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Complication (GW, 1x2x5) part 1
First part because i'm not finished. But i'm still writing, promise.
Complication
author: Asuka Kureru
fandom: Gundam Wing
pairing: 5x1, 5x1x2
rating: PG-13 so far, R eventually.
genre: Uh. romance ? Not quite...
warnings: Unashamed blanket fic, take two.
Sequel to "Distraction", posted on my author page at ffnet and my site.
Distraction was, basically, the classical mountain blanket scenario, starring Wufei, Heero, one bed, and kissies. This one has graduated to Wufei, Heero, Duo, the beach, and hopefully, heavy petting.
He'd wanted to sleep in his Gundam, but Duo insisted he joined them on the little beach. Something about how he should take advantage of being able to sleep under the stars instead of locking himself in. Duo was a Space baby, like him, so Heero really didn't understand how he could feel perfectly safe sleeping without a protective structure around him, but he wasn't about to let Duo believe that he couldn't get past his hang-ups.
Duo had made a tent on the sand, with three branches to support a camo net. Heero couldn't imagine a construction less likely to offer any sort of protection. At least it was probably too high between the cliffs to be reached by the tide.
Wufei was kneeling a few feet away from the tent, tending to a small fire. Heero scowled, then decided that it was very unlikely that anyone would see it, because of the way the creek turned on itself, hiding the sea from immediate view. No surveillance route passed directly overhead. No one would discover the Gundams, hidden in the cave behind them. And Wufei looked different in the firelight. Warmer. Softer around the edges. Heero decided to be lenient and not nag about how the fire could make them get noticed.
He'd seen Wufei a few times since that night in the mountain cabin. The first time, nothing had happened, business as usual. Heero had felt a little weird, but he'd managed not to let it show. If Wufei could be professional after that, then so could he.
The second time Wufei had leaned over the maps and kissed him, then had kept on listing the ammo he could trade with him. Heero could have believed that he'd dreamed it, except Wufei wouldn't look at him in the eye, and left without mentioning either incident again.
The third time, they bumped into each other on the gangway their cockpits opened on as they exited their Gundams, and he quickly pushed Wufei back against Shenlong and kissed him, because it wasn't fair that Wufei could get kisses when he wanted to and not be available when Heero wanted some. And then there was another alarm when their base was discovered and they had to go back in the Gundams and fight again, then go their separate ways.
Now it was the fourth time, but Duo was there and unless they hid in the cave, there was nowhere to be alone together, and trying that would be suspicious. Heero strongly doubted that Wufei would want to kiss him while Duo -- or anyone else, really -- was watching. Duo would probably tease them; he teased everyone. He didn't mind, because Duo never minded when he felt like being sarcastic, but he knew that Duo and Wufei argued often, about everything and anything, and he didn't want to give them another pretext.
Or maybe Duo would be angry, or disgusted, but he didn't think so. He was open-minded enough.
He went to the fire and sat, not quite at Wufei's side, but not to the other side either, just barely in reach. Duo was sitting a few feet away, on a rock, wringing the end of his braid. His pants were rolled up to his knees and wet up to mid-thigh, and there was sand stuck to the soles of his feet. He was chewing on a hair band. Heero glanced at Wufei's face, wondering what he was thinking about.
Wufei was watching Duo. Discretely; Heero was pretty sure Duo hadn't noticed. But still; he was watching him from the corner of his eyes, black pupils and black irises shadowed by black, long eyelashes that Heero remembered feeling against his cheeks. And he wasn't saying anything, as Duo hummed a song under his breath that had the same rhythm as the waves.
Heero felt weird. It wasn't usual to have Wufei and Duo in the same place and no noise. Contrary to what everyone seemed to think, Duo could be quiet, but not around Wufei. Because from time to time he would share his thoughts, and even as interesting or valuable as they were, Wufei invariably ended up sneering at him, and then they started bickering.
