04-Sep-2000
this fic is *especially* dedicated to jade, who has been having a horrible time with egroups lately. hope this makes you feel better!
and such an original story she's getting, too! it takes place in a *safehouse*! two pilots are trapped there by the *weather*! they have an angsty problem to resolve! they have sex! WOW! never seen *that* combination of events before, have you? sigh. i still like it, though.
DISCLAIMER: Sunrise, Bandai et al own GW, and I own nothing. Suing would be pointless.
WARNING: yaoi, 5x1, PWP, angsty, OOC
*=emphasis
/=thoughts
Wufei ducked his head against the biting wind, blinking his eyes to dislodge the icy crystals of the storm. He waded through the knee-deep snow, dragging the tarp full of wood behind him.
/Gods, what were they thinking? This is a *colony*. Only the insane would climate-control a blizzard!/ Cursing under his breath, he trudged on towards the safehouse, now barely visable through the thickly-falling snow.
Finally, he made it to the door. He rested against it for a moment, panting. /I hope Yuy has started a fire. I'm soaked through and freezing./ Once again he cursed the gods that had sent them on this ill-fated mission, stranding them in a blizzard five days before pick up.
Wufei wrestled himself and his bundle through the door, and then stopped in shock. Heero was sitting right where he had left him, slumped in the middle of the floor, still in his wet clothes, wound still unbandaged. Wufei sighed. /This is not a good thing. I wished only for rest and quiet this evening./ He sighed again. /Still, first things first./
Ignoring Heero for the moment, Wufei unloaded and stacked the wood in a corner by the door. He then went to the fireplace, and quickly built up a blazing fire, smiling faintly at the first warmth he'd felt that evening. He stood in front of the fire until steam began rising from his wet clothes.
With a sigh of regret, he left the fire to go to the kitchen. /Just the basics tonight./ He opened two cans of soup, and set the pot on the stove to simmer. Finally, he felt ready to face Heero.
/I should not be the one here tonight. He has had a shadow, a darkness, upon him for days. Quatre, Duo-- they should be here, not me./ Wufei breifly closed his eyes. /Gods, do not let me hurt him further./
Stopping off in the bathroom for a medical kit, Wufei returned to the living room and sat next to Heero. He reached out for his wounded arm, only to have Heero slap his hand away. "Leave it."
Wufei had been expecting that. He reached out again for the wounded arm, speaking in a way he thought Heero would accept. "It is inefficient and harmful for you to sit here bleeding. You will be unable to complete the mission."
"Fuck the mission."
Wufei raised his eyebrows. Apparently, whatever was bothering Heero was more serious than he thought, if Heero no longer cared about the mission. Hoping it was the right decision, Wufei spoke from his heart. "You would hurt *me* then?"
For the first time that evening, Heero raised his eyes to meet concerned black ones. Wufei could read the unspoken question in them.
"You are my friend and you are injured. I could help you, but you won't let me. It is a hurtful thing, Heero."
Heero considered this for a moment, and then slowly extended his arm to Wufei, who examined the jagged gash that ran the length of his tricep. /I don't *think* it needs stitches, not if I wrap it tightly enough. Good. One less worry, this long, weary day./ He began unrolling a length of gauze.
Heero suddenly spoke. "Are you, Wufei?"
"Am I what?"
"My friend?"
"Have I not said so, Yuy? Do you think I lie?"
Startled, Heero glanced swiftly at Wufei. His broze face remained serene as he finished with the bandage, but Heero could see a glitter of anger in those dark eyes.
"You wouldn't lie. I was... wrong to imply it."
It was Wufei's turn to be startled. Heero did not usually admit mistakes. Hesitantly, knowing it was not his place to pry, but knowing he had to do *something*, Wufei began to speak. "You have seemed... unlike yourself for much of the past few days. Perhaps, I can help you with that, as well?"
"No."
"You will not even let me make the attempt?"
Heero laughed bitterly. "Fine, Wufei. Go ahead. *Attempt*. Tell me, what's the point?"
"The point?"
"Of what we do. Why do we fight?" His voice turned bleak. "Did you see, Wufei? There was a daycare at the base. Did you *see* all the children we slaughtered?"
Wufei closed his eyes. He *had* seen those children. He was sure he would see them in his dreams for many nights to come. Bile rose in his throat, but he forced it down. "We did not target them, Heero. Their deaths were simply an accident of fate."
"Fate?! We killed *children*, Wufei! Why do we think we're any different, any better than OZ?"
"Do you think OZ would *care* about those children? Do you think it would pain them? We fight *because* we feel the pain, so that those who enjoy the killing and destruction will not be the only ones to shape the world."
Heero shook his head and turned towards the fire, his actions denying Wufei's words. He was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet Wufei almost missed the words. "It's not enough anymore."
"Enough?"
"Enough of a *reason*. Why should I even bother? OZ kills, I kill, it's all the same. I don't make a difference. There's no point." Heero lapsed into silence and contemplated the fire.
Wufei was shocked. He'd had no idea such dispair, such disillusionment, was hiding behind Heero's stoic expressions. /He is so close to dying, to *letting* himself die. Gods! Meirian, lend me your strength and compassion. Let me do this one thing right./
He reached out, and grasped both of Heero's hands in his. "I do not understand this talk of 'points'. Life does not *have* a point. Each day you do what you can, and you do not give up."
