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"Wo xi wang ni shi shu yu wo de""I wish you were mine"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Not mine. I just permanently borrowed
them for an unspecified amount of time. I’ll give them back.
Eventually. Rating: NC-15…maybe NC-17? Warnings: Yaoi, TWT, romance, lime Pairings: 5x3, 4x1x2 Author’s notes: I have no idea where this
came from. Shigeki (my muse) doesn’t either. I was just thinking
that there weren’t enough 5x3 fics—I can only think of four—and
WHAMO! There it was. The whole idea. Tell me if you like, ne? *emphasized* *sounds* //vidphone// "Wo xi wang ni shi shu yu wo de" "I wish you were mine"
Chapter Three: Complications
“Wufei?” I blinked my eyes open and groaned. “Why are you here?” “The mission finished early.” He explained softly. “I assume that everything has been cleared up between you two.” “Not…exactly.” Quatre gave me an incredulous look. “Then why—” Trowa shifted against me and burrowed his head into the crook of my neck. I stroked the hand laying against my chest and murmured to him until he was settled again. Then I glared at the nosy blond. “I’ll explain later. Let him sleep.” “Um…okay. I’ll fix breakfast.” “Wait. Is Yuy here too?” “Yes. And Duo.” “Ah. Then do me a favor.” “What?” “Let *Duo* cook.” He gave me a sheepish smile. “Right.” For about five minutes after he left I was able to do a bit of a restart on the morning. I closed my eyes again, then took in the sensation of being wrapped up in Trowa’s arms bit by bit, as I would have if I hadn’t been so rudely awoken. Yes, I could definitely get used to this for the next fifty years or so. “Breakfast!” I grumbled to myself—silently—but I moved. If I didn’t show up soon, then they would come to get me and I wanted to have a rather in depth ‘discussion’ with them before Trowa was awake. It took a bit of maneuvering, but I managed to get out of his hold. Once I was free of the bed, I picked up my crutches and limped out into the hall, shutting the door very softly behind me. Duo was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. Quatre and Heero were already at the table, stuffing themselves silly. They looked as if they hadn’t eaten a decent meal in a week. But then, considering that neither one of them can cook, I’m not surprised. I lowered myself into a chair with a slight grunt, letting the crutches lean against the wall beside me. “Yuy. Winner. Maxwell.” I nodded to each in turn. “There is something that I want to make absolutely clear.” “We’re not to stick our noses into this, right Wu-man?” “Precisely, Maxwell.” Quatre looked up from his plate with this expression on his face that made me want to bolt from the table. I’ve seen that look before. Usually right before he comes up with a strategy that takes out a few squads of Leos. “What exactly did you tell him?” “That is none of your business.” I was honestly trying to keep my temper in check, but they weren’t helping. “Oooh. Someone’s a little sensitive about this.” Duo bounced over and straddled the chair to the left of me. “Come on, Fei, give us the down and dirty!” I didn’t need the abrupt silence from the other three to know that at that precise moment, Trowa had come in from behind me. I turned in my chair and caught his hand as he came near. I didn’t want him to go self conscious on me again just because the other pilots were here. He looked down at me, and winked slightly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze before sitting to my right and calmly filling his plate with pancakes. “Good morning.” I had the satisfaction of seeing at least two startled expressions. Quatre didn’t really look surprised, but he did look…thoughtful. Fine. If Trowa didn’t mind that they were here, I suppose I shouldn’t let it affect me. I shrugged a little and went back to my pancakes. The silence, of course, didn’t last. No silence can without being utterly destroyed if Duo is anywhere nearby. “So the leg’s okay, right?” I waved my hand casually in the air. “It’s fine.” “I’m more worried about your arms.” Quatre nodded toward the crutches leaning against the wall. “I’ve used those before, and I know how sore your arms can get.” “Especially when you’re going up and down stairs.” Trowa added, a touch too innocently and with a slight smirk in my direction. It was tempting, but I didn’t stick my tongue out at him. Too childish. I gave him a meaningful glare instead. “Stairs?!” Quatre looked between the two of us in astonishment. “What were you doing going up and down stairs?!” My look spoke volumes. “In case it has escaped your attention, may I point out that the *bedrooms* are upstairs.” “I finally moved him downstairs two days ago.” Trowa added. “And I only stayed because it was a more preferable location.” I leveled a Look at him, waiting for his reaction. “Of course.” I ignored the overly bland tone behind the words and took a bite of pancake. As long as my strength and ability wasn’t coming into question, then I was content to let the matter lie. I took advantage of Duo’s temporary