Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Hidden Self ❯ Part 5 ( Chapter 5 )

A/N - Read the note at the end

 

Animal fic part 5

 

 

As kisses went it was pathetic - Wufei had not kissed anyone before and from the feel of it, neither had Heero. Heero seemed more intent on holding Wufei tightly against his chest and forcing him against the wall, making it hard for him to breathe. He pushed Heero aside and scowled, “If you have no idea what you're doing, just tell me already,” he snapped.

 

Heero, thankfully enough, didn't point out that Wufei did not seem to be well versed in that area either. Instead, he simply shrugged and moved away. “I can read up on the correct technique,” he offered blandly and turned towards the controls of the ship. Wufei looked at the closed door of the cock pit, feeling slightly disappointed, not sure if Heero was joking about their situation. Did the genetically engineered even have a sense of humor to start off with?

 

Heero, despite his nonchalant appearance, must have felt it too since he reached for Wufei and cuffed him gently at the back of his neck, “Let's leave the controls on auto-pilot and join the others,” he said. “We have two and a half hours till we land.”

 

Wufei nodded and preceded Heero to the hatch before anything else could be said -- he did not know what. Their disastrous kiss seemed to weigh heavily on his mind -- perhaps because as far as he could see physical compatibility was just about the only thing that seemed to keep him linked to Heero. He did not know anything about Heero, had not known he was a creation rather than a real person until recently and while it had seemed like a good idea to elope, he was starting to regret his impulsiveness.

 

Feeling rather morose, Wufei walked into the central room and flopped into a window seat, hoping that at least the view would distract him from his inner thoughts. He could see the other three look at him inquiringly but one look at his face seemed to have convinced them of the need to keep quiet. Heero stepped out of the cock-pit and Wufei looked away once again, unable to think. Heero proceeded down the aisle to the seat next to Wufei and seated himself slowly, almost as if giving Wufei the time to tell him to move away. Wufei looked at him and then looking out again at the cloud covered expanse below him scowling. Just his luck, they were flying over something resembling an expanse of fluffy marshmallows obscuring his view of the ground below. While interesting in the beginning, it was rather monotonous and even he could not pretend to be overwhelmed by the scene.

 

The other three, seated on the opposite side, observed the proceedings in silence and then turned towards each other as one and started talking with each other loudly. Wufei turned his head to glare at them to let them know they weren't fooling anyone, then looked away to sulk.

 

When Heero first touched him, Wufei put it down as an accident. It was just a slight pressure against his shoulder as the other shifted in his seat. Wufei looked out intently, trying to see if there was break in the cloud formation. There had to be a gap somewhere - it wasn't as if it was solid. Then Heero shifted again and the seat divider moved a little and a warm hand landed on his upper thigh. Wufei jumped, snarling, “What?”

 

“Quatre asked you a question,” Heero said blankly and Wufei felt himself flushing. He was overreacting on the top of it and it was so unlike him to jump to conclusions like that. Had he really thought Heero might have put his hand on Wufei thigh deliberately? What was he thinking?

 

“I'm sorry,” said Wufei, trying to regain his composure. “I was distracted by the view. What did you ask?”

 

“We don't know anything about you Wufei,” the blond said in a pleasant voice. Wufei had an idea that he made a good mediator. “And you know next to nothing about us, so - I thought we could just get to know each other a little better.”

 

Wufei sighed - talking about his personal preferences was rather low on his list of things to do even if he was in a group of people who seemed non-judgmental. “I have nothing to say,” he said as calmly as possible. “Now, if you'll excuse me…”

 

“I want to know,” Duo chipped in. “How did you three meet?”

 

Quatre seemed floored by the question while Wufei lifted his head in interest. He was interested in the answer no matter his show of disinterest - he was also curious as to how a mixed-breed cat, a wolf and a deer had all become fast friends.

 

“Well,” Quatre said after a short pause, giving a rather nervous smile. “Trowa and I met through his sister, Cathy.”

 

“Oh,” said Duo leaning forward in his seat. “Do go on.”

 

Wufei shifted a little, aware that Heero had yet to remove his hand from Wufei leg - it was resting exactly where it had landed, warm and heavy, as large as a pink elephant in the room. The seating arrangement on the other side was four seats, in sets of two facing each other, with Trowa seated facing the other two, Wufei was sure everyone knew where Heero's hand was resting.

 

“Trowa's sister is in the entertainment business,” Quatre explained to Duo. “She does exclusive shows to house parties …”

 

“You mean like strip shows?” Duo sounded excited and Wufei winced at the thought. That, he did not want to know.

 

“Oh, no,” Quatre actually sounded amused and Trowa snorted, seemingly not offended. “She's a knife thrower and that day, she brought Trowa as her assistant.”

 

“Ah,” said Duo in a voice which implied he understood. “Sounds like fun.”

 

“It was,” Quatre said. As he was really getting to the story, the hand started to inch up Wufei leg - not that there was that much distance to inch up. “Cathy's knife slipped a little and Trowa's cheek got cut.”

