Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breathing Methods ❯ Intermission - Icecream Sandwiches And Teething Gel ( Chapter 6 )

 

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Intermission - Ice-cream Sandwiches and Teething Gel

 

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“These are really good.” Duo's making an absolute pig of himself again, ice-cream pretty much everywhere else but in his mouth. His black t-shirt is covered in it. His hair is, too. His face looks like the back of a refrigerator that hasn't been cleaned in months. Me and Heero watch in horrified silence, yet we're both loathe to burst the little bubble of happiness he's surrounded himself in. It's not like we're cruel people, after all.

 

“Yummy.”

 

“Yup.”

 

So, we don't say anything, until Quatre wanders in, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

 

“What the fuck is that?” He blinks at the stunned Duo, who has the messy remains of what used to be a ice-cream sandwich halfway to his mouth. With a small plop, it drops onto his lap, and he gazes at it mournfully as Heero stares at Quatre, no doubt surprised by his swearing. I put my hand in the mess on Duo's lap, drawing some ice-cream away and putting it to my own lips.

 

Yeah, hentai, whoo-hoo.

 

Duo starts giggling, and suddenly his lap is free for all…for himself and me, since Heero and Quatre don't seem very interested at all…and we use his legs as a plate. “Really yummy” he comments, and I nod a him with a grin. Quatre blinks, and then flops down next to Heero. “Wufei, why are you lying on the couch with your legs in the air like that?”

 

I sniff haughtily, and decide not to answer such an asinine query.

 

“His ass is sore” Heero explains, and Quatre blushes and buries his head in his hands. Duo snorts, and starts choking on the remains of biscuit hiding somewhere in his mouth, and I growl menacingly. I wouldn't have exactly put it like that…

 

“Sorry, Wufei” Heero says sincerely, and I wriggle a little, to show him I'm not angry.

 

“Does it really hurt, Wufei?” Quatre asks, his aquamarine eyes wide with concern, and I growl warily as he leans over me a little, blonde hair glowing like a halo around his head from the fluorescent light behind him. “It's okay” I mutter, and Heero and Duo manage to look furtively guiltily, even though I explained to them…at length…that it wasn't their fault. Stupid, self-blaming boys…

 

“We've got him some things to help, risking life and limb, but he refuses to use them.” They both glare at me, Heero rubbing a bruise on his temple, Duo a graze on his upper arm, and I roll my eyes as Quatre hesitantly rubs my back. Alright, maybe not so much self-blaming as Wufei-blaming. Yeah. Go me.

 

Alright, so they might have risked life and limb, as they so casually put it, but it doesn't sound so bad from my perspective. I mean, that old lady with the mace could have been easily subdued. They were right next to a butchers when the bulldog attacked; plenty of fresh meat to use as a distraction, if they had used their minds instead of their survival instincts. That poor dog…the chemist was not a drug lord; having a moustache, several hundred tattoo's and six bodyguards doesn't make you a vice king. And that incident with the bus…? They do not chase you with sadistic intent, believe you me.

 

“Pussy's” I mutter, and Quatre tries to hide a grin as they gasp indignantly.

 

Then suddenly…I have the strangest idea. It refuses to go away, as well, so I at least give it the courtesy it deserves and listen to its instructions carefully. “Oh…Quatre?” I ask, in my most seductive voice.

 

“Eh?”

 

Oh….better brush up on my seduction voice, because…apparently…I sound like a hedgehog with a cold while using it.

 

“Fuck it” I mutter, and wriggle around on the couch until I'm on my back, carefully lifting my hips into the air. “Would you mind…terribly….using that stuff on me?” I ask innocently, and smile when Duo and Heero cough instantaneously. Quatre looks at them from under his bangs…oh my, what's this...? and then smirks while they're not looking, staring me straight in the eye with suddenly devious intent.

 

Oh…

 

“Wufei…you want me to stick my fingers up your ass?”

 

…shit.

 

“I wouldn't mind that at all…” he murmurs thoughtfully, and I gasp, eyes wide with surprise, as a surprisingly strong hand clamps down on my hip. Fuck, he's strong. Almost as strong as me and Heero, and we've been trained to be like that, in all areas of our bodies. What the hell…?

 

He notices me, probably because I'm staring at his hand and gaping like a landed trout, and that slow smirk lights up his angelic face again. “You don't think Sandrock's weapons are based on nothing, do you…? I've been training with swords for most of my life. I don't like using them, though…but I do if I have to…” He leans over me, eyes flickering across the planes of my face, and Heero and Duo gasp as his other hand presses down on my crotch. Oh…fuck…me… “Would it be terribly forward if I kissed you, Wufei, right now?” he asks breathlessly, and I remember that his room is right next to mine…and whoever else happens to be sharing…

 

What did he hear?

 

What did he…gulp…imagine?

 

Ersatz Quatre is bloody right, ain't it.

 

Nice, polite, closet bred pervert. Just my bloody luck. Seriously, I'm a lucky, lucky man!

 

“Lucky man…” I murmur, and then I surprise the hell out of all of us…

 

“But no” I whisper, tone regretful as I trace a hand over his high cheekbones. “Tomorrow, maybe, if I don't feel like somebody's tried to rape me with a leaf blower.” His face falls for a moment, before he tries to hide it with a smile, and I grin as Duo and Heero exchange a glance I can't interpret.

 

“I said no to the finger thing…kissing, however, sounds like a good remedy for pain.”

 

Duo sighs theatrically, flopping back onto the ground and sending ice cream flying, and Heero shakes his head as he starts typing on his laptop. When did he go and get that…?

