Valentine Wishes (crazy addition)
Okay... I am just sooooo bored, with my work, I think I am doing my fics, and you guys are just awfully QUIET!!!!! I can't even lurk peacefully!!!!!!! So here! A crazy snippet following the Valentine Wishes. Just a crazy snippet idea, out of frustration. You may say this is the crazy part of the story, I might change this.. coz.. oh well... And the ideas are collective ideas from my fellow colleagues, who like me are still trapped at work (and now is 2:35 AM... okay, no hentai minds, even though 2x3x5 is quite.. whatever) Its nice to have colleagues with the same interest as you do. Notably thanks to Julianne, Gregoriy, and Shazzy.
Sorry for the x-post. its a bad habit I know. Anyway... Disclaimers all... okay?
Yaoi, blah blah blah. OOC, of course.
The three boys -Heero, Duo and Wufei- in the room were obviously nervous, waiting for their two friends to return. They were overwhelmed by worry that something might have befell their two friends.
Trowa had came back later that day looking like he had just met God... in a good sense. All cheerful and bright, those eyes sparkling in earnest. Didn't really look like him at all.
"Hey dude, what happened to you?" Duo mused brightly. To the other four, Trowa's reserved mood was like Heero's sarcastic silence. If any of them turned a bit more cheerful than usual, or worse skipped around the world like a demented deer, then it seemd that the world was coming to an end.
Instead of saying anything, Trowa dragged Heero aside, to the balcony, and shut the sliding balcony doors behind him. Duo was wide-eyed with shock. Could it be? naaaah.
Wufei seemed not to cari, instead he going back to reading, knowing very well that after Trowa came, Quatre would come back sometimes soon. Both of them seemed to have magnets attached, so that one came to search for the other if they were apart. But the twinge of worry was left inside of him, no matter how small. Worries will always be there, until they were all back together.
Duo stood in the shadows watching Heero and Trowa chatting in earnest, frowning occasionally and smiling at each other. Trowa gave Heero a hug and a lingering whisper before they broke from each other. Then Heero moved to the doors, patting lightly on Trowa's shoulder and gave his friend a smile.
Then the sliding doors opened, and Heero gave a bearhug to Duo.
/Oh God, the world is really going to end soon!/
Heero without his usual silence, Trowa without his usual silence too, Quatre is not milling around Trowa or vice versa, and a bearhug from Heero?!
Duo felt his mind spinning.
Then he heard, "Happy Valentine's Day, Duo."
The braided pilot felt his knees buckling, for at least two reasons. One, Heero said "Happy Valentine's Day"... on and off over the years, Duo had been the one who said that and Heero would only reply with a "yeah."
Second, the tone in which those words were said...
"Happy Valentine's Day, Duo."
"Omae o korosu."
No difference. Gods, speaking about monotony.
Sometimes Duo wondered whether that was the only tone Heero was capable of using. If so, no wonder Heero never said a thing longer than a few syllables.
Trowa smiled, at the scene in front of him. Heero hugging Duo, Duo wide- eyed... rare picture. Wufei just gave them a look, smiling...
/Meiran/
/Treize/
oh wait, where does that come from?
Then there was a sharp click from the direction of the door, and it creaked open slightly. All the people in the room looked in its direction. All the eyes in the room widened with shock, but the one widest was Trowa's.
"Quatre?"
Quatre looked up as he took off his shoes and walked up to Trowa. His hands were full of tea coloured roses. "Happy Valentine's Day, Trowa." And a light kiss on those cheeks. Trowa gaped, like the others in the room.
"Oh, this?" Quatre asked sheepishly, handing the flowers to Trowa who fingered them in puzzlement. "I am sorry but they ran out of red ones."
"Its not this..." Trowa said in a low voice. "It's just... oh.. thank you." Trowa placed the roses on the coffee table and gave Quatre a hug.
Duo and Heero,
Quatre and Trowa..
Wufei, and...
Nataku?!
Wait, that doesn't sound right. Duo looked up and caught his other three
friends looking meaningfully at each other. It seemed that Heero, Trowa
and Quatre shared something in common and not willing to share that knowledge somehow. He blinked quizzically as Heero grinned like a demented cat.
