Yaay! I actually got this chapter done quickly! Of course I had
plenty of inspiration for this chapter too...Watch 'Queen of the
Damned' or read 'Guilty Pleasures' by Laurell K. Hamilton, and
you'll know what I'm talking about here. But hey, at least we
get to see lots of lemon-y goodness. This is just my way of
going about giving my readers the lemon-y stuff. We're building
up to a big blowout! It's not going to be pretty, folks, let me
tell you. *evil grin* And there isn't so much angst in this
chapter either! Hooray for comic relief! Yaay. But yeah...*ahem*
Anyways!
My reviewers!
Smiley-person: Heh, no I really didn't kill him. But Wufei will want to be dead soon enough with the torture I'm gonna put him through...
Hybrid fairy: Here's the next chapter!
Nina: o.O;;; Please don't pull your hair out!
Mars: *joins the masses groveling to Sea* Still, being the mere messenger is good! If not for you, I would never have known about the 3x4/4x3 heaven that is "Subtle Hints"! ^^ And of course Wufei lives, I would never forgive -myself- if I ever made him die in one of my stories! And yes Heero is being redeemed...in a weird, twisted sort of way. *sweatdrop* I was going to have him actually do something nice, but I decided to make it indirect, for the lemon-y pleasure of my reviewers! He will be redeemed by giving you all more naked Wufei. Heero giving people a naked Wufei...naked Wufei...naked Heero...naked Duo...*hentai thoughts* *drool* Now where was I? *blink blink* Ah yes, reviews...Ack, studying for exams! Poor Mars! *gives her a naked Wufei plushie to help her study*
Solain-Rhyo: Yaay! You're addicted! ^^;;; No need to go into withdrawal! Here is the next chapter!
Shella: It's all good, I luff 'Friends'. Phoebe and Joey are my favorites cause they remind me of me. ^^ And yes, Wufei shirtless is definitely a good thing...Which reminds me! Website! http://www.wufeiduo.net That is the site I found the awesome-ness 2x5 images! And if that isn't enough, go to the links section of that website and there are like twenty other 2x5 sites to go to that have tons more 2x5 pictures!!! I spent like three hours online just looking through those sites! But after reading those chapter, you're going to be questioning some things. ^.~ Sure a shirtless, blushing Wufei is yummy...But after reading this chapter...I think opinions may change. Then of course in the next chapter when I bring in ALL the fun stuff! Sometimes I even scare myself with my evilness...*grins*
To anyone I forgot: Thank you for reviewing!
And as for disclaimers and warnings, you already know them! So there's no use in me wasting the energy by typing them out.
Forward HO! To the next chapter we go!
***
It was disgusting, to say the least.
Even though dusk had long fallen over the city, the air was sweltering hot and the dense humidity clung like a second skin. Duo was praying that the looming storm broke soon or he would melt in the heat if it didn't. The weather really needed to make up its mind on whether it wanted to be relatively cool, like had been the past couple of nights, or hot because this was really ridiculous.
Of course, he was thinking all of this to keep his mind off the real issues that were bothering him. The little part in your head that will always be superstitious no matter what was telling him that this storm was a particularly bad omen and coupled with the dream and his past few nights' experiences, he really was beginning to panic about what all this was leading up to.
The big finale didn't look like it was going to be twenty circus clowns popping out of a two-seater car and dancing the jig to maddening high pitched carnival music. On the contrary, considering his luck, the big bang was more than likely going to one of those gory ones from B rated Dracula movies.
Someone was feeling optimistic tonight, wasn't he?
Quatre craned his neck, propping his chin on Trowa's upper arm as he glanced back worriedly at the uncharacteristically quiet braided boy as they walked down the sidewalk. He strolled a few feet behind them, which wasn't unusual because they were the couple and he didn't want to appear like some tagalong, but normally that wouldn't stop him from holding a loud conversation over people's heads whenever he felt like it.
Duo's shoulders were slightly hunched, as if the humidity was bearing down on him heavily, with his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his pants and his head bowed, apparently finding the pavement very interesting. He still looked tired and a bit shaken from when Quatre had woken him up and the sultry climate was doing nothing to boost any of their spirits. Even Trowa was showing signs of discomfiture as he loosened and re-entwined his hand with the empath's every so often, cooling their sweaty palms.
