Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Heero Travels Coach for This Idiot ❯ I Can't Believe It's Not Egg-White! ( Chapter 1 )

Heero Travels Coach for This Idiot

 

Rated: Y- for no younger than 17 for sexual content and language

Author's Note: Please don't read this if you want to keep your mind pure and good. Well, get off this site, too. And stop reading fanfiction. Don't watch TV or movies. Live in a monastery. Otherwise, for those like me, please enjoy! I hope you like it, the idea bugged me for so long, and it took scandalously long to write it…-o-

Disclaimer: I don't make any money off of the characters depicted in my works, and I don't own any of them.

 

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Heero Yuy got off the shuttle, and walked into the cold airport with the other passengers. Anyone watching him would have noted the strong and steady walk; a gait that had no hesitations, no qualms, and an attitude that was strict and unbending. He walked the earth and roamed space with the confidence of a lord in his hall, no matter how far his universe was expanding without him. His back was a strong support, his limbs solid and firm with muscle. His eyes were deadly, focused- he could have been recruited into any military agency that took a brief glance at him. 

When Wufei looked up from his reading, he commented offhandedly, "You look like shit, Yuy. Take a shower and get some sleep. And welcome back."

Heero blinked, then passed by the couch and headed straight towards the shower.  After a month-long mission in a remote developing colony, his partner and short-time lover had missed him enough to prepare a relaxing evening that involved his traditional Chinese cooking and some subtle but much-needed pampering. Right. His partner was also Chang Wufei- the bastard extraordinaire known for making recruits curse their recruitment. In essence, it meant the cold greeting was rather anticipated.

 

...if not a little...unnecessary...he shook away the thought.

Heero stripped off his clothes, hanging his belt on the door-hook. He sighed and entered the hot spray of water. The airplane had been cold and smelled of stuffy fabric. The government was going through some down time, and couldn't afford sending lowly bodyguards around space in first-class seating. Anna-Marie, his new supervisor, also let him go back to earth separately, so he wouldn't have to take another transport from her shuttle landing.

Heero broke the thin sliver of soap by accident; Wufei never replaced the soap unless there was absolutely nothing left. Hiding out in forests during an exhausting war changed some people.

The whole trip had made his body tense, cold, and uncomfortable. He never liked to fly public transport, and he usually preferred shuttles and the very personal Gundams. Still...Heero stepped out of the shower and looked around. He had forgotten to bring his towel into the bathroom and the only one hanging on the bar was Wufei's. The cold forced his choice, and he grabbed the soft, dark blue towel- burying his dripping face inside the folds. The scent of Wufei was as comforting as the fluffy cloth, and he wrapped himself in it.

Still, no matter how much he hated the discomfort, the close proximity of unpredictable civilians, and the feeling of not having some control of the ship- he would have made the same trip. Heero finished dressing and brushing his teeth, and decided to go join Wufei on the couch. He wasn't that tired, and the reason he made that draining flight was because of Wufei. Because that idiot was on his mind for the past few days, because he wanted his company, because he missed him and was probably falling dangerously deeper love.

The couch was empty, the book closed and back on the shelf. Heero found Wufei in their bedroom instead, already snoring and twitching in his sleep. Falling in love with this moron.

The weary young man climbed into bed as well, next to his roommate who seemed unaffected by his return. He turned off the light, and rolled over to his own side of the bed, slightly disappointed.
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"Happy birthday to me..."

Heero woke up with a start, body suddenly responding to the strange touch.

"Happy birthday to meeee..."

A psycho had nestled his way in between Heero's legs, and was curled under the comforter, warm hands on his thighs.

"Happy birthday to Wu--"

"Chang!" Heero threw the edge of the comforter down. The accused psycho blinked at him, and Heero's allowed himself to relax minimally.

"Good morning Heero," Wufei said, smirking, "I was just singing to the cobra down here, because I appear to have lost my flute," his fingers had hooked around Heero's elastic pants-waist, and was edging the cloth down.

