I make no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my, and hopefully others' enjoyment and not for monetary profit.
Red
by
Michalyn
For 30-kisses themes #5, "Hey you know..." and #19, "Red"
"Hey you know..." Duo sang, casting Wufei a sidelong glance, "this shirt would really look good on you." Duo pointed to a flimsy, sleeveless number on display in one of the nearby stores.
Wufei barely spared it a glance. "I'm sure," he responded drily. By now he was so used to his best friend's attempts at making him over, that Wufei had discovered it was best to simply ignore Duo. The other man was convinced it was his mission to transform Wufei into a hip lady-killer (or man-killer as the case were) and Wufei was equally determined to remain incorrigible.
"So glad you think so, Wufei..." Duo's eyes gleamed. "because I bought it for you."
"Duo! What exactly am I supposed to do with this?" Wufei frowned into the bag Duo shoved into his hand.
"Don't even bother," Duo warned him. "There's no receipt and I specifically told the salespeople that if they ever spot you approaching the building, they are to promptly turn you away at the door. Think of it as an early birthday present."
"Duo, my birthday is eight months away."
"A belated one then. I'm going to get you out of these stiff-necked shirts and old-fogey slacks if it's the last thing I do. So, what do you feel like having for lunch?"
Wufei sighed, making a mental note to add the shirt to the ever-growing pile of outfits Duo had given him that he would never wear. At least he knew better than to try to argue when Duo got like this. After all, Wufei shook his head, it wasn't like he was completely innocent. Wufei was sure that the stack of fencing books he had given Duo was serving nicely in his friend's apartment as a dust magnet or doorstopper. He supposed there was just no getting around it when they both were so hard-headed. Wufei smilied, patting Duo on the shoulder.
"How do you feel about burgers and milkshakes?"
Duo grinned. "Now that's the spirit!"
o-o-o
"Ah, you're home." Treize put his paper aside and rose to embrace Wufei as he toed off his shoes in the hallway. Whisking the shopping bags from Wufei's hands Treize led him up the stairs to their bedroom. "How was your day?"
"Nice," Wufei made a tired sound. He cocked his head towards Treize as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Duo needed to get a gift to celebrate Heero's promotion, so I went with him to the mall and we had lunch afterward. Of course, he managed to buy me some outrageous shirt while I wasn't looking."
Treize chuckled, by now also used to these stories of Duo's fashion policing. "Again? I'm delighted with you as you are, but I must give Maxwell points, if only for his stealth. How many outfits does that make now?"
Wufei sighed. "Too many to count. He's convinced I'm not adventurous enough and I don't think I'm going to change his mind any time soon."
"Hmm," Treize purred as Wufei undid his belt and his slacks dropped to his ankles. Treize's gaze followed the graceful line of Wufei's legs all the way up to his hips, where it lingered before he moved to kneel before his husband. Caressing the arch of one foot and then the other, Treize nipped at Wufei's belly causing the younger man to gasp and hold onto Treize's shoulders to keep his balance.
"Well, all I can say is..." Treize murmured, tracing the edges of Wufei's underwear, from the bright red thong's high-cut legs, to it's thin waistband to the even flimsier band nestled snugly between Wufei's cheeks. He smiled up into his husband's warm eyes.
"Obviously, Maxwell does not know you as well as he thinks."
End