Wufei, too, should be making noise. Sharpening his sword, or taking care of his weapons, or even just turning the pages of one of his books -- but there was nothing. They were sitting apart, clearly engrossed in different occupations.
And Wufei was watching Duo, and he didn't know why.
"Anything to eat?"
For some reason, his voice kept low, mild tones, barely more than a whisper, as if unwilling to break the quiet and peace. It made Wufei blink, repress a start. Duo looked at him, and smiled, as if just noticing him.
"Yeah, there's pizza and Japanese takeout in here," he replied as he pushed away from the rock and went back to the tent. "And I buried soda cans in here to keep 'em fresh--ahh, there they are."
He threw a can at Heero, dropped one at Wufei's side and went to sit on the other side of the fire from them. Food started circulating.
"Pizza and Japanese. Wasn't there anything else?" Wufei finally commented, but it sounded more like habitual gripping than real annoyance.
Duo rolled his eyes at him and chomped on his pizza slice vigorously. "Next time you can go. There was a Korean-Cantonese restaurant, but I like Japanese better."
"... No doubt," Wufei replied coldly.
Heero glanced from one to the other one and wondered why it sounded like they weren't talking about food any longer.
He didn't try talking anymore, he was a little tired from the flight and didn't feel like trying to understand the undercurrents of the situation. He finished eating, watched Wufei as he took the empty carton containers and burned them, then carried the plastic stuff back to his Gundam. Wufei's feet were bare too, Heero noticed, and for some reason that pleased him.
Lying on his side, eyes half-closed, Duo appeared content to be listening to the waves and the few birds still flying. Or were they birds? He flopped down on his back, looking up at the darkening sky. The clouds were really weird colors, like dark purple and reddish. The clouds on L1 -- when they managed to tweak the dampness of the atmosphere so that it coalesced and didn't rain quite yet -- were always white. And, now that he thought about it, sort of fake-looking. Foggy. Probably the lack of any real wind. And the dark birds were making high-pitched noises and had really angular trajectories. He wondered what species they were and what they looked like when they landed.
"Bats," Duo offered quietly as he rolled on his other side to be a little closer to him. "They never hit each other. Kind of cool."
"Echolocation," he replied as he narrowed his eyes to try to catch the shape of their wings.
"Hm?"
"That's what the little chirps are. They don't see, they hear. If these are bats."
"What else could they be?" Duo asked. He sounded lazy, sleepy.
"I don't have a degree in seaside biology," Heero replied dryly. Duo laughed. It wasn't the loud, raucous laughter for show, it was a more... a realer one.
He was burying his hands in the sand, then letting it slide through his fingers. Heero imitated him once, just to see. The sand was surprisingly cold underneath. Some of it was getting into his tanktop through the arm holes, but he didn't try to get it out. It was bound to happen eventually.
"It's cold by the sea... When I think sea, I think people in swimwear playing beach ball, not roll-in-blanket-and-shiver cold."
"I think that's the purpose of the fire," he replied, amused, and turned to look at Duo.
"Ooooh. Makes sense now." Duo was on his back at his side, not even an arm's length away, and the fire was making shadows and orange-gold lights dance on his skin and hair. He didn't look like himself.
He was looking at Heero.
"Hey...?"
"Hm?"
Seeing the weird, unusual expression on his face, Heero had a fleeting feeling that Duo was about to lean over and kiss him. But he didn't, he just watched him. Heero berated himself. He must have kissing on the brain, really. Not all guys liked to kiss guys, even Colonials, who were culturally more tolerant of social and sexual differences. And while he wondered if it would be different with Duo, he didn't think that it would be quite right to go through with actual testing. Wufei might be jealous, even if so far they didn't have what one would call a relationship.
Duo was pouring cold sand on his forearm. Heero twitched, surprised.
"Stop moving, I'm trying to draw something."
... huh. "You're crazy, Maxwell," Heero sighed as he watched Duo amuse himself.
