Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Dance ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

1x5 part 6

 

Wufei got on his feet carefully and found out that his knees were not that steady. He kept a hand on the wall next to the bed, palm open, until he was sure of his balance then walked lightly to the doorway. Halfway to the door he had to stop to pull up his sweats which were hanging dangerously low on his hips. The door leading to the sitting room was only partially closed so he gave it a push and took in the scene before him. The light made him blink; the bedroom curtains had been closed and he had assumed it was late afternoon but from the way sunlight poured in, it must be mid-morning.

 

Quatre was sitting on one of the kitchen dinning table chairs which someone must have moved to the sitting room because it had better lights. His custom tailored bright blue slacks were rolled up to knees and Trowa was kneeling in front of him, dabbing his leg with a piece of gauze. From the smell of it, Wufei decided that it was some form of antiseptic, probably from his first-aid box. Duo was waving a spoon over his head yelling at Heero who was trying to puzzle out the intricate secrets of which bowl where.

 

“What was it?” Wufei asked leaning against the doorway. “A bullet wound or a cut from…” by then all four of them where watching him, frozen in rapt attention. “…a piece of flying shrapnel.”

 

The silence continued.

 

“I think,” Duo said in a small voice. “It happened when he tripped over a tree root when we were getting away.” He gave a weak smile then stopped when he realized Wufei wasn't about join in.

 

Trowa put down the piece of gauze on the floor and stood up slowly, as if -- Wufei noted with mild amusement -- he was a cornered animal. As Wufei watched, Trowa walked around the room closing the curtains. Wufei blinked a little relived. He almost thanked Trowa for this thoughtfulness then changed his mind. “I hope you managed to wash that blood off your hands,” he said to Duo.

 

Then he turned to Trowa and seeing the blank face half hidden by falling hair, lost his fragile composure. “And you…you…perverted…” Wufei found out that he could not think of another adjective to insult the green-eyed man. His vocabulary did not have that many swear words since he believed in refinement and gentlemanly behavior, which he was starting to regret. Giving up the quest for elusive swear words he finally settled for. “…you pinched my nipples.”

 

There was a snort which sounded suspiciously like a laugh but when Wufei turned towards the noise, Duo was sitting ramrod straight, his face suspiciously devoid of emotion, with the handle of a spoon poking out of his mouth.

 

“And you,” Wufei said pointed towards Heero. “How dare you do something like that with out telling me?”

 

“Who told you?” Heero asked in a voice that said `I'll kill that person.'

 

“Doesn't matter,” Wufei said, his voice bleak. “You can't just go around and kill people just because you feel like it.”

 

“Wufei…” said Heero, standing up after placing the bowl in his hand on the coffee table.

 

“Don't talk to me!” Wufei screamed, angry that everyone was being so blasé about having broken the law, killed a couple of men and blown up a house. “All of you, how can you just…” He took a step towards them and staggered as his foot found the edge of the carpet. His depth perception was all screwy, he realized. A part of him groaned- this meant he'd have to go through target practice all over again to get used to this new, improved vision. It was like wearing new glasses for the first time but worse - he could not tell the distance to most objects and it was making him dizzy.

 

He didn't even see Heero moved before he was picked up like a child, one hand under his knees the other behind him. Wufei felt the wind being taken out of his sail. He was going to lose his standing if he allowed everyone to treat him like an invalid.

 

“Yuy,” he shouted. “Put me down this instant, you moron.”

 

“Hn.”

 

He hated it when he was the only rational adult in the room.

 

“Perhaps we should all sit down,” Ouatre said quietly. “Wufei, do you feel dizzy? Should we call Sally?”

 

“Maybe it's high blood pressure or hypertension,” Duo quipped. “Or hernia.”

 

“Duo, now might not be the time…” Quatre said in angry hiss, perhaps hoping Wufei wouldn't hear it -which was a stupid thing to think since it wasn't his ears Wufei had problems with. His hearing had always been exceptional.

 

Trowa walked to the first aid box and Wufei watched from his position cradled against Heero's chest as he pulled out a syringe. “Do you want me to sedate him?” he asked.

 

“Don't you dare,” Duo said jumping to his feet and the spoon that had been on his lap fell to the floor with a muted clang.

 

“Put that thing away,” Quatre said hurriedly as well.

 

“No!” Heero said a little loudly and Trowa shrugged then put down the syringe. Then he turned to Wufei and asking in a low voice. “Is that all right?”

