Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dance ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

1x5 part 4

 

A/N- sorry for the delay

Dawn brought more rain - and winds so strong Wufei could hear them whistling through the thick walls of his apartment. It matched his mood perfectly. He sighed, turned around and buried his face in Heero's chest, eyes closed. Heero was warm and solid; Wufei almost felt content - if it was not for the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to undergo an eye operation that day.

 

Trying for more sleep seemed pointless so he wordlessly pushed off and rolled over the side of the bed, landing on the carpet silently. Heero's breathing did not change but Wufei would have been a fool to assume his partner was sleeping. Since he did not want to lose face completely by acting like a nervous wreck he decided to head for the bathroom. That way he had an excuse for getting up so early on his off day.

 

He padded to the kitchen with bare feet, toes curling with cold, still dressed in his cotton shorts, now convinced that Heero was awake since even the flushing of the toilet hadn't gotten a response out of him. For Heero to sleep through that was next to impossible; he would have to be dead. Placing an elbow on the table, Wufei rested his head on his palm and waited for the water to boil. Sure, he was making a mountain out of a mole hill but his situation was so different or perhaps the word he was searching for was new.

 

Had, at the end of the Mariemeia war, Heero invited him to fight on his side, Wufei would have accepted without a blink of an eye, even if it meant having to lead a vagabond life, sleeping in a tent and eating insects. He had been sixteen and a half when he'd blown up Nataku, with no roots and no goals. Now it was different. He was stable, emotionally (well, somewhat) as well as …work wise. While he did not have a lover he had a satisfying career, a place he considered a home and people he considered to be good friends. He wasn't sure whether he should be giving up his present lifestyle on the grounds of a few words spoken to him in the heat of lust.

 

No matter what happened, Wufei knew there was stability in his present lifestyle. If he was ever to be shot or maimed or… well…something other than dropping dead during his line of duty and was unable to continue working, Wufei was sure he'd have a place to come home to, sit and read a book. Hell, he thought with a smile, he had a feeling the only way he was ever going to stop being a Preventer was when he was either too old or too incapacitated to hold a gun. He didn't really need to work; he had funds, not enough to live like a Peacecraft but enough to live comfortably, and Wufei always entertained the idea of writing a book about the war. Nothing big and definitely not a self-biography but maybe something about L5 and… he was going off on a tangent.

 

“Fine,” said Wufei, forcing himself to focus on the topic which was bothering him. He wasn't sure of Heero's feelings for him. Hell, if he was to become a dead weight, he had a feeling Heero would either kill him or drop him so fast he wouldn't know which way he was facing. Sally, Une or even Sharine would accept him at less that hundred percent but not Heero. Heero was hardly the type of person to want him around, should he be anything other than what he was now, especially since Heero was the person who had changed the least since the war. Which meant Heero was still the person who had gone into an OZ base with the intention of shooting Duo after the long-haired pilot had been captured. All right, so Duo was still alive, thanks to Heero but still, as they say, it was the thought that counted.

 

Were he unable to function normally, would Heero still want him? How long would he be able to keep up with Heero, even in his present condition? He was not a genetically engineered super being, he was just the last survivor for L5, pure human. And no matter what Heero operated on very few emotions and things such as jealousy and…

 

….he remembered Heero glaring at Sharine across the dinning table at dinner.

 

Fine, so what, Wufei argued with himself. He knew these things were not going to last forever…

 

….even though Heero had been dropping in on in him steadily for the last five or six years…

 

….and it wasn't as if he wanted Heero physically, he did not get turned on by the mere thought of Heero. The pervious night they had done nothing more than snuggle and sleep and he had not gotten turned on (though it could have been because he'd come twice that day; he was no longer a horny sixteen year old jerking off alone in the cockpit of Nataku). He should not let Heero drive him up a wall just because…

 

….he remembered Heero pushing him against the wall in the alleyway, not the most romantic of settings, but the feel of that lean, hard body pressed against his, the way the hot breath had ghosted over his neck…

 

Wufei made himself a cup of coffee and gulped down two searing mouthfuls as he concentrated on willing his erection away. He thought of several ancient techniques passed down the generations in his clan, used to stem the flow of blood to various parts of the body when injured…to prevent blood loss. He drank more coffee and thought of things other than ancient techniques to get rid of his erection…he thought of eye operations and going blind. Of all the horror stories broadcasted over the televisions, about things that can go wrong when in hospital…including one incident about a woman who claimed her child had had two heads one dark and one pale.

