Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Flight of the Dragon ❯ The Story Begins ( Chapter 1 )

Flight of the Dragon

Chapter 1

Wufei stared at the computer in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to him. He hadn't messed up any of his missions, hadn't failed to complete and turn in his mission reports on time. He had been working for the Preventers for five years and he never had one before. He glared at the screen as if it were at fault, as if he could make the message disappear and never return.

*New Partner Assignments

Mandatory

New Preventer Regulation

No Exceptions*

 

Although he was slightly curious to see who Une would partner him with. Gundam pilots weren't know for working well with others, a bled over from the war. Wufei glanced around his spotless, empty office. Of course the others already were partnered up with each other. Heero and Duo simply refused to work with anyone else and occasionally maybe one of the other Gundam pilots. Trowa and Quatre joined the Preventers as partners, it was stated on their contract that they would be partners, otherwise they wouldn't be here. It wasn't like either was hurting for a job. Although that contract of theirs blew the whole Fraternization Policy straight out the window. Yet no one argued it since they were one of the top teams there was. It was just Wufei that was left alone. But he had grown use to it. It was better to work alone, no one to disappoint but yourself. With a sigh, Wufei turned off his computer and gathered his completed mission reports. It looked like for once he would be getting off on time.

Grabbing his jacket, Wufei went off to Une's office to drop off the files. Deep in his thoughts, he didn't look as he rounded the corner and crashed into someone coming the other way. Tapping his head on the floor, Wufei sat back up with a groan.

“I'm sorry, are you alright?” he asked, clutching the back of his head.

“No my fault,” a husky voice replied, “here let me help you up.” Wufei followed the hand up and got lost in a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. It took a moment for the man's words to penetrate his fogged mind.

“Umm…ya sure…um hand…here you go.” Wufei reached up and was hauled gracefully to his feet. Or it would have been graceful except for the little part of him tripping on a pencil and falling into the man's arms. The man held tight until Wufei gathered his footing. Wufei took that moment to hide his burning face in the man's chest.

“Are you alright?” the man asked, gently grasping Wufei's shoulders.

“Believe it or not, I am not usually this clumsy.”

The man laughed. “Its quite alright, feel free to crash into me as often as you like.” Wufei's head shot up in surprise. “After all,” the man continued, “I'm sure I am at least softer than the floor.” At long last the two finally separated and gathered up the scattered files.

The man held out his hand, “Malcom Stone, and may I have the name of my now favorite pillow?”
Wufei chuckled and shook his hand, “Chang Wufei and you are indeed softer than the floor.”

Malcom grinned, “Well Wufei it has been a pleasure crashing into you; however, I have to leave.” He bowed slightly, “Until we meet again.” With a wink he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Wufei shuffled his folders and continued onto Une's office. It seemed that today would end on a happy not. Then he turned another corner and froze. Before him was Quatre and Trowa's office with the door cracked open. Guess they decided not to leave yet. Wufei watched stunned as Trowa lowered Quatre to the desk and followed him down, engaging his lover in a deep kiss, running his hands up Quatre's body, baring flesh to Wufei's eyes. Wufei tuned his head embarrassed. His eyes clenched tight in pain as Quatre's whispered “I love you” reached his ears. Soundlessly he went to Une's office then left the building. The crack of thunder that greeted him seemed fitting. Lowering his head, he walked off to the garage. He supposed it was his own fault; after all if he hadn't of fallen in love with Quatre during the war, he wouldn't be feeling this heartbreaking pain. Knowing he wasn't good enough for the gentle blonde helped him push his desires to the far most part of his mind. Then of course he developed feelings for Trowa during the first few years of Preventer missions. He was forced to ignore them as well for Quatre and Trowa became a couple before the last war ended. Wufei was many things but he would never come between the lovers, except perhaps literally. He snorted, as if that would ever happen. He yanked his helmet on and rode off on his motorcycle. As it was, he'd take what he could get. Quatre bought a two bedroom house on the outskirts of the city just a twenty minute drive from work. They had asked Wufei to come live with them and his masochist self agreed. He knew the only reason he was invited was because Quatre was worried about him living alone. Hell once he agreed, all of his belongings had been moved into the house and a new tenant into his old apartment before he left work that very day. Quatre must have thought he was suicidal or something.

