Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Midnight Angel ❯ chapter seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Midnight Angel

part seven

A flash of lightning revealed that the stranger was Wufei, standing at the
end of the bed, pillow in his right arm, blanket draped over his left.

"Fei?" he whispered.

"Maxwell?" came the quiet reply. "Can we pretend to be nothing but children, and I
can sleep over without a second thought on pride or rules or whatnot?"

//What's wrong with him?//

"Sure, come here... would you want to lie in the middle?... Or no, that's not
a bright idea... I don't know howHeero would react to waking up not next to me
but you."

Duo scooted into the middle of the oversized bed and Wufei crawled in on his left side.

"Wufei?"

"Hm?"

"May I ask why you want to sleep over?"

"... I... had a ... nightmare...."

Wufei obviously didn't want to let Duo in on what he had dreamt, so the braided
boy didn't push the issue any further. He knew that sometimes it was hard to
talk about bad dreams when they just had occured. He could wait for a few days.
Then he would pester his Chinese friend again. And he _would_ get an answer,
because he was really intrigued what kind of nightmare sent the proud warrior
run to his friends for comfort.

He fell asleep once more, never noticing that in their sleep he and Wufei had star-
ted to embrace each other like the little children Wufei had wanted them to act as.

When Quatre entered Duo's and Heero's room the next morning, he grinned at the
sight that presentet itself to him:

Duo and Wufei lay face to face, both heads on Maxwell's pillow, Wufei's between
them, both cuddling up to it as if it were their favorite plush toy and embracing
each other. Silently Quatre closed their door again.

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Heero slowly woke from a strange dream, where he had been chasing after a
naked Duo with pointed ears who was dancing just out of his reach. Deeper
and deeper he had followed his friend into the forest, when suddenly all
playful demeanor vanished from the boy he thought he knew.

"You discovered my secret, Heero, now bear the consequence ... die!"

And with these words, Duo plunged a silver rapier deep into Heero's chest,
laughing madly as the life slowly flowed from his former friend.

//What a weird dream...// he thought. Looking to his side, where Duo was
supposed to be peacefully sleeping, he noticed four things.

First : Wufei las lying next to Duo, both holding each other like lovers.

Second: that sight gave him a raging hard-on.

Third : seeing those two together filled him with a feeling that those two
belonged to each other; but a dull ache in his chest told him that
he would rather have himself in either Duo's or Wufei's position,
and finally

Fourth: since Duo slept in nothing but his boxers tonight, he could see Duo's
bare back, and there he noticed twin scars running down his shoulder-
blades.

In a somewhat detached state of mind, he watched his hand moving on it's own
account, wonderingly tracing one of those faint white marks on Duo's pale back.
Under that soft touch, his American friend started to stir. He quickly removed
his hand, but Duo had already woken up. Carefully disentangling himself from
Wufei, Duo turned to face his cobalt-eyed room-mate.

"G'mornin, Heero" he whispered.

"What is Wufei doing here?" Heero inqired in an equally quiet voice.

"Well, you'd have to know that, don't you?"

"Hn"

"Thought so... he had a nightmare and didn't want to sleep alone afterwards.
So he came here and asked if he could sleep over."

"Oh"

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too..."

From that softly spoken dialogue, Wufei woke up. The first things he saw were
Duo's incredibly long braid and long white twin scars on his back.

"Huh?" he murmured intelligently.

"Well, good morning to you, too, Wu!" Duo quipped good-naturedly.

"Oh, Maxwell... Yui... Good morning."

"Didja sleep better here?" Wufei slightly blushed.

"Yes, Maxwell, I did. Thank you."

Heero, on his side of the bed, was silently replaying last night's events and
Zechs' parting words. Without warning, he held his hand onto Duo's forehead,
withdrawing it instantly with a murmured "ouch". Concerned, he addressed his friend

"You are burning up, Duo, I think your fever has returned. How are you feeling?"

"Huh? Oh, fine.... I think. A bit sleepy, but otherwise fine."

