~ ~ ~
Wufei slipped out of his room, after changing into a pair of khaki
slacks and a loose long sleeved white dress shirt, he had the sleeves
rolled up and his hair still down and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses
on top of his head, pushing most of the black silk away from his
eyes, but few strands escaped. He closed the door behind himself, and
drew his gaze straight into a pair of indigo eyes. The professor's
eyes peeled slowly down, smiling and blushing at the black sleeve-
less turtleneck that Duo was wearing, the black leather belt, and the
topping, which was the black leather pants, which just
screamed `Duo'. Wufei looked back up and blushed as he hooked arms
with the braided teen and they made their way down the stairs
together.
~ ~ ~
Seated at the grand table in one of the main dining rooms, were five
place settings, Quatre at the head of the table, with Trowa to his
right and Wufei across from the banged pilot. Duo sat across from
Wufei and Heero sat halfway in between Wufei and Duo, at the rounded
end of the table. The braided pilot shifted uncomfortably, his eyes
darting to Wufei and back to his plate. He was suddenly not hungry.
Quatre looked a little nervous, he still didn't know why Heero and
Duo had broken up, he thought that Duo had loved the stoic pilot.
Dinner went well, with little conversation, just bits and pieces
about what Quatre and Trowa had been doing these few past months, and
Duo's new record, as well as Heero's computer business. But it was
quite rare for anyone to be talking at this point. What startled
almost everyone visibly was Duo's quietness. Coffee and dessert was
brought in by a random smiling servant and luckily, this brought some
noise out of Duo, but he was quieted at Heero's nasal `Hn'. Which
caused the three other occupants of the table to frown.
"Heero… take the stick out of your ass… will you?"
Four pairs of eyes shot to the Chinese man as he glared at the
Japanese man to his left.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Yuy, why must you always shoot everyone down with your
infamous `hn's?" Wufei asked, his glare increasing ten fold.
"Duo said something stupid, like always."
"He was commenting on how good the desert looked you idiot!"
Heero stood, leaning towards Wufei and shooting him his best `Omae O
Korosu' glare.
"We are not sixteen anymore, it doesn't work Heero."
Duo jumped a little, Heero still scared the life out of him, the way
his brow furrowed and his cobalt eyes nearly turned you to stone,
with just a single solid look. But for some reason, he instantly
snapped out of his seat and got in between the two men, doing his
best to glare back and not shiver violently in the gaze of those blue
eyes.
"Get out of my way Duo." Heero said with *absolutely* no emotion.
"N-No…!"
Heero growled low in his throat before raising his hand, clenching it
and bringing it down to Duo's cheek, or it would have, if Wufei
hadn't caught the iron fist in his own steel grip.
"No more Yuy…"
Duo opened his eyes and whipped around to face Wufei, who almost made
him shudder with the anger that was radiating off of him.
"You are still mine Maxwell, I'll make sure of it, I broke you and I
will do it again." Heero said with another glare before he spun
around and walked out of the room.
"Na--?" Quatre quietly questioned as Duo collapsed in Wufei's
embrace.
The question went un-answered as Wufei pressed a series of kisses to
the top of Duo's head, murmuring little nothings about how it would
be okay, and how he was safe now. Trowa locked eyes with Wufei
momentarily and smiled to his lover/husband, ushering the blonde out
of the dining room and into the living room. Duo sighed heavily after
a few minutes, then smiled softly up to his savior, kissing his lips
lightly and sighing again.
"L-lets go talk with Quatre and Trowa, ne Wu?"
"Hai, lets."
~ ~ ~
Wufei slipped out of his room, after changing into a pair of khaki
slacks and a loose long sleeved white dress shirt, he had the sleeves
rolled up and his hair still down and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses
on top of his head, pushing most of the black silk away from his
eyes, but few strands escaped. He closed the door behind himself, and
drew his gaze straight into a pair of indigo eyes. The professor's
eyes peeled slowly down, smiling and blushing at the black sleeve-
less turtleneck that Duo was wearing, the black leather belt, and the
topping, which was the black leather pants, which just
screamed `Duo'. Wufei looked back up and blushed as he hooked arms
with the braided teen and they made their way down the stairs
together.
~ ~ ~
Seated at the grand table in one of the main dining rooms, were five
place settings, Quatre at the head of the table, with Trowa to his
right and Wufei across from the banged pilot. Duo sat across from
Wufei and Heero sat halfway in between Wufei and Duo, at the rounded
end of the table. The braided pilot shifted uncomfortably, his eyes
darting to Wufei and back to his plate. He was suddenly not hungry.
Quatre looked a little nervous, he still didn't know why Heero and
Duo had broken up, he thought that Duo had loved the stoic pilot.
Dinner went well, with little conversation, just bits and pieces
about what Quatre and Trowa had been doing these few past months, and
Duo's new record, as well as Heero's computer business. But it was
quite rare for anyone to be talking at this point. What startled
almost everyone visibly was Duo's quietness. Coffee and dessert was
brought in by a random smiling servant and luckily, this brought some
noise out of Duo, but he was quieted at Heero's nasal `Hn'. Which
caused the three other occupants of the table to frown.
"Heero… take the stick out of your ass… will you?"
Four pairs of eyes shot to the Chinese man as he glared at the
Japanese man to his left.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me Yuy, why must you always shoot everyone down with your
infamous `hn's?" Wufei asked, his glare increasing ten fold.
"Duo said something stupid, like always."
"He was commenting on how good the desert looked you idiot!"
Heero stood, leaning towards Wufei and shooting him his best `Omae O
Korosu' glare.
"We are not sixteen anymore, it doesn't work Heero."
Duo jumped a little, Heero still scared the life out of him, the way
his brow furrowed and his cobalt eyes nearly turned you to stone,
with just a single solid look. But for some reason, he instantly
snapped out of his seat and got in between the two men, doing his
best to glare back and not shiver violently in the gaze of those blue
eyes.
"Get out of my way Duo." Heero said with *absolutely* no emotion.
"N-No…!"
Heero growled low in his throat before raising his hand, clenching it
and bringing it down to Duo's cheek, or it would have, if Wufei
hadn't caught the iron fist in his own steel grip.
"No more Yuy…"
Duo opened his eyes and whipped around to face Wufei, who almost made
him shudder with the anger that was radiating off of him.
"You are still mine Maxwell, I'll make sure of it, I broke you and I
will do it again." Heero said with another glare before he spun
around and walked out of the room.
"Na--?" Quatre quietly questioned as Duo collapsed in Wufei's
embrace.
The question went un-answered as Wufei pressed a series of kisses to
the top of Duo's head, murmuring little nothings about how it would
be okay, and how he was safe now. Trowa locked eyes with Wufei
momentarily and smiled to his lover/husband, ushering the blonde out
of the dining room and into the living room. Duo sighed heavily after
a few minutes, then smiled softly up to his savior, kissing his lips
lightly and sighing again.
"L-lets go talk with Quatre and Trowa, ne Wu?"
"Hai, lets."
~ ~ ~