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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 13: 'We really should get out, you know. We're going to get sunburnt.' 'Already burnt,' Zechs mumbled, latching one arm tighter around Wufei's waist. 'By you.' Wufei had been saying the same thing for a good ten minutes. He was right, of course. They should get out. They could go back to bed and sleep for a little while and then wake up. That would involve movement thought, and he didn't think he was capable of that, just yet. He didn't think Wufei was either. At some point, Zechs had had the presence of mind to loop an arm around a rung of the ladder and it was probably the only thing that was keeping them both from drowning. 'Are you?' 'Mmm. Scorched.' That comment won him a drowsy little smile that was ever so slightly smug, and a scattering of kisses on his shoulder. 'I love dragonflies,' Wufei said dreamily, apparently giving up on any attempts to move for the present. 'Don't you? They're so beautiful.' 'Oh, I adore them. Why exactly are we discussing insects? I can think of much more interesting topics. Like how you beautiful you are like this.' Beautiful, in fact, was inadequate with those silken, black tresses drifting on the pool's surface, and tiny droplets of water gleaming on his golden skin. Perfection, really. Fire and passion and courage wrapped in the most delectable packaging. Zechs rather liked the idea of the rest of the world seeing only the very correct, serious scholar with his spectacles and that wonderful hair pulled tightly back. He very much liked the idea of being the only one who got to take off those adorable glasses, and loosen the hair. Wufei's smug little smile deepened a fraction. It hadn't taken him long to learn the art of accepting compliments. Or of paying them, come to that. 'Your eyes are just so blue,' he murmured. 'They were the first thing I noticed about you. Have I told you that? I'd never seen anything so blue.' Zechs felt himself colour slightly; not so much at the words as at the look in the other man's dark eyes. 'I thought it was my appallingly loud music.' 'Mmm. That too. After all, I was trying to work.' 'Of course you were,' Zechs teased. 'And now look at you. After eight o'clock and not a single word written. Utterly shameful.' 'Shameless, I think is the appropriate term,' Wufei retorted, looking quite happy about it, if a little surprised at himself. 'Shameless is good. Very good, actually.' 'If I ever do get around to finishing my book, I'll have to dedicate to you. To Zechs, without whom this would have been written in a quarter of the time.' 'Oh, dear. How am I ever going to live with the guilt of depriving the world of another masterpiece by the great Chang Wufei?' Wufei stuck his tongue out. 'Very funny. I'm sure you'll manage. You seem to coping quite well so far.' 'I'm very good at hiding the pain behind a mask,' Zechs told him solemnly. 'You know, if you keep sticking your tongue out at me, I'm simply going to have to kiss you.' 'I've been hoping you would.' 'Hmm. Is that an official command?' Wufei just laughed, those glorious dark eyes gleaming. God, he was just irresistible like this. 'Back to that, are we? Well then, my dear prince, it is a very definite command. I can still have you thrown to the sharks if I don't find you totally satisfactory, remember?' 'I'll just have to do my poor best to ….. satisfy you, then, won't I?' He slid one hand under Wufei's head, raising it slightly out of the water, and slid his mouth over Wufei's, teasing a little at first, then deepening the kiss. 'Oh,' Wufei gasped a little breathlessly. 'If you keep up that sort of thing, I may never be able to write again. May I come and live here and be your toy-boy for the rest of my life?' 'Keep up what sort of thing, exactly?' Zechs tried to look innocent, holding Wufei so close that he couldn't possibly in doubt of what he meant. The Chinese man was an utter aphrodisiac. Intoxicating, as he'd told him on a couple of occasions. 'Of course you may come and live here. I've always wanted my own personal toy-boy to play with. Just don't expect a terribly lavish lifestyle.' Wufei pouted up at him. Utterly adorable. 'We toy-boys do have certain expectations. And you do live in a castle.' 'A very small castle that's probably going to fall down top of me one day and that I can't afford to renovate. I was rather hoping that if I could ingratiate myself with a certain best-selling author that he might decide to make me into a kept man.' The man in his arms – whom he had no intention of ever letting out of his arms – snorted with laughter, got water up his nose, and spluttered all over them both. 