Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Heart ❯ Deeper Into the Pit ( Chapter 13 )

Title: Angel Heart

Date created: August 31, 2003

Last revised: April 5, 2008

Author: Eternal Spark aka Sparky aka Carol Edwards

Pairings: 6x3, 1x4, 5x2, RxOcc

Disclaimers: Don't own. Won't sell. Why? `Cause they ain't mine.

Warning: AU, Drama, NCS, Language, Angst, Consensual sex as the story progresses.

Achived: if you want, but please ask first.

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Comments: You better or I will sic Quatre on you!! *Grabbing a genki Quatre ^_^ for back up*

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Author's Notes: Ah! The plot thickens!! YUMMY!! I'm slowly getting back from my long depressed state of working on this story. I'm not going to spend too much time warning ya, but just be prepared because the ride is going to be bumpy all over again. Dedication: Dedications go out to everyone who continues to read. The lovely readers who wait patiently for me to get over real life and back to the world we all know and love. Inspiration is truly the key to every writer's existence. When you don't respond, we lack the fuel and energy to keep us pumping out the goodness so thanks goes to all of you great people in the great big wide world that enjoy my little ole story. I need to personally thank inlalaland since she's read my story 3 times!! . Don't think I don't read my messages, people. I do read them. All of them.

 

Now on to the goodness….

 

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Angel Heart

Chapter 13: Deeper into the pit

 

No one knows what's it like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

And no one knows what its like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies

“Behind Blue eyes” by Limp Bizket

 

 

“Look! It happens to the best of us, Jais'n!”

 

Jais'n glared at his boss, Chief Maximus Delour, as the injured agent sat in his hospital room. After hitting his head against the receptionist's file cabinet, the federal agent fainted, dropping to the floor sack of potatoes. Do you know how embarrassing that was to have an accident of that caliber happen in the front area of your department and in front of his peers and colleagues? To make matters worse, the incident had to happen to a seasoned officer like himself. The whole experience felt like déjà vu like Jais'n was a rookie back in the academy all over again! Pouting, Jais'n couldn't help but feel like an total idiot.

 

“Are you going to pout all day like a six year old?”

 

Slanted silver gray eyes, barely slits of mercury, pierced their target with the flames of fury. “Do you really want me to answer that?” Jais'n growled, his temper rising like a dragon from the depth of the earth, “You might have to take away my gun for a month.”

 

Stunned, the chief exclaimed, “Jais'n! Will you calm down? The incident wasn't that bad. Sheesh!“

 

“Not bad,” Jais'n yelled, before his chief told him to quiet it down since he was in a hospital. Before Jais'n could tear a new hole out of his chief, the door to his room opened and Ron strolled casually in followed by a beautiful woman carrying a vase of flowers. A darkened eyebrow rose in question as Jais'n's attention adverted towards the female newcomer, much to the relief of the chief. Jais'n could have sworn he had met her before, but the confused agent could not place where at the moment. Each time the agent tried to think about what happened, his head would throb in agony. It was a very odd sensation as Jais'n shook his head in confusion. Maybe, after everyone had gone, and he had a bit of sleep, he would feel better.

 

“Jai!” Ron yelled his greeting while walking over to place the vase on the side desk. “How are you doing, mate?”

 

Jais'n just grumbled his response, not wanting to say how he really felt to since his boss was glaring at him to behave or else. “I'm fine, Ron. My pride is a little hurt though. I've survived worse than this so I shouldn't be complaining…much.” Ron stood by Jais'n's bed, handing him some of the get well gifts their other coworkers asked him to bring. Jais'n continued to rant while Ron shook his head from side to side in total understanding. “A stupid accident, Ron,” Jais'n ranted before he growled at the chief. “I want that girl fired, Max! All she does all day is paint her damn claws. The government shouldn't have to pay for that!”

 

Maximus Delour sighed at Jais'n before commenting. “I'll talk to her. Sheesh! You are grumpy when you're sick.” Jais'n blushed before he growled again. “Anyway,” the chief replied, “the doctor just wanted to run some more tests on you. That was a nasty bump you took that might be a concussion. The doctors have to run some tests on you to be on the safe side. You should be going home in two days or so if everything checks out.”

