The Next Morning:
Reflections of Love
((Line: Yes, my
hentai-friends, we left the middle part out on purpose!!! This is a romantic story.... um.... novel. But
yeah, there will be dirty stuff coming up once our friends are chilling out in
their Gundams ... you’ll see.
This is, by the way, not part
of the roleplay anymore... I freakin’
did NOT wake up undressed on a naked Clees!!! I don’t long for that much
character-identification.
But now, sit back and enjoy, my friends if you still have the muse to
read on.
Sorry, but that is
what comes of it when two Gundam-Wing-freaky writers get their hands on two
computers. We typed the first part within two days by spending approximately
fifteen hours in front of the keyboard (including the desperate search for grammar
mistakes, don’t let me get started with commas! – And just to defend myself: I don’t speak English... well.. in the
native sense.) The problem is: we still can’t stop!!! We spent another two days
with the part that follows after this one (*snicker, giggle* - It’s gonna be
fun -) and we’ll spend the rest of our lives with this one, I guess. Leaves to
mention that we intended to go souvenir-shopping er.... a week ago but
strangely never ended up doing it…
I wonder how you ended
up reading this far! You must either be a total Gundam Wing freak (*winks at
Cleesy*), have nothing better to do or you must be very patient. Now, on with
the madness of the next morning and the ... mostly anti-hentai stuff of waking
up. And just to emphasize it: This is not
part of the role-play, so don’t start imagining!! *blush* Here we go.))
((ADDON BY Clees: OOoOOOo Line, yer so sexay!! *drool drool*
hehehehehheehhehe!!
*chibi-dragon-Wuffi-kins flies by with a sign reading “Continue with it
already!” and flips it over to show “And there’s no justice in any of this!!!”*
*BLINK* Um, right, well... yeah.))
Sunlight warmed the
closed eyelids of the boy, urging him out of sleep. He blinked emerald eyes before sleepily running a hand through
his tousled hair. He had had a wonderful
dream. He blushed lightly; a very
detailed dream, but wonderful none the less.
He looked about. It was pretty dark in the basement, but the
sun’s light shone through a small window above him. Trowa shivered, and then realized why: he was naked.
Something soft shifted
on his chest. The European looked down
to find some messy blond hair.
Carefully, the boy gently smoothed some of the almost-curly strands back
and an angelic face was revealed.
All of last night came
flying back to him; the vows of love exchanged, the first soft kiss, and
then... things spiraling out of control...
Trowa blushed. Yes, he could
feel his body’s contentment now, the strange feeling of being loved and loving
in return... but it was a pleasant feeling.
He smiled down to the blond boy in his arms.
Quatre was truly even
more beautiful in his sleep. The small
boy’s pale skin was glowing in the sunlight and even in the darkness of the
basement. Trowa kissed the other pilot's
forehead gently. Yes, now that he knew
the taste of that soft skin, he’d never be able to live without it. He thirsted for it; the tastes that only
intimacy can reveal.
Trowa marveled in
silence as the sun made those pale eyelashes glitter like flecks of gold. Quatre was too beautiful for words.
The taller boy slowly
became aware of the smaller’s arms wrapped around his waist and his legs
tangled with his. He sighed happily; it
was pure bliss being allowed so close to the Arabian. It still amazed him that someone so special had chosen someone as
empty as himself. But he had. And Trowa wasn’t about to turn his back on
such a warm offering. He loved Quatre
with all his heart, with all his being.
For whatever ill or good the small boy wanted this ghost for, he would
not turn him away.
Trowa felt almost full
again. Full of what? Full of happiness, full of love, full of
hope and full of another’s love; both emotional and physical representation of
it. And he was at peace. The wandering ghost found a reason to be
again, another reason than killing. He
would survive for the one who loved him.
The one who loved him...
Trowa smiled down at
the pretty Arabian and continued to hold him tightly and tenderly as he
slept. He knew someone might walk in on
them at any minute, but he didn’t care; all that had ever mattered, and all
that continued to matter, was in his arms.
And he would never let go. So he
didn’t wake his delicate lover, just watched his radiant face and lightly
stroked a hand up and down his pale back
in a loving, comforting gesture.
Quatre stretched an
arm as he softly returned from a peaceful sleep. He hardly moved feeling his
own body intertwined with Trowa’s. He smiled to himself – it was a wonderful
feeling to have the tall European so close and to lie on his chest. Here,
Quatre felt safe and protected, he wasn’t alone. He kept his eyes closed. The
moment was too blissful to just completely wake up.
It was not easy to
really understand all that had happened yesterday. It didn’t matter how
miserable the day had seemed to be at the very beginning. What matter was the
big change, the first kiss on his head and the moment he had eventually managed
to confess his feelings for Trowa. Then everything seemed to have bean a
dream... Trowa pulling him close to a kiss… Quatre was joyfully aware of the
fact that all this was true and no dream.
The emotion of the
sparkling evening was still floating in his body, even though it was much
fainter than the night before. It didn’t leave, it made room for something much
greater, much stronger than that. The feeling of belonging to someone, the
feeling of share love and adoration for one another.
How had the strong and
almost dark European ever ended up loving him, Quatre? Someone so different?
But did that really matter right now? Could he even ask something like this
when he himself didn’t know why he had fallen in love with Trowa? But whatever
had made the choice, it must had had a good heart at that time because Quatre
was allowed to be loved in return with the same intensity!
Not being able to
really understand what was happening in his seemingly small life, Quatre
cuddled as close to Trowa as possible, shedding a single tear onto the other’s
chest; a tear of joy. Quatre was so filled with relief, joy and infinite trust
that he didn’t really know to express himself other than letting it float out
of him. He wouldn’t move, just to hold the moment...
Trust – it was an
emotion which had always been closely connected with Trowa. And Quatre had not
been mistaken, he could trust the beautiful pilot completely. And Trowa could
trust him… Quatre hoped Trowa knew this and if not he would let him feel he
could.
And while all these
emotions and thought like a calm and waving mist welled up and down inside him,
a hand was softly caressing his naked body. He had only partly been aware of
that – he was not really awake yet. Now, he felt it’s soft tingling with
pleasure and concentrated on the soft touch. So Trowa was awake. And Trowa
still loved and cared. This was a good feeling and Quatre let it run through
him, as freely as it wanted to.
He smiled and let his
own hand, which was softly cuddling his lover’s waist, move over the warm,
sweet skin to let Trowa know, he was awake as well, and still full of growing
love of him
Ai shiteru, Quatre thought by himself, but now I can say it without fearing your answer. Ai shiteru, Trowa.
Quatre couldn’t help but smile.
Trowa smiled. The
blond was awake. Trowa leaned away a
moment to grab his turtleneck from off the floor were it had been carelessly
thrown in... um... the heat of the moment.
He laid it softly across the blond’s back, knowing that it was cold in
the basement. He didn’t want the
precious boy to get a cold.
He nuzzled Quatre’s
hair fondly. “Anything you want?” He started when a loud, annoying bird popped
out of a wooden birdhouse.
“COOO
COOOOOOOO!!!!” A digital voice followed
the bird’s exit. “Es ist dreizehn
Uhr. Haben Sie einen schönen Tag!”
Trowa blinked before
chuckling. “That was most
unexpected. It said it’s one
o’clock. I’d love to stay here, mizu
me, but the others...” Trowa slid a
hand along Quatre’s tempting side and down his hips. “We should probably make an appearance and check if there is
anything going on we should know about.
Then we can switch rooms, hopefully, and spend time alone
together...”. The European kissed the
top of his koi’s head.
Quatre looked up in
two beautiful emerald eyes as Trowa was speaking to him, blinking. It took him
a little to understand the sense of the words Trowa had said. He smiled and
kissed the beauty’s chest. ... and started to giggle.
“Trowa, you’re sweet,”
he said and fished for the buttoned shirt on his right, “and unfortunately
right,” he added with a sigh. He slid up some to nuzzle Trowa’s cheek, and then
look closely into the other’s eye. “Ai shiteru...” he whispered softly and
kissed the soft skin. “I can’t tell you how happy I am.”
Then, he forced
himself to roll away from Trowa and slid his arms into the pink shirt he had
carelessly lost the night before,
still smiling.
Trowa sighed
dramatically and picked his turtleneck up again. It would have been so nice to take advantage of the darkness and
the exquisitely nude boy beside him... But, no, they would have that night to
return to darkness and affection. And
every night, from now on...
The European smiled
giddily to himself as he dressed. Whoops, he should probably take a shower...
Trowa ran a hand through his messy hair and managed (after a few moments) to
get it back into order.
He smiled over to the
barely visible beauty across from him.
With the stealth of a sneaking panther, he crept over before lightly
tackling the blond, grabbing him from behind in long wiry arms. He covered the pale neck with light kisses
before kissing his ear. “Ready?”
Quatre smiled at the
gentle touch and leaned back against Trowa’s chest, letting himself being
kissed for a while. It was such a wonderful feeling to hide his own body in the
taller one’s but at that time it was impossible to cuddle up in the way, Quatre
would have liked to cuddle… He snickered a little. Unbelievable that all this
had seemed so unreachable before... and unbelievable he let himself think about
such things!
“Trowa,” he said
eventually, “we’re both really smelly,” and laughed.
“Mmm... But I like the
way you smell.” He stepped around to be
in front of the boy and picked him up, hooking Quatre’s separated legs around
his waist and holding him with his hands clasped and hooked under the Arabian’s
cute little bottom. He smiled slightly
and walked to the door, kissing the small boy lightly on the forehead. “Besides, I don’t think any of the others
will recognize it...”.
“I don’t care about
your smell, either,” he answered and swung his arms around Trowa’s shoulders,
enjoying being carried. He lovingly kissed back between his talking, “but I
feel like taking a shower.” He wiped one of the other’s brown bangs out of his
eyes and caressed Trowa’s nose with a light kiss. He didn’t really want to let
go of him.
Trowa gently lowered
him back to the ground when they reached the top of the stairs. The two stood in silence for a long
moment. Trowa longed to just hole up in
the cool, sweet darkness with the blond god and totally forget the others. But he couldn’t; and he knew the blond
couldn’t either. So, he opened the
door, kissing the Arabian chastely on the cheek. “See you after showers.”
He smiled slightly. “I’ll be
thinking about you every minute, koibito.
Ai shiteru.” Trowa forced
himself to leave, knowing he very well might just have slammed the door shut,
locked it and grabbed his lover in a passion filled embrace, but he knew that
then they’d have ended up in the basement all day... And he felt bad enough about Wufei’s condition to spare the
Chinese having to look for them and then the bleeding immediately following
once he found them.
The sun was shining brightly
through the window of the small house, Duo remembered being stationed at. No
wonder he couldn’t really see - the light was too intense to not hurt the still
sleepy eyes. But he could smell and feel. And there was a scent - a most
wonderful scent in his nose. Something was tickling him, almost making him
sneeze, as well.
And that was the moment,
when the sweet sensation returned to his brain. Could it be true, that he was
smelling Heero, and that his hair was tickling Duo’s nose so carelessly? Duo
sighed, unsure whether or not to try and open his eyes. This was most wonderful
and most real. No, no way this could be a dream! How cruel it would be if this
was a dream... He carefully reached out an unsure hand to brush - well...
anything, afraid that he could eventually touch nothing but his own skin. But
alas - he touched skin and it was not his own! A slight shiver ran through his
body - if this was really Heero, everything would have changed!
He forced his eyes open only
to be pressed back into his pillow with the very unromantic feeling of bright
sunshine stinging in his eyes. Hey!
He protested to the sunlight, I want to
see him! I want to see it is true! While he tried to slowly adjust to the
sunlight, his hands moved upwards some. A spine and a neck... and short hair
right under his own chin. A breeze was coming through the window picking up the
scent of the one on Duo’s breast. There was no question! It must be Heero - it
was the same sweet smell. Then all of what he remembered was true. No wonder it
seemed so real, then.
Duo jerked his eyes open, no
matter how painful it would be and found the pain bearable since his eyes had
almost adjusted to his light surroundings. Almost breathlessly he dared to look
down on himself. And there he was - Heero Yuy - sleeping with an almost
peaceful expression on the usually so dark and concerned face. He looked even
more beautiful this way. Realizing that all this was true caused Duo’s body to
increase it’s heart beat. He hoped it wouldn’t wake Heero and tried to breath
without moving too much, so the Japanese could sleep soundly.
The idea of Heero sleeping
seemed so unfamiliar to Duo. He could hardly remember seeing the pilot sleep - really sleep. Heero always was the last
to go to sleep and the first to wake. As if he was afraid of being found
sleeping in such a weak and innocent manner. However, now it seemed as if Heero
trusted Duo just enough to lay down peacefully in the American’s arms and just
sleep, no matter what happened to the world. Seeing that was sweet and amusing
at the same time.
What
did I do? Duo asked himself, looking down at the sweet curves and muscles on
Heeros’s body of which the downer part disappeared under a blanket. And he was
so close! But having Heero close was not painful anymore. It was wonderful - a
miracle. Duo was anyway worried. If it was true that Heero had had no real idea
about emotions of that kind, maybe it was wrong to do what he had done. But Heero had asked for it! Heero had
asked for more and Heero had behaved as if he was comfortable with sharing all
that love. And, Duo admitted to himself, he could not possibly have resisted
such a sweet offer - not from Heero!
He settled these
uncomfortable thoughts aside and enjoyed the closed eyelids and the dark, a
little messy hair that rested on Heero’s forehead. He enjoyed seeing the
muscular back that laid curved upon his own naked body - and it was better than
any dream! Heero’s right arm was almost tucked under Duo and covered by the
chestnut hair that was spread everywhere around him. Heero had definitely
enjoyed to see it unbraided and Duo did not regret that he had to expect a long
and painful procedure to bring the strands back in line.
He softly let his hand slide
along the light-colored skin down the line of Heero’s spine and smiled. He
longed to kiss his koibito’s forehead and hold him tight but he wouldn’t try to
wake him. If Heero for once could sleep soundly and peacefully, he should
profit from it as much as he could. Duo, for his part, was satisfied with just
watching and slightly touching the beauty in his arms.
Heero blinked dark blue eyes
slowly, sleepily. He felt so
delightfully sluggish. It was a weird
feeling, but interesting and pleasant.
Normally he woke up all at once, that is, whenever he slept. Which was not often.
Groggily, the boy
soldier tried to take stock of his surroundings. Whatever his head was on, it was moving and there was a beating
noise coming from it. It was also firm
but soft at the same time. Skin!
Why would he have a
pillow made of skin?? Oh, no, wait, the
beating noise...
Heero flexed his left
hand slowly. A body... yes, he was
laying half-on a body.
Was it someone he
killed? That’d be weird... Why would he sleep on a dead body?
Heero took a deep
breath and his eyes blinked back the strange, sleepy feeling as best they could
and focused. That smell... He was laying on Duo. Duo...
He tightened his grip
and wiggled up closer to the American, rubbing his cheek on the firm chest
below it. Yes, that mouth-watering
smell was the baka himself. A weird
feeling in the pit of his stomach sparked as he realized he and the boy under
him were both naked. What had lead to
this wonderful happening?
Last night... yes,
last night he had nearly left on a suicide mission because he loved that crazy
boy, but then he found out Duo felt the same... and then he had been carried to
Duo’s bed... and then... Heero blushed some.
And then he was in the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his short
life. Nothing could ever compare or
begin to touch the sensations of what Duo showed him last night.
Heero yawned
uncontrollably. He blinked. He had never yawned before. Strange.
But then again, his
life wasn’t really considered normal to begin with.
Heero softly kissed
the chest beneath him. There was a
lovely taste. He nuzzled the damp skin
gently, curling up more around Duo’s body.
The Japanese breathed in deeply, the enticing scent of the other
everywhere around him. He felt a light
touch on his back and he sat up some to look down into Duo’s face. He yawned again, letting his eyes
close. He blinked them open and rubbed
an eye sleepily. Smiling with
heart-stopping sweetness, he said simply:
“Ohayo.“
Duo smiled down on the
Japanese as he woke up and watched the unique process of different emotions
running through his face. Confusion, to begin with, a yawn and finally a simple
but nice “good morning” from his lover’s blushed face.
