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Chicken Soup	By : Michalyn Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I make
no claim to any of the Gundam Wing characters. This story is written for my,
and hopefully others' enjoyment and not for monetary profit. A huge thanks
to Diane and Anasazi for the beta.

Rating: R/NC17

Pairings: 13x5, hints of past OCx5

Warnings: PWP, AU, tiny bit of angst, tiny bit of humor, sap, lime/lemon.

Chicken Soup

by Michalyn

"Wufei...." Treize's crackly,
nasal voice wafted from the living room.

"Coming...." Wufei stirred the
pot of chicken soup with a sigh. Who would have guessed such a charming man
could be such a horrible patient? Between constantly picking up crusty tissues
on their bedroom carpet and Treize's needy, watery-eyed looks Wufei was more
than ready to have his husband back to normal. He added a dash of cumin to the
broth. The recipe was special one. According to his grandmother, it contained
a potent blend of spices guaranteed to whip the most congested convalescent
back into shape.

Grabbing a tray from the cupboard, Wufei
doled out a generous portion for Treize.

"Here you go." Wufei set the
steaming bowl on the coffee table. His gaze fell to the television and he wrinkled
his nose in distaste as discovered what had Treize so enraptured: The Jimmy
Bolringer show. To Wufei's mind, the talkshow epitomized everything that was
wrong with local programming these days. It paraded misfits, miscreants -- and
all out misbehavior. Not only was it completely irredeemable, Wufei was convinced
the entire thing was staged.

Settling on the couch at Treize's feet,
he pulled his notebook onto his lap. Blinking over his glasses, Wufei waited
as the computer whirred to life. The show's opening theme blasted across the
room and beside him Treize tugged eagerly at the corner of his blanket.

Wufei shook his head. "I can't believe
you're watching this."

"My interest is purely intellectual,
Love. This show is a fascinating commentary on popular culture's creation of
the working class spectacle."

Wufei looked up just in time to see an
audience member whip her blouse over her head. He rolled his eyes. "I'm
sure."

"Shh," Treize blew his nose
and leaned forward as a burly redhead swaggered across the stage."I've
been waiting for this part."

"So Gregory, tell us why you're
here today."

"Jimmy...," the redhead drawled,
low and thick. "Am here to tell my girl that am really -- a woman."

"No!" Treize erupted in chuckles.
He slapped his knee and was seized by a fit of wheezing that quickly escalated
to a hacking cough.

"Treize...." Wufei backspaced
a misspelt sentence -- the result of his husband's jarring outburst. He had
three days to put the finishing touches on a new novel set during the Ming dynasty
and he was never going to get it to his editor at this rate.

"Sorry ...," Treize's chest
heaved, "Love...."

"Drink your soup."

Treize nodded, still struggling to catch
his breath. He finished up the soup, swallowing it with relish.

"Better?"

"Mmm hmm." Treize fluffed a
pillow behind his head, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Good." Wufei resumed his work.
For long minutes the only sounds were the beetling of the television and the
tapping of his own fingers against the keys. The words began to flow from his
fingers and he sank into the cushions -- content.

"Bloody hell!"

Wufei's hands clenched on his laptop.
He could feel the beginnings of a twitch near his eyebrow.

"That young rascal just cuffed his
best friend quite soundly!"

Wufei shot Treize a sharp look. "Should
I go to the study?"

"Pardon?"

"Never mind." Wufei rose.

"Love, don't leave. I apologize.
'Jimmy' is just about finished anyway."

"Are you certain?" Wufei set
his hands on his hips. "I really can't stay here if you're going to continue
like this."

Treize grinned. His cheeks were flushed,
but for the first time in a week, it seemed not from fever but returning health.Wufei
made a note to thank his grandmother.

"I'll shall be on my best behavior.
In fact...," Treize thumbed the remote as the last of the credits rolled
by, "I feel marvelous. I think I'll grab a shower."

Good, Wufei thought. As much as he loved
Treize, the ratty robe and dingy socks he'd been lounging about in for the entire
day were not exactly appealing.Wufei frowned. They were both going on a strict
multi-vitamin regimen after this. "All right. Just don't overdo it."
he warned as Treize sauntered to the bathroom.

"Of course not." The door clicked
shut, soon followed by the roar of the shower. Wufei adjusted his glasses with
a smile, needing no assistance envisioning a wet and naked Treize. Staring at
the scant paragraphs on the page he shook his head of its wayward thoughts.
There'd be time enough for that later -- when he was less pressed for time and
Treize was fully recovered.

Wufei had finally made some headway through
the epilogue when Treize re-emerged smelling of toothpaste and Wufei's body
wash. It was a soft, rain-fresh scent and it clung to Treize's skin like a caress.

"Take a break?" Treize pressed
his lips to Wufei's nape, his breath tickling the fine hairs escaping his ponytail.
Wufei's hands trembled on the keys.

"Treize ...," Wufei gasped as
his husband kissed him again. "We are not having sex."

"No?" Treize nuzzled his earlobe.
He traced a fevered path over Wufei's skin with the tip of his tongue.

"No." Wufei suppressed a shudder
as his earlobe disappeared into Treize's mouth."I ... have too much ...
work to do ... and I can't afford to catch ... your cold."

"Mmm ... but I'm much better
now...," Treize's fingers dipped beneath the collar of his shirt. "Far,
far beyond the incubation period. You'll be fine." He reached over
and began working the buttons at Wufei's throat. "No more sleeping in that
blasted guest room tonight. I want to touch you."

It was so tempting, but.... Wufei bit
his lip, staring helplessly at the page he'd just written. He shouldn't....

"Treize...."

"You eat with me, drink with me...."
Treize's hair tickled his forehead and Wufei felt his smile against his cheek,
"but you won't play with me. I think you're just being cruel."

