Disclaimer: I don't own the Gundam or the Weiss boys. I just own the twisted mind that plays with them.

Gosai – means yellow

Dragon's Desire

Chapter 6

Aya would never admit it, but he secretly looked forward to the mail delivery every day. He was eager to find a small blue envelope addressed to him in the neat script he could identify instantly. His correspondence with Wufei had created a certain openness between them. And since seeing Wufei twice during his last book tour, Aya felt even more confident expressing his true feelings in his letters. It was surprisingly easy to do when he didn't have to face those onyx eyes or those smiling lips.

He wrote to Wufei about everything from mundane details of his day, to injuries he suffered during missions, and even once he'd admitted that he felt lonely. That revelation had been sent in the last letter and once Aya realized what he wrote, he almost threw the letter away and started over. But he realized he wrote those words because they were the truth and he didn't mind telling Wufei.

He stood there, putting the final touches on a flower arrangement when he heard a familiar voice coming from the store. He opened the door connecting the store to the back workrooms and saw Wufei standing there chatting with Yohji.

"Speak of the devil. Aya, you have a visitor."

Aya shot the smirking blonde a glare as he approached Wufei. "What are you doing here?"

"Aya! That is no way to greet someone who has driven hours to see you. Now apologize and greet Chang properly."

Wufei saw the murderous look in Aya's eyes and decided to just ignore Yohji, showing Aya he didn't mind the way he was greeted.

"I apologize for showing up unannounced. I came to talk to you about something. Do you have a moment?"

"Of course."

Aya untied his apron and walked outside followed by Wufei. They started walking down the street and it wasn't until they'd cleared a few blocks that Aya turned into a side street to confront Wufei.

"Talk."

"It's about the last letter you sent." Wufei took a step closer to Aya and was happy to see that he didn't move away, considering they were now only a few feet apart. "I'm not sure if you've considered why I began writing to you. At first I was content writing back and forth. I looked forward to the mail everyday." Wufei offered a sheepish grin and noticed Aya's cheeks had just a hint of pink to them. "But after being able to spend some time with you and then after reading your last letter I realized that I needed to tell you the truth." Wufei reached out and took Aya's hand in his, and when the redhead instinctively tried to pull away, Wufei held fast, refusing to let go. "I like you Aya. I really like you and I'm attracted to you. I want to spend more time together, instead of just writing back and forth. I'm lonely too Aya. And I don't want to be lonely anymore. I want to be with you." Wufei loosened his grip and rubbed his thumb across the back of Aya's hand.

They stood in silence, staring at each other, lost in their own thoughts. Both were scared. Wufei was scared he just went too far and would lose the redhead and Aya was scared to admit that he wanted to be with Wufei.

Aya knew he had to say something, but he didn't trust himself to say the right thing. He was told often enough that he sounded curt, or impersonal, but Wufei didn't seem to care. He accepted it. And that's all Aya wanted, was to be accepted. He slowly closed the distance between them, slipped his hand from Wufei's grasp and let his arms wrap around Wufei's chest as he nestled his face in Wufei's neck.

At the feel of Aya's arms around him, Wufei let the breath he was holding out and wrapped his arms around the man, burying his face in the soft crimson tresses. He inhaled the smell of soil, flowers and sandalwood. Aya.

"So does this mean you'll have dinner with me tonight?"

Aya pulled back and offered Wufei the slightest of smiles. "Of course. Is 7 'clock acceptable?"

"Perfect. I told Maxwell I'd stop by this afternoon."

Aya just nodded and started walking back out onto the main street with Wufei at his side. Halfway back to the Koneko Wufei's fingers gently brushed Aya's and in response the redhead captured them, entwining their fingers for the rest of the walk.

When they reached the Koneko Wufei grudgingly let go of Aya's hand and left to go visit his best friend, leaving Aya to go back to work. As the redhead entered the flower shop he saw glittering green eyes and a mischievous smile aimed at him.

"It's none of your business Yohji. Get back to work."

Aya didn't miss a step as he walked back into the workroom, put on his apron and continued with his arrangement orders. He knew Yohji was watching him for a few moments, so he waited until he knew the nosy blonde was busy with a customer to let the smile show he'd been holding back.

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Dinner had gone well enough. Aya seemed fine at first then he became a little distant in the restaurant, but Wufei was coming to expect that in public situations. Aya may be opening up to him, but he was still as reserved as ever when it came to anyone else.

After dinner Wufei convinced Aya to take a walk in the park. He was hesitant at first and Wufei thought it might be because he was done spending time with him, but then the redhead reluctantly murmured something about muggers. Wufei couldn't help but laugh.

"You're worried about our well being after everything we've done in our lives?"

"I don't know what you did other than intelligence and that doesn't require fighting abilities. I was worried about having to defend both of us."