His grip tightened as Heero tried to pull his hands away. "However, if that is not enough for you, think on this: for many people, myself included, a world without Heero Yuy would be a pale place indeed."
Heero tried once more to free his hands. "Dammit, Wufei! Let go!"
Wufei shook his head and pulled Heero closer, until their faces almost touched. His steady gaze compelled Heero's, until they were staring deeply into each other's eyes. "Heero, I have watched my wife die in my arms. I have seen my family, my clan, my entire colony die before my eyes. I would prefer *not* to watch yet another person I care for die."
Heero's eyes widened. "Care... " he whispered.
Wufei shook his head. "Not like that. Not like Duo cares for you. But you are my friend, my comrade. My life would be diminished, were you gone."
He leaned in and kissed Heero's eyes. "Stay." A cheek pressed to another. "Stay." Lips moved gently against a throat. "Stay." He pulled back, and looked solemnly at Heero. "This is the only comfort I can offer you, this cold, dark evening."
Heero opened his mouth to speak, and Wufei covered it with his own. His hands reached up to cup Heero's face, holding him still. His tongue slid gently against Heero's, parrying, moving, tasting. Wufei slowly moved his thumbs, stroking along the lines of Heero's cheekbones. The kiss finally broke, both Heero and Wufei panting quietly, foreheads touching.
"Wufei, I--" Heero said, breaking off on a gasp as Wufei slowly, surely, slid his hand beneath his tank top. Wufei carefully pushed Heero on to his back.
"No", whispered Wufei, slowly removing Heero's tank top. "Tonight there is no 'I'. Just 'us' and what will come between us." He tossed the tank top aside and straddled the smaller boy. Heero gasped as their erections met; his hips surged upwards, seeking greater friction.
Wufei smiled and shook his head, hands holding Heero's hips still. He leaned over, his open mouth leaving wet trails across Heero's heated skin. Wufei's lips found a nipple, sucking gently, licking, light bites. Heero's breath escaped in a hiss.
Wufei glided a hand up Heero's side, across his chest, making random patterns. Heero shifted restlessly beneath him; Wufei used his weight to hold Heero still. Wuefei could feel the heat, the excitement, coiling within his own body, but he refused to act on it.
/This night is for Heero. An affirmation to show he is cherished and cared for in this world. I will *not* let it become about *my* needs, *my* desires./
Carefully, gently, he dragged his hands down Heero's chest, nails leaving faint red marks. Heero jerked, hands raising to clench in Wufei's hair. Wufei slowly ran his hands along the waistband of Heero's shorts, stroking the skin, before easing the shorts down Heero's legs.
Lingeringly, he dragged the shorts off Heero, mouth following where cloth had been, teeth lightly scraping inner thighs. Once the shorts were gone, Wufei kneeled between Heero's legs, entwining their hands to keep Heero still.
He leaned in, and for a moment rested his cheek against Heero's erection, feeling it move against him in time with Heero's pulse. Then he swiped his tongue along the slit, tasting the salty liquid gathered there. Heero moaned, head tossing.
Wufei once more used his hands to hold Heero's hips still. Then slowly, reverently, he began licking Heero's erection. Long strokes from the base to tip, tongue swirling around the head, poking gently into the slit; the whole process repeated endlessly, slowly, at the same deliberate pace, until a cry was ripped from Heero's throat. "Oh, God, Wufei! Please. . . PLEASE!"
Still slowly, still reverently, Wufei used his mouth to surround Heero, pulling him deep inside until Heero was completely engulfed, caressed by the moist heat of Wufei's mouth. For a moment, no-one moved.
Slowly, Wufei began moving his head, sucking, swallowing, licking, moving up and down Heero's aching shaft; the pace careful and controlled, never hurried or desperate.
Heero felt pleasure swirling through his blood, building, climbing, filling every part of his body with languid heat until suddenly, sharply, he orgasmed; back arching, neck extended, Wufei's name leaving his mouth on a high, keening wail.
Heero collapsed, breathing deeply, heavily, sweat cooling on his skin. Faintly, he could feel Wufei licking his stomach, laving away the traces of his seed that had escaped Wufei's mouth.
Wufei stood and helped Heero to his feet. Only then did Heero notice that Wufei was still completely dressed. Wufei led him to the bedroom, and gently helped Heero to bed. Taking off only his shirt, Wufei climbed into bed next to Heero and pulled him down to lie across his chest. His arms crossed Heero's back, holding him close.
Heero raised a hand to Wufei's cheek. "Wufei, what about you? I mean, you didn't--"
"Shhh. Tonught was a night for you, not for me."
"But, Wufei, I want you to--"
"Shhh. Not this night, Heero. Do not ask it of me." He turned his head and placed a kiss on Heero's palm. They lay quietly for many minutes, listening to the fire crackle in the other room.
Heero spoke quietly, his voice a sleepy mumble. "You know, today would have been a good day to die."
Wufei pressed a light kiss to the top of Heero's head. "Yes, it would have been. But tomorrow might be a better day to die." He could feel Heero smile against his chest.
"Hai. Tomorrow might be better."
END END END
that's it. what did you think?
omigawd! i just remembered! i left the soup on! i hope the safe house doesn't burn down! and i stole from the klingons! what a bad girl i am!
hyuy
just silly tonight
(:./hyuy/snow)
