July 22, 2000
Rating: Adult...ish.
Pairings: 3+4 and now a 5+2
Warnings: I have lost complete control over this fic. I have absolutely *no* clue as to what's going to happen next. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Acknowledgements: I think it is only fair to give credit where credit is due. And it's definitely due. So to all the fic-authors on this list, thank you. Special thanks to Bonne, Von, RavynFyre, and Kitsune who are doing a wonderful job proofing each part. You girls are too good to me--keep it up! ^_~
Notes: The guy who can't die despite numerous attempts (yeah, that would be the Perfect Soldier-boy) is being held captive by some people-- Valdeon and Jacqueline -- somewhere in the West Caribbean. Meanwhile, Duo and Wufei have been...err, busy... yeah, that's it. Busy. #^_^#
Up... down... swoop... kick... settle...
The fluid movements cut through the early morning haze with practiced grace. Dark hair was loose, free to fall around his face, forming an ebony frame to delicate Asian features. Onyx eyes were kept shut as he poured his full focus into calming his mind, body, and spirit. One thing prevented him from attaining his goal.
A pair of violet-hazed eyes, staring out at him from the bed he had left a half-hour earlier.
Duo didn't say anything--which in and of itself is something to marvel at--though he'd been awake since Wufei left the bed and began his morning ritual. He'd watched as the Chinese boy moved from form to form without hesitation, with a single-mindedness that could outdo even Hee---
No. That wasn't right. He shouldn't be comparing the two no matter *how* alike they really were. And they *were* alike. In so many minute ways. Their stubbornness. Their pride. Their dedication. Their devotion.
'He loves you....'
He watched silently as the arms that had held him gently, passionately, lovingly, the night before now blocked imaginary attacks and brought down imaginary foes. He watched as the body that had pressed so eagerly against his only hours before became a deadly machine. He watched. Amazed.
Amazed...and at a loss for words. Did it really happen? Did he... and Wufei...? He swallowed, wondering if he should *feel* something. He didn't. Oh, he was a little weirded out. Hell! He'd just had sex with his co-pilot! The infamous Chang Wufei, no less! The only thing more amazing than that would've been if it had been--- but, no. He had said he wasn't going to do that, remember?
He sighed, shifting in the cooling sheets. No, he didn't feel different. At least not physically. Oh, there was a bit of a discomfort back *there* but considering and all... But... he was a little... he didn't know what. Shy? Maybe. Embarrassed? Yeah, a little of that too. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to act all lovey-dovey around the Chinese pilot now? He liked Wufei and all...but he wasn't in love with him...
And how would Wufei act around *him* now? Would he be... oh, he didn't know, nicer, maybe? Wufei? Nice? He almost snorted at the thought. Would the other boy expecting him to... to *want* it? Not that he was entirely against the idea, mind you. But... he didn't know...
He remembered Sister Helen back at the old church before it was torched. He remembered overhearing her talking to one of the older girls. Remembered her saying something about 'saving' herself for marriage, or at least making it 'worth it'. He remembered making a promise to 'save' himself for marriage and there-by win the sister's approval. He remembered making a lot of promises. Too many of them had been broken.
'Was it worth it?' he thought he heard Sister Helen ask in her gentle voice.
He stared at that body. It looked perfect. It had *felt* perfect, last night... And then he looked deeper. He looked at the soul and spirit and heart of the man who resided in that boy's body.
'Yeah, it was,' he whispered back silently to the long-dead nun.
'I am glad....'
"You are quiet." His attention was brought back to the Chinese boy. "And you are staring." Wufei ended his last form and turned towards the bed. The large window behind him was growing lighter with the oncoming day.
"I'm just thinking," Duo replied amiably. Wufei made a disbelieving sound that sounded something similar to a snort and crossed the distance of the room. Duo shifted on the bed, laying more onto his back, as the other boy sat down on the edge. Their hips brushed.
Heat was radiating from Wufei's body, though he wasn't sweating. It seemed to jump through the air and burn him. Wufei's hand reached out and brushed the long strands of his hair away from his face. He knew the mane was a mess--in the back of his mind he cringed for sleeping with it loose.
"Do you... regret... having..."
"No," he said softly, giving his head a little shake to accompany the denial. His hand reached out of its own accord and grasped Wufei's. He swallowed. "No, I don't regret it."
A look flooded Wufei's face. He had no way of knowing it was relief. "I am glad," the Chinese boy said, leaning over slowly and brushing their lips together.
Duo's body--new to the act of love--needed to encouragement as it shifted closer to the other boy. His lips opened under Wufei's tender assault. No further acquiesce was needed as Wufei's tongue swept against his and the two boys began to have a very pleasant morning----err, well, for the most part, pleasant morning.
End of Part Sixteen: By Dawn's Early Light
Andrea Readwolf
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