silence—caused by a mouth full of orange juice—to ask a question of my own. “I assume that the mission was a success considering that there are no obvious bruises and/or broken bones.” “Hn.” Heero finally looked up and decided to enter into the conversation. “We encountered little resistance. Duo served as distraction, which made things easier.” Duo gulped down his juice and grinned. “You gotta admit, filling the armory with paintball guns and fart bombs worked pretty good.” “The enemy was certainly distracted.” Heero admitted. “And the look on Noin’s face was priceless.” Quatre sighed dreamily. “I didn’t know that anyone could really turn three shades of red like that all at once.” Trowa arched a brow. “Did you get a picture?” “Aw man, we should have done that Q!” A laptop beeped. Recognizing the tone as mine, I stood up to answer it. And fell back to my seat in pain when I was—again—forcefully reminded that one of my legs was still broken. “Zao gao!” Quatre was out of his seat before I landed back in mine. “Wufei?! Should I get some painkillers?” “He’s fine.” Trowa paused a second to look down at me (to really make sure that I was fine, presumably) then continued walking toward the laptop. “He did this yesterday too.” “I’m never going to get used to this.” I grumbled to myself, pushing the plate away so that Trowa had a place to put the laptop. When I clicked into the vidphone, Sally’s face came up on the screen. //Good morning.// The only good thing this morning had happened within the first five minutes, in my opinion. Things had rather gone downhill from there. But I nodded to her politely regardless. “Sally.” //How’s the leg?// “It’s still attached to the rest of me.” //A good thing.// She agreed dryly. //I think I know the question to this already, but there’s a slim chance that I’m wrong so I think I’ll ask anyway. Have you been taking your pain medication?// “…” //I didn’t think you had.// Her voice was, if possible, even drier. “Wufei.” Trowa’s voice was so mild that my instincts were screaming at me to run while I had the chance. “What is she talking about?” “I took the anti-inflammatories.” I grumbled. “Those are the ones that really mattered. I don’t need painkillers.” Quatre was shaking his head. “I should have known better than to give them to you. What was I thinking?” “You weren’t.” His lover told him bluntly. “Did you just hide them, Chang, or do we have to replace them?” “The damn thing doesn’t hurt.” I snapped. “It just itches. Onna, did you have to bring this up?” //Yes. And answer the question, Wufei.// It was Trowa’s expectant face that made me answer more than anyone else’s. With a mental sigh I gave in. “My dufflebag.” “I’ll get it.” Trowa said quietly, getting up. “Trowa, I don’t need any—” The words literally died in my throat when he knelt next to me and brushed a lock of hair back. The Look he was giving me was quite expressive. It clearly said ‘Stop being stubborn about this. You don’t want me to worry about you, do you?’ And since, of course, I didn’t want him to worry about me, I conceded this particular battle. His piece of mind was more important than two little pills. “Fine. They’re in the right pocket.” He nodded, his hand leaving a gentle caress on my cheek as he pulled away and continued to my bedroom/study. The silence was almost audible in the kitchen. I was pulled back into the world abruptly with the realization that I had an audience…a very astonished one. With difficulty I managed to pull my arrogant face back on and turn it to the onna that had caused all of this. “Anything else?” //Ah…how long has that been going on?// “Onna. Stay focused.” //Fine. I’ll get it out of Quatre later. I wanted to tell you that I’ll be in a different location than planned in two weeks. I’m not sure where, yet, but I’ll send you the coordinates. If everything happens according to plan--// “Knock on wood.” Duo muttered quietly. //--I should actually be closer to you, so it’s a good thing. Is everyone there right now?// “Yes.” //Ah good. Then I can ask. Quatre!// Quatre came around the table and looked over my shoulder to see the screen. “Yes?” //How long has it been going on?// I sputtered. There was no need to clarify what ‘it’ was. “A little over two days.” “Good*bye* Sally.” I growled, ending the call. Trowa came in with the bottle, handing me two pills. I took them with a pained expression. I don’t like strong medication. It makes my body feel too…surreal. “There. Now that I have given in to everyone’s demands this morning, I think I’ll go read.” I’d barely gotten my feet under me when Trowa slid his arm underneath my knees and an arm around my back. There was an audible—if not exactly articulate—response at this maneuver from the peanut gallery, but I was so used to it by this point that I only hooked an arm around his neck and looked up at Trowa with resignation. “I can limp to the study, you know.” “I know. But this way I can make a clean escape as well.” “Very well.” Borrowing one of Duo’s expressions, I saluted him lazily. “Lead on, fearless leader.” Duo