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The Challenge	By : Eliztric Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Back again, back again. I�ll keep this short, so you can get back to reading. And hopefully, reviewing while you wait.
Thanks go to Tashasaphi - for reminding me of my characters, and how I wanted them to be written in the first place, and thereby inspiring me to get back to work - and DuosAngel, whose eagerness never fails to excite me, too.
And you know things are going to heat up after this chapter (The joy of Shounen-ai!). Rather quickly, I might add. Stay tuned!
But if you give me a hint, maybe I�ll take it�
-The Author

Quatre remained tense no matter what position he tried to be comfortable in. Sprawling out in his seat was indecent, though it might have loosened the tight feeling in his trousers. He bit his lip as he squirmed, drawing one leg up so that the his heel balanced on the seat, folding his arms around the bent limb to keep it from causing him to tip over and land on Wufei. He had imagined that Wufei being seme would be hot, but he didn�t know exactly how hot it would make him. The Arabian resisted the urge to roll down the window for some kind of breeze�at this rate all he truly wanted was something to break the tense silence, thick with obvious sexual tension�something for him to look at other than Wufei, something that would break the situation down into pieces of reality and what he had to be imagining.

�Is there something wrong?� Wufei asked, shooting the blonde a sidelong glance with dark eyes. Quatre bit his tongue out of surprise, but the pain mixed indefinitely at the pleasure of hearing Wufei�s voice. Christ, he had such a delicious speaking tone�it made Quatre so dizzy, sometimes.

�Wha- No,� Quatre said, not daring to finish his first word of choice. Trowa had taught him that questions could be good on either end of the learning process�but he did not want to test Wufei. Wufei was the fire he had been warned not to play with. Wufei was uncharted territory. Wufei, Quatre realized now, was someone Quatre could not predict.

�You�re squirming,� Wufei said, and Quatre suppressed a moan at the sound. It came out as if he was being strangled, and Wufei cast him a sharper glance than his first one. �Are you all right, Quatre?�

Feeling his cheeks burn, Quatre let his head tip back so it rested against the window frame, so he could still see Wufei, but had the option of turning his head to the left to look out the window at the pavement they were passing by. �For now,� the blonde murmured, feeling his muscles tense and lock into the position he was in as they took a right turn on the road.

Wufei cast him a look again, as if he hadn�t heard the blonde, and Quatre realized that he had been speaking too softly for the Chinese man to hear over the purr of the engine. �I will be,� Quatre confessed, switching positions so that it was the other leg his arms wrapped around, not wanting to feel the intrinsic tingles of a limb fallen asleep. The odds were that it would be just enough of a sensation, however ghostly, to get him off - and he didn�t much fancy a pre-dinner-date orgasm�he had the feeling it would just get him into yet more trouble with Wufei.

�We�ll be there soon,� Wufei said, in a voice that struck Quatre as comforting, and when he looked over at his raven-haired companion, he saw a sort of apologetic smile cross Wufei�s face, before it solidified into something serious and penetrating, focused and smouldering for a brief moment, before Wufei returned his eyes to the road and announced, �But you are not off the hook in the least, little one.�

Quatre swallowed as the world outside the vehicle began to take on the air of familiarity. He wondered for a moment how Wufei knew where South End was, but it passed. He was, after all, more concerned with how the hell he explained to his coworker, his teammate, his friend-who-happened-to-live-in-the-same-house-as-him, his�his Wufei that he had no real reason for wanting to make out with him other than he was little more than a teenager and fucking those he found attractive was what he was built to do, but Wufei was more than just that to him, he really did have a place in his heart�and it would break it if Wufei left. Quatre shivered, remembering how once, Wufei had threatened them all that he would leave and never come back. The littlest of the five Gundam Pilots couldn�t even remember when it had happened, just that he had begged Wufei to stay, and Wufei, stunned by the Arabian�s show of emotion, had stayed, and never threatened to do something like that again, no matter how depressed he had gotten.

His lip was going to bleed soon, Quatre reflected, if he kept worrying at it with his teeth, but there was nothing else for him to do as he thought about the effects of his actions. What would he say, once he knew what Quatre knew? Had he been so out of bounds that Wufei would�would really�leave?

Wufei put the car into park and Quatre started, jolted out of his reverie, by the Chinese man exiting the car so swiftly that Quatre wondered if they had had an accident, perhaps, and he hadn�t noticed it at all. It didn�t seem like such a far-fetched idea, compared to the fact that Wufei was�opening the door for him�?

�Are you coming out or not?� Wufei asked sharply, and Quatre winced, unbuckling hastily. Standing up outside the car put him within five inches of Wufei, and the blonde�s breath caught automatically. �S-sorry, �Fei,� he exhaled, �I wasn�t�� he looked away, biting at his lip again, feeling suddenly very ill.

