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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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Sally leaned back from the table, dropping the pieces of the suture kit to the tray. It had been a long four hours. She moved out of the room feeling as if she could easily sleep for a week. After washing her hands, and sending one last look to the table, she moved out into the waiting room where five anxious young men jumped to attention. She looked to Blake and offered a small smile.
“He made through the surgery.”
He closed his eyes, releasing a heavy breath before falling heavily into a chair. Almost immediately, he jumped back to his feet. “Can I see him?”
“They're moving him to recovery now. It'll be a while before he wakes up, plus, you need to remember that the implants take some time to actually have an effect. And we still don't know for sure if the sixth device will counter what we did.”
He pursed his lips. “Do you have to bring that up now?”
She nodded. “We need to stay realistic, Blake. I'm all for optimism, but I don't want to tell you he's going to be fine only to find out in a few days that this didn't work.”
Blake huffed. He understood what she was saying, that didn't change the fact that he would rather hear her say it was a great success and the outlook for the future was sunshine and roses. He sat back down and rubbed his face.
“I'm sorry,” he muttered from behind his hands.
“No reason to apologize. I'll let you know when you can see him.”
Quatre sat next to him and put an arm over his shoulder. “One step down. Everything is going to be okay, Blake.”
He didn't say anything. And when the nurse came to take him to Duo he nearly bowled some poor intern over. He mumbled a quick apology and ducked into the recovery room, heart in his throat as his eyes fell on Duo. He was lying so still, eyes closed and hooked up to several monitors.
Blake stood by the edge of the bed and lifted Duo's hand in his. “Hey. I'm here.” He leaned down and kissed Duo's forehead. “Wake up soon. Okay?”
******
Wufei paced idly through the lobby of the Preventers building. He'd gone in to see Duo for a moment, but left almost immediately. Duo was asleep so he didn't see any reason to hang around the room. At least that's what he told himself. To admit anything more would have only managed to add to his 'weak' status as far as he saw it. Trowa to talk with Une while Quatre stayed with Blake. With nothing else to do, Wufei had just wandered through the halls of the building aimlessly.
Heero wandered with him, keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't overdo it. Running off a small amount of sleep after two weeks of a debilitating injury and then playing possum wasn't exactly easy on the body.
Wufei yelped and jumped slightly as his ringing cell scared the crap out of him. He told his frazzled nerves to give it a rest as he answered. “Chang.”
“Hi, I'm using my one phone call to deliver a message.”
He grit his teeth at the voice. “Give me one good reason why I should listen.”
“I don't have one.”
He glanced to Heero who had his head tilted to the side, brows drawn together in an obvious question as to who the caller was. He shook his head and walked several feet away. “What is it?”
“He hated his life, you know. After he lost his manhood, about the only thing that gave him any pleasure at all was finding a way to get back at you.”
He leaned his shoulder to the wall, closing his eyes. “He should have thought about that before he did what he did to me.”
“Probably, but psychopaths rarely consider the fact that the worst could happen. They tend to believe they're indestructible. Once they learn otherwise, they just become that much more dangerous.”
“Is that all you want to say? If you want me to feel sympathy for him, you can just forget about it.”
“No, that's not it at all. Hate the bastard to your heart's content. I'm just saying that his goal in life after that was to hurt you. At the end, there was only one way he could hurt you, and that was to make sure that Maxwell kid died. But you know he couldn't resist dangling hope in front of you first beforehand. Once he believed his mission was complete he offed himself. That had always been his plan. Get his revenge and put his miserable life to rest.”
Wufei snorted. “Stupid ending to a stupid life.”
“Yeah, but remember one thing, whatever his reason for doing it, he did save your friend's life. Well, I gotta go.”
The line went dead and Wufei stared at the phone. He clenched it tightly in his fist. What was the point in telling him all that? Did Mack really believe he cared why Knight killed himself? Well, he had been a little curious, but not so much that he wanted to hear it out of the mouth of his would-be rapist. And as for Knight saving Duo... Wufei just didn't know what to do with that. He was glad Duo was alive, glad someone had helped him. But he couldn't bring himself to feel gratitude toward the man.
It wasn't until a calm hand draped over his that he realized he was shaking. He looked into worried blue eyes and Wufei closed his eyes. “Take me home, Heero.”
