Title: The Broken Flowerpot Part 2
Rating: R
Pairings: 2x5x2, 12
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi, Lemon
Spoilers: Yeah, kinda, some of the very last episodes
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them...but I don't. So I borrow them, use them, and put them back on the shelf where I got them. And for those of you who wish to sue me in hopes to gain money, you will be sadly disappointed to find that I don't have any!
Author's Notes: "The Broken Flowerpot" is the first installment of a trilogy, of sorts. I will be breaking this down in several bite-size portions for easier reading!
Wufei grumbled as he crawled out of bed, stretching his arms over his head before continuing towards the bathroom. Duo picked up his boxers from the ground and put them on before cleaning up the rest of the clothing and putting them in the hamper. Then he went through Wufei's dresser and started pulling out some of the clothing he would need in Siberia. He heard the shower water go on, and Duo's shoulder slumped.
While Wufei showered, Duo packed his travel bag for him, except for his toothbrush because he hadn't used it yet that morning. After he was done doing that, he went to the kitchen and made a pot of good, strong coffee. He pulled out a couple of eggs, ham, green peppers, and onions and started to make Western-style omelets.
Soon after Duo started, he heard Wufei patter into the kitchen, dressed in uniform sans shoes and socks. He looked at the food first, nodding approvingly, then he eyed the coffee, and he was hopeless. Wufei had taught everything he had known about cooking to Duo, who had been a very apt pupil. But it was Duo who had taught Wufei to make coffee, and even now, after so long, Wufei still couldn't get it as good.
Wufei poured the coffee into two waiting mugs and let them cool while Duo finished the omelets. Then after Duo served them on two plates and set them on the table, they both sat down and began to enjoy their meal. The eggs were light and fluffy, and the ham, green peppers, and onions added extra flavor. The coffee was perfect, strong enough to give you a kick but not so strong that you needed an entire sugar bowl to off-set the bitterness.
They ate slowly, savoring the food and the time they had left together before Wufei was sent away. Duo knew it was for work, and if had a similar job like Wufei he was sure he would be on missions just like the Chinese man. But Duo worked in the mechanics department, and he was buried away in some hole in the ground to study certain mechanics, and find out how to either make them work or make them stop.
After they cleared their dishes, and made sure the kitchen was clean, they went into the family room and curled on the couch. Wufei still had another two hours before having to meet at Headquarters, and Duo had every intention to spend every minute with his love.
Sitting there, together, brought back memories to Wufei. Not unpleasant memories, but the memories of how he had fallen in love with the braided pilot next to him. He smiled when he remembered the look on Quatre's face when he had told the blonde Arabian about his love for Duo.
flashback
"What's wrong, Wufei?" Wufei was sitting at his desk in Preventers, his head in his hands. Quatre, in town for a business meeting, stood in his office doorway with a concerned look on his face. Wufei looked up, and he gave a tentative smile to his friend.
"Nothing really, Quatre. But thanks for asking." Quatre just raised an eyebrow.
"I have an uncanny ability to sense things, and I can tell that something is bothering you. You can tell me." Quatre walked into the office, closing the door behind him and locking it. He sat down in one of the plush chairs across from his desk, and waited patiently for Wufei to talk. It took a few moments for Wufei to realize his friend wasn't going anywhere until he said anything, and Wufei sighed in resignation.
"It's been two years since the war, and everyone seems to be moving on very well." It was true. Quatre and Trowa had become engaged, and himself, Duo and Heero had all become invaluable to Preventers. Wufei sighed quietly. Quatre made a face that told Wufei he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You are lonely." Wufei looked up, a little shocked that Quatre had guessed it so soon, but then again he should have realized it since Quatre was a natural empath. Wufei nodded.
"I was thinking about, well..." Wufei paused, his voice going low, "Duo, maybe?" Wufei thought Quatre hadn't heard him, the look on the Arabian's face was priceless. Then Quatre's face broke out in a grin and his eyes sparkled with a mischief Wufei was hesitant to ask about.
"Oh Allah! This is excellent! I'll have to tell Du..." Wufei put his hand over Quatre's mouth, shaking his head.
