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

All I Wanted Was A Kiss
PART 7

The cool seductive voice was emanating from the half reclining figure of Treize Kushrenada (an also half naked Treize, might I add). Only a bare slip of a sheet covered his lower extremities, and the rest was liable to run rampant with one's imagination. My imagination decided to go frolicking in the moonlight...

I started to drool. Quatre let out an indignant shout when my drool drizzled onto his shirt, and I was shoved unceremoniously away from the dog pile. Wufei struggled and hissed like a wild cat, and started trying to herd Quatre and I out of the room.

"Out! I can't believe you two would invade my privacy like this--!!"

I interrupted him with an insistent tug to his shirt. He glared daggers at me, but I had to know--

"Is Treize your roommate? Because if he is then I seriously think I got gypped-- I mean, Heero won't even take off his pants in front of me, much less get in my bed stark naked--!"

"Hmm," Quatre warbled in agreement. He was leaning toward the bed, reaching to lift up the sheet from Treize. I saw a sudden blur of skin and heard a sharp smack! Quatre withdrew his hand as if scalded, and gave Wufei's hovering, menacing form, a hurt look.

"I want you out of this room before I can no longer restrain myself from doing you both bodily harm--!" I winced as Wufei's voice rose and strained to a near shrill scream. I started crawling toward the door because, see, I know when I'm not wanted.

"But Wufei," Quatre sniffled. There was that insane change of depth again; from perverted tendencies to kicked puppy dog mode. I risked a look back, from my retreat in the doorway. "Duo and I need your help to seduce Heero and Trowa!"

"I don't care!" Wufei snapped. Really, truly snapped. He grabbed the nearest thing-- ooh, Treize's face went about as red as Wufei's after that grab-- then a pillow narrowly missed taking Quatre's head off. He scrambled back, convinced now of his own mortality and Wufei's desire to strip it from him. I waited bravely at the door for Quatre's safe return--

Run, flee! Save your self! What ever happened to 'run from dragon, trip your friend'?!

Before I could witness the murder of a close friend, Treize rose from the bed and tucked the sheet close around his waist, although what semblance of modesty he hoped to achieve was lost on me. He approached Wufei from behind and caught his wildly flailing arms firmly. Wufei froze as Treize kissed his neck, then he melted.

Now that is talent. Watch and learn, kiddos; how to slay a dragon. I grinned stupidly.

Treize looked up from his deep contemplation of which inch of Wufei's neck to pursue, and winked at Quatre and I.

"We'll be glad to help," he purred, then nibbled lightly on Wufei's ear.

I melted.