"Saw people do it on TV. It's one of the rules of the beach. Must throw each other in the water -- but it's a little cold and we have no towels so I figured it would be a no -- must either cover each other in sunscreen or get lobster-sunburn -- but then it's kind of night now, must build sand castles -- did that earlier but the tide ate it -- and I suppose you won't let me bury you from neck to feet in the sand...? Ahh, you're not fun."
"You've trained him well, I see," Wufei commented. He looked down at them, standing between the fire and the cave, arms crossed. "Barely one look to get your point across. I wonder if you could give lessons." The sarcasm was so thick even Heero could have choked on it.
He wondered why he felt guilty suddenly. There was no reason.
"D'you have a crab up your ass or what? If I was you I'd try trout, they feel a lot better when they wriggle."
"This from someone who tested it? For your information, Maxwell, there are no trout in the sea."
Duo sat up, rolling his eyes. "What do I look like, a seaside biologist?"
Recognizing his earlier reply, Heero couldn't help but chuckle. Wufei spared him a look that was half annoyance and half disappointment. He arched an eyebrow in reply. He wasn't about to be pulled in the middle of their little contest.
Getting up smoothly, Duo threw his braid over his shoulder and gave Wufei a look that Heero interpreted as arrogant and mildly contemptuous, and then Wufei seemed to stop existing in his world. He gave the seat of his pants a few smacks to get the sand off and turned away. "Need to piss. Someone kill the fire, it's about time to sleep." And with that, he turned away and strode off, still-damp braid swinging behind him.
Since Wufei seemed busy with glaring at his back, Heero rolled on hands and knees and went to the fire, burying it in the sand. It was a lot warmer around the flames, almost enough to burn, and it made him shiver as he fully realized the contrast with the rest of the beach. He smothered the last of the embers with a pinch of regret, and waited for his eyes to get used to the darkness.
Not for very long, though, as Wufei chose that moment to grab his shoulder, turn him around, and kiss him silly.
Startled by the intensity -- hell, the sheer aggressiveness -- contained in that kiss, he almost fell over, which wouldn't have been very bright as his back was still to the fire. Wufei's hand closed on the nape of his neck before it could happen, reeling him in as he kept exploring his mouth. Wufei sat on his heels, one of his knees resting in the sand between Heero's thighs as he leaned over him, forcing his head to tilt back.
On one hand, it felt sort of nice, even despite the bruising force the kiss was pushed onto him. On the other hand, he had to keep a tight leash on his sudden desire to bite.
Oh, and why the hell not? Wufei wasn't repressing anything.
Wufei muffled a yelp when he felt his teeth, and briefly let go of his neck. Heero's heel caught Wufei's ankle and he tugged, pushing his shoulder back with his elbow. Two seconds later, Wufei was on his back in the sand and Heero was sitting on his hips, hands on his shoulders to keep him down. He didn't try to grab his wrists; it would have turned into a real fight then and he trusted Wufei not to hit him seriously.
He admired what he could see of Wufei in the dark. It was more than what he had expected -- apparently the cliffs and the sea reflected a surprising amount of starlight. It was in all cases enough to recognize the nasty glare sent his way. He smirked and leaned down, kissing him almost as hard as he'd just been kissed. Wufei groaned, arched under him. He felt a warm bump poke him through Wufei's pants and his shorts and tried not to laugh. Now he fully appreciated the gun in pocket reference.
Wufei growled, and his hands closed on the hair at the back of his head, forcing him to meet his lips. Somehow, Heero didn't mind. It was different from the careful exploration back at the cabin, but the fire, the challenge, they were all Wufei. He thought he liked them better when they were unbridled, though maybe it was a good thing that Wufei hadn't gone all out like that the last time, because he would probably have been put off.
