Vacation Break

Disclaimer: I do not own the show Gundam Wing or any of its characters.

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Wufei pulled up a pair of comfortably lose grey pants around his hips and walked to his bed shirtless to retrieve his glasses from the case in his bag. He put them on before staring at the full-length mirror in the room.

He saw a muscled, ebony haired man staring back at him. Even with his hair loose, he thought he still looked overly masculine. He didn’t understand what Merian’s slight obsession with his hair was.

The thought of Merian brought a small smile on his face. He remembered back when they were kids, how often she would question his masculinity just because he wouldn’t partake in one of her “big adventures”.

He would tell her that her ideas offended reality, and he had no intention of offending it with her. (*1) She would call him a chicken shit and an offense to all women by acting so girly. But Wufei usually dismissed the taunts and hardly took offense, since turning her down was one of his favorite pastimes. There was something about seeing her mad, that improved his humor.

Once again, looking at the mirror, Wufei slowly inspected a bruise that was gradually developing underneath his ribs on the right side. He frowned as he remembered the reason behind it.

After the staircase incident, Wufei made up his mind about a couple of things. (1) He was leaving tomorrow morning back home to continue his last case. (2) He was staying away from any sleighs or boards for the next couple of months and, (3) he would fill out a recommendation for Maxwell to seek psychological care.

For Wufei unresolved cases and disruptive people were very annoying. Amend that, disruptive, psychotic, braided long-hair boys annoyed him even more.

It was almost 4 pm, yet in less than ten hours, Wufei has had to deal diving into freezing salted water, resuscitating a body, being knocked out with his own gun and molested by the same body. As if that wasn’t enough, he also suffered thru losing a window from his rental due to Maxwell’s shooting, and almost getting a premature heart-attack from accidentally tripping and sliding down two sets of stairs.

He never met someone who unsettled him so much in such a short time. He didn’t even know why he was going to continue hanging around Maxwell. The braided boy was getting to him and that was bad. Usually when he handled stressful situations, most people would describe him as being under control or detached.

It would be better for the both of them, if he just stayed in his room and read instead. It was the only hobby of his that made his break worthwhile. He had managed to get a couple of books, most of them with a historical context or based on non fiction. However, he also had a few guilty pleasures stashed in his bags; mystery thriller paperbacks to secretly spoil himself with when there was nothing else to do.

He was getting ready to read, when someone came knocking on the door. “Yes?” he asked, tipping his reading glasses up, and tying his hair on a ponytail, before he stood to see who was coming in.

Maxwell stayed by the door, once he realized Wufei’s half-dressed state. Did he just lick his lower lip? Wufei wondered cautiously. The Chinese man walked to his bag to retrieve a muscle tank top. Then he crossed his arms and wondered what Maxwell wanted.

Maxwell came in quietly and approached Wufei with a remorseful look, though Wufei suspected it was done solely for him to give in, when the braided boy requested the tour around the area. He prepared himself to turn the man down, but Maxwell got ahead of him.

“Look, Wuf-man I’m sorry that you ended up sliding down with me, it wasn’t my intention to disrupt things here or to scare the crap out of you.” To which Wufei replied in a loud huff.

Duo couldn’t help himself and turn around slightly to allow his lips twist a little upwards. He had to get a grip of himself unless he wanted to burst out laughing. After all, he really wanted to check out the area, and he probably would get lost on his own. He attempted to lower his voice in a more pathetic manner.

“It was…it was just something I needed to try once. Kind of like… bungee jumping or manta ray riding, or an orgy on the football stadium, you know? But…” he turned to Wufei with a serious face. “From now on I’ll behave…trust me…that is…” He fluttered his eyelashes and softens his purple eyes for Wufei. “…Unless you’re too chicken shit to give in?”

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“What are the probabilities for failure… this time, Quatre?” Heero asked tentatively as he while slid off the desk and got down on his hands and feet.

“I know you’re a bit hesitant from the last time we tried it , Hee-chan, but back then, we were restricted by time and space and if you remember, my arm was broken…hmmm, I think this time around we can pull it off without hurting your back. If all goes well, maybe I’ll get a cowboy hat as a souvenir.” (*2)

Cowboy? Quatre in leather chaps? Heero groaned and faced the floor, expectantly as he raised his butt in the air. Quatre caressed Heero’s lower back lovingly. Heero just stayed in place waiting patiently, his own length already hard in anticipation. Heero could feel the heat rolling off Quatre's body as the blonde shifted subtly behind him

He’s never once embarrassed or concern with how he looks while at it. He really is shameless. Thought Quatre, his cheeks already with a red tint.

While Quatre got flustered at anything they attempted, even if he was the one in control, Heero never thought twice about it before complying. He would just play along with anything Quatre threw his way. Sometimes he would come up with kinkier ideas on his own. Which suited the blonde just fine? They matched each other’s needs well.