"I'll talk to him, eventually. Just...Don't say anything, yet." Wufei removed his hand, and Quatre's face was still in that grin. Quatre raised an eyebrow, and stood up.
"I'll leave you alone to prepare yourself, then." He walked to the door, and opened it up. He turned around before walking out, though, his eyes glittering with that mischief again. "By the way, Wufei, I will be throwing a bash for us five in a couple of weeks. I'd like it if you joined us." Wufei nodded.
"Just e-mail me with the details and I'll make sure I get off work." Quatre nodded, and left the office. All the while, Wufei was wondering, what had he just agreed to do?
End Flashback
"I'm going to throw a party while you're gone. I'm going to make sure all the best looking gay men around attend, and I'm going to throw myself at them..." Duo was saying, trying to get his love out of whatever world he was in.
"That's fine, Duo, just make sure you..." The words finally sunk in, "WHAT?!" Wufei looked at Duo in disbelief, and Duo just burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding, Fei." Duo chuckled. "I would never throw a party when you are not there. It wouldn't be as much fun." Duo said, touching his nose to Wufei's and pressing their foreheads together. "You know, because you are Mr. Socialite, and all." At that, they both chuckled, and Wufei pressed his lips against Duo's.
"I'll only be gone five days. After that, I'm all yours." Duo smiled, and kissed Wufei again.
"I plan on keeping you in the bedroom for a week." Wufei made a humming sound as he thought about that notion.
"That sounds absolutely perfect to me." Wufei glanced over Duo's shoulder, and his face fell. Duo noticed, and also glanced at the clock. Duo grumbled, and shifted out of Wufei's arms.
"It's time for you to go, Wufei." He stood up, and held his hands out for Wufei, who took them and pulled himself up.
"That it is." Wufei looked around for his shoes, then slipped them on and stuffed the pair of socks he had set over them in his pocket. Duo chuckled, and grabbed Wufei around the waist and planted a kiss on the Chinese man's lips.
"Come back to me worn out and tired so I can pamper you, okay?" Duo grinned, and Wufei playfully smacked Duo's shoulder.
"You will let me do something around the house when I get back, right?" Duo shook his head, his grin growing bigger.
"Of course not. Remember, I'm locking you in the bedroom for a week so I can make love to you whenever I want. So you won't have time to do anything around the house." They walked together in a humored silence to the front door.
"I love you, Duo."
"I love you, too, Wufei." They kissed one more time, their tongues battling one another for several moments, before they finally came up for air. "Don't fall in love with any hot soldier down there, 'kay?"
"And don't you fall in love with any gorgeous mechanics while I'm gone, either, okay?" They smiled at each other and Wufei grabbed his travel bag. "Goodbye Duo. Love you."
"Love you, too." Wufei left the apartment, and Duo felt very alone. He clasped his arms around himself and went back into the family room. He curled on the couch, and he breathed deeply the smell that was uniquely Wufei.
He wasn't aware of dozing off until he heard the doorbell ring, and it was a few moments before even that registered in his mind. He yawned, and padded towards the doorway, his head still drooping from Wufei's departure. But, after he opened the door, he blinked a couple of times to make sure the image was true and he wasn't just seeing things.
"Hey Duo. Did I come at a bad time?" Duo frowned, and the Japanese man standing at the door just looked at him.
"Um, no, not really. . ." Duo's mouth was hanging open, and Heero raised an eyebrow. Then Duo closed his mouth with a snap and moved aside. "Come on in, Heero." Heero gave Duo a half-smile as he walked past the braided man.
"How are you doing?" Heero asked, removing his shoes and placing them next to the door. Duo, still in shock at seeing the former Gundam pilot, just tilted his head and shrugged.
"Wufei is on a mission for a couple of days, so I'm kinda lonely." Duo grinned, but it was half-hearted. Heero just nodded.
"I'm in town for a couple of months. . .Something of Relena's doing, I'm sure." Heero shrugged, and they walked into the family room. Duo was quick to sit in the seat he had been earlier, and Heero just looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.
They sat quietly for a few moments, Duo turning on the television and flipping through the channels. But, like always, there was nothing on and Duo ended up turning off the TV and focusing on his guest.
"What brings you here, Heero? Besides the mission, I mean?" Heero raised an eyebrow, expressing Heero's need for Duo to elaborate.
