Okay, well this here's a bit of an AU, but sort of not. The ages and names and all that other jazz are the same, but Wufei's been captured by the OZ military and they're holding him captive. There will probably be a bit of OOCness, seeing as this is my first Gundam Wing fic, so please don't be too harsh when you find them acting strangely. One of the first pairings I discovered was 13x5. and I fell in love with it immediately. I don't really know why, but those two just seem to fit, ne?
One more thing: I'm not altogether sure of the rating of this fic- I was considering putting it under M (R), but there was nothing overly explicit, so I put it as T (PG-13) instead. If anyone thinks the rating should be changed, tell me and I'll change it.
"Wufei Chang? Or, more correctly, Chang Wufei..."
Wufei sat slumped against the wall of the small room he was in, teeth bared. "I bet you're loving this, Khushrenada..." Treize regarded him with concern.
"I am glad to say quite the opposite is true. Did the guards hurt you?"
"Oh, a broken arm and a bruised spleen, you know, nothing major." Spat Wufei sarcastically. Treize knelt down beside him and felt his broken arm with care. Wufei winced but refused to cry out. He wouldn't show this bastard that he was afraid or in pain. "Wufei...may I call you Wufei?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"I could call you Mr. Chang if that is what you prefer."
"Wufei then. I won't have your lips sully the name of my family."
"As you wish. This arm is broken badly. Come, I'll take you to the medical bay." He offered his hand but Wufei ignored it. Treize sighed. "Wufei, what is making you so angry?"
"What's making me angry? Being the prisoner of someone like you, for a start!"
"And for and end? Or an in-between?" Treize enquired, pulling Wufei up and slinging him over his shoulder.
"You have no respect. This is undignifying! Put me down right now!"
"No. I'm afraid you're in no position to give orders, Wufei."
Wufei growled and struggled, but in his weakened state he was no match for Treize's seemingly iron grip. Beside that, his arm was aching horribly, and he was still smarting with embarrassment about being caught. It was supposed to be a routine spy mission, but he had been found out. Apparently he had been spotted on a camera somewhere, and then he had been chased down by a score of guards at least. He had been kicked and punched and dragged along the floor before being thrown into the room Treize had found him in. He supposed that it was probably a good thing that someone was helping him at last.
He had closed his eyes some few corridors previously, and pretended to have fallen asleep as Treize put him down on a bed. "Maria, can you please take care of his arm for me? He may have internal bleeding as well."
"Isn't he one of those gundam pilots?"
"Yes."
"But...he's our enemy! Wouldn't it be better to let him to die? To kill him even?" Wufei felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Maria, could you kill this young man in cold blood? I happen to know that his sixteenth birthday was just three weeks ago. I know that he is a proud warrior from an ancient clan, who is doing as he thinks best to help his people. He is from the colonies, of course. Even just knowing that tiny bit of information, and looking at him, could you kill him?" There was a long silence.
"No."
"That is my point exactly. Please treat him to the fullest of your ability, if not for his sake then for mine. I have no wish to see a man such as him die."
Wufei sat in the room- his cell- and fiddled with the bandages on his arm. He felt cold and tired, but he wouldn't allow himself to sleep. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, closing them for a moment. "You cannot sleep?" His eyes shot open and he tensed instinctively. It was Treize again.
"Wufei, are you too cold in here? You look freezing..."
"I'm fine." Wufei insisted, though he shivered as he said it. He still felt weak from whatever anaesthetic the nurse had given him, so he had not the energy to protest when Treize picked him up, putting him over his shoulder again. "You dishonour me. Why don't you just kill me now? Why didn't you kill me before?" He sniped, feeling decidedly angry with Treize for being so much stronger than him. He was already drifting off to sleep when Treize put him down on a soft, comfortable, deliciously warm bed.
"Goodnight, Wufei. I'll see you tomorrow." Afterwards, Wufei was never sure whether or not the kiss he felt on his cheek was real or imagined.
"Wufei? Are you okay?" Wufei turned, breathing heavily.
"I don't like...small spaces." He said in a low voice. "Although it shames me to admit such a thing to you." Treize looked around the small room...small cell...that Wufei had been put back into after spending the night in one of the guest bedrooms. "Then perhaps you wouldn't mind coming for a walk with me?"
"Are you not afraid that I would run away?"
"No. It isn't as if you would get very far." Wufei eyed him warily then nodded. Treize stood back to let him leave the room, then led him through a maze of corridors to a private garden...a massive private garden. Treize walked slightly ahead of him, not speaking. Wufei glared at the back of his head. "If I'm a prisoner, why are you treating me so nicely?" He asked. Treize paused and turned.
"What would I gain from treating you badly? However I treat you, you are going to stay here until your friends find you, and that will not be for a couple of weeks at least. I have no desire to antagonize you, or kill you, or harm you in any other way. Do you desire to kill me?"
"Often." Treize nodded and turned, then started walking again. Wufei followed him silently for a while, then spoke up again. "Who was it that saw me on the camera?"
"Me."
"You? The great Khushrenada has to man his own cameras now?"
"He does not have to. He chooses to." Treize replied, voice cool. "He believes that pride is a great thing, but can be taken too far very easily. The same with hatred and vengeance, and all too often, suspicion." Wufei took hold of Treize's arm and he turned, one eyebrow raised questioningly. Wufei glared up into his eyes then looked away. "Even if they come, I am not worthy to pilot Nataku."
"Is that the name of your gundam?" Wufei nodded. "What made you choose that name?"