He softly placed a
kiss on Heero’s blushed forehead.
“What? Remembering
last night?” he smiled, “Or why would your cheeks be so innocent and red?”
Heero felt the intense
urge to laugh and didn’t turn it away.
He laughed, carelessly and happily, for the first time in perhaps his
entire life.
“I can’t hide it,
yes. But my face is red? Is that supposed to happen afterwards?“ He touched his face curiously before sliding
up from the bed with considerable grace and looking in a small mirror on the
piano. He looked at his reflection in
wonder, hoping it didn’t stay like that for long.
Duo mercilessly
laughed into Heero’s face. It was good, it felt really good, to see him so
happy.
“Nope,” he answered
flatly, “you are embarrassed, koibito. - There’s no need to be, though. If the
others see you like that, they’ll become pretty suspicious and ask for the
reasons for your strange behavior. Then I
will be blushing.”
“ Hm.“ Heero turned and looked back to the still
covered boy on the bed. He leaned back
on the old piano in one of his usual stances, watching his lover’s eyes. After a moment, he walked back over to the
bed and slid under the covers, straddling Duo’s lap. He leaned down and kissed Duo passionately.
Duo enjoyed the other
one’s care for a while but the sun shone brightly and it told him that it was
quite late. If Quatre - wherever he was - required to get into his room now, he
could not refuse him. A strange image of Wufei looking through the window and
getting a nosebleed popped up in his head.
“No... no...!” he
protested weakly, “We need to get up, Heero.”
Heero looked at him
blankly before kissing him again, his tongue finding Duo’s. In between kisses, he murmured out a, “Why?
I want you,“ he stated in his deep
voice. He didn’t let the braided one end
the kiss, sucking lightly at the other’s tongue in a way he had found to be
very effective in coaxing his lover into loving him.
Duo could hardly
resist returning all of Heero’s love in the same, caring way but - it couldn’t
be - not now. He softly pushed Heero away from him, although he regretted it as
he did so. What had he done to the cute Japanese? He was more longing than Duo
himself - and much more careless...!
“The others will
wonder what we’re doing and besides, this is also Quatre’s room.”
Duo kissed Heero’s
forehead before getting himself out of bed and picking up his clothes. His long
hair fell around his shoulders - in knots and slopes. He expected a lot of fun
tearing these apart... Maybe, after all, he shouldn’t have let Heero open the
braid.
Heero fell back to the
bed with a thump and watched Duo. He
was disappointed and wondered for a moment whether Duo just didn’t want to make
love to him anymore. The soldier didn’t
understand. The boy shook the normally
messy black hair out of his eyes and watched Duo dress. He regretted losing the lovely sight of a
naked Duo to black cloth, but the more he thought about it, it did make
sense.
Heero picked up his
clothes and put them on in less than a minute and was tying his shoelaces when
he looked up to see Duo just picking up his shirt. He couldn’t resist a slight twitch in the corner of his
mouth. The boy finished tying up his
shoes and grabbed a brush. Once Duo had
slipped the shirt over his head, Heero gently pulled the long strands out from
under the shirt and began carefully, but effectively, brushing out the
knots. Heero loved the long, shiny
chestnut hair. It was just as soft as
it looked; a real treasure. He brushed,
taking any excuse he could to just get his hands on it. And he finished in record time; he was the
Perfect Soldier. Of course he was
effective and fast, ne?
He snatched up a
rubber-band and braided the hair quickly and tightly - how he knew Duo always
had it.
Quatre let his lover
walk away, trying hard not to hold him back and pull him inside the bathroom.
Unfortunately, he let reason win over emotion and crossed the corridor to his
and Duo’s room.
Duo will be suspicious about me being away all night… How am I going to
explain?
He gently laid his
hand down on the knob, took a deep breath and... found the door locked. Nani? Why would Duo lock him out of his own
room?
“Duo?” he whispered, wondering whether he was still
sleeping... Maybe he was just changing right now. Quatre shrugged and waited.
Trowa looked out the
window. No, Heero wasn’t on the
balcony... Oh well, Heero could take care of himself. The tall European picked up the clean set of clothes he had
gotten out and went into the bathroom recently discovered upstairs. He forced himself under the shower’s water,
a bit reluctant to wash away the proof of their love, but he knew it was
necessary. He showered quickly and
dried off. Dressing, his mind was
completely gone on Quatre. He still
couldn’t get his lover’s perfect form out of his head.
Duo closed his eyes
while Heero brushed his hair. It was unbelievable how careful he went to work
and how effective. Duo would have yanked on the strands for a long time but
Heero seemed to run through them as easily as he could take off his clothes.
When he felt the
moving stop, he opened his eyes to find himself in front of the mirror with a
tight braid and the rubber band in his hair. It was over already? How
disappointing. He wouldn’t have mind Heero to brush his hair for the next three
hours - well, he probably wouldn’t have resisted kissing him that long.
Resistance... This
would be a long day, Duo was sure of that. And he wondered how he was supposed
to act towards the others. Should they know or shouldn’t they? What would Heero
want?
“Arigatou,“ he said
and thanked the Japanese with a kiss as someone pushed down the latch of the
door.
“Um... coming,
Quatre.”
Heero nodded, slipping
back into his
I’m-going-to-kick-everyone’s-ass-and-you’re-gonna-deal-with-it-mode. It was easier for him than being himself,
which he was slowly discovering when he was with Duo. The emptiness inside him was starting to fill, but he was not
exactly sure how and what would become of it.
But as long as Duo would stay by his side, he knew it wouldn’t have to
be a painful experience.
The Japanese sat down
at the computer and began checking the mail.
He grunted when he saw the one Duo had sent, but didn’t make any other
noise than that. He resisted the urge
to kiss the braided one for his concern in taking such action. Instead, he checked the new mail and found
no new emails from the scientists.
Apparently they hadn’t looked at their mail yet.
Duo unlocked the door,
smiling. “Hello, Quatre!!!” he said happily, almost ready to hug the innocent,
blond Arabian. Quatre threw him a startled look and wondered whether Duo was
alright. But then, after all, Duo was naturally strange.
Quatre passed Duo
quickly picking up some clothing from the board. He noticed Heero on the
computer, checking his mail. He was glad none of them asked where he had been.
Before leaving, he absent-mindedly opened a window - the room was sticky and
warm. Finally, he locked himself in the bathroom, undressed and showered. It
was a pity to wash anything off that still had bit of Trowa on it, but he had to get rid of all the sweat, and really
needed to wash that greasy blond hair.
His mind set on his
koibito, Quatre cleaned and washed himself, not noticing that the time he spent
under the shower was quite long... ((Line: This was not meant hentai! He just lost track of time, all lost in his
thoughts))
“Will you get out of
there someday?” Duo called through the bathroom, assuming, Wufei took an
extra-long shower to tease him. He heard the water stop running.
“Sorry, Duo, I’ll be
out in a minute!” Quatre’s voice came from inside.
“Okay. Tell me, then.
And don’t let anyone else inside!!!”
So it was not Wufei?
It was almost two o’clock by now... where was Wufei, actually? And he hadn’t
see Trowa, either.
Trowa came almost
bouncing down the stairs, a slight smile on his lips. He stopped at the end of the stairs and stretched his arms over
his head, a bit sore from sleeping on the cement floor, but he was pleased by
this. He had mostly served as his
lover’s pillow and cushion when he finally fell asleep, and so he could safely
assume only he got the cramps from the hard floor. He yawned lightly, covering his mouth politely with a hand before
blushing a faint pink.
Duo was in the hall,
next to the bathroom and looking at him with a single, questioning eyebrow
raised. Trowa smiled a little
half-smile at him and earned an even more confused look. He silently nodded his chin upwards and
headed for the kitchen, intent on making some breakfast er.... late lunch
type-meal.
Heero stood up and
casually looked down at the bed. Well,
there were some fresh and rather nice memories. He ran a hand through his normally messy hair and glanced about. He’d hate to leave such a wonderful setting,
but he had to. It was all so sudden and
strange...
In one night, the ache
and confusion he had been suffering under for many months ended and new
feelings were found. Happiness,
completion and even for that brief night, Heero was relieved of the pressures
of having to be a robotical and Perfect Soldier.
Heero smiled his rare
smile, the one he now reserved for Duo alone.
Wufei blinked his
black eyes open. He breathed in
deeply. He had had a most strange
dream.
The pilot ran a hand
through his disheveled hair and swallowed an impending yawn. Weird, his hair was out of it’s usual
ponytail. It must have snapped off
during his sleep. He glanced about,
coming back to consciousness quickly.
He tended to be a light sleeper, as all strong warriors should be. But something was amiss...
Wufei normally slept in
night garments; baggy, white drawstring pants and a short-sleeved, white
shirt. This was the style he had grown
up with, and had continued to keep as a sort of remembrance to his home colony. But now he had awoken to find his garments
on the floor below. The room he had
chosen had a single bunk-bed, and were only large enough for one person in each
bed to comfortably stretch out on. He
had slept on the top, and as he blinked down at his discarded clothing, he
couldn’t think of a single reason for them being not on him.
And wait... that
smell... It was the smell from his
dream. Wufei’s brow furrowed in
confusion. Everything was set up like
it was in his dream...
Cautiously, Wufei
spread out his arms and legs, seeking something, anything. But no, he was alone. The Chinese pilot rolled onto his back and
hugged himself. He tried to pretend it
was those other arms around him and not his own. But that was foolish and for the weak-hearted....
But he couldn’t help
it. His dream was so... so strange, but
he longed for it to be real. Wufei was
at odds with himself; how could he have possibly wanted to be with his sworn
rival and enemy? He recognized his
enemy to be strong, cunning, worthy of his time and extremely attractive. But to dream of him...? And in such a manner...
Wufei shivered. Part of him wanted this dream to be true,
and the other part of him loathed the idea.
Now was not a time to be weak...
He would kill his enemy for the unjust actions he had done, he would
pay. But how could he kill him when
that other part of him wanted to forgive him and just start over? To find love in this brutal war would be
surely a miraculous thing. Wufei’s
heart throbbed painfully. And what
about finding love in the one your fighting war against??
Where was the honor in
that?
In the end, the pilot
could not deny his dismay at finding his bed empty, to find that the dream had
been simply that; a dream.
He sighed and hoisted
himself up, sitting with his bare legs dangling from the top of the bunk. The smell in his dream was everywhere, at
least he believed he imagined it to be.
In his dreams, his forbidden and hated rival was his salvation from
being consumed in hate; his lover and comforter. He jumped to the floor, giving one last look at the empty, warm
bed.
Oh Treize, my body acts as if there was more to this strange dream, but
my mind tells me there is nothing. But
I long to tell my mind it is wrong...
Sighing in sorrow, the
boy went about getting dressed.
Quatre let Duo take
the shower for himself, bouncing out of the bathroom and piling up the dirty
clothing in a suitcase. He now wore a light green shirt instead of his favorite
pink one and beige pants. He smiled out of the window, still in remembrance of
Trowa and what had happened the night before. Sure, sleeping on the stony
ground was not one of his favorite pastimes, but he had had the loveliest
pillow of all.
Quatre couldn’t resist
the urge to go and look where his lover was by now, and sauntered through the
corridor, following the clattering noises from the kitchen. He poked his head
through the door and smiled.
“Trowa.” He narrowed
his eyes in a full-face grin and stretched out a lovingly waving hand.
Trowa looked up at the
name and smiled some. It was the cute
little Arabian himself. “Mizu me.” The
tall boy crouched and sought out the pan that was evading him. “Are the other’s upset about us being asleep
so long?”
Finding the elusive
pan, he took it out and stood back up.
He set it on the burner and turned to the slices of cheese and bread
awaiting him.
Quatre entered the
kitchen, intending to distract the handsome European from making food. He swung
his arms around his hips from behind, cuddling close to him, placing his cheek
on a warm back, smelling the freshness of a recently cleaned body.
”I don’t know, it
almost seems as if they had slept as much as we did. Duo was just getting into
the bathroom to shower and Heero checked his mail. I didn’t see Wufei at all.
Hope he isn’t angry – still.”
“True. Hmm, probably not. Wufei tends to hold grudges...
I wonder though, why would they sleep so late? I thought there was almost a contest between Wufei and Heero to
see who could wake up the earliest.”
Trowa deadpanned, extremely distracted by the sly Quatre. He leaned a little back into the smaller
boy’s arms, his own hands intertwining with the blond’s. “I was going to make grilled cheese
sandwiches for everyone, but I’m afraid you’re going to make it difficult to
concentrate, hmm?”
Quatre smiled some,
rubbing his cheek on Trowa’s soft shirt with closed eyes. “That’s what I
intended to do,” he admitted, but then he pulled back from him, letting his own
arms sliding out from under Trowa’s. “I just wonder what the others will think
if they find us like this…” He walked next to his emerald-eyed koi on the
counter to cut of the edges of the cheese. “Let me at least help you with
this.”
“I cannot deny you
anything, even though I’d rather you didn’t do any work.” Trowa smiled slightly and poured some
cooking oil into the pan, and turned the burner on. He turned back to the contents on the countertop and began
spreading butter on them.
A set of cold eyes
watched a careful distance away through binoculars. Under the eyes’ scrutiny, a Chinese boy buttoned up the front of
his same ethnic-styled, white shirt.
The boy then brushed his fingers through liquid black hair, pulling it
all back into a tight, little and neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. The Asian sighed and looked out the window a
moment before regaining his proud composure.
He closed his eyes and touched the top bunk in his room before shaking
his head and leaving the room.
“Yes, my little
dragon, if it is easier for you to accept things if you believe they are only
dreams. But I know it is real, and
every moment I steal to be with you, I cherish.”
“Commander
Khushrenada?”
Treize sighed before
answering the voice. “Yes, Lady Une?”
“You should not
venture out on your own, sir, without letting someone know and escort you. We would never be able to afford your
demise.”
“I am aware of that
Une. But, sometimes...” the leader of
OZ looked back to the now empty room he had stayed the night in, “...sometimes
the needs of the heart are more important than logic.”
“Sir??”
“Never mind. I’m returning now. And don’t worry Une, I know how to fight in an MS. I am not a weakling commander.”
“Yes sir, we await
your return.”
_________
Part II
Duo stepped out of the
bathroom, stretching and yawning, his dried hair falling down his shoulders and
his back. Such a pity, Heero had braided it all for nothing, but if his hair
needed a wash, it needed a wash – no matter what. At least he hadn’t had any
difficulties brushing it, not after Heero had rid him so carefully of all the
knots. He let placed himself in front of a long mirror and let his hands
separate three strands – the usual routine.
But what if....?
Another thought popped up in his mind. Duo raised an eyebrow and decided to let
his hair stay the way it was, just to see a few reactions on it; especially
Heero’s. The Japanese was nowhere to be seen, and even though it ached Duo to
run right into his arms, he forced himself to accept the Japanese’s privacy if
he wanted some. The only place to go, then – so his stomach told him – was the
kitchen.
He found Quatre and
Trowa preparing something to eat, and hoped instantly they weren’t only
thinking about themselves while doing this. He sniffed cheese and bread in the
air.
“Hey, that smells
good, can I have some of that?!” he asked cheerfully.
Quatre hadn’t noticed
Duo entering and was happy he had only silently prepared the cheese standing next to Trowa – not, of course, without
sending a loving glance every now and then at the beautiful shape next to him.
“Sure,...” he replied
absent minded, “but only if you... Duo?!” Quatre had just turned around to see
Duo standing in the door, his chestnut brown hair covering most of his black
shirt. He couldn’t remember having seen Duo without braided hair, not even
before he went to sleep.
“What?!” the American
replied, as if everything was perfectly right, but secretly he enjoyed Quatre’s
startled reaction; it amused him.
Trowa looked over at
Duo upon hearing his lover’s exclamation and nearly dropped the bread he was
painting with buttery goodness.
Instead, he calmly and softly decided to ask him.
