Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fly Away Hearts ❯ I'm Not In Love ( Chapter 19 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Title: Fly Away Hearts
Genre: Sap, Romance, slight angst
Pairing: 5x13 (centered), 1x2, 3x4, 5+2+3+4+1 (friendship, nothing more)
Summary: Wufei is fed up with love. All of his relationships ended with him being hurt. Just when he bands love for good, a handsome man steals his heart against his will. Will Wufei give love another chance? Or will he let this one go?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, any lyrics that will appear in these chaps, or Spongebob
 
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Chapter: I'm Not In Love

Sleep didn't come easy that night. He could still feel and smell the man's presence on and around him. It took all his will power not to go ask Duo for his number and call him just to hear his voice.

Wufei lay on his bed staring at the ceiling but not quite seeing it. He was just about to doze off when he heard a knock at the door. Muttering a curse, he made his way to the door. What he saw was a complete surprise.

Trieze stood in the doorway smiling down at him. The young china man meant to ask what the other man was doing at his apartment but the question was killed before it even formed in his throat. The taller man's lips were over his and his tongue was practically down his throat.

He moaned into the man's mouth and let himself be pushed into his living room. The back of his legs hit something soft and he let himself fall onto it.

The two men lay sprawled on his coach in a tangle of limbs. Trieze's hands were all over his body and his strong body was between his legs pressing into him. Wufei arched into the man's chest and rubbed their arousals together. He moaned again and opened his mouth to say something.

Trieze silenced him with his mouth and kissed him senseless. When they broke Trieze opened his mouth to talk.

"Slut." The husky voice said. Wufei's passion was instantly replaced by fear. That was not Trieze's voice. It was...."Do you think that I'd let a good fuck like you go?." Kodairo.

He struggled against the hands ripping away at his clothes but all his strength had abandoned him. He lay helplessly at the man stripped him and ravished his body with rough calloused hands with a feral grin planted on his face.

"No." He rasped. "No. No. NOOOOOO!!"

****
Wufei sat up in his bed in the same position he had assumed when his guests left. He was curled up on the end of his green couch still in his shopping clothes. His obsidian (1) eyes stared off in the darkness as tears ran shamelessly down his cheeks.
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Daylight couldn't have come fast enough. He didn't want to be alone even in his own apartment. He cursed himself for being so weak and childish, but it didn't deter him from wanting the company of the only man he learned to trust. Duo.

He dressed in a semi-casual white no sleeve, button-down, collared shirt and a pair of tight black dress pants. He waited outside his friend's apartment doors and listened for the sounds of him getting up.

Sure enough, he heard Duo's alarm clock go off followed by a stream of profanities. He smiled at the fact that the braided man had picked up on some Japanese along with Chinese expressions.

Soft footsteps padded to Duo's bathroom and he took his cue to enter. The extra key was under the 'nice underwear' doormat.
**
He quietly let himself in and sat on one of the black leather chairs in the living room. The television was turned to what looked like a movie in the form of a play.

A large elderly woman was talking to her grandchild's fiancée. "You got you a yella man. Where you get a yella man this time of yea?"

"Madea!"

The woman ignored the equally grey woman beside her and went on to talk to the clean cut man. "You from Puerto riffa?"

"What." The man's black eyebrows rose to his hairline at the question.

"Puerta riffa. A little island somewhere in the ocean. Oh, you don't speak English? OceAno....rrrrrorororororo....row ya boat gently down the stream. Mishubishi? Taco bell? T-tac-taco bell?"

"Oh Puerto Rican? No, actually, I'm part Indian."

"Aa. Me too." (2)

Wufei smiled at the movie. It seemed like something Duo would watch. He continued to watch the movie half listening to the soft rustling of clothes coming from the other man's bedroom.

"Oh, hey, Wuffers." Duo brushed an invisible wrinkle out of his work shirt and sat by his friend. They had at least half an hour until they need to go to work. He chuckled at 'Madea' as she yelled at 'Vickey' to get in the house.

"Do you always watch such crazy things, Duo?" Wufei's voice was on the verge of a laugh as he turned to regard his companion. All of his apprehension was gone with the wind. He felt good.

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Duo had a weird since of deja vu. He was bored again and had a ton of reports to type. He side and half heartedly began to type with one hand while the other played with the end of his braid.

A IM box popped onto his screen leaving him looking at it stupidly.

PerfectSoldier: hurry up and finish your work.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: Who?

Perfect Soldier: Baka

Duo grinned at the screen. There was only one person he could think of. He played with his computer for a minute then typed his reply.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: HEEEEE-CHAN

From his own cubicle, Heero sweatdropped as the same message repeat
ed again and again and again in various colors and sizes. When they finally stopped, he typed his own reply.

PerfectSoldier: Omae o korosu

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: Love you too Hee-chan. When'd you start working here?

PerfectSoldier: We were just transferred here about two days ago.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: WE?

PerfectSoldier: Trieze and I.

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Wufei typed furiously at the keyboard. It wasn't his normal way of relieving his stress, but it would have to do. He was halfway through his last report for the day when two message boxes showed on his screen. He glared at each of them one at a time before reading.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: Hey Wu! Guess what!

PlayboyBunny: Hello, dragon.

(A/N: this part is going to get confusing if you don't pay attention.
replies for Duo will be underlined while replies for PlayboyBunny will be left alone.)

Nataku'sdragon: Duo you now not to IM me during work hours.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: Yeah and your point?

Nataku: I am afraid I do not know who you are.

PlayboyBunny: I'm sure you can figure it out if you try. ;-p

Nataku'sdragon:
Baka.

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: What's taking you so long in responding? Whatcha doin?

Nataku'sdragon: Someone by the sn of PlayboyBunny has sent me an IM as well. Duo you know who it is?

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: You're very popular, ne?

Nataku'sdragon: Hn.

PlayboyBunny: Are you still there?

Nataku'sdragon: Hai. I still don't know who you are though.

PlayboyBunny: How could you forget me so quickly, Dragon.

For some reason 'PlayboyBunny' seemed familiar. The only one to call him 'dragon' was...

Nataku'sdragon: Trieze?

PlayboyBunny: Knew you'd guess sooner or later.

Nataku'sdragon: Why is Trieze IMing me?

Shinigamisexgodextraordinare: Oh that's what I meant to tell you. He and Heero were transferred here a while ago.

Wufei's world spun for a minute before the words sunk in. Trieze was working in the same building as him? His heart rate climbed and he felt a flutter in his gut. He licked his suddenly dry lips and tried to swallow.

Memories of the dream that night before it went wrong came back in full force. Part of him was hoping that it would come true. He finally realized that he was disappointed that the dream didn't go further. He blushed furiously and told each of his co-workers that they'd have to talk during the lunch break for he could finish his work.

Minutes after, his fingers began to itch. He wanted to IM Trieze, but his pride wouldn't let him. He had work to finish after all. Besides, it wasn't like he was some love sick pup.

//Stop kidding yourself// His conscience scowled. //You're head over heals and you know it.//

He shook his head stubbornly against the voice. He was not in love. Love had kick
ed him to the curb long ago and he refused to go crawling back.

He was *not* in love.
 
TBC…….

A/N: ooooohhh, this is long. Well how'd you like. The idea came to me while I was about to go to sleep but couldn't. I was sorta high off caffeine at the time. Review and let me know what you think, k?