8-Feb-2001
Ahoy there! ^_^ I wrote this little sappy thing today, thinking that it was high time I did something for Heero and Trowa that didn't involve angst. True to the subject line, this is a seme-free fic. I just didn't address the seme/uke issue at all. :) There's some lemon- scented stuff, nothing too explicit, I don't think, and more than a fair share of just plain sap. :) But definitely a male/male relationship, so if that bothers you, please don't read it. Lemme know what you think, Ok? :)
I guess I should go ahead and mention that I don't own Gundam Wing, and this fanfic is not meant to be taken as a claim to copyright of the characters or situations which were not created by me. Also, I'm not making a penny off of this, and no offense or disrespect is intended towards the creators and rightful owners.
"Heero, what are you doing?" a familiar voice - a voice which never failed to send little shivers of pleasure down his spine - asked.
Heero Yuy sighed wearily, and paused in his frantic typing to scrub at his eyes. It had been a hellish few weeks in his job as a Preventer - there had been one incident after another that had been deemed perfectly suited to his special capabilities. He was just finishing his reports on the latest Peacecraft assassination attempt and building a new firewall after a clever hacker had managed to tap into the Preventers database; checking over his work at this point would be easy, if time-consuming.
"Working," he answered, not turning to look at Trowa. He hadn't been much of a friend lately, let alone a lover... Trowa deserved so much better than this. Heero had been dashing from crisis to crisis for weeks now, sleeping little and talking less. He didn't think he'd even spoken to Trowa at all this morning... guilt washed over him, and he lowered his head.
"On something crucial, I take it?"
"Just following up," Heero said, and finally dared to turn to meet Trowa's eyes... and found himself nose-to-nose with a neon-green water pistol.
"What is this?" he asked, scowling. He didn't have time for games...
"This is an abduction. You're coming with me."
"Trowa, my work-"
"-is all taken care of!" a deep voice interrupted, rich with a suppressed chuckle. Heero glanced up to see Duo leaning over him, the end of his braid flopping down to land on the keyboard Heero had recently been punishing with his frenzied typing. "The rest of this is just piddling reports and stuff; you're not needed for this."
"But..."
"Come along peacefully, and I won't have to shoot you," Trowa said, waving the water pistol threateningly.
"You're kidnapping me with a water pistol?"
"I'll have you know this water pistol has been sitting in the refrigerator for 24 hours."
"I'll go peacefully," Heero said, raising his hands as the tiny hint of a smile - the first in weeks - tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"And don't worry about a thing on this end," Duo added as Trowa and his prisoner started walking off. "We've gotcha both covered." There were a few hoots and cheers from other Preventers as Trowa led his red-faced abductee away. By the time they'd reached their car, Heero was starting to formulate an apology.
"Trowa, I..."
"Get in, and put this on," Trowa said, handing him a sleep mask made of black silk, with skulls and crossbones embroidered on it.
"You stole this from Duo?"
"Just cooperate," Trowa said, smiling as Heero obediently slid into the passenger seat and pulled the mask over his eyes. "I don't want to have to shoot you."
"I don't want to have to be shot," Heero replied as he fastened his seat belt. He yelped in surprise as the seat suddenly gave way beneath him, then he felt a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back into the slightly-reclined seat.
"Just lie back and be still," Trowa said, smiling. This was already going better than he'd planned; he'd expected more of a struggle to break through the 'got a mission' barrier. Heero must have needed this, and not known enough to ask for it...
"Trowa..." The word was softly whispered in the reverent tone Heero usually reserved for the bedroom. "I don't deserve..."
"That's for me to decide; you're coming along for the ride whether you deserve it or not," Trowa said. After making sure that Heero was comfortably settled, he closed the passenger door securely and slid in behind the wheel. His smile broadened as he looked over to see Heero, who had turned his head to follow Trowa's movements, as though he could see through the sleep mask. He was still leaning back in the seat, and though he had grown and matured in the past year, he looked incredibly boyish with the mask on, his hair tumbling over the satin and his lips parted softly.
"Just relax," Trowa said softly, and as the car engine smoothly purred to life, the radio gifted them with gentle strains of music.
"I don't know if I can," Heero said. "I'm supposed to-"
"You're supposed to relax. That's your only mission."
"Ryokai," Heero whispered, and settled back quietly. Within a few minutes, he was soundly asleep. Trowa's smile was tender, and didn't fade as the car smoothly carried them away.