"I live for the mission, Duo, you know that. Relena is very important to the peace of the Unified Nations." Duo just shrugged, looking away.
"Geez, you two should get married, or something. You're always with her." Heero shook his head, bringing Duo's attention back to him.
"She is my employer, Duo, not my lover. I have only loved one person in my life, and I don't think that will ever change." Heero looked at Duo, who had just turned a bright shade of red and was actively starting to move away from the Japanese man. "Duo. . . I. ."
"No, Heero. Don't say it." Duo held up a hand, and he stood up from the couch. "That was a long time ago, and people have moved on, I have moved on. I am with Wufei, now, and we love each other." Heero's face fell, and he looked at the ground.
"I know, but it was worth a shot." Heero glanced up then, and Duo was shocked to see a full-out grin on Heero's face. "Can't blame a man for trying, right?" Duo chuckled, and slowly sat back down on the couch, putting a large amount of space between their bodies.
"No, I guess not." They both were quiet for a moment before Duo spoke up. "Hey, Heero, are you hungry? I know of this restaurant down the street that is pretty casual, and I don't feel like cooking right now. You wanna come?"
"You mean like on a date?" The hopeful note in Heero's voice was irritating, but Duo just figured it was meant as a joke.
"Nah, sorry, buddy. But it would be like old friends just hanging out, how's that?" Heero seemed to ponder that for a moment before smiling again and nodding.
"Sounds good. Let's go." They got up from the couch in unison, and Duo walked towards the front door. "Oh, wait a minute, Duo. Can I use your restroom?" Duo nodded, and waited patiently as Heero walked into the small hallway bathroom and locked the door.
Once inside, Heero took a deep breath. The first act had started, and all of the pieces were in place. Heero smirked at the reflection he made in the mirror. He had practiced the ease in which he walked, talked, and smiled. He needed Duo to trust him, to feel for him in the way only a deep friend or a lover would. All of the carefully laid plans now rested on his acting and which way Duo would turn, and Heero was looking particularly optimistic about his choices.
Rating: R
Pairings: 2x5x2, 12
Warnings: Angst, Yaoi, Lemon
Spoilers: Yeah, kinda, some of the very last episodes
Disclaimers: I wish I owned them...but I don't. So I borrow them, use them, and put them back on the shelf where I got them. And for those of you who wish to sue me in hopes to gain money, you will be sadly disappointed to find that I don't have any!
Author's Notes: "The Broken Flowerpot" is the first installment of a trilogy, of sorts. I will be breaking this down in several bite-size portions for easier reading!
Wufei grumbled as he crawled out of bed, stretching his arms over his head before continuing towards the bathroom. Duo picked up his boxers from the ground and put them on before cleaning up the rest of the clothing and putting them in the hamper. Then he went through Wufei's dresser and started pulling out some of the clothing he would need in Siberia. He heard the shower water go on, and Duo's shoulder slumped.
While Wufei showered, Duo packed his travel bag for him, except for his toothbrush because he hadn't used it yet that morning. After he was done doing that, he went to the kitchen and made a pot of good, strong coffee. He pulled out a couple of eggs, ham, green peppers, and onions and started to make Western-style omelets.
Soon after Duo started, he heard Wufei patter into the kitchen, dressed in uniform sans shoes and socks. He looked at the food first, nodding approvingly, then he eyed the coffee, and he was hopeless. Wufei had taught everything he had known about cooking to Duo, who had been a very apt pupil. But it was Duo who had taught Wufei to make coffee, and even now, after so long, Wufei still couldn't get it as good.
Wufei poured the coffee into two waiting mugs and let them cool while Duo finished the omelets. Then after Duo served them on two plates and set them on the table, they both sat down and began to enjoy their meal. The eggs were light and fluffy, and the ham, green peppers, and onions added extra flavor. The coffee was perfect, strong enough to give you a kick but not so strong that you needed an entire sugar bowl to off-set the bitterness.
They ate slowly, savoring the food and the time they had left together before Wufei was sent away. Duo knew it was for work, and if had a similar job like Wufei he was sure he would be on missions just like the Chinese man. But Duo worked in the mechanics department, and he was buried away in some hole in the ground to study certain mechanics, and find out how to either make them work or make them stop.