A slight pink appeared on the tanned complexion, and Heero sat up, pulling his pants up, "One, it's not your birthday. Two, there are other ways of asking for sex. And three, last night you-" he hesitated, "-could have asked."

Wufei stared at him contemplatively for a moment, then smirked, "Ah...no. I want you-" he suddenly pushed Heero backwards, and wrenched the flannel cloth downwards, "-with as much energy as you can muster. Last night, you looked too tired to do anything more than twitch if I unleashed a harem of whores on you," Heero stared as Wufei released him from his boxers, "Hell-lo, sir," Wufei looked up with that grin, "I take it you missed me, too."

Heero gasped when Wufei first touched his cock. It wasn't even his mouth, but light fondling with rough fingertips. He traced his way between his balls and up the hard length. Heero's hands curled into fists by his side. He had missed this, too. After the second week of waking up with an unsatisfied sex drive, Heero had found himself lying on the lonely hotel bed, his own hands trying to relieve the burn for sex. It never really did work, because his hands couldn't mimic the sinful ways Wufei touched him and drove him to the edge- panting, begging for him. 

Heero jerked when Wufei took a long lick, "God-" and began sucking his throbbing head. Here, he lost his voice, and choked when Wufei proceeded to slowly take all of him. His hands clenched the strands of black that spilled erotically over his legs and hips, and his legs wouldn't stop trembling around Wufei. Wufei's tongue was rubbing back and forth across him, and the young man was making slurping noises that sent shivers across Heero's stomach.

Wufei drew back- Heero exhaled a rattled breath- his tongue darted out to lick precum from the side of his mouth. He gazed at his lover, whose toned chest was heaving, glazed eyes staring at nothing, mouth opened and panting. Wufei spread Heero's legs and kissed the juncture between thigh and hip, delighting in the jump and groan it caused. He smiled smugly.

 

"Ahh, thank you, Heero. What a perfect surprise."

Heero felt his cock rub against a dry cheek, and groaned when Wufei again swallowed him deeply. He teased him with his warm tongue, and hands that curled around his base and balls, fondling and rubbing. The Wufei slowly increased the pace, his head bobbed between Heero's legs, sucking noisily like some obscene prostitute.

 

"Shhh," Wufei withdrew, coughed and soothed the trembling legs, "Calm down a bit, Heero-"

 

"Wufei!" Heero gasped, "You-uhhh..." his head flopped back down, his shoulders giving away, "Yess-" he was so close to letting go of all restraint and thrusting wildly into that delicious mouth, taking complete advantage of Wufei's t-- aahfuck-tol...toler--he could feel the back of Wufei's throat, and the fingers where tugging harder, making Heero wince and crave more.

 

Suddenly, there was a ringing at the door. Heero felt the scandalously cold air again on his cock, as Wufei raised his head and looked up.

 

"Hmm...what timing," he murmured. Heero gasped out something, and Wufei turned to him and smiled. He got up from the bed and glided out of the room, his robe hanging from bare shoulders.

 

"You'd better not touch yourself, Yuy," the Chinese man smirked, and walked out of the room, shrugging his loose robe on properly. Heero glared after him, but lay back down resignedly. He briefly considered wrestling the other man down, and forcing his way, but had a feeling Wufei was planning something. That thought appealed to him, sending flurries of excitement into his stomach.

 

Heero blurrily wondered if this could count as torture, the cold air making his excitement dim. If it did, he could possibly classify it as BDSM, which he'd read about when he was younger while sharing a mission with a bored Duo. It might have been perverted, but he was perhaps more interested in the kink than normal men should have been.

"Thinking hard about something?" Wufei asked, a smirk on his face and his robe open and revealing. Heero could never get tired of that sight. He reached for Wufei, who sank into the circle of Heero's strong arms, who breathed as Heero did, and touched him everywhere with his lips.

