Title: Gundam Diaries Part 19/? ~ Duo
Author: Makoto Sagara
Pairings: 5x2, 3x4, 1+2, R+1 (one-sided)
Rating: R
Category: Romance, Angst, Other…
Warnings: Shonen ai, Yaoi, Lemon, language, OOC, angst, violence
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters, which are owned by Sunrise, Sotsu Agency, Bandai, and some more Japanese companies. I don't own the lyrics to Crash Into Me or Let You Down, which are property of Dave Matthews Band. I am only using them for entertainment purposes. I promise to return them the same way I found them, only a little better for it. I make *no* money for this piece of fanfiction.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I was suffering from a *very* severe case of writer's block. I hope that this chapter makes up for that, if not, blame the muse. When the writer's block *was* over, she made me write A Child's Love Part 3 and 4. I have been trying to give some thought as to what I want to happen in this chapter, and it *has* taken a while. BTW, DMB stands for Dave Matthews Band, for anyone who doesn't know. ^^;; Also, I have been bad. I can't keep away from ff.net…. So here it is!
Dedication: To Alegra de la Torre, for all your wonderful comments, and lovely long emails that made me see that I *do* something right sometimes, and for keeping GD in my forebrain. *hugglz* Many, many thanks to you, Alegra.
Symbol: *blah* emphasized thought
+blah+ Lyrics to Crash Into Me
~blah~ Lyrics to Let You Down
*~*~* Major change of scene
*~~~* Minor change of scene
April 14th, AC 195…22:03:12
Waking up next to Wufei is *much* better than waking up to Wufei. Of course, either way is good for me. I mean, who in their right mind would deny themselves the simple pleasure of watching his beautiful face soft and relaxed, smiling at them, and eyes shining mischievously? Crazy if they can deny it.
I knew Heero was watching me the other night as I typed on my laptop. I could feel his eyes. I mean, I have spent the last four or so months to train myself on that stare. I shut down my laptop as the last DMB song stopped, taking the CD out of the drive, and putting in into my pants pocket. I did this quickly, as I knew what was awaiting me once I walked through Fei-bebi's door.
I happily bounced out my room, shutting the door behind me, and made my way to the room next to my own. When I saw my love there, I launched myself at him, kissing him for all that *I* was worth. It was one of those loud "I love you and I have missed you every second we have been apart, and I don't want to be away from you again," type kisses. He seemed surprised that I had thrown myself bodily at him, but he quickly responded back with equal passion, and kicked the door shut with his foot, never breaking the kiss.
With the door shut, I broke for air. "Hmmm, Fei, that was wonderful."
"Ah, yes, that was quite wonderful," he said, slightly breathless.
I smiled at him, and snuck a hand into my pocket with the CD. "I have a present for you." I moved towards his laptop. "Did you ever get that other present I gave you?"
He blushed. I mean it was a full-blown blush, where his face, neck and even his ears were red. "Yes," he whispered.
"Did you listen to it?" I popped the disk drive to the laptop on his desk, and was surprised to see the Under the Table and Dreaming CD staring back at me. "I'll take that as a yes." I saw him give me a small nod. I switched CDs, putting his in the case I had placed on the desk. "Well, if you liked that one, you will *love* this one. This is my favorite CD by Dave Matthews Band. Actually, it was the first one I ever saw and bought."
"You are probably right." He was still blushing, though it had turned to a light pink, instead of the crimson of a moment ago.
I pushed the drive in, and waited for his music program to show up. When it did, I programmed it to play tracks three and eight for a while. "The name of this CD is Crash." I walked over to him, grabbing a hand, and gently leading him towards the bed, where I sat next to him, my arms around his waist.
Soon, all that we could hear was the voice of Dave Matthews and the lovely music in the background.
+You've
got your ball,+
+You've got your chain+
+Tied to me tight, tie me up again.+
+Who's got their claws+
+In you my friend?+
+Into your heart I'll beat again+
+Sweet like candy to my soul+
+Sweet you rock,+
+And sweet you roll+
+Lost for you, I'm so lost for you+
+Oh, and you come crash into me+
+And I come into you+
+And I come into you+
+In a boy's dream+
+In a boy's dream+
+Touch your lips just so I know+
+In your eyes, love, it glows so+
+I'm bare-boned and crazy... for you.+
+Oh, and you come crash into me+
+Baby, and I come into you+
+In a boy's dream+
+In a boy's dream+
+And if I've gone overboard+
+Then I'm begging you+
+To forgive me+
+In my haste+
+When I'm holding you so girl,+
+Close to me+
+Oh and you come crash into me, yeah+
+Baby, and I come into you+
+Hike up your skirt a little more+
+And show the world to me+
+Hike up your skirt a little more+
+And show your world to me+
+In a boy's dream+
+In a boy's dream+
+Oh, I watch you there+
+Through the window+
+And I stare at you+
+You wear nothing, but you+
+Wear it so well+
+Tied up and twisted,+
+The way I'd like to be+
+For you, for me, come crash into me+
+Come crash into me, yeah+
+Crash into me...+
+Crash into me...+
+You know, I'm the king of the castle,+
+You're the dirty rascal, crash into me.+
+Please crash into me, baby...+
+Oh, no no no...+
+Yes, I see the waves+
+Come and crash into me.+
+See the waves come and crash into me.+
+Crash into me.+
As the song started, I slowly leaned my head on his shoulder. Then, as it kept playing, I unhurriedly unbuttoned his tunic shirt, sliding it gradually down off his shoulders, every inch exposing more and more of his beautiful caramel skin to the air. When I had it down to his elbows, I slowly kissed my way to his neck, starting at his shoulder.
He let a soft moan escape his lips, and I placed a finger to them, wanting him to hear the song, and to let me slowly undress him. He put up no resistance, and I bent over, taking off his cute little black slippers. Slowly, I ran my hand up the leg of his white silk pants; the poofy ones that hide so much, but they weren't hiding all that much at that moment. I suppressed a snicker at the sight of the huge tent, and ran my hand up his thigh, ending at the waistband of said pants.
I delicately reached my hands down until I could feel the edge of his blue tank top, and then I pulled that up, running my hands over the smooth and hard planes of his stomach. His erection twitched as soon as my hand touched his bare skin, and I smiled. I still didn't touch that part of his anatomy, instead opting for his newly revealed chest and stomach. I pulled away his shirts, and then kissed every inch of skin I could find. I laved him with my tongue, nipping and kissing occasionally. Small, tiny sounds where escaping Wufei's mouth, and I gently placed a finger against his treacherous lips again.
I was mildly surprised when Fei started to lick and suck on my digit with practiced ease. Damn, if there is one thing Fei has gotten better at besides talking to me, it was giving one *hell* of a blowjob. Regrettably, I removed my finger from his mouth, and smiled, as I crawled into his lap, pushing him to lie down on the bed. I removed the tie from his hair with deft fingers, fanning the black silk around his face in an almost sinister halo.
His eyes rolled back into his head as I rumpled his usually tidy hair. I think the next moan was from me, because at that point, his erection was rubbing against my ass. Shaking my head to clear it, I moved from my position, pulling off the sash to his pants. I watched, delighted, when the sash gave way easily, ending like so much silk in my hands, which it was. I dropped the sash onto the bed, and swiftly pulled his pants off. He hissed as his legs and manhood were exposed to the air. Who knew Fei-bebi would ever get so kinky as to *not* wear any boxers. I gazed over his naked body, drinking in the sight before me.
Soon, the first song was fading out, and Wufei surprised me by flipping me over to lay on my back with him straddling my hips. I know I moaned again, and he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His hands were roaming up my black priest's shirt, tweaking my nipples until they were like pebbles in his fingers. Softly, the second song began playing.
