Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Forged Together ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

A/N-firstly, sorry for not putting up the `mention of past rape' notice in chapter 11. I seem to have spoiled the story for dd. Well, at least you seemed to have enjoyed yourself up to chapter 10, so better luck next time. I was under the assumption the hints I'd dropped, alone with the rating was enough to ppl to realize this was not a fluffy fic. The warnings are up. This is the chapter that is the turning point in the fic. I liked it. Stray liked it. Just don't kill me for this. Another a/n at the bottom you can skip or read.

I was going to hold this chapter back for a while but oh well…

 

Chapter 13

 

The day Duo and Quatre left, turned out to be a bit of a mess, when at breakfast, the perimeter sensors detected an unknown vehicle.

 

“Perimeter sensors!” said Quatre. “Who set those up?”

 

“Yuy most likely,” said Wufei, picking up a kitchen knife as he stood up and made his way to the front.

 

It turned out to be a false alarm in the form of Sally Po who had been invited by...

 

“You gave out the location of our base,” demanded Heero, looking as if he was about to shoot Trowa on the spot. Quatre hurriedly stepped between the two, diffusing the tension.

“Miss Po,” he said, remembering his manners. “We were just having breakfast. Would you like to join us?”

 

“No, thanks,” she said warmly. “But I won't say no to a cup of coffee.” Quatre made a face while Duo whooped.

 

“Sally, nice to see you,” Duo greeted the woman with an affectionate hug and kiss, which didn't surprise them as much as it should have. They had been close since the Peacemillion. “Yes, finally someone who appreciates a good cup of coffee. Everyone here drinks tea,” he told her in a loud whisper; Sally looked amused.

 

“Wufei,” she said, as she stepped around Heero who was doing an excellent imitation of a concrete pillar. “How are you?” and gave him a hug.

 

Everyone stared, including Trowa, who snickered loudly at the look of horror on Wufei's face. The Chinese boy had the look of someone who'd swallowed raw squid, only find its tentacles wriggling in his mouth, but he didn't push her away. “Shouldn't you be in bed?” she added stepping away. “As a doctor I'm horrified to see you out of it and on your feet but as someone who knows you Gundam pilots, I expected this.”

 

“I'm fine,” he snapped.

 

“I can see,” she said. “But I want to remove those stitches personally.” Wufei continued to scowl, his arms crossed, until Sally changed the subject by pulling out a long package. “I brought this along, just incase you might be interested,” she said. “It's something I picked up in the black market but totally useless for my own needs.”

 

Heero reached for it before any of them could, unwrapping it quickly. “It's a modified sniper gun,” he said when the pale form was revealed.

 

“What's with the funky color?” Duo inquired reaching for it. When his hand closed over it, he frowned “and this isn't metal.”

 

“It's a form of porcelain-carbon based heat resistant, almost no metal in it for a weapon, which means it can pass through most detectors… good for assassinations,” Sally supplied.

 

Both Trowa and Heero reached for it at the same time but Quatre, who had been closer plucked it out of Duo's hand and broke it open, peering in to the chambers. “What sort of bullets does this use?” he asked thoughtfully. “Looks too narrow for the conventional bullet and the inner lining is odd.”

 

“It's for the heat it generates,” Sally said helpfully. “I think the bullets are hard to come by and pack quite a punch. Almost like a laser blaster, drills through the nearest surface.

 

“What are you doing with it?” he asked, curious.

 

“I thought it too valuable to destroy but where I am, I don't need accuracy, I need big guns,” she explained.

 

“Don't tell me you've come to burrow a gundam,” Duo said semi-playfully.

 

“Only if it's a last option and that's not just now,” Sally said her voice firm. “I've come to see how Wufei is because he's the one who risked his life for me.”

 

“Stupid woman,” Wufei said dutifully and everyone, including Heero snickered.

 

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Duo had been gone for two hours with Quatre and the silence was already deafening. Wufei moved around, tiding his room, but there wasn't much to do. Gundam pilots were neat by nature and by training, and they had very few possessions to deal with in the first place. Wufei found a rather old t-shirt of Duo's under his bed which he added to the laundry, then proceeded to load the automatic machine, which had magically appeared once they'd all started living together.

 

At first, he had suspected it belonged to Quatre, but after the blond boy had admitted ignorance of anything related to laundry -- automatic or otherwise -- he'd revised that assumption. The thing was, Wufei knew he had not purchased it and Duo did not waste money on things like laundry. That left Heero and Trowa, which was equally disturbing.