They seemed to melt into each other, falling within the other, absorbing their closeness, and expelling the time they spent away, banishing the time away that repelled them. Soft sounds, so different from the previous desperation, reviving the fire that cold space tried to douse. Heero felt, amongst the sensory input, a deep aching within him, a muted pain in his chest. Something that scared him, scared him to think that he so passionately desired the young man moving above him, into him, delving deeper into him like no one should be able to.

"Wufei," Heero gasped, pushing the strong shoulders away from him, "Wufei..." he panted, rocked his hips, "Let me..I want to...uhhh," Wufei groaned and drew back from Heero, "...let...me-" he shuddered, his body trying to suck Wufei back, and his will trying to pull away.

Wufei breathed heavily, clutching onto Heero and trying to control himself. He finally pulled out, his body quivering in Heero's hands. He kissed Heero briefly and lay onto the bed beside him, watching the muscled man move around him.

Heero positioned himself above Wufei, taking his rigid cock in his hand, ready to impale himself again. He pressed against the thick head, feeling a storm of excitement that overrode the anticipation of pain. He had wanted to do this for weeks, ride his lover's thick cock, make him sweat and groan wildly, move without being able to control. Fuck.

Wufei had not been generous with the lubricant, and Heero was grateful for his frugality. He felt the pressure within him, stretching him again. He braced himself against Wufei's pelvis, and lowered himself slowly, taking time to watch the way his lover gasped and flexed upwards.

"Heero, please, just..." he grappled against the strong arms, powerful back trying to arch upwards. Heero chose that moment to swiftly sheath himself, feeling Wufei fill him deeply, teasing his pleasure spots with sensations that made his own cock stiffen harder and sparks rage up his body. Wufei gasped, practically sitting up from surprise and grasping Heero tightly to him, thrusting upwards and forcing a groan out of his lover.

The doorbell rang.

Heero could hear a pounding from his pulse wildly racing through him, could hear the way Wufei was panting softly, could hear the slick sound of their bodies moving together, in and out. He couldn't believe he heard-

It rang again.

"Shit," Wufei pushed Heero off of him, who landed on the bed in stunned silence, "It's your goddam girlfriend." Heero watched as Wufei walked to the bathroom, trickles of fluid seeping between his legs, “I forgot she wanted to come in today.”

"W-who?"

"Peacecraft," Wufei called from the bathroom, "I'll let her in, and you clean up and take out the second mattress. Don't just lay there," he came out fully clothed in jeans and a t-shirt, and looked over at the young man still lying in a state of bewilderment, "Well, you could, but I dislike sharing."

Heero heard a smirk as Wufei went to open the door, "And if she sees you like that, I don't know if I'll be able to detach her mouth from your penis, Yuy," click, "Good morning Ms. Peacecraft!  Please come in!"

"Good morning, Wufei," dear lord Wufei wasn't kidding when he said it was the damn Queen of Space. Heero jumped off of the bed and gathered up his pants and Wufei's robe. He rushed around the room, trying to clean it before the woman tried to force her way to see him. Where the hell did they put the second mattress?!

"I expect you'd like some breakfast, Ms. Peacecraft."

"Oh, I did have some coffee before coming over. But I was hoping for a grand tour, if it's not an intrusion."

Heero leapt for the bathroom, slamming the door and throwing the sheets and clothes into the bathtub, the shower curtain screeching.

"Not at all," if there was ever a reason to want to kill a lover-

"It's so nice in here! What a modern looking living room! I'm starting to doubt the grants that the Preventers took from us!"

"It's mostly Heero's paycheck. After all, he is your primary bodyguard. Here's the bedroom."

Heero stared at his erection in dismay. How the hell was Wufei walking around with something like this in jeans? Should he masturbate? Or try to will it away? Was that possible?!

"Heero?" Wufei was grinning; he could hear it, "You done in there? Relena's here, she wanted to surprise you! Come out quick!" if Wufei could ever say anything in a singsong voice, this was the closest Heero had ever heard.

