There are two kinds of blindness

Chapter seventeen;


Cooking together

“Do you want to help me prepare dinner?” Zechs called from the kitchen area. Wufei, who was now so bored that not even meditating could keep him busy, rose from the floor with some help from the crutches and made his way slowly to Zechs.

“Great,” Zechs said with a smile before he grabbed the crutches and tossed them somewhere out of sight.
“Wahat-”
“Oh, you won’t need them right now, and they would just be in the way.” He quickly sneaked his arms around Wufei’s waist and lifted him up onto the kitchen counter. When he let go he let his hands follow his young china doll’s body to his knees, where his hands stayed longer then they had to. “If I master the stove, do you think you can chop some vegetables? Without cutting yourself that is?” He added smug.

Wufei grunted.

“Of cours-se”

Zechs squeezed his knees and moved around a little before planting a sharp knife in one of his hands and some tomatoes and salad next to him and a large cutting board in his lap.

And then, after a few seconds of silence he realized that the boy would probably need a bowl to put the vegetables in.

“There, all set!”

Zechs smiled and returned back to his stove, back to boiling water to the pasta he was to make. But he kept an eye on his small china doll all the time, just incase something should happen.

Which didn’t.

When he saw Wufei pour the last slice of tomato into the bowl, Zechs moved to take the cutting board away from the youth’s lap.


***


It wasn’t as hard as Wufei had thought to make the salad. He didn’t need to see what he sliced as long as he knew where he was to slice it. It was quite fun actually.

At least he could do something.

Not just being a burden to Zechs.

He froze in his motion.

A burden... That was all he was, and still Zechs managed to be so kind to him

He just wished that there was something that he could do to make it up to him.

But what could you give to a man who already had everything?

If Zechs hadn’t obeyed Une’s order and simply kicked him out, he wouldn’t have survived a day. He would have killed himself if the street punks hadn’t gotten him first.

But Zechs hadn’t disobeyed orders. He had taken him in and cared for him. He had even let him sleep on the bed.

Helped him heal...

Got him stronger...

Both physically and mentally...

And he couldn’t repay him...

Suddenly he didn’t feel so great anymore.


***


Zechs smiled as he moved that cutting board away from Wufei’s lap.

“Thank you Wufei.” He said as he laid it on the counter space beside his youth, then he took the knife from his hand and placed it next to the cutting board.

He couldn’t resist himself and laid his hands on each of his china doll’s knees and spread them just enough for him to step in between them.

Wufei didn’t push him away.

Not even when he bent his head to kiss him.

Though he didn’t try to get him off him he wasn’t really participating either, but Zechs was too happy to care about that right then. As long as the boy wasn’t trying to move away from him he was in seventh heaven.

He moved his hands to the small of Wufei’s back, pressing them closet together. To say that he was a little surprised at what happened next would be an understatement.

Wufei had relaxed under his touch and reached his own hands around his neck, but that wasn’t all.

Not only did he kiss him back, but he had opened his mouth for him.

An offer Zechs couldn’t resist taking him up on.

He moaned deeply.

And, of course that damned doorbell just had to ring. Again!

Zechs wondered briefly if he could manage to remove that damn bell without people knowing.

Somehow it was always the doorbell that kept them from ever going further then just simple kisses, and this time Wufei actually let him touch him!

He touched back!

Zechs growled aloud and moved away from Wufei.

“Damn that woman!” He growled. “I swear that that one has some kind of radar on her! Whenever we’re in an intimate position she’s over here in a heartbeat!”

Wufei’s eyes widened.

He knew that he wanted to give something back to Zechs, but he wasn’t sure that he could give him that!

Wasn’t just touching, just kissing enough?

His hand wandered unconsciously to his own chest, rubbing gently over the thin sweater.

He couldn’t give him that...

He wasn’t like that.

...He couldn’t be like that.

The kissses were nice, but... he couldn’t.

No...


***


“I’m sorry to come at such a late hour, but Michael is paying a visit to his parents, and he brought the young ones with him, and... ah.. I,”
“And you decided that that would be a good excuse to come here and pester out lives instead. I thought that his parents loved you?”
“No, we don’t really get along that well.”
“I always thought that you did.”
“Oh, we did.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“His father has fought against a disease for a very long time, and now he has given up hope and... I tried to convince him to try out some of the new medicine, but it didn’t work and now he hates me.”

She paused.

“I am banned from their house.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” Reluctantly he let her into his home. “We’re just started preparing dinner. Would you like to join us?”
“Yes, please.” She smiled. “I would love that.”



To be Continued....