So Amazing

A/N: Yikes. I’ve decided to move my literature works to my desktop computer, cuz my laptop doesn’t have a proper word processor. I forgot how retarded this keyboard is. xD;; It sounds like… violent skull-bashing whenever I type. Hmmm. Oh, and my mode of file transportation? PSP baby. Jacked it from my girlfriend. What? She doesn't miss it...

Anyway, sorry about the delay. Real life and whatnot. I’m alive though. And still writing, and coming up with ideas. Wander to my ‘Originals’ section if you wanna check out my other stuff that’s eating my brain.

Onward!

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Monday morning. Two weeks ago Wufei was sitting at his desk, plotting ways to get the Perfect Soldier’s attention. Granted, he had just wanted attention and ended up with a cock-ravaging, but he wasn’t complaining. Here he was, a fortnight later – he had been in Heero’s bed, they had gone on a date, even, and now he was… sitting in his cubicle.

Dreams can’t last forever, eventually one must wake up.

A mission report was dropped on his desk, in front of his face, and Wufei idly raised a brow. Only one Preventer was so ballsy to do that to Chang Wufei.

“Good morning, Maxwell.” Wufei greeted the braided man without even looking up, picking up the papers and flipping through them. Oh, good, no doodles.

Duo snorted lightly. “Morning, ‘Fei.” The ex-pilot sat down on the fold-up chair that was next to Wufei’s desk, smiling at the Chinese man.

“So…you and Heero, huh?” The braided man prodded lightly, a knowing smile on his face.

Wary charcoal eyes met playful amethyst, and Wufei knew he was walking on glass. “… Yes?”

Duo scooted the chair closer, leaning into Wufei’s personal space. “You guys…” he squinted. “I never thought you two would become a couple.”

“We’re not a couple,” the Chinese man said tersely, picking up a pen to start scanning over Duo’s report.

“Oh?” The braided man glanced over to Heero’s cubicle, where the Japanese man quickly averted his gaze. “Then why’s he always makin' googly eyes at you?”

Wufei rolled his eyes, “He does not.”

“Yeah-huh!” The brunet nearly flailed in his seat, before he politely lowered his voice and continued. “Dude, you’re the only one who doesn’t see how he looks at you.”

“Stop, Duo.” Wufei commanded, his voice sharp and harsh. Duo sat back, looking much like a kicked puppy, before he huffed and glanced in the other direction.

“This is ridiculous. He agreed to go out on a date with you, why are you being such a pussy? It’s obvious he likes you.”

“He asked me,” Wufei corrected without thinking, and then blushed and bit his lip. “Ngh.”

“See?” Duo’s grin was catty. “What’s your issue?”

“I…” Wufei’s grip tightened slightly on the pen he was holding. “Ever since Meilan…”

A soft sigh escaped Duo’s lips, and a comforting hand rested on Wufei’s shoulder.

“Dude, past is past. Right now you’re a crotchety bastard that needs someone. And who better than Heero? You guys would be good for each other.” With that, Duo stood and left Wufei’s cubicle, the Chinese man left mulling over the American’s words.

In a sense, Duo was right. While Wufei could still mourn for the death of his wife, it was perfectly fine for him to move on. The brat would want it that way, too. Letting out a resigned sigh, he rested his forehead on one hand as he glanced down at the papers Duo had handed him.

Maybe they would be good for each other.

What started as mindless fucking was starting to get a bit complicated.

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After work, Wufei wasn’t in the greatest of moods. Maxwell had really given him something to think about, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. Was it just mindless fucking? Did Heero care for him? Wufei already knew that he was falling for the 01 pilot; hell, maybe he’d been falling for longer than he first thought. But as for Heero, the guy was about as readable as Binary code to a two year old.

Running a hand through his hair and undoing it at the same time, Wufei approached his car and hit the ‘unlock’ button. It chirped at him happily, like a dog to its owner, and the Chinese man let a smile slip over his features.

But as he approached, another figure walked over to his car as well.

“Heero,” Wufei blinked, not quite sure what the Japanese man wanted.

“Want to go for a walk?” Heero asked, his face seeming expressionless save for the glimmer of mirth in his eyes. And it was that glimmer that made Wufei nod and lock his car up again, before they started out of the garage and into the cool evening air. Once they were on the sidewalk and heading towards a nice park nearby, Heero broke the silence.

“You seemed distracted today.”

Shifting a bit, Wufei put his hands in his pockets and let his obsidian gaze linger on the passersby. He didn’t quite know how to answer – Heero’s deduction was his way of asking ‘what’s wrong’, and Wufei was going to respect his question by giving an answer in turn.

