Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, shounen ai

Practice Makes Perfect

It was just one thing after another when it came to recent events happening to Wufei.

First his offers of friendship to the new kid had been spurned one after another, the guy preferring to stay in the company of that braided loser instead of his more prestigious presence. Then he had to cancel a party because his best friend had been assaulted by an anonymous person that Heero refused to name. Only just yesterday he had somehow managed to alienate much of the student population and then his uncle lectured him about treating others as equals, even if they didn't deserve it! But that was not all. Relena actually pledged her support to Maxwell that morning in front of most of the school.

How could this be happening? Why was it happening now of all times? Why was everyone turning against him now and beginning to treat that lowlife loser better?

Duo Maxwell had ruined him, ruined everything when he had shot the grading curve and forced him and the rest of the class to receive a low mark on that test. No one bothered to listen to him anymore whenever it came to plans such as that. He couldn't breathe a word of it for weeks without people turning his backs on him and what was worse, his parents had thought he had been messing around. The shame that was placed on him so dishonorably by that piece of scum would not be allowed to go unanswered. He would make Maxwell pay for humiliating him like that.

For the next few years, he had been successful. Using high school politics and social life, he had managed to poison most of the school against Maxwell, alienating him and taking away the socialization that the rat desperately needed. His long, drawn out revenge was just as satisfying as if he had passed all his tests with flying colors. He could even directly make Maxwell suffer by stealing away all potential acquaintances and taunt him when no one was looking.

But that had all changed ever since that new kid, Solo Winner, had arrived. From all the talk, this newest Winner was admired and respected from his first day at the school, ever since he humiliated that slut Dorothy Catalonia to her face. Winner was suddenly the guy everybody wanted to be friends with, Wufei being no exception, yet he chose to stick with the company of Maxwell. A lot of people had been appalled by such a decision and watched Winner, waiting for him to get sick and tired of Maxwell and seek out other people.

As it could be seen, no such luck.

That's when his one and only friend, Heero, took action and tried to remove Maxwell from the equation altogether. He couldn't have been more pleased and had announced a party in honor of Heero's accomplishment. However, Winner, both of them, took offense and humiliated Heero in the cafeteria by saying that Maxwell of all people had managed to hurt him.

He had been about to write off Solo Winner when he learned the next day that Dorothy had invited him to his party and Winner was planning on attending it unless some sort of family matter came up and prevented it. He couldn't have been more overjoyed at the news but mere hours later, things took a turn for the worse.

He learned that his best friend was being hospitalized in the trauma ward and he canceled the party so he could be by his side. Where others had failed to get the Japanese to talk, Wufei had succeeded and couldn't believe that it had been both the Winners and Trowa Barton who were responsible for his current condition. From that point on, Wufei was forced to give up on any hopes that he could achieve a friendship with the Winners.

What really steamed him about the assault was the fact that it had been perpetrated in retribution of Maxwell's well-deserved beating. Oh yes, it was still shameful that his friend had been hurt so badly but the reasoning for it…

There could be no forgiving, none at all.

They had to strike back for this; there was no other course of action. This is what led him to be in the hospital at this time of day, enjoying the fuming company of Heero and plotting revenge on the Winners, Barton, and Maxwell.

However, Heero's mind was not completely focused on the task at hand. No, the Japanese was more concerned with the fact that Relena Peacecraft, his personal stalker, had decided to give up on him and extend an olive branch to Maxwell. He could plainly hear the grumblings of the Japanese as he muttered about how he was going to get Relena back and he couldn't understand it. Why was Heero trying to get Relena Peacecraft to stalk him again when only a few days ago he had complained about not wanting it?

If he wasn't too self-absorbed in his own vengeance, he would have been questioning his friend's current mental state.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, saying, "Focus Heero. You can think about Relena later."

"And why should I?" Heero growled irrationally.

Wufei just leveled him a look that was more eloquent than words could ever hope to be before replying, "We need to figure out a way to get back at Maxwell and the Winners, Heero, so I would appreciate it if you would concentrate on the matter at hand."

