Chapter 3: Sorting Things Out

Wufei sat at his desk, anxiously clicking his pen and glaring at the clock. It was almost as if he thought the clock would wilt under his gaze like most people did and move faster. He wanted to get out of that classroom now.

His reason for being in such a hurry? He was worried about Quatre. That morning he'd seen the little blonde go running out of the cafeteria looking like he was about to cry. It had taken several minutes to find out what had happened. He'd been furious. But before he could do anything about it, the tardy bell had rung, and he'd been herded into class with all of the other students. Then, several minutes later, Trowa had walked into class and told the teacher that Quatre was sick. That had gotten a snicker from the group of boys sitting behind Wufei; their leader had been the one to tease the sensitive boy. Wufei still wasn't sure what they'd teased him about exactly, but clearly it had hit a nerve.

Now Wufei wasn't sure what he would do first; go check on the little blonde, or beat the shit out of the asshole that dared mess with his Quatre. Wufei grimaced. He's not yours. Not yet. You still need to get up the courage to tell him how you feel. He chewed his lip, clicking the pen faster than ever. It's been a year, dammit! Get some balls and tell him how you feel!

"Mister Chang!" The teacher called, annoyance clear in his voice. "Stop clicking that pen! I want the last five minutes of this class silent. Is that understood?"

Wufei's eye twitched, but he set the pen on his desk. "Yes, Sir."

He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, trying not to fidget. During those agonizingly long five minutes, he decided that first and foremost, he would go check on Quatre. That way, he could hear the full story and decide just how badly he would beat that idiot. A wicked smile sprang to his lips as he thought of what he would do to him.

Finally the bell rang, dismissing them for the day. In one fluid movement, Wufei rose to his feet and grabbed his things. He was out the door and down the hall in moments, forcing himself to not run the rest of the way to the dorms. Minutes later, he found himself standing in front of the door to he and Quatre's room.

He peered cautiously inside and found his friend curled up in a ball on the far bed. "Quatre?" He called softly. "Quatre, are you awake?"

No response. He sighed and shut the door silently behind him. Poor thing, didn't even change out of his uniform. He thought as he wandered over to the prone boy. Deep, even breathing told him that Quatre really was asleep. "You're so lovely." Wufei murmured, brushing the hair away from Quatre's face.

He stirred ever so slightly at the touch, then twisted so that most of his torso faced Wufei. He smiled at the unconscious response and brushed his fingers over Quatre's cheek. A soft sigh escaped those pouty lips as he traced them with a fingertip. He let his finger trail over Quatre's chin and down his neck. He'd run his fingers along a collarbone before he realized what he was doing. With a low curse he pulled his hand back. No. Bad Wufei. Not without his permission. Still, he continued sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Quatre sleep.

After awhile, a sharp knock sounded on the door, making Wufei jump. He stood and walked to the door angrily. That could've woken Quatre! He yanked the door open and found himself staring at a somewhat flustered Trowa. "Is—Is he alright?" He asked, a slight blush on his cheeks.

Wufei eyed him for a few seconds, then said "He's asleep."

"Oh." Trowa's face fell slightly.

"No, I'm awake." A voice called sleepily.

Wufei stiffened. For how long? Trowa smiled slightly. "May I come in?"

"Yeah." Quatre said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

Wufei stepped aside to let the tall brunette into the room then went and sat on his bed. Trowa grabbed the chair from their desk and pulled it next to Quatre's bed. "Are you feeling better?" He asked as he sat down.

Quatre smiled sleepily and nodded. "Much better. Thanks for coming to check on me."

Wufei bit his tongue to keep from commenting on the goofy smile that brought to Trowa's lips. "Well," Trowa said, "actually, Wufei was the first one here. He was really worried about you. Weren't you, Wufei?"

Quatre turned those beautiful eyes on him. "Uh—Yeah." Wufei mumbled, blushing.

"Thanks, Wufei." Quatre smiled gently.

He blushed even harder and looked down. "I—It's nothing, really. We're friends, right?"

"Right!" Quatre's smile widened into a grin.

