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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1,831
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9
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 4
Just a short update. Gonna jump a little bit ahead in a bit.
Chapter 4
He woke up feeling muddled. He blearily looked to his right only to find a black patch of something with brown on top. He blinked a couple of times to clear his eyes. Why was everything so blurry. Did he get knocked on his head too hard in last nights fight… He mentally reviewed his body but couldn’t find the tell-tale twinges of pain that signified any wounds. So why…
“Heya Fei. Feeling better.” The voice in his ear sounded way to cheerful, not to mention fake, manic almost. And what was that voice doing in his bedroom. That voice didn’t belong in his bedroom. It’s not like he ever brought anyone home… This didn’t feel like his bed. Why wasn’t he in his bed. He blinked a couple of times to get his vision to focus. The blurs finaly came into focus only to form a…. Maxwell. What the fuck was Maxwell…. Right. He and Yuy had come by and dragged him here. “Fei?”
He frowned at the blurry form of his…. He didn’t know what he was anymore. Former ally maybe. Yeah, that would work. “Fei?” He felt an hand on his arm. He finally shifted his attention to Maxwell again. “What?” There, he had managed to sound half-way annoyed. Good. He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for the accomplishment. Wasn’t easy in his drugged state. “How are you?” He blinked up at the form of his former ally again. He tried to form a response through the drugged state of his mind. Why was he drugged again. Oh right. Breakdown. Barton had held him after kicking Winner out. It was now Maxwell’s turn for babysitting duty.
He wished he could make that sound biting. At least in his mind but he was to drugged to manage it. Damn. His hand slowly made his way to the various tubes on his hand. He took his time to find it. He started to rip it out. Not caring if he hurt himself. Maxwell’s hand covered his. Stopping him from hurting himself. “Don’t touch me.” He tried to growl the words but they came out as nothing more than a tired whisper. “No Fei. You need those right now. You’re body can’t handle the stress right now. When you’re stronger.”
He tried to follow the flow of words that came out of Maxwell’s mouth but it was too hard a task at this moment. Having used up all his energy at the moment he let Maxwell put his hand back in the previous position. He’d kick his ass later.
Chapter 4
He woke up feeling muddled. He blearily looked to his right only to find a black patch of something with brown on top. He blinked a couple of times to clear his eyes. Why was everything so blurry. Did he get knocked on his head too hard in last nights fight… He mentally reviewed his body but couldn’t find the tell-tale twinges of pain that signified any wounds. So why…
“Heya Fei. Feeling better.” The voice in his ear sounded way to cheerful, not to mention fake, manic almost. And what was that voice doing in his bedroom. That voice didn’t belong in his bedroom. It’s not like he ever brought anyone home… This didn’t feel like his bed. Why wasn’t he in his bed. He blinked a couple of times to get his vision to focus. The blurs finaly came into focus only to form a…. Maxwell. What the fuck was Maxwell…. Right. He and Yuy had come by and dragged him here. “Fei?”
He frowned at the blurry form of his…. He didn’t know what he was anymore. Former ally maybe. Yeah, that would work. “Fei?” He felt an hand on his arm. He finally shifted his attention to Maxwell again. “What?” There, he had managed to sound half-way annoyed. Good. He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for the accomplishment. Wasn’t easy in his drugged state. “How are you?” He blinked up at the form of his former ally again. He tried to form a response through the drugged state of his mind. Why was he drugged again. Oh right. Breakdown. Barton had held him after kicking Winner out. It was now Maxwell’s turn for babysitting duty.
He wished he could make that sound biting. At least in his mind but he was to drugged to manage it. Damn. His hand slowly made his way to the various tubes on his hand. He took his time to find it. He started to rip it out. Not caring if he hurt himself. Maxwell’s hand covered his. Stopping him from hurting himself. “Don’t touch me.” He tried to growl the words but they came out as nothing more than a tired whisper. “No Fei. You need those right now. You’re body can’t handle the stress right now. When you’re stronger.”
He tried to follow the flow of words that came out of Maxwell’s mouth but it was too hard a task at this moment. Having used up all his energy at the moment he let Maxwell put his hand back in the previous position. He’d kick his ass later.