Title: Heaven Helps the Man 5/
Author: Dazza
Rating:R - for violence, language, and non-graphic m/m relationships
Warnings: Oh boy, here we go. Yaoi, OOCness, Bastardized Heero, abuse,
language, interrupted lime (sorry, couldn't bring myself to write a lemon (
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Pairings: 1+2, 5x2, 3+4
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (sniffle). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked purposes and I promise to return them *mostly* intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than little ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. So don't sue. I'm just a poor student, I have no money. Let me check my pockets. nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Emphasis *blah* Duo's thoughts Wufei's thoughts /blah/ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Feedback: Yes please. C&C are most appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
I'm feeling especially generous so here is another chapter for you guys (. This will probably be it for a couple of days as the homework monster has reared its ugly head. My honors psych class is kickin' my ass and I have to get some work done, so no playing in the GW sandbox for awhile. Hope you guys like the new chapters. Lemme know what you think.
Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapter(s)!
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A week later Duo finally had Quatre convinced he wad well enough to get out of bed. Which was a good thing because Duo was about ready to go out of his mind with boredom. Plus being inactive gave him far too much time to think. And his thoughts, more often than not, weren't pleasant. They usually revolved around Heero.
No matter what he had done, Duo knew he still loved the bastard. And that knowledge did not sit well with him. How could he love someone who would beat him senseless? Was he blind? How could he have thought Heero ever really loved him back? And another thought that plagued him were the feelings he was developing for Wufei. Ever since he had woken up, the Chinese boy had taken care of him. Bringing him soup, reading to him when he couldn't sleep, listening to his chatter without complaint. He would do small, considerate things for him, like finding his favorite manga or watching Duo's favorite television shows with him so he wouldn't feel lonely and it was confusing the braided boy. It was so uncharacteristic of Wufei to behave this way.
He knew Wufei had never really hated him like it sometimes appeared, but they had never actually been close friends. Now he was re-evaluating their relationship. He was noticing so many things he hadn't before. Like how kawaii Wufei looked with his hair down. Duo had never seen it down before, but one day Wufei's hair band had broken and he was forced to leave it down. Or the way he scrunched up his nose when concentrating really hard. And the fact that he had a great body. Duo blushed as he thought about just exactly what he'd like to do with that body. What was wrong with him? He'd never thought of Wufei this way before. It was all too confusing.
So needless to say, all this thinking was not helping Duo's state of mind much and he put his all into assuring Quatre of his returning health. That day Duo had gotten up around ten and promised to meet the others for lunch at 12:30, after a much needed shower. God, it felt good to have all the dried blood out of his hair. Washing the mass of chestnut one-handed had been tricky, but he'd managed it. Wrapping a towel around his head, Duo had dressed in his customary black ensemble, yet another tricky maneuver without the use of one arm.
Finally he had let his hair down, only to realize with dismay that he couldn't brush it with his left hand. He tried, but the brush just kept getting caught. He was used to doing it with too hands and there was just too much hair to handle with one. Snarling in frustration, Duo glanced at the clock. It was noon. "Dammit!" Duo hurled the offending brush at the door, just as Wufei stepped inside. It beaned the Chinese bishounen in the head.
"Itai!" Wufei gave an undignified yelp as the projectile struck him in the temple. "Oops! Sorry Wu-chan." Wufei looked up, rubbing his sore head. His mouth gaped open a little as he stared at Duo. /Beautiful/ was the only word that came to his mind. Duo noticed his stare. "Guess you've never really seen it down, ne?" Wufei seemed to come back to himself. Embarrassed at his own reaction to Duo's unbound hair, Wufei's gaze hardened into a glare to cover it. "What's the problem, Maxwell?" he asked, feigning disinterest, when in reality he was longing to caress those silken locks.
"This!" Duo said, gesturing to his hair. "It won't cooperate. I'm not used to doing it with my left hand. It didn't occur to me until after my shower. I was looking forward to having it out of my face too." He sighed and blew a puff of air through his bangs. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to leave it, ne?" Duo turned to grab his jacket and meet Trowa and Quatre, resigning himself to a bad hair day.