“Duo, your hair is
down,” he stated, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Wufei bumped into
Heero in the corridor. Literally. He looked up from the floor and quickly put
his normal scowl in place.
“What’s going on?”
The stoic pilot just
looked back at the grumpy Chinese.
“Waiting.”
The black-haired pilot
nodded. “Think we’ll be getting a
mission soon then. Hm, good.”
Heero looked
questioningly at him, but kept his observations to himself. He saw something different in Wufei this
morning. He couldn’t place it, but
there was definitely something. It was
odd; he had seen this difference a couple of times before. The other boy would seem flushed, a bit more
on edge than usual and almost dreamy at the same time. His posture was a bit more relaxed than
normal and whatever weight that was on those proud shoulders slumped a little
heavier.
Heero didn’t comment
as Wufei stalked past for the kitchen.
It wasn’t his place to question, nor was it any of his business. It was on these strange mornings he
respected Wufei even more and remembered there was much more to this pilot than
there seemed.
His stomach growled
and told him that while Duo was quite delicious, he wasn’t considered
substantial food. So the Perfect Soldier
followed his grumpy teammate to the kitchen.
“And?” Duo asked, and
started chopping some of the bacon that he found next to Quatre’s cheese. He
stuffed a piece of it in his mouth, secretly pleased with himself. It was easy
to startle these pilots, and quite funny, too.
Quatre watched Duo
with suspicion. What had happened to him? He used to be so protective to not
let anyone see the braid open, and
all of a sudden he intended to display it to all of them? Quatre had to admit, that the freshly washed and silky
hair looked quite nice on Duo, even though it took a while to get used to it.
Was it just the prank of the moment,
Duo was displaying here, or would he wear his hair like that in future, too? It
was not really very practical.
Duo felt Quatre’s gaze
upon him. The Arabian was standing there, open-mouthed. Duo had a hard time to
behave normal. He tried not to grin – or worse – burst out laughing. It worked
so far.
“What’s that-Duo!?”
Wufei raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“You look like an onna.” He snorted before taking out some plates and
glasses. He left a moment later to set
the table, and ignore the others.
Heero entered a moment
later. His expression didn’t visibly
change when his dark eyes fell upon Duo, but there was a slight quirk of the
corner of his mouth. Trowa nor Quatre
would be able to notice, but he knew it was enough to let his lover know he was
surprised and pleased.
The stoic boy went
over to Duo and hugged him from behind, burying his face in those silky
strands.
Trowa, being the ever
calm person he is, just quirked an eyebrow before smiling slightly to
himself. Looks like him and Quatre
weren’t the only ones to find love. He
continued cooking the grilled cheese, flopping a finished sandwich on to a
ready-standing plate. He was just
secretly glad that Wufei had left the room and was too involved in his own
world to take notice of this. Trowa
wasn’t looking forward to having to clean up any blood today...
“Uh... Heero?!” Duo
gasped in shock. He hadn’t expected the sweet boy to take such action in front
of others. He definitely enjoyed it thought and smiled, letting himself be
hugged. He let go of the knife and the bacon and brushed his fingers over the
soft skin on Heero’s arms.
Quatre was even more
surprised by seeing this. He had had no idea of either Duo nor Heero’s feelings
for one another. He decided to be happy for them. So, if this was the case, and
the grumpy pilot named Wufei, who certainly would not appreciate such lovely
news this morning (or afternoon), was anyway outside...
Well, then, we’re happy, too, he thought and grabbed Trowa’s cute
hips, forcing him to turn around, so they could face each other and their eyes
could meet. He couldn’t stand that beautiful gaze for long and instantly
cuddled the other pilot, kissing his chin, and giggling slightly.
Trowa smiled slightly,
and kissed the top of the blond’s head.
“Mizu me, though I’d love to let you distract me from the food, it’d be
unwise to leave flammable things unattended on the burner...”. Despite his soft words, the pilot didn’t
disengage himself from his small partner.
“Hn.” was all Heero’s
reply. He kissed Duo’s neck gently
before stepping back to retrieve something to drink from the fridge. Taking out some bottles of stuff with German
all over it, he opened their lids and sniffed.
“Mineral water and
apple juice,” Trowa supplied.
“Hn.” Heero nodded in approval, then paused only a
moment to register Trowa and Quatre were a couple now as well. Smiling inwardly to himself, he joined the
Chinese boy in the dining room.
Trowa smiled slightly
over at Duo. “Is it safe to assume you
woke up as late as we did?”
Duo grinned knowingly.
“Yes, we did. And as far as I see it, even for the same reason. I am happy it
worked out like this, even though you both did not believe the good and wise
Master Duo.” He made a serious
face, only to burst out laughing right after that, and brushing his hair behind
his ear before it could fall onto the bacon.
“Oh, sorry Duo. I
should’ve listened to you. It would have spared us both a lot of pain,” Quatre
replied, giving his koibito a last kiss before disengaging himself. “Heero’s
wise, though. I should go to the dining room, before the food will burn. We
can’t really work in the same room, Trowa.” He winked nicely and followed Heero
out of the kitchen.
Duo watched after
Quatre. The boy was really a cute one, no wonder Trowa liked him so much. And
Quatre’s choice didn’t seem less intense. Trowa indeed was an adorable character, so the only thing left to do for Duo was
to be happy for them. And as the Arabian had left he sent a slight glare at
Trowa.
“How come...?” he
simply asked.
Trowa shrugged,
letting the glare slide off him. “Our
own business Duo.” He sent a slightly
sardonic, but otherwise expressionless look at Duo. “It couldn’t have been any easier for you and Heero.” He flipped over the sandwich in the pan,
sighing inwardly. Well, he resigned
himself, I’ll take this one. Who knows,
maybe he liked some things burnt beyond recognition after all.
“No, it wasn’t. I’ll
keep it to myself for a change, though.” Nobody needed to know about Heero’s
intended suicide mission and whatever happened afterwards. He brushed another
strand behind his back to keep it off of the food. He would never be able to
keep his hair open, it would always be in the way. At least Heero could enjoy
the full sight of it in the evening.
“Mind if we switch
rooms, though?” he asked, smirking.
“Not in the
least. Actually, I must confess, I had
forgotten to ask you the same. I’m pleasantly
surprised to see that there shouldn’t be any complaints from you or Heero’s
part.” Trowa flopped the finished
sandwich onto the plate and started another.
Wufei stalked in a
moment later, and picked up the salt and pepper. He left in almost the exact same moment. Trowa glanced over at Duo before turning his
eyes back over to the sandwich. “Is it
just me, or does Wufei seem different today?
He didn’t lecture us on our sleeping in, so he must have just gotten up
as well. Strange... don’t you think?”
the observant pilot flipped the sandwich over, careful to not burn himself with
the frying oil.
Duo shrugged. “Dunno.
Maybe he picked up what was going yesterday,...” he displayed his patent smirk
again. “Nooooo... he can’t. I don’t think we’ll find out, though.” He grinned
slightly, Heero popping back into his mind, and chopped ... the skin on his
finger.
“Damnit! Stupid
Japanese...”, he closed the kitchen door to open the first-aid box, holding his
finger to his mouth and tasting blood.
Meanwhile, Quatre was
setting out the plates and searched for something to put the hot pan on,
roaming through the cupboards. “I am sure I have-” he couldn’t finish the
sentence – it ended in a loud and hearty sneeze. “Oh, no...” He fished for a
tissue in his pocket and blew his nose. The last thing he needed right now was
a cold. “I’ll... make some tea,” he said, resigned.
Trowa smiled
slightly. He finished the sandwich and
started another. Hmm... he was curious
though. He, like Heero, had observed
strange behavior in Wufei on certain mornings.
Though it worried him, Trowa knew better than to try to talk with
him. Trowa wasn’t big on
self-preservation, but he wasn’t that eager to get brutally killed.
He glanced up when
Quatre entered. “Hey mizu me.”
Heero and Wufei
finished setting the table and sat across from each other, and took up glaring
at the other to avoid boredom.
“You were faint
yesterday. Better?”
“Fine. When do you think we’ll get assigned a
mission?”
“Soon.”
“Good.”
“Hn.” An then the glaring contest resumed.
Quatre looked up at Trowa,
still having some tears in his eyes, which had come with the sneezing. “Hi...”
he started and just had time to grab the tissue again and hold it in front of
his mouth before he sneezed again. “... Trowa....”, he finished the sentence.
He silently poured some water in the boiler and switched it on. He growled
slightly… resting on the floor had maybe not been the best idea of the year.
Duo had eventually fumbled a
band-aid out of the little box and tried to put it on his finger with one hand.
“What do you think about Wufei’s latest behavior, Quatre?” he said, one side of
the band-aid between his teeth.
“Hm,” Quatre said, sniffing
a little, “he has been like this from time to time lately. I wonder what’s wrong.”
He held his breath, waiting for the next sneeze to come but it didn’t, and so
he packed the tissue away, swearing silently.
“You noticed it too.” Trowa
stated quietly, flipping the sandwich over.
“I don’t think he’d do anything more than try to do bodily harm to
whoever tries to talk with him about it.”
He was silent a moment. “Do you
think it has anything to do with Treize?”
He looked over at Quatre as he sneezed.
“Oh... Anything I can do to
help?”
“No, thanks...a...
lot...!” Quatre said, preventing another sneeze. “The floor might have been too
cold... Treize?” he asked, measuring the tea-leaves in a net. “What makes you
think so?”
“Well, as often as
Wufei is babbling about Treize, not to mention their numerous fights...” Duo
answered, finally having managed to stick the band-aid to his finger. “It’s
very well possible that something’s going on we don’t know.”
Quatre thought for a
moment, he even stopped making tea. Yes, true. Wufei used to behave strange
when Treize’s name was mentioned. It was very well possible that this didn’t
only come from complete hate against this enemy. And there was no question at
all, whether Trieze found Wufei attractive. If not, Wufei would have been long
dead by now…
“You might actually be
right,” he concluded loudly and ... sneezed.
“Hmm...” Trowa flopped
the sandwich out and put the last one in.
Then, perhaps something had happened last night when the other’s were...
urm... occupied. “I can’t help but wonder...
if we are correct, what must it be doing to Wufei?” They all knew the Chinese had only his pride and honor to hang
onto, with his home colony destroyed.
But how much of those two simple things were being compromised due to
any involvement with Treize? Especially
if it turned out to be the romantic kind...
The European softly remarked, “I have even more respect for him now...”.
The voice of the topic
yelled loudly from the dining room. “Is
the food ready yet?”
Duo took some of the
food and left the kitchen. Carrying some of the food outside was a good excuse
to get back to Heero. “I’d be interested to watch it a little,” he said while leaving, motioning to the dining room,
where the voice had come from.
“Pretty smart, Trowa,”
Quatre said finally, “you might be right… As far as I know him, he would be
pretty upset with himself to notice that he finds him so attractive.” He
sneezed again. “Damn, I can’t get sick. I want to be fit tonight.” He winked.
“I’ll come to eat when the tea’s ready, okay?”
Duo smiled friendly at
Heero, trying to break the staring contest with his open-haired presence,
slowly setting the food on the table between Heero and Wufei, his hair sliding
down his back as he bent down. Duo used one hand to put it back where it came
from, smiling some as he plopped down onto a seat, brushing some crumbs off his
black priest-outfit. Smirking, he took his hat, which had been dangling on his
side till then, and placed it on his head, covering his purple eyes in shadows.
Heero’s attention was
successfully diverted from Wufei to Duo.
He openly stared at Duo when he sat down and flopped his hat on. But his stomach soon noticed that there was
food now close at hand, and he retrieved one of the sandwiches and began eating
it, his blue eyes focusing on the plate and sandwich under his nose.
Trowa, meanwhile, nodded
to Quatre. He was concerned, but the
blond was more than able to take care of himself. So, he forced himself to turn and leave. He sat down at the table next to the seat
usually taken by Duo. He fished out the
burned-to-a-crisp one and started eating it stoically. He gave up after about three more big bites,
discovering that no, he did not like grilled cheese in that manner.
Wufei, as soon as Heero looked away, looked down at his
plate sullenly. The European diagonal
of him noticed. Normally, Wufei would
have a little smirk at the small triumph, and proudly seized one of the
sandwiches for himself. But the boy was
just gazing downwards. After a moment,
Wufei looked up, placed his chin in his palm and leaned an elbow on the
table. He looked out a nearby window
dreamily, lost in his own thoughts.
Trowa’s eyes narrowed
slightly. He was worried about the
boy. Wufei wasn’t one to moodswing, but
lately... Something was going on. But Trowa would his observations to himself
and not ask Wufei about them. It was
his business; if the boy didn’t want to talk with anyone about it, then there
was nothing to talk about. Trowa knew
very well how important privacy can be, and everyone has secrets they would
rather not speak aloud. Whatever it was
hung heavy on Wufei’s soul, and if he didn’t want help, then that’s his choice
to make.
Heero noticed Trowa’s
minute facial movement and followed his un-obvious gaze. Hn, so Trowa noticed it too. Well, that’s no big surprise. If anyone would notice ANYTHING, subtle or
tiny, it would be Trowa. The pilot’s
instincts were amazing. Heero focused
his sight on the usually grumpy pilot across from him and watched. He was curious, but like Trowa, he would not
approach or breach Wufei’s privacy to find out what it was.
Duo noticed the
general attention was drawn to Wufei and watched from the corner of his eye. He
was very well aware of Wu-man’s latest changes. None of them was stupid enough
to overlook this, except maybe Wufei who didn’t seem to notice that he was
behaving differently. Duo grabbed a sandwich, focusing on Heero, now, waiting
for the other’s eye to contact his, so he was able to throw a questioning look
at him.
The silent chewing on
the table was only broken by Quatre’s light sneeze as he entered the door and
almost dropped his tea. “Excuse me...” he said lightly, setting down the teacup
and digging for his tissue again. He sat down next to Trowa. He didn’t feel
hungry at all and only warmed his hands on the hot teacup, waiting for it to
become cool enough to drink some.
Trowa smiled to the
blond. “Would you like one?” he asked
softly, referring to the sandwiches.
Heero glanced over at Duo
and noticed his silent question. Heero
glanced back at Wufei. The boy was turned
a little to face the window and was avidly staring out, a wistful expression on
his face. One hand, the one his chin
wasn’t occupying, was drumming it’s fingers gently on the tabletop. Heero looked back to Duo and shrugged
slightly. He finished his sandwich and
picked up another. He eyed the
mountainous pile of sandwiches. Looks
like they’ll all be here a while to finish all of them off. Usually it was all out war to get something, since Wufei and Duo had the
biggest appetites out of the five. But
with Wufei’s mind obliviously occupying another galaxy, Heero doubted even Duo
could eat enough to get rid of all these sandwiches.
Quatre needed a while to
pick up Trowa’s question and looked at the sandwiches and then down into his
teacup. “No, thank you, Trowa,” he answered quietly, feeling uncomfortable on
the silent table, when everybody was watching and thinking about Wufei. “I
don’t feel hungry,” he added, to break that damned silence, but the timid words
just seemed to echo away. He took a sip from the hot tea, his elbows resting on
the table in a very non-aristocratic manner. He didn’t care. He felt sick and
that was the last thing he wanted to be right now.
Duo grabbed for another
sandwich, hiding himself behind long hair, bangs and hat, silently watching
Wufei. He had very well picked up Heero’s reaction, which was no help at all.
Duo wondered whether he should even be curious about Wufei’s problems... But
then, how could he help it? The Chinese wasn’t only not eating, his eyes fixed
on something out of space, he was practically absent. Nobody seemed to have an
acceptable clue what had happened to Wufei. Duo couldn’t come up with anything
better than Trowa’s Kushrenada-story either. But hell, if his own little
Duo-world was only focused on love, just like Trowa’s, Quatre’s and Heero’s,
not necessarily all the world had to deal with the same problem; at least not
Wufei. The sweetest problem of all, by
the way, he let himself know. And even if… maybe something, the house, the
garden, or anything else reminded poor Wufei of Meiran, his deceased wife, and
that was all. Still he couldn’t help watching the Chinese curiously, his eyes
properly hidden in the shadow of his hat.