 

Wufei walked around, collecting as much laundry and possible to fill up a load, then remembered that there had been some leftover jackets from the last mission in Altron's storage space. He walked slowly down the walkway to the underground hangar in favor of the elevator. He needed the exercise, however minimal, and since his back was still tender, he couldn't do anything really straining. He'd worked on his leg muscles and a few stretching exercises a fifty year old could have done but he knew better than to push himself before he was fully healed.

 

Once the laundry was done, he could work on his meditation, though nowadays sitting cross-legged pulled his lower back, which in turn made it difficult for him to concentrate. Perhaps if he found a more comfortable position, flat on his back perhaps or…

 

Wufei stopped hard to avoid running into Trowa who was also walking up the ramp. They stopped, looked at each other. Trowa opened his mouth as if to say something then he shrugged and looked down instead.

 

“Barton.” Wufei was the first to speak. Trowa paused, opened his mouth again as if to talk, then shrugged and brushed past him, his shoulders hunched. Somehow, Wufei did not think it was good sign. Walking to the hangar, he noted that Trowa had left in a hurry. The hatch to Heavyarms was closed but not locked. It was not a major error but Wufei knew enough to spot it. And one of Heavyarms' chest-cannons was deployed. Whatever it had been, Trowa had left in haste and Wufei did not think it was for a toilet break. To his right, the eyes of Wing glowed green, signaling that someone was working on it and Wufei did not have to guess twice. He mentally slapped himself for being overly curious -- a woman's trait he could do without -- and went to get his spare kit out of Altron.

 

By afternoon, Wufei came to the realization that something was wrong. He cooked for three… well warmed up tinned food for three and ate for two and threw away the remains. With his inactivity and his eating binges he was going to put on more weight than it was good for him. By five, he fiddled with the vid-screen, thought of calling Duo and finally jumped when the central communication lit up. It meant one thing: a mission.

 

The other two pilots also appeared from no where and Wufei scowled at them. At least he had bothered to cook for them and do the laundry. Who was he, the woman of the group? Still, a mission should keep them busy, he thought as he switched it on and saw the last person he wanted to see. It was Lady Une.

 

“I've got a favor to ask from Officer Barton,” she said with a faint smile, stressing the Officer to show that she was joking. Wufei was amused to see that she was wearing pink lip gloss. The relationship between women and the color pink was starting to scare him.

 

“What is it?” Trowa asked and Wufei frowned. He was sure there was an edge of eagerness in his voice.

 

“Nothing big,” she confessed. “A minor fraction of the White Fang that had been hiding on a small asteroid had surrendered. I thought of sending a fleet of Mobile Suits to escort them back, then remembered that a gundam would make a more lasting impression. That way, if it's a trap we'll be prepared and…”

 

“I'll do it,” Trowa interrupted before she could continue. “Send me the mission details.”

 

“When can you leave?” Lady Une asked, sounding pleased but also slightly puzzled.

 

“Now,” said Trowa abruptly before switching off the screen.

 

Wufei watched the acrobat's back as he moved away, the frown still marring his brow. Something was off. When he turned around to ask Heero the other pilot was no where to be seen.

 

By late afternoon, the laundry was done and Trowa had been gone for three hours. Wufei heated up two tins of soup, ironed and folded his clothes, then decided to put his spare kit in Altron. There was no way of predicting when you'd be called for a mission, even though it was getting less and less frequent. In a way, it made Wufei wary since he had no idea what to do when the war was really over. He had no colony to return to, no family and no roots. He had his colony's wealth but nothing to spend it on. His needs were few and inexpensive, and in a way, only the thought of having Duo stopped him from thinking too hard. Yet, things between him and Duo were at a stage where he didn't even want to think about it. He knew Duo would keep him busy and maybe, just maybe, having someone you can buy something for was not that bad.

 

Still, as he stowed his kit, he noted that the hangar lights were on and someone was still working on the Gundams. That someone most likely being brown haired and blue eyed. Still, it didn't stop him from being surprised when he saw that it was Sandrock which was being serviced, not Wing.

 

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Wufei sat up in bed, alert, reaching for his sword before he was fully aware. He swung off the bed and prowled towards the sound he'd heard, his bare feet quiet on the carpeted floor. The noise which had awoken him had come from inside and he knew it had to be Heero. Yet, it never hurt to be sure.