There was something moving in the darkness, at the edge of his vision, and he sat up, checking that it was indeed Duo. Wufei nudged him insistently, and he moved away, letting him get up and make his escape. Of course, Wufei didn't run, or even move too fast, but he made damn sure that by the time Duo could see their shapes more clearly, he was nowhere in immediate reach. Heero didn't know if he should feel annoyed at that. But then, he didn't think it was such an unreasonable request to keep their -- no, not their relationship, they didn't have anything like that -- their experiments quiet. It was just that, well, Wufei hadn't exactly requested. Not out loud at least.
Heero wondered if Wufei was ashamed, had issues with his sexuality. It was probable, especially seeing the way his discovery of his attraction toward males had unsettled and disconcerted him. Or maybe the problem was just that he didn't like Duo enough to share something he saw as personal information.
"Didja get your sleeping bag out of Wing?" Duo asked him as he stopped by and gave him a hand up.
"Yes, it's at the foot of the cliff," he replied, pointing with the hand Duo hadn't used to haul him up. Seeing as that hand was still held, and quite firmly too.
Duo's bangs were shadowing his eyes, and it was too dark to hope to see his expression. "Better get it quick, then. Your hands are cold. But then, seeing what you wear..."
Now the once-over, he noticed.
"I'm not cold," he lied. He wasn't. Not a lot at least. He didn't want to admit that he'd misjudged the temperature drop on the beach, though.
"Better get into your sleeping bag quick, anyway," Duo replied with a smile that he saw even in the darkness, and let go of his hand.
Heero decided not to comment. He was almost positive that such a contact shouldn't last as long, but Duo was weird at most time and he wasn't sure he minded, really. He nodded, and went to get his sleeping bag.
From the corner of his eye, he could see the vague Duo-shape going to where the makeshift tent was supposed to be. Wufei and him were talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He shouldered his bag and joined them.
"--fall on our heads--"
"Not unless you kick one of the supports down--"
"It won't protect us of anything, be it rain or infrared sensors--"
"It's not gonna rain, and what would soldiers care for three kids camping on a beach? They're not the cops or the beach patrol, it ain't their problem!"
Sighing in annoyance, he dumped his sleeping bag on the sand between them.
"If it rains, we'll move," he cut them. "Now, bed, both of you."
Duo knelt on the sand and spread his sleeping bag. Wufei leaned close enough to Heero that he could see the glare.
"Don't presume--"
Heero grabbed his ass.
He couldn't have said why he'd done that. He'd needed a way to cut off Wufei's rant right away, but there were other ways to put him off balance. But the first that came to him was to reach, fit his palm around the curve of one muscled buttock, and give a good squeeze.
At least it worked, but when he sat on his heels to spread his own sleeping bag beside Duo's, Wufei was still frozen in place and Heero was starting to worry that he'd get murdered during the night.
He heard Duo swallow a snicker and elbowed him in the ribs. If he started to laugh, they would be lucky to wake up in one piece in the morning.
Finally, Wufei growled himself out of his frozen state and crawled under the tent with them. Moving over to make some space, Heero shook the sand off him, threw his shoes in a corner, then very carefully squirmed inside his sleeping bag. There was some bare sand left on both sides of his place, but not a lot. He didn't really like being boxed in either. But if he wasn't in the middle, they'd probably spend the night bickering.
It was a very good sleeping bag. Better than what he'd had when he was traveling with Odin. It even had a sort of hood. Laying down, he squirmed a little to settle the sand under him comfortably, pulled his tanktop off to make himself a pillow, and looked up.
The camo net was full of so many holes that he didn't have the feeling he was missing even one star. But then, there were lots of stars in this season. He tried to recognize the constellations, but the only ones he'd ever learned were the ones that were useful for navigation. Around him, the sounds of breathing were slowing down, and behind, he could hear the sea against the cliff, rolling and breaking and rolling again...
Complication
author: Asuka Kureru
fandom: Gundam Wing
pairing: 5x1, 5x1x2
rating: PG-13 so far, R eventually.
genre: Uh. romance ? Not quite...
warnings: Unashamed blanket fic, take two.
