(Roleplaying session) Shower scene
Pairing: 3x1
Players: no_utopia as Trowa, la_gleep as Heero
Setting: AC 195, at the moon base
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, violence, very dark
Comments: I know that it might be a bit avant garde posting roleplaying sessions here, since RPGs usually require having kept up with that RPG from the start to keep up. But this is a one-shot RPG, just me and Utopia playing around with what could have happened between the scenes in the anime, at the moon base. Think of it as a fic, only with two writers. The warnings are a bit sparse, I know, but I don't want to ruin the surprise twists and turns in this one. You have to remember we kept surprising each other when writing this, as neither could predict what the other character would do. :)
Heero: Heero had never expected a lot from life. But even in his strict, deprived upbringing, he realized, he had come to depend on certain comforts that he'd taken for granted. One of these things were being allowed to shower when you wanted to. He had gone two days now without being allowed to even wash. The Oz prison cells didn't have that kind of installations. If he hadn't been taken for a ride on the Vayate, he thought he probably wouldn't have gotten to use a shower today either. It was a leniency extended to him only for his cooperation and because they expected he might have exerted himself in the test piloting. As if.
Even so, he wasn't about to refuse a shower when offered one. Even if it meant he had to have a guard watching him the whole time to make sure he didn't try something. He couldn't quite decide if it was a good or a bad thing that that guard was Trowa.
It wasn't that he was shy. He didn't care if strangers saw him naked. And it wasn't like Trowa hadn't before anyway, while he was unconscious in the other pilot’s care. It seemed like a lifetime ago. No, he hadn't thought he'd have any reservations whatsoever about it anyway, until he found himself in the small room with a couple of showers and a bench for changing clothes.
He hesitated for a few seconds, waiting for an order to undress before he decided it was implicitly suggested that he should do so without having to be told to. It was their purpose for his stop on the way back to the cell, after all.
So he obediently stepped out of the shoes, tugging at the socks to join the shoes on the floor beside the bench. The tank top ended up in a heap on top of the bench, the Spandex soon joining it. He didn't use any underwear, so that was the extent of his clothing. He was standing with his back halfway turned towards Trowa, he realized, as if modest. Yet he couldn't seem to make himself turn around to contradict that thought. He glanced over his shoulder.
“Soap?” he requested in a flat voice.
Trowa: Trowa watched because he figured Heero wouldn't get embarrassed. And because he figured Heero knew he could trust him. So what if he'd sneaked a peak or two when he was dressing his wounds? That was natural, wasn't it. And he did have to guard him. Shame he kept his back to him like that, so he couldn't see the whole show.
"Soap?" Heero said.
"In the shower, there should be a tray with some on."
Heero: Without responding - there was no need to - he simply stepped into the shower, pressing the button to turn on the water, not bothering to move aside from the inevitable first gush of cold water before the temperature settled on more humane level. He shuddered faintly, but that was the only sign of discomfort he showed.
Bending his head forwards to let the water flatten his unruly hair, he reached without looking for the shelf Trowa had referred to, finding something that appeared to be shower gel. No one had ever told him that it supposedly wasn't good for his hair to use the same kind of soap you used for the rest of your body.
He squeezed out a generous amount in one hand, lathering his hair first, then efficiently proceeding downwards, not missing a spot. He wanted it to last, wanted to stretch out this moment of standing underneath the spray of hot water, but he wasn't sure Trowa would allow it, so he did as he was taught, leaving little room for personal enjoyment. About when he'd gotten down to his waist he couldn't help himself from stealing a sideways glance at the other boy, to see if he was still watching. For a moment his face bore a guilty expression as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
Trowa: Trowa watched him while he showered. Duo was right. He was inhuman. That water felt like ice on the first spray. But that little shudder... Trowa watched the gooseflesh rise on his back and buttocks. One involuntary action he apparently hadn't learned to control. The water steamed as it heated up and he grabbed the shower gel to lather his hair. Trowa contented himself with imaging tracing his hands down the suds as they fell down his back... Heero looked back at him and he barely had time to keep the leer from his face.
