Part One
Disclaimers: Gundam
Wing belongs to Asahi TV, Bandai and all other related parties. This a fanfic, written purely for
entertainment. No moola, no nothing for suing
Warnings: There is a hint of OOC in the
characters. Also, allusions to sex and some violence.
That’s about it.
Harry Dole evidently
had an interest in pretty boys.
Proven by the fact that he was trying to grope Duo through his
pants. For the third time.
Wufei quenched the urge to kick the pervert into kingdom come and
concentrated instead on the Coke in front of him. Phase One wasn’t going
according to plan, they were supposed to have the codes by now. Instead, the
infernal man who was selling out (his lack of honor would be something to
benefit from) was asking for companionship.
Duo wasn’t
drinking. Yet. His face held a brilliant smile but the
amethyst eyes glittered with an emotion Wufei had
never seen, never dreamed existed inside the American.
Shame.
Of course
he could recognize it. Could one not see in others what he hid so far into
himself?
Harry was
intoxicated beyond the point of safety. The liquor and the beautiful boys next
to him were enough to lower his guard when it should never have been higher.
“Fifty thousand credits seems like a paltry sum when
you think of what I am giving you. Perhaps you’d want to offer something more?”
His eyes flickered to Duo for a second as he made it clear what he wanted the
offer to be.
Surprise
did not even flutter onto Duo’s face. Even with the Chinese boy all that showed
was a quick clench of jaw. Copper lashes lowered for minute as he considered
Harry’s hands on his thigh then back up as he stared at Wufei.
The decision is yours, his gaze read. Velvet night eyes widened at this and Wufei straightened slightly, his mind clicking into
overdrive.
Duo willed himself to
breathe slowly. Please. Please. Please. He didn’t know what he was asking for. Mercy? Symphathy? The Chinese boy’s face hardened and he felt his heart
plummet down to the general vicinity of his toes. Scum again. That was what he
was. He lowered his head. Geez. Why couldn’t he make his own decisions about this kindda stuff?
The
Shit.
“I am
sorry, Mr. Dole.” Wufei said in his perfect English.
He even managed a slight British accent. Duo’s head snapped up at the
steel-underlined tone. “But we made it clear over our transmission that you
would accept a fee of fifty thousand credits and tickets to the L93481 Striker
Colony. And that was all. This boy was not part of it.”
“I didn’t
know he was coming.” Harry whined. “I’d lower it to half if you’d just—”
“A deal is
a deal. I tend to observe mine to the letter. I expect no less of you. If you
cannot keep your end of it, I will conduct my business elsewhere.” He stood to
leave.
Duo was
far beyond ecstatic. Did it mean what it did? He tried to contain the smile on
his face and failed utterly. Lord, he wanted to take the stern warlord face
between his hands and kiss Wufei into tomorrow!
“Wait.”
Harry was apparently desperate enough to know that this was his last chance. “All right. The money?”
Duo slid it across the
table.
“Fine.” Harry tossed a rectangular chip to Wufei.
“The three codes you wanted are in there.”
“Good.”
Duo said before reaching into his jacket pocket and withdrawing a shuttle
ticket. “You’ll know what we’ll do if these turn out to be fake.”
“They’re
not.” Harry said wearily, inclining his head to order another drink. “Too bad about that, pretty boy.” His hand slid up from its
current position on Duo’s knee. “You lead people on too fast you know.”
Duo jumped
up too late to avoid the halfhearted feel up. “We have what we need. See ya.” He grabbed Wufei’s hand
before the Chinese boy could say anything and ran.
Harry’s
eyes followed them out.
The Sheraton
When they
reached the hotel room Duo got out of his clothes so fast he was naked halfway
from the doorway to the bathroom. The door slammed shut after him and Wufei heard the sprizt of shower
water hitting tile and then skin. He could just imagine it, from the small
glimpses he’d sneaked over the past two weeks. Glorious, beautiful perfect
skin, water sluicing over it and—
Wufei turned his thoughts from the decidedly sensous
path they were taking. It was enough that the braided pilot roused feelings of
extreme protectiveness and confusion in him (he had never desired anyone like
this before, not even Meiran), this feeling of lust
of would do nothing more than jeapordize the mission.
He picked up the discarded jeans and velvet long sleeved shirt and noticed that
Duo had no underwear lying around. That
brought on another unwanted blush.
Duo was
thinking. And he tended to do this kind of thing for long periods.
Why had Wufei done that? Surely it would have been simpler if he
lowered the price and just gave him up for a fuck. Fifty thousand credits was a
lot of money, and they sure could have used it to fund some other mission. Even
just half that, like that Harry creep had offered. But he didn’t.
Duo leaned
his head back against the wall and sighed as the shower spray pounded his legs.
He knew better than to wonder why. Sometimes he just didn’t get that dude.
But god
was he glad the guy got him.
“Maxwell?
The food’s here.” Wufei’s Japanese sounded so Chinese
sometimes, the syllables of his words matching the staccato knock on the
bathroom door. Impatient, Wufei knocked again. “It’s
getting cold, you’ve been there long enough.”
“Yeah. Coming.” There was a small
squeak, then the sound of a faucet turning. Then the door opened and a
heat-flushed Duo stood there wearing nothing but a small towel and a grin.
Great Gods
Above, have mercy on me. Wufei thought. “The food’s
here.”
“Any
contact?” Duo asked as he surveyed the sandwiches and made his way to the
closet where the robes were hanging.
Wufei focused on the TV, pretending that he couldn’t hear the towel
slip to the floor as Duo slipped the extremely large bathrobe on. “Not yet. I
believe we will hear from Yuy or Barton soon.”
“Phase Two
to commence immediately.” Duo murmured, mimicking Heero’s
flat tones. “Guess we won’t have time for a little break, ne?
Too bad. I wanted to check out
“Maybe.” Wufei didn’t miss it. Would
they even be alive by then?
What a weakling you are, to doubt so far into
the war. A voice and too-fierce eyes, gouging and knowing that the
words dug and twisted. And hurt. Even if the words were imagined.
“Wu?”
Startled
out of the sudden memory slip, he looked up. “Tired.”
Duo
wondered at the sudden shadows that deepened Wufei’s
eyes. Acting without thought, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around the
other boy’s waist, cheek brushing the side of Wufei’s
neck as he rested on his chin on one strong shoulder. “We’ll be alive.” He
said. “We’re much too good looking to die.”
For a
moment, all Wufei could do was feel Duo, the strong muscle that underlay the boy’s slenderness,
the soft expanse of still wet hair, the cinnamon tang of his scent. He knew
that these small details would haunt his dreams for perhaps eternity. But he
hugged him back.
“Thank
you.” Gratitude made the words soft. Wufei’s heart
clenched at the way they seemed to skitter out of Duo’s mouth, bumping into
each other like raindrops on a roof. Like Duo never had much use for those two
words.
“Aa.” Was all he said, all
his musings about the other boy safely hidden in his mind.
They remained that way for a long time.