"Those losers aren't going anywhere," Heero snapped. "We can deal with them later. What we need to do is get Relena back to chasing me again."

"Listen to yourself man!" Wufei cried, appalled at how Heero's mental stability had deteriorated. "How can you want to be stalked again?" Suddenly, an idea came to Wufei, one that forced him to hide a small smile. "Anyway, she's taken an interest with Maxwell. She's acting as if she had never stalked you."

"You lie!" Heero exclaimed. Wufei's look did not change and Heero had no choice but to believe his friend. "How could that dirty, little rat steal her away from me! The next time I get my hands on his scrawny neck, I'll make that beating I gave him look like a love tap!"

Wufei couldn't help but grin back. Sometimes it was so easy to manipulate Heero…

"Now, let's think of a way to get back at our mutual pest," he proposed.

--

Ever since he had been a young boy, Solo had enjoyed going hunting, even if he did just tag along and wasn't allowed to use a rifle. He still received the thrill from just observing as if he was doing the hunting himself.

In this case, the prey that he was searching for was one he was determined not to kill or even maim. No, he wanted him whole and healthy. That way, he would be more pliable for other things…

His green eyes were sharp as they searched for his prey, not leaving one spot unsearched. He had the patience required for this activity and everyone knows that good things come with patience...

Wait! What was that? Backing up a bit, his mouth curved into a predatory grin. Target located. Proceed with mission.

Exercising extreme stealth and caution, he slowly crept into the guestroom where his prey lied, sprawled on his bed, utterly defenseless. He was so out of it, Solo could tell, especially when he closed the door behind him. That just made this all the more sweeter when he captured him. His fingers were twitching spasmodically in anticipation as he drew up right next to the bed.

Examining his prey from where he stood, he noticed indulgently that an iPod laid next to the teen, the small device on and playing music through the small earphones that were currently in use.

Absolutely perfect.

He slipped onto the bed and over his prey, trying his best not to alert the teen to his presence as he slowly laid his larger body on top of him, pinning the smaller teen to the bed with his natural body weight. Propping up his upper body with his elbows, he oh so deviously pressed the pause button on the iPod.

Slowly, violet eyes opened in confusion before widening to the size of dinner saucers.

"Hi," Solo greeted casually.

"What the hell?!" Duo bellowed and began to squirm beneath the heavier teen.

"Uh, uh, uh, Short Stuff," Solo teased. "You ain't going nowhere."

"What's going on through your mind, Tree Trunk?" Duo demanded, wary of the blond's intentions.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Solo taunted, smirking down at Duo.

"Get off of me before I—" Duo began but was interrupted.

"You're in no position to be making threats, my little Duo," Solo drawled. "I have you exactly where I want ya: beneath me and at my mercy. So, what are you gonna do to placate me?"

"What is it that you want?" Duo asked warily.

"I thought you'd never ask," Solo replied lazily, his smirk widening into a wicked grin.

Duo definitely didn't like that.

His larger body comfortably lying on the smaller teen, Solo drooped his head closer to Duo's, his green eyes darkening. He planted a gentled peck on Duo's nose, rising slight so that he could allow his green eyes to bore into Duo's violet ones before closing in again, his lips capturing the other's lips.

Immediately, all tenseness and resistance in his body vanished as his world focused on that single fact. Solo's lips gently massaged his as his tongue languidly invaded his mouth and playfully wrestled with his own. All he could do was bonelessly lie there as his mouth was leisurely plundered.

And he couldn't care less.

Breaking off, Solo observed his nonresistant braided prize and smiled indulgently at him as he slowly regained his wits. He stifled a chuckled as Duo blinked owlishly, his consciousness returning to reality. Solo couldn't help himself as he cupped Duo's cheek and allowed his thumb to stroke that virgin skin.

"How?" Duo asked aimlessly.

"How what?" Solo replied back.

"No one can be that good," Duo answered, "So how can you be…?"

This time Solo allowed a chuckle to escape. "Practice makes perfect," he said.

