02-Oct-2003
Title: After the Rain Falls (part 1 of 2)
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GWAddiction, GWNation
Category: yaoi, sap
Pairings: 1x3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This one fits into my Heero/Trowa universe. This is the honeymoon story. ^_^ Finally, eh? Well, yeah. I needed to write something a bit happier. But, you wouldn't believe how long this took in comparison to most of my lemons. Well, okay, it took less time than my last yuri lemon, but the buildup on this one was what got me. Now, I must go work on other things because I'm finally feeling as though all of those unfinished fics of mine want to be completed as I've got a temporary break from extremely new ideas (and no one has any clue how happy this makes me). Enjoy! (And, sorry it took so long!) [Remember... this is part 1... there *is* a part 2.]
The rain had stopped it's fall half an hour before. The leaves glistened in the coming sunshine, tiny droplets of water still falling from them to bombard the guests who were following a smiling, newly married couple out to the drive of Relena Peacecraft's Sanq Kingdom home where their limo awaited to carry them off to the airport, then off to Iceland. When the group had gathered, Relena, herself, took a stand in front of the married couple, right in the center of the crowd. "Friends... we were here today, not just for one great party like we just had, but to celebrate the union of our friends, Heero and Trowa... Yuy. We've all been here to witness their incredible triumphs and tribulations, and some of us were instrumental in getting them together in the first place. Now, we can only wish them the best, and a lot of great sex. Have fun, you guys." She grinned impishly and stepped to one side. The crowd cleared a path for the pair; Trowa in traditional black, Heero in white.
They walked forth, and were bombarded by bird seed. Wufei had objected to the use of rice because it would kill the birds if they ate too much it. Then, he put on his little "I am an honorable Chinese man" act and said, "We cannot defile the rice in such a manner as throwing it, woman. What were you thinking?"
When they'd made their way through the crowd, Heero and Trowa nodded in thanks to their gathered friends. "Thanks! We couldn't have been here without you all, not in body, or in spirit," Trowa called out.
Heero put an arm around Trowa and pulled his husband into a warm embrace. Duo opened the door to the limo. "You guys should get going. Your plane leaves in a little over an hour."
Nodding, Heero pulled Trowa toward the open door, whispering to Duo before he followed Trowa into the limo, "Keep an eye on Relena, would you? She seems really lonely, and I don't like the looks Dorothy keeps giving her."
Duo looked surprised, but he nodded, regardless. "Sure. I'll... I'll do that."
A moment later, the limousine was pulling out of Relena's estate and onto the open road. Heero and Trowa were seated so close together that the line between them seemed grey. Trowa leaned against Heero's shoulder and sighed in contentment. "That was really great. I'm still wet from kissing you out in the rain so much, but it's worth it just to know that you're here and mine and I'm yours and..." He trailed off so he could look up at Heero. "I feel like I can't say it enough. I love you. You make me... you're my great equalizer. You're why I'm who I am now." He pursed his lips and turned in his seat so that he could lean against Heero's chest, one hand on each side of Heero's waist.
Heero blushed and looked away vaguely at Trowa's words. When Trowa looked up at him, leaned against him with eyes wide, Heero smiled and looked down at him, swallowing. "You... you really feel that way? No... nevermind that. I know you do. I... I feel the same way." He laughed. "I'm just... I'm nervous. I wasn't all that nervous before because everything was all planned out, but now that we're going on our honeymoon... It feels like a big vacation and vacations scare me because there isn't a set schedule. I just... I need something planned."
Trowa smiled and pressed himself upward so that his lips were mere millimeters from Heero's. "I've got plans. Just trust that I'll keep you on track with me. I promise you'll love every minute of it."
It was only five minutes of comfortable silence later when they pulled into the airport. They were both still in tuxedos with black orchids, buttercups and baby's breath tucked in neat arrangement in their lapels. The drive up to the check-in counters at the airport was still wet with the afternoon's rain.