 

He walked to the living room, his guard up, and stopped as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Heero was by the open door, silhouetted by the flood lights outside, his back turned to the room. Wufei reached the main light switch in two steps and snapped it on, closing his eyes to prevent being blinded. When he opened his eyes, Heero had spun around, gun pointed at Wufei.

 

“It's you,” he said as he pointed it towards the ground.

 

“Going somewhere, Yuy?” Wufei inquired taking in everything. Unlike his usual shorts and tank top, Heero was dressed in denims, which fitted him nicely, almost as if tailored to his measurements, and a short sleeved t-shirt, pale blue with dark blue vertical lines. Slung over one shoulder was a back pack; Heero looked as if he was sneaking out.

 

“I have left instructions,” Heero said, standing still.

 

“Where are you going?” Wufei asked, keeping his sword on a chair and walking forward. “Was there a mission request?”

 

“No,” Heero answered. “But then again, it has been some time since someone has contacted me for a mission.”

 

“That does not explain where you are going,” Wufei said, knowing while Heero might say `some time' he knew exactly how long it had been since a mission had been assigned to them. He wondered why they even bothered to call these little scouting trips and all `missions', but old habits died hard and they just didn't know when to relax.

 

“I'm leaving,” Heero said softly. “I am no longer needed here.”

 

“Leaving?” Wufei in surprise. “As in for good?” He suddenly wished for Quatre who was much better at convincing people to stay.

 

“Yes.” That was very informative.

 

“Why?” Wufei asked.

 

“We no longer need to stay together,” Heero said. “Staying in a group draws too much attention to us and each of you have a place where you fit into. You have Sally, Duo will have the Sweepers, Quatre the Maganacs and Trowa will have Lady Une to assign missions. All those people will need you and will continue to protect you in return for your services. So it's time I moved on.”

 

“Where will you go?” Wufei asked. “Have you left a contact number?”

 

“No,” Heero said briefly. “But I'll contact you if I think you need it.”

 

“What are you going to do?” Wufei asked, puzzled.

 

“What I do best,” Heero said.

 

“Make conversation?” Wufei quipped before he could help it.

 

“Find trouble and deal with it,” Heero said, ignoring the jib. “I think I'll be happier moving around. There are all these things happening out there… but staying here in an old house is cutting us off from the people. We need to move and see if anyone wants our help.”

 

“You're going to provide a social service,” Wufei spat out in surprise. “Yuy, what's gotten into you? You can't even speak to people - how do you think you can help them?”

 

“There's not much use of my continued existence without being of use… being needed for something, or someone. You cease to exist if…”

 

“No one notices you,” Wufei finished the sentence. “Or assigns you missions.” He added as an afterthought. “Yuy, the only reason they are not contacting you is because you are a wildcard. They don't know if they can control you or not. You always do things your own way and for a reason we cannot comprehend. I haven't exactly had people falling all over me, either, Yuy, or have you missed out on that?”

 

“You do not understand what I mean,” Heero said with a shrug. “Don't try to stop me.”

 

“I can't speak for everyone,” Wufei said. “But… why do keep on saying no one needs you. We do need you!”

 

“You have confidence in my ability,” Heero said. “That does not mean the four of you need me. I've reinstalled the Zero system into Sandrock,” Heero replied. “Quatre can handle it better than I can in group battles and he is a better commander. Trowa...” he hesitated slightly. “…does not need me for anything more than a… a… he doesn't need me any more.”

 

“Oh,” said Wufei realizing what had happened. All of them were so used to Heero being stoic and silent that they had mistakenly thought it also meant emotionless. But Trowa had decided he no longer wanted to have sex with Heero on a regular basis because of the joint pressure of Wufei's prodding and Quatre's kicked puppy look; Heero had stopped being `needed' by any of them. “About Trowa,” he said. “Did he turned you down or stop …eh…screwing you?”

 

Heero did not answer, holstering his gun and shrugging.

 

“Yuy,” Wufei tried again. “Heero, people don't stop needing you just because they …they stop having sex with you.” He was handling this very badly but he was the only one present so he couldn't give up without a fight. “Heero, I have no idea where you got the conviction that sex meant being needed. My wife and I were the most ill-suited pair in the entire colony and she never needed me for anything.” But what he was saying was not getting through so he tried again. “Human contact does not mean …oh, hell… where's Duo when you need him?”