Wufei saw the smirk, but Aya was still telling the truth. "Fair enough. So I'll tell you that I am considered a martial arts master and I am very proficient with the katana and pretty much any other type of blade as well as extensive knowledge in explosives and some training with poisons." He looked over to his companion, smug grin in place but Aya wasn't there. "Aya?" Wufei looked behind him to see the assassin standing there wide-eyed. "What? Something wrong?"

Aya cleared his throat and shook his head 'no', catching up to stand beside Wufei.

"Do you feel better about walking through the park with me now?"

"Hmph. If all else fails you can drive them away by making them feel inferior."

Wufei chuckled and the two started walking again.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that maybe the old saying is true. The pen is mightier than the sword."

Wufeireached out for Aya's hand which grasped his own at the slightest touch. Who would have guessed he was the holding hands type? They wandered through the park in a comfortable silence until Wufei came to a stop.

"What?"

"This tree. It reminds me of the one Maxwell and Ken were married under." Aya followed the novelist's gaze upwards to inspect the large gosai tree. "That was a great day." He squeezed Aya's hand and looked over at him, a wistful smile on his lips. "Dance with me."

"Now?"

"You said you would dance with me again Aya. I believe the word you used was 'acceptable'."

"There's no music."

"We don't need any." Wufei turned into Aya and placed his hands on Aya's hips, pulling him close. Aya hesitantly raised his arms and clasped his hands behind Wufei's neck, swaying with the man's body. Wufei leaned in and nuzzled Aya's cheek, reveling in the smooth skin and the warmth he could feel from the fresh blush.

The two danced in silence for a few moments, both enjoying the quiet moment and the feeling of a warm body against their own. But Wufei wasn't certain how long Aya would humor him so he pulled back and smiled at the redhead who seemed a bit lost in thought to realize he was being stared at. Wufei brought his hand up and used his finger to gently guide Aya's face up to look at his own. Wufei gazed into the amethyst eyes which were always alive and determined and confident. But now they showed the man's insecurity and confusion. Wufei brushed his thumb over Aya's cheek.

"I just want to kiss you Aya."

He slowly leaned in, waiting to be pushed away, but Aya allowed the kiss and after a few hesitant moments, he began to kiss Wufei back. Aya had been wrestling with his feelings for Wufei and whether or not it was a good idea to let things go any further tonight when the novelist decided for him, guiding his face upwards and kissing him.

At the first hesitant touch of Wufei's lips, Aya felt the telltale jolt in his chest and an overwhelming urge to kiss the man back. And although he allowed his feelings to guide him, he kept them in check, not letting the full extent of the passion he felt free. It was dangerous to let one's actions be ruled by emotion. No matter how soft or delicious the lips kissing him were, he would not let this go any further.

Wufei wasn't surprised when Aya broke the kiss, but he was disappointed nonetheless. Kissing Aya was beyond any pleasure he could have thought possible from a mere kiss. After all, this was not a passionate, hungry or even desperate kiss. It was hesitant, sweet and Wufei was immediately addicted.

"Are you ready to go home?"

Aya nodded, thankful and yet worried that Wufei could read his mind so easily. When they reached the Koneko Aya wasn't sure what to do. He supposed a goodnight kiss was in order, but he didn't want to ruin his memory of their first kiss from earlier with another lesser, obligatory one. But once again Wufei was in synch with his feelings and pulled Aya into his arms for a lingering embrace. Then he kissed Aya's temple and stepped back, letting Aya go.

"At the risk of sounding cliché, I'll call you."

Aya couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping. "You better." His comment was met with an elegantly raised eyebrow. "You should know better than to make an assassin angry."

Wufei smiled and made a grand gesture of bowing to the redhead. "My dear Aya, I swear to you that my only reason for living shallbe to make sure you are happy."

Aya leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms, shaking his head at the display. He was about to make a comment about Wufei not being able to make it as an actor when the ebony haired writer stood up straight again and their eyes met. Suddenly Aya wasn't smirking anymore.

"Goodnight Aya."

Aya remained motionless as he watched Wufei walk away. What…? He was….those eyes…. Aya finally blinked a few times and came out of his shock and went inside, heading directly for the shower. He was still in a bit of a daze as he made his way from the bathroom to his room when he came across Yohji.

"So how was the date Aya?"

"Fine."

"'Fine'? That's it?"

Aya looked back at Yohji as he stood in his doorway. "He wants to make me happy." And with that Aya went into his room and closed the door, leaving a smiling Yohji in the hallway. Wow, Chang must be real good if he can bewilder Aya like that. I'll have to ask him his secret.

As Aya lay in his bed, eyes closed, the image of a bowing Wufei appeared and his words echoed in his mind. Aya had heard the playfulness in Wufei's voice and knew he was being mocked. Which was fine. As long as it was Wufei. But when he looked up at Aya those dancing onyx eyes told Aya a different story. He may be acting the fool's part, but Wufei was very serious about his declaration. He wants to make me happy. But why?

To be continued….