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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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Cold gray eyes stared at the video feed displayed on his computer. Surrounded by guards and two of the other former Gundam pilots, an overly healthy Chang Wufei was being taken into Preventer headquarters. He barely registered the pen breaking in his hand. How the hell had they found the implant? It should have been too embedded in his stomach lining to be found.
He pushed back from his desk, pacing in fury. It wasn't enough. Sure, he'd suffered agony, but he got better. He still had a chance at a normal life; something he'd stolen from Marcus years earlier. He couldn't just let it go, not just because Chang deserved to die. He'd spent years planning the Chinese man's death. Countless hours had gone in to perfecting the right technology. There should not have been a way around it. The implant blocked any form of medication. The only way they could have removed it was performing the surgery with Chang awake... That thought gave him mild enjoyment, but he wanted more.
There was no way he was letting it end like this. He sat back at his computer. He'd tried hacking into Preventers' security, but that wasn't his area of expertise. So, after shelling out nearly a hundred thousand dollars, the best hacker he knew set him up with a feed into the building. He searched through the many screens before finding Chang and Yuy entering Une's office. He maximized the screen and turned up the volume.
“I'm sure Maxwell informed you what Clark told us.”
Marcus ground his teeth. First he only managed to get one of the implants into Chang and now he gets himself caught by the Preventers. He really was going to kill that man.
******
Heero nodded. “Basically, Duo's screwed if we don't find Knight.”
Une raised an eyebrow. “You've been spending too much time with Maxwell.”
He smirked, but it was fleeting. “And Wufei is still in danger.”
She nodded. “I think we need to put him into protective custody.”
“Absolutely not!” Wufei exclaimed. “I'm already surrounded by Quatre's Maniacs.”
“Maguanacs,” Heero corrected with a sigh. “Abdul apologized.”
He grunted. “The point is no one can get in there if they're not supposed to be. It's safer than Fort Knox.”
Une propped her elbows on her desk and steepled her fingers under her chin. “You make a valid point.”
“Of course I do.”
She smirked. “Until we have Knight in custody, you will remain at the estate.”
He started and backtracked. “Wait... What are you-”
“Yuy, take him back to Winner's estate.”
He jumped to his feet. “You're confining me to Quatre's!? That is unacceptable.”
“It's for your own good.”
He rounded on Heero. “I'm not going to hide in some hole!”
“Don't be difficult. This is the best way to keep you safe.”
His fists clenched at his sides. “I'm not going to do it!”
“Yes you are!”
“Damn it, Heero, I can take care of myself!”
Heero's hands shot to frame Wufei's face. “You almost died! I'm NOT going to sit through that again! Do you have any idea how terrified I was?”
Wufei was startled into silence by the intensity in Heero's eyes. He'd known the man was attracted to him. He knew Heero liked him. But the emotion in those deep cobalt eyes went far beyond a simple crush. Heero released him and stepped back, regaining some control over his expression.
“Please, Fei.”
He groaned. “Don't pull any punches, do you,” he grumbled, looking back to Une. “Fine, lock me up in the damn house.”
She carefully concealed her shock, not that it had to do with the budding relationship between the two, it was mainly due to Yuy's sudden public display of affection. She'd heard about the kiss in the surgery, but that was a different scenario. She folded her arms on her desk, fighting a smile.
“Glad to see you've come to your senses. Yuy, take him home. You're his main bodyguard.” Her lips twitched. “Make sure he's never alone.”
Wufei's face reddened and his mouth worked silently before he spun on his heel and stormed from the room. Heero pressed his lips to a fine line.
“It's obvious I'm in charge, why did you have to say that? He'll be unbearable.”
She allowed the smile to show. “Then find some way to keep him... entertained and happy.”
His expression shifted into its normal stoic mask. “I expect regular updates on anything you find.”
She nodded. “And I expect the same.”
He left the room and found Wufei waiting at the elevator, his back to Heero. He sighed and pressed the button.
“I'm not made of glass,” Wufei said quietly, adamantly refusing to look at him.
“Never said you were.”
