July 14, 2000
Rating: Adult -- this posting does contain scenes that may be unsuitable for young readers. (Not that I'm going to stop you from reading or anything... heck I wouldn't stop reading, especially after seeing something like that! ::winks::
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!). Hmmm... and... and... is that a lemon fresh scent I smell? Hmm... strange... I can't imagine why...::coughs::
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes.
Notes: Well, since my computer's offline (::grumbles mean nasty things about electrical storms, finicky modems, and a faulty Ethernet::), and, seeing as how I'm just about finished wading through a three-week back-log (Great fics everybody! But you already knew that)... I've decided it's about time I gave this story another crack. Now, before I left Gainesville, I wrote this part. Three weeks later I've decided to rewrite it and spruce it up a bit. In my head are the next couple of parts rattling around. However, they haven't been cooperating very nicely--which is why they're still in my head and not down on paper (or computer as the case maybe).
Recap: The boys are on downtime. A mission came in. Heero accepted and left. Duo was not happy. Wufei comforted him. They washed and brushed each other's hair, and then fell asleep...together. Heero, in the meantime, is in the Caribbean--or Gulf of Mexico, however you chose to look at it--working with a small band of rebels to blow up an armourments building. We also learned that Heero's been intercepting missions sent to the others. And in a touching little part that really had no educational purpose (or did it... hmmm. What was that sister's name and just why was Quatre upset?) we got to see Duo and Quatre dance and make merry... no, no, no. Not that merry. Jeez! You people are determined to have your lemon, aren't you?
Up... down... swoop... return... kick... push...return...
Block... block... strike... return... kick... push... return...
"Are you going to stand there watching me all night?" The Asian boy's voice held the lilt of amusement--though the mask that he worn did not bend. He moved through the form with grace and ease, not pausing to look over his shoulder to the shadow he knew was there. Painfully aware was there... for the last ten minutes...
"I was thinking 'bout it," the braided-boy replied flippantly, smirking. He had been leaning there against the doorframe for a full ten minutes now, watching as Wufei moved from one form into another--pausing only to take a breath and resettle himself in between. His mind was working quickly--taking notes, mentally following along with the graceful movements that were deceivingly deadly.
"Hmphf. You'd be better off to join me than just watch. Then I could correct you when you make a mistake," Wufei shot, his voice betraying no emotion, but the sudden turn that was a part of the next move caught the whisper of a smile teasing the Chinese boy's lips.
"Hey! What makes you think I'd know anythi--"
"Heero," Wufei cut in quietly, stopping mid-move, standing up... turning around and facing Duo--no emotion painted across his face. Completely stotic. Even those coal black eyes that stared at him with some... intensity. Yeah, intensity, that was it. But... why? Duo wondered...
Violet eyes narrowed... the grin faltered, before quickly snapping back into place. Duo swallowed--hard--refusing to acknowledge any effect those eyes might have. An intensity. Just like... no, don't go there, boy. Nothin' but trouble there. "Oh, really?" Duo asked, crossing his arms in front of him in a lazy jesture that he had long ago perfected. He looked... like a lazy cat, before it pounced, Wufei thought. "And just what did mister Heero Yuy say, hmm?"
Wufei stood tall, stood still, arms at his side... staring. What was too much and what was too little? Instead, he chose another path. "If you had wanted to learn, Duo," he said softly--barely above a whisper. "You had only to ask..."
Duo seemed to find that funny--he even found the courage to laugh, catching the quick flicker in those coal eyes when he did. "Oh! Really?" he asked. He primped against the frame--an arm lifting over his head, his hand playing with lose trendils at his neck as his other played over his stomach with the fabric of his customary black suit. "And then what, Wufei?" The teasing curve his lips turned down. "Listen to you rant 'bout how a 'braided-baka' like me wouldn´t know the difference between Kung Fu and Karate if it bit him on the nose?" He saw the flicker in those black eyes but pushed farther. "No thanks. I'll pass."
Wufei's brow twitched--the only indicator of emotion. "I wouldn't--"
"Yes," Duo cut him off. "You would."
Wufei did frown then. "Perhaps," he said softly, turning back around to face the wall, dropping into a beginning position.
