Cherry Blossom: Sorry minna for taking so long in getting this out. I suppose you've given up on this fic, ne?
Wufei: Onna they haven't given up, they've _forgotten_ about this baka fic. Which is what you should have done.
Duo: Aw, come on Wuffers, doncha wanna spend some quality time with me?
Wufei: No.
Duo: ::pout pout::
Cherry Blossom: Well too bad 'cause I'm doing this part anyway. And you'd better behave Wufei or else.
Wufei: Or else what?
Cherry Blossom: Or else…::casting around desperately for a good threat:: or else I'll give Duo some sugar and let him loose in your room with a red marker.
Wufei: ::gasps:: You wouldn't!
Cherry Blossom: Oh yes I would.
Wufei: ::looks nervously at Duo::
Duo: ^__^
Wufei: ::grumbles:: Fine.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I just tie them up and use them for my own twisted devices. Buahahahahahahaha!
Warnings: This is a 2x5 fic. Which means that there's gonna be two guys who like each other sexually in it. In other words there's gonna be homosexuals. If you can't handle that then I suggest you go read a nice Rx1 fic and leave me alone. Kay? Good.
Notes: …actually I don't have anything to say, really. Let's just get on with the fic, ne?
A Time To Be Still
~Cherry Blossom~
Wufei stood to the side of the closet, dodging the various articles of clothing flying from it's doors and trying very hard not to pay attention to the words that were being muttered from within. He sighed and looked around the room.
'Does Duo ever clean this place? That slice of pizza under the bed looks like it's been there since last century. And those socks in the corner there…ew…'
Wufei sighed again and scuffed his foot on the carpet. He didn't understand why he had to wear Duo's clothes to this damn club that he hadn't even wanted to go to in the first place. What was wrong with what he was wearing? No one had even complained about his white traditional Chinese outfit before. Of course, it's never very wise to complain about the fashion sense of the guy holding a katana under your nose, but still…
Numerous rustling noises and mutterings issued from the closet and Wufei caught the American's words as he rummaged through the closet for something for Wufei to wear.
"Nope…nah…too small…not flashy enough…too last season…no…no…God no!…hmm…maybe…no…too dangerous…"
Wufei gulped at the last word. How could clothing be dangerous?
'I have a feeling I don't want to know. How did I ever let myself be talked into this? I don't even know how to dance! And Maxwell's getting that evil look in his eyes again…'
Suddenly, Duo emerged from that closet with a loud, "AHA! Perfect!" grinning that damn evil grin and carrying a bundle of clothing in his arms.
"Here ya go Wu-man. Put this on and we can get outta here."
Duo shoved the clothes at Wufei and pushed him into the bathroom before he had a chance to protest. He smiled and glanced down at his own attire. The black jeans and tight black T-shirt was one of his more conservative outfits but he still looked pretty good and with that new leather jacket he'd stolen—er…borrowed from Heero he'd be all set. Wufei however, needed a whole new look and Duo was glad to provide it.
Snickering, Duo looked towards the closed bathroom door through which rustling noises and muffled curses could be heard.
'I can't wait to see how he looks in those pants…'
After about ten minutes, Duo started to get impatient. He knocked on the door and yelled, "C'mon Wu-man, it's almost eleven thirty. We gotta go!"
No answer.
Duo pounded enthusiastically on the door, screaming, "WU-MAAAAAAAN!!!!! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!!!! YOU PROMISED, DAMMIT!!!!"
After a slight pause, the door creaked open and a very pissed looking Wufei stepped out.
"I hate you," he said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh now don't be like that," Duo said walking around the Chinese pilot. "Let me have a look at you."
Wufei's loose white pants were substituted for a pair of tight black leather pants that rode low on his hips and showed off his posterior rather nicely. The white overcoat was gone and the blue tanktop had been discarded in return for a slinky silk shirt, coloured deep red. The buttons on the shirt were done up to the top and the collar clinched tightly around Wufei's neck. He did not look happy.
"Very nice," Duo commented, moving in closer.
"I look ridiculous!" Wufei exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
Duo chuckled and moved even closer. "No ya don't Wu. But I think I still have to make some…adjustments."
