Title: Truth, Lies and Everything In-between (Part 4)

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=== - flashback

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"In my life there's been heartache and pain.
I don't know if I can face it again.
Can't stop now,
I've traveled so far,
To change this lonely life.
I want to know what love is.
I want you to show me.
I want to feel what love is.
I know you can show me."
--I Wanna Know What Love Is, Foreigner

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Trowa walked through the parking lot, getting drenched from the pouring rain, heading for his apartment. He checked his watch real quick as he did so. 'Five-thirty. Good plenty of time to get ready, and head over to Heero's.' Trowa thought.

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Trowa walked through his, neat and tidy, apartment heading straight for his bedroom. He opened his closet door, rummaging through it for an outfit for his 'date'. 'Date. Heero is too much. Since when did we go out on dates?...' Trowa began to think about his and Heero's relationship. They never really went out on dates. Not actual dates anyway, just get togethers at one another's apartment.

Trowa knew Heero from High school. Well, not really. He knew who Heero was, but never actual talked to him. Hell, he didn't talk to anyone really. Trowa was always a loner. Heero was sort of the man around campus; the hotshot athlete that everyone wanted to know. But, to Trowa, Heero never seemed to want to be that person. He never really smiled or talked to the people talking to him. He just nodded and seemed to hope they would just go away, but they never did.

It wasn't until years later that Trowa and Heero really began to get to know each. Six years after they graduated (three years ago) the two met again, on one of the darkest days of Trowa's life.

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Trowa eyed the Scotch that lay in his shot glass. He had already had six shots and was getting a little tipsy. He wasn't quite sure how many more he could have before he passed out. Shrugging off the feeling Trowa took the liquor and quickly drank it. As he was placing the shot glass on the bar he saw someone sit in the stool next to him. Trowa was only glancing out of the corner of his eye, not really paying attention to who it was.

Trowa began to think about the day's events. His target almost got away. Trowa had to risk being seen to chase after him. Luckily he hadn't been seen, and the job was completed. Trowa was lucky, this time. But what about next time? What if next time he failed, what then? His boss would probably kill him, or the cops would get him. Either way he didn't like the out come.

Trowa began thinking about killing himself. 'That would probably be easier.' Trowa thought. 'I have no family anyway. So if I died there would be no one to care. My boss could just get someone else to do his dirty work. Men like me can be molded at any age.' Trowa shrugged off the idea, it was probably just the liquor talking. He would just have to be more careful next time. Trowa sighed loudly, and made a quick glance to the right. He blinked at who he saw; a person he recognized right away. Heero, Heero Yuy, from High school, was staring at him.

Trowa quickly leaned back, a frown emerging on his lips. Heero also leaned back, his eyes still locked with Trowa's. Trowa studied the other man. The years had been kind to him. He tanned a bit more since High school. He seemed a bit taller too, but not much. Heero was dressed in a light gray suit with a black tie loosely hanging from his neck.

"Yes, can I help you?" Trowa asked in the coldest tone he could muster, being as drunk as he was.

"Maybe. I was just wondering what someone like was doing in a place like this?" Heero waved his hand at the very dirty surroundings. (This wasn't the best bar in town.) Trowa blinked, and frowned even more at Heero's statement. It sounded like a pick up line to him. But why would someone like Heero, or like he used to be, hit on someone like Trowa?

"Eh?"

"I was wondering what a beautiful person, like yourself, was doing in a cheap bar like this?" Trowa stared for the longest time. His brain, blurred with alcohol, was just not getting it. It took almost another two minutes for Trowa to respond.

"If I didn't know better..." Trowa paused, trying to gather the right words, "...I would say you were hitting on me..." Trowa almost fell out of the chair when he heard Heero laugh. Through out all of High school he never remembered hearing him laugh.

"Well, I guess that *was* my intent."

"Oh...well, I'm not in the mood to be 'picked up'."

"Oh?" Heero turned to face Trowa completely. "And why is that?" Trowa sighed as he began rubbing the edge of the glass with his index finger.

"Nothing I would want to share."

"I see." The two fell silent for what seemed like a long time. Heero just stared at the Trowa, while Trowa played with his glass. As the bartender walked by Trowa ordered another shot of Scotch, but Heero stopped him by saying, "I think he's had enough." Trowa was about to protest when Heero pulled him to his feet. He really didn't have time to think. Heero had thrown some money on the bar, giving the bartender a generous tip, as he began dragging Trowa towards the door.