~I let you down~
~Let
me pick you up~
~I
let you down~
~Let
me climb up you to the top~
~So
I can see the view from up there~
~Tangled
in your hair~
~I
let you down~
~I
have no lid upon my head~
~But
if I did~
~You
could look inside and see~
~what's
on my mind~
~You
could look inside and see~
~what's
on my mind~
~I
let you down, oh, forgive me~
~You
give me love~
~Let
me walk with you~
~Maybe
I could say~
~Maybe
talk with you, open up~
~And
let me through~
~Don't
walk away~
~Don't
walk away ~
~I
have no lid upon my head~
~But
if I did~
~You
could look inside and see~
~what's
on my mind~
~You
could look inside and see~
~what's
on my mind~
~I
let you down~
~How
could I be such a fool like me~
~I
let you down~
~Tail
between my legs~
~I'm
a puppy for your love~
~I'm
a puppy for your love~
~I
have no lid upon my head~
~But
if I did~
~You
could look inside and see~
~what's
on my mind,~
~oh
it's you~
~I
let you down~
~I'm
a puppy for your love~
~I'm
a puppy for your love~
~Forgive
me~
~Forgive
me~
~Forgive
me~
~I
let you down~
He wasted no time in removing my own clothing, not taking as much time as I had with his. He broke the kiss to remove my boots, throwing them across the room, easily forgotten. Then, he mimicked my own teasing, feather-light touch, moving his skilled hands up my legs until the rested on the waistband of my black pants. He unabashedly removed my shirt, and swiftly removed my pants and boxers with a stiff yank.
I was as exposed as he was, and he gave me a dangerously sexy smile, kissing me again. Our erections rubbed against each other, and we both moaned at the contact. He pulled away slowly, licking his lips.
"I want you to make love to me Duo," he said, blushing slightly, but his face deadly serious.
I sat up, trying my best not to disturb him, as he was sitting on my lap. "Are… Are you sure about this, Wufei?"
"Yes," he said, sloe black eyes locking onto my own. I knew what this meant, and my heart soared within my chest. "I trust you, Duo, and I want to give myself to you, as you have to me."
I was astonished. Blinking, I smiled at Wufei and kissed him. He pulled me back, reaching a long finger to brush against my cheek. That was when I noticed the shiny drop. "Thank you," I whispered, pulling him back towards me to kiss yet again.
After a few moments of pure bliss, I carefully maneuvered our bodies until I was on top of him again. His hair was spread around him in the sinister halo, and he never looked more beautiful until that moment. His eyes were imploring me, his body seeming to all but call to me, and his cock teasing my own. I wanted to take it slow. There was no way I was going to hurt this trusting creature before me.
I slid off the bed, followed by his whimpering, and walked over to my discarded pants. I felt around in the many pockets until I found what I wanted. Pulling my hand free from the pocket, I was then holding a tube of lube.
I heard a laugh come from the bed, and turned to face my lover. "What?"
He took a deep breath. "Do you always carry around lube with you?"
I gave him a smile and winked. "A good soldier is always prepared for anything."
I watched as his eyes grew abnormally large and then settle back to normal size as I crawled up his body, straddling him as before. I kissed the swollen head of his member, receiving a moan, and then kissed his stomach as I used a knee to open his legs. Every muscle in Wufei stiffened. I sighed, looking up at him, my head lying on his chest.
"Fei, you have to relax, otherwise this will be very painful. The last thing I want this to be is painful."
He swallowed, closed his eyes, and slowly, his whole body relaxed. I kissed my way down his body again, taking my time with the slight dip of his belly button. I stopped and nipped lightly at his hips and thighs, eliciting soft, erotic noises from my lover. Smiling as I finished marking his hips, I lowered my head and took his hard shaft into my mouth.
His hips bucked up from the bed, and with one hand, I pinned him to the bed. I then released his cock from my mouth and looked at him. "Remember, Fei, relax," I tried to warn.
He growled low in the back of his throat. "Just do *it* already, Duo."
I smiled at the impatience in his tone, opening the lube, and spread the cold gel over my fingers. Cautiously, I placed one of my digits to his entrance, and then looked at him. The look of lust in his eyes and the tiny nod he gave were signs enough. I put a bit of pressure, and slowly my finger slid into his tight cavern.
He hissed in the air, and I stopped myself from retracting my hand back. "You ok, Fei-bebi?"
"Shi…shi de(1), Duo. Ji xu (2)," he whispered hoarsely, trying to keep his face relaxed.
It took me a moment to realize he had just *ordered* me to continue, and in Chinese no less. Holding back a snicker, I did as he "asked", and allowed my digit to go in all the way. I slowly stretched him with the one finger, watching his face intently for *any* signs of discomfort. When I got none, and he seemed ready for the next step, I carefully added the second finger, gently probing his tight body.
He seemed to adjust to the second finger quite easily, for the next thing I knew, he was impaling himself upon my fingers, whimpering. I started to roughly thrust into him with my fingers, and he was taking it and silently begging me for more. Damn the sounds he was making were going straight to my groin, but I struggled to take it slow and steady. I slowed my pace and slowly added a third finger, scissoring them as I did so.
I managed to get the lube onto my pulsing cock with one hand, while still pleasuring my sensual lover. As soon as I hand finished doing that, Wufei growled.
"Ai ma(3), Duo. Stop teasing," he rasped through clenched teeth.
So impatient sometimes my lover is. Carefully, always so careful, I placed the head of my shaft against his entrance. "Remember, Fei, you have to relax."
"Just shut up and do it, Duo. You talk too much."
I snorted, closed my eyes, and slowly started pressing into him. He hissed as I passed the tight ring of muscle, and then took a deep breath. I plunged farther and farther into that tight velvet heat, reminding myself to be gentle, and finally I was fully seated into him. I opened my eyes, and was rewarded with the sight of Fei-bebi, eyes closed, mouth open, and sweat glistening on his luxurious skin. In other words, he was the perfect picture of fuckable boy then.
I rocked my body slowly, allowing him time to adjust to the differences in size. He was soon whimpering and thrashing about. "Ready?" I asked, my voice sounding rough from the amount of control I was exerting over my body, even to my own ears.
He nodded silently. I pulled almost all the way out, until just the tip of my cock was still inside him, and then, I slammed into his delicious body, ending it with a hungry kiss to his swollen lips. He screamed into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around my neck, making it damn near impossible to move much from his face.
"Fei-bebi, if you want me to continue, you have to let me move," I whispered.
"I know, but give me a moment." I felt a hand move from my neck, travel down my back, and grab my braid. With quick movements that I barely felt, my hair was soon cascading around the two of us, acting as a curtain from the rest of the world. At that moment, I only knew the feel of Fei's body around me, his eyes driving me mad, and his mouth. Damn, his mouth…
"Duo, if you don't move, I will hurt you." Shaking my head, I looked down at him, and saw that he meant every word.
I shivered and gave him another slow, thrust, shallow this time. He moaned, and I saw moisture gathering in his eyes. Ignoring that for the moment, I started to mercilessly pound into his cavern, making him pay for his comment. Soon, I had a hard, fast pace that was making us both moan, but Fei's were more like screams of pleasure.
I knew that I was going to soon come, and I wanted him to climax before me, so I roughly grabbed his erection, pumping roughly at first, until I could thrust and pump in time. His screams became louder, and his body was thrashing wildly beneath me.
"Duo…" he whimpered.
All I could manage at that time was a primal grunt, which he took as an acknowledgement, I suppose.
"I'm…."
"Know… can… feel…just… let… go," I said. Ooooh, I can say full sentences during the best sex I've ever had. Go me!
"DUO!"
All I had time for was one last thrust and a scream of "Wufei", as his body clamped down on me, and I exploded violently, still milking his weakening cock. As soon as I was done with the most *amazing* orgasm in my whole life, I collapsed weakly onto my spent lover.
"Duo?" Wufei muttered hoarsely, just as my eyes were starting to droop.
"Mm?"
"Could you please allow me to breathe?"
"Wha?"
"I can't breathe with you lying on top of me."
I leaned up, and gave him a sleepy, flushed smile. "Sorry 'bout that, 'Fei." I rolled off him, and cuddled up to the very warm body next to me with my head on his chest. "'T was *so* good…" I whispered.