 

“Yes,” said Wufei who did not want to be sedated like some out of control mental patient. Then he remembered the original argument. “No. I mean, no I don't want a tranquilizer, not that I'm ok with the lot of you.”

 

“Maybe we should talk about this calmly,” Quatre, ever the diplomat said.

 

“Instead of throwing hissy-fit,” Duo mumbled.

 

“I'm not throwing a sissy-fit…” Wufei roared.

 

“A hissy fit…,” Duo jumped in. “…is different from a sissy fit. Now to throw a sissy fit, you have to dress up in pink bows and…umph…” Trowa had clapped a hand over Duo's mouth.

 

“He's a little high on the action today,” Trowa said as if that were a sufficient explanation. Then he looked at Wufei, who was still in Heero's arms, and grimaced. “It's about time to put your bandages back on, so could you at least keep your eyes closed?”

 

Wufei obeyed grudgingly and felt Heero move with him towards the sofa. He assumed Heero would sit down with Wufei on top; instead he was placed on the sofa softly and then Heero sat next to him. Wufei opened his eyes to take stock of the situation and heard Trowa move to the bedroom, probably to get his bandages.

 

“Are you in pain?” Quatre asked, concerned. “Your cheek looks awfully …puffy.”

 

“I'm in denial,” Wufei said, ignoring Duo's mumblings about rivers. “I can't believe you guys took out Alexander Mendez without telling me.”

 

“You were unconscious,” Heero pointed out with the subtlety of a runaway T-Rex.

 

“Does Lady Une know you took them out?” he asked weakly.

 

“She does now,” Trowa said, coming out of the bedroom and making Wufei jump. He opened his eyes and looked at Trowa's feet, which were bare, and nodded understandingly.

 

“Figures,” he said a littlie waspishly. “What did you do, pinch her nipples as well. Oh, I forgot you were already screwing her before the war.”

 

“Wufei,” Quatre said softly. “That was uncalled for.”

 

“Everyone knows the only other woman in Trowa's life apart from Quatre is his sister,” Duo said with a small laugh. “Well, not that he thinks of both of them in the same way-- that would be incestuous and…”

 

“Duo,” Heero said wearily. “Shut up.” No one said anything about Quatre's gender issues, not even the man himself.

 

Wufei let Trowa bind his eyes again, letting it go unmentioned when those long slim fingers stroked his cheek as Trowa stepped back. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “That was…”

 

“It's fine,” Trowa said and Wufei could hear the shrug in his voice. “For the record though, Lady Une and I were never anything other than solider and commander.”

 

“Well, you do get an A plus for trying to harass me,” Wufei said a little pissed at everything. “Why in the world did you stay behind? So you could molest me?”

 

“I drew the short straw,” Trowa's voice sounded hollow and Wufei stood up, bandages be dammed.

 

“Well, that's nice, I rank a short straw,” he ground out and pushed away Heero's arm from around his wrist. He took a step blindly in Trowa's direction, fingering the bandage. “And you guys decided to go on a little trip of your own without me…”

 

“That's not how it is,” Quatre said in a scolding voice. “Trowa, tell him.”

 

“He said I was sleeping with Lady Une.” Wufei could actually hear the pout in Trowa's voice and mentally groaned. He had forgotten that for all his blank outward appearance, 04 was the most sensitive of their lot.

 

“The thing is,” Duo said in a serious voice. “You were in danger; we knew something had to be done. That case you were working on was causing you a whole lot of problems you couldn't have anticipated. Why don't I let Heero explain the whole thing?”

 

“Sit down, Wufei,” Heero said pulled Wufei down with a firm hand on his waist band. Wufei fell on to the sofa with a soft `umph' and winced as is body protested at the jarring.

 

“Heero,” Quatre admonished.

 

“Sorry.” Heero actually sounded sorry and Wufei bristled. He was not some piece of porcelain about to shatter under pressure.

 

“Yuy,” he said, using the surname to distance himself. “You were saying?”

 

“Mendez had connections all over the place, from Prventers to the local politicians,” Heero said in a monotonous voice reserved for reciting facts. “He also had a quick temper and was known for doing outrageous things.”

 

“He blamed me for his mother's heart attack and decided the way to avenge that was to take me out of the picture,” Wufei concluded. “He was probably going to kill me in the process and was hoping the investigation would stop - because Sharine was following it up even with the stop order from higher up.”

