text: Trowa liked this bar. It was quiet, relatively cheap, and in a part of town neither too poor as to attract authorities nor too rich to attract possibly targets. The booth in the back corner was almost always available, offered enough vantage to keep an eye on both exits, and was discrete enough to protect from eavesdropping, should he ever bring anyone with him. He didn't plan to, he used the bar as a way to retreat from the others mostly. There were times a man needed to reinforce the anonymity that defined him.
  Which was somewhat contradictory to what he was doing now. Because across from him is the same man he's met here five other times, sharing his booth and his silence and the mild amusement they both derived from the drunken masses of humanity around them.
  They don't talk in anything but motions and expressions. They don't share anything but space. And yet Trowa thinks he knows this man better than the girl claiming to be his sister. Possibly better than the other pilots he's spent days habitating with. Because looking at this man reminds him so much of the face in the mirror. Which was probably what kept the two of them from killing each other that first meeting. Trowa would have left or chosen a different seat, but he'd been sitting, and the other had come in for the same booth, seen him, and assessed the risk of painful death as obviously worth it for the chance at peace, quiet, and whiskey. Trowa was polite enough to give the man the benefit of a good drink before shooting him between the eyes if he had to.
  They didn't run into each other every time, but when they did it was the same routine. Whoever had the booth gave the other a looking over, scooted a little to give space, and promptly pretended they weren't nearly as interested in their guest party as they really were.
  Trowa had taken to thinking of the man as 'Lion', both in reference to his jewelry, and underlying attitude. He amused himself sometimes wondering what Lion thought of him.
  Lion was somewhere around eighteen or nineteen, with a distinctive scar between his eyes that would keep him from undercover work, and a tension in the shoulders that spoke of old, poorly healed wounds thick with scar tissue. Either a poor country Earther or a slum colonist. He didn't have the right calluses for a mobile suit pilot, or the automatic flinch at loud mechanical noises that a spacer raised in a derelict might.
  But he was still slim and pale, with knife scars and a trigger finger twitch to go with the hard edged eyes of a baby raised killer. Most Earth countries hid their pet projects better than that, and waited until their army recruits could at least sing tenor.
  But when you had no names, did any of that really matter? Because even with the burn of whiskey on his tongue, Lion's kiss was soothing and sweet, his hands sure and practiced to skip over tricky scars and linger on all the right points of another males body. He was firm all over with satiny skin and moonlight secrets Trowa had no ambition to learn. He didn't care where Lion came from, or how he knew to nuzzle just there, lick there, rumble a purr while drinking him in deep. None of those mysteries were as important as finding out of the man was up to doing it again.
  It would be frighteningly easy to look forward to these little rendezvous, if they happened with any regularity. It would be too easy to trust, to offer, if the other ever asked. But if he'd asked, Trowa would have to question, would have to dig and learn and lose a little of the sweetness in finding out. Their mutual silence kept them safe.
  There was no reason to distrust, no reason to go searching through databases and hunting for answers in order to verify the truths his body already knew. Lion was another animal shaped just wrong enough to be useful, to survive, but still ensouled with a beast that didn't bother with human niceties unless it had to.
  Two ships meeting in the night as Quatra might say. For as many nights as circumstances and alliances allowed.
  Re: Crossover: Kingdom Hearts/Gundam Wing, Leon/Trowa, it's the quiet ones
  2010-07-12 01:55 am UTC (link)
  nice interspection. no name and lion interesting pairing. they are very similar both raised for war, both silent. glad they could find some peace in each other for how ever long it lasted.