Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood Fetish ❯ Chapter 4
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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: 1.6K | Visits: 866 | 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: 1.6K | Visits: 866 | Status: Work In Progress
Warnings: not much in this one, maybe minor angst
Category: Yaoi, shonen ai
Pairings: 1x2, vague 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Blood Fetish
Part 4
"Did you find anything?"
Black eyes smoldering, Wufei shook his head as he turned slightly, pulling the door shut behind him. Sitting at the table, his eyes moved over the three pilots before glaring at the table. "If I had a name...anything at all to go by, I'd have had better luck. We don't even know his rank." Meeting Heero's murderous expression, Wufei shook his head, glancing up in gratitude when Trowa placed a mug in front of him. "How's Duo?"
"You just missed him," Trowa said with a touch of humor evident in his otherwise monotone voice as he sat down again.
"You let him get up?" Wufei asked in surprise, looking at Heero in disapproval. "That's not wise. His immune system is going to be low right now. He shouldn't be out of bed."
"Not for long," Quatre put in, smiling at the stoic Japanese boy. "Heero drugged him and made him go back to bed. Duo's going to be very angry when he wakes up."
Shrugging, Heero frowned at Wufei. "He's not going to let us keep pushing him around. It's a matter of days before he'll be on his feet again whether we like it or not."
"He'll be okay," Trowa said slowly, more to calm Quatre's worry than Heero's anger. "He's determined, it's not likely he'll get sick."
"Duo's stubborn, but he's not a fool. I still say if we just tell him how sick he was he'll listen to reason," Quatre said, not flinching at Heero's glare. "I know you don't want to remind him of it, but he doesn't understand why we're treating him like this. Without a reason, he's going to keep fighting us and that's just going to make things worse."
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Groaning, Duo rubbed his eyes hard before sitting up to glare around the room, pausing in surprise when he saw it was empty. Still scowling, he suddenly smirked. //He must not have used drugs on me before, otherwise he'd know they don't last long.// Yawning widely, he pushed his feet over the edge of the bed as he moved as silently as possible to the partially opened door. Not seeing anyone in the hall, he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the floor. //I can't believe he'd stoop so low.// Looking at his bed, he made an expression of distaste before his eyes fell on the laptop on the desk.
//And why not? I'll bet the doctors are blaming *me* for this little 'hiatus'.// Pulling back the chair carefully so it didn't scrape the floor, he sat down and logged on quickly. Typing in his private code, he scanned the first message, groaning when he saw how many missions he'd failed to complete while he'd been stuck in bed. //Sure, I'm still pretty weak, but damnit, it's been over a week now.// Looking at the latest message, he winced at the doctor's sarcasm as he read quickly. //What does he mean 'if I *ever* recover'? Shit, what have they been telling him? It's not like I've been laying around by choice.//
Sending a quick glare toward the door, he started to type a reply telling exactly who was to blame for his absence. Reading what he'd written, however, he sighed as he realized how petty it sounded. //No, I'll just say I'm better. It's not like I don't appreciate their concern, it's just misplaced. They don't realize I can take care of myself.//
* * *
Stopping dead as he saw the empty bed from where he stood in the hall, Heero's eyes narrowed to slits as he shoved the door open harshly. Then he spotted Duo. Eyes wide in surprise, Duo started to get up when he suddenly glared and pushed the send button and logged out seconds before Heero reached him. Furious, Heero glared at the laptop before turning his eyes to take in Duo's defiant expression. "What did you do?" he ground out, fists clenching at his sides.
"It's my business," Duo said slowly, determined not to show the least bit of fear at Heero's blazing eyes. Pushing away from the desk, he got out of the chair on the side opposite of the other pilot as he folded his arms over his chest and waited, eyes blazing just as bright as Heero's. "If you didn't treat me like a child I wouldn't have to sneak."
"You're acting like one," Heero said, unable to stop himself. "Now tell me what you did."
"Not going to happen," Duo said quickly, shaking his head before turning his back on the irate boy.
