Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Forged Together ❯ chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

A/N- when I first send this chapter to Stray (who is my beta), she blasted me for going for the stereotype Duo of fanfiction a.k.a the virgin / slut. I did drop a couple of hints on the way so some of you must have spotted them. I was fully aware of it when I wrote him as such but damn, I wish I'd thought of this idea first and not someone else. Seriously, I need him to act this way for the plot to advance so apologies in advance. Not one of my favorite chapters but hope you enjoy.

 

Thank you for the revives, ppl. I am posting fast coz of the encouragement you keep on giving me.

 

Chapter 11

 

Duo was actually in a good mood by the time the day had wound down to a halt and they were checking their mail before they all retired to bed. He and Wufei had been `together' for about a week and the other boy was recovering nicely. He could see him on the training mat, stretching carefully, going through a few exercises used to keep the body flexible. They had not spent much time together and as far as the others were concerned there was no change in their behavior. Then again, Quatre and Trowa were going to pains to avoid each other and Heero would not have cared if they were running around naked with ostrich feathers up their butts as long as they completed their missions.

 

He and Wufei usually spend some time in the rec room, sharing the bed(for lying down, nothing else) and kissing. Duo also knew that very soon Wufei would be hundred percent cured and then would want to take it a step further. As much as he enjoyed the thought of sex…

 

“Hey, look,” said Quatre as he worked his way down the letter he was reading on his laptop. “One of my sisters is going to get married.”

 

“One of your chosen three?” Duo asked as he snapped back to present time. He looked at Wufei who had stopped his exercising for the day and was wiping off sweat with a small towel. Heero was tapping away at his own laptop, his face a mask of disdain, and Trowa was reading some book in the corner. They might not really say anything to each other but Duo had noticed that they always found ways to be in the same room whenever possible.

 

“No,” said Quatre. “They'll be coming to Earth soon, so let me know when you're ready to go. It'll be for about three days; we'll be back in no time so you don't have worry about missing out on any of the missions,” he added, seeing Duo's displeased look.

 

“Give me notice in advance,” Duo said as his muscles stiffened again in anticipation Wufei walked towards him. He wondered if this was where Wufei would touch him or at least give an indication that he was `with' Duo, but so far the 05 pilot had kept his distance when the two of them were together in a group.

 

“Duo,” said Wufei politely. “Barton tells me that my stitches are ready to come out. I should be all right now so…”

 

`He wants to have sex with me,' Duo thought in panic. `I knew it; he's going to say it now.'

 

“…I'm fully able to pilot a gundam and take up a mission should you and Winner want to go somewhere.” Now he'd heard it all.

 

Duo wasn't sure if he was going to cry in disappointment or in relief.

 

“Since when did Duo become Duo and I remain Winner in your books?” Quatre asked. “And no Wufei, the reason we were not leaving is not because we thought you couldn't take care of yourself, but because we'd feel better knowing you are not alone. Admit it, those two wouldn't keep you company like we do. And since none of us have a lot to do it's nice to be at home base.”

 

“So, wedding?” Duo asked, before Quatre wanted to know why Wufei referred to him and only him by first name.

 

“It's not going to be anytime soon,” Quatre said with a smile. “You have no idea the amount of details that go into it. The bride's dress to order, the flower arrangements, all that food and things to be shipped from Earth.” He mock-shuddered and then laughed. “I've only lived through about two and let me tell you, it took us over six months to arrange each of those.”

 

“Sounds like a lot of bother for something simple,” Heero said suddenly, making it evident he had been listening to the conversation.

 

“Yeah, but in their opinion they only get married once so why stint on it?” Quatre said. “Plus, it gives my sisters chance to show off their dresses and shoes to all the others.”

 

“There I was thinking all it took was a priest,” said Duo. “Not that you get your marriages blessed by a priest, right?”

 

“Depends on whom she's marrying. We don't always marry into the same religion and all that. There are different customs on colonies but the food remains the same,” Quatre said with a shrug. “Nothing here about it.” He pointed at the screen. “…but I'll have the Maganacs run a background check on the guy as soon as possible.”

 

“It's nice to hear you're leaving nothing to chance,” said Duo, feeling a little odd at hearing his friend so causally mention that he was going to run a background check on his sister's fiancé . “So what do you think of weddings, Wu?”

 

“Haven't been to one since mine,” Wufei said, distractedly. “That didn't turn out too well.”

 

There was a silence as all the pilots froze, including Heero and Duo stopped breathing. “You have a wife!” Duo exclaimed. “WIFE…where is she?”

 

“She died when OZ attacked my colony,” Wufei said shortly as the rest of the group continued to stare at him. Realizing that he'd dropped a hint about his past, which was far too revealing, he picked up his towel and walked out abruptly. “I'm going to catch up on my reading,” he said as he went around the corner.

