Title: Written in Blood
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 2+5, 3+4
Rating: action/mystery
Warnings: Slight Duo torture
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Takes place after the Eve Wars of Endless Waltz. Everyone works for the Preventers.
Disclaimers: I own nothing...not even my computer. So obviously GW isn't mine. Don't sue.
The braided pilot woke up with the worst headache of his life. Little rays of sunlight shone cheerfully through the crack of the curtains and right into his tightly closed eyes. Groaning, Duo attempted to fling his arm up to shield his eyes from the offending light, but was halted halfway. Blearily looking down, he groaned again and untangled his arm from his tie.
Yawning, Duo stretched his cramped muscles. His foot his something solid that fell off the bed with a soft thump. Peering over the side, he realized it was only his suitcase.
"I must have been really out of it last night."
The clock read 2:47pm. WuFei had been at work for over six hours. Duo slid out of bed resolutely and stumbled over towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he winced.
A dark purple bruise had blossomed over his left temple, only half covered by the bloodstained bandage above his eye. He could see bruised covering his neck, partially hidden by his Preventer's jacket. Duo shook his head in distain. He hadn't even taken off his jacket before passing out like a drunkard on WuFei's bed.
Sighing, Duo undressed. He winced at the ugly bruise that colored his side. Sally had told him he was lucky that no ribs were broken. The gash on his head had required sutures and she was concerned about his throat, but otherwise sent him home with a clean bill of health.
Or to WuFei's, home, rather. Duo felt himself blushing at the thought of using WuFei's shower. As he turned on the water, he muttered to himself.
"What's a matter with me? I must've got hit harder than I thought." His shook his head irritably but immediately regretted it when the throbbing headache came back with a vengeance. "Whoa, bad idea."
Peering into the Chinese boy's medicine cabinet, he thankfully found a bottle of aspirin. Downing two of them, he hastily finished undressing and slipped under the deliciously scalding water.
Unbraiding his hair, Duo cautiously washed the chestnut tresses, mindful of the cut on his forehead. Reaching over, he picked up a bottle of WuFei's shampoo. Opening it, he inhaled the rich herbal scent. He poured a generous amount into his hand and began massaging it into his scalp.
The scent of WuFei surrounded him, embraced him. Unconsciously, Duo felt his hands trail down his neck and move slowly down his well, muscled chest. Sudsy fingers trailed down his sides, caressing his flat stomach. With a groan, Duo's hand snaked out to clasp his now aching erection.
Finding an accommodating rhythm, the violet-eyed boy braced himself with once hand against the shower wall, as the water coursed over him. Full lips opened to let out moist, panting breaths at his motions quickened, the image of dark, passion-filled eyes burning into him mind. In his fantasy, it was WuFei that was caressing him.
Duo felt the pressure build to a deliciously aching level. His arm could barely hold him up as his soapy hand virtually flew over his rigid shaft. Groaning, he arched himself further into his calloused palm. Stars flashed through his vision as he held his breath, feeling his climax near. Duo's ears were ringing with the force of it.
The ringing continued and Duo let out a violent curse. Jumping out of the shower so quickly he nearly slipped, he rushed towards the vid-phone, a small towel wrapped hastily around his waste.
"Hello?" His voice sounded unusually husky to his own ears, he hoped he could just pass it off as a result of his injured throat.
"Maxwell?" Wide sloe eyes appeared on the screen. The Chinese boy blushed furiously and looked at a point above Duo's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were indisposed.
Duo had to fight off a blush of his own. "No problem, Wu-chan. What do ya need?"
"I just called to tell you that the man who accosted you last night was nothing but a common burglar."
Indigo eyes widened. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. The man when through a vigorous round of questioning." Dark eyes glinted. "And we even decided to use truth serum. Evidently, word on the streets had it that your house was an easy target and the man was just drunk enough to try it. It was nothing more than an unfortunate coincidence."
"Damn." Duo's eyes closed tiredly. "What about the writing on the wall? Can we at least get a handwriting match?"
"Impossible." WuFei sighed. "The message was written in all capitals. We wouldn't be able to distinguish the writing from the average second grader."
"Blood match?"
"Not until a body shows up."
Duo leaned back on the bed with a sigh. "So we're back where we started."
Silence greeted the American's comment and Duo twisted around to look at WuFei's image. Coal dark eyes were staring at him with an indiscernible expression. Belatedly, Duo realized he was only cover by a towel and the Chinese boy was probably getting more of a view than he ever wanted. Blushing, he sat back up.
"Sorry."
WuFei coughed and looked away. "I-um...talked Une into letting me off at five tonight. So...uh...do you want me took pick up something for dinner?"
Duo smiled. "Some Chinese would be nice."
"Acknowledged. Chang out."
Duo stared at the blank screen for a long time, before deciding that he had better get dressed. He was dripping all over WuFei's bed. Rummaging through his battered suitcase, he produced a comfortable pair of dark-gray drawstring pants and a black cotton muscle shirt. He quickly slipped these on and draped the towel across his shoulder.
He looked at the digital clock sitting on the dresser. It was almost four o'clock. Duo took his first real look at his partner's dwelling. WuFei's apartment was noticeably bigger than Duo's but more simply furnished. Where the American crammed every free inch with mismatched furniture, WuFei had only a few, elegant pieces that were obviously a matched set. A black leather recliner hid snugly in the corner of the den, a small white-marble stand sitting beside it.
A black mahogany desk took up the other end of the den, covered in paperwork and neatly organized files. Duo stepped softly over to where WuFei obviously spent most of his time. The wooden chair slid back on well-oiled wheels and the chestnut haired boy lowered himself gently in it.
Hands roamed lovingly over the engraved surface of the desk, trailing over the sleek black laptop. Out of curiosity, Duo peaked into the drawers. He found the normal office supplies, all meticulously kept. As Duo snooped through the bottom draw, something caught his eye. Removing is carefully, his eyes widened.
It was a picture taken of the group when Duo finally joined the Preventers. Sally and Une threw a big party and demanded that the five of them squeeze together for a picture. They were all dressed in their uniforms and everyone was sitting on the stools by the bar, except for WuFei, who's foot rested on a smaller stool. Duo sat wedged between Heero and the ebony-haired boy, smiling happily up at the camera. WuFei had cut the picture so that only he and Duo were in it, with only a small portion of Heero's shoulder and head visible. Duo examined the picture thoughtfully.
Does this mean what I think it does? Duo caressed the face hiding under the glass. Slowly, he placed the picture back in the draw, shutting it softly. He sat there for a long time, wondering.
End Part Five
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