WYLS
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. INCLUDING Yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 1: Where're the Cue Cards?!
Wufei was stunned. He just couldn't believe it. He'd LOST. How could he lose? Wait a minute. Reaching into hammerspace, he rummaged around until he felt his hands brush against a booklet.
"Aha!" He pulled out the script, and began thumbing through. Finally, his gaze settled on the recently spoken dialogue. He skimmed through it quickly, searching for the end. What he read did not please the Chinese boy.
"Shit! I really was supposed to lose!" In his anger, he flung the script over his shoulder instead of depositing it back into the relative safety of his dimensional pocket. Treize had watched the Gundam pilot in silence, a smirk planted firmly on his face. When the boy threw his script away, however, the smirk developed into something a bit more feral. Lazily slicing his sword through the air by his side, he approached Wufei. "Well, now, Dragon. I do believe this is where I deny ending your life, but take another prize, instead."
Wufei did not appreciate the tone of Treize's voice. Nor did he care for the "X-Ray Vision" mode of the Oz Leader's eyes. His script. He needed his script. If this was really in it, he'd shove the damned thing up his agent's ... well. He turned. And stared. He was facing an open window. An open window on the third floor. An open window on the third floor with some very uninviting rocks and rose bushes below. Damn.
"Lose something, Dragon?" Treize's voice was low and seductive. And right in his left ear. It didn't take long for Wufei to realize he was in a very bad position.
"Well, eh, hmm. I seemed to have ..."
"Oh, don't worry, my dear colleague. You can borrow _mine_." The Chinese boy stiffened. He had the sneaking suspicion that the General was not talking about scripts. He slowly began to turn.
"Borrow your wha...ch...oh!" Treize was innocently holding up a booklet. It was almost identical to the one he'd, moments before, tossed out the window. Almost, but not quite. He was sure his didn't have the words "With Revisions by T.K." embossed at the bottom.
"Come, now, Dragon." Treize tossed the booklet on the nearby bed. "Let us get comfortable and review the scenes." Wufei gulped as he watched his enemy saunter towards the bed. The Oz General slowly sat on the edge, then reclined just a bit. He used his sword to beckon the young pilot to him.
Wufei silently cursed. He might have a chance of remembering how this scene played out if he could get to the script. Sure, it was most definitely altered, but there just might be something similar enough to jog his memory. But, getting to the script meant going to Treize. And Treize did _not_ seem to be in a reading mood. Damn, but this really sucked justice.
*******
That's part 1. Umm..I have no prereaders, so I really appreciate people pointing out any typos, etc.
Why WYLS? Well, you don't find that out until the end...
by Karma-chan
THIS STORY IS RATED R - for language and adult situations. INCLUDING Yaoi (slash) and het implications.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I barely own my car. Please don't sue. College students don't make good Sugar Daddies...or Mommas...or whatever. Besides, this is definitely for entertainment purposes only. I work in hell for money. Writing demented fics is fun!
Warning: Reading this fic could be dangerous for your health. Especially if you attempt to do so while driving. Or something else that requires your senses to be concentrating on doing it, and not reading. Get it? Who cares! Must warn you kiddies about the language. Yep, language is used! But, I mean the "adult" type. OH, and adult situations. Implied yaoi, implied hetro. OOC, author doing origami to make things fit, and a bit of Relena bashing. If you don't like it, bite it. I mean, leave. NOW ...
Part 1: Where're the Cue Cards?!
Wufei was stunned. He just couldn't believe it. He'd LOST. How could he lose? Wait a minute. Reaching into hammerspace, he rummaged around until he felt his hands brush against a booklet.
"Aha!" He pulled out the script, and began thumbing through. Finally, his gaze settled on the recently spoken dialogue. He skimmed through it quickly, searching for the end. What he read did not please the Chinese boy.
"Shit! I really was supposed to lose!" In his anger, he flung the script over his shoulder instead of depositing it back into the relative safety of his dimensional pocket. Treize had watched the Gundam pilot in silence, a smirk planted firmly on his face. When the boy threw his script away, however, the smirk developed into something a bit more feral. Lazily slicing his sword through the air by his side, he approached Wufei. "Well, now, Dragon. I do believe this is where I deny ending your life, but take another prize, instead."
Wufei did not appreciate the tone of Treize's voice. Nor did he care for the "X-Ray Vision" mode of the Oz Leader's eyes. His script. He needed his script. If this was really in it, he'd shove the damned thing up his agent's ... well. He turned. And stared. He was facing an open window. An open window on the third floor. An open window on the third floor with some very uninviting rocks and rose bushes below. Damn.
"Lose something, Dragon?" Treize's voice was low and seductive. And right in his left ear. It didn't take long for Wufei to realize he was in a very bad position.
"Well, eh, hmm. I seemed to have ..."
"Oh, don't worry, my dear colleague. You can borrow _mine_." The Chinese boy stiffened. He had the sneaking suspicion that the General was not talking about scripts. He slowly began to turn.
"Borrow your wha...ch...oh!" Treize was innocently holding up a booklet. It was almost identical to the one he'd, moments before, tossed out the window. Almost, but not quite. He was sure his didn't have the words "With Revisions by T.K." embossed at the bottom.
"Come, now, Dragon." Treize tossed the booklet on the nearby bed. "Let us get comfortable and review the scenes." Wufei gulped as he watched his enemy saunter towards the bed. The Oz General slowly sat on the edge, then reclined just a bit. He used his sword to beckon the young pilot to him.
Wufei silently cursed. He might have a chance of remembering how this scene played out if he could get to the script. Sure, it was most definitely altered, but there just might be something similar enough to jog his memory. But, getting to the script meant going to Treize. And Treize did _not_ seem to be in a reading mood. Damn, but this really sucked justice.
*******
That's part 1. Umm..I have no prereaders, so I really appreciate people pointing out any typos, etc.
Why WYLS? Well, you don't find that out until the end...