Wufei looked up and found Trowa staring at him, his gaze questioning. He grimaced and looked down again. No, Trowa, nothing's happened. Now stop looking at me like that. When he finally managed to drag his gaze from the floor, he found Quatre and Trowa sitting awkwardly, carefully not looking at each other. Now what's this?

Suddenly the door burst open and Duo bounced into the room, Heero trailing more sedately behind him. "Hello!" He called, plopping himself down on Wufei's bed.

Heero sat down next to him, not saying anything, but greeting everyone just the same by looking each of them in the eye. "Something happen?" Duo asked, noticing the unusual silence in the room.

Quatre scoffed faintly. "Oh yeah." His voice was soft, even when he was upset. "Lots of somethings."

At that comment he got strange looks from everyone in the room. That's right. He thought. I'm the only one who knows about everything that's happened. "I think we need to clear some things up." He said, pointedly not looking at anyone.

Wufei looked around, confused. "What? Did something else happen? All I heard about was what happened to Quatre this morning, and I don't even have any details on that."

"They all had something to do with me." Quatre mumbled.

"Are you sure about this?" Trowa asked.

Quatre nodded solemnly. "Yes. I want everything out in the open. I'm horrible with secrets anyway."

Wufei raised his eyebrows. This conversation was getting very interesting. "So, uh, who's going first?" Duo asked nervously.

Several minutes passed without anyone saying anything. Finally Quatre spoke. "I suppose I'll get this going." He took a deep breath. "I. . . I . . I think I'm gay."

He cringed, expecting a negative response. After a few moments of silence, Duo grinned and said "So?"

The others all nodded, especially Wufei, who was too stunned to say anything. "Y—You mean you don't care?" Quatre stammered.

Heero raised an eyebrow at him. "You honestly think we'd care?"

"Ah. . . Well, no. I suppose not." He smiled sheepishly.

Wufei was somewhat confused. "Actually, I'd think you two would be the ones to worry about."

Duo put his arms behind his head and laughed nervously. "Eh, not so much."

"What does that mean?" Trowa asked, blinking.

"Uh—" Duo started, but Heero cut him off.

"This."

With that he grabbed Duo and kissed him. Duo melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck. After a couple of minutes Wufei cleared his throat uncomfortably. They pulled apart and looked at everyone with passion fogged eyes. Clearly they'd forgotten the others were there. "So, uh, how is Quatre involved with that?" Wufei asked, blushing at the images that brought up.

"I—er—walked in on them yesterday." Quatre mumbled, blushing yet again.

"Ohh, now I get it." Trowa said, smiling. "That's why you were acting strange this morning."

"And now I get that 'up late' joke." Wufei smirked.

"But why did you run out of the cafeteria this morning?" Duo asked, his voice concerned.

"One of the other boys was teasing me. Although I guess I shouldn't be that mad. Because of him, I think I've figured out my sexuality." Quatre smiled slightly, his face still pleasantly pink.

Wufei blinked. "That's a bit of a jump. How did that come around?"

This time it was Trowa's turn to blush. But before he could say anything, Quatre started talking again. "When I ran out, Trowa came to check on me, and when he found me. . . he . . . well. . . that is. . . I. . . I mean. . . "

"I kissed him." Trowa whispered.

"What!" Wufei sputtered. "You—you—you kissed him!"

"Oh yeah. I guess that makes you the only straight one, neh, Wufei?" Duo commented, not at all surprised that Trowa was gay.

Wufei blinked several times. "Uh, no. Not exactly."

"Don't tell me you're gay too!"

"Well, bi actually, if that makes a whole lot of difference." Wufei bit his lip. "The point is that the one I love now is. . . is . . . another man."

Wufei, you are a coward. That was your chance! He mentally cursed himself. "Who is it?" Trowa asked.

He hadn't seen Wufei with anyone since they'd broken up. He wondered who Wufei's new lover could be. Wufei looked around and found four pairs of curious eyes focused on him. He wasn't gonna get out of this. He stared at the floor and tried to organize his thoughts. Should I tell him? With everyone here, watching? What if he rejects me? Can I handle that?

Suddenly he found himself staring at a pair of feet. The owner of the feet dropped to their knees and Quatre's face entered his field of vision. "Wufei?" He asked, looking the Chinese boy right in the eyes. "You alright?"

