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A full month had passed since Heero'd returned home, and things seemed to be getting on just wonderfully. Quatre chirped on about how much better Heero was to Trowa as he tossed the salad they were going to have for lunch.
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Trowa frowned a little, "Yes, but what about Wufei? He's grown more distant than usual since Heero returned." The unibanged pilot offered softly, brow creasing in worry as he finally voiced the worry that had been gnawing at him for weeks now. He and Wufei almost always had communicated silently with posture and glances, but since Heero returned, he couldn't read the Shenlong pilot at all, and it worried him deeply. Not much could shake Chang Wufei up bad enough to make him clam up.
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Quatre blinked a few times, "Why? Something wrong with him? He seems like he's been a bit grumpy lately, but not so much so to worry. Has he stopped talking to you?" He asked quite casually, for once oblivious to someone's feelings.
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Trowa nodded softly, "We used to speak silently, but he's not sent a single signal since Heero came back. I think something happened between them, but I don't dare ask what."
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Quatre frowned deeply, "Hmm, that is odd. I'll talk to him a little later, see if I can't get him to drop a hint or two." He replied, shrugging, and going about adding croutons, cheese, and dressing to the salad.
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It was about then that Wufei was in his garden again, practicing martial arts, nearly directly over the spot Heero and Duo'd 'made love' the night of the Wing pilot's return. His form was smooth, control perfect, though his mind wandered despite how he tried to keep it focused. Because of this lack of awareness, he was easily knocked to the floor when Heero came up from behind and gave him a shove.
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Heero pressed his foot into the small of Wufei's back, leaning down to speak to the other pilot, "You know what I think, Wufei? I think you're scared of me. You've been avoiding me an awful lot, and I don't like that." Heero chuckled softly, hand moving down to remove Wufei's hair band, running his hand through the other pilot's hair, "I think it's about time I teach you what real fear is. Maybe then you'll show your true colors, coward." He stepped back, eyeing Wufei coldly.
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The Chinese pilot growled softly at Heero's words, slowly getting up, "I have nothing to fear from you, Yuy. You're the coward, beating your own lover. I bet you don't even love him. You're just using him, aren't you?" He demanded with a disapproving scowl.
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Heero laughed, the sound sending shivers down Wufei's spine, "You're clever, for a Preventer, but you're still not quite right. This wasn't even my idea, I'm just the... Hired man, as it were, to perform a task." He smirked darkly, "But it's time for me to have a little fun with you." He darted forward, a fist aimed for Wufei's solar plexus.
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Wufei dodged easily to the side, his eyes narrowing as he shifted to circle Heero, keeping on the defensive, "You think I'm so easy to hit, Yuy? I've had far more training than Duo, and unlike him, I have no emotional attachment to you. I'll fight back, because I know I don't deserve your shit."
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Heero grinned as he rounded on Wufei, watching him, keeping the other pilot in his sights, "That so?" He asked with a malicious grin, "What if, because I won't get my steam off here, I go up, and use Duo instead?" He laughed softly, "I will, you know, and I'll be harder on him than I am on you. I've got a taste for his cowering."
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Wufei froze at that, setting his jaw, and hissing his words out softly, "You wouldn't dare, barbarian." He snapped out, jerking forward, landing a heavy blow to Heero's arm, sure to leave a bruise.
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Heero nearly winced at the hit, then smirked, "I'll break an arm for that. Yours or Duo's. You get to pick." He replied, then held his arms out, "Go ahead, Wufei, hit me again. Give Duo more pain." He grinned outright, knowing he had Wufei under his power now. Ah, power. It was so pleasantly addictive.
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Wufei growled, holding his arm out to Heero, "You're a bastard, but I won't let you hurt him like that." He replied softly, eyes smoldering with hatred, though he'd swallow his pride for Duo. He'd never admit it, but he had developed an immense crush on Duo in Heero's absence. After the pity had faded, admiration grew, and love was beginning to blossom in his heart for the Deathscythe pilot.
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Heero smirked, reaching out, and snapping Wufei's arm above the elbow, then gave him a nasty punch in the gut, "You're smart enough to think of a reasonable excuse for the broken arm. Remember, your silence buys Duo's safety, coward." He laughed softly, "You're mine now."
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Wufei grimaced, letting out a grunt instead of a yell when his arm was broken, the punch having effectively winded him. He panted softly, glaring at Heero, holding his broken arm gingerly, and glaring at the other pilot, "Not for ever." He replied quietly as Heero walked away.
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"No, not for ever, but for a long time yet." Heero muttered to himself as he headed up to the room he shared with Duo.