With a formerly unknown gentle tone underlying his words, Heero told him to go
back to sleep, indicating with a wave of his hand that Wufei should leave the
room. Wrapping his own blanket around his waist, making sure that the tell-tale
bulge in his groin-area wouldn't be noticed, he followed Wufei, grabbing his
clothes on his way out.

Quietly he padded to the bathroom, only to find it's door locked. Tentatively
he knocked. Quatre's voice answered

"Who's there?"

"Heero. When are you ready? I need a shower."

Quiet whispers reached his ear. Then, Trowa's voice

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit." Quiet snickering, then a gasp and a low
moan. Sighing Heero shook his head.

Picturing in his head what those two were doing, his erection got even harder,
painfully so. Moaning quietly he slid down the wall into a sitting position on the
floor. Making sure nobody could see him, he slid his hand into the bedsheet, still
wrapped around his waist.

Softly he touched his own erection. Closing his eyes, in his mind he replaced his
hand with Duo's, sliding softly up and down his stiff member. He could feel the
silken skin of his friend's fingers curl around his cock, sliding up and down,
up and down, sqeezing him softly.

An involuntary groan slipped from his lips. This was sweet bliss, and even though
the rational part of his mind screamed at him that what he was doing was wrong,
that thinking about Duo in this way was wrong, and that anyone could happen to cross
this corridor at any moment and see him, he just didn't care. It felt just too good.

He tried something new and conjured up a picture of Duo's mouth closing around
his straining member. He could feel the moist cavern of the braided one's mouth
encircling him, swallowing him, teasing the underside of his shaft with his
tongue. An appreciative moan startled him into the here and now.

Opening his eyes warily, he saw a chestnut-haired head bobbing up and down between
his spread legs, the blanket lying on the floor. He shook his head, and as he looked
again, it was his own hand, it's motion hidden under the blanket.

//Woah, what a vivid imagination I have...//

Closing his eyes again, he rested his head back against the wall once more, an
expression of raw pleasure on his upturned face. Stroking faster now, he slowly
came close to climax, when a soft 'clic' suddenly froze his motion as well as
the blood in his veins.

His eyes snapped open and he looked directly into the lense of a camera, held by
Zechs who started to double over with laughter. Heero felt his erection shrink
into non-existance.

"Peacecrack!" he growled menacingly, using Duo's nickname for Relena
without really noticing.

"Give me that fucking thing!" Zechs tossed it into his free hand.

"There *snicker* was no film in it anyway... *snicker*... what a pity..."

Another soft click indicated that the bathroom door was being unlocked and
opened. Quatre and Trowa came out, slowly taking in the scene before them.

"What happened?" Quatre asked, his aqua eyes pinned to Heero's non-visible hand,
still trapped within the blanket, still curled around his now-soft member.

"You don't want to know." Heero growled at him through clenched teeth, a threat
of violence evident in his voice. Zechs noticed that Heero obviously couldn't
take a joke like this. He shrugged.

"Ne, Heero, I'm sorry. Had I known you'd react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

"How _did_ you expect me to react, Wind?" Heero was far from being calmed down.

"Umm.... well.... Duo would have laughed his ass off, I'd say."

"Well, Zechs, but whatever happened, you should have considered that Heero is
quite the opposite of Duo..." Trowa decided to interject. Zechs had a rather
sheepish look on his face now.

"Yeah, should have thought about that, now, shouldn't I?"

Quatre decided to change the topic.

"Say, Heero, how is Duo this morning?" Heero's eyes softened considerably.

"He _says_ he is sleepy but otherwise fine... BUT he _is_ burning up with a high
fever. I suggested that he should sleep a little longer"

"Did he whine _very_ much?"

"Hmmm.... to be honest, Trowa, he didn't whine at all. I guess he was too tired
to do so."

"Ummm, well, the bathroom is free now, Heero. Come, Tro, let's go and make some
breakfast."

"I'm afraid Wufei beat you two to that. Oh, and Heero?... did he come out of your
room, or was that my imagination going astray?"

"Duo said that Wufei wanted to sleep over because of a nightmare, or something
like that. I didn't pay too much attention to his ramblings."

"As usual." Quatre remarked.

"Hn!" Heero entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He was finally
alone with his thoughts.