Heero?! Smiled?! Let alone like a demented something?! Nevermind, Duo thought. Still as puzzled as ever.
A few looks exchanged between the three, and Trowa whispered something to Quatre who hesitated for a while and then nodded vigorously.
"Wufei." Trowa said, in a level voice.
The chinese pilot looked up from his reading, and musing and raised an eyebrow of enquiry. Before Wufei received his deserved answer, he had been hoisted to his feet by his two friends, and being dragged all the way to the door.
"Hey wha... let go of me!"
Trowa and Quatre said nothing but had Wufei putting on his shoes, and putting on their shoes. Trowa opened the door and winked back to Heero, who grinned.
Duo thought he was as lost as his Chinese friend. After the door clicked,
"Heero! what is this all about?"
Heero smiled and descend upon Duo's lips. As they were catching their breath after the long heated kiss, Heero proceeded to tell his, Trowa's and Quatre's encounter. Making sense enough, Duo was wide eyed in shock, terror and amusement, all at the same time.
His exclaimation was laced with disbelief, shock, horror and laughter.
"You three had actually bedded Zechs?!"
"Well, I and Quatre. But Trowa could be more appropriately said to have been bedded by Zechs."
"Doesn't matter." Duo rebuked quickly. "And Wufei?"
Heero just smirked but Duo knew.
Duo poked at Heero's waist and said, "I'd better be next." Seeing Heero's eyes widen, Duo laughed.
"Just joking! I am happy and more than complete with you around!" He hugged his friends tightly, "afterall, 1 and 1 is Duo, right?!"
TBC!!!
of course. This is just us four meddling around. Might go under serious change later on.. but for thetime being here's the product of us four having a very late night working hour! Very OOC, so Iwouldn't whine if you send flames to me. NEway, gotta go back to work, us four had enough fun than what our paycheck dictated.
Ja!
19 Feb 2000
Notes: I know I am not supposed to send anything before I finished work But I can't help it. Being tortured by my colleagues ISN'T the best way to live!!!!!! And this is not really a valentine fic anymore isn't it, and this is short. Didn't have the time anymore. and thanks to Vries who posted this for me. Minna, is she making enough noise? (yah, like I ever do make noise. I bet she's noisier than I am)
~Side notes from Vries: I am not torturing, and I am making noise, and JejeFish, go back to work.
Wufei couldn't say anything but consented being dragged all over the place by Trowa and Quatre. Some occasional screeching that spins around "Injustice" and "onna" even as there didn't seem to be any injustices or onna-s.
Quatre and Trowa seemed to ignore him, as they had grown accustomed to his shouts.They dumped, literally dumped, him at the gates of something that Wufei recognised as an artefact of his people. Unconsciously he walked in, through the gilded dragon gate.
He felt as if he had been sucked back to his homeland. Reminiscence hit him squarely. The scent of peony, the familiar poplar trees, the streams singing out songs, reeds and storks, the familiar stone statues, and the landscape.
Everything. The compound.
He walked through the familiar surroundings, his mind playing themes of his childhood in his head.How he wished that Treize would be with him there too.
But then again, maybe Treize chose to spend his valentine's day working. or with Zechs.
A tinge of jealously crept into his heart. "injustice" he muttered blandly.He circled the half of the front court before pondering of getting into the main reception area. But before he walked into the room, he spotted a stone shrine at one end of the garden.
He walked there and picked paid his homage. From his kneeling position he turned and looked around. It was a beautiful place indeed, brought each strand of reminiscence. Of course the beauty of this place is more divine than any place he ever saw, more beautiful, more grand, more imposing, almost heaven.Then he heard rustles of leaves. He snapped back.
Then he saw, someone oddly familiar. But the attire didn't gave him any precognitions.
Long platinum blond hair. Lean frame, beautiful blue eyes, shining even from a far. Oh he'd be damned if he didn't realise who.
Zechs! What's he doing here?! But then... the attire wasn't the one he usually saw the OZ pilot wore. No, the Zechs he knew never wore filmy robes, never wore golden bangles, never wore gilded neck chokers. Never looked ethereal, never looked so godly...Never been so beautiful...
