Howdy, y'all! ^_^ Some of you may know that I recently hit 40,000 on my GWA page. Megan K. was my 40,000th visitor, and her request for a gift fic was a flufflet with Wufei and Duo. Now, I really did intend to write a brand-new story for my gift-fic, but... Tzi and I had this one already mostly done and collecting cobwebs. So! I dusted it off, and we tweaked it a little, and here it is - one genuine fluffy Duo and Wufei-type thingie! Megan, I hope you enjoy it, and thank you!
I guess I should go ahead and mention that we don't own Gundam Wing, and this fanfic is not meant to be taken as a claim to copyright of the characters or situations which were not created by us. Also, we're not making a penny off of this, and no offense or disrespect is intended towards the creators and rightful owners. There are characters from other anime series making cameo appearances later on, and we don't own them, either, nor is any offense intended by our misusing them the way we have. *^_^*
"Dinner was wonderful," Wufei said solemnly as they began to pile into the car again. It was somehow easier for him to get *in* than it was for him to get *out*, a thing which made for much frustration, but... At least in the dark nobody could see him blush as he thought about Duo helping him out before and wondered for a moment if he'd do it again before he dismissed himself as being a complete moron. /It's just because I'm a midget.../
"Dessert," Quatre practically cooed. "Ohh, dessert was..."
"Heavenly," Heero supplied, but he was thinking of Quatre.
"Practically orgasmic," Duo suggested, grinning as the car started smoothly. It would've totally wrecked the evening if he'd ended up needing a push-off. "Man, you should've tried the chocolate."
"I like cheesecake."
"Yeah, yeah, just like vanilla ice cream and plain doughnuts. Heero, don't you ever want to experiment?"
"I like what I like," Heero said flatly, then his eyes flickered to Quatre. "But I'm not opposed to experimenting."
"Yup, don't wanna get stuck in a rut. Right, Wu-chan?"
The mere sound of the word 'rut' tripping so merrilly off of Duo's lips made Wufei very glad that it was dark in the back of the car. "....right."
"Quatre," Heero said quietly. "Thank you so much for dinner; it was wonderful."
"It was my pleasure!" Quatre replied, utterly delighted with Heero's politeness, though he thought it cute when he was not polite. Come to think of it, he thought Heero was cute pretty much all the time!! Heero settled back in his seat, using the darkness to hide his blush and the irrepressible smile that Quatre's words had provoked.
"Oh, yeah, it was terrific!" Duo chimed in. "Thanks, Q! It's not often I get to go to a place like that!"
Wufei hated to admit it, but it had been a long time since he'd been anywhere so nice either -- the difference between having money, and not having any, though he didn't mind so badly. "I'm sleepy now," he announced wryly, the result of having eaten a bit too much *very* good food.
"Me, too," Duo said around a huge yawn and pulled into a parking space as smoothly as was humanly possible. "Well, gents, we're home." He got out of the car, not even bothering to pull the driver's seat forward. While Heero was still fumbling for the lever to push the seat out of his way, Duo circled around the car to help Wufei out.
As tired as he was, Wufei was grateful that he wasn't going to have to roll out of the back of the car to get out of it; he didn't even notice that Heero was having problems on the other side 'til a very amused Quatre moved around himself and Duo to help the other boy past the seat. "Hm?"
Duo helped Wufei gracefully exit the vehicle, and stood with one arm around the Chinese boy's shoulders, watching as Heero scrambled out with Quatre's assistance.
"Thank you very much, Quatre," Heero said politely, then turned to give the long-haired boy a sullen frown. That definitely hadn't been polite of Duo, to leave him stuck like that. Duo grinned at him, wondering what his problem was, and barely refrained from pulling Wufei a little closer as he wanted to do.
The amazing fact that Wufei wasn't arguing was only lost on Duo. "Come on," Quatre said softly. "Wufei looks like he's asleep on his feet..."
He was, almost, swaying slightly towards Duo's warmth, and he sighed, shaking himself awake somewhat. "Mmm, I'm awake..." he protested.
"Hey, after a meal like that we'll be lucky if we can waddle all the way to the dorm," Duo said, pulling Wufei against him. "C'mon, Wufei, you help me and I'll help you."
Heero's eyes widened, and a slow smirk stole across his lips. Could Duo *be* more transparent? Not that Heero blamed him; he'd be just as bold with Quatre, if he dared. Still, Quatre's arm *was* across his shoulders in a way that was a bit more than companionly, and that was very, very nice!