"Only good?" I could almost hear him raise his eyebrow.
"No, better than good, but can't think of anything else. 'M sleepy now. Music still sounds good though."
He chuckled, making my head bounce, ever so slightly. "Yes, I agree. Let's get some sleep."
"'Kay." I was already almost there. I barely noticed that he had pulled the sheet over our exhausted bodies before I was dead to the world.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up the next morning, stiff and sticky, and slightly headachy. Then, I noticed that the space next to me was cold. I opened my eyes, seeing that Fei had left the room, the computer was off, and our clothes were nowhere to be seen. "Fei?"
I slipped out of the bed, ignoring the protest in my muscles, and looked around the room again. There was a note on the desk, and his laptop was actually gone.
"Duo,
"Why didn't you tell me I would be in pain when I woke up? Ignoring that fact, last night was truly…Indefinable. I am *so* sorry that I am not there with you to share the after effects of last night, but I awoke to a beeping from the laptop.
"Mission. It shouldn't take long. It's just a, how do you say it, "go in and make things go boom" mission. I will be back as soon as I possibly can. Don't worry.
"Wo ai ni, xin ai. I promise to return to you in one piece.
~ Wufei"
Damn him. He didn't even wake me up to tell me he was leaving. I paid no mind to the tear that fell from my eye. Looking back at the letter, I could actually see him yelling at me about neglecting to tell him about the painful part of last night. I chuckled at the thought, and wiped at the errant tear.
Sucking it up to a hazard of being a busy terrorist, I grabbed my clothes from yesterday, putting them on my still sticky body, and walked down to my own room for clean clothes and a towel. It was most definitely time for a shower.
I made it to my room and almost to the bathroom that I shared with Fei, before running into Heero. He gave me the most surprised look. It was unnerving and annoying.
"Nani, Hee-chan?"
"Your… hair," he said quietly. My hand flew up to reach for my braid, and that's when I finally remembered that Fei had taken it down last night. Shit. I didn't want to let anyone but my lover to see me with my hair down.
"Eh, going to take a shower. Sorry," I said briskly, and slammed the bathroom door in his still gaping face. I took a deep breath, and looked at myself in the mirror. My wild hair was everywhere. I groaned. That was going to take forever to brush out all the tangles from. My face was flushed, and I had a slight glow from last night, and Fei's letter.
Damn. Heero had seen me with my hair down. I felt very vulnerable at that moment. Turning around, I made sure the door was locked before I started to take the now very dirty clothes off. Silently, I slipped into the shower, turning the water on until it was almost scalding, and proceeded to speed through the process of my shower. Yes, it had become a process this time around.
I emerged from the steamy shower stall, grabbed my towel, wrapped another around my head, and ran to my room. I was *not* taking any chances for someone to see me like this, or with my hair down, again.
I didn't run into anyone, but I got dressed quickly, just in case something else occurred. Then, it was time to start the torture session. I snatched up a comb, and started at the ends of my hair, trying to get all the tangles out.
I was almost done when there was a knock on my door. "Yeah," I said, not getting up from the bed.
"Duo?" Quatre.
"Yes, Q-bean?"
"Oh, just wanted to make sure everything was ok. Breakfast is almost done, when you're ready," he said.
"Thanks, Q. Be down in a few. Just dealing with my hair."
"Ok, I'll let Trowa know then. See you."
"Yep. I'll bring the bells," I said, snickering.
I heard Q-man's footsteps disappear, and I finally got all the tangles out of my hair. I expertly braided the mass of almost dry hair, and stood to make sure I got all the loose hairs off my clothes. It's not very cool to walk around with shiny hair showing up on black.
Closing my door behind me, I made the short trip downstairs to the kitchen to find the other three pilots around the table. "Fei had a mission," I stated serenely.
Q and Tro nodded. Heero did nothing, not that I really expected him to do anything.
"So, where is the food you mentioned, Q? I'm staaaaaaaaaaaarved."
"Not surprising," Trowa said, pointing to the counter, where eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns were sitting on separate plates.
"Yay! Food!" I snatched up a plate, and loaded it up with everything. What? I was hungry. I'm a growing boy! Don't tell me that because I was in front of other people I was supposed to save those lazy-butts something to eat! Anyway, it looked as if they had already eaten. I mean I know how Tro cooks when we are all together, and there was definitely a nice chunk missing.
Sitting down in what the others have officially dubbed "my chair", I took a bite of eggs and looked around. "So, what's the game plan for today?"
Q sweat-dropped, giving Tro a "Look", and then spoke. "Well, I have some more work for Instructor H to do. I don't know about anyone else."
"I have some reports to type up," Heero said, taking a drink from his coffee mug. I missed seeing that earlier. I'm slipping… Ah well…
Trowa shrugged. "I have already typed up my report to Doktor S, so, I suppose nothing really." I gaped at him, and he gave me a perplexed look.
"What?" he asked. Quatre snickered.
"Nothing, Hennuna. It's just that the multitude aren't used to you speaking so much." Trowa shrugged again.
"No, it's just that Duo talks too much to realize that others are speaking," Heero said again. I gave him a glare.
"Don't you have some reports to work on, Ice-man?" I sneered, and continued to eat my wonderful breakfast. Heero didn't reply, but he stood, placed his coffee mug in the sink and left the kitchen. "What's *his* problem?" I asked, feigning innocence.
Q-man gave me this Look, and then sighed. "Duo, I don't know what happened between you and Heero, nor do I think I ever will, but do you *have* to goad him like that?"
"I have *no* idea what you are talking about, Quatre." I smiled, and then finished breakfast. Pushing my plate away from me, I looked at Trowa. "So, Tro, since neither of us have anything to do today, and well, it's boring sitting around here all day, wanna join me for some fun?"
"Fun?" Q and Tro chorused.
"Um, Duo, do you think that is the best idea? I mean, we are kinda noticeable, with our pictures going around, and everything else," Q stated.
"I agree," Tro added.
I sighed. "I can hide my hair and eyes, and Tro can put a hat on that bang. I mean, that's *his* most noticeable feature, like my braid is." I looked at them both. "Look, you both know me. I'm *not* stupid, but I don't want to stick around here all day with Heero…. I'd go nuts."
Quatre and Trowa shared another "Look", the second of the morning, and Quatre sighed. "Fine. But, don't do anything that will catch anyone's attention."
"As if I would." I was hurt.
"You would. That is why Quatre is warning you."
"Hey! Trowa! You're supposed to be on *my* side."
"I am, but I really do *not* want to be caught by OZ again."
I sighed. How many times had I been caught by OZ? How many times had Trowa been caught? Hell, how many times have all of us but Quatre been caught?
"Fine. You win *this* round, but don't think you can do it again, Bang-boy." I stood up from the table. "I'm gonna go find a hat for ya, Tro, and another for me. Might even change out my usual black. No one would expect Shinigami to be in something other than black, ne?" I ran out the kitchen, and back to my room. I felt a familiar set of eyes on me while I traveled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
About an hour later, I was dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt. Tro and I then got in the car, traveling back to the town that I had just seen the day before. I annoyed him by singing along to every song on the radio. Too bad, because Incubus, Nickleback, the Goo Goo Dolls and Good Charlotte are excellent bands from the 20th century.
He cut the engine as we stopped on the main street. I hopped out my door as soon as the engine died.
"Yes, fresh air without issues. So, Tro, there's an arcade over there. You game?"
"An arcade?" he asked dryly.
"Yes, you see, it's this place where you can play video games for money."
"I know that, but why? Isn't there an infernal video game system back at the house?" I sighed.
"No, and I've been going nuts. Now, I'm going inside. You can either join me, or stand outside until I'm done." He shrugged and walked up to me.
"Lead the way." I clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"My man! Let's go!" I grabbed his hand, dragging him inside the dark building, where all the machines were giving off brightly sick lights, not unlike that of Heero's laptop. I perused the games, trying to see which ones I hadn't beaten before, when I found a *classic*. "Hey, Tro, ever played Pac-man?"