choked. + After dinner that night all five us played a few hands of poker. There was this interesting little by-play that no one else noticed, however. Trowa would glance at the stairs. A second later, he would glance in the direction of the study. Then he would frown slightly. I silently observed that with each new hand that was dealt, that cycle was becoming more frequent. He wasn’t sure where to go tonight. His glances toward the study lasted the longest, and were the more intense of the two, so I guessed that he truly wanted to stay with me tonight. But he wasn’t sure if he should, for whatever reason. As for myself, I was at a bit of a loss as to how to reassure him that I wanted him to stay with me. I could hardly say something to him with our captive audience. Taking his hand and leading him to the room was an obvious impossibility, considering that it took both of my hands to operate the crutches. I kept enough attention on the cards in my hands so that I wasn’t losing too badly, but I considered Trowa a higher priority and kept most of my focus on him. Finally, at what we decided would be the last round, inspiration struck. I waited until the precise moment when Duo threw his cards down, declaring himself the victor. Then I stood up, hobbled the two feet that separated me from Trowa, and plomped myself onto his lap. He stiffened for a second in surprise. In that second I leaned forward until my mouth was right next to his ear and breathed, “Let’s go to bed.” When I pulled back and looked at his eyes, I saw a hint of the smile that he had given me last night. “Okay.” I might have lost a bit of my pride and independence doing this stunt, but if it meant that Trowa now understood where he belonged, then it was worth it. Even trade. I wrapped both arms around his neck as he stood up, cradling me in his arms. I nodded a good night to everyone, ignoring Duo’s snicker and Quatre’s blush. I handled the opening and the closing of the door so that Trowa wouldn’t have to set me down, and as an afterthought locked it so that anyone who thought to enter—for instance, a braided idiot with a death wish—couldn’t. Or couldn’t do it easily. I’ve yet to encounter *any* lock that could keep Duo out if he was determined to get in. I was too tired to think of pajamas or anything of that nature, so I just stripped down to boxers and climbed into bed. Trowa followed my example and climbed in behind me, spooning up against my back. I pulled his arm around my waist and tangled my fingers with his, snuggling backwards until I was completely flush with his body. Have I mentioned that he has an incredible build? I’ve almost caught myself drooling a couple of times. Once I was all settled in I muttered, “I wish they hadn’t shown up. I liked being alone with you.” He kissed me on the back of my neck. “Me too.” I ‘mmm’ed in appreciation of that gesture, and to my delight he did it again. Before I fully realized what was happening, he had both arms splayed against my chest, and he was mouthing at my neck softly. I tilted my head sideways—well, as much as I could against the pillow—to give him access, and rubbed my back end against his hips. “Touch me.” The words came out a little hoarse, but I didn’t care. “Trowa, touch me.” His hands glided down over my abs to my boxers, hooking his thumbs into the waist line and dragging them down to my knees. I lifted my hips to aid him, groaning when his mouth switched from my neck to my ear, nibbling gently. His hands ran back up soothingly along my inner thighs, stopping at my groin and cupping a ball in each hand. I jerked in his arms, gasping. Before my brain turned to absolute mush, I had the presence of mind to throw the covers out of the way. One hand moved from ball to cock, and anything approaching sensible thought shut down with an audible click. His thumb teased the slit of my cock, rubbing precum over me before traveling back over my length and doing it again. It was a slow and provocative rhythm, and I was shuddering hard as every nerve in my body vibrated to the same beat of his hand. Sweat beaded on my skin, and for some reason I couldn’t seem to draw enough oxygen into my lungs. “Trowa…harder…” My voice was thick. He started to pump me in earnest, literally pulling everything into that region. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He whispered against my cheek. “Let go. Trust me and let go.” I couldn’t have held out longer even if I wanted to. With a choked scream I arched into his hands, feeling like my climax was being jerked out of me. I have no idea how long it took to recover my wits, but when I was at least semi-aware again, my cum had been cleaned off and my boxers were back in place. I turned to him, catching the back of his head and drawing him down a little so that I could kiss him. We’d never given each other more than a chaste kiss. The moment had never seemed right, somehow. I took it easy this time as well, nibbling gently at his bottom lip and not forcing it any further. His lips parted under the pressure and I accepted the invasion of