"Okay," Wufei answered sleepily. He wasn't quite so drowsy as he seemed; but it seemed best to continue making the others think so, especially since Duo was being so very nice. It was making his heart trip along rapid-fire, to be honest, and he wasn't about to get grumpy and ruin it!
Duo grinned, delighted, and as he and Wufei started walking he was grateful for the darkness that hid his blush. Wufei's muscular form was pressed against his side, radiating heat and stirring up all sorts of guilty thoughts and desires that probably would have been best left buried... oh, but it felt so good to be so close to Wufei.
Heero shyly put his arm around Quatre, and since the blond's shoulder was a bit of a reach for him, he ended up loosely holding Quatre's waist. A sudden fierce blush darkened his cheeks as he realized that the football players had been right. The way he felt in Quatre's presence... well, he must be gay. The only surprising part was how right it all felt to him.
It was a short trip to the door leading to their rooms, Quatre's fingers reaching out and quickly pressing the combination to unlock it and let them in. Wufei's eyes remained closed even as Duo propelled him gently up the few steps that brought them up into the hallway and down to their rooms.
"Good night," Quatre said cheerfully, waving at Duo as he fumbled with the key, Wufei's head on his shoulder.
"Oyasumi nasai," Heero echoed. He inwardly debated whether to remove his arm since they had reached the room. It might be rude to pull his arm away. On the other hand, it might be rude to keep his arm where it was now that they were safely indoors. He didn't want to step away; since his instincts were generally towards the impolite side of the spectrum that probably meant that he should. On the other hand, if Quatre didn't object, was there really any harm in it? If he withdrew physically, Quatre might think that he was offended, and wouldn't that be rude?
/The Hell with it,/ Heero told himself sternly. /I'll just follow my emotions unless and until Quatre tells me it's wrong. Ninmu ryokai./
"Yeah... g'night," Duo said, smiling lamely at his friends as his shaking fingers struggled to fit the key in the lock. Wufei was leaning against him so trustingly... just the sweet pressure of his head against Duo's shoulder was enough to make his heart thud erratically. He only hoped he could get the Chinese boy settled in his bed without Wufei's noticing the rather obvious physical effect all this closeness was having on him.
/He's straight, he's straight, you're a moron and he's straight.../
With more than a little pleasure, Wufei allowed Duo to guide him into their room and settle him onto his own bed. He was very still as the ex-pilot of Deathscythe removed his shoes and began unbuttoning his overshirt; if he had moved, he knew that his heart would have beaten right out of his chest with the wonder of it! Instead, he stayed there, slightly slumped, eyes closed, and murmured something unintelligible with a sleepy sound before sighing.
"Good God, Wufei... you're..." Duo's whisper was hardly even audible, and his mouth had gone dry as he stared at the young man who had so completely captivated his attention. /Do you even have any idea what you're doing to me?/
"Hm?" Wufei asked, opening his eyes just enough to allow deep chocolate gaze to linger on Duo's face through thick black lashes.
"I..." Duo whispered, and impulsively leaned forward and kissed Wufei. Some inner voice was screaming at him to stop, but there was something about those smoldering eyes that drove him nearly insane with wanting, and he could hardly contain himself. A low sound, halfway between a growl and a needy whimper, escaped him as he drove his tongue between half-parted lips, one hand rising to tangle in silky black hair as he plundered Wufei's mouth greedily.
The slightly parted lips that greeted him should have been a surprise; indeed, would have been, if he'd been thinking, but he took them, kissing with such hard sweetness that Wufei couldn't help but moan into it. /Oh, GOD!/
Violet eyes widened in dismay, and Duo scrambled away faster than a scalded cat, his face flushed with shame and desire. "Wait, wait!" he cried. "Before you kill me, I can explain!" He hesitated a moment, his face the very picture of distress as he bounced lightly on his feet, undecided which direction to take, and then within the blink of an eye he tore off through the door.
As the door slammed, Wufei raised his hand slowly to touch his mouth before blinking back tears that stung at his sinuses and made him.... No. He wasn't angry. Only...
"Was it really so bad?" he whispered shakily to the empty air. "Duo..."
"Quatre..." Heero whispered, his eyes darkened with passion. He drew a shaky breath to speak when with a single knock Duo tore into the room and scurried behind the bed.
"Guys, you gotta hide me!" he cried. "Don't let him kill me!"
