Author: Asuka Kureru
Warnings: Yaoi, romance, sap, love triangle, threesome, heavy lime to
nearly full lemon, dunno yet; the POV is shifting between the boys.
Pairings : 1+2+5, 1x2x5x2x1 and diverse combinations ^__^
Disclaimer: They're sharing, why can't we do the same? ;_;
Notes: In French, "a tightrope walker" is said "un équilibriste"...
someone who is able to reach and keep their equilibrium long and steadily
enough to walk and dance and even play, up on a string, narrow, fragile,
many feet away from the ground. I just thought that it was a nice metaphor.
^__^ By the way, this begins the morning after Equilibrium. Read it again
or you'll be confused, folks.
+ -- > change of point of view or short break
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- > long break, scene change
Walking the Tightrope +
It was the first time in his life that Wufei felt so good when waking
up. The mattress could be much too soft by place and harder and strangely
bumpy in others, yet he was still warm and comfortable, and had never
felt more... cuddled, cradled, more surrounded than he was feeling just
now. He never wanted to get up, never wanted to leave the cocoon.
It was a nice feeling, as if he was accepted, protected, loved... but
his clan was dead and his wife had been dead even longer. Even if they
hadn't been, he had never officially shared a bed with Meiran, they had
been supposed to be too young, and his clan had never been big on physical
displays of affection. He didn't have anyone anymore, no one to make him
feel safe like this, safe and cherished. It was a nice feeling, but it
wouldn't last. It never lasted.
Someone was looking at him. Instinct won, and he woke up, opening his
eyes and readying himself to jump on the observer, faintly regretting
the dream, but still, forgetting it already.
There was a pair of beautiful, intense, fiery, positively gleaming eyes,
just looking into his own eyes. A totally striking melt of soft baby blue
and purple-violet narrow specks and strings. A darker violet ring around
the irises made the inside of the eyes stand out even more between it
and the little black dots in the middle. He had always believed those
eyes to be somewhat mauve, the color of a summer sky just before night
begins to fall, but in fact, they weren't even that already unique color.
You could see it, once you were near enough. They only seemed so because,
on the pure sky blue bottom of the irises, were running intense purple
lines and little spots, and at some distance they seemed to just melt.
But once close, well, it was easy to see all the hues, the unique appearance...
The eyes kind of screwed up, as if they were smiling at him....
They were smiling at him. DUO was smiling at him.
Duo was sprawled on Wufei's belly, one arm on his chest, his disheveled
braid tumbling down his shoulder to fall on the Chinese teen's throat
and slide around his neck, following the junction between his neck and
shoulders. And he was smiling at him, warmly, affectionately, intimately,
wonderfully happy. The way Wufei had always imagined he would look at
Heero when they were alone. Gods, this must be a dream. This MUST be.
Duo was his best friend, Wufei would have slept on the floor anywhere
they were to go on a mission if it meant risking sleeping in the same
bed as him, embarrassing himself by reacting the way he secretly dreamed
of and losing Duo's friendship... Duo was in love with Heero, and Heero...
...Was blinking sleepily at them from Duo's other side, buried under the
cover that Duo had pushed back on him when he had crawled on Wufei.
He didn't have time to wonder about the sort of dream this could be before
Duo, without any warning, decided to perform an oral tonsillectomy on
Definitely not a dream. Too nice to be a dream. Too real to be a dream.
And he had certainly never dreamed about Heero being there in all the
times he had imagined being with Duo. Not this way at least, usually in
really-liked-him-anyway kind of dream. But simply looking at them as they
were getting cuddly... no way, too messed up.
Duo released him and chuckled, grinning at Heero, who smirked slightly
at them both, straightening up and putting his cheek on his fist to better
look at the scene.
Before Wufei could understand what he was doing, Duo left him to jump
on Heero with a war cry a Sioux wouldn't have despised, and crushed him
in the mattress, plastering his lips against the Japanese boy's. Wufei
blinked. Two seconds after, the braided tornado was crawling all over
him again, to fall off the edge of the bed with a dull "thud".
Before any of the Asian boys could worry, he had jumped on his feet and
was running in the corridor, howling "BANZAIIII!!!" all over
Heero and Wufei sweatdropped.
Heero glanced at Wufei and stifled his sigh. Damn, it was so awkward being
in bed with him. They had never been close, too occupied by their little
competition to really take the time to fraternize... even if he had taken
great pleasure in messing with Wufei's mind, by acting like if he didn't
even notice that Wufei's skills and his were even close and that Wufei
was working hard to surpass him. They were rivals....
... and now they were in the same bed, glancing at each other over the
dip in the mattress that marked the place the boy they both loved had
occupied not two minutes ago.
The light of the early morning softened Wufei's features, made his nose
and eyebrows less sharp, changed his black eyes from fiery depths swirling
with unseen forces, to soft, tender darkness.
He didn't want to see Chang's soft side. It made what had happened the
night before between them too alien and yet too real.
Heero let himself fall back on the mattress, one arm across his face,
hoping Chang would think that he was only shielding his eyes from the
light. He was trying to shield his mind from finally understanding the
hugeness of what he had done.
Oh gods. It was too much of a responsibility.
The theory was good, that said that he could do anything as long as he
kept Duo and Duo was happy, even share him with his rival, that as long
as they tried to act maturely and be reasonable it would be ok, but how
the hell would they make it work in real life? Heero took smug pleasure
in making Wufei feel inferior and inadequate, which in theory was good
because it made his teammate push himself harder, but was bad in terms
of getting on with him. Wufei took great pleasure in giving a friendly
ear to Duo when Duo needed to complain about him, not making any remarks
out loud to Heero, but totally NOT hiding the fact that he knew as well
as he himself how things were between him and his boyfriend.
It had been easy to share ideals with him while it had still been night,
but the light of the day made them... real, somehow. Changed them from
ideas to realities they now had to live with.
And he was steadily finding more and more annoying little details. Nothing
precise yet, just... feelings. Somewhat uneasy feelings. Decidedly unpleasant.
He hoped he hadn't completely destroyed their relationship, the three
of them. If it didn't work... Wufei would find himself friendless. Heero
would be all alone. And Duo doubly so, losing a lover and a best friend
in the process.
He couldn't tolerate hurting Duo like