Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo-bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it)

The Elements Chapter 3

MIlliardo watched as Heero walked away. He couldn't resist the urge to pass his hand over the boy's firm ass. Heero was gorgeous beyond belief and quiet, a perfect boyfriend candidate in Milliardo's opinion.

Milliardo had seen the slight junior when he first came on the floor earlier that day, and he had known right then that he would make Heero his own. The feelings of lust and wanting surged in him even more after meeting the boy.

Heero was the perfect combination of looks and personality. His skin was the color of honey, his eyes the hue of a sea at storm, and his lips appeared as though bee-stung. But his personality -- oh, his personality. The boy was kind and quiet beyond belief -- obedient to a fault. Miliardo had learned this when Heero refused to just jerk his hand out of Milliardo's when he had held it just a *little* too long.

Milliardo smiled to himself as he left the cafeteria to find more information on the delicious young boy. Oh, yes, Heero Yuy would be his.

***

Duo spit out his milk at Wufei's revelation. "You kissed him?!" he asked. "When? Why?"

Wufei leaned back in his seat and smirked, not saying anything.

"Oh, come on, 'Fei," Quatre demanded. "I want to know *everything*. Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"I'm also a little curious," Trowa said.

Wufei smiled then, and Duo knew he was going to break down and tell them. Wufei never told them anything until Trowa -- who always asked last -- wanted to know.

"It happened the summer after eighth grade," Wufei said. "It was at camp. Heero was in my cabin, the twelve to fourteen year-olds' cabin. His brothers were there, too, in the fifteen to seventeen cabin.

"Anyway, it was a month into camp, and everybody but me and him were gone. I was listening to my C.D. player, and he was doing something -- I can't remember what. He came and sat down on my bed, extremely close to me.

"I took my headphones off and sat up. He was looking at me with those big blue eyes of his, and he had his hands in his lap. Suddenly, he just crawled into my lap, and started kissing me. I, of course, kissed back. I mean, when someone *that* gorgeous is in your lap, you don't say no.

"That's when when older brothers decided to come visit him. They walked in right as I stuck my hand under his shirt. Oh, they were mad. After that, they had him switched back to the nine to eleven cabin -- he was still eleven at the time. They said I was a 'bad influence'."

Duo listened quietly to the whole story, but burst out laughing at this. "Of *course* they called you a 'bad influence'. You were sticking your tongue down an eleven year-old's throat," Duo said. Then he had a great idea. "Maybe his brothers would make him change rooms if they labeled *me* a 'bad influence'." Duo almost didn't notice Wufei leaving the table, he was so caught up in how to become a 'bad influence'. "Hey, Wu-man, where ya going?"

"Maxwell, if you saw *your* walking wet dream after two years, wouldn't you at least say 'Hi'?" Wufei asked as he walked over to the table where Heero and his brothers were.

***

Heero sat at the table where Rafe, Leif, and Eric were. Rafe had gotten him food when he went through the line; his brothers knew that he wouldn't eat if they didn't make him. It was kind of hard to eat if your food kept screaming at you, he always tried to tell them.

Heero was startled when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see a vaguely familiar Chinese boy. "Hello," he said slowly, trying to figure out who this was. Suddenly, it came to him. "Wufei, how have you been?"

Wufei answered that he had been good, and asked if he could talk to Heero alone. Heero had noticed the dark glares his brothers had been giving Wufei, so he agree to speak with him away from everyone.

The two walked out of the cafeteria and into a deserted stairwell. Everyone was eating, so they didn't have to worry about anybody overhearing them. Heero noticed that Wufei suddenly turned shy when they were officially *alone*.

"So?" he prompted Wufei.

"So, what?" Wufei asked, fidgeting.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" he replied. Wufei opened his mouth to say something, but Heero interrupted him. "No, it's not stupid. Just ask me; the answer will be yes." Heero smiled up at the other boy, who was only three inches taller than him.

Wufei took in a big breath of air, and smiled down at Heero. "Thanks," he said. "Heero, will you go out with me tomorrow -- Saturday -- night? Say, 7:30?"

Heero agreed, and reached up to give Wufei a peck on the lips. Then, he left, leaving a speechless Wufei behind him.

***

Du was angry, again. Wufei, that traitor, had gone to befriend the enemy. Probably wanted to fuck Heero up his sweet, little ass.

No! Duo was not going to thing about that -- he was *not* gay, and he did *not* think Heero's ass was sweet. His mother had told him he wasn't gay, so he wasn't. Duo knew his mother would hate him even more that she did if he was a faggot*, and she already hated him enough to send him to a boarding school halfway across the country for eleven years. So, no, he wasn't gay, and no, he didn't think his roommate was good looking at all. Nope, none, nada.

Well, maybe just a *little* bit -- in a completely non-gay way.

But that wasn't the point! The point was that Duo had to make Wufei stop liking Heero, so he could help him get the boy out of his room.. Duo pondered on this, until he had a brilliant idea.

Maybe he didn't need to get Heero *out* of his room, but *into* Wufei's!

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