He noticed shampoo in the other cubicle and grabbed it.
"Here," he said, standing even closer to Heero's cubicle. "Use that on your hair."
He put a hand on Heero's shoulder and turned him slightly to face him to hand him the bottle.
Heero: He had just been glaring straight ahead into the wall, intent on not slipping up again, as he heard a voice and felt a head on his shoulder turning him around. Glancing skeptically at the bottle, he then looked the other boy straight in the eye.
“Why? Is there something wrong with the soap?” If it was good enough for washing the skin, it had to suffice to clean the hair too, right?
He was left standing just outside the warming circle of descending water, half his body covered in lather, suddenly feeling a bit cold and exposed, the goose-flesh returning. Glancing quickly down at Trowa’s uniform, already stained in a few places by the water, he casually pointed out. “You'll get wet.”
Trowa: Trowa smirked. He'd get wet. How could Heero not even be a little bit outraged? He bet if he shoved him against the wall and kissed him, he'd just casually point out that he was male.
"You'll feel cleaner with the shampoo," he said. "Come on, enjoy the little luxuries. Who knows when you'll get to shower again?"
Trowa glanced down in way too obvious a way. He wondered... He dropped the shampoo and grabbed Heero's wrists.
"What would you do if I told you I wanted to fuck you, Heero?" he said.
Heero: He still looked a bit skeptical, as if he found Trowa’s statement dubious, but he didn't protest, but reached out for the bottle of shampoo. Sure, whatever. He still wasn't clear on what the difference between shampoo and shower gel was, but he'd just take Trowa’s word for it this time. Because despite the situation they were in, he did trust the other pilot. It had been a strange thing when he had first realized that he did, since he wasn't usually inclined to trust people, but it was what his gut instinct told him. And he'd decided to rely on that when he had little else to go by.
He never managed to retain hold of the bottle before it fell to the slippery floor with a clatter and Trowa grabbed hold of his wrists instead. Not so hard that he'd have had any problem wrenching himself free - but he didn't. Instead he just stared a bit incredulously at the other boy, speechless for several moments, eyes wide.
Then, finally: “Now...?”
Trowa: "Yes, now."
He pressed up against Heero, finally pushed him back against the wall. He was so hard all of a sudden. Damn Heero... Absolutely clueless. The shower was soaking his back but that hardly mattered. He kissed Heero roughly, grinding his erection into him.
Heero: He wasn't left much time to object, or otherwise speak at all before he was pressed up against the wall. The first thing that went through his mind was that by now Trowa’s uniform would be soaking wet and it seemed impractical. Then all sorts of interesting things happened. A mouth was covering his, tongue ungently probing into his mouth. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined kissing would be. Not that he had really known exactly what should be involved other than lips touching, but this... He wasn't prepared at all. It was mostly a mechanism of self-defence when he responded by trying to wrestle the intruding tongue out from his mouth, with his own.
And then there was the decidedly hard limb he could feel through the wet cloth, grinding against his unprotected crotch. He had expected the discomfort of the rough cloth chafing against the skin, but what he hadn't expected was the warm, tingling feeling coming from his groin and the response he couldn't help in himself. It felt good and he wasn't sure he was allowed to feel good like that, wasn't sure that doing this was okay. That he should be wanting it. Did he even? He was too shocked and confused to make up his mind right away about that.
Clutching at Trowa’s hips, he wasn't so much pushing the other boy away as holding him steady, allowing him to move in smaller, more deliberate circles in a way that was more pleasant to him who had no clothing to protect him from the rough friction.
Trowa: Trowa smiled into the kiss when Heero grabbed his hips. It probably hurt, OZ Uniforms weren't particularly soft, even wet. Best to unzip the trousers then and press his bare cock against Heero's. He grabbed Heero's thighs and lifted them up, ushering Heero to wrap them around his waist.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Trowa said.
Heero: He didn't complain when his legs were lifted up either, although he had to fumble around for a balance for a moment before he managed to encircle Trowa’s lean waists with strong thighs, holding onto the other boy with an iron grip that most people would probably have considered a bit suffocating. He wasn't about to slide down and hurt himself on the hard stone tiles. And Trowa had better be standing steadily.