As the two reached Baranca Street, Trowa pulled them to a stop. "Where do you think you are taking me?" Trowa slurred.

"To my place you are in no condition to drive home. And I'm just down the street."

"I don't think so." Trowa spat. "I got things to do in the morning." That was a lie, but Trowa really didn't want to go anywhere and definitely not with someone he barely knew.

"Oh?..." Trowa nodded, but that caused him to get dizzy. Trowa swayed a bit, and was about to collapse if Heero hadn't caught him. Heero held Trowa close to him and sighed.

"Well, you're coming whether you want to or not. You can't even stand. How are you going to make it home?" Trowa pushed Heero away from him as he stood up straight. He looked at Heero and saw the seriousness in the other man's eyes. He thought about it for a minute.

'I have nothing better to do...and I really don't want to be alone right now anyway so...why not have some have some fun?...' Trowa sighed heavily as he nodded. "Fine, but I'll walk myself." Trowa turned and waited for Heero to lead the way.

"What ever you say Trowa." Heero was about to walk past him when Trowa grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"You remember my name?" Heero stare dumbfounded at Trowa before answering.

"Of course I do."

"Really?" Trowa knew he sounded stupid, but at the moment he really didn't care.

"Yes, really. I remember you from school. I always noticed when you were around...there was something about you that seemed so...mysterious. I would have said something but...well my 'friends' always stopped me..."

"Stopped you?"

"Long story..." Trowa frowned, then shrugged, he wasn't in the mood to listen to the story anyway. "Well, come on. It's only a block from here." Trowa nodded.

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As soon as Heero closed the door behind him Trowa was there shoving him against it. Heero gasped as his back hit the door and Trowa assaulted his lips.

Trowa closed his eyes as soon as their mouths collided. He enjoyed the feeling of the other man as he pressed his entire body against him. Trowa tilted his neck downwards to accommodate the other man as he leaned his head back. Heero could hear and feel Trowa moan as his tongue slipped out, batting shyly at the bottom of Trowa's lips. Trowa soon opened his mouth, allowing the tongue entrance.

In one swift motion Heero turned the two so Trowa was now pinned against the door. Heero began running his tongue across the top of Trowa's mouth; a shiver soon ran down Trowa's spine. After another minute the two broke for air. Trowa panted heavily, his eyes slowly opening. Heero's eyes were already open and they bore into Trowa's.

"God…I've waited so long for someone like you…" Heero panted out.

"Someone like me?" Heero smiled, slowly caressing Trowa's check with his right hand. Trowa sighed, rubbing his cheek against the palm.

"You are so beautiful." Trowa opened his mouth to say something but Heero thwarted his plan. Heero began kissing his neck causing Trowa to gasp. "…beautiful…" Trowa's eyes fluttered closed again as Heero continued to kiss his neck and his jaw and then moved back up to capture his mouth.

Trowa moaned loudly as he felt Heero's hand trail down to the front of Trowa's jeans and he began to massage the growing erection through the rough fabric. Trowa gasped and threw back his head, panting as Heero continued to stroke the still growing mound, while nipping along his jaw and neck.

"Trowa?" Heero slowly pulled back, waiting for Trowa's eyes to open before he continued. "How far do you want this to go?" Trowa began to pant; Heero was still stroking him through the jeans. He didn't care how far it went at this point. All he wanted was release.

"...as far...as…you...want..." Trowa panted out slowly. Heero nodded and slowly backed away from Trowa completely. Trowa moaned. "Heero?"

"Come on, let's go to the bedroom." Trowa nodded, and followed Heero to the bedroom.

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Heero laid down next to Trowa, staring at his sleeping form. He knew the only reason Trowa went home with him was the booze, but at the moment that didn't matter. At least not to him.

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Trowa slipped on his dark green, button down shirt. He walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. He kept on the same pair of black jeans and the boots. He nodded at his appearance and walked out of his bedroom. As he entered the living room there was a knock on the door.

to be continued…

CCT: Okay. o.o This part had a lemon in it too, I kinda just cut it out. ^^ Heh… You can go to my website to read it. On to the next part!