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complications (1x2x5) tidbit n°... uhhm. 5?
previous: http://www.livejournal.com/users/askerian/121002.html
More 1/5 stuff now. And i'm sleepy, so bed bed, but tomorrow i'm free!!! so i'll probably finish the scene and have duo crash the party and they can have mad sexx0ring and -- uhm. or something.
They went back to the ledge and waded through the water back to the camp, shoving each other. The tide had stabilized about two meters away from their campfire, leaving the tent and the caves dry. Wufei was still sitting at the same place, but now his legs were stretched in front of him, heels digging in the sand.
"We should have kept leftovers for breakfast," Duo commented as he went to the tent to look inside his backpack.
"With a glutton like you? Not likely," Wufei commented from his place.
"Hey! We shared equitably, and I didn't see you leave anything either," Duo shot back, sparing him an irritated glare before he started digging into his pack again.
Finding a cereal bar, he sat on his sleeping bag, his back to Wufei, and started chomping. He didn't look happy, so Heero decided that it meant the breakfast wouldn't be taken together. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he left to go to his Gundam. He had food there.
The cave was dark and damp, a small rivulet of water flowing sluggishly toward the sea in the middle. It held Wing and Shenlong, laying on their backs; Deathscythe was hidden somewhere at the bottom of the sea. He scaled the side of his Gundam, checked his instrument readings and information sources, retrieved a few cereal bars, and exited the cockpit.
He was climbing down when he heard the soft crunch of someone stepping on wet sand. Wufei was walking toward Shenlong. Or was pretending to, because the second he was out of sight from the beach, he changed his path to go straight to Heero. Heero waited, standing by his Gundam as he watched Wufei stalk toward him. He looked -- maybe not quite angry, but determined. Heero didn't want to look wary by stepping away from his Gundam to avoid being trapped, though, so he stayed just where he was.
Besides, he had a feeling he was about to either get chewed out thoroughly, or get kissed silly. And as Wufei's hands slapped on the metal on both sides of his head, Heero decided that it was probably the second.
It was. It was a very thorough kiss, with full body contact -- chest to chest, thighs pressing against his, stomach muscles tensing against his own -- all in one quite a good kiss. It was also very good when his mouth was abandoned just so kisses could be trailed along his jaw and to this sensitive place just under his ear. But when Wufei started to bite, he pushed him back.
"Stop. You're going to mark me."
Wufei's eyes should have been red, Heero thought, to reflect how strongly they burned. "Do you object?"
"We have to talk first, before I allow it." He gave Wufei a stern look, waiting for him to become more reasonable.
"What do we have to talk about?" Wufei asked belligerently. Heero gave him a tired, borderline annoyed look.
"Why do you want to mark me?"
Wufei blinked, opened his mouth to answer, hesitated. It made Heero want to kiss him again, but he didn't appreciate being targeted every time Wufei needed to unwind.
"Because..."
"You know Duo is going to notice," he commented blankly. He didn't have anything to wear in this heat that would cover his neck and collarbone.
Wufei flinched slightly, then scowled, trying to hide his first reaction. But Heero kept staring, and after a few seconds, Wufei looked away.
"... I see. You WANT him to notice."
A flinch, again, Wufei's weight leaning back just so slightly.
"I'm not sure you have a right to stake your claim right now," Heero commented calmly, though he was starting to feel anything but. "I'm not even sure you know what you want, apart from throwing whatever there is between us in Duo's face."
"I don't want that!!" Wufei protested angrily.
Heero looked at him, not saying anything.
"... I don't -- or maybe," Wufei finally recognized, "maybe I do. I ... apologize." He looked as if he'd just bit into a lemon. "He... irritates me."
"Why does he irritate you?"
"Why doesn't he irritate YOU?" Wufei shot back, still defensive.
"He does, sometimes. But then right now, you're also irritating me quite a lot."
Wufei seemed ready to pull away, pride wounded, but Heero didn't want the discussion to end like that; he had a feeling it would mean the end of whatever it was that had started to develop between them and he didn't want that.
"Wufei."
"What?"
"I'm not your enemy here. I want to know. Don't tell me you don't need my help, you don't seem to be doing so good on your own."
Wufei's face twisted in fury, and Heero realized that maybe he'd been a bit too blunt. Usually Wufei took criticism from him well, a lot better than he took criticism from anyone else, as he'd noticed, but right now he was off balance and already irked about other things. Heero had better say something... except he didn't know what, so he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"That night at the cabin. I let you think on your own, because that was a question you had to answer for yourself. But now, you have more questions, and you seem to be unable to sort them out. You've been more irritable than usual lately. It's... worrying."
He didn't say "I'm worried". Neither of their prides would take it well. But it was there, underneath, where they could both pretend it wasn't and save face. And it was enough to smooth Wufei's ruffled feathers, apparently.
