Title: Mistress Trowa
Author: War Dove
Gundam Wing and its characters do not belong to me
but Sunrise/SOTSU Agency and all those associated with the company.

This story takes place during the time that Trowa was
undercover in OZ and Heero, Duo and Wufei were
prisoners of OZ.

Heero suppressed a moan as he was slammed down
into the wooden chair. The biggest of the guards spoke
first. "Time for some questioning boy! Of course I don't
understand why Lady Une is putting so much trust in that
Barton fellow." "He seems to think that he can get these
gundam pilots to crack." The other guard spoke in a flip tone.
"After all they are testing the extents of their abilities."
The guard's conversations were cut off when they
saw Trowa Barton enter the room.

"Whatever Lady Une sees in me I do not know. But I do
know that if you don't leave me alone to interrogate the
prisoner then I will not be happy." His eyes narrowed.
"And do you really want to see me upset?" Unsure of how
to react the guards kept quiet as the exited the room.

Trowa looked down at a chuckling Heero. "I've never
seen you so forceful before Trowa." Trowa smiled.
"Must be the uniform." He sat down on the tabletop
in front of Heero and was facing him. He reached out
his hand and began to stoke the cheek of the perfect soldier.
"I've been feeling quite forceful lately, you could say
empowered." Wing Zero's pilot jerked away from the
taller boy's touch. "Power going to your head is it." This time
it was Trowa's turn to chuckle. He caught a fistful of Heero's
hair forcing the boy to look up at him. "No. It's just this is the
first time when I've ever been shown any type of real respect.
I for once hold power over others instead, of others holding
power over me. I must say it's euphoric." He stared straight
into Heero's eyes seeing a little bit of confusion. He released
his hold on Heero's hair and stood. "Don't worry. I'm still fully
committed to my mission. I'm no traitor." The Japanese pilot
hung his head. "That's comforting." Heero spoke unemotional.

His head snapped back to attention when he felt warm,
strong hands on his shoulders. He shivered from the hot
breath that blew in his ear. "You know. With one word I can
have you killed-or not. That's the power I have. Good thing
I'm disciplined enough to not let it go to my head."
Trowa's fingers began massaging Heero's shoulders. "But that
doesn't mean I can't have fun with it." Heero's instinct was to
get up and run but the weight of Trowa's body and his
shackled hands and feet made it impossible. "What's your
point Trowa?" He demanded, trying to ignore the tingling
sensations he was feeling as Trowa's fingers moved from
his shoulders to his chest and torso. "My point is that I would
never have the guts to be this forward. To go after that which
I want." Heero suppressed another moan; the pilot of
Heavy Arms hands had moved down to his cock and
was stroking it ever so lightly. "What is it you want, then?"
Heero's teeth were clenched as he tried to control his
breathing. "Don't tell me you haven't figured it out my
comrade. What I want is, you." Heero smiled to himself.
He had known all along. He had just wanted to hear it
from Trowa, still the feeling of powerlessness was not
something he liked-even if it was coming from one
who he desired as well.

Heero felt his head being jerked back again and Trowa's
warm demanding mouth was soon on his. "Oh Heero,"
he breathed huskily, "tell me you want this too." Heero broke
off the kiss. "If I told you no, would it matter?" Zero Three's
pilot narrowed his eyes again. "I don't know?" He whispered
locking Heero in another kiss. He tugged loose Heero's shirt
gliding his hands up his torso and ribs. Feeling his pecks he
squeezed. Heero seethed air in through his teeth as fingers
twisted his nipples, painful but so pleasurable at the
same time. Trowa ended the kiss but kept Heero's
bottom lip between his teeth. "Tell me you want this."
Heero said nothing, refusing to give in. Trowa could
taste Heero's blood, shocked, he pulled away
standing once again.

"Don't make me hurt you Heero. Or is that what
you want? Is this a test to see how weak I am
compared to you?" Heero finally allowed himself to
breath. "You are the one who seems to be in
control here." Trowa's voice remained monotone.
"If only I could truly believe that. Live by your emotions
is what you say." Heero smirked. "So it is." Trowa
grabbed Heero by the scruff of the neck and jerked him
and twirled him around. The wind was knocked out of
Heero as he was slammed on his back; his feet were
the only things hanging off of the tabletop. He'd never
realized how strong Trowa was. "You will crack under
me Heero!" He took the boys lips again in unyielding passion.

