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 8"One."
"Yeah, just one."
"Then what do you need my help for? It's just one--"
"One?"
This conversation was getting old.
"That's all Duo wants," Quatre insisted.
He was sitting beside me on the floor in front of Wufei (and Treize's) bed, because we were good little boys and it was funny watching Wufei try to squirm from Treize's firm grip. It was like watching a fly in a spider's web, writhing desperately to escape.
How come they never show this on the Discovery Channel?!
"What do you want, then?" Wufei demanded from beneath his pillow. He'd smashed it over his head when Treize began nibbling on his ear. "If it's as ludicrous as Maxwell's 'desires'" Wufei paused to snort "you're on your own. I don't see why you came to me anyway--"
"You have Treize," Quatre interrupted brightly. "Who better to instruct us in the art of seduction, than you? You've managed to get our enemy in the sack, and he seems quite content to stay there!"
While I expected Quatre's giggling admonition to make Wufei blush, I didn't expect the look of utter surprise on Treize's face. He studied Quatre's gentle smile for a moment, then looked down at his suddenly very silent bed mate.
"You, got me, 'in the sack'?" Treize repeated wistfully. Wufei tried to bury himself further beneath the pillow. "Wherever did they get that idea?"
Poor Quatre looked bewildered. "You mean Wufei didn't seduce you?"
Wufei was now a minuscule ball, curled defensively, and hoping vainly to disappear from sight. "I never said I did!" He whimpered.
Treize's smile could have been one of supreme amusement, or of completely carnal interests. He smoothed out the bed sheet over Wufei's back.
"My, my, little dragon. They're more confident in your-- capabilities-- than you are."
Wufei didn't respond.
I think he smothered himself under all those pillows...
"Oh," Quatre's plan deflated with an undignified whoosh "So Wufei didn't... Oh."
Wufei didn't seduce Treize. Treize seduced Wufei. Now that sounds more appropriate, I admitted. Quite disappointing, too.
One kiss. All I wanted. Such a simple request, nothing big. I'd need help, but one would swear it impossible to obtain.
Quatre's sniffle was my only warning. He was suddenly wrapping one arm around my neck and sobbing quite loudly. I felt my chin quiver, and tears gathering.
"We're never going to get laid!" I shrieked.
Commence breakdown, and abandonment of all hope. We blubbered like fools on Wufei's floor, holding each other for comfort but finding only despair--
WHACK
"Get a hold of yourselves," Wufei snarled, past the twinkling stars swirling around my head. He shook his head in disgust, and shuffled back to the bed, trusty iron pillow in hand. He continued ranting, unaffected by our dazed expressions.
"You will get laid because Yuy and Barton are about as desperate as you two are. Well, not as desperate; they never came crawling to me and they most certainly never bawled like children--"
I swatted away the lingering spots in my vision, obtained from being cracked over the head with the Pillow of Doom. Wufei was insulting my pride, my dignity, my manhood--!! Wait... did he just say Heero and Trowa were interested?!p> Quatre had caught that as well. He'd managed to brush off the attack with more finesse than I, so he was able to catch Wufei's pant leg before he could retreat to the bed. Wufei paused to give him a withering glare, but was suddenly under the damning influence of those shimmering blue eyes.
"Wufei," Quatre whispered pitifully. "What do you know about Trowa and Heero? Have-- have they said anything?" Quatre's eyes rose another notch on the 'Irresistible Scale' by going into Ultra Shimmery Overdrive. "Please Wufei--"
Whoa, I thought only Quatre had that nerve twitch--
"As I've said," Wufei ground out between clenched teeth. He was a strong man, to resist Quatre's wiles. I would have thrown myself (further) to the ground at Quatre's feet, begging for mercy from The Eyes. "You're all transparent. Mooning after each other-- it's sickening. And Treize will help you just to get you the hell out of my room--"
"Really?" Quatre breathed. He was dragged a few feet forward by his death grip on Wufei's pants. Quatre turned his head (think The Exorcist) to bestow the enemy among us with the pleasure/pain of his Look.
I cheered silently, and gave Treize full marks for covering his eyes. Wufei managed to shake Quatre off of his leg, somehow, and he dove into the bed. Treize wrapped him in sheets, and cuddled him like the teddy bear Wufei was not.
The night looked more optimistic. Quatre hugged me joyously, and we wiggled closer to the bed, as instructor Treize and his assistant Ms. Wufei (who didn't like to be called Ms. Wufei, but was hailed as such anyway) began their lessons.
Thirty minutes into the session, Wufei snapped, again, and started swinging the pillow, yelling something about sleep and come back tomorrow after dawn preferably. Quatre and I made a hasty retreat (we ran like terrified chickens, but it could have been easily confused with a dignified flight).
One; one sweet moment. A millisecond, if necessary. That's all I needed (although I wanted much more). It seemed within my grasp! Tomorrow, I continued dreamily. A kiss...
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