"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 Three:

As usual, there was a small cluster of tourists on the dock, taking pictures of Peacemillion. Hardly surprising; she stood out from the luxury cruisers and launches almost as much as her owner stood out in a crowd.

Heero had learned to live with it, even if he didn't like it much. Duo's ship was his livelihood, as well as being their home. Attracting tourists was good for business.

Once no one tried to photograph him, he could put up with it. Usually. He could even smile faintly at two little boys' excitement at seeing the cool 'pirate ship'.

Of course, some of the older tourists weren't just gazing at the ship, and that was unacceptable.

Duo Maxwell, in frayed denim shorts and nothing else, was very definitely a thing of beauty and a joy for ever. The long, heavy braid, sparked with tawny gold in the bright sunlight, hung down his back, pointing the way to Heero's personal paradise on Earth. He was perfection incarnate.

The problem was that Heero wasn't the only person who thought so.

His lover's penchant for skimpy clothing was something of a mixed blessing. Heero got to see Duo in a state of near nudity on a regular basis; unfortunately, the rest of the world did too.

Duo, being Duo, was sublimely oblivious to the fact that he had something of an audience, leaning over the rail and gazing out to sea. Quite sublimely oblivious to the fact that one of his admirers was actually preparing to cross the gangplank.

Oh no, you don't.

'I wouldn't if I were you. He's belongs to me,' Heero growled, making his voice low and predatory, and had the satisfaction of seeing the man take a step back. And another step.

Go and find someone else to drool over.

Really, life would be so much simpler if he could just shoot anyone who dared to ogle Duo.

The poor guy hadn't a hope of finding anyone remotely comparable, of course. Heero allowed himself a brief moment of sympathy. Duo Maxwell was utterly unique.

And his.

He'd have been furious if he'd overheard Heero going all possessive and over-protective; and doubly so at the belonging comment. Heero loved the idea of belonging to someone, and deep down, he knew Duo did too. It just scared him.

Of course, he was more than capable of brushing off unwanted suitors. He just shouldn't have to. Especially not today. He was actually still for once in his life, shoulders slumped and braid drooping.

Brushing through the rest of the crowd, Heero whistled and Duo swirled around.

Duo' s face lit up. 'You're early! I thought you weren't getting in 'til tonight, I was going to collect you and…'

'I skipped this morning's lectures.' Ignoring the audience, Heero took his partner's hand, leading him below to privacy.

'Ow, I bet Une loved that.'

'Not noticeably,' Heero commented dryly. It didn't matter what his boss thought. It only mattered that Duo had needed him. 'I'm here.'

Duo, safe in his arms, drew a deep, steadying breath. 'I didn't mean for you to miss work. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been all whiny on the 'phone when you rang.'

'You weren't whiny, love. You were upset. And of course I came home.'

'I miss him, 'Ro. Still.'

'I know.' Heero murmured it against Duo's hair, silken and sun warmed. 'I know you do.' He didn't bother trotting out all the platitudes about how Howard had lived a full, active life, that he'd loved every second of it. Duo didn't need to hear all that. 'What can I do, Duo? How can I help?'

'Take me to bed and screw me 'til I scream for mercy?' Duo suggested, ducking out of Heero's arms and heading for the bed.

Heero was only a step or two behind, but Duo somehow had time to shed the shorts and stretch out on the mattress, naked except for the cross and the tattoos. And the shining glory of his hair.

His eyes were enormous as he watched Heero strip. God, he was unbelievable. They'd been together for over three years, and his beauty still made Heero's heart leap. Along with other parts of him, naturally.

Daytime sex on the boat tended to be fast and uncomplicated. Someone invariably dropped by, or one of their 'phones would ring. Candlelight and creativity were for darkness, or deserted beaches.

Not this time, Heero resolved. Duo needed more than just physical release from him.

Prepping him – properly, according to Heero's standards – was an exercise in sheer self-control. Duo wasn't terribly patient at the best of times, and he was desperate for that connection of flesh.

And it wasn't easy to be controlled or patient with the most beautiful man in the entire universe bucking underneath him, and thrusting against his fingers. It wasn't easy at all.

'Mercy,' Duo whimpered, in between gasps and pants when Heero finally arched into him. ''Ro, please.'

'You have to scream it,' Heero grinned wickedly, 'or it doesn't count.'