 

“Oh great,” Jais'n bellowed, throwing up his hands in outrage. There was one thing the man despised more than coconuts and it had to be in the one place he had to remain in for two days. Silver orbs turned into slits of ice. “Isn't that wonderful, Ron. Chief says I'm going to be a human pincushion for your viewing pleasure. Thank you, Chief. Thank you very much for this two day vacation.” Then Jais'n snarled and everyone stepped away from the bed. “I will have my vengeance when I get back to work so that bitch better be gone!”

 

The chief shook his head in sympathy. With a little bed rest, Jais'n would probably be back to normal…he hoped. Now he had to put out an order of protection for the damn receptionist before Jais'n got discharged from the hospital. The chief shivered. Maybe he should give Irma a two-week vacation in Bermuda. It was awful nice right about now.

 

Ron shook his head and felt kind of sorry for the receptionist. But then he thought about all the times she sat at her desk, causing problems rather than trying to solve them. Ron shook his head. “That woman's days were numbered”. He thought to himself. Though, this was the perfect opportunity for some humor. Ron smirked before one lone red eyebrow went up and judging from Jais'n's current behavior, it was time for a little payback. “Do you want me to get you some hot chocolate, Kai, to make you feel all better? Or would you rather I go pick up some satin pillows and teddy bears to make your stay more pleasant?”

 

Jais'n looked at Ron in shock, one step away from strangling Ron. “Keep it coming, weasel. I'm ten seconds away from calling Dray.”

 

“Ooohh,” Ron chuckled, “I'm so scared of that git!!”. Someone cleared their throat from behind Ron and the red haired agent slapped a hand to his forehead hard in embarrassment. “Oh man! I'm sorry, Ms. Maxim.” Ron exclaimed to the woman, “Jais'n just gets me worked up like that.” Clearing his throat, Ron suddenly turned on his professional mode. “Chief, the psychic is here.”

 

Jais'n stopped his grumbling and paid attention to what Ron said, “Psychic?”

 

The beautiful woman before them wore shades to hide her eyes while her long cinnamon and honey colored hair was tied up tightly into a bun on top of her head. A set of chopsticks stuck out of the bun. She stood about average height for a female around 5'6 or 5'7. A lavender 2-piece business suit, jacket and skirt, covered her body and could not hide the heavenly figure hidden under folds of material. The woman smiled warmly at Jais'n, showcasing a perfect set of pearly white teeth. Overall, the newcomer resembled a super model. “Hello Mr. McNeil,” The woman replied, her voice smooth as silk. “I hope you are feeling better. You gave the entire office quite a scared. How are you feeling?”

 

A strange quirk dimpled into the side of Jais'n's cheek, “Just a slight headache but thank you for concern.”

 

“You know,” Ms. Maxim questioned, curiously in awe staring at Jais'n, “not to be rude but your eyes…”

 

That earned Jais'n a smirk. “I'm half Chinese,” Jais'n quietly replied, blinking his strange light eyes. ”My father is British with gray eyes.”

 

“Yes…, “Ms. Maxim exclaimed, “Very unusual yet haunting beautiful. You're quite a stunning young man.”

 

Jais'n had the audacity to blush from the compliment. It's had been a while since someone paid him one since Jais'n had a standoffish personality lately. He wasn't prepared when this beautiful woman paid him compliments out of the blue.

 

Ms. Maxim smiled recognizing the injured agent's embarrassment. “I bet you have thousands of fans running after you.” The light dimmed in Jais'n eyes for a moment when she mentioned admirers. Ms. Maxim smiled to herself, this poor young man had a past and she didn't have to ask any more questions since it showed in his face.

 

Silver orbs closed in sympathy, “Maybe…but not the one I desire.”

 

Ron cut in to lighten the mood, “Yeah! Our baby boy is heartsick.”

 

“Ron!” Jais'n growled before reaching out to smack his fellow agent across the head, “Shut up already.”

 

Ms. Maxim chuckled at their silly antics, she liked these agents already and they really cared about each other's welfare. Why else would the red head agent badger the other agent if not to protect his friend? “Don't worry, gentlemen.” Ms. Maxim began, “I'm just too nosy for my own good.” Her concern focused on Jais'n. ”Jais'n, I know what it is like to truly lose someone…someone you care so deeply for. But there is a saying in my family….my mother always told me that if you believe in something hard enough, miracles tend to happen on their own.”

