Title: More Than Enough Love. -Chapter 17
Author: The Phoenix
Rating: NC - 17 (For later on)
Pairings: Uhm, heh.
Warnings: Somewhere along the line, this fic will display my personal views on love (and maybe life)... So be warned that there will be completely unconventional ideals of love, as well as some dark moments, like major depression and sadness. There may even be some really disturbing, heart-twisting moments. I will do my best to make certain chapters skip-able for those who don't want to read stuff like that (as in I will make sure the chapter only revolves around that one scene, and is mentioned in passing in later chapters)...
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys...I only lay claim on my mind and the characters I make up, but all the G-boys (and G-girls) are not mine... So yea... Don't sue me. ^_^

Summary/Notes: Just when things seemed to be getting better.

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That night found WuFei curled up under two thick stuffed blankets and wrapped in strong arms. Duo had refused to let WuFei sleep alone now that the Oriental boy had opened up some. Even when he moved to a different room, WuFei would find himself once again trapped in the American's arms somehow.

Eventually he had given up and curled into Duo's arms, surprised with how safe he felt. Although he had shared Heero's futon, it hadn't really felt safe, as though Joes could just appear, but there in Duo's grasp it felt as if the world was shut out.

While being in such a deep sleep, WuFei's mind allowed itself to wonder, to dream. He rarely had strong enough dreams to remember, but the one that kept coming to the foreground of his mind would certainly stick with him.

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"Chang!" A strong alto called angrily. WuFei looked up from his notebook he was scribing in as the shadow of his betrothed fell across him.

"Yes, Long?" He looked over his glasses at her, wondering why her usual look of contempt seemed to house much angrier feelings now.

"How dare you come and pretend you are worthy of me!" She stomped her foot and crossed her arms, daring him to explain.

"I am as capable a warrior as you, I am a scholar beyond the expectation for your future husband, and I am a challenge for you. I am worthy." He stated calmly as he stood from his makeshift rock seat. He glanced out over the field of flowers he always enjoyed relaxing in.

"Not that, if only that then you would be worthy." She huffed in irritation and grabbed his notebook, tossing it to the ground. "I mean that you bed with men! You were dirtied by several in the streets!"

WuFei stared at his future wife in horror. How had she known? Did the rest of the clan know, would he be looked down upon with knowing eyes, knowing what had been done to him and what he had allowed after?

Meiran shoved him and he toppled to the ground, caught off guard by her attack. WuFei just stared up at her as she glared down at him. "You are beneath me, and I will not marry you. You disgrace yourself, your family, and your clan. How dare you even come back from Europe!"

As he glanced about, looking for an escape from her anger, he noticed the rest of the clan surrounding them. His mother watched him with tears in her eyes, his father wouldn't even look at him. Even his older brother looked passed him, as though uncertain if he should look upon his brother.

"My WuFei..." His mother reached a hand out to him and cried. "You should have just admitted the rape and came home. Even if that broke the marriage, at least you could have been accepted back."

"Now, no!" His father glared at him angrily. "You decide the best thing is to bed with men, and many at that, even women they bed with! You are disgusting and not worthy of the clan name, nor the family name."

WuFei grasped at his tunic over his heart, feeling as though it had stopped beating. Breathing was becoming hard. For being so strict in traditions, and brought up to be so, it could nearly kill him by depression, shock, and anxiety at being told he was not worthy of anything, that he was disgusting to his own family.

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"Hey... 'ey, WuFei!" Duo shook WuFei by the shoulders, attempting to get him concious. Duo had woken up to the other boy's whimper and small tremors. By the time he'd opened his eyes and realized the situation, WuFei was not breathing and was clutching at his tanktop.

"Quatre! Heero!" Duo called out as he pried WuFei's arms from his chest, trying to get him to loosen up a little, hoping that would help him breath a little. He could feel himself starting to panic when he noticed WuFei's lips starting to darken a bit.

