This is basically a really cute sort of one shot. It does have sho ai/yaoi
tones, so if you don't like that then I am sorry and hope that you can find
something else to read. For those who will continue on I hope that you
enjoy and would like to know what you think. I tried to keep them in
character but it is awfully hard
Me no money, me no own, so you no sue, please.
Untiltled
By- Tea (It's Chai, Baby!)
Tired, Wufei walked over to the small table where the others sat waiting for him and slid into the empty seat next to Duo. Just great, I get stuck next to the Braided Baka. He grumbled to himself.
Reaching for the large bowl of pasta he served himself, glad that it was Trowa's turn to cook.
Out of the five of them, he and Trowa were the best cooks, followed surprisingly by Duo. When asked, the braided boy murmured something about the only woman in his life.
Confused by his response they had dropped the inquiry.
No one wanted to willing try anything that Quatre or Heero came up with, and Wufei had to repress a shudder at the memory of their last attempt. Mental note- Never let either one of them near cake mix ever again.
Eating quietly, Wufei numbly shook or nodded his head in response to any questions asked of him.
It wasn't until Duo joked about him becoming another of their 'Silent Wonders' that he pulled his attention away from his food to focus on the grinning boy beside him.
Snickers were heard and they turned in concert to stare at Quatre, who was laughing from his position between the other boys in question. While both pilots wore identical looks of confusion they continued to remain quiet, which set of another round of laughter.
Soon Duo joined his blond friend and in no time the hysterical pair had fallen from their seats and were rolling on the floor under the table.
Wufei stared at the pair across from him in equal confusion. What is so funny? He thought.
Trowa simply shrugged, as if to answer 'I don't know'.
"I think that they are overly tired." Stated Heero breaking their exchange.
Surprisingly the simple statement explained everything. They were all tired. The five of them had spent the last week performing surveillance of a possible mobile suit facility run by Oz.
Putting down his fork Trowa grabbed one of Quatre's arms while Heero took the other, and the pair helped the laughing blond back into his seat.
Sighing, Wufei set his teacup down and offered the giggling bundle of black next to him a hand.
Peering up at him from under his fringe of bangs, Duo seemed to be considering something, but Wufei was too tired to play games. Sure, act as if you have nothing better to do then stare at me from the floor, with those huge violet eyes of yours! Baka!
"Oh for Heaven's sake Maxwell! I don't bite!" He finally snapped yanking to boy back to his feet.
Again Duo stared at him as if he was considering something. Then he leaned in close and whispered into the Chinese boy's ear.
"Too bad 'Fei, too bad."
Pulling his head back, Wufei stared at him with wide dark eyes, cheeks flushing. Maxwell did not just say what I believe he did! Did he?
Grinning at the startled look on Wufei's face, Duo slid into his seat.
*************
Because the safe house was so small, the five of them were forced to share a single room, using sleeping bags instead of beds.
Unrolling his bag Wufei dreaded sleeping on the hard floor. Well at least the heat works, so we won't freeze during the night.
Glancing at the other end of the room he noticed that Heero was already curled into his bag.
Carefully he undressed and folded his clothes neatly, placing them in a small pile on top of his pack.
Sitting on his makeshift bed, he carefully removed the tie of his ponytail letting the fine black hair fall forward around his face and shoulders. Grabbing his comb he began to work out any knots, then tucked it back into his pack with the rest of his personal items.
Stepping into the room Trowa stopped to look at his friend, causing Quatre to run into him. Both stared at his appearance. Neither had ever really seen him in anything but white and never with his hair down. Good Heavens, they act as though I grew a second head, not changed into sleepwear.
Stepping into the room Trowa looked once more his way then shrugging his shoulders climbed into the sleeping bag next to Heero's.
Quatre continued to look at him as he made his way towards his own place on the floor.
"You look nice with your hair down Wufei." He said, with a smile on his face, eyes shining with friendliness.
He nodded in the blonde's direction, causing his loose dark hair to skim along the top of his shoulders. As he slid into his sleeping bag, Wufei realized that once again he was placed next to the braided pilot.