 

Wufei did not need to look up to know exactly when Heero walked out of the bedroom-- it was instinct. He could have been blindfolded and he would still have found Heero in a room the size of a football field.

 

“You need to eat something,” Heero said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and sitting down in a chair next to Wufei. Wufei continued to scowl at the source of all his problems, who seemed far too fresh for someone who'd most likely spent the entire night awake due to the tossing and turning of his companion. It was childish of him, he knew but a part of Wufei pointed out that Heero had been rather sneaky when he'd made an appointment for Wufei.

 

“Shut up, Yuy,” Wufei managed irritably. “You don't need to tell me what to do. And whoever eats at five thirty in the morning…”

 

“It's just going to be local anesthesia,” Heero said calmly, adding sugar to his brew. “Lasts for about half an hour per eye so it should be over in an hour and you'll be allowed to come home by afternoon.”

 

“I don't care if they put me out with a mallet to the head,” Wufei said, sounding peevish even to his own ears. “And who said I was worried about that?”

 

Heero regarded him over the rim of his cup and continued to sit there calmly as Wufei tossed the rest of his coffee down the drain and hurried to the bedroom to get away from the inquisitive gaze.

 

Wufei had a shower in hot water, then tossed all his clothes out of the wardrobe looking for something to wear. He also pointedly ignored Heero who seemed to be doing some sort of picking-up-tossing-back with the stuff he threw out at the end of the room. It took him exactly fifteen minutes to pick out an old pair of jeans and a tank top to wear. He knew he'd have to change out of his clothes when he reached the hospital so there was no need for him to dress up. But it had been a while since he'd dressed as a civilian and he wanted to do things differently.

 

However, why he had jeans in his wardrobe was beyond him. He did not normally wear tight clothes that restricted his movements so they must have been a gift which he had thrown to a corner and forgotten about. After another two minutes of scowling at the back of Heero's head who was rooting through his collection, Wufei gave up and sat on the edge of his bed. He watched Heero pick a loose shirt with soft blue stripes out of the pile, while selecting a matching pair of socks. Then, discovering that his jeans were too tight, Wufei undid the top button and pulled down the zipper so he could bend down and put on his socks.

 

As he did he tried to think of inconsequential things - like the case he was working on, or rather had been. He supposed the local police were handling it now. He remembered the time when he'd decided to chase a suspect all the way to Namibia on a hunch the day of his previously scheduled eye operation and smiled faintly. So, he had done a bit of a runner since he could have sent a subordinate but still…”What I need,” he said reaching for his boots. “Is a distraction…”

 

It was then that Heero pounced him.

 

One moment, Wufei was balanced on the edge of the bed pulling on his socks, the next he was lying flat on his back, his legs dangling over the side with Heero on top of him, acting as if he'd grown extra arms while dressing.

 

Stunned by the unexpected …attack, Wufei let Heero grab both his wrists and hold them firmly over his head with one hand while he kissed Wufei -hard -his other hand cupping Wufei's groin. If Wufei had not been far too surprised to react, he would have admitted that he was impressed by just how well Heero could multitask. Heero gave his groin one firm squeeze before reaching for Wufei's tank top and pushing it up, exposing his nipples. This time, Heero, though far from rough, wasn't exactly gentle. He ran a nail over Wufei's left nipple, hard enough for it to startle him but not enough to scratch. Then he skimmed his nail over Wufei's chest, angling towards his navel. The tip of Heero's finger dipped inside briefly, followed by the lick of a tongue, before both of them continued their journey southwards. Wufei struggled with a couple of new sensations like the feeling of being held immobile by someone stronger and the emotion it generated within him - as well as trying to remember if he'd washed his navel while showering.

