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"Meditations on the Colour Blue"Written By: Waterliliylf Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. All rights
remain with Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. No profit being
made here. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Sap, angst, fluff Pairings: Wufei/Zechs get together. Background
1x2, 3x4 Summary: When Wufei takes a sabbatical to finish
his new book, his aim to write loses focus due to noisy neighbours...but
is that such a bad thing when one of them happens to be a handsome
prince? "Meditations on the Colour Blue" Chapter 10: 'Hey, 'Ro. You know the absolute best thing about sex on a boat?' 'Hn,' Heero muttered drowsily, wishing his boyfriend could, for once in his life, just fall asleep. It wasn't going to happen though. If he had to admit, under extreme torture, that Duo had anything resembling a fault, it would be his boyfriend's propensity to talk after sex. Well, that and his fondness for overly revealing clothes that showed off far too much skin. Not that that was a fault, precisely; Heero just didn't like anyone except him getting to ogle that particular skin. Or what it covered. Heero liked to cuddle a little bit before falling asleep; Duo liked to have long, meaningful conversations. It wasn't an insurmountable problem. He didn't always require active audience participation, or only the occasional 'Hn'. He usually either talked himself to sleep, or else woke up properly, in which case he could generally be persuaded to use his mouth in a totally different way. 'You get to make all those atrocious jokes about dropping anchor and raising the mast?' he suggested finally. Duo sniggered. 'Apart from that. The best bit is that the Earth always moves! Get it? 'Cause the sea is never totally still.' 'That's awful,' Heero said heavily, refusing to smile. 'I'm too tired to work out whether it's an insult or a compliment to me.' 'Compliment! Obviously. You always make the Earth move.' Duo pressed a little closer, tucking his head into the curve of Heero's shoulder. 'You know something? I'll bet anything you like that there's an earthquake going on in Zechs' bedroom right now.' He laughed. 'You could see they thought I was never going to leave and they were both too polite to tell me just to fuck off and leave them in peace. Well, I think Zechs would have, but he didn't want to do it in front of Wufei.' 'So of course you had to stay and have a drink with them?' 'Natch! You should have seen the way they were looking at each other. Serious sparkage! I bet they jumped on each other before I was even out the front door.' 'Really? Isn't it a little soon for that sort of thing?' Duo's eyebrows lifted. 'Says the guy who jumped on me after knowing me for less than two hours?' 'That was different.' 'Yeah, yeah. Sure it was.' 'I seem to remember mutual jumping, actually.' 'It was, wasn't it?' Duo snuggled up to him, and Heero pulled him closer, loving the skin-to-skin sensation. 'Mmm. This is nice. I don't suppose there's any remote chance that you've got some chocolate on you?' 'Not on my person, no.' Heero grinned. Typical Duo; always thinking of his stomach. 'I think you'd have found it by now. But I might have a bar of something in my laptop bag.' 'Gimme!' Duo gave him a noisy, sloppy kiss before leaning over and groping on the floor in a wild tangle of flying hair. 'Yay! Kit-Kats. You are the perfectest boyfriend in the universe, you know that?' Heero just managed to suppress a groan. Duo Maxwell, naked and nibbling on a bar of chocolate, was impossibly erotic. He was staring to forget he'd ever been tired. 'I thought sex was meant to be a substitute for chocolate. Am I not doing it right?' 'Not a substitute,' his lover informed him, breaking off a stick of chocolate and proceeding to give it what looked like a very thorough blow job. 'They're complementary products. Hey, you remember the chocolate body paint we bought that time?' That made Heero groan again. 'I will remember the chocolate body paint for the rest of my natural life.' 'Oh, good. Y'know, we could get some more, for Friday night. Once we kick everyone off the boat, we can have our own private little celebration. How's that sound?' Heero cleared his throat. Shit. He hadn't meant to bring it up quite so soon, not when they were both happy and relaxed. 