Author's Note: This fits with chapters forty and forty one of Witness.
Diary of a Protected Witness Part 30
Romance
Dear Diary:
Well, the welcome I got from Cathy was almost as warm as Howie's was. She just about hugged the daylights out of me!
And wasn't that a far cry from our first meeting, when judging by the fire in her eyes, I thought she might like to use me for knife practice. Ah, yeah. She was a bit protective of Trowa, and she did not take to me at first.
How she could tell I was high, I never did find out. But she knew. And she just about threw me out of the circus tent where she'd caught me making out with a guy she loved like a brother.
Damn, the girl could cuss!
But this time she was all sweetness and light--ogling Heero until I made sure she knew he was mine, and then ogling Wufei right afterwards.
Hm--there was potential there. I was kinda hoping if she distracted Chang with her womanly wiles, I might snag some more quality time with my hot, blue-eyed detective. Yum!
Actually, as part of that quality time, I was hoping to find out a little more about 'Ro. When he'd been settling me down after the latest Chang/Maxwell bout, he'd promised we'd do some talking. And it sounded like a pretty good idea.
I mean, he knew all kinds of shit about me, and I didn't even know where he grew up, or why he decided to be a cop. Granted, he'd said the same about me--that he didn't know my favorite color or anything. But seriously, he'd read my rap sheet; he knew a hell of a lot more than I'd learned in trade! During our stay in that fleabag motel, I'd even 'fessed up to having been so awestruck by our first meeting that I'd used the memory as an anchor, every time I was tempted to try whoring. I mean, shit. How much more gut-spilling could I do?
Guess I'd find out--when 'Ro and I grabbed some "alone" time.
I was a bit torn on that. While it'd be nice to get to know more about each other--I really liked the mind-blowing sex, too. I hoped he didn't try to use up all our making out time on idle chit-chat, y'know?
By supper time, I was starting to see hints of attraction between Cathy and Wufei that promised to be a wonderful distraction for the uptight Chinese detective. He seriously needed to get laid. Maybe that'd dislodge the stick up his ass, hm?
But I about busted a gut when Cathy asked if he worked at The Jungle!
Way to go Cath! She couldn't have insulted him any better--implying he might be gay and a stripper all in one breath! If I'da said something like that, he'd have finished the job for Khushrenada right then and there.
But Cathy totally got away with it! A little blushing and flustered apologizing, and Chang was once again putty in her hands.
Damned female wiles!
Maybe she could teach me that trick some day.
Anyhow...another piece of my life fell into place when Heero took me out walking after dinner, and we got back to hear that Trowa had called and left word he and Quat were okay.
I can't describe the relief that went through me. It was almost as profound as the time Quatre told me the orphans hadn't been home when the place exploded. My knees almost went weak.
And after that revelation, I was even able to enjoy the movie we hung out and watched.
Good thing, too, since Yuy decided to grill me right afterwards. Once a cop; always a cop.
Oh, he lulled me into a false sense of security first by telling me about his childhood and how he ended up being a detective and all. But then he made me rip my guts out and talk about my time on the streets, and in the orphanage...how I was turned out by every foster home that ever tried me on for size. He asked about the rape, and I had to dig through that shitpile of memories, too.
And this was a guy who'd said he loved me? I'd hate to have seen how he'd treat someone he hated.
Anyhow--somehow in that whole damned conversation, he even got me to tell him that I'd been planning to lay low for awhile until I could slip back into Sanc and kill Treize some dark night.
Jesus, the guy could drag stuff out of me that even Father Maxwell couldn't have gotten in the damned confessional!
"Didn't mean to lose my heart, though," came out before I could stop it.
"Have you?"
Well, that surprised me a bit. I thought he knew.
"But you haven't--said it."
Shit. He wanted to hear the words!
I almost told him to just go back to Howard's and read the damned note. Maybe I could tell him in writing what I couldn't bring myself to say out loud.
"It's not that I don't feel it--just--" Damn. I couldn't even force it past my throat.
"Stop trying to explain. You don't owe me explanations."
God, wasn't that just a kick in the head? Of course I owed him--my life--my heart--and pretty much anything else he wanted from me. I tried, in a roundabout way, to explain that I felt kind of jinxed when it came to saying certain things to people. And he seemed to sort of understand.
Then he proceeded to drag a promise out of me to stay off drugs no matter what happened down the road. Even if he died saving me, or I ended up in relocation and never got to see him again, he wanted my word that I wouldn't poison myself with drugs again.
I never could say "no" to him...not when it came right down to it. I gave him my word, and then asked for something in return; I asked him to make me really happy "right here and now."
And y'know what? I don't think he was very good at saying "no," either--because he did. Make me happy, that is. Right then and there.
Well, actually, it was back in my room. And it took us quite a while to work our way there, since he kept pressing me up against the wall for some serious kissing and groping.
Then the bastard completely fried my circuits by offering to bottom.
I gotta tell you, he almost made me lose it right there in the hallway when he made the suggestion. I actually had to push him back so I could catch my breath and put a hand to my crotch to concentrate on holding off an impending embarrassment.
I looked up to see a cross between confusion and amusement on his face.
"Problem?" he asked with a smirk.
"Don't fuckin' ask if I wanna do you until you scream, an' not expect a reaction, Yuy," I rasped out hoarsely. God, who knew he had such a dirty mind?
"You find the idea that exciting?" he teased.
Two could play at this game.