Wufei snapped from his reverie. /Where does that thought come from?!/ he shook his head. He had been queasy lately.Then the figure turned to face him, eyes wide in surprise.
"Wufei?" the figure choked.
"Zechs!" /Oh Gods! He really is Zechs./
Wufei couldn't say anything. But stared at the man in front of him. Basking in the bright sunlight of day.
"Wufei! what are you doing here?!"
"and you? what are *you* doing here?"
Then there's silence. Wufei could see the amusement twinkling in the eyes of the blond man in front of him. Then he could hear, "Wufei, are.. ah. are you not with Treize?"
"Whatever for?"
"It's Valentine's Day remember?"
"Me? Treize? I thought he was with you."
"If only..." Zechs sighed and sat on the stone bench. "He just don't seem to remember I existed anymore. He's distant, Wufei, very. I don't know whether he actually need me anymore, I mean, outside military duty. Our relationship is now no more than a commander-subordinate type."
Wufei swore, for once Zechs looked forlorn. He hesitated on whether he should give words or comfort or just leave. Another sight of the OZ captain gave him a real shock. Zechs really looked like a god. His attire, the surrounding. Really like the gods he thought of when he was small. Beautiful, magnificent.
The air stilled. Both of them knew not what to do. And Wufei could suddenly see, a crystal tear fell from those blue eyes.
Then there's a wistful laugh from the man seated. "You must now look at me in disgust, no? Men don't cry."
Wufei suddenly shook his head vigorously, "no no. I know how you feel." He hesitantly placed his on the stooped shoulders.
"Really?"
"I... I... I am hesitating now, Zechs." The chinese pilot sat beside the other, his gaze far into the horizon. "Am I the one who created all these mess? If I declined his offer to be his lover, would you.. I feel like a lover snatcher, Zechs. Loss of integrity?"
Zechs laughed and turned to face the young pilot. "No, of course not. If you turned down his offer, I might not be alive today. He would vent it on me." Another laugh, "Let's just say you saved my life, ne?"
To Wufei the laugh was bitter. A forced laugh. But then he saw Zechs smiled, "Don't feel bad, Wufei. I am still around him, I could still see him, could still touch him, could still talk to him. That's enough for me." Another tear.
"Ah... I am sorry." Zechs said at last, his fingers reached to brush the single tear.
Wufei suddenly took hold of those fingers and wiped the tear with his own hand. Then his fingers lingered on those pale cheek, caressing it slowly. In his heart he asked loudly, as of why he's suddenly attracted to this OZ pilot. Beautiful, strong, fragile.
Zechs eyes questioned him, or even dared him. Of what? he knew.
"You know, Zechs, I think we have to spend this time alone. No Treize. Alone. We're both the same in some situation. You were his lover, I would be discarded soon, I think. I bet he's out with someone now."
Zechs smiled, this time Wufei felt his heart warmed a bit. "No. Of course not. You're perfect for him, he said so. He must be worried black and blue as of why you are not there with him." then a low chuckle. Silently Wufei noted how beautiful everything of Zechs were.
Suddenly, a glint of mischief came into Wufei's eyes. He lunged forward and straddled the blond pilot. "Oh, lets see what he will say if he found me screwing his subordinate instead of him."
The blond OZ pilot stared in disbelief. He was about to say something when the younger man's mouth descended over his.
"Dance like no one's watching,
love like you'll never be hurt,
sing like no one's listening,
live like it's heaven on earth."-W.P./A.B.
Zechs didn't know how or when or why, but he was lying there on the warm stone bench, pressed hard, with a Chinese boy looming above him, both of them stark naked. His robe had joined the rest of Wufei's clothing on the ground.
"Wufei?" he said, softly, as Wufei traced his chest with deft fingers.
the chinese boy replied with a short, "hm?"
"Ah, nothing." Zechs shook his head softly, and he reached up to kiss the other. "You're good."
Wufei's lips trailed down from the heated lips, onto the long slender neck, and nipped the base slowly, releasing a low pleasured growl from Zechs, as the other man's hand traced circle around the young nipple, slowly teasing it up to a point of arousal.
