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"Don't Stand So Close to Me "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I'm just
having a little fun playing with the characters. You can try to sue
me but all I have worth taking is my cat who is named Duo, but looks
like Trowa. Rating: NC 17 Pairing: Don't Stand So Close to Me. Part 3 "Maxwell. . .Maxwell, wake up." Wu Fei tried to keep his voice down so that he wouldn't wake Heero, who was asleep on the other side of the room. . .but that proved impossible. The Japanese roommate watched Wu Fei and wondered why he was trying to wake Duo so early. "What?!" Duo buried his face into the pillows. "Wake up." The firm tone was thick with annoyance. Finally, the American lifted to look at his human alarm clock. A few strands of chestnut hair, that somehow managed to wiggle free of the braided bed, fell into his half open violet eyes. As Wu Fei beheld the partly sleeping face, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was. "What time is it?" Duo asked groggily as he pushed the escaped hair behind his ears. "Six." "In the morning?! Why the hell did you get me up at six in the morning for?! My first class isn't until noon!" Wu Fei slipped his book bag off his shoulder and unzipped it a little. "I thought you'd like to be a part of this." Duo looked in the bag and the first smile of the day appeared on his lips as he realized what was inside. "You're really going to do it?" "You wanna help?" "Are you kidding?" Duo threw off the covers and hopped out of bed. The back pack was zipped before Heero could see what brought about Duo's behavior. While Duo rummaged for a pair of pants and shirt among the mess on his floor, Wu Fei noticed the type of boxers that the energetic boy was wearing. "What the hell?" Duo stopped and looked confusedly at the Chinese boy, who was starting to laugh behind the hand that was covering his mouth. "What? Something wrong?" Duo wondered and looked down at his boxers. He saw nothing wrong with them. They were made of black silk and bared a chibi picture of Deathsythe on the right front leg, and Deathsythe Hell on the back left leg. "I don't even want to know." Wu Fei chuckled and looked over at Heero. The Japanese boy must finally be use to such things from Duo. Right now, however, there was a hint of confusion in his colbat eyes, as if trying to figure out when Wu Fei and Duo started to actually get along with one another. "Can I ask you something?" Duo wondered as he quickly rebraided his hair. "Where'd you get that?" "A store." "Do you have any ideal how hard it is to find that specific one?" "I guess I was lucky." Duo's grin widen as he stared knowingly at him. "Or you spent a lot of time looking for it before. . ." "Will you hurry up." Duo couldn't help but notice the vein in Professor Hino's temple. Either he was still upset over yesterday. . .or he didn't like the desk warming gift that was left for him that morning. Duo glanced over at Heero's watch. They only had a few seconds left before class was adjourned. He couldn't wait to find Wu Fei and tell him about the session. "And one side note. . ." Hino stated as he walked behind his desk. He pulled something out of the top desk drawer and held it up for everyone to see. There were a few gathered giggles at the item, but a menacing glare cut them short. "Whoever left this on my desk this morning. . ." His eyes traced the students and landed on Duo. "It wasn't funny. . .and I will find out who done it. . .I will then press criminal charges for breaking and entering into my office." With that, he slammed the Sailor Jupiter doll onto the podium. "Class adjourned." Heero and Duo stood up in unison. "Is that what this morning was about?" Heero asked suddenly and Duo could only grin. "Now, why would we go and do that?" The American pretended innocence. "I'll catch up with you later, I have to talk with Hino." "I thought you said that you didn't want to approach him when he's like this." "Well, if I don't do it now, I'm going to get screwed for the semester." "Want me to wait?" "No. I can handle a pissed off teacher. I am the God of Death after all." With that, Duo headed toward the podium where Hino was gathering his materials. This was his last class for the day, and he was more than ready to leave. "Prof. Hino, can I talk to you for a moment?" He turned around at Duo's voice. "What do you want Maxwell?" "I wanted to talk to you about my last exam." "What about it?" "Well, I feel that I've been cheated out of the grade that I deserve. You see. . ." Duo reached into his bag and pulled out the test. "After you returned them, I compared mine to Heero's, and we have pretty much