After they cleared their dishes, and made sure the kitchen was clean, they went into the family room and curled on the couch. Wufei still had another two hours before having to meet at Headquarters, and Duo had every intention to spend every minute with his love.
Sitting there, together, brought back memories to Wufei. Not unpleasant memories, but the memories of how he had fallen in love with the braided pilot next to him. He smiled when he remembered the look on Quatre's face when he had told the blonde Arabian about his love for Duo.
flashback
"What's wrong, Wufei?" Wufei was sitting at his desk in Preventers, his head in his hands. Quatre, in town for a business meeting, stood in his office doorway with a concerned look on his face. Wufei looked up, and he gave a tentative smile to his friend.
"Nothing really, Quatre. But thanks for asking." Quatre just raised an eyebrow.
"I have an uncanny ability to sense things, and I can tell that something is bothering you. You can tell me." Quatre walked into the office, closing the door behind him and locking it. He sat down in one of the plush chairs across from his desk, and waited patiently for Wufei to talk. It took a few moments for Wufei to realize his friend wasn't going anywhere until he said anything, and Wufei sighed in resignation.
"It's been two years since the war, and everyone seems to be moving on very well." It was true. Quatre and Trowa had become engaged, and himself, Duo and Heero had all become invaluable to Preventers. Wufei sighed quietly. Quatre made a face that told Wufei he knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You are lonely." Wufei looked up, a little shocked that Quatre had guessed it so soon, but then again he should have realized it since Quatre was a natural empath. Wufei nodded.
"I was thinking about, well..." Wufei paused, his voice going low, "Duo, maybe?" Wufei thought Quatre hadn't heard him, the look on the Arabian's face was priceless. Then Quatre's face broke out in a grin and his eyes sparkled with a mischief Wufei was hesitant to ask about.
"Oh Allah! This is excellent! I'll have to tell Du..." Wufei put his hand over Quatre's mouth, shaking his head.
"I'll talk to him, eventually. Just...Don't say anything, yet." Wufei removed his hand, and Quatre's face was still in that grin. Quatre raised an eyebrow, and stood up.
"I'll leave you alone to prepare yourself, then." He walked to the door, and opened it up. He turned around before walking out, though, his eyes glittering with that mischief again. "By the way, Wufei, I will be throwing a bash for us five in a couple of weeks. I'd like it if you joined us." Wufei nodded.
"Just e-mail me with the details and I'll make sure I get off work." Quatre nodded, and left the office. All the while, Wufei was wondering, what had he just agreed to do?
End Flashback
"I'm going to throw a party while you're gone. I'm going to make sure all the best looking gay men around attend, and I'm going to throw myself at them..." Duo was saying, trying to get his love out of whatever world he was in.
"That's fine, Duo, just make sure you..." The words finally sunk in, "WHAT?!" Wufei looked at Duo in disbelief, and Duo just burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding, Fei." Duo chuckled. "I would never throw a party when you are not there. It wouldn't be as much fun." Duo said, touching his nose to Wufei's and pressing their foreheads together. "You know, because you are Mr. Socialite, and all." At that, they both chuckled, and Wufei pressed his lips against Duo's.
"I'll only be gone five days. After that, I'm all yours." Duo smiled, and kissed Wufei again.
"I plan on keeping you in the bedroom for a week." Wufei made a humming sound as he thought about that notion.
"That sounds absolutely perfect to me." Wufei glanced over Duo's shoulder, and his face fell. Duo noticed, and also glanced at the clock. Duo grumbled, and shifted out of Wufei's arms.
"It's time for you to go, Wufei." He stood up, and held his hands out for Wufei, who took them and pulled himself up.
"That it is." Wufei looked around for his shoes, then slipped them on and stuffed the pair of socks he had set over them in his pocket. Duo chuckled, and grabbed Wufei around the waist and planted a kiss on the Chinese man's lips.
"Come back to me worn out and tired so I can pamper you, okay?" Duo grinned, and Wufei playfully smacked Duo's shoulder.
"You will let me do something around the house when I get back, right?" Duo shook his head, his grin growing bigger.
