Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ kiss of a dragon ❯ K.O.D. ch.4 ( Chapter 4 )

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? What will be revealed under the masks and Jammies?!?!?!

 

A/N: Ya know, it still surprises me whenever I get reviews for this. All I can say and keep saying is that I love you all, thank you ssssoooooo much for the reviews, and please have patience with me, I write the majority of these chapters while I'm in my Philosophy class as well as other classes. I write when I can but I do it A.S.A.P., a good majority of the time I do anyway. Well that's it for my drabbles, ONWARD MY MINIONS, CHAPTER 4 APROACHETH!!!

 

Pairings: 2X5, 3X4, 1XR. I'm not particularly fond of 1XR pairings being a Yaoi fan-girl and all but hey, Lina needs her nookie every now and then too. Right?

 

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did, but I don't. 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, nookie and such. Don't like, don't read. It's simple really.

 

Well that's all for now, Enjoy!

 

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Kiss of a Dragon: Chapter 4

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I hissed through clenched teeth as the hard spray of searing water hit my sore muscles like a thousand tiny fists, as opposed to the two much larger fists of one Sally Po.

 

The woman gave a mean massage…literally, and she says I need anger management. I sighed, leaning my still tender forehead against the sweating tile of the shower wall as my jumbled thoughts attempted to mold themselves into some semblance of order.

 

There was some underlining meaning in Sally's morosely crude comment last night, in all of her actions actually. The question is what exactly did she mean? What was she saying…?

 

“Damn it!” My frustrated yell echoed off of the linoleum walls as I nearly imbedded my fist into one of the many tiles. “I hate when that damn woman speaks in code!”

 

Shaking my head to clear it of migraine inducing thoughts I reached for the nozzle to kick the temperature up a few more degrees.

 

The heat eased into my sore muscles like liquid fire, slowly eating away at my tension as I began to wash my hair. My senses were assaulted with the sweet musky scent of sandal-wood and cinnamon as the gel turned into a nice foamy lather. Gods, annoying as she may be the woman did know her therapeutic shampoos, Ill have to thank her for my early birthday gift the next time I see her.

 

My eyes closed of their own volition as I reached behind my head to work the lather into the ends of my hair. Lord, sometimes I don't even know why I keep it so long, it's damn heavy when wet and a pain in the ass when it gets tangled. I honestly don't know how Maxwell can stand it, and his is even thicker and longer than mine!

 

A sigh escapes my lips as I turn to let the hot water hit my back and rinse the suds from my hair. Who am I fooling? That hair has been the protagonist in more than one of my Duo related fantasies. God's if I could only break the tie keeping those chestnut strands in that ever present braid and run my fingers through it. To have him press his body flush against mine, hot and aching, needing to feel my touch just as much as I would his.

 

I wasn't all that sure if it was the searing water or my thoughts but either way I was beginning to notice just how hot and steamy it was getting in here.

 

I could feel the heated flush running across my nose and cheeks as my heavy thoughts circulated through my minds eye like an out of control carousel. Ancestors it was embarrassing the way he made me feel sometimes, the images he could bring to my mind with just his voice alone. I would never hear the end of it if anyone found out just how much control he really had over me, or just how easily I would give in and let him take the reigns…in a manner of speaking.

 

Contrary to popular belief I'm not as much of a control freak as some like to believe. I leave that particular character flaw to Yuy.

 

My troubled sigh echoed off the walls of the locker room as I pulled my water logged hair over my shoulder to lessen the strain on my neck; and eyes still closed began the process of scrubbing myself clean of all dirt, bodily odors and thoughts of an impossible dream with laughing violet eyes and a rope of chestnut hair.

 

I was so caught up in my thoughts and scrubbing my ass that the heavy thumping of steel toed boots didn't even register until the voice attached to said boots made itself known.

 

“Fall asleep at your desk again Chang?”

 

“HOLY…!” Before I could even fully assess the situation, I'd already thrown the bar of soap in the general direction of the voice and taken up a defensive stance in the corner, my back to the wall. I bared my teeth and felt my hackles rise like a caged panther as I prepared to defend myself if need be.

 

Everything was a blur of water, green and skin until the world stopped spinning and I was staring through my hair-- that of which had become plastered to my face and the wall at some point--at a bemused Trowa Barton holding a bar of Dove two inches from his left eye with a few stray suds dripping from the bang covering his right, and down his wrist into the sleeve of his shirt.

 

All was still after that and the water was running cold now. He stared at me with this twisted little smirk on his face, no doubt horrendously amused at the whole situation and I stayed crouched in my little corner, wishing I could just disappear into the floor, embarrassed and mortified beyond all embarrassment and mortification.

 

After about five minutes of our visual stand off he finally cracked a smile that I am absolutely positive maybe three other people in the universe have ever seen and simply said, “Jumpy much?”

 

I had nothing to say to that, what the hell could I say?! The man just scared ten years off my life…while I was naked! And I threw a bar of soap at him, a fricken bar of soap! Ancestors just strike me down now.

