There are two kinds of blindness

A/N; I decided to add another chapter, which actually could be written into the last one now when I think about it... adn if you just skipped here, then you should read the last bit form the last chapter too

Ah, well...

Sorry for that^^



Chapter seven;


Does it count as talking?


Zechs sighed.

He was supposed to talk to the boy, not day dreaming about a long lost lover. No matter how hot that day dream was becoming. His memory of Treize was as a live as... as the boy sitting in his lap. Except that Treize had a smile on his lips and a heart that was beating for him.

Tender words...

Gentle love bites and a husky voice whispering of adoration.

Hands warm and rough against his skin...

Oh lords he was lonely...

He sighed again.

He really should have gone out more then he had.

“I’m sorry...” He almost whispered, hugging the boy lightly. “I shouldn’t have physically forced you to eat, but you have too. You know that as well as I do.”

He was quiet for a short while waiting for the boy to acknowledge his words, but Wufei didn’t even nod his head.

“Chang?”

He moved his arms a little and to his surprise the small body in his arms followed his movement. The boy was asleep.

Zechs blinked, now he was very confused.

How the hell could that boy had fallen asleep in his lap?

He hates me! And still he feels secure enough to fall asleep.

Really, he couldn’t have been that tired? Even though, he didn’t sleep much last night...

But the boy didn’t trust him, he had made sure to prove that point over and over again. Not just over these days, the young Chinese had always questioned him even at the Headquarters.

He chuckled and leaned back for a while. He wasn’t going to deny that he liked to hold somebody close or as he already admitted, he missed having a lover near. Though that didn’t exactly give him the right to take advantage of a boy who was exhausted from not sleeping and then hurting himself even more so.

Zechs ignored that last thought for a while and just held the boy close. Maybe he could ask Sally to baby sit him tomorrow?

No.. Then he had to explain why and have her laugh at him, not that that bothered him. What did was that she was going to tell Wufei, and ... For heaven’s sake he really needed to get out!

He almost groaned as he laid the young Chinese in the couch, he needed to get his mind on something else. Like cleaning.

Oh Gods how he loved to scrape food of the floor...

And carpets, he saw when he walked to the table.

Well, what else could he do?

***

“Chang?”
“mm..”

A Chuckle. Then another gently nudge at his shoulder.

“Wufei, wake up.”

Don’ wanna wake up yet...

“Chang.”

No... It’s not morning.

Still dark out...

“Chang really, how could you have survived as a gundam pilot?”

What?

“Come on now!”

Somebody shook his body, and it wasn’t very nice..

“..go waaee..” He murmured back.

“Come on, I ordered Chinese and I really don’t want everything to go to waste.”
“Please?”

His shoulder was, again, gently shook and this time he couldn’t do anything other then sleepingly sitting up.

He felt drugged, drowsy.

But he quickly woke.

As he yawned the other man had been so kind to rearrange his clothes, he couldn’t help but to yelp and jerk backwards.

“We can eat in here, Wait.” The other man smiled as he spoke. Now he understood why Maxwell had loved to tease his Chinese friend so much. It was fun.



To be Continued...