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Wufei slowly sat down, grimacing heavily in pain, while trying to concoct a plausible story for how his arm had broken. A fall down the steps, he decided, would cover it this time, though if it happened again, he'd need to find a better excuse. He waited a bit, then stood, quietly moving to the top of the stairwell that led to his room, and took a deep breath. He faked a slip, tumbled down the stairs, and let out a yell of pain as his arm hit the ground when he landed, twisted awkwardly. He moaned softly in pain as Quatre came rushing around the corner.
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"Wufei! What happened? Oh, your arm looks broken, don't move it, I'll get the splint kit, then we'll take you straight to the hospital. Did you hit your head any?" The Arab asked in a rush, even as the other three pilots hurried over.
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Wufei nodded softly, "I fell. I'll be okay, didn't hit my head any, but I landed hard on my arm." He grimaced, keeping his eyes on the floor, and feigning bruised dignity. He most certainly would not meet Duo or Heero's eyes right then, because that would give far too much away.
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Quatre left, coming back a moment later with the splint kit, deftly stabilizing Wufei's arm, then gingerly helping the Chinese man up, "You sure you're okay? Didn't get hurt anywhere else?" He asked softly, giving a little frown. It was unusual for Wufei to be so sullen over an injury.
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"I'm fine, Quatre. Just some bumps and bruises, other than the arm." He replied, straightening, and slowly walking to the jeep, careful not to jar his arm.
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"I'll come with." Duo offered with a frown, "It's kinda scary, getting your arm set, and I don't want you convincing Q-man that you can handle it on your own." He stomped his foot down, then quickly followed Wufei, Quatre shaking his head and following after the two. Luckily, they never questioned his hair being down, and he never had to come up with a reason for that. He knew they'd never buy any story he'd concoct for it.
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"Those two." Trowa muttered softly, giving a little chuckle. Heero just smiled, turning and walking off, presumably to do whatever it was he did, while on his laptop.
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A few hours later, the three returned home, Wufei with a cumbersome cast over his arm, and a scowl that would be set into his features until the bone mended. Duo sighed anxiously, and wandered up to bed, Quatre getting Wufei a bit of tea before doing the same, leaving the Chinese man to sit up and brood for the night.
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Early the next morning, Wufei was still up when Heero crept down around four AM. The Chinese pilot sighed weakly, staring at the book in his lap, even as Heero came up behind him, and took out Wufei's ponytail again, "Did Duo put that up for you?" He asked with surprising softness.
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Wufei nodded softly, "He did. I suppose now you'll tell me to keep away from him?" He asked bitterly, closing his book with his good hand.
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"No, actually. That would be suspicious. I want you to act like yourself again, or you may have to have another accident." He smirked, "Or maybe you'll just say you're terribly depressed. The stories are up to you."
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Wufei scowled darkly, putting his book on the end table, "Why are you doing this, Heero? What do you stand to gain from whoever's having you do this?" He demanded softly, keeping his eyes straight ahead, even as Heero put a hand under his chin, and tipped his head up.
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"I have so very much to gain. Free sex, a lover that fawns over me, a little punching bag with a sharp tongue, and an incredible amount of power." Heero's lips curved into a smile as his nose brushed Wufei's cheek just lightly, "But what I stand to gain when this is all over, is so very much more. More than even you could comprehend. You'll see, in time, what is really going on. For now, all you need to know is that you serve me. I might as well own you, now. I see the looks you give my Duo, the longing, with a pinch of pain. You love him." He whispered softly, then gave a soft kiss to Wufei's cheek, chuckling a little, "And you can have him, too, when all's said and done. He has his own feelings for you, though he's too desperately holding onto me to admit it to anyone, even himself."
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Wufei gave a soft gasp, eyes widening, and shifting onto Heero's. A mistake, he knew, but he could not stop the reaction, nor could he hide the astonishment and fear that rippled through him, "What happened to you, Heero?" He managed to get out as he stared into Heero's eyes, then after a moment of silence, he relaxed, eyes dimming slightly, and a little groan escaped him.
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"You'll forget that you ever looked into my eyes. You'll believe I simply went back up to bed, and you fell asleep in your chair. You will remember our conversation, and remember a strong feeling of submission accompanying it. You will consider yourself mine, and rightly so. Honorably so. You are ibound/i to me." Heero whispered, then brought his hand up, gently lowering Wufei's eyelids, "Sleep well, pet. Today will be rough." He smirked as Wufei slumped back in the chair, asleep already, and he left, back up to the bed he shared with his lover, laughing softly as he left.
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A/N: Yes, I /iknowi it was a short chapter, but I didn't need to make it any longer. ^-^ Besides, I have to go write the second chapter to Master Plan now. I don't want to disappoint anyone who likes my stories! (That's why constructive criticism is very welcome, but flames will be used to toast marshmallows. ^-^)
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A full month had passed since Heero'd returned home, and things seemed to be getting on just wonderfully. Quatre chirped on about how much better Heero was to Trowa as he tossed the salad they were going to have for lunch.