"I have never had the pleasure, no."
"Great. I'm gonna go get some quarters, and you are gonna play this game till it breaks." I ran off to find a cred changer. I came back a minute later, to find Trowa staring hopelessly at the Pac-man game. "Something wrong?"
"Not really. I've been watching this demonstration screen while you were away. This game does not seem to require that much skill, or brain power." I was insulted.
"That's because you haven't seen the *Master* play before." I handed him all but one of the quarters, popped it in, and waited for it to start up. After I had exhausted my poor three men's lives, I had the newest high score. "Yes! That is my *best* score, ever!" I looked over at my companion. "I should bring you with me more often. That was great." I took back the quarters, and gave him one. "Your turn."
Trowa shrugged, put his quarter in the coin slot, and proceeded to completely demolish my new high score. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. By the time he had finished, I was just gaping at him and the game. He entered in "Nanashi" as his name, and turned to me.
"You… you…" I couldn't even say it.
"Hey, Jake! Look! This guy just got like 500 billion on Pac-man!" some kid said, running back to a few of the racing games.
"You *killed* my new high score!" I knew I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open, but I couldn't get over it.
"It wasn't that hard. I do more strenuous things dealing with Heavyarms, and Catherine, every day." I glared at him then.
"Fine, just have to find something more *challenging*." I walked away, giving the rest of the games a more subjected look over. I found some shooting games, but dismissed those. We were both great shots. No point in those. Found some driving games. Those might have worked, had I not spotted Mortal Kombat 50. Perfect.
"This is our game, Tro." I pointed to the machine, and then showed him the move diagrams on the board. "Just use the stick to move, and use the other buttons to punch and kick."
"I can see that, Du…Dee." Ah, extra points to Trowa for remembering not to use our "real" names in public.
"Great, so you won't be offended when I beat the shit out of you," I said cheerfully as I put in the coins to start up the game.
Long story short: We must have played about fifty rounds, and we took turns trouncing the hell out of each other. By the time we had finished, (I won the last game) we had attracted the attention of every kid in the place. They broke into applause when the game over screen came up. A few offered to play against the both of us, but we managed to gently decline, saying we were hungry.
We had walked away from the fighting machine, congratulating each other on jobs well done, when I spotted a DDR machine by the door.
"Hey, Tro, you up to playing a dancing game?" I wiggled an eyebrow.
"Dancing?" He looked… suspicious.
"Yes, you know, moving your body to time with the music in pre-ordained steps. It's easy, and fun." I grabbed his arm, and drug him over to the DDR machine. We had to wait a few moments for the kids on it to finish up, but when they did, I pulled Tro up on the platform, popped the rest of the change into the machine, and started looking for a good slow song to start off with.
"Dee, I don't know about this." I shot a look at Trowa.
"What? I've seen you dance with Q, when you thought no one was looking. You're good. Now, there are going to be arrows, and you just have to make your feet hit the corresponding arrows on the platform. Just make sure you are looking at the top row of arrows. It's that simple." I hit the accept button for a song called "Dum Dare Dum", and set *my* side of the screen for maniac, keeping Tro's on beginner.
The music sounded, and I slipped into a trance, concentrating on my feet, body, the music, and the movements on the screen. During a rest on my side, I shot a look at Trowa. He was so totally lost, and his score was abysmal. Sighing, I went back into the song, and when it was over, I put a hand on Tro's shoulder.
"Well, it could have been worse," I said, and *then* I looked at the screen. I had a triple S, and he had an F. "Nevermind. I will just shut up now."
"Thank you."
"Um, so, how about something to eat?" Trowa shrugged, and looked out the dingy window of the arcade.
"What is there?"
"Hmm, I'm sure there's some kind of burger joint. There always is in places like this. Then, there's this really nice Chinese restaurant that Q and I went to before the pink princess incident. Other than that, I dunno."
"We could find out." He shot a look behind us; there were a few girls following.
"Sure thing, Tro," I said, wrapping an arm around his waist, and led him out the door to find out what else this town had. Our entourage had *mysteriously* disappeared. Walking around got us an old-fashioned country restaurant. "Hey, Tro, want to have some greasy, *real* American food?"
"Do I have a choice?" I looked around the small town.
"It's either this, pizza, Chinese food, burgers, or that sushi bar."
"Fine, I'm sure I can get something there that won't kill me at an early age," he deadpanned. I snickered.
"You are a funny man. You could die tomorrow in…" I caught myself before I said too much. After all, we were still in public. "Well, you could die tomorrow." I saw T's lips quirk.
"You are quite right, Dee." I smiled, and opened the door to the restaurant.
"Of course I am. Now, let's get some food before I go crazy." Tro's hat twitched. Guess that meant he was raising one of his eyebrows. "Ok, more than I am now."
We walked into the small establishment, taking in the smell of grease and real food cooking. The floor was scratched and stained beyond recognition of its original color. The counters shone, and the tables where clean with little menus behind the ancient jukeboxes against the walls. I wondered if they even worked.
"Just like I always imagined. Let's sit down in a booth." As we walked down the aisle towards the farthest booth, a woman appeared out of the kitchen.
"Sit wherever you want, boys. I'll be with ya in a second," she said jovially.
"Man, I didn't even know they still had places like this," I remarked, throwing myself onto a very spongy bench.
"It seems to be far from most of the fighting. It's not that unreasonable to assume that they would survive," Tro added.
"That's not what I meant, T. I mean, these places where becoming scarce in the early 21st century. To think that they exist now is mind boggling."
"Well, kids, what can I get for you?" The woman had appeared at our table.
"Ok, I want a Coke to drink, and…" I grabbed a menu from behind the jukebox on the wall. "A steak, medium rare, with fries and cole slaw." She turned to Trowa.
"And you, cutie?"
"Ham and cheese sandwich, rye bread, tomatoes, lettuce, light mayo and onions. Tea to drink."
"All right. I'll be back with your drinks in a flash." She disappeared. I scrunched up my face. Trowa looked at me.
"What?"
"Nothing, just glad that I'm not Q. I mean, you just ordered onions and rye bread. Deadly combination. Just don't ask me to kiss you."
"That's good, because I had no intention of doing so." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Speaking of kissing, just how involved are you and Wufei?" I was taken aback. I mean I just assumed that Q was going to spill every detail to Trowa once they were alone. I swallowed slowly.
"Yanno, your boyfriend is a bad influence on you."
"You have been a bad influence on him."
"Point." I smirked. "So, why do you ask? It *can't* just be idle curiosity."
"It's not." He readjusted his hat. Who knew that Trowa, of all people, had nervous habits? "I saw something in Heero during the time that you and Wufei were missing that was unexpected." He looked me dead in the eyes. "Let's just say that I am picking up on some of Quatre's habits, and that I am worried about Yuy."
"'Fei is my lover. Point blank." Trowa nodded, a slight smile forming on his lips.
"Here ya are, boys. I'll get your food to ya quickly," the waitress replied, placing a glass of dark cola with a straw in front of me and a cup of steaming water on a plate with a tea bag in front of T.
I took a big drink of my coke. Ah, nothing like sugar and caffeine cold and tasting *so* good. Trowa looked at me as if I had grown another head.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just that you are so… into your carbonated drink."
"Of course. It's Coke. It's *good*." I offered him the glass. "Wanna drink?" He shook his head.
"No, but thank you." I shrugged.
"Whatever. More for me."
The waitress came back with our food. I stopped her from leaving our table with a hand on her arm.
"Yes, darlin'?"
"Excuse me, but do you know where the putt putt place is?" I asked.
"Sure, you take the main road up a few miles, and then you'll see signs everywhere. You can't miss it."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Let me know if you want anything else."
"Will do." I watched her leave, and then shot a glance at Trowa. "What?"
"Putt putt?"