Duo, in answer, screamed something that wasn't overly coherent, and sounded vaguely like a threat. That would do. Down to business.

Duo wrapped those endless legs around his waist, stretching himself wider and gasping as Heero thrust deeper.

It didn't take long after that; Heero usually had better stamina but they'd been apart for three days. Duo wasn't helping matters, either, meeting each of Heero's thrusts with moans and screams and the incredible, tight warmth of his own body.

After, Duo just slumped against him, while Heero vaguely thought about cleaning them both up.

'How'd I ever end up with such a damned sadist?' Duo muttered, letting Heero tuck him against his side.

'Just lucky?' Heero suggested whimsically and snickered at Duo's little snort. His face had lost that awful strained look he'd been wearing earlier. He thought too much; sometimes he needed someone to make him stop thinking. Hero had become something of an expert at that over the past few years.

He kissed the top of Duo's head, and one finger reached out to trace the tattooed band on his right bicep. Strangers always assumed it was some sort of Celtic pattern, but it was actually six interlocking black crosses. One for each of the people Duo had lost in his life.

Duo shivered. 'Don't ever leave, 'Ro. OK? I just couldn't stand that.'

'You know I'll never leave you. Never.'

'Make sure you don't,' Duo muttered.

'I love you. You know that.' Heero bent and touched his lips to the newest cross. It was exactly two years since Duo had had that one done; it was starkly vivid against his skin in comparison to the older ones. It was the only one Heero had witnessed being done; the morning of Howard's funeral.

He hadn't cried 'til late that night, wrapped in Heero's arms and his warmth and his love.

'I wish people didn't have to die,' he said forlornly. 'I wish you two'd had a chance to know each other better. I mean, he was the closest thing I've ever had to some sort of father, and you never really got to be friends. Not properly.'

'Maybe we didn't know each other that well, but we did meet a few times. He knew I'd always want to be with you.'

Duo just gave him a sad little smile. 'He always did think you were good for me. Even when we were fighting and I used to run off and stay with him, he'd always try to make me see your side of things. He used to say that even when I was spitting mad with you, I'd still get this look on my face when I talked about you. And that I was way too smart to give up on you just because we'd had some stupid row. He thought you were the only person in the damn universe who was as stubborn as me. And he liked the way you always used to turn up and drag me home.'

'I used to quite like that bit too,' Heero admitted. They still had rows; of course they did. They were two passionate, stubborn, opinionated people. Nowadays, they tended to resolve arguments a little more easily though. Mostly.

'Love you,' Duo whispered. ' So damned much.'

'Love you too. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you yesterday.'

'Not your fault. Don't worry; I was OK; it wasn't like I was here by myself. Zechs made me go to that party last night, and I stayed the night with him.'

'Hmm. Would you mind rephrasing that last sentence? So I don't have to go and kill my best friend?'

'Yes, dear.' Duo rolled his eyes. 'I stayed the night in Zechs' house. In a separate bed. In a separate room. On a different floor. With my chastity belt on. Is that acceptable?'

'Barely.' Heero twisted his fingers around one long skein of chestnut hair, loving the feel of it against his skin. 'How was the party anyway?'

'Boring. All of 'Lena's diplomatic pals were there; I never know what to say to those people. It finished up pretty early though, and we…oh, God! You'll never guess what happened!'

'Probably not,' Heero conceded. He was in a warm, soft bed with his lover snuggled against him. They'd just had very energetic sex and he'd had a long flight before that. The thought of a little nap was much more appealing than playing guessing games.

'That writer guy turned up. I thought he was going to be some ancient professor or something, and he's probably not much older than me.'

'I think he's around twenty seven, the same as me. His books have a little bio at the back. Anyway, you know he's Trowa's ex. He couldn't be that old.'

Duo poked him in the side. 'I don't know Tro all that well; he could just have a thing for older guys. Like I do.'

'You're only a couple of years younger than me, Maxwell. That hardly makes you my toyboy.'

'No? Shame. I kind of like the idea of being your toyboy.' He wriggled across Heero's chest and cuddled under his chin. 'Do those books happen to have photos as well? How come you never told me that he was a total hottie?'

Heero lifted the long hank of hair to his mouth and kissed it. 'You know perfectly well I never notice anyone's looks but yours.'

'Oh, right answer,' Duo purred happily, squirming around to look up at him.