Wufei frowned. "You know that's not
true...."

"We spend all our time together.
Does it really make a difference if we don't sleep in the same bed? If you were
going to get the cold don't you think you would have by now? Besides...."
Treize placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss at the curve of his shoulder. "We
don't need the bed for what I have in mind...."

"I--"

Treize circled the couch. He took the
laptop from Wufei's benumbed fingers, saved the document and set in on the table.
He knelt between his thighs. "It's been an entire week. Haven't you missed
me?"

Wufei slumped, boneless as Treize's large
hand found his crotch. "Yes but--"

"Good," Treize purred, rubbing
him through his boxers."You know what I was thinking about all those days
I was stuck in bed and you were so maddeningly close but I couldn't even kiss
you?"

Wufei's fingers dug into the couch."Wh
... what?" he panted.

Treize hooked the elastic waistband of
his boxers. "How good you feel against me when we make love." He slid
the underwear past Wufei's hips, staring at the nakedness he'd revealed, his
eyes hot -- dark. "And the sounds you make when I kiss you here."
Treize groaned. He bent between Wufei's thighs, nostrils flaring delicately.
"The scent of you...."

Wufei knew his face was hot. One year
together and two months of marriage and he still couldn't help becoming flustered
by Treize's explicit talk. He was so used to his staid, rather boring self-image
that it was always something of a shock when Treize revealed these heated fantasies
of his. It was natural that he should pant after Treize -- who wouldn't? But
Wufei still hadn't quite figured out what Treize saw in a nerd like him....

Treize rocked back on his heels. He smiled
at Wufei but his gaze was soft -- knowing. Wufei looked away, unnerved by how
Treize always managed to see right to the heart of him. When had his defenses
become so faulty?

"Clearly I'm not doing enough to
keep you occupied if you have time for those kind of thoughts."

Wufei pressed his lips together. "I
don't know what you mean...."

Treize raised an eyebrow but didn't rise
to the bait. "Will you take down your hair for me?"

"Of course." Wufei reached for
the elastic, grateful for the shift in topic. His hair feathered around his
cheeks. "Anything else?"

"Your shirt."

Wufei complied.

"Marvelous ... now lie back ... yes
... perfect." Treize's mouth ghosted over his lips. "Spread your legs
for me, Darling."

Wufei hesitated. He could see himself
quite clearly in the large mirror over the old-fashioned fireplace. He made
a protesting sound and Treize looked up, following his gaze. A gutteral moan
rumbled from his throat.

Wufei licked his lips, nervous. He caressed
Treize's cheek. "Come on, let's ... let's go to the bedroom."

Treize's stare was penetrating. "No...,"
he said slowly, "I think this is just right."

Heat built in Wufei's cheeks. His jaw
clenched. "Please, Treize."

Treize frowned, regarding him. "I
thought we'd gotten over these doubts, but I see I was wrong."

"What doubts?" Wufei challenged,
thrusting his chin forward. Inside, his stomach was a tangle of knots. Life
was good, he was happier than he'd ever thought he could be. Why did Treize
have to pick around the edges of wounds he didn't want to explore?

"All right." Treize tossed his
own shirt over his head. His mouth found the crease of Wufei's locked knees.
"Then, open for me."

Wufei tried to remind himself that this
was Treize: his husband, his lover -- his friend -- but every self-preservation
instinct in him howled the contrary. Planting his feet on either side of the
cushion, he jerked his legs apart. He avoided the mirror, staring unseeingly
off toward the silent television.

"Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn."
Trey shook his head, lips thinning in disapproval. "I won't force you to
do anything you don't want to, but why can't we talk about this? Why can't you
be honest with me?"

Wufei's throat ached. He could not speak.

"Love," Treize brushed his hair
away from his forehead. His hands were gentle. "Is this about ... him?"

Wufei closed his eyes against the reminder
of that painful past."No! I--"

Treize kissed his wrist ... his hip ...
the tender skin of his inner thigh...."Those were lies. Look at yourself
... see how desirable you are."

Wufei cracked his lids open, seeing the
flushed young man peering back at him. His own hair dark and tousled ... and
a lover's golden head buried between his thighs. Was that him?

"Keep looking," Treize rasped.
His mouth found the wet tip of him and Wufei gave a keening cry. Treize took
him deeper, coaxed his legs further apart.... When he circled the hidden entrance
to his body, pressing past the tiny ring of muscle in a slick, insistent rhythm,
Wufei crumbled, trembling.

And Treize loved him -- with his mouth,
his hands ... his eyes .... Until he was gasping, heedless of that stranger
in the mirror -- no welcoming him....just as he welcomed Treize into his body.

Treize stopped moving, searching his features.
His face was warm -- open.

Wufei smiled and pressed closer. Letting
the past fall away for a night....

*

Wufei sneezed -- hard. He dabbed at his
nose and glared at Treize over his laptop. Why did he ever listen to him? He
was going to kill the bastard -- as soon as he could get out of this bed, that
is.

Wufei sneezed again, his eyes watering.
At least his editor had been understanding....

Treize tucked the covers around him and
grinned, ducking a furious thwack from Wufei's pillow, just in time to answer
the phone.

"Hello?"

"Why hello, Grandmother Chang. What
a pleasure to hear your voice again."

"What's that...? Oh, I'm fine. Quite
marvelous actually."

"Yes," Treize nodded. "I'm
making sure that he's resting well." He looked over at Wufei, eyes dancing.
"He managed to catch that nasty bug."

Managed to catch...? Wufei glowered.

"Hmm mmm ... hmm mmm.... Oh no, there's
no need to worry. He'll be fine." Treize caressed the golden band around
his finger. He met Wufei's gaze.

"Nothing that a little chicken soup
won't cure...."

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