Heero woke to the steady hum of the motor, soft music... and the smell of salt in the air. One hand rose automatically to reach for the mask obstructing his vision, and it was gently but firmly slapped away.
"Ah, ah, ah."
"Where are we?" Heero asked, contritely folding his hands in his lap.
"Halfway to nowhere. I'll let you know when we arrive."
"Oh."
"Just go back to sleep; it won't be long."
"Ah," Heero sighed, and settled back down. It was true that he needed the sleep...
"Ok, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up." The soft voice was enough to shake him from the fogginess of his dreams, and as Heero sat up he realized that they had stopped moving. He heard the car door opening, and the sweetly clean scent of salt air was now accompanied by the rhythmic sloshing of water and the sound of seagulls crying.
"Where are we?" Heero asked. "And can I take the mask off now?"
"Not yet," Trowa said, and Heero felt a firm grip on his elbow. Trowa slowly led him, and he followed, trusting in the tall boy with absolute, unshakeable faith. It was because of that faith that he didn't protest when he felt the ground under his feet give way, Trowa's grip on him firm as he was gently lowered down into waiting hands, eased onto a firm wooden surface that rocked lazily with the water's movement.
"You're all set," said a voice Heero recognized.
"Wufei?" he asked.
"Enjoy your trip," the Chinese pilot said, and he heard scuffling sounds and a few soft thuds, and then the purposeful splashing of oars hitting the water.
"Trowa?"
"Just relax. We'll be there soon," Trowa answered, and at the sound of the familiar voice Heero leaned back against the wooden side of the boat, shivering with anticipation and the slightly chilly salt breeze coming in off the water. It seemed that an interminably long time passed before the boat stopped its forward motion with a solid thunk, and then he heard Trowa's voice, husky and very near to his ear, saying "Ok, you can take the mask off now."
Heero all but ripped the mask away, and as he squinted in the suddenness of bright daylight, his eyes took in the sight of a short pier, to which Trowa was quickly mooring the boat, and an unblemished stretch of sandy beach, sea grasses waving in the breeze and seagulls wheeling and diving overhead. Bemused, he followed Trowa off the boat, shouldering two of the soft, heavy packs Trowa had brought with them. There was a sandy path through the grasses, which led to a small beach house the color of driftwood, built on stilts to protect it in case of floods.
The two boys silently walked up the steps to the beach house, for which Trowa had the key, and dropped their bags inside. There was a small efficiency-sized kitchen and a smaller bathroom, and a single huge living/dining/bedroom, which boasted not only a massive bed but a Jacuzzi in front of the wide picture windows which looked out over the sea, and a stone fireplace on the opposite wall. The house had light-colored and white furnishings, sandy-colored carpeting and paintings of ships on the walls.
Wordlessly, Trowa pushed Heero into a chair by the fireplace and propped his feet up on an overstuffed ottoman.
"But..." Heero began, but a gentle finger on his lips stopped his protest. He reluctantly settled back, and didn't protest as the mask settled back down over his eyes. The sounds of Trowa unpacking made him curious, but he wasn't about to disappoint him by peeking. He'd disappointed Trowa often enough recently.
"Ok, you can look again," Trowa said, and Heero snatched the mask away quickly enough to catch the amused gleam in emerald-green eyes. Trowa tossed a towel at him and then sauntered out of the house, and Heero, true to form, followed him.
"Where are we going?"
"The beach," Trowa said, and sure enough, they were headed back down the sandy trail. The afternoon sun was high, and Heero braced a hand over his eyes as he squinted out over the water.
"How did you row us so far?" he asked.
"I didn't," Trowa replied. "We're on the other side of the island from the pier where we got the boat. If you look out the windows on one side of the house, you can see the town. If you look out on the other side..." His voice trailed off as his arm swept wide to encompass the glorious, unbroken view of the ocean.
"So how many people are here?" Heero asked, watching Trowa shuck off his shoes and shirt.
"Two."
"I mean, on the island."
"It's just us, Heero," Trowa replied, stepping in close to loom over Heero for a moment before giving him a fiery kiss that turned his knees to water. "I have you entirely at my mercy."
"But what about-"
"Relax, Heero. That's all you have to worry about. Work will wait. Duty and responsibility will wait."
"But..."