'Unlike you, apparently,' Heero reached out and pinched his ass, making him squeak. 'I go away for three days, and you're already drooling over random Chinese guys.'

'Oy! I think that part of my anatomy has had more than enough abuse already this morning.'

'I'm not so sure about that.' Heero stroked the curve of that perfect, perfect ass, making his lover moan.

'Oooh, that's nice.'

'Is it?' Heero's fingers dipped a little deeper, exploring.

'Don't push your luck, Yuy. Either I'm docking the boat next time 'round, or I won't be able to walk for a week.'

'And why exactly is that a problem for me? If you couldn't walk, you'd have to stay here in bed. I rather like the idea of that.'

'I bet you do.' Duo wriggled away a little, muttering something about insatiable sex maniacs. 'Anyway, it's not me you have to worry about drooling over Wufei. Zechs took one look at him and wham! What's that expression Quat uses for falling in love at first sight? The French one?'

'A coup de foudre? It means a lightning strike.'

'Yeah. God, Yuy, you're sexy when you speak French, you know that? Seriously, Zechsy looked like he'd, well, been hit by lightning. I guess. You know how he always does this ice prince act with strangers? Well, he was practically falling all over Wufei. '

'I thought he wasn't arriving until today.' Heero tried to imagine his supremely detached friend falling all over anybody, and failed miserably. Duo was probably exaggerating. 'I talked to Zechs yesterday afternoon, and he was planning to pick him up from the airport after lunch.'

Duo laughed. 'Oh, he's planning to pick him up all right. No, he took an early flight, and we were having this loud party, and he stormed over to complain about the noise levels. Man, talk about chemistry between the two of them! I've never seen Zechs look at someone like that.'

'And what did Wufei do?'

'It was pretty funny; he was being all pissy about us making noise when he was trying to work or something; then Zechs turned up and he just crumbled. He tried to play it all cool, but it obvious he really liked him, you know? I mean, when they shook hands, I could almost see the sparks. And poor Wufei turned tail and ran as soon as he decently could. Some excuse about having to work. At midnight!'

'Well, then, maybe he's not interested in Zechs,' Heero said stubbornly.

'Oh, please. Of course, he was! Look, Zechs has to move on sometime, you know.'

'I know.' Heero sighed. 'I know, Duo. I just don't want him getting hurt. And I don't think they'd be suitable for each other.'

'You can't say that. You've never even met Wufei!'

'I suppose not. But Quatre said he's really shy, totally wrapped up in his studies and prefers his own company. Does that honestly sound like someone Zechs would go for?'

'Do him good to have a hot blond guy dragging him away from his books and into a nice big bed,' Duo said decisively. 'And do Zechs good to have to pursue someone for a change.' He turned over, pillowing his head on Heero's arm. 'So this wasn't all some grand plan of Quatre's, then? Fixing his boyfriend's ex up with the cute guy next door?'

'Why would Quat want to do anything like that?'

'Oh, I don't know. Maybe he'd like to get the ex cosily fixed up with someone else and get him out of the picture. He and Tro are still friends, right? And Quat's got that little insecurity problem, and maybe he'd rather his lover's hot, single ex boyfriend isn't hanging around all the time? You know I love Quat, but he's a total control freak.'

'No, he's not. And he isn't insecure. He's just very sensitive about reading people. If he thinks Wufei still has a thing for Trowa, maybe he's right.'

Duo raised his eyes skywards. 'Yeah, I know, the whole empathy thing, but duh! Those two broke up over a year ago. If Wufei hasn't got over Trowa by now, then it's about time he did. And I'll bet meeting Zechs last night cleared up any romantic feelings he ever had for his ex. It's not that I blame Quat or anything. Really. God knows I don't think I'd handle it too well if you were still close to some gorgeous ex-partner.'

'I thought I was the possessive one in this couple.'

'Oh, I can do possessive when I want.' Duo managed a very creditable imitation of Heero's 'I'm threatening you' voice. 'I dunno, I just thought it might all have been a set up. Quat's such a little schemer. But maybe you're right; I was talking to him earlier and he never mentioned anything about it. 'Course, maybe that was because I kind of forgot about the whole time difference thing. He wasn't too impressed when he answered his 'phone. Well, I guess he wasn't impressed for about two seconds and then he started apologizing for being five time zones away.'

'That does sound like him.' Heero grinned. 'Always so polite, even when he's woken up in the middle of the night.'

