Author's Note: After a long while. . . I'm finally back.
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Everything still wasn't going good for the now even sicker Chinese boy. Somehow he had managed to survive Duo's loud, rambunctious music, and yes Duo considered heavy metal and rap music a lullaby. He even managed to stomach Duo's soup, or so he called it. However, it wasn't that long before he had brought it all right back up again. He knew the rest of the day would go wrong, oh so very wrong, because now he was glaring at Heero, who glared back at him. It was bad enough that Yuy had violated and humiliated him. Now he insisted that Wufei took a sponge bath. It was absurd! If anything, if he even had to get a sponge bath, he most certainly would not have it be Yuy to give it to him.
"I'm not going to stand here all day, Wufei. You're a taking a sponge bath."
Heero himself had had enough of Wufei. He was really starting to get on his nerves. He was too sick to even stand to make it to the bathroom, yet he insisted, no what was it he said? Ah, yes demanded that he take a shower. And now the two had been glaring at each other for a good half hour and Heero for one was sick of it.
"That's it. I don't care what you say anymore. You're taking a sponge bath whether you like it or not."
Walking over to the bed, Heero stopped short moving out of the way from a flying object. He looked behind him and noticed Wufei's alarm clock. Now he was really mad. Dodging many more objects that flew toward him, Heero continued to make his way toward the bed.
"Yuy, don't come next to me!", Wufei yelled throwing one of pillows, hitting the Japanese pilot smack dab in the face.
Realizing that Heero was now angry, Wufei searched for something else to throw, but not in time. Soon he was pinned, his back against the headboard of his bed.
"Yuy, if you don't get off of me. I swear I'll do something I won't regret!"
Heero every curse that came out of the boy's mouth, deciding it probably would be best if. . . His train of thought stopping, Heero cried out, his hand reaching up to hold his head. Wufei had somehow managed to free one of his hands after head-butting Heero, hurting his own head in the process. He pushed Yuy away from him, and climbed out of the bed trying as best as he could to run for the door.
He gave out a yelp as he was caught by the waist, Wufei finding himself knocked to the floor. As he was turned on his back, his arms pinned to the sides of his head, Wufei struggled to get free but soon enough was feeling very tired.
"Yuy, get off of me!"
Ignoring Wufei once again, Heero continued to hold the still struggling pilot, knowing he was bound to wear himself out. Still struggling, Wufei finally became dizzy, stopping completely. He looked up into colbat eyes, Wufei barely even noticed that Yuy was actually lying on top of him. Well he did after awhile.
"Yuy?", Wufei whispered, both breathing heavy.
"Yes?"
"Can you please get off of me?"
Nodding his head, Heero then brought his down, lips meeting those of Wufei's. Everything was going great that is until. . .
"Aww! That's so cute!", Duo cried now standing in the doorway, "They're kissing."
Hearing Duo's voice, both Asian boy's eyes were opened wide in surprise. Quickly climbing off of Wufei, Heero sat on the floor, Wufei doing the same. Both spit at the same time, quickly wiping their mouths.
"That was disgusting! Yuy, what the hell did you do that for?!"
Continuing to wipe at his mouth, Heero looked over to know glaring ebony eyes.
"I didn't do anything!", he growled, standing up from the floor.
"What?! You kissed me!"
"No, I believe you kissed me!"
Growling, Wufei rose from the floor, steadying himself as he swayed.
"Say whatever you like, Yuy. I did nothing."
Both continued to wipe their mouths as they walked their separate ways. Wufei returning to the bed, and Heero making his way out of the room. Watching with a smirk, Duo went over to the bed, where Wufei now sat.
"What is it now, Maxwell?", Wufei asked, knowing Duo was here for a reason.
"You're just in luck, Wufei. I found what would really cure what ails you!"
Knowing this was not going to be good, Wufei just laid back on the bed waiting for the worst to happen.
"Don't worry, Wu. It's just a bed time story! Because I know you must be very tired from your little make-out session with Heero."
Cheeks burning red, Wufei looked at Duo.
"It was not a make a session!", Wufei shrieked, Duo grinning even wider.
