty-one flew by, six more to go before Heero had to get out of the elevator.
Trowa shot the changing numbers a death glare, determined to stay with his companion until they’d finished their fun. The red emergency button caught his eye. It would buy some time…

“Um, sir, there’s something wrong with elevator six.”
Zechs Marquise leaned over the speaker’s shoulder with some curiosity. He didn’t usually grace the security rooms, but Une had decided that he needed a break from field work. If not on the field, than he was to do paper work, but Preventer Wind opted for security instead.
He examined the blinking screen. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s stopped.”
“Why?”
The slender private checked the readouts and furrowed his brow. “Someone’s pressed the emergency button,” he told his superior officer.
“Could it have been an accident?”
“Impossible, sir, the button is latched under a piece of plastic to keep someone from doing just that.”
“Interesting, see if you can get it moving again and bring it to this level. I want to see who decided to do that.”
It took the young man nearly ten minutes to override the halted elevator system, while his impatient lieutenant breathed down his neck. When the machine was moving, Zechs headed for its destination. He flicked his platinum blonde hair over his shoulder and crossed his arms. Whoever had stopped the elevator would have to have a good reason.
The alert bell dinged when the machine arrived and the doors slowly opened. No one occupied the tiny space.
Zechs tilted his head to one side and called, “Is there any possibility that this was some kind of malfunction?”

Forty-six levels above the security center, Heero Yuy sat down at his desk, smiling contently. Perhaps long elevator rides were not such a bad thing after all…

Owari!