As if the thought had conjured him, the self-proclaimed Shinigami bounced into the room. The others couldn't help but stare at his bright purple boxer shorts with the large yellow smiley faces, all of which seemed to have fangs. That and the t-shirt with the words 'Never annoy a dragon, for you are crunchy and go well with ketchup.'
I must be tired. Thought Wufei as he tried not to laugh. Even Heero looked at Duo with a smile as he shook his head, as if trying to process what he was seeing.
Somehow, someway Duo Maxwell always seemed to amaze or annoy, the safest advise when dealing with him seemed to be, 'Always expect the unexpected'.
Again bouncing he landed on his sleeping bag next to Wufei with a loud thud, connecting with the hard floor. Ignoring him the others slid into their respective bags and turned off the light.
Trying to get comfortable Wufei felt a warm presence curl up next to him, but not close enough to invade his personal space, yet.
****************
Waking up Wufei fought with himself, to actually get up or stay in the nice warm bundle of blankets and arms that were wrapped around him.
Arms?
Confused he tried to sort out where he was. Last night he had fallen asleep next to Duo.
Duo! Sitting bolt upright he looked down to his side. He was right. Curled up next to and around him was the other pilot. The other pilot who was using his lap as a pillow.
Blushing Wufei glanced over to where the other pilots lay and tried to sort out what he saw.
Where there had once been the tall thin pilot of the Heavyarms was a large lump of three different sleeping bags, complete with hair and arms.
Trowa still on his back had the blond Arabian curled up into his side, with his head pillowed on his shoulder. Heero had his head resting on the taller boy's stomach and one arm thrown over both Trowa and Quatre. Trowa had one arm around each boy. The three other boys looked far too comfortable for it just of have been a coincidence while they slept.
Dazed Wufei looked back down to the longhaired boy in his own lap, who was happily dreaming.
Sighing he lay back down and turned to his side away from his unannounced bed-partner, who snuggled up behind spoon fashion.
This is crazy! He thought trying not to blush at the feel of the other boy behind him. Squirming he tried to pull away, but the arms simply tightened around him.
"Go back to sleep Fei-chan." Whispered a soft voice as Duo burrowed his face into his loose hair.
Feeling a soft kiss just below his ear, Wufei finally gave up the fight and curling into warm arms, did just that.
So PLEASE people, tell me what you think.
Me no money, me no own, so you no sue, please.
Untiltled
By- Tea (It's Chai, Baby!)
Tired, Wufei walked over to the small table where the others sat waiting for him and slid into the empty seat next to Duo. Just great, I get stuck next to the Braided Baka. He grumbled to himself.
Reaching for the large bowl of pasta he served himself, glad that it was Trowa's turn to cook.
Out of the five of them, he and Trowa were the best cooks, followed surprisingly by Duo. When asked, the braided boy murmured something about the only woman in his life.
Confused by his response they had dropped the inquiry.
No one wanted to willing try anything that Quatre or Heero came up with, and Wufei had to repress a shudder at the memory of their last attempt. Mental note- Never let either one of them near cake mix ever again.
Eating quietly, Wufei numbly shook or nodded his head in response to any questions asked of him.
It wasn't until Duo joked about him becoming another of their 'Silent Wonders' that he pulled his attention away from his food to focus on the grinning boy beside him.
Snickers were heard and they turned in concert to stare at Quatre, who was laughing from his position between the other boys in question. While both pilots wore identical looks of confusion they continued to remain quiet, which set of another round of laughter.
Soon Duo joined his blond friend and in no time the hysterical pair had fallen from their seats and were rolling on the floor under the table.
Wufei stared at the pair across from him in equal confusion. What is so funny? He thought.
Trowa simply shrugged, as if to answer 'I don't know'.
"I think that they are overly tired." Stated Heero breaking their exchange.
Surprisingly the simple statement explained everything. They were all tired. The five of them had spent the last week performing surveillance of a possible mobile suit facility run by Oz.
Putting down his fork Trowa grabbed one of Quatre's arms while Heero took the other, and the pair helped the laughing blond back into his seat.
Sighing, Wufei set his teacup down and offered the giggling bundle of black next to him a hand.
Peering up at him from under his fringe of bangs, Duo seemed to be considering something, but Wufei was too tired to play games. Sure, act as if you have nothing better to do then stare at me from the floor, with those huge violet eyes of yours! Baka!