Wufei then trailed down even more, coating Zechs' bronze skin with thin sheen of pleasure, and he enclosed one of the rose coloured nipples with his mouth. Zechs could feel his body strung tight with surprise and pleasure. Surprised at how such a small gesture, something that he always had felt could bring about such intense feeling in him.
The young chinese pilot could feel the knot under his body and as he nibbled softly, ministering the slowly aroused nipple, he said, "Touch me, Zechs. Please..."
Zechs, in his hazy mind tried to piece of the sweet sounding plea, and so he trailed his hands down, towards the semi-erect length of Wufei. As those slender, calloused fingers touched the flushed flesh, the young pilot could feel electricity rushing up his being. "Kami-sama..." he felt as if he had been touched by a godly existance. Never had anything felt so good.
The fingers worked their way slowly along the length while Wufei lapped the pebble-like nipples with matching coherence. Soft moans and exchanged breaths risen up into the air. Beautiful... Wufei thought.
He made his way even lower, touching the sturdy chest slowly and licking the skin as he made his way to Zechs own erection. Zechs could feel himself tightening up the more Wufei neared his manhood. It hurted. And the next thing he realised was that the boy had covered all of his in those sweet mouth.
The chirping birds ceased to sing in their world,
the wind ceased to blow in their world,
the time ceased to exist,
all that existed were
two lonely souls,
searching...
"Damn you, Wufei... now.. please..." Zechs could no longer contain his need, that throbbing passion, that throbbing urge. But Wufei didn't seem to care. He licked away the salty semen that graced that godly length, savouring something that was very forbidden, and ecstatic at the same time.
"Please, Wufei..."
He ignored the plea and brought Zechs up to meet his lips, the two shared the taste of one another. Zechs gasped slowly into Wufei's mouth, "Please..."
The pleas sounded so right for the chinese pilot. The pleas were silver bells and the rites of spring. Wufei smiled. "Anything that my god wants me to do..." and he traced his fingers slowly until he found the tight opening.
"Really, Zechs?" he asked, more of a tease, more of a passion.
Zechs could do nothing but nod, and he placed himself, his energy seemed to be drained from him. "Please, Wufei."
Wufei nodded and pressed himself onto the entrance, as he placed his hands around Zechs, and he entered, slowly, not wanting to hurt.
He could feel Zechs tightening his grip, his slow moans, he could feel the hips thrusting up, meeting his.
"Wufei..."
ah, this voice... so heaven-sent...
"Zechs..."
And then everything just seem to blur off, everything just seem to disappear. No more hurt, nor longing.
No more fear,
No more war,
Just two of them.
Zechs,
Treize,
Meiran.
Wufei pondered, as the last thread of thought left him. Love?
They laid there, Wufei collapsed on top of Zechs, as Zechs ran his hand idly on his back and as the younger one sighed softly.
"Wufei, what have we done?"
"I don't know, to be honest, Zechs."
A low chuckle.
"What will Treize say about this?"
"I don't care what he say, I've just had my wishes granted."
"What was that?"
"I've just met my god"
and slumber took upon them.
Zechs woke up, trying to collect his thoughts. The sun was setting, his robe was carefully flung across him. His mind fuzzed.
"Wishes..."
He shook himself from his reverie. /I am alone, and will always be. I don't need anyone./ As he lifted himself from the bench he strode softly into his room. His mind blank.
Wufei opened the door to his apartment, his feeling high soaring. He almost bumped into a running Duo, who's obviously dressed for a dinner with Heero.
"Whoa, Wu-man!"
"Don't call me Wu-man, its Wufei, for god's sake." and he flushed suddenly, /god/
/Zechs?/
Duo tapped the dazed chinese pilot's shoulder, "Seemed like you had a nice valentine... Anyway, I am late. Heero's waiting!"
Wufei watched as the american pilot dashed out from sight. He lifted his head to the heavens and saw the sun set hue of purple and blue. The sky at its clearest. No speck of cloud, just endless curtain of blue, purple and orange.
"Valentine..."
"when all wishes of love came true."
He smiled and went in.
Closing the door with a crisp click.
umm. dats it I think. Please tell me what you think? please? I know its a wee bit late for this, and I know that I am incoherent, i know I am bad at this, so this should generate enuff noise. I think.
Please?
<>< JejeFish!