Duo felt a tug on his arm. "Sit." He turned to look at Wufei, who had picked up his brush from the floor and now held it in his hand. "Nani?" he asked. Wufei tugged him over to the bed. "Sit" he repeated, pushing Duo down to sit on the edge of the king-size bed. Wufei climbed up on his knees behind him. "How do I do this?" he asked the longhaired ex- pilot. Duo was extremely surprised. "Well?" "Start at the bottom and work your way up." Wufei gave a nod and began brushing sections of his hair, tugging gently at the snarls. /It's so soft./
Eventually, Duo just surrendered himself to the feeling of having another brush his hair. It was a very pleasurable and equally personal experience, one that Heero had never... Instead, he decided to figure out why Wufei was continuing to act so...well, un-like Wufei.
Sometime later the movements of the brush had stilled. Duo opened his eyes, which he didn't recall closing. "Now what?" Wufei asked, still running the tips of his fingers through Duo's hair. Duo shivered pleasurably at the affectionate touch, but Wufei took it as an adverse reaction and stopped, berating himself for showing even a bit of his emotions to the boy.
Duo frowned slightly as Wufei's fingers stopped. "Divide it into three equal sections. Move the left over the center, then the right over that and so on until you reach the end." Wufei followed his directions and in no time had the long chestnut mass tamed into a reasonably neat braid. After snapping the hair band into place, an awkward silence fell in the bedroom. /It's now or never/ thought Wufei.
Duo turned to thank Wufei, but found his mouth covered in a sweet kiss. Duo blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes and melted willingly into the feelings coursing through his body. He tentatively began to kiss back. Wufei's tongue caressed his lower lip, entreating entrance and Duo readily complied. Their tongue dueled gently, until Duo's mind came back from its trip to the outer asteroids. He abruptly pulled back, breaking off the kiss.
Duo stared at his hands, refusing to meet Wufei's gaze. Too many thoughts were running through his mind. Looking down, he missed the pained expression that crossed Wufei's face. /I blew it! Dammit! I knew he couldn't care for me. He still loves Heero!/ Wufei blinked at the unfamiliar wetness in his eyes. Why did it have to hurt so much?
Meanwhile, Duo's mind was racing. Duo raised a hand to touch his slightly bruised lips. Duo almost sobbed at that thought. Did Wufei really care about him like that? "G- Gomen, Duo. I shouldn't have. I-" he heard Wufei mumbling, embarrassed no doubt. But there was a little of something else in his voice. Hurt?
Duo repeated his question out loud. "Why are you sorry Wufei?" "You- I.I shouldn't have done that. It was-" Duo silenced him with another kiss, startling Wufei. Wufei kissed him back, then pulled away for air. "Why did you do that Duo?" Duo looked straight at him. "Because I wanted to." Wufei's heart skipped a beat. /Could Duo feel the same?/ Duo moved in for another kiss, but Wufei moved his head. He had to be sure Duo felt something. That he wasn't just toying with him. "Duo, we can't do this." Duo's smile faded. He turned away, folding in on himself. "Gomen, Wufei. I.I thought.you *liked* me" The last was barely a whisper.
Wufei's heart broke at the hurt in Duo's voice. He pulled Duo back into his arms. He wouldn't fight it anymore. If this was what Duo wanted, he would give in. He would give him anything and everything he ever asked for if he could. He hooked a finger under Duo's chin and raised his eyes to meet his own. "No, Duo I like you. I more than *like* you. I.ai shiteru Duo." Wufei searched his eyes, waiting for Duo's reaction.
Duo was stunned. Tears rose in his eyes and Wufei feared he had made a fatal mistake in revealing his feeling to Duo so soon. "Duo?" Duo's lower lip trembled and the tears spilled over. After so long, it was hard to believe someone loved him. Would actually dare to love Shinigami. Heero had *never* told him that. "Wufei."
Meanwhile, Wufei decided that he had been wrong in telling him. He had moved too fast. "Duo, I'm sorry. Don't cry. I shouldn't have said that." "No!" Duo's head snapped up. "Don't take it back." He sniffed and wiped his eyes, giving Wufei a genuine smile, one he hadn't seen since this whole mess with Heero started. It was nothing like his manic grin, but a true, real smile. "Say it again."
Wufei smile in relief, a gesture that Duo decided then and there made the Chinese boy even more beautiful. "Ai shiteru Duo Maxwell." "Honto ni?" he asked in a still unsure voice. "Honto." Wufei kissed his nose and Duo's smile grew wider. He wiped his eyes again. "Gomen" he said. "Sorry? For what?" Wufei asked confused. "For weeping like a weak little onna. Gods, I'm pathetic." He looked away. Wufei turned his head back to him.