"Practice?" Duo's brow began to crease slightly. "Who?" he asked somewhat lamely, a sinking feeling growing in his gut.

Not seeing any danger in answering, Solo said, "You know the Winner-funded Sandstorm Ballet?"

"Which one was it?"

"All of them."

"All the girls?"

Solo chuckled. "You think to small, Short Stuff. When I said all of them, I didn't just mean the girls but the guys as well."

That sinking feeling had now become a lump that was growing with every passing second. "If you could have all them," he began, "then what the hell are you doing here with me?"

Solo finally caught on to where Duo's train of thought was going. "Honestly, what do you take me for?" he teased. "The only thing I liked about them was their flexibility. That's it. End of story. What could you expect to happen in an orgy anyway?"

"That's a bit too much information."

"Anyway, I like you," Solo continued. "You're not like all the other people I've met who've only seen me as a way to get ahead in life. You're blunt, I mean truthful, you don't let anybody walk all over you, you don't give a crap what other people think about you, but most of all…" he trailed off.

"Most of all, what?" Duo pressed, raising an eyebrow.

Lowering his head so that his mouth was close to Duo's ear, he breathed, "You're just my type."

Not the answer that Duo was expecting but he'd go with it.

"So I take it you're attracted?"

"Better believe it," Solo growled into his ear.

"Is it just about sex with you or something?"

"Not completely," Solo admitted, "but it still is important."

"So then what is it?"

"You think too much. Here, let me take your mind off of it."

"Take my mind off it? What do you mean by…"

Unable to finish his question, he could only tighten his grip on whatever he could grab a hold of. In this case, this just happened to be Solo, who smirked in reply. It was so great having such intimate knowledge of the human body.

Who would have ever though an earlobe could be such a stimulating area?

Well, not like it really mattered since he was driving Duo crazy just by nibbling on it. Alternating between that and lightly sucking on it, he was enjoying the reaction he was receiving from his prisoner. He couldn't say that this wasn't turning him (it was doing a damn fine job of doing that), that would have been a flat out lie and Solomon Ezekiel Winner did not lie.

…unless it was to save his ass from impending doom but that time didn't really count…

But he knew that there was a line that had to be crossed in order to go any further and unfortunately for him, he knew where exactly that line was. Ceasing his arousing activity, he raised his head up to look down at his captive, smiling indulgently at the panting teen. It seemed he really gave the braided one a workout of a sort, Duo was panting lightly, his eyes were squeezed shut, and his cheeks lit up with a pinkish tinge.

Honestly, did this guy's adorability have no limits?

Coming to, Duo immediately began to whine. "Huh? Why'd you stop!"

"Don't want to force you into anything you'll regret," he answered.

"Whose regretting anything?!" Duo demanded. "Get back here damn it!"

"I don't think I should," Solo teased. "I just might lose control of myself and do something that we'll both regret."

"And what the hell would that be?!" Duo exclaimed irritably, not caring about anything else but to feel that pleasurable sensation again.

"Sex," Solo answered bluntly.

If anything could put a damper on Duo's mood, that was it. It wasn't the fact that Solo had been blunt about it. To tell the truth, it was more the uncertainty that that word brought to the braided one. He had heard many stories about it, and how could he not since he was in the middle of a high school sausage festival where hormones were at dangerous proportions.

There was no doubt he knew that Solo knew what he was dong. The guy wouldn't do anything to hurt him, right? Then again, the blond had done it with an entire Ballet team…

"So what do we do now?" Duo asked, doing anything to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Well, I'm feeling pretty comfortable right here," Solo said aloud. "You think I could spend the night right here?"

Shaking his head, Duo replied, "Is there any way I could stop you?"

"You could say 'no,'" Solo answered.

Duo blinked in surprise, astonished that the blond was giving him a choice for once. "Since you're here," he began slowly, "you might as well stay."

Solo grinned but said nothing as he snuggled down into the body beneath him.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Duo. "Hey Solo?"

"Yeah?"

"When's dinner?"

"Son of a bitch…"