the same answers. The only difference is that he got a higher grade than me." "That's because Mr. Yuy does his assignments. He also studies and tries to do his best. You, on the other hand, do nothing." "That's not true. I might not read every single page that's assigned, but I do very well on the exams. Isn't that what counts?" "Mr. Maxwell, I told you at the beginning of the semester that class participation is part of your grade." "But you also said that the exams are 90% of the grade. I figured that even if I don't talk up in class, that I'd get at least a 'B', 'B-' because of the exams." Hino looked pass Duo for a moment to find that the last student had left the room and it was just the two of them. "I know the material, it's just that. . ." "Duo, if you don't read the assignments, how do you do well on the exams?" Duo? What happened to 'Mr. Maxwell'? "I study with Heero." "So you're saying that Mr. Yuy does all the work, and you just study with him." Why was he still referring to Heero as 'Mr. Yuy' if he started calling Duo by his real name? Duo eyed the older man closely as he started to circle him like a vulture. "By doing this, it's the same as cheating." "I don't cheat!" Duo barked and turned to keep his eye on the professor. He was starting to get a bad feeling about this man. "Then what do you call it?" Hino stopped and leaned against the desk. "I have a short attention span, okay? I have a hard time reading all that bullshit in one sitting. All Heero does is make an outline. I study the outline, on my own, and the night before the test, he quizzes me. It's not like I look over at his paper during the exam." "Well, you said yourself that you're answers are 'pretty much the same'. . .so what would lead me to believe that you're not cheating?" "Then sit us on opposite sides of the room next time." Hino pushed himself from the desk and walked toward the petite frame. "I have a better ideal Duo. . .why don't I give you another test? This one will cover everything you've done up until now. You'll take it alone, so that will be proof that you aren't cheating. Whatever grade you get on the test, will be your grade for the semester. How does that sound?" Duo stared warily at the older man. Something didn't strike him as being right. Why would someone who acted like he's hated him since day one suddenly offer such a deal? "Be here on Saturday morning at nine." With that, Hino reached across the American to pick up his briefcase, turned and left the room. Wu Fei gripped himself in his hand and began pumping in time with the thrusting manhood inside him. His soft moans could be heard through the small room, as could the slightly louder groans of his lover. The pace enhanced in hand and groin alike, as they both were nearing their peeks. Wu Fei closed his eyes tightly and focused on the boiling desire burning deeply inside. Without warning, he masturbated on the comforter below. A few minutes later, he felt his partner's semen enter him. Filled with bliss, they both collapsed on the bed. The Chinese boy could feel the gentle lips kissing his neck, back and shoulder. Enjoying the after glow, he gasp to reclaim his breath. The heavy breathing caused the few loose strands of jet black hair to sway to and from his face. Eric tenderly brushed the hair aside and kissed the flushed cheeks. "Mhmmm. . ." Eric cooed as his hand slid down the Chinese body. "I've never felt this satisfied before." Hino was the third person that Wu Fei had ever had sexual relations with, so he couldn't really return the comment. He turned onto his back and looked into the older hazel eyes. Clearly the more experienced of the two was waiting for a similar comment. "Have you talked with Maxwell yet?" Eric's face fell. "What the hell kind of question is that after having such great sex?" "It's just been bothering me." "Damnit Wu Fei." "You obviously aren't taking this seriously. If Maxwell thinks that you're doing this to him because you want sex from him, it can cost you your job." "I don't think that the board would believe him over me." "And if the board finds out about us?" "They won't." "Can you guarantee that?" Wu Fei climbed out of bed and started to dress. "Maybe we should just hold off until the end of the semester." Eric scrambled from the bed and stood behind his pupil. He slipped his arms around the small waist and crushed their bodies together. "Don't you trust me. I wouldn't jeopardize what we have over someone like him." He kissed along the young flesh as he spoke. "Maxwell is coming Saturday morning to take his test. I've decided that whatever he gets on it will just be his semester grade instead of only half. That way I won't