'Best-selling author! I don't think so! The general public isn't exactly enthralled by histories of ancient China.' 'The public should be,' Zechs said firmly. 'Considering I'm totally enthralled by you.' 'Really?' His expression was suddenly very serious. 'Really, really. All joking aside, Querido, I care about you. Very much.' He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Wufei's mouth. 'I love you.' He'd been the first one to say it the previous night, not sure if it was a good idea, so early on, but it was true, and Wufei prized honesty. He'd said it, and been rewarded by Wufei's gasp, and two arms flung around his neck; not quite strangulation, but close, and a kiss that had turned his whole body into liquid fire. Then Wufei had said it back, a little shyly. It was a memory Zechs was going to treasure for the rest of his life; the one moment of their night together that he most prized. Wufei had said he loved him. It had been after midnight though; after they'd both had a little too much wine to drink, after they'd spent hours loving each other. The sort of thing said in those circumstances didn't always hold true in the clear light of dawn. Wufei smiled up at him, one finger reaching up to trace a circle around Zechs' mouth. 'Oh, Zechs. I love you too. You don't have to look like that. We said we'd start trusting one another, remember?' 'I remember.' Wufei laid his head against Zechs' shoulder. 'You're mine now and I have no intention of losing you. My captive and my prince and my love.' He laughed, a little self-consciously. 'That sounds like something out of a romance novel, don't you think? It's true though.' 'I'd quite like to live in a romance novel, actually. One where the characters are constantly talking about how much they adore each other, and then making love.' 'Well, we've already done the talking, so….' The finger resting on Zechs' lips drifted down his throat. 'Perhaps we could move on to the making love?' 'We could do that. Anything you like.' As enjoyable as it was having those lithe limbs wrapped around him, Zechs decided that possibly it was time to get back on to terra firma. It would be even more enjoyable to lay Wufei down on a sun-lounger and make love without the possibility of him floating away. He even had the smaller man turned back to the edge in preparation when Wufei gave a loud gasp of horror, a sound that had nothing whatsoever to do with Zechs' hands on him. The warm, slick body in his arms tensed, lost its pliancy instantly, and awkwardly jerked away, plummeting straight to the bottom of the pool. Quatre Winner, looking almost equally shocked, was standing at the top of the steps. Perfect timing. Just when everything had been goddamned perfect. Zechs, who didn't have a particular problem with nudity, swung himself out of the pool, snagging a towel and offering a hand to Wufei, managing to pull him out and wrap him in the towel in one smooth motion. 'Don't worry, querido.' He pulled Wufei briefly into his arms, kissing the top of his head and shielding him from the others. 'I'll take care of this. Why don't you go and get dressed?' Wufei gave him a brief little duck of his head and fled with as much dignity as he could muster, trying not to trip on the over-large towel. Quatre began to stammer out apologies, and Zechs waved them aside with one hand, taking a towel for himself and giving his friend a quick hug and a wry smile. 'Not that it isn't good to see you again, but your timing is deplorable. I didn't think you'd get here this early.' 'We managed to catch an earlier connecting flight from London. I'm so sorry! I didn't want to disturb Wufei so early in the morning so I thought I'd come here first and…' 'Disturb us both?' Zechs asked quizzically. 'I know you said that you and Wufei were getting along but I didn't think you were….like that. You've only known him a few days! Aren't you rushing things a bit?' 'What makes you think that you have the prerogative on falling in love at first sight?' It came out more sharply than Zechs intended and Quatre winced. 'I'm sorry. It's great to see you; it was just a little unexpected that you turned up when you did.' 'I noticed,' Quatre said dryly, giving him a faint smile. 'I truly am sorry for barging in like that. But Zechs, is this really a good idea? He's only going to be here for a short while. If you do care about him, you're only going to be hurt when he leaves. I don't want that to happen again.' 'What do you want me to do, Quatre? Spend the rest of my life alone because I was hurt once?' 'Of course not. I want you to be happy! But I can't imagine that you two are remotely compatible.' 'I think you can let me the judge of that. And Wufei of course. You've only met him a couple of times. How much do you really know about him?' 'Trowa's told me enough. And I don't want to bring this up, but I know that Treize was the love of your life, and Wufei's nothing like him. I'm sorry, Zechs, but I can't see this working out. He's not the sort of person you need.' 'He's exactly what I need,' Zechs said coolly, wondering just why Wufei was taking so long to come back down. 'I love the fact that he's nothing like Treize. For one thing, he wants me to be more than a pretty accessory to hang on his arm and boost his ego.' 'I'm sorry,' Quatre repeated, tears slowly welling up in those big, blue eyes. 'Quat, don't!' Zechs put an arm around the little blond, and Quatre sobbed helplessly into his shoulder. 'What's wrong?' 'Everything,' Quatre sniffed. 'Trowa, really. I think he wants to break up with me. He hardly talked to me during the flight here, and he's gone for a walk by the sea to think. He's going to leave me and it's all my fault.' 'If he leaves you, he's an idiot,' Zechs said promptly. The problem was, Barton clearly was an idiot. Otherwise he'd never have left Wufei. 'No, he's not,' Quatre said sadly. 'He's right. We had a massive row yesterday morning. Things haven't been going too well lately anyway, and this trip to Canada was supposed to be a break for us both, and then I ended up having to work most of the time, and he said he didn't want to be with someone whose only priority was business.' 'He does have a point. Heero and I have been telling you for years that you work too hard.' 'Yes, but you've never threatened to stop being my friend. He said I have to learn to delegate or I'll have a heart attack before I'm forty and that I'm far too stressed all the time, and that I need to learn to relax and…' 'Shhh,' Zechs rubbed his back gently. 'It doesn't sound like he wants to break up with you. It sounds like he's concerned about you. That's a good thing.' 'I suppose. Then yesterday, he overheard some of what I was saying on the 'phone to you about Wufei and how I didn't think you should get involved and he was furious with me. He said Wufei was the most honourable person he'd ever met, and he wouldn't just string someone along and that I should mind my own business and think about my own relationship instead of worrying about other people, and then he said,' his voice faltered, 'that maybe we should take a break.' 'Oh, Quat. You do know he's right, don't you? You spend way too much time thinking about everyone else. Listen, you go home, take a shower and a nap and find Trowa and talk to him. Seriously. Tell him you care about him, and that you'll make more time to be with him. OK?' Quatre nodded dolefully. 'You don't think he's still in love with Wufei, do you?' 'He's the one who wanted to break up in the first place.' Zechs spoke with a confidence he was very far from feeling. If Trowa did leave Quatre, well, he and Wufei had a long history. Wufei had even confessed that he still had feelings for his ex. What if he decided he wanted to be with the newly single Trowa? 'Quat, I'd better go and see if Wufei's OK. Call me. And good luck.' He entered the house just in time to hear the front door slam as someone left it. Damn. Yes, Wufei had been startled and a bit embarrassed, but surely that was no reason to storm off. For someone who'd practically been a liquid puddle in his arms a few minutes ago, Wufei could move fast. He was already halfway down the drive when Zechs caught up with him. 'Wufei, wait! Wait! Where are you running off to?' 'I'm not running off.' Wufei glared at him. 'I'm leaving. Don't worry. You stay and talk to Quatre. You seemed to be perfectly happy without me. I saw the two of you snuggled up from the bathroom window.' 'Wufei, stop.' Zechs took a step forward and slid both arms around him. Wufei didn't exactly resist, but he didn't let himself relax either. 'I'm sorry. I am truly sorry. I thought you just wanted to spend a little while by yourself before coming back down. Quatre was really upset; things aren't going well with him and Trowa. He's very sorry for walking in on us like that.' Wufei sniffed. 'Quatre has a perfectly good house of his own, next door. Why didn't he go there?' 'He didn't want to disturb you so early in the morning. Querido, he was just trying to be thoughtful. Quatre didn't know if you'd even got his messages that they were arriving today.' 'What messages?' Wufei glared up at him. 'He never sent me any messages.' 'He's been trying to call you since yesterday morning. And he and Trowa have both sent emails.' Wufei shook his head; he'd dragged his hair back into that punishingly tight ponytail, Zechs noted with a little pang. Not so much as one strand drifted loose. 'I used up all my 'phone credit talking to Meiran yesterday. I did buy some in Marbella but I forgot to put it on my account. And I haven't been checking my emails at all. Not since before breakfast yesterday.' 'That explains it, then. My fault, probably for distracting you.' Zechs ran a hand up Wufei's back, wincing at how very tense he felt. 'He and Trowa caught an earlier connecting flight from Toronto; I didn't think they'd be here until this afternoon.' 'What?' Wufei jerked free, the glare back in full force. 'Trowa's here too? You knew they were due to arrive? What are they doing here? And you didn't think that maybe I should know something like that?' 'I assumed you knew,' Zechs said quietly. 'I talked to Quatre yesterday, just before you and Duo got back. You know that. Quatre wanted to be here for Heero's presentation. It was stupid of me, but I just assumed that at some point you'd got one of the messages from him or Trowa, or that Duo had said something, and then we…well, then I wasn't thinking about anything but you.' 'Duo knew as well? He never told me!' Wufei took a deep breath, visibly trying to pull himself together. 'This is awful.' 'It's not that bad,' Zechs took a step closer, reaching out to take one of Wufei's hands. 'Really. I promise, Quatre was every bit as embarrassed as you were, and..' 'Not that bad?' Wufei echoed wildly. 'I was naked. We both were! And we were almost…oh, gods! He nearly caught us having sex! It was mortifying! I don't understand how you're so calm about all of this.' 'I'm not calm. I'm worried about you, and that's affecting me far more than a little embarrassment on my own account.' 'Oh.' Wufei's dark eyes searched his face, and some of the tension left his own expression. 'I'm sorry. I'm probably over-reacting about all of this. It's just…' 'I know, love,' Zechs murmured. 'It's all right. Really, it's not that important. We'll be able to laugh about it one day.' Wufei shuddered. 'I never want to think about it again!' 'All right, then. We'll forget it. Will you come back home now? I promise, Quatre won't ever want to think about it again either.' 'What; is he still there? In that case, I'm certainly not going back! I'll never be able to look him in the face again.' 'Wufei, please, calm down. Quatre's gone home; it's fine. You weren't nearly this upset when Duo walked in on us yesterday.' 'We weren't naked yesterday!' Wufei snapped. 'I'm so sorry if I'm awkward about this sort of thing. Just because you don't mind going around in the nude doesn't mean that everyone is comfortable with it. Most people aren't. And Duo's different. Quatre's always so proper about everything.' 'Are you ashamed of me?' Zechs questioned softly. 'If you feel so badly about anyone seeing us together?' 'Of course that's not it! But some things are private, not to be shared with anyone. That's how I feel anyway.' His voice trailed off uncertainly. 'It's how I feel too,' Zechs assured him. Wufei shrugged. 'I'm just not comfortable around him. Especially after the things he said about me yesterday. If he really thinks I'm the sort of person who would use you just for sex and then abandon you when it suits me, then I don't want to be around him.' 'Don't say that,' Zechs begged. 'He didn't mean anything of the sort. He's just terribly protective and he didn't want me to be hurt. Can you please come back to the house with me?' 'So he thought I was planning to hurt you,' Wufei said crisply. 'I'm sorry. I know he's a friend of yours but that doesn't mean I have to like him. And no, I think I just need to be by myself for a while.' 'It feels like you're walking away from me.' Zechs didn't even bother to hide how miserable that made him feel, and Wufei pressed his mouth to his in a quick kiss. 'I'm not. I swear. I just want to go for a walk and think about things a little bit. I promise, I won't be long.' He was already out of sight, rounding the first turn in the drive, before Zechs remembered. If Wufei went to the beach, he would probably meet Trowa. All he could do was trust in his new lover, and summoning that sort of faith, no matter how much he wanted to, was a knotty proposition. His over-creative imagination, given the chance, could conjure up all sorts of scenarios involving the two of them. No, he wasn't going to think like that. He was going
to trust Wufei, who had said he loved him, even though the wait for
his return was likely to resemble an eternity.
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