"It's like golf. It's supposed to be fun." He still looked skeptical. "What now?"
"How did you know there was such a place?"
"Some kid in the arcade. He was talking about it with his friends while I trounced you at MK."
"Ah," he replied. I snickered at his obvious discomfort.
"Aw, Tro, are you afraid I'm going to kick your ass at something else?"
"You wish."
"Great. So this should be fun."
"Yes, we will see."
"Yep, now, I'm gonna eat this steak before it gets cold." I dug into the steak, watching absently as the blood oozed as I cut it. Eating was good. I made happy noises. It was perfect. Not too undercooked, not too overcooked. Fries were good too. I sighed happily as I stuffed the last fry in my mouth. "Haven't had something that good in a while. Well, besides when you cook, T-man." To my surprise, Trowa started laughing. "What?"
"Nothing." He chuckled still. "I was just thinking about what happened last night at dinner. Well, before dinner, that is?" I smiled.
"You mean Heero getting upset because we were laughing at his inability to cook?"
"Yes." He straightened his face. "I am going to forbid him to cook ever again. Not even with the microwave."
"Sounds like a plan to me. I was sick for a week after that. But, he can do wonders with a knife." I thought about that. "That's not very comforting, is it?"
"Hardly. Maybe one of us should check that 'safe house' we are going to be stuffing Relena and Dorothy in before we let Heero in."
"Yeah, I mean, I don't like 'em, but that doesn't mean I want to stick 'em in a room with Hee-chan and a knife." That definitely wasn't a comforting thought; not at all. "So, ready for your trouncing?" I smiled sweetly, or as sweetly as I possibly could, considering what I was talking about.
"Let's go." He stood up from the table. I dropped some creds on the table as a tip. Not like it mattered to me. OZ was paying for my entertainment for the day. I walked up to the counter and paid the bill as Trowa walked outside, heading back towards the car. I ran outside, and caught up with him, hopped back in the car, and we were off.
The woman was right. We took the main road, and about three miles up there were signs pointing us to an off-road. We turned onto the dirt road, and soon enough, we saw the place. It looked kinda run down, but there were cars everywhere and teenagers were sitting around talking.
"This has to be the place. I mean, just look at all the kids around."
"I agree, though I fail to see how this could be fun." I gave him a smile that showed what *I* thought about my next comment.
"Tro, you use a stick to hit the ball into a small hole. Of *course* it's fun!" He gave me a dubious look. "Just come on!" I opened my car door, and walked up to the counter. "I need two clubs and two balls."
"That'll be twenty creds," the bored attendant said, holding his hand out. I placed the money in his hand. By that time, Trowa had gotten out of the car and joined me at the counter. "What size clubs do you want? What color balls?"
"I need a medium club, and my friend will need a large. Give me a black ball, and… Tro? What color?"
"Green."
"And give him a green one." The attendant gave us the described implements with a scorecard and pencil, and we walked to the course.
"Ok, now, you just put the ball on the 'tee', and then the object of the game is to try and get a hole in one. You can go first."
"Thank you." He placed his golf ball on the tee, lined up his shot, took a swing, and to my amazement, got a hole-in-one. I narrowed my eyes, and took my turn, getting a nice birdie.
"Lucky shot," I said, writing down the scores as we retrieved our balls and moved onto the next hole.
Ok, another long story short: Trowa totally kicked my butt, but he missed the last hole. *I* managed to get a hole-in-one, which got me a free game. I gave it to some kid who was outside on the way back to the car.
"Good game, man. You so won that. What time is it?" Trowa looked at his watch as the car started up.
"It's almost seven pm. Why?"
"Well, because that means Q will have something at the house for dinner by now."
"Ah." We took off, and this time I just thought for a change.
"Should be a somewhat quiet night, right?" I asked after a while.
"I suppose so, Duo. Why are you asking?"
"I dunno. I'm getting a strange feeling that something might happen. But, what's the worst that could happen, right?" Famous last words, Maxwell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
We got home without a hitch, and I ran straight into the kitchen. Like I thought, Q was there with bags of takeout on the counter, taking the food out and putting it onto plates.
"Heya, Q-bean, what's for dinner?" I asked as I flung myself in my chair. Q turned around, and had an odd look on his face.
"Well, I found out that Chinese place we ate at last time delivers, so I got a bit of everything." I looked at the counter. There were like twenty or so bags.
"Q, there is enough food to feed all five of us for a few weeks. How much did you pay?"
"I don't remember. I paid with a card while working." I gaped at him. "What?"
"Oh, nothing." I shook my head. "You are incredulous, you know that?"
"Why?" He looked truly puzzled.
"Because you are the only one who would forget how much twenty bags of Chinese food would cost. Even working," Trowa said from the doorway. Quatre flushed and scratched his head.
"So, did you two have fun?"
"Actually, yes. It was quite… enlightening," Trowa replied, moving behind Q to wrap his arms around the blond's waist.
"What did you do?"
"We played video games at an arcade. Trowa killed my new high score in Pac-man. I trounced him a few thirty or so times in Mortal Kombat 50. Then, we played DDR, which I wiped the floor with Trowa on. Lunch, and then putt putt golf, where Trowa wiped the floor with me." I smiled at my friends. "*But* I got a hole-in-one on the last hole, and won a free game."
"Oh?" Q smiled.
"Yes, and he promptly gave it to one of the other teenagers outside while we were leaving," Tro added.
"Well, it sounds like you two *did* enjoy yourselves. Are you hungry?" I jumped from my chair.
"Always! Want me to set the table?"
"That's ok. Dinner is going to be in the kitchen tonight. Since it's just us four, and I'm too weary to worry about proper etiquette." I snickered.
"Great, do we have any chopsticks?"
"Of *course*. Help me out by putting the plates out like a buffet, and I'll go get Heero."
"'Kay." I really wasn't looking forward to dealing with Heero after my fun-filled day, but what the hell could I do about it?
Ten minutes later, the four of us had plates and were sitting around the small table, eating, talking about our days, and otherwise enjoying each other's company. Well, Q, Tro and I were. Heero was quiet as he ate, and added nothing to our conversation.
When we had all finished, I helped Trowa put the remaining food back into the containers, and we put those in the fridge for later. That done, I went out into the TV room for some time with my favorite movie, Dogma. I had just placed the disk in the player and sat down on the couch when Heero, of *all* people came in and sat down on the other end of the couch.
I hit the play button on the remote and looked over at my unexpected company. He was just glaring at the television, his hands stiff in his lap. I was uncomfortable, but I curled my legs under me, getting ready for the long haul of my favorite Kevin Smith movie. I tried to ignore him, but after twenty minutes I couldn't stand it. He was ruining my movie-time.
"Something wrong, Hee-chan?"
He didn't even reply. The next thing I knew, he had grabbed my arms painfully, pulling me to him, and kissed me, hard. I tried my damnedest to pull away, but he was too strong to do it.
Suddenly there was someone ripping us apart, and a flurry of white silk. I was thrown haphazardly into the small table. Blinking to clear my vision, Wufei had thrown himself at Heero, and the couch tipped over, spilling them both to the floor on the other side of the room.
They both stood, and launched into a frenzy of kicks and punches that made my tender head reel.
"WUFEI! STOP!" I yelled, running over to stop them from hurting each other. "STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!" I jumped in between them. The next punch that Heero threw hit me square in my chest, and I heard a crack. The next thing I saw through the daze was a foot, which connected with my head, and sent me flying against the wall. After that, darkness enveloped me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up with my head on fire. Every inch of my body ached. I slightly opened my eyes, and saw Trowa standing there. He looked concerned and wasn't moving from beside me. I tried to move, but I was in too much pain.
"Oi, T, did you get the name of the mobile doll who stepped on me?" I watched as Trowa gave a sigh of… relief?
"Would you believe Heero and Wufei?" Quatre said from somewhere far off.
"Q? Where are you?" He moved into my line of vision, and sat down gingerly next to me.