Forcing himself to calm as he stared at the stubborn curve of the boy's back, Heero slowly unclenched his fists. The couple of hours worth of sleep he'd gotten had obviously helped, as Duo seemed to have much more energy than earlier. //But how long will *that* last?// Stepping to stand beside him, Heero waited silently until Duo glanced over at him. "You're right. It's your business and I had no right to ask." Waiting, expression carefully clear, he gave a mental smirk at Duo's stunned expression.
//Wow. That's like an apology...almost.// Watching with wide eyes, he saw Heero's cobalt gaze fall to the floor and suddenly felt very guilty. //He's just trying to help...why am I getting so angry?// Staring at Heero's blank expression, he sighed. "Look, Heero. I just want you to stop acting like I'm an invalid. You have no idea how crazy it's making me." Nodding when Heero looked up, he suddenly gripped the other boy's shoulders, moving a bit closer to him as his eyes narrowed. "And don't you *ever* drug me again!"
Fighting the urge to smirk at the order he had no intention of following, Heero found himself staring at Duo. His violet eyes were practically shooting sparks at him and he couldn't help appreciating how good Duo looked when he was angry. Shoving the thought to the back of his mind where he knew it would stay to bug him later, he nodded slightly. Duo smiled at the agreement, but he didn't know what Heero was agreeing with. "Are you hungry?"
Blinking at the abrupt change of subject, Duo grinned. "Yes! But I'm going to eat at the table."
"I take it you want to walk," Heero said slowly, hiding his disappointment perfectly but allowing his disapproval to show.
Thinking of the stairs, Duo admitted he felt much better than he had earlier, then he glanced at Heero. //Then again, why take the chance when I can be carried. *That* kind of pampering I don't mind in the least.// Wondering how to say it without Heero thinking he was too weak to be downstairs, he frowned. "I'm not sure about those stairs. Falling would really suck."
Keeping his face blank, Heero nodded. "It's an unnecessary risk," he said quickly as he lifted the other boy.
"You know, Heero, you're pretty strong. I mean, we're about the same size." Fighting to keep his expression neutral when Heero paused and looked at him, Duo blinked.
"Like I said, you're not heavy. You've probably lost weight." Wondering at the small smile that crossed Duo's lips, he moved into the hall. It wasn't exactly true, Duo wasn't that light, but he didn't mind the weight, not a bit. Not bothered by the surprised looks the other boy's gave him when he entered the kitchen, he placed Duo in his chair and sat down beside him, nodding to Quatre whose turn it was to cook. "He's hungry."
Confused since they'd just agreed Duo needed to stay in bed, Quatre didn't move for a minute, then the boy in question cleared his throat. Meeting his gaze, Quatre smiled quickly and moved to get another plate.
No one said much as they ate, but Quatre noticed that Duo kept sending glances toward Heero. Frowning, the boy would look back to his food quickly as if he was having trouble figuring the dark-haired pilot out. Not sure what he was seeing, Quatre looked to Trowa feeling relieved when he found that he wasn't the only one to notice. //I guess that has something to do with Heero's letting him come back down here. Maybe they've reached a compromise.//
It was nice being able to eat with everyone again, but Duo didn't feel like chatting as he usually would have. He was trying to understand why he'd gotten so angry earlier. Yes, he was furious that Heero'd drugged him, but it went further than that. Every day he spent in bed his restlessness and frustration grew and he'd exploded. What he didn't get was why it bothered him so much. That compounded with how much he'd enjoyed having Heero carry him was driving him to distraction. //Okay, I know I like him, I've known that since the beginning. But why would I get mad when he takes care of me but feel all...cozy when he carried me down here? That made me look even weaker than my staying in bed does, so why doesn't *that* make me mad?// Glancing at Heero, he hid a smile. //I don't know, but he has been awfully sweet to me for being the most reticent of us. Maybe I'm wearing him down.//
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TBC
--notes--
Future parts should include angst (minor or major, I don't know for sure), and sap.