Slowly he nodded, unable to look away from those gorgeous blue-green eyes. "So who is it?" Duo poked him impatiently.

"You." Wufei breathed, still staring into those haunting eyes.

"Me?" Duo gasped exaggeratedly. "Sorry, Wu-man, but I'm taken!" He jumped into Heero's lap and cuddled him.

"Not you, baka." Wufei spat. "You." He reached out and brushed the hair away from Quatre's eyes.

The aforementioned eyes widened as Wufei leaned forward and pressed his lips gently against Quatre's. He gasped and Wufei took advantage of the open mouth and slipped his tongue inside, tasting, memorizing every nook and cranny. Vaguely he heard the others leave the room, Trowa protesting.

After what seemed like an eternity, Quatre began to respond. He pressed his tongue hesitantly against Wufei's and was rewarded when Wufei allowed him into his mouth. Without realizing what he was doing, Quatre reached up and pulled the elastic from Wufei's hair, allowing the silky black length to fall around their faces.

Wufei sighed lightly as Quatre slipped his slender arms around his neck, burying one hand in his hair simply to feel its soft kiss against his skin. In response he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and pulled him closer, ignoring the fact that he was sitting on his bed and Quatre was still kneeling on the floor.

Suddenly the small blonde stood, pulling Wufei up with him. This forced their lips apart, but Wufei continued to rain gentle kisses on Quatre's neck. It was all Quatre could do to keep himself standing as Wufei tugged at his shirt, trying to get it un-tucked from his pants. Finally he succeeded and slipped his hands under the shirt, reveling in the feel of creamy flesh beneath his fingers.

Quatre moaned and arched his back. Every touch sent shivers up his spine. He reached with frantic fingers and began struggling with the buttons on Wufei's shirt. Wufei bit gently at his neck, making him gasp. What are you doing! His mind shrieked. You like Trowa, not Wufei! TROWA!

Just then he got the last button on Wufei's shirt unhooked and his mind fell silent in awe. The skin that was now bared to him was golden and wondrous. He ran his hands lovingly over the lean muscles of Wufei's stomach and up to his chest. He hesitated as he reached a peck and found the small nub of skin hard and slightly swollen. Curious, he traced a finger around it.

Wufei groaned and yanked Quatre's shirt over his head—which was not how it was supposed to be taken off. Clearly Wufei had no patience for buttons. Quatre had a split second to try for coherent thought before Wufei's lips found his again. Even as he molded his body to Wufei's and deepened the kiss, there was a small voice in the back of Quatre's mind that was screaming hysterically for him to stop what he was doing. But the needs of his body screamed much more loudly, and while they couldn't silence the voice, they were doing an effective job of tuning it out.

Quatre found himself being slowly moved backwards, and suddenly he felt the back of his knees bump into a bed, causing him to topple over. Without missing a beat, Wufei climbed into the bed with him. Slowly he began kissing his way to Quatre's stomach, making the boy moan and writhe.

Finally, as Wufei started tugging at his pants, the small screaming voice got through to Quatre and he realized that, though his body wanted this very much, his mind did not. Wufei was attractive, very attractive, but Quatre didn't love him. At least not that way. They were friends, and there was love that way, but he didn't love Wufei.

"Wufei?"

"What is it?" The Chinese boy murmured, his lips brushing against Quatre's stomach.

"Please stop." Quatre whispered.

"What?"

"Please. . . stop." For some reason it was harder to say the second time.

Wufei sat up slightly. "Why?"

Quatre blushed and looked away. "I. . . I'm not ready for this."

"What do you mean?"

"This. Sex. I'm not ready for it. We haven't even tried going out or anything."

Wufei blinked several times. "You. . . don't want me?"

"Not like this."

He sat up the rest of the way and sighed. He'd known it couldn't possibly be that easy. His Quatre had more honor than that. "Wufei?" He looked up at the soft voice. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "It's alright. I understand."

Suddenly Wufei stood and grabbed his shirt. He buttoned it quickly then turned to Quatre, who was still sitting on the bed, his face pink. "I'm going for a walk." He said.

Quatre simply nodded, and Wufei left the room.