Feeling Quatre's penetrating gaze scrutinizing him, Duo straightened his posture and offered a halfhearted smile at him. 'Yeah, I'm just peachy...' he thought, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. In return he got another anxious once-over, but the blonde turned back around all the same.
It was going to be a very, very long ass night.
With these reflections plaguing his mind and their plans for that night duty-wise, it was -undeniably- going to be a very, very long night.
***
Heero opened Wufei's door and went into his bedroom. He had said to get him when it was time to go out, so that was what he was doing.
Wufei seemed to be sleeping dreamlessly now, though of course he was, since Heero wasn't toying with his mind. He had to admit, it had been a little low even for him to give the Chinese vampire and Duo that nightmare, but-
There was not 'but'. He couldn't remember why he had done it, if there was a reason at all.
Perhaps he was a sick bastard. He already knew he couldn't stand Wufei's scorn. That was why he got involved with this in the first place. Or maybe it was because the mocking Asian was so easily accepted by the braided slayer that seemed to hate him as equally as he likes Wufei.
Duo certainly made that crystal clear more than once. He defied almost everything he was taught as a slayer to help search for ways to 'heal' Wufei while at the same time didn't hesitate to try to rip Heero's throat out.
Was Heero's reason jealousy?
Him? Jealous?
No, it couldn't be.
If it wasn't that though, then what was the reason?
Shaking his head abruptly, Heero returned to his task of kicking Wufei out of bed like he had asked. "Get up, it's after sunset."
"Come back later."
"You're the one who told me to wake you up."
"Go away."
Heero took hold of the bed sheets and pulled them off, snickering as Wufei automatically flinched at the sudden change from toasty warm to ice cold. [1]
"Goddamn it, give those back! It's freezing!" Wufei growled, glaring at him from behind tangled strands of raven hair.
"I thought it was 'hot'."
"Don't start that bullshit with me," he muttered, snatching the blankets from his grip and sitting up. "See? I'm awake, now go away."
"All right, no need to get pissed off at me." Heero held his hands up defensively.
"Taking the sheets wasn't necessary."
"I could have used my methods of making you be quiet."
Wufei shot him a murderous glare and pushed himself off of the edge of the bed. "I think not."
Heero smirked and left his room, the door being slammed after him.
He emerged a few minutes later, fully clothed in some faded jeans and his regular navy blue tank top this time, combing at his loose strands of hair. Still feeling rather tired, he didn't even try to bother with a half-decent ponytail, so he did nothing and left it the way it had been when he woke up. He wasn't impressing anybody, so what did a bit of untidiness matter?
"What are you so eager to get me out for?" Wufei asked grumpily.
"There's a party tonight."
"And?"
"I want you to go with me." Heero shrugged a little.
"Isn't that what Relena is for?" he grimaced at the idea of spending an evening with the blonde pursuing them everywhere and clinging like Saran wrap.
Heero snorted derisively. "She won't be pestering anyone for a while. A slayer killed her last night."
At that, Wufei instantly snapped to attention. "What? Last night?"
"Hn. Relena, Hilde, and Sally were all killed."
He remained quiet, under ordinary circumstances he probably would have asked then if the party was in celebration of the squawking thing's demise, but he refrained and instead inquired, "What did they do?"
Heero shrugged again indifferently. "Who knows? They were probably being reckless and stupid and didn't try to feel for an aura before attacking the slayer. Now are we going, or what?"
"I guess so..." Wufei conceded warily. Though living with the Japanese boy for the past two years had made him come to expect a lot of surprising things, his coldness towards others still managed to shock him every once and a while. Despite being annoying as hell, the three girls had been actual humans at one point in their lives, but the way Heero just dismissed their 'deaths' was as if they had been nothing more than the dirt stuck to the sole of his tennis shoe.
Shaking his head in silent disdain, Wufei followed Heero out into the muggy twilight.
***
"Will you be all right by yourself in there?"
"YES, for the last goddamn time, I will be FINE!" Duo exclaimed exasperatingly. It seriously need to start raining, the heat was wearing his already rankled nerves to their maximum.
The three stood a good deal away from a large Victorian-style manor that stood partially shrouded behind ancient willow trees in the front lawn, while flanked by thick, dense forestry in the back. Inside, numerous amounts of vampires were gathering for what they liked to call a 'freak party', which meant there was going to be a lot of blood drinking, sex, and kinky violence while under the influence of the full moon. Yes it was full moon, it was just concealed by the stubborn storm clouds that refused to let their moisture loose and keep peoples' skin from melting off.
