Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Fetish ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Arigatomina 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 869 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.08.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 869 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: none
Category: Yaoi, shonen ai
Pairings: 1+2, implied 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Blood Fetish
Part 3
Dropping his hold on Trowa's hand, Quatre rushed past the tall boy and into the kitchen, coming to a stop beside the table as he leaned down. Palms flat against the table-top, the blonde glared at Duo, eyes taking in how weak he looked. "What are you doing up?" he asked, frowning when Duo slowly opened his eyes to give him a small smile.
Not moving his head from where he held it inches above the rim of his coffee cup, Duo directed the anxious boy's eyes toward the counter, smirking when Quatre's anger evaporated at the sight of Heero. Eyes closing for a moment as he inhaled the rich scent of the coffe again, Duo's smile returned and he looked over to Trowa. The tall boy was still standing in the doorway, a slight smile curving his lips as he watched the concerned blonde with infinite tolerance.
"Heero," Quatre said, surprise evident in his tone as he calmed down. There hadn't been any question of who would supervise Duo's recovery as the Japanese pilot had immediately taken charge. Sighing as he took in Duo's smug expression, Quatre slowly sat at the table across from him. If Heero had let him come downstairs, then there wasn't anything *he* could do about it. "So you're feeling better?"
Meeting Quatre's gaze, Duo nodded sharply as he gave a cocky grin and sat up abruptly. "Of course. A little pain can't keep *me* down. In fact, I would have been up sooner if you guys hadn't insisted on playing mother-hen." Glancing up when Trowa moved forward to sit beside the blue-eyed blonde, Duo caught the boy's raised eyebrow, not liking his smirk. Frowning at Trowa's doubtful expression, he turned to look at Heero who was leaning against the counter. The boy had been standing there since he'd given him the coffee more than fifteen minutes ago. "Going to join us, Heero?"
Blinking, for a split second the cobalt-eyed boy looked caught off guard, then he looked at the other two pilots. Realizing how obvious he was being, he nodded sharply and sat at the table. "Where's Wufei?"
"There was something he had to do," Trowa said cryptically, meeting Heero's gaze for a moment before glancing at Duo. Taking in the American's curiosity-widened eyes, Trowa gave a slight nod. "He should be here soon."
"In that case, we can wait for him, right?" Grinning when Heero gave a reluctant nod, Duo leaned back in his chair. "So, what's our status, mission wise? I know you guys haven't had much time what with having to take care of me and all, but I'm better now."
"No you're not," Quatre said, frowning in disapproval of the boy's bluff. Giving a wary look in Heero's direction, he decided to plow ahead. "You shouldn't even be out of bed yet. Do you have any idea how much blood you lost?" Seeing Heero's glare, Quatre paled a bit, but didn't stop. He refused to be intimidated when it came to the welfare of a friend. "As for our taking time off to help you recover, well, it's the least we could do. Don't worry about the missions, Duo."
"Don't worry? Quatre, our missions are more important than any one of us, right Heero? And what do you mean, 'the least you can do'? Do you think you owe me?" Fighting the hurt that tried to come at the thought of their kindness having stemmed from such a thing, Duo put on a sarcastic demeanor. "It's not like it was *your* fault. Jeeze, you don't owe me anything."
"That's not what I meant, Duo." Shaking his head at the boy, Quatre glanced to the side as Heero moved slightly. Seeing the subtle movement of the boy's hands, Quatre turned back to Duo, looking down at the cup he was holding for a moment before meeting his eyes. //I should have known Heero wouldn't let him stay up this long. I just hope that's decaffeinated. You shouldn't mix drugs with caffeine.// Feeling better about the misunderstanding, Quatre gave the violet-eyed pilot a slight smile. "We're friends, and friends take care of each other. You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"
Blinking as he found himself smiling, Duo nodded sharply. "Yeah. Sorry for jumping on you like that. Guess I'm just glad to be down here and I was afraid you'd send me back to bed. You know I hate being restrained like that." Grinning at Quatre's knowing smile, Duo shook his head. "I've been so restless lately I'm probably looking for a conflict."