"One minute," Heero growled, and forced himself into the loose sweatpants. He inspected himself in the mirror, and was a bit startled. He had learned to appreciate some human beauty while living with Wufei, after all, how many times had Wufei kicked roommates for trying to bed the well-toned Chinese man? So when Heero saw his own reflection, flushed, tussled, and taut skin covered in red marks, breathing harder than usual, he wondered who was staring back at him. Certainly not the boy soldier from five years ago.

Relena was sitting on the couch, where Wufei had lounged last night. She smiled and stood, "Heero! Good morning!"

Heero quickly shifted so his body was angled away from her, "Good morning, Relena." He took quick strides towards the kitchen, where Wufei was watching them while filling a pot of water. Relena followed, standing where there was a space in the wall that allowed view of the kitchen from the living room. Heero purposely kept his back to her, rooting through the refrigerator.

"Heero, how did the trip go? Was it okay for you, or was it difficult? I'm sorry I sent you with them, so I'm worried that--"

She was silenced when Wufei turned from the sink, and reached out to grab Heero's wrist. The strong arm strained, but Wufei calmly held on.

"You should be sitting, after what happened to your leg," Wufei said clearly, "I'll ask Relena to help me look for the butter." out of Relena's view, Wufei's eyes fluttered down, staring pointedly at the peak in the front of his sweatpants, and smiled in a truly unnerving way.

"Oh, of course!" Relena came around to the kitchen, and Heero passed her swiftly, making his way for the couch, "What happened to your leg, Heero? Are you alright?"

Heero sat on the couch and crossed his perfectly unharmed legs, opening the largest book he could find on his lap, "I fell down," he said darkly, seeing how Wufei's smirk stayed in place as he searched the cupboards.

"Oh dear, I'm glad it wasn't anything serious as a fight. Is this it, Wufei?"

"Yes, thank you so much," Wufei took the butter from Relena, "I'm sorry to trouble you, as a guest to our home."

"Please," Relena smiled brilliantly, "In your home, we shall be equals, no?" she watched as Wufei cracked the eggs into the pan, "You're very good at cooking, Wufei! Do you cook for Heero as well? Sometimes," she stole a glance at the man sitting moodily on the couch, "I think he still eats as he did in war, and that's no way to live."

"Not at all," Wufei moved around the queen to grab a spatula from the draining board, "We eat very well. Actually, I always love eating Heero."

There came a choke from the living room, and an outburst of coughing. Relena looked slightly confused.

"Pardon?"

Wufei flipped the eggs and his eyes widened delicately, "Oh, I meant, I love to eat Heero's cooking," there was a sizzling as the egg landed back in the oil, "Especially his meat. You must try some. In fact," Heero was calling out angrily, "It's great in the morning. Just to taste, of course, not a full meal. That's only if I'm starving- then I'll take so much that it just fills me up. And that's bad, it makes me feel so drowsy later on."

Relena nodded agreeably, "But you'll find, Europeans eat meat in the morning too. Wow, I never knew Heero cooked. Is that so, Heero?" she turned to the glaring boy.

"No, I don't." Heero ground out.

"Now now," Wufei placed the eggs on the serving plate, "Don't be like that. One day you should get him to make you a milkshake. They're really creamy, but so full of protein! Right Heero?" Wufei looked over at Heero, a leering stare, "I'm so addicted, I suck them up so quickly it's almost obscene."

"Sounds delicious!" Relena said, taking the bread and butter to the table in the dining room, "Heero, you don't plan on making any today, do you? Wufei's quite the salesman." 

"No," Heero said firmly, "I'm not doing any cooking today, not with my 'injury'," he glared at Wufei.

"Is it that bad?" Relena looked over at him. Heero shook his head slowly.

"I'm just going to make sure that Chang really remembers what it's like to service me, now that I'm back." Relena looked doubtful for a moment at the choice of words, but smiled.

"I never knew Heero to make jokes," Relena said.