The blonde allowed his right hand to slide between Heero’s cheeks to trace around the rim while his left hand was slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. Playfully, Quatre introduced one digit inside Heero-and moaned. He could only picture how his owned painfully bobbing dick would feel inside Heero’s heated cave. Once his shirt was opened, he stood behind Heero and with his other hand he grabbed hold of Heero’s silky member and alternated between stroking and squeezing him, while his other hand fingered the brunette. Heero’s ass was tight and warm while his cock was dripping.

It didn’t take long for Heero to moan or to start shifting his hips against Quatre’s pace. It had been a long day and while they both had been left unsatisfied this morning, Heero had taken care of Quatre on the last couple of weeks releasing the blonde’s sexual tensions to ease his sleep. It was his way of helping the blonde release stress even if it was at his own expense. “Hmmm…Quatre… please.” Quatre’s breath caught at the change in Heero’s tone. The other man’s voice was… softer, deprived, and almost begging. It made his cock pulse to see his baby in need.

Quatre wasn’t sure how much he could take and brought his hand to unzip his pants. He had brought the zipper down and had reached in for his cock… when a knock on their door and a murmured “Young Master” broke them apart, and interrupted their play time.

Quickly Quatre took a towel from the chair and wrapped it around Heero’s waist. Then after pulling his zipper up he called the servant to step in.

“That’s it! I will kill you!” said a pissed Heero. However, Quatre’s reflexes hadn’t caught the movement from his back when, Heero managed to pull out his M-9 pistol, (from who knows where) and aimed it at the intruder’s crotch.

“Heero no!” Heero’s warning shot had grazed the servant’s pants leaving a hole in the middle and landing further down the floor through the man’s legs.

“Heero, baby, put the gun down, you’ve got your point across. There is no need to shoot anyone… He’s just the messenger, hun,” said Quatre a bit nervously while he kissed Heero’s frustrated brow and tried to slide the gun out of Heero’s hand.

Heero tighten his grip on the gun, but allowed Quatre to lower his arm. The messenger was still frozen, grateful he remembered his underwear, yet quiet as a mouse. This wasn’t the first time he was shot at by Heero, but it had been the most threatening shot so far.

Quatre walked over and took the written message that the servant held out stiffly. “Thank you, Ahmed, you may go now,” said Quatre to the traumatized servant. Quatre would have to make sure to give him a bonus. Once the door was closed, Quatre scowled gently at Heero. “What did I say about shooting my servants?”

He didn’t see any repentance in Heero’s eyes and sighed. ‘I understand… this schedule is hard for the both of us.’ He shook his head in resignation and turned to read the letter instead. “What? Now?” What could he tell his neglected boyfriend this time? Quatre wondered sadly. He turned to Heero to place a hand on his chest.

“You know I wouldn’t leave you on purpose if it wasn’t necessary, right?” Quatre kissed Heero’s cheek and traced the brunette’s jaw with the tips of his fingers. “The McSaucelasting Associates just flew in today. There… There seems to be new complications for the Gala that I need to take care of… Now.” Heero stood quietly a bit dejected as he glanced at his Quatre, who was getting ready to leave.

Quatre moved away from the needy boy as he stood in front of the mirror and fixed his clothes and hair. “There are many things that have to be decided in order to continue organizing successfully for The Fall Gala Event. This project means a lot to me, because it is going to make a difference in the lives of many people. But I promise I’ll be back quick, as soon as I can.”

He avoided looking at Heero as much as possible since he felt kind of guilty. If Quatre had turned around at all as he left, he would have seen Heero’s disappointed look, and probably would have stayed.

Wufei really knew a lot about the artifacts and history of Quatre’s home, and he seemed comfortable, even enjoying himself, explaining them. While Duo wasn’t very interested in dates, or names, he was not bored, as he thought he would be. He was honestly impressed by Wufei’s knowledge.

They avoided the rooms and kitchen areas, but otherwise explored through out the mansion. There were hallways full of impressive paintings, a humongous library that seemed two to three stories high and lots of secret hideouts. Wufei would show him places and tunnels that he knew about, from when he and Quatre explored the area as kids. There was even a wooden depiction on the wall, which if shifted to the right, would open and lead to a ladder that would take you down into the servant quarters.

Wufei couldn’t help but retell some of the history with the same excitement he had when he first discovered these facts. He glanced at the other boy, and could tell he was enjoying himself as well.

“I swear, you were an old historian or a school teacher, weren’t ya? Buried in manuscripts and books in a former life?” stated Duo without any bad intent. He was a bit impressed with how Wufei knew details and facts, that he doubted one would find in history books. Duo stopped though when he realized that Wufei was staring at him oddly. “What, did ya get offended or something?”