As Wufei pulled up in front of the house, he was again struck at how funny it was. Indeed this house boasted two bedrooms. Each bedroom was the size of his whole apartment. There was also a large kitchen, separate dinning room, parlor, pantry, den, study, library, office for Quatre to keep an eye on Winner Enterprises. There was a conservatory in the back by the three car garage and the gym. Wufei wandered into his bedroom, dropping his clothes on his path to the bathroom. Moments later he reappeared fresh and calmed. Cleaning up his room, he made his way to the kitchen as it was his turn to fix dinner. Preparing tea, his mind became lost in recipes for the chicken he defrosted that morning.

 

*

 

“Trowa come on, we need to get home.” Quatre squirmed at the lingering touch to his stomach. He panted as the hand slipped south into his pants.

“Yes we should.” Trowa muttered, sucking gently on his bellybutton. “Wufei is fixing dinner at this very moment.” His hand tugged faster on Quatre's shaft, watching through hooded eyes as Quatre shoved his hips up, fisting his hair tightly. “Yes he is probably wearing your `kiss the chief' apron. Sliding his fingers in his mouth to taste the sauce.” Quatre's eyes glazed over and his breathing became ragged. Trowa moved to Quatre's erection, licking the glittering tip and positioned his mouth right over the top. “Wearing your apron and nothing else. The bottom of the apron brushing the top of his strong golden thighs.” Quatre muffled his scream as he erupted; emptying himself into Trowa's waiting mouth.

“Trowa,” Quatre gasped, “we need to get Wufei to join us soon. I don't know how much more of this I can handle.”

“Don't worry Quatre, he's not going anywhere.” Trowa reassured him, staggering to his feet.

As the two locked their office, Trowa's mind wandered back to Wufei. Without his knowledge, Wufei played a major part in their love life almost as long as they had been together. They had spent the time since then trying to incorporate Wufei into their lives one step at a time. They knew they had to take it slow; they weren't about to risk losing what part of him they already had. Heel they weren't even sure yet that Wufei was gay. They knew he had been married before but that had been an arranged marriage. It wasn't his choice, although that didn't mean he was against it either. He hadn't dated anyone since they've known him and he had agreed to move in with them. Trowa had trouble calming Quatre down for weeks after that. He had been half-afraid they had scared him off when they moved everything of his that same day he accepted but he just gave them a weird look before arranging his possessions in his room. He probably just figured they wanted to get it over with when his apartment lease disappeared the same day he said yes. Both were lost in their thoughts as Trowa drove them home.

“Trowa,” Quatre asked, hesitation creeping into his voice. “Do you recall that memo we received this morning, about partners?”

“Yes.”

“Do you suppose maybe Une will finally authorize our request and make Wufei our official partner?”

“I don't know Quatre,” Trowa answered glancing over. “We can always remind her again tomorrow.”

Moments later they arrived home and followed their noses to the kitchen to see Wufei bent over poking something in the oven. Quatre grabbed Trowa as he lunged forward, his hands cupped. He pulled him back with a quick shake of his head. Sure he wanted to tell Wufei how they felt but somehow he didn't think that that was they way to do it.

“Good evening Wufei, what smells so good?”

“Good evening Quatre, Trowa. Its beef stir-fry and,” he stood up, withdraw ling his hand from the oven, “baked bread.”

“Umm Wufei that sounds delicious.” Trowa said stepping forward to snatch a taste. Wufei blocked Trowa's reach with his body hiding the shudder that coursed through him at the touch.

“Go get ready for dinner first Trowa,” Wufei swallowed, well most of that made it out in a steady tone. Quatre grinned; he didn't miss the slight stutter in Wufei's voice. Finally, a little proof that their feelings might be reciprocated. As the two disappeared down the hall to wash up, Wufei collapsed against the counter. He needed to control himself better around those two or they would kick him out. After all, no one wanted a person lusting after them and their lover around. He brought himself under control and set the table as the other two made their way back in. Talk around the table soon centered on the upcoming training camp that the Preventer Agents needed to go through. Agents were sent off in pairs of two for a week, to strengthen their skills and work on their personal team work. Last year Wufei had gone with Sally Po, but now that she worked strictly as a Doctor it wasn't necessary for her to go anymore. However there were multiple agents without partners this year, so chances were Wufei would get one of them. Yet they were both uncomfortable with Wufei working with someone else.

Since Wufei made dinner, Trowa handled the clean up. He listened to the gentle banter between the other two as they sat finishing up their drinks. Far too soon however dishes were done and Wufei disappeared down the hall. Quatre's chest-fallen expression tugged Trowa's heart strings. “Cheer up lover, it won't be long.” Quatre gave him a small smile.

“Yes,” Quatre thought, “it won't be much longer.” He reached out and flipped the lights off. “At least it better not fucking be!”