 

Jais'n shook his head in denial. “I don't believe in miracles,” he mumbled while fiddled with his covers, trying to have something to occupy his hands.

 

Ms. Maxim's eyes focused, piercing through Jais'n soul as she stared at the beautiful man real hard. “Maybe you just haven't found the right type of inspiration.”

 

Chief Delour interrupted the unusual conversation before it got too personal. “Well, we are honored to finally have you, Ms. Maxim. Now back to business. Boys, this lovely young lady is helping our little ole station for a little bit. Now, Jai, she's going to be investigating your old case.”

 

Jais'n finally looked up. “Huh? What case?”

 

“The Krushrenda case, Jai,” Maximus quietly responded.

 

“The Krushrenda case,” Jais'n questioned. Now Jais'n's attention perked, “Whatever for? That case is closed shut?”

 

Ms. Maxim calmly walked over by Jais'n bed and sat down in a chair directly adjacent to it. “Research, Mr. McNeil,” She quietly replied. “If your chief hasn't told you yet but I'm a psychic. I usually work on cold cases along with the federal government but lately I've had a vision that I'd not wish to discuss until I have had all the facts. You don't need to worry about anything just yet. I'm using this time to get to know you and your coworkers a little better before I begin to dwell on the case. For now, just rest.”

 

Jais'n looked up confused before he suddenly yawned. He didn't understand why he felt tired but he waved goodbye to his comrades and closed his eyes.

 

“That sedative must have just started to work.” Ms. Maxim exclaimed before she turned around in her seat to speak to the chief. “Chief Delour, I'm going to stay the night and watch over Mr. McNeil. Could you tell the front desk to send in a cot for night? I have a funny feeling they're going to release him late tomorrow. He's going to need some help getting back home.”

 

The chief looked on the woman suspiciously. “You don't have to do this, Ms. Maxim. Jais'n's a big boy.”

 

Ms. Maxim smiled as she gazed at the slumbering man. Jais'n was adorable fast asleep. His fine raven hair brushed his brow as the agent frowned in sleep. Ms. Maxim brushed a finger against the crease in his forehead and Jais'n's face relaxed into a peaceful repose. The beautiful woman shaking her head from side to side in pity before leaned forward to whisper in Jais'n's ear, “Even little boys need a guardian, Jais'n”. Rising up, the beautiful woman smiled, turning her attention back to Chief. Delour. “We'll talk more tomorrow, okay?”

 

The chief finally conceded, shaking the psychic s hand before finally leaving out the door. But before he left, Chief Delour gazed one more time at his agent, smiling a hidden smile and walked out the door.

 

Ms. Maxim shook her head in thought. “You have so many people that care for you…if only you would take the first step. I guess I have to help you take them…” She then turned back to her subject, making herself comfortable within the reclining chair. Reaching deep into her pocketbook, she pulled out a book on Grimm Fairy tales and began to read watching over her charge throughout the night.

 

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The auditorium pulsated with the energy of hyperactive seniors, rapidly talking about their upcoming trip and luncheon. Time was winding down for the happy group, with just two more precious months to go, the seniors of Helios High School would complete their journey. Another chapter of schooling would be over for them. After many debates on various senior trip locations, the final decision for the annual senior trip was a ski lodge. The students would leave the school via bus, bright and early Friday morning to return back at the school by Sunday evening. It seemed to be a coincidence that everything seemed to be scheduled on a Friday-the luncheon, the prom and, of course, the graduation.

 

But what a way to end the week!!

 

However, there were problems in paradise…namely the acceptance of consent for one newly pre grad. The fear escalated since this would be the first time said pre-graduate would be away from his family and the same said pre-graduate would be alone with his boyfriend for entire weekend. Wufei glanced sideways at his boyfriend, watching in amusement as Duo tapped his feet nervously against the floor. Quatre, Duo and Wufei occupied the middle seats from the front of the auditorium and had a clear view of all the proceedings directly in front of them. Wufei just shook his head in sympathy. “You really should stop that.” He said, “I don't know why you are so nervous, Duo. Everything is going to be okay.”

 

Duo's mouth twisted to the side while his foot continued to tap nervously against the floor. “Okay, he says! I don't know why you're so nervous, he says! This is not okay!”

 

Curious about the conversation next to him, Quatre tilted his head to the side while listening to the speaker on stage. “What's going on, Duo?”

