The Art of Conversation
By Richan MMI
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing.
Warnings: a hint of lime, AU, shounen ai
Pairing: Trowa+? (I'm keeping it a secret. Until the last quarter of the story, at least)
AN: Written long, long ago, before I ever joined this site. It was up, way back then, but I pulled it off because I hated the series. I've reworked it, though, into something I like much better.

Silence.

It filled the cafeteria with an oppressive heaviness, one that seemed as if you could cut it with a knife. At least where two men were sitting. Trowa looked over at his companion, slightly surprised by the total absence of sound. The man across from him sat in total silence, doing nothing but staring at him.

His eyes widened, even though the other man could only see one.

The man just looked back at him, eyes intense in a set face. Raising an eyebrow, he watched Trowa's face as it shifted slightly from his usual stoic face to one of surprise.

"Nani?" Trowa asked.

The other man just shook his head and turned back to his lunch.

Trowa shook the newspaper he held in his hand, straightening it out so that he could read it. As he started to read again, he felt being watched again. Sighing inaudibly, he lowered the newspaper to look over at the other man. Figuring that he could give as good as he got, he stared at his companion, trying to goad him into conversation.

Putting the newspaper down after a couple of minutes, Trowa turned his head and looked out the window, wondering where his cool had disappeared. He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye and noticed that he was being stared at still.

Trowa began. "Is there something wrong?"

Shaking his head, the man finished off his lunch methodically. Rising, he took his dishes over to the receptacle and returned to the table, and watched Trowa again.

Trowa looked around the cafeteria. The lunch crowd was thinning out, indicating that it was time to go back to work. He nodded at the man, relieved to get out of his sight for a while. The other pilot had been acting strangely all day, as if his personality had been switched in the night. Standing up, he grabbed the newspaper and headed towards his office.

Walking down the hall, he could feel he was being followed.

Turning around, Trowa waited for the other man to catch up to him. "What's the matter?"

Shaking his head, the other man stopped next to him. "Nothing."

"Something obviously is, or you wouldn't be following me." Not able to take it anymore, Trowa dragged the man into a nearby janitor's closet. "Now, tell me what's going on?"

The dark glint in the other boy's eyes should have given him a clue as to what would happen next, but he didn't see it in the dusk of the closet. He felt a soft wind across his lips, the only indication of the kiss that followed. Soft lips on his played with the lower lip, soon joined by a tongue that pressed against Trowa's mouth.

Opening his mouth slightly, Trowa felt the other man's tongue slide in, searching his mouth before twisting around his own tongue. Moaning at the sensation, he felt the man in front of him pull away. He didn't want it to stop, so he pulled the man back up to his lips, grinding against the warm mouth, wrapping his arms around the other man's shoulders.

Trowa felt arms wrap around his waist as they kissed. He let his hands wander into the soft hair resting on the other boy's neck, his fingers combing through the silky strands. He was startled when the kiss was ended abruptly, heavy breathing floating across his swollen lips.

"Do you understand what's going on now?" The voice of the other man was husky, full of passion.

"Heero," Trowa panted. "I-I don't understand. Why now?"

Heero put his forehead to Trowa's, blue eyes searching green. "Because it feels right. And because..." He pushed his hips into Trowa's, letting the other boy feel the erection under his jeans. "Ai shiteru."

Eyes opening wide, Trowa stared at the Japanese man in front of him. He had never had anyone say they loved him like this. Emotions exploded in his chest as he remembered what Heero had said all those years ago--to act on your feelings. Grabbing onto fate with both hands, he brushed his lips against Heero's. "I love you, too."

Trowa watched as a smile formed on Heero's face. The rare sight sent a warm glow through him as they left the closet, walking much closer than before.

Wufei put the ten credits in his hand down on the table. "Just how did you know?"

Quatre smiled. "Just something in the air."

Sally just looked at the two men as she put her money down on the table as well. "Well, who's next?" She laughed at the horror that crossed their faces as she went back into her office, leaving them to wonder what plot was running through her head.

Check out the next pairing, coming soon to a computer screen near you.
Richan