The pair were checked in, and only a few moments later were headed toward their gate with boarding passes and carry-on luggage in hand, Heero supporting himself by slinging an arm over Trowa's shoulder, still limping because of the gazebo which had collapsed on his ankle. They reached their gate after only a little bit of searching and riding on escalators. They finally sat down together, taking seats where they had a decent view of both the door leading to the plane and of the grey sky, the raindrops still falling heavily, though it seemed to be clearing up a bit.
"It's a perfect day for our wedding," Trowa said.
Heero smiled softly. "That's true. We're not exactly the sunny day type, are we?"
Trowa shook his head. "Not at all, my friend... my husband."
The pair sat there, in loving silence, amidst the hustel and bustle. Several minutes later, a boarding announcement was made. Heero and Trowa grabbed their boarding passes and carry-on luggage and made their way to the gate. The woman checking their passes smiled and said, "Congratulations! I hope you have fun." She winked.
Heero's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until he took a closer look at the boarding passes. They were registered under "Yuy, Heero and Trowa: NEWLYWEDS". Trowa looked over and caught the words as well. He laughed softly. "That Relena." He smiled, grabbed Heero's hand, and pulled him onto the plane.
Once they were seated, a stewardess came over. "May I see your boarding passes, please?" Heero glared, but handed them over. "Oh! Misters Yuy! Hold on just a moment." She scampered off, leaving two confused men behind. She returned a moment later with three pieces of paper and a keycard. "These two forms are your customs forms. They've been pre0filled. Please make any needed changes and then sign and date them. This other form... please read it and both of you need to sign and date it. And, here's your key!" She began to walk off, but Heero stopped her.
"Key? What is this for?"
The girl didn't smile this time. She leered. "Oh, come on. You made the reservations. You *must* know."
Heero glared again and the girl shivered. "I did not make the reservations. A friend did. She said we were just getting the standard package. According to her, the only key we should be receiving would be to our room."
The girl nodded. "And so it is. The room is at the back of the plane. Leave the paperwork here once you're done. Then... enjoy!"
Heero and Trowa both looked rather dumbfounded. "Well," Trowa said, "let's do this stuff and then go decide whether to kill Relena or thank her profusely."
The forms didn't take long, though the pair did have to laugh a bit at some of the phrasing on the release form for the room. "Any injuried incurred from use of objects in a manner other than that for which they were originally intended is the sole fault of the user," indeed.
At this point, the pair gathered up their carry-on luggage and headed to their room. When they reached the door, Trowa stopped Heero quickly and said, "You know that I love you. So, don't be afraid to say no to me if I ask you to do something, okay?"
Heero smiled. "I won't be. I'll probably be too busy saying 'yes' to bother, though."
Trowa's mouth quirked up at one corner. "You're too good to me."
Heero reached out and ran the tips of his fingers along the side of Trowa's jaw. "That's okay. I think you're too good to me, too."
Trowa shook his head as Heero's hand came to rest, cupped, on his cheek. "No. There's nothing good enough for you, especially not me."
"I beg to differ, and that's all that matters," Heero said. "Now, come on. Let's go see this room."
The keycard easily opened the door and the pair squeezed through, side by side. The inside room was a non-tacky honeymooner's dream. The bed was stately; large and soft, with a honeyed stain on the frame and hunter green sheets and a comforter on the mattress. The walls were patterned with gold leaves and vines on a cream-colored background, while the floor shared the honeyed hue of the bed frame. Several storage cabinets were located around the bed and tacked in place as a subtle reminder that this room *was* on an airplane. There was even a built-in bathroom, though it was a twin to the one the other passengers would use.
Heero locked the door behind them, and motioned to one of the storage cabinets. "I suppose we should put our things in one of those, right?"
Trowa nodded, opened the cupboard, and then began to laugh. Heero looked over to see what was so funny, then blushed. "Condoms, a whip, and 12 tubes of Astroglide?"