Trowa nodded to Quatre’s
answers. The quiet conversation stopped
after that, neither of the pair encouraging it. Trowa knew Wufei better than the others. He knew the Chinese trusted him a bit more
than the others. His ability to just
remain silent and not pressure anyone into speaking, just being comforting
without questions, had drawn the unhappy pilot into a deeper friendship than he
had with the others. They had shared
secrets, shared pain and deep-rooted unhappiness all without admission, just
being together when they had shared rooms.
It was a strange relationship that the other pilots had no idea about,
and neither were quick to make it known.
Wufei’s unsettlement was disturbing to the European. But there was nothing he could do for Wufei
now, with the others around or not. He,
like Heero, knew there is more to Wufei than the simple surface the other two
pilots see, to just see.
Making up his mind, Trowa
leaned forward and gently tapped Wufei’s arm.
The Chinese blinked and looked at Trowa with hurt and mild surprise in
his dark eyes. But his control dropped
over and only the surprise that a touch brought remained. Trowa sighed inwardly; he hated seeing Wufei
seemingly so vulnerable. But instead of
voicing his concern, his simply said, “Food’s ready. Help yourself.”
Wufei eyes locked on Trowa’s
for a long moment before looking away and nodding. Numbly, he picked up a sandwich and politely cut it into pieces,
eating it quietly with the utensils he had set out.
Heero watched the exchange
silently before looking back to Duo. He
decided to divert attention off the weird-acting Wufei for a moment. Duo was obviously getting a bit down due to
Wufei’s odd behavior. Heero hated
seeing Duo unhappy, even if it was only slight. So, he casually licked his lips, but only to Duo was it visible
the mischievous twinkle in his eyes that accompanied it.
Quatre was quite surprised
by Trowa’s act and even more surprised by the Chinese’s strange reaction. He
knew, if anyone could help Wufei, it would be Trowa. Having watched Trowa quite
some time, Quatre had learned in hints, that Trowa was – of all the other
pilots – the closest one to Wufei. And he himself knew the strange feeling of
trust, always catching him, when he was close to Trowa. Wufei had obviously
partly snapped out of his contemplative world – at least he was eating. Quatre
laid a reassuring hand on Trowa’s knee. If Trowa kept approaching Wufei slowly,
he might be able to get through to him.
Duo’s eyes were still fixed
on Wufei. Yes, after all, he had to admit, that he was worried about his fellow
pilot. His purple eyes were dark, picking up any hint coming from Wufei. He
couldn’t make much of Wufei’s silent chewing, though. Maybe he should just
leave the psyche-work to others, he personally sucked at it. He turned his eyes
away from Wufei, automatically letting it wander over to Heero catching a
glimpse of licking lips and twinkling eyes only Heero could display. Duo stuck
his tongue out of the shadows at Heero in a silent gesture and grabbed for
another sandwich.
Trowa looked over at
Quatre at the touch, and smiled slightly.
He hoped the tea would the little blond feel better. He felt a little guilty; if he had had his
wits last night, he would have thought to go somewhere else, somewhere where
they wouldn’t be in such a cold climate.
But, um, it didn’t seem so cold at the time...
Trowa blushed at his
inward thoughts and looked down at his plate.
Well, he had started the black sandwich, he might as well finish
it. Sighing audibly, he picked it back
up and began eating again. He took big
drinks from his cup after each bite, seeking to get rid of the taste in his
mouth.
Heero, however, was
still hell-bent on distracting Duo. Or
at least, making him regret turning Heero’s, urm, offering earlier. He leaned out at the exact same moment and
let his fingers brush Duo’s before taking another sandwich himself. He then proceeded to lick the buttery
residue from the grilled cheese off of his fingers, glancing occasionally at
his lover in a most insinuating way.
Wufei, oblivious to
Trowa’s brave attempt to rid them all of the burnt-to-a-crisp sandwich and
Heero’s antics, just slowly ate the sandwich.
Soon though, his stomach relieved him of some thought, and he picked up
another to begin eating.
Quatre threw a
concerned look at Trowa as he sighed and softly caressed the lovely knee,
practically feeling Trowa’s concern. He drank some more tea with the other
hand, feeling the liquid helpfully warming him from the inside. He felt cold,
anyway, as if the room hadn’t been properly heated, but he was pretty sure that
it was due to the upcoming cold. He gently hugged his shoulder in reflex with
his free hand to keep it warm. He knew it would not help much, though. He hated
days like these, it was nothing compared to the sparkling and beautiful night,
which just had passed. He longed to lean against Trowa and allow himself to
remember it all. If he did, though, he would sit here blushing the entire time.
He could pretend this was part of the cold, but Trowa would know better and
start blushing himself. Quatre smirked at the idea, and hid the smile behind
his teacup.
Duo felt as if a bolt
of lighting had just hit his hand as Heero brushed it – purposely, he was sure
of that! He closed his eyes to prevent a gasp, and secretly scolded himself.
How could he still react like that, when he knew that Heero was won, and there
was no need to upset himself anymore…? There shouldn’t be that longing anymore,
that electrification he knew so well, because he could caress and kiss Heero
every night from now on. And still he felt as if he had just fallen in love and
hoped his feelings would be returned. Damn Japanese! He was purposely messing
with his mind!
Trowa finally managed
to down the hideous tasting accident-of-a-sandwich and poured himself a nice,
big glass of mineral water. He gulped
the contents quickly, hoping it would get rid of the nasty after-taste. He sighed again; nope, he was stuck with
it. Well, he tried to comfort himself
with the thought that at least he had saved a fellow teammate the yucky
taste. He smiled slightly as he felt
Quatre’s hand lingering on his knee.
That brought back memories... He
blushed ever-so-faintly and subtly slipped a hand under the table to covered
Quatre’s hand with one of his own. He
smiled slightly to his blond lover and reached out to pick up a normal
sandwich. He figured maybe one of those
would rid him of the taste.
Heero grinned inwardly
when Duo fought off a gasp and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh, yes, he would make Duo nuts to payback
for turning him down when they woke up.
He didn’t have a malevolent feeling behind this purpose, but instead the
exciting feeling of being able to be desired by your lover. And, he had to admit, he enjoyed teasing Duo
a little; it was close as he could get in front of the others to the actual act he was ‘kind of’ implying. So he continued sucking on his fingers,
switching to the other hand.
Duo reached out for
another sandwich and pulled his legs up on the chair, hiding behind them, as
well as his hat, as he blushed gently. What the hell was Heero trying to do?!
He chewed on his sandwich, pretending not to see Heero at all, while in
reality, he watched every movements from shadowed purple eyes.
Quatre enjoyed feeling
Trowa’s hand on his, letting him know that he had been noticed by his koibito.
He told himself that he couldn’t allow himself to get sick and watched the tea
resting in the teacup in his hand. He took a sip from it and almost spit it all
right out again as he sneezed. Just in time he could set down the cup and cover
his sneeze – very non-aristocratic -
with his sleeve. Unfortunately the violent sneeze caused him to wince
and he sent the cup flying across the table, spilling the rest of his tea.
“E-e-excuse me,” he
stuttered, surprised by what had happened. When he had caught himself again, he
sighed and decided to better get up to get something to wipe up the mess he had
just produced.
Heero, despite
appearances, knew full well that Duo’s eyes were still on him. He finished “cleaning” his fingers just as
Quatre accidentally sent his teacup flying.
His hand snatched out and grabbed the cup before it rolled past and onto
the floor. Silently, he handed it to
Trowa and went back to teasing Duo. His
blue eyes focused on some soda still on the rim of his cup. Fighting back an evil smirk, he pulled his
cup closer and licked the rim of the cup slowly.
Trowa stood up before
his lover could and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Just stay here. I’ll
take care of it.” He smiled lovingly to
him, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before going into the kitchen to get
a dishrag to wipe up the tea.
Wufei raised an
eyebrow when suddenly brown stuff appeared on his plate. He blinked a couple of times until looking
up and seeing a sheepishly apologetic Quatre wince. He shrugged and stood up, taking his now tea-splattered plate
into the kitchen. He moved past Trowa
to the trashcan, putting the last square of the sandwich he had been eating
(and was now tea-soaked) into the food-remains part. He then ran the plate under water.
Trowa lightly held
onto the other side of Wufei’s plate.
The Chinese looked up when the hand appeared.
“Here, I’ll do
it. He’s coming down with a cold.” The Altron pilot nodded and stepped
back. Trowa washed both the cup and
plate with dish soap before drying off Wufei’s plate and handing it back to
him. Wufei smiled a brief thank you and
went back into the dining room. Trowa
smiled slightly as he watched him, then dried off the cup. He ran some water over a dishrag before
going back into the dining room as well.
Duo finished his
sandwich in dead silence, very attracted by Heero’s suddenly deep relationship
with his glass. He was somewhat outraged: What was Wufei supposed to think? Was
Heero the one wanting to provoke a nosebleed by this – admittingly – delicious sight?
Duo gulped the last bit of his sandwich, shook his head and grabbed his plate
to leave the room for the kitchen. He didn’t have to look at this! He rolled
his eyes at Heero as he passed him, making sure Heero was the only one being
able to spy under the hat.
Quatre sank back
resigned and thankful for Trowa’s help. Once again he swore to himself to be
cured before the night started, and wondered whether this would be possible.
He’d better look for some drugs and pack himself in his bed under a pile of
blankets. Having 29 sisters had it’s good sides, he thought, at least he knew
how to take care of a coming cold. He had come down with a few so far and his
sisters had practically fought with each other above the right to cure him… To
be quite frank, Quatre admitted, concerning his sicknesses, he was a spoiled
little brat. However, this way his sisters had taught him a million recipes,
and he was sure he would use the ones necessary to get him out of this misery.
Heero barely held back
a delightedly sadistic grin at his victory.
Instead, he stoically glared at his sandwich before devouring it
mechanically. Inside though, he was
smug. Oh yes, Duo wasn’t the only one
would could entice...
Wufei plopped back
down and picked up another sandwich.
His mind wandered as his body took over the familiar habit of cutting it
into acceptable squares and then politely chewing. His dream still haunted him; it had been so real. So achingly
real. He knew better than to go over
the details of his dream (he knew he’d blush or maybe even nosebleed) in front
of the others, but he did remember the chaste beginnings of it. There was a soft touch on his chest, for he
usually slept on his back. He had
“awoken” in his dream, and there was Treize.
But he was dressed in simple civilian clothes, not hint of his
affiliation with OZ on him. Instead,
just a sweet smile and happy, glittering eyes.
That was all the greeting his dream-self had needed. He had sat up and wrapped his arms around
Treize’s neck. And then... then he had
started crying. Sobbing almost
hysterically. But Treize didn’t look at
him as though he was weak. He had just
smiled, sat next to him, pulled him on his lap and then hugged him
comfortingly. What had he said? It was a saying he said to him in his
dreams, a saying that Wufei would never forget: “Only the strong can
acknowledge tears, and know the right time to let them go. Don’t feel weak, little dragon, you are the
strongest warrior I’ve met.”
Trowa had wandered in
and started cleaning up during Wufei’s mind-trip, and finished quickly. Once that was done, he sat back down and
started on his new sandwich again. Ah
yes, this was much better...
Duo narrowed his eyes
and occupied the sink after Trowa had finished. He washed the plate half-heartedly
and dried it with a towel. That crazy Japanese guy didn’t deserve a look from
him anymore! To display something like that at the table…! Unfortunately Duo
knew he wouldn’t succeed being angry with such a beauty. He remembered the day
before he had condemned his love. Now he did it again.
“Arigatou,” Quatre
brought out, as Trowa sat back down. The strong urge to lean against his lover
hit him again but he could resist. He knew Wufei wouldn’t like it, and he had
no need to be exhibitionistic, either. He sighed again, feeling a slight
headache adding up to his situation. He grunted very silently and looked at
Trowa with big blue eyes. He wondered whether he would mind, if Quatre got up
and into bed. After all Trowa had done for him, maybe just by being present, he
didn’t want to leave him just here.
Trowa finished and
watched Wufei for a minute. The Asian
just stared unseeing at his plate as he ate.
After a few moments, he leaned forward and softly touched Wufei’s non-busy
hand. He looked up into the emerald
eyes and blinked, coming back to himself.
Trowa gave him a couple minutes to come fully back to his senses.
“Just leave your plate
in the sink. I’ll take care of the
dishes later.”
Wufei nodded. Trowa looked over at Heero. “You too.”
Heero mimicked Wufei’s nod unknowingly, and continued eating. Trowa got up and picked up his plate before
looking expectantly at Quatre. He
glanced at Wufei, who was once again eating and lost in his own world. Sure Wufei was not going to notice, he
nodded towards the doorway to the kitchen before going in. He assumed Quatre wouldn’t have wanted to
stay there longer. He knew the blond
was uncomfortable during silences, and was also probably feeling crappy already
anyway.
Trowa went over to the
sink and waited for Duo to leave it so he could put his plate in. He then turned back to meet his lover.
Meanwhile, Heero had
finished off his last sandwich and looked over at Wufei. The raven-haired youth was busy eating and
staring at his plate. He nodded to himself
and stood up, picking up his own plate and glass. Wufei wouldn’t mind being left alone; he was already alone in
whatever thoughts he was immersed in.
So the Perfect Soldier
left the dining room and went into the kitchen. He ignored Duo and put his own plate and glass in the sink. He then went to one of the cupboards and
bent over to reach it, open it and rummage around for cookies.
Duo put his plate
away, ignored Heero as much as possible, and pulled out the rubber-band in his
pocket, parted his hair into three strands and furiously re-braided it. It was
better that way, anyway, and he didn’t like to display himself for Heero
anymore. If he wanted to see his hair open again, he had to be nicer than that
and stop teasing him in that most dishonorable manner!
Quatre followed Trowa
picking up his untouched plate to bring it back to the shelf. He squeezed pass
Duo who was standing right at the kitchen door, braiding his hair and bent down
to put the plate in. His headache just became worse as he bent down. He closed
the door to the shelf and straightened up, one hand rubbing over his temples
and forehead.
“I’ll take a nap…” he
said quietly to Trowa, “I hope you don’t mind. I feel dizzy.”
Trowa was immediately
concerned and slipped an arm around his waist.
“Let me help you then, if you’re dizzy.” The tall boy got a better Idea and gently picked up his lover, an
arm around his back and one under his knees.
Before Quatre could have a chance to protest, he carried him carefully
to his bed in his shared room with Duo.
He softly laid the smaller boy into bed and got out the blankets. Wordlessly, he began covering the boy with
great care.
Heero found the Oreos
and smiled a little to himself. Not as
sweet as Duo, but much more edible. He
sat on the counter, used the sink to put some water in his glass, and then
ripped the bag open. He picked one of
the delicious objects out and held it out in Duo’s direction.
“Want it?” Heero almost laughed at himself. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to say that after
being so suggestive... Well, his lover
hopefully wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
That was so mean! Heero was
so mean! How could that boy, who one night ago had obviously not had any idea
about those loving exchanges, be so suggestive? And how, for heaven’s sake,
could Duo stay angry to stop Heero from doing such things in future while he was facing such sweetness? No wait! Duo told himself, these are just Oreos! You can resist Oreos,
can't you?
He refused looking at
either Heero nor the Oreos, and finished his braid with the rubber band. He
snorted slightly as he took off towards his room, muttering something about
moving his stuff to Heero’s room, and feeling that known pinch in his stomach
as he did so. Stupid Japanese!
Quatre let himself be
carried by his gentle lover, unable to refuse, due to Trowa’s sweetness and the
spreading dizziness in his own head. Quatre felt the cold making him tired and
exhausted. He had no chance to refuse Trowa’s loving care. Why should he,
though?
“Arigatou, koibito,” he
whispered as Trowa tucked the blankets under the feverish body. There was more
to that arigatou than just the thanks
for that wonderful care. Quatre finally had someone
he had never even dreamed to have. And that someone cared about him, was there
for him, and didn’t mind seeing him in a state like this. While his body ached
with sickness, Quatre felt his insides spreading infinite happiness as he
watched Trowa. He closed his eyes for a moment, helping a tear to find its way.
