Fire in the Hole Part 8
Seated at his laptop in the library, Heero realized that he hadn't read a word in over ten minutes. He kept thinking about his odd conversation with Howard. He couldn't keep his mind on his work or off Duo.
It didn't help that he'd spent most of the previous night listening for murmurs from Wufei's room, where he supposed Wufei was making good on his offer to brush out Duo's hair after their swim. Not that he heard much more than whispers and the occasional yelp of pain from Duo when Wufei hit a knot. At least he hoped it was a knot.
::Damn it, I didn't have this much trouble..!::
::You didn't have this much trouble when?:: murmured the voice in his head. ::When you were with Duo? When you had him on his knees, fucking him silly? When you had him handcuffed to the bed for your pleasure? When he was such a terrible distraction that you had to cut him out of your life?::
::Hn.:: He shook his head violently, trying to silence the voice.
::Reconsidering our position, are we?::
At that moment, he heard a commotion from the drawing room and got up to see what was going on.
"Oh!" he heard Quatre cry breathlessly. "Oh, Duo! Oh, you look beautiful!"
::What the hell?!::
"Thanks, Quatre. I feel kinda weird, though."
"Oh, but why!"
Heero looked into the room. Quatre circled Duo as if he were a prize stallion up for sale. Heero caught his breath at the sight of his former lover. He'd never seen Duo like this; sleek and sensual in black leather trousers that hugged his narrow hips and clung to his long slender legs, a violet lace shirt that offered a teasing glimpse of his trim torso, and with strands of rhinestones threaded through his long hair. Heero flattened himself against the wall, out of their sight in the shadows.
"I dunno..." Duo smoothed nervously at his leather trousers. "I've never been on a date before..."
A date?! ::He never said anything about wanting us to go out! There wasn't any time!::
::You could have made time,:: murmured the voice in his head. ::Did you ever ask if he'd like to go out? Or were you only interested in seeing him in bed? Fuck 'im and forget 'im?::
::No!::
Quatre's sapphire eyes widened in surprise. "Heero never took you out?" he cried indignantly.
Duo shook his head. "But that's not his fault," he protested. "He probably never even thought about it. I know I never did, and he's had less of a normal life than any of us."
::He's... he's defending me?! K'so!::
The slim blond adjusted Duo's shirt collar. "Well, I think it's ridiculous! Trowa and I go out all the time when we aren't on a mission. You should too!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Duo muttered. "I just feel weird... I sure never expected Wufei to be so... So nice to me..."
"He likes you!" Quatre returned brightly.
Heero's insides twisted and he had to bite his lip to keep from growling aloud. ::That... that... Chinese... pirate!::
"He never did before."
"Maybe you just never noticed because of Heero. Or maybe he didn't want to intrude." He stepped back, hands on his hips, regarding Duo benevolently. "Look, Heero's made his decision. There's no reason for you to continue to be miserable. Life goes on, Duo."
Duo was quiet for a long moment. "I guess," he sighed finally. "I don't have much choice."
A low whistle broke the discussion.
"Wow, Duo! You're gorgeous!"
Heero stiffened. Wufei! Damn it! What the hell was going on here?!
They were headed toward the entry where he was hiding. He darted up the stairs to the landing that overlooked the door. A moment later they came down the steps to a sporty car waiting in the drive.
Between the drawing room and the car Duo had acquired a brilliant purple hibiscus in his hair, and the arm of his elegant escort.
Heero's eyes widened. Was that Chang Wufei? Good god! Where did Wufei get that custom tailored suit? When did he acquire that suave, urbane manner? And who the fuck gave him permission to put his hand on Duo's ass?!
He opened the door for Duo, and actually handed him into the car as if he were a royal princess. ::Oh, Relena would love this!:: Heero thought sourly. And on the terrace, arms about each other, watching like a couple of proud parents waving to the "children", were Quatre and Trowa.
Heero's slitted eyes narrowed even more. The car pulled away and Quatre and Trowa turned to return to the house. Heero met them at the foot of the stairs.
"What the hell is going on here?!" he snarled in fury.
Quatre stepped back against Trowa, startled. Trowa laid his arm around Quatre's shoulders protectively and regarded Heero with mild interest.
"You said Duo would get over you."
"Not with Chang Wufei!"
"That's really up to Duo, now isn't it?" he said mildly.
