*DVG's voice recording plays as she hides...somewhere* 'Gomen ne minna-san!
I know I promised to get this out sooner, and I swear I tried as hard as I
could, but Real Life is bent and determined on keeping me from having a
normal updating schedule. *sweatdrop* So please enjoy this chapter while I
try to get the last chapter out ASAP.'
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Like stepping out of a sauna, Wufei shivered as cooler air hit him when he returned to the living room, the slight dampness from shower steam coating his clothes and skin turning to cold frost.
"Something smells...pretty," Quatre commented, prompting the Chinese Preventer to turn pink.
"That would Duo making my belongings reek of lavender vanilla," he grumbled, pulling at his dark blue tank top. "Because he knows that I would never hear the end of it from Sally and the others if I went back to work smelling -pretty-."
"Oh no, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Heero smirked.
"You know, I think I liked you better when you didn't talk so much, Yuy."
"You break my heart Wufei."
"Haha, very funny."
"Really. I thought you had a thing for other Gundam pilots."
"Certainly not for you!" Wufei retorted, then promptly clamped a hand over his mouth, horrified at what he just inadvertently admitted. Heero had a very smug look on his face...well as smug as it gets for the former Perfect Soldier at any rate. Trowa was openly snickering while Quatre appeared torn between reprimanding his lover and Heero or joining in the laughter.
As if on cue, Duo's head popped out from the bedroom. "Hey...uh, 'Fei...can you come help me for a minute?" he asked, glancing over at Trowa oddly when he buried his face in Quatre's shoulder, shaking in muffled laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Wufei answered hastily, "Heero and I were just arguing." All but running into his bedroom, he heard Heero telling the ex- HeavyArms pilot that he needed to breathe as he closed the door. Wufei sighed and turned around, only to be frozen to the spot.
Duo stood in front of him in naught but a towel tied to his waist, his wet hair still unbraided and hanging down to his thighs. His expression was apprehensive as he wrung his hairbrush handle nervously in his hands. Wufei instantly recognized the fidgety gesture and was at his side in a second.
"What's wrong Duo?"
"I- uh, well, it's stupid and embarrassing really...it's just..." he held up the brush. "Can you help me? I tried, but my arms got tired and I couldn't finish..." His face went red as he looked down at the carpet.
Wufei gently put his hands over Duo's. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you were sick for a long while, it's to be expected. But you'll be better again in no time, especially with all of us here to make sure," he smiled as Duo brought his head back up.
"You're a real life saver, ya know that, Wu? You always seem to know the right things to say to make me feel better." "It's just luck," Wufei replied as they sat on the bed. His hands automatically went to the thick chestnut mane before him and began working out knots with the utmost care, as if they had done it for years in ritual.
"How so?" Duo shivered when the Asian's attentive fingers brushed a sensitive spot on his skin.
"You said yourself that I'm normally uptight, and I get called a bastard at least twenty times a day by Sally and Noin...of course, that's usually when I refuse to make them coffee when they don't feel like doing it themselves or call them insufferable women."
"Yes, but I was only kidding when I said that. And Sally and Noin probably are 'insufferable women', so they have no room to talk," he snorted. "I, for one, honestly think that- oh God, that feels good..."
Wufei blinked as Duo purred, practically melting into his touch when he ran his fingertips along the nape of his neck to gather his hair and begin braiding. "What? This?" He did it again with his free hand and got more shivers in response. "Duo?"
"Damn, I think I need to take another shower. A very cold, cold shower."
"But you just took one, what would you need another one for?" Wufei leaned forward just as Duo turned his head to look at him disbelievingly. The light flickering in his amethyst depths made it suddenly very hard to breathe properly and the next thing he knew was that his hands were moving from Duo's silky hair to his flushed face with a will of their own, pulling them even closer together.
Eyes closing, their lips met in the most chaste of kisses and in it was poured all the feelings that had been building up since the day Wufei had entered the institution.
For a fleeting second, fear threatened to take over.
What if he was making another huge mistake?
What if he just stepped over the line?
What if he didn't feel the same way after all?
But all fear was forgotten as Duo's arms snaked around his shoulders and their kiss went from innocent to intense in an instant. Then his legs wrapped around Wufei's waist, his weight pushing the Asian down onto his back and pinning him to the bed.
Wufei felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest. It took every shred of willpower he had to break their embrace long enough to speak. "D- Duo, are you sure about this? I- I don't want to hurt you-"
The fire burning in Duo's purple eyes sent chills down his spine and right into his lower regions as he smiled. "Don't worry so much about me, 'Fei..." his lowered his head and started nipping at sensitive spots on his throat. "...you should be more worried about what I'm about to do to you."
"I- If- oh gods-"
Wufei gave up trying to argue and let Duo take over.
***
"How long does it take to brush hair and braid it?" Heero and Quatre looked at Trowa as he stared at the closed door to Wufei's room.
"What? I'm just curious, it's been almost half an hour already," Trowa pointed out calmly, eliciting an eyebrow raise from the former Wing pilot.
Quatre suddenly turned a dark crimson and cleared his throat delicately. "Uh...I don't think we need to investigate into the matter."
"Really?" Heero's other eyebrow rose.
"Yes, yes I'm quite positive, in fact I think we should avoid their room for a good few hours and wait for them to come out on their own."
Trowa took one glance at his blonde lover and his cool demeanor split once again into helpless laughter. Heero caught on immediately.
"Well, it's about damn time."
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*voice recorder* 'Please don't kill meh! I hope you enjoyed! Now I'm off to go work on the last chapter...and pray to the gods that it doesn't take so long to update next time.
I thank everyone who reviewed, I would reply to each and every one of the beautiful reviews you guys left me, but that takes up time, and I'm being threatened to update now or be killed...so I"m opting to keep my life! I'll leave nice long replies to reviews on the end of the next chapter!