 

I was cold, and wet, and naked not to mention severely embarrassed. I wanted to cry and laugh all at once; the only problem was deciding which to do first. So I did neither and responded the way I usually do in most situations that I happen to bring about a blank on what to do next.

 

I lashed out.

 

“Damn it Barton!”

 

That's it Chang, show him your pissed to cover your ass…literally. “What in the seven hells possesses you to sneak up on people while they are trying to bathe?! I could have seriously injured you!”

 

He gave me a look that just screamed yeah right before opening his own mouth. “Your right Wufei, whatever was I thinking sneaking up on you in an open space that would echoe a pin drop,” he said narrowing his bright green eyes right on my now shivering person “in steel toed boots no less.”

 

He was laughing at me, maybe not visibly, but Trowa is the king of discreet. I can see how much this is really cracking him up on the inside. “And lord forbid I should get soap in my eyes if I were really trying to hurt you.” He muttered.

 

He was mocking me.

 

You know, sometimes I miss the Trowa of the wars. The one that had little to no sense of humor and on very few occasions ever spoke. This new and improved Barton was as much a pain in the ass as Sally and Duo, only more discreet. His sense of humor was dry and tactful which according to Maxwell made it all that much funnier.

 

“And I really wanted to be sure you had healthy, smooth glowing skin before I came for you,” he drawled while tossing his confiscated soap through the air to catch with his other hand. “There's nothing I love more than a baby soft victim,” he smirked.

 

Alright already I got the point!

 

My already narrowed eyes squinted further to mere slits, probably making me look like I was crouching in a shivering, naked little wet ball with my eyes closed. Why couldn't he just pretend that none of this had ever happened like a good samaritan?

 

I mean, hasn't the world gotten enough of its jollies at my expense, it just wasn't fair. And knowing Barton he wouldn't tell everyone in a five foot yelling radius like Maxwell would, but instead keep it to himself and use it as his own private little joke; letting me in on it whenever he had the inkling to make my life unnecessarily more hellish than it already was.

 

“…and here I'd always thought that your skin just had a natural glow,” he kept on. “Well now I know your secret Chang.” He just wouldn't quit. This had to end, my back leg was starting to cramp, and I was cold damn it!

 

“Barton did you want something?” I asked fighting down the blush that had been straining to blossom across my entire face and further down since the beginning of this damn fiasco. He stopped playing with my soap in acknowledgement of my question but continued to smile in that I know what you did last summer kind of way. I wish he'd go back to being stoic; a smiling Trowa Barton was just down right creepy.

 

He turned away reaching for the towel I'd lain out across a bench as he began to speak. “I called your place looking for you this morning and when you didn't pick up I figured that you'd just come into the office early,” he said throwing me my towel, which I thankfully snatched out of the air, quickly wrapping it around my naked waist.

 

He turned back to me and continued, “but then I thought to myself; not even Wufei would come in this early seeing as to how it's still dark outside and that's when it hit me,” he said, minus the creepy little smile.

 

Uh oh; he had that, we know what you've been doing to yourself and don't really think it's all that healthy, kind of look.

 

“We all know that you've taken the liberty of keeping a spare set of clothing and other”— he paused, eyeing my toothbrush, deodorant and comb lying in a clear little baggy on the bench— “necessities in your office for when you forget to go home and so I figured that you never even left the building which of course brings us back to my prior inquiry before being attacked by a rabid bar of soap,” he added dryly, “of you falling asleep at your desk again?”

 

I stared at him balefully through my still tangled hair, clutching my towel in a white knuckled grip and wondered to myself if he had seriously come all this way just to find out whether or not I had fallen asleep at my desk…again. “Yes?” I answered hesitantly, not really sure if that was the answer he was looking for.

 

He raised an eyebrow at me, probably more confused at this point than I was. I raised my own in turn, wondering where he was going with this. “Ok let's just start over,” he said, unconsciously rubbing his still soapy fingers across his temples.

 

“I was looking for you to ask if you could give Duo a ride back to his place tonight?” I nearly dropped my towel in my shock. Of course, none of it showed on my face.

 

“And why exactly would I need to do that?” I asked in my false calm. “Why can't he just strap himself in his death mobile and take off like a bat out of hell like he usually does?”

 

Forest green eyes rose from the close inspection of soap laden nails, taking their time to unabashedly rake themselves over my shivering - //but doing my best not to show how cold I really was// - form before meeting my eyes and slowly replying as if he were speaking to an invalid.

 

“Because, oh naked one.” He grinned at me! Teeth and all! Ancestors how I hate the people I call my closest friends sometimes. I know his cheerful little smile had absolutely nothing to do with the information I was about to be given.

 

“He tried to give his jeep a DeathScythe worthy upgrade, as he put it,” Trowa said, nearly rolling his eyes. “And as a result ended up blowing up his car along with nearly half the city block.”