"My wife..." Treize frowned.
"You have a wife?"
"I...had...a wife. She...died."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."
Wufei detected genuine sympathy in the general's voice and for some reason it sprung tears to his eyes. A hand closed over his shoulder and squeezed gently. "Don't cry, Wufei." His gentle words seemed to make more tears fill up Wufei's eyes until they spilled over, trickling down his face and dripping off his chin. Angrily, he wiped them away. "I will not cry for her before you! You caused her death!"
"I did?"
"You and your soldiers! You sent them to my colony and they killed her! How dare you stand there and say you're sorry!" Rage coursed through Wufei's veins and he leapt at Treize, hoping to hurt him, to cause him some pain or embarrassment even if he ended up dead in the process. However, neither punch nor kick connected; before Wufei knew what was happening, Treize had enfolded him in a warm embrace. "I am sorry for causing you pain, Wufei." Wufei took a deep breath but a sob still escaped his throat. Treize held him tighter, and Wufei found himself comforted by the warm, firm chest he was pressed up against.
He began to cry like a lost child, and Treize held him close, comforting him. When Wufei finally stopped crying he felt a wave of shame crash over himself. "I have shamed myself." He muttered, tugging himself out of Treize's arms.
"You have shamed no-one. When my Grandfather died, I cried for days. I was very close to him and it affected me deeply. He died on my birthday, as well...the twentieth of November...it still saddens me now."
"But you are no warrior. You have no pride or you would have killed me on that ship!"
"I did not kill you because you were...are...exquisitely beautiful. It would have been shameful to destroy such beauty." Wufei gasped and backed away a step. Treize watched him impassively.
"You...think I am beautiful?" Treize nodded, and Wufei came back a step, coming to stand about two feet from Treize. "No-one...has ever called me that."
"Most people are averse to stating the obvious." Wufei was suddenly suspicious and backed away again.
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You are lying, because no-one could ever think such a weak person was beautiful!" Treize frowned.
"Weak? You consider yourself to be weak?" Wufei turned and started to walk away but Treize caught hold of his arm and pulled him back. Wufei stumbled and fell against Treize's chest, and the older man held him there, clasped against himself tightly. "You are not weak, Wufei. Far from it." They stood in silence for another minute or so, then Treize slowly relinquished his hold. Wufei stayed where he was, reluctant to move away from Treize's comforting warmth.
Treize replaced his arms and Wufei sighed contentedly. In that instant, he was not a prisoner- he wasn't even a soldier. He was a person, finding warmth in another. It seemed a logical continuation, then, when Treize moved his hand from Wufei's waist to his chin, lifting his head and staring into his eyes. "I really did mean it when I said I found you beautiful." Before Wufei knew what was happening, Treize's lips had locked with his own, and somehow it felt so inexplicably good that Wufei couldn't pull himself away.
He moaned softly as Treize's tongue sneaked into his mouth and reached up, wrapping his arms around Treize's neck. Despite the strength of Treize's grip on his waist, the kiss was gentle. When Treize pulled away, Wufei gazed up at him, struck dumb. He tried to speak but the words stuck in his throat. "I'm sorry, Wufei."
"Sorry?" Wufei managed. Had Treize not meant to kiss him then?
"That was presumptuous of me. Forgive me."
"No..."
"You don't forgive me? Or you don't think it was presumptuous?"
"I...I..." Wufei looked up into Treize's eyes again and then yanked him down into another kiss, rougher than before. He felt Treize move his hands lower and pulled away, panting. "I..." He shivered, suddenly feeling the cold that had descended. Treize looked down at him with concern, stroking his cheek gently. "You're cold."
"Treize..." Whispered Wufei, tightening his arms around Treize's neck. "I..." Without warning, Treize lifted him up and started walking, while Wufei stared at him helplessly. This was Treize, Treize Khushrenada, leader of OZ- he shouldn't be feeling this way about him! He shouldn't be wanting to kiss him and be held by him and...Wufei found himself wondering if there could ever be anything more than that as well...
Treize opened a door and Wufei found himself in a huge room, high-ceilinged and wide, with an enormous fire burning at one end. He shifted Wufei in his arms and flicked a light switch. A huge chandelier came to life, illuminating the room. Treize let Wufei down gently, and Wufei stood there, unsure of what to do or say. He was infinitely confused, but that all seemed to melt away when Treize took his hand, leading him over to sit in front of the fire on a rug that felt as if it were made from velvet. But then, looking around the grandly furnished room, it probably -was- velvet...
Treize shrugged off his jacket and tossed it away onto a chair carelessly. Wufei gazed into the fire, considering his feelings. Did he...love Treize? Or was it just some kind of passing infatuation? He looked over at Treize where he lay on the floor, eyes closed, basking in the heat of the fire. Wufei watched the general's chest rising and falling and felt a distinct desire to reach out and touch it, to feel Treize's heart beating beneath his skin. He bit his lip nervously, then reached out a hand, resting it on Treize's stomach.
Treize didn't open his eyes, and Wufei realised that he had fallen asleep. His hand ventured higher, dancing briefly across Treize's torso and then moving up to stroke his cheeks and lips. It crossed his mind briefly that he could use this chance to escape, but he found himself not wanting to. He wanted to stay there, close to Treize. It was like a sort of twisted magnetism that drew him to lay down next to his sworn enemy and fall asleep listening to him breathing.
So, for the first chapter of my first Gundam fic, was it okay? There are another two chapters, I'll probably post one a day till they're all up. Reviews would be much appreciated!
