Hiya! Back with a shameless PWP!! I hope you'll enjoy the 'heat' and, pleez, don't forget...

Moleman : Bandai stole us Gundam wing!!!

Anyway... Fact is that it not exactly ours. -_-;

I allow you to borrow it... (hentai and sinister smile)

H E A T

Trowa sighed as he stared at the ceiling silently. This heat... this exhausting heat was slowly getting on his nerves. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand for the hundredth time, growling. The bed's sheets seemed to stuck to his skin, and he sat up abruptly, taking a deep breath. The fan was merely blowing hot air, but he nonetheless appreciated the slight cooling effect it had on his glistening chest and muscular back.

He stretched out tiredly, and pushed the thin veil that sperated his 'room' from the rest of the muggy hovel, glancing lustfully at the ageless fridge that was buzzing softly in a corner of living room - Living room was a strong word though, considering the dilapidated state of the safehouse Heero had found. As he opened the rusty object and grabbed a bottle of lemony water, he caught himself wondering if his fellow preventer kept a catalogue of the most squalid hiding places, to help him in his usually 'lucky' picks.

He sprawled himself on what looked like an deckchair, and threw his head back, cooling his burning neck with the cold glass bottle - A little heaven in itself.

That was exactly the kind of missions he hated, he thought, sipping quietly the sour liquid. Everything had been a nightmare, from the unbearable equatorial climate that had left him crushed like a bug, to the woolly handling of a job that no one wanted to do in the first place...

He remembered with a wave of nausea their mission, blurry images of awkward situations, unexpected explosions, bloody flashes, and, most of all this heat...

Actually, the first clue that this week would be a nightmare for him was when he had been informed by 'Biddy Une' that he would have to work with Heero.

Heero was a good preventer, a fellow Gundam pilot and a trusted friend, but no one wanted to work with him. And Trowa Barton was no exception. What was the point anyway? Heero already had a partner, to say the least.

He should have refused and slapped her, really.

As a matter of fact, Heero had managed to find someone who accepted to work with him, on a regular basis, and sleep with him, on an equally regular basis. No need to say that Trowa had immediatly felt like a foreign body in this pefectly defined binomial.

He smiled at the thought that, knowing Heero, sex itself was probably ruled by a contract, in such an emotionless relationship.

And it had lead to this muggy afternoon, in the middle of the colombian jungle, which he prayed he would he leave soon.

They were to take off early in the morning, as the mission was over, and apparently a success - Considering that there was no one left to comment on it, after Heero's cleaning procedure. Trowa sighed deeply, imagining himself in a air-conditioned plane, calling Cathy and taking a real relaxing nap, instead of this semblance of siesta in a stuffy shack.

His train of thoughts was interrupted by a long and almost painful moan in the nearby room, followed by an animalistic growl. His fingers clenched around the bottle nervously, leaving shining trails and tiny drops of sweat on the fogged-up glass. His set his lips in a thin line and closed his eyes angrily as he sunk in the old deckchair, ignoring the unmistakable noises that reached his ears, through the wormy wood. He tried to concentrate on the dust on the curtains instead, or the mildew on the double sink's joints.

God, how he hated these sessions. And he hated the fact that they could affect him at all. He pressed his lips again the bottle and started to do some mental arithmetic, in order to forget about the hoarse melody and the suspicious creaking sounds.

When the moans became screams, he lost his last bit of concentration. 7+2 didn't mean anything anymore to him, and he wondered guiltily what kind of inhuman actions the perfect soldier could be performing in this bed... He cringed at the thought. Probably something twisted enough to her liking, what else could it be?

The screams reached a peek and stopped brutally. Now he could only guess the sound of rumpled sheets and heavy sighs. He flung his forearm over his eyes, still playing with now almost empty bottle as he heard the soud of a shower running, and slow steps on the cool tiling. The door creaked open. He didn't want to see her. He blocked out the very thought of her, as she opened the fridge in her turn, with a weary sigh, took a bottle of the same lemony substance he had been drinking and leaned against the bluish white door, in an attempt to cool her still burning body.