Was this the way it was supposed to be done? He quite frankly had never considered having sex with another guy before, but now it seemed like it was all the same anyway. The purpose was still to get off, right? He just wasn't entirely sure how he should go about that. He'd been jerking off at times, of course, but what was he supposed to do now? Ask Trowa to touch him, or just let the other one have his way?
Arms wrapped around Trowa’s neck, he met his guard’s gaze fearlessly, but with a hint of uncertainty showing in his eyes. “Why? Why me?” It might seem like the wrong question at a time like this, it was just that he couldn't make sense of it. Why not a girl? Why not someone else, someone beautiful like Wufei, or someone sweeter, like Quatre? He couldn't imagine why anyone would want him.
Trowa: God, Heero...
Had to ask something like that at a time like this. Trowa was tempted to just thrust in and shut him up.
"'Cause... You're you. Strongest, best pilot... And look at you now."
Without waiting for Heero's reaction, without even preparing him, Trowa pushed his cock inside him. The muscle resisted but he was way too hard with Heero's wet naked body and way too worked up for the slight tug to matter.
Heero: He still looked uncertain, not understanding the other boy’s reasons for wanting him. He was way too naïve yet in these matters to even contemplate the possibility that Trowa might not want him specifically, but might have said those things just to score with him. He took whatever the taller pilot said at face value.
Of course, he couldn't exactly look at himself, he didn't even try. It'd look stupid. Trying to make sense of the words, he frowned, responding: “Did you figure It'd make you even stronger if you could possess me?”
The ungentle thrust inside of him, with no preparation, made him hiss, as much in surprise as in pain. Because it did hurt, burn inside in a strange manner. It wasn't so much the magnitude of the pain as the fact that he felt like something was bursting, and it made him afraid, wondering what was happening to him. He'd never received any education on what could happen to your body if someone split your rectum, although he could wager a guess and he didn't much like it.
His fingertips dug down deep into Trowa’s back, his erection fading a bit from the sudden abuse. Was this the way it was supposed to be? A dark sneer crept into his face, a remarkable contrast to his previous innocent shock.
“Is this how you fuck women too?”
Trowa: Trowa bit into Heero's neck and thrust hard, it hurt him but nowhere near as hard as it was going to hurt Heero. The next thrust was a little easier, so maybe he had torn. It felt slippier in there.
"I haven't known too many women like you," he said. "Not any that I thought would have been able to take all of this."
He shoved Heero hard against the wall, as he took the next couple of thrusts. His body would ache all over, neck, back and ass.
Heero: The next thrust wasn't quite as bad as the first one, mostly because he was prepared this time, but it was nowhere near comfortable. Unless you were in it for the pain, he didn't quite see the point of this. Being on the receiving end, anyway. He supposed it was different being the one doing the thrusting. Maybe his acid remark had given the other boy a bit of a guilty conscience, because after that, Trowa was a bit more gentle with him. But then he was pressed hard against the wall, head slammed back against making him dizzy for a few moments. And there was nothing he could do except cling harder to his lover.
His eyes narrowed to slits, head lolled back and slightly to one side, as if he was a limp rag doll, he glanced at the other one. “You gonna stitch me up if I bleed?” he asked in a flat voice, in a bout of his rather harsh sense of humour.
He was still waiting for the part that'd make it worth the pain.
Trowa: "What? This is gonna tear you? I thought you could bend steel bars and fall sixty feet without dying."
Man, Heero's clenching body and all of this...
"The medics will be ready for it anyway. I know at least one soldier who's been dying for a piece of you since he got an eyeful of those tight little shorts."
He pressed tight against Heero as his vision turned to sparks. That salt sting had to be pretty uncomfortable, but Trowa held him fast so he couldn't wriggle back.
Heero: The open challenge almost made him snap back before thinking, getting into the defensive, before it dawned on him that he was just being baited. It took a second, before he retorted, actually managing a faint shrug from his position. “You tell me. You're the one with the experience here.”