 

“He would have continued to come after you no matter what,” Heero stated. “There was no way we could have dissuaded him by having a peace talk so we decided to eliminate him.” Amazing, Heero knew words synonymous with kill such as eliminate. Wufei had thought his vocabulary had been stunted when it came to the k-word.

 

“You needed time to recover,” Quatre said. “You would not have been in fighting form for a while and there was the chance he would have made a move against you in the meantime.”

 

“But still…” Wufei protested.

 

“It had to be done,” Heero said firmly. “He could not have been arrested and thrown into prison. He had far too many connections and his hands reached further than what you Preventers could have gone. As long as you operated within the law, your hands were tied.”

 

“So, you decided to take him out,” Wufei said bleakly. In a perverse way, he could see what the others were saying. During the war he might have done the same-- heck they had done the same thing with the OZ bases. Gone in and blown them up, not bothering to ask the people in there if they wanted a cup of tea and questionnaire to fill out.

 

“The four of us talked it over and thought this solution the best,” Duo said firmly. “We had moved you here so one of us had to stay here. Heero had to come with us since he is the one with the most field experience. Neither Quatre, Trowa nor I have been in the field in a while, so we were rusty.”

 

“At least Trowa and Duo put in a little physical exercise in their line of work,” Quatre said, sounding rueful. “All I ever do is ring for my secretary.”

 

Wufei remained silent, seeing the logic in what was said.

 

“It's been a while since I've done something that wild,” Duo said, his voice laced with laughter.

 

“I've been a little sick and tired of playing pacifist industrialist recently,” Quatre joined in. “I wonder if I could blow up the next charity function I have to attend to.”

 

“Oh, no,” Wufei said, alarmed. “Don't you dare even think of doing a repeat performance!” He knew just how good the Gundam pilots were at what they did, even if they claimed to be `rusty'. He'd never survive in the peacekeeping business if all of them decided to revert to their former ways. He almost smiled before remembering that he was supposed to be angry with them-- especially Heero who'd just gone and blown up a person he'd considered to be a threat to Wufei.

 

“I could have handled him,” Wufei said finally. “You don't need to go and blow up people just because you think their after my…me. It's not like this is the first time it's happened.”

 

“But it's the first time you were blind,” Duo said soberly. “Wufei, the reason no one wanted to stay with you - the reason we drew straws was because …well…” he cleared his throat and then tried again. “Because Sally wasn't sure if your eyes, especially your left eye could be saved or not. It was touch and go for a while and it wasn't even confirmed until yesterday. Whoever stayed behind would have had to break the news to you and none of us wanted to do that.”

 

“We all know just how important your job is,” Quatre said gently. “How important it is for you to be independent.”

 

Wufei titled his head down and remained silent.

 

“It was to be my last mission,” Heero said suddenly and Wufei jerked his head up. “If you were going to be blind, I would have never taken on another job. I was going to stay with you forever.”

 

“No one can could put up with me forever,” Wufei said weakly, a lump forming in his throat. “I'm …hard to get along with in the best of days…I'm prone to mood swings and…and…you'd have gotten sick of me and wished you could have a mission instead…”

 

“You are my mission,” Heero said in a flat voice. “Sometimes, some missions take a life time to complete.”

 

Wufei didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure he could have said anything even if he'd wanted to. He coughed, her cleared his throat and finally remembered to breath a little.

 

“Yuy…Heero…”

 

“Is this where you have the sunset, the music, the confessions of undying love?” Duo said sounding amused. “I think I'll go stand in the corridor outside.”

 

“You can go and smile at the old lady again,” Quatre agreed. “I think I'll join you. I can introduce Trowa to her.”

 

“Uh…guys…” Wufei said, feeling embarrassed. He could feel the large expanse of a blush that was surely spreading over his face and upper torso. “You stay here. …I think I'll have a talk with Heero in the bedroom.”

 

“Well, remember to use plenty of lube,” Duo said flippantly.

 

“You are remarkably well informed for a straight guy,” Quatre said dryly.

 

“Bedroom, Heero,” Wufei said, standing up a little unsteadily. Having his eyes bandaged seemed to have affected his sense of balance as well.

 

“Hn,” said Heero, and Wufei felt Heero standing up as well and placing a hand on his shoulder.

 

“I want to take these bloody bandages off,” Wufei grumbled.

 

“Trowa?” Heero asked immediately.

 

“Bedroom is darker,” Trowa said thoughtfully. “All right, I guess. The only reason Sally said the bandages have go on again was that too much light might not be good for your eyes. Try not to strain them-- that means don't lift heavy objects, don't sleep face down, avoid direct blows to the eye…do I need to list them?”