Duo stared at the other boy’s eyes defiantly. Wufei shook his head and stared ahead instead. “No, that’s not it. Someone else told me that before.” His eyes soften and he glanced to the floor. Duo had to catch his breath as he felt his body gravitated around the other boy. Brawns, brains, and beauty. He didn’t understand why he felt this slight attraction just from a look. But he didn’t want to put much thought into it.

Wufei is a bookworm, who has a great piece of ass. That’s all. Duo just has a great appreciation for all cute asses, even when they were smart pants or assholes.

They proceeded their tour, outside in the Winner’s gardens which happened to surround a mid-size pond. Duo’s breath caught when he saw for the first time of his life, live, white swans. His eyes followed one of the lovely birds’ head as it nuzzle between its own wings before shaking it’s body and swimming forth with the other birds. He stepped back and accidentally bumped into Wufei. He tilted his head upwards until his eyes connected with the other man, and his lips parted unconsciously.

“They’re gorgeous” Wufei stated unsure if he was talking about the birds or Duo’s eyes. “Have you ever seen anything like it?” Duo shook his head slightly, though his eyes stayed with Wufei’s. Then he looked back to the birds and stepped forward to get a better look.

“There wasn’t much to see where I grew up” said Duo quietly. “We had the occasional little birds that would kill themselves accidentally when they would crash against the orphanage’s windows and a hungry pigeon now and then, but, nothing like…this”

Wufei’s grimaced at the imagery. He could see it so well, because he understood what Duo was talking about from personal experience. When his family was massacred in a hate crime, nobody had noticed a stray six year old boy that was walking away from the crime scene barefoot, with a bloodied arm and scraped knees.

Well, nobody, until he was caught three days later stealing from a fruit stand to feed himself. He had spent a year and a half in one of the public orphanages until the orphanage took all the children in a trip to an inaugurated hospital in the neighborhood. His life changed the moment he was tapped on the shoulder by a blonde kid who seemed to be about his age, and who wanted to play.

Duo misunderstood the silence for pity from Wufei. He was used to that kind of reaction whenever he made references to his low-class past. Trying to cut the awkward moment short, Duo shrugged, and decided to head back.

“Maxwell” Wufei murmured when he saw the brunette’s face, and knew the other boy had misunderstood. He grabbed hold of the brunette’s wrist and jerked Duo to him. However, Wufei miscalculated the amount of strength needed to yank Maxwell to him since Duo had not resisted the pull. They collided and slipped on the muddy ground with their limbs entwined.

Duo glanced from above him suggestively, and Wufei was once again startled by his amethyst eyes and pink parted lips. He shifted enough to be able to move his arm from being pinned by Duo’s weight. He reached up slowly until his fingers touched Duo’s soft bangs and lifted them from the boy’s eyes.

“Hmmm, what do you know? Boy Genius has a crush” said softly and amused Duo.

“What makes you think I want you?” asked Wufei softly a bit crossed.

Duo grinned as he leaned closer and wiped a bit of mud that had landed on Wufei’s chin.

“Well, it is the way you’ve been looking at me, as if you were thirsty and I was a tall glass of water. Then, there is your erratic breathing, it seems to speed up whenever we touch, but if I had to make up my mind….the deciding point was your hand, cuz it’s grabbing my ass and it doesn’t seem to want to leg go.”

Once both boys got up, they both were unsure what to do next. Duo deciding to lte it go, walked over to a tree, and sat down on the grass to lie against the trunk. “Let’s take a break,” he said.

Wufei was dirty, and usually he would rush to take a shower but he was taking his time instead. He walked over and sat on the side of the tree, also leaning against.

“What did you used to do before you became a live-in nanny?” asked Wufei. He glanced curiously at Duo.

Duo shrugged, “A temporary technician.”

“Oh, another temporary job? Is it by choice or because you cant find someone that can handle your unique style?” Wufei asked somewhat teasingly.

“By choice” Duo said carefully, narrowing his eyes at Wufei’s implications. “…It’s just, I get bored easily and when I do, I just finish the assignment, pick up and go. I just can’t seem to find a place to call my own.”

After they sat in silence, enjoying the view, they decided to head back to take showers before heading to dinner.

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A/N: Hope you guys are all well; this chapter was not easy for me to write. The original version consisted of 14 pages of messy statements. I’m not sure this version is any better. But I did get a head start on my other Chapters, so I should be able to update at a reasonable time.

(*1) This is based off “John’s” quote in the 2003 movie version of Peter Pan, when he responded to Wendy's statement that Peter could fly. I was amused by it, and wanted to use it here.

(*2) The position they are trying to attempt is called the “Cowboy and Horse”