"Did you manage to sleep?" She asked in a soft voice, seemingly uninterested by the answer.

He couldn't help it, despite his scornful silence, he moved his arm from his eyes and glanced at her through his wet bangs. She was pressing her pale brow against the cold bottle, her body sprawled against the fridge, seeking little comfort it could provide in the stuffing atmosphere of the room. She was only wearing a damp white shirt, possibly Heero's, and a pair of black panties he could guess behind the shirttails. He remained silent, certain that she was examining him as well. He stared helplessly at a drop of sweat rolling slowly along her inner thigh and decided to sit up, before she noticed his rapidly growing arousal.

He definitively should have slapped Lady Une and run away.

"You seem tense." She remarked, in that tired, sensual and uninterested tone of hers.

Once again, he decided not to answer, merely looking her up and down coldly.

But she was so insolent... She literally forced the words out of him, with her glassy eyes, her indecent pose, her moist skin.

"Go get dressed, please." He heard himself reply curtly.

She raised a delicate eyebrow at his remarkably disagreeable tone and turned to leave, only to find Heero standing in the doorway, his naked chest glistening in the dim light, his chocolat hair damp and his dark eyes gleaming possessively, as they always did after sex...

Cobalt eyes met azure ones, like night and day colliding violently, and she silently walked past him, contenting herself with brushing his collarbone with her fingers absently, letting them linger momentarily, as if to thank him for his earlier performance.

His eyes followed her as she entered their room, disappearing from Trowa's field of vision and let the shirt fall off of her shoulders, revealing the small of her back in all its glory. He eyed appreciatively the mathematic curves and the shine of sweat underlining them, oblivious of Trowa's envious and angry stare.

Trowa Barton rose without saying a word and retreated in his room to wait for the end of this hellish day. He let himself fall on his bed, in the same position he had been an hour ago, struggling to forget about her, about them, just for a while.

He couldn't.

Heero was fucking Midii.

He remembered their troubled past and how he had vowed to never trust her again.

He admitted the fact that she was now a 'honest' preventer and that this was none of his business.

He admitted the fact that this was happening between two very consenting adults.

He admitted the fact that Heero had every right to bed whoever he pleased.

But dammit he couldn't stand it!! And right under his nose, on top of it! How could she?!

Heero gazed at his blonde lover with strangely compassionate eyes as she lowered herself slowly on him. 'So much for taking a shower' he thought, as she started to girate her hips teasingly. He inhaled sharply at the heady sensations in his loins and covered her creamy breasts with his tanned hands, creating a sharp contrast. He kneaded the pale and supple flesh painfully, pushing his hips against hers with a growl.

Midii welcomed his agressive lovemaking with a high-pitched moan that she was certain Trowa would hear and bent down to kiss him feverishly.

He suddenly grabbed her hips roughly, rolling her with a satisfied groan and ended pinning her to the bed, her naked body pressing in the damp sheets. She spread her thighs wider and threw her head back as he rested his body on his hands, his arms tense, the sleek muscles straining from the effort.

She smiled softly ; she loved it when it became sporty... Her breath became irregular and the first screams escaped her throat at the violent pounding motion. She thought of Trowa, again.

She closed her eyes as they neared the end. It was almost there.

She could almost believe she loved Heero in those moments. But she knew she didn't, and he didn't love her either. It was a deep, indefectible friendship born of common needs and inexplicable affinities.

She let her mind wander as the climax washed over her, her confused feelings heightening the sensations almost as efficiently as love did.

She remained dazed for a few seconds, lost in thoughts of her Nanashi naked as the day he was born, barely acknowledging her partner's presence, until she progressively returned to her senses and realized he was almost done too...

A devious smirk spread on her usually innocent and detached features. She didn't have the occasion to do this very often, but it was always worth it...

As he sped his thrusts, his breath coming in short gasps, she used a trick he had taught her a few months ago, and flipped him efficiently, detaching her sweaty body from his. He casted her a slightly puzzled look, his confusion showing through the overwhelming desire that fogged his brain. She lied on her stomach, resting her head on his left thigh, revealing in the sight of him.