His eyes actually widened at the lewd comment about the medics being ready for an incident like this. It wasn't so much that the Oz soldiers had been nurturing thoughts like that, as the realization that this most certainly was not a mutual benefit deal, but rather just another prison guard taking advantage. His eyes going cold with rage the added sting of the semen on the open wounds barely even distracting him as he got one of Trowa’s lower arms in an iron grip.
“You might want to give me a real good reason not to break your arm just about now. The medics are probably prepared for that too.”
Trowa: "Break it," Trowa said. "It's not going to get your virginity back."
Heero: He quirked his eyebrows at the odd response. It was every bit as cocky as He'd expected, but it seemed like a weird thing to say all the same.
“If I had cared about my virginity, do you think I'd have let you take it, like this?”
Legs sliding down until he stood on the floor again, never releasing the bruising grip on Trowa’s arm, he jerked it hard.
“This is the part where you show me the part where this gets good for me. Unless you'd rather I make you. I doubt they'll come looking for you any time soon, you probably told them to give you some privacy with me, so you could have your fun, right?”
Trowa: Trowa gritted his teeth against the grip on his arm. It felt not only like Heero could break his arm, but tear it right off at the hinge.
"No," Trowa said. "I told them to give me about twenty minutes. Should be almost up now."
He jerked his head toward the door. Heero could probably hear the footsteps getting closer.
Heero: Glancing at the door, hearing the footsteps too that proved Trowa wasn't lying about this, he nodded grimly, as if that settled it.
“In that case...” Switching his grip of the other boy’s arm just a few millimetres as if about to snap it, he promptly shot up one knee to connect hard with Trowa’s groin instead of breaking the arm. It wouldn't leave the other one unfit for further piloting so it was in no way endangering the mission, but it was unlikely that Trowa would feel up to screwing anyone against the wall anytime soon.
Then he took a step back, just waiting for the guards to arrive, knowing He'd receive a severe beating for this. He deemed it worth it.
-End
Players: no_utopia as Trowa, la_gleep as Heero
Setting: AC 195, at the moon base
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, lemon, violence, very dark
Comments: I know that it might be a bit avant garde posting roleplaying sessions here, since RPGs usually require having kept up with that RPG from the start to keep up. But this is a one-shot RPG, just me and Utopia playing around with what could have happened between the scenes in the anime, at the moon base. Think of it as a fic, only with two writers. The warnings are a bit sparse, I know, but I don't want to ruin the surprise twists and turns in this one. You have to remember we kept surprising each other when writing this, as neither could predict what the other character would do. :)
Heero: Heero had never expected a lot from life. But even in his strict, deprived upbringing, he realized, he had come to depend on certain comforts that he'd taken for granted. One of these things were being allowed to shower when you wanted to. He had gone two days now without being allowed to even wash. The Oz prison cells didn't have that kind of installations. If he hadn't been taken for a ride on the Vayate, he thought he probably wouldn't have gotten to use a shower today either. It was a leniency extended to him only for his cooperation and because they expected he might have exerted himself in the test piloting. As if.
Even so, he wasn't about to refuse a shower when offered one. Even if it meant he had to have a guard watching him the whole time to make sure he didn't try something. He couldn't quite decide if it was a good or a bad thing that that guard was Trowa.
It wasn't that he was shy. He didn't care if strangers saw him naked. And it wasn't like Trowa hadn't before anyway, while he was unconscious in the other pilot’s care. It seemed like a lifetime ago. No, he hadn't thought he'd have any reservations whatsoever about it anyway, until he found himself in the small room with a couple of showers and a bench for changing clothes.
He hesitated for a few seconds, waiting for an order to undress before he decided it was implicitly suggested that he should do so without having to be told to. It was their purpose for his stop on the way back to the cell, after all.
