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WARNING: Lime in the beginning of this chapter. Or rather, lime is the bulk of this chapter!

Chapter Three

Heero awoke with a start. There was a body lying next to him. "Wen, you didn't have to do that for me last night."

Heero felt the bed move as Wen shifted his position groggily, "Kid, you're up a little too early for me to be asking questions. Don't you think?"

Heero closed his eyes and ignored the obnoxious release of bodily fumes into the atmosphere. "You're awake now, aren't you," Heero replied.

Feeling an arm slither around his neck, Heero stiffened in Wen's heated embrace. "I can forgive you waking me and I'll ignore your situation last night, if you give me what I want." Heero felt the press of Wen's hardened desire against his thigh, Heero wasn't in the mood and retorted as much.

Pushing Heero away and sitting up in bed, Wen folded his arms across his chest. "Kid, what good are you, if not for a resounding fuck?" Heero was not offended by Wen's question or gesture at unattached fun. He just couldn't commit.

"Our relationship has not changed. We aren't lovers."

"Well," Wen began hotly, but an undercurrent of amusement could be heard, "we aren't fighters either. I mean, don't you even want to try it once?" Heero turned to face Wen as he began to explicitly describe safe sex between males. He even nudged Heero as he suggested being the first bottom participant.

"I'm flattered, but you're only here to make sure that I wake up in the morning. I'd hate to die in a shit hole like this. No offense," Heero resumed calmly trying to detach himself from the rise of embarrassment that surfaced in his stomach. Trowa had once offered himself to Heero. It had been two years after the Mariemaia incident in After Colony one nine six. Heero was still a virgin and he was certain that he wanted to stay that way. He still hadn't decided whether he wanted to live out the rest of his days longing for Relena's touch or embracing her as a lover, friend or eternal companion.

"Fine," Wen murmured as he sank back into his previous position. Heero sighed and found himself scooting closer to the older man until his chin nuzzled into the nook of Wen's neck and shoulder. Wen wasn't a bad man, just too horny for Heero's taste. He was a great jazz player. His dark hair, short and stocky build and his wood brown skin had entranced Heero when he'd first met him. Heero felt the man's hands wander and he didn't stop him. What was a stroke in a private place on Heero's person compared to the hell he'd plunged himself into upon leaving Relena's side.

Heero felt himself willingly shift to an agreeable and accessible position for Wen to finish his wandering unabashed and for Heero to quietly sink into his meditative state. Heero was sure that somewhere within the next hour and a half he would have to fight succumbing to Wen's warm, wet kisses and smooth, infatuated caresses in favor of preventing any form of penetration. Heero almost went limp at the memory of the last drug Wen had dared him to experiment with. Heero had had to fend off every hooker, pimp and predator he passed by on his journey back to his flat. Perchance, he was exaggerating, but it had felt that way the morning after. The memories of that night were fuzzy, but he remembered the party and taking the little light green pill. Wen had told him that it would relax him and in the dim colorful lighting, Heero had taken a chance.

The effects didn't kick in until fifteen minutes later when Heero was trying to pry a heavily drunk woman off of him. She had been grinding him hard. Heero had finally escaped with the aid of a foreign man that had reminded him so much of Trowa that it was scary. Heero had stupidly followed him to one of the leather benches that lined the walls of the dance floor. There hadn't been much room and Heero had opted to stand, whilst the stranger sat and stared silently up at him.

Watching the other couples occupying the other benches kissing and fondling and fucking had aroused Heero senses. Not five minutes later, Heero found himself grinding with the man he'd just met on the bench he had just declined for lack of fatigue. The grinding graduated to kissing and his shirt going missing and his pants being unbuttoned and right before the skin to skin rubbing had begun, Wen had padded over. He was buzzed and searching for relief. His instant offer of kisses and welcoming sex had enticed the stranger grinding Heero so much that he shared kisses between the two of them. It was not long before they were all three exchanging fluid.

Heero recalled the club's foggy atmosphere and the sounds of gasps and moans rivaling the music. The heat of the club was what ultimately drove Heero to push the stranger into a kneeling position between his legs. Heero hadn't noticed that he was on the bottom until the kissing stopped. He hadn't wanted to halt the feelings of a possible orgasm between someone besides his right or left hand, but the heat was stifling.

When they clamored into the fresh night air, the need to fuck or be fucked evaded Heero and all he wanted to be was alone. At the time, Heero had been living at a small one bedroom flat he rented daily. It was seedy and a complete rip-off. Wen had offered his place that night and Heero was much obliged to take the offer. He was not sure if he would make it alone to his home away from home. Wen led the way with the stranger in tow and Heero grasped the tall man's hand. His vision was blurry and he could feel his heart beating so hard that it was hammering in his chest.

Any music Heero heard, he felt his body move uncharacteristically to the beat. He wanted to be one with it. He just didn't want someone glued to him while he was basking in the music's power over him. The stranger seemed to notice this and wrapped his arms around him. Heero didn't mind, he was not sure if it was the affect of the drug or his need for a personal physical connection, but he wanted to be held. Every time they hit an intersection the man would stand behind Heero and slowly rock his hips. Heero couldn't help but move with him. The man's grip was tight and it commanded Heero's loose movements with precision.

Wen's place was above the bar Big Marie's that he co-owned with his mother who had left for the colonies five years before. Heero wasn't sure if the woman was even alive, but Wen still sent the woman her cut even without the odd occasional card or response signaling her vitality in space. Wen opened the bar's doors and locked them after they had entered. He led them through the bar and lounge area into the back and into what looked like a storage room. After locking the door behind them, Heero recalled standing in the semidarkness wondering if he was going to have to kill them while he was high and unstable. He actually recalled thinking how hard it was going to be to kill them precisely since his ability to keep still and quiet had evaded him. The humming had started again as had the humping. Heero had pinned his new friend against a shelf and wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled his face down to meet his.