 

“I'm just going to talk to Heero,” Wufei said, blushing again. “Not what… Maxwell suggested.”

 

“Go for it, Heero,” Duo called out as Heero led Wufei towards the bedroom. Making a mental note to kill the annoying long-haired man later, Wufei let himself be steered in that direction.

 

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Wufei let Heero pull off the bandages slowly, his heart beating. “Um,” he said to break the sudden shyness he was feeling. “You could have waited until I'd come around.”

 

“Not possible,” Heero said shortly. “The longer we had waited, the more time Mendez and his group would have had to come up with a second attack. Plus, there was your partner to think of.”

 

Wufei remained silent, feeling slightly embarrassed. He had forgotten all about Sharine despite the vid-call he'd received earlier.

 

“And I wanted to be there when you woke up,” Heero said, pulling off the last of the bandages. “Sally must have changed the dosage of the sedative since you came out of it quicker than anticipated.”

 

“We should talk,” Wufei said. “You know you said that…those things about life long missions and all but…” Even he wasn't sure if he'd be able to look after Heero for the rest of his life if Heero was incapacitated in any way. A part of him knew he could and would but another part of him wondered he'd wanted to do that.

 

“We'll never know now, will we?” Heero said reasonably. “Sometimes some things are just best left that way.”

 

“It was the thought that counted,” Wufei said as Heero scrutinized his face closely.

 

“It's a matter of trust,” Heero said, stepping closer so their bodies touched. “Like dancing. Most people think fun and music when they hear the word but the best way to enjoy it is to dance with someone. And sometimes, you have to trust your partner to lead and not step on your toes…”

 

“I thought it was a vertical expression of a horizontal des…” Wufei started to say then stopped. He was starting to sound like Duo, which was a big no-no in any situation.

 

“That too,” Heero agreed. “But also one where you have to believe that if you jump up your partner will catch you.” Before Wufei could comment on that Heero leaned forward gently and placed a chaste kiss on Wufei's lips.

 

It was because Heero treated him like cut-glass that Wufei decided to force the issue that he was not about to break. And at the moment the only way he could do that was by forcing his lips onto Heero's with a little more push- no other reason. Heero responded eagerly, pulling Wufei close to him by wrapping an arm around his ribs in a bone cracking grasp. His other hand pushed Wufei's already loose sweats down to the floor.

 

Wufei gave a small squeak - manly squeak but still a squeak - and broke the kiss feeling embarrassed about standing naked while his boyfriend - lover - stood fully clothed. He opened his mouth to tell Heero that they needed to talk things over and now might not be the best time to mess around, but Heero spoke first.

 

“I just want to touch you a little,” Heero said, his breathing marginally faster than before. “I wasn't able to get a good look at you since the incident at the hospital - that's all.”

 

Wufei sighed and shut his mouth, grateful Trowa had helped him wash. The decision had been made for better or for worse. He was stuck with Heero and Heero was stuck with him for - maybe the rest of their lives if he believed the things he had been told - and they could talk until the Earth fell into the Sun and they'd still have issues. In the end it was a matter of trust as far as he could see. He had to trust Heero in all aspects of their relationship the same way Heero trusted him.

 

“Take off the shirt Yuy,” he said instead. “I don't think my eyes can handle that much brightness right now.”

 

Heero complied, stepping back instantly and as he did, Wufei shook himself free and made his way to the bedside stand. He was wondering if looking down counted as putting pressure on his healing eyes then decided he didn't need to push his luck. Added to the fact he was feeling slight nervous about walking around his room naked while Heero stood watching him, shirt in hand. Wufei slipped a hand into the drawer and groped blindly, his eyes fixed on Heero all the time. Finally his hand closed on the familiar object, a little squashed and somewhat cold. He walked over to Heero and slapped the tube into his open palm. After all, relationships were based on sex as well

 

Heero looked at the tube of lube in his hand as if Wufei had handed him a grenade, then gave it back to Wufei.

 

Wufei handed it back to Heero.

 

He got it back just as fast.

 

“It's lube,” he said, finally. “We're going to need it if we're to fuck.”

 

“We're not going to,” Heero said, though his eyes said otherwise. ”Not now.” He amended, looking at Wufei's naked form. Wufei decided he was not imagining the flush that crept along Heero's face not the noticeable tenting in the front of his pants. “Put that thing away, Wufei,” Heero sounded as if he was convincing himself. "You're hurt and recovering from a surgery. This is not the time.”

