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"Quan Xin"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: My toys! I won’t share! Warnings: a little violence, language, twisted
humor, messed up timeline (I’m acting as if the war actually
lasted two years instead of one, and it’s a EWWT—‘Endless
Waltz, what’s that?’) switching point of views (sorry, it’s
necessary) Pairings: 1x5x1, 3x4, 2xH Rating: PG-13 Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries; honordemandoren.livejournal.com
Betas: Velvet and Caitilin Author’s Notes: This was done because…wait,
I will think of a good reason…hm… *emphasized* //vidphone, telephone// "Quan Xin" Chapter Three: Revenge
(Wufei’s POV) It was early afternoon, and we were thankfully done for the day. I sent Heero to grab a shower and take a break from Miss Relentless (as Duo called her) and gave a brief report to Une on the political luncheon we had just escorted Relena to. She was more concerned about the situation between Heero and Relena. //Chang, tell me exactly what she is doing.// I rubbed my temples to ward off a headache. “A better question is what she *isn’t* doing. She’s snuck into Heero’s room during all hours of the day—once she almost caught him in the shower—she calls him if he barricades himself away from her, interrupts meals, sub-diverts his attempts at leaving the grounds and attempts to seduce him whenever she thinks they’re alone. Which I haven’t let happen more than once.” Une scowled. //This is ridiculous. He’s doing us a favor—a large one at that—and she is making the situation even more difficult.// “The situation has improved since we moved him into my room.” I felt compelled to add that last part. //I can imagine.// Une snorted, mouth twisting into something like a smile. //It’s one of the reasons why I assigned you to her. She’s actually a little afraid of you.// “She’s going to become very afraid of me if she doesn’t stop this stupid little game of hers.” Une nodded in grim acknowledgement. //I’ll talk to her. In the meantime, keep me posted. And tell me the minute that she does something unforgivable.// “Understood.” //Une, out.// I stared at the blank screen a moment longer, then sighed and got up. I’d better check up on Heero and make sure Relena hadn’t gotten to him. + When I entered our room, Heero was nowhere in sight. There was, however, a rather suspicious lump in his bed. The blankets covered whatever it was, but it looked rather humanoid, so I assumed it was Heero. But Heero does *not* sleep with covers over his head. He can’t sleep at all if something is covering his head. I know that from personal experience when Duo tried to tackle him with a pillow. Of course, the braided sha zi ducked and *I* was the one who got punched… I wasn’t taking any chances this time around. I stood a good two feet back, out of range. “Heero?” *giggle* “…” --reboot sequence complete. Anomaly detected. Heero Yuy…giggling?! The Perfect Soldier does not *giggle*. The sound is just…Wrong. I very cautiously leaned over the bed, easing the blankets back so that I could see his face with the same caution that one would use in removing trip wire from a bomb. One dark blue eye peeped up at me through a mess of bangs. “Heero?” “Haaaaaiiiii.” Okay, the voice was the same…the cheery, teasing quality to it was *not*. “W-what are you on?” For a terrifying moment he looked almost serious, then spoiled it by kicking at the bed playfully with his feet. “I don’t knoooow. Whatever Relena put in that yummy hot chocolate she gave me.” “Relena,” I parroted flatly. I should have known. Sinking onto the bed, I pulled out my cellphone and dialed in her number. //He--// “Relena, what the hell did you give him?!” //Give who?// she queried in sweet innocence. “Don’t give me that. He’s *giggling*, Relena. Heero Yuy Does Not Giggle.” There was a moment of pregnant silence before she responded. //Maybe I overdid it a little…// “Yes,” I shot back sarcastically. “I think we can safely assume that. Now, WHAT DID YOU GIVE HIM?” //I don’t know,// she admitted softly. //I threw the bottle away and I never really looked at it so I don’t remember its name.// *click* Without hesitation I called up Sally. I barely let her answer the phone before I started talking. “Sally. We have a situation. Heero’s been drugged.” //Symptoms?// “Severe euphoria,” I growled. //How severe?// “He’s giggling.” Judging from the silence, even Sally had to restart her brain on hearing that. //…who drugged him?// “Relena, who else? She doesn’t remember what it was called, and unfortunately she threw the bottle away.” //Wufei, if this is what I think it is, we’re in trouble. The only drug strong enough to break Heero’s control would be Serendipity…and it usually comes in a bottle large enough for ten trips.