Vacation Break
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,581
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 2
Disclaimers: Same as first chapter.
A/N: I am looking for someone to be a beta for this story. If interested email me: burtbeeslipbalmaddict at hotmail dot com
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Vacation Break: Chapter 2
Duo left Wufei speechless on the floor, while he adjusted his towel. He sat back down on the couch and started to braid his hair.
Wufei attempted to save face by replacing his surprise with anger. “Do not underestimate me and treat me like an Onna, Maxwell,” he grumbled.
Duo sighed pitifully. “Wu, when I don’t show you gratitude, you’re whining. But when I express my sincere appreciation, you’re still unhappy. What do you want from me?! Or, are you just frustrated…?” Duo moved his hips suggestively “…’Cause you couldn’t cop a feel?”
Wufei stared at his AK-49 gun longingly, while Duo laughed and finished braiding his hair. “Do you have any rubber bands around?” He stood up to look for one from the room he saw Wufei come out of before he passed out. A subtle sound caught them both off guard, though neither made a sound to show it.
Duo chuckled as he turned around to face Wufei with narrowed eyes. “If you didn’t like it, Wu-Wu, why didn’t you stop me?” He took a step closer and raised Wufei’s pistol. “I heard that. Now, I’m not sure how you freed yourself, Chang, but I wouldn’t pull any more flashy tricks if I was you. I don’t want to injure you further, so don’t give me a reason to.”
Annoyed, Wufei looked at him, looking confused. “What are you talking about Maxwell? Much to my own shame, I am still caught in this contraption… For now.”
Feeling anxious, Duo’s eyes wandered around the room. Then, what was that noise, Duo asked himself. Something is wrong!
“Drop your weapon,” a firm voice said. The calm-looking blonde stood by the entrance. “That is, if you don’t want to get shot.”
Duo looked at him, who had his arms crossed over his chest, blushing. Realizing that his towel had slipped to the floor, Duo dismissed his nudity and held his aim on Wufei’s head. “Don’t ya think it’s stupid to show yourself to an enemy – unarmed?” He asked in a rattled, yet suspicious manner.
Quatre’s face switched from a blushing virgin to a roguish smirk instantly, setting Duo’s inner alarms off. “I never said I would be the one to shoot you,” Quatre said. Something flashed from his right side. With wide eyes, Duo aimed at the window across from him and shot two rounds. A second later, Duo dropped to the floor. His unconsciousness surprised them. “Well, that was anti-climatic,” Quatre said, after checking out the brunette.
“It could be from an earlier concussion or he must be exhausted from his earlier encounter,” Wufei said. He finally freed himself from the knots. “Quatre,” Wufei said, obviously amused at the blonde. “You dropping by unexpectedly and unnecessarily – it’s becoming quite predictable.”
The Arabic blonde flashed an adorable smile at Wufei. “I couldn’t let you work during the vacation I worked hard to get for you, now could I?”
Quatre called out for Heero, and found a disappointed man. He entered the room, while shoving his gun behind him, at the back of his jeans. “Don’t look so down, baby. Mission completed. You were only supposed to distract him.” Quatre approached his boyfriend and kissed his jaw, barely comforting the solemn Heero.
Wufei retrieved his gun from Duo and picked up the unconscious boy from the floor. He noticed his blonde friend’s embarrassment as he tried to focus on Heero. He dropped him on the couch, rather carelessly as retribution, and tossed the towel onto his lap. For Quatre’s sake – of course – I ought to get Duo some dry clothes. He went into his room and found a pair of white, baggy jeans and a black tank top for Duo.
Walking back to the living room, Wufei noticed Heero frowning and Quatre looking pleased, while sitting on his lap. Surprise, surprise, he thought. Despite their current situation, Wufei felt his hospitality strings pull at him.
“Why don’t you guys grab something to eat? I’m sure you probably skipped breakfast to make it here so quickly. There should be bread by the covert.”
Sliding Duo’s left foot into the jeans, Wufei fought to keep his eyes on his forehead. Then he slid the other leg in. It was difficult to pull the pants up on him, but he managed to keep his hands on the outside of Duo’s legs, until the waist of the pants was leveled with his navel. Wufei then slipped the black top over Duo’s head, and unintentionally brushed against his braid. It feels soft, yet resilient, he thought. After dressing him, despite inner objections, he swept Duo’s bangs away from his face with his right hand, and briefly grazed Duo’s cheek bone. Once again, Wufei couldn’t help but wonder about the brunette’s circumstances.
“Do you want to fill us in on what happened?” asked Heero.