 

Frowning, Duo stopped his insistent tapping for a moment. He sighed before he began his explanation to Quatre, “Treize is not going to let me go, guys!”

 

This gained Quatre's full attention. “What? Why?”

 

Violet eyes lower half-mast sarcastically. “Think about it, Quat. Me,” as Duo pointed to himself, “alone, with Wufei for an entire weekend. Duh Huh!”

 

A blond eyebrow rose in confusion. “Er, Duo. Not to be rude or anything, but your brother lets you hang out at my house all the time. Wufei was there, remember?”

 

Duo rolled his eyes before refocusing on Quatre. “Point one, Quatre. Treize ran a check on you and your family already, the overprotective goat. Beside, you're in town with lots of servants on the location; Point two, the senior trip barely had six chaperones; Point three, it's out of state. Treize would either send me with a bodyguard or he would come and ruin all my plans!” Wufei blushed as Duo continued. “You don't know my brother like I know my brother, especially if Wufei is with us. Treize terrorizes Fei every time he comes over to my house and he's always yapping about some damn virtue crap. You're lucky I'm not fastened with a chastity belt since the jerk has been trying to protect my virtue from Wufei every damn second! I'm desperate for some alone time.”

 

Amused, Wufei's eyebrows rose up into his raven-shaded hairline. “Er, Duo. Like I told you before, you're overreacting. Trust me. You're going. We just have to reassure Treize that we'll protect you. You have to leave home sometimes.” Wufei then reached over for Duo's hand, gently placing the palm within his own and lightly squeezing it for reassurance. “Besides, I would never hurt you. That would be like hurting me.”

 

Duo blushed and smiled lovingly at Wufei. “Dragon…”

 

“Oh brother…,” Quatre replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Here those two go again. Quatre wished he were on the stage with his own boyfriend if he had to deal with these two for another second. Heero was a member of the events committee and the secretary of the student council. Quatre grinned at his stoic boyfriend while Heero sat quietly, on stage, just typing away on his laptop. One of his major responsibilities as secretary for student council was to keep accurate digital records for the various student committees within the school and provide maintenance for the senior website. Heero was very proficient in his job.

 

Yummy! Quatre leered, crossing his legs as he watched Heero's fingers fly across the computer keys. How can a simple action like that turn him on? It was getting serious. He craved Heero's touch all the time and he wanted to desperately go all the way with him. There was still some tension on Quatre's part because he still had a few secrets to tell. The young heir was terribly afraid that when he had finally released the rest of his skeletons, Heero wouldn't respect him anymore. After all the numerous times that the chocolate hair senior proclaimed his unconditional love for him, the final hurdle was not cleared for them yet.

 

“Quatre, could you keep notes for me? I have to go see Dr. Noin about something.”

 

Bright aquamarine eyes continued to watch the proceedings and Heero before Quatre waved Duo off. “Sure. Whatever, go ahead! But meet me okay? I have to discuss something with Dorothy and Heero at our table about the literary senior papers and the yearbook. Meet us at our table in an hour?”

 

Duo winked. “No problem, Kat.” The slender teenager took his time as he rose gracefully from his seat. He ran his hand languidly on Wufei's thigh as he passed by in front of him. Before he reached the end of the row, Duo bent over apologizing for stepping on someone's foot by mistake. Finally, Duo reached the aisle and slowly walked up the path towards the exit, seductively adding a little more tilt in his hips. His gaze turned back towards the seat where Quatre and Wufei occupied, his gaze lingering lovingly on Wufei. Quatre was still staring at Heero in a daze; totally missing the look Duo gave Wufei.

 

Wufei, currently twitching in his seat, felt Duo's violent eyes penetrate his back. Heat radiated from the spot Duo caressed as phantom fingers massage Wufei's inner thigh and the feeling still pulsed against his skin. After a minute or so passed before Wufei heard the auditorium door open and close. It was amenable he was still breathing normally, the way his heart was racing in his chest.

 

“You know, Fei…” Quatre began not tearing his eyes from Heero's fingers flying across the screen. “That was very not original…”

 

“What?” Wufei glanced at Quatre, confused. What was the ditzy blonde up to now?

 

Quatre turned, leering at his prey. This blonde was not that stupid. “You don't really want me to explain, do you? Do you really need me to go into detail about that little itch creeping between your legs?”