"But nothing," Trowa said firmly, and tugged at Heero's shirt. Heero unprotestingly allowed Trowa to divest him of his clothing, and obediently lay down on the beach towel when Trowa indicated that he should.
"What are you-"
"Just relax, and enjoy yourself, Heero. Don't ask it to death."
"Sorry."
"Shh." Trowa knelt beside him, and then he felt strong hands stroking his back, smoothing lotion into his skin. The scent of coconut teased at him, and he was all but purring as Trowa began to rub in earnest, smoothing out the tight, lean ropes of muscle and forcing the soreness out of the knots.
"You're so tense," Trowa whispered.
"I've been that way for so long," Heero murmured in reply. "I don't remember ever being anything else."
"Just... let go," Trowa said, his voice soft and sweet.
"I'm sorry I haven't paid attention to you lately," Heero said after a few moments, his voice rough with self-recrimination.
"Shh, it's Ok. This is just for us to enjoy."
"That feels wonderful," Heero whispered, and Trowa grinned as he felt the solid muscles under his hands suddenly give way, loosening as Heero relaxed at last. He could rub deeply now, and he did, smoothing out the months of tension until his hands grew sore. Then he moved on to the rest of Heero's body, lingering on the pale skin that rarely saw the light of day. Heero moaned softly, shifting slightly as Trowa's hands glided over the rounded cheeks of his buttocks and then moved on to his legs.
"Trowa..." he mumbled, but then Trowa stood, shimmying out of the rest of his clothing. Heero turned to look at him avidly, and Trowa smiled at him, that mysterious smile that promised everything and revealed nothing. Trowa was already done smearing the coconut- scented sunblock on himself by the time Heero staggered to his feet, sluggishly as though his newly-relaxed muscles, having been given a brief reprieve, now refused to work properly. Heero quickly smeared sunblock over those parts of his body Trowa had, lamentably, missed, and then followed the tall boy into the ocean, where Trowa was already sporting in the water, slick and graceful as a dolphin.
"Aren't you worried about being seen?" Heero asked as he waded out, shivering because it was a little too cold for swimming. He didn't particularly care about being seen, himself - if someone wanted to look at him, it didn't phase him a bit - but he knew Trowa to be much more reserved in such things.
"I told you, we're the only people here," Trowa replied, smiling. "And before you ask, there are no sharks, jellyfish, or killer whales in the area."
"Good," Heero said. Trowa was half-treading water, bouncing gently against the sandy floor in order to float on the crest of each wave as it came. Heero followed suit, bobbing in slow motion, finding it oddly relaxing and... fun. He grinned at Trowa, who was smiling at him, and they continued for quite some time, enjoying the opportunity to just be together.
The cold eventually drove them back to the beach, where they flung themselves down on sun-baked beach towels and basked for a while. Heero lay face-down and just reveled in it all, feeling the sun's warmth all along his skin like some vital life-force being restored to him. He dozed for a while, and when he woke it was to find Trowa sitting up and watching him, a picnic basket by his side. They feasted on bread and cheese, apples and grapes, and then they swam again for a while. The sun was about an hour away from setting when the two boys packed up the last of the picnic food and headed back to the beach house. There was a shower near the foot of the stairs, and they each took turns rinsing off in the cold water before dashing up the stairs. Once inside, they hurried to dry off and change into the warm clothing Trowa had thoughtfully packed.
Heero waited to see what would come next. He had already noticed the lack of a television, computer or even radio. Trowa grinned at him, and showed him a plastic bag of white fluff and two wire coat hangers.
"Roasting marshmallows?" Heero asked, feeling an answering grin steal across his face. He'd never roasted marshmallows before, but Quatre had regaled them all with stories of his life as a Boy Scout (nobody had been surprised by the revelation), and Heero had secretly wondered what he'd been missing out on.
"That's not all," Trowa said enigmatically, and Heero willingly followed him back down to the beach again. The two worked quickly to dig a shallow pit in the sand and collect what driftwood they could find - the fire wouldn't last more than an hour or two, judging from what they'd been able to gather - and just as the sunset blazed across the sky, they lit the fire. For a long time they merely sat with their backs to the water and gazed up at the sky, marvelling silently at the magnificent show that had been put on just for them. Then they started roasting marshmallows.