 

“With Quatre,” Heero supplied. “Anyway, it's time I left before dawn.”

 

“Stay,” Wufei pressed. “You are the best and we do operate well as a team.”

 

“Hn.”

 

“And … Heero,” Wufei tried one last time. “Just because Trowa does not have sex with you does not mean you have outlived your usefulness with us. It doesn't work that way…you…”at a loss of what to say he leaned forward and caught Heero bicep in a firm grip. He was this close shaking him to see if that would knock some sense into him. “Yuy, physical contact and …” he was not convincing anyone. Somehow Wufei knew that, should Heero walk out the door, they might never see him again. Heero was extremely good at remaining undetected.

 

“We do need you,” he said softly. “When I picked up your buster gun in the final battle, I gave it to you instead of using it myself, because I knew you could shoot down Libra before it reached Earth. When I told the others I gave you your weapon they all withdrew. I believed in you then and …and while Quatre might keep us together, it's you who give us the confidence to keep on fighting.”

 

Finally, he pulled Heero forward and hugged him hard, crushing the unyielding body against his, the way Quatre and Duo seemed to do at unexpected moments. Of course, hugging Heero was like hugging Wing, all planes and angles. “You do whatever you want,” Wufei said in exasperation as he turned around and retrieved his sword. “I'm not…” He stopped, his back to Heero “…going to stop you if you really need to go but it's a group decision. Wait until the five of us are together before you do something drastic.” He went to his room and closed the door firmly behind him.

 

He kept the sword on the ledge over the headboard and lay back, crossing his arms across his chest. He closed his eyes, listening carefully to find out whether Heero was going back in or walking out into the darkness. His eyes started to close slowly, body relaxing as he waited.

 

Like any old, large house, this, too, was full of odd noises, which seemed louder at night; staircases creaked, doors seemed to close, and Duo had once said that if you listened closely enough, you could hear the footsteps of people who lived there long ago. He had been in the house long enough to learn to filter out those noises… when an unexpected sound right next to his ear made him jerk awake. Even as he sat up, Wufei reached for the sword over the headboard (no, he couldn't sleep with it under his pillow); his fingers met air instead.

 

Before he could fall into full defense mode, the intruder spoke.

 

“It's me,” Heero said and switched on the dim table lamp.

 

“Yuy,” said Wufei as he relaxed even as he saw his sword had been kept aside by Heero. “So, you've decided to stay.”

 

“Would you have sex with me?” Heero asked casually, almost conversationally as he placed a tube of something in the side table. Under the weak yellow light, it showed up pale green, with no label.

 

“I don't know how,” Wufei said stunned. “I mean, no!”

 

“I'll tell you how,” Heero said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

 

“Yuy,” said Wufei. “Heero… no, sex isn't going to help us here. You are delusional. Go eat something instead. You missed dinner.”

 

“I hate beans,” Heero said placidly as he started to unbutton his shirt.

 

“I didn't know you had preferences where food was concerned,” Wufei said stupidly as the shirt fell to the floor, revealing a hairless chest, scarred and pitted. One shallow cut, Wufei saw, had almost bisected Heero's left nipple, the sight of which made him… hard.

 

“I have many preferences,” Heero said as he started to undo the top button of his jeans. Wufei could feel his jaw drop as his eyes remained fixed on Heero's chest. So he was fascinated with male chests…as Duo would say, duh. But Heero seemed to misinterpret his stare and stopped the process of unzipping his denim. “Should I put the shirt back on?” he asked.

 

“Uh” Wufei asked, still trying to process the situation. He had never been this slow in a battle either.

 

“Does the sight of my scars disturb you?” Heero asked in a reasonable voice. “I know it isn't a pleasant sight.”

 

“Duo told me my back looks like something left over from a lion's meal,” Wufei offered then snapped his mouth shut. Had he just told Heero he didn't find him unsightly?

 

Heero apparently took it as an agreement since he took off his jeans and put them aside, then climbed onto Wufei's bed, naked. Wufei was still trying to get past the `no underwear' stage of undressing by the time Heero was flat on his back, on the bed. Wufei opened his mouth to tell Heero to get off his bed and get dressed, despite the absurdity of the situation since he hadn't tried to push the dark haired boy out while he was undressing.