"Hey, how do you feel?" I snorted, and then grimaced in pain.
"Like I just got the shit beat out of me. What happened?"
"That's what we would like to know. Wufei and Heero aren't exactly talking to us right now," Trowa said.
"Where are they? Why is 'Fei home so early? What the hell is going on? It feels like I stepped into the Twilight Zone, and my head is killing me."
"Whoa! Slow down, Duo." Quatre sighed. "Heero is in the study, under orders to stay put until we tell him to come out. Wufei is in his room, sulking and berating himself perfectly in Mandarin. Wufei came home while you and Trowa were out playing. He asked me not to tell you. He said he had a surprise for you. I assume he was setting it up during dinner, and came looking for you when he and Heero started fighting.
"As for what the hell is going on, we don't know. We were hoping you could shed some light on this situation."
"What's the last thing you remember?" Trowa asked.
"Um, we had dinner. I helped you clean the kitchen, and then I went out in the TV room to watch a movie. And then… I'm blank." I held my head so the room would stop spinning. "My chest feels like it's bound. Why?"
"Well, it seems you stepped in between Heero and Wufei fighting, and Heero punched you in the chest, which cracked a few of your ribs."
"No shit. It hurts like you wouldn't believe."
"Also, we got a spectacular view of you flying into the wall. So, that might be why your head hurts so much," Trowa said.
"How'd I get here?" I wanted some water, desperately. "Oi, someone get me some water, please."
"I'll do it," Quatre said. He turned towards the door. I heard it open, and then Q was yelling at someone to go away until I was ready.
"Whom is he yelling at?" I asked.
"Wufei."
"Hmm. So, how did I get in my bed if I was slumped against a wall in the TV room?"
"I carried you up, while Quatre proceeded to tell Wufei and Heero off in English and Arabic. It was… interesting."
I snickered, and then moaned in pain. "Damn… Where's Q with my water?"
"I'm right here, Duo. Trowa, lift him up so he can drink this." Fuck that, I'm not weak! I sat up, ignoring the pain tearing through my body.
"I can do it myself, Quatre. Just give me the goddamn glass," I snarled. He hesitantly gave me the cup, and I downed the water. I handed him the empty cup, and then sighed. "I need to talk to 'Fei. Could you guys go get him?"
"Are you sure, Duo? You are pretty beat up," Quatre said. I glared at him.
"Quatre, I am a *GUNDAM* pilot, and I have had *much* worse than this before. Now, find me my *lover* before I hurt you both!" Quatre latched onto Trowa's arm and calmly removed him from my room. A minute later, a very worried and apprehensive Wufei was standing in my doorway.
"Duo?" He sounded almost scared, but that couldn't be right.
"Come in, 'Fei. Turn on a freaking light. I might have a headache, but I still want to be able to see people, and that side lamp ain't cutting it." I smiled at him, and he entered, looking a little better. He switched on the overhead light, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"How… are you?" he asked, tentatively. I growled in frustration.
"Would you PLEASE stop acting like I'm about to die? It's just a few cracked ribs and a headache." I grabbed my head, as the dull pounding became a full out roar. "Ok, so it's one helluva headache, but dammit, I'm *FINE*!" I looked at him, and smiled. "Now, get your hot Chinese ass up here next to me and tell me why you are home so early?"
"You aren't upset with me?" he asked, again in that soft voice, but he did as I said.
"Tell me why I would be? Let's see. We had mind-blowing sex last night, and then I woke up alone with a note, *and* my favorite CD was missing. I had to deal with Heero's bitchy attitude over breakfast, but I pissed him off and he left. I went out and had a *blast* with Tro. Came home, had dinner, went to watch my favorite movie, and after that I'm blank. Next thing I know, I wake up in bed with taped ribs and a headache that makes Une look like a fucking walk in the park." I sighed, calming myself down. "Now, explain to me where you were wrong, except for the part where you stole my CD?"
He grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take the CD. I just grabbed the laptop while I was leaving." His face grew serious. "Xin ai, how are you, truthfully?"
"Like I said, I have a headache and it hurts to move too much, but I'm fine. The room has stopped spinning, and Q got me some water, so I'm ok now." I kissed his cheek. "So, are you ever going to tell me why you are home so early?"
"I told you in the note it was a fairly easy mission. Sneak in, plant bombs, steal information, sneak out, detonate bombs. Even Winner could have done that mission." I laughed.
"So, what was up with the surprise Q was talking about?" He blushed.
"Well, I was going to just sneak you away for a repeat of last night, but I came into the TV room to find Yuy kissing you. You were fighting back, but he wouldn't let go," he growled.
"Shit, and let me guess, you got jealous?" His face turned into a look of pure rage.
"I wanted to kill him. I ripped you from him. I'm sorry that you hit the table," he said, his voice softening again.
"Ah, that's why my ass is sore. I thought it was my decent to the floor from the wall." I snickered, despite the pain it caused.
"That is my fault as well."
"What?"
"You intervened in our fight, and Yuy punched you in the chest, and I kicked you in the head, which sent you flying into the wall."
"YOU DID WHAT?!"
"I'm sorry, Duo. I did not mean for that to happen. It was dishonourable of me to do so." He made a move to leave the bed. I grabbed his arm, hard, and glared at him.
"You are *so* NOT leaving me right now. You are going to stay here, and we are going to talk. You were fighting for what? My honour? My love? Jealousy? What?" I sighed. "'Fei, I told you that I love you, and I *meant* it. Nothing is going to change that."
"I know, Duo, but you loved Yuy at one time." He was back to the growling again.
"Hmmm, I had to figure that out for myself. When he hit me, it was like a sign or something. I knew that no matter how much I cared for him, he would never be able to deal with it the same way I had to." I looked into his dark brown eyes. "You, on the other hand, have been incredibly gentle, except for the roundhouse to the head thing. I love you. Now, as for my honour, I am perfectly capable of dealing with that."
"I know. Haven't we had this discussion before?"
"Yes, but I don't think it sunk in too well. Now, jealousy… That's a big problem, Wufei." He flinched, which caused me to sigh. I kissed him soundly on the lips, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It's ok to be jealous, sometimes, but no more flying off the handle. Promise?"
"I promise."
"Good. Now, I want to sleep, so get comfortable, dammit. You are my pillow for the night. Wait! I want my CD back."
"I can go retrieve it," he said, a bit of the humour back in his eyes.
"That means you would have to move, right?"
"Yes."
"Then it can wait. I'm sleepy now, and I need my Wu-bear to snuggle with." He chuckled, lying down. I crawled up onto his chest, and soon I was asleep again, with 'Fei's hand stroking my back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up again cold and lonely, with the sound of rain hitting the window. "'Fei?" I called out to the empty room. I sat up, and then every muscle in my chest and stomach starting to revolt. Carefully, I laid back down, trying not to jar anything in the process.
I looked at the ceiling for what felt like hours, but it was probably only about twenty minutes. I have had this room for going on two or so weeks, and it was at that moment that I realized that it was a soft beige. So were the walls. It was like being in a hospital. And we all know how I feel about hospitals. You could imagine how relieved I was when someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!" I yelled, trying to sit back up. Wufei came in with a tray of what looked like food and something to drink. "'Fei! So, what did you bring me?" He smiled and looked down at the tray.
"Pancakes, blueberry this time, fresh-squeezed orange juice, toast, and some of those hideous sausage links you love so much," he said, his face curling up in a look of mock disgust.
"You spoil me."
"You deserve it, with what happened last night." He placed the tray on the desk, moving some of my books out of the way. "Would you like some help sitting up?"
"God, YES! Did you know that my ceiling is a soft beige? Like a hospital?" He smiled affectionately, walking across the room towards the bed. Gently, he lifted me until I was resting against the headboard of the bed, pillows keeping me comfy.
He then brought the tray over, and sat down carefully next to me. He kissed my forehead and looked me over. It was cute, but annoying, and my shirt was agitating the bandages.
