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Lady Killer	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 971 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Wufei woke slowly with some confusion. The bed beneath him was definitely not the king-sized comfortable bed he shared with Heero. The previous day flashed through his mind and he sat up quickly regretting it as it made his head swim. Gentle hands gripped his shoulders and he looked up into worried blue eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little disoriented.” He shifted his legs and moved his hands to cover Heero’s. “At least everything is working again.”
Heero raised the back of the bed so Wufei was sitting up. He curled his legs to the side, noticing that Heero had showered and changed clothes. “How’d you accomplish that?”
He laughed softly. “Quatre ran by the apartment and picked up some stuff for us. Do you feel strong enough to take a shower?”
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, accepting Heero’s hand as he slid his feet to his floor. After a moment he nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.”
He went into the bathroom and smiled when he saw his makeup bag, toiletries, and a fresh outfit. A quick look in the mirror made him pale. Mascara and liner were smeared all over the place.
“Oh, I look dreadful.” He quickly scrubbed the makeup off his face and took a shower. Usually he relished in long hot showers, but he was more concerned with getting out of the hospital.
He slid into white pants and a red blouse before applying makeup, finally feeling like himself again. “I sincerely hope Quatre brought some shoes. Those black ones won’t go with this at all.”
Heero chuckled and rummaged through the bag, pulling out Wufei’s favorite white wedges. He sat in a chair with a smile and slid into them while Heero gathered their things. “The doctor should be here soon with the release papers.”
“Thank the heavens. Where’s my purse?”
Heero scooped the bag from a corner chair and handed it over. Wufei took out a pair of earrings – he felt naked without something in his ears, so he always carried a backup pair, he’d told Heero long ago – and slid them into his ears. Then he covered his lips in faintly colored gloss.
“Well, you’re looking much better than this morning.”
He looked to the doctor. “Thank you. I feel much better.”
She smiled and handed him the forms to sign. An hour later Wufei sat in the car with a sigh of relief. “I hate hospitals.”
“I doubt anyone likes them.”
“Hm.” He stared out the window as they pulled out of they pulled out of the pulled out of the parking lot. “He’s going to keep on killing.”
“The police will get him sooner or later.”
He cut his eyes to Heero. “And how many more will die before they do?”
“It isn’t Preventer jurisdiction.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t help the police. I’m not a Preventer anymore.”
Heero’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I don’t want you putting you putting yourself in danger.”
“You didn’t have a problem with it when I was Preventer.”
“That was different. The people we went after weren’t targeting you.”
He huffed. “I can take care of myself.” He looked to Heero. “And why are Trowa and Duo my bodyguards and not you?”
“According to Preventer regulations, I can’t guard you. I’m your significant other.”
Wufei huffed. “Regulations shouldn’t apply to us. We’re not exactly average agents.”
Heero laughed softly. “Une already shows us enough partiality. If she did more than that there’d be talk. Besides, I can’t be with you 24/7. I used up my vacation time.”
Although his tone was somewhat light, Wufei noticed his hands tightened on the steering wheel. It hit him then that this was just as hard on Heero as it was on him. Of course he’d rather be watching over him. “I’m sorry. I’m being selfish.”
Heero reached over and gripped Wufei’s hand, pulling it to his lips. “No, you aren’t. We’ll get through this, Fei, the same way as we always do.” He looked over with a soft smile and a promise in his eyes. “Together.”
Wufei nodded. “Together.”
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“Are you thinking about Fei?”
Quatre was startled from his thoughts by the question suddenly spoken in the quiet room. He looked to Zechs and sighed. “Yeah. What if we’d been late, Zechs? Or too early? If we hadn’t arrived when we did, what would have happened?”
“But we did get there.” The taller blond moved further into Quatre’s study. “She’s safe and now we know to be on guard.”
He looked out the window. “I’ll never get the look on Heero’s face when he came into the hospital room out of my mind. I didn’t think he even knew what panic was.”
Zechs leaned his hip to the desk. “What else would you expect? His fiancée was assaulted. Everyone has something, someone, some area of their life that would make them distraught at the thought of losing it or them.”
