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"Spookems"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Not mine. My psychiatrist assures
me that they never were either, although I specifically remember creating
them… Warnings: AU, questionable and evil humor, romance
with slices of angst (which I fix!) Rating: Ah…NC-17 or thereabouts, I think Pairings: 1x4, 5x2, 3+a box of stolen Pocky Author’s Notes: Okay, so I’m sitting
here one day, in the mood for a ghost story, and can only find ones
where one of the boys is a ghost and falls in love with one of the
other boys, at which point one of three things happens. Either a)
after some hot steamy sex the ghost crosses beyond, leaving the other
one to suicide *grr* b) he somehow is given a body or c) they have
to wait until the next reincarnation. C&C appreciated. Flames will be used to defrost
my windshield. Enjoy, peeps! Dedicated to Tricksy. I’m going to miss your
antics, love. //thought// *emphasize* " Spookems"
Chapter Seven: Rectifications
Since sleep was an apparent impossibility, he might as well read to pass the time. He still thought chance played a very important part in history (unfortunately, he had lost that debate to Wufei) and if he did a little research, maybe he could defend his viewpoint a little better… When Duo stepped into the study, he saw something that was Not Good. Quatre was sitting near the fireplace, five bottles of root beer sitting like little ducks in a row beside him, and three bags of Hershey kisses in front of him. He was currently half way through one bag. Duo was unfortunately familiar with Quatre’s binges. They’d only happened a handful of times, thankfully, but it spelled disaster for everyone nearby. Depending on his mood, Quatre went one of three ways when hyped on that much sugar. He either became maniacally happy, maniacally depressed, or dry drunk. Of the three, the last one was the best option. Quatre was usually too tipsy on his feet to give you much trouble and could easily be coaxed into a bed so that he could sleep it off. Unfortunately, it also meant that he had NO inhibitions whatsoever, and whatever came to mind usually spilled right out of his mouth. Sometimes it was entertaining. Most of the time it was simply disturbing. “Hey, Q. That’s not a good idea.” Duo entered the room and attempted to take the chocolate away. Quatre nearly took his hand off. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” “Whoa.” Duo jumped back out of range. Aw crap. At this rate, he was going to go into the worst of the three options: maniacally depressed. “Okay. You wanna tell me why you’re eating yourself silly?” “He hates me.” There was enough chocolate in Quatre’s system to where his normal control over his emotions was dramatically lowered. A big fat tear rolled down his cheek. “He didn’t even want to look at me. I don’t know what I did either.” Duo bit his lip. He didn’t want to make the situation worse, but he wasn’t sure how wise it was to try to continue the conversation either without knowing who ‘he’ was. Or what exactly happened to put Quatre into this state. “Maybe he’s just mad and he doesn’t want to take it out on you.” Quatre briefly thought that over then shook his head mournfully, popping another piece of chocolate in his mouth. “He looked right at me and gave me a Death Glare.” Oh great. They were talking about Heero. Crap. No wonder Quatre was falling to pieces. Duo had known for a while that the bond between his best friend and Heero was unusually strong. There was something in Quatre that needed Heero’s good opinion and respect. Duo had seen the consequences once when Quatre had thought he had lost that. It hadn’t been pretty. “You sure that wasn’t a Warning Glare? Sometimes I can’t tell the difference.” “I’m sure.” “Oh.” Quatre pulled himself out of the rut his emotions were dragging him through long enough to think about his visitor. “Why are you up this late?” “Can’t sleep.” Duo looked completely disgusted with himself. “It’s stupid, but if Wufei isn’t in the bed with me, then Mr. Sandman doesn’t stand a chance, y’know?” “You really are in love with him.” Quatre blinked sadly. “Must be nice.” “It’s got its moments.” That bag of chocolate was beginning to look tempting. Duo drug it closer and started popping pieces into his mouth. “It’d probably be all sappy and stuff if I… Q, pass one of those root beers over.” “Sure.” For a while the only sounds were the soft ticking of the mantle clock and