Chapter 1 / 1
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
Wufei grumbled and fixed his clothes for the thousandth time. Wufei was not a very happy person right now. He glared at Duo, who was bouncing around. // He reminds me of a balloon...a big, red, bright, bouncing balloon. // Wufei decided he wasn't very fond of balloons anymore. He wasn't very fond of anything right now.
Wearing a dress did that to him.
"Tell me why I got stuck wearing this damned thing again!" he hissed in Heero's ear, glaring at Duo, who was bouncing cheerily around, skirt swishing. Heero snorted derisively.
"You are wearing it because you are disguised as my wife." Heero stated calmly. Wufei snarled and brushed a loose strand of hair from his face, then went back to glaring at Duo, who had thrown his arms around Quatre's neck and was nibbling the blonde's ear. "Look at that braided baka...you'd think he does this all the time..."
"He does." Heero interjected, still walking along calmly. Wufei nearly fell on his face.
"N...N...Nani?!" he finally managed.
"I've seen him." Heero shrugged. Wufei sighed and shook his head.
"Why the hell didn't YOU have to dress up as a damned onna?" Wufei grumbled. Heero's face remained impassive.
"Because I make a much less believable female than you do."
Wufei couldn't really think of anything to say that would benefit him, so he remained silent. After another minute or two of walking, they reached a hotel. Quatre looked at them and smiled.
"Well, you two enjoy yourselves! I rented you the most expensive room there..."
Wufei scowled again. "So where are YOU two staying then?"
Duo grinned. "Quatre bought a house down the street. We can stay there!" Wufei sighed, muttering something about braided bakas and balloons. Duo gave Quatre a miffed look, and the blonde shrugged. The two of them headed down the sidewalk.
Heero and Wufei entered the hotel, and walked to the counter. "Reservations for Mr. and Mrs. Shijin?" he asked the manager behind the desk. The man looked around, then pulled out a key and handed it to Heero, wishing him and his 'wife' a good evening. Wufei fought the urge to scream in frustration and rage. He stalked down the hallway, and waited for Heero to open the door to their suite.
Once inside, Wufei literally tore the dress from his body and scrubbed his hands across his face to get the majority of the make up off. He stormed into the bathroom and took a long shower before coming back out, clad in his boxers. He grumbled something that sounded vaguely like 'good night' and slid beneath the blankets of the one large bed that graced the luxurious room.
Heero remained at his laptop, typing away and reviewing their mission. They had been called to spy on OZ, who was supposedly creating new mobile suits. Their chief engineer was supposed to be in this town, and the boys had been called in to spy. Heero was to work with Wufei, Duo with Quatre, and Trowa was off on a completely different mission elsewhere.
Wufei was almost asleep when he felt motion beside him. He rolled over, clutching the blankets as he stared at Heero with wide, sleep-choked eyes. "What the hell?!"
Heero looked at Wufei as if he had gone insane. "I am going to sleep."
Wufei was giving Heero much the same look Heero had been giving him. "But...I'm sleeping here!" he protested, eyes narrowing.
"Hn." Heero stated and rolled over. Wufei grumbled, and silenced when he heard Heero's reply. "I am sleeping here because it will be best for my efficiency in the morning."
Wufei rolled his eyes and plopped his head down. "Whatever. Don't you dare wake me up..." he said as he flopped back down.
When he was almost asleep he felt Heero's foot brush against his leg as the Perfect Soldier moved. Wufei flew off the handle.
"Shimatta! I was almost asleep!" he said angrily, giving Heero a good kick. The now fully awake and very irritable Wing Zero pilot turned a death glare on him, then kicked him back.
"Don't kick me."
Wufei knew it was childish...but it was late at night, he didn't care, he was tired. He slapped Heero. At the sight of Heero's obvious rage, he stuck out his tongue. "Biiiiiida! You said not to *kick* you!"
"Omae o korosu!" Heero growled, slapping Wufei back.
That did it.
Less than thirty seconds later, the two were involved in a full-scale war, that ended when Heero finally pinned Wufei down, holding the Chinese pilot's arms above his head with one hand, and using the other hand to brace himself. Heero was panting for breath, as was his captive.
Heero had been planning on threatening or yelling at the other pilot, but he was forgetting what he had been going to say. After a few minutes had passed, neither one of them moving, the intimacy of the situation caught up with Heero. The Wing Zero pilot almost blushed as he released a now-quieted Wufei.
The two of them lay in silence, staring at the ceiling, the only sound their breathing.
Heero was not very good at waiting, not when he was tired and confused with himself. He surged up, then rolled over and kissed Wufei bruisingly, hard enough to draw blood. Wufei made a shocked noise as Heero's sudden desire nearly overwhelmed him. Heero's passion was a commanding, undeniable force that he couldn't shake...wasn't sure he wanted to shake...
Heero pulled back after a moment, his eyes looking dazed. He gasped for air, as surprised with himself as Wufei was. He looked back, and his eyes met with Wufei's. For a long moment, neither moved.
As if on cue, they leaned into each other and their lips met hard, fighting for dominance. Heero moved over so he was lying between Wufei's legs, kissing the raven-haired bishounen for all he was worth as his hands slid down to relieve Wufei of his boxers.
Wufei's eyes flew wide when he felt Heero's finger slide into him. His back arched and a noise was drug from his throat. Heero used his free hand to remove his own boxers and then ground his hips forward, grinding his throbbing cock against his lover's. Wufei gasped and rocked up against Heero as the Japanese pilot slid a second finger into the tight sheath of his body.
Wufei made a small moan of protest when he felt Heero's fingers pull away. Heero swallowed his moans and continued to ravage the other boy's mouth. Wufei's back arched almost completely off the bed as he felt Heero's hard shaft slam into him. Wufei gasped, sucking the air from Heero's lungs. Heero moaned softly as he started to move, thrusting deeply into his lover. Heero's hand came up and he wrapped it around Wufei's burning erection and proceeded to stroke him firmly in time with his thrusts. Wufei's head thrashed as Heero hit that special spot inside him over and over, harder and harder. He rocked his hips in time with Heero's thrusts, meeting his lover halfway and increasing the force with which he was being taken.
Heero growled and lowered his head to sink his teeth into Wufei's shoulder. This final bit of sensation threw Wufei off the edge, and he came with a scream, his seed shooting out across their stomachs. Heero slammed hard into his lover as Wufei's muscles spasmed, grabbing his cock and squeezing him hard. It was too much. Heero cried out as he orgasmed, releasing himself inside his lover before collapsing. They both lay there panting, then Heero rolled off Wufei with a slight smirk lighting his face. Wufei looked at him quizzically. "Nani?" he murmured.
"You aren't going to complain about me sleeping here still, are you?"
Heero's answer came in the form of a pillow smacking his face. "Baka." Wufei snorted, then cuddled up against Heero before drifting into sleep. Heero looked at him, his face and expression soft, then smiled slightly. "Oyasumi."