Heero stiffly walked to the kitchen, "I make promises. Why don't you sit down on the couch? We have a magazine or something, Chang reads a lot."

"Mm," Wufei crouched close to the sink, "Heero, watch the eggs while I look for the fruit. I think we had some freeze-dried oranges a few months ago, but we never bothered..." as soon as Heero neared him, Wufei grabbed the slim hips and pulled him closer. Heero struggled, but Wufei tugged the front part of his pants down.

"S-stop it!" Heero whispered harshly. Relena found a photo album on the bookshelf, flipping through the digital pages. The sounds of recorded videos drowned out the two young men's scuffling.

Wufei took the wilting erection in his hands, "Make sure none of that oil splatters on me, will you?" he took the whole appendage into his mouth, not gagging once.

Heero was trembling, keeping an eye out on the eggs and on Relena, who was grinning and replaying a clip that sounded like Duo singing drunkenly. Heero's hands trembled as he clutched the edge of the counter. Wufei was working him, hot and moist mouth all over him, fingers twisting and mussing his pubic hair with precum. Slowly, Heero allowed himself to move his hips, his hardened cock rocking into that sinful mouth. He spread his legs a bit as Wufei licked downwards, towards his--

"Heero!" they both jumped and Wufei choked, "You wore a graphic shirt at your reunion?! What does it say...How to Keep a Perfect Soldier Busy...oh my goodness!" Relena broke off into peals of laughter, "I bet Maxwell made this for you, he's a regular joker. Did you actually fall for it?"

"Y-yes." Relena immediately noticed the stutter. She stood up quickly and strode to the kitchen.

"Heero, are you okay? Oh my goodness!"

Wufei coughed and stood up, holding the frozen oranges. Heero, back turned to both of them, was bright red and mentally cursing Wufei. Relena walked over to him and took the spatula from him.

"I can't believe it! I'm so sorry, I made you come and help Wufei! I completely forgot about your injury! Look at you, you're so sweaty!" she pushed him towards the living room, "I'll take care of it now."

"No need, Relena," Wufei called out, "I'm almost done, anyways," but she appeared at his side, looking at the oranges he put on the counter.

"I'll help you cut these oranges, do you have a defroster?" she picked one up and frowned, "Wait...what is this white stuff on it?" she rubbed her fingers together, where Wufei's fingers had left trails of  Heero's precum. She looked disgustedly at the sticky substance.

"Ahh," Wufei suddenly smiled devilishly, "That's egg-white. I got some on myself and didn't bother washing my hands. I'm sorry if it looks disgusting to you, why don't you wash your hands?" Relena shook her head.

"In the Sanq kingdom, I've grown accustomed to drinking egg-white mixed with flax-seed paste. It's really good for you, and rather bland, so I can't complain." she suddenly licked her fingers and frowned, "But this tastes really different. Salty...?" Heero and Wufei stared in shock.

Then Wufei broke out into laughter.
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"Aahh," Wufei stretched out and yawned, "Thank god she's gone. Nice breakfast, eh Heero?" Heero was glaring, with the bitter annoyance of a man with an unrelieved erection.

"You were very talkative today," Heero growled, stood and gathered the plates. Wufei looked at the previous Gundam pilot's pants with some awe.

"I was, it's called social skills. Women like small-talk, chatter," Wufei licked his lower lip, "Men like action. How the hell you kept it up so long is amazing."

"You're in so much fucking trouble," Heero leaned over the table, face inches from Wufei's, reaching for his glass.

"Take the dishes to the sink, I'll get undressed."

When Heero had thrown the dishes into the sink, he had been done with all of the waiting, the talk, the stupid interruptions. Yet he still hesitated and he stared at the dishes in the sink, unhappy to leave a task undone. But he didn't sit in that stuffy airplane and rush home to do the dishes. He meant to get his cock in someone's ass (or vice versa) and cover his stomach with cum. He made up his mind and strode across their apartment. Heero threw the door open to their bedroom, and froze.