 

His attempt to break free from Heero's grip could be called half-hearted at best. He was certain that, should he issue a real protest, Heero would stop immediately. While he was not sure he wanted someone to have total control over him, he didn't want to do a psychoanalysis on himself while Heero was in the middle of pushing down his jeans and underwear in one swift move.

 

The jeans were too tight to get rid of completely Heero didn't bother pulling them down further than to mid thigh before releasing Wufei's erection from the confines of his white cotton underwear. Wufei lifted his head briefly to take a look at his leaking erection, need overriding his embarrassment, before letting his head drop back on the bed. He didn't even want to know what sort of picture he painted, lying half on-half off the bed, like some slut. However, Heero seemed pleased with what he saw since he sat back and gazed down at Wufei with an admiring look on his face. Then he gave Wufei's erection one caress, from base to tip, bring up his hand to lick away the pre-come collected on his thumb before reaching for Wufei's balls.

 

How about: Heero fondled them expertly, making Wufei groan with pleasure, and then groan again in frustration when he paused in his ministrations. Heero shifted and tightened his grip on Wufei's wrists, slipping a hand under his knees at the same time. Wufei didn't expect the move with which Heero lifted his knees to shoulder level with the easiness as if he were handling an infant. Then he was being folded in two, his knees pushed down to his chest, legs held captive by his jeans.

 

Heero freed one of his hands from under his knees and it was when Wufei felt a pre come slicked finger probing his entrance that he realized what was happening.

 

And panicked. He twisted his hands free, got his legs free and pushed Heero to the side, using his body weight. Taken by surprise, Heero toppled sideways. His first reaction was to go alert and look for the nonexistent enemy then relaxed completely, letting Wufei take control. True, he and Heero were used to each other but he had no idea about Heero's sexual practices. Until recently, Wufei hadn't even truly been aware that Heero might prefer men and he did not know if Heero was into some sort of perverted sex games which included domineering his partner or… Wufei surged balancing above Heero precariously due to his restrained legs, catching Heero's lower lip in a savage kiss, tasting blood as he drew back.

 

He looked at Heero, teeth tinged pink with blood and licked his lips. “Yuy, I'm not ready to be fucked up the ass just yet.”

 

“I wasn't going to,” Heero said smugly. “You said you needed a distraction.”

 

“That was not a distraction, you moron,” Wufei almost shouted, scrambling off awkwardly with his jeans still at his knees. “It's…it's….” he tried to pull up his jeans and underwear and failed, falling off to his side on the bed, facing Heero, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. “…sexual harassment.” His erection was wilting and all he wanted do was to hit Yuy for being such a …a…

 

Without a word Heero held up a hand, open palmed as if calling for the argument to come to a halt. Then while Wufei watched in stunned amazement, he unzipped his jeans and eased out his straining member. Then wordlessly, Heero pushed down Wufei and rolled over him until he was lying half on, half off Wufei and blindly groped for his wrist, then placed Wufei's hand on his erection and breathed lightly into his ear. “Unlike you, I can't simply will this away so I'm going to need a little help from you.”

 

The protest… the angry arguments that had been building inside Wufei died at that point. “Yuy…Heero…” Trust Heero to do something that would throw him off kilter. Heero felt warm against him, relaxed so he didn't complain even though his arm was sandwiched between the two of them, which didn't give him much leverage.

 

“I'm willing to relinquish control over to you at any time,” Heero said simply, his head buried in the curve of Wufei's neck and sighed. Unable to stop, Wufei traced Heero's erection with his thumb and forefinger then closed his fist around it. Heero lay very still, breathing in small gasps. “I wasn't going to fuck you just now,” he said as Wufei tightened him grip. Instinctively, Heero's pelvis surged forward, grounding hard , pushing Wufei into the mattress. Wufei put his free hand on Heero, maneuvering Heero so he was lying on his side then turned to face him. The strain on his shoulder from that move was worth it. His gaze met startling blue eyes and he smiled a little ruefully.

 

“Care to explain to me the drama you enacted a few minutes ago,” Wufei asked even as his hand sped up its movements.

