Title: Seduction
Author: Sphynx
Pairings: 2x5(eventually, the main point, ye know), 3x4 (established),
others.
Warnings: Yaoi, shounen ai, yuri, shoujo ai, blah blah blah.I don't know.
Notes: Why do I ever think of writing during my psych class? Well, this
was supposed to be a "Duo's coming out story", but hey, we're not perfect
and it didn't quite work that way. Be easy on me, this is my first 2x5-
centric ficcy.
Disclaimers: I don't own them, I don't wanna own them. They'd drive me up
a wall. But I still like to play with them. So.I'm not making any profit,
and I'll put them back where I found them, if slightly rumpled (THAT won't
be my fault).
Part 1
Chang Wufei's head snapped up from his notes as he heard the door close softly behind a late arrival to class. He hated people who were late; it showed a lack of responsibility and a general disrespect for their fellow man. As he gazed at they young man looking around the room for an empty seat, Wufei realized that he had never seen this boy before. He was sure to have remembered the tall muscular form with the long chestnut braid swinging almost down to his thighs. The boy found a seat towards the back of the class and sat. Wufei's attention returned to his note, but he wasn't able to rid him mind of the image of innocent beauty that had just walked into the class.
"Now as you all know, your first paper is due on Monday. I hope you have a good weekend, but I don't take late assignments, I will have to have the paper in my hands by five o'clock Monday afternoon. Now get out of here." The professor ended his class, and motioned for the new student to stay behind. He was the kind of professor that every new freshman wanted, cool, challenging but not hard, and easygoing. He actually cared about the students in his classes, something that was rare considering how many students most of the professors at the college had.
The students rose and left, chattering away about everything from the lecture they had just heard to their weekend plans. Wufei rose slowly, as if from a daze. He had taken notes almost automatically, barely thinking as he extracted what he needed to know from the lecture. If it were any class but psychology, he would never have gotten away with his lack of attention.
"I should have paid attention," he muttered under his breath "there is no reason that I should daydream in any class."
Two hours later Wufei was in his room, trying to get his paper written for psychology. He sat there trying to focus on his topic, Freud's theory of psychosexual development. What a topic. He didn't remember how he had chosen it, only that now he had to do a paper on it and it's various stages. He had just gotten his first paragraph when there was a loud knock on his door. Cursing under his breath he got up and opened the door. It was the new boy.
"Um.Wufei? I was told that you always have the best notes and that you never miss class." He looked confident and bright, as if it were an everyday occurrence to be standing in the doorway of a slightly irate young man's dorm room, whom he didn't know from Adam. "Do you think I could take a look at them? I mean I was in a class before I came here, but I need to catch up with the Prof's stuff."
"Certainly.?"
"Duo, Duo Maxwell."
"Then if you will come in for a moment I'll give you what notes I have."
"Thanks man, I don't know how I can ever repay you." Duo didn't have much time to say any more as Wufei shoved a disk into his hands and politely pushed him out of the door.
"Thanks are not required, and don't worry about the disk, it's just a copy of the file." The door shut behind Duo and Wufei went back to his desk and sat down heavily. He knew he shouldn't have been so rude, but he had almost lost his self-control with the boy so close.
"Stupid, why couldn't you just have been nice for once," he muttered to himself before getting back to his paper.
It wasn't long before he finished his first draft; Freud's theory was certainly interesting. Wufei wished he had chosen a different topic, he didn't agree with Freud and his theory that sex drives almost all a person's actions. "I wish I could remember why I chose this topic," he growled softly.
He stated getting ready to go out, changing into low-slung black pants and a loose button-down white shirt left untucked. He looked in the mirror critically, making sure he looked good, but decent. He grabbed his wallet and left.
Part 1
Chang Wufei's head snapped up from his notes as he heard the door close softly behind a late arrival to class. He hated people who were late; it showed a lack of responsibility and a general disrespect for their fellow man. As he gazed at they young man looking around the room for an empty seat, Wufei realized that he had never seen this boy before. He was sure to have remembered the tall muscular form with the long chestnut braid swinging almost down to his thighs. The boy found a seat towards the back of the class and sat. Wufei's attention returned to his note, but he wasn't able to rid him mind of the image of innocent beauty that had just walked into the class.
"Now as you all know, your first paper is due on Monday. I hope you have a good weekend, but I don't take late assignments, I will have to have the paper in my hands by five o'clock Monday afternoon. Now get out of here." The professor ended his class, and motioned for the new student to stay behind. He was the kind of professor that every new freshman wanted, cool, challenging but not hard, and easygoing. He actually cared about the students in his classes, something that was rare considering how many students most of the professors at the college had.
The students rose and left, chattering away about everything from the lecture they had just heard to their weekend plans. Wufei rose slowly, as if from a daze. He had taken notes almost automatically, barely thinking as he extracted what he needed to know from the lecture. If it were any class but psychology, he would never have gotten away with his lack of attention.
"I should have paid attention," he muttered under his breath "there is no reason that I should daydream in any class."
Two hours later Wufei was in his room, trying to get his paper written for psychology. He sat there trying to focus on his topic, Freud's theory of psychosexual development. What a topic. He didn't remember how he had chosen it, only that now he had to do a paper on it and it's various stages. He had just gotten his first paragraph when there was a loud knock on his door. Cursing under his breath he got up and opened the door. It was the new boy.
"Um.Wufei? I was told that you always have the best notes and that you never miss class." He looked confident and bright, as if it were an everyday occurrence to be standing in the doorway of a slightly irate young man's dorm room, whom he didn't know from Adam. "Do you think I could take a look at them? I mean I was in a class before I came here, but I need to catch up with the Prof's stuff."
"Certainly.?"
"Duo, Duo Maxwell."
"Then if you will come in for a moment I'll give you what notes I have."
"Thanks man, I don't know how I can ever repay you." Duo didn't have much time to say any more as Wufei shoved a disk into his hands and politely pushed him out of the door.
"Thanks are not required, and don't worry about the disk, it's just a copy of the file." The door shut behind Duo and Wufei went back to his desk and sat down heavily. He knew he shouldn't have been so rude, but he had almost lost his self-control with the boy so close.
"Stupid, why couldn't you just have been nice for once," he muttered to himself before getting back to his paper.
It wasn't long before he finished his first draft; Freud's theory was certainly interesting. Wufei wished he had chosen a different topic, he didn't agree with Freud and his theory that sex drives almost all a person's actions. "I wish I could remember why I chose this topic," he growled softly.
He stated getting ready to go out, changing into low-slung black pants and a loose button-down white shirt left untucked. He looked in the mirror critically, making sure he looked good, but decent. He grabbed his wallet and left.