 

“No wonder he's so moody,” said Quatre. “He must have loved her very much.”

 

“Wonder why he married her when he's so young,” Duo speculated. “Do you think she was pregnant or something and he had to marry her?”

 

“He probably had his reasons,” Trowa said softly. “Better leave him to it.”

 

“Wonder what her name was,” Duo said, feeling a jealous of Wufei's long dead lover. How do you fight a ghost?

 

“If he wants you to know, he'll tell you,” Heero said smartly, snapping shut his laptop. “I'm going to go over Wing again.”

 

“I'll come with you,” said Trowa, standing up, making Quatre stiffen.

 

The two pilots left, leaving the other two battling their inner feelings in the silence.

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

 

When Duo walked into the rec room, which was now officially Wufei's room, the dark haired boy was sitting on the bed, one leg folded under him, the other bent at the knee, leaning against a propped up pillow, reading a book. He had taken a shower and dressed in his white pants and black tank top, before retiring with a book. His hair was wet, plastered down his neck, framing his face adorably. His small reading glasses were resting on his nose, making him look thirteen. Duo approached the bed slowly and stood admiring for a few seconds before finally sinking into a corner.

 

“Hey, Wu,” he said softly.

 

Wufei did not bother replying, just moved aside, making room for an additional person beside him.

 

Duo hesitated, then got up again before going to the door and locking it. Wufei looked up at the sound of the blot slamming into place and Duo shrugged. “Heero and Trowa went to the hangar and Quatre decided to get some sleep. I just don't want anyone walking in on us,” he explained.

 

“Won't they wonder why we have the door locked?” Wufei asked, looking at Duo from over the rim of his glasses. They did lock the door occasionally when they needed to fool around but never when the other pilots were awake. Even though Quatre, Trowa and Heero had retired upstairs there was still the risk of one of them deciding to check the locks before going to bed.

 

In reply, Duo went to the window in the room and pushed it open. A small, neglected garden could be seen beyond the. “I'll just jump out of here,” he said. “You explain to them why you wanted to lock your door. Though around here everyone locks their doors. And I think Heero makes his bed to look as if someone's sleeping in it and sleeps elsewhere.”

 

“How would you know?” Wufei asked, looking amused.

 

“I ran into him when he was sleeping in the kitchen the two days back - when I went to get a night time snack,” Duo explained. He toed off his shoes and climbed on the bed, careful not to shake it too much, a habit left over from the past week when even the smallest of movements could jar Wufei's back, then settled against Wufei's chest as he continued to read.

 

For a while the only sound in the room was the sound of pages turning and the soft sighs as Duo breathed. Most people who had seen Duo move, imagined him to be hyperactive to the point that remaining still for longer than ten minutes would kill him. What they did not take into account was that he was the best thief they had, and to be a successful a thief, you had to be patient. Still, it did not stop him from sliding down until his head was level with Wufei's chest and toying with the black tank top.

 

The open sides gave him access to the golden colored skin, marred with scars -but they were all scared in one way or another so Duo did not mind it. He began to trace a single silver scar, which started somewhere near Wufei's armpit and snaked down towards the chest, to finally become concealed by the black clothe. Duo leaned forward and licked the corner of the scar which he had traced up to the point where it was hidden, nodded and leaned back. Wufei calmly turned a page and shifted a little, so his legs would not fall asleep.

 

Emboldened, Duo pushed the annoying top aside but it kept on snapping back to place, which forced him to pull out a small blade from his hair and commenced to slice it away. Duo did not believe in wasting clothes since he came from a background where what you wore was all you got. However, he was going to seduce Wufei which was something he had never tried before, and therefore doing things out of character was probably acceptable. Wufei stilled at the new turn of events, then seemed to take it in stride, letting Duo cut off his top. Now Duo could see where the scar had run to; right down the middle. Wufei was almost hairless and all muscles, and Duo watched the golden skin twitch as he fingered it delicately. (Surprise, surprise, Quatre was the only pilot to show a hint of chest hair and his natural blond coloring made it less obvious.)

 

Satisfied with Wufei's reaction to his action, Duo swooped down and claimed the other boy's nipple in his mouth. Wufei jerked, his book jumping up before he could calm himself. Smirking, now that he was on the correct path, Duo attacked his boyfriend with renewed enthusiasm, leaned over for the other nipple which was already stiffening to a tiny, chocolate brown point.

 

He continued his oral ministrations, nipping lightly before following it with a small kiss then moving on, never lingering in one place for long. Wufei stopped reading his book as his hands fell to the side. One hand clutched the bed sheet while the other he brought up to pat Duo on the back. “What are you doing?” he gasped.

 

“Getting your attention,” Duo replied, looking up with a smirk.