Because of his empathetic abilities, Quatre was posing as a vampire with Trowa as his...human toy. He would be able to shield their auras for a good portion of the evening and appear like one of their kind, but at his own expense. The two were certainly dressed for the parts, the blonde wearing a sheer turquoise shirt halfway unbuttoned and -way- too tight bronzed leather pants while his unibanged counterpart clad in a jade green version of the same pants and was shirtless under his jacket.
Duo was supposed to be a mainliner. All he had to do was basically walk in there and look like easy prey for all the lovely fanged Undead to pounce on. Why human beings would actually put themselves through so much shit just to become a vampire, and ENJOYED it, was beyond him. They should realize that leading a normal life was by far better than having to endure the endless years in a shell of what you once were and could never be again. Unless of course they ran across a slayer's path, and everyone knows what happens then.
Duo wore the black muscle shirt he had slept in and pants that were equally as constricting as the other two's. [2] They were -not- comfortable, as a certain part of his anatomy screamed out agonizingly, it took a lot of willpower not to wince every time he moved. The outfit also put up a few obstacles in the weapons department as well, it meant no guns and less artillery. Everything would be done manually with stakes, much to Duo's disdain; he would gladly take a fully loaded gun any day over stakes. His wrist sheathes were disguised as armbands decorated with rings, the type used by people with bondage fetishes. Very attractive. There were daggers in his boots and a couple extra attached to ankle sheathes. That was it. Trowa was armed similarly, and Quatre had some, but mostly his job was to cover them and try not to get overwhelmed by all the emotions and energies that were going to be taking place inside the party.
"Just drop it, there's no use arguing," said Trowa, shifting uncomfortably under his jacket. "We'll go in first."
Quatre sighed in defeat. "Okay...Meet us back here at three Duo." He snaked an arm around the tall boy's waist and they disappeared underneath the willow tree branches.
***
"So where is this 'party' exactly?" Wufei asked, disgruntled. He had been walking with Heero now for what felt like hours, finding them in the outskirts of the city where large houses and spacious lawns reigned. Shadowy woods enclosed the properties all from behind, making a secret escape from the back door impossible even if he needed to in a life or death situation. It was nastily hot and Wufei had long ago realized how great the mistake of wearing jeans was.
"It's right there." Heero pointed to the last house on the street. House wasn't the right word. Miniature mansion, maybe. Even with the enormous willow trees concealing almost everything, it was still visible.
Wufei narrowed his onyx eyes as he surveyed a group of people paused in front of the willow trees before vanishing behind the sweeping branches. A few looked normal, but most of them were...unique with their attire. If it could be called attire. How about just barely covering the essentials? One girl seemed to have just walked out of a gothic version of a Playboy magazine and her consort wasn't much better in shredded leather pants and a fishnet shirt.
"Here's a better question, exactly WHAT kind of 'party' did I let myself get talked into?" Wufei muttered, afraid he was about to get a nosebleed if he saw one more person in nothing but see- through undergarments.
Then again, he found himself even more afraid of Heero's reply.
Heero grinned.
Yes, now he was positively terrified. [3]
But before he could say anything in dissent, a black-clad figure stepped out of the bushes ahead of him and Heero, the figure's long braid swinging limply after him. A braid. Wufei's step faltered and Heero glanced over at him, his expression unreadable.
"What? Don't tell me you're backing out now."
"O- of course not!" Wufei watched as Duo entered through the willow tree curtains, and let out an undetectable sigh of relief. He hadn't seen them. "I wouldn't want you thinking I was a chicken, now would I?"
"No, we wouldn't want that," Heero smirked, then mock-bowed. "After you."
Wufei snorted, going ahead into the branches and discovering that there was a walkway that led to the front door. At least he had one comforting thing to think about before entering Hell, that he wasn't the only one suffering. Duo had seemed pretty miserable looking in those tight clothes, not that Wufei was complaining...Wait, why was he thinking about that?
'Particularly in this weather...'
He forced himself to turn and see if Heero was coming, trying to keep his mind from wandering into places that it needn't be in, but thanks to the help of the Gothic Playboy Barbie and Bondage Leather Ken, it -was- there. And wasn't about to come out of those places any time soon.
***
Haha! I put Wufei's mind in the gutter! ^______^
[1] Don't you -hate- that?! You're all nice and toasty warm and SOMEONE just HAS to rip your blankets off! *growl*
[2]Okay now, who's covered in drool? *raises hand* Oh and it gets better in the next chapter...