Having a good time was all that Heero could focus on. He barely noticed Wen push back a sliding shelf rack and a door appeared inside, he pushed some code into a machine on another door and magically stairs appeared. Heero only knew half the code because the tongue in his mouth and the hand squeezing his butt wouldn't stop distracting him. Wen ushered them up the stairs and down a windowless hallway. The staircase led up to another floor and perhaps more than three others, but Heero tried to concentrate on the man continually rubbing his chest and abdomen. He knew he was getting hard.

Finally, they made it to Wen's bedroom outside it was a reception area of sorts with a small kitchen and only one arm chair. The bathroom was larger than the kitchen and had a very nice sized porcelain tub with carved feet holding it up. Heero thought that it was interesting how Wen managed to preserve that during the wars. The building looked old enough, with its cracked walls and peeling paint. Forgetting to be constantly vigilant, Heero ignored Wen as he closed the curtains to the room's only window and allowed himself to be stripped by this look alike Trowa. There were no lights on in the room. The only light flooded in from the reception area. He even had the same searching green eyes Trowa did.

When Heero was completely nude, he reclined on Wen's bed and watched as the two men got reacquainted. Heero was left to his own devices for a while. Until a sharp moan was extracted from within the depths of Heero's soul. He had gone far with them. The groping, humping, kissing and grinding satisfied him, but even in his drug riddled mind, Heero wouldn't allow himself to be taken. He was mounted twice, each man lustfully trying to master him and each attempt failed. Heero remembered falling asleep to the rhythmic slap of flesh and grunts of pleasure. He never did see that green eyed man again and neither had Wen nor anyone else they knew from their usual hangout spots. A few nights later, Heero moved in and began his ascension and dissention into nightlife as a blues singer and guitar player at Big Marie's.

Breathing heavily, Heero was brought back to the present and gently nudged Wen's head before grasping what little hair he could to ease his reaction. He ran his fingers over the textured hair several times as he was ensnared by Wen's skillful moist cavern. He fought hard not to choke the man as he resisted lifting his hips to grind. Wen was very good at making a person forget their troubles. Heero was sure going to miss him.

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Relena waited anxiously for Heero's shuttle to land. She could see it from where she stood inside the terminal. How many years had it been? She was sure that she hadn't lost count, but rather that she did not want to imagine how long it had been since she last saw him. A large part of her wanted to melt into his arms and never leave. It wanted to claim victory and defeat simultaneously. Victory would be claimed because she and Heero could live out her fantasies and defeat would only include their solidarity and independence from each other.

Smoothing down her blue plaid skirt and matching jacket, Relena fought off the wave of butterflies that were trying to establish permanent residency in her stomach. She was no longer the girl of her youth, chasing after a memory or flash of her illusory knight in shining armor. Relena was a woman now and she needed a man by her side that would be her rock. The only question that plagued Relena was whether or not Heero was the man that she had been saving herself for all this time.

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Relena could no longer stand the silence, Heero bathed her in. He simply refused to speak more than two syllable answers to her every question. Would this be what her life would be like with him, if things worked out the way she had planned? Did she or could she exist in a relationship in which words of her usual comfort were offered less than half of the time? Most importantly, was Heero worth the silence? Relena was no longer sure.

After making sure that Heero was settled into his guest accommodation, Relena drifted to her study. She needed to contemplate whether or not Heero was worth the wait. The reality of her disposition contrasted sharply with the image of Heero in her youth. He was her savior. Years of nights fantasizing about his return had consumed her mind. Gentle caresses of her hand against her neediest of places had been ghosted by the rhythm of Heero's invisible calloused hands.

Leaning back in her reclining leather chair, Relena closed her eyes and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse. Her suit jacket had been thrown over the back of her seat. It currently nestled behind her head. Reaching out blindly to a handheld video camera that Wufei had given her, she felt along until a cord was within her grasp. She tugged until her fingers felt the fabric of the ear phones and hardened plastic. Gathering them in her hands, Relena covered her ears and pressed the playback button that she had memorized its place by touch.

The sound of sorrow embodied and swarmed in a honeyed baritone voice filled Relena's ears. How she wished Heero would perform such a piece for her. Her head slowly swayed to the beat and her feet tapped as if they had a mind of their own. Lightly, Relena glided her hands through the air, threading them in tune with the music and the melody of Heero's words. His tale of dissension was truly pitying, but Relena was sure that Heero would be able to move past this phase of his life with enough counseling. Relena knew she would not allow him to refuse. Perhaps, even an anti-depressant prescription would push Heero faster in her direction. All of this of course was in the interest of Heero's well-being.

Torn between allowing Heero to move in his own time and consoling her own desire for a man, a husband, a lover, Relena knew that her judgment was clouded. She knew that the plan did not involve her forcing Heero to get help, but it would not hurt him to try. She could not stand the thought of him dwelling all alone in his misery. Opening her eyes, Relena focused on Heero's lips on the monitor. His eyes were shielded by his eyelids. The pain that reverberated was omnipotent in his words, if not his demeanor. Relena only wanted what was best for both of them. If things did not work out between herself and Heero, then she would be forced to find someone who was not her equal, but a shadow of Heero's love and devotion. Only time would tell.

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What did you guys think? Relena really isn't such a bad gal now is she? Please let me know what you think! Heero is in for a wild ride and a rude awakening!

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