have to worry about him for the rest of the semester." Wu Fei pulled away abruptly and turned to face his lover. "You dumbass. Now you look even more suspicious. Maxwell has a tendency to stretch things further than what they are." "Look, just let me worry about him. You just worry about your public apology speech." "Apology speech?" "It's the only way you'll get back in class." Wu Fei shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. "I'm not apologizing for anything. I meant what I said, and I'm not sorry for any of it." "It's the only way without it seeming suspicious." Eric explained and sat on the bed. "Who says I want to go back to your class?" "You're going to screw up your perfect record for some asshole?" "Duo happens to be one of my friends, and he's not an asshole." Wu Fei stood and picked up his book bag. "The only asshole I know is you." "Oh, I'm the asshole? Who's the one that left that damn doll on my desk?" "You don't know who done it." The Chinese student called as he headed for the door. "I'm willing to bet it was Maxwell. He'd be the only asshole to do that." He stopped abruptly and turned to face the teacher. There was an evil smirk plaguing his thin lips. "Really? Well, the asshole who left that doll on your desk was me. Maxwell didn't have anything to do with it. It was my ideal, my doll, and I'm the one that took it from your desk this afternoon too. And if you even consider pressing any kind of charges against Duo for something that he didn't do, I'll have your ass locked up for messing with your students." The look on Hino's face was priceless, and Wu Fei wished that he had had a camera with him. "So fuck you." With that, he walked out, leaving a confused professor; but feeling much better.
"Yeah, I have to be in his room on Saturday. That only gives me three days to study. Will you help me?" "Did you ask for this?" "No. He just offered it out of the blue, as if he was planning the whole thing. Then he told me it would be my semester grade." "You mean, your grade till now." "I'm positive that he said semester grade. I think he meant that no matter what I do for the rest of the semester, I would have whatever grade I get on my test." "Don't that strike you as odd Duo?" "Yeah. But the way I see it: if I ace the test, then I don't have to do anything for the rest of the semester." The braided boy beamed at the thought of not having to do any work in the class. "Duo, after what you just told me, you might want to reconsider being alone with this guy for the test." Heero cautioned as he closed his textbook and laid it on the bed. "What do you mean? I can handle some pervert if he starts to come on to me." "Something's not right." "Look, if he comes on to me, then I'll take it to the dean. You would back me up, wouldn't you?" "Of course, but we are talking about one of the most prestigious teachers on campus. You are known well as a class clown and blow off. Your story is a little shaky as well. They will consider the fact that you haven't been reading the material." "I thought you said you were going to back me up." "I am, but you have to look at the consequence. If the dean favors Hino, then you and I are both expelled." Duo plopped down next to his Japanese roommate; his smile and happy demeanor now gone. "So what are we going to do?" "Well. . .play it cool for now. If he hits on you on Saturday, we'll talk around with other students. It's possible he could be messing with someone else. They may just come forward." "And if they don't?" "Then we'll think of something else. Maybe we can place a speaker or a camera on your book bag. Trowa could probably get access to some equipment." There was a light tap on the door and both boys looked up to find Wu Fei standing on the threshold. "Hey Maxwell, how about we go for an ice cream?" "Are you going to poison it?" Duo wondered with a suspicious look in his violet eyes. "If you don't want it. . ." "Are you kidding? I wouldn't pass up free ice cream for anything." The American jumped to his feet and followed the Chinese boy into the hall. Heero watched the pair in awe, wondering when they became friends. Figuring it would probably be better not to know, he returned to his reading. He had only gotten a few pages into the text when he noticed someone else standing at the door. He looked up into the green eyes, a little surprised to see the absence of the usually blank stare. "What's wrong?" He asked in concern. The Latin stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against the door a moment before taking a deep breath and starting to say what was on his mind. . . . ~ * ~ Chapter
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