Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's Characters…if I did I'd force Cartoon Network UK to put GW back in the 5:30 slot.
Warnings: Angst, Gore, Yaoi
Notes: A big Thank you to Aciel Skadi and Slate for giving me this idea to use. Also another thank you to Aciel for beta reading some parts I was having problems with.
Who Cries for Wufei?
Part II
It was near midnight when Duo ran up the stairs of the high rise tower block, checking the address of the apartments to that on the piece of paper in front of him. It was correct.
It would have been against social etiquette to turn up on someone's doorstep in the middle of the night, wanting a shoulder to cry on or something, Duo thought, but with this man social norms broke down.
The young man counted the doors along the hall, and was satisfied that the one he stood at was the correct one. Smoothing his hair and putting on the most stupid grin he could muster, he rang the doorbell.
A few minuets later locks could be heard clanking open, then the door opened a crack, only revealing one cobalt eye glaring though it.
Recognition appeared and the door was thrown open to reveal the visage of Heero Yuy. The Japanese man's attention was off Duo for a moment as he clicked the safety back on to the hand gun he had been carrying, before disdainfully shoving it back into the waist band of his jeans.
Heero glared at the still grinning Duo before coolly stating "What do you want?"
"Just come for a social call" The longhaired man hoped that his smile would distract from nervous wringing of his hands.
The blue eyes continued to glare and scrutinise Duo for a second before giving up and holding the door open for the other to pass though.
The American did so, and when he had passed Heero, the dark haired young man pushed the door shut and there was a clanking again as the locks were re-done.
Duo moved forward through the apartment, quickly surveying the small rooms, "Nice place you got here Heero."
"Hn." Was the only dry response, as Heero went into a room that probably served as a living area, but also happened to be half filled with computer equipment.
Duo followed him into it, and watched as Heero dropped to his knees in front of a low table, motherboards and tools spread around the floor. The braided man quietly crept up behind the one kneeling on the floor, before jumping down slamming his hands on Heero's shoulders. "Watcha doing?"
Heero made no reaction at the contact instead kept his attention on the motherboard in front of him. "What are you doing here Duo?"
Duo sat back on his heels and frowned at the bluntness of the question. "I suppose you've heard about Wufei…"
"You can't turn on the TV without hearing about Wufei."
The American sighed and lowered his eyes from the back of Heero's head. He moved to the side of room and leant back on the wall, staring quietly at the side of Heero's face.
Several minuets passed before Duo spoke up again, "I don't know where Wufei is…I haven't spoke to him since this whole thing started."
Heero held up the circuit board trying to spot if the circuit were broken where he wanted before finally setting it down and turning to Duo, "Do you think he done it?"
"No! Of course not!" He clenched his hands, confusion and frustration building at having to defend his lover.
"Again I'll ask. Why are you here?"
Duo looked up to those cold blue eyes, knowing that Heero hadn't softened since the war, living almost as a hermit, working as a freelance hacker for both official and unofficial projects.
"Because I was lonely…you know…" The last word trailed off, and Heero sighed. He reached between some computer boxes and pulled out half a bottle of vodka. The metal cap was taken off and Heero took a swig before offering it to Duo, who gratefully took it.
The alcohol burned the young mans throat, and he set the bottle down. "And you'd know about being lonely… 'Eh Heero?"
The dark haired man's muscles tensed at that, but still did not reply.
Duo noted that but leaned forward onto his palms. "I'm not sure what to think now…but I just don't want to be alone…not again."
By now Duo had crawled forward to Heero and leaned back onto his knees once more. The Japanese man stayed still, diverting his attention to the floor and not Duo's hungry eyes.
Duo leaned over and kissed the former Wing pilot's lips, whose eyes become half closed with pleasure. But he shock his head and tightly gripped Duo's muscular arms, holding him away.
The braided man kept his face neutral, and said in a low voice, "I know you want it…just let go Heero…"
Heero solemnly considered what was happening but let go of Duo's arms, and allowed the American to push him down onto the floor. The dark haired man stared at the ceiling and gasped as Duo leant over him and ran his hands under the blue tank top he wore.
But any more sound he could have made was silenced when Duo kissed his lips again…
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'More weeks of this hunt, and I'm still no closer in my own investigation!' Wufei fumed.
He held his long coat tighter around himself as he walked a dark ally way of some European city.
It had been several nights without any decent sleep and he was beginning to feel rather irritable. Well more than normal at least…
Constantly having to run from authorities and cutting himself off from friends he'd grown accustomed to, was sending Wufei into a miserable and dark mood.
But he had to do this to prove his innocence.
The Chinese man glanced around the corner of the street, becoming paranoid of another close call.
The coast was clear and Wufei was about to join those walking down the pavement when someone spoke calmly behind him.
"Wufei."
He spun around at the sound of his name, to stare directly into the emerald eyes of Trowa Barton. There was only coldness in those eyes, but Wufei held his ground.
Trowa regarded him darkly, and took a few more steps to close the gap between the two.
"Trowa…" Was all Wufei managed to say before the world was overcome with a searing pain and sudden darkness.
The brown haired man dropped the stun gun and held up the other before he was able to fall down. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured them tightly around Wufei's wrists.
Holding onto the cuffs, Trowa dragged Wufei back down the alley to a waiting car.
It had taken time and a lot of skill to trace and follow Wufei, but it would be worth it in the end.
When Trowa had his revenge.
To Be Continued
Authors Notes:
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