'I meant to talk to you about that. Quatre called me at work this afternoon. He and Trowa are definitely coming here for Friday, and he said he'd like to take everyone out to dinner somewhere nice, and then maybe go back to his house for drinks. That's OK, isn't it?' 'Fine,' Duo said shortly. He finished the rest of his chocolate in one gulp, without any erotic flourishes. 'That's your choice then. You can have Quatre's glitzy party or you can have me.' 'Duo, don't be like that. Please.' 'I'm not being like anything.' Duo jerked away from his lover's hand and slid as far away as he could. It wasn't far, actually; their bed wasn't that big. At least, he was staying in the bed, rather than storming off. They were both getting so much better at having arguments. The distance seemed huge, though, especially when Duo turned his back on him. 'I am pissed. We've been planning this night for ages, inviting everyone back here afterwards, and I don't see why Quatre gets to change all that at the last minute because he happens to be in the area, and I'm pissed that you're just going along with it. Is that clear enough?' 'I didn't think you'd mind,' Heero said quietly. 'It's very generous of Quatre. He's flying halfway around the world to be here for me; he's just trying to be supportive.' 'No.' It was said flatly, leaving no room for argument. 'Jetting in out of nowhere and upsetting all the plans we'd already made is not supportive, Heero. Didn't it even occur to him that someone else in the universe, like possibly your boyfriend, might have arranged something for you? Well, he doesn't get to do it. Not this time. The people you work with have been supportive of you, I've put up with you living and breathing bloody seaweed for the past however many months. Hell, there were times when I could hardly go to bed because you had the stuff everywhere. That's being supportive. Not swanning in and throwing money around. Can't you see that?' Heero nodded. 'I'm sorry. It wasn't Quatre's fault. He was trying to be nice. I should have said we already had plans.' 'Why didn't you then?' Duo asked abruptly. 'I've been looking forward to this for ages, and you damn well know it. I'm your boyfriend; I'm the one who's been wanting to make that night really special for you. Apart from anything else, half the people you work with won't be comfortable in Quat's idea of a 'nice' restaurant, where they probably won't know how to eat half the stuff, let alone what it is. You ever think of that?' Heero shook his head dolefully. 'You know I'm not good at thinking of that sort of thing. I've said I'm sorry. I'll call Quatre in the morning and tell him you already had arrangements. Is that all right?' 'Sure.' Duo's beautiful, beautiful eyes rolled alarmingly far back in his head. 'You call Quat and apologise that you're messing up his lovely schemes because your jealous boyfriend threw a hissy fit. That what you're going to do?' 'No.' Heero took a deep breath, knowing that he had to get this right. 'I'm going to apologise on my own behalf for not telling him that we already had the evening sorted. Is that acceptable? It is all right that Quatre and Trowa come to the party here, isn't it?' 'Sheesh.' He did the eye-rolling thing again, something Heero hated. 'Of course it is. I have never, never tried to stop you being friends with Quatre. I like the guy. I'd maybe just like him a bit better if he sometimes acted like I'm your partner and actually have a say in your life, and maybe even know a little bit about you, even if I haven't known you as long as he has.' 'He doesn't mean it like that.' Since Duo seemed to be calming down a little bit, Heero reached out and pulled him back down into his arms. This time, Duo let him. 'It's just we have been friends since we were children and he doesn't make friends all that easily. He's scared of losing me, that's all. You know that.' 'Yeah, sure,' Duo muttered. 'Let's all make allowances for Quatre Winner's insecurities. And there's another thing. You said he wants to give a party at his house; where does Wufei fit into that? Has Quat even mentioned any of this to him?' 'He was going to mail him, and he said Trowa had been trying to call. But Duo, it's Quatre's house. He's entitled to do what he likes in it.' 'Correction,' Duo said firmly. 'Wufei's hired it for a couple of months. He's paying rent; that makes it legally his. Peacemillion may be mine, but if people pay a charter, then she belongs to them for the duration.' 'It's not exactly the same.' 