 

“It is,” said Wufei and handed over the lube, frustrated. “I had an eye operation so if I don't strain myself much…” He thought back to his gay porn videos and decided that though there was a lot of motion, perhaps they could do it so he could lie on his back and not really damage himself further.

 

“No.”

 

“Yuy,” Wufei said n a dangerously low voice. They always said the first time was the hardest and he was finding out just why. Oh yes, there were three other people in the flat but he didn't really want to think about that. Anyway, he really wasn't up to sending those three off on a shopping trip again so really….he could close the door and hope they were quiet. Just how much noise could they generate between the two of them?

 

“Fine,” said Heero, and lobbed the lube back to Wufei. “You fuck me.” “Or you could lie on your back and…”

`The most traveled lube in the world,' Wufei thought. “I…” he really didn't know how. He'd seen a lot of porn but well, that didn't really count and it was matter of trust as he'd originally decided. “You do me.” He looked at the lube and wondered. “Do you want me to prep myself?” Well, he knew how to in theory and he'd seen a few clips on how, though most porn skipped that part and went right to the action. Not that he really wanted to or anything and really, this was such a turn off.

 

“Yes…no…I…” Heero stuttered, his eyes slightly out of focus. “Wufei…”

 

“Yuy,” Wufei ground out. “Take the bloody lube, then fuck me up the ass. Now.” He was nervous, he was slightly cold and he could see how romance was going to be the key word in their relationship… Oh, well.

 

Wufei didn't do scared very well since he had never been really scared in his entire life. He had been scared for other people and once or twice that he might die before he could finish his mission but he hadn't experienced that paralyzing fear of uncertainty before-- and he wasn't about to start. He also didn't know the meaning of the word hesitation. Once his mind was made up he rushed into action, no matter what the situation. He stepped forward and started to work on Heero belt with every intention of stripping Heero of his clothes so they could both be naked.

 

“Slow down,” said Heero as he tried to break free of Wufei inquisitive fingers.

 

“Well,” Wufei pointed out. “You were the one who wanted to do this before.” To emphasize the point, he cupped Heero groin through his clothes, feeling his erection twitch.

 

Wordlessly, Heero picked up Wufei, carried him over to the bed and put him on it, face up. Then he motioned Wufei to stay still - it was the same hand movement they'd used on filed missions to indicate `enemy sighted, stay flat on the ground' - then started to pull his jeans down. He finished unbuckling his belt extremely quickly and pushed off his trousers with his eyes fixed on Wufei. Next he kept the lube on the night stand and got on to the bed carefully.

 

“Tell me to stop the moment it hurts,” Heero said, taking all the extra pillows from around them. Wufei just nodded absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on Heero's erection. He had seen it before but not in the context of `it's about to be stuck up my ass' and when he looked at it that way, Heero's penis was huge.

 

Heero leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, on his chin, and then down his chest. He stopped to flick his tongue over Wufei's nipples but didn't stop long enough to give them undivided attention. His tongue found Wufei's hard muscled, yet slender arms, then a flat, narrow stomach. He teased the little belly button, nibbled on exposed and jutting hipbones.

 

“We've been at the foreplay stage for long enough,” Wufei said slowly, sounding a little breathless. “Can we get on with the main event?”

 

“The main aim was to get you to relax,” Heero said softly.

 

“I'm on medication,” Wufei said flippantly. “If you want me to relax any further, you'll have to hit me on the head.”

 

Heero looked unconvinced as he inched further down, lifted Wufei's legs out of the way, licking over Wufei's erection, sucking his balls briefly before tonguing his hole Heero straightened up, lifted Wufei briefly, then started pushing the pillows under his hips one by one, positioning Wufei's feet flat on the mattress with his knees pushed high wide apart. When Heero was satisfied with the end result, he dove back down to resume what he was doing before.

 

Wufei was torn between embarrassment - he'd never felt this exposed, not even during the last Preventer physical, and Sally had been the one to do it. The need to tell Heero to stop was overwhelming. Rimming was fine on porn films but in real life it seemed vaguely disgusting, and the urge to make Heero never stop—But God, the feeling was unbelievable.

 

Heero's tongue wasn't s firm as a finger but it was so good that Wufei's muscles did not even spasm when it forced its way in. He whimpered as his insides were probed and tried to push down on Heero despite his earlier misgivings. Heero drew back finally and smiled a little shakily.