 

Wufei growled but not before blushing yet again from one of Quatre's rude comments, “Look, you psycho wabbit,” A fully loaded rant were stopped midair when Quatre shook his head, not even looking at Wufei and put his hand up to Wufei's face to the Chinese young man's surprise. “Shut up,” Quatre exclaimed, flinging Wufei absently away like a bug while trying to listen to the rest of the speeches “He's waiting for you so go. I don't have time to argue with you. Shoosh! Shoosh!”

 

Annoyed, Wufei shook his head at Quatre before rising from his seat to follow behind his wayward boyfriend. Aquamarine orbs followed the movements of the Chinese teenager before rolling them and turning back towards the meeting. Quatre then grabbed a pen from his book bag and settled down to note the rest of the assembly.

 

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Duo smiled as he walked down a secluded hallway as another world opened up for him under the school. Deep underground, a person could disappear within Helios High School. Few people knew of the subterranean underbelly except for the maintenance employees, certain educators and the contractors. Various corridors morphed into private rooms and only a few chosen knew about it, members of the administration who knew about the secret tunnels and which departments connected to each other. The usages for the room varied over the years since the school existence from the second war., Wufei had given Duo a private tour, as a precautionary note, into the crevices of the school and silently thanking Heero's father for that information since the man was one of the main contractors of the school.

 

Slowly but surely, Duo eventually walked to his favorite room; an unused music room, hardly used since a much bigger conservatory was constructed on the fourth floor. Boxes of used music sheets laid stacked on top of each other placed in the far corner of the room, while broken stands leaned helplessly against the wall, wishing to be cleaned or fixed. Judging by the use, the metal poles were already rusted brown and unusable. There was also an old piano still playable in the room and abandoned from misuse.

 

Duo had to smile though because he truly adored this room. It was so quiet. A person could sing to their heart's content because the room had the most perfect pitch. He walked over to the piano, the pads of his fingers brushing lightly over the keys. One pale finger lowered, striking a chord. Duo closed his eyes and struck another musical chord until a familiar melody began. Smiling, his violet eyes slowly closed and Duo imagined his mother behind him, learning the piano for choir practice for the first time. His smile bloomed in mind eyes as his memories flowed like a flowing curtain, watching his mother play the piano. Duo loved to hear his beloved mother sing and soon, Duo unconsciously hummed the words to a melody, a song that his mother sung in church years ago.

 

“Imagine me

Loving what I see when the mirror looks at me

Cuz I

I imagine me

In a place of no insecurities

And I'm finally happy cuz

I imagine me…”

 

Duo's voice matured over the years but this was normal for children. As a child, the chestnut haired teenager's voice was very high and he was always chosen to sing soprano in the children's choir. After the death of his mother, Duo's father refused to step one foot back into their church. The elder Khushrenda had lost faith in religion all together, cursing the all mighty creator for taking his most precious gift away. Duo always felt pity for his father, a man who refused to live his life and, in essence, lost all hope and faith. Duo used his past as a guide because no matter what happened or whatever obstacles stood in his path, he always knew that things would be better. There had to be a higher power else he would be dead by now.

 

Duo smiled as he continued singing in his reminiscences. As Duo grew, his voice had deepened a bit, gaining a breathy or husky appeal to it. Marie teased Duo all the time about his never-ending singing, always telling him to shut up, but, in actuality; she loved to hear her uncle sing. When she was a baby, Duo would sing to her and Treize would come into the room just to look at his brother and daughter. Marie would be wrapped up; snuggling tightly in knitted blankets and you could hear her snoring softly within her crib. Duo, scrawny and thin as a rail, would be sitting in the rocking chair alongside of Marie's crib watching her sleep, humming his mother's lullaby and rocking away. Treize questioned his younger brother one day about this and the little boy quietly answered that “Mama told him to.” No one knows why the little boy did what he did. Maybe little Duo wanted to compensate for the touch of a departed grandmother or maybe it was a prank. No. In Duo's own way, the child wanted to keep his mother's legacy alive by besotting this simple gift to the next generation of their family. It was a simple way of making sure Marie understood of the love Duo and Treize's mother felt for them and the love she felt for her granddaughter even if she wasn't there. Duo's fingers continued to move over the keys as each note struck though melancholy, speaking of an eternal hope. His voice echoed in the empty room, haunting yet beautiful, rich from his emotions.