Category: Yaoi, shonen ai
Pairings: 1x2, vague 3x4
Author: Arigatomina
Email: arigatoumina@hotmail.com
Complete Archive: www.geocities.com/arigatomina
Blood Fetish
Part 4
"Did you find anything?"
Black eyes smoldering, Wufei shook his head as he turned slightly, pulling the door shut behind him. Sitting at the table, his eyes moved over the three pilots before glaring at the table. "If I had a name...anything at all to go by, I'd have had better luck. We don't even know his rank." Meeting Heero's murderous expression, Wufei shook his head, glancing up in gratitude when Trowa placed a mug in front of him. "How's Duo?"
"You just missed him," Trowa said with a touch of humor evident in his otherwise monotone voice as he sat down again.
"You let him get up?" Wufei asked in surprise, looking at Heero in disapproval. "That's not wise. His immune system is going to be low right now. He shouldn't be out of bed."
"Not for long," Quatre put in, smiling at the stoic Japanese boy. "Heero drugged him and made him go back to bed. Duo's going to be very angry when he wakes up."
Shrugging, Heero frowned at Wufei. "He's not going to let us keep pushing him around. It's a matter of days before he'll be on his feet again whether we like it or not."
"He'll be okay," Trowa said slowly, more to calm Quatre's worry than Heero's anger. "He's determined, it's not likely he'll get sick."
"Duo's stubborn, but he's not a fool. I still say if we just tell him how sick he was he'll listen to reason," Quatre said, not flinching at Heero's glare. "I know you don't want to remind him of it, but he doesn't understand why we're treating him like this. Without a reason, he's going to keep fighting us and that's just going to make things worse."
* * *
Groaning, Duo rubbed his eyes hard before sitting up to glare around the room, pausing in surprise when he saw it was empty. Still scowling, he suddenly smirked. //He must not have used drugs on me before, otherwise he'd know they don't last long.// Yawning widely, he pushed his feet over the edge of the bed as he moved as silently as possible to the partially opened door. Not seeing anyone in the hall, he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the floor. //I can't believe he'd stoop so low.// Looking at his bed, he made an expression of distaste before his eyes fell on the laptop on the desk.
//And why not? I'll bet the doctors are blaming *me* for this little 'hiatus'.// Pulling back the chair carefully so it didn't scrape the floor, he sat down and logged on quickly. Typing in his private code, he scanned the first message, groaning when he saw how many missions he'd failed to complete while he'd been stuck in bed. //Sure, I'm still pretty weak, but damnit, it's been over a week now.// Looking at the latest message, he winced at the doctor's sarcasm as he read quickly. //What does he mean 'if I *ever* recover'? Shit, what have they been telling him? It's not like I've been laying around by choice.//
Sending a quick glare toward the door, he started to type a reply telling exactly who was to blame for his absence. Reading what he'd written, however, he sighed as he realized how petty it sounded. //No, I'll just say I'm better. It's not like I don't appreciate their concern, it's just misplaced. They don't realize I can take care of myself.//
* * *
Stopping dead as he saw the empty bed from where he stood in the hall, Heero's eyes narrowed to slits as he shoved the door open harshly. Then he spotted Duo. Eyes wide in surprise, Duo started to get up when he suddenly glared and pushed the send button and logged out seconds before Heero reached him. Furious, Heero glared at the laptop before turning his eyes to take in Duo's defiant expression. "What did you do?" he ground out, fists clenching at his sides.
"It's my business," Duo said slowly, determined not to show the least bit of fear at Heero's blazing eyes. Pushing away from the desk, he got out of the chair on the side opposite of the other pilot as he folded his arms over his chest and waited, eyes blazing just as bright as Heero's. "If you didn't treat me like a child I wouldn't have to sneak."
"You're acting like one," Heero said, unable to stop himself. "Now tell me what you did."
"Not going to happen," Duo said quickly, shaking his head before turning his back on the irate boy.