So he obediently stepped out of the shoes, tugging at the socks to join the shoes on the floor beside the bench. The tank top ended up in a heap on top of the bench, the Spandex soon joining it. He didn't use any underwear, so that was the extent of his clothing. He was standing with his back halfway turned towards Trowa, he realized, as if modest. Yet he couldn't seem to make himself turn around to contradict that thought. He glanced over his shoulder.
“Soap?” he requested in a flat voice.
Trowa: Trowa watched because he figured Heero wouldn't get embarrassed. And because he figured Heero knew he could trust him. So what if he'd sneaked a peak or two when he was dressing his wounds? That was natural, wasn't it. And he did have to guard him. Shame he kept his back to him like that, so he couldn't see the whole show.
"Soap?" Heero said.
"In the shower, there should be a tray with some on."
Heero: Without responding - there was no need to - he simply stepped into the shower, pressing the button to turn on the water, not bothering to move aside from the inevitable first gush of cold water before the temperature settled on more humane level. He shuddered faintly, but that was the only sign of discomfort he showed.
Bending his head forwards to let the water flatten his unruly hair, he reached without looking for the shelf Trowa had referred to, finding something that appeared to be shower gel. No one had ever told him that it supposedly wasn't good for his hair to use the same kind of soap you used for the rest of your body.
He squeezed out a generous amount in one hand, lathering his hair first, then efficiently proceeding downwards, not missing a spot. He wanted it to last, wanted to stretch out this moment of standing underneath the spray of hot water, but he wasn't sure Trowa would allow it, so he did as he was taught, leaving little room for personal enjoyment. About when he'd gotten down to his waist he couldn't help himself from stealing a sideways glance at the other boy, to see if he was still watching. For a moment his face bore a guilty expression as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
Trowa: Trowa watched him while he showered. Duo was right. He was inhuman. That water felt like ice on the first spray. But that little shudder... Trowa watched the gooseflesh rise on his back and buttocks. One involuntary action he apparently hadn't learned to control. The water steamed as it heated up and he grabbed the shower gel to lather his hair. Trowa contented himself with imaging tracing his hands down the suds as they fell down his back... Heero looked back at him and he barely had time to keep the leer from his face.
He noticed shampoo in the other cubicle and grabbed it.
"Here," he said, standing even closer to Heero's cubicle. "Use that on your hair."
He put a hand on Heero's shoulder and turned him slightly to face him to hand him the bottle.
Heero: He had just been glaring straight ahead into the wall, intent on not slipping up again, as he heard a voice and felt a head on his shoulder turning him around. Glancing skeptically at the bottle, he then looked the other boy straight in the eye.
“Why? Is there something wrong with the soap?” If it was good enough for washing the skin, it had to suffice to clean the hair too, right?
He was left standing just outside the warming circle of descending water, half his body covered in lather, suddenly feeling a bit cold and exposed, the goose-flesh returning. Glancing quickly down at Trowa’s uniform, already stained in a few places by the water, he casually pointed out. “You'll get wet.”
Trowa: Trowa smirked. He'd get wet. How could Heero not even be a little bit outraged? He bet if he shoved him against the wall and kissed him, he'd just casually point out that he was male.
"You'll feel cleaner with the shampoo," he said. "Come on, enjoy the little luxuries. Who knows when you'll get to shower again?"
Trowa glanced down in way too obvious a way. He wondered... He dropped the shampoo and grabbed Heero's wrists.
"What would you do if I told you I wanted to fuck you, Heero?" he said.
Heero: He still looked a bit skeptical, as if he found Trowa’s statement dubious, but he didn't protest, but reached out for the bottle of shampoo. Sure, whatever. He still wasn't clear on what the difference between shampoo and shower gel was, but he'd just take Trowa’s word for it this time. Because despite the situation they were in, he did trust the other pilot. It had been a strange thing when he had first realized that he did, since he wasn't usually inclined to trust people, but it was what his gut instinct told him. And he'd decided to rely on that when he had little else to go by.
He never managed to retain hold of the bottle before it fell to the slippery floor with a clatter and Trowa grabbed hold of his wrists instead. Not so hard that he'd have had any problem wrenching himself free - but he didn't. Instead he just stared a bit incredulously at the other boy, speechless for several moments, eyes wide.
