Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ kiss of a dragon ❯ Kiss of a Dragon ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: Wufei's been hiding his growing attraction to the former Death-scythe pilot for years now. Will he be able to keep it hidden with this sudden slumber party Duo's cooked up?

A/N: Work with me here people. If something's done wrong tell me about in a review. Wu's gonna be slightly un-Wu'ish. And the guys are 19 or so. If timelines are wrong well sorry.

Pairings: 2X5, 3X4, 1XR. I'm particularly fond of 1XR pairings being a yaoi fan-girl and all but hey Lina needs her nookie every now and then too.

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did. Very poor person so it really would be a waste of time suing me. I write for fun, absolutely no money is being made off of this…trust me.

Warning: Yaoi, bad language and such. Don't like, don't read. Simple really.

Well I think that's about it. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Kiss of a Dragon

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I should have known. From the very moment I saw that particular little gleam in those oh so vibrant violet eyes I should have immediately dropped everything and run for the hills...screaming. Coincidentally enough I didn't, and now I'm paying for it with my sanity and blood. All of witch seems to be accumulating in my face at the moment, but I'll get back to that. I knew I should have snuck away when I had the chance, but I had to let my thrice damned pride get in the way.

My first clue should have been this little get together or guys night out, as he called it, that I am now realizing only I was actually invited to. The second tip off should have been that grin. That infamous Maxwell grin that anyone who had ever met the braided buffoon knew to avoid at any and all costs. And I did know, I was absolutely hell bent on making an immediate about face when I saw him strutting, yes strutting, down the hall in the Preventers main branch.

He was headed straight for me, grin and all, but I couldn't run. Had I followed my former plan and taken that about face I would have met Sally Po's C cups up close and personal. Yes, Sally is still a full 2 heads taller than me, I hit a growth spurt after the second war but it obviously wasn't enough. She's a lovely woman and an admirable soldier and doctor but there is absolutely no way in hell I was going to have an immediate conversation with the woman's breasts!

I just didn't swing that way; not that she or anyone else knew that, and if the powers that be allowed it, then it would hopefully stay that way. But to make a short story even shorter, Maxwell asked me to join him in his little guys night out, I refused, he whined and asked why, Sally got into the mix telling me I should go, I still said no, Maxwell gave me that look that I am absolutely positive he learned from Quatre, and I still, with all the willpower I had left. That pout is pretty damn powerful, said no. Then he pulled his trump card.

"What's the matter Wu? Your honor won't allow you to hang out with the guys for one measly weekend," he said, and he said it looking impressively hurt and angry all at once. I must hand it to the man, he's good; and what makes that little fact even worse is that he is very much aware of it.

I could do nothing but attempt to ignore him as I began to walk away, but he just did not-could not accept no for an answer.

I must have temporarily forgotten to whom I was speaking. I blame it all on the stress of having to deal with Duo Maxwell on a daily basis.

"You too busy to take the time to spend a few hours with your old war buddies," he carried on with an all too factitious smile. "The ones, who stuck by you through thick and thin, even when those particular friends,"he said with so much emphasis on the word friends that every tooth in his head showed, "you know, would do anything for you if you only asked?"

How could he so easily throw the whole guilt and justice rant at me with such force and still manage that damn one hundred thousand watt smile? A smile, which strangely enough reminded me of an old 20th century film I'd seen once a long time ago. I believe it was called Jaws…or something.

I couldn't help but think that his little speech was just a waste of breath. How in all of space was that supposed to convince me? I soon found out he wasn't finished.

"Doesn't sound very honorable to me," he said studying the invisible grit under his nails.

That did it. That one simple sentence was the straw that broke the camels back.

He knew, he absolutely knew that it would take an event short of me being stepped on by my own gundam for me to back down from any question against my honor.

And that was my downfall; I stopped dead in my tracks. Three steps; only three measly steps away from the corner that I had to maneuver around Sally to even reach in the first place. Three lousy fricken steps. I knew to just ignore him and keep walking, that's what my common sense was telling me to do, but my pride was fighting tooth and nail to turn around and acknowledge Maxwell's obvious challenge and maybe even smack him sideways…just for good measure.

I suppose it is rather obvious which side won that little debate.

I whipped around with so much force I nearly lost an eye to my own nearly waste length tail of hair, which happened to be held tightly in a black band. "Are you questioning my honor Maxwell?" I gritted through clenched teeth. The sound of my own severely irritated voice was rough and gravelly like the grinding of two stones, but the question of my honor, my entire being, was at stake here. I could have cared less about the unbecoming harshness of my voice at the moment.