The first thing that came to mind was to pry WuFei's mouth open. He forced two fingers between the boy's lips and teeth, then pulled down while his other hand pressed down on WuFei's forehead. He heard running footfalls and felt a little more at ease.

"Duo?" Quatre quieried as he pulled open the door to the room WuFei had picked to sleep in. Seeing Duo over the black haired boy, near panicing, with his fingers prying WuFei's mouth open, Quatre gasped and ran to the bed.

Heero wasn't far behind the blonde, and when he saw the two in a panic, he knew he had to be calm. Making his way to the bed, he pushed them away a little, giving himself room around WuFei. Leaning down to press his ear to the suffocating teen, he listened for the strength of his heartbeat and for any kind of blocked breathing.

"Quatre, get a glass of water." When the blonde nodded and ran off to find some water, Heero turned to Duo. He gave him a reassuring smile before kneeling, straddling WuFei's tense form.

Pressing one hand firmly to WuFei's belly, right at his diaphram, and his other hand grasping WuFei's chin, Heero leaned in to put pressure on the other Oriental's belly. He quickly took a deep breath and pressed his lips to WuFei's. Breathing out into WuFei's mouth, keeping his mouth there to seal the air in, he forced the air to escape down WuFei's throat.

At the same time as breathing into WuFei, Heero pressed roughly on his diaphram. Suddenly WuFei was coughing violently and Heero had to jerk back, so that neither hit heads. Heero also pulled his hand away so as not to crush WuFei's belly.

"Hee-chan! You did it!" Duo cheered happily as he watched WuFei inhale a deep breath before coughing some more. Leaning down, Duo nuzzled WuFei's temple, one hand petting his hair as he tried to comfort him.

Heero, still sitting over WuFei, looked to the door when Quatre came back. Taking the offered water, Heero looked to WuFei. "You need to drink this and calm down. You weren't breathing for long enough to start turning shades of blue."

WuFei looked up at the Japanese teen and nodded. Rubbing away a few stray tears from his suffocation and then coughing fit, he started to sit up, only then realizing Heero was sitting on him. Blushing, he propped himself up on one elbow and reached for the glass. His blush darked as Heero helped him hold the glass to his lips.

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An hour after the incident, Quatre and Heero were downstairs making breakfast, even though it was a little early. Duo had opted to stay in bed with WuFei, saying he was just going to keep an eye on him. Heero had a feeling Duo just wasn't ready to get out of bed and start the day.

Duo nuzzled into WuFei again, arms squeezing the smaller teen a little. He had yet to voice his questions, but knew he was going to before long. A groan escaped the small body in front of him and he moved to rest his chin on WuFei's arm, looking up at his face.

"So, are you going to tell me what caused that?" Duo sighed as he realized it came out less sympathetic than he had wanted it to. It almost sounded accusatory. "I mean, if you want to."

WuFei burried his head under his pillow, knowing it was a cowardly thing to do, but at the moment it didn't seem the worse of his choices. Hearing Duo give a sigh, WuFei grabbed his hand and squeezed lightly before speakiing. "Nightmare."

Duo blinked. Kissing WuFei's shoulder, he pulled the pillow away. "Nightmares happen, nothing to be ashamed of. Wanna talk about it? It might help some."

WuFei wrapped his arms around Duo's neck and held tight. "No... Just... Don't tell me to leave."

Duo felt his heart constrict at how uncertain WuFei sounded. Even after Joes attacked him, WuFei had still held his head up and acted strong. Duo wondered if this little child-like plea was from the real WuFei, or just a laspe in that strength?

As WuFei snuggled into Duo and gave a shakey sigh, Duo realized that WuFei wasn't as stoney as he acted. He wondered if the boy was worried about when he had to go back to China.

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The Phoenix – So, Yay for sitting in the library at college, waiting on my roommate again... English was canceled for the day, so I got a few extra hours to write. For once a chapter done in a few hours. Hope it was alright, enjoy, R&R please. ^_^