 

“You…” Heero gasped as Wufei gave his wrist a small twist, then let go so he could trace the vein on the underside. “…would never have trusted me if'd told you to just trust me,” he managed finally.

 

Smiling slightly, Wufei propped his head up on his free hand while his other hand continued its motion. “If I didn't trust you to stop when I tell you to, you'd be lying on the floor with a broken nose at the least, and don't think you being stronger than me would make a difference.”

 

“But you didn't,” Heero pointed out. “You…” he gasped suddenly, arched forward and closed his eyes, his body shuddering as he came. Wufei paused for a moment, having been caught unaware as warm, viscous liquid splashed onto his hand then continued to move slowly until the last of the aftershocks had died down. Then he lifted his hand up into the light for inspection, noting the still warm contents. He lifted it to his mouth, hesitated then took a small swipe of it with his tongue ….and grimaced.

 

“I think you've been watching all the wrong porn films,” Heero said dryly, if a little breathlessly as he pulled the corner of the bed sheet up and wiped Wufei's hand with it.

 

“Shit, Yuy,” Wufei jumped. “I had these sheets laundered last week. Do you mind?”

 

In reply, Heero rolled on top of Wufei and kissed him once briefly. “You need to let other people take care of things once in a while,” Heero said with a small smile. “And admit it…you aren't worried about the surgery any more.”

 

Wufei froze, his mouth open in protest…and surprise. “You bastard,” he shouted. “Is that what you call a distraction? Yuy, what were you planning to do next, setting fire to my kitchen?”

 

“Actually…” Heero started to say when a faint beeping sound from his back pocket stopped both of them in their tracks.

 

“You have a cell phone on you?” Wufei said softly.

 

“All the time,” said Heero pulled out the ultra-slim Barton Digital[1] model and expanded it with the press of a button. He looked at the caller number display, switched on the speaker and threw it down onto the bed next to the two of them. “Sally”

 

Wufei decided that it was not the best of times to comment that Heero seemed to know Sally's home number about as well as Wufei knew. Or maybe he just knew all the contact numbers he ever needed by heart.

 

“Heero,” Sally said sounding formal. “I just wanted to confirm that Wufei is coming in to the Preventer hospital today not sneaking off like last time.”

 

“He'll come,” said Heero while Wufei fumed at the meddlesomeness of his co-workers who seemed to think he needed to be taken care of. It had not been his fault that he had followed up on a hunch to Namibia on the day that was previously set for his eye operation.

 

“Where is he?” Sally asked.

 

“In bed,” Heero answered blandly.

 

“Well tell him to get his ass out of his bed and come down to the Center. We need to do some preliminary tests before we start so he'd better not be hiding under his covers…”

 

“Why don't you tell him yourself,” Heero said in his nasal voice then suddenly Wufei had a sinking feeling. “You're on speaker.”

 

“Are you… there with him…?” Sally asked hesitantly, the last part of the question trailing off as if the person asking the question realized that maybe they don't need to know the answer.

 

“Actually,” Heero looked at Wufei and smirked. It was a small change of expression but having gotten used to Heero's range of expressions, he knew exactly what it meant. That smirk meant Heero was about to do something Wufei was going to punch him. Eyes wide, Wufei mouthed `no', knowing it was too late to prevent whatever Heero was going to do. His heart sank when Heero smirked, meeting his eyes squarely, and said, “…I'm lying on top of him.”

 

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“Is it too much for me to hope for a normal work place?” Wufei fumed as he got into the elevator. “You know I work with those people, Sally, Sharine…and I would appreciate it if you didn't …” He paused as another person came running to the elevator as the doors stared to slide together but the twin glares of both Wufei and Heero deterred the man from stepping in. He gave them both a nervous smile, seeming to remember something that needed to be done in the opposite direction. “The problem with you is you have no idea of the rumor that can get you cornered in a work place,” Wufei continued, harping on the topic of discretion of preferred sexual partners in the work place. “The…The…”he faltered as they approached the seventh floor of the Preventer medical unit and swallowed dryly, grateful that he was standing in front of Heero so only his back was visible. He was sure his face was patsy with fear.