Sequel to "Distraction", posted on my author page at ffnet and my site.
Distraction was, basically, the classical mountain blanket scenario, starring Wufei, Heero, one bed, and kissies. This one has graduated to Wufei, Heero, Duo, the beach, and hopefully, heavy petting.
He'd wanted to sleep in his Gundam, but Duo insisted he joined them on the little beach. Something about how he should take advantage of being able to sleep under the stars instead of locking himself in. Duo was a Space baby, like him, so Heero really didn't understand how he could feel perfectly safe sleeping without a protective structure around him, but he wasn't about to let Duo believe that he couldn't get past his hang-ups.
Duo had made a tent on the sand, with three branches to support a camo net. Heero couldn't imagine a construction less likely to offer any sort of protection. At least it was probably too high between the cliffs to be reached by the tide.
Wufei was kneeling a few feet away from the tent, tending to a small fire. Heero scowled, then decided that it was very unlikely that anyone would see it, because of the way the creek turned on itself, hiding the sea from immediate view. No surveillance route passed directly overhead. No one would discover the Gundams, hidden in the cave behind them. And Wufei looked different in the firelight. Warmer. Softer around the edges. Heero decided to be lenient and not nag about how the fire could make them get noticed.
He'd seen Wufei a few times since that night in the mountain cabin. The first time, nothing had happened, business as usual. Heero had felt a little weird, but he'd managed not to let it show. If Wufei could be professional after that, then so could he.
The second time Wufei had leaned over the maps and kissed him, then had kept on listing the ammo he could trade with him. Heero could have believed that he'd dreamed it, except Wufei wouldn't look at him in the eye, and left without mentioning either incident again.
The third time, they bumped into each other on the gangway their cockpits opened on as they exited their Gundams, and he quickly pushed Wufei back against Shenlong and kissed him, because it wasn't fair that Wufei could get kisses when he wanted to and not be available when Heero wanted some. And then there was another alarm when their base was discovered and they had to go back in the Gundams and fight again, then go their separate ways.
Now it was the fourth time, but Duo was there and unless they hid in the cave, there was nowhere to be alone together, and trying that would be suspicious. Heero strongly doubted that Wufei would want to kiss him while Duo -- or anyone else, really -- was watching. Duo would probably tease them; he teased everyone. He didn't mind, because Duo never minded when he felt like being sarcastic, but he knew that Duo and Wufei argued often, about everything and anything, and he didn't want to give them another pretext.
Or maybe Duo would be angry, or disgusted, but he didn't think so. He was open-minded enough.
He went to the fire and sat, not quite at Wufei's side, but not to the other side either, just barely in reach. Duo was sitting a few feet away, on a rock, wringing the end of his braid. His pants were rolled up to his knees and wet up to mid-thigh, and there was sand stuck to the soles of his feet. He was chewing on a hair band. Heero glanced at Wufei's face, wondering what he was thinking about.
Wufei was watching Duo. Discretely; Heero was pretty sure Duo hadn't noticed. But still; he was watching him from the corner of his eyes, black pupils and black irises shadowed by black, long eyelashes that Heero remembered feeling against his cheeks. And he wasn't saying anything, as Duo hummed a song under his breath that had the same rhythm as the waves.
Heero felt weird. It wasn't usual to have Wufei and Duo in the same place and no noise. Contrary to what everyone seemed to think, Duo could be quiet, but not around Wufei. Because from time to time he would share his thoughts, and even as interesting or valuable as they were, Wufei invariably ended up sneering at him, and then they started bickering.
Wufei, too, should be making noise. Sharpening his sword, or taking care of his weapons, or even just turning the pages of one of his books -- but there was nothing. They were sitting apart, clearly engrossed in different occupations.
And Wufei was watching Duo, and he didn't know why.
"Anything to eat?"