A/N: I am looking for someone to be a beta for this story. If interested email me: burtbeeslipbalmaddict at hotmail dot com
lol I'm not one to beg, but today is my Bday so review Please! :)
Vacation Break: Chapter 2
Duo left Wufei speechless on the floor, while he adjusted his towel. He sat back down on the couch and started to braid his hair.
Wufei attempted to save face by replacing his surprise with anger. “Do not underestimate me and treat me like an Onna, Maxwell,” he grumbled.
Duo sighed pitifully. “Wu, when I don’t show you gratitude, you’re whining. But when I express my sincere appreciation, you’re still unhappy. What do you want from me?! Or, are you just frustrated…?” Duo moved his hips suggestively “…’Cause you couldn’t cop a feel?”
Wufei stared at his AK-49 gun longingly, while Duo laughed and finished braiding his hair. “Do you have any rubber bands around?” He stood up to look for one from the room he saw Wufei come out of before he passed out. A subtle sound caught them both off guard, though neither made a sound to show it.
Duo chuckled as he turned around to face Wufei with narrowed eyes. “If you didn’t like it, Wu-Wu, why didn’t you stop me?” He took a step closer and raised Wufei’s pistol. “I heard that. Now, I’m not sure how you freed yourself, Chang, but I wouldn’t pull any more flashy tricks if I was you. I don’t want to injure you further, so don’t give me a reason to.”
Annoyed, Wufei looked at him, looking confused. “What are you talking about Maxwell? Much to my own shame, I am still caught in this contraption… For now.”
Feeling anxious, Duo’s eyes wandered around the room. Then, what was that noise, Duo asked himself. Something is wrong!
“Drop your weapon,” a firm voice said. The calm-looking blonde stood by the entrance. “That is, if you don’t want to get shot.”
Duo looked at him, who had his arms crossed over his chest, blushing. Realizing that his towel had slipped to the floor, Duo dismissed his nudity and held his aim on Wufei’s head. “Don’t ya think it’s stupid to show yourself to an enemy – unarmed?” He asked in a rattled, yet suspicious manner.
Quatre’s face switched from a blushing virgin to a roguish smirk instantly, setting Duo’s inner alarms off. “I never said I would be the one to shoot you,” Quatre said. Something flashed from his right side. With wide eyes, Duo aimed at the window across from him and shot two rounds. A second later, Duo dropped to the floor. His unconsciousness surprised them. “Well, that was anti-climatic,” Quatre said, after checking out the brunette.
“It could be from an earlier concussion or he must be exhausted from his earlier encounter,” Wufei said. He finally freed himself from the knots. “Quatre,” Wufei said, obviously amused at the blonde. “You dropping by unexpectedly and unnecessarily – it’s becoming quite predictable.”
The Arabic blonde flashed an adorable smile at Wufei. “I couldn’t let you work during the vacation I worked hard to get for you, now could I?”
Quatre called out for Heero, and found a disappointed man. He entered the room, while shoving his gun behind him, at the back of his jeans. “Don’t look so down, baby. Mission completed. You were only supposed to distract him.” Quatre approached his boyfriend and kissed his jaw, barely comforting the solemn Heero.
Wufei retrieved his gun from Duo and picked up the unconscious boy from the floor. He noticed his blonde friend’s embarrassment as he tried to focus on Heero. He dropped him on the couch, rather carelessly as retribution, and tossed the towel onto his lap. For Quatre’s sake – of course – I ought to get Duo some dry clothes. He went into his room and found a pair of white, baggy jeans and a black tank top for Duo.
Walking back to the living room, Wufei noticed Heero frowning and Quatre looking pleased, while sitting on his lap. Surprise, surprise, he thought. Despite their current situation, Wufei felt his hospitality strings pull at him.
“Why don’t you guys grab something to eat? I’m sure you probably skipped breakfast to make it here so quickly. There should be bread by the covert.”
Sliding Duo’s left foot into the jeans, Wufei fought to keep his eyes on his forehead. Then he slid the other leg in. It was difficult to pull the pants up on him, but he managed to keep his hands on the outside of Duo’s legs, until the waist of the pants was leveled with his navel. Wufei then slipped the black top over Duo’s head, and unintentionally brushed against his braid. It feels soft, yet resilient, he thought. After dressing him, despite inner objections, he swept Duo’s bangs away from his face with his right hand, and briefly grazed Duo’s cheek bone. Once again, Wufei couldn’t help but wonder about the brunette’s circumstances.
“Do you want to fill us in on what happened?” asked Heero.