"You are anything but pathetic Duo Maxwell" he said vehemently. "Crying is not a weakness. I was wrong to ever think so. Sometimes tears are the only way to heal wounds of the soul." He kissed Duo lightly again, a small sad smile returning to his face at the depth of Duo's insecurity. He would do everything in his power to bring back the proud and sure Duo Maxwell that had been before all of Heero's hurt. "And it's hard to trust love. But I will make sure you never have reason to doubt mine."
Duo hugged Wufei tightly. "Gods Fei, I love you too." Wufei looked at him. "You don't have to say that Duo." Now Duo gave *him* a look. " Yes I do. I." a kiss, "love." another kiss, "you, Chang Wufei." Wufei's heart burst at those words and he kissed him back passionately. He slid his tongue into the velvety depths of Duo's mouth, savoring the taste of him. Their tongues sparred together, locked in a sensual duel. Wufei moved his hands to cup the back of Duo's head, twining his fingers in his thick, silky hair.
Duo moaned at this intensity of the kiss. He was feeling so many things at once and yet it seemed as if he couldn't get enough of Wufei. His taste, his scent, his touch. He ran his hands all over Wufei's body, eliciting a moan from the Chinese youth as his hand brushed over one sensitive nipple. Wufei moved his mouth from Duo's lips to his neck, nipping lightly. Duo hands had moved under his shirt, running lightly over his heated skin. Wufei was just reaching for the buttons to Duo's shirt when Quatre's voice sounded right outside the door. "Are you guys coming?"
They broke apart as if shocked. "Not yet" Wufei whispered. Duo laughed at his love's hentai thoughts. "We'll be right there Cat" Duo called. Wufei growled in irritation at the disruption, but Duo just smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him out into the hallway. He ignored Quatre's open-mouthed stare and moved past him to the stairs. As they came downstairs, Trowa raised a questioning brow at their still entwined hands and slightly disheveled appearance, but remained silent. They sat down for lunch outside, exchanging teasing glances across the table. Trowa and Quatre were going to a W.E.I. board meeting immediately after lunch and then to a party afterward. They had the whole evening to themselves and this time, they would not be interrupted.
END PART FIVE
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (sniffle). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked purposes and I promise to return them *mostly* intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than little ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. So don't sue. I'm just a poor student, I have no money. Let me check my pockets. nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Emphasis *blah* Duo's thoughts Wufei's thoughts /blah/ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Feedback: Yes please. C&C are most appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
I'm feeling especially generous so here is another chapter for you guys (. This will probably be it for a couple of days as the homework monster has reared its ugly head. My honors psych class is kickin' my ass and I have to get some work done, so no playing in the GW sandbox for awhile. Hope you guys like the new chapters. Lemme know what you think.
Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapter(s)!
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A week later Duo finally had Quatre convinced he wad well enough to get out of bed. Which was a good thing because Duo was about ready to go out of his mind with boredom. Plus being inactive gave him far too much time to think. And his thoughts, more often than not, weren't pleasant. They usually revolved around Heero.
No matter what he had done, Duo knew he still loved the bastard. And that knowledge did not sit well with him. How could he love someone who would beat him senseless? Was he blind? How could he have thought Heero ever really loved him back? And another thought that plagued him were the feelings he was developing for Wufei. Ever since he had woken up, the Chinese boy had taken care of him. Bringing him soup, reading to him when he couldn't sleep, listening to his chatter without complaint. He would do small, considerate things for him, like finding his favorite manga or watching Duo's favorite television shows with him so he wouldn't feel lonely and it was confusing the braided boy. It was so uncharacteristic of Wufei to behave this way.
He knew Wufei had never really hated him like it sometimes appeared, but they had never actually been close friends. Now he was re-evaluating their relationship. He was noticing so many things he hadn't before. Like how kawaii Wufei looked with his hair down. Duo had never seen it down before, but one day Wufei's hair band had broken and he was forced to leave it down. Or the way he scrunched up his nose when concentrating really hard. And the fact that he had a great body. Duo blushed as he thought about just exactly what he'd like to do with that body. What was wrong with him? He'd never thought of Wufei this way before. It was all too confusing.
