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The next few days after that were spent caring for Wufei. Not that anything was wrong with him, in fact he seemed quite all right, maybe just a little subdued. But after hearing what had gone on while the Chinese pilot had been in the OZ prison, the others felt that a little bit of extra attention wouldn't hurt. And so the following happened.
"Here, Wufei. I made your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes." Quatre offered a plate piled with pancakes to Wufei who glanced at it a little hesitantly.
"Thanks, Quatre. But you really didn't have to." Wufei looked at Quatre, flattered and a little uncomfortable at the huge pile of pancakes.
"Nonsense." The blond smiled widely and placed the plate in front of Wufei. "No more than you would have done for me."
"But…"
"There you are!" Duo came into the room, grinning widely. Pulling Wufei, out of his seat, he wrapped an arm around his waist and started to lead him out of the room. "Come on! Lets go to the lake. You've been wanting to go swim for ages. The water is just the right temperature."
Wufei tried to get a word in between, trying to protest, but to no avail. "But, Duo, I-"
"Wufei!" Trowa called. "Hey. You wanted to see the bike, didn't you? Come on. I am going to the garage to work on it. You can come along."
"But Trowa," Duo protested. "Wufei was going to the lake with me!"
"Duo!" Quatre admonished, coming out of the kitchen. "Wufei hasn't eaten his breakfast yet!"
"Quatre, he's been wanting to see the bike. He could really help me out-" Trowa protested.
Wufei stood amidst all of this watching helplessly, when Heero came downstairs. He took one look at what was going on and strode over to them. Catching Wufei's wrist in his hand, he tugged the other forward and calmly said to the others.
"He's coming with me."
That tone booked no arguments, not that any of them had a chance to since Heero had stalked off with Wufei in tow.
Walking until they reached the clearing where Heero often practiced his katas, the Japanese pilot let go of Wufei's wrist and walked beside him.
"Feel better?" Heero asked, lips curving into a small smile.
Wufei laughed. A joyous laugh that rang through the trees. Heero's heart welled up with love and he realized just how much this young pilot meant to him.
"Oh, Thank you, Heero!" He said smiling. "They were getting to be too much."
Hero shrugged walking forward a few spaced. "They just worry."
Wufei snorted softly. "Yeah. I know. I mean, the attention is nice but a little overwhelming, you know?"
Now it was Heero's turn to laugh. "Yeah, Duo felt the same way when he confessed."
"Confessed?" Wufei frowned. He had suspected that something similar had happened to the American earlier, but never knew for sure.
"Yeah. Something similar happened to him as a child on L2. But it was much worse. He had nightmares for so long but it didn't make it any better. After he told us, he thought we would reject him, that I would reject him." Heero chuckled. "Silly baka."
"So what did you do?" Wufei was curious as to what Heero would have done in such a situation. The Japanese pilot was showing a side that Wufei didn't know he had. A very gentle and tender side. He was starting to like it.
"I held him. For days after. He seemed…almost desperate for touch. I held him and told him that…I would never leave him. I would never touch him unless he wanted me to. And…that I would never hurt him."
"Somehow, that seemed to offer the greatest amount of comfort to him." Heero shrugged, turning and walking towards Wufei. The Chinese pilot seemed almost at peace with him.
"And now, I offer the same to you. I will never leave you. I will never touch you unless you want me to. And I will never hurt you. You mean more to me now than you might ever know. I would sooner die than cause any harm to you." Heero's eyes were dark and intense on his own onyx orbs. Wufei shivered at the forcefulness of the words. He was in awe of how much Heero seemed to love him.
"Wufei, I…I need to tell you something." Heero blurted out. His mind was in turmoil, finally going to confess his sin. But Wufei misunderstood. Reaching up a hand, he placed it over Heero's lips, effectively shutting him up.
"No, its okay. I understand. You don't have to tell me anything." The raven-haired pilot smiled tenderly at Heero, before brushing a few bangs out of his face.
"But Wu-"
Wufei 'tsked' and stepped closer, slipping a hand behind Heero's neck and pulling his lips down to meet his own. Any words Heero might have said were swallowed into Wufei's mouth.