"Hey, 'Fei, before I start eating, do ya think that you could help me take my shirt off?"
"Why?" He looked utterly perplexed.
"Because it's annoying, and rubbing against these bandages that Tro did last night. Besides, I've been in it since yesterday afternoon. Nobody bothered to help me change my clothes last night, and I didn't really care, with that headache and all. So, are you gonna help me, or not?" I smiled sweetly at him. He just shook his head.
"You are…insane. You know that, right?"
"Yes, now *help* me!" I said. He stood up.
"Fine. Fine." He moved the tray again, and gently removed my shirt. His face changed from soft to enraged in five seconds flat. I was worried.
"'Fei, what's wrong?" He scowled, and put my shirt in the dirty clothes hamper.
"Have you looked at your arms yet, Duo?"
"No."
"Do so." I looked. There were bright purple and blue bruises in the shape of hands on my upper arms.
"Holy fuck! Where in the hell did those come from?"
"You still do not remember everything from last night?"
"Um, I remember the part where I was yelling at you two idiots to stop fighting, but I don't remember why."
"As I told you last night, you were struggling to remove yourself from Yuy's grasp, but he wasn't relenting. Those," he waved his hand at the bruises. "Are the result of his hold on you."
"You know, as soon as I can move without pain sounding through out my whole body, I'm gonna kick his ass," I growled, which was followed by a rather loud protest from my stomach, of course. "Now, bring me that food, before I have to get out of this bed and get it myself." He glared at me.
"You will stay there. It is probably cool now, but the pancakes should be edible still."
"At this point, food is food, and it's still edible, even if it's stone cold." He placed the neglected tray in front of me, and before he could move it again, invited or not, I snatched up the fork and started eating the food ravenously.
"You, perchance, weren't hungry, were you?" I looked up to see him smirking at me. I pointed the fork at the spot he was sitting in earlier, trying to give him my best annoyed glare. He laughed, but sat down.
Good 'Fei. He knows what my non-verbal actions mean already. He didn't say anything as I ate, and well, my mouth was entirely too full to talk the whole time. When I was finished, 'Fei smiled, stood up, and moved the tray back on the desk, promptly returning to his designated spot on my bed.
"Is there anything you wished to do today?" he asked.
"Well, I *had* planned on tinkering with 'Scythe's cloaking device today, but I think that's a bit out of the question. Unless, you let me leave this room, that is." He scoffed.
"No, you are to rest. We need you as close to 100% as soon as possible," he said, moving around on the bed until he was next to me. "Besides, I want you healed, so I can hold you again without hurting you." I smiled at him, feeling everything inside me turn to warm mush. Who knew 'Fei was so romantic?
"So hold me now, silly."
"Are you in any pain?"
"A bit, but I've had worse." He carefully wrapped his arms around my waist, trying hard to avoid my ribs. "Hey, 'Fei, what time is it?"
"Well, it was about noon when I came up with your breakfast, so I suppose it's around one pm or so. Why?"
"Oh, no reason." I sat there quietly, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around me and the sound of his heart lulling my tired eyes into drooping. I felt myself drifting back to sleep, but I shook my head. "Oi, 'Fei, what to know what would make me really happy right now?"
He pulled away, a look of concern and worry creasing his forehead. I smiled, and kissed his furrowed face.
"Nothing like *that*, you pervert. I was talking about you letting me go down to the TV room and watching a movie with me." He sighed, obviously relieve that it was something so innocent.
"Letting you go down to the TV room? Why?"
"Because I don't want to be in bed all day. It's boring, unless I'm doing something, other than lying around watching the paint peel." He snickered, and then sighed.
"Fine, I will carry you downstairs, and will patiently watch a movie with you." He didn't sound like he thought any of that would be fun.
"Look, you don't *have* to. I'm sure I could call Trowa up here to help me downstairs, and Quatre could watch the movie with me." I smiled at him mischievously. He sputtered vehemently.
"You will do no such thing!" he yelled, but changed his tone of voice with the next sentence. "Would you like a bath before hand? Or later?"
I thought that over. I hadn't showered since the morning before. I had slept in clothes that I played around in with Tro. My lover and my 'friend' had trounced upon me. Hell yes, I wanted a shower or a bath. I didn't think I could stand up long enough for a shower, and my hair was probably going to be ok if I didn't wash it again.
"Now would be fine. Just let me put my braid up." He gave me a questioning glance.
"I'm not as flexible today as I was during our 'trip'. And, it's not a good idea for me to wash my hair everyday. It strips the natural oils that make it so shiny." Fei just nodded, moving off the bed, walked to the door, and opened it. He then returned to the bed, picked me up carefully, and carried me across the hall to the bathroom. I smiled.
"Lock the door." Wufei gave me this look that said, 'I'm going to do what you want, but I am going to be watching as well.' I stifled a giggle.
He *did* lock the door, but ran the bathwater, mixing in some of the bubbles that we "borrowed" from our 'trip', and when it was full, he helped me take my pants and boxers off, and put me in the warm water.
I sighed as the warm water massaged all my sore muscles, and all the pain I had been feeling before then just melted away. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, but I had no sooner forgotten where I was when a pair of calloused hands began move a washcloth across my limbs. I didn't open my eyes, but I did let all anxiety leave my body with a sigh.
"Are you ok, xin ai?" 'Fei said, sounding a little far off.
"Hmm, yes."
"Good. Just allowed me to do this."
"Wasn't thinking of doing otherwise." He scoffed, and ran the cloth down my legs. I can't tell you how sensual that was. Even with my eyes closed, I could picture his caramel hands traveling over my skin carefully. I was a bit worried that I would 'surprise' him with the reaction my body gave to *that* imagery, but I calmed down when he reached my cock and abdomen, and snickered.
"Am I being too delicate?" I shook my head.
"Nope. I just happen to find every movement you make sexual, even with my eyes shut." He laughed and rinsed me off.
"Well, you are clean now, Duo. Time to get dressed again." I opened my eyes.
"Lead the way, 'Fei." He gave me a very serious look, unplugged the tub, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my shoulders, and then cautiously lifted me out of the tub. "Ne, 'Fei, I *can* walk, as long as you help. I don't *need* to be carried around, though the sentiment is endearing." He thought about that, and I gave him a puppy-dog face.
"Would you prefer to walk?"
"Actually, yes." He thought that over too, draping the towel across me to cover a bigger area.
"I can see no problem with that, I suppose, but you *will* let me carry you down the staircase." I sighed at his stubbornness. He makes me seem open-minded sometimes.
"Fine, Wu-bear, what ever you say." He set me down on my own feet. I wobbled a little; the change in altitude was a *bit* sudden for me. I latched onto his arm, righted myself, and then wrapped the towel around my hips. He wound his arm around my waist, unlocked the door, and then helped me back to my room.
I grabbed some sweat pants that I forgot I even owned. Who knows, they might actually belong to Q… That's when I noticed the real problem. I wasn't going to be able to bend to put them on. Shit. Ah, but that's why I had my guilt-tripping lover for.
"Wu~fei? Would you be so kind as to help me put my pants on?" I asked in my sweetest voice. He looked over, and noticed the problem as well.
"Of course, Maxwell, and while I am at it, I will rewrap your chest. Your current bandages seem to be coming loose." I looked down, and sure enough, they were starting to unravel. No wonder I was in so much pain. Must have happened when I was all twisted next to my Wu-plushie last night. He helped me maneuver to the bed, put my pants on me, and quickly wrapped me back up. Done with the torturing, he stood up. "Are you ready?"
"Hell yes. I want out of this place!" Chuckling, he helped me out of my room, stopping only to shut my door, and then we slowly walked to the stairs.
When we reached the head of the stairs, he swooped me up in his arms, and delicately made his way down them.
"I could get used to this," I said when we reached the ground floor. "But, yanno, I *do* prefer being able to walk on my own. Now, put me down so we can go watch a movie." He did as I said, and soon, we were on the couch.