Review if you don't hate me too much...*sweatdrop*'
***
Like stepping out of a sauna, Wufei shivered as cooler air hit him when he returned to the living room, the slight dampness from shower steam coating his clothes and skin turning to cold frost.
"Something smells...pretty," Quatre commented, prompting the Chinese Preventer to turn pink.
"That would Duo making my belongings reek of lavender vanilla," he grumbled, pulling at his dark blue tank top. "Because he knows that I would never hear the end of it from Sally and the others if I went back to work smelling -pretty-."
"Oh no, we wouldn't want that, now would we?" Heero smirked.
"You know, I think I liked you better when you didn't talk so much, Yuy."
"You break my heart Wufei."
"Haha, very funny."
"Really. I thought you had a thing for other Gundam pilots."
"Certainly not for you!" Wufei retorted, then promptly clamped a hand over his mouth, horrified at what he just inadvertently admitted. Heero had a very smug look on his face...well as smug as it gets for the former Perfect Soldier at any rate. Trowa was openly snickering while Quatre appeared torn between reprimanding his lover and Heero or joining in the laughter.
As if on cue, Duo's head popped out from the bedroom. "Hey...uh, 'Fei...can you come help me for a minute?" he asked, glancing over at Trowa oddly when he buried his face in Quatre's shoulder, shaking in muffled laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Wufei answered hastily, "Heero and I were just arguing." All but running into his bedroom, he heard Heero telling the ex- HeavyArms pilot that he needed to breathe as he closed the door. Wufei sighed and turned around, only to be frozen to the spot.
Duo stood in front of him in naught but a towel tied to his waist, his wet hair still unbraided and hanging down to his thighs. His expression was apprehensive as he wrung his hairbrush handle nervously in his hands. Wufei instantly recognized the fidgety gesture and was at his side in a second.
"What's wrong Duo?"
"I- uh, well, it's stupid and embarrassing really...it's just..." he held up the brush. "Can you help me? I tried, but my arms got tired and I couldn't finish..." His face went red as he looked down at the carpet.
Wufei gently put his hands over Duo's. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, you were sick for a long while, it's to be expected. But you'll be better again in no time, especially with all of us here to make sure," he smiled as Duo brought his head back up.
"You're a real life saver, ya know that, Wu? You always seem to know the right things to say to make me feel better." "It's just luck," Wufei replied as they sat on the bed. His hands automatically went to the thick chestnut mane before him and began working out knots with the utmost care, as if they had done it for years in ritual.
"How so?" Duo shivered when the Asian's attentive fingers brushed a sensitive spot on his skin.
"You said yourself that I'm normally uptight, and I get called a bastard at least twenty times a day by Sally and Noin...of course, that's usually when I refuse to make them coffee when they don't feel like doing it themselves or call them insufferable women."
"Yes, but I was only kidding when I said that. And Sally and Noin probably are 'insufferable women', so they have no room to talk," he snorted. "I, for one, honestly think that- oh God, that feels good..."
Wufei blinked as Duo purred, practically melting into his touch when he ran his fingertips along the nape of his neck to gather his hair and begin braiding. "What? This?" He did it again with his free hand and got more shivers in response. "Duo?"
"Damn, I think I need to take another shower. A very cold, cold shower."
"But you just took one, what would you need another one for?" Wufei leaned forward just as Duo turned his head to look at him disbelievingly. The light flickering in his amethyst depths made it suddenly very hard to breathe properly and the next thing he knew was that his hands were moving from Duo's silky hair to his flushed face with a will of their own, pulling them even closer together.
Eyes closing, their lips met in the most chaste of kisses and in it was poured all the feelings that had been building up since the day Wufei had entered the institution.
For a fleeting second, fear threatened to take over.
What if he was making another huge mistake?
What if he just stepped over the line?
What if he didn't feel the same way after all?
But all fear was forgotten as Duo's arms snaked around his shoulders and their kiss went from innocent to intense in an instant. Then his legs wrapped around Wufei's waist, his weight pushing the Asian down onto his back and pinning him to the bed.
Wufei felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest. It took every shred of willpower he had to break their embrace long enough to speak. "D- Duo, are you sure about this? I- I don't want to hurt you-"
The fire burning in Duo's purple eyes sent chills down his spine and right into his lower regions as he smiled. "Don't worry so much about me, 'Fei..." his lowered his head and started nipping at sensitive spots on his throat. "...you should be more worried about what I'm about to do to you."
"I- If- oh gods-"
Wufei gave up trying to argue and let Duo take over.
***
"How long does it take to brush hair and braid it?" Heero and Quatre looked at Trowa as he stared at the closed door to Wufei's room.
"What? I'm just curious, it's been almost half an hour already," Trowa pointed out calmly, eliciting an eyebrow raise from the former Wing pilot.
Quatre suddenly turned a dark crimson and cleared his throat delicately. "Uh...I don't think we need to investigate into the matter."
"Really?" Heero's other eyebrow rose.
"Yes, yes I'm quite positive, in fact I think we should avoid their room for a good few hours and wait for them to come out on their own."
Trowa took one glance at his blonde lover and his cool demeanor split once again into helpless laughter. Heero caught on immediately.
"Well, it's about damn time."
***
*voice recorder* 'Please don't kill meh! I hope you enjoyed! Now I'm off to go work on the last chapter...and pray to the gods that it doesn't take so long to update next time.
I thank everyone who reviewed, I would reply to each and every one of the beautiful reviews you guys left me, but that takes up time, and I'm being threatened to update now or be killed...so I"m opting to keep my life! I'll leave nice long replies to reviews on the end of the next chapter!
Review if you don't hate me too much...*sweatdrop*'