There was a technique to it, Heero learned. His first marshmallow slid off into the fire, but he was careful after that. Trowa had unpacked the rest of the goodies, revealing graham crackers and chocolate bars. They both ate S'mores until they couldn't stand another bite, but by then the fire was dying down. The stars had come out, and the light of the quarter moon glimmered on the waves. For a long time there was nothing but the sound of the surf, the dying crackle of the fire, the chill sea breeze and the rolling, moon- silvered waves.
"Thank you," Heero said.
"You're welcome."
After the fire died, they buried it under a mound of sand and returned to the beach house deliciously tired, where they slept sweetly in each other's arms with the pounding ocean lulling them.
Oddly enough, it was Trowa who woke first. He carefully wormed his way out of Heero's arms and padded over to the Jacuzzi and started filling it with water. By the time he turned to start pulling up the blinds on the huge windows, Heero was sitting up in bed, his hair stuck out at all angles.
"Good morning," Trowa said.
"Good morning," Heero replied, smiling at him, and he slid out of the bed to give Trowa a kiss, completely unabashed. The very thought of sitting in the Jacuzzi made him shiver in anticipation, and he knew that Trowa was probably very well aware that he'd been all but drooling over the prospect since they'd arrived.
Trowa smiled, and as soon as the tub was filled they both climbed in. Heero threw his head back, groaning in pure hedonistic pleasure as the jets of water pounded at him, and Trowa smiled.
"Watch," he said, and Heero opened his eyes in time to see the first blood-red rays of dawn tinting the sky. In all his best dreams, he had never conjured anything so perfect, so absolutely, flawlessly right, as sitting here with Trowa, watching the sun rise together.
He never wanted to leave.
The sun was just rising when Trowa reached out for him, stroking him under the water, and Heero cried out in surprise and need and longing. He turned, and as they kissed their hands moved under the water, touching each other, pleasuring each other as if for the first time, and it was so beautiful it made Heero's heart ache.
"I love you," Heero whispered, gazing up at Trowa through water-spiky eyelashes, his eyes mellow and loving, unshuttered in a way Trowa had seldom seen.
"I love you, too," Trowa replied.
They stayed in the tub until the water started to cool and their hands and feet were wrinkly and water-logged, and then they dressed in loose trousers and old sweatshirts, and broke their fast on bread with cheese and scrambled eggs. Then they went out to the beach again, and walked along the sandy stretch together, hand-in-hand as they so rarely had opportunity to do. There were a series of black rocks jutting out of the sand, and just before they came to these they saw a group of Sandpipers eating, flitting forward as each wave retreated and running back just as quickly to avoid the water as the next wave rushed forward.
Heero laughed.
They saw tiny little sand crabs as well, and picked up a handful of shells. Heero found a green piece of seaglass, sanded rough by the action of the waves before the ocean had tossed it onto the beach to be found. The misty color appealed to him, reminding him of Trowa's eyes when he had just awakened after a night of passion. He said so, and Trowa laughed, and hugged him.
That afternoon, they fished with the poles that had been left in the house's utility closet, and that evening they had fresh fish for dinner along with the last of the bread and grapes. They watched the sunset again, but since they had no more wood for a fire, they had to settle for lighting the gas logs in the house. They didn't smell like a real fire, and the flames didn't put out as much heat... but it was still perfect for lounging in front of the fireplace, kissing and touching and tasting, relearning each other's bodies after the long drought. As they lay together afterward, their limbs entwined, Heero vowed to himself that he would never allow work to come between them again, never risk losing this again.
"You are precious to me," he whispered to a sleeping Trowa, and Trowa smiled and held him closer.
When the time came for them to leave, they packed silently, with a great deal of regret.
"This is the most wonderful thing anyone's ever done for me," Heero said as they stowed their belongings in the boat. "I'll never forget this, Trowa."
"Heero..."
"You've given me a wonderful gift."
"You give me a wonderful gift, every day we're together," Trowa said, and Heero hugged him fiercely.
"I'll never let my work take over like that again," he said gruffly, burying his face in the crook of Trowa's neck.
"Yes, you will. And I'll kidnap you again."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"What if you're the one that gets caught up in other things?"
"Then, you'll have to kidnap me."
The two of them smiled at each other, and reluctantly bid farewell to the little beach house, knowing that the memories of the holiday would be theirs to cherish; each of them was already planning what to do next time.
The End
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Yoiko
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