Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ kiss of a dragon ❯ K.O.D. Ch. 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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.

 

Pairings: 2X5, 3X4, 1XH. Ya know, after much consideration and a grave over-looking on my part I've decided to pair Heero with good ole' Hilde. I love that girl; I honestly don't know why I didn't think of it before. Anyhoo, ON WITH THE FIFTH PRODIGY?!?!?!?!?!...Uh, I mean chapter.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did, but I don't. Very poor person so it really would be a waste of time and money 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 5

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Ok, so this was it. I'd spent the majority of the day doing my very best to avoid Maxwell at ever turn… and it wasn't easy. I am also quite aware that he'd spent a good majority of his day trying to hunt me down... at least according to Sally anyway.

 

But now, now he was unavoidable. I couldn't ru- um… avoid him any longer. The work day had ended, it was time to leave. I'd already revved the engine and was just placing my helmet over my head when the source of my most recent turbulent thoughts materialized behind me like a fricken braided phantom.

 

“Hey-ya Fei-Fei!” He yelled, throwing his left leg over the side of my bike, long legs partially blocking the side image of a silver embroidered dragon representing my long dead clan.

 

I damn near had heart failure when he settled behind me and scooted closer to get comfortable.

 

My gloved hands strangled the handle bars as my breathing hitched to near fatal levels.

 

Get yourself under control Chang; you've still got a bit of a ride ahead of you.

 

A hand lightly touched my left shoulder in the middle of my `pep talk' startling me. I was so damn high strung I didn't even give my, eh-…slight response a second thought.

 

My elbow cocked back on its own, immediately driving backward at lighting speed. The blow was meant to drive the nasal cartilage of whomever my unfortunate opponent happened to be, into their brain, causing instant death, accompanied by a lot of pain. Quick pain, but painful pain none the less.

 

Fortunately enough I was aiming at someone with reflexes to rival a fricken cats, let alone my own.

 

The long fingers loosely wrapped around my right bicep tightened slightly as the warm breath on the back of my neck brought me back to my senses.

 

“Ya know Fei,” he muttered as the arm pinning my left hand to my side tightened even more when I jerked away from the sudden contact. “I'm a little offended that you would try to bash my nose into my brains just because of a simple question.”

 

My mind whirled; this situation was looking eerily familiar.

 

“I wasn't trying to bash your nose in.” I muttered. “You should know better than to sneak up on me like that.”

 

I knew it was a ridiculous thing to say before the last syllable even left my mouth, his grip loosened and I could actually feel the incredulous look he was giving me.

 

“Sneak up on yo-…, Wufei I was talking to you the entire time,” he said scandalized, “from a distance!” his voice was rising in pitch with every word, although I couldn't really blame him for getting a little excited.

 

“…and there's no way in hell you can tell me you didn't know I was sitting right behind you the ENTIRE time, STILL talking I might add!”

 

Ok, I will admit…to myself that he did startle me; but I'll dress in drag and river dance before Une and all the organization before I ever admit that to him.

 

I snatched my arms back from the hold, firmly planting my hands back on the bars of my bike, even going so far as to scooch forward a few more inches. Getting at least a few molecules of space between the both of us was a must for my dignity, or at least what was left of it.

 

“Whatever Maxwell,” I growled in my irritation at being caught so off guard. “Are you ready?”

 

I certainly was, the sooner we arrived at his apartment the sooner I could lock myself in the bathroom and proceed with my body's involuntary fit of convulsions in peace.

 

“You still haven't answered my question.” He muttered as he crossed his arms across his chest…at least I'm assuming that's what he was doing, seeing as to how I couldn't actually see him with my back turned.

 

Wait a minute, what question, I thought puzzled.

 

His long suffering sigh served to send shivers down my spine and effectively bring me back to present.

 

He blew out another breath right onto the back of my neck. I swear he did that on purpose! He's been…

 

“You weren't listening to a word I said were you?” he said, leaning back slightly to reach into the pocket of his jeans.

 

My eyes widened involuntarily at the sudden move. Ok, and this is where I am grade A, certified to begin panicking. The further back he leaned the closer his jean clad crotch got to my jean clad ass and if I scooted any further my own jean clad crotch would have a very unpleasant meeting with the front of my gundanium clad bike. (1)

 

So, I sat and pretended of course that I hadn't a care in the world. Not one single solitary care as I was pretty much dry humped on my bike, in the middle of the day, in the middle of Preventers parking lot as my rider dug around for something apparently lost in the deep dark unfathomable depths of his pocket. Grinding, rubbing, pushing and just plain moving -unnecessarily I'm sure- the ENTIRE time.