the crinkling of wrappers being undone. The way that Duo was gulping down chocolate didn’t escape the blond. Quatre eyed him in suspicion. “Why are you depressed?” “Cause I don’t have the guts to tell the man I love that I love him. That’s why.” Duo chewed viciously, taking some of his frustration out on the innocent chocolate in his mouth. “But you’re lovers—” “Q, word of the wise. ‘Lovers’ does not equate ‘perfect understanding’.” They lapsed back into silence. Three bags down, one to go. Quatre eyed it warily, expecting his stomach to revolt, but surprisingly there was an only brief and queasy command of ‘don’t go there’, which he ignored. The blond reached for the bag of Hershey kisses and opened it with a pop. Duo, without being prompted, leaned over to refill both glasses of root beer. Quatre blinked at him stupidly. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” Quatre chewed thoughtfully on a Hershey kiss, contemplating all of the things that had gone wrong from the moment that he had stepped through the door. There was quite a list. “Duo…this is a girly kind of thing to do, isn’t it?” “What? Eating gobs of chocolate because our love lives are screwed up?” “Yeah.” “Yup. But I think we’re secure enough in our masculinity to flip anyone off who says something about it.” Quatre grinned at him and popped another kiss in his mouth. Duo sighed. “At least you don’t know why you’re in trouble. I know but I still don’t have the guts to…” He watched Duo trail off, eyes downcast. Quatre couldn’t leave him like that, although he wasn’t sure if the truth would hurt or help. “He knows.” Duo’s head snapped back up. “He knows.” He repeated softly. “I think it scares him, a little. I’m not sure why, though.” “Well, that’s something.” Duo leaned over to grab a handful out of the bag. “For a while, I thought I was losing my touch.” Duo watched Quatre try in vain to reach for the glass only six inches in front of him. Hm. Looked like he had gone dry drunk instead of maniacally depressive. Okay, that might be a good thing. He leaned back to consider the logistics of how to get them both up to bed while polishing off the rest of the chocolate. Right now he wasn’t much steadier on his feet than Quatre. His body just wasn’t at its most coordinated at three in the morning. The front door opened and closed. Duo frowned at it, half hoping that it was Heero. He wanted a chance to deck the idiot for what he had done to Quatre. Wufei paused when he saw the light on, poking his head curiously around the doorway. His brows shot up when he took in the littered mess of chocolate wrappers, empty root beer bottles, and knocked over glasses. “Ah…am I interrupting something?” “Yup.” Quatre waved at him sleepily from his prone position on the floor. “We were eating globs of chocolate cause our love lives are screwed up. Right, D?” Duo emitted a soft snore. “Awww. He fell asleep on me. Traitor.” Quatre stuck his tongue out at Duo, then giggled. Wufei eyed him the same way that any scientist would study a new and potentially dangerous creature in the wild. Quatre did not giggle. He just…didn’t. “You need to put him to bed.” Quatre ordered with a yawn. “He can’t sleep without you now. Make sure you go to bed with him, okay?” “Okay.” Wufei decided that agreeing with this strange creature was a very wise move at the moment. “Can you make it up to bed?” “Mm? Nah. Sleep here. Floor’s comfortable.” Another yawn nearly cut off the last word. Wufei decided that it would be useless to tell Quatre to stay put for a bit. The blond was in no position to move under his own power. Instead he focused on gathering his limp lover into his arms and carrying him upstairs and into bed. While he carried him, Quatre’s words replayed in his head. Why would Duo think that his love life was screwed up? Unless… Unless it had something to do with why he abstained from saying three very important words to his Chinese lover. He carefully eased Duo into bed, covering him with the comforter before going back downstairs to retrieve Quatre. It might be unfair, but he intended to use this window of opportunity to get some answers. Especially since Quatre in a more rational state would hesitate before telling Wufei what he wanted to know. Quatre was nearly asleep when Wufei picked him up. “Mm? Don’t move me!” He protested, grouchily. “I’m taking you to bed.” “Don’t want to be taken to bed. Heero won’t be there. Want Heero.” To Wufei’s surprise Quatre started crying