 

“You got it,” Wufei said, with one of his rare smiles. He put the book side, marking his place carefully with a bookmark and pulled Duo up to him. He placed a hand on either side of his face and kissed him soundly. Their positions allowed for a closer physical contact, so it was natural when Wufei pulled Duo up until he was lying on Wufei's chest.

 

“Does that mean I'm on top,” Duo teased lightly, letting Wufei feel his erection. He could feel Wufei's own erection pressing into his thigh through the thin cotton pants and his jeans, and excitement raced through him. He paused for a moment and decided that he felt great. He could do this. Wufei was not going to be thinking about his dead wife, ever, once he was finished.

 

“I'll show you who's on top,” growled Wufei, rolling over, taking Duo with him, and the Deathscythe pilot complied willingly. This was not a show of strength -- and anyway, who could beat Wufei in hand to hand combat? They continued to kiss until they were panting for breath. Then Wufei started to undo the top button of Duo's shirt, something he hadn't done before and Duo joined in enthusiastically. He pulled off his shirt and threw it aside, forgetting his earlier comment about making a quick get away should anyone come into the room. He didn't even know where his shirt had landed and suddenly his jeans were sliding down his legs. He even helped Wufei with the unyielding denim (if he'd known it was that difficult to take it off in a hurry, he'd have stuck to his black sweats) pushing them out of the way and then…

 

…he felt Wufei's erection near his stomach and…

 

…Wufei reached for the waistband of his underwear…

 

…and he was back in the streets trying to fight the older man off him. The man who was stronger than him, faster, and bigger. The man who was going to tear his clothes off and hurt him so much he was going to bleed for weeks and ….He tried to force himself to relax and fall into the mood. But Wufei was inexperienced and was unaware that his partner wasn't as responsive as he was before. Driven by his own need, Wufei only made the situation worse, slipping hand in through Duo's waist band and squeezing his butt…

 

He lashed out, screaming, scratching, all his formal training forgotten, back to being a street rat corner by foes stronger than him. He could hear someone shouting at him in the background but all he could do was swear in broken standard and pre-colonial English, “don't touch me” and “stay away from me” with a smattering of “please, don't hurt me” as he fought free of his would be assailant and dived into a safe, dark, corner.

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

When Duo opened his eyes he discovered, much to his dismay, that he was crouching in the corner of the room in his underwear, whimpering under his breath. His face was tear-stained and his hands hurt from hitting something hard. Crouched in front of him, looking concerned, dressed in a pair of white cotton pants was Wufei. Duo could see a bruise forming in his left cheek and his lower lip was split. He had to swallow twice before he could force himself to speak. “Wu, I'm sorry man…”

 

“Are you alright?” Wufei asked in low voice, speaking as he was dealing with a five year old or a mentally challenged idiot. `I might as well be,' Duo thought as he grimaced at what must have happened. He'd attacked Wufei and fled to a corner of the room to hide as if… as if his boyfriend had tried to rape him. And he'd been the one who'd initiated everything it in the first place.

 

“I'm fine,” Duo said, dismay evident in his voice. “I'm so …so totally sorry about all this and…”

 

“Maybe you should sit for a little while and I'll call someone,” Wufei said reaching for him carefully. He held out his left hand, palm up, fingers spread and Duo wondered just how badly he had been behaving.

 

“No, no one,” Duo said hastily, not wanting anyone else to see his humiliation. “How…how long was I…” `catatonic'

 

“A couple of minutes,” Wufei said in his `for-idiots' voice. “You were shouting a bit and thrashing around but…”

 

“Shouting,” said Duo latching on to the word. “How bad? Was I screaming or something?”

 

“Not that bad,” Wufei said. “No one upstairs could have heard you and…”

 

“Oh my God,” said Duo, jumping to his feet. “Wufei, find me my jeans. Unlock the door now.”

 

“You're free to leave,” Wufei said, mistaking his hurry. “I have no intention of forcing you against your will, Maxwell.”

 

“No,” said Duo, trying to explain it all at once while pull up his jeans, which had gotten turned inside out in their hurry to undress. “You don't understand, just open the door before he breaks it down.”

 

“Who are you talking about?” Wufei asked as he handed Duo his shirt, still keeping his distance. He pushed the bolt open, more it seemed, as a way of reassuring Duo than anything else.

 

“Heero,” said Duo in a semi-loud whisper. “He must have heard me shouting.”

 

“What does that…” said Wufei, freezing when the room door swung open and pilot 01 walked in. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue shorts and a white shirt, and Duo wondered if he ever slept. There was no way Heero could look that fresh if he'd woken up just then.

 

“I heard something,” Heero said flatly. “Is there a problem?”

 

“Sorry to wake you up,” Duo said with a cheeky grin, his mask on. “Just… rough housing a bit.”

