Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Reluctant Companion ❯ Chapter 8

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Chapter Eight

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Betaed by Skippyscatt

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Milliardo just stood looking at Wufei. "If you don't want to, I can't force you to. But I will be
very disappointed. I thought you a man of honor. When you give your word, you keep it.
Even when that promise is incredibly inconvenient. Like taking on my re-education. So ..."

Wufei just sighed. "You won't like it. And I'd like to know the second part now, please."

"An explanation. Then we ... I don't think we can call it making love. Not yet. And I'm really
not fond of the expression fuck. Crude. And I don't want anything crude between us. Do
you understand?"

Wufei shook his head. "No, not really. But at this stage ... I'm prepared to offer comfort
each other' as an appropriate phrase."

Milliardo bowed his head. "That is a very good phrase. Please. If you're trying to delay this, I
do understand. If you're going to say no get it over with."

Wufei thought about it for a moment then decided. He was tired of hiding. He had nothing
to be ashamed of.

"I'd prefer to do this in the bedchamber. In case anyone comes in, you understand. Please?"

Milliardo just started up the stairs. "Do your feet trouble you?"

"Yes, but I'm fine to get up the stairs on my own. I'm not tired."

Milliardo led the way into the bedchamber and then just stood there. He wasn't sure what to
do now. He let Wufei lead the way.

Wufei just pointed to the soft easy chair by the fire place. "Sit there. It'll make it easier when
you get sick."

Milliardo just settled into the chair and raised one eyebrow.

Wufei stood before his slave and methodically unbuttoned the tiny frogs that marched down
the front of his tunic from high neck to just below his waist. The split coat tails went clear to
his mid calf. Next he took off the under tunic, pulling it off over his head. Milliardo blinked,
Wufei's shoulders were speckled with tiny burn marks, like he'd been showered with sparks.

He folded the two garments together and set them on a small table. Milliardo raised an
eyebrow. He expected Wufei to drop them on the floor then make him pick them up later.
He appreciated the consideration.

Wufei next knelt to remove his slippers and socks. The silk slid off his flesh with a soft
susurrus. Milliardo had to close his eyes from the sight before him. He'd thought it would be
bad. He was right. When Wufei dropped his drawstring trousers to the floor all Milliardo
could do was bite his tongue.

Wufei's legs and feet were fire scared, so badly in fact that he was missing parts of two toes.
The scars were worse on his feet and faded gradually as they went up his legs. There were a
few marks on his thighs and one on his stomach very near his groin. That one looked more like
a brand of some kind.

Milliardo fought a losing war with his insides. He managed to get to the jakes just in time.
When he returned, he found that Wufei hadn't moved a muscle. He was treated to a good
view of his back. The scars covered the back of his legs just to the middle of his calves.

Wufei reached for his trousers and Milliardo covered his hand with a much larger one.

"Don't. Get on the bed please. I think I need to hold you for this. I have to know what
happened."

Wufei kept his head down as Milliardo led him to the bed crawled onto it and reached out for
him. He went readily enough and settled himself against Milliardo, his head on one shoulder
and an arm draped over his stomach. He carefully kept his legs away.

"My story . . . my story begins. I was born. Not much of a beginning as things go but very
important. I was born a son of the Clan of the Dragon. The ruling clan of Chin. I was taught,
as children are, but what I was taught and what was actually expected of me were two
completely different things. So I was conflicted from the first. Also, my people don't tolerate
wizardry, sorcery, magic; whatever you choose to call it. It's not tolerated. And they don't
much care for those who are wasteful of seed', lovers of other men. I tried to be a dutiful son.
I tried to do as was expected of me. What I was taught. I failed. My lover turned me in to my
father in order to save himself."

"My father ... is a rigid man. What is right for the clan is right. And everything I am is wrong.
Therefore dangerous, perverted and evil."

"So I was sentenced to be burned at the stake."

Milliardo couldn't help a horrified exclamation.

"It wasn't really that bad. The pain was ... endurable. But only because I was getting light
headed from the smoke. Then Heero rode into the town square, took one look at what was
happening and rescued me. He just rode up cut the already weakened ropes and hauled me
over his saddle bow like some fainting maid and rode away. He was going to do business with
my father, but he sent a messenger to him telling him that there was no chance now. He put my
father completely in the wrong and took me away with him. I owe him my life."

Milliardo eased Wufei around until they were in a sort of T shape with Wufei's feet in his
lap. He examined the scared flesh gently.

"It's bad. Do they hurt?"

Wufei tried to take his feet back but Milliardo held them firmly. "No. Only when I stand too
long or squat. Walking a long distance isn't fun either. Surprisingly, my kata don't bother me
nor does fighting."

"I see. I'll have to remember to kiss Heero's feet when I see him. I'd also like a go at your
father. The nerve of him. Condemning you without a thought to your value. He didn't even
allow you a chance to prove what you could do. Unforgivable." Wufei just gave Milliardo a
big-eyed look. Milliardo realized what he'd said and turned an amazing shade of scarlet. "Yes,
I'm a hypocrite. Or not. I just realized that I did exactly the same thing as your father but
instead of Relena suffering. Duo did. I'll have to figure out a way to ... well, you'll ... or ... never
mind, there's no way to make up for what happened to him. It's a wonder anyone can put up
with me. I'm sorry. I'll go to my cot now. And not trouble you again."

Wufei watched as Milliardo broke completely, finally realizing exactly what he'd done. Wufei
knew that Milliardo had resigned himself to his new life without realizing exactly what he'd
done. Milliardo knew the words but he didn't understand really. Now he did.

"If you think I'm letting the first lay' I've had in over four years out of my bed, you're blind
stupid. If you move, I'll chain you to the bed."

Milliardo turned to blink at Wufei, then he grinned. "Well, who knows, maybe I'll like it."

"Or maybe not. However, that's neither here nor there. Lay back down. I ... like this. You're
warm and comfortable."

Milliardo let Wufei wrap himself around him putting his arm around the smaller man. They
dozed off. The emotions had exhausted them.