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Trowa frowned a little, "Yes, but what about Wufei? He's grown more distant than usual since Heero returned." The unibanged pilot offered softly, brow creasing in worry as he finally voiced the worry that had been gnawing at him for weeks now. He and Wufei almost always had communicated silently with posture and glances, but since Heero returned, he couldn't read the Shenlong pilot at all, and it worried him deeply. Not much could shake Chang Wufei up bad enough to make him clam up.
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Quatre blinked a few times, "Why? Something wrong with him? He seems like he's been a bit grumpy lately, but not so much so to worry. Has he stopped talking to you?" He asked quite casually, for once oblivious to someone's feelings.
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Trowa nodded softly, "We used to speak silently, but he's not sent a single signal since Heero came back. I think something happened between them, but I don't dare ask what."
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Quatre frowned deeply, "Hmm, that is odd. I'll talk to him a little later, see if I can't get him to drop a hint or two." He replied, shrugging, and going about adding croutons, cheese, and dressing to the salad.
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It was about then that Wufei was in his garden again, practicing martial arts, nearly directly over the spot Heero and Duo'd 'made love' the night of the Wing pilot's return. His form was smooth, control perfect, though his mind wandered despite how he tried to keep it focused. Because of this lack of awareness, he was easily knocked to the floor when Heero came up from behind and gave him a shove.
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Heero pressed his foot into the small of Wufei's back, leaning down to speak to the other pilot, "You know what I think, Wufei? I think you're scared of me. You've been avoiding me an awful lot, and I don't like that." Heero chuckled softly, hand moving down to remove Wufei's hair band, running his hand through the other pilot's hair, "I think it's about time I teach you what real fear is. Maybe then you'll show your true colors, coward." He stepped back, eyeing Wufei coldly.
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The Chinese pilot growled softly at Heero's words, slowly getting up, "I have nothing to fear from you, Yuy. You're the coward, beating your own lover. I bet you don't even love him. You're just using him, aren't you?" He demanded with a disapproving scowl.
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Heero laughed, the sound sending shivers down Wufei's spine, "You're clever, for a Preventer, but you're still not quite right. This wasn't even my idea, I'm just the... Hired man, as it were, to perform a task." He smirked darkly, "But it's time for me to have a little fun with you." He darted forward, a fist aimed for Wufei's solar plexus.
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Wufei dodged easily to the side, his eyes narrowing as he shifted to circle Heero, keeping on the defensive, "You think I'm so easy to hit, Yuy? I've had far more training than Duo, and unlike him, I have no emotional attachment to you. I'll fight back, because I know I don't deserve your shit."
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Heero grinned as he rounded on Wufei, watching him, keeping the other pilot in his sights, "That so?" He asked with a malicious grin, "What if, because I won't get my steam off here, I go up, and use Duo instead?" He laughed softly, "I will, you know, and I'll be harder on him than I am on you. I've got a taste for his cowering."
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Wufei froze at that, setting his jaw, and hissing his words out softly, "You wouldn't dare, barbarian." He snapped out, jerking forward, landing a heavy blow to Heero's arm, sure to leave a bruise.
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Heero nearly winced at the hit, then smirked, "I'll break an arm for that. Yours or Duo's. You get to pick." He replied, then held his arms out, "Go ahead, Wufei, hit me again. Give Duo more pain." He grinned outright, knowing he had Wufei under his power now. Ah, power. It was so pleasantly addictive.
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Wufei growled, holding his arm out to Heero, "You're a bastard, but I won't let you hurt him like that." He replied softly, eyes smoldering with hatred, though he'd swallow his pride for Duo. He'd never admit it, but he had developed an immense crush on Duo in Heero's absence. After the pity had faded, admiration grew, and love was beginning to blossom in his heart for the Deathscythe pilot.
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Heero smirked, reaching out, and snapping Wufei's arm above the elbow, then gave him a nasty punch in the gut, "You're smart enough to think of a reasonable excuse for the broken arm. Remember, your silence buys Duo's safety, coward." He laughed softly, "You're mine now."
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Wufei grimaced, letting out a grunt instead of a yell when his arm was broken, the punch having effectively winded him. He panted softly, glaring at Heero, holding his broken arm gingerly, and glaring at the other pilot, "Not for ever." He replied quietly as Heero walked away.
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"No, not for ever, but for a long time yet." Heero muttered to himself as he headed up to the room he shared with Duo.