Wufei was looking uncertainly at the bonds that restricted his right hand and his head. Heero looked at the collar and handcuff, feeling no small amount of carnal desire. The Chinese man was stretched out, looking uncomfortable because of the way his right side was incapacitated. He looked up at Heero and grinned wryly.

"Thank goodness they sent it this morning, otherwise I'd be rather reluctant to do this whenever it decided to arrive," he tugged his right hand experimentally, "I just hope you remember not to break my neck or wrist," he said dryly, but Heero read the fear in the other man clearly.

Heero descended over Wufei slowly, taking time to appreciate the view. He touched the firm stomach, feeling a flutter of shivers pass under his palm. What Wufei was doing for him now, submitting himself to Heero's control, was something Heero was pretty sure he couldn't do. Too many reminders of war, of men with guns, of times when a strong handcuff was the mark of someone who wanted him dead.

"Thank you," Heero whispered, trying to calm the trembling that was increasing over flat planes of golden skin. Wufei's eyes were wide, but his mouth was a tight line.

"Whatever, just do something before I break the bedpost," Wufei breathed erratically, straining against Heero's hands and the collar. Heero embraced the uneasy man underneath him, kissing a warm shoulder.

"Trust in me."

"Duh." Wufei got a sharp bite for that quip. There was low laughter and a snort, and Heero hated Wufei for making him feel this way, damn desirable Wufei.

He worshipped the body beneath his, but differently than before. Seeing Wufei like this, a deadly warrior now restrained and powerless, excited Heero far more than a handcuff and chain should. He nipped at sensitive places, soothed shudders with long licks and soft kisses. His nails dragged harshly down Wufei's back, making him jerk and gasp, the chains clinking. Somehow, Heero understood the twisted way the guards enjoyed pushing around their prisoners, knowing their position of power over the deadly Gundam pilots.

"God Heero," Wufei said in a strained voice, "What the hell are you-unh!" Heero flipped the young man over, palming hard buttocks, and kissed the tight asshole there. The quivering increased, this time not because of the restraints, as Heero lavished the hole with his tongue. Wufei's back was shuddering violently, his suspended arm pulling against the chain.

"So beautiful," Heero said over Wufei's panting, caressing his muscled thighs, "Damn that Trieze, I can't believe--"

"Do something constructive with that mouth, will you?" Wufei hissed, gasping as Heero stretched his hole with a lube-slicked finger. Heero laughed again, guessing that his one month trip had affected Wufei more than he first thought.

When Heero's cock first pressed against Wufei, he smirked at the way Wufei widened his legs, breath coming out in a steady hiss. He didn't waste time with entering slowly, thrusting into the lubed hole as fast as it would permit. Wufei choked, and the chains clinking as he tried to pull away from Heero.

"Heero, slow-Hee--aah-" Heero lifted a muscular leg over his shoulder, and leaned into the other young man, "-ahhh...'ro..." he pressed into him, and started to pull back, slowly. Wufei bucked as Heero thrusted back in him, crying out angrily.

"If you tear anything I swear I'm going to--" he suddenly jerked violently, choking on his words as Heero hit that deep spot, making his body flare with sensation, "--god--" Heero turned his head to bite the shaking leg as Wufei squeezed his eyes and moaned, "-do it...again-"

"Stop...squeezing, so hard," Heero groaned, pulling out, "Relax, Wufei..." his Chinese lover cried out, body shaking underneath his as he nudged that spot again. He was trying his hardest not to rush their coupling, but the tight suction around him was too much to bear. He had taken the teasing, the interruptions, the stiff, uncomfortable walking. He thrust in deeply, the sound of slapping skin almost comical, but sexy nonetheless.

