22-Jul-2000

Category: Adventure, PWP
Rating: R/NC-17 (you be the judge)
Pairings: 1x3
Spoilers: Set around the time Trowa and Heero were on the moonbase but no spoilers really.
Warnings: Violence, Lemon
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Well, sort of a PWP. Here are a few key notes:
'--denotes thought--'

Scene From A Cell by babaca

Trowa Barton quietly observed the prisoner in his cell along with Colonel Une. The prisoner sat on the small cot in the corner staring out into nothingness.

"Are the cells bugged? Can we hear what's being said in them?" Trowa asked.

"No. But if we need to listen in, there are devices that can be brought in," Colonel Une said, "Otherwise it's a waste of time listening to prisoners whine about how much they hate OZ."

Trowa processed this information. "With permission, Colonel, I would like to interrogate the prisoner."

The Colonel quirked an eyebrow at Trowa. "What makes you think you can interrogate him? This is pilot 01. I once saw him self-destruct his mobile suit rather than be taken prisoner."

Trowa looked calmly back at his superior. "I want to try to interrogate him for you, Colonel. And for His Excellency." Then he waited.

The Colonel's face changed for a fraction of a second. "Trowa ..." The voice was now softer. "For His Excellency, I will allow it."

Trowa nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Lady Une."

Trowa exited the control room. He wasn't sure what he really wanted to do. He knew he had to see Heero and this was probably the best way to do it. He trusted the Colonel when she told him there were no listening devices in the cells. She had placed implicit trust in him and he knew he had to exploit that. He only felt a little guilty when he was exploiting the Lady's trust. She was too fragile for all of this.

Trowa reached the cell and saw two guards standing in front of the heavy, steel door. "I am going in to talk to the prisoner."

"Under whose orders?" barked the big, burly guard.

"The Colonel's. Now step aside."

The large guard debated whether to do it or not. Then he remembered this skinny snippet of a kid was the Colonel's pet. He stepped aside and rolled his eyes at his partner who tried to suppress a smile.

Once Trowa was inside the cell, his eyes quickly scanned where he knew the cameras were located. Then he stared at Heero.

Heero looked up at Trowa but showed no reaction.

"Come here," Trowa said in a calm voice.

Heero complied. As Heero stood before him, Trowa punched him in the stomach hard. Heero crumpled to the ground.

"Get up," Trowa said still calm.

Colonel Une looked at the monitor with a triumphant smile. 'That is the soldier I want to see!' Then momentarily, the Lady took over. She was horrified to see the gentle soul she thought of as Trowa, hurting another person. She couldn't watch anymore. She took her glasses off, rubbed her eyes and left the room. The other soldiers saw her leave but continued to work at their stations.

Heero got up slowly. Trowa now punched Heero in the face. Blood dripped from his lip. He did nothing to defend himself. Trowa now grabbed him roughly and shoved him to a far corner of the cell.

Trowa now said to Heero softly, "This part of the cell isn't monitored."

Heero looked at Trowa and nodded. "Understood."

"Where are the others? Are they on their way here?" Trowa asked quietly.

"I don't know. I left an injured Duo back on the colony. I haven't seen Quatre or Wufei, so I don't know where they are."

Trowa nodded, noticing to himself that he hadn't taken his hands off of Heero's shoulders. "I'm sorry I hit you. I..." he faltered.

"I understand."

Trowa looked at him closely and realize that he did understand. "Arigato." He reluctantly moved one hand from Heero's shoulder to wipe the blood from the soldier's lip. As he did, he was shocked and slightly thrilled that Heero flicked his tongue out to lick the blood off of Trowa's finger.

Trowa stood transfixed. Suddenly, Heero pulled him in close for a kiss. It was a hard, bruising kiss that raised every hair on Trowa's body. He almost didn't hear the rattle of keys in the door of the cell.

Heero pushed away quickly and spat in Trowa's face. Trowa looked momentarily stunned before he wiped the spittle off and slapped Heero hard in the face with a backhand.

The guards were chuckling at the sight. "Hey, looks like fun, want any help?" leered the larger guard.

Trowa turned to the guards and said, "No thank you. He's got spirit. I like that and I don't like to share."

The quieter smaller guard spoke up, "Come on! We haven't had fun for weeks. Sharing is a good thing!"

"He's mine. Now go away," Trowa said calmly.

"How about we tell the Colonel about this?" challenged the bigger guard.

"Do you really think the Colonel will be upset by this? She might be more upset that you didn't follow my orders. Now, go away."

Both guards thought about that. They both knew he was her pet. Anything to rile her would probably bring grief upon themselves rather than her pet.

"Alright!" they conceded.

"Oh and if I hear that this prisoner has been harmed in any way after I've left you WILL have to go before the Colonel. Understood?" Trowa said menacingly.

"Yes, sir!" they replied as they scurried out of the room. With the door shut, Trowa turned his attention back to Heero.

"Wow, Trowa, you pack a mean wallop," Heero said as he rubbed his face. He wasn't expecting Trowa to hit him quite so hard.

"Gomen nasai," Trowa said as he kissed the area where his hand had left a faint imprint. Then he kissed Heero on the lips very softly. "I was going to leave the cell, but now that I've all but said I'm going to be busy in here for a while, I guess I'm stuck here."