his tongue with something that I refuse to label as a purr of delight. It was simply a sound of appreciation. While our tongues dueled for control, he moved my hand from his head down to his waist, silently asking for me to return the favor. I was too lost in the sensation of kissing him—mmm, I never thought he’d taste this good—to have enough focus to get his boxers off. So I kneaded him through the thin cotton, feeling him swell in my hand. He shivered slightly, moving restlessly in my grasp. I caressed his tongue one last time before pulling away and scooting down on the bed. “Wufei, what—” With a yank, I got the boxers out of the way. Trowa had half sat up at this point, a little confused as to my intentions. I flashed him a smirk and gave him a gentle love bite at the tip of his cock. He hissed out a breath and literally collapsed like a marionette with cut strings back onto the mattress. Now that I had him where I wanted him, I proceeded to focus on the delicious flesh in front of me. I’ve never given anyone a blow job before—actually, Trowa’s the first guy I’ve ever kissed—so this would take some experimentation. Still, I knew what I enjoyed, so all I had to do was apply the same principal to him. In theory. I started out by thoroughly exploring the tip in my mouth with my tongue, one of my hands tracing random patterns over the base with a light fingertip. Mm-hm…he tastes marvelous. I think I’m becoming addicted. I heard a ripping sound and spared a glance towards the front of the bed. Trowa had knotted his hands in the sheets, but it looked like they couldn’t hold up to the pressure. Oh well. By nth degrees I took more and more of him into my mouth, changing my pattern so that I was sucking on him, rubbing my tongue up against him and scraping my teeth against the skin. I was so caught up in what I was doing that I almost didn’t catch what he was saying. “Wufei—please, I can’t handle much more, you have to—ahhh! Nnh.” He does make the sexiest noises when he’s being pleasured. I pulled away long enough to whisper “Trust me” against his skin, then I swallowed him whole. I swallowed around him once and felt his balls tighten. The warning came just in time, and I pulled back enough to where I could swallow his seed down without choking. It was just as tasty as the rest of him, if in a different way. Hm. Interesting. I didn’t know that Trowa would be a screamer. When he was completely limp, I scooted back up (after replacing the boxers) and snuggled my head under his chin. It took a few minutes before he recovered, then he threw an arm around my waist and dropped a kiss against my forehead. I was just about to drop off when I felt him whisper, “I love you.” Urk. I couldn’t go to sleep without answering that. It would be Bad. Really Bad. So I lifted my head a little—it felt like five tone gorilla was chained to my neck—and brushed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Love you too.” I don’t remember anything after that. + I absolutely had to get out of the house. After three days of the other pilots being there, and not giving me any time alone with Trowa—except at night—I was ready to commit murder. Like any other person on earth—or in the colonies—I wanted to spend time with my new boyfriend. It wasn’t a new concept, or an original one, so why couldn’t the other three get it through their heads?! When Trowa announced that he was going to get some groceries, I informed him that I was going with him. “But Wufei—” “Trowa. Don’t Argue.” I leveled a look at him that said that if he didn’t back down *now* then I’d carry through with my threat about changing the climate preference in Heavyarms. “Right.” There was something in his expression that gave the impression he was hiding a smile. I climbed into the truck with him, crutches tossed in the back. And even if it was a trifle annoying walking around with the crutches in a supermarket, I still enjoyed being away from the other three and spending some time just focusing on Trowa. We stayed in town longer than we should have, picking up some KFC and eating it at a park before heading back. For once, I wasn’t in a hurry to go anywhere and neither was Trowa. I walked to the front door first once we were back at the house, thinking to open it for Trowa, since his hands were full of groceries. I took one look at the scene on the living room floor and did an about-face, closing the door behind me. “I think we should have stayed away longer.” Since Trowa had been right behind me, he had gotten an eyeful as well. “Hn. You may be right. Let’s go out to the gazebo in the back, shall we?” “Good idea.” As we walked, my mind insisted on bring up the image of what I had just seen over and over again. Quatre had been on the floor, legs spread and his hands buried in Duo’s hair. Duo was kneeling between those legs, and Heero had been behind Duo, buried to the hilt from all appearances. Why couldn’t my friends just tell me that they were in a threesome? Do I have to keep finding these things out the hard way? A thought occurred to me and I looked sideways at my silent companion. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” “In a way.” Trowa admitted easily. “I knew that Duo and Heero were lovers. And I knew that Quatre would never try to become anything but a friend to Heero unless he knew that he wouldn’t come between the two. I figured that all of three of them were together.” “Trowa. Please, from now on, WARN ME about these finer details.” He flashed me a smile. “Sorry.” Oy. Well, at least I would have my way for the next few hours. I wanted the other three distracted so that I could have Trowa to myself. It looked like that would happen. I climbed up the three stairs to the gazebo, Trowa standing behind me until I was clear of them. He still doesn’t trust me with stairs, but at least he doesn’t say anything or attempts to carry me anymore. I had two choices at this point. I could sit on one of the padded benches that lined one side of the gazebo, or sit in the porch swing that was on the other side. I went for the bench, settling back against the corner and shifting my leg so that it laid out straight in front of me. Trowa settled on the floor in front of me, letting his head rest against the bench and my good knee. Without any conscious direction, my fingers reached out and brushed against the side of his hair, setting up a rhythm that soothed us both. During the companionable silence we were enjoying, my mind was reviewing the past three weeks with a fine toothed comb. And now that I knew what I was looking at, I was beginning to develop some very interesting questions. “Trowa…when you volunteered to look after me, did you plan any of this?” “No.” My fingers stopped. That was not the answer that I had been expecting. “What?” “I…only wanted to spend more time with you. I rarely had the chance to do that, all things considered.” He twisted sideways so that he could look up. There were lines around his eyes that clearly said that this topic was a little discomfiting. I had to know why. I knew that it bothered him to be asked questions like this, but it would drive me insane if I didn’t know. “Then that night when you kissed me” I brushed a fingertip over the exact spot that his lips had touched my neck “it was just an accident? Just an impulse that you followed through on without realizing?” “Yes. I’m rather glad now that it happened.” He smiled slightly, shrugging one shoulder. I couldn’t share that smile. I realized now that there was a possibility I would never have had him; had this. What if he hadn’t given into that impulse? Would we still be only friends? “Wufei.” Trowa twisted about to sit on his knees, sliding his hands up to cradle my head. “If not that night, then it would have been another. When you first broke your leg, I had no idea what three weeks alone with you would do to me. There were times that I thought I would go mad if I couldn’t touch you in some way.” My mind started to catalogue all the times that he had touched me. When he had carried me, or reached out to steady me…how many times had that been more for his benefit than mine? Trowa may have intended to give me a light kiss to reassure me, but I needed more than that after those revelations. I dove my lips forcefully into his, wrapping both arms around his neck. Someone groaned, I’m not sure who, then his head tilted more to the right. I brushed my tongue against his bottom lip, demanding entrance. He offered me no resistance, and I greedily swept my tongue inside, searching out and exploring every crevice and taste. His hands tightened around my head, tongue finding mine and twining around it. By the time that we broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Trowa’s eyes were searching my face intently. He was becoming too good at reading me. “Why does this bother you?” “It’s bad enough that you’ve loved me for so long without me even suspecting it.” There was a growl beneath the words that I couldn’t squash. “But now I find that there is a possibility that I might not have ever had you at all.” “And it scares you.” Trowa hushed the protest that he knew was coming, lowering his arms so that he could hug his dragon around the waist, laying his head on the shoulder in front of him. “You don’t need to be. I honestly could not have kept up the mask of ‘just friends’ much longer. I might have lasted for another night or so, but that would have been the limit.” With a sigh I let the matter rest. “There’s no point in these what-if’s.” I gathered him closely to me and let my head rest against his. “I love you.” “I know.” I squeezed him a little, smiling. “I love you too.” This time when our lips met the kiss was thorough and gentle. I would have been content to stay just like that until Armageddon, but I forgot temporarily about the Maxwell Factor. “There you guys are!” Trowa and I broke apart and looked toward the voice. Duo was wearing a pair of jeans—not all the way snapped up—and a smile. That’s it. “Heh…ah, sorry about our timing guys, honest. It’s just…we figured that you weren’t going to come back until really late since you apparently