[3]I would be terrified too. Wouldn't you? Who in their right mind wouldn't? This is Heero Yuy we're talking about here.
But yes! Off to work on the next chapter! ^^
My reviewers!
Smiley-person: Heh, no I really didn't kill him. But Wufei will want to be dead soon enough with the torture I'm gonna put him through...
Hybrid fairy: Here's the next chapter!
Nina: o.O;;; Please don't pull your hair out!
Mars: *joins the masses groveling to Sea* Still, being the mere messenger is good! If not for you, I would never have known about the 3x4/4x3 heaven that is "Subtle Hints"! ^^ And of course Wufei lives, I would never forgive -myself- if I ever made him die in one of my stories! And yes Heero is being redeemed...in a weird, twisted sort of way. *sweatdrop* I was going to have him actually do something nice, but I decided to make it indirect, for the lemon-y pleasure of my reviewers! He will be redeemed by giving you all more naked Wufei. Heero giving people a naked Wufei...naked Wufei...naked Heero...naked Duo...*hentai thoughts* *drool* Now where was I? *blink blink* Ah yes, reviews...Ack, studying for exams! Poor Mars! *gives her a naked Wufei plushie to help her study*
Solain-Rhyo: Yaay! You're addicted! ^^;;; No need to go into withdrawal! Here is the next chapter!
Shella: It's all good, I luff 'Friends'. Phoebe and Joey are my favorites cause they remind me of me. ^^ And yes, Wufei shirtless is definitely a good thing...Which reminds me! Website! http://www.wufeiduo.net That is the site I found the awesome-ness 2x5 images! And if that isn't enough, go to the links section of that website and there are like twenty other 2x5 sites to go to that have tons more 2x5 pictures!!! I spent like three hours online just looking through those sites! But after reading those chapter, you're going to be questioning some things. ^.~ Sure a shirtless, blushing Wufei is yummy...But after reading this chapter...I think opinions may change. Then of course in the next chapter when I bring in ALL the fun stuff! Sometimes I even scare myself with my evilness...*grins*
To anyone I forgot: Thank you for reviewing!
And as for disclaimers and warnings, you already know them! So there's no use in me wasting the energy by typing them out.
Forward HO! To the next chapter we go!
***
It was disgusting, to say the least.
Even though dusk had long fallen over the city, the air was sweltering hot and the dense humidity clung like a second skin. Duo was praying that the looming storm broke soon or he would melt in the heat if it didn't. The weather really needed to make up its mind on whether it wanted to be relatively cool, like had been the past couple of nights, or hot because this was really ridiculous.
Of course, he was thinking all of this to keep his mind off the real issues that were bothering him. The little part in your head that will always be superstitious no matter what was telling him that this storm was a particularly bad omen and coupled with the dream and his past few nights' experiences, he really was beginning to panic about what all this was leading up to.
The big finale didn't look like it was going to be twenty circus clowns popping out of a two-seater car and dancing the jig to maddening high pitched carnival music. On the contrary, considering his luck, the big bang was more than likely going to one of those gory ones from B rated Dracula movies.
Someone was feeling optimistic tonight, wasn't he?
Quatre craned his neck, propping his chin on Trowa's upper arm as he glanced back worriedly at the uncharacteristically quiet braided boy as they walked down the sidewalk. He strolled a few feet behind them, which wasn't unusual because they were the couple and he didn't want to appear like some tagalong, but normally that wouldn't stop him from holding a loud conversation over people's heads whenever he felt like it.
Duo's shoulders were slightly hunched, as if the humidity was bearing down on him heavily, with his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his pants and his head bowed, apparently finding the pavement very interesting. He still looked tired and a bit shaken from when Quatre had woken him up and the sultry climate was doing nothing to boost any of their spirits. Even Trowa was showing signs of discomfiture as he loosened and re-entwined his hand with the empath's every so often, cooling their sweaty palms.
Feeling Quatre's penetrating gaze scrutinizing him, Duo straightened his posture and offered a halfhearted smile at him. 'Yeah, I'm just peachy...' he thought, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than anything else. In return he got another anxious once-over, but the blonde turned back around all the same.
It was going to be a very, very long ass night.
With these reflections plaguing his mind and their plans for that night duty-wise, it was -undeniably- going to be a very, very long night.
