All I Wanted Was A Kiss
Gundam Wing shounen ai fanfiction by Tan

This is an attempt at humor; I haven't done humor in a long time, if I can say that I ever have. ::shrug:: . Humor and sap! It was going to be a lemon, but I dunno... too tame, I think...

Warnings: shounen ai (1x2, 3x4, 5x13, with no special connotations on who's on top), loose rating of R. Sap, odd humor (very odd), Duo's P.O.V., sinister Quatre, worldly Wufei. And this is one of those 'school' fics, where they're all at the same school, yadda yadda, non-timeline, but we can pretend can't we?

Revised, Completed 10/04

Note: I can't remember who called Wufei 'little dragon' first... Some lovely fic elsewhere... homage, here, then. .

All I Wanted Was A Kiss
PART 6

The door opened inward with an ominous creak; the hinges either needed to be oiled, or this was an omen, definitely an omen... I started sweating, and wringing my hands nervously. I wondered if I could make it to the end of the hall before the dragon-- er, Wufei, gobbled up Quatre...

I dunno. The guy runs pretty fast, and Quatre wouldn't be much of a mouthful... Alas, my thought processes were too slow. A puff of acrid smoke swirling from the door heralded our doom...

I heard Quare sniffing suddenly, and he smiled dazzlingly. "Incense?"

I sniffed reluctantly; well yes, the smoke wasn't acrid, and it smelled a lot like pine. Still.

Wufei scowled at the pair of us, and dragged his dark eyes slowly, deliberately to his door knob where the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was swinging cheerfully. He looked up at us with a meaningful brow raised.

"Quatre said we should knock even though that sign was there I totally said we should wait till tomorrow and not disturb you but Quatre wouldn't listen--" jab

Quatre, who wouldn't listen, rammed his elbow into the tender space between my lower ribs. He's got a sharp elbow, lemme tell ya. Completely uncalled for-- it was!

"You're lucky that wasn't your ass," he added menacingly. His pink tongue darted out between his lips in a 'brief' moment of immaturity, then he turned to Wufei to repair the damage my runaway mouth had inflicted. I clutched my lower cheeks protectively, earning more than an unnerved stare from Wufei for it.

Somebody had to protect my investments. Investments, ass, either were very near and dear to me. Especially my ass.

"We need your help," Quatre soothed. He smiled gently at Wufei, who hardly seemed affected by such a show of innocence. He stood resolutely inside his doorway, effectively blocking our view or our entry inside. Could this be a hint?

"With what?" Wufei demanded suspiciously. "If it's one of Maxwell's practical jokes I'm shutting this door and not opening it until Monday--" He started to step back into his room and shut the door. I would have let him-- Wufei? Seduction? Just didn't add up-- But...

... soft, burning lips quivering and breathing rapidly, whispering unintelligible things, things that sounded like a prayer, or a plea... one kiss...

With my resolution much firmer (not to mention other parts... well, not to mention them), I threw myself at Wufei's door, squeezing my hands into the waning space between frame and wood. Quatre apparently had the same idea because I lunged into and with him. Our combined force and speed was no match for Wufei's startled, and rather horrified screech.

We tumbled inside as the door crashed open. Quatre flattened Wufei, and I flattened Quatre, creating a sandwich of Gundam pilots on Wufei's hardwood floor. The smell of wafting pine flavored smoke grew stronger, and I coughed lightly.

Wait a minute, I didn't cough. And Quatre and Wufei can't breathe (oops). I strained my neck muscles to look around the misty room. There was someone on Wufei's bed. Did Wufei have a roommate?

"... friends of yours, little dragon?"