Oh, it was good to know Trowa was here.
Finally, there was a place to put all these feelings freely.
Oops, apparently he
had. Heero raised an eyebrow at the
refused Oreo. He knew Duo would have
done the same if Heero hadn’t ended up doing it first. So why was he acting so upset? Well, let the braided beauty think what he’d
like. For once he wasn’t worried about
Duo hating him after the boy had been scornful; he knew Duo loved him. So he’d get over it. Heero smiled slightly to himself as he bit
into the cookie. Either way though,
he’d end up going to see if his lover was still upset and maybe even
apologize... Heero sighed. He’d exacted revenge, so why apologize for
it? Those endless, sparkling violet
could entice anything from him... Oi,
he was going to certainly be in a fix when Duo found that out.
After a couple more cookies,
he hopped off the counter, and put them away.
Then he left to follow his annoyed lover to wherever he was going.
Trowa smiled fully when he
heard Quatre, and carefully tucked him in.
He gently kissed the hot forehead.
“My pleasure, mizu me.” Frowning
with his eyes slightly, he placed a hand on the pale forehead. “Hn.
I’ll be right back.” He didn’t
want to leave his side when he wasn’t feeling well, but there were some thing
he wanted to get to help make him feel better.
So he got up and quickly left, almost jogging through the hall and into
the kitchen, passing a determined looking Heero. He didn’t stop to ask.
Trowa shuffled around the
contents of one cupboard, pulling out a thermometer, some various assortments
of over-the-counter medicines, and a clean dish-towel.
Meanwhile, Duo entered his
room, still grumpy and found Quatre with closed eyes. He assumed the Arabian
would sleep, at least that seemed to be the best thing, judging on what the
poor boy looked like. He silently stuffed everything he found that apparently
belonged to him in his bag, trying not to disturb Quatre.
“Trowa...” the little
Arabian whispered. He was not sleeping, but closing his eyes partly helped
against the dizziness.
Duo stopped in what he was
doing and stood up straight. Quatre didn’t sound very well. He walked over to
him and whispered: “I’m not Trowa, Quatre-kun. It’s me, Duo.” He crouched down
next to the bed.
“Oh...” the Arabian answered
and slowly opened his eyes. Duo fell almost back in shock. Quatre’s eyes
mirrored one of the most intense expressions, Duo had ever seen on him.
Quatre’s look contained a mixture of intense, innocent trust and mildness.
Trowa must have brought that incredible look onto the Arabians face, only Trowa
would have been able to provoke something that intense in Quatre.
“Will you be alright?” Duo
asked whispering.
The Arabian nodded. “Yes,
Trowa is there for me.” Misinterpreting Duo’s reaction he figured that he must
look worse than he actually felt. He smiled gently.
Duo nodded and got up.
Apparently Quatre was alright, so he grabbed his bag. “He’s moving down here
with you,” he said, still keeping his voice down. Quatre smiled happily as he
heard that, and watched Duo leave.
Duo carried his bag
upstairs, still thinking about that strange look, Trowa had set on Quatre. Yes,
only love could provoke things like this. He frowned. Why had he been so nasty to Heero then, probably confused the Japanese, if he could
have had a chance to conjure something up like this on the usually so cold face? Why was he playing this nasty
game to Heero, just because the Japanese had tried to be nice and funny – what
the heck was wrong with his mind?! He loved
that boy, why the messing? Duo couldn’t understand himself. And all because he
had seen that endless love and trust for Trowa in Quatre’s eyes. Quatre and
Trowa were happy, despite the fact that Quatre must feel crappy. And he
couldn’t help himself and Heero to such a feeling when both of them were
alright. Gosh, I am incapable of
expressing my love!
Heero went up to his and
Trowa’s usually vacant room and found Duo there with his travel bag. Heero sat cross-legged on the bed and
watched him. He would let Duo say the
first words, as usual, to spark any sort of communication between them. If the boy was still pissed about his
actions earlier, he’d rather not say something to make it even worse... like he
did in the kitchen. After all, he was
new to this whole emotion thing, so he wasn’t sure about what things to say to
be careful not to earn a bad mood from his lover.
Trowa wet the dish cloth
under cold water and went back to Quatre’s room. He sat beside Quatre’s laid out form and placed the cloth
carefully under the blond bangs. He
deposited the gathered bottles of different drugs onto an empty place on the
bed. Then he took out the thermometer
and kisses Quatre’s pale cheek to get his tired attention for a moment. He knew Quatre would fall asleep, but he at
least wanted to know what level of a problem he was dealing with before letting
his lover into the symptoms-freeing rest.
“Mizu me, let me take your
temperature, then you can sleep.”
Quatre winced slightly as
the cold cloth was placed on his hot forehead, but appreciated the care. Quatre
opened his eyes at the soft kiss, the emotion still had not vanished from them.
He nodded trustfully towards the emerald eyes and opened his mouth a slight bit
to take the thermometer. He couldn’t help but look into these emeralds all the
time.
Duo felt Heero enter the
room and stopped roaming around in his travel back. He smirked slightly over
his shoulder as the other placed himself cross-legged on the bed. Duo got up
slowly, holding a shirt in his hand. He pretended to walk over to a closet but
dropped the shirt as soon as he was there, leaping onto Heero’s bed like a
swift black cat, and effectively pinning him down with an intense kiss. So much
about apologies.…
Trowa blinked when he
noticed the change in the blond’s eyes.
It was strange to see such honest trust, such honest feelings for him
from anyone, much less reflected in those blue eyes. The sight warmed him and he fought the urge to just kiss him from
happiness. But no, it would make things
more complicated if both were sick.
Besides, he needed to be well to take care of his mizu me.
Trowa blushed lightly, and
slipped the thermometer in and held it there.
After a few moment, it beeped, and he took it out, looking at it. He looked a little relieved. “Hm, only a couple degrees more than it should
be. Now you rest.”
With the grace of a panther,
Trowa slide down to lay next to him, the sheets separating their bodies. He snuggled up to Quatre comfortably, laying
his head on the blond’s shoulder. If
for any reason the blond might need him, he was right there. But he also could not force himself to
leave. He stretched a stiff arm around
Quatre’s middle, tucking his hand around his waist.
Heero blinked when he was
tackled, surprised. Here he had been
expecting a tongue-lashing, and he sure was getting one… but not the one he had
been waiting for.
After a few moments, he
wiggled around beneath Duo, trying half-heartedly to be free of the dominating
force pinning him down. He forget about
it almost only a few seconds later, then his eyes closed and he surrendered to
the kiss, returning it with the same passion with which he was receiving it.
Duo enjoyed stealing and
returning kisses, stopping to catch breath every now and then, as much as he
had enjoyed seeing his own surprising tackling working so well. He laid his
weight upon Heero while he released the pilot from the strong grip that had
pinned him. Duo could use his hands now to run through the dark messy hair and
down the green shirt. He couldn’t seduce Heero now, early in the afternoon, and
totally forget about his chores, but nothing spoke against kissing
passionately.
Quatre smiled, closing his
eyes and feeling Trowa next to him. Since he was tucked in tightly, he couldn’t
do much but let his head rest on Trowa’s and wait for sleep to come. Quatre was
sure, Trowa wouldn’t need the confirmation that he felt well about what the
tall one was doing. Resting calmly and comfortingly he began drifting over to a
deep slumber. Hopefully, care and sleep would stop the sickness before it could
seriously take hold of his body.
Trowa smiled to himself as he felt and heard the boy’s breathing slow and ease into the deep sighing of sleep. He snuggled closer, but careful to not wake him up.
Heero let a small, muffled
moan out between kisses, and started fighting with the collar of Duo’s
priest-like garb. He had been denied
once, he wasn’t about to let Duo try and deny him again.
Duo softly pushed the
longing hand away from his collar, his mind telling him that it was impossible
to give in to such longings right now. His heart raced with this feeling
itself, and he had to be careful not to give in to it. Exchanging love was one
thing; but telling the scientist why they had been so lazy (and probably making
the fighting problematic by being sick, tired or not knowing about the OZ bases as at least he and Quatre should)
was surely another one he did not want
to encounter.
Heero didn’t acknowledge
Duo’s pushing and continued pulling at the collar before finding the small
clasp, undoing it and pulling Duo’ shirt off of him and onto the floor. Knowing Duo might try and just jump back to
avoid him, the Japanese flipped him over, ending with him now on top of
Duo. He sat on his knees on Duo’s legs,
and held his hands firmly above his head.
Once he had sufficiently pinned his lover to the bed, he started kissing
him again.
Duo rolled his eyes, his
stomach and heart almost flipping over along with the rest of him. It was
almost impossible to resist such a delicate suggestions but his mind was
fighting back firmly. It was as if they had switched roles: Usually Duo was the
one who neglected working and Heero the one being extremely careful about duty.
Stupid Japanese, didn’t he have a
reasonable sense? Wait a second – am I still talking about
Heero looked down at the one
beneath him, an annoyed expression barely readable on his stoic face. He kissed him again before replying. “Why?
We’re waiting for a mission, so why not? I want you.” He stated
simply. He left Duo’s lips to start
planting kisses down his neck. “What is
it? You don’t want me anymore?” He didn’t know why Duo was so adamant in
refusing him today, but he was starting to get worried that this was the truth
in why he was pushing him away.
Duo breathed hard. Damn, a stupid lot of love was piling up inside
him and yet, he had to refuse. “We’ve got work to do. How will you explain to
anyone why it isn’t done?” He felt like he was explaining that to himself as
well as to Heero. “I want you, too, Heero, but we can’t do that anywhere and
everywhere.” Duo himself, as he realized that he himself had been the one
starting this by tackling Heero with this passionate kiss. Wanting was something
pretty nasty when it came at times like this.
Heero continued kissing
downwards for a minute before sighing slightly and sitting back. “I suppose you’re correct.” He let go of Duo’s hands and stepped off of
him, going over to the desk in their room to rummage through some old
documents. Finding what he wanted, he
went to the laptop on the other small desk, sat down and started typing.
Duo sighed. Wanting was bad,
but regretting was even worse. He straightened his messy bangs and picked up
his shirt. He wondered whether Heero was angry, now. After all, this was the
second time Duo had refused him today – he could hardly believe that himself.
Once some work was done, though, they would be able to ...um... reward
themselves for it. He walked over to Heero on the laptop and placed a soft kiss
on his cheek. Maybe another apology, he couldn’t even tell himself. Maybe it
was just the arigatou-kiss for
understanding him – if he did. He then crouched down next to the desk, starting
to unpack his stuff and throwing a nasty braid on his back with one hand.
Heero smiled slightly at the
kiss. Duo, though no one would have
ever called him it, was sweet. He
finished the mini program he was writing, and then went on to check his mail. This time there was a letter from the
scientists. Confirmation of sending a
group effort the to the base, but only at night. That made sense; then they could destroy some transports as well
and take them with their pants down, so to speak. Heero nodded to himself.
Good, that meant they had the rest of the day to do whatever planning
they wanted, and gather whatever they would need. But there was time enough for that later...
The Japanese closed the
programs and crouched next to him, taking some items from the bag. He put them in the big stand-up closet that
wasn’t nearly even half full with his own things. Heero assumed that the faster any work that Duo had in mind was
done, the sooner he’d be able to coax the braided boy into loving him.
Duo, who didn’t have the
slightest clue about Heero’s thoughts, appreciated the help with the bit of
clothing he had brought. There wasn’t much in his head right now, except for
the wish of checking out Heero some more while he was helping him, and those
damned blueprints he had stuffed away the day before.
“Anything new?” he asked,
pointing at the laptop with a nod of his head.
“Mission confirmation. We leave at 2000.” Heero took the last of the items from the bag and placed them
neatly in the closet. “Anything
else?” He looked expectantly at Duo.
Duo didn’t catch his lover’s
look and zipped the back, shoveling it under Trowa’s (old) bunk. He raised an
eyebrow and pulled himself out from under the bed, groaning. “Blueprints, I
guess,” he answered, raising the corner of his mouth in disgust.
Heero was blushing an
intense red when Duo looked back to him after being under the bunk. Damn it, he was waaaaay too tempting... He struggled to keep his voice normal, in
it’s deep monotone, but he couldn’t hide the hint of desire from it. “You looked at those yesterday. And we have lots of time before the
mission.”
Duo finally caught the hint
in Heero’s voice. Oh, no... he
thought by himself, that guy really can’t
resist it. He blushed lightly at this. Part of Heero’s desire was
definitely his own work. One look at Heero, and he’d be lost… without having
done any of the work yet. Yikes! it
struck him, can we be so defenseless
against all this? We’re just teenagers after all. Well, officially. He
carefully avoided Heero’s gaze, closing the closet slowly.
Heero looked down. Well, if Duo preferred blueprints to making
love to him, then he’ll let him do just that.
Without a word, he turned and left.
Seeking to take his mind off things, he wandered into the dining
room. And stopped dead in his
tracks. Wufei was still there. He was this time standing by the window, a
small dagger in one hand, half-staring out of the window and half looking down
at the dagger he clutched. The tip was
pointed inwards, it’s sharp point resting softly against the cloth of clothes
that covered his stomach.
Heero leaned against the
doorway, watching the pilot. Were
things as desperate for Wufei as things had been for himself? He understood completely the desire to end
the suffering. Doing it in such a way
as this would not only be very painful, but useless. Of course, he’d rather Wufei didn’t die. But he had no business trying to tell Wufei
how he felt, how to feel, or what to do.
He cared about his teammate, but it just wasn’t his place to assume
anything. If the other felt like
talking about it, he would be there to listen.
If not, then that was how things went.
Heero shifted his weight,
thumping the wood of the doorway softly, but enough to let the other know he
was there. Wufei closed his eyes a
moment.
“Yuy.”
“Hn. Mission confirmation. We depart at 8 pm.”
“Hmm... I’m glad it was you. If not, then at least Barton. The others would... hm, well, have meant
well.”
“Hn.” Heero looked down at the floor. “We need you for the mission tonight. Wait till then, at least.”
Wufei turned and looked to
Heero. “Hm, I am weak. My thoughts keep me from my actions.”
“Then keep thinking. We need your skills and strength in battle.”
Wufei turned and looked back
out of the window. “I might. I can accomplish more for Nataku if I do.”
“Hn.” With some difficulty, Heero stepped outside
of his Perfect Soldier shell. “I was
tempted to do the same for a long time.
If you need someone to talk to who’s been there, I am here. And you know Trowa is.” Wufei looked at him with surprise as Heero
stared intensely at a piece of tile on the floor. Trying to shove back his embarrassment, he pushed off the doorway
and started heading for the bathroom.
“Otherwise, don’t bug me.”
Was that Japanese pilot
angry now? Duo grabbed a few blueprints from the shelf and settled himself
comfortable on Heero’s bed, the prints resting on his cross-legged thighs.
Thinking about Heero would make it difficult to concentrate, but maybe Heero
had just chosen to stroll away to not
distract him. Would it even matter to him...?
Small
passages in the east of the base. Just like on the other blueprint and... hey,
here’s another one. If that occurs so often… small doors like these might be
poorly guarded. Would it be worth approaching without a Gundam, then, sneaking
in...?
He had a vision of him and
Heero sneaking over OZ-ground. Duo
would guard his back while Heero would place some dynamite to blow that thing
up.
Damn!
Am I thinking about Heero again? ... back to the prints. If on 80% of these
bases the most important parts are stated over here, he moved a finger
over the sheet on his lap, and the small
passage is just on the opposite, some distraction from here would do to take
their attention away. Less fighting, less risk. And it would save some time,
too... Quatre would be pleased to set it that rather peaceful way, Wufei’s
sense for justice would be served, Heero would be satisfied that such a plan
would serve the mission. I myself would appreciate to get it over with quickly.
Means more time for myself and… Wait! I am thinking about him again!