"Really now? So you and Heero were just on the floor and your lips just happen to be touching?"
Glaring at the braided teen, Wufei smiled in satisfaction as the boy stopped his teasing, but he had stopped only to start up again. Climbing off of the bed, Duo went over to the discarded pillow. Glaring, Wufei watched as Duo started acting as if the pillow and himself were Heero and Wufei, making the Chinese boy very angry.
"Oh Heero. I love you, forget everything I ever said to you in the past and kiss me!", Duo said in a high falsetto voice.
Lying on his back atop the bed, Duo brought the pillow closer to his face.
"Of course.", he said in deeper voice, imitating Heero, "Anything for you my darling Wufei."
As he brought his face closer to the pillow, Duo made sure to make loud kissing noises to piss Wufei off.
"Maxwell, shut up!", Wufei yelled, taking the pillow from him and smacking Duo in the face with it.
Grabbing the pillow away from his attacker, Duo continued laughing at Wufei's face.
"You know you like him Wufei, just admit it."
Glaring at Duo, Wufei crossed his arms, turning away from him and refusing to even answer him.
"Oh, Heero.", the braided American began with a smirk, continuing to tease, "I love you so much."
Seeing Wu ignore him still, he pressed on.
"Oh, Heero, please I need you so badly!", he cried, falling back against the bed again, "Take me Heero! Take me!"
Choking and stopping himself from getting nosebleed, Wufei turned to Duo, trying to strangle the braided idiot.
"Now I know it's true because you're blushing, Wufei.", Duo laughed, managing to escape the angry Altron pilot, "I don't mind. Just be sure to invite me if anything happens. If you catch my drift."
The Chinese pilot stopped once again, and Wufei turned a darker shade of red at Duo's words.
"MAXWELL!"
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Trowa, who was in the kitchen trying to get rid of Duo's concoction before the boy could return, stopped short as he heard Wufei's voice echo through out the house. Shaking his head and sighing, Trowa continued to dispose of Duo's soup. He swore everything Duo made ended up becoming a living creature. He heard someone coming towards him, the banged boy looking up to see Heero mumbling to himself.
"What happened?", he asked, getting the customary hn.
Staring more at the blue eyed boy, Trowa smirked as he watched Heero unconsciously brush his fingers over his lips.
"Did you kiss him?", he asked, Heero choking on the water he had started to drink.
"No!", Heero yelled after catching himself.
"Fine. I'm sorry I asked."
Turning back to what he was doing, Trowa watched as Heero continued to mutter under his breath. Trowa cleared his throat as he placed the pot in the sink, beginning to scrub at it. How Duo had managed to burn soup he would never figure out.
"So. . . was it nice?", he asked, Heero growling in annoyance.
"I didn't kiss him!", he shrieked, Trowa rolling his eyes.
"Sure you didn't. Your lips just accidently touched. I got it."
Stifling laughter as he returned to washing the dishes, Trowa watched as Heero angrily turned to walk away.
"Going to kiss him again?", he asked now teasing the perfect soldier.
"Shut up, Barton!", was his only reply, before Heero was gone.
Laughing silently to himself, Trowa continued on with his work.
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"Maxwell? What's the point of this story?", Wufei asked, raising an eyebrow at the book.
What was it called again? The Three Little Pigs?
"The point Wufei is that. . . uh. . . well I don't know the point, but there is one."
Sighing, Wufei laid back onto the bed, feeling very tired. Watching as Wufei began to drift off, Duo noticed he felt tired himself. After all he did do all the cooking today. Lying down next to Wufei, he too soon fell asleep right behind the Chinese pilot. Heero walked into the room at that moment and caught site of the two, forgetting completely why he came in the first place. He walked over to the bed and drew the covers on them both, placing a kiss on Duo's forehead, only hesitating for a second before placing one on Wufei's as well. He still had his fever. Taking one last look at the two, Heero walked out of the room, knowing that he had to find something that would bring Wufei's fever down, he just had to look.
T.B.C.
Oi. Well, I tried. I guess it's kind of fluffyish for you fluff lovers out there. Oh well, until next time people. Ciao.