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"Romancing the Dragon "Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 01x02, 06x05, and 03x04 Summary: A Halloween-themed, one-shot with multiple
get-togethers "Romancing the Dragon " Chapter 3 Chang Wufei was pacing. What he needed was a cup of tea. A properly brewed, soothing herbal tisane would quell his nerves. Duo Maxwell. He was like a beer, a cheap canned one, all shook up- flick the tab and outflows foamy froth and noisy outbursts. Trowa Barton was a rustic red wine, dependable, not particularly bold, but with potential. Heero Yuy was like sake; both took some getting used to. Quatre Winner was champagne. Bubbly, refined, and could go straight to your head. Someone knocked at the door. A light touch, possibly gloved? "I didn't invite you to come in." Wufei said automatically, thinking it was one of the other agents, and then as the door slowly opened his eyes flickered over the long, lean... um... dignified, aristocratic, masculine man, lounging just inside the door. There was a time when he would have pigeon-holed Zechs Merquise as a fine, refined brandy and pushed all thoughts of him to the dusty, far-back of the liquor cabinet. Once upon a time. And that was to avoid lusting over him like a pubescent boy. At the moment, what came to mind was a very dry martini, shaken not stirred. There was the sparkling glint of a diamond earring, the mane of silken, platinum hair, glistening and loose, fluid in elegant curves over wide shoulders jacketed in his perfectly tailored, pale grey uniform, and flowing freely to a feathery end at the man's narrow waist. The pair of incredibly long legs, crossed at the ankles, draped in silvery wool flannel slacks. One hand gripped a green file and smaller red book. A very, very dry martini. Complete with cocktail olive. Cock- tail. Cock... tail- "Agent Chang?" Wufei jumped to attention. He had been drinking in the serene vision still lingering at his door and suddenly realized that he'd been rude to an officer, not recommended even if he was from an entirely different department. "Oh, forgive me. I didn't mean you. How discourteous of me. Come in, please." Zechs Merquise strode over to the neat desk and set the book and glasses in the center. He folded his arms across his chest, turned toward the other man, and chuckled deep in his chest. He appeared totally unruffled by the younger man's behavior. "I take it your office has been under attack?" "Yes, that is a good analogy. Some other agents need to respect limits, personal space, not to mention reams of rules pertaining to appropriate office deportment. And I don't restrict that to my inner sanctum. They act inappropriately in public meeting rooms." "I see. These intruding agents, could they be the ones I chased away?" "Most likely. And thank you." "They are all obviously fond of you." "They are fond, as you put it, of each other and flaunt it constantly. It is unprofessional." "It can be at times." "They're men!" "Is that the primary problem?" Zechs' smile tightened. "Yes!" "Wufei, homosexuality is not against the rules-" "Not that. I meant that they are men, who are dedicated, and should know better. They should exert more self control in the work environment." Zechs' stare intensified, as if he could extract the information from Wufei's mind if he sharpened it to a fine point and pushed. "You're not a homophobe, then?" "What? Absolutely not!" "Well, I'm glad to hear that, since I am attracted to men myself." That must have been a difficult admission for a proud military man with a strong hetero image; at least, it seemed that way to Wufei. Very masculine. Very. "Y-you are?" Wufei cleared his throat and studied the stack of files on his desk. His fantasies leaped off the dusty old shelf of his mind, shoving aside the aging brandy and cognacs, and exploded into the forefront. Wild silver hair, hot lips, hard, hard chest, commanding fingers exploring... It took every ounce of his legendary discipline to leash his indulgent libido all back in and regain control. "I-I had no idea, but that's what I mean. You don't...ah...carry on at work. Your private life is just that-private, where it belongs." With me... Zechs' smile turned gentle and he extended a hand to cover Wufei's for an instant, withdrawing it when Wufei looked up. "You don't have to answer this. It's rather personal, but are you currently in a relationship? No special lady, perhaps?" "La-ady?" his voice cracked. Then he sputtered, nearly choking on his own spit, and caught himself and breathed deeply twice until he bridled his passions. "I am in no liaison, particularly with a woman." How repulsive! "Women are of no interest to me whatsoever; besides, I haven't the time for trivial pursuits." The thought! "I see." Had Wufei looked up, he might have seen Zechs' predatory smile. "Then your commander has been over-working you?" "Not at all!" Not what I meant! "It's probably hard on you to be the only one of your friends not in a relationship." Wufei wondered how his personal life had become a point of discussion. "I'm not embarrassed to admit I'm happily single. I have a full life, teeming with meaningful activities and a relationship would..." Be wonderful... he sighed. "This is not pertinent to the problem." "Agent Chang," Zech's steely voice quavered, like the burrs on a sword's edge. When he spoke next, it rippled smooth and rich as cream port. "Wufei, there are no hard and fast anti-fraternization rules-just guidelines, and those mostly relate to agents reporting to officers to protect them from possible coercion." "And if they were followed, if all the agents would act accordingly, I... we... would enjoy a more professional atmosphere. It's so unjust!" "So your objections to your friend's behavior only relates to the workplace." "Yes. I... I fight my own distractions. I work hard to be professional and it would be of great service to me if my fellow agents would behave. Is that too much to ask?" "Not to ask, per se, but as you can see such hard and fast expectations can lead to disappointment when your friends fail to have anything but normal, healthy male appetites." "But Heero Yuy! Who knew he was normal in any way?" Zechs' eyes narrowed as he gave Wufei a calculating once-over. "You are attracted to him?" Wufei's eyes grew to comical proportions. "God, no!" NO, no, no, no, no! It's you, you fool! "That is a