"Of course not. Remember, I'm locking you in the bedroom for a week so I can make love to you whenever I want. So you won't have time to do anything around the house." They walked together in a humored silence to the front door.
"I love you, Duo."
"I love you, too, Wufei." They kissed one more time, their tongues battling one another for several moments, before they finally came up for air. "Don't fall in love with any hot soldier down there, 'kay?"
"And don't you fall in love with any gorgeous mechanics while I'm gone, either, okay?" They smiled at each other and Wufei grabbed his travel bag. "Goodbye Duo. Love you."
"Love you, too." Wufei left the apartment, and Duo felt very alone. He clasped his arms around himself and went back into the family room. He curled on the couch, and he breathed deeply the smell that was uniquely Wufei.
He wasn't aware of dozing off until he heard the doorbell ring, and it was a few moments before even that registered in his mind. He yawned, and padded towards the doorway, his head still drooping from Wufei's departure. But, after he opened the door, he blinked a couple of times to make sure the image was true and he wasn't just seeing things.
"Hey Duo. Did I come at a bad time?" Duo frowned, and the Japanese man standing at the door just looked at him.
"Um, no, not really. . ." Duo's mouth was hanging open, and Heero raised an eyebrow. Then Duo closed his mouth with a snap and moved aside. "Come on in, Heero." Heero gave Duo a half-smile as he walked past the braided man.
"How are you doing?" Heero asked, removing his shoes and placing them next to the door. Duo, still in shock at seeing the former Gundam pilot, just tilted his head and shrugged.
"Wufei is on a mission for a couple of days, so I'm kinda lonely." Duo grinned, but it was half-hearted. Heero just nodded.
"I'm in town for a couple of months. . .Something of Relena's doing, I'm sure." Heero shrugged, and they walked into the family room. Duo was quick to sit in the seat he had been earlier, and Heero just looked at him with a strange expression in his eyes.
They sat quietly for a few moments, Duo turning on the television and flipping through the channels. But, like always, there was nothing on and Duo ended up turning off the TV and focusing on his guest.
"What brings you here, Heero? Besides the mission, I mean?" Heero raised an eyebrow, expressing Heero's need for Duo to elaborate.
"I live for the mission, Duo, you know that. Relena is very important to the peace of the Unified Nations." Duo just shrugged, looking away.
"Geez, you two should get married, or something. You're always with her." Heero shook his head, bringing Duo's attention back to him.
"She is my employer, Duo, not my lover. I have only loved one person in my life, and I don't think that will ever change." Heero looked at Duo, who had just turned a bright shade of red and was actively starting to move away from the Japanese man. "Duo. . . I. ."
"No, Heero. Don't say it." Duo held up a hand, and he stood up from the couch. "That was a long time ago, and people have moved on, I have moved on. I am with Wufei, now, and we love each other." Heero's face fell, and he looked at the ground.
"I know, but it was worth a shot." Heero glanced up then, and Duo was shocked to see a full-out grin on Heero's face. "Can't blame a man for trying, right?" Duo chuckled, and slowly sat back down on the couch, putting a large amount of space between their bodies.
"No, I guess not." They both were quiet for a moment before Duo spoke up. "Hey, Heero, are you hungry? I know of this restaurant down the street that is pretty casual, and I don't feel like cooking right now. You wanna come?"
"You mean like on a date?" The hopeful note in Heero's voice was irritating, but Duo just figured it was meant as a joke.
"Nah, sorry, buddy. But it would be like old friends just hanging out, how's that?" Heero seemed to ponder that for a moment before smiling again and nodding.
"Sounds good. Let's go." They got up from the couch in unison, and Duo walked towards the front door. "Oh, wait a minute, Duo. Can I use your restroom?" Duo nodded, and waited patiently as Heero walked into the small hallway bathroom and locked the door.
Once inside, Heero took a deep breath. The first act had started, and all of the pieces were in place. Heero smirked at the reflection he made in the mirror. He had practiced the ease in which he walked, talked, and smiled. He needed Duo to trust him, to feel for him in the way only a deep friend or a lover would. All of the carefully laid plans now rested on his acting and which way Duo would turn, and Heero was looking particularly optimistic about his choices.