"What's the matter?"
"... I don't know... I thought I was dealing with -- with it well, but..."
He couldn't be dealing so well if he couldn't even spell it out, Heero thought, but he would comment on it later, because it would probably make Wufei explode. "Did it change when you started being around Duo more often?"
Wufei muttered under his breath in L5-dialect Chinese, and Heero arched an eyebrow at him. "English, Japanese or Russian, if you don't mind," he shot back.
"Yes. Yes, it did. Since when are you my shrink?"
"You want to get your hands on my dick, you let me look inside your brain. I don't think I'm asking for too much here."
Wufei's cheeks were flushed.
"Okay, so what exactly is your problem with Duo? In relation to the previous issue," he amended before Wufei could flood him under his recriminations.
"He's irritating."
Heero nodded patiently, though he was really starting to feel anything but. "And?"
"He's disrespectful. Loud. Ill-mannered."
"Uh-huh." Even Heero could tell that Wufei didn't believe that. It was so weird that someone usually so brutally honest would need to justify himself so much.
"... stubborn. Blunt. Sarcastic."
So was Wufei; maybe that was the origin of the conflict of personalities.
"Foolhardy... honorable."
Ha, he couldn't even twist that one.
"And this relates to your current conflict how?" he asked, still keeping his voice neutral.
"He's ... handsome."
Heero felt a weird squeeze in his chest as Wufei admitted to finding Duo attractive. "...I guess he is."
"He wants you."
"... What?"
Wufei threw him a disgusted look and started to pace, pulling himself out of Heero's suddenly lax hold. "Don't tell me you never noticed. He keeps flirting."
"... That's just the way he is," Heero defended Duo -- himself ? -- by reflex. "He flirts with everyone." Was it flirting? He hadn't seen it as flirting. But maybe it was -- Duo was really touchy-feely, but he'd assumed he was just weird, but maybe he'd been feeling Heero up all along...
"He doesn't flirt with me."
Okay, now Heero couldn't tell if that had been a big "you don't know what you're talking about, so shut up" or a big "I'm jealous". It was still a big message, for being packed in such a short sentence.
Letting his annoyance and defensiveness reply for him would be a bad idea. So he went for the clarification route. "Do you want him to?"
Wufei kicked a rock away, in an unusual display of powerless ill temper. "... I don't know. Sometimes I want him to pay attention to me, and sometimes I want him to stop paying attention to you."
"So you don't know who you're jealous of."
Now Wufei looked discouraged. Heero didn't like that look on him. "No, I guess I don't."
Heero didn't have anything to reply to that. He stared at his feet, half-buried in the wet sand of the cave. He felt -- weird. Lost. He could understand wanting Duo. He'd never really thought of it, but Duo was a good friend, amusing, reliable, and always patient with his weird hang-ups. And yes, rather attractive, with quite a few striking features. Heero felt rather plain compared to him. He wondered why the hell Duo seemed to like him more than Wufei; probably entirely a bad start between them, because he could imagine them actually getting along, somewhat.
"Oh, for the love of god, Yuy, don't tell me you're brooding!"
Heero looked up sharply, eyes narrowed in sudden anger.
"... Yuy -- Heero... Does it bother you that much? I didn't mean to -- I can't even stand him!"
Heero turned away and kicked at Wing. It was irrational, as much the action itself as the relief that actually came from it, but it was either Wing or Wufei's face.
"There's no reason for me to be bothered," he replied, because that was the logical reply. "We're not betrothed, we're not in love. We're not even really... together, whatever it means. There's no reason."
Wufei was watching him, visibly surprised, and maybe embarrassed also. "But you are anyway."
Heero sighed and rubbed at his face, deflating. "Not that much. Just frustrated."
"Do you want a promise of commitment?" Wufei asked, voice softening imperceptibly, tone slightly, weirdly formal. Heero turned to face him, surprised.
"Do you want to give it to me? If you don't, there's no point."
"I just don't see who else I could -- you see."
Molest during the night? Yeah, he saw. "No need. I like what we do together, Chang, and you're a good partner and someone I trust at my back in battle, but I'm not here to find myself a boyfriend."
Wufei grimaced briefly at the word boyfriend, and Heero smirked faintly, amused by his reaction.
"What now?"
"I just -- boyfriend." Wufei shuddered slightly, upper lip curled in mild disgust. "It's -- my parents would spin around in their grave if they had one. And my grandparents... I'm sure they're considering haunting me now," he added sarcastically.
"Why, because you're --"
"Because," Wufei replied, not letting him finish his sentence, "because in case I survive the war and thus restore the honor of our clan, giving said clan children will be a lot more problematic."
More 1/5 stuff now. And i'm sleepy, so bed bed, but tomorrow i'm free!!! so i'll probably finish the scene and have duo crash the party and they can have mad sexx0ring and -- uhm. or something.
