Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lonely Hearts ❯ Confessions and Comfort ( Chapter 5 )

Lonely Hearts

Chapter 5

WuFei grumbled when he reached over to where Heero was * supposed * to be and touched nothing but a cold sheet. He didn't let that ruin the warm feeling of a peaceful sleeping Duo Maxwell on his chest however. Duo had his head nestled in the crook of his neck, soft and even breathing washing over dark toned skin. WuFei ran a gentle hand over the sleeping pilot's face, lingering at the bandage wrapped around his head. He frowned at that.

While Heero was asleep not long after they had finished the drawn out and very nice bath, WuFei had had time to figure out his own feelings for both pilots. He valued Heero's strength, integrity and physical prowess. Also his ability to make things seem better with a physical touch.

Duo's effects on him were slightly different. He seemed to be the embodiment of life to the Shenlong pilot. His usual high spirits, joking manor and love of laughter made him an important part of his life. WuFei couldn't deny the boys constant chattering was annoying but he loved that voice, no matter what came out of those now pursed cherry lips.

Despite himself WuFei leaned down, curiosity about how those lips felt against his killing him and captured Duo. Just as he suspected, though lax in his slumber, Duo's lips were soft, warm and sweet. He was also greeted with the added surprise of a slight force back. He opened his eyes to see Duo, half awake now at the gentle touch and kissing him back. His eyes were still shut, body seeming to act on instinct. WuFei pulled away from the sleepy, angelic boy's lips and waited for him to open his eyes.

WuFei was not disappointed, for as soon as the kiss ended Duo opened his eyes, foggy from sleep and then confusion as he regarded WuFei. The boy's face went from slack to the most adorable confused look WuFei had ever seen.

"Kawaii." He whispered, running soft fingers along those cherry lips.

"Hua? Fei…why did you..."

"Because I could… and you're too tempting for your own good Duo."

Duo did not cease to look confused and even a little bit hurt. WuFei sighed. /Now or never./

"Duo I am sorry for confusing you. And I am sorry for hurting you…"

"You didn't do this OZ did..."

"No that's not what I meant. What I meant is hurting you emotionally. I didn't know you cared. I don't know if you do but. I do care about you Duo, a lot. Probably as much as I care about Heero."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That I love you and I am sorry for not telling you sooner."

Duo's jaw dropped, but he forced himself to pick it back up. WuFei loved him? Impossible, he was in love with Heero. They were going out together already. There was no way WuFei could love him. Or anyone for that matter it was just impossible…wasn't it?

"He is right you know..."

Duo practically jumped out of his skin when Heero's voice joined in the conversation. He calmed though as WuFei rubbed his back, soothing away the surprise. Heero lit a few candles so they could have some light. He sat down on the edge of the bed, running a hand though Duo's loose hair.

"Sure know how to scare a guy." Duo mumbled.

"Sumimasen. But Wufei is right. He does care for you as much as he does for me." Duo cringed fearing some kind of violent action. "But it is ok with me."

"It is?"

"Hai… I feel the same way."

Duo laid there for a moment or two in shock. His mind frantically attempting to put this together as fast as tear it apart because part of him didn't think this could be possible. //Ok Fei says he loves me… and Heero says he loves me too... and they love each other and I love them... I can NOT be this lucky there is no way…. Someone loves me. No two someone's love me. There is no way... Oh God if only it were true…// before he realized it he was sitting in Heero's lap sobbing into the Perfect Soldier's shoulder over the internal conflict. He didn't know what hurt more accepting the fact he might be dreaming or the fact that this was real.

*****

Heero held Duo tightly, running a hand though his hair to sooth the poor boy. Absently he realized how light Duo was, how well he seemed to fit in his arms, much like WuFei did, and how much he really enjoyed being this close, finally, to the fey creature known as Duo Maxwell.

Duo meant so much to him, beyond the fact he was absolutely gorgeous, nearing the definition of sensual, his smiles, whit, jokes, everything that was Duo mad Heero happy, though usually he didn't show it. He could see in his lover's Onyx eyes that the braided boy meant the same to him. He was confused though, how something that should make Duo happy is making him cry.

"I'm sorry Duo. I… I didn't mean to make you cry…"

"Isok." He sniffled. "But... are you two ... I mean do you *both* love me? Or are you just joking?"

"Duo we would never joke about something this important. Dai suki Duo."

"I knew I shoulda'... learned more Japanese…" Duo mumbled into Heero's shoulder, earning a chuckle.

"It means I love you. And I do." Heero tipped Duo's face up to his, fixing an honest and caring cobalt gaze on those trembling orchid, and he smiled. Duo nearly broke up laughing, he'd never seen Heero actually smile like that, not for him anyway.

"Baka. We've always liked you. But I guess we were all afraid to say anything."