He nodded and called Trowa as they walked out to his car. “Hey, I'm taking Wufei home. If anything changes with Duo, give me a call.”
He glanced to Wufei periodically through the drive. He had no clue what was running through the Chinese man's head. His expression was closed and guarded like Heero had never seen it. He wanted to ask, but something told him it would be best to wait until they were home. When he parked, Wufei got out silently. Heero followed him up to their bedroom and paused in the doorway. Wufei stood at the end of the bed, back to Heero.
“Knight thought he had his revenge, so he killed himself. Apparently that had always been his plan.”
Heero stepped further into the room. “Who was that on the phone?”
“Mackenzie.”
Heero raised a hand to touch his back, but wasn't sure how that would be received. Sometimes Wufei was wound too tight for physical touch. And, after their one tryst between the sheets, he hadn't seemed inclined for a repeat. Probably due to all the events that had constantly surrounded them. Duo's health, his own weakness, and the mission that used him as bait.
“Are you all right?”
“You showed me something wonderful, Heero. Something I'd never experienced in my life. You showed me what it's supposed to feel like.” He released a breath. “And I want that again, but...” He turned, forcing himself to meet Heero's eyes. “I don't think this will work.”
Heero shook his head. “Us?” Wufei nodded, dropping his eyes to the floor. He flinched slightly at the first contact of Heero's palm to his cheek but didn't jerk away. “What's running through your mind right now?”
“I don't know,” he answered quietly. “It's just... he saved Duo. For whatever reason, he saved him. Am I supposed to be thankful to him for that? Am I supposed to forget about what he did to me because he saved the life of a friend?”
Heero was momentarily stumped. He hadn't expected, nor even thought, of that. “Wufei, just... be thankful Duo's alive. As for being thankful to Knight,” he shook his head, “I don't know that I'd go that far.”
Obsidian eyes lifted slowly. “Heero, I can't be with you.”
“Why?”
“Because... because I...” He bit his lip. “Damn it, Heero, you deserve better than to play nursemaid to my wounded pride for the next... however long it takes for me to wrap my head around this. I don't know anything about relationships, but I'm pretty sure they're give and take.” He shook his head. “I don't have anything to give you.”
He ran his thumb gently across the smooth expanse of Wufei's cheek. “You have more to give than you realize.”
He snorted. “Like what?”
Heero's lips twitched up slightly. “Your passion, your fire. I love it when you lose your temper about something and rant for half an hour about the injustice of it all. I love it when you get so lost in a book your face shows every emotion you feel at what you're reading. I love watching you work through the forms of your exercises. I love that smirk you try to hide when Duo does something you know you should reprimand him for but you find funny, too. I love when you completely go against what we expect you to do.” He laughed softly. “Like when you bought Duo dinner after he send everyone images of Une doing a striptease.”
A breath of a laugh escaped Wufei. “He'd earned that one.” He tilted his head to the side, nuzzling his cheek further into Heero's hand. “Is that really how you feel? Is that enough for you?”
“Enough? Wufei, it isn't just enough. It's all I want. You are what I want. If you aren't ready for sex, fine. I'll wait a year or ten. But, please, don't give up on us.”
Wufei took a step back, holding Heero's hand to his face. “Help me forget, Heero. Help me forget everything he did to me, and I'll give you a thousand moments of watching me read.”
The Japanese man's heart lurched at the invitation. It was everything he wanted. “Are you ready for this?”
Wufei pulled away and sat on the bed, moving to lean his back to the mound of pillows. “I don't know, but I trust you.”
Heero pulled his tie loose and tossed it to the side. “If you say stop, we stop.”
Wufei nodded, eyes caught and held by the deft hands unbuttoning his shirt. He licked his lips as a smooth, well-muscled chest was revealed and Heero's shirt slid to the floor. “Are you doing that on purpose?”
Heero looked up. “Huh?”
He scratched his head. “Nothing.” He pulled the tie free from his hair and ran his fingers through it. A soft noise came from the end of the bed and he looked up to Heero. “What?”
“I wish you'd keep it down.”
His lips raised slightly. “That would be inconvenient.”
Heero crawled onto the bed and caught Wufei's lips in a slow, almost tentative kiss. Wufei melted against the pillows, folding his arms over Heero's bare shoulders and the kiss deepened. Heero pulled away slightly, their lips still faintly touching. “Can we take your shirt off?”