He had finally understood where this was leading, she could tell by the way his cobalt eyes bored into her, causing an exquiste shiver to run down her spine. She gazed softly at the source of his discomfort standing proudly, as if in no hurry -though she could tell he was close, very close- and traced gently the glistening pink plastic, ignoring his shaky sigh, as well as the slight trembling of his tense abdominal muscles.

Deciding that her lover was now 'cooked medium rare', she circled his engorged member and pulled slowly, teasingly, the condom covering it, letting little Heero appear in all his naked glory. She was rewarded by a soft groan and she watched him wet his dry lips with his tongue as she finally pressed her cool lips against the inflamed skin.

"Now is the time to begin..." She murmured against him, the mere brush of her lips causing him to shiver.

He instinctively bit his lower lip as he felt her hand squeeze firmly his male weakness, efficiently depriving him of the long awaited release, while her tongue darted cruelly at the trapped and throbbing column of flesh. Heero felt his head spin as waves of unbearable pleasure spread in his lower body, leaving him dizzy, pinned to the hot sheets as if in a transe. He loved this torture.

Her smile grew even wider as his helpless moans rose in the thick tropical air, making the perfect soldier's mask fall completely.

Maybe now it was time to put an end to his misery, or maybe not, she thought, as another 'scientific' flick of her tongue on the underside forced a particularly loud moan out of her prey. It was a game she never tired of, but she knew that too much of a good thing could ruin the mood, so she reluctantly freed his aching member from her iron grasp, and with an apologetic smile, took him in her mouth, welcoming the spurts of warm and creamy seed as well as the deep sigh that accompanied his release.

Heero let himself sunk in the bed's soft matress, waiting for the intense pain that usually followed those little games to subside.

Midii sat on her knees, caressing his cheek softly, which she considered was the least she could do after what she had done to him. She noticed his closed eyes and the slight furrowing of his brough, behind the thick curtain of chocolate bangs, however.

"Does it... Hurt?" She asked in a whisper, letting herself fall on her pillow.

"No. ... Yes... But it was worth it." He said quietly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah. I guess I went a little too far this time..." she murmured apologetically, her hand lingering on a brown nipple.

He turned his head slightly, gazing at her with unreadable eyes. "Are you thinking about him?"

Midii bent over his face, looking at him right in the eyes, as if she had expected the question all along. "Yes. Why did you ask?"

"I expected you to give in before this mission ends. It seems I was wrong." He replied quietly, in an emotionless voice.

"What makes you think he'd say yes, anyway?" Midii purred, sensing an interesting issue there.

"Don't pretend, just decide yourself..." He groaned, closing his eyes. Almost midnight... He needed some sleep.

She looked at him with a rare tenderness in her blue eyes. He could be so cute, sometimes. She craddled his cheek, letting her thumb brush against his lips. His only answer was soft mouthing of her digit. She bent down again, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder, a few strands framing her relaxed features, and she kissed him, lovingly.

"Heero..."

"... Unh."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure..."

And with that, she left the room silently, ready to claim her treat.

Pathetic. That was the word, he was being perfectly pathetic, Trowa thought as his right hand rested under the sheets, almost unvolontarily.

But it was the voices, mostly Heero's, for a change. He couldn't stand them, and his body couldn't resist them. He let out a quivering sigh as a vision of her, naked, in his own arms, flashed in his exhausted and overexcited mind. The feeling of the sheets, warm, almost sticky was slowly driving him crazy, and he seriously considered getting up and finish himself under the shower instead.

He suddenly grabbed the sheets and tossed them violently on the floor, before turning the fan to the maximum, hoping to get some relief. The cool breeze refreshed instantly his damp and naked body and he sighed deeply as he stroke himself slowly in this new-found and long-awaited well being, his mind filling with images of her.

He failed to notice the slender shadow that had pushed the door silently and was now gazing at him with the promise of a patient love and an unforgettable night in her eyes.

"May I help you?"

Heero... Thank you... So much...