"Wufei wants to kill you?" Heero couldn't help but asking.
"Yes! Please, don't tell him where I am! He'll kill me and then I'll be DEAD!"
"And that would be a bad thing?" Heero replied drily.
Flushed a lovely color, Quatre sat up and moved to peer over the end of the bed where he and Heero had been kissing. "Ah... Duo? WHY is Wufei going to kill you?" he asked politely.
"It wasn't my fault!" Duo answered, oblivious to the slightly rumpled hair Quatre was sporting and Heero's kiss-bruised lips. "I mean, well, it *was* my fault, but I couldn't *help* it and now he's gonna HATE me and what am I supposed to do?"
"If you did something wrong, you're supposed to apologize," Heero said matter of-factly. "It's the polite thing to do."
That earned him a beaming smile from the blond beside him before Quatre turned his gaze back to Duo. "Just what did you *do* that was so very unforgivable, Duo? Wufei isn't likely to kill you," he continued. "Well. Much."
"But I don't want to be killed even a little bit," Duo whimpered, and that was when he noticed Heero's deepening blush. The realization struck that Heero and Quatre had been on the same bed together and possibly enjoying themselves when he had burst in, and Duo slowly closed his eyes, wondering if they'd all be taking turns in the 'Let's Kill Duo' game by the time it was all said and done. "Uh... sorry," he mumbled, and started backing up toward the door. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt... I'll just, uh... Hide somewhere else."
"Don't be silly, Duo," Quatre told him firmly, swinging long legs to the floor and standing. He moved to the door, grasped Duo's shoulders, and turned him around, pushing him to sit in one of the desk chairs. "Now, tell us why Wufei is going to kill you so that we can solve whatever problem you're having. He hasn't killed you yet, you know."
"Well, he... I... He was all sleepy and I sat him on the bed and took his shoes off and.. uh..."
"And then?" Heero asked, carefully keeping any hint of aggravation from his voice.
"Well, then I was unbuttoning his shirt for him, and I..."
"Yeah?"
"I didn't mean to! It was just the night, and the way his eyes looked, and I just got carried away and I... I kissed him," Duo finished, slumping over and hiding his face in his hands. "And now he's gonna kill me."
Quatre tried very hard *not* to laugh; truly, he did. It was simply that he couldn't help himself! Chortling merrily, he shook his head, blond bangs falling into his eyes as he tried to quell his fit of amusement. "Wufei isn't going to kill you, Duo. *Trust* me... well, unless he kills you for running out and *leaving* him there..."
"This is nothing to JOKE about!" Duo cried. "Don't you get it? He's going to KILL me! I gotta get out of here," he finished with a slight whimper. "Maybe I can catch a flight to Mexico..."
"What I'm saying," Quatre said patiently, "is that *you* don't get it! He's not going to kill you for kissing him," he repeated, "though he might shoot you for running out on him. Do you get what I mean, Duo? Wufei most likely *wanted* you to kiss him. He might have even *needed* you to kiss him! It's sort of unlikely that he'd make the first move! Think about it! It's Wufei!" Heero was the same way, in a funny sort of manner. When he made a decision, he went straight for the goal... sometimes, though, you had to make the first move to get him heading in the proper direction, Quatre had discovered! And what a lovely direction it was, too...
"No... no way," Duo sighed, slumping over miserably. "You shoulda seen the look on his face..."
"I've seen the look on his face," Heero stated bluntly. "He looks at you the same way you look at him. And if *I* noticed, it must be obvious."
"But..."
"You've always accused me of being oblivious."
"But..."
"At least I know love when it jumps up and bites me on the ass."
"... you let Quatre bite you on the ass?"
"GET OUT!!!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" Duo yelped, and scampered away. He couldn't help but grin at Heero's brick-red blush; who'd have thought the Perfect Soldier would be so easily embarrassed?
"You guys have a good night -- but not too good," he couldn't resist saying just as the door closed behind him.
Quatre smiled at Heero sweetly and shook his head. "You know, it would serve Duo right if Wufei killed him. Really it would."
"... yeah," Heero said, still blushing furiously. In an impulsive moment, he turned and buried his head against Quatre's chest, holding him loosely enough that the tall blond could break free if he wanted. "His timing is abominable."
"Worse than that," the big blond whispered. "But don't worry. I'll make it up to you."
And he did.
