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Author's Note: Okay, I know my fic is weird...but oh well. Who cares? Not me that's for sure! Well, read and review. Flames are recieved and then given to Hell, just to let you know...

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Trowa sighed as he walked into the kitchen/dining room. Heero was sitting on the

counter, a cup of steaming brown liquid was in front of him. His head was resting on the wall and his eyes were closed. A small smirk flitted across Trowa's mouth as he walked silently over to Heero and took the mug in his hands. Heero's eyes opened in time to see Trowa take a sip from the mug. He glared and resumed his previous position.

"Hot chocolate?" Trowa asked as he licked the froth from his lips. A nod from Heero was the only response he got. "Never thought of you as the type to drink hot chocolate Heero."

"Yeah...well, there's a lot you don't know about me," Heero stated as he opened his eyes and sat up. Trowa watched him, an eyebrow arched in question. Heero ignored it as he pushed himself off the couter and onto the ground. "So, you wanted to talk?" he asked as he went to the freezer and pulled out a pizza. He put it on a pan and then into the oven before turning to look at Trowa again through gaps in his messy hair.

"Yeah, why'd you call me out here Heero? You mentioned a mission," Trowa stated.

Heero shrugged. "There's some information that's come to my attention..." Heero

paused and then smiled bitterly. "That the Earth Sphere wants the Gundams to be pretty much cloned. They want more Gundams in case a war breaks out..." Heero stated as he checked on the pizza.

"And...?" Trowa asked.

"And, they're going to start searching for them. They say the ones who resist will be killed or captured," Heero finished. Trowa nodded as Heero pulled out the pizza and cut it in two, placing half on one plate, and half on another.

They ate in silence. Silence disturbed only by the sounds of glasses hitting the table or the air conditioner running. "Well, I think I'll depart for the night," Trowa said after they had finished eating. Heero nodded as he stood and stretched in front of the sink.

Later he would not be able to explain it. He would not be able to possess him to do it. But later, he wouldn't care. Trowa stood and padded lightly over to Heero's form. Lightly he reached up and ran his fingers down Heero's arms, down his sides, until they rested on his hips. He felt Heero shudder beneath his touch and he smiled gently.

Leaning forward he brushed his lips against Heero's neck. Heero moaned as he turned his head, looking at Trowa over his shoulder. Trowa moved forward again, this time brushing his lips against Heero's. Nothing more than a feather-light touch. Nothing more was meant. Nothing more was needed.

So why did Heero respond? Why was Trowa turning Heero in his arms? Pressing him back against the counter, kissing him passionately? Why was he doing this? Damn.... Trowa thought. He broke away from Heero, trying to make it quick, instead making it reluctant. Heero's eyes were glazed over with passion and lust. His lips parted, panting lightly.

"Trowa?" he whispered hoarsely. His voice husky with emotion.

"Good-night Heero," Trowa stated. And before he could stop himself. Before he could control it. Before he could even contemplate what he was doing, he had bent and brushed his lips against Heero's again before departing to his room. Leaving the Perfect Soldier in a state of shock and pleasure and many other mixed emotions.

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Author's Note: Okay...do you like it? Hate it? I know it's shorter than the first ch. or at least, I think it is... Anyway, let me know what I should do. Should I recycle it? Let me know! Read and Review and let me know what you think.