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"Blade"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am
just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: R Warnings: m/m relationship, Heero POV, light angst,
a teeny tiny hint of violence, un-beta'd but short so should've caught
everything Pairings: 1x5 Summary: Wufei decided on a life of peace and solitude post-war and only Heero is allowed to intrude on it. A/N: 1x5 is a pairing I always wanted to try as
it is a little tough for me to figure out the dynamic so here is my
attempt. It is only a short piece but more of an experimentation on
my part.
" Blade"
Tea Tea. I knew there was ceremony about it. I knew there
was a ritual and a right way of doing things but I ignored all of
that even though perhaps I should've researched it. For him. But instead,
I boiled water, brought out mis-matched mugs and found bags of green
tea attached to string. It was the opposite of ceremony as he stood
in my living, too awkward to sit down still, looking at what I had
made my home. It was not like his. In his he had found peace and tranquillity.
I, instead, had created an impersonal box – white washed walls,
a grey couch, a few pictures that Duo had insisted I buy. There were
traces of him more than me – things he thought I should have
from a plant that he said would give me "purpose" as I had
to keep it alive to the paintings of space he'd bought me as a house-warming.
Even the mugs, black and white spots, were his choice and I frowned
as I slid the tea bags out of their paper, putting them in the mugs
as the water finished boiling. Maybe there would never be any mark I left. A fake name,
a nameless reflection, the scars of battles and nothing much more.
The thoughts were not comforting as I poured the boiling water, filling
the mugs and letting the bag stew for a moment, the flavour infuse. The moment I had opened my door and seen him inside
my apartment had been a surprise. I knew there was someone in my apartment
the moment I entered and I had drawn my weapon out of instinct, my
mind fearing the worst as it always did – an attempt on my life
by an angry ex-OZ officer or someone who'd lost a loved one. Yet as
I turned the corner, my gun pointed, cocked and loaded, I faltered
as I saw him. He turned towards me, gave me that smirk that was a
challenge and I lowered the weapon, holstering it securely away. "Chang," I'd said, as we always did and he
nodded. "Yuy." I didn't expect his visit and it had made me feel unusually
anxious. I had used the excuse of making the tea as a moment to regain
equilibrium, to give myself time to think as Wufei had never broken
into my home. As he had walked away from this world - one where I
wore a badge, a gun holster and a uniform. Coming here meant something
and I bit back the hopeful side of me that hoped he would come back.
Come back to the world of violence, of our fight, re-join us and find
a place by my side. I stamped those feelings down, staring into the
mugs of boiling water. The tea infused and I removed the bags throwing them
in the trash and taking a breath before I walked to him, offering
a chipped black and white polka dot mug. "Duo," I answered his silent question, seeing
the way his eyes narrowed at the mug. "Ahh, yes." That was all the explanation required. "You can
sit." He nodded, taking a space on the grey couch and I sat
beside him, our bodies separated. Perhaps that was wrong - that we
should greet each other with intense kisses and fiery sex as we knew
each other intimately and had been "fucking around" as Duo
would say, for years. As I knew how his mouth opened when he was close
to climax, how his back arched, how his hair spilled from his ponytail
as we wrestled for dominance. But we never started like that - no,
not us, he too reserved, me too cold. We never should've found each
other in the dim light, tasting each other after an adrenalin high
like no other... Before he found peace. "You can stay," I offered, blowing steam from
my face and seeing his expression shift. "Thank you." Duo would ask him a thousand questions, ask why he had
come back to civilisation but I didn't. I only put down my mug. "Are you back?" He followed my lead, the mug on my hard wood floor and
he nodded. "I need to atone before I can find peace." I understood, understood that need and I moved subtlety,
my actions observed until I cupped the back of his head, dragging
him towards me. "Let me help you." There was only a small exhaled gasp as my fingers tugged
his hair roughly to bring our mouths together, my mouth and tongue
and teeth fierce, him capitulating to my kiss and falling backwards
onto the couch. Above him, I straddled him, our lips a little swollen
from the force of our mouths and I let my hands wander, traced my
fingers over his white t-shirt, feeling the jump of his muscles and
the ridges of his body, wanting to worship his firm, calloused flesh
with my hands, body and lips. "The tea," he said, interrupting my momentum
briefly. I shook my head and leant down to kiss him. Like Wufei
I had not found peace, not found my way to atone or move on from my
wars but in moments like this I forgot all the things I had done.
All the blood on my hands and so maybe peace was in the slide of his
hand under my shirt, the rough nip of his teeth and his tight grip
in my hair. I had not found no atonement or reprieve from my actions
but maybe with Wufei - together with him - I could.
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