“I… chatted with Duo for a bit today,” he started, and Heero nodded. Of course Heero knew they had talked, his cubicle was across the way. And if Duo had been right about the other pilot’s watchful eye, then Heero had at least watched the exchange. “He just mentioned a few things…”

Nodding, Heero didn’t press any further as the sidewalk turned into a dirt path, leading them into a lush, peaceful park. Only a few couples were lingering about, sitting on benches or lounging by the wishing fountain.

“Do you think I’d be a good boyfriend?” The question was sudden, and it surprised Wufei himself. Blushing a bit, he waved a hand. “No, never mind, don’t answer that.”

His waving hand was caught by Heero’s, and their gait stopped as the Chinese man looked towards his companion, befuddled.

“Wha-”

“You’d be perfect.” Heero said, looking Wufei straight in the eyes. 05’s heart skipped a beat. “For me.”

A pause, and then Wufei tilted his head as if he didn’t hear Heero correctly. “I’m sorry?”

“You’d be perfect, for me.” Heero said, bringing Wufei’s hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the bronze knuckles. “You have to know that none of us could date outside of the pilots, or even date anyone that hadn’t been involved in the war. Too much happened. Too much that we all went through, together.”

Heero was talking a lot.

“Duo is right. You need to move on. Meilan will always be your wife, and I can’t change that. But I will always be your co-pilot, and more importantly I will always be by your side.”

It was starting to make Wufei a bit fluttery in the stomach.

“Wufei, you can’t hold yourself back. You can’t have these doubts. Not when there is no evidence behind your worries.”

Was anyone staring? Because Wufei wanted a witness to second that Heero had said more than two sentences. Consecutively.

“If you don’t believe Duo, then you could at least believe me when I say that I think we’re good for each other. That you need me, and that I need you-”

No other words came from Heero’s mouth, as Wufei crushed their lips together in a heartfelt kiss. But the Perfect Soldier slowly relaxed in the Chinese man’s hold, and then returned the kiss. Wufei pulled back, a small smile on his features (as well as a blush – had anyone seen that?), and Heero blinked.

“In that case… all right.” Wufei said, and now Heero raised a brow, looking mildly confused. Wufei rolled his eyes and stepped away from the Preventer, his shoulders rolling in a rather amused shrug. “Come on Perfect Soldier Yuy. Figure it out.”

No one could ignore the two men that sprawled out on the grass and started to ravage each other silly.

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Wufei stood from his desk and stretched. Time for some coffee, he decided, and he set down his pen as well as his glasses, before strolling over to Heero’s cubicle.

“Want anything from the lounge?” Wufei asked, leaning against the wall lightly.

Heero only spared a glance from what he was working on, though of course his fingers didn’t even halt their typing.

“Water.”

Nodding, Wufei didn’t even flinch at the one-word response. By now he was used to how Heero communicated, and sometimes the Chinese man needed to translate for other Preventers. This amused Duo, since before Wufei developed his crush on Yuy, the braided pilot had been the only one to understand Heero’s caustic demeanor and lack of social skills.

Said man was in the lounge, sitting on the couch with his boots up on the coffee table, reading the latest issue of Playgirl.

“Maxwell,” Wufei glared and reached down to smack Duo’s feet off of the table, earning a snicker. “Couldn’t you pick more meaningful literary pieces to read while in the work place?”

“Nope.” Duo’s reply was simple and accompanied by his famous Maxwell Charm Smile, and the Chinese man let out a sigh as he went to the coffee pot and put five creamers in it. The cup was half full of milk. Then he added the coffee and moved to the fridge for the water, and was about to leave before he caught the look Duo was sending his way.

“What is it?” Wufei asked, his grip on the water bottle tightening a bit in irritation.

Duo smiled, “Nothin’. You just seem really happy lately.”

The Chinese man raised a brow, and then moved to leave without a word. Duo returned to his porno, and then glanced up when Wufei spoke just before he left the room.

“Oh, and the mission report you handed in this morning had doodles on it.”

Frowning a bit in confusion, Duo tilted his head as Wufei disappeared. His mission reports always had doodles on them. So? Rolling his eyes, he flipped to the next page of the magazine, and then promptly screamed bloody murder and chucked the book across the room.

Out of it floated a picture of Relena Peacecraft, naked and posed on a lavish bed with rose petals.

Needless to say, Duo didn’t doodle on his mission reports anymore.

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A/N: Annnnd scene.
Yeah that’s the end of it. Fast character development, sloppy update speed, typos up the yin-yang WELL FUCK YOU, YOU READ IT.
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*cough*
Tada~~
The ending just randomly came to me.

Happy 1x5x1 hunting, kids. I’m off to pillage and plunder for some beer.

♥ Camui