weren’t in a hurry or anything.” A faint blush was staining my cheeks, I just knew it. I scowled to cover it up. “Next time, could you at least mention that there is a complex relationship going on so that I don’t stumble into the middle of an orgy?” “Sure thing, Wuffikins!” “Wufei?” Trowa quirked a brow at me. “Didn’t we buy icecream?” Duo’s eyes went wide as all the factors hit—ice cream, sitting on metal, outside in 70 degree weather—and bolted for the truck. Seeing how we weren’t going to be left alone, Trowa and I followed at a slightly slower pace. + Dinner that night started out as a very strained affair. Quatre was embarrassed, and trying to hide it, Duo was trying to tease him out of his embarrassment without any noticeable success, and Heero wasn’t quite sure about our reactions. I don’t think it really mattered to him, but it would matter to Quatre. And that concerned Heero. I’ve never claimed to be an expert on dealing with human emotions or relationships. I was trying to find a polite and diplomatic way of reassuring Quatre that even though I found the idea of a threesome odd, I certainly wasn’t going to condemn him for loving two people. About the time that I felt I had a rough idea of what to say to smooth the situation over, Trowa sat his knife and fork down and looked at me. The look he gave me said ‘play along’. Oooh. This will be good. There was a twinkle in his eye that promised all sorts of retribution. I nodded ever so slightly and sat back, waiting to play whatever role he had internally assigned me. “I didn’t think,” Trowa said clinically “that Quatre would be uke.” The entire table went dead silent. A graveyard at midnight would have been noisier. I pretended to consider this. “You’re right. Duo I can see being uke…but considering how much Quatre enjoys being in control of a situation…well, it was a bit of a surprise.” “I wonder if it’s always like that, or if they take turns?” “Maybe they flip a coin.” I was really enjoying this. All three of my fellow pilots were imitating landed fish. “Hm. Perhaps. Although I have a hard time picturing Heero being anything other than seme.” He turned his gaze onto Quatre, looking expectant. “Well? Care to divulge the details?” Both of Quatre’s lovers reached over and smacked Trowa in the back of the head. “Stop teasing him!” Heero and Duo growled, nearly simultaneously. “Ow!” Trowa rubbed the back of his head with an indignant expression, but the twinkle was still in his eyes. I laid a (fake) consoling hand on his shoulder. “We’ll get it out of him later.” “Hn.” Quatre smiled at us, mouthing the word ‘Thanks’. We both nodded back to him, smiling a little ourselves. Dinner went more normally after that. That night as Trowa and I were getting ready for bed, I heard a great deal of thumping, sliding, and a few muttered curses. If the sounds were anything to judge by, two of the full sized beds were being pushed together. Now that we knew and didn’t disapprove, Quatre seemed to be willing to be very open about his relationship with the other two. Trowa snuggled in behind me, an arm around my waist. Since the darkness would hide it, I grinned from ear to ear. I had my lover with me, three of my friends had finally found the people that they loved, and OZ didn’t have the slightest clue where we were. I couldn’t ask for more. Well, it would help if the damn cast was off. + I sat quite still while Sally cut the cast off of me. I in no way wanted to give her the excuse of nicking me because I moved when I wasn’t supposed to. She wasn’t sadistic—usually—but she was rather irritated with me at the moment. I wasn’t going to provoke her while under her mercy. Of course, everyone was gathered in various spots of the room, watching the proceedings. My lover was sitting right next to me, and even without touching me his presence was quite clearly stating “mine”. “There. All done.” She threw the old cast into the nearest trash can and put her tools of torture back into her bag. “I would tell you not to put a lot of stress on it for the next two weeks, but I know that it will fall on deaf ears. Trowa?” “Yes?” “Make sure he doesn’t put a lot of stress on it in the next two weeks.” “Certainly.” Trowa replied calmly. I scowled at both of them, but as usual they were unfazed. Dammit, why am I surrounded by mother hens? “Can I go now?” “Yes, Wufei. Try not to break anything else.” I rolled my eyes, and didn’t even bother answering such an asinine statement. Lowering the pants leg back to my ankle, I stood up and tested the leg. It felt a trifle weak, but I could work on that later. Other than that, it felt fine. Good. “Sooo…Wuffers, whatcha gonna do now?” I eyed the crutches that were resting against the couch. “I’m going to stomp on those things. With my Gundam.” Quatre snickered. “But first…I’m going to give into a long subdued impulse.” I caught Trowa’s hand and dragged him to our bedroom, shutting and locking the door firmly behind us. ~*~*~*~ OWARI. Honor: Where did this come from? ~ * ~
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