Duo had a really bad time
concentrating, he realized, as he caught himself staring blankly into space –
again! Forcing himself back to the blueprints over and over again, he did come
up with some conclusions and ideas and worked on them. He actually understood
more of what he was looking at then the day before.
Heero shuffled through some
drawers in the cabinet below the sink.
Finding what he wanted, he closed the cabinet and went back
upstairs. He didn’t really want to walk
in on Wufei again should he be in a private moment, and besides, what he was
going to work on was upstairs anyways.
He walked in silently, going
to the closet. He pulled out his other
pair of spandex shorts, and settled cross-legged on the unoccupied bed, which
was against the opposite wall that his bed was pushed up to. He didn’t look up and across to the boy,
just instead threaded his needle and began mending his torn shorts. It needed to be done because: 1) these were
the only other pair of shorts he had besides the one he was wearing and, 2) he
didn’t want to have to go buy any.
Well, lack of money was a problem along with that too...
Shaking his head to clear
his mind of useless thoughts, Heero focused on his mending.
Duo just had no chance
of concentrating now, watching Heero from the corner of his eyes. What am I? A hor.... little teenager who
can’t control himself? He forced himself to watch those blueprints but they
looked like Egyptian hieroglyphs to him now. Loads of lines and words… maybe he
just didn’t speak Japanese anymore?
“Shucks, this is so
distracting!” the American muttered in English, throwing an almost painful,
loving look at Heero.
Heero didn’t glance up
at Duo. He needed to get this done, and
if he let himself look at the braided boy...
Well, he might just end up doing the tackling this time. Finishing quickly and efficiently, he
noticed some tears in the shorts he had on.
Hm, should probably fix that too, while he had the required tools to do
so. So he shoved the needle into the
thread stool and pulled his shorts off.
Finding, with no hint of amusement, that his shoes were going to make
this much harder than it should be, he yanked the tennis shoes off and let them
plop to the floor. Using his now
un-tucked tank top for modesty, he sat crossed legged and set his shorts across
his knees.
“That is really mean!”
Duo muttered, still sticking to English rather than to Japanese. He felt like
complaining towards Father Maxwell, so it should be in English. A stinging hurt
his chest. Father Maxwell was not here, and he never would be again. He put the
blueprints to the side, sighing, and closed his eyes, his hand searching for
the cross on his chest. He shouldn’t have started remembering. His hands
fumbled down the chain and eventually found it. Duo held the cross to his mouth
to place a soft kiss on the tip. Would
you mind me falling in love with another boy, Father Maxwell? … No, you
wouldn’t. You have always been happy for your children to find something
special. You always tried to understand and most of the time you eventually
did.
Heero, unaware of his
effects on Duo (whom he had assumed would be busy just ignoring him and
working), plucked the needle out of the thread-stool. He threaded it and began, once again, mending a pair of
shorts. His mind wandered as he went
about it, and his inattentiveness became apparent when a stinging, poking
sensation in one of his fingers started.
Heero blinked, pulling
the stinging finger out from under the fabric.
Seems he must have jammed the needle into the finger. He looked at it with a sort of demented
fascination before slowly pulling the needle out of his finger. He didn’t wince at the pain, just watched as
red droplets wept out of the tiny hole of a wound as he drew the silver item
out.
Duo was still lost in
his own world of memory; Father Maxwell
and all the other people he used to know. He clutched the cross tighter this
time and started the only thing he’d ever known to do in such moments as this.
It seemed profound for a soldier killing endless numbers of people in his
Gundam – and even more profound for someone like Duo Maxwell – but with his
forehead on the cross, Duo started an intimate, whispered prayer.
Needle fully
extracted, he watched as the blood rivuleted down his finger, throbbing into
the palm of his hand. It was
strange. He was always amazed by his
body’s reaction to things. Not amazed
as in “oh how wonderful I am!”, but the “huh, wonder why it does that” sort of
amazement. Technically, yes, he knew
exactly why. He could even name the
nerves that were making his finger know it had been subjected to something that
was not good for it, even right down to the scientific names of the little
blood vessels he had popped and so on and so forth. But it was still interesting for him to see it in action.
He blinked, coming out
of his reverie and finished his mending, letting the blood smear uncaring onto
the fabric. He had pierced a vein, of
course, so it was constantly bleeding.
He didn’t care. Finished, he
pulled the shorts back on and reached for his shoes.
Duo was still absorbed
in his prayer. With the cross on his forehead and the black robes he could
almost have passed for a young priest. He had forgotten about his surroundings,
he wasn’t even aware of another presence in the room. He wasn’t aware that his
whispers became louder, though they were still muttered.
“…love in protection
and blessings...” and he still clutched his fingers tighter as he went on,
speaking about love, thanking for Heero, muttering. He felt as if he was
talking to someone standing or sitting right next to him, just listening.
Praying had always been that way. Father Maxwell had done a fine job on him to
give him something even after he had died. Duo didn’t know whether it had only been inflicted upon him by
the Father, or whether there was more to it, but this was one of the few things
that did not matter.
Heero glanced at Duo, smiling slightly. It was rare that he heard the boy pray, but
every time he had, it seemed to do something good for him. He didn’t understand it, but if it was
helping Duo survive the war sane (to an extent), then he wouldn’t stick his
nose in it. Still not paying any
attention to the blood streaming in a thing river down his finger, he picked up
a shoe and stuck his foot in it. He
started tying it up.
Duo finished his
prayer, looking up a little sweaty. It was then, that he noticed that he
actually was. What was that? Emotional sweat? That sounded rather ridiculous
but it was a fact that there was sweat on his forehead, back and shoulders. He
looked at the cross and eventually remembered that he was not alone; and was pinched in his stomach immediately. Heero had
been sitting there all the time while he had been absorbed into praying. Could
that been considered embarrassing? After all, he and Heero had a quite personal
relationship, so it shouldn’t be. Why
was it, then?
“G-gomen,” Duo said, feeling like excusing. He stopped focusing the
cross so he could see Heero sharply and not in a blurry version. Then he saw
the blood on the fabric.
“You’re bleeding…” he
noticed, a little uncomfortable. It made no sense again – he had injured Heero
himself quite often, why would he care about that bit of blood?! Maybe it was
because it made no sense to bleed in a house where they were supposed to be
safe, or the fear that Heero might still be suicidal...
Heero shrugged at the
statement. So he was bleeding; it was
an often occurrence. He finished the
shoe and picked up the other. He shoved
his foot in and began tying it up. He
did nothing to try and prevent the bleeding.
It wasn’t a big deal, just sort of an inconvenience. Maybe he’d wrap it in gauze or
something. An insane image of Quatre
complaining about Heero’s finger dripping all over his pink shirts popped into
his head. Woah, an image of something
other than Duo or OZ? That was
strange. Oh well.
Duo crawled over to
the other bed to grab Heero’s hand. “Doesn’t look very aesthetic” was all he
used as an excuse to stick the tip into his mouth and stuff the open skin with
his tongue. He tasted the iron-like taste of blood in his mouth. Oh well, he
knew that taste. He looked at Heero, his eyes smiling lovingly at him. How
could he have resisted that boy earlier?
Heero blinked, and
looked away. He was blushing and
resenting it all at the same time.
Damn, stupid humanity. He had
come to associate the feeling of heat on his cheeks with the thing Duo called
blushing, so that was how he could guess his treacherous skin was up to. Duo was so tempting; alone, the boy was
enough to send Heero into the land of aching want, but with him tending to his
finger in such a way... Heero was proud
that he hadn’t turned into a puddle of lust after a few minutes. So he strongly resisted Duo, trying desperately
to focus on something the equivalent to a mental cold shower. Something like... Doctor J. Alright, working... A squish of Duo’s tongue on his wound sent
him almost closer to that liquid-state, and he frantically searched for
something. J naked, J naked!!! Ah, worked like a charm. Heero’s nose wrinkled slightly in quite
disgust at the mental picture.
Duo watched Heero’s
face wrinkling and blushing. Huh? What
the... He let go of the finger, a little disappointed. “You don’t like it?”
Wait, a few minutes ago, Heero had forcefully tried to seduce him and now he wrinkled at him?! That was enough to set
Duo’s determination on fire. He laid his hand on the edge of the green shirt
and pulled it up, gently tugging on Heero’s arms to be able to slide it over
them. Now we’ll see where you go with
your wrinkling, Yuy...
Heero turned and
blinked at him. He could barely make
Duo out, as he was in panic mode. His
ability to not give into his own desires so Duo could do whatever the heck it
was he was so adamant about doing was rapidly diminishing. He focused more on his mental images, his
need to block a different need morphing into a mental picture of all the
scientists naked and involved in a rather disturbing orgy. It was the best he could come up with to
deflect the effects of Duo’s touch, hell, Duo just being on the same colony as
him. So everywhere he looked, images of
any and all strange acts his mind could come up with while the unattractive
bodies carried them out was his only defense.
He made a mental note to apologize to the scientists later.
“Uh, d-don’t you want
to do that work?” Heero stammered out, trying for all the world to not assault
his lover.
“Nope,” Duo said
shortly, forcing the green cloth over Heero’s head. That was an easy question:
Yes, he had to do his work but he did not want
to, and anyway, he had come far enough with it. Since Heero was only mildly
disturbed, but not reacting, Duo placed loving kisses on Heero’s chest, hoping
to win his lover for himself. His right hand on Heero’s shoulder forced Heero
into a laying position, so it was easier for Duo to tug on Heero’s shorts. He
smirked, kissing.
Heero gulped loudly,
noticing he was now on his back, shirtless and, in all probability, about to be
shortless as well. He surrendered, not
wasting time on wondering what had changed Duo’s mind. He gasped at the kisses, letting himself be
taken by the pleasure he had found in Duo’s arms since the fateful night
before. Seems like he was going to get
what he had been trying to coax Duo into doing almost all damn day.
Duo could feel Heero
ease up and surrendering. “That is nice,” he muttered as he pulled down the
shorts and moved down towards Heero’s bellybutton with his kisses. His heart
was pounding crazily, not to mention how anticipated he felt. How could he have
possibly refused the sweet offer this morning? His hand slowly caressed the
outside of Heero’s thighs. No time to waste a thought at the door which still
stood ajar. In his head, there was only room for that impudently beautiful body
in front of him.
At the touch, Heero instinctively wrapped his
legs around Duo’s waist, pulling him closer as soon as he could get some
semblance of control over himself. The
only coherent words he could get out at this point was Duo’s name. He closed his eyes a moment, savoring just
the feeling of having Duo close and letting the other have full control over
himself. It was a strange feeling,
letting another take him in their hands and to trust them so much. But he had learned that trust was not always
broken last night, and he was drawing out, giving himself fully to his lover to
do with however he pleased. This sweet
surrender, submission, whatever you want to call it, this was what he longed for
from Duo, not to leave out the act of making love which came with it. Simply put, it was the best feeling in the
world. And he knew, somewhere, that the
love they shared emotionally was just as great. All these nice, lovely thoughts were cut off by mind-numbing
pleasure and anticipation by Duo Maxwell.
“Hey, Heero... T’is
hot...” Duo said, a finger pulling on his collar to let some air stream through
the tight shirt. He lay straight on Heero, held close by two legs embracing him
around his bum. He smiled innocently into Heero’s face, feeling not innocent at
all.
Heero blinked his eyes
open lazily and smiled a little smile back.
He barely got the words out around his heavy breathing. “Then let me help you with that.” He offered, a hand undoing the clasp. He pulled the shirt up and off. He smiled more at the nice sight of Duo’s
upper torso, his hands sliding along the contours. He smirked a little as on finger left a long trail of dark
crimson from low on Duo’s stomach up to his shoulder. “Hn.”
Deciding to not be completely under Duo’s
control, he leaned up and started slowly licking the blood away, following the
trail downwards.
Duo gasped, feeling
Heero’s tongue on his skin. Surely, that pilot was a quick learner. Duo’s hands
caressed Heero’s spine and neck as the Japanese went down. There were no more
words left to say for them. Duo submitted to whatever trail they would pass
from this point on.
Quatre started shifting
slightly, waking up from a deep and dreamless slumber. His cheeks still felt
hot, but the dizziness and that dreadful headache had left him, though,
possibly not for sure. He held his eyes closed, carefully trying to free his
arms from the blanket tucked around him.
Trowa roused a little,
blinking sleepily. Oops, he had fallen
asleep after a while. Well, Quatre wasn’t
the only one up late last night...
Blushing lightly, he noticed Quatre was moving. He sat up, leaning on a hand to keep himself
balanced as he looked down at the little blond. Seeing his struggle with the blankets, he leaned across his lover
and untucked it a little, allowing him more space to move about in. “Feeling better?”
“Uh-huh,” Quatre
nodded, happy to know Trowa was awake, too. He freed one hand to move it over
Trowa’s cheek, watching him trustfully. “Arigatou
for staying with me, Trowa-chan,” Quatre smiled, feeling his cheek grow hot
again – not because of the fever. “How long have I been sleeping?” he asked.
“Hm... about two,
three hours. And of course I’d stay
with you. No thank yous needed.” Trowa
smiled fully at the gentle touch, turning his head slightly diagonal to
accommodate it. He didn’t miss the
complete trust in his lover’s gaze, and the sight made him feel as if he would
bust, but in a pleasant way.
Quatre freed his other
hand as well and managed to sit up. A light headache came back when he raised.
He took note of it, but then decided to ignore the slight pain. He wrapped both
his arms around Trowa’s chest and placed his head under the other’s chin.
“Trowa-chan…” he said smiling, still full of thank yous for the care. Quatre
knew he would have done the same, but still he felt a lot of sweet adoration
for Trowa’s concern for him.
Trowa continued to
smile his rare smile, leaning his chin gently on the blond’s head. He wrapped his arms around Quatre’s back,
holding him close. He comfortingly let
his hands rub his back, an intended innocent gesture. “Want anything? I brought
in all drugs that are available without prescription, and maybe even a couple
that aren’t.”
“Huh?” Quatre muttered, somehow not fully awake. After a
while he knew where to place the words, Trowa had just said. “Maybe something
against this cold in general and... this headache,” he answered softly. Quatre
couldn’t really tell, but the ache seemed to increase. Usually he wouldn’t
really go for drugs, but he couldn’t handle being sick now. Tea wasn’t enough
to help him, so he’d have to take something else.
Trowa nodded some and
gently unlaced himself from Quatre to reach the pile of bottles. He fished around for a bit before finding
two he deemed acceptable. Then he
carefully read the instructions and poured the correct amount of pills into a
hand from each bottle. He turned back
to Quatre, setting the pills on the bed.
Two were a green, gelatin type thing, and the other one was white with a
big E imprinted in it.
The tall boy picked up
a clean glass from a shelf, poured mineral water (handy to have a bottle in
each room, ne?) and sat back down next to the blond. He held out the glass for him, picked up the two pills and offered
them in his other hand.
Quatre thought the pills
looked quite poisonous, but they were okay, if they helped. He trusted Trowa.
He couldn’t help a slight feeling of disgust crawling up inside him as he took
the pills from the hand. He gently took the glass from Trowa and drank some
water, he swallowed along with the pills. It wasn’t a great feeling to feel
these pills slowly wandering down towards his thorax, but if they helped… His
manners on doing this, except for the slightly disgust expression, were all
aristocratic again, so to speak.
“Thank you, koibito.”
Trowa chuckled. “I’m sorry if you don’t approve of them, but
they really will help. I used to be
rather fond of painkillers...” He looked down at the last sentence, his gaze wandering
around the edges of the bed. He didn’t
know why he just blurted that conversation-killer out, but it had just slipped
by.
Quatre placed a short
and soft kiss on Trowa’s lips. “I’m sorry. Poor Trowa-chan...” He wanted to add
that Trowa would not need these things anymore, but he couldn’t. So he settled
with his arms wrapped around the other again, the glass resting on the
bedside-table. After a moment of silence, he softly poked Trowa’s chin with his
nose. ”Smile, Trowa-chan.”
Trowa leaned a little
on Quatre, wrapping his hands back around him.