For some reason, his voice kept low, mild tones, barely more than a whisper, as if unwilling to break the quiet and peace. It made Wufei blink, repress a start. Duo looked at him, and smiled, as if just noticing him.
"Yeah, there's pizza and Japanese takeout in here," he replied as he pushed away from the rock and went back to the tent. "And I buried soda cans in here to keep 'em fresh--ahh, there they are."
He threw a can at Heero, dropped one at Wufei's side and went to sit on the other side of the fire from them. Food started circulating.
"Pizza and Japanese. Wasn't there anything else?" Wufei finally commented, but it sounded more like habitual gripping than real annoyance.
Duo rolled his eyes at him and chomped on his pizza slice vigorously. "Next time you can go. There was a Korean-Cantonese restaurant, but I like Japanese better."
"... No doubt," Wufei replied coldly.
Heero glanced from one to the other one and wondered why it sounded like they weren't talking about food any longer.
He didn't try talking anymore, he was a little tired from the flight and didn't feel like trying to understand the undercurrents of the situation. He finished eating, watched Wufei as he took the empty carton containers and burned them, then carried the plastic stuff back to his Gundam. Wufei's feet were bare too, Heero noticed, and for some reason that pleased him.
Lying on his side, eyes half-closed, Duo appeared content to be listening to the waves and the few birds still flying. Or were they birds? He flopped down on his back, looking up at the darkening sky. The clouds were really weird colors, like dark purple and reddish. The clouds on L1 -- when they managed to tweak the dampness of the atmosphere so that it coalesced and didn't rain quite yet -- were always white. And, now that he thought about it, sort of fake-looking. Foggy. Probably the lack of any real wind. And the dark birds were making high-pitched noises and had really angular trajectories. He wondered what species they were and what they looked like when they landed.
"Bats," Duo offered quietly as he rolled on his other side to be a little closer to him. "They never hit each other. Kind of cool."
"Echolocation," he replied as he narrowed his eyes to try to catch the shape of their wings.
"Hm?"
"That's what the little chirps are. They don't see, they hear. If these are bats."
"What else could they be?" Duo asked. He sounded lazy, sleepy.
"I don't have a degree in seaside biology," Heero replied dryly. Duo laughed. It wasn't the loud, raucous laughter for show, it was a more... a realer one.
He was burying his hands in the sand, then letting it slide through his fingers. Heero imitated him once, just to see. The sand was surprisingly cold underneath. Some of it was getting into his tanktop through the arm holes, but he didn't try to get it out. It was bound to happen eventually.
"It's cold by the sea... When I think sea, I think people in swimwear playing beach ball, not roll-in-blanket-and-shiver cold."
"I think that's the purpose of the fire," he replied, amused, and turned to look at Duo.
"Ooooh. Makes sense now." Duo was on his back at his side, not even an arm's length away, and the fire was making shadows and orange-gold lights dance on his skin and hair. He didn't look like himself.
He was looking at Heero.
"Hey...?"
"Hm?"
Seeing the weird, unusual expression on his face, Heero had a fleeting feeling that Duo was about to lean over and kiss him. But he didn't, he just watched him. Heero berated himself. He must have kissing on the brain, really. Not all guys liked to kiss guys, even Colonials, who were culturally more tolerant of social and sexual differences. And while he wondered if it would be different with Duo, he didn't think that it would be quite right to go through with actual testing. Wufei might be jealous, even if so far they didn't have what one would call a relationship.
Duo was pouring cold sand on his forearm. Heero twitched, surprised.
"Stop moving, I'm trying to draw something."
... huh. "You're crazy, Maxwell," Heero sighed as he watched Duo amuse himself.
"Saw people do it on TV. It's one of the rules of the beach. Must throw each other in the water -- but it's a little cold and we have no towels so I figured it would be a no -- must either cover each other in sunscreen or get lobster-sunburn -- but then it's kind of night now, must build sand castles -- did that earlier but the tide ate it -- and I suppose you won't let me bury you from neck to feet in the sand...? Ahh, you're not fun."