 

“I could continue but really, I don't think I can last that long.”

 

Wufei made a disappointed noise and wondered if he could grab Heero's head by the hair and force him back down. Then Heero uncapped the tube, took some lube and forced a finger up Wufei's passageway. Wufei was already relaxed so he did not even feel the second finger being added. It felt so damn good. He reached for Heero and their lips locked again, even as Heero's fingers found his prostate. His entire body shook and he arched upwards, teeth clamped tightly together and almost biting down on Heero's ill-situated tongue.

 

“Heero,” he said finally. “Now.”

 

“It's only two fingers,” Heero said weakly, while pouring more lube into his palm and slathering it on his erection. Wufei spread his legs wider and growled.

 

“Now, Yuy.”

 

Heero was happy to oblige.

 

It hurt. Not a lot- but adequate to snap him out of his trance but not enough for his erection to wilt. He gasped and Heero stilled

“Ok?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Heero inched in slowly until he was completely inside. From the look on his face it was obvious he was very pleased with where he was. He gripped Wufei's hips, leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. “Ok?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Heero pulled back a little and pushed in again. He seemed to consider it, adjusted his angle and then …oh….oh…shit….”More” Wufei managed to gasp out.

 

He lifted his hands to grasp the head board but his right shoulder protested so he gripped it with only his left one. The other he used to touch Heero -his broad back trembling with stress, scared chest, flat stomach with every outline of muscle he could make out in the faint light of the bedroom.

 

Wufei could feel each and every movement as Heero pushed inside him, brushing his prostate with every stroke. It was a toe curling feeling between pain and pleasure and he wasn't sure if he should scream or groan. His erection bounced a little, trapped between the two of them, leaking clear fluid. Wufei wanted to grasp it but his hand did not feel coordinated enough.

 

Oh, god, he was so close. But apparently Heero was even closer. His thrusts grew faster and shorter and more forceful, almost shoving Wufei onto the head board. Heero's eyes were unfocused as he continued ram into Wufei's body, his face contorted in pleasure. Then he gave two more sharp thrusts and paused-- then came, filling Wufei's insides.

 

Wufei could feel Heero pulsing inside him as he relaxed back into the pillow. He held out a hand to ease Heero down, not wanting to have that weight flop down on his battered body, but Heero pulled out gently, slid down and took Wufei's neglected erection in his mouth. Wufei didn't need much prompting.

 

As soon as Heero's lips closed over the head and slid down his erection, Wufei twitched. Heero took a deep breath, to calm himself down or to bring himself back from the orgasm induced lethargy, then began to mouth and suck on the balls drawn tight to the body, his fingers played with the light brush of dark black pubic hair. Then, just like a big sensual cat, he began to lick the twitching shaft in front of Wufei's eyes. The wet tongue probed the slit just before Heero deep throating him, his tongue torturing and beautifully dexterous, and Wufei had been close to orgasm to being with. He came with a shout, the only real sound he'd made during the entire time as his eyes fluttered shut and his toes curled.

 

Heero looked satisfied with the outcome as he drew back, swallowing and smiling like a lunatic. Well, Heero smiling was such a novel experience, Wufei wasn't sure he wanted to close his eyes. But his body had decided on its own that it needed to shut down. Even as he fought against it, sleep tugged at him and he could feel himself slipping into…

 

“Yuy,” he snapped awake instantly. “What are you doing…down there?”

 

“Just checking you,” Heero said, his head between Wufei's legs. “You're bleeding slightly.” Well, he had been called a tight ass before.

 

“I didn't even feel it,” he said and it was true. Compared to what he had gone through, that was nothing.

 

“I'll get a tissue and clean you up properly,” Heero said, rolling off the bed. Wufei wondered where Heero got the energy to speak, let alone move around. Seeing that Wufei was about to protest, Heero held up a hand. “It'll make me feel better.”

 

“Fine…whatever,” Wufei mumbled. “Just don't expect me to be awake when you get back.”

 

a/n-I only have one more chapter left where I tie together all the loose strings. It's sort of like an Epilogue but not quite that. If you want me to address anything in it, drop me a note.

 

In answer to sylenctone's questions in Chapter 3 and Sancta's suggestion in chapter 4, I'll deal with them in the next chapter. Thank you for the reviews. I don't usually answer them coz I get annoyed when I go to read fic and see a whole host of review replies instead to ppl I know nothing of so assume everyone else is the same. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate getting reviews. *hint*