'Oh, yes it is. Listen, you didn't mention anything to Quatre about Wufei and Zechsy, did you?' Heero shook his head. 'He knows about them. Apparently, he was talking to Zechs yesterday evening. Why?' 'Really?' Duo propped himself up one elbow, gazing down at his lover's face. 'Yesterday evening, huh? Wonder if that had anything to do with Quatre's sudden decision to come out here?' 'What's that supposed to mean? Why should it? He's coming to attend my presentation, you know that.' 'Yeah?' He bent down to press a sweet kiss to Heero's lips. 'For such a smart guy, you really can be clueless as hell. He's known about your presentation for months, right? And then he suddenly decides to attend a couple of days in advance. You don't think that's just a little weird?' 'No,' Heero maintained stubbornly. 'He's my friend. He's just terribly busy, that's all. One of the meetings he was due to attend was cancelled so he has some free time.' 'God, you're dense sometimes. Lucky you didn't have to discuss interpersonal relationships among seaweed for your doctorate, or you'd have failed big time. Listen, 'Ro. Quatre is pathologically insecure, and he has serious issues about abandonment. I have them too, so I know. He's crazy about Trowa, and Trowa just happens to have this really cute ex floating around, who still happens to be a close friend of his. You don't think that set off serious alarm bells for Quat? Shit, he probably jumped at the thought of getting Wufei out of the picture, at least temporarily, by shipping him off to Spain.' 'Duo, Quat's not like that.' Heero shifted uneasily. 'You make him sound so devious.' 'Quatre Winner is quite possibly the most devious person on the face of this whole planet!' Duo scoffed. 'It must have seemed like the perfect plan; send the competition off to a whole other country to keep him well out of Trowa's life, and make sure at the same time that he doesn't get too involved with any of Quatre's other friends.' 'He told us Wufei was coming. He asked us to keep an eye on him! How exactly is that not including him?' Duo grinned suddenly, leaning over to brush his lips over his partner's. 'Are all geeky scientists as thick as you? The way Quatre talked about Wufei, I was expecting this ancient, totally eccentric professor. And he kept going on about how the guy was here to work on his book or whatever, and wouldn't want to be disturbed, and how he wasn't remotely sociable so we weren't to bother him. Yeah, that's really inspiring us to include him in stuff.' 'I thought you liked Quatre. I thought you were friends.' 'I do. We are. But it's taken a couple of years and some major arguments. And just because I happen to like him now, doesn't mean that I can't see he has faults. Which nobody else apparently can. Everyone else in the universe thinks he's this perfect, pure angel.' 'I don't think that.' Heero found himself strangely unable to look Duo in the face. It didn't make sense. Quatre was one of his oldest, closest friends, but he didn't think he was perfect. It was just that they'd known each other for years and Quatre had always been there for him. 'Just take him off that pedestal for two seconds and listen to me. Quatre Winner did his damnedest to split up the two of us,' Duo said candidly. 'Remember? And he nearly succeeded.' 'He didn't know you then, love. He was just being protective of me.' Duo's answering snort was loud in the silent room. 'That's kind of the point, Heero. He didn't know me. He didn't know anything about me. And he still made the decision that I wasn't good enough for you and he was going to put a stop to it.' 'I wouldn't have let him split us up.' Heero recoiled at the very thought, his mouth suddenly dry. 'I'd never have let anyone do that. Really, he always means well. And he likes you now; he considers you a good friend.' 'Listen, I'm not dissing him. Seriously. But he had this nice safe little world constructed with you and Zechs and 'Lena and the others, where he felt all safe and secure, and I was this total unknown coming into the picture who was maybe going to take you away. He doesn't deal too well with threats. And now I'm kind of worried that he's feeling the same way about Wufei. Even if he doesn't think it's serious with him and Zechs, he's probably not that keen about Wufei getting pally with all of us.' 'You like him, don't you? Wufei, I mean.' 