So needless to say, all this thinking was not helping Duo's state of mind much and he put his all into assuring Quatre of his returning health. That day Duo had gotten up around ten and promised to meet the others for lunch at 12:30, after a much needed shower. God, it felt good to have all the dried blood out of his hair. Washing the mass of chestnut one-handed had been tricky, but he'd managed it. Wrapping a towel around his head, Duo had dressed in his customary black ensemble, yet another tricky maneuver without the use of one arm.
Finally he had let his hair down, only to realize with dismay that he couldn't brush it with his left hand. He tried, but the brush just kept getting caught. He was used to doing it with too hands and there was just too much hair to handle with one. Snarling in frustration, Duo glanced at the clock. It was noon. "Dammit!" Duo hurled the offending brush at the door, just as Wufei stepped inside. It beaned the Chinese bishounen in the head.
"Itai!" Wufei gave an undignified yelp as the projectile struck him in the temple. "Oops! Sorry Wu-chan." Wufei looked up, rubbing his sore head. His mouth gaped open a little as he stared at Duo. /Beautiful/ was the only word that came to his mind. Duo noticed his stare. "Guess you've never really seen it down, ne?" Wufei seemed to come back to himself. Embarrassed at his own reaction to Duo's unbound hair, Wufei's gaze hardened into a glare to cover it. "What's the problem, Maxwell?" he asked, feigning disinterest, when in reality he was longing to caress those silken locks.
"This!" Duo said, gesturing to his hair. "It won't cooperate. I'm not used to doing it with my left hand. It didn't occur to me until after my shower. I was looking forward to having it out of my face too." He sighed and blew a puff of air through his bangs. "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to leave it, ne?" Duo turned to grab his jacket and meet Trowa and Quatre, resigning himself to a bad hair day.
Duo felt a tug on his arm. "Sit." He turned to look at Wufei, who had picked up his brush from the floor and now held it in his hand. "Nani?" he asked. Wufei tugged him over to the bed. "Sit" he repeated, pushing Duo down to sit on the edge of the king-size bed. Wufei climbed up on his knees behind him. "How do I do this?" he asked the longhaired ex- pilot. Duo was extremely surprised. "Well?" "Start at the bottom and work your way up." Wufei gave a nod and began brushing sections of his hair, tugging gently at the snarls. /It's so soft./
Eventually, Duo just surrendered himself to the feeling of having another brush his hair. It was a very pleasurable and equally personal experience, one that Heero had never... Instead, he decided to figure out why Wufei was continuing to act so...well, un-like Wufei.
Sometime later the movements of the brush had stilled. Duo opened his eyes, which he didn't recall closing. "Now what?" Wufei asked, still running the tips of his fingers through Duo's hair. Duo shivered pleasurably at the affectionate touch, but Wufei took it as an adverse reaction and stopped, berating himself for showing even a bit of his emotions to the boy.
Duo frowned slightly as Wufei's fingers stopped. "Divide it into three equal sections. Move the left over the center, then the right over that and so on until you reach the end." Wufei followed his directions and in no time had the long chestnut mass tamed into a reasonably neat braid. After snapping the hair band into place, an awkward silence fell in the bedroom. /It's now or never/ thought Wufei.
Duo turned to thank Wufei, but found his mouth covered in a sweet kiss. Duo blinked in surprise, then closed his eyes and melted willingly into the feelings coursing through his body. He tentatively began to kiss back. Wufei's tongue caressed his lower lip, entreating entrance and Duo readily complied. Their tongue dueled gently, until Duo's mind came back from its trip to the outer asteroids. He abruptly pulled back, breaking off the kiss.
Duo stared at his hands, refusing to meet Wufei's gaze. Too many thoughts were running through his mind. Looking down, he missed the pained expression that crossed Wufei's face. /I blew it! Dammit! I knew he couldn't care for me. He still loves Heero!/ Wufei blinked at the unfamiliar wetness in his eyes. Why did it have to hurt so much?
Meanwhile, Duo's mind was racing. Duo raised a hand to touch his slightly bruised lips. Duo almost sobbed at that thought. Did Wufei really care about him like that? "G- Gomen, Duo. I shouldn't have. I-" he heard Wufei mumbling, embarrassed no doubt. But there was a little of something else in his voice. Hurt?