 

“Letting go of all of the ones who hurt me

Cuz they never did deserve me

Can you imagine me

Saying no to thoughts that try to control me

Remembering all you told me

Lord can you imagine me

Over what ma mama said

And healed from what my daddy did

And I wanna live and not read that page again”

 

Wufei finally made it out of the auditorium, grumbling about his crazy association of friends. He walked down the same hallway his boyfriend took a little earlier. Wufei knew where Duo was heading already as he let his ears guide him towards his destination. It wasn't long before he was standing before the old music room's door. Grabbing the knob, Wufei opened the door a crack and smiled when the musical chords filled his ears with a lingering melody. He stood in the door a little while watching Duo sing as his boyfriend played a song on the piano. How he got that ole thing working was a miracle. Wufei watch Duo's face as each note filled the singer with emotions while Duo played. This was the first time Wufei heard the song and it had a lovely melody that touched Wufei's heart. “That lovely, kitten. Don't stop.”

 

Duo slowly opened his violet eyes, as if waking from a long sleep and focused on his boyfriend, his Wufei. Smiling, he motioned for Wufei to sit next to him by patting lightly on the piano bench. Wufei obliged and sat next to Duo, making sure that their thighs touched each other. The raven haired teenager smiled, watching the blush rise high on Duo's neckline and settled high on his cheek as Duo began to serenade him.

 

“Imagine me, being free, trusting you totally

Finally I can…

Imagine me

I admit it hard to see

You being in love with someone like me

But finally I can…

Imagine me…”

 

Staring at Duo, Wufei's sable eyes glowed at his love. He couldn't stop staring at Duo. He never felt like this when he was with Meiran. Wufei never felt like this with anyone. Everything seemed brighter for him. He continued to stare into the beautiful eyes, listening carefully to the words as Duo followed the melody, his fingers dancing over the piano keys.

 

Wufei was besotted with his boyfriend, lost in violet pools as Duo spoke of affections without uttering words. When Duo paused in his singing and just played musical chords, Wufei still heard the words deep within his mind. He understood everything as he read in between the lines. Duo was finally releasing his guilt. Wufei scooted closer, one of his hands reaching for the tip of Duo's braid while he gently brushing his nose against Duo's jaw and lightly kissing him.

 

Heat rose off of Duo's face in embarrassment yet he remained calm. The blush continued rising up his neck but he didn't care. Duo began humming because “his Wufei” was enjoying their pleasant mood.

 

Wufei continued smiling, his head finally leaning on Duo's shoulder, letting Duo's silky voice soothe him. He felt so at ease now that Duo was apart of his world. He tried to get even closer, wrapping an arm around Duo's slim waist as Duo continued to play. “What's the name of this,” He quietly asked.

 

“'Imagine me' It's my mother's lullaby.” Duo said.

 

Wufei looked up then from his comfy pillow. “Lullaby...Duo? The words, love.”

 

Duo's eyes closed again. “Yes, I know. Similarities run deep, Fei. She used to watch me play. This is the first time I got the nerve to actually play again on the piano.”

 

Wufei smirked. “Oh? You're to going play again, young man. You don't sing like that and just stop.” Wufei placed his head back on Duo's shoulder and sighed. “I have my very own nightingale.”

 

Duo smirked, “Tweet, Tweet.”

 

Wufei ruffled Duo's hair. “Silly kitten,” Wufei caressed Duo's face, one golden finger tracing the shape of Duo's angular jaw and copying it to memory. The pads of Wufei's fingers lighly brushed over Duo's plumb lips, just smoothing them against his fingers. The texture was soft like baby's skin. Yes, Wufei loved their intimacy with each other because he was addicted to Duo's skin, always touching, always craving a little of the chestnut boy's aura to sustain his life. “You're just so beautiful, my love.

 

Duo rolled his eyes. “I'm just lucky you didn't start calling me by my other nickname she gave me.”

 

Wufei smirked, already knowing the answer since Marie told him four week ago. “I think I know. A little birdie told me.”

 

Duo glared playfully at Wufei, already knowing who told. “She didn't!”

 

“Oh yes she did…Angel-Baby.” Wufei snickered as Duo punched him in the arm. “Ouch! Well, it does suit you; love, even though you will forever be my kitten.” Golden hands then stroked Duo's cheeks as Duo purred from Wufei's touch.