"Oh for Heaven's sake Maxwell! I don't bite!" He finally snapped yanking to boy back to his feet.
Again Duo stared at him as if he was considering something. Then he leaned in close and whispered into the Chinese boy's ear.
"Too bad 'Fei, too bad."
Pulling his head back, Wufei stared at him with wide dark eyes, cheeks flushing. Maxwell did not just say what I believe he did! Did he?
Grinning at the startled look on Wufei's face, Duo slid into his seat.
*************
Because the safe house was so small, the five of them were forced to share a single room, using sleeping bags instead of beds.
Unrolling his bag Wufei dreaded sleeping on the hard floor. Well at least the heat works, so we won't freeze during the night.
Glancing at the other end of the room he noticed that Heero was already curled into his bag.
Carefully he undressed and folded his clothes neatly, placing them in a small pile on top of his pack.
Sitting on his makeshift bed, he carefully removed the tie of his ponytail letting the fine black hair fall forward around his face and shoulders. Grabbing his comb he began to work out any knots, then tucked it back into his pack with the rest of his personal items.
Stepping into the room Trowa stopped to look at his friend, causing Quatre to run into him. Both stared at his appearance. Neither had ever really seen him in anything but white and never with his hair down. Good Heavens, they act as though I grew a second head, not changed into sleepwear.
Stepping into the room Trowa looked once more his way then shrugging his shoulders climbed into the sleeping bag next to Heero's.
Quatre continued to look at him as he made his way towards his own place on the floor.
"You look nice with your hair down Wufei." He said, with a smile on his face, eyes shining with friendliness.
He nodded in the blonde's direction, causing his loose dark hair to skim along the top of his shoulders. As he slid into his sleeping bag, Wufei realized that once again he was placed next to the braided pilot.
As if the thought had conjured him, the self-proclaimed Shinigami bounced into the room. The others couldn't help but stare at his bright purple boxer shorts with the large yellow smiley faces, all of which seemed to have fangs. That and the t-shirt with the words 'Never annoy a dragon, for you are crunchy and go well with ketchup.'
I must be tired. Thought Wufei as he tried not to laugh. Even Heero looked at Duo with a smile as he shook his head, as if trying to process what he was seeing.
Somehow, someway Duo Maxwell always seemed to amaze or annoy, the safest advise when dealing with him seemed to be, 'Always expect the unexpected'.
Again bouncing he landed on his sleeping bag next to Wufei with a loud thud, connecting with the hard floor. Ignoring him the others slid into their respective bags and turned off the light.
Trying to get comfortable Wufei felt a warm presence curl up next to him, but not close enough to invade his personal space, yet.
****************
Waking up Wufei fought with himself, to actually get up or stay in the nice warm bundle of blankets and arms that were wrapped around him.
Arms?
Confused he tried to sort out where he was. Last night he had fallen asleep next to Duo.
Duo! Sitting bolt upright he looked down to his side. He was right. Curled up next to and around him was the other pilot. The other pilot who was using his lap as a pillow.
Blushing Wufei glanced over to where the other pilots lay and tried to sort out what he saw.
Where there had once been the tall thin pilot of the Heavyarms was a large lump of three different sleeping bags, complete with hair and arms.
Trowa still on his back had the blond Arabian curled up into his side, with his head pillowed on his shoulder. Heero had his head resting on the taller boy's stomach and one arm thrown over both Trowa and Quatre. Trowa had one arm around each boy. The three other boys looked far too comfortable for it just of have been a coincidence while they slept.
Dazed Wufei looked back down to the longhaired boy in his own lap, who was happily dreaming.
Sighing he lay back down and turned to his side away from his unannounced bed-partner, who snuggled up behind spoon fashion.
This is crazy! He thought trying not to blush at the feel of the other boy behind him. Squirming he tried to pull away, but the arms simply tightened around him.
"Go back to sleep Fei-chan." Whispered a soft voice as Duo burrowed his face into his loose hair.
Feeling a soft kiss just below his ear, Wufei finally gave up the fight and curling into warm arms, did just that.
So PLEASE people, tell me what you think.