The table had disappeared. Frowning, I looked around for the remotes. Suddenly, a very happy looking Quatre was waving them in my face.
"Q-man! You are my savior, and 'Fei's too, because I would have made me look for those," I said.
"Duo! I am quite relieved to see you are able to walk around. I heard you two on the stairs, and I thought I would see how you were doing myself," he said, shooting a dark look at my lover. "Wufei was supposed to tell us how you were doing while you ate breakfast."
"Heh, well, you know what? I kinda kidnapped him, and made him stay with me, so it's not his fault. It's mine." I took the remotes from him. "Hey, I was gonna curl up with 'Fei on the couch and watch Dogma. You wanna watch it with us? Bring Trowa too. We can have like movie-time or something."
"You are watching that movie about God again?" Quatre sighed. "Well, it *was* rather funny. Ok, I'll go get Trowa, and we'll bring some snacks." He looked at 'Fei again. "Would you like something, Wufei?"
"Anything would be fine, Winner," he muttered.
"Great. I'll be back in a few minutes."
True to his word, Quatre returned with Trowa in tow, both carrying fruit and vegetables (yum) and popcorn.
"Damn!" I jumped at the curse, because I know I sure as hell *didn't* say it. Quatre put his snacks on the loveseat, and walked off.
"Um, someone care to explain?" I asked. Trowa placed his items on the loveseat as well.
"We seem to have forgotten that the coffee table was shattered in last night's… events. I think he went off to find a replacement," Tro said. "I think I should go help me, or we will be waiting for a while." He walked off, following his unusually irate lover. I looked at 'Fei, who seemed a little flushed.
"You ok, love? You seem… quieter than usual."
"No. I'm fine," was all he would say. I shrugged and watched as Trowa came in dragging a table, and Quatre followed, covered in dust.
"Well, we found it," the blond chirped. "Even if it *is* a bit dusty."
"Where did you find it? In the middle of a sand storm?" I asked. Quatre looked himself over.
"Um, not exactly, but the attic is not exactly someplace that is spotless." He grinned, dusting his clothes off.
"I found him like that, trying to drag this thing by himself." Trowa put the obviously heavy table down, and started moving the food onto it. When they had both gotten comfortable, I turned on the TV, switching the channel to the right one.
"Ready?" I looked at the other three. Wufei snorted, Q beamed, and Tro shrugged. Laying my head in 'Fei's lap carefully, I hit the play button.
We spent the next two hours quietly enjoying the movie, and eating all the snacks. Luckily, Tro had placed the table close enough to the couch so that I didn't have to strain myself to reach for the food.
When it was over, Q and T took all the bowls and such into the kitchen. That left me time alone with my lover. I looked at him. He was smiling, faintly, and stroking my braid.
"So, what did you think?" I asked him quietly.
"It was amusing. I enjoyed watching you watch it." I sat up, and then instantly regretted moving so quickly. Wufei instantly was trying to make me lay back down. Needless to say, I was irritated.
"God dammit, Wufei, I don't need two mother hens! It's bad enough that Q was shooting concerned looks at me throughout the whole movie! I've *had* worse!" I swung my legs off the couch, and tentatively made my way to the kitchen. I glared at Quatre until he turned around. "And the next stupid person who asks how I feel will get a fist. I promise." I stormed into the dining room, and collapsed into a chair. I was tired. It seems that yelling and stomping did nothing to keep the pain at bay, but it did act as one hell of a focal point while yelling.
Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't alone in the room anymore. I looked up, and in the doorway, there was Heero.
"Go away," I muttered.
He didn't say anything, but he also didn't do what I asked.
"I said GO AWAY, YUY!"
"Are you ok, Duo?" That was the last straw. I snapped up from the chair I was in, stormed over to him, punched him full force in the face, and then slunk back into the TV room, colliding into a solid, but warm mass. I looked up, to be greeted by warm brown eyes, oozing out worry.
"Duo?"
"Hide me, love. I just punched the hell out of Heero." He raised an eyebrow, but led me back to the couch.
"I take it you made good on your threat?" he asked.
"Yeah, and it's not my fault that Heero was the one who asked, though he deserved it. Bastard," I snarled, feeling strong arms wrap around me again. "Hm, I think I need a nap now." I punctuated that with a yawn. "Stay here."
"You aren't going bite my head off again, are you?"
I yawned again, cuddling up close to him. "Nope, not yet. Give me a while." He chuckled, the vibrations traveling through my body. Strangely enough, it felt good. Soon, I was sleeping again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up again slightly achy from the way I was positioned. I didn't open my eyes yet, because I was enjoying the quiet moment. I didn't want to spoil it. What? I can enjoy the peace and quiet just like any other person. Ok, so I talk. A lot. I just can't help it, but this is nice too. The moment was broken by Quatre's voice.
"Wufei, is Duo awake? Trowa and I reheated some leftovers from last night for dinner."
"Yes, he is. We will be in there in a moment. Thank you."
"No problem." I heard footsteps leaving. I slowly opened my eyes.
"You had to tell him?" He placed his book down. "Where did you get a book from?"
"Winner retrieved it from my room for me. I couldn't very well leave you, could I?" I smiled.
"Suppose not. So, dinner's ready?"
"It appears that way. Are you hungry?"
"A little."
"So, you will be able to eat a bit."
"Oi, 'Fei, did I really hit Heero?"
"Oh yes. The bruise is quite impressive. Winner says it is much nastier than the one I gave him."
Oh shit. Well, I *gave* him ample warnings. Not my fault if Heero wants to be a stubborn ass.
"Good. Help me to the dining room?"
"It would be my pleasure." We stood and walked into the dining room, only to find it empty. I looked at my lover, and he smiled. "Kitchen then."
"Yep." We made our way into the kitchen, finding Q and Tro already eating. "Hmmm… smells good." I walked over to the counter, and piled some Kung Po chicken with rice onto it, then carefully escorted the unprotected, and unsuspecting, food to the table, where I proceeded to wolf it down. "Tastes good too."
Quatre shook his head affectionately. "Nice work," he said, taking a bite of food. I looked up.
"Hmm?"
"You have officially out-done Wufei." I smirked.
"Yes, quite a few times." I winked at the now blushing Chinese teen sitting next to me.
"Maxwell," he growled. I smiled innocently at him.
"What?"
"Just eat, and don't talk."
Everyone laughed, and dinner continued on lightly, until a very purple-faced Heero walked in.
Wow! Quatre and 'Fei were right. It was quite an impressive bruise. Didn't think I had hit him that hard, but the proof was staring straight at me. He sat stonily in the only vacant chair, silently and quickly eating his plate of food, then left. I didn't want to talk much after that. I looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost quarter to nine, and I was tired again. I think there was something more going on here than the other three were letting on.
I cast a bleary look at Wufei. He seemed to be watching me again.
"Are you ok, Duo?" Trowa asked.
"Yeah, T-man, just a little tired again. I think I'm gonna go to bed. Nice dinner, by the way, Quatre." I stood from my chair, and when Wufei stood up with me, I didn't protest. I could barely move without feeling faint.
He allowed me to walk out of the kitchen on my own somewhat, but as soon as we were out of sight of the others, he swooped me up in his arms again, and carried me all the way to my room.
"Sleep, xin ai. I will check on you in a little while," he whispered, kissing my forehead. I watched him leave the room, leaving the door cracked slightly.
As soon as he was out of sight and I couldn't hear his footsteps, I raced over to my desk, booted up my laptop, and that's how I'm here now. I should probably get back in bed. I really am tired, but I wanted to write this down before I forgot. Hmm, I hear voices on the stairs. I'm going to bed, before 'Fei finds me typing, instead of sleeping.
A fucked up two days, hasn't it been?
~Duo Maxwell
(1)Shi de – Mandarin, "yes"
(2)Ji xu – Mandarin, "continue"
(3)Ai ma – Mandarin, let's just say, it's like saying "Fuck it", or "Dammit!"
(4)Hennuna – Arabic, dear, love; a term of endearment