July 20, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: Established 3+4 but... can't everybody have a little fun...? Sure they can... (now if I can only figure out how...)
Warnings: **Yaoi** themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas. Incoherence and random POV switching throughout. Wet G-boys (gotta luv that!). If this part works out the way it's supposed to, then beware! There be LEMON up ahead...
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Thank You's: Thanks to everyone who's been encouraging this little project along. It's great to know you guys are enjoying the read!
Notes: Well, we've seem to have quite the little situation on our hands don't we? Heero and Wufei have been intercepting incoming missions to the others and taking them over themselves. The other gundam pilots have just discovered this. After a small confrontation in the study, Trowa and Quatre left...leaving Wufei and Duo... alone...
Trowa stood, pulling his small blond lover up beside him. "It is late," he said, looking from Duo to Wufei--neither of who bothered to look in his direction. "We should retire and continue this discussion in the morning." He lead a protesting Quatre out of the room, stopping at the door to offer a soft "Good night" before pulling the door shut--leaving Wufei and Duo alone in the study.
Wufei studied the boy in front of him. It was plain to see the boy was more than just a little upset. And there was nothing he knew to do for him. That knowledge struck Wufei deeper than any other experience his short life had dealt him. Even the death of his wife...? Meriem... she was so strong... a fighter... but his feelings for her could never compare to the feelings his co-pilot roused within him. The intensity of those feelings frightened him.
He swallowed, closing his eyes, trying to keep those feelings at bay. 'You are a traitor, Chang Wufei. A traitor to your friends who trusted you, a traitor to your dead wife whose memory you betray, and a traitor to yourself.'
"Trowa's right," he said, his eyes still closed. "It is late. We are all tired. We can continue this conversation in the morning when we are all more in control of ourselves. For tonight, it is over."
The hand on his arm caught his attention. Onyx eyes looked into a violet gaze. "This is far from over, Chang Wufei."
Onyx eyes look from that hand pinching his arm, up... up to the curved neck whose taste he could still remember... up to the cheek he could still feel... up to those eyes that could do things to him no other man or woman could. And he swallowed. "You're upset, Duo," he said softly. "Go to bed. Get some sleep. In the morning things'll be calmer."
He turned to leave, but was whirled back around again. "To hell with that, Wufei! I'm tired of you and Heero and everybody thinking you can just tell me what to do and I´m gonna do it like a good little bitch!"
It was years of practice and training that allowed Wufei to step out of the path of the right that aimed for him.
Block. Grasp. Twist. Hold.
Duo was panting, facing the floor, his braid brushing that oriental rug Quatre had insisted on buying, his arm twisted up behind his back.
"This is silly, Duo. There's no need for us to be fighting."
"Damn you, Wufei," the braided boy panted, his eyes clenched tight. "Damn you. Damn you. Why'd you let him leave? He could've been hurt. He could've... " He swallowed, turning his head away. "He's gonna get himself killed if he keeps pushing himself like this. I thought J was crazy, but now... and you knew!" he hissed. "You knew and you didn't try to stop him!"
He gasped, choking. His body rocked with a sob and Wufei's grasp lightened, allowing the braided-boy to slide to floor in a slump. "I thought it was..." He shook his, grinding his palms into stinging eyes. "Oh god, it's me, isn't it? I'm the reason he keeps going accepting all these missions, aren't I?"
Wufei started, but Duo didn't give him a chance to get a word in edge-wise---not that *that* was different from normal... but dealing with a psycho Duo Maxwell was *much* preferable than dealing with... with... with... well, with *this*!
"He left 'cause I'm always bothering him. 'Cause I don't know when to leave him alone. God! I chased him to his death!"
"Stop this." It was an order, accompanied by a shake. "Stop this this instant, Duo Maxwell. You are acting like an... an... an emotional woman!"
Duo laughed at that, still sniffling. He scrubbed his face with a hand. "I am, aren't I?" He laughed again. "God, how fitting!" He started laughing again...but ended up sobbing.
Wufei felt more helpless than moments before. He wrapped an arm under Duo's arms and tried to pull him up. "C'mon," he said gruffly. "You need to get to bed."
Duo didn't say anything, but he let Wufei lead him upstairs to his room. Inside, he slumped onto the bed, completely drained. Wufei undressed him down to his boxers and then turned to leave before Duo said a word. "Hey, Wufei?"
"Hmm?" the Chinese boy was stiff as he turned to look at the boy lying near-naked on the bed. He was breathing hard as he forced his eyes to look no-where other than Duo's face.
"Promise me something?"
Wufei swallowed. He'd promise anything if that would get him out of that room faster. "What?" he asked.
"Promise me... Promise me that if I ever say 'Heeeerooooo' or start acting like Relena in anyway you'll shoot me?"
The Chinese boy couldn't prevent the smile that teased his lips. "I'll pull the trigger myself," he promised, turning back to leave. He got as far as the door.
"Hey, Wufei?"
His hand was on the doorknob--so close to escape. "Yes," he said, looking down over his shoulder.
"Promise...Promise me something else?"
Onyx eyes closed as Wufei sucked in another breath of air. "What, Duo?" he asked softly.
Duo licked his lips, scrounging up his courage. "Promise me... that you'll stay with me tonight...?"
Wufei couldn't suck in enough air. His eyes flew up and bore into those violet depths. "Don't make me beg," Duo added softy, swallowing.
End of Part Eleven: Confrontation
Andrea Readwolf
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