 

“Stop that,” Duo mock growled, blushing yet again. “Stop embarrassing me with your loving little ways and your sexy self.” Both Duo's arms rose as he ran a hand though Wufei's black tresses. “I should braid your hair.”

 

Wufei waggled his black eyebrow mischievously. “And I would let you,” Wufei agreed.

 

Smirking, Duo running his fingers though Wufei's hair again while his dimple appeared in his right cheek. “You just like my hands on your scalp. It's a kink!”

 

Wufei moved even closer, wrapping both of his arms loosely around Duo's waist. His face was barely inches away from Duo's, moving closer to taste those succulent lips. “Yes, among other things…” Wufei closed the distance between them and lightly nibbled along Duo's bottom lip, licking delicately for entrance while affectionately asking to be let in. Duo had other plans though as he smiled seductively, not responding or returning Wufei's affections and keeping his eyes opened from his boyfriend's tempting stimulation. Slowly, Wufei pulled back from Duo's lips, lightly biting his bottom lip. He smirked, gazing at his achievement with his arms still around Duo. Duo's bottom lip was swollen slightly and lightly pinked. He was so in the mood.

 

Duo already knew where Wufei's mind was. “What things, Dragon?” Duo teased, languidly wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck.

 

“Why you,” Aggressively, Wufei pulled Duo forward into his lips again into a kiss so deep, it took both of their breath away. When they finally pulled back, Duo leaned his temple against Wufei's forehead, breathing deeply while closing his eyes and his cheeks so flushed. “What are you thinking?” Wufei said, nuzzling Duo's hairline by his ear and kissing his neck.

 

“Do you know how much I love you,” Duo groaned, “…and how Treize won't let me go on that trip.”

 

Wufei chuckled before he pulled back and lifted from Duo's face. His boyfriend was so adorable when he pouted. “It will be okay.” Wufei replied, trying to reassure his lover. “There is nothing to worry about so stop worrying. I'm going with you today and we will talk to him together. Now when where we…” Wufei kissed Duo again, letting the chestnut haired teenager guide them. From the morning of that breakfast at Quatre's, they were inseparable. Wufei was a constant at Duos' house and Duo stayed over at Quatre's house more often with Wufei as his bed partner. Their intimacy with each other increased daily. Wufei's hands were always under Duo's shirt or Duos' hands were firmly attached to Wufei's butt. Any surface would do for an intense make out session between the couple yet nether would penetrate the other. Heavy petting was as far as the couple would go because of the respect of one another.

 

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The assembly had just concluded. While various seniors were leaving the auditorium, Quatre moved to the first row by the stage waiting for his boyfriend. Dorothy was there, speaking on the stage with Heero about other important issues concerning the literary club. Meisha, the Senior Class president, Emory, the vice president and other members of the student government conversed while making final confirmations from what was discussed during the assembly.

 

Finishing her conversation with Heero, Dorothy turned and yelled, “Hey kitty cat!” Quatre rolled his eyes from his seat while Heero smirked down at him from the stage as he started to shutdown his laptop. Dorothy ran down the stairs to greet her friend, hugging Quatre in his seat and flopping down in the seat next to him. “So, what's up, Quat….”

 

“Nothing, love,” Quatre replied, putting his notebook up. “…Just waiting for my man.”

 

“And what a man is he,” Dorothy purred, licking her lips at Heero.

 

Quatre smacked upside her head. “Don't go there, love. That's mine.” At that moment, Heero swung his book bag over his shoulder and descended the stage straight towards his boyfriend. The moment he stood before Quatre, Heero bumped his foot against Quatre's shoe to stop the blonde's conversation with Dorothy playing demanding attention. Quatre looked at his foot, then at his love and playfully turned back to Dorothy to continue his conversation. Heero pouted and Quatre knew he couldn't resist the boy when he pouted so he stopped what he was doing, and planted a kiss on his favorite sweet, “Hee-chan.”

 

Dorothy sighed, wishing she had a significant other. “You two are the cutest thing. I need to date more often.”

 

“Stay away from my man, Doro.” Quatre teased, wrapping his arms around Heero's waist. Heero blushed in his boyfriend's arms, embarrassed yet amused of Quatre's possessiveness of him. Dorothy just rolled her eyes. “Oh please. I already I would be skinned from just looking at Heero the wrong way. Anyway, everything is confirmed for the trip?”