"Well, if you continue to rest rather than fighting our help, you'll be back to your old self in no time," Trowa said, voice soft as he met Duo's surprised gaze. "Our missions are on hiatus for the moment, and if you're worried about that, the best thing you could do would be to rest as much as possible so you heal faster. Fighting is just going to make harder, which means you'll be stuck in bed longer."
"I guess so," Duo muttered, glancing at Heero before scowling at the table. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the drowsiness that had been plaguing him since the boy's had come in. Doing his best to hide a yawn, he looked up sharply when Heero suddenly stood, moving around the table till he stood at his side. "What?"
Studying the boy's eyes for a minute, Heero gave a smirk. "Stand up."
Not sure what to make of the order, Duo turned to look at Quatre and Trowa, taking in the way they were exchanging glances. Eyes moving back to Heero, he frowned. "Why?"
"To see if you can," Heero said softly, eyes glinting as his voice took on a taunting edge. It worked, as Duo glared and slowly pushed his chair back as he got to his feet, leaning heavily against the table. Moving rapidly, Heero caught him about the shoulders as he started to sag.
"Hey, what's wrong with me?" Blinking as he leaned against Heero, his eyes widened and he glanced at the boy's cobalt eyes before letting out a soft curse. "Tell me you didn't drug me, Heero."
"No."
"Damnit, that's not fair!" Duo cried, frowning in hurt at Heero's calm expression. "I thought we had a deal."
"You're the one who doesn't lie, but I kept my part. You got your coffee, you got to wait until the others got back, except for Wufei, but that could be a while. And now, you're going back to your room. You need to rest."
Staring at Heero in disbelief as he forced his eyes to stay open, Duo growled. "Of all the low-down, underhanded--"
"I know." Not hiding his smirk, Heero moved to lift the boy, nodding to the pair at the table as Duo didn't even have the strength to struggle. Turning, he left the room and made his way upstairs. "Duo, I haven't disregarded *my* missions. And right now seeing to it that you recover as quickly as possible is my mission."
"Oh man," Duo groaned, leaning his head against Heero's chest as his eyes fell closed. "This is so unfair..."
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TBC
Category: Yaoi, shonen ai
Pairings: 1+2, implied 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Blood Fetish
Part 3
Dropping his hold on Trowa's hand, Quatre rushed past the tall boy and into the kitchen, coming to a stop beside the table as he leaned down. Palms flat against the table-top, the blonde glared at Duo, eyes taking in how weak he looked. "What are you doing up?" he asked, frowning when Duo slowly opened his eyes to give him a small smile.
Not moving his head from where he held it inches above the rim of his coffee cup, Duo directed the anxious boy's eyes toward the counter, smirking when Quatre's anger evaporated at the sight of Heero. Eyes closing for a moment as he inhaled the rich scent of the coffe again, Duo's smile returned and he looked over to Trowa. The tall boy was still standing in the doorway, a slight smile curving his lips as he watched the concerned blonde with infinite tolerance.
"Heero," Quatre said, surprise evident in his tone as he calmed down. There hadn't been any question of who would supervise Duo's recovery as the Japanese pilot had immediately taken charge. Sighing as he took in Duo's smug expression, Quatre slowly sat at the table across from him. If Heero had let him come downstairs, then there wasn't anything *he* could do about it. "So you're feeling better?"
Meeting Quatre's gaze, Duo nodded sharply as he gave a cocky grin and sat up abruptly. "Of course. A little pain can't keep *me* down. In fact, I would have been up sooner if you guys hadn't insisted on playing mother-hen." Glancing up when Trowa moved forward to sit beside the blue-eyed blonde, Duo caught the boy's raised eyebrow, not liking his smirk. Frowning at Trowa's doubtful expression, he turned to look at Heero who was leaning against the counter. The boy had been standing there since he'd given him the coffee more than fifteen minutes ago. "Going to join us, Heero?"
Blinking, for a split second the cobalt-eyed boy looked caught off guard, then he looked at the other two pilots. Realizing how obvious he was being, he nodded sharply and sat at the table. "Where's Wufei?"
