Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mended Hearts ❯ Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Guess what, still not mine.

Heero flicked the lights on in his room. He set up his laptop and emailed the doctor. With a clenched jaw, he pushed away from the desk. He stormed into the bathroom and glared at his reflection in the mirror. "Baka, what the hell is he thinking?"

"He has every right to seek relations." His reflection smirked back

"No he doesn't. I never gave him permission!"

"And why would he need your permission?"

The sink cracked under Heero's hands. "Because it could endanger the mission!"

His reflection crossed it arms. "Don't think so try again."

"Because personal relationships have no business in war."

Eyebrow rise. "Nope one more time."

Heero threw his fist through the mirror, "Because he's mine!"

His reflection smiled, "Bingo".

Heero looked down at his fist. There were jagged pieces of glass sliced through his knuckles. "Shit."

~Next Day~

Wufei snatched up a towel and left his room. If that map was right there should be a gym down this hallway. Nataku knew he needed some kind of stress relief and if he couldn't get the kind he wanted then he would have to settle with another. Wufei walked into the gym and stopped in his tracks. There was Duo's boyfriend on the mats doing pushups. Wufei tore his eyes away from the clingy sweat pants and toned flesh to claim another mat on the other side of the gym. Unaware of the eyes on him, he began warming up. Kick, thrust, bend, twist and block. Satisfied, he faced his invisible opponent and attacked. Twist and kick, Wufei looked up to find his attack blocked.

Practicing is always better with an opponent who can fight back."

Wufei smirked, "Are you offering?"

Kyle grinned, "Yes."

Quatre wondered down the hall. Trowa had gone to oversee repairs on his Gundam leaving poor Quatre with no one to play with. He grinned remembering just how close Trowa came to spending the afternoon in bed. He entered the gym and his smile fell. Wufei and that guy were rolling around straining on the floor. "What the fuck is going on here!" he snarled barely restraining himself from physically removing that ass from this life.

Wufei and Kyle looked up in surprise. The sudden movement jerked Kyle out of position and he fell with a grunt on Wufei. Quatre saw red. Grabbing Kyle's arm, Quatre lifted him up and threw him to the other mat, taking a protective stance in front of Wufei. "I thought you were with Duo, how dare you mess with Wufei!"

Kyle drug himself up to sit. "Do you always barge in where you aren't wanted or am I special?"

Quatre flushed, "I..."

"You've never interrupted a spar before Quatre, is something wrong?" Wufei interrupted climbing to his feet. Quatre's eyes grew wide. Wufei had been sparing shirtless and his eyes followed the trail of sweat down over his sculpted six pack to disappear through a slight gap in his pants. He shifted uneasily as his own pants grew uncomfortably tight.

"No but I thought he was dating Duo." Quatre flicked invisible lint off his shirt.

"Kyle's just friends with Duo, he's not dating anyone right now." Wufei went over to help Kyle to his feet. Kyle draped his arm over Wufei's shoulder, leaning heavily on him. Catching Quatre's eyes on him, Kyle let his fingers slid down Wufei's chest brushing his nipples.

"Wufei's right. I am not dating anyone, yet." Kyle's smirk widened at the rage on Quatre's face. He turned back to Wufei. "I'm sorry Wufei but I don't think I'll be able to continue this spar."

"Are you alright?" Wufei asked putting his arm around his waist. Kyle's stomach grumbled, he blushed. "Guess I'm a little hungry."

"Come on." Wufei laughed, "Why don't you have lunch with me?"

Kyle glanced at Quatre, "Don't mind if I do. First however, I think we need to shower."

Wufei glanced down at himself. "Ya guess so." Kyle moved to walk away but stumbled, he fell into Wufei's arms.

"I'm sorry, guess I hit the wall harder than I thought."

"It's okay Kyle, it wasn't your fault," he glared at Quatre, "I will help."

"What!" Quatre fumed. As Wufei and Kyle disappeared into the locked room, his hands clenched and he kicked at the mat. "Damn it don't you touch him." Quatre stormed out to look for Trowa.

Author's Note: Thank you Tonie and Kawaii Jade for the reviews. Reviews always welcomed.