Then, finally: “Now...?”
Trowa: "Yes, now."
He pressed up against Heero, finally pushed him back against the wall. He was so hard all of a sudden. Damn Heero... Absolutely clueless. The shower was soaking his back but that hardly mattered. He kissed Heero roughly, grinding his erection into him.
Heero: He wasn't left much time to object, or otherwise speak at all before he was pressed up against the wall. The first thing that went through his mind was that by now Trowa’s uniform would be soaking wet and it seemed impractical. Then all sorts of interesting things happened. A mouth was covering his, tongue ungently probing into his mouth. It wasn't anything like he'd imagined kissing would be. Not that he had really known exactly what should be involved other than lips touching, but this... He wasn't prepared at all. It was mostly a mechanism of self-defence when he responded by trying to wrestle the intruding tongue out from his mouth, with his own.
And then there was the decidedly hard limb he could feel through the wet cloth, grinding against his unprotected crotch. He had expected the discomfort of the rough cloth chafing against the skin, but what he hadn't expected was the warm, tingling feeling coming from his groin and the response he couldn't help in himself. It felt good and he wasn't sure he was allowed to feel good like that, wasn't sure that doing this was okay. That he should be wanting it. Did he even? He was too shocked and confused to make up his mind right away about that.
Clutching at Trowa’s hips, he wasn't so much pushing the other boy away as holding him steady, allowing him to move in smaller, more deliberate circles in a way that was more pleasant to him who had no clothing to protect him from the rough friction.
Trowa: Trowa smiled into the kiss when Heero grabbed his hips. It probably hurt, OZ Uniforms weren't particularly soft, even wet. Best to unzip the trousers then and press his bare cock against Heero's. He grabbed Heero's thighs and lifted them up, ushering Heero to wrap them around his waist.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Trowa said.
Heero: He didn't complain when his legs were lifted up either, although he had to fumble around for a balance for a moment before he managed to encircle Trowa’s lean waists with strong thighs, holding onto the other boy with an iron grip that most people would probably have considered a bit suffocating. He wasn't about to slide down and hurt himself on the hard stone tiles. And Trowa had better be standing steadily.
Was this the way it was supposed to be done? He quite frankly had never considered having sex with another guy before, but now it seemed like it was all the same anyway. The purpose was still to get off, right? He just wasn't entirely sure how he should go about that. He'd been jerking off at times, of course, but what was he supposed to do now? Ask Trowa to touch him, or just let the other one have his way?
Arms wrapped around Trowa’s neck, he met his guard’s gaze fearlessly, but with a hint of uncertainty showing in his eyes. “Why? Why me?” It might seem like the wrong question at a time like this, it was just that he couldn't make sense of it. Why not a girl? Why not someone else, someone beautiful like Wufei, or someone sweeter, like Quatre? He couldn't imagine why anyone would want him.
Trowa: God, Heero...
Had to ask something like that at a time like this. Trowa was tempted to just thrust in and shut him up.
"'Cause... You're you. Strongest, best pilot... And look at you now."
Without waiting for Heero's reaction, without even preparing him, Trowa pushed his cock inside him. The muscle resisted but he was way too hard with Heero's wet naked body and way too worked up for the slight tug to matter.
Heero: He still looked uncertain, not understanding the other boy’s reasons for wanting him. He was way too naïve yet in these matters to even contemplate the possibility that Trowa might not want him specifically, but might have said those things just to score with him. He took whatever the taller pilot said at face value.
Of course, he couldn't exactly look at himself, he didn't even try. It'd look stupid. Trying to make sense of the words, he frowned, responding: “Did you figure It'd make you even stronger if you could possess me?”
The ungentle thrust inside of him, with no preparation, made him hiss, as much in surprise as in pain. Because it did hurt, burn inside in a strange manner. It wasn't so much the magnitude of the pain as the fact that he felt like something was bursting, and it made him afraid, wondering what was happening to him. He'd never received any education on what could happen to your body if someone split your rectum, although he could wager a guess and he didn't much like it.