Trowa nodded again, then smiled widely. "I think we can do without the whip. Now, as far as the condoms..." His face turned serious. "We did get checked out, and we're both clean. Plus, we're married now. If we'd gotten anything before, it would have shown up by now, and anything you have, I want to have anyway as well just so that I understand what you're going through, and so you don't have to go through it alone. So, yes? No? What do you think?"
Heero took a moment to think about it, staring at the condoms as though they might magically tell him all of the answers to all of the questions of the universe. "You're right. Very right." He looked up at Trowa and smiled. "I want our marriage to be built on implicit trust. I don't want there to be any doubt. You're the only one for me, and that's the way I want it to stay forever."
Trowa shrugged off his jacket, folding just to toss it to the floor. He reached down and grabbed one of the tubes of Astroglide. "So... who's going to be on top?"
Chuckling, Heero took off his own jacket and began to work on his belt. "Well, by convention, I should be on top first because you took my name. However, that we be sort of strange because you're, well, bigger... all over. Especially, um, yeah."
Trowa's cheeks flushed and he began to unbutton his shirt. "So, you'll top now, and I'll top later?"
Heero nodded and slid his belt out of the confines of the loops of his pants. "That sounds about right."
Trowa sat down on the edge of the bed just as an announcement was made. "All passengers, please take your seats. Restore your seats and tray tables to an upright position. Turn off all electronic devices. Make sure that your seatbelt is buckled correctly and is not too loose or too tight. Check that there is a floatation device underneath your seat and that all carry-on baggage is to be secured either in an overhead compartment or underneath the seat in front of you. All passengers with a type H ticket are reminded that their safety imformation is located on the table to their left. Anyone with a question may press the flight attendant call button at any time. The plane is currently taxiing to the runway and will leave as soon as we are cleared for takeoff. Thank you for flying with us. Have a nice day!"
Heero looked up from where he was beginning to toy with the button on his jeans. "Now, Mr. Yuy, be careful of the G forces that you might encounter on the flight. I want you to stay nice and safe, so be sure that you remove all of your clothing and lay back on the bed. You will be ravaged shortly."
Trowa managed a soft laugh as he unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and rolled it off of his shoulders. "You are a wonder, Heero Yuy."
Sliding his own shirt off, Heero grinned. "And so are you, Trowa Yuy."
"Are you always going to call me that?" Trowa took off his own belt.
"Probably just until I get tired of you."
"Here's hoping I can stand it forever... I hope."
Heero stood and slid down his pants. "You'll be able to stand it, I think. Now, get naked." He said this because he now was naked. "How am I supposed to ravage you if you still have clothes on?"
Trowa smiled. "I'm sure you'd find a way." However, he did remove the rest of his clothing quickly; tossing it to the floor.
Despite being hard and wanting desperately to be inside of Trowa, Heero paused before so much as kissing his husband to say, "There's something so much more wonderful about all of this now that I have proof that you're with me for the long haul."
Trowa reached out and grasped Heero's hand and pulled it toward him. He wrapped both of his hands around Heero's one and placed an infinitely soft kiss between two of Heero's knuckles. "Forever." He smiled. "And even that seems too short a time for all the love I have for you."
Dropping his hands from Heero's, Trowa moved his fingers to trace lightly along Heero's sides, sending shivers to show just slightly in tiny tremors on Heero's part. Then, Trowa stood and slid his arms around Heero's back. He nuzzled his nose in the crook of Heero's neck and moaned softly. The heat was as arousing as the situation. Heero's head tilted back and he extended his neck. Trowa followed the line with nipping kisses until he finally captured Heero's lips from above, emotion pouring forth from every action. It was erotic, and romantic, and so right.
Heero retaliated in kind, and pressed his lips to Trowa's shoulder, moving downward diagonally to kiss a soft path to Trowa's sternum. He wrapped Trowa in a hug and pressed his head comfortably against Trowa's chest. "I love you," he murmured as he pulled back and urged Trowa to lay down.