 

“Hn,” Heero said from behind him then unexpectedly, hugged him. It was brief and Wufei remained as stiff as a board during it but he was touched. It was about as intimate as they would ever get in public…if he had his say in it. And Wufei did want his personal life personal, personal even from his friends.

 

Wufei opened his mouth to tell Heero that he did not need to be coddled then shut it as he realized that he could not behave like that forever. He could not deny everything Heero did just because no one had ever done something like that to him before -- especially since he did like it.

 

As the elevator door pinged open, he sighed, squared his shoulders then stepped out, ready to face the ordeal. It was slightly disappointing to find himself in a long, empty corridor, lit with bright fluorescent lights. A reception desk stood at the far end with two people talking animatedly, leaning against it. He squinted into the distance and could make out the trademark yellow-brown braids belonging to Sally and grimaced. Seriously, next that woman would drop in on him to make sure he'd brushed his teeth before going to bed.

 

Having seen him in the distance, she turned around and waved enthusiastically then started to walk towards them. Wufei almost closed his eyes in relief when he noted that she treated him no differently from any other occasion, and that Heero statement had not changed her attitude towards him. Sally meant a lot to him as friend and he did not know how to react, had she turned out to be a homophobe.

 

“I see the two of you made it,” she said as a greeting. “Heero…how's work?”

 

“Fine,” said Heero, monosyllabic as usual. End of discussion.

 

“Wufei…” she seemed to hesitate and Wufei's heart sank a little. Then she turned back to Heero and nodded. “You're listed as Wufei's next of kin…” Ah, Wufei'd forgotten that. The five Gundam pilots had signed up as each others' next of kin according to their call sign numbers (1-5) and Heero was his. And Wufei was Quatre's and Quatre was Trowas' and so on. `In case of an accident or a bullet to the back of the head,' as Duo had said when they were filling out the forms. “…some paper work to sign and a few things…” Sally continued.

 

“Where's Wufei's room?” Heero asked in a flat voice.

 

“Room fifteen, second door to the left down the South wing corridor,” Sally replied promptly. Apparently she was more familiar with the hospital than he had imagined.

 

“You want me to go to the room and wait like a good little boy…” Wufei started to say when Sally interrupted him with a wave of a hand.

 

“Shoo,” she said as if he was fly. “Sharine is waiting for you there… Something new about your case she just can't let go unmentioned.”

 

Wufei's mood brightened a little. No matter what Heero thought, Sharine was not an airhead. If she wanted to discuss something, it must be important. He saw Heero open his mouth to say something at the mention of his partner, but Wufei didn't give him the chance to do it as he side stepped Sally and hurried off.

 

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Wufei almost knocked on the door before he remembered that is was hospital room -- his room and only Sharine was supposed to be inside. Plus, he did not know the etiquette of entering one's own hospital room, so decided to skip the formalities.

 

The room was like any hospital room, sterile with a narrow, uncomfortable looking bed and an array of sockets on the wall, which various machines could be plugged into. Sharine emerged from the wall closet with a disgruntled look, saw Wufei standing blank-faced by the bed and sighed.

 

“I hope he's a good fuck because there's nothing more I can say about him,” she said, dusting off her hands on the sides of her Preventer uniform pants.

 

“The room secure?” Wufei said casually, pretending he hadn't heard her.

 

“As can be,” Sharine said, pocketing her scanner. “There are no bugs or other radio signal sources. The mirror in the room is strictly one way and the balcony outside had a safely mesh so over-enthusiastic patients don't take running leaps to freedom.”

 

Wufei looked at the balcony, visible through the open French window, and nodded. The glass was probably shatter-proof and while the balcony was there to relax the patients, the mesh announced that it was not a Hotel but rather a hospital. Preventers, like most people who lived on the edge, burned out fast and were not always stable -- they had a high casualty rate, sometimes self inflicted.