 

Oh well. It's only Quatre that matters at the moment, and I'm glad the others are sensible enough to realise it. Or perhaps they're really just amusing my sense of pride...but that doesn't matter, really, since both things achieve the same effect. He, meanwhile, smiles so brightly I feel like I should be wearing sunglasses.

 

“Wait…is there anything you need to tell me, before…before you kiss me?” Fuck, I'm blushing. When was the last time that happened? But…well, Quatre appears so innocent sometimes it's hard to believe he can be as devious as the devil himself. So right now…and this is true, and I kinda hate myself for it…I'm feeling shy.

 

“Tell you what, exactly?” He raises a golden eyebrow, aquamarine eyes glimmering with laughter. “That I'm an exhibitionist, a bit of a whore, and most of the time I top? That I've fucked people before, and have been fucked by them? That my last experience was with a girl who liked to bark like a dog when she came? Oh Wufei, I have many, many things to tell, and one night…or indeed, the space of time before I kiss you…wouldn't be long enough by half.”

 

There's a thud somewhere. It could be my jaw. It could be Duo's head exploding. Most likely it's Heero's laptop, and I wince as I remember his love for the mechanical being. And then what Quatre said kinda catches up to me in one, big impressive swirl, and I start gasping.

 

“You…what!?”

 

“Is this going to be a problem?” He looks kind of uncertain now, even though his hand…God, he has such a firm grip…is rubbing the material over my suddenly awakened erection. Go, builder set, go! “I am clean, I get tested after every time, and I make sure that whoever I'm with is clean too. And I'm not a slut exactly…just a spoilt brat rebelling against Daddy. In fact…,” and now he looks slightly mournful, “…I haven't had sex in two and a half years.”

 

“Babbla, babbla, babbla…”

 

Yeah, that's me babbling. Shut up. Could you speak intelligibly after someone's dropped a mother load…from Quatre, no less!...on you like that?

 

“No. No problem at all. When I'm a little better, I want you to fuck me raw again.”

 

Okaaaay…so maybe I can speak a little. Quatre looks pleased. Heero looks vaguely horrified, but there's a hint of amusement curling around his lips. Duo looks completely shocked.

 

“Can we do it in the elevator?” Quatre asks, a hint of a breathless tone in his voice. I blink. An elevator? Oh sure, I have a hell of a lot of porn that shows this to be a very, very good thing, but I'm still a little doubtful. An elevator?

 

“Sure thing” my mouth answers, while my brain stares at me like I'm a retard. How can a person think when they have an angel rubbing their sac? “Do me in there for hours, if you like. Or…tell you what…you fuck me, come, finger fuck me until you're hard again, and then fuck me harder than before, we can do it in a glass one, if you like.”

 

What!?

 

What the fuck did I just say!?

 

They all stare at me, and Quatre stops his ministrations, eyes widening, but I can't help it. Off my mouth goes again, like a retard escaping bullies with metal on his legs. Run, tongue and lips, ruuuuun!!!

 

“Yeah….and maybe after that, you chain me outside in the cold, on the roof maybe, and in a few hours come and fuck me again, to make me warm up. And then we can explore the options of several instruments I have hidden away, and the purpose of batteries and lubricant in a young man's life. I can't believe I'm saying this.” I glare at all of them, wagging a finger. “Porn does this to you, gentlemen, and brings your darkest fantasies to life. Don't try this at home, at a friend's house, indeed, never try this. Fuck me, I'm tired. What am I saying?”

 

“Wufei, you're sore and tired” Quatre says soothingly, smoothing my hair from my suddenly sweaty forehead. “You need to rest, or you won't get better. Come on, we'll take you to bed.”

 

Suddenly…to my horror…I cringe. “Not right now, it kinda…it kinda…”

 

“Just to sleep” he croons, still smoothing my forehead as he gets Duo and Heero to pick me up. He then glares at them a little. “He's like this because he's overloading, physically and mentally. He has no control of what he's saying, and he doesn't mean half of what he says, alright?” They nod, and Duo brushes my forehead with the gentlest of kisses, eyes filled with a soft kind of light. “My `Fei….sleep, and we'll watch over you. You're so brave…to do all this for us…we don't deserve you…”

 

“Hmmm…” Heero hums, a quiet, sad melody I've never heard before, and kisses me gently, on the tip of my nose. “Gentle, Wufei…gently now…”

 

And Quatre presses his lips to mine, and I nearly scream from the overload he sweeps through. His…oh Gods, his empathy…

 

“When…or if… I have sex with you, I put heart, soul and mind into it” he whispers, almost whimpering, and brushes my lips again. Affection. Deep weariness. “If…if you don't want me to…” Sadness, rejection, unbearable loneliness. “I won't” he finishes with a whisper, and I feel something…deep inside, something I've forgotten, I know that much…break a little.

 

Affection. Deep, unsurpassable affection. Warmth. Sadness. Joy. Anger. Relief. Relief, freedom, affection, relieved loneliness. Want. Need. Yearning. Deep seated yearning. For an angel who stopped because he scared his lovers so much, he couldn't bear to be near any of them again…two of them, a girl and a boy his own age, in a camp in the desert…I don't know how I know, but I do, and that knowledge...it's knowledge gained, none the less. I send him all I can, and somewhere in the sending and his sudden, glorious smile, I pass out.

 

And three suns revolve around me, their light breathtaking and beautiful…

 

A cold moon, begging to be a star, watches from the doorway before he leaves…

 

And Quatre's touch lets me feel the unbearable sadness inside of him.

 

Trowa.

 

And then, somehow, I start telling them in my sleep about that food fetish I developed while thirteen, and thought I was well rid of...