relief. Could you possibly be interested in joining me for dinner, tonight?" "Ach?" Zechs closed Wufei's gaping mouth with a finger to his jaw. "Is that a 'yes', I hope?" Wufei felt the blood rush to his face and his ears burn. Oh my God. OhmyGod OhmyGod OhmyGod- His throat muscles had so constricted he couldn't speak; he had to make do with a curt nod in agreement. "Excellent. I promise we can hide our affair far better and longer than Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell." AFFAIR! Maybe something more meaningful than that! There is justice in this world! "Barton and Winner didn't even bother," Wufei said in a gasp of air which made his voice come out tight and whiny. "And I don't participate in sordid affairs. I'm waiting for-" "You are worth whatever inconvenience it might cause me." Zechs set down his file and book to better embrace the adorably embarrassed young man standing appetizingly close. "I promise to take this slowly, as slowly as you like." -Once you get your hands on me and kiss me solidly in my office, which is wholly indecent while being very stimulating-stop analyzing! Wufei fell into his arms and gave in to his desires, loosening the ties to his fantasies, and letting them pool at his feet to be kicked under the desk. Let the man plunder my mouth, give in, give in! In the far distance, he could hear Duo's voice from beyond the firmly closed door. Zechs had closed it but had he locked it? Probably not. Panic! "Hey, 'Fei-man! Before you convince the boss to outlaw kissing and hand-holding, we'd all like to say we're sorry and we'll be a lot more... what's the word, Winner? Oh, yeah, cir-cum-spect in the future." "I should let you talk to them," Zechs whispered from lips just parted from Wufei's, "but that would presage me letting you go, or break my first promise." "Later." Wufei guided the other man's head back down and initiated his own kiss. "On another note," Duo intoned, "we all got a bone to pick with you. You know what I'm talking about. These background checks Preventer's did on us? Is this for real?" Again, Zechs broke the kiss. "Wufei, I mustn't keep you from your work, and this is important." "I know you're in there!" Duo shouted. "Okay, like it or not I'm coming in!" "Eek!" Wufei pushed Zechs clear across the room. And then, without the barrier of solid wood between them, came Duo's voice again, "'Fei?" In tumbled all four of his wretched, nosy friends, spoiling his moment with the man of his dreams. (o) "We're sorry," Heero began, apparently wanting to begin with Chang's problem first. Duo had moved beyond that now, it appeared. "We were sorry, ya mean." He shook a file folder as if that was a substitute for wringing someone's neck. "Muriel Francis Hannah?" Duo wailed in horror. "I don't even know where to start on that name." "But he will," commented Trowa. "Most of it's girls' names!" "That's a start," Trowa pointed out unnecessarily, which was the point of his joke. It earned him a scowl from Duo. "Muriel is Irish. Francis is French. Hannah is Hebrew," Wufei explained. "Ugh." "Duo, your mother was of Irish-French origins and your father from Romanian- Russian. American colonials on L2. Both were people you'd be proud of." "Yeah, yeah... I read the file." "He found out about your parents?" Quatre asked nearly breathless with excitement. "Trowa did, too!" All eyes turned on Trowa, hiding quietly behind his shack of hair. "So, Chang, this was what you were talking about? What you said was waiting for me on my desk?" Trowa asked. "What I said-? Oh, not that-" the Chinese agent started to say. "So what's yer name?" Duo interrupted, clearly excited about the revelations. "Triton Bloom revealed." Trowa flickered a smile as he saluted them all. "Father of Anglo-Saxon origin, German-English- mother was Greek-Italian." "You're well blended like a good drink," Quatre noted with a sphinx-like smile. Wufei's glower, darkened. "You have been reading me." Of course he has you foolish man, Trowa thought to himself. "Ah, yeah." Trowa's smile was even more enigmatic. "We even had a crest. And Catherine's my sister, as she's always claimed." "What is this all about?" Heero asked, shaking the answer from his file. "I didn't ask for my personal history to be exposed." "Director Une had made it a priority before hiring you to look into your personal histories and uncover what was hidden about the famous Gundam pilots. Agent Chang discovered it and demanded you be informed." Zechs smiled. "It was an invasion of your privacy. She never asked for your permission. Informing you was the right thing to do," Wufei said. He'd recovered a little of his dignity. "Une! Damn straight!" Duo scanned the paper in his hand and sighed. "How'd she get all this?" "All colonists have blood and tissue samples on file, DNA. Children as they were born had medical record, birth certificates-you were traceable." Zechs sighed. "I'd personally like to extend my apologies for this assault upon your personal history. You can rest assured that this will remain completely confidential-." "Uh. Huh." Duo nabbed Heero's ID papers and read rather than listened. "Lorenzo... How do ya say this name, 'Ro? Fuck yer mama?" "Long 'U'!" Heero snatched the file out of his hands. "Fukuyama!" "Lorenzo?" Duo grinned. "That's kinda sexy, ya know?" Heero grumbled something, adding, "Make certain this information is not leaked, Merquise- sir," and turned on his heel. "I've got work to do." "Well, thanks, Wu'man for making this all available to us. And ah sorry for... you know... before. Oh, and Zechs, sir, sorry to have disturbed you. Carry on." And to ensure his meaning was understood, Duo winked and grinned with a double thumbs-up. How had he guessed? How? Wufei looked up to Zechs face, which looked equally shocked as his must have looked. Trowa made sure Quatre was out the door before he drew it closed with one last word. "The director's not the only one good at invasive surveillance." His eyes tracked to the little red book on Wufei's desk, the one under the reading glasses. "Might want to start with that." And then he closed the door with a quiet "snick". Zechs immediately picked up the glasses and the book of regulations. There was indeed a bug inside. "Yuy. He handed these to me just before I entered your office. I never suspected him to be so forthright about protecting his territory." TBC...
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