***
Heero opened Wufei's door and went into his bedroom. He had said to get him when it was time to go out, so that was what he was doing.
Wufei seemed to be sleeping dreamlessly now, though of course he was, since Heero wasn't toying with his mind. He had to admit, it had been a little low even for him to give the Chinese vampire and Duo that nightmare, but-
There was not 'but'. He couldn't remember why he had done it, if there was a reason at all.
Perhaps he was a sick bastard. He already knew he couldn't stand Wufei's scorn. That was why he got involved with this in the first place. Or maybe it was because the mocking Asian was so easily accepted by the braided slayer that seemed to hate him as equally as he likes Wufei.
Duo certainly made that crystal clear more than once. He defied almost everything he was taught as a slayer to help search for ways to 'heal' Wufei while at the same time didn't hesitate to try to rip Heero's throat out.
Was Heero's reason jealousy?
Him? Jealous?
No, it couldn't be.
If it wasn't that though, then what was the reason?
Shaking his head abruptly, Heero returned to his task of kicking Wufei out of bed like he had asked. "Get up, it's after sunset."
"Come back later."
"You're the one who told me to wake you up."
"Go away."
Heero took hold of the bed sheets and pulled them off, snickering as Wufei automatically flinched at the sudden change from toasty warm to ice cold. [1]
"Goddamn it, give those back! It's freezing!" Wufei growled, glaring at him from behind tangled strands of raven hair.
"I thought it was 'hot'."
"Don't start that bullshit with me," he muttered, snatching the blankets from his grip and sitting up. "See? I'm awake, now go away."
"All right, no need to get pissed off at me." Heero held his hands up defensively.
"Taking the sheets wasn't necessary."
"I could have used my methods of making you be quiet."
Wufei shot him a murderous glare and pushed himself off of the edge of the bed. "I think not."
Heero smirked and left his room, the door being slammed after him.
He emerged a few minutes later, fully clothed in some faded jeans and his regular navy blue tank top this time, combing at his loose strands of hair. Still feeling rather tired, he didn't even try to bother with a half-decent ponytail, so he did nothing and left it the way it had been when he woke up. He wasn't impressing anybody, so what did a bit of untidiness matter?
"What are you so eager to get me out for?" Wufei asked grumpily.
"There's a party tonight."
"And?"
"I want you to go with me." Heero shrugged a little.
"Isn't that what Relena is for?" he grimaced at the idea of spending an evening with the blonde pursuing them everywhere and clinging like Saran wrap.
Heero snorted derisively. "She won't be pestering anyone for a while. A slayer killed her last night."
At that, Wufei instantly snapped to attention. "What? Last night?"
"Hn. Relena, Hilde, and Sally were all killed."
He remained quiet, under ordinary circumstances he probably would have asked then if the party was in celebration of the squawking thing's demise, but he refrained and instead inquired, "What did they do?"
Heero shrugged again indifferently. "Who knows? They were probably being reckless and stupid and didn't try to feel for an aura before attacking the slayer. Now are we going, or what?"
"I guess so..." Wufei conceded warily. Though living with the Japanese boy for the past two years had made him come to expect a lot of surprising things, his coldness towards others still managed to shock him every once and a while. Despite being annoying as hell, the three girls had been actual humans at one point in their lives, but the way Heero just dismissed their 'deaths' was as if they had been nothing more than the dirt stuck to the sole of his tennis shoe.
Shaking his head in silent disdain, Wufei followed Heero out into the muggy twilight.
***
"Will you be all right by yourself in there?"
"YES, for the last goddamn time, I will be FINE!" Duo exclaimed exasperatingly. It seriously need to start raining, the heat was wearing his already rankled nerves to their maximum.
The three stood a good deal away from a large Victorian-style manor that stood partially shrouded behind ancient willow trees in the front lawn, while flanked by thick, dense forestry in the back. Inside, numerous amounts of vampires were gathering for what they liked to call a 'freak party', which meant there was going to be a lot of blood drinking, sex, and kinky violence while under the influence of the full moon. Yes it was full moon, it was just concealed by the stubborn storm clouds that refused to let their moisture loose and keep peoples' skin from melting off.
Because of his empathetic abilities, Quatre was posing as a vampire with Trowa as his...human toy. He would be able to shield their auras for a good portion of the evening and appear like one of their kind, but at his own expense. The two were certainly dressed for the parts, the blonde wearing a sheer turquoise shirt halfway unbuttoned and -way- too tight bronzed leather pants while his unibanged counterpart clad in a jade green version of the same pants and was shirtless under his jacket.