The doors opened and Wufei stepped in, leaning his back to the wall and facing Heero. “No, you just treat me like I am. I'm not one hundred percent, I know that, but I can still protect myself. He won't get me again.” He paused as the doors slid closed and Heero stepped into his personal space, bracing his forearm to the wall over Wufei's head and cupping the other hand to his cheek. Wufei's heart pounded in his chest.
“I know he won't,” Heero whispered before claiming his lips in a soft, undemanding kiss. He put his hands to Heero's chest, not sure if his intention was to push way or pull him close; but as a tongue swiped at his lip, he found himself opening his mouth and allowing his eyes to slip closed. He didn't know where Heero learned to kiss, but Wufei swore he could feel the reaction shoot to his toes and back up to coalesce in an unsettled mass in his stomach.
The chime of the elevator drew his attention back to where they were and he tore his lips from Heero's, pushing him away as the door opened. He hurried out with his flaming face cast downward. Heero followed with a smirk. Trowa raised an eyebrow as they passed, lips curving upward.
“Une's sending us home for the foreseeable future.”
Trowa nodded. “Sure you can keep a leash on him?”
Heero shrugged. “I'm sure I can think of something.” He found Wufei in the lobby, glaring angrily at the ten Preventers surrounding him to escort them to Heero's car. He sighed. “Let's go home.”
“Will the Neanderthals be joining us?” he asked with a smile that was definitely copy-righted to a certain braided Preventer.
The stress was definitely getting to him, Heero thought. “Only to the car.”
“Oh, good. So I get five minutes of peace before the Maniacs take over.”
******
Knight was sitting back in his chair, staring at the screen as the group disappeared outside of the building. After all of Chang's supposed protests and horrendous action against his person, the man was gay! He didn't look too happy with Yuy, but he definitely didn't look like he was about to chop any important parts off the man's body, either.
That didn't make any sense. Why was he so mad if he liked men? Not only did it make no sense, it only infuriated Knight more. He had been a good lover. His face would have darkened further, but that didn't seem to be possible. He closed the window showing the lobby, and ground his teeth. They were not getting away with it. He would definitely kill Chang, but before that, he'd kill his damned lover in front of his eyes.
******
“What are y'all doin' home?” Duo asked from his sprawl on the sofa while flipping through channels on the TV.
Wufei jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward Heero. “Ask my babysitter.”
Quatre raised his eyes from the paperwork he was going over and pulled his glasses from his nose. “Babysitter?”
“Bodyguard,” Heero corrected.
Wufei shrugged. “They're interchangeable where you're concerned. Kind of like Maguanacs and Manics.”
Duo chuckled. “Still sore about the thing with Abdul?”
Quatre frowned. “What thing with Abdul?”
Wufei fell over the love seat in theatrics worthy of Duo, and completely unusual for the Chinese man. “He followed me into the bathroom this morning. The BATHROOM!”
Heero looked down at him. “He wasn't paying attention to what room you were going in. It was an accident, he left immediately and apologized.”
Wufei grunted noncommittally. Quatre looked to Heero. “So, what are you guys doing here?”
“I'm on house arrest,” Wufei muttered.
“No, you're in protective custody. There's a difference.”
“Not in my mind.”
“You agreed to it,” Heero reminded him.
He sat up. “That's because you-” His face turned red and he pushed from the love seat and all but ran to his room.
Duo raised an eyebrow. “What did you do?”
Heero shrugged. “Classified.” He headed for Wufei's bedroom, making a quick stop to his for an item he hoped he'd need in the near, as in ten minutes, future. The Chinese Preventer was sitting in the middle of the bed, knees drawn to his chest and arms folded around them. He looked up as Heero entered but said nothing. Heero sat on the edge of the bed.
“Are you seriously mad about this?”
He sighed and dropped his eyes to the comforter. “Heero, for almost a month I've had no control over my life whatsoever. I'm on pins and needles and all I get from every side is people saying they need to protect me. So, not only am I not in control, I'm weak, too.”
“No one said that or even thinks it.”
Onyx eyes raised to meet cobalt. “Heero, I'm mad because I AM weak. I'm mad because I know damn well I can't protect myself at the moment. I'm mad because some psychopath is dead set on killing me. I'm mad because Duo's dying and I don't know how to help him. I'm...” He clamped his mouth shut, realizing he was getting dangerously close to hysterical.
