|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| Saviors | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Part 11 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Warning: Shounen ai, Nasty language, Major AU, some violence and knowing me lots of fluff. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Description: In a land of great poverty a group of young warriors must become saviors despite the obstacles they must overcome on | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| their journey. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ~~~~~ | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Milliardo, please," pleaded the oriental teen as he backed up into the corner, desperate to escape the blondes unwanted attentions. "I have things to do and Diane is expecting me back any minute now." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I'm sure your apprentice can find something to amuse herself with in your extended absence," Milliardo purred, brushing his hand against the others cheek. He bent to capture Wufei's lips in a kiss but was met by empty space as the boy darted away, through the gap between the wall and the blonde?s side. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| There was a husky laugh as Milliardo chased after him. "Playing hard to get, are we dragon?" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei sighed in frustration as he sped up. Why was the man do damn persistent? He had done everything short of pulling out his katana and slicing him into tiny bits. "I think you're mistaking hard to get for plain unwillingness!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You've always been a tease!" was his only reply. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei groaned and skidded around a corner, barely noting which direction his feet were taking him. Ever since the tall blonde man had showed up at the university it seemed he was spending less time studying and more time running. 'Well, at least my life can't be considered dull. And I am getting quite a bit of a workout.' | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He turned another corner and ran face first into an open door. He fell backward and landed on the floor with a loud thud. He stifled a curse and climbed to his feet, rubbing at his behind. Before he could fully regain his senses, Milliardo came up behind him, wrapping his arms around narrow hips. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei squawked as he felt hot lips against the nap of his neck, and tried to pull himself away. The arms tightened there grip and Wufei gave up the struggled against Milliardo's considerable strength. Wufei was turned around and Milliardo's lips finally met with the target that he had been aiming for earlier. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The smaller boy tried to push himself away, eyes going wide, but the blonde ignored him. Wufei felt a tongue tease at the seam of his lips and opened his mouth, more from shock than anything else. Wufei stood still, all struggles leaving him as Milliardo explored the inside of his young loves mouth intently. He let his eyes flutter shut and began to respond to the mans gentle probing, shivering as his own tongue slid against the others. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'That's not so bad,' a dazed voice in the back of his head mused. 'In fact it feels down right enjoyable. Damn, have I ever been missing something.' | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Slim arms were wrapped around broad shoulders as the two really began to enjoy himself. This was Wufei's first kiss, and even if he was unwilling at first he planned to make it a good one. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Both jumped as someone coughed nearby. Wufei pulled himself away hastily and rubbed his sleeve against his tingling lips. He blushed and turned to find a group four young men about the same age as himself. A short blonde, a boy with an amazing chestnut braid, a tall green eyed boy and another with an intense cobalt gaze that sent a shiver of warning down his spine | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Now, really cousin, is this something you should be doing in the middle of the hallway?" the small blonde asked Milliardo. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well..uh....you see...." the tall blonde stuttered. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I thought not!" the others cerulean eyes twinkled merrily. "But than if I hadn't already found myself someone to keep me warm I might be tempted to join you." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei looked confusedly between the two as Milliardo gaped and the small boy grinned back. No one had been able to make the confident blonde speechless, not even Wufei, with all of his snappy comebacks. Now this whisp of a boy comes and totally turns the man into a stuttering idiot! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Milliardo blushed and looked down at the floor. "You aren't going to tell uncle are you?" He asked quietly. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course not!" the blonde reassured. "If father knew about half the things I did he'd have filleted me long ago." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Milliardo sighed in relief and returned to his normal, self-assured self. "In that case, it's wonderful to see you again, Quatre." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Quatre?! Quatre Winner?! He remembered once, that he had been told Milliardo had been related to the crown prince, but he had never guessed that they were this close. He flushed. The prince had caught him kissing his cousin! What must the other boy think of him now? His honor had just been thrown out the window. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Now who's your 'friend', Milli?" the blonde asked with a great deal of interest. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei heard the emphasis on the word 'friend' and blushed. It was obvious what the young prince meant by it. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Milliardo grinned wolfishly and wrapped a possessive arm around his waist. "This is Chang Wufei. He's the best scholar at this school. And I've been after him since I arrived here." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei grimaced and pulled away. "And I've been running the entire time," he muttered to himself. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The prince laughed, having heard the comment. "We'll it's nice to meet you Wufei. I'm sure we'll see lot's of each other before the days through. Especially if my cousin here is still as stubborn as he used to be." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Milliardo winked. "Don't doubt me for a moment." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatre smiled and gestured to the other boys. "These are my friends. " He lay a hand on the tall boy?s shoulder, "This is Trowa Barton. The boy with braid is Duo Maxwell and the boy with the glare that can kill someone with a glance is Heero Yuy." He laughed as Heero favored him one of these such glares. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei continued to feel awkward as the others began to chat. The braided boy, he noticed, spoke like he hadn't had much of an education. He had an accent that said he had spent most of his life on the streets. The boy who stood next to him, Heero, seemed troubled, as if he held the entire world on his shoulders but was trying to hide it from everyone else. The healer prince was standing next to the tall boy, grasping the other boys shoulder. Wufei knew perfectly well that there was something between the two. He could see it in the way they never parted. Wufei was good at reading people. Not a common trait in a scholar but a very valuable one. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei peaked out the window near by to find the sun had nearly set beyond the horizon. "Iya!!" he cried without thinking about the people standing around him. "Diane is going to have a fit! I was supposed to have the scrolls to her at least an hour ago!" | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Cool down, dragon," Milliardo chuckled. "I'm sure she realized that you had been held up and decided to do something else." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei glared at him. "I would have had it to her f you hadn't have distracted me! Gods! I haven't been able to get anything done since you got here! Between your seduction ploy and never ceasing questioning I haven't been able to finish a single project." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I just wanted to see if you were really the frigid prude that everyone says you are," Milliardo's cornflower blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Instead of that I found a little spitfire. Quite passionate, too." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei blushed as he remembered the kiss that had been rudely interrupted. He kind of wished that they could do it again. Just this once, just so that he could better enjoy it this time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He shook away the thought and continued to glare up at the older man. "I have work to do," he growled. "You aren't the most important thing in everyone?s life." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Nope. Only yours." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You're insufferable!" Wufei threw his hands up in defeat. "I give up. I honestly do." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "It's nice to know that you've finally surrendered to your fate," with that the blonde swooped down to claim his lips in a quick kiss. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei stared at him, shocked that the other man would do something like that with someone else around. He blushed again and pulled himself away. Why was it that he was always reduced to this when Milliardo was involved. Always blushing or sputtering. No one else did this to him. Milliardo had been telling the truth about what the others said about him. Everyone really thought he was frigid. Always locking himself up with his studies and ignoring everything that was going on around him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| But than Milliardo had come to the university a few months ago and all of this had changed. He was no longer confining himself to his rooms. Until now he had tried to convince himself that it had nothing to do with the long haired man. But now he wasn't so sure. Not with his reaction to the kiss. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He shook his head with a sigh. He'd just have to deal with this later. Right now he really did have to be meeting with Diane. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He turned to the group and bowed respectfully. "It was nice to meet you all, but I really do have to work," he turned back to the long haired blonde with a stern gaze. "I'll talk to you about this latter. Perhaps somewhere more PRIVATE." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The man chuckled and nodded an affirmative. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei pivoted and headed toward the library. He was almost afraid of what would meet him there. The dark haired girl would surely be angry. When Diane lost her temper she really lost it. He almost dreaded returning to his work. But if there was a choice between trying to sort out his confusing emotions and facing his short tempered apprentice, he chose the latter. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The door creaked as it was opened and he prepared himself for a tirade of words. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 'This just isn't my day..." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| TBC | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ~~~~~ | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Shade: I liked the beginning of this, I really did. But it just kinda went down hill from there. I think DS for the pairing idea. I couldn't figure out whom to pair Fei with and she just kinda said it'd be cool. I was sitting in Math and the image of Zech's chasing around Wufei popped into my head. I just couldn't resist. ^_^ | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Back to ShadeAngel's Fanfiction | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Go on to Chapter 12 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||