// I slowly turned to stare at Heero in horror. “TEN TRIPS?!” //There’s a plus side to this. If he’s only giggling, then odds are this will clear out of his system faster than it would on a normal person. He’s very immune to most drugs anyway. I think he’ll be back to normal in two hours or so.// There was no way I was going to put up with this for two hours. He was scaring the bejesus out of me as it was. //Maybe three.// “You said two!” I yelped in panic. //…or five.// “WOMAN! Make up your bloody mind!” //Sorry, Wufei. But there isn’t a drug that can counter Serendipity, if that’s what this is. We’re just going to have to put up with him until it passes. I’ll be there soon to help out, alright?// Well, that was fine. At least I wouldn’t be alone in this torture. I hung up the phone in a daze—yikes!!!! The world spun like a merry-go-round as I was grabbed and twisted so that my back was flat on the bed. “Yuy! What are you doing?!” He had me pinned to the bed with his hands on either side of my body, grinning happily down at me. “You’re cute.” “…” My mouth was floundering around in the general vicinity of my chest, completely without a response to that. “Heero, I’m a guy! Guys are not cute!” This didn’t seem to penetrate. “Especially your ears.” How in god’s green earth can ears be cute? Not that I was about to ask that question. With Heero in this kind of mood, he might just answer it and I really wasn’t *that* curious as to the logic behind that sentiment. “I wonder if they taste good…” If my eyes could have gotten any wider, they would have. Heero was straight…wasn’t he? I mean, I know Duo was bi and Quatre and Trowa were obviously gay, but Heero… I have the feeling I’m in serious trouble. “Heero, they’re ears. Ears don’t taseeeeeppppp!” His mouth closed over the tip of my ear, tongue flickering out to stroke along the edge. A whisper of pleasure flickered over my senses. Damn, that felt nice and it shouldn’t because it was Heero and he was only touching me because he was drugged out of his mind— He grinned down at me. “You do taste good.” Patience. I must use patience. “Heero…let me up.” “Nope. I want to kiss you.” “YOU WH—mmphhff.” I groaned as Heero’s tongue captured mine and started rubbing sensually. My head tilted without my conscious permission, angling to deepen the kiss. I couldn’t hold back my response; the kiss was hot and wet and sexy as sin. *Damn* can he kiss! Heero groaned and shifted his hips against mine, which made my pants a little more constrictive than comfortable. I arched back to relieve the pressure, getting another growl from him. Mmmmm…very, very nice… + Sally walked in, Noin at her heels with the video camera already running in her hands. The glance they gave the room stuttered to a halt on the bed and stuck. Heero had Wufei pinned to the bed, both of the Chinese teen’s wrists trapped above his head in a firm grip. Sally noted that Wufei was either resigned to his position, or was resting for a moment before his next struggle, or… “I think he’s enjoying that.” “I would be,” Noin muttered with a snicker from behind her camera. Sally quirked a brow, nodded in agreement, and waited for Heero to let up so that Wufei could breathe. And waited… When five minutes ticked by without any sign from Heero that he was going to move, Sally decided to take steps. She went back out of the room, tracked down a bucket, then filled it with the aid of Wufei’s shower. Heero was still engaged in a lip-lock, apparently not noticing either woman’s presence. Sally maneuvered so that Noin could catch everything on film, then tossed the bucket’s contents on Heero. Heero sat up abruptly, blinking water out of his eyes. “Ahhh…that was refreshing.” Sally blinked. No ‘omae o korosu’? Heero turned around, beaming when he saw her. “Sally!” Sally did not have the time to evade as Heero launched himself at her, hugging her tightly and sending them both crashing to the floor. + (Wufei's POV) I blinked, wet, and still half-aroused on the bed. It was an abrupt realization to me that I didn’t have Heero holding me down anymore. Heero had, apparently, deserted me in order to glomp Sally. “It’s about bloody time,” I snarled at her. Sally, still dazed by the Heero-tackle, did not answer. Noin just snickered. I growled at her, then at Heero. “Sha zi, let her up. She can’t breathe.” This worked, but not in my favor. Heero let her go and scrambled back up onto the bed—then promptly latched onto me instead. “Ack! Heero, let go!” Heero burrowed in even more, wrapping one of his thighs over mine. “Wu-bear.” Maybe I was becoming desensitized. I only rolled my eyes at this and groaned. “Yuy, I am not a teddy bear.” Heero sniffed, blinking large too-innocent eyes at me. “But I had a deprived childhood, remember? I need a teddy-bear.” Sally was still on the floor, but now she was clutching her middle and howling with laughter. Noin hastily set the camera down on the nightstand before her laughter could shake the imagery, then joined Sally on the floor. Since this was not amusing to me—although I had an idea it would be later—I simply glowered at the boy cuddling me so contentedly. There was only one person that I could think of that could handle Heero in this condition. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and hit two. *ring* //Hey Wu, what’s up?// “Duo I need you here. Now.” //Whoa, you sound pissed. Something wrong?// Heero chose this moment to chirp happily “Hey D-man!” //…was that Heero?!// “Yes.” //Is he drunk?// I wish. “Drugged,” I corrected with a grimace. “Serendipity, we think.” The other end of the phone was abruptly filled with laughter. I waited a few moments until Duo managed to get ahold of himself. //Tell me that someone is recording this.// “Noin,” I confirmed. “Duo, get over here. I can’t control him.” //You’re lucky, man. I came to pick up stuff, so I’m actually close. Be there in five.// *click* Heero began nibbling on my ear again. Prying him off, I prayed that Duo could actually get here faster than that. + Heero was stretched out on the bed, a cold cloth over his eyes. When the drug had finally passed through his system, it had drained him of all energy and left him with a slight headache. I was just grateful the whole thing was over. “What hit me?” he groaned. He’d put me through a lot of grief in the past two hours, which I was upset about despite the fact it wasn’t his fault. Still, he looked so pathetic that I felt myself forgiving him. “Relena,” I informed him dryly. “Figures. What did she do?” “Drugged you with Serendipity.” He bolted upright, face filled with panic. “She…oh god. What did I do?” “Nothing serious,” I assured him. I was beginning to see the humor in the situation and had to fight a smile. “Just huggled anyone in sight and made me your living teddy-bear.” He flopped back onto the bed, covering his eyes with both hands. Feeling a little sadistic I added, “If you want to know in detail, Noin took the trouble of recording it for you.” Heero cracked open two fingers to glare at me. “You’re enjoying this.” “I think I’m rather entitled to, considering what I’ve put up with the last two and a half hours. Be grateful Duo went home.” *knock, knock* We both glared at the door suspiciously. “If that’s Relena, I’m shooting her,” Heero growled. “If that’s Relena, I’ll let you,” I promised. Getting up, I yanked the door open. It wasn’t Relena, however, but Quatre and Trowa. “How is he?” Quatre demanded, shoving his way inside. “Normal,” I told his back wryly. “Where were you two hours ago?” “On a plane over the Atlantic,” Trowa told me as he entered the room and shut the door. He might have been smirking, but it was so subtle it was hard to tell. “Duo just told us what was going on. Relena has been busy, I take it.” “I’m going to kill her,” I promised darkly. “Only if you beat me to it.” Heero waved off Quatre’s inquiries and sat up. “I’m fine. I just have a hangover. *She* won’t be by the time I’m done with her, though.” “Is it really that bad?” Quatre was taking in Heero’s things as well as mine. “And why are you two sharing a room?” “It’s safer for him that way,” I explained patiently. “She’s taken up the habit of walking into his room at all times, including when he’s in the shower.” Trowa winced. “Damn. I didn’t think she’d go that low.” “I did,” Quatre muttered caustically. “She is completely fixated on you, Heero. I thought she would retain some common sense, however.” “This is Relena we’re talking about,” Trowa reminded his lover. “At least she’s got a healthy dose of fear for Wufei.” “I have very little to do with it,” I grumbled to him. “Usually, my threats include turning Duo loose.” Quatre stifled a laugh. “She always was annoyed by Duo. I understand *someone* let him in so that he could paint the Pink Monstrosity.” “It’s now black, with glowing green racing stripes,” Heero confirmed. “We did get a picture of that, right?” Quatre demanded. His eyes were sparkling madly. “Of course I did,” I told him imperiously. “You even have copies of her reaction to finding the limo and the event when we bleached her hair.” “You’re a true friend Wufei,” Trowa knuckled an imaginary tear from his eye. I bowed solemnly. “It was the least I could do.” Quatre beamed at me. “So can I play too?” I looked to Trowa for the answer, who nodded firmly. “He’s good at practical jokes.” Quatre’s smile went up a notch. “Besides,” Trowa added calmly, “he’ll pout and sulk otherwise.” “Hey!” ~*~*~*~
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