 

“Almost a scratch,” Trowa said, making the first contribution to the conversation. Heero hand cupped Wufei's crotch.

 

Wufei gave out a strangled gasp, as if someone had stepped on his tail and grabbed Heero's wrist in a grip that should have had him screaming in pain. There was no reaction and Wufei could not even budge the offending arm. Wufei resorted to rounding up on Heero angrily, “Yuy, kindly remove your hand from … from…” He drifted off as three pairs of eyes centered on his as one.

 

“So, you treated him,” said Duo, sounding slightly forced.

 

“Yeah,” said Quatre hastily. “After the show …”

 

Wufei tried to shift his hips but at the exact same moment, Heero's hand moved, his hot palm cupping his semi -erect cock gently. Wufei tensed. Stifling a groan, Wufei spread his legs wider despite the protests of his mind. It felt so good; his body wanted more, audience be damned. It was as if his body was reacting to the physical stimulation even when common sense told him that he should not be acting in this manner in public.

 

Heero reached for the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down with a loud `zzz' sound. It was probably heard all over the cabin. Wufei wanted to stand up, to run away, but three things arrested his movements. One was Heero's hand down his pants, cupping his rapidly hardening member through his underwear. Secondly, there was nowhere else to go since they were in a confined space and hiding in the small bedroom and through that to the bathroom was not how he planned to spend the rest of the voyage. And finally, the other three were trying very hard to act as if nothing was wrong.

 

The moment Heero's fingertips brushed the skin of Wufei's pelvis, Wufei's eyes closed reflexively. He couldn't believe the sensation of thrills and chills coursing down his spine. Had two other people done something similar in Wufei's presence he would have reacted with righteous indignation, perhaps told them to take their perverted activities elsewhere. How dare they display such base animalistic behavior - the fact they were shifters meant they were better than ordinary animals and a step above normal humans. However, at that moment lust was overcoming most of his thought processes, and all Wufei wanted was more of this sensation.

 

“…plastered his cheek and we got talking and…”

 

Heero moved Wufei's underwear aside and cupped his erect member, making him gasp. Oh, by the Ceiling Cat, this was not happening to him! Wufei was clutching at Heero's wrist but it had approximately as much effect as if he had been clutching at a steel beam. Not in the presence of others who were all happy to ignore his plight. Not that Wufei was protesting too much. He could have broken loose at any moment -- he was well versed in martial arts - enough to break Heero's arm and get free but there was something deliciously forbidden about getting hand job in the presence of others even if they were not looking at him.

 

Still, Wufei did not want everyone to see his body bared to the open air so he grabbed a blanket from a side of the seat and draped it haphazardly over his lap just as Heero eased his dick out of his jeans. The blanket didn't help Wufei since he knew his entire cock was now protruding from his pants. Hesitantly, Wufei peeked down. Seeing the blanket appearing like a tent and Heero started to move his hand up and down in a familiar, yet at the same time novel way, making his neck snap back. Wufei's head hit the headrest hard as he bit back a groan.

 

“…then …” Quatre's voice seemed to falter, not that Wufei had been paying any attention to it. It had just been there in the background like some comforting noise. “..I…uh…”

 

Heero's hand sped up, thumb flicking over the head of Wufei erection on the upstroke reached the tip…

 

“If you keep that up, you'll make me come,” Wufei gasped hoarsely in a voice so unlike his own he was startled.

 

“That should feel good,” Heero answered back matter-of-factly.

 

“I'll get come on my - Quatre's clothes.” The owner of the clothes had stopped talking completely and Trowa suddenly bolted from view into the bedroom.

 

“Use this,” Duo called out and a pack of hand wipes came flying over to them and landed on Heero's head.

 

Normally, Wufei would have died of embarrassment but instead he just sank further into the seat, spreading his legs further to give Heero more access. He did not care who was watching as long as he got his release. Wufei felt his body shiver as Heero was intent on making him come where he sat. “Shit, I can't hold it,” he gasped, tearing the cellophane cover off the tissue packet with his teeth in his hurry. Feeling it rush up on him before he could prevent it, Wufei snatched the tissues in a bunch and whipped it under the blanket quickly, trying his best to contain the mess.

 

Never in his wildest dreams did Wufei imagine he would be ejaculating in his seat, with an audience as well. His climax washed over him, his body tensing up, his teeth clenching, Wufei came with a muted grunt. As his body shook, he fell back in to the seat, realizing for the first time that he was sweating profusely.

 

“Oh, shit, man,” Duo said after a while. “You think Trowa's finished jerking off `cause I think it's my turn on the loo now.”

 

~!@#$%^&*()_+

 

“I'm not talking to you,” Wufei told Duo who ignored the comment to sit on the bed.

 

“You missed dinner,” said Duo conversationally, plucking at the bedcover. Qutre's mansion was opulent, and the bedroom Wufei had been assigned was spacious and welcoming.

 

“Quatre had one of his sisters bring up a tray for me,” Wufei said, feeling slightly better that the most embarrassing incident of his life has not been brought up.

 

“Ah,” said Duo, looking at Wufei. “Just how many sisters does he have? I've lost count.”