Quatre snorted. “Really? What’s yours?”

There was a long silence before Zechs softly said, “You.”
Quatre’s head shot to the side so quickly he was surprised he didn’t pull anything. “What?”
“I wasn’t assigned to you; I demanded to be your bodyguard after that half-wit almost got you killed.”
“But… then why are you adamant that we can’t be together?”
“Regulations-“
“No!” Quatre pushed from the desk, glaring at the man he loved to the depths of his soul. “You can’t do this to me. Don’t you dare say that it doesn’t matter that we love each other because of some stupid rule. The fact that we already love each other is a breach of your regulations.”
Zechs grabbed the smaller blond’s shoulders. “But as long as Une doesn’t know and nothing happens I can stay as your bodyguard.”
Quatre shook his head. “Quit as my bodyguard. Let someone else take over and we can be together.”
“I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.” His brows drew together. “I love you too much to leave you in someone else’s care. If I stop being your bodyguard then Une will send me off on missions for days, maybe months, at a time. I can’t risk that.”
He sneered. “Oh, I see. It’s all about you. Good. Fine.” He crossed to the vidphone.
“What are you doing?”
“Requesting a new bodyguard and asking that you be placed as far from me as physically possible.”
“Quatre, don’t. Please.”
He scoffed. “You want me, and according to you that impairs your judgment.” He closed his eyes. “I can’t keep seeing you every day without wanting you.”
“I’m sorry, but you don’t have a choice.”
“Of course I do.” He punched in a code on the vidphone and Une’s face popped up on screen. “How can I help you, Quatre?”
“I want to be fraternized with,” he said sharply.
Her jaw dropped. “Wh-what?”
“Zechs refuses to have a relationship with me because of regulations, but I want to be with him and have him as my bodyguard. Is this acceptable?”
She gazed at him silently for a long moment. “Due to the fact that you aren’t in any immediate danger, I’ll allow it. If threats arise in the future, we may have to discuss a change.” She smiled slightly. “If your feelings are mutual, then yes it’s acceptable.”
“Thank you.” He ended the call, turned back to face the other blond, and folded his arms over his chest. “Now what’s your excuse?”
Zechs stared at him silently for a moment before crossing the distance between them and pulling Quatre into a soul searing kiss. After years of pent up tension and desire, neither were too inclined to go slow or gentle.
Quatre clamped his left hand at the back of Zechs’ neck while his right hand undid the buttons on the taller blond’s shirt. Their tongues warred, hot breath passing from one mouth to the other as they gave into passion that had too long lay dormant.
The kiss broke and Quatre took the opportunity to trail his lips down the long pale neck.
Zechs sighed softly. “Perhaps this would be more comfortable in the bedroom.”
Quatre sucked in as much air as he could. “Probably,” he said in as strong a voice as he could, which was barely more than a whisper. He continued worshipping the taller blond’s neck as he was lifted to wrap his legs around Zechs’ waist and carried to the bedroom. He took the opportunity to lap at the pale neck presented to him and felt the shiver that ran through his bodyguard.
“Sensitive there, are we?” He gasped as he was dropped to the bed and looked up to Zechs. The other blond put a hand to the button of Quatre’s pants and he watched with rapt attention as his long haired soon-to-be lover divested them of the rest of their clothing. Quatre wet his lips.
“You’re beautiful.”
Zechs grunted softly as he climbed on the bed. “I may be beautiful,” he whispered, “but you’re divine.”
He took Quatre’s erection between his lips as he teased the other blond’s puckered entrance. “Please tell me you have lube.”
Quatre shivered as the hot breath washed over his sensitive length. “N-nightstand drawer.”
Zechs leaned over to pull out the tube and dropped it within reach as he went back to torturing the body beneath him. He lapped at Quatre’s nipples, ran teasing touches over the inside of his thighs, and memorized every sensitive spot he found, relishing in the heady moans and gasps escaping his lover.
“Please, Zechs.”
He grabbed the lube and coated one finger, teasing the puckered entrance before sliding it in Quatre, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He leaned down to take the smaller man’s lips with his own while he added a second finger.