softly. “Why’s he mad at me?” “I don’t know.” Wufei answered quietly. But he did know that as soon as he straightened everything out with Duo, he was going to hunt a certain Japanese idiot down and attempt to beat some sense into him. Quatre sniffed slightly. “Quatre…why doesn’t Duo tell me that he loves me?” “He’s afraid to. He doesn’t think you want to hear it.” Wufei frowned. That much he had guessed. “Yes but…why? We’re lovers. It’s expected that we would love each other.” Quatre blinked up at him in confusion. “Have you told him?” No. He hadn’t. He hadn’t felt the need to say it until that morning, nearly four days ago, when he had woken up hearing Duo whisper it against his skin. He had rolled over, and hugged him, telling him without words what he felt. But Duo hadn’t heard that silent message. And to Wufei’s surprise and disappointment, he hadn’t said those words again unless he thought his lover was asleep. Only then had Wufei felt the lack that those words could create when left unsaid. The blond tsked him solemnly. “You need to tell him.” Wufei took in a deep breath and expelled it in one word. “Yes.” He nudged the door open and carried Quatre into his room, laying him down on the bed. He had barely drawn the covers over the small form before Quatre was fast asleep. “Sleep well. And I promise to punch Yuy tomorrow, alright?” He didn’t get an answer, but then, he hadn’t expected one. He turned and went back to where his own bundle of mischief was sleeping peacefully. Everything could wait until the morning. + Duo woke up the next morning to a blinding headache. Who could have imagined that you could get such a hangover from binging on chocolate? He stumbled into the bathroom and downed about four Advil dry. “Man…did anyone get the number of the truck that hit me?” A hot shower helped, and by the time that his hair was halfway dry, his head didn’t feel as if it would try to crack open anymore. He started dragging a brush through his hair when Wufei came up behind him. “Hey! Mornin’—” Wufei swallowed the rest of whatever Duo was going to say with a hungry kiss. Duo with his hair down just had that effect on him. Actually, it was a wonder that they hadn’t been late for more than three classes so far. When they parted, slightly out of breath, Duo grinned. “I like the way you say good morning better. What dialect was that in?” “Chang-ese.” Wufei replied deadpanned. “Hm. Maybe I should study up on that a little more—” Wufei stopped him from taking their contact anymore with gentle fingers against Duo’s lips. Duo dropped back onto his heels, confused. The air this morning was too heavy. Why was Wufei looking at him so seriously? “Duo. The past few mornings…I was awake.” For a full three seconds, the full import behind those words didn’t hit. When they did register, Duo went white. Wufei swore silently. He hauled his lover against him firmly, wrapping both arms tightly around that body. “Idiot. Why are you afraid of telling me?” “You don’t want to hear it—” Duo whispered hoarsely. Wufei felt like shaking him. “Have I ever said that? Your culture is much more exuberant than mine. I am still becoming accustomed to showing affection like you do. Do not assume that a lack of response is a lack of feeling as well.” Duo finally let his slack arms wrap around Wufei’s waist. “Really?” “Ai ren. You are not alone in this. Sometime other than the night I want to hear that you love me. I don’t want you to hesitate to show what you feel during the light of day.” “I’m not—” “Hush. Let me finish. I want to hear you say it; I think you need to hear it.” Wufei pressed a kiss into Duo’s temple. “No more fears. No more tiptoeing around issues like this.” “Okay.” Duo leaned back, feathering a kiss against Wufei’s mouth. He was smiling from ear to ear. “That’s more than okay by me.” Wufei walked him backwards towards the bed, tracing the face in front of his with light kisses. “Love you.” “Say it in Chinese.” Duo pleaded softly. There was something about the language, coming from Wufei’s mouth, that turned him on. “Wo ai ni.” Duo laughed when his back hit the covers, Wufei climbing up over him. It was liberating to finally have those words said, and returned. “Love you back. And have I mentioned how glad I am that I fell in love with such a gorgeous hunk?” Wufei rolled his eyes. “You’re going to be late for class.” “Awww…he’s blushing. You’re so cute when you blush!” “….” ~~~~
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