The kiss was slow, tender. Though Wufei had initiated it, he seemed rather hesitant and explorative. Heero let him go at his own pace, not doing anything, except slowly responding to the kiss. It wasn't until Wufei grabbed his arms and pulled that he wrapped them around the small waist. Sighing with pleasure, Wufei looped his own arms around Heero's neck, pulling him flush against his body. This was heaven.
Moaning softly, Heero tightened his arms around Wufei as he fought to keep his control. But lords! The kiss was so sweet and gentle that Heero thought he would weep. His mind was hazy with pleasure, every nerve end tingling. He dared to slowly run his tongue over Wufei's full lower lip, asking permission. Wufei parted his lips readily and Heero slipped his tongue in, exploring the warm recess.
Wufei moaned, his knees buckling. This was getting to be too much. Luckily since he was wrapped in Heero's arms, he managed to stay upright. Surely the Japanese pilot must have felt it too. A small whimper escaped involuntarily as Heero pulled back, losing the warmth.
Faces flushed, they gazed at each other for long moments. Reaching behind Wufei, Heero brought one hand up and tugged the hairband that held together Wufei's silky locks free. Soft black hair fell like a raven's wings on either side of his face, framing the exotic features.
"Beautiful…" Heero murmured softly, brushing back a few stray hairs and tucking it behind a ear. "My beautiful dragon."
Wufei flinched and pulled away abruptly. Heero let him go, frowning. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Wufei ducked his head, wrapping his arms around himself to displace the sudden chill that had settled over him. "He…He called me…that." He whispered out, almost inaudibly. But Heero heard, his eyes widening.
"I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know." Heero stammered out. "Forgive me, love." He said softly, wanting to reach and draw the other pilot back into his embrace but hesitant to do so.
Wufei shook his head. "No. no, its okay. My fault. You're not him. I know that." Looking up at Heero's stricken face, he said out loud. "It just…brings back memories."
Heero could feel his heart clenching, wanting to comfort the other. "Can I…Can I hold you, love?"
Wufei nodded slowly. Sighing, Heero stepped forward and enfolded the other pilot in his arms, one hand rubbing his back tenderly while the other threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp. He murmured soft reassurances, apologizing once in a while for his blunder.
Wufei slowly relaxed and melted against Heero. No, this was not him. He would never hold him so tenderly or offer comfort. This was Heero. Not…him.
Pulling back, he kissed Heero again softly. Kisses were the one thing that hadn't been tainted. That…man had done things to him that would make a pervert cover his ears in horror but never had he kissed him. It was the only thing that was pure enough to share with Heero and Duo.
"You about ready to go back?" Heero murmured against Wufei's pliant lips, placing a few soft kisses at the corners. Wufei hummed, which could be taken as an affirmative or otherwise. Chuckling, the Japanese pilot lead them back towards the mansion, looping one arm around Wufei's waist and hugging him close.
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huh? What…
This was Heero's thought as he was rudely awakened in the middle of the night. Looking at the digital clock on the side table, he read the time. 2:17. Why was he even awake at this ungodly hour?
A small whimper sounded beside him. Sitting up immediately, he turned on the side table lamp and turned towards Wufei. It was his turn to stay with the young pilot this night.
The smaller pilot was whimpering helplessly, arms over his head as though fending off blows and his body curled into a ball. A sharp cry escaped his lips and a hard shudder coursed through his body.
"Wufei." Heero called out. "Fei, wake up. It's okay. No one's going to hurt you. Please. Wake up…" Reaching over, he gathered the trembling pilot into his arms and rocked him gently. "Sh. It's okay. I'm here. Wake up. You're safe. No one can hurt you here. I'm here. I'll always be here. Wake up…"
Nothing seemed to be working. Wufei whimpered and shuddered, curling into an even tighter ball. Suddenly his body went taut, eyes clenched shut and then they popped open as a scream threatened to tear through his throat. Instead, he could feel arms holding him, whispered words passing.
"Heero?" He called, hating that his voice trembled. The arms tightened, pulling him against a solid chest.
"I'm here, love." Heero assured him. "Are you okay?" He didn't like the way the other still trembled.
"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine." Wufei lied, trying to pull out of the other's embrace. But he couldn't even make it on to his knees before he collapsed back on to Heero.