Duo repeated his question out loud. "Why are you sorry Wufei?" "You- I.I shouldn't have done that. It was-" Duo silenced him with another kiss, startling Wufei. Wufei kissed him back, then pulled away for air. "Why did you do that Duo?" Duo looked straight at him. "Because I wanted to." Wufei's heart skipped a beat. /Could Duo feel the same?/ Duo moved in for another kiss, but Wufei moved his head. He had to be sure Duo felt something. That he wasn't just toying with him. "Duo, we can't do this." Duo's smile faded. He turned away, folding in on himself. "Gomen, Wufei. I.I thought.you *liked* me" The last was barely a whisper.
Wufei's heart broke at the hurt in Duo's voice. He pulled Duo back into his arms. He wouldn't fight it anymore. If this was what Duo wanted, he would give in. He would give him anything and everything he ever asked for if he could. He hooked a finger under Duo's chin and raised his eyes to meet his own. "No, Duo I like you. I more than *like* you. I.ai shiteru Duo." Wufei searched his eyes, waiting for Duo's reaction.
Duo was stunned. Tears rose in his eyes and Wufei feared he had made a fatal mistake in revealing his feeling to Duo so soon. "Duo?" Duo's lower lip trembled and the tears spilled over. After so long, it was hard to believe someone loved him. Would actually dare to love Shinigami. Heero had *never* told him that. "Wufei."
Meanwhile, Wufei decided that he had been wrong in telling him. He had moved too fast. "Duo, I'm sorry. Don't cry. I shouldn't have said that." "No!" Duo's head snapped up. "Don't take it back." He sniffed and wiped his eyes, giving Wufei a genuine smile, one he hadn't seen since this whole mess with Heero started. It was nothing like his manic grin, but a true, real smile. "Say it again."
Wufei smile in relief, a gesture that Duo decided then and there made the Chinese boy even more beautiful. "Ai shiteru Duo Maxwell." "Honto ni?" he asked in a still unsure voice. "Honto." Wufei kissed his nose and Duo's smile grew wider. He wiped his eyes again. "Gomen" he said. "Sorry? For what?" Wufei asked confused. "For weeping like a weak little onna. Gods, I'm pathetic." He looked away. Wufei turned his head back to him.
"You are anything but pathetic Duo Maxwell" he said vehemently. "Crying is not a weakness. I was wrong to ever think so. Sometimes tears are the only way to heal wounds of the soul." He kissed Duo lightly again, a small sad smile returning to his face at the depth of Duo's insecurity. He would do everything in his power to bring back the proud and sure Duo Maxwell that had been before all of Heero's hurt. "And it's hard to trust love. But I will make sure you never have reason to doubt mine."
Duo hugged Wufei tightly. "Gods Fei, I love you too." Wufei looked at him. "You don't have to say that Duo." Now Duo gave *him* a look. " Yes I do. I." a kiss, "love." another kiss, "you, Chang Wufei." Wufei's heart burst at those words and he kissed him back passionately. He slid his tongue into the velvety depths of Duo's mouth, savoring the taste of him. Their tongues sparred together, locked in a sensual duel. Wufei moved his hands to cup the back of Duo's head, twining his fingers in his thick, silky hair.
Duo moaned at this intensity of the kiss. He was feeling so many things at once and yet it seemed as if he couldn't get enough of Wufei. His taste, his scent, his touch. He ran his hands all over Wufei's body, eliciting a moan from the Chinese youth as his hand brushed over one sensitive nipple. Wufei moved his mouth from Duo's lips to his neck, nipping lightly. Duo hands had moved under his shirt, running lightly over his heated skin. Wufei was just reaching for the buttons to Duo's shirt when Quatre's voice sounded right outside the door. "Are you guys coming?"
They broke apart as if shocked. "Not yet" Wufei whispered. Duo laughed at his love's hentai thoughts. "We'll be right there Cat" Duo called. Wufei growled in irritation at the disruption, but Duo just smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him out into the hallway. He ignored Quatre's open-mouthed stare and moved past him to the stairs. As they came downstairs, Trowa raised a questioning brow at their still entwined hands and slightly disheveled appearance, but remained silent. They sat down for lunch outside, exchanging teasing glances across the table. Trowa and Quatre were going to a W.E.I. board meeting immediately after lunch and then to a party afterward. They had the whole evening to themselves and this time, they would not be interrupted.
END PART FIVE