 

“Are you injured?” Heero asked as he stepped further into the room. He took in Wufei, bare to his waist, bruises starting to show and moved forward. Before Wufei could react Heero had gotten hold of his lower jaw in one hand, in an iron grip then rotated his face from side to side as he checked for damage. With his free hand, Heero probed the split lip and the cheekbone then Wufei's back and finally his strained knee, which they had all but forgotten about.

 

“Hn.” Satisfied that Wufei's injuries were not life threatening, Heero transferred his attention to Duo, checking his pupils and the tracks of dried tears with interest. When he was sure that both pilots were in a condition to take out fifty Leos using their gundams, he nodded and moved away. He never asked why Duo was in Wufei's room instead of his or in the training area, and he most certainly did not ask why Duo was standing there in a pair of jeans, zipped up but not buttoned, and a shirt buttoned up wrong.

 

As abruptly as he'd arrived, Heero turned his back to them and moved out, leaving them alone.

 

“What was that about?” Wufei asked the moment their fellow pilot had moved out.

 

“You mean you haven't noticed?” said Duo as he buttoned up the jeans. “Since we are getting fewer and fewer missions he's given himself a mission, which seems to be to make sure we are all in working order.”

 

“I must have missed it,” said Wufei, looking a little lost.

 

“Well, he stayed up with you the night you were first brought back and he was the one who undressed you,” Duo said. “I think in his own way, he worries about everyone.”

 

“You seem to understand Yuy better than any of us,” Wufei said dryly. “Far more than I seem to understand you.”

 

Duo winced at the blow and tried to look sure of himself. “I'm sorry about it man, it's just that I've got a few bad memoirs under my belt… literally and…”

 

“Were you raped?” Wufei asked in his no-nonsense fashion.

 

“Yes.” When faced with a direct question, Duo couldn't lie. “It was long time back on L2 when I was on the street after the Church blew up but…”

 

“I thought you worked as a prostitute,” Wufei said, with his characteristic lack of social skills. “I was under the impression you were used to sex with other men.”

 

Duo cringed under the words. Was that why Wufei had agreed to be with him? Because he had been a street walker and he was used to sex? Did Wufei want to have sex with him and what would he do now that he found out Duo wasn't able to deliver what he'd promised?

 

“I…no,” he said. “I mean…I couldn't bring myself to take it in the arse but I did manage to pick their pockets while giving them blow jobs.” He moved toward Wufei, trying to swing his hips seductively, knowing he was going to fail miserably but still trying. “It's just something I'll get over. Give me time, man, and in a few days we'll be all over each other.” He reached Wufei and kept a hand on his chest, feeling the flow of smooth muscles and Wufei stepped back, hands held up, palms open, over his head.

 

“I don't think it's a good idea Max…Duo,” he said. Duo heard the slip up with his name and panicked. Did that mean Wufei was loosing interest in him already?

 

“It's still me,” Duo said slowly.

 

“I don't think you are dealing with this correctly,” Wufei said firmly.

 

“Sex isn't everything,” Duo tried again. “I give a mean blow job. I had people from all over the place… you don't want to hear that and I haven't done that since I joined the Sweepers but still… like I said.”

 

“Maybe you should go to your room,” Wufei said, coldly as he moved back again.

 

“But…” Duo could feel his heart hammering. His very first relationship and it was over before he could begin. “Don't…chase me away,” he said, letting his hands fall.

 

“I'm not chasing you away,” Wufei said faintly. “I think you need a little time away from me to…”

 

“Let me sleep with you,” Duo argued. “Just next to you in the bed, please.”

 

Wufei stared at him for a little longer and then nodded. “Fine,” he said abruptly, turning away completely and making the bed.

 

They had never spent the night in another person's bed and though Wufei had fallen asleep with Duo in bed several times when he was under medication they had never woken up together.

 

`No worries about waking up together,' Duo thought sourly. `It's not like we're going to fall asleep tonight.'

 

Wufei was a stiff body next to him, wide awake and breathing carefully. What kept Duo awake was not the fear that Wufei would force himself on Duo during the night; it was just the opposite - that Wufei would never touch him after that.

 

After three hours of looking at the light from the window making the shadows moving on the wall, Duo spoke softly. “Wu, what was your wife's name?”

 

Wufei said one word softly, making his heart freeze. “Nataku.”

 

Duo did not know how the rest of the night was spent. He was churning with emotions and did not know how to react. Wufei's wife was a fifty foot gundam with which he fought for justice and truth. How was he, a mere street rat, going to compete with it? If he could have cried, he would have.

 

A/N- I do churn out these chapter pretty fast so if you spot any mistakes point them out, pleases. Neither Stray nor I are native English speakers so we do miss certain things.