Duo felt something in his stomach clutch. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. 'Well? What were you expecting? For him to drop down on bended knee and beg for you to practice with him? Argue with you, even?' He made a sound in his throat. 'You really are a baka, Duo Maxwell!'
He swallowed once more and pushed away from the doorframe. Draping his black over-shirt over the back of the chair where Wufei's own white shirt rested, the braided boy fell into place beside the Asian boy. Wufei spared him a glance, a smile, and then began the form.
"The Dragon," Wufei said softly; his right hand drifting up and out from his thigh to about the level of his hip, before drifting back down to his thigh. "This was the first form I ever learned." The movement repeated, his hand drifting up to the level of his chest. "My father taught it to me when I was only five." The hand swept up, clutched the air over his head... and then fell back to place beside his hip. "I still can hear my father's voice... patient... gentle... caring... as he walked me through it...
"'The Dragon is a creature of grace and beauty, my son, but also one of deadly ability... he is swift and elusive with fierce, light, and hidden movements. The Dragon is a creature of ancient wisdom and force, which combines with mystic knowledge to overcome his enemies. It is said, he who knows the dragon feels the fire of inner power. He is one with the fire... and the wind... '
"'The Dragon is known for his ferocity and lightness... He stalks, attacks, and counters swiftly. The dragon is similar to the tiger, but he prefers a direct approach, moving into an opponent on an angle-- to better control and to avoid a direct confrontation of force.'"
The form ended, the two boys settling--sweating, panting. Wufei turned to his comrade, breathing deeply--his eyes light with a strange passion that both excited and terrified Duo.
He was hot. Hotter than he'd ever been when practicing by himself It was as if the very air was burning around him. It confused him. Wufei had kept the pace of the form slow--slower then Duo had ever practiced. But... but... it was as if he was pulsating with some... some sort of energy.
"I am like the dragon," Wufei said softly.
"I stalk..." His eyes searched those of his comrade but found only wonderment, confusion there.
"I attack..." He took a step closer, effectively closing the little space that distanced him from Duo.
"I prefer direct approaches." Onyx eyes fell from the violet gaze that transfixed and bewitched him so---fell to the lips that were slightly apart as they took in life-giving air.
"I take..." he whispered, a hand sneaking out to find its way to Duo's neck, his thumb playing over the sensitive skin of the boy's throat. He felt Duo swallow... and gently, he exerted force against the fragile neck, drawing the braided-boy closer.
'You Fool! What do you think you are doing?!'
'Well, hmm... good question... I think I'm about to let Wufei kiss me.'
'And what about Heero?'
'What about Heero?'
'What do you mean "what about Heero?"! Don't you think you're betraying the "love" you proposably have for him?!'
'Hmm... good question. Let me get back to you on that one...after the kiss.'
The demon voice in Duo's head swooned.
He was mere centimeters away from those lips when Wufei paused.
"If you are going to run away," he said--just on this side of breathless--"I suggest you do it now, Maxwell..."
Violet eyes searched onyx... and then lids fell over those coal eyes.
Wufei stepped away. "I need a shower," he said softly, turning away, grabbing his shirt from the chair, and leaving.
Duo gasped--suddenly finding himself completely alone...
Well, he would have been completely alone... but that damn demon inside his head had decided to wake back up and was now scolding him...
Cold.
Colder than cold.
Freezing.
And it still wasn't enough.
'Dammit! What were you thinking?!'
'That's just it. I wasn't thinking...'
'Oh, you were thinking all right. You were thinking of doing things you have no right to even be thinking about doing! That's what you were thinking!'
'You know what? I refuse to be a part of this conversation.'
'HA! Good luck! Or have you forgotten I am you!'
"Hmphf. So now I'm insane," Wufei mumbled under the blast of frigid water.
"Well, it's good to know I'm not the only one," a voice answered him.
Onyx eyes snapped open--and were greeted to a feast-full of frigid spray. "Ahh!" The shower curtain rustled as he fought the stinging. A hand touched his back and nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling around in the small confines of the shower. "What are you doing, Maxwell?!"