Quickly and with ease he pulled Heero's tank over his
head and wrapped it around the wrist shackles. He tied the
other end to the table leg. Heero struggled even though he
knew it was in vain. "Hold still!" Trowa ordered slapping Heero
across the face. "This won't hurt if you just surrender to me."
Heero growled, knowing his best resistance now was his
silence. But he didn't know how long he could hold out
under Trowa's sharp but sweet ministrations. He now felt
Trowa tugging on his shorts while at the same time trying
to undo his own restraining uniform. Trowa smiled out of
the corner of his mouth upon seeing Heero's half erection.
"Looks like you're beginning to crack. "Physically, if not
mentally." Damn you Trowa.

Trowa was on top him now, his uniform a pile on
the floor. His head lowered as he snagged one of
Heero's nipples between his teeth and bit. "Ahh!"
Heero cursed himself for breaking his vow of silence.
But the feel of Trowa's tongue now soothing the stinging
orb was too much- still he had to resist. He could not lose.
Trowa's tongue and teeth continued their journey- Heero
flinching with every little nip.

Trowa's hand had begun stroking Heero's shaft at the
same time he had been suckling his nipples. Heero had
been fighting the throbbing build-up but knew he was
losing. And when Trowa's mouth replaced his hand Heero
knew it wouldn't be long. As he pumped his mouth up and
down on Heero his fingers had entered inside of the young
pilot of Zero One and had been flicking against his prostate.
Heero released a hoarse cry. He thought he heard Trowa moan
with delight as he lapped up the milky white that spurt forth form
Heero's sex. "Tell me Heero that you want this.
That you want me." Heero turned his head. He had been
broken at this moment by Trowa-just as he'd wanted to be.
A part of him was proud of Trowa.
"Yes I want it. Yes I want you." His voice was just above a whisper.

Trowa flipped Heero over on his stomach causing the green
tank to twist again and undid the ankle shackles. The slap that
Trowa gave his buttocks stung Heero as he curled his knees
up under him, parting them slightly. His eyes grew wide
as he heard a click and felt a cold nuzzle of a gun at the nape
of his neck. "Try to run and I will kill you. Heero found himself
smirking. Trowa was getting the hang of the domination game.
With his free hand Trowa extracted from his pocket a small
tube of gel. He squeezed a generous amount on his own
member before aligning himself with the opening of
Heero's rectum. He entered slowly closing his eyes
savoring the sensation. Heero was everything he knew
he would be. His first few thrusts were slow and shallow
but as passion took over they became deeper and faster.
Trowa arched his back slightly so as to hit the sweet spot
of Heero. He sighed with delight as he heard Heero's groaning
pleasure begin again. Sweat broke out on his brow as he
reached near his orgasm. He gritted his teeth and let out a
few ughs. His cry was so throaty and suppressed that his
esophagus burned. He forced himself not to collapse on top
of his fellow pilot. He put the safety back on the gun and
pulled it up to his shoulder. "I'm glad I didn't have to kill you."
"The thoughts comforting to me as well." Heero moaned.
Trowa pulled himself off of Heero.

He immediately put the gundam pilots shorts back on
and snapped the ankle cuffs back into place, he also untied
the top from the table leg. He was a little surprised that
Heero had not yet moved. "Are you okay, friend?" He asked
as he was finishing the buttoning up of his uniform. He was
taken aback by Heero's chuckle. "You seem to be a quick
study Trowa. You must interrogate me some other time,
soon." Trowa pursed his lips in a smile helping Heero
off of the table. "I have to return you back to your cell now."
He punched a button on the wall and the door flew open
and the two guards were standing at attention. Trowa put
forth his best commanding stance and voice. "He's a tough
one to crack. I'll try again later. Take him back and bring
me the one with the braid. Heero bit his lip to prevent
a smile of amusement. Trowa, Trowa, Trowa.

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