 

“Sometimes it's not the words that matter,” Heero said softly, as if reading Wufei's mind. “Actions speak louder than words. We all pay lip service to peace but we never seem to have it. It's an endless battle with pauses in-between so we can reload our weapons. I'm a weapon Wufei but sometimes, even weapons feel or want to feel. And sometimes, the only way to feel is by self-destructing.” He held out his hand, palm up, face calm. “Make me feel, Wufei.”

 

“You are not a weapon,” Wufei tried, though he knew he was going to have sex with Heero after listening to that speech. “And you said it yourself. People out there need us, so no self-destructing.” `And, I'm with Duo and when he finds out about this he's either going to kill me or kill himself.'

 

He could remember the dark purple eyes of Duo, looking at his trustingly and how angry he been when he had mentioned Heero kissing him but now…Wufei briefly shut his eyes and shook his head. Perhaps having sex with Heero could be considered the same as servicing a gundam, a chore that had to be done to keep a machine working smoothly. But he knew he couldn't pass it off as if that was all there was to it. Heero fascinated him and now the offer has been made, he would devote all his attention to it. Wufei had always thought of himself as removed from emotions such as pity and sympathy; things that dragged you down. He also thought himself to be lacking the baser emotions, which drove people to lie and act like animals, such as greed and lust. But seeing Heero lying there like an offering, he knew he wanted the other boy.

 

The intensity of his feelings was shocking. He knew he wanted Duo and always would; the braided boy was warmth and laughter; those feelings would not die. But he wanted Heero as well and, most importantly, Heero was there, naked, accompanied by lube, while Duo was carousing in the desert with his friend.

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He picked up the tube and looked at Heero. “Who's going to do who?”

 

“You can top,” Heero said with a shrug. “It's easier first time around, just as long as I can see you face. Don't ask me to turn over and don't try to close my eyes or anything in that line of suggestions.”

 

“Yuy,” said Wufei as he remembered his and Duo's disastrous attempt, then even further back, his first time with Meiran, which had been almost funny…if it hadn't been for the fact they were both extremely young and she had bled a lot afterwards. “I don't know what to do.” Now he was starting to wish he'd taken up Quatre's offer to watch porn instead of bolting out of the room.

 

“I'll instruct you,” Heero told him, and Wufei felt about as reassured as someone being told to land a gundam on a pin head.

 

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Duo was titling back his chair, curious to see how far he could swing before he either hit the wall or the chair protested. There was no one in the room. Quatre and his sisters having disappeared for a business meeting. He had been invited, but had pleaded out since he found it boring. Who wanted to know what share index fell where and why? On the top of it all, if Jane treated Quatre as if he was ten years old, she treated Duo as if he was five. Iria hadn't even glanced at any of the Magnacs, let alone Rashid, and the third sister had been an unexpected addition. Camilla was older than Jane, married with three kids, of whom she showed 3-D holograms to anyone interested …and to some who were not that interested, in seen them.

 

But he was bored. The meeting was long and the people treated him with awed respect, which made him uneasy. He did not deserve the fawning looks those young girls were giving him and he felt out of place without his friend in tow. So he was back to hiding in his room, wondering what Wufei was up to. When his com-link buzzed, he was on his feet in an instant, hoping for a mission, even if his gundam was somewhere on the other side of the world.

 

When he switched on the vid-screen, he blinked. “Trowa,” he said. “Why are you in OZ uniform?”

 

“It's just the colors,” Trowa said, and Duo noted that though the uniform colors were the same, Trowa was not wearing any rank strips or anything to identify the military unit it belonged to. The boots he wore were not OZ uniform either, just what he wore on outdoor hikes, and there was a …

 

“You have a pair of handcuffs attached to your belt,” Duo informed Trowa. “What are you up to, bondage?”

 

“Lady Une has a mission for me,” Trowa answered placidly. “She wanted me to look official and this is the closest I can get.” He fingered the handcuffs. “These come with the uniform.”

 

“She's going to have to design a new uniform,” Duo said taking in the OZ colors. “No one likes to see those around here.”

 

“Tell me about it,” Trowa said with a grimace. “But I need the people I'm going to see to recognize this even without the rank.”

 

“Where are you now?” Duo asked.

 

“Still on Earth but I'm leaving for space soon,” Trowa offered. “Just recalibrating Heavyarms for space battle, just in case.”

 

“Oh,” said Duo when he realized why Trowa might have called. “Oh, sorry man. Let me call Quatre. He's in a meeting with his sisters but he'll be glad to talk to you.”