Duo smiled and wink, waving a wash cloth in one hand. "You wash my back, I wash yours," he offered, leaning over to reach for the soap.
The dark haired boy reared back, bumping into the chrome faucets. Violet eyes laughed at him as the braided boy grasped the soap and began lathering it into the washcloth. "Turn around, Wufei," he whispered over the hissing shower stream.
"Duo...." He warned, swallowing hard. His onyx eyes widened--alarm? Shock? Fear? Surprise? Who cares? An impatient Duo reached for him and he turned around, swallowing... hard, stepping back into the cold spray... cold spray that suddenly became scalding hot. He hissed--the hot water slapping into him even as two hands began to play over his bare back.
Control. Control. Control. Control. Con--oh, who the hell am I kidding?
Duo slipped the scratchy cloth up over Wufei's neck... playing down over both shoulders... tracing down his spine before sweeping out over each shoulder blade and rib cage. The cloth brushed over his buttock and then down each leg before sweeping back up. He left no spot un-soaped--and the running water that rushed the suds away only gave him reason to repeat the whole procedure...
"Duo..." Wufei growled. He had long ago surrendered to the sweet torture the braided boy seemed more then willing to play at, falling forward and resting most of his weight on his arms--palms flat against the steamy tile. He would allow the boy to play... but he knew he must not--
"Hai?"
It was a whisper in his ear... and he could feel ever inch of that lithe body pressing into his...
"You are playing with fire, Duo," he warned... not trusting himself to look at the boy.
Duo's hands came up and around his body, beginning to suds it from his current position. "It wouldn't be the first time," he whispered into Wufei's other ear. "I'm not afraid of getting burnt..."
His hand swept lower over Wufei's body... the cloth slipping against his inner thigh before retreating back up his body. Wufei growled--producing a chuckle from Duo.
Control. Control. Control. Control. Con--Fuck control. Think about what Heero would--
"And--" --swallow-- "And what about-- about Heero?"
The hand froze--and he wanted to scream for having asked the cursed question.
'And what about Heero?' Isn't that the question he had asked himself? Yes, Duo, what about Heero? Don't you love him? Isn't that what you've been telling yourself for the past month and a half? Isn't that what Quatre had said to him? 'You love Heero.' Yes... but... but...
"Heero's not here," Duo replied solemnly.
Wufei shot a look over his shoulder--his eyes flaring. "And if he was?"
'Heero's not here... but if he was? If he was? If he was...then...
Duo smiled. "If he was, then I'd still be right here... and he'd probably be on the damn computer," he quipped.
The Chinese boy stared at him--a mixture of emotions running across his face almost as quickly as the water. And then--with a growl--he whirled, pushing Duo up against the tiled wall, his lips sealing over his.
The suddenness of it surprised him. But, if there was one thing that could be said of Duo Maxwell it was that he was a quick adjuster. He felt the sound tickle his throat as a moan rose up; he let it. He closed his eyes, leaving himself free to concentrated on the taste, the touch, the... sensation of lips moving over his. His arms adjusted around the Chinese boy, hold him closer...
Wufei's lips teased--his tongue and teeth played... devoured. And Duo was more than happy to return the gestures. Teeth grazed lips. Tongue brushed teeth. Lips parted in short breaths. Throats purred. Hands--
<<KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK>>
"Hey, guys? Not to interrupt or anything, but Quatre asked me to tell you that dinner will be ready in five minutes." There was a pause... and then, "It's not enough time... trust me. Get dressed, you have the rest of the night."
Duo was panting into Wufei's shoulder. Wufei's forehead rested against the tiled wall supporting Duo's back, eyes shut tight--to block out the reality of what he had just done...? Or the reality that threatened to resurface the moment one of them should speak?
Duo turned his head to the side, barely suppressing a groan. "Thanks, Trowa," he called out. "Remind me to repay the favor!"
Was that a chuckle? "Not at all," Trowa replied through the door before turning and walking back down the hallway.
Duo turned to look at Wufei and licked his lips. "As good as you taste, Wu-man, I am hungry..."
Wufei snorted, stepping back away from the American boy. "Why am I not surprised, Maxwell?"
End of Part Six: Tale of the Dragon
Andrea Readwolf
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