'I like him. Plus he's lonely. He and Zechs are really cute together, you know. I've never seen Zechs so bowled over by someone in all the time I've known him. When he's with Wufei, he just can't take his eyes off him for one second.' 'They've only just met. It can't be all that serious.' It wasn't that he didn't want Zechs to be happy with someone. He did. But he knew what Zechs had been like after Treize had left, and he couldn't see there being any future for him with Wufei. The man was probably going to leave as soon as he'd finished that book of his and go back to his real life. And Heero would be left to piece together his friend's broken heart. Again. He'd told Duo that, and his lover was stubbornly holding to the belief that they could work something out. 'You know that it happens like that sometimes. It did with us. The minute I saw you standing there glaring at me from the dock, I damn well knew. They deserve a chance to work that out together, without Quatre trying to fuck it up.' 'I knew as well,' Heero said softly, deciding the Zechs/Wufei discussion was going nowhere. 'You were standing there draped in all those silly, sparkly little lights that you were trying to hang up, and you had tinsel braided into your hair.' Duo laughed. 'Yeah, it was so romantic. Until you started mouthing off all that health and safety drivel.' 'I couldn't think of anything else to say,' Heero confessed. 'You just looked so beautiful, my brain just froze.' 'And you thought what? That the best way to approach me was to threaten to report me to the Marina authorities for being in breach of fire regulations?' 'It got your attention.' Heero gave him a shy little smile, remembering that precise moment when their eyes had met for the first time. So much electricity had surged between them that it definitely had constituted a fire hazard. 'I didn't think you'd ever be remotely interested in a dense, geeky scientist.' 'Hmm. I happen to like dense, geeky scientists. Lucky for you.' 'Do you really? How much?' 'Hmmm.' Duo took a long, evaluating look between Heero's legs and held up his hands, a very precise distance apart. 'About this much. Possibly a little bit more, depending on sailing conditions.' 'Do you think they may be favourable at the moment?' 'Maybe.' Duo licked one finger and held it up. 'Let's see. Wind's in the right direction; good for all sorts of tricky docking exercises . Tide may be running a little bit high, but I think we could probably risk it, if you're game?' 'Always.' Heero tugged his partner on top of him, loving the way Duo sprawled over him, exactly like a sybaritic cat seeking the most comfortable place to lie. 'There were a few minutes back there when I wasn't sure if the forecast was going to be seriously hazardous.' 'There was a bit of a squall, all right.' Duo chuckled, tossing his head so all that glorious silken hair brushed Heero's skin. 'You did a pretty good job of steering us clear, though. I was impressed.' 'I think I'm getting better at all of this, don't you?' he asked hopefully. 'Think we both are,' Duo purred, lifting his head and angling at just the right direction for his hair to pool in his lover's lap. 'Two years ago, I'd have been half way to Algiers by now.' 'With me in hot pursuit. I'm glad we don't do that sort of thing any more.' 'Mmm. The reunions were sort of nice though.' The gleaming chestnut head dipped slightly, and he nibbled Heero's collar bone. ''Course, this way we get to make up without having to do all the screaming and chasing.' 'Some parts of the chasing were fun, especially the actual catching.' Oh, that felt good; the soft mass of hair in his lap was tickling him deliciously as Duo's mouth worked its way up his throat. 'I always liked being caught,' Duo agreed happily. 'You happy to steer for home again?' 'Unless you want to.' 'Nah.' Duo placed both hands on Heero's chest, pushing himself up. 'You've been doing a pretty amazing job of handling the tiller so far. Why don't you stay on the bridge for this round?' He inched forward, very deliberately, raising himself carefully over Heero's erection. Oh. Everyone had told him that the first mad passion never lasted; that honeymoon period where new lovers couldn't keep their hands off each other. It had gotten stronger, and so had his feelings for Duo. Gripping his love's hips to hold him in place, he gazed adoringly up into that beautiful, vivid face. 'I love you. I love more than anything in the whole
universe and I'm going to show you just how much.'
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