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Wufei slowly sat down, grimacing heavily in pain, while trying to concoct a plausible story for how his arm had broken. A fall down the steps, he decided, would cover it this time, though if it happened again, he'd need to find a better excuse. He waited a bit, then stood, quietly moving to the top of the stairwell that led to his room, and took a deep breath. He faked a slip, tumbled down the stairs, and let out a yell of pain as his arm hit the ground when he landed, twisted awkwardly. He moaned softly in pain as Quatre came rushing around the corner.
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"Wufei! What happened? Oh, your arm looks broken, don't move it, I'll get the splint kit, then we'll take you straight to the hospital. Did you hit your head any?" The Arab asked in a rush, even as the other three pilots hurried over.
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Wufei nodded softly, "I fell. I'll be okay, didn't hit my head any, but I landed hard on my arm." He grimaced, keeping his eyes on the floor, and feigning bruised dignity. He most certainly would not meet Duo or Heero's eyes right then, because that would give far too much away.
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Quatre left, coming back a moment later with the splint kit, deftly stabilizing Wufei's arm, then gingerly helping the Chinese man up, "You sure you're okay? Didn't get hurt anywhere else?" He asked softly, giving a little frown. It was unusual for Wufei to be so sullen over an injury.
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"I'm fine, Quatre. Just some bumps and bruises, other than the arm." He replied, straightening, and slowly walking to the jeep, careful not to jar his arm.
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"I'll come with." Duo offered with a frown, "It's kinda scary, getting your arm set, and I don't want you convincing Q-man that you can handle it on your own." He stomped his foot down, then quickly followed Wufei, Quatre shaking his head and following after the two. Luckily, they never questioned his hair being down, and he never had to come up with a reason for that. He knew they'd never buy any story he'd concoct for it.
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"Those two." Trowa muttered softly, giving a little chuckle. Heero just smiled, turning and walking off, presumably to do whatever it was he did, while on his laptop.
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A few hours later, the three returned home, Wufei with a cumbersome cast over his arm, and a scowl that would be set into his features until the bone mended. Duo sighed anxiously, and wandered up to bed, Quatre getting Wufei a bit of tea before doing the same, leaving the Chinese man to sit up and brood for the night.
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Early the next morning, Wufei was still up when Heero crept down around four AM. The Chinese pilot sighed weakly, staring at the book in his lap, even as Heero came up behind him, and took out Wufei's ponytail again, "Did Duo put that up for you?" He asked with surprising softness.
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Wufei nodded softly, "He did. I suppose now you'll tell me to keep away from him?" He asked bitterly, closing his book with his good hand.
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"No, actually. That would be suspicious. I want you to act like yourself again, or you may have to have another accident." He smirked, "Or maybe you'll just say you're terribly depressed. The stories are up to you."
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Wufei scowled darkly, putting his book on the end table, "Why are you doing this, Heero? What do you stand to gain from whoever's having you do this?" He demanded softly, keeping his eyes straight ahead, even as Heero put a hand under his chin, and tipped his head up.
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"I have so very much to gain. Free sex, a lover that fawns over me, a little punching bag with a sharp tongue, and an incredible amount of power." Heero's lips curved into a smile as his nose brushed Wufei's cheek just lightly, "But what I stand to gain when this is all over, is so very much more. More than even you could comprehend. You'll see, in time, what is really going on. For now, all you need to know is that you serve me. I might as well own you, now. I see the looks you give my Duo, the longing, with a pinch of pain. You love him." He whispered softly, then gave a soft kiss to Wufei's cheek, chuckling a little, "And you can have him, too, when all's said and done. He has his own feelings for you, though he's too desperately holding onto me to admit it to anyone, even himself."
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Wufei gave a soft gasp, eyes widening, and shifting onto Heero's. A mistake, he knew, but he could not stop the reaction, nor could he hide the astonishment and fear that rippled through him, "What happened to you, Heero?" He managed to get out as he stared into Heero's eyes, then after a moment of silence, he relaxed, eyes dimming slightly, and a little groan escaped him.
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"You'll forget that you ever looked into my eyes. You'll believe I simply went back up to bed, and you fell asleep in your chair. You will remember our conversation, and remember a strong feeling of submission accompanying it. You will consider yourself mine, and rightly so. Honorably so. You are ibound/i to me." Heero whispered, then brought his hand up, gently lowering Wufei's eyelids, "Sleep well, pet. Today will be rough." He smirked as Wufei slumped back in the chair, asleep already, and he left, back up to the bed he shared with his lover, laughing softly as he left.
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A/N: Yes, I /iknowi it was a short chapter, but I didn't need to make it any longer. ^-^ Besides, I have to go write the second chapter to Master Plan now. I don't want to disappoint anyone who likes my stories! (That's why constructive criticism is very welcome, but flames will be used to toast marshmallows. ^-^)
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