"It hurts! So bad, Heero!" he whimpered clutching the silk pajama shirt. Then in a hushed pained voice, he continued. "I can feel the blood running down my thighs."
Heero drew his breath in sharply and held the other closer. "Sh. Love. It's okay. I'm here. You're safe. There's no blood. It's okay. Calm down…" Heero continued his monologue in a hushed voice, until the trembling ceased. They simply sat on the bed, holding each other for a long time, one offering comfort and the other accepting it.
After a while, Wufei pulled back, ducking his head as he muttered. "Sorry. Didn't mean to-" his words were cut off as Heero cupped his face and turned it towards him.
"Don't you dare." He growled. "Don't you dare apologize for needing me. I would give my right arm to ensure your happiness. You needed me. There is nothing to be sorry for. Understand?"
Eyes wide and shocked, Wufei could only nod. "Good. Now lets go back to sleep." Drawing up the covers, he lay down beside Wufei and turned off the light. A few moments passed. Both knew that the other was not asleep.
"Heero?"
"hm?"
"Could you…hold me?" a pause. "Please?"
"Of course." Heero turned and pulled Wufei into his arms, settling him to rest his head against his chest.
"I just…don't want to have that nightmare again."
"I understand, love. When I find that bastard, he's going to wish he never laid a hand on you. I'll kill him."
"No."
Heero blinked surprised, not that Wufei could see it. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"The revenge will be mine. He took my pride and shattered it. I will be the one to decide his fate. By my hands."
"Wufei, I can't-"
"What would you have done?" Heero had no answer. "Go to sleep, now. We'll talk later."
Heero relented but he was worried.
A few days later, Heero was looking for Wufei. Duo had planned to go to a movie today and had wanted Wufei to come along. But strangely the Chinese pilot was nowhere to be found.
"Wufei? You in there?" He called as he opened the door to the other pilot's room. Nope, not there either. Heero turned to go out when something on the bed caught his eye. Walking over, he picked up a piece of paper lying on the bed. Reading the note, his eyes widened and he started out the door.
"Shit! DUO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sorry for the delay! But I did try to make this chapter longer! 8 reviews until the next chapter…
Disclaimer: Don't own them…
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The next few days after that were spent caring for Wufei. Not that anything was wrong with him, in fact he seemed quite all right, maybe just a little subdued. But after hearing what had gone on while the Chinese pilot had been in the OZ prison, the others felt that a little bit of extra attention wouldn't hurt. And so the following happened.
"Here, Wufei. I made your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes." Quatre offered a plate piled with pancakes to Wufei who glanced at it a little hesitantly.
"Thanks, Quatre. But you really didn't have to." Wufei looked at Quatre, flattered and a little uncomfortable at the huge pile of pancakes.
"Nonsense." The blond smiled widely and placed the plate in front of Wufei. "No more than you would have done for me."
"But…"
"There you are!" Duo came into the room, grinning widely. Pulling Wufei, out of his seat, he wrapped an arm around his waist and started to lead him out of the room. "Come on! Lets go to the lake. You've been wanting to go swim for ages. The water is just the right temperature."
Wufei tried to get a word in between, trying to protest, but to no avail. "But, Duo, I-"
"Wufei!" Trowa called. "Hey. You wanted to see the bike, didn't you? Come on. I am going to the garage to work on it. You can come along."
"But Trowa," Duo protested. "Wufei was going to the lake with me!"
"Duo!" Quatre admonished, coming out of the kitchen. "Wufei hasn't eaten his breakfast yet!"
"Quatre, he's been wanting to see the bike. He could really help me out-" Trowa protested.
Wufei stood amidst all of this watching helplessly, when Heero came downstairs. He took one look at what was going on and strode over to them. Catching Wufei's wrist in his hand, he tugged the other forward and calmly said to the others.
"He's coming with me."
That tone booked no arguments, not that any of them had a chance to since Heero had stalked off with Wufei in tow.
Walking until they reached the clearing where Heero often practiced his katas, the Japanese pilot let go of Wufei's wrist and walked beside him.
"Feel better?" Heero asked, lips curving into a small smile.
Wufei laughed. A joyous laugh that rang through the trees. Heero's heart welled up with love and he realized just how much this young pilot meant to him.
"Oh, Thank you, Heero!" He said smiling. "They were getting to be too much."