The long haired idiot gave a mock gasp while dramatically clutching his hand over his heart as he stared at me with comically widened eyes. "Question your honor, your honor?" He said, his entire countenance just oozing with sarcasm.

"Wah I would neva even dreeeeaaaam of committing such a heinous and scandalous act," he said in a horribly imitated southern drawl; complete with fluttering lashes and the unnecessarily high-pitched twang of a southern bell. "Wah, all I'm askin is that you spend a lil quality time with a lady and her friends," he continued to drawl; even going so far as to give a small curtsy, bowing his head low and holding the tail ends of his preventers jacket like a lady of the court would the side hems of her dress.

I could only stare in mute horror and though I'd hate to admit it, slight amusement as he brought his head up from the curtsy just enough for me to note the twinkle of friendly banter in his amethyst eyes. That was Maxwell for you, able to take any situation no matter how tense the current atmosphere, and make a joke of it.

I was no longer homicidally pissed and he knew it. I absolutely loathe the fact that he can do that to me. Have me ready to rip him a new bodily exit one minute and the next have me melting into a pile of goo with a simple smile…well… grin, in my direction. Although I couldn't help but to toss an irritated glare over my shoulder at the hysterically laughing doctor I once held a great deal of respect for. Apparently the entire exchange between Maxwell and my-self had been an absolute riot.

I muttered obscenities under my breath in three separate languages before finally getting fed up and attempting to direct Sally's mind back to the reason she was even on this floor in the first place. I mean it wasn't that funny, the woman had been laughing for a full five minutes now. If she doesn't stop soon I fear she may need CPR whether it is from lack of oxygen or my lack of patience. I am not exactly sure which and I wasn't going to wait long enough to find out.

"Control yourself agent Po, don't you have patient records to collect and record before the end of the day or do you just plan on sitting in the hall and giggling like some errant, simple minded school girl!?"

I know it was a little harsh. I knew the woman was neither errant nor simple minded and that she was sorely adverse to the dumb blonde stereotype that I was obviously insinuating; actually a better term would be hated with immense and severe vengeance. But I justified my own retaliation with the tid-bit of knowledge that my pride had been irreparably wounded and she was laughing about it. This was no laughing matter, I demand respect damn it!

Hm, and judging by the way her laughter had been immediately cut short and strangled by the neck as well as the intensity of the glare being directed in my general direction, I'm thinking that maybe I should have demanded it in a whole other manner.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that, Maxwell, whom I'd forgotten about up till now, cautiously take a step back. He'd caught the side waves of the Po glare that I was currently taking the full frontal assault of. Who ever said Duo Maxwell was an idiot? Hell, I had to physically restrain my-self from following his very intelligent example and stepping to the side and maybe even behind him.

However; there was no way in hell I was going to back down from a woman…no matter how lethally scary she appeared to be. After about a nine or ten minute battle of optical wills, that I was slowly but surely losing; I was ready to say my pride be damned and run for my life, but she suddenly pulled a Jekyll/Hyde on me.

The dark glare that would have surely peeled the skin from my flesh had it been given any more intensity vanished completely. Her face took on a contemplative and almost pleasant look as she leafed through the files in her arms muttering, "Cabern, Challen, Chan…ah here we are Chang!" Her face seemed to light up with the discovery of the wayward file, her blue eyes just a moment ago filled with absolute fury were now satisfied and filled with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

She scanned my file thoroughly, absently stuffing the others back into the large manila folder she'd been holding them in. What exactly was she doing with my personal health record, what was she grinning about all of a sudden, and why did I have the distinct impression that I was about to be a very unhappy person?

"Chang Wufei," she said clinically, as if we were total strangers who only knew each other as Doctor and patient instead the familiar partners that we were. "I see here in your file that you are due for a full body examination within the next day or two."

I looked at her squarely giving my best visual impression of the line `no shit Sherlock, tell me something I don't know,' something I shamefully admit to picking up from Maxwell. She continued, paying my glare absolutely no attention.

"You are scheduled for an eye exam, a physical endurance run, drug test and… ooo what's this?" She paused, the grinch grin slowly reappearing across her visage, blue eyes once again glaring evilly at me from over the edge of the folder. "It also appears that you are due for your first anal prostate exam as a full time preventer's agent she practically hissed. Now I know what the unidentifiable look was earlier. Sadism, pure and simple.