 

All I could do was sit, grit and bear it...on a rather large vibrating vehicle no less. I really should cut the damn engine; my gas was just wasting away along with my sanity and control. I was beginning to sweat bullets and am quite sure that my usual tan complexion was more along the color scale of lobster-esque by now.

 

I couldn't help it, my mind was inconveniently supplying a truck-load of really, really inappropriate images far too fast for my poor psyche to process. My body on the other hand was having no trouble what so ever keeping up, and up was definitely a bad direction for any part of my anatomy to be heading right now.

 

My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to escape with each and every beat as the seemingly endless seconds ticked by; and just as the perv in me was providing a particularly vivid image involving a very naked me, a Duo in leather, and oddly enough, a plate of sushi, I was brought back to the present by…

 

`A hair tie' I thought, blinking owlishly at the small black band being held centimeters from my eyeballs. My eyes followed the pale thumb and forefinger holding the thing before my face to an equally pale wrist and arm before craning my neck over my shoulder to settle on two amused amethyst eyes.

 

“Your hair.” He said, still grinning at me and holding the tie.

 

My, hair? I thought confused.

 

I can only assume he noticed the confusion on my face since he then decided to elaborate on the whole hair comment. “This,” he said wiggling the little black band in my face, “is for your hair.”

 

And then it clicked. My mind finally caught up and filled me in on why Duo would be offering me the tiny black band in the first place. I'd forgotten that I left my hair out to dry after my shower earlier that morning. I forbid my mind from going any further into the more embarrassing events following the washing of my hair, for, obvious reasons of course.

 

“Take it from someone who already made that fatal mistake once and once only Fei-Fei, riding with the locks flowing free is a definite no no.” He grimaced. “Not that you don't look dead sexy with it out and all, and I'm sure everyone who saw you today would agree with me whole heartedly, but you really should tie it back. For your sake and mine,” he added under his breath. Probably thought I didn't hear him.

 

So, for the sake of argument as well as the tiny fact that he had actually made a valid point I took the tiny band from his hand and pulled my hair into its usual tight pony tail. I immediately pulled my silver and black helmet over my head to avoid any more conversation after that, if we didn't get a move on Duo would probably sit here and run my ear into the ground for as long as I let him.

 

He must have seen the whole helmet action as his cue as he did the same, pulling his own black helmet seemingly out of nowhere. Tapping it a couple times to secure it on his head he leaned forward and scooted his butt back; wrapping his arms loosely around my middle. He squeezed lightly to signal that he was ready and settled in for the ride.

 

Well, it was nice to know that he was all honky dory and ready to go, I on the other hand was trying desperately to regulate my breathing by saying my ABC's, in Mandarin, backward; it wasn't working. His clasped fingers had dropped way to close to the branch and berries for my poor imagination to handle, all I could do was hope upon hope that he just thought it was the vibrations of the bike and not me doing all the trembling.

 

Nataku I swear if you get me…us through this trip alive and with no more embarrassment toward my person I'll build you a shrine. Ok, maybe not a shrine but I will be eternally grateful; and so, with that happy little prayer I revved the engine, kicked the stand and rode off into the sunset for a doom fi-…eh- I mean fun-filled night at Duo Maxwell's brand new abode.

 

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Duo ripped the helmet from his head and hopped off the bike before it even came to a complete stop in front of the condos garage. “Jesus Wufei what the hell were you thinking!” He shouted angrily. I calmly took my own helmet from my head before replying just as calmly that, “I was trying to make the light.”

 

It was kind of amusing how his jaw just sort of fell as he stared at my subdued expression. Then he just kind of, exploded in all directions. His arms shot up into the air, flapping frantically as if he were attempting to fly as his voice once again rose in pitch, his braid looked to be bristling like the tail of a spooked cat as he spread his legs as if bracing himself for something.

 

That's all fine and dandy SPEED RACER but did ya have to nearly make old lady a la road kill in the process?! You almost hit her you loon! (2)

 

I ignored the loon comment entirely, ready to fire back with a retort of my own. “The elderly should not attempt to cross the street alone, nor should they attempt to cross at heavy intersections during rush hour when it is perfectly clear that they have not been given the signal to do so.” He just kind of blinked at me after that, like he had absolutely no clue how or what to respond.