"You've trained him well, I see," Wufei commented. He looked down at them, standing between the fire and the cave, arms crossed. "Barely one look to get your point across. I wonder if you could give lessons." The sarcasm was so thick even Heero could have choked on it.
He wondered why he felt guilty suddenly. There was no reason.
"D'you have a crab up your ass or what? If I was you I'd try trout, they feel a lot better when they wriggle."
"This from someone who tested it? For your information, Maxwell, there are no trout in the sea."
Duo sat up, rolling his eyes. "What do I look like, a seaside biologist?"
Recognizing his earlier reply, Heero couldn't help but chuckle. Wufei spared him a look that was half annoyance and half disappointment. He arched an eyebrow in reply. He wasn't about to be pulled in the middle of their little contest.
Getting up smoothly, Duo threw his braid over his shoulder and gave Wufei a look that Heero interpreted as arrogant and mildly contemptuous, and then Wufei seemed to stop existing in his world. He gave the seat of his pants a few smacks to get the sand off and turned away. "Need to piss. Someone kill the fire, it's about time to sleep." And with that, he turned away and strode off, still-damp braid swinging behind him.
Since Wufei seemed busy with glaring at his back, Heero rolled on hands and knees and went to the fire, burying it in the sand. It was a lot warmer around the flames, almost enough to burn, and it made him shiver as he fully realized the contrast with the rest of the beach. He smothered the last of the embers with a pinch of regret, and waited for his eyes to get used to the darkness.
Not for very long, though, as Wufei chose that moment to grab his shoulder, turn him around, and kiss him silly.
Startled by the intensity -- hell, the sheer aggressiveness -- contained in that kiss, he almost fell over, which wouldn't have been very bright as his back was still to the fire. Wufei's hand closed on the nape of his neck before it could happen, reeling him in as he kept exploring his mouth. Wufei sat on his heels, one of his knees resting in the sand between Heero's thighs as he leaned over him, forcing his head to tilt back.
On one hand, it felt sort of nice, even despite the bruising force the kiss was pushed onto him. On the other hand, he had to keep a tight leash on his sudden desire to bite.
Oh, and why the hell not? Wufei wasn't repressing anything.
Wufei muffled a yelp when he felt his teeth, and briefly let go of his neck. Heero's heel caught Wufei's ankle and he tugged, pushing his shoulder back with his elbow. Two seconds later, Wufei was on his back in the sand and Heero was sitting on his hips, hands on his shoulders to keep him down. He didn't try to grab his wrists; it would have turned into a real fight then and he trusted Wufei not to hit him seriously.
He admired what he could see of Wufei in the dark. It was more than what he had expected -- apparently the cliffs and the sea reflected a surprising amount of starlight. It was in all cases enough to recognize the nasty glare sent his way. He smirked and leaned down, kissing him almost as hard as he'd just been kissed. Wufei groaned, arched under him. He felt a warm bump poke him through Wufei's pants and his shorts and tried not to laugh. Now he fully appreciated the gun in pocket reference.
Wufei growled, and his hands closed on the hair at the back of his head, forcing him to meet his lips. Somehow, Heero didn't mind. It was different from the careful exploration back at the cabin, but the fire, the challenge, they were all Wufei. He thought he liked them better when they were unbridled, though maybe it was a good thing that Wufei hadn't gone all out like that the last time, because he would probably have been put off.
There was something moving in the darkness, at the edge of his vision, and he sat up, checking that it was indeed Duo. Wufei nudged him insistently, and he moved away, letting him get up and make his escape. Of course, Wufei didn't run, or even move too fast, but he made damn sure that by the time Duo could see their shapes more clearly, he was nowhere in immediate reach. Heero didn't know if he should feel annoyed at that. But then, he didn't think it was such an unreasonable request to keep their -- no, not their relationship, they didn't have anything like that -- their experiments quiet. It was just that, well, Wufei hadn't exactly requested. Not out loud at least.