"Love you, too," Trowa answered as he arranged himself on the bed, watching Heero with such an expression on his face that no one could mistake the want that he felt for his lover in these moments where the words they normally held back came forth. Heero's reaction to that look was powerful. He was a very giving lover in the first place, but he was ferocious in his giving when he got like this. Trowa bit his lip, knowing that sightseeing would definitely be put on hold the next day in favor of abusing the hot tub; in more ways than one.
Heero was quite happy to be on top this time. He could control more things from the top. While he couldn't promise absolute pleasure to Trowa from any vantage point, from here, he knew what would make Trowa lose momentum, or gain too much, and even what would make him pass out and when. With time, lovers begin to know one another as well as they know themselves. Heero was certain that he understood Trowa even better than he knew himself, though he would be the first to admit that the man he loved was enigmatic almost to a fault. But, it was an important almost.
Trowa allowed himself to be led. When Heero's hand slid up the underside of his thigh to grasp at his knee, he allowed it to lift and allowed Heero to place a whisper of kisses down the inside of his thigh. He allowed Heero's tongue to acquaint itself with everything it wanted to, as each movement felt divine. His heart was beating faster, but there was a calm that he swam in which made the tacky decor of the room, the location of their entire endeavor, and the questionabilty of the soundproofing on the walls all fade away. It was Heero and Trowa and love, and that combination was too great to ignore. Trowa gave himself over to it whole-heartedly and practically sang Heero's name as he advanced up Trowa's body, quickly prepared him as everything built to a fevered pitch, and sank in quickly, and deeply, and completely.
Heero held his husband close and felt that the warmth of being pressed to his chest was a wonder as much as everything else about this man he loved. He was on top, but was the smaller one. It was pleasant none-the-less. When Trowa was on top, there seemed to be knees everywhere and the pillows almost always ended up under the bed somehow. But, Heero often preferred it since he liked the sensation of Trowa taking him and making him definitively his. Yet, there was also an inexplicable draw to this; the taking. There was control to be had where losing control seemed to happen more often than not, and there was something to be said about being given control on one's honeymoon. Trowa often topped when they played on the pool table at home simply because of the dynamic that his perfect height brought to the deal. The same was true of the kitchen, and the shower. Bed and the weight bench and the sofa were more Heero's ground, and he was staking it now, for he would give it up tonight.
But now, with Trowa giving himself over, Heero wasn't sure it mattered. Every time was like this, regardless of how many knees and elbows and pillows did or did not get in the way. So, who was on top and who was on bottom was as inconsequential as whether a coin landed heads up or down when no one had a bid on the results. When Heero realized this, things seemed to raise to a higher level. For as much as he felt himself penetrating Trowa, he felt ultimately penetrated as well. The gestures were not in place, but the love, and the feeling of being enveloped by his lover, were as strong as they ever had been.
Trowa rocked softly against Heero, encouraging the soft rhythm that he had built up. The pace was building, but slowly, and it was fine by Trowa. There was something to be said for time now that he was finally learning to enjoy it.
Heero kept pace with Trowa, and the soft slide of sweat-damp flesh was sweet and rang in their ears for all they didn't hear anything but the tiny whispered, "I love you"'s which passed between them and the sounds of their own heart beats, beating in time with each other, pumping as they now were -- fast and frenetic and ready.
With a sharp gasp, Trowa let go of his final spring and felt release pulse through him and flood over him. Heero was pulled along with a similar noise and the pair took a moment to recover before Heero placed butterfly-delicate kisses along Trowa's brow and eyelids and cheekbones and lips while softly clutching his head and whispering words of love that would make no sense to anyone but the two who were still so entwined. It would be the better part of an hour before they would disentangle, and even then it would only be to prepare for landing, but the silence that tried to claim the air never quite seemed to take hold over the sizzle of the passion between the two in bed.
End Part 1
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