Gentle fingers came to grasp the blonde�s chin firmly and turned Quatre�s face back toward Wufei�s, onyx-black eyes meeting worried aquamarine.

�If you make yourself bleed,� Wufei murmured huskily, �Don�t think I won�t lick it up. Understand?� Quatre bit down on his lip - hard - to keep from moaning at the look Wufei gave him, nodding his reply, but it proved inevitable as Wufei�s eyes fell on Quatre�s lips. The taste of copper seeped into Quatre�s mouth, and without thinking, he closed his eyes, the moan he had sought to prevent escaping him anyway as Wufei�s breath brushed his cheek and he leaned in, hot tongue flicking over the Arabian�s bottom lip. The sensation was like throwing water on an oil fire - his hands gripped Wufei�s arms for support as his knees wobbled, nearly giving out as Wufei kissed him softly, pausing in his kiss to lap up the blood that Quatre had created now and again, and the blonde realized that they were in the same position they had been earlier, in the garage�just reversed, now. It was nearly enough to get the blonde off and he tried to tell Wufei so, but all that came out was another moan, dark and hot and muffled by Wufei�s mouth against his own.

With some effort, Quatre pushed himself away, though he�d have rather let Wufei go on. He was battling astonishment partially successfully, thanks to his raging arousal and the urge to satisfy it and forget all else, but he still had enough blood left in his brain to realize that it was odd, considering the stunt that he had pulled.

�A-are you mad at me or - or not, Wufei?� the blonde asked, panting slightly, still gripping Wufei�s arms tightly. Wufei�s hands had slipped one to the small of his back, the other in his hair, where his fingers toyed with the Arabian�s ear. A shiver took Quatre by surprise - he had been so involved with the sensation of their kiss that he hadn�t been able to fully register the abuse of his ears and oh, it felt so good�

�What do you think?� The Chinese man asked, voice low but smooth. Quatre wondered for a split second if Wufei was employing the same tactics he himself had used earlier that day - naturally, only more aggressively so - as revenge, before his mouth was speaking for him.

�I think that if you aren�t, and don�t want me to come in my trousers, you�d best fuck me now,� Quatre said, hands tightening on Wufei�s arms. It wasn�t his mouth speaking, he realized with an inner curse, it was his penis instead. But he wasn�t done yet, was he? �And if you are,� he continued, �You�re a lot crueler than I had expected.�

Wufei fought back a moan of his own. He had never seen Quatre this way - hot and eager and deliciously wanton, but still demanding - before. It was no wonder that Trowa and the blonde were together. Speaking of�

�Cruel?� Wufei asked. �Who�s crueler? Me, for being angry that you�re waving something I can�t have in front of my face, or you, for doing the waving?�

�What are you talking about?� Quatre asked, voice almost a hiss in an effort to keep it down. They weren�t inside the restaurant yet, but they were damn close, and he didn�t want to cause trouble because the two of them were having a not-quite-lovers� spat.

Wufei tightened his hand on Quatre�s hip instead of the one in the blonde�s hair - he had yet to want to hurt Quatre out of frustration on purpose, but the opportunity was there - before speaking one word - the one word that was both everything�and, well, everything in deciding this. �Trowa.�

�Oh, Wufei,� Quatre sighed, tilting his head back, looking at the dark night sky above them for a moment, wishing on the first star he saw that Wufei would believe him, before he brought his eyes back to Wufei�s smouldering ones, �That�s what I wanted to talk to you about. O-over dinner.�

�Then talk now,� Wufei growled. Quatre shivered, licking at the sore spot on his lip where it had split open, the taste of blood and Wufei only heightening the desire flaming in the pit of his stomach.

�Ever since your mission with Trowa�� Quatre began, haltingly, stomach churning as he fought to keep his eyes locked with Wufei�s, �Hell. Before�a long, long time ago, �Fei�that�s when I figured it out. That�half of me belongs to a man named Trowa Barton�and the other�belongs to Chang Wufei.� �There,� he thought, watching Wufei�s eyes flicker with surprise, �I�ve said it. And it�s the truth.�

�What?� Wufei asked quietly.