 

“No,” said Trowa hurriedly. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

 

“Me?” said Duo puzzled.

 

“I'm going to the circus once the mission is over,” Trowa said. “For a brief visit, not to stay.” He added before Duo could ask. “I just thought you might have a message for Hilde, since Catherine and the rest are performing on L2.”

 

“You mean, you'd drop in to see her for me?” Duo asked feeling pleased. “Just tell her I said `hi' and that I'm doing fine and see how she's managing the Scarp Yard.”

 

“I'll do that,” Trowa said.

 

After a few awkward goodbyes, something they were all rubbish at, Duo switched off the link when he remembered something. With Trowa out on a mission, Heero and Wufei were in the mansion alone.

 

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Quatre was correct; it was easier with females. “You want me to put my finger <i/>in</i> there!?” Wufei exclaimed. “Yuy, that's disgusting.”

 

Heero looked faintly amused. “I have cleaned myself but never mind. Give that to me,” he said, holding out a hand for the lube. “I'll do it.” Wufei gulped visibly and gave in. “In the mean time you might want to take off your clothes and get back onto bed,” Heero added. Wufei jerked out of his pants and top without pausing to think about it. If he thought too much, he might never get over with it. He climbed on to bed and knelt between Heero's legs trying hard not to look at anything below the waist.

 

“Do you have any pillows?” Heero asked as Wufei continued to stare at a place over Heero's left shoulder.

 

“I got rid of them as soon as I recovered,” Wufei replied. Duo had been the one who needed pillows. Wufei did not believe in physical comfort but then again, neither did Heero. “Why do you need them?”

 

“Come closer,” Heero instructed as he took some lube to in his left hand. “I'll have to put my legs like this over your shoulders…does it bother your back?”

 

“Uh,” Wufei grunted. “No….” He almost asked why when commonsense kicked in as Heero worked a finger into himself. He scooted closer and since they were both athletic and sixteen, the maneuver didn't strain them too much. But Wufei felt odd now that he was- well facing what he wanted to avoid looking at; he could hardly remember to breathe let alone close his eyes. “Give me the lube,” he said, feeling a little guilty since he was making a fine mess of things.

 

Heero did not reply, adding another finger and Wufei tried hard to control himself. He was hard and part of his body suggested he substitute part of him in place of Heero's fingers. He tried to relax, brought up his left hand and circled Heero's ankle, which was close to his cheek. Heero stopped his activity, stilling as he felt Wufei's touch. Wufei sighed and started to feel down the leg, over the firm calf muscle and finally reached the thigh.

 

“I'm ready,” Heero said as he closed his hand over Wufei's erection positioning it to his entrance. Wufei gasped, tensed and pushed in, guided firmly by Heero's right hand. Heero was tight and warm and …his hips thrust forwards before he could stop himself. He knew he should hold back a little, give Heero time to adjust, when Heero's legs slid off his shoulders and gripped him around his waist. Those leg muscles he'd studied a few seconds earlier clenched hard and he was pulled into the willing body.

 

By then, it was too late to fight and Wufei gave in, his hips moving in rhythm with the 01 pilot's. He supported his upper body on one hand while he touched Heero's nipples and scared chest with the other. Leaning down, he mouthed the bisected nipple, which had enticed him from the moment he had seen it, ignoring the pain as one of his barely healed scars tore open and fresh blood started to trickle down his back. He continued to thrust. Drops of warm, red liquid dribbled down his ribcage and onto Heero's stomach, mixing with his come when they both reached climax a few minutes later.

 

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In the morning, Wufei rolled off his bed, wincing as his back pulled, and picked up his sword from the side table. Then he abruptly froze.

 

“The bastard,” he swore softly.

 

He remembered having heard Heero move in the <i>outer room</i> while he had not even heard a whisper when he had walked into <emph>Wufei's bedroom</emph> and removed the sword from over his head.

 

Heero Yuy had wanted to be stopped.

 

A/N- I had fun writing this, even having Wufei do house work. Now what do I do with Duo, damn.

Seriously, most authors have fav characters and ones they find hard ot write. In my case it's Heero. He's the most complex character in the series, running alongside Triaze and to put him as a emotionally stunted idiot or a preprogrammed bot never suited me. So my interpretation Heero gets messed up once in a while. I can't give him screen time without writing three chapters about him alone.