Coming Out


by: Panchan1/Beka/whatever else you call me.


Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. bleg.



Author's Note: I'm forgetting Endless Waltz, and combining elements of both the manga and the anime (like how in the manga the boys all went off to mars at the end of the series, not Noin and Milliardo.) And, uh... they're in the twenties, I just couldn't figure out how to write that in. In other words, this is kind of an AU... and yes, I'm pulling the horribly used plot of them all being in Preventors.





Chapter One


Chang Wufei's ebony eyes rose from his paperwork to meet the pleading blue eyes in front of him. Quatre had dropped to his knees this time, resting his head in his arms on the one clear spot on Wufei's desk and was in the process of assuming his most pathetic pout. "C'mon, Wufei," he pleaded as their eyes met, "Just this once."


"I'm busy."


"You're always busy," Quatre rolled his eyes as Wufei returned his attention to the paper, "You never get out, rarely speak, and are always days ahead of your work. I'm surprised you haven't already worked yourself out of a job! .. or anyone else for that matter. You can take a few hours off, and besides Lady Une herself is throwing the party, its not like she's going to get angry with you."


Wufei only grunted in reply; it was obvious that, as usual, he wasn't going to comply. Finally, Quatre stood, using the desk to help himself up, and then brushed the dust from the knees of his off-white slacks. He threw Wufei one last, disappointed look before going to join the others for the office's annual Halloween party.


For the life of him, Quatre couldn't understand Wufei's reluctance to join in; even Heero came to the parties! But no, no matter what anyone said, Wufei would never come. He softly closed the door to the office and continued down the silent hallway to the elevator.


It had surprised him, the first time he noticed Wufei's absences from the gatherings, how strongly it affected him. Granted, he had always preferred it when their group was together, even during the wars, but this was different. Back then he had wanted them together because he could feel, somehow, that they were meant to fight together; that as soon as they learned to work together, all of the fighting could be over.


Now the war was over, and sure enough he had been right! Afterwards they had spent three years on Mars in friendship and now the four other boys were a special part of Quatre's life. A part of him wondered if it was strange for a male to have such close relations with other males, but he simply kicked that part of him away. That kind of thinking is what leads to depression and self-loathing and all other manner of bad things. Besides, Quatre knew full-well the only reason it was considered wrong was because society still had left over feelings from the stone-age in which men had to be able to fight anyone and anything to keep them and their offspring alive. No, loving such close friends was perfectly normal--male or female.


The cold metal button beneath his finger shocked him back into reality as he found himself calling the elevator at the end of the hall. Quatre chuckled softly at his own expense and then stepped in the waiting lift. He pressed the button for the lobby, and found himself staring at the office door he had just left as it rapidly disappeared behind unforgiving doors.

"Wufei..." Quatre sighed, leaning back against the cool metal wall behind him. At first it had been only friendship, but as Quatre had gotten to know the man, his feelings had grown beyond all recognition. Secretly Quatre hated this part of himself, for he knew Wufei wasn't gay. The whole office knew, even though the two wouldn't confirm it, that Wufei and Sally had been an "item" for more than a year now. It could be worse, Quatre told himself, you could actually be in love with him. And for as long as these feelings remained, Quatre would continue to tell himself that it was simple lust, and not love that he felt for the Chinese man. Lust didn't hurt you as much.


As for getting Wufei to come to the parties, that was purely in friendship. Though the sensible side of Quatre knew that Wufei didn't really want to come and he shouldn't be pushing the issue, Quatre couldn't help but think that Wufei was wasting his life away in that office. Sure, he had Sally but she was gone on missions with her partner, Noin, ninety percent of the time, and wufei did nothing anymore but eat, sleep and work. It just wasn't right.


"Not coming again?" Due asked when Quatre stepped out of the elevator. The Arab shook his head, "Afraid not."

"Well, don't say I didn't tell you so. It's a lost battle, Q-man," Duo shrugged, slipping an arm over Quatre's shoulders and leading him out to the company garage where he had left his prized possession: a black Mustang Convertible with a white leather interior.


Now, here was a shocker: Duo wasn't gay. Quatre shook his head, laughing at the memories of it all. At first, after coming to terms with his own sexuality, he had believed that Duo was also gay. That had lead to a few strange moments between them, but Duo being the extremely open-minded, had forgiven everything as an honest mistake. After all, most people had a hard time discerning homosexual and metro sexual. Of all Quatre's friends and family, Duo was the only one who knew his little secret. \


Upon reaching the car, Duo let go of Quatre and ran to give "Bess," his car, a loving peck on her shiny black hood. Anyone else would have been disgusted, but Quatre knew that Duo kept his car clean enough to eat off of. Not that he would dare try that, as Duo was in the habit of murdering anyone who got food anywhere near his precious vehicle.


Quatre circled around to the passenger seat and climbed in as Duo hopped easily over the door into the driver's side. Whistling a happy tune, the braided man backed the car out and soon they were blazing down the highway to Lady Une's flat.