Heero slid up the bed and pulled Wufei into his arms. “You're not weak; you're still recovering from an injury and the most horrendous surgery known to man. And there's nothing wrong with being protected when you need it. I don't fault you for being mad about the asshole or Duo's illness, because I'm mad about those, too, but you can't blame yourself for either.”
Wufei closed his eyes and rested his head to Heero's shoulder, breathing in the scent of Hugo and something that was purely Heero. Something wild and dangerous. Heero tipped up his chin, kissing him again. Wufei closed his eyes, instantly falling into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Heero's neck as he was lowered to his back on the bed.
Heero kissed down his neck and chest, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. "Lay on your stomach."
Wufei nodded, slightly wary as he did as told. Heero rummaged through the nightstand drawer and found a bottle of lotion. He covered his hands before straddling Wufei's hips and sliding them up the smooth skin of his back.
Wufei remained tense for several minutes before he slowly started to relax. A soft moan escaped him when Heero released a particularly stubborn knot. The massage continued until Wufei wasn't simply relaxed, but moving into being turned on. He bit his lip. He'd lived in pain and loneliness for the great majority of his life. He needed to know it didn't have to be that way. That sometimes... he could have something good come his way.
He raised up to his elbows and turned to his stomach, taking Heero's hand and placing it on the waist of his khaki's. "It's all right."
Heero's breath quickened as he lowered the zipper and began sliding the pants down his smooth, golden legs. “Is this what you want?”
Fine black brows drew together. “Do you really need to ask?”
“Kissing is one thing, Fei. Sex is another.”
“I want you. I want you to make love to me... not just sex.”
The brunette knelt between his legs, gazing hungrily at his exposed form. “Damn, Fei, you're a walking wet dream.”
Wufei blushed and Heero leaned down to kiss him, one hand massaging his hip. A slick finger ran up his entrance and he shivered. Slowly, Heero pushed it in and Wufei clenched his hands on the Japanese man's shoulders, heavy moan swallowed by the other man. Another finger entered and he raised his knees, spreading his legs further apart to help ease the burning sensation. Heero raised up slightly.
“You all right?”
He licked his lips. “Yeah.” Another finger entered and his mouth fell open in a silent gasp. The hand continued massaging his hip and Heero kissed him again. The fingers inside him seemed to be searching for something and when they found it, his back arched and he cried out. “Shit!”
Heero laughed softly. “Like that?”
“Hm.” He rocked back on the fingers now, but Heero avoided the spot. A whimper escaped him and Heero pulled his fingers out. Wufei tried to catch his breath and then he felt something much bigger than a finger press into him slowly. Heero leaned down, pulling Wufei's knee up almost to his chest as he squeezed and massaged his thigh. Each slow inch gained was agonizing but pleasurable in a way the Chinese man couldn't define. He watched Heero's face as his earlier concern began to melt to passion. When he was fully seated, they were both struggling to control their breathing.
Heero caught Wufei's lips in a kiss that was almost rough. He welcomed and returned it as best as he could. Apparently, it was enough, as the brunette groaned heavily and fisted a hand gently in Wufei's hair. He pulled out slowly and shoved back in, hitting that spot that sent stars across his vision. He rocked back against Heero and they soon fell into a rhythm that had them at a loss for thought. Their eyes met and Wufei smiled softly. He felt Heero's length harden even more and groaned.
“Fei.”
He opened eyes he didn't remember closing and met darkened cobalt ones. There was a look in his eyes that was far more than pure lust, much like the one he'd received earlier in Une's offices, and Heero licked his lips.
“I love you.”
Wufei's orgasm washed over him so hard he covered his face and barely bit back a scream. Tears filled his eyes and slipped into his hairline. Heero followed not long afterwards and he relished the feeling of being filled by the other man's release. Heero dropped his forehead to Wufei's chest and fought to catch his breath. Wufei folded his arms over his shoulders and lightly ran his fingers through tousled brown hair.
“Heero?”
“Hm?”
“I'm sorry I yelled at you.”
Heero chuckled softly and pushed to his elbows to gaze down into sated onyx eyes. “Don't be too sorry, I'd have been shocked if you didn't get mad.” He brushed silken, raven locks from Wufei's face.
TBC....
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