Duo stealthily crept back into the room, hoping that Wufei had gone to sleep already... or maybe developed temporary amnesia. After leaving Heero and Quatre's room, the long-haired ex-pilot had roamed the halls, an uncharacteristic pensive frown dragging at the corners of his mouth. Quatre had never steered him wrong before... but then again, there was always a first time. And Quatre and Heero had obviously had lovey-dovey stuff on their minds... yes, that must be it. They were simply seeing things through rose colored, heart-shaped glasses.
Which meant that Wufei was going to kill him, but he'd walked long enough to realize how tired he was. If Wufei wanted to kill him or kick him out, it would just have to wait till morning.
When he opened the door, the room seemed dark despite the nightlight, especially after he'd been standing in the fluorescent light of the hallway. That gave him a certain amount of hope as he snuck in and quietly shut the door behind him with an inaudible 'click'. If he'd been paying close attention, if there had been more moonlight in the room, he'd have seen the glistening black eyes that watched him from the shadowed corner in which Wufei's bed resided. He didn't, though... not at first, not until a voice spoke up so softly that it was almost too low to be heard.
"You ran out. Was it that b... There's no justice in what you did."
"Look... I should never have done that, and I'm sorry," Duo said, and sat on his bed to pull his shoes off. "I realize that you're not... uh... like that, and honestly I just don't know what came over me..."
"Not worthy, you mean," Wufei said miserably. He could feel it rising in him, thick self-hatred that welled up from his belly and into his throat in a way he thought he'd never feel again once Meiran was gone. How wrong he'd been! How terrible to feel that way when the night had been so perfect before Duo had run from that kiss!
"No," Duo said, surprised. "I mean... you know. Not gay." He hurriedly shimmied out of his clothes and got into bed, grateful for the shadows that hid his painful blush. "I mean... Jesus, Wu, this wasn't how I meant to come out to you."
That gave Wufei a certain shock. He wasn't quite sure... that was to say, he'd never actually thought that word, 'gay', about any of them, and particularly not about *himself*. He'd been fascinated with Khushrenada, yes, and... and he felt a certain very intense way about Duo, so much that it ached, more even than he'd felt for the woman who'd been his wife, but... But that was the way he felt about *DUO*. That was not gay or fey or wrong. It was right, because he felt it, all the way down to the soles of his feet. He knew it. "Gay is not the right way to say it," he told the other young man decisively. "The connotations are all wrong. It's not right to say that. You are NOT gay. No more than I am, or Quatre is, or Heero is."
"Then what am I, Wufei?" Duo asked earnestly, turning on his side to face his roommate, and the barest glimmer of dark eyes in the shadows. "I mean, you know, there was that whole thing with Hilde, but I just couldn't get into it. I mean, I didn't want to, so I didn't. And then... well, hell. When I realized I had a thing for a *guy,* not just a guy but a *straight guy,* well, yanno, I just figured that was divine justice or some such shit. But if it's not gay I don't know what to call it."
Tentatively, Wufei whispered, "Bi...sexual?" That didn't seem to have the insinuation attached to it that the word 'gay' did, at least not to him. Homosexuality didn't even have any sort of nasty implications to it, only he didn't like that Duo would declare himself gay. It was the sort of thing that those stupid football players would say, and it didn't seem right that Duo would call himself that. "And you d...didn'taskif..." The words stumbled over themselves, and he just couldn't seem to get them out of his mouth! He wasn't gay... he wasn't, but... oh, he wanted Duo to kiss him again! That was different than being gay! That was *right*, he knew!
"...no," Duo replied thoughtfully. "'Bi-sexual' would imply that I could go either way. Girls are nice and all, but well, none of the girls I've seen could even hope to hold a candle to the guy I'm talking about. You know? I mean... hell. This is all messed up." The last words were muffled as Duo flopped over and buried his face in his pillow. "I don't know what to call it," he continued, still speaking into his pillow.
"Then why..." Wufei gnawed at his lower lip, tucking his head down. "Why did you kiss *me*, if this person is so wonderful?" He swallowed, hard, arms wrapping more tightly about himself as he remained sitting up against the corner of the wall, beginning to shiver.