I looked up from under my lashes, sure he could see the lust burning in my eyes. "Do I find the idea of shoving my hard, aching cock into that hot, tight ass of yours exciting--?"
His pupils dilated, and a groan escaped his lips--then he grabbed me and all but dragged me to my room, flinging open the door and shoving me inside. "Get the fuck out of those clothes!" he ordered, closing and locking the door so fast I hadn't even finished stumbling to the bed.
It became a contest after that. Remember when I said I could just about make Zechs come if I said the right things with the right inflection? Well, 'Ro and I tried doing that to each other. And it was about the fuckin' hottest thing ever!
"You ever bottom before?" I demanded, even as I was tossing my clothes aside and reaching for his belt.
"Never wanted to," he answered, yanking it impatiently off through the loops.
I groaned aloud at the thought. He was gonna be so damned tight--
He ground up against me, as if totally aware of what was running through my head, and I gasped and pulled back. "Shit, Yuy--not so fast!"
"What? Can't handle a little teasing?" he crooned, taking my erection and slipping it between his thighs as he pressed us together. "Gonna lose it before you even get inside me?"
"Oh, fuck you!" I blurted.
"That's what I told you to do," came the husky response.
Dammit--he had an answer for everything tonight!
He spun us around so his back was to the bed, and just let himself flop onto it bonelessly, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat and his erection standing proudly at attention. "C'mon, Maxwell! Put up or shut up."
Even as my cock twitched in anticipation, I smirked evilly at him. "Want me to put my money where my mouth is--or my mouth where your dick is?"
His mouth opened in a round "o" of realization, even as I dropped to my knees on the edge of the bed and swallowed him whole.
His entire body jerked in reaction, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming so loud Chang and Cathy would have had to hear it.
"Mmm--D-Duo--!" he whined, squirming at my determined ministrations.
I paused and grinned around my mouthful. "Too much for you?"
In answer, he thrust up with his hips, forcing himself in deeper than before, and nearly making me choke before I got past the gag reflex and just swallowed around him. He let out a muffled moan, and I glanced up to see his forearm across his mouth.
I pulled off him and grabbed the tube of lube I'd taken from my pocket, back when I was setting a speed record for undressing. "Nice try," I taunted, running my tongue over the tip of his erection as I slicked up a couple of fingers. "But ultimately futile."
I went down on him again, and at the same time slid a finger in, aiming for his sweet spot.
He arched up immediately, throwing both arms out to grip the comforter on either side, as his mouth opened in a silent scream.
Aw, c'mon--let it out!
I knew he was trying to keep the noise level down for our uptight neighbors--but I really wanted to make him scream with pleasure. So I went for broke--easing a second finger in and working the tight --oh, so very tight-- ring of muscle. And then I went for that spot again and at the same time took him in deep and hummed.
"Jesus Christ!" he rasped, turning his face sideways into the pillow and letting out an inarticulate cry of ecstasy as he came.
I almost came with him; again, it's a really heady feeling to make a guy lose control like that. But I savored the moment, keeping my attention focused on his taste and smell and the feel of him around my fingers.
"Not fair," he panted, looking a bit glassy-eyed as he raised his head and tried to glare at me.
I grinned unrepentantly. "Sue me."
By the time I'd worked up to three fingers inside him, his arousal seemed to be waking again--and mine was about to kill me if it didn't get some relief. But he'd never done this before, and I was damned if I'd take a chance on rushing things. I wanted him to enjoy it.
"Gonna fuck me any time soon?" he asked a bit snidely.
I was tempted to take the bait--but I saw the slight tension in his face, and just about melted. Fuck, but he was nervous!
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you," I said, giving him a warm smile. "But not 'til you're ready, lover."
He rocked his hips against my fingers. "Any time you are."
Aw--he was bluffing for all he was worth--trying not to show his unease. How fuckin' cute!
I must've used the whole damned tube of lube, determined to make this as pleasurable for him as possible. And then I replaced my fingers with the tip of my cock, hissing in pleasure as I breeched the tight ring.
He tensed a little and I backed off--just staying still and giving him time to adjust.
"Fuck 'Ro--you are so tight. Y'sure you want to--?"
"Dammit yes!" he growled, in that ever-so sexy way that always gave me goose bumps. "I want you inside me--I want to feel you every way I can. You said I was yours--now prove it! Take what belongs to you!"
When did I--? Oh, right! When I introduced him to Cathy as "Mine!"
So I did as he asked, slowly sheathing myself the rest of the way, and leaning in to kiss him deeply and thoroughly. "Mine!" I whispered in his ear. "You, Heero Yuy, are all mine. And I'm yours." I shifted my weight a little pulling back and thrusting gently. "You good with this?"
"More than good," he insisted, and I could see the rush of pleasure in his eyes as he got used to the feeling of being filled and began to enjoy it.
Damn, but he was the perfect boyfriend--sexy, dominant, and yet versatile. He made me feel like we were made for each other--like we just fit perfectly. It didn't matter who was on top when we both were so totally blown away by the sensations.
"Faster," he ground out, interrupting my momentary lapse of concentration. "Harder!"
"Isn't that my line?" I teased, before giving him exactly what he'd asked for.
In case you have any doubts, sex is a very good way to forget about your problems. I forgot about Khushrenada, the murder, the fact that thugs were out there hunting for us. Hell, for awhile there, I probably couldn't have told you my damned name!
Heero Yuy was better than any drug I'd ever tried, and it was an addiction I didn't plan on getting over.
OWARI
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