The look of disdain I once directed at her was immediately replaced by one of absolute and utter mortification. Every ounce of blood in my body immediately rushed to my face and just as quickly relocated to my knees, which is exactly where my heart was at the time. "We have to make sure you're in tip top shape," she said, as if receiving a rectal examination was one of the most enjoyable experiences I could ever have.

"We can't allow you to run around on missions and such with possible colon diseases or bad eyesight. It's best the nip these things in the bud before they can actually develop." She said in an all business, no nonsense manner.

I didn't even acknowledge the choking sounds coming from behind me as one of my tormentors unsuccessfully attempted to muffle his laughter. I could only stare in mute, disbelieving horror as my once trusted partner gave me one more evil glare before walking around me, bidding a now cackling Maxwell adieu and continuing on with her runs. I turned to glare at Maxwell as I contemplated Sally's parting words as she breezed past me.

"Paybacks a bitch Wufei and theirs nothing like a woman scorned, remember that." I snorted under my breath as I stalked past a writhing pile of hair and flesh, still laughing uncontrollably in the middle of the hall floor, an occasional snort escaping with every other hic-up. Remember, how could I possibly forget? With a threat, no I thought shaking my head sharply, Sally didn't make idle threats. She made promises, and I was all too aware that she was a woman of her word.

I veered a sharp left that almost twisted my ankle making a beeline for the only open door on the hall. I entered the spacious office I shared with one Sally Po and slammed the door with as much force as I could muster, rattling the simple frames and trinkets decorating her side of the room with no small amount of satisfaction. I threw, yes threw myself into my uncomfortably high-backed chair and did my best to glare a hole through the slews of documents and folders littered across the surface of my desk like a paper picnic mat; needless to say that I was not in the best of moods.

This was all Maxwell's fault. If he hadn't started that whole damn guy's night out crock I wouldn't even be in this mess. Damned fool with his stupid ideas, and his stupid jokes, his idiotic grin…with those damn, full, oh so kissable lips that he's always licking with that little pink tongue. If he wants them to be moist he should just buy some damn chap-stick. But if I suggested that then he would look at me with big stupid…beautiful violet eyes. Eyes so deep and full of life one could get lost and find home in them all at once.

And that hair, gods what I'd give to see it down surrounding that sensuous lithe body, to run my fingers through it and bring the chestnut strands close to my face to run across my cheek, to smell and memorize the scent of his shampoo.

It was a well known fact at Preventers HQ that Duo Maxwell was, well to put it simply, sex on legs, from the top of that chestnut head to the very souls of his feet. He was a charmer, had a silver tongue and it didn't hurt that he was too damn sexy for his own good. He had yet to even have a girlfriend or boyfriend; he made it no secret that he was an appreciator of both sexes. No one knew why but it definitely wasn't for lack of proposals. What could be done, the former pilot of Death-Scythe Hell was well-liked.

I could only sigh to my-self as my anger and irritation for my friend dissipated with a puff of smoke, I never could stay angry with the braided fool for very long. I had it bad for Duo Maxwell, friend and former comrade in arms and I was very much aware of it. Since before the end of the war I would find my-self slowly being drawn into the circle of camaraderie the L2 descendent was forming within our tight-knit little group, and it only grew into something more before I could catch and squash the traitorous feeling.

I had been hoping that the feeling was just a product of un-fulfilled hormones or adrenaline, yet it only continued to escalate as time wore on and Maxwell became even friendlier. Always touching and invading my personal space. Brushing up against me or leaning so closely that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face and smell, hell almost taste the strawberry bubble gum was so fond of. Now granted he did the same with the others but it just seemed…different…with me.

I was mercilessly ripped from my thoughts as the sharp rapping of a fist threatened to break my door down. I got up grumbling to myself, I knew who it was and I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to face him right now. That of course would have been totally irrelevant to the man on the other side, he would have only picked the lock and blazed in like the limitless bundle of energy that he was.

I un-locked and yanked the door wide open, nearly ripping it from its hinges and back across the toe of my foot in my irritation. I put on my best `I am severely pissed, bother me and die' look which deflated like a balloon full of holes when he immediately tackled me, knocking my body back into the front of Sally's desk. Several of her god awful trinkets hit the carpeted floor with muffled `thunks' as I did my best to control my blood flow. I needed to peel Maxwell the human leech from my person before something embarrassing happened…more than likely to me.

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Well, there is the first chapter. I have the second half on stand-by just I get a couple reviews saying they like this…hint hint, wink wink. Well guys and gals, please R&R its what keeps me goin.

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