Hero shrugged walking forward a few spaced. "They just worry."
Wufei snorted softly. "Yeah. I know. I mean, the attention is nice but a little overwhelming, you know?"
Now it was Heero's turn to laugh. "Yeah, Duo felt the same way when he confessed."
"Confessed?" Wufei frowned. He had suspected that something similar had happened to the American earlier, but never knew for sure.
"Yeah. Something similar happened to him as a child on L2. But it was much worse. He had nightmares for so long but it didn't make it any better. After he told us, he thought we would reject him, that I would reject him." Heero chuckled. "Silly baka."
"So what did you do?" Wufei was curious as to what Heero would have done in such a situation. The Japanese pilot was showing a side that Wufei didn't know he had. A very gentle and tender side. He was starting to like it.
"I held him. For days after. He seemed…almost desperate for touch. I held him and told him that…I would never leave him. I would never touch him unless he wanted me to. And…that I would never hurt him."
"Somehow, that seemed to offer the greatest amount of comfort to him." Heero shrugged, turning and walking towards Wufei. The Chinese pilot seemed almost at peace with him.
"And now, I offer the same to you. I will never leave you. I will never touch you unless you want me to. And I will never hurt you. You mean more to me now than you might ever know. I would sooner die than cause any harm to you." Heero's eyes were dark and intense on his own onyx orbs. Wufei shivered at the forcefulness of the words. He was in awe of how much Heero seemed to love him.
"Wufei, I…I need to tell you something." Heero blurted out. His mind was in turmoil, finally going to confess his sin. But Wufei misunderstood. Reaching up a hand, he placed it over Heero's lips, effectively shutting him up.
"No, its okay. I understand. You don't have to tell me anything." The raven-haired pilot smiled tenderly at Heero, before brushing a few bangs out of his face.
"But Wu-"
Wufei 'tsked' and stepped closer, slipping a hand behind Heero's neck and pulling his lips down to meet his own. Any words Heero might have said were swallowed into Wufei's mouth.
The kiss was slow, tender. Though Wufei had initiated it, he seemed rather hesitant and explorative. Heero let him go at his own pace, not doing anything, except slowly responding to the kiss. It wasn't until Wufei grabbed his arms and pulled that he wrapped them around the small waist. Sighing with pleasure, Wufei looped his own arms around Heero's neck, pulling him flush against his body. This was heaven.
Moaning softly, Heero tightened his arms around Wufei as he fought to keep his control. But lords! The kiss was so sweet and gentle that Heero thought he would weep. His mind was hazy with pleasure, every nerve end tingling. He dared to slowly run his tongue over Wufei's full lower lip, asking permission. Wufei parted his lips readily and Heero slipped his tongue in, exploring the warm recess.
Wufei moaned, his knees buckling. This was getting to be too much. Luckily since he was wrapped in Heero's arms, he managed to stay upright. Surely the Japanese pilot must have felt it too. A small whimper escaped involuntarily as Heero pulled back, losing the warmth.
Faces flushed, they gazed at each other for long moments. Reaching behind Wufei, Heero brought one hand up and tugged the hairband that held together Wufei's silky locks free. Soft black hair fell like a raven's wings on either side of his face, framing the exotic features.
"Beautiful…" Heero murmured softly, brushing back a few stray hairs and tucking it behind a ear. "My beautiful dragon."
Wufei flinched and pulled away abruptly. Heero let him go, frowning. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Wufei ducked his head, wrapping his arms around himself to displace the sudden chill that had settled over him. "He…He called me…that." He whispered out, almost inaudibly. But Heero heard, his eyes widening.
"I-I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know." Heero stammered out. "Forgive me, love." He said softly, wanting to reach and draw the other pilot back into his embrace but hesitant to do so.
Wufei shook his head. "No. no, its okay. My fault. You're not him. I know that." Looking up at Heero's stricken face, he said out loud. "It just…brings back memories."
Heero could feel his heart clenching, wanting to comfort the other. "Can I…Can I hold you, love?"
Wufei nodded slowly. Sighing, Heero stepped forward and enfolded the other pilot in his arms, one hand rubbing his back tenderly while the other threaded into his hair, massaging his scalp. He murmured soft reassurances, apologizing once in a while for his blunder.