 

“Far more than you can count.” Wufei smirked slightly, feeling more secure now that that dreaded topic had not been brought up.

 

“As if you'd know,” Duo taunted back. “For a guy who spent the entire time since we've disembarked in his shift form, you seem pretty collected.”

 

Wufei colored and looked away. He knew he was behaving rudely, especially to his hosts who had put up with him at a moment's notice but he had been so ashamed of his transgression that he had been unable to face anyone. He had shifted into his animal form, leaving al his clothes behind in his hurry and had remained so until they had landed. Then Quatre, perhaps understanding Wufei's mental state, had asked one of his sisters to escort Wufei to his room and that he be left undisturbed. Wufei did not know what excuse had been given, perhaps that he was too exhausted after eloping to face everyone else.

 

“Let's not -- “ Wufei started when Duo grinned and flopped backwards on the bed.

 

“This is good,” he said wistfully. “They gave me and entire bedroom with an attached bathroom. And there were towels.”

 

“As if you'd know how to use them,” Wufei said, not unkindly. It made him uncomfortable to hear his friend talk with awe about things he'd taken for granted.

 

“Yeah,” Duo agreed readily. “I think I'd nick a few things while I have the chance.”

 

“You wouldn't,” Wufei said, looking at his friend sharply.

 

“Oh,” said Duo still grinning cheekily. “May be I will, maybe I won't.” Then he smirked knowingly. “But your boyfriend gives a whole new meaning to the word sticky fingers doesn't he?”

 

Wufei colored, this time more with anger than anything else at the memory of what Heero had done. “I'll kill him,” he snarled angrily. “How dare he do something like that …”

 

“You know,” Duo said thoughtfully. “He's not really a bad guy, right?”

 

Wufei paused mid-rant to face his friend, frowning. “What do you mean?”

 

“He let me come along, for one thing,' Duo said contemplatively. “And he lets you have your temper tantrums.”

 

“That doesn't exactly make him a good person,” Wufei protested. “And earlier…”

 

“But you're to blame as much as he is since…” Duo shut up when he saw the expression on Wufei face.

 

“Whatever,” Wufei said grumpily, trying to lighten the mood. “Don't you have a room of your own? Scamp, I'm going to get some sleep and you should, too.”

 

Duo made a face but pulled himself to his feet, yawning as he did. “I'm going, I'm going,” he mouthed sleepily. He shuffled to the door on bare feet, stopped as he reached the handle and spoke, his back to Wufei. “Hey, Wufei … you know, about Heero…”

 

“What of him,” Wufei said, making sure not to make it a question but curious.

 

“You know,” Duo hesitated. “That … he's not exactly --“ again an annoying pause.“ --human.”

 

Wufei paused and then looked at his friend who had swung around to face the room. “It did come up in a recent conversation.”

 

“Are you all right with it?" Duo asked softly.

 

“Who told you?” Wufei asked, ignoring the question.

 

“I knew for some time,” Duo said with another half-hearted shrug. “You read philosophy and poetry, I read the news papers.”

 

“So this was old news,” Wufei asked with a sinking feeling. “And why do you feel the need to tell this to me now - why not at the beginning?”

 

“Because if I'd told you before, you'd have assumed you knew him,” Duo said with a small grin. “Now you do so you're in a position to judge him from what you know about him - skillful hands not … umph…” He stopped as Wufei threw a pillow at him.

 

“Seriously, Duo,” said Wufei thoughtfully. “What do you know - all I know is that he's a result of some genetic experiment conducted in Sanc.”

 

“Well,” said Duo thoughtfully. “Did he tell you he caused quite a scandal in Sanc when the news came out? It was bad for their pacifist image. It was just after the death of the king and Relena had been crowned queen.”

 

Wufei wordlessly shook his head.

 

“And then the Queen, in what is considered her only brilliant political move, had him instated as her bodyguard,” Duo concluded with a flourish.

 

“So in other words, she was hiding him in plain sight,” Wufei decided.

 

“Something like that.” Duo winked. “Or maybe she was just swept away by his manliness and thought to have him next to her for all times. If those rumors are true, most bodyguards do a lot of off duty work with the person they are guarding.” Wufei was surprised to feel a stab of jealousy at those words as he managed a look of indifference. “Wasn't really paying any attention at the time,” Duo added. “You should look it up on the net or ask Heero for the full story.”

 

“I will,” Wufei said shortly then softened his words with a smile. “Thank you - Duo.”

 

“No problem,” Duo leered. “Just name your first kit after me.”

 

Note: Ok, as things go, I'm shifting to Singapore. That's a whole new different country for me (NUS to be exact) I'm going on the 8th so in the middle of some last minute packing. I have no idea how long it'll take me to settle down and whether I'll have the time to update this story frequently. Also, I'm leaving my computer behind so I'll have to find / buy something there, get a new connection etc …etc…

 

So, wish me luck and if you think I should know anything before I go to Singapore, plz, let me know. In the mean time, I'll update this story as soon as I've found my footing there.

 

Also, Happy new year everybody :)