At that word, Duo moved his hands up and undid the first four buttons on Wufei's shirt and then undid the last three so that only one button stopped the shirt from falling open and exposing Wufei completely. Smooth bronzed skin peeked out from beneath the silk and it blazed golden in the light. Wufei just stood there in shock, unwilling to believe that Duo had just done that. Seeing that Wufei was not in any condition to protest at the moment, Duo daringly reached a hand back and tugged on the band that held Wufei's hair in it's tight ponytail. Slightly kinked from its confinement, the raven black strands curved along the line of Wufei's high cheekbones and fell across his flushed face.
"K-kisama…" Wufei stuttered, cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment.
"That's better," Duo interrupted, giving Wufei a brief appraisal. "You actually look sexy Wu-man! Maybe be I won't be ashamed to be seen with you in a club."
"You…you…"
Ignoring the murderous look in his fellow pilot's eyes, Duo grabbed Wufei by the hand and proceeded to drag him out the front door, managing somehow to gather his keys and leather jacket on the way out.
"C'mon, we'll be late," the braided baka exclaimed, pushing Wufei out to the garage. "Here," he said, tossing a helmet to Wufei who caught it easily. "Put this on."
"What for?" Wufei inquired grumpily. He was not used to being ordered around.
Fishing out another helmet for himself, Duo gestured to the sleek, metallic-blue motorcycle that leaned on its stand in a dark corner of the garage. Wufei bit his lip as he eased the helmet over his head.
"You're going to be driving this?"
"Yep. Nobody touches Kismet except me."
Wufei blinked, confused. Duo, thinking that the expression on Wufei's face was simply adorable, flicked his visor down with one finger. Wufei scowled at him and pulled away.
"Kismet?"
Duo caressed the chrome siding of the machine with an affection he mostly used for the Deathscythe.
"Had to give her a name. Death and Kismet go hand in hand, ya know? Now hop on Wu. We've gotta get moving."
Duo swung a leg up over the leather seat and jammed the helmet down on his head, not bothering with the chinstrap. Kicking the stand out so that the cycle sagged to the side, only kept in check by the support of Duo's long, legs. He held out a hand to Wufei impatiently.
"Well?"
After a moment's hesitation, Wufei swung himself up beside Duo, ignoring the pro-offered hand. Settling in against the warm body in front of him, Wufei gingerly placed his hands on Duo's hips.
Grinning, Duo started the engine and revved it up, his smirk widening when Wufei jumped at the sudden noise and vibration.
"You gotta hold on tighter then that Wu-man, this ain't no joy ride. We're late!" and with that, Duo pushed off down the driveway and roared down the street at top speed.
Startled by the movement, Wufei's arms tightened around Duo's waist instinctively and the speed level got higher and higher he found himself burying his helmeted face in the black leather jacket that clothed Duo's back, trying desperately to ignore the way his body fit just so against the other pilot.
'If I make it out of this alive I am going to KILL Maxwell!' Wufei swore furiously as they took another sharp turn at a ridiculously dangerous speed.
Duo laughed as he felt Wufei's thighs tighten against the back of his own and increased his speed once more. He was an excellent racer and loved to take dangerous risks at high speeds but tonight his driving was relatively tame compared to what he was used to. He didn't want to take any chances tonight with Wufei behind him and besides, he didn't want the ride to be over too soon. He was rather enjoying the pressure of Wufei's arms around his waist and that chest pressed against his back. Slowing down just a bit for a hairpin curve, Duo heard Wufei's gasp and chuckled with delight.
'This is going to be the best night ever.'
******
'This is going to be the worst night ever,' thought Wufei with despair as they pulled to a stop in front of a darkened nightclub. The glowing neon sign proudly declared it The Sakura and a rather large crowd was formed at the entrance, held at bay by an enormous cranky looking bouncer. With a casual gesture, Duo tossed the keys to a young man dressed in white, standing near the entrance
"Hey Duo," the kid called out, catching the keys deftly without breaking eye contact with the violet-eyed pilot. "Long time, no see."
"Too long," Duo remarked. "Work is sucking up all my free time. But at least I was able to get out tonight."
The youth peeked behind Duo to give Wufei a curious glance. "Who's your friend?"
"That's Wufei. Don't mind him, he doesn't talk much."
The kid regarded Wufei appreciatively for a moment, looking him up and down with something like hunger in his eyes. Wufei shivered at the heated stare and then glowered at the boy, uncomfortable with the situation and all too aware of his revealing clothing.