He couldn’t fight or stop a small smile from appearing. “Hai, mizu me...” His mind traveled back a minute, back to a time he had bunked
with Wufei. The other caught him in the
act of trying to down an entire king-size bottle of Excedrin. The Chinese had simply took the bottle from
him, then shoved him in the bathroom.
Wufei said something along the lines of make yourself throw them up or
I’ll make you. He shook his head
slightly. It was a strange thing to
think of at the moment, but it reminded him of Wufei. What was he up to? He
doubted the pilot would have ended up being kept company by Duo and Heero. Duo just seemed to get on his nerves and
Heero would probably be... uhm, demanded to give all his attention to his new
lover.
Quatre snuggled
closer, feeling a feeble tension on his lover. He slightly caressed Trowa’s
side. He felt much better now, not perfect, but better.
”Are you alright?” he
asked concernedly. Something was going on in Trowa’s mind. Quatre couldn’t tell
what, but he wanted Trowa to feel as secure and fine as he himself did right
now. Trowa had done much for him, so Quatre should take any chance to release
his urge to return this favor.
Trowa thought about it
a moment. “I was just remembering...
one night me and Wufei shared a room.
Well, we shared a room many times, but a certain night. He caught me trying to overdose on
Excedrin. He stopped me, forced me to
throw it up and then... “ his voice trailed off as he smiled slightly. “... then he pulled me into the bottom bunk
and stayed with me. I think I emptied
about half of the water in my body on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to care at all though, he encouraged me. He said... hn, it was something. Oh, yes, ‘Only the strong can acknowledge
tears, and know the right time to let them go.
Don’t feel weak, Trowa, you are brave to have lived with your demons for
so long. You are one of the strongest
warriors I’ve met.’ And all I could do
was weep in his arms...” Trowa recalled.
Quatre held on to
Trowa, tightly. If Wufei had not helped him, they would probably have lost
Trowa. The thought was rather frightening. Quatre had his eyes closed by then,
his cheek resting on Trowa’s chest, closely and comfortingly.
“Don’t do that again,
Trowa-chan. Never. I’ll be here if you need me.” That was about all he could
say.
Treize Khushrenada had
taken a long walk. Dragged to a certain point, he waited patiently. He was
about to get what he wanted, even if it required patience. He carefully hid
himself, knowing that he was partly in danger, though he could dodge that, if
he was careful. The commander was cold and calm. He could wait. A set of
binoculars was dangling next to his sword, his favorite weapon.
Trowa was momentarily surprised by Quatre
holding him so tight, but he got over it and held him softly. In hindsight, telling Quatre about his
bursts of suicidal fits might not have been a good idea. He didn’t want the blond to feel like he’d
have to keep an eye on him constantly to make sure he might not be trying to
overdose again. No, he had no intention
of that now, not when he held the world in his arms. But how could he ever convince him of it now? He knew that now, whenever he got a cold or
anything ached from battle, he always felt Wufei’s watchful eyes on him, ready
to smack the back of his head to make him spit out any too-large amount of
pills. It was irritating to be doted on
even that much, but he knew Quatre might be worse because he loved him... Well, at least he would be doing it for that
reason. He could certainly live with
that. As if it explained all this and
more, that he wouldn’t dream of ending this wondrous feeling of such a
beautiful creature, physically and mentally, loving him, he said simply: “I
love you.”
Wufei, meanwhile, had
decided to do something useful. He
wouldn’t be able to take his mind off the dream, he knew that. But he felt there was something hidden from
him, some sort of enlightenment or maybe truth concealed within layers of
meaning in the dream. His mind always became
sharper and clearer when he trained. So
that’s what he was going to do.
Currently, he had
grabbed his loved katana and was walking to the empty, flat-ground in the
center of the garden. It was tiled with
cement, which would add something interesting to his workout. Finally reaching his goal, the pilot took
off his white, long-sleeved shirt and folded it neatly. It was a habit that he had learned which
saved him much time and patience. His
mind was already becoming one with the wind, clearing and rolling with it’s
currents. He had his customary blue
tank top that had been under his shirt.
He then pulled his sword out of it’s sheath slowly, savoring the sliding
motion under his fingers and the revealing of it’s slivery skin. He tossed the sheath on top of his shirt,
eyes locked on the blade. With
deliberate steps, he went to the center of the square. His body took over, long-ingrained habits
and movements took him over, the sword dancing with his moving body in a
dangerous dance of warm up. His dark
eyes lost focus and closed, looking instead inwards to find the answers he
longed to understand.
Quatre kissed the
cloth on Trowa’s chest softly. “I love you, too…” he answered whispering.
Trowa’s answer was more than a no, I
won’t do it again. Trowa had even provided a reason – he wouldn’t try to
kill himself because he loved Quatre. And once again, Quatre trusted Trowa
completely.
“You know, Trowa-chan,
we all are crazy at some times,” he explained. “I remember a night, I was
crying my eyes out in my bed.” He wouldn’t tell Trowa that he had mainly been
the reason for that outburst of tears. “… Duo woke up and gently shook me until
I sat up and could cry on his chest. That’s when I told him, that it would
probably be easier if I died.” Quatre muted for a second to get control over
the emotion shaking him, remembering that. “Duo rocked me gently and told me,
that, even though he didn’t know whether there was something like an afterlife,
the pain of seeing him, you, Wufei and Heero grief over the loss of me would be
much more painful than death. He said, if either of us died in the war, that
would be painfully acceptable, but loosing me or anyone to something like
suicide would not be understandable to him, it would plainly suck. If I thought
about it, he said, there’d always be something to hold onto, when life seemed
to go down. It might be some strange hope, it might be just the knowledge that
you might be needed now or later, or the wish to see, whether your life can
improve again. Missing the chance to experience would just be stupid. He held
me close and patted my head until I fell asleep again.” Quatre let his arm
slide down along Trowa’s to intertwine his fingers with Trowa’s. “And there’s
something else he said… Right before I fell asleep, he said: ‘And most
important, Quatre-kun, if you died you would miss the chance to love and be
loved. There’s no such feeling as love, whether it is returned or not. You
would not know that, if you died.’ I think that is what kept me from doing
similar things to what you do did – ever since. Duo doesn’t know it had that
impact on me.”
Treize smirked at
himself. He knew he would get his way and now his prey was so innocently
displaying himself in front of him. He hid behind a tree, watching Wufei’s warm
up. He swung his sword with elegance and strength. A few more minutes and he
would let the Chinese boy take note of his presence. He knew very well, that
Chang Wufei had enjoyed his dream. Letting him know that this hadn’t been a
dream would startle him at first, but he would finally have to surrender to his
feelings. Playing with that sort of fire was really tempting.
Trowa smiled. He gently squeezed the hand in his. No, Duo might not know, but the proof of it was here and living. He would never be able to thank Duo enough
for his unusually wise words. Some
rather large thumps were heard and then some squeaking noises... Trowa blushed. Well, now would not be the time to even try. He’d rather not see it, and he’d never live
down Heero’s rage... Oh dear. Well, any seriousness they had was almost
gone after the noisy interruption, intended or not.
“Ahem, w-well I certainly am grateful to him... but I think he’s
getting rewarded enough in a way I wouldn’t be able to provide, so...” he
smiled, a little mischievously, but was blushing anyway.
Wufei continued,
unaware of any observance. He was lost
in himself, eyes closed, mind clear and speeding almost as fast as his
body. The katana was more of an
extension of himself than a separate object as he went through exercises,
coming quickly to the mind-numbing and hard ones. It was almost more of a dance than a training session, so fluid
and precise were his movements. Yes,
the sword had been with him for as long as he could remember, a present from
his father at the age of five. An old
friend he wielded with extreme skill.
But he wasn’t even aware of himself, his senses focused instead on the
problem at hand. Why did he dream of
Treize? And what did they mean!?
Quatre blushed
intensely. “Um... yeah...” He snuggled closer to his only protection and his
face in Trowa’s arm. This was rather embarrassing, he admitted to himself.
“I-I... guess we ... er... should be happy for him ... – them, then?” he asked
unsure of how to react to such disturbing noises from his fellow pilots. His
fingers were still intertwined with Trowa’s while the other hand was wrapped
around the other tightly, caressing back and side of one of the most beautiful
bodies in the world.
((Line: Excoooooze us, Cleesy couldn’t resist writing about these...
noises.))
Treize stepped out from his
hiding place when Wufei was just heading for it. He was surprised whether the
Chinese soldier would try to hit him now or whether he would stop before.
Treize held a secure hand to his own sword to dodge the other if he did not
stop. He smiled slightly, waiting for any reaction.
Trowa nodded. “Yes, but I’m just glad we can’t hear them.”
He couldn’t say out loud just how shocking it would be to hear something
coming out of Heero’s mouth other than some comment or statement about a
mission. So instead, he tried to forget
those thoughts and snuggled close to Quatre, holding him closely.
Wufei felt himself stop, arm
extended, back arched straight in his half-crouch. He opened his eyes and caught himself before his jaw flopped onto
the ground. In the blink of an eye he
went from joy, to worry, to suspicion, to his usual scowl. His right arm was straight out, the tip of
his katana a mere inch from Treize’s throat.
He glared at the older man, radiating distrust and barely restrained
attack. His body was tense, but whether
from enemy surprise, or loving anticipation, he refused to acknowledge
which. “Treize.”
Quatre pushed Trowa to lay
down in a more comfortable position and pulled his own upper torso onto him. He
still felt a slight feverish heat on his head, but he would be okay. He gently
pulled himself higher on the bed to kiss Trowa slightly and softly. “Ai shiteru, Trowa-chan.” He just felt
like saying it, so he did. It was a wonderful feeling to tell him, why not
provoke it. It was almost as wonderful as hearing it.
Treize gently placed a flat
hand on the top of Wufei’s katana, lowering it some with a gentle push, so it
wouldn’t threaten his life anymore. “Chang Wufei,” he said, smirking some. The
reaction he just had observed certainly pleased him. The young and strong
Chinese certainly had something to him, something Treize was really in
anticipation for. Why else would he set himself in such danger as this? Would
Chang Wufei try to fight him, now that he had to learn he was not dreaming?
Treize could hardly await the answer...
Trowa nuzzled the blond’s
cheek lovingly, his arms slipping around Quatre’s body, folding his hands on
that endlessly cute dip in the blond’s spine above his bum. Well, that was rather cute too... He chuckled quietly to himself; he wondered
if Quatre would blush, if he knew Trowa was thinking such things. But how could he prevent it? The Arabian was so beautiful, he couldn’t
help it. He kissed the blond back
before planting light kisses on his forehead.
Wufei let him push the blade
down, somewhat tempted to just cut off the offending half of the hand. But instead he stood up straight and
deliberately took his gaze from Treize’s face to the sheath at his side. Good, he would fight an honorable match with
the bastard. He held the handle of the
katana in both hands, placing his feet squarely apart, bending slightly at the
knees. His dark eyes burned up into
Treize’s blue ones. “I challenge you.”
“Just what I expected,
Chang,” Treize sad satisfied, “It fits the strength of your character.” He
pulled his own sword out, still standing straight and tall. “You are the
younger,” he said, matter-of-factly, “make the first move.” He knew he would
win this fight as well as all the others, but it was blissful every time the
Chinese fought him. Eventually, with enough training and more encounters, he
would become a real threat to Treize. Yet, he still could be considered in
training. Of course, Treize would never tell Wufei. And to be honest, he
already was pretty surprised by the strength and courage Chang Wufei showed.
Quatre enjoyed every touch
from Trowa. He closed his eyes, feeling soft lips on his forehead. It was so
sparkling. He slid his hands under Trowa’s shirt and let them crawl over the
soft skin. The skin he had kissed and caressed all night long. He felt the
velvet-like surface on his fingertips. Warming heat was streaming from Trowa,
bringing that scent he knew so well now. He buried his face in Trowa’s neck,
kissing and sniffing skin and hair. All that was Trowa, and all that was so
incredibly close...
Trowa watched Quatre with
quiet, half-amusement. Did the small
angel enjoy him as much as Trowa enjoyed him?
It seemed so. He shivered a bit
at the touch, blinked when Quatre started kissing his neck. And here he thought Quatre was still tired
from his symptoms... He snuggled a
little up against the blond, kissing the top of his head. “Quatre...?” He was a little confused about his actions. Surely he wasn’t feeling up to...
Wufei snarled at the
annoying comment. How unjust to assume
him nothing more than a mere boy! Damn
Treize, he was as much a man as the spineless enemy, if not more so! He caught himself from springing straight at
him, no. What if he said it to intentionally piss him off and use his anger
against him? It was an important
stratagem he had learned from a book once.
Huh, Treize knew him better than he had realized. In his dreams Treize was closer to him than
even Trowa, even as close as he and Meiran were... Hn, no time to think about this.
His thoughts flew by in a matter of seconds.
With the smoothness of
falling water, Wufei struck right lunging fast and deep. He was being reckless, but he was still a
little pissed off about that haughtiness Treize lorded over him.
Treize dodged Wufei by
flipping himself to the side. He stroke back from behind, intentionally ripping
the side of Wufei’s pants so his leg was free and the cloth was merely dangling
around it; he had miscalculated a bit, though. He didn’t know how much he had
injured the pilot’s leg or whether the injury was serious. Treize scolded
himself for slightly ruining something so precious. He retreated a bit, giving
Wufei room for another attack and held his sword ready in one hand.
“Huh?” Quatre answered
muffled with perfect innocence. Trowa’s shirt slid upwards some from his
action. Quatre pulled his legs up, so he was completely on top of Trowa. His
right leg was between Trowa’s, the left on Trowa’s right, so they practically
enclosed Trowa’s right leg. Quatre kept on kissing, biting Trowa’s ear
lovingly.
Wufei didn’t wince when
Treize’s blade graze his skin. He
fought off a blush, feeling inanely inept and embarrassed at the showing of
skin. But this was a battle, and there
was nothing but attack and defense. It
was a hairline cut on the side of his calf.
Crouching low, he used his smallness to his advantage and lunged in
again close to Treize. As he seemed to
slash at the man’s midsection, he changed the katana’s direction at last second
and rolled right in-between Treize’s legs, intending to return the favor of his
leg, only severing it, of course...
Trowa shivered again, and
not from the cold. He tugged absently
at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it back down some. He was blushing lightly, and he gently ran a
hand through Quatre’s gold strands.
“What are you trying to do to me, mizu me? You need rest.”
“Nah!” Quatre complained,
pulling the shirt back up. Sure, that little fever was still there, nagging on
him, but he had rested enough for his taste. And what he was trying to do to
Trowa...? Well, that question did not really need an answer. The blanket, that
had once been carefully tucked under him was crumpled beside them, now –
chilling out, Quatre supposed. He also felt himself chilling and shivering –
due to the still present, but feeble cold. His hand rubbed Trowa’s shoulder in
some sort of massage. Would he give in to him, despite his sick shivering?
Treize jumped out of the way
– the katana hardly missing his shoe. “You definitely learned something since
your last defea- … encounter with me.” He brushed past him, facing Wufei from
the other side. “Unfortunately not enough.” There was nothing like a good,
teasing conversation to a proper fight; it made it honorable and stylish.
Wufei only scowled. He was panting, part in due to the
excursuses he put himself through a moment ago, and partly from the fight
itself. He stood his ground, a couple
paces from Treize, knees bent slightly, his weight on the balls of his feet,
ready to dodge at any moment. His chest
heaved as he tried to get his breath back.
Damn, he was really caught at a bad time – he was already a little
worn-down from training. He decided to
make one more attack and if he didn’t take Treize out with that, then he’d wait
him out. He jumped forward, swinging
his katana in a low arc upwards.
Trowa touched Quatre cheek,
lightly pressing the back of his hand against it. He frowned some. “Your
still a bit warm.”
“Mh…” Quatre muttered, “It’s
not only the sickness…” and yes, he was trying to imply something here. It got
pretty much clear as he slid the shirt higher, softly tingling the skin
underneath it. That damned cold still made him shiver as if the room was not
properly heated. He ignored that and the light sweat on his forehead. He
couldn’t really tell where exactly that came from.