Duo was supposed to be a mainliner. All he had to do was basically walk in there and look like easy prey for all the lovely fanged Undead to pounce on. Why human beings would actually put themselves through so much shit just to become a vampire, and ENJOYED it, was beyond him. They should realize that leading a normal life was by far better than having to endure the endless years in a shell of what you once were and could never be again. Unless of course they ran across a slayer's path, and everyone knows what happens then.
Duo wore the black muscle shirt he had slept in and pants that were equally as constricting as the other two's. [2] They were -not- comfortable, as a certain part of his anatomy screamed out agonizingly, it took a lot of willpower not to wince every time he moved. The outfit also put up a few obstacles in the weapons department as well, it meant no guns and less artillery. Everything would be done manually with stakes, much to Duo's disdain; he would gladly take a fully loaded gun any day over stakes. His wrist sheathes were disguised as armbands decorated with rings, the type used by people with bondage fetishes. Very attractive. There were daggers in his boots and a couple extra attached to ankle sheathes. That was it. Trowa was armed similarly, and Quatre had some, but mostly his job was to cover them and try not to get overwhelmed by all the emotions and energies that were going to be taking place inside the party.
"Just drop it, there's no use arguing," said Trowa, shifting uncomfortably under his jacket. "We'll go in first."
Quatre sighed in defeat. "Okay...Meet us back here at three Duo." He snaked an arm around the tall boy's waist and they disappeared underneath the willow tree branches.
***
"So where is this 'party' exactly?" Wufei asked, disgruntled. He had been walking with Heero now for what felt like hours, finding them in the outskirts of the city where large houses and spacious lawns reigned. Shadowy woods enclosed the properties all from behind, making a secret escape from the back door impossible even if he needed to in a life or death situation. It was nastily hot and Wufei had long ago realized how great the mistake of wearing jeans was.
"It's right there." Heero pointed to the last house on the street. House wasn't the right word. Miniature mansion, maybe. Even with the enormous willow trees concealing almost everything, it was still visible.
Wufei narrowed his onyx eyes as he surveyed a group of people paused in front of the willow trees before vanishing behind the sweeping branches. A few looked normal, but most of them were...unique with their attire. If it could be called attire. How about just barely covering the essentials? One girl seemed to have just walked out of a gothic version of a Playboy magazine and her consort wasn't much better in shredded leather pants and a fishnet shirt.
"Here's a better question, exactly WHAT kind of 'party' did I let myself get talked into?" Wufei muttered, afraid he was about to get a nosebleed if he saw one more person in nothing but see- through undergarments.
Then again, he found himself even more afraid of Heero's reply.
Heero grinned.
Yes, now he was positively terrified. [3]
But before he could say anything in dissent, a black-clad figure stepped out of the bushes ahead of him and Heero, the figure's long braid swinging limply after him. A braid. Wufei's step faltered and Heero glanced over at him, his expression unreadable.
"What? Don't tell me you're backing out now."
"O- of course not!" Wufei watched as Duo entered through the willow tree curtains, and let out an undetectable sigh of relief. He hadn't seen them. "I wouldn't want you thinking I was a chicken, now would I?"
"No, we wouldn't want that," Heero smirked, then mock-bowed. "After you."
Wufei snorted, going ahead into the branches and discovering that there was a walkway that led to the front door. At least he had one comforting thing to think about before entering Hell, that he wasn't the only one suffering. Duo had seemed pretty miserable looking in those tight clothes, not that Wufei was complaining...Wait, why was he thinking about that?
'Particularly in this weather...'
He forced himself to turn and see if Heero was coming, trying to keep his mind from wandering into places that it needn't be in, but thanks to the help of the Gothic Playboy Barbie and Bondage Leather Ken, it -was- there. And wasn't about to come out of those places any time soon.
***
Haha! I put Wufei's mind in the gutter! ^______^
[1] Don't you -hate- that?! You're all nice and toasty warm and SOMEONE just HAS to rip your blankets off! *growl*
[2]Okay now, who's covered in drool? *raises hand* Oh and it gets better in the next chapter...
[3]I would be terrified too. Wouldn't you? Who in their right mind wouldn't? This is Heero Yuy we're talking about here.
But yes! Off to work on the next chapter! ^^