"With a body like that," the kid finally remarked, "he doesn't need to talk."
Wufei opened his mouth to snap at the boy when Duo interrupted him by taking his hand and dragging him over to where the crowd was gathered.
"Take good care of Kismet for me, Jordy. See ya in a bit," he yelled over his shoulder.
"I always do," said the kid who, still eyeing Wufei hungrily, placed a hand on the motorcycle, much in the same way Duo had done. "I hope he brings his friend with him next time," the kid murmured with a smile.
******
"Hey KG!" Duo shouted, pushing his way through the crowd and dragging Wufei behind him towards the bouncer. The big man looked down at the braided boy and smiled.
"Duo, my man! You're late tonight. I thought you weren't coming," he said, his voice like a foghorn.
Duo flashed him a grin. "Yeah well, I had a little trouble with the wardrobe tonight."
The bouncer looked Duo up and down in much the same way the kid had done to Wufei and the Chinese boy found himself becoming just a bit jealous that Duo should receive this sort of attention. Then he pushed the feeling away since being jealous meant that he actually had to care for Duo and he most certainly did not, right?
"You look all right to me," the bouncer said, the intonation and the appreciative look he gave Duo making Wufei's blood boil.
"Not my wardrobe. His," Duo said, pointing to Wufei behind him.
The bouncer glanced at Wufei and took in his scowling face and curled fists.
"He looks crabby," he remarked.
"He just needs to loosen up a bit, is all, right Wu-wu?" Duo said, fluttering his eyes at Wufei.
About to launch into a rant about the injustice of it all, Wufei opened his mouth only to shut it once more as Duo wrapped an arm around his waist. Everything he was going to say flew right out of his head as he concentrated on the feel of Duo's hand.
'K-kisama…what is he doing?'
"So can we get in now KG-kun, or are you going to make me stand here all night?" Duo pouted cutely, giving the bouncer his best don't-you-want-to-make-me-happy-cause-I'm-just-so-kawaii? look. His arm caressed Wufei's side gently while the other one came up to tuck a stand of ebony hair behind the Chinese boy's ear. Against his will, Wufei found himself leaning into that soft touch, closing his eyes reflexively.
The bouncer shrugged and stood to the side, letting Duo and Wufei pass.
"Go ahead. There's a lot of chumps in here tonight but the band's pretty good so it makes up for the company. You two have fun."
"We will," Duo replied cheerfully, leading a still stunned Wufei into the smoky club.
Once inside, Wufei shook off Duo's arm and hissed, "What do you think you're doing Maxwell?"
Smiling, Duo shook his head. "You really do need to loosen up Wufei. C'mon, let's get you a drink."
And with that, the braided boy disappeared into the throng of bodies that flooded the dance floor. Wufei tried to follow but he wasn't quick enough and through the dimly lit and very smoky room, he could only make out figures right in front of his face clearly. Stumbling around blindly, Wufei felt the loud driving beat of the music vibrating in his skin and pounding against his ears so that he could hardly hear himself think. Catching sight of what looked like a long rope of brown braid in front of him, Wufei grabbed at it and tugged it.
"Maxwell you baka! What is the big idea of—"
The figure turned around and Wufei found himself staring into a pair of dark green eyes as a pretty, red-haired girl in a silver and blue lame dress looked back at him. Wufei gulped and released her hair like it was on fire, stammering apologies profusely.
"I didn't mean to,' he stuttered. "I thought you were someone else…"
The girl seemed to consider him for a moment and then smiled wickedly.
"Hmm…" she purred, bringing up a hand to slid down his chest suggestively. "You're cute."
Wufei froze, his eyes darting to where her hand was caressing him through his shirt. His mind formed one thought:
'Help.'
~To Be Continued~
Wufei: Onna you are disgraceful!
Cherry Blossom: ::giggling:: Looks like you've got yourself a situation there, Fei-kun.
Duo: ::snickers:: Yeah…
Wufei: IT'S NOT FUNNY!
Cherry Blossom/Duo: ::look at eachother and collapse in giggles:: Yes it is!
Wufei: ::pouts:: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Matteo: Review! And take a moment to laugh at Wufei.
Wufei: INJUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!
Cherry Blossom: ^__^ Ja!