They went back to the ledge and waded through the water back to the camp, shoving each other. The tide had stabilized about two meters away from their campfire, leaving the tent and the caves dry. Wufei was still sitting at the same place, but now his legs were stretched in front of him, heels digging in the sand.
"We should have kept leftovers for breakfast," Duo commented as he went to the tent to look inside his backpack.
"With a glutton like you? Not likely," Wufei commented from his place.
"Hey! We shared equitably, and I didn't see you leave anything either," Duo shot back, sparing him an irritated glare before he started digging into his pack again.
Finding a cereal bar, he sat on his sleeping bag, his back to Wufei, and started chomping. He didn't look happy, so Heero decided that it meant the breakfast wouldn't be taken together. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he left to go to his Gundam. He had food there.
The cave was dark and damp, a small rivulet of water flowing sluggishly toward the sea in the middle. It held Wing and Shenlong, laying on their backs; Deathscythe was hidden somewhere at the bottom of the sea. He scaled the side of his Gundam, checked his instrument readings and information sources, retrieved a few cereal bars, and exited the cockpit.
He was climbing down when he heard the soft crunch of someone stepping on wet sand. Wufei was walking toward Shenlong. Or was pretending to, because the second he was out of sight from the beach, he changed his path to go straight to Heero. Heero waited, standing by his Gundam as he watched Wufei stalk toward him. He looked -- maybe not quite angry, but determined. Heero didn't want to look wary by stepping away from his Gundam to avoid being trapped, though, so he stayed just where he was.
Besides, he had a feeling he was about to either get chewed out thoroughly, or get kissed silly. And as Wufei's hands slapped on the metal on both sides of his head, Heero decided that it was probably the second.
It was. It was a very thorough kiss, with full body contact -- chest to chest, thighs pressing against his, stomach muscles tensing against his own -- all in one quite a good kiss. It was also very good when his mouth was abandoned just so kisses could be trailed along his jaw and to this sensitive place just under his ear. But when Wufei started to bite, he pushed him back.
"Stop. You're going to mark me."
Wufei's eyes should have been red, Heero thought, to reflect how strongly they burned. "Do you object?"
"We have to talk first, before I allow it." He gave Wufei a stern look, waiting for him to become more reasonable.
"What do we have to talk about?" Wufei asked belligerently. Heero gave him a tired, borderline annoyed look.
"Why do you want to mark me?"
Wufei blinked, opened his mouth to answer, hesitated. It made Heero want to kiss him again, but he didn't appreciate being targeted every time Wufei needed to unwind.
"Because..."
"You know Duo is going to notice," he commented blankly. He didn't have anything to wear in this heat that would cover his neck and collarbone.
Wufei flinched slightly, then scowled, trying to hide his first reaction. But Heero kept staring, and after a few seconds, Wufei looked away.
"... I see. You WANT him to notice."
A flinch, again, Wufei's weight leaning back just so slightly.
"I'm not sure you have a right to stake your claim right now," Heero commented calmly, though he was starting to feel anything but. "I'm not even sure you know what you want, apart from throwing whatever there is between us in Duo's face."
"I don't want that!!" Wufei protested angrily.
Heero looked at him, not saying anything.
"... I don't -- or maybe," Wufei finally recognized, "maybe I do. I ... apologize." He looked as if he'd just bit into a lemon. "He... irritates me."
"Why does he irritate you?"
"Why doesn't he irritate YOU?" Wufei shot back, still defensive.
"He does, sometimes. But then right now, you're also irritating me quite a lot."
Wufei seemed ready to pull away, pride wounded, but Heero didn't want the discussion to end like that; he had a feeling it would mean the end of whatever it was that had started to develop between them and he didn't want that.
"Wufei."
"What?"
"I'm not your enemy here. I want to know. Don't tell me you don't need my help, you don't seem to be doing so good on your own."
Wufei's face twisted in fury, and Heero realized that maybe he'd been a bit too blunt. Usually Wufei took criticism from him well, a lot better than he took criticism from anyone else, as he'd noticed, but right now he was off balance and already irked about other things. Heero had better say something... except he didn't know what, so he ended up blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"That night at the cabin. I let you think on your own, because that was a question you had to answer for yourself. But now, you have more questions, and you seem to be unable to sort them out. You've been more irritable than usual lately. It's... worrying."
He didn't say "I'm worried". Neither of their prides would take it well. But it was there, underneath, where they could both pretend it wasn't and save face. And it was enough to smooth Wufei's ruffled feathers, apparently.
"What's the matter?"
"... I don't know... I thought I was dealing with -- with it well, but..."
He couldn't be dealing so well if he couldn't even spell it out, Heero thought, but he would comment on it later, because it would probably make Wufei explode. "Did it change when you started being around Duo more often?"