Heero wondered if Wufei was ashamed, had issues with his sexuality. It was probable, especially seeing the way his discovery of his attraction toward males had unsettled and disconcerted him. Or maybe the problem was just that he didn't like Duo enough to share something he saw as personal information.
"Didja get your sleeping bag out of Wing?" Duo asked him as he stopped by and gave him a hand up.
"Yes, it's at the foot of the cliff," he replied, pointing with the hand Duo hadn't used to haul him up. Seeing as that hand was still held, and quite firmly too.
Duo's bangs were shadowing his eyes, and it was too dark to hope to see his expression. "Better get it quick, then. Your hands are cold. But then, seeing what you wear..."
Now the once-over, he noticed.
"I'm not cold," he lied. He wasn't. Not a lot at least. He didn't want to admit that he'd misjudged the temperature drop on the beach, though.
"Better get into your sleeping bag quick, anyway," Duo replied with a smile that he saw even in the darkness, and let go of his hand.
Heero decided not to comment. He was almost positive that such a contact shouldn't last as long, but Duo was weird at most time and he wasn't sure he minded, really. He nodded, and went to get his sleeping bag.
From the corner of his eye, he could see the vague Duo-shape going to where the makeshift tent was supposed to be. Wufei and him were talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He shouldered his bag and joined them.
"--fall on our heads--"
"Not unless you kick one of the supports down--"
"It won't protect us of anything, be it rain or infrared sensors--"
"It's not gonna rain, and what would soldiers care for three kids camping on a beach? They're not the cops or the beach patrol, it ain't their problem!"
Sighing in annoyance, he dumped his sleeping bag on the sand between them.
"If it rains, we'll move," he cut them. "Now, bed, both of you."
Duo knelt on the sand and spread his sleeping bag. Wufei leaned close enough to Heero that he could see the glare.
"Don't presume--"
Heero grabbed his ass.
He couldn't have said why he'd done that. He'd needed a way to cut off Wufei's rant right away, but there were other ways to put him off balance. But the first that came to him was to reach, fit his palm around the curve of one muscled buttock, and give a good squeeze.
At least it worked, but when he sat on his heels to spread his own sleeping bag beside Duo's, Wufei was still frozen in place and Heero was starting to worry that he'd get murdered during the night.
He heard Duo swallow a snicker and elbowed him in the ribs. If he started to laugh, they would be lucky to wake up in one piece in the morning.
Finally, Wufei growled himself out of his frozen state and crawled under the tent with them. Moving over to make some space, Heero shook the sand off him, threw his shoes in a corner, then very carefully squirmed inside his sleeping bag. There was some bare sand left on both sides of his place, but not a lot. He didn't really like being boxed in either. But if he wasn't in the middle, they'd probably spend the night bickering.
It was a very good sleeping bag. Better than what he'd had when he was traveling with Odin. It even had a sort of hood. Laying down, he squirmed a little to settle the sand under him comfortably, pulled his tanktop off to make himself a pillow, and looked up.
The camo net was full of so many holes that he didn't have the feeling he was missing even one star. But then, there were lots of stars in this season. He tried to recognize the constellations, but the only ones he'd ever learned were the ones that were useful for navigation. Around him, the sounds of breathing were slowing down, and behind, he could hear the sea against the cliff, rolling and breaking and rolling again...
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You are making me fall in love with GW again AND a threesome.
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as if i still wrote twosomes nowadays. *snerks*
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me too. *nosebleeds at the thought*
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testosterone is good. testosterone makes men go rawrr and flex muscles and try to outseme each other. these things are good. *paws*
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"Now he fully appreciated the gun in pocket reference."
*snerk* I love this line. ... and Heero grabbing Wu's ass? XD I can just picture their reactions.
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