 

Though the entire wing of the hospital was Preventers only, it did not stop them from being paranoid over security. Maybe because everyone knew it to be the Preventer Wing that the security was so high. “The mesh is fixed on the inside,” Wufei pointed out as he walked outside. “And we are on the seventh floor…one good kick from the outside could push it inwards…”

 

“Ground is secure,” Sharine said dryly, matching his tone. “And if you think anyone is enthusiastic enough to get into your room from the roof, forget it. There are seventeen floors above you. Trust me, you aren't worth the trouble.”

 

“That's nice to know,” said Wufei stepping inside and sliding the French window closed.

 

“I mean,” Sharine said looking thoughtfully. “I knew you screwed the big boobed chick from the Storage Department but well…you didn't show the least bit of interest in getting into my pants so …oh well….you must be gay.”

 

“Sharine,” Wufei finally snapped unable to keep up his façade of disinterest. He was sure his face was beet red by now. “It wasn't planned, it just happened and I meant you no insult. You are a very pretty female and… you have big boo…um…you know…” he was digging himself a nice hole. “We… I that is…”

 

“You sound rather stupid you know,” she said smiling gleefully.

 

“What do you want me to say?” Wufei snapped. “That you look better in your Preventer uniform because everything else you wear is so short your knobby knees stick out?”

 

“That's more like you. And I don't have knobby knees, thank you very much,” Sharine said with a smile. “But you do look better in civvies. Your butt looks better in those tight fitting things -- he must appreciate that.”

 

“What!” Wufei spluttered.

 

“You look so guilty,” she said with a smile. “And embarrassed…You'd think I caught you masturbating while peeking at Lady Une... instead of issuing one unconfirmed assumption based on some half naked guy on your sofa.”

 

Wufei groaned and closed his eyes. He'd walked right into it. “It was just last night that we…”

 

“Declared each other your undying love?” Sharine said as she pulled out a folder and started taking out glossy photos then lying them down on the bed in a particular orders.

 

“Case photos?” Wufei asked, his interest perking at the sight. He walked over and picked one up, disappointed to see that it was an old dressing room chair. He ignored her question since it bordered on certain things he did not even want to think about.

 

“Hmm,” said Sharine all business as she passed to him an old fashioned utility lap top. “Check out the folder for the investigation. Tell me what you see on the scans.”

 

Wufei called up the folder and enlarged the image, looking at the fracture of the skull from both inside and outside angles.

 

“It's not…” he looked at in closer, squinting, wishing he'd brought his reading glasses. “…fatal.”

 

“It was the shot to the chest that killed him,” Sharine said with a grimace. “Just as we suspected. People have been known to live with half their skulls caved in. From what the doctors tell me, he'd have had a little trouble remembering stuff once in a while but he'd have made it. On top of that, the records indicate that he wasn't the brightest guy to start off with. Not many people die from hitting their heads on the edge of the kitchen chair…especially since the experts say the chair would have titled backwards…maybe fallen to the ground absorbing most of the impact.”

 

“We got a match on the bullet?” Wufei asked, looking at Sharine. She wouldn't have bothered with him if the case wasn't going anywhere.

 

“Why do you think we were told to drop the case?” Sharine countered. “There are no prints but no doubt about it. The gun that fired it was Preventer issue.” Only three people knew where the Preventer handguns were made - Lady Une, Sally and Wufei …and hundreds of people working in the factory, or the factory owner.. They were specifically made for them by a small company in L4, under the patronage of former pacifist Winner.

 

Wufei swore under his breath. Preventers were formed by Lady Une as `fire control' as she would say but there were hardly that many people trying to take over the universe on a daily basis. Since there was a lack of megalomaniacs with a perchance for mobile suits, Preventers usually pitched in to help the city's local police on certain cases. It meant more contact with the locals and a higher chance of becoming corrupted. Still, it was hard to imagine why anyone would kill a low down scum like …

 

“There is no motive for a Preventer from our division to be directly involved” Sharine said softly breaking his train of thought. He noticed that she'd mentioned their division only, not all Preventers.

 

“But we did have a shipment of guns stolen from us at the spaceport about a year back,” Wufei said with a sigh of relief. Though it was suspected to be inside work of someone who knew the Preventers operations, it could have very well been a group of pirates who operated at the space port. This case was starting to give him a headache. “You're following the leads even though you are off the case, aren't you?” he asked. He knew the answer even before she confirmed it. If it had been him he would have done the same.