�You heard me!� Quatre cried, fighting the urge to let the tears come welling up like blood to an open wound, �When both of you were gone�I realized that without the two of you�I am not truly Quatre. When the two of you leave,� he swallowed harshly, trying to keep the sob from his voice because it really was true, all of it�and if Wufei left��When you�re gone I get�hollowed out. Not just for Trowa. For you, too. And it�s worse when you�re both gone.� he had to tear his eyes away, blinking quickly to dissuade the tears, before turning back to Wufei hotly, and saying, �And Trowa knows! He knows, Wufei - how much you mean to me. And you mean something to him, too. You - you mean something to both of us. You are�what I can�t be, for Trowa. And what he is not, for me. In every respect, Wufei.�

Now that he had begun, it was hard to stop, but Wufei wasn�t trying to, and so Quatre went on. �Trowa�s�known about this for a while. He feels the same way about you that I do - your last mission together�decided it.� he looked into Wufei�s eyes, really looked, praying to Allah and everyone else that this would not be in vain, and said, �We�ve both seen�the way you�ve become, Wufei.� The Chinese man winced slightly, and Quatre knew that Wufei understood what he meant, and fervently pressed on, �And Trowa and I agree�that we need you. And�that you need us, too, Wufei. Because�we love you. Trowa loves you. And I love you, too.�

The blonde tore his eyes away from Wufei�s, knowing by the clenched up feeling in his throat that any longer connected to Wufei so intimately and he would be crying all the tears he had worked so hard not to shed. At least his erection had gone away, for the most part, the more cynical side of him thought, before it was quickly shushed by the majority of him. Allah, how his eyes stung�and his heart was so sore inside him, jammed tightly into his throat�

Wufei felt as if he had swallowed shards of glass, and his stomach was in chaos, similarly to his brain. Quatre�Quatre loved him. And�so did Trowa. Who also loved Quatre. And as if that weren�t enough, Quatre wanted him. And so did Trowa. They both wanted him. They both wanted�him�

Gently, he reached out to the blonde, fingertips sliding along Quatre�s jaw line, turning the face of his sometimes partner, his coworker, the man who had so kindly demanded that he stay in the same house as him for an indefinite period when the war was over�the one who kept the five Gundam Pilots connected�particularly him, towards his own. And he knew in no small way that half of him belonged to the petite, blonde, blue-eyed Arabian part-time Preventer and businessman as well. It was the way his heart ached that told him this - to see the tears welling up in Quatre�s eyes, the sincerity scrawled boldly all over his features, to know that he meant it.

�Quatre,� Wufei breathed, and it was as if something had disappeared, as if the lid had been taken off of the Chinese man�s secrets, his emotions, and the blonde could see them all there, in the dark eyes that were so full of so many things. Before Quatre realized it Wufei was closer than he was before - on the same side of the car door as him, arms sliding around him, pulling him in against his body, a gentle sort of embrace. Quatre gave in, letting his arms go around Wufei, letting their bodies become flush - all the way up until slowly, gently, softly, Wufei let their lips meet again, the chasteness of the kiss more intimate than if they had their hands down one another�s pants.

Carefully, Wufei pulled back, startled to feel wetness on his cheeks. Quatre made to pull away rather sharply, and it was only his reflexes that caught the blonde. Forcing him to look at him, Wufei noticed that the tears had escaped the aquamarine eyes. �Quatre?� he asked, worried that he had done something wrong.

The blonde kept turning away from him, a pained expression fluttering cross his tear-streaked face. �I-I understand,� Quatre said, �If�if you�re�if you don�t�don�t want��

�Don�t want what?� Wufei asked, pushing Quatre up against the red car, both of his hands occupied with keeping eye contact with Quatre. He circled his hips a little, grinding them into Quatre�s half-hard arousal, knowing that his own was much harder, pressing into Quatre�s thigh as he spoke, the surprised aquamarine gaze riveted on his now that Quatre was aware of Wufei�s�true feelings. �Don�t want you? Don�t want Trowa as well? Don�t want to fuck you right now, in the middle of this parking lot, up against this car? Don�t love you?�

Quatre looked away, cheeks pink. �Yes,� he murmured shakily. Wufei could feel Quatre�s hardness increasing against him as he asked, rocking his hips a little, �Yes what, Quatre?�

�Yes - all of those things,� Quatre gasped, pressing back a little against Wufei.

Chuckling slightly, Wufei leaned in to murmur in Quatre�s ear, �Whatever made you think that I didn�t?� Hearing Quatre�s groan of surprise, muffled into his shoulder, Wufei let his tongue slide out to trace the curve of Quatre�s delicate ear, the gasp he elicited notifying him that he wasn�t the only one sensitive in that area, before he added, �Oh, my little one�did no one ever teach you not to assume?�

With a quick nip Wufei�s presence was gone, save for one hand laced with Quatre�s, leaving the rest of the blonde cold in the warm night air. �Wha�?� he began, utterly confused, and horny once more. Wufei smiled at him, tugging lightly on their linked hands. �I�m hungry,� the Chinese man announced, �Come on.�
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