HEERO
The news around the engagement had died down. Faster than he had anticipated. The media along with the public were quite fickle beings. It should not have surprised him. It had been a good two months now since, he had moved into Wufei's house. Between the constant missions and the paperwork, both of them were so busy they barely got time to see each other, let alone talk to each other much.
Wufei still had the necklace around his neck. In fact, he almost seemed quite protective of it, Heero noted. He knew he was missing something there. He could feel it. However, with the long hours and the various missions, he could not get his brain to crack that puzzle yet.
Stepping into the house, Heero dumped his duffle bag next to his shoes at the entryway. Yelling out a 'I'm back' to Wufei somewhere in the house, he headed towards the kitchen to get some water. Taking a sip, he realized there was no response from his roommate... Fiancé .
Walking around, taking another sip he peeked into all the rooms and then headed towards the back of the house. Wufei's house was more library than a house. Heero had teased the Chinese man over it and was surprised when a room had been cleared for Heero for his personal belongings and such. For some inexplicable reason, Heero was a little miffed that he had to move out of Wufei's bed, but common sense prevailed and he jumped at the chance to have the bed for himself alone.
Two whole months staying in the Shenlong pilot's house, he decided to celebrate a little by surprising the little pilot with an in-house gym. Something they had both talked about doing together. Wufei had insisted that Heero save his money and not give any towards the upkeep of the house, Heero felt he was fair in doing this. Wufei however had been upset at first, but Heero managed to change the other pilot's mind. Soon enough Heero noticed Wufei using the mats for his katas.
Watching the man go through his katas now, he suddenly said, 'How bout we spar?'
The Chinese man stopped mid form and looked at him, checking for any injuries. Not finding any he stated plainly, 'If you're sure?'
Nodding, Heero stepped barefoot onto the may, shedding his jacket and the empty bottle of water in the process. Taking his stance opposite Wufei, he waited. During the war they had always sparred against each other to keep themselves in top form.
Both of them eyed each other, standing tense, till Heero made the first move. Wufei neatly stepped out of reach, but not before taking a shot back. They danced around each other for what seemed like seconds, but was minutes. Watching and anticipating, move for move, block for block, they went at each other like rivals would. Half an hour later, Wufei managed to get Heero on his back on the mat. Wufei quickly straddled Heero and pinned him there, victoriously looking into the Japanese pilot's eyes.
Laughing and puffing heavily at the same time, Heero felt the air suddenly getting charged. He watched in awe as Wufei's eyes darkened and . . . was it his imagination or was the man leaning in -
He felt his lips being licked and then he was gently kissed, almost as if Heero would break. The pressure against his lips suddenly disappeared. Opening his eyes, he looked at a panicking Wufei.
'I-I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that! I-' Wufei scrambled off Heero before he could say anything and ran out of the room.
A slam of a door, Heero figured was probably the Chinese pilot's bedroom door. Staring at the ceiling, Heero ran a finger over his lips. They seemed quite sensitive for some reason. Closing his eyes he went over the kiss again; all the while feeling his blood boiling.
Breathing through his nose, Heero tried to reason out what just happened. Wufei had kissed him. It was actually very sweet. No no, that was not what he was confused over.
Closing his eyes he replayed the scene in his mind. Over and over again. Till finally his brain latched onto what had him so confused. Snapping his eyes open, he got up quickly heading towards that closed door and towards some answers.
WUFEI
Oh God, oh God, oh God! Wufei could not stop panicking. What on earth possessed him to-?
Oh God, oh God! Heero was going to kill him. But that kiss, it was so divine! But honestly, what had he been thinking by -?!
Sinking into his bed, his body still thrumming from the endorphins of finally kissing the man he loved, he covered his head in his hands and groaned. Part desire and part mortification. Once Heero got off that mat, he would come after Wufei to probably finish him off for daring to -? Or to probably give him a black eye for thinking he had the right to -?
A sharp rap on the door had him jerking upright.
'Wufei, we need to-,' the door swung inwards. Heero looked as surprised as he did. Apparently Wufei did not have the common sense to lock a door, especially after he had -!
Clearing his throat, Wufei stood up and walked a little towards the other man trying to calm him down, 'Heero, look, I'm -'
'Are you gay?'
Blinking, Wufei looked wide-eyed at Heero, surely he had not just asked what he thought he had asked?
'Are you gay, Wufei?' Heero asked the question very calmly again. Or was that a quiet rage.
Looking everywhere but at Heero and trying to summon enough courage to answer that question, he tried to speak, but he could not seem to speak. This was it. He had ruined it. His chin was suddenly grasped firmly but gently and his face was tilted upward towards Heero's face.
His heart thudding at the man's closeness and his body hardening, when it should not, he groaned softly.
'Wufei?' Heero questioned quietly looking into his eyes. 'Are you-?'
'Yes!' Wufei yelled back. Jerking out of Heero's hold, he moved backwards and started pacing the length of his room. 'Yes, I'm gay. I've always been gay. I should have told you, but, but, but -!' Shaking his head and getting even more agitated, he realized he needed to stop and speak more coherently. It would not help Heero's cause if the Japanese man walked out now.
Calming himself, he turned towards a wary Heero Yuy. 'Yes!' Wufei replied softer this time. 'I'm gay.'
Heero looked at him, his eyes a cloudy blue, his mouth opening to say something, Wufei spoke again. Faster, not wanting to hear disgust from Heero.
'I-I- I.' Sighing, he tried again, 'It's been a long time since I *ahem*.' He looked at a point above Heero's head and started again, 'I'm sorry. I should not have ki-ki-issed you.'
Pursing his lips he added, 'It was a mistake. It won't happen again. I'll be more careful.'
Sighing, Wufei squeezed his eyes shut. Hoping he had not made things worse. Opening his eyes slowly, he saw Heero glaring at him. Gulping a little he took a tiny step back and then in anger stopped himself from moving.
'A mistake?' Heero growled softly looking like he wanted to throttle Wufei.
Nodding mutely to that statement, since it really was not a question, he watched as Heero curled his fingers into his fist.
'A mistake!' Heero said softer still all the while glaring at Wufei. Suddenly, the Japanese pilot turned on his heel and left the room.
Blinking a little, Wufei heard some rustling and then the front door slamming shut. Wincing and hoping the door still stood after the abuse he stepped out of his room and went up to the front door. Looking out the window on the side, he saw Heero get on Wufei's bike and tear out of the garage.
Rubbing a weary hand over his face, he realized things were not going to be good between them for awhile. His only saving grace was that, there was no other way but for Heero to stay and still play pretend.