Wufei muttered under his breath in L5-dialect Chinese, and Heero arched an eyebrow at him. "English, Japanese or Russian, if you don't mind," he shot back.
"Yes. Yes, it did. Since when are you my shrink?"
"You want to get your hands on my dick, you let me look inside your brain. I don't think I'm asking for too much here."
Wufei's cheeks were flushed.
"Okay, so what exactly is your problem with Duo? In relation to the previous issue," he amended before Wufei could flood him under his recriminations.
"He's irritating."
Heero nodded patiently, though he was really starting to feel anything but. "And?"
"He's disrespectful. Loud. Ill-mannered."
"Uh-huh." Even Heero could tell that Wufei didn't believe that. It was so weird that someone usually so brutally honest would need to justify himself so much.
"... stubborn. Blunt. Sarcastic."
So was Wufei; maybe that was the origin of the conflict of personalities.
"Foolhardy... honorable."
Ha, he couldn't even twist that one.
"And this relates to your current conflict how?" he asked, still keeping his voice neutral.
"He's ... handsome."
Heero felt a weird squeeze in his chest as Wufei admitted to finding Duo attractive. "...I guess he is."
"He wants you."
"... What?"
Wufei threw him a disgusted look and started to pace, pulling himself out of Heero's suddenly lax hold. "Don't tell me you never noticed. He keeps flirting."
"... That's just the way he is," Heero defended Duo -- himself ? -- by reflex. "He flirts with everyone." Was it flirting? He hadn't seen it as flirting. But maybe it was -- Duo was really touchy-feely, but he'd assumed he was just weird, but maybe he'd been feeling Heero up all along...
"He doesn't flirt with me."
Okay, now Heero couldn't tell if that had been a big "you don't know what you're talking about, so shut up" or a big "I'm jealous". It was still a big message, for being packed in such a short sentence.
Letting his annoyance and defensiveness reply for him would be a bad idea. So he went for the clarification route. "Do you want him to?"
Wufei kicked a rock away, in an unusual display of powerless ill temper. "... I don't know. Sometimes I want him to pay attention to me, and sometimes I want him to stop paying attention to you."
"So you don't know who you're jealous of."
Now Wufei looked discouraged. Heero didn't like that look on him. "No, I guess I don't."
Heero didn't have anything to reply to that. He stared at his feet, half-buried in the wet sand of the cave. He felt -- weird. Lost. He could understand wanting Duo. He'd never really thought of it, but Duo was a good friend, amusing, reliable, and always patient with his weird hang-ups. And yes, rather attractive, with quite a few striking features. Heero felt rather plain compared to him. He wondered why the hell Duo seemed to like him more than Wufei; probably entirely a bad start between them, because he could imagine them actually getting along, somewhat.
"Oh, for the love of god, Yuy, don't tell me you're brooding!"
Heero looked up sharply, eyes narrowed in sudden anger.
"... Yuy -- Heero... Does it bother you that much? I didn't mean to -- I can't even stand him!"
Heero turned away and kicked at Wing. It was irrational, as much the action itself as the relief that actually came from it, but it was either Wing or Wufei's face.
"There's no reason for me to be bothered," he replied, because that was the logical reply. "We're not betrothed, we're not in love. We're not even really... together, whatever it means. There's no reason."
Wufei was watching him, visibly surprised, and maybe embarrassed also. "But you are anyway."
Heero sighed and rubbed at his face, deflating. "Not that much. Just frustrated."
"Do you want a promise of commitment?" Wufei asked, voice softening imperceptibly, tone slightly, weirdly formal. Heero turned to face him, surprised.
"Do you want to give it to me? If you don't, there's no point."
"I just don't see who else I could -- you see."
Molest during the night? Yeah, he saw. "No need. I like what we do together, Chang, and you're a good partner and someone I trust at my back in battle, but I'm not here to find myself a boyfriend."
Wufei grimaced briefly at the word boyfriend, and Heero smirked faintly, amused by his reaction.
"What now?"
"I just -- boyfriend." Wufei shuddered slightly, upper lip curled in mild disgust. "It's -- my parents would spin around in their grave if they had one. And my grandparents... I'm sure they're considering haunting me now," he added sarcastically.
"Why, because you're --"
"Because," Wufei replied, not letting him finish his sentence, "because in case I survive the war and thus restore the honor of our clan, giving said clan children will be a lot more problematic."
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That is one of the BEST damn lines. Ever.
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Other than that... *<3'S YOU!!!!!*
"He doesn't flirt with me." <---- *mental image of pouting 'Fei* XDDDDD
"because in case I survive the war and thus restore the honor of our clan, giving said clan children will be a lot more problematic." <--- That's a different way of putting it! (I've seen the sentiment before, but not so precisely and quickly spelled out.)
*waves 1x2x5 flag*
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