"How bout you Fei?"

"Honestly… I thought you and Trowa were…"

Duo laughed nearly falling out of Heero's grasp and onto the floor. Both Asian boys looked at him oddly.

"Trowa is the guy I can relate to the best. He's always been with Quatre even before they were really an item."

"Then why did you two always go out."

"Simple... harass the locals."

Heero groaned and WuFei rolled his eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Because it is something I love to do? It adds to my charm?"

"Hai." Both responded at the same time.

They talked a while longer, trying to figure out exactly how this little three-way would work. Eventually they just figured let fate decide where it went, it had taken them this far. The storm outside began to die down when the candles had burned out, the three pilots had long since fallen asleep, Duo still in-between his two lovers half believing the situation half not. There was one thing that was unanimously decided.

No one told Quatre until they had at least had one night together.

"Though you guys realize if he is around he will KNOW were together. Neither of you are exactly quiet…"

"Baka…"

"Yeah but I'm YOUR baka."

"Damn right ... go to sleep Maxwell…"

"Ok Wu-bear."

"He is going to call you that constantly… oyasumi"

*****

He had been right; the skin beneath his lips was the sweetest he had ever tasted, as were the sounds that occasionally made it past the seal of lips above him. They had the safe house to themselves for two days when their mission was over and it was very rare that the newcomer in their group made it out of bed without being tackled, kissed, petted, licked, sucked... just the thought of it made him shiver. Onyx eyes glanced up the pail, sweat covered planes of a stomach, a chest up to where Heero continued to seem intent on devouring the very eager braided beauty they had been torturing for days. WuFei didn't think that anything could be this wonderful, two lovers, two people to care for, to have to care for him. This was indeed heaven.

Heero moved away from Duo as the boy nearly screamed down his throat as WuFei coaxed him over the edge of ecstasy again and again. He doubted he'd get tired of that sound. He soothed the dazed pilot, watching the lights dance behind Duo's eyes before sharing a soul tasting kiss with WuFei. If he weren't so warn out from earlier that morning the taste of Duo on someone else's lips would have made him harder then the proverbial rock. But both of his companions were vigorous, devious little teases who hardly let him rest. He was learning to appreciate this odd turn of luck.

"Ok… can't do that again…. Sleepy…" Duo murmured body quaking in aftershocks. If afterglow was going to be like this for the rest of his life Duo was sure he was a 100 watt bulb. He snuggled up to one warm, hard muscled body as the second lounged behind him. / Ok This is perfect./

Someone knocked on the door.

"Nani?"

"Umm… Heero… Fei are you guys ok in there? Have you seen Duo?" came the timid voice of Quatre R. Winner. Behind him on the other side of the door the dragging overtired feet of one warn out Trowa Barton slogged past the door to their room intent on collapsing in bed and staying there for a while.

"I'm here Q-chan sleepy go way…"

"Duo?"

"Hummm?"

"You… are you ok?"

There was a very long pause before an answer.

"My ass is killing me."

Wufei chuckled softly at the sound of Quatre's blush on the other side of the door and the sound of him quickly heading to join his lover. Heero shut Duo up with a soft kiss tangling his hands in all that silken hair that was slowly getting snarled. Duo sighed purring almost.

"Duo- koi?"

"Humm?"

"Are you ok?"

"Never been better Hee-chan. Why?"

"Wondering… if your heart didn't hurt any more."

Duo smiled sweetly at them both before closing his eyes, just soaking in the moment, the bliss and the comfort Heero and WuFei gave off in that confined space. He had grown used to the smell of Heero's skin, the way WuFei liked to sleep on his stomach, how both of them were morning people but would wait for him to wake up before going anywhere. When he was in the house he never felt guilty for being found drawing the two of them, or for sneaking up and hugging one of them from behind. /Heero squeaks its so cute!/ he was never worried about being cold, or alone, or that either of them would leave him. They were all tied together. They all loved each other. He smiled a bit more and sighed.

"It's not so lonely anymore."

The three rested for a few hours, the occasional soft kiss or caress shared between them. On the table of the room lay the picture of Heero and Wufei, only it was modified. In between them, sharing the embrace, an orchid winged angel looked back at the viewer, the other two joining his gaze. All three smiled warmly, bodies pressed against one another taking up as much skin as they could manage between them, not wanting to loose contact. They looked perfect together, these three. A title was scrawled out on the bottom of the picture, dated with the initials DM 195.

"Lonely Hearts United."

Owari

Whooboy that took a while… sorry no real lemon I just can't get myself to write one yet it seems. And… I don't think it woulda worked well with this story. There might be a sequel, I dunno depends on my muses who are thinking about my new series and are all giddy about it. Please tell me what you think and I apologize if it didn't end the way you thought it would, this is how the muses ended it.