 

“There is a direct link between the dead guy's brother… Alexander whom you pointed out as a suspect, and the space port pirates,” Shrine said with a grimace. “We think the pet shop his mother was running was a cover for that…you know…you can pretend to be shipping a dog to a client and get all the shuttle information and…”

 

“The same old thing,” said Wufei leaning back away from the screen. His head was starting to throb and he was missing his glasses already. “What if you question the old lady…um… Maria Fernandez again?”

 

“No can do,” Shrine said taking the lap top off him. “Didn't your fuck buddy tell you? I told him to pass on the message when I called yesterday.”

 

“Heero isn't my fuck buddy and no, he didn't tell me anything,” Wufei snapped. He was going to deal with that later. Right now, the case was more important.

 

“I thought a relationship was based on trust and…” Sharine smiled smugly

 

“You're pushing it,” Wufei growled. “Finish that and I'll …”

 

“You'll what… dump some shitty case on me?” Sharine snapped back. “Kill my mother and stuff her under your bed…”

 

“Just get on with it, woman,” Wufei snapped. “I'm running out of time here and if all you can do is spout weak insults then…”

 

“The old lady had a heart attack shortly after you left,” Shrine said abruptly. “Luckily, she had one of those implants… Winner-co Heart to Heart which calls for help on the open medical channel while stabilizing the heart beat. She's fine but she's moved in with her oldest son and he won't let us near her unless we get a warrant from a judge. Since the medical report says the heart attack was stress-induced and people have been known to go into shock after seeing your ugly face… The son is furious and we're off the investigation.”

 

“Our hands are tied,” Wufei said with a grimace, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

 

“I should have brought the lap top with the big display,” Sharine said apologetically. “I thought you'd remember you glasses.”

 

“Didn't see much point in bringing those here since the main reason I'm here is to get rid of them,” Wufei said. “What do you want me to…”

 

“You said you knew a friend who knew the Sweepers…” Shrine said hesitantly.

 

“The space pirate angle,” Wufei said nodding. Duo might just look into it if Wufei asked…nothing else. “I'll get on that as soon as I'm out of this place. Anything else…”

 

“Paper work…” Sharine grimaced calling up another folder on the lap top. “Authorization...stuff I need your seal on. Though I'm in charge, by the time the rest of the departments get that memo you'll be back at work and there are a few things I need you to take a look at…”

 

“Read them out to me,” said Wufei as he keyed in his password and called out his electronic seal from the HQ. He did not want to squint at the screen anymore.

 

“Fine…” said Sharine, bringing up the documents one by one. “This one is to approve Anna Holtens' sick leave for Wednesday and Thursday. Brother's wedding but all her casual leaves are used up. This is the pay sheets for last month, all in order, I checked, and this is the letter giving me the right to have your child through artificial insemination, since you're gay and unlikely to have sex with me in the near future…

“SHARINE!”

 

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“You're close,” Heero said as Wufei sat on the cold metal examination table, waiting for his blood report to be released.

 

Wufei measured the distance to the edge of the table and shook his head. He was not that close. He was discomforted enough by having to wear hospital regulation drawstring pants and an open backed top so he wasn't about to follow Heero warped logic. “I won't fall off,” he said firmly.

 

“You and your partner,” Heero stated bluntly.

 

“Sharine,” Wufei said looking up and then thinking it over. “Yeah…sort of …I guess.” He had not been too happy about being paired up with a female in the first place. To be partnered with a small, blond Barbie had been something he had protested against strongly. He had had gone out of the way to make it difficult for her, by acting standoffish and rude. But then one day after having chased down an armed suspect, the man had turned around with a gun and Wufei had unthinkingly stepped in front of Sharine. She'd slapped him on the back of the head, snarled something about acting like a gentleman when least needed, and shot the suspect from under his arm. “Why didn't you give me her message when she called earlier?”

 

“There was no need, you were off the case,” Heero said dryly. “You were chasing her around the bed when I walked in.”