Wufei slowly relaxed and melted against Heero. No, this was not him. He would never hold him so tenderly or offer comfort. This was Heero. Not…him.
Pulling back, he kissed Heero again softly. Kisses were the one thing that hadn't been tainted. That…man had done things to him that would make a pervert cover his ears in horror but never had he kissed him. It was the only thing that was pure enough to share with Heero and Duo.
"You about ready to go back?" Heero murmured against Wufei's pliant lips, placing a few soft kisses at the corners. Wufei hummed, which could be taken as an affirmative or otherwise. Chuckling, the Japanese pilot lead them back towards the mansion, looping one arm around Wufei's waist and hugging him close.
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huh? What…
This was Heero's thought as he was rudely awakened in the middle of the night. Looking at the digital clock on the side table, he read the time. 2:17. Why was he even awake at this ungodly hour?
A small whimper sounded beside him. Sitting up immediately, he turned on the side table lamp and turned towards Wufei. It was his turn to stay with the young pilot this night.
The smaller pilot was whimpering helplessly, arms over his head as though fending off blows and his body curled into a ball. A sharp cry escaped his lips and a hard shudder coursed through his body.
"Wufei." Heero called out. "Fei, wake up. It's okay. No one's going to hurt you. Please. Wake up…" Reaching over, he gathered the trembling pilot into his arms and rocked him gently. "Sh. It's okay. I'm here. Wake up. You're safe. No one can hurt you here. I'm here. I'll always be here. Wake up…"
Nothing seemed to be working. Wufei whimpered and shuddered, curling into an even tighter ball. Suddenly his body went taut, eyes clenched shut and then they popped open as a scream threatened to tear through his throat. Instead, he could feel arms holding him, whispered words passing.
"Heero?" He called, hating that his voice trembled. The arms tightened, pulling him against a solid chest.
"I'm here, love." Heero assured him. "Are you okay?" He didn't like the way the other still trembled.
"Yeah…yeah, I'm fine." Wufei lied, trying to pull out of the other's embrace. But he couldn't even make it on to his knees before he collapsed back on to Heero.
"It hurts! So bad, Heero!" he whimpered clutching the silk pajama shirt. Then in a hushed pained voice, he continued. "I can feel the blood running down my thighs."
Heero drew his breath in sharply and held the other closer. "Sh. Love. It's okay. I'm here. You're safe. There's no blood. It's okay. Calm down…" Heero continued his monologue in a hushed voice, until the trembling ceased. They simply sat on the bed, holding each other for a long time, one offering comfort and the other accepting it.
After a while, Wufei pulled back, ducking his head as he muttered. "Sorry. Didn't mean to-" his words were cut off as Heero cupped his face and turned it towards him.
"Don't you dare." He growled. "Don't you dare apologize for needing me. I would give my right arm to ensure your happiness. You needed me. There is nothing to be sorry for. Understand?"
Eyes wide and shocked, Wufei could only nod. "Good. Now lets go back to sleep." Drawing up the covers, he lay down beside Wufei and turned off the light. A few moments passed. Both knew that the other was not asleep.
"Heero?"
"hm?"
"Could you…hold me?" a pause. "Please?"
"Of course." Heero turned and pulled Wufei into his arms, settling him to rest his head against his chest.
"I just…don't want to have that nightmare again."
"I understand, love. When I find that bastard, he's going to wish he never laid a hand on you. I'll kill him."
"No."
Heero blinked surprised, not that Wufei could see it. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"The revenge will be mine. He took my pride and shattered it. I will be the one to decide his fate. By my hands."
"Wufei, I can't-"
"What would you have done?" Heero had no answer. "Go to sleep, now. We'll talk later."
Heero relented but he was worried.
A few days later, Heero was looking for Wufei. Duo had planned to go to a movie today and had wanted Wufei to come along. But strangely the Chinese pilot was nowhere to be found.
"Wufei? You in there?" He called as he opened the door to the other pilot's room. Nope, not there either. Heero turned to go out when something on the bed caught his eye. Walking over, he picked up a piece of paper lying on the bed. Reading the note, his eyes widened and he started out the door.
"Shit! DUO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sorry for the delay! But I did try to make this chapter longer! 8 reviews until the next chapter…