 

“Yes,” Heero replied. “Just have to arrange who is sleeping in whose room so the chaperones can be there.”

 

Quatre pouted. “I hate chaperones. We are almost adults. I still don't understand why we have to have them.”

 

“Blame the policies on the politicians, love.”

 

“But…you are a politician, Heero.” Quatre whined. “We don't need chaperones….”

 

“Quatre, do you want another incident like last year when the whole senior class got throw off out of the hotel? Trowa and Zechs were lucky they registered in a different hotel. I'm still trying to figure out how the hell can you set fire to a pool…with water in it?

 

Quatre was wondering on that. That was an excellent prank that got out hand but know every classes afterward would suffer. Damn seniors. Compared from last year senior class, they were babies. “I'm still going to debate about this when we get home, Hee-chan…under watchful supervision.” Quatre waggled his eyebrows while Heero blushed.

 

Heero knew where Quatre's mindset was already…in the gutter. “Anyway, I have to finish the website's updates at your house, Quatre. We should leave right know if you want to talk about your literary papers.”

 

“Good,“ Quatre exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Now I have to do is find Duo so he can cook and we have a party.” Dorothy bounced up the aisle making a checklist of things to do while Quatre and Heero just shook their heads and they followed behind her exiting the auditorium.

 

Soon, everyone had left the auditorium yet no one saw the strange girl coming from behind the curtains looking longingly after Dorothy as the girl exited the room.

 

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“Okay,” the loud voice broadcasted on the walkie-talkie, “the inmates are heading outside, over.”

 

As if leading a small army, bands of inmates ranging from burglars, murderers, and multiple rival gangs walked outside toward the afternoon exercise. Every day, around 11, it was the same routine. Eat a little food, do a little work for the government, eat some more food, come outside to work out your aggression and a host of other activities for you up and coming federal prisoner. Today would be just alike any other day or so everyone thought.

 

“Yo Jose,” A husky Hispanic man turned, a tattoo of the Virgin Mary carved into his back.

 

“What?'

 

“You know it's almost time for Krush to pop out of Solo. You will remember about us after he gets out, right? We did just as you asked.”

 

“You better. Krush ain't no ordinary catch. He can really use his mouth. I've been saving him just so I can get him time to decide his choice. I usually do give no choice to any one but he's connections on the outside. The sooner he gets out the better.”

 

“He doesn't like here if you know what I mean.”

 

“Oh please. That one…you can't really fool around with him. He killed 5 guys in a room by himself. Anyone that tried to touch him, died. That's why he's in the hole in the first place.”

 

“That is one cool MF.”

 

“I wouldn't sleep on him, hombre. He's loco…rumors has it he's cursed.”

 

“I know, cous.” The man whispered, “So everything is set. Just let me know & it's a go.”

 

“Don't worry.” Jose reassured his comrade. “Krush should be sending me instructions tonight. It's pitiful the way that pig is groaning over him, as long as he doesn't fuck up the game.”

 

A officer walked back and nudged Jose in the back with a club, “Shut the fuck up and keep moving.”

 

Jose rolled his eyes and ran with his comrade to join the other inmates in calisthenics. “Soon, precious,” He purred to himself. “You will finally be free from your cage.”

 

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Author's endnotes: IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!! I FINALLY GOT MY INSPIRATION BACK!! You don't understand when you are depressed and real life is causing it and when you want to write but you can't because you can't think of happy thoughts. ^_^;; I know I'm rambling but I am jumping up and down because I finally finish this chapter! ^_^ Quatre's been beating me across the head, Poor Duo and Wufei brought lots and lots of toys to play with (adult in nature) and poor Heero is tired of working the camera. Come on, people! Think of poor Heero here, getting all that blackmail footage to use against them!! He's hurting his little hands with his devilment. So I must help Duo get his wish…all the way, baby! He must have his total Wufei packet and not just a taste! ^_^ Don't worry! I'm working on it. I'm also working on Treize. Poor man needs more than his brother does.

 

Treize: Hey

Duo: Well you do! Cock blocking, man!

Wufei: *Shaking his head*

Heero: Can I put the camera down now?

Quatre: Hell no!! ^_^ I'm making a porno, Heechan!! Starring me and Duo-chan!!!

Wufei: QUATRE!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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