 

Time seemed to stand still for little while after that. The wind blew and sound was a distant murmur in the background, he stared at me sitting on my still running bike and I stared at him, standing there staring at me. I almost expected a tumble weed to blow by at any second; I saw an old candy wrapper pass by instead. Eh, good enough, I thought absently.

 

The stand/sit off ended abruptly when he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy and said in an eerily curious manner. “Tell me Fei, did you ever in the past maim and or brutally murder a small green cricket that went by the name of Jiminy. (3)

 

And now it was my turn to stare dumbly. “What?”

 

“Never mind,” he muttered shaking his head. “Forget it, grab the bags will ya.” He turned to leave swinging the black helmet over his shoulder as he dug around in that same black hole of a pocket before producing a small shiny silver key.

 

All I could do was kill the engine and follow carrying my own helmet and both our bags. I packed lightly and apparently so did he, heh; I guess old habits die hard. Who can afford to pack heavily when one may have to pick up and run for there lives at any given second. The war was over but…well, like I said, old habits still die hard. Habits like lov-um liking a comrade in arms that could never feel the same for a broken down warrior.

 

I have come to except my attraction to the man with the foot and a half long braid. I have also accepted that the feeling could in no way shape or form be mutual. I just can't seem to convince that itty bitty shred of something deep inside me that keeps hoping that I'm wrong to just curl up and die.

 

I need to find better methods of coping with that irritating little something, meditating just isn't cutting it the way it used to.

 

“Hey Fei, you coming in or are ya just gonna stand there staring at the door knob for the rest of your natural born life?” Huh, damn I've have got to stop zoning out like that. My eyes rose on their own accord to stare through the arched doorway of my certain doom, the Maxwell residence.

 

Alright Chang, you can do this, it's too late to turn back now. Besides what could possibly happen in one night? So, contemplating life love and crickets named jiminy I walked over the thresh hold into Duo's apartment, pulling the door shut behind me.

 

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(1) - The whole gundamium comment might confuse some of you. Well, I've decided that our poor little WuWu could never completely part with his beloved Nataku so he created his helmet and bike (motorcycle not bicycle) from the leftovers. Duo has one too, it's still under construction though.

(2) - Speed Racer, ya get it! Oooook, maybe not.

(3) - Ok, for those of you who have seen Pinocchio, you know what I'm talking about, right? You know, “and always let your conscience be your guide.” Basically saying here that Fei-babe doesn't have one…a conscience I mean…um yeah. MOVING ON!

 

Ok, now that that is over with…I AM SOOOOO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE BUT I DO HAVE MY REASONS, and I'm pretty sure you don't really care to hear them, but to all of you wonderful, beautiful and fantabulous reviewers out there. Thank you sooo much for sticking with me on this. Here are just a few of what the lovelies out there had to say.

 

Demonskid says: please hurry up on updating I find this fic very amusing

 

MeLaiya says: I will do my best with updates and amusing is definitely the direction I'm headed in…well, one of many

 

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Nasa Owd Maxwell says: MUWAGGH!! I thought this had vanished off the face of the earth! *purrs happily*Poor, tormented Wufei...

 

MeLaiya says: No my love it is plastered to the earth's face and therefore can never vanish. NEVEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!! And yes, I do love a wonderfully, sexually tormented Wufei.

 

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Moonjava: You've reviewed a couple of my works, including this one so I pretty much recognize you when you do. I'd just like to say thank you for your support.

 

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BananaRum: The same to you sweet cheeks, your name has popped up often enough for me to recognize and I'd just like to say thank you.

 

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NekuYasha says: Hiya! Just wanted to say that this was another great chapter! I'm really liking this. This chapter presented a few more small errors than the last and I tried to e-mail you but the e-mail came back saying it wasn't right. Is there somewhere I CAN e-mail you? Thanx and Keep it up! ANDHiya! That was awesome! I don't care too much for Wuffers, but a really good story can draw me in no matter what. And this is one of those stories. A plus is that you're one of the few that actually seems to have a good grasp on Spelling and Grammar! Constructively, the only things I could find were: 1) myself is all one word, no -, and 2) 'souls of the feet' is spelled soles. Other than those 2 tiny things it's nigh on perfect!

 

MeLaiya says: thanks Neku Y. I really do appreciate any constructive criticism as well as the fact that I was able to draw you into something you usually don't read. *sniff* if makes me fell all warm and snoogly inside. Thank you luv.

 

There are so many more so I can't respond to all of them plus my fingers are starting to cramp. But to all of the rest of you out there, thank you. I LOVE YOU ALL, REALLY I DO!!!