Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Clockwork ❯ Clockwork ( One-Shot )

Title: Clockwork

Author: OrangeFlips

Pairings: 1+5, 2+5. But almost preslash.

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Heero knew he could have him, but it wasn't enough.

Comments: Heero POV. Ooh, dark? It's weird. I have so many unfinished 1x5 fics, some even sort of fluffy, and instead this one comes out. Grawr.

Warnings: Unbetaed. COMPLETELY unbetaed. I wrote it, and then read it ONCE. Dark. Gratifying torture? Iono. NOT FLUFF.

Standard disclaimers apply.

 

After the Mariemaia Wars, Wufei was a changed boy. He became less cocky, less confident. His voice was soft, subdued; his life was a routine. Wake up, put out fires, report to Une, sleep. Repeat until old and death finally claimed him.

 

Duo had joked about how it was an obvious improvement, a comment that had received a swat on the head from Trowa and a worried look from Quatre. Heero didn't respond, of course, just pretended he didn't hear him.

 

Heero had entertained thoughts of claiming the black-haired pilot. He knew Wufei wouldn't deny him - his guilt was too great. He really, sometimes, wanted to march up to Wufei's door one day, and speak to him for the first time since the war, demanding Wufei to “go out”, or sleep, with him. And Wufei would go, of course.

 

He may flinch, but he would go. Heero knew how Wufei's mind ticked.

 

The thought of having all that grace and power under him was, again, tempting, but that was entirely the problem. Wufei was dead. The real one, at least. The real Wufei would have apologized by now, and then went on his flaming way to do whatever he wanted. The real Wufei would have kicked Heero to the ground if Heero had mentioned anything concerning homosexual relationships.

 

Heero didn't dare make a move, because he knew even if he had him, it wouldn't be enough.

 

It was, apparently, enough for Duo. Slender Caucasian arms interlocked with Wufei's as they appeared at Quatre's door for yet another “reunion”. Heero stared at Wufei long enough for Wufei to look back at him for the briefest moment, before they both turned away. Heero didn't like what he saw.

 

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Quatre mentioned casually.

 

“About what?” he snorted in reply.

 

Quatre shrugged, always convinced that all people needed was a nudge in the right direction.

 

“It's been a while.”

 

Dull, black eyes stared back at Heero, plastic cup a quarter filled with red fruit juice. “Yes.”

 

“Would… would you follow me?” Heero asked, before turning and walking away. He didn't need to look back to know that Wufei would follow.

 

As soon as Wufei entered the empty room, Heero threw him to the ground, kicking him in the sides. Wufei emitted a groan, before rolling on his side. No retaliation.

 

Heero continued to punch, kick, scream at Wufei, not aiming for unconsciousness or death, but for pain. He pushed angry, powerful fists in Wufei's chest, allowed him to feel the shrill edge of pain like Treize never did. He didn't hold back until finally Wufei kicked back, until finally he did something, until he finally tasted redemption.

 

And then Heero had bowed. Wufei struggled to get up, gasping, but managed to bow before collapsing on the floor once again.

 

Heero bandaged what wounds he could on Wufei, nodding to Wufei's wispy, “Thank you.”

 

“What are you going to do now?” Heero demanded, arms crossed.

 

“Go to sleep.”

 

“Don't get cocky on me, Chang.”

 

Wufei shivered, before saying the words Heero wanted to hear, “Fight back.”

 

“And?”

 

“Leave Duo.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because it's not what I want!”

 

“Good,” Heero left the room, accomplished. Oh, sure, he had just made his plan to woe Wufei in to his bed an unspeakable amount harder, but at least when he did, he got it all.

 

Besides, he always did love a challenge.

 

Endnotes: Please tell me any grammar mistakes I made, or confusing parts! And reviews are ubernice too. Thanks for reading!