Heero's arms snaked around Trowa's waist pulling him closer, "Well, we wouldn't want to disappoint anyone would we?"

Trowa smiled briefly. "I guess not."

As they kissed, Trowa could feel Heero's hands roaming down to his buttocks kneading them and pulling him closer to the boy. Trowa's hands ghosted over Heero's shoulders and chest. They broke the kiss to breathe. Trowa pulled Heero's green tanktop off.

He trailed soft, wet kisses down the pilot's neck. Once he reacted the juncture between the neck and shoulders he gave a playful bite that elicited a moan from Heero. His hands sought out the Japanese boy's nipples, lightly pinching and rubbing them until they were hard.

Heero was leaning against the wall under this assault and was having a hard time standing. His legs were shaky and Trowa's mouth on his skin was sweet torture.

Trowa was now on his knees placing sweet kisses on Heero's firm stomach. He looked up to see Heero with cobalt eyes glazed and half lidded with pleasure. His breathing ragged and skin flushed with a fine sheen of sweat. Trowa marveled that he could get Heero in this state. He began to pull off Heero's spandex shorts. Heero's erection sprang out relieved to be out from the confines of spandex. Trowa gently wrapped his hand around the angry, red member and lovingly let his tongue circle around the tip.

Heero moaned loudly. Trowa smiled, encouraged by the sound, he allowed his tongue to slide up and down the length tracing every pulsating blood vessel that was popping out before finally putting the entire length into his mouth and gently starting to suck. Heero gasped and grabbed Trowa's hair and began to pump.

Trowa expected this so he had relaxed his gag reflex. He tried not to think about how many times he wanted this to happen with Heero. He knew he should just enjoy the moment and he did. He tormented himself by not touching is own weeping hard-on but he only wanted to give Heero pleasure. One hand stayed on Heero's hip, while the other fondled Heero's balls. He felt the constriction in the sac and waited. Seconds later, Heero let out a cry as he succumbed to his orgasm. Trowa drank down every ounce with no complaints.

Heero had given up the battle with gravity and slid down the wall in a kind of drunken bliss. He smiled at Trowa. "Arigato, Trowa. Allow me to return the favor." Then he pounced on Trowa knocking the boy back to the ground. Where Trowa's ministrations were gentle, Heero's were rough. Trowa was so excited from before he knew it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge. Heero also knew this so he did all in his power to torture Trowa and not bring him to completion.

"Heero, if you don't finish this, I will hit you again," Trowa gritted out.

Heero laughed. "I'll see what I can do, Trowa." He began to stretch Trowa with his fingers. He knew he should have let Trowa come a little while ago, but he wanted to be with Trowa. 'Who knows if the opportunity will ever present itself again?'

Fingers removed, Heero positioned himself. "This might hurt a little, it's not like they keep lubricant around in cells."

"Just shut up and do it!" Trowa replied, hoarse with desire. Heero slowly plunged in. Trowa quietly hissed in discomfort for a second, but only a second. Heero waited for some sign to proceed. Heero wrapped his hands around Trowa's temporarily flagging erection and began to stroke it. Trowa began to move his hips, waiting for Heero to continue. So slowly, Heero pulled almost completely out before plunging back in. Trowa moaned, half-pain, half pleasure. Heero shifted a little and repeated the motion. Trowa gasped, his erection got harder. Heero concentrated his efforts on hitting the spot that got the most favorable reaction. The pace became frenzied. Both were so close, Trowa surrendered first, his fluids covering Heero's hand and both their stomachs. Heero held out for a few more pumps before he released deep inside Trowa.

Heero reluctantly pulled out, checking to make sure he hadn't injured Trowa. He hadn't. He laid next to the tall boy who was still breathing a little hard.

"Cameras be damned. Next time we do this on a bed," Trowa said as he sat up. Heero, noting the red marks and the intricate stone pattern that was the floor which were firmly tattooed on Trowa's back, laughed.

"You know what they say, love hurts," Heero smiled.

"Let's see if you say that when you're on the bottom on a cold hard floor!" Trowa laughed.

"Hn."

Slowly Trowa got dressed, "I should give Colonel Une a report about my interrogation."

"I'd love to hear THAT report," Heero joked for the last time before slipping back into his professional mode.

"Colonel, the prisoner was uncooperative about facts," Trowa said. "You know the scientists are almost finished completing both the Vayeate and Mercurius. Maybe I can persuade Une to let you pilot one of them."

"Why would she do that?" Heero asked.

Trowa shrugged. "It's worth a try. It will get you out of the cell." Trowa said looking at the beautiful boy who was now slowly putting on his tanktop and spandex. "Wait a minute."

Heero stopped and looked at Trowa. "What?"

Trowa walked up to him and ripped the tank top. "Remember I just roughed you up, you should look the part." He smiled shyly.

Heero let his professional mask drop a bit. "Roughing me up, is that what they call it these days?" He grinned evilly. "Ah, back to our roles, huh?" He moved to the corner they were before and sat with his knees pulled up under his chin looking traumatized.

"See you later, Heero," Trowa said as he tried to look like a sated pervert which wasn't that difficult to do because he was sated. "Guards!" Trowa shouted.

The door opened and Trowa left.

OWARI

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