"Yes, Heero," interjected Quatre tartly. "You can't eat your cake and have it too!"
He glared at the pair. "You set this up! Damn it -!"
"Really, Heero. Do you think Duo is so unworthy that no one would look twice at him without outside influence? That's cold."
"Of course I don't believe that! But Wufei? Not for a minute!"
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "You're saying Wufei isn't capable of warm feelings?"
K'so! Trowa would twist everything he said until his arguments reeled. He didn't have the debating skills to counter the older boy. ::I'm a soldier! I kill things! I don't endlessly debate every nuance of life!:: His hands clenched into fists. ::This is worse than being with Duo! Worse than worrying about him...::
"I want..."
"You don't have the right," countered Trowa swiftly. "You gave it up when you sent him away."
"Yes," agreed Quatre. "If you want him back, say so! If you don't, then leave him alone!"
~*~
"Did you have fun?" Wufei asked softly, his hand rubbing lightly at Duo's thigh.
"Oh, yeah! Are you kidding? I've never been dancing like that, except at the school dances! And dinner was great! How did you know I love lemon chicken?"
Wufei stopped the car in a secluded parking lot. "Duo," he said turning to look at the braided boy. "I really want to kiss you."
"Um... Sure," said Duo brightly, not quite understanding why Wufei had asked instead of just doing it. When Heero wanted to kiss him, he just did.
Wufei touched his cheek, gently caressing his skin, and leaned in to nibble at his lips. After a moment, Duo forgot to wonder why he was taking his time. He relaxed, melting into the taste of Wufei's mouth, the delicious feel of his tongue, and his warm, strong hands, and wrapped his arms around Wufei's neck.
After a certain amount of scrambling, adjusting and giggling, broken by long moments of necking and some light petting they were comfortably arranged with Duo reclining in the seat and Wufei on top of him. Duo was working on Wufei's shirt, using his teeth and tongue to unbutton it while Wufei sucked at his fingers, when there was a sharp rapping on the window.
Both boys reached automatically for their weapons.
"Come on, kids," rumbled an authoritative voice. "Get a room or take it home. You're in a public place here."
Duo and Wufei looked at each other and burst out laughing. Duo rolled the window down as Wufei climbed back into the driver's seat. "Sorry, officer," he said ruefully. "We were getting a little carried away."
"Not a problem, son. It's pretty late for you to be out, though; there's still a war on."
"Yes, sir."
They giggled all the way back to the estate.
~*~
Duo undressed slowly, thinking about their evening. ::My first date.:: He smiled in spite of himself. ::Just like any other teenager.:: Wufei didn't have to do any of it. He didn't have to pay him compliments or listen to his chatter at dinner. But he had and it was unsettling. ::Does he like me? Is he flirting? He wanted to kiss me, but he asked first... It was strange, but nice...::
He sat on his bed frowning. ::I like Wufei. I always thought he detested me. Could Quatre be right? Nah... It doesn't make sense. This is just too weird.:: He rubbed at his temples.
Wufei laid a hand on Duo's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Duo started then shook his head. "I'm okay. Well, maybe a little headache. I think I had too much to drink."
"I can fix that," smiled Wufei. He laid his hands on Duo's shoulders and began to rub firmly. "Here's your problem; you're tense. You could use a full body massage."
Duo gulped. "Um... Are you offering?"
Working on his shoulders, Wufei replied, "If you like. I'm not an expert, but I'm pretty good."
"Oh. Well, that would be great. But not tonight," he finished hastily. "It's way too late."
Wufei shrugged and smoothed his palms over Duo's thick hair. "Anytime you like, Duo."
They were both silent as he worked the tension out of Duo's neck and shoulders. The braided boy was drowsing, nearly asleep, when Wufei kissed the back of his neck.
"You should get into bed before you fall over," he smiled. "I'll help you." Duo gave him a bleary smirk and nodded. Wufei chuckled and turned down the bed, taking Duo's arm to steady him as he crawled under the comforter. "There you go, doll. Sleep well." He kissed his forehead.
The Chinese pilot hesitated some time later, toweling his hair dry from the shower. The God of Death looked alarmingly young and innocent in his sleep. He even looked... sweet. He brushed out his hair, still watching him. Then he put out the light and crawled into bed. Murmuring in his sleep, Duo turned toward him. Wufei gathered him into his arms and closed his eyes.
TBC...
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