His fingertips dug down deep into Trowa’s back, his erection fading a bit from the sudden abuse. Was this the way it was supposed to be? A dark sneer crept into his face, a remarkable contrast to his previous innocent shock.
“Is this how you fuck women too?”
Trowa: Trowa bit into Heero's neck and thrust hard, it hurt him but nowhere near as hard as it was going to hurt Heero. The next thrust was a little easier, so maybe he had torn. It felt slippier in there.
"I haven't known too many women like you," he said. "Not any that I thought would have been able to take all of this."
He shoved Heero hard against the wall, as he took the next couple of thrusts. His body would ache all over, neck, back and ass.
Heero: The next thrust wasn't quite as bad as the first one, mostly because he was prepared this time, but it was nowhere near comfortable. Unless you were in it for the pain, he didn't quite see the point of this. Being on the receiving end, anyway. He supposed it was different being the one doing the thrusting. Maybe his acid remark had given the other boy a bit of a guilty conscience, because after that, Trowa was a bit more gentle with him. But then he was pressed hard against the wall, head slammed back against making him dizzy for a few moments. And there was nothing he could do except cling harder to his lover.
His eyes narrowed to slits, head lolled back and slightly to one side, as if he was a limp rag doll, he glanced at the other one. “You gonna stitch me up if I bleed?” he asked in a flat voice, in a bout of his rather harsh sense of humour.
He was still waiting for the part that'd make it worth the pain.
Trowa: "What? This is gonna tear you? I thought you could bend steel bars and fall sixty feet without dying."
Man, Heero's clenching body and all of this...
"The medics will be ready for it anyway. I know at least one soldier who's been dying for a piece of you since he got an eyeful of those tight little shorts."
He pressed tight against Heero as his vision turned to sparks. That salt sting had to be pretty uncomfortable, but Trowa held him fast so he couldn't wriggle back.
Heero: The open challenge almost made him snap back before thinking, getting into the defensive, before it dawned on him that he was just being baited. It took a second, before he retorted, actually managing a faint shrug from his position. “You tell me. You're the one with the experience here.”
His eyes actually widened at the lewd comment about the medics being ready for an incident like this. It wasn't so much that the Oz soldiers had been nurturing thoughts like that, as the realization that this most certainly was not a mutual benefit deal, but rather just another prison guard taking advantage. His eyes going cold with rage the added sting of the semen on the open wounds barely even distracting him as he got one of Trowa’s lower arms in an iron grip.
“You might want to give me a real good reason not to break your arm just about now. The medics are probably prepared for that too.”
Trowa: "Break it," Trowa said. "It's not going to get your virginity back."
Heero: He quirked his eyebrows at the odd response. It was every bit as cocky as He'd expected, but it seemed like a weird thing to say all the same.
“If I had cared about my virginity, do you think I'd have let you take it, like this?”
Legs sliding down until he stood on the floor again, never releasing the bruising grip on Trowa’s arm, he jerked it hard.
“This is the part where you show me the part where this gets good for me. Unless you'd rather I make you. I doubt they'll come looking for you any time soon, you probably told them to give you some privacy with me, so you could have your fun, right?”
Trowa: Trowa gritted his teeth against the grip on his arm. It felt not only like Heero could break his arm, but tear it right off at the hinge.
"No," Trowa said. "I told them to give me about twenty minutes. Should be almost up now."
He jerked his head toward the door. Heero could probably hear the footsteps getting closer.
Heero: Glancing at the door, hearing the footsteps too that proved Trowa wasn't lying about this, he nodded grimly, as if that settled it.
“In that case...” Switching his grip of the other boy’s arm just a few millimetres as if about to snap it, he promptly shot up one knee to connect hard with Trowa’s groin instead of breaking the arm. It wouldn't leave the other one unfit for further piloting so it was in no way endangering the mission, but it was unlikely that Trowa would feel up to screwing anyone against the wall anytime soon.
Then he took a step back, just waiting for the guards to arrive, knowing He'd receive a severe beating for this. He deemed it worth it.
-End