 

“It was…” he looked at Heero directly and smiled a little, trying to diffuse the tension. He had been thinking of confronting Heero about holding back information and now he had turned the tables on him. “Jealous, Yuy?”

 

“No,” Heero said looking at Wufei with an irritated look. “I don't believe in open relationships.”

 

“I'm not sleeping with her,” Wufei said, looking at Heero fighting a real smile for the first time of the day. “I don't believe in open relationships either, you know.”

 

“Hn,” said Heero with a scowl and looked away, interpreting Wufei's smile as something else.

 

“I don't see why you'd think it is funny,” he said, his brows knitting together. Apparently, Heero was pissed off.

 

“You're an idiot,” said Wufei, reaching for Heero shoulder. He pulled Heero closer, and since now they were the same height, Wufei found it easier to reach Heero's lips. Heero moved stiffly, not yet having forgiven Wufei for spending time in the room with Sharine. Wufei was not sure if it was good or bad that his partner cared. All the relationship guides he had seen around the office (promoted by the government and handed out as mandatory for better mental health) were for heterosexual couples. And anyhow, they stated that it was good to have a possessive partner while at the same time it was bad to have a possessive partner. Wufei decided that in the end, he simply liked having a possessive partner.

 

It made him feel…strong…as if he was special and Heero cared for him.

 

Maybe he was reaching for something that was not there, but it did help him relax his guard enough to force a kiss on Heero. Heero responded reluctantly at first, but then with more force as he put a hand around Wufei's hips, then his hand slipped down the back of his drawstring pants. Wufei gasped as Heero's calloused palm cupped one of his buttocks and pulled him forward. He was pressed against Heero's erection. Then Heero stiffened at once. Wufei's hands were also curled around Heero shoulders, so it took them three seconds to untangle -- enough time for Sally to walk in with a medical pad in hand. She froze at their sight, seeming to consider her options, and finally choosing to turn her back to them and give them time to pull themselves in order while she closed the door.

 

“You know,” she said little shakily. “When Heero said he was on top of you, I thought he meant you were… sparing in the bedroom or something, not…”

 

“Oh, god,” said Wufei, wanting the floor to open up beneath him. With his luck, he would probably fall to the next floor. “I suppose it's too late for us to…”

 

“It's not like I didn't see you two click on the Peacemillion…” she said looking at the medi-pad. “Do you want me to give you a lecture on the importance of lubrication in anal sex…”

 

Wufei groaned and closed his eyes. Great, now Sally was teasing him.

 

“I already know that,” Heero said thoughtfully. “But Wufei has been watching the wrong type of p…”

 

Wufei boxed Heero in the stomach, propriety be damned. Not that Heero really felt it but really! “My blood work…”

 

“Well, the bad news is, we might have to put you under,” she said, becoming all business. “The good news is, when you wake up, it'll be all over.”

 

“Why?” Heero demanded.

 

“Wufei's blood work is… unusual,” she said. “Both of you have a few things in your blood streams that are unnatural… Heero's more so than yours, but still, we have no idea how you'll react to local anesthesia. I'm impressed at the changes those scientist have done to you and for them to remain after so much time has passed. Heero, I can understand …but for Wufei as well…must have been some surgical glandular implants…”

 

“Just do it,” Wufei snapped. “Let's get this over with.”

 

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Wufei woke up feeling odd, there was a pressure around his temples…the bandages… and he couldn't open his eyes. They didn't hurt…but they felt strange…and…and…there was someone else in his room. Not Heero, he could always tell, not Sharine …not… “Who's there?” he asked, only his mouth was dry and all he managed was a weak wheeze.

 

The person did not reply. Not a doctor or a nurse…but still, he knew someone was there. Who….

 

[1] Stray's suggestion

 

a/n- I have five word pages of Insecurities typed up and will post that within the week. I apologize for the delay. End of the year was hectic. Stray betaed this as usually, so thanks to her, this is readable. Please, I would like some reviews for this chapter, mostly because I have no idea if ppl are still reading this. Thank you for being with this story even with the horrendous delay. I promise I'll try to finish this off without further delay.