My Angel’s Cry:
Three

I shut my eyes to the bright glare of the sun, willing my headache and current hangover to pass as quickly as possible. I threw my arm over my eyes cursing myself for not closing the blinds of my window before I passed out last night...errr...this morning? How did I even get to my room by myself last night? The world of Duo Maxwell may never know.

I slowly sat up, the muscles in my back stiff from the awkward postion I was sleeping in. “Sweet Baby Jesus...” I muttered as I reached up to rub the back of my abused neck. “What the fuck did I do last night?”

“You are the only person I know of that can sleep this late and still be grumpy when you wake up.”

I jumped, startled by the soft voice at the side of my bed, “Jesus, Trowa, you just damn near gave me a heart attack. I think ya just took three years off my life.”

Trowa shrugged, “If that was the case, you would have been dead already. At the rate you’re going you only have a few years left.”

I gave him my best-mocked glare, “Thanks for the support old-buddy-ole- pal.”

He stood and looked down at me, his expression unreadable. It was nice to know that some things didn’t change, you could always count on Trowa to NOT revile what he was feeling. Well some times he slipped, but didn’t we all? “Get dressed, I have a mission.”

I blinked at him, trying to get some of my old nature back, “Huh? If it’s your mission, why does it concern me?”

“Baka,” he snorted, “You’re coming with me.”

I scrambled to my feet and over to the closet door, opening it and grabbing a black ribbed turtleneck sweater and dark jeans. I glared up in the mirror, hopping on one foot trying to tie my much stubborn shoe.

Trowa grabbed my arm pulling me out the door and down to the bikes that were parked in the vast garage, “Oi, T,” I squeaked at him, “would you at least tell me where the fuck we are going?”

He stopped and pulled open the small door leading into the huge shack. He flicked on the light causing eerie shadows to dance across the walls, “Mission,” was all that he said. But that’s T, ever the talkative one.

S%S

The intensity and rush felt during the point were you know that a single act can determine weather one lives or dies is incredible. At least for sick bastards like me.

Which is why I could feel myself grow hard, groaning as I peered out the door into the blackness beyond. Some part of my brain that was working told me that Trowa was just as sick as I was. He was the one who agreed this. Then another part replied, no, he knows you eat this shit up, he did you a favor by telling you were his partner on this one. I agreed with the later. Quatre is fine during jumps, just as long as he doesn’t look towards the door. If he even glances for a second and sees those beautiful clouds rolling by he’s through. We have to blind fold him and throw him out of the plane. Wufei doesn’t mind it; it just takes him ten minutes to recover for the landing. Heero is indifferent like always. And Trowa...I think Trowa might get off on this as much as I do. In fact I think that if it wasn’t from the tightness of the straps around his upper thighs preventing a long range of movement he might actually jack off on his way down. Wait, that’s me. Nevermind.

I grinned like fool as we approached the drop zone and looked back to face Trowa. My mind screaming ‘Jump, Mother Fucker!!’ as I blew him a kiss and winked. This time there was no race for the one to jump first between him and I. I picked the short straw, I was the one to leap before him, and my body begged for release because of it.

I leaped, my legs pushing me from the exit as far as possible. The world stood still for a brief moment, for a brief moment my mind screamed, ‘And my fear began to fade, recalling all of the times I have died, and will die. It’s alright, I don’t mind...I don’t mind...’

“I DON’T MIND!!” I screamed knowing no one but the fucking wind that rushed through my ears was able to hear me. And I fell at twelve thousand feet up in the air. Loving every fucking moment of it.

I arched my back, pointing my hands to the ground as if I would swan dive into the very earth and tucked my knees to my chin. I felt myself flip forward and I threw out my arms and legs, returning to spread-eagle. I twisted, bring my left hand to my right and tucking my leg to the same side as I made a corkscrew to the ground. I flipped and turned until the green numbers appeared on my wristwatch, telling me that it was time.

I pulled my shoot and all to quickly I landed, my heart still beating as I swiftly shred myself of my jumping gear.

That’s when I heard it, a soft footstep behind me and I twisted to face him, instinct kicking in as I threw the taller body over my shoulder. I pinned him down and drew the knife that I kept in my left boot to his neck.

He held up his hands out and whispered, “It’s me.”

I slowly smiled and winked, “I know it’s you.”

His one visible green eye blinked in the low lighting of the bright moon. His hand lashed out, knocking the knife from my own hand as he now flipped me.

And we sparred, each trying to best one another until he pinned me and reached a hand between my legs grabbing my painful hardness. My hips jerked on instinct and I lashed out my hands, grabbing the collar of his black shirt and pulling him completely on top of me, crushing his lips to mine. I released him with one hand and reched between his legs, gripping him. I tore my lips from his, "I didn't know that you got off on this shit, Trowa. I mean I suspected, butt never really knew. Does Quatre know?"

He roughly pushed off of me, "You talk too much, never know when it's time to just keep your mouth shut." He said as he stood and straightened his clothes. He glaced down at me still laying on the ground, for once I wished that it wasn's so dark, so that I could see the expression on his face. "You know," his voice drifted aross the night, sending shivers down my spine. It was a nice voice, a bedroom voice. "I am not in love with him as you think, I do love him, just not in the way others think. He is too pure for me, too innocent. I need someone that sees the world as I do and enjoys all of it's plesures."

I blinked up at him, wondering if I had made the wrong choice at chosing Heero all those years ago. I know Trowa would never had left me for someone like Relena, lest I didn't think so. But I never took Heero as one to leave me for Relena either. Life sucks.

I stood up and flashed him a devil-may-care grin, "You know what would make this night prefect?"

I asked, quickly changing the subject. I was greatful for the little bit of soul that Trowa had shown me, I just wasn't ready for him to see a tiny piece of mine yet, if ever.

Trowa snorted.

I chuckled, "Some ass kicking."

"Let's go." Was all he said as we silently stalked off into the base. The only regret that rested in my bottom of my stomach was that I knew I wouldn't get enough ass kicking. The OZ base had been abandoned, we just needed a signature computer to get into their new system. Nobody worth killing would be luking around the base anymore.

TBC...