Treize smirked – here came
the attack he’d been waiting for. He pulled his sword up to let it hit the
other from above. He turned his wrists, effectively yanking both weapons aside
and the katana out of Wufei’s hands. Having done so, he threateningly held the
tip of his own sword to Wufei’s throat. “Once again, Chang Wufei.”
“Kill me.” Wufei stated simply, carelessly ignoring the
threatening blade. He sank to his
knees, and set his hand on his thighs, looking back up at Treize with honest
desire for him to do the deed. “Kill
me, Treize.” His voice nearly broke,
but he held it in check. His black eyes
locked Treize’s blue ones in a gaze not even he could break, asking
passionately for death with their silent voices.
“Mizu me...” Trowa blushed
lightly. He put his hand to Quatre’s
forehead and he frowned slightly. “I
don’t think we should do this now, the cold is still effecting you too much. Are you sure you feel alright? Should I get you another wet cloth? Maybe a heating pad for anything
specifically aching?” True and utter
concern was in his voice and eyes as he gently stroked the blond’s forehead.
Damn,
there was no way to fool Trowa. Indeed, the blond Arabian felt somewhat
crappy and Trowa was so right about the ‘we
shouldn’t do this now’-thing. Quatre resigned, not wanting to upset Trowa
or end up knocking himself unconscious as drugged and sick as he was. He sighed
heartily, he even pouted.
“I hate you for being right,
Trowa-chan. Can’t help loving you so much!” He stopped kissing so passionately
and settled for simply resting with his face buried in Trowa’s neck.
Treize let the blade sink,
smirking. “No, I won’t do you that favor. You are much too precious as a
fighter and lover to ruin.” He tucked
his sword back in his belt, slightly chuckling. He went over to the still
crouched and panting fighter, pulling up his chin with one finger. “Dreams are
a wonderful thing, aren’t they?”
Trowa smiled slightly in
apology, rubbing his cheek on Quatre’s soft hair. He held him close and comfortingly, knowing soon the drugs would
kick in. He wasn’t sure about one
thing; either Quatre was the type to fall asleep by them, or he would just feel
better. Either way, an end justified
the means and the blond would get better.
Wufei turned his head away
from the finger quickly, looking downwards to cover his shock. No, no, it couldn’t,... there was no
way. No way!!! He had to lean on an arm to keep himself
from falling over in shock. His eyes
were wide, his breathing made now difficult by emotion. Unless...
How dare he! It was insane, he knew, to be mad at Treize
for dreaming of him in the same manner that he did of him, but... well...
still!!! If this was the case, then he
didn’t need to start smacking his head on the ground. He looked back up at the other man, disgust and anger with a
tinge of hurt on his face. “You are
dishonorable in the way you think about me, Khushrenada!” he spit in his direction. “An insult!
Are you a coward even so that you will not grant me release with that
bright blade? Or has it’s skin never
felt blood, for only your minions carry out your murderous orders!? The least you could do is order one of them
from behind a tree to come and do the job!”
he yelled loudly, trying to draw out any group of soldiers the leader
would have with him to keep him ‘safe’.
“Only the weak need the strong to carry them, Treize! Let an innocent killer end me where you will
not!” He spit again at him.
Treize put the back of
his hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. “Dishonorable in the way I think
about you...” he smirked, “Well, so are you, Mr. Chang. I remember having some
dreamy experiences with you last night and I intend to repeat them. I usually
get what I want.” He offered a hand to help Wufei up on to his feet.
Quatre let himself be
cuddled and cared for a while. He then set his elbow on the pillow under Trowa
and supported his head with his hand, leaning on it and looking down into
emerald-colored eyes. “I’ll keep taking my rest then,” he decided smiling, “I
start feeling better, thanks to your care, and there will be a lot of time for
other things later.” He winked at Trowa and plopped his head down on the taller
boys shoulder again, determined to completely recover as fast as possible.
Trowa chuckled quietly at
the blond’s determination and hugged him.
“Your are so cute when your sick, mizu me,” he joked
expressionlessly.
Wufei smacked his hand away
reflexively before the news of what Treize was saying hit him hard in the
gut. He blinked a couple times, unable
to say anything. Confusion replaced
anger as he stared at the ground with impossibly big eyes. His lips were parted, and his mouth was just
short of hanging open. He didn’t
notice, he was just so confused. All
this time... it was real... every night he had thought was just a strange,
sexual dream was... real...
He blushed intensely.
Treize raised an eyebrow,
not surprised by the other’s reaction. He simply walked over to Wufei, picked
him up in his arms, one hand under his legs, the other supporting the neck of
the much smaller boy. “Stop blushing,” he said lightly, making it towards the
door he knew would lead to Wufei’s room, “you look good enough without it.”
Quatre blinked, his
eyelashes tickling a certain neck. Sweet
when I am sick?
“Hmph!” he complained again,
only to giggle right after that. “I don’t intend to be sick, just because you
like it!”
Trowa smiled, kissing the
blond strands happily. “Good, because I do enjoy it when your healthy and
sweaty for other reasons.” He cuddled
up to him innocently, stroking Quatre's back in a comforting-kinda way.
Wufei blinked. Treize was carrying him!? How
undignified!!! He immediately started
squirming, trying to break free. “I am
no onna! Stopit, putmedown!” He wiggled
against Treize, still a bit lost by the whole situation, but being hauled
around like a sack of potatoes snapped him out of it long enough for him to get
pissed off at his, urm, lover again.
“Oh, keep it down!” Treize
protested, closing the door behind him and setting the Chinese pilot down on
his bed. He strolled over to the other door, locking it. Blissful, that was
what it was, even though the Chinese was complaining. He sat down next to Wufei, facing him. “I know you are no woman,
baka.”
Quatre made some extremely
big eyes, “Ew, Trowa … that’s nasty. But I feel the same. Let’s sleep some,
then, so I’ll be healthy and fresh in a little while.” He closed his eyes in a
serious attempt to fall asleep. “Sleep well, koibito.”
“You as well, mizu me.” He kissed Quatre lightly on the head again
before forcing his body to completely relax and closed his eyes. It was a trick he had learned a long while
ago, particularly useful should you have an insomnia-filled night. Trowa sighed quietly, starting to fall
asleep already.
Wufei scrambled away from
him, sitting in the farthest corner of the bed from Treize. He pulled his knees up to his chest and
wrapped his arms around his legs. He
glared as best he could at the other man, embarrassment and already muffled
want warring within him. Embarrassment
won out, and he was blushing again.
Damnit, those hadn’t been dreams... he had actually DONE those things
with the man...
Treize smiled slightly. “You
haven’t been so restrained last night,” he let slip. “Come on, Wufei, there is
nothing wrong with it.” He crawled over to him, wrapping him in his arms and
placing a soft kiss on Wufei’s forehead. He desired this boy, but approaching
him had to be done with care. It wasn’t as easy as making him think he would be
dreaming.
Wufei winced, leaning
backwards as he tried to think of a way to get the hell out of there. His katana!
It was still outside, maybe he could make a run for it, and- well, he’d
figure that out then. The most
important thing was getting away from Treize.
He ignored his body’s reactions to Treize being so close as he shoved
himself away from the man, scrambling as fast as he could to the other side of
the bed, the side closest to the door.
Treize slowly crawled after
Wufei, running a hand over the naked upper body. “Even the strongest have to
give in to their heart’s desire.” He
was well aware that the key for the door was safely hidden in his own pocket.
He placed another, sensual kiss on Wufei’s soft cheeks, almost weakening
himself at the touch. The beautiful Chinese had surrendered to him with
pleasure when he thought he was dreaming, it couldn’t take too long until he
saw that the situation now did not provide much of a difference. The fact that
Wufei reacted to that touch, encouraged him.
Wufei spun on his knees,
snatching Treize’s one hand by the back of the wrist, yanking upwards, exposing
his neck. His other hand shot out, two
fingers ready and threatening a rather vital vein in the man’s neck. He tried to hide it as best he could, but he
was shaking some. Treize’s light
touches effected him more than he’d ever admit, and he was dangerously close to
giving into him. But-no! He had only been submissive to Treize when
he thought it was a dream. He felt
betrayed in a most serious way, but he wouldn’t show his pain. He tightened his lips together his dark eyes
glaring at Treize’s, but they revealed his true feelings as well.
“Ease, soldier,” Treize said
slowly, placing one hand lightly on Wufei’s wrist, pushing it away from him. “I
don’t mind giving my life to someone as beautiful as you. I really appreciate
your courage. It has always been a pleasure fighting with you – but considering
the feelings we have for each other, we cannot only keep on fighting.”
Wufei slowly let his arms
drop, easing back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged. He placed a hand on his other upper arm, digging his fingernails
into the skin. He looked downwards, his
voice now soft. “Why didn’t you tell
me?”
Treize, as well, looked down
onto the sheets. It was hard to admit, but seeing his love like that, and being
the cause of it, was plain painful. “Wufei,…” he started, deciding to excuse to
the only one worth excusing to, “gomen
nasai. I know I should have told you a long time ago. But you see how you
reacted, now. I thought you would refuse me.” He let his hand move over the
soft cloth of Wufei’s pants, and kept on talking with a silent and careful
voice. “I could not think of anything more painful than my love’s resistance.
When you started to believe it was a dream, it made us both happy.” He laid his
forehead on Wufei’s right knee, releasing a slight sigh. “It’s hard to risk
something so beautiful. I wanted to tell you earlier – I didn’t have the heart to
do it.” Had Treize Khushrenada ever been so brutally honest to anyone? He could
not remember. It bugged him, that he still had to be so attentive and could not
display his complete weakness to the soldier. Wufei still had the potential to
kill him, right now.
Wufei shivered visibly at
Treize’s touch. His black eyes looked
up to find Treize’s face downwards. He
knew honesty when he heard it. And it
was plain obvious he had never apologized for anything before. As strong warriors shouldn’t... unless it
was something important. So he
had. But how could he... he knew he had laid down at Treize’s touch
many times before, but now it was different.
Now he knew it was not just a fantasy of the mind, that it was
real. And while the consequences of
their love was more of a harsh reality than before, the meaning and joy that
they could share was now reality for him as well. Wufei leaned forward, lifting Treize’s chin to force him to look
into his eyes. His voice was still
soft. “If anyone finds you here, they’ll
try to kill you.” He didn’t know
himself what might happen, but he did know one thing – he would stop them.
“They won’t find me, Wufei,”
Treize answered confidently. “No one will know about any of this; it’s too
precious to be ruined.” He watched the dark black eyes and found the emotions
he had been searching for so long. He tried his best with another gentle touch
of his own mouth on thin, tasty lips. The young man, he had loved from the
moment of their first fight, succeeded in setting the worlds’ war to peace for
the moment. May the world be fighting, it didn’t matter for the moments they
would share.
Wufei struggled with himself
to not react to the kiss, but he couldn’t for long. He conceded to Treize and slowly returned the kiss, unable to do
anything else. After a few minutes, he
broke the kiss, looking downwards. For
the second time this day, he was struggling to catch his breath. So many feelings ran through him, he could
hardly stay afloat in the storm. He
loved the soldier beside him desperately, but again his loyalties were vastly
divided. If... if Treize tried to coax
him, he wouldn't be strong enough to resist.
But, did he really want to resist?
Treize narrowed his eyes,
still feeling the embarrassment of the one across from him. He knew how hard it
was to forget the differences between them. He couldn’t blame the Chinese pilot
for struggling with his emotions. The returned kiss set Treize aflame, making
him ask for more. He edged nearer, uncrossing Wufei’s legs with gentle hands,
and slowly pushing against his lips with a hungry tongue. It was his honest
word, that no one would ever know about this. He wouldn’t ruin his chances for
more.
Wufei’s world spun out of
control. Dreams merged into reality and
he was with Treize, the only point not dancing wildly about him. With his lover’s kiss and touch, the world
had fallen away and there was only him and Treize. He returned the other’s kiss with the same passion with which it
was given, only slightly trying to half-heartedly resist. He started to push Treize’s hand off his
leg, but he stopped halfway, his attention diverted by Treize’s mouth.
Treize pulled a beautifully
shaped, slender and small body closer to him. A silent moan was heard between
his breathing as he felt Wufei’s hand on his. He pulled it away, opening his
belt. Sword and binoculars dropped to the floor. It traveled over to an ankle,
pulling the leg over to wrap Treize’s body. Now, that Wufei was aware of the
reality of this, love seemed more intense than it had ever been.
Wufei leaned into Treize’s
arms, his hands on either side of Treize’s handsome face, preventing him from
pulling away if he tried. Something
occurred to him and he pushed Treize away, breaking the kiss and their bodies’
light contact. He put a forceful hand
on Treize’s chest to keep him from just pulling him close again. He determinedly kept the distance, eye
blazing into Treize’s bright ones. “One
thing, one thing you have to swear to or I will refuse you.”
Surprised, Treize stood
still as Wufei wanted him to. He just watched dark eyes with anticipation and
blinked encouragingly, waiting for Wufei to speak again. He hoped it was a wish
he could fulfill. Even though he would have promised almost anything in the
eyes of such sweetness, he knew the meaning of honesty. Treize was too much of
a gentleman to make promises, he would not be able to keep up. Knowing that, he
anticipated Wufei’s conditions even more.
“Stay until I wake up, or at
least wake me before you go.” Wufei
said it sternly and needingly all at the same time, his voice speaking
volumes. Even though it was hard to
stay apart from the warm, accepting body before him, he had to get this
vow. He couldn’t take waking up alone
again now that he knew it was real. He
doubted his sanity could take it, and his heart was long-past being able to
shrug it off. It was too damn
painful...
Treize smiled mildly. It was
a risky wish, but one he could sacrifice for this. “Yes, I will stay,” he
answered, honestly looking into the other’s eyes. He gracefully unbuttoned his
uniform, not loosing touch with Wufei, since the young pilot didn’t seem to do
that for him.
Wufei nodded to
himself. Good. The boy shifted to sit on his knees,
scooting closer to Treize. He brushed
away his hands and took over unbuttoning all those darn-fangled buttons they insisted on sewing into these stupid
uniforms. His fingers searched out the
circle-shaped offenders and nimbly undid them.
Treize let himself be undressed and released himself of the
uniform’s jacket. He pulled Wufei’s arms gently, dragging him on top of him, as
he laid back. His mouth took care of the smaller one’s chin and neck with
perfect softness. No, he wouldn’t leave him, if he needed him. He knew life was
perfectly difficult for both of them, being in love with the enemy. They needed
comfort in the same way, so they would secretly share it. It was time to be
himself, for once.
Wufei moved with him as he
pulled, straddling the older’s hips.
His quick fingers found the buttons on Treize’s shirt, undoing them
quickly. He was careful not to rip it
in his need; if anyone saw the rip, they most certainly would question Treize
and he’d have to come up with a good excuse to explain why he had left out on
his own. The last thing he knew Treize
needed was a mutiny. He grinned evilly
to himself. Especially with all the
damage the Gundams were doing to OZ.
Finally finished the row of buttons, he pulled the shirt away, pushing
it aside on the bed, out of the way.
There.. yes, there was that beautiful body that sent shivers all through
him. It was a pity the man hid it under
so many layers of clothing. His hands
slid up the chest, still convincing himself he wasn’t nutty. But he wasn’t because the skin was real, the
muscles beneath real... He wasn’t alone. They weren’t alone.
((Line: Yeah, get used to
that, even Mr. Khushrenada knows how to love. And no, we’re not getting Marimea
involved in this, too. Actually,.... thinking about Relena and this cute little
Khushrenada-girl... *smacks own head* NOOOO!))
((Clees: hehehe, a corny end
for a corny story, ne? Ach, we can’t
help it. And no, I do not agree with
the MxR idea... *shudders* Hmm... but
what about NxR? Or a 6xS? Or SxN? *head
falls off* Right well, that signifies I’ve crossed the line, so bye! *chases
Line and Skimbleshanks with Pouncival* MMMWWAAHAHAHAHA!!!))