Quatre spread his legs a little, surprised by how easily he managed to stay relaxed. Zechs broke the kiss and moved his lips down Quatre’s jawline to his neck. The smaller blond exploded inside him where Zechs’ fingers were and he cried out softly. He was teased mercilessly and Quatre clenched his hands on Zechs’ shoulders.
“I c-can’t… oh… can’t take… dear gods!” He screamed when a hot mouth descended on his overly sensitive erection.
Zechs greedily swallowed his lover’s release, lapping the softening length clean before sliding up Quatre’s body. Cerulean eyes slid open as he panted for breath.
“What about you?”
Zechs grinned. “Oh, we’re nowhere close to done. I just wanted to take the edge off.”
Quatre ran the fingertips of his left hand down Zechs’ face to his chest. He licked his lips and looked back into his lover’s eyes. “And you’ll make me yours now?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Zechs smiled softly, kissing the tip of the other blond’s nose. “Yes, I’m going to show you many of the things I’ve dreamed of doing with you for years.”
Quatre moaned softly as his mouth was invaded by a gentle but passionate tongue. Strong hands caressed his overheated skin as he tried to kiss his lover to the best of his ability. He teased Zechs’ nipples with his fingers, feeling his own arousal reawaken as the long-haired blond groaned into his mouth.
Zechs pulled away, watching Quatre’s face as he ran his hand in circles over the smaller blond’s hip. “I love you.”
Quatre smiled softly, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you, too.”
He nuzzled Quatre’s neck with his nose before sucking on his earlobe. He moved down to suck at a nipple and the smaller blond shivered. “Shit.” Zechs chuckled and Quatre groaned softly. “Take me now. I need you.”
Zechs raised up slowly, pressing two fingers into Quatre. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
He moaned as the fingers teased his prostate mercilessly. “Yeah.”
The long-haired blond nodded slowly as he settled between Quatre’s thighs. He slid three fingers into the already stretched heat and Quatre released a shaky breath.
“More.”
“You want this?” He pressed the tip of his hard erection to the quivering hole.
“Yes! I want you!”
Quatre pressed his head back to the mound of pillows beneath his as Zechs pushed into him, filling him as no one had before. It was all he’d ever wanted and more. He slid his legs around Zechs’ waist, taking deep, gasping breaths.
“Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes and licked his lips. “Never better.”
He pressed a kiss to Zechs’ lips as the taller man began a slow rhythm. There was pain, but the pleasure far outweighed it. Slowly the pain faded until there was only pleasurable friction. He didn’t bother to quiet or stop the gasps that left him, hoping it would encourage Zechs to speed up the pace.
He cried out when the heavy erection hit his prostate and it seemed to tip the scale with Zechs. The older blond let out a guttural groan and began slamming into Quatre, hitting the sensitive spot inside him repeatedly.
“Oh… gods… Zechs.” Quatre dug his fingers into his lover’s arms. “There… shit.” His back arched as stars exploded behind his closed eyelids. When a calloused hand gripped his weeping erection he nearly screamed.
Zechs watched the intense emotions cross his lover’s face as he gave himself over fully. It was by far the most erotic experience he’d ever had. “You’re perfect.”
Quatre looked up to his lover’s face, lips tilting upwards of their own volition. “I think it’s more that we’re perfect for each other.”
Zechs released a breath as he kissed the other blond, pounding into him as if his life depended on it. He circled his hand around Quatre’s hard length and pumped twice before cum coated his hand. He groaned when the tight heat surrounding him flexed and he filled his lover with his own release.
Quatre wrapped his arms tightly around Zechs as they both fought to catch their breath. It was by far the most intense thing he’d ever felt.
“Are you okay?”
Quatre laughed softly. “Perfect.”
Zechs raised up to gaze down into his face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
He smiled. “No, it was great.”
He pulled out and leaned over the bed to grab his discarded shirt and cleaned them up as best he could. “Do you want to shower?”
He pulled Zechs down and curled over him, tucking his head under the other blond’s chin. “I don’t want to move.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of Quatre’s head. “Love you.”
Quatre sighed happily. “Love you, too.”
TBC….
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