Inappropriate, this sex. Ridiculous, the frigid soldiers. Addictive...doubtless. The slow movement increased, smoother between Wufei's legs. Everything unimportant, just the gradually wilder movement, the gasps and cries of pain pleading pleasure. And Wufei did it so easily, made Heero go faster, deeper, fall into the other man like space rock burning up in the atmosphere. He was shaking now, probably bruising Wufei's ass with the way he ground them together. Wufei had already come all over their stomachs, and was hanging to Heero, holding him as he dove closer to Wufei, closer to the edge he always pushed. The bed creaked; he jerked and bit down on one golden shoulder. Heero groaned, and let himself into Wufei.

The downfall for having a male lover was the extra semen all over the sheets. Heero figured that they'd have to buy a new mattress and a new set of sheets every year just to make sure there wasn't a permanent stench of sex in the room. He shifted uncomfortably from the splotches of liquid, curling closer to Wufei, who was laying there and absently rubbing his wrist. He draped an arm over the bare abdomen, spotted with red marks.

"What's wrong Heero?" Wufei murmured, "Don't like the egg-white?"

Heero smiled, taking Wufei's arm and inspected the wrist. He lowered the slender wrist to his lips, sighing against the warm skin, "Not really. But I..." he snorted and muttered something.

Wufei's eyebrow raised, "What did you say, Yuy?"

"Nothing," he sat up and attempted to untangle himself from the bed.

"Heero!"

"I didn't say anything!"

"What did you say about milkshakes?"
 

~
When the limo pulled up in front of his house, Zechs remembered what had bothered him all morning. The wine, it was somewhere around the house, and he'd forgotten to take it out. He decided to first disarm the security system and admit his guest. She was dressed in a lovely pale green dress, looking more like a young woman and less a queen.

"My love," Zechs embraced his younger sister, stepping aside to let her pass.

"Prince," she said jokingly, and delighted in his rich laughter.

He led her to the modest living room, where he rooted out the flutes and the wine from the china cabinet, "I trust you'll enjoy this now. I see a rather despondency in your eyes. I take it the morning did not go well for you?" Zechs asked while he poured the crisp golden wine into a flute, "Have you been persuaded to my argument?"

Relena accepted the glass, "No, I have not." Zechs snorted, "I do not care what you think of those two, but they are only close friends who are rooming together, cooking together, and--"

"Sharing a bed?" Zechs offered.

Relena gave him a frigid look, "There was a second mattress on the floor."

"But nevertheless in the same room."

"The other room is used as a study."

"My dear sister is in denial. This still does not explain why you look as if ta poupée has been donated to some disadvantaged child."

Relena spared a moment of reflection, "I suppose I am a little jealous. I have always cherished a dream to wake in the morning and make breakfast for Heero," she contemplated, and took a sip of wine, "Sort his clothes, discuss the morning paper, share his own awkward jokes..."

"And they are dashed," he responded quietly.

Relena hesitated, and nodded. Zechs took one dainty hand.

"But it is no matter," she suddenly smiled, "We shall progress, my prince?"

Zechs' eyebrows raised, "What is this inclusion? I am no love-sick girl," he said smoothly.

"As hard as it is for me to deceive you, it is the same in reciprocal. You desired possession of the child-warrior as much as I did, marquise," her smile turned empathetic, "You hunted him during the war, I know of it. Just as I did, but in your own way."

Zechs smiled a secret smile, an expression that only the voluntarily heartbroken could manage. He smiled brilliantly and let go of his sister's hand to lean back into the Victorian couch, "Indeed, indeed. Well, we shall progress. Meanwhile, do go wash your hands, there's something grimy here, though transparent," he sniffed his fingers and made a face, "What in heaven did you touch?" he knew the smell and texture but could not believe it would be on his pure, lovely sister's hands. He stared at her with bewilderment.

 
Relena Peacecraft suddenly smiled a truly wicked smile, flexing her fingers and inspecting them, "I shall not tell you, brother. I have taken care not to wash my hands since breakfast, and if I told you, you may as well start to suckle my fingers," she gave him a sideways look, and took a dainty sip of wine.

Zechs stared, understood, and the laughed.