"There was something he had to do," Trowa said cryptically, meeting Heero's gaze for a moment before glancing at Duo. Taking in the American's curiosity-widened eyes, Trowa gave a slight nod. "He should be here soon."
"In that case, we can wait for him, right?" Grinning when Heero gave a reluctant nod, Duo leaned back in his chair. "So, what's our status, mission wise? I know you guys haven't had much time what with having to take care of me and all, but I'm better now."
"No you're not," Quatre said, frowning in disapproval of the boy's bluff. Giving a wary look in Heero's direction, he decided to plow ahead. "You shouldn't even be out of bed yet. Do you have any idea how much blood you lost?" Seeing Heero's glare, Quatre paled a bit, but didn't stop. He refused to be intimidated when it came to the welfare of a friend. "As for our taking time off to help you recover, well, it's the least we could do. Don't worry about the missions, Duo."
"Don't worry? Quatre, our missions are more important than any one of us, right Heero? And what do you mean, 'the least you can do'? Do you think you owe me?" Fighting the hurt that tried to come at the thought of their kindness having stemmed from such a thing, Duo put on a sarcastic demeanor. "It's not like it was *your* fault. Jeeze, you don't owe me anything."
"That's not what I meant, Duo." Shaking his head at the boy, Quatre glanced to the side as Heero moved slightly. Seeing the subtle movement of the boy's hands, Quatre turned back to Duo, looking down at the cup he was holding for a moment before meeting his eyes. //I should have known Heero wouldn't let him stay up this long. I just hope that's decaffeinated. You shouldn't mix drugs with caffeine.// Feeling better about the misunderstanding, Quatre gave the violet-eyed pilot a slight smile. "We're friends, and friends take care of each other. You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?"
Blinking as he found himself smiling, Duo nodded sharply. "Yeah. Sorry for jumping on you like that. Guess I'm just glad to be down here and I was afraid you'd send me back to bed. You know I hate being restrained like that." Grinning at Quatre's knowing smile, Duo shook his head. "I've been so restless lately I'm probably looking for a conflict."
"Well, if you continue to rest rather than fighting our help, you'll be back to your old self in no time," Trowa said, voice soft as he met Duo's surprised gaze. "Our missions are on hiatus for the moment, and if you're worried about that, the best thing you could do would be to rest as much as possible so you heal faster. Fighting is just going to make harder, which means you'll be stuck in bed longer."
"I guess so," Duo muttered, glancing at Heero before scowling at the table. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the drowsiness that had been plaguing him since the boy's had come in. Doing his best to hide a yawn, he looked up sharply when Heero suddenly stood, moving around the table till he stood at his side. "What?"
Studying the boy's eyes for a minute, Heero gave a smirk. "Stand up."
Not sure what to make of the order, Duo turned to look at Quatre and Trowa, taking in the way they were exchanging glances. Eyes moving back to Heero, he frowned. "Why?"
"To see if you can," Heero said softly, eyes glinting as his voice took on a taunting edge. It worked, as Duo glared and slowly pushed his chair back as he got to his feet, leaning heavily against the table. Moving rapidly, Heero caught him about the shoulders as he started to sag.
"Hey, what's wrong with me?" Blinking as he leaned against Heero, his eyes widened and he glanced at the boy's cobalt eyes before letting out a soft curse. "Tell me you didn't drug me, Heero."
"No."
"Damnit, that's not fair!" Duo cried, frowning in hurt at Heero's calm expression. "I thought we had a deal."
"You're the one who doesn't lie, but I kept my part. You got your coffee, you got to wait until the others got back, except for Wufei, but that could be a while. And now, you're going back to your room. You need to rest."
Staring at Heero in disbelief as he forced his eyes to stay open, Duo growled. "Of all the low-down, underhanded--"
"I know." Not hiding his smirk, Heero moved to lift the boy, nodding to the pair at the table as Duo didn't even have the strength to struggle. Turning, he left the room and made his way upstairs. "Duo, I haven't disregarded *my* missions. And right now seeing to it that you recover as quickly as possible is my mission."
"Oh man," Duo groaned, leaning his head against Heero's chest as his eyes fell closed. "This is so unfair..."
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TBC