Wufei pushed him away gently and pulled the t-shirt over his head before pulling Heero back to his chest and kissing him without any reservations. Heero barely kept his focus and he raised up, waiting to speak until Wufei opened his eyes. “I don't want to push you too far.”
Wufei's brows drew together. “You won't.”
Heero laid to his side beside Wufei, trailing his fingertips down the Chinese man's chest. “Wufei, I want you to take what you want.”
He started. “What?”
Cobalt eyes raised to onyx. “You talk about giving, but not taking.”
“I don't have-”
“The right?” Heero finished with a raised eyebrow. Wufei ducked his chin to his chest and Heero hooked a finger under it to raise his face. “You do, Wufei. You have the right to take anything from me you want. I offer it freely.” He lay to his back. “So take it.”
Midnight eyes widened impossibly. “What?”
“Whatever you want, it's yours.”
He trailed his eyes down the length of Heero's exposed chest down to his dress pants and raised up slowly. He stared down at the Japanese man. “I don't-”
“Yes, you do.”
He closed his eyes before pressing his lips to Heero's. He placed a hand to his chest. No one had ever offered such a prize as his lover did, and he was sure, had he asked, Heero would have let him take him. He filed it away for future use, but it wasn't what he needed at the moment. He slid his hand down to Heero's pants and undid the button and zipper.
He tore his lips from Heero's and moved down to pull the khaki's off. He raised an eyebrow. “Commando?”
Heero flushed slightly. “A habit from the war.”
“Ah, I suppose panty-lines would show through spandex.” He slid off the end of the bed and divested himself of his sweatpants and boxers before crawling up Heero's body, straddling his waist. “I want you,” he whispered before capturing Heero's lips in a searing kiss. “Take me, please.”
Heero fumbled at the night stand drawer as his tongue tangled with Wufei's in a passion much richer than any kiss they'd ever shared. When he finally found the lube, he quickly coated several fingers. “I'm about to touch you,” he warned against Wufei's lips before running a finger along the crevice and then slipping it in slowly.
Wufei shuddered and spread his legs further, mouth locked to Heero's as the finger slid in and out. “Oh shit,” he gasped, “more.”
“Fei...”
“Please, Heero...”
“Give yourself time to adjust.”
He rocked back on the finger, raising up to his elbows and closing his eyes. Heero watched Wufei's face as he added a second finger, scissoring the two as he stretched him. Wufei shivered, never once giving any hint that he was in pain. Heero added a third and searched for the spot that would give his lover intense pleasure. Wufei's back arched and his mouth fell open in a silent cry.
Heero withdrew his fingers. “Cover me,” he whispered.
Wufei grabbed the tube, poured a generous portion in his hand, and wrapped it around Heero's length. He fought to keep his breathing under control as those slender, agile fingers moved up and down on him until he was completely slick. He pulled the hand away. “Okay. Ride me.”
Wufei licked his lips, grabbed Heero's length, and guided it to his entrance. He lowered slowly, but never once did a flash of pain cross his face. One of slight discomfort did before the head pressed through and he tensed for a moment. He took a breath, forced himself to relax and completely sat himself on Heero in one slow, smooth motion. Heero grabbed his hips to hold him still.
Wufei didn't complain, he needed a moment himself. When the hands relaxed. He raised up slowly and lowered back down, beginning a slow and maddening pace that soon had both craving more. He pressed his hands to the pillow on either side of Heero's head and began thrusting his hips sharply to meet Heero's. He suckled at his lover's collarbone.
“Please, take over, I can't...”
Heero raised up, cupping the back of Wufei's neck in his palm and kissing him as he turned them to lean over the Chinese man. He shifted one of Wufei's legs to rest over his shoulder and began a pounding rhythm that had Wufei's back arching as his prostate was hit repeatedly. Wufei reached to stroke himself but Heero batted his hand away and took over.
Wufei grasped at the sheets beneath him, tossing his head from side to side as stars danced behind his eyes. The butterflies in his stomach had turned to a burning heat that needed to be released and the orgasm overtook him before he realized what was happening. His back arched and a sharp cry emitted from him. It was so intense he was sure he'd black out. But he was thankful he didn't as Heero's release filled him. He pulled the Japanese man down for a kiss that he hoped told all he was feeling.
He was Heero's.
TBC....
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