Fire in the Hole Part 5

Heero ignored the soft giggles coming from the room Trowa and Quatre shared. In his room he dropped his duffel bag quietly. Duo could sleep like the dead one night and be wakened by a pin drop the next. And then he saw that Duo's bed was empty. Probably on a mission or prowling the clubs again, he snorted.

He heard a shriek of laughter and stepped out into the hall. That wasn't Quatre and Trowa never shrieked. It sounded like Duo... But it came from Wufei's room...

Curious, he walked down the hall and pushed open Wufei's door. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of Wufei sitting cross-legged on the bed, a bottle of wine in hand and Duo sprawled out, shirtless, with his head in his lap. They were both giggling like idiots. Neither of them noticed Heero.

"So... so..." Duo gasped. "So I said... I said... Oh, goddess... I can't remember!" His burst of laughter was perilously close to hysteria. "Hey, my turn!" He snatched the bottle from Wufei and poured a generous swallow down his throat.

"So what did you say, doll?" demanded Wufei drunkenly. "Better yet, what'd you do?"

"Hell, I don't know!"

Heero stared in astonishment. They could barely stand each other; what the hell were Duo and Wufei doing getting drunk together? And then he noticed Wufei's fingers twined in Duo's thick auburn hair, caressing gently. He bristled; no one touched Duo's hair. No one.

Wufei gave Duo's head a gentle shake, tightening his grip on his long hair. "You are such an idiot." He bent down to kiss Duo's lips, and they both giggled.

Heero saw red. "What the fuck is going on here?!" he bellowed.

Both boys jumped. Duo struggled into a sitting position, leaning against Wufei.

"Heero," he said happily. "Hey, you're back! How'd your mission go?"

"What are you doing with him?"

"Huh?" Duo looked confused.

Wufei glared back. "I am not a 'him'," he pronounced with drunken dignity. "I am a member of the Dragon Clan and you will address me with respect! *Hic!* Anyway, what's it to you? You didn't want him anymore, so just give someone else a chance, Heero."

"Give someone else -?" Heero's glare turned murderous. "I'll give you a chance to get your hands off him!" he thundered. "Before I kill you!"

"You threw him out!" Wufei yelled, grabbing Duo around the neck possessively. Duo gave a startled "Yeep!" and fell against him. "You're the one who can't handle the distraction!"

Heero's rage shimmered the air around him. His eyes narrowed to slits, fists clenched, his entire body trembling with fury. An instant before he would have grabbed Wufei by the throat and throttled the life out of him, he suddenly relaxed. He blinked once. In a very quiet voice, he said, "Fine." He turned and walked out of the room.

Wufei and Duo stared at the closed door. Then they looked at each other.

"What was that?" muttered Wufei, taking the bottle from Duo's hand.

"He sounded mad," Duo said thoughtfully. "Sometimes," he pronounced carefully, "I don't get him at all."

"Yeah." Wufei swallowed some more wine. "Hey, you were telling me a funny story."

"Oh, yeah! But I forgot the punchline..." He wrapped his arms around Wufei's ribs. "You're warm..."

"So are you..." He tilted the bottle again. "Aw, it's all gone. You wanna just go to sleep?"

Duo snuggled closer with a little giggle and Wufei closed his arms around the Deathscythe pilot's shoulders. "I am kinda sleepy..." He stretched upwards to kiss Wufei's lips lightly. "Night, Wufie-dragon."

~*~

Morning sunlight flooded the room, forcing its way between Duo's lashes, searing him awake. He sat up with a groan. His head throbbed, his stomach rumbled, his eyes grated.

"Oh, Lady..." he moaned, holding his head to keep it from falling off. "Ohhhh..."

The bed moved. He grabbed at the coverings.

"Whassamatter..?" mumbled the lump next to him.

Duo looked, saw, and gasped in horror.

::Ohmigoddess! Oh, shit! Wufei! Oh, shit! He'll kill me!:: Holding his breath, trying not to disturb the Shenlong pilot, he crept toward the edge of the bed. Just as he thought he would be able to get to his own bed before Wufei caught him, a hand closed around his wrist.

"Aaaah! Wufei! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I -- I was drunk last night! I fell asleep!" he babbled. ::Shitshitshit! I'll be sleeping in Deathscythe! If I live!::

"Shut up, Maxwell," muttered the Chinese boy. "Just lie down and stop squalling," he ordered, yanking Duo back down on the bed. "Go back to sleep." He flung his arm across Duo's ribs.

Duo lay there, blinking in confusion. Wufei wasn't going to kill him. At least not at the moment. But... What did it mean?! It was scary, but comforting. He didn't really like being alone. But Heero... No, Heero had made it very clear that he wanted nothing more to do with Duo or his affections.

Did this mean that Wufei..? No, of course not! Ridiculous! Wufei was just being... Being what? Kind? Generous? Sympathetic? Chang Wufei?! Ha! He almost laughed aloud at the idea. Wufei detested him. He only allowed this arrangement because he didn't want to be confronted by Duo sleeping on the living room sofa.

::Then what the hell am I doing in his bed?!::

::Under his arm...::

::Snuggled against him...::

::Feeling his breath against my ear...::

::His hand on my...::

::Aaaah!::

He lunged out of the bed, slapping at his disobedient crotch. He couldn't be getting hot for Wufei! He simply couldn't!

Wufei raised his head sleepily. "Maxwell, what the hell are you doing?"

"NothingnothingatallIgottagetashowerthat'sall!" He bounded into the bathroom and twisted the cold water on, landing almost headfirst in the tub. ::Aaaaiiii! Cold!:: "Aaaah..." He sprawled back in the tub letting the icy water pour down on him.

That sofa didn't look so bad right now...

TBC...

 

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