 

He gave me a quizzical look before asking in a rather monotone voice, “Have you been hiding under a rock for the past couple of weeks? Duo's little adventure has been the main topic of discussion here as well as on the news for the past two weeks. Needless to say Une had a fun time explaining that one to the P&B Main Branch (1),” he muttered under his breath.

 

I couldn't help it. I just stood there doing my best impression of a landed trout on a hot day, knowing with all my heart and soul that I shouldn't be all that surprised. I mean this was Duo Maxwell we were talking about here, but still…nearly a WHOLE city block; and Trowa was right. Where the hell had I been while all of this was going on!?

 

My proverbial jaw rested on the proverbial ground for about another half millisecond or so before something of dire importance suddenly occurred to me.

 

I only had a bike; which in turn meant, were I give my consent and actually give Duo a ride; he would be in very close contact with me on a gyrating object for an extended amount of time.

 

I barely noticed the still talking Trowa and the off white walls of the locker room fade away as my imagination took over. My heart began to race with the sudden forbidden thoughts slicing across my minds eye, like the wind-swept shards of a shattered mirror; nearly every fantasy and thought involving the braided former pilot reflecting back to me in every piece.

 

He'd more than likely have to wrap his arms around me to keep from blowing away in the wind. Holding me from behind just like he was yesterday.

 

His crotch pressed tightly against my backside and powerful thighs tensing alongside my own in order to keep from falling.

 

The only barrier between us would be the thin material of our clothes, and even that would be next to nothing. Gods it wouldn't take much, just a slight bump or dip in the road and…

 

“-fei…?”

 

I'd come…

 

“Wufei…?”

 

Tumbling down like…

 

“Wufei!”

 

It was all I could do to keep a firm grip on my towel as Trowa's voice nearly scared the be-Jesus out of me, bringing my heated thoughts to a screeching halt.

 

Damn! When did he get so close? My eyes nearly crossed over themselves as they tried to keep steady contact with the worried forest green ones staring right into them.

 

“Wufei are you alright?” he asked, scrunching his forehead in concern. “You dazed out on me for a second there.” I could feel my cheeks beginning to heat as the reason for my recent bout of inattentiveness flared through my thoughts. Gods, could I not even control myself in public now?

 

Trowa saw the slight blush staining my cheeks and he cocked an eyebrow in confusion before just as quickly obtaining an all knowing grin. “What were you thinking about?” he snickered, lowering his gaze to the front of my tightly clenched towel.

 

I didn't need to look to know that I more than likely had a very interesting protrusion disrupting the front of the white terry cloth. I could feel at that very moment that my face was about point five seconds in counting from blowing up.

 

“Alright I'll take him if you really need me too,” I rushed in my attempt to divert his attention away from the joining of my thighs. Gods this was embarrassing, why was I being tortured like this?!

 

Pivoting on my heel hard enough to nearly twist an ankle…again, I reached for my spare set of clothing and quickly began to dress. My back was turned in obvious dismissal as I tugged a plain white tee over my head, quickly reaching to pull out my sopping wet hair and pile it onto the top of my head in messy wet heap.

 

I couldn't help but to grimace as the some of the now ice cold strands slipped from my bun and slid like frozen, wet little warms down my neck and face.

 

Damn it, I'll probably have to leave it out if I want it to be completely dry at least by evening. Why do I keep all this hair again?

 

“Good. Duo will meet you in your office around three or so.” Said the retreating voice. I didn't bother to turn around, saving myself the strain on my neck and nerves. They could all be so damn trying.

 

“Alright, goodbye Barton.” I felt more than heard his good bye as the locker room doors shut behind his back. I waited a good ten minutes or so before dropping my towel to hurry and tug my black briefs. I don't think I could handle another unexpected visitor. Plus I was damn cold!

 

The ancestors of my deceased clan must be having the time of their after lives screwing around with my life at the moment. I am so confused and lost about just about everything concerning Duo and myself. So many questions with so very few answers; but the one currently bothering me the most had to be taken care of immediately.

 

How in the hell am I supposed to make it all the way to Duo with the aforementioned practically sitting on my ass the entire way there.

 

Being as engrossed in my own inner turmoil as I was I never even noticed the tiny white flashes as I left out of the door opposite of the one Trowa had used earlier.

 

Why did I get the feeling that today was going to be a very, very long day?

 

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Hey all, ok please don't hate me. I know it's been long as hell since my last update but I've had writers block like a bitch. And I am so so so grateful to everyone who's been continuously R&R and pretty much telling me to get my ass on the ball. So thankies go out to:

 

Anna2b2j - this chik actually e-mailed my personal address. Anna luv thanks. You really did make me feel all warm gooey inside.

 

Tsuonae - please don't cry. Look see, I updated. I don't know how to handle crying people!!!!!

 

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Pixie Smith - hunny thanx for the review. I love a few of your stories too. So Ill keep up the good work if you do the same luv.

 

Silverblaise - baby cakes I cant wait for the sleepover either. Definitely gonna have to post that chapter on MM. `WINK' `WINK'

 

And to everyone else. THANK YOU ALL from the bottom of my perverted gooey little heart!!!