/I won't cry. I won't. It's not right to! Duo thinks boys don't cry.../
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Duo whimpered. "Look, I'm trying to apologize for that!" He jumped up and started pulling his clothes back on, talking all the while. "I'm trying to explain what happened, and apologize because what I did was wrong and selfish and stupid, and DAMN it, Wufei, are you just trying to bust my chops here or what? I'll- I'll- I'll move out first thing in the morning, Ok? I don't blame you for not wanting to room with a guy who has a crush on you or anything, and I promise I won't ever do anything like that again and I won't harass you or anything like that and I know I'll burn in Hell for even thinking this way and I'm leaving now!" He was breathless by the time he finished the long sentence, and he turned and yanked the covers from his bed in a frantic haste to be gone. He didn't dare look at Wufei.
For a moment, Wufei could only remain still in shock, the words echoing in his head. /'...a guy who has a crush on you...'/ On HIM! On *HIM*, and not someone else! Not some mysterious wonderful straight guy!
The sheer wonderment in him at that was stunning, and he watched in shock as Duo gathered his covers up and began to hurry towards the door, mind clamoring at him, warning him not to let Duo go out of the room. As the young man with the twitching braid passed him hurriedly, Wufei moved, hand shooting out and grasping Duo's arm. He'd never been much for words when action was the necessity, and this was the same. He jerked Duo around and looked up into his face for bare seconds before lifting his head and kissing him.
The kiss itself was fairly innocuous; a bit clumsy, the kind of kiss you would expect from someone who hadn't done much of it, little more than the press of lips on lips, but oh! It was heaven, and Wufei's heart felt as if it would ram its way right out of his chest with the sudden nervousness and excitement that he felt!
Startled violet eyes slid closed as Duo's gasp of surprise melted into a breathless moan. He gradually sagged to the ground, kneeling in front of Wufei like a supplicant, face upturned to continue the kiss as bedclothes puddled around him. All the while, his mind was racing, echoed by the frantic pounding of his heart.
"Wufei," he whispered, pulling back from the kiss slightly. "I... Wufei..." There didn't seem to be suitable words for what he wanted to say, so he silently reached up to touch Wufei's cheek, his fingers curving to fit the smooth flesh while the thumb lovingly caressed those enticing lips.
"So," he said, smiling slowly. "Does this mean you're not gonna kill me?"
It might have surprised almost anyone to see the small uptilt of lips that smiled back at him, Wufei leaning forward to press his nose lightly against Duo's cheek. "I wouldn't have killed you," he whispered finally.
"But... Wufei, I thought you were straight," Duo said softly, turning to nuzzle the Chinese boy's neck gently. "I mean... I would've sworn..."
Now that Duo's eyes were more accustomed to the night-light darkness, Wufei's sharp blush was fairly obvious. "You never asked," Wufei pointed out solemnly. "Women..." A slight shudder ran through his frame as he thought of Meiran, of their one night in a bed together, of the ridicule he'd earned from her with it. "There are things that go on between men and women that are terrible," he whispered.
"You know," Duo said with a slight laugh, "Heero says the same thing. Usually when he's talking about Miss Relena." He paused to kiss Wufei's cheek tenderly. "I guess I should go back to bed," he murmured softly. "I don't want you to think that I'd... I don't want to move too fast. You know? I mean, I don't want to be pushy or anything. Wufei..." Violet eyes burned with something beyond need as he leaned in for one last kiss, then Duo stood, clutching his rumpled bedclothes around him, and curled up on his own bed. He knew it would be a long time before he'd be able to sleep.
A certain amount of relief had washed through Wufei at those words, and he slipped down to lay comfortably in his own bed, looking across the way with eyes that were heavy with sleepiness, satiation, dozens of emotions. He was glad that Duo didn't want to rush things, glad that he'd not asked about... sex, about which Wufei was admittedly hesitant, a good part of which was due to that single bad experience, but... He was pleased not to have to face that yet, even if it made him a coward. "Yes," he whispered in agreement. "It's all right, Duo."
"Good night, Wufei," Duo whispered, and quietly heaved a deep, contented sigh. Maybe, in time, just maybe...
Those compatibility tests just might have been right after all.
Owari!
^_^
[1] Just a note -- immunizations are only given in legs on *children*. Adults have to make due with their arms, and nurses don't like to give more than two per arm ^_^;;
And a note from Yoiko: We don't necessarily agree with Duo's remarks about God and gay boys. Please don't think we were trying to make any sort of religious or political statement on the issue.
The Outtake:
This little gem didn't seem appropriate for the scene, but was too good not to share:
"Now Trowa, on the other hand," Wufei continued. "He's gay. Definitely gay. The kind of queer where somebody will probably nickname him Sparky and he'll be running around in lavender chiffon, soon..."
Yoiko
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