Forcing himself to calm as he stared at the stubborn curve of the boy's back, Heero slowly unclenched his fists. The couple of hours worth of sleep he'd gotten had obviously helped, as Duo seemed to have much more energy than earlier. //But how long will *that* last?// Stepping to stand beside him, Heero waited silently until Duo glanced over at him. "You're right. It's your business and I had no right to ask." Waiting, expression carefully clear, he gave a mental smirk at Duo's stunned expression.
//Wow. That's like an apology...almost.// Watching with wide eyes, he saw Heero's cobalt gaze fall to the floor and suddenly felt very guilty. //He's just trying to help...why am I getting so angry?// Staring at Heero's blank expression, he sighed. "Look, Heero. I just want you to stop acting like I'm an invalid. You have no idea how crazy it's making me." Nodding when Heero looked up, he suddenly gripped the other boy's shoulders, moving a bit closer to him as his eyes narrowed. "And don't you *ever* drug me again!"
Fighting the urge to smirk at the order he had no intention of following, Heero found himself staring at Duo. His violet eyes were practically shooting sparks at him and he couldn't help appreciating how good Duo looked when he was angry. Shoving the thought to the back of his mind where he knew it would stay to bug him later, he nodded slightly. Duo smiled at the agreement, but he didn't know what Heero was agreeing with. "Are you hungry?"
Blinking at the abrupt change of subject, Duo grinned. "Yes! But I'm going to eat at the table."
"I take it you want to walk," Heero said slowly, hiding his disappointment perfectly but allowing his disapproval to show.
Thinking of the stairs, Duo admitted he felt much better than he had earlier, then he glanced at Heero. //Then again, why take the chance when I can be carried. *That* kind of pampering I don't mind in the least.// Wondering how to say it without Heero thinking he was too weak to be downstairs, he frowned. "I'm not sure about those stairs. Falling would really suck."
Keeping his face blank, Heero nodded. "It's an unnecessary risk," he said quickly as he lifted the other boy.
"You know, Heero, you're pretty strong. I mean, we're about the same size." Fighting to keep his expression neutral when Heero paused and looked at him, Duo blinked.
"Like I said, you're not heavy. You've probably lost weight." Wondering at the small smile that crossed Duo's lips, he moved into the hall. It wasn't exactly true, Duo wasn't that light, but he didn't mind the weight, not a bit. Not bothered by the surprised looks the other boy's gave him when he entered the kitchen, he placed Duo in his chair and sat down beside him, nodding to Quatre whose turn it was to cook. "He's hungry."
Confused since they'd just agreed Duo needed to stay in bed, Quatre didn't move for a minute, then the boy in question cleared his throat. Meeting his gaze, Quatre smiled quickly and moved to get another plate.
No one said much as they ate, but Quatre noticed that Duo kept sending glances toward Heero. Frowning, the boy would look back to his food quickly as if he was having trouble figuring the dark-haired pilot out. Not sure what he was seeing, Quatre looked to Trowa feeling relieved when he found that he wasn't the only one to notice. //I guess that has something to do with Heero's letting him come back down here. Maybe they've reached a compromise.//
It was nice being able to eat with everyone again, but Duo didn't feel like chatting as he usually would have. He was trying to understand why he'd gotten so angry earlier. Yes, he was furious that Heero'd drugged him, but it went further than that. Every day he spent in bed his restlessness and frustration grew and he'd exploded. What he didn't get was why it bothered him so much. That compounded with how much he'd enjoyed having Heero carry him was driving him to distraction. //Okay, I know I like him, I've known that since the beginning. But why would I get mad when he takes care of me but feel all...cozy when he carried me down here? That made me look even weaker than my staying in bed does, so why doesn't *that* make me mad?// Glancing at Heero, he hid a smile. //I don't know, but he has been awfully sweet to me for being the most reticent of us. Maybe I'm wearing him down.//
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TBC
--notes--
Future parts should include angst (minor or major, I don't know for sure), and sap.