'Oh, he wasn't asleep! You know, Quat's just too cute sometimes. He said he and Tro had been 'playing duets'. I guess that's their new phrase for having sex.'

'Or possibly they were actually playing music?'

'Yeah, right.' Duo propped his chin on both hands. 'I'm sure they were playing a nice little Bach sonata together. In bed. Naked.' His face slowly took on the luminously innocent expression that usually heralded one of his more appalling jokes. 'Maybe you're right. Maybe Quat was playing Trowa's flute for him?'

'That,' Heero told him heavily, 'is dire. Even by your standards.'

'Hey! It was funny! Hilarious, actually. I bet Trowa would think it was funny.'

'No one in the universe would think that.' Heero, knowing that Duo would spend hours debating this if unchecked, rolled his lover over, and fastened his lips to that very sensitive spot on the side of his neck.

Oh, that was nice. The perfect way to shut him up, as well as feeling very, very good. Multitasking at its highest form. Heero's mouth moved slowly southwards, via a little nibble along Duo's jawbone, a little suck at his clavicle, and found a pierced nipple begging for a little amorous attention.

It was irresistible, the feeling of the hot, hard little nub of flesh contrasted against the cool, smooth silver ring. Almost as irresistible as the way Duo was reacting.

'Mmmmph. Oh, Heero, that's so good. Don't stop. Please. Please…'

'You're so demanding, Maxell. I don't know how I put up with you.'

'Just one of life's mysteries, I guess. Oh!' His whole body arched up from the mattress as Heero tweaked the ring between finger and thumb.

'D'you still want to steer this time?'

'Uh, I don't really care any more. But don't stop doing that. God! Oh, shit!'

'What? What? Did I hurt you? Duo, what's the matter?'

'No! I'm fine…' Duo looked slightly sheepish. 'Sorry. I just saw the clock; I hadn't realised it was so late. I thought we'd go over to Zechs' for lunch. He was going to call over to Quatre's this morning and invite Wufei over.'

'Why did he ask you along?' Heero dipped his head back to his lover's chest; Du0 was usually fairly susceptible to diversionary tactics.

'He didn't, exactly.' Duo smiled up at him, giving him that meltingly adoring look that Heero couldn't resist if his life and the fate of the universe were at stake. 'But I really, really want to watch the two of them together, and it's not like we need an invitation. I mean, we practically live there….'

Reluctantly, Heero let him go. 'If you think they're so perfect for each other, don't you think they should have a little time alone? Without spectators?'

'Are you kidding? You really, truly mean to tell me that you don't want to see Zechsy-boy falling head over heels for someone who may not even be interested? Come on, it'll be fun. Remember all the times he just happened to turn up when we got together. This is pay back!'

'He was just jealous,' Heero muttered. 'Because I saw you first.'

'Yes, dear.' Duo bent over the side of the bed, searching for something to wear and Heero suppressed a groan. Life just wasn't fair sometimes. He had his beloved Duo – naked, warm, smelling deliciously of coconut sunblock and sex – literally within arms' length and the baka wanted to rush off visiting.

'I wish you'd stop saying that. It's like you're humouring me.'

'I'm indulging you. You and your weird fantasy that everyone in the universe is lusting after me,' Duo retorted, and then yelped as he was tackled back on to the tangled sheets.

'If you really want to indulge me, I have a few suggestions. Much as I like the idea of watching Zechs squirm, I'd much rather watch you. Besides, it's only half twelve. They won't be eating this early. It might be fun to walk in on them unexpectedly, don't you think?'

Duo looked tempted by the last suggestion; it would, as Heero had said, be a neat revenge for various occasions in the past. 'Well, I guess I could indulge you a little.' Those gorgeous, kissable lips curved into a wicked little smile. 'Besides, it probably won't take long, not if your earlier performance is anything to go by.'

'That sounds suspiciously like an insult,' Heero growled, pinning Duo's wrists over his head with one hand, and running the other down that smooth chest, with one brief pause to twist his nipple ring.

Duo's breath hitched audibly. 'It's a challenge! Oh, God. Heero!'

Mission accomplished, Heero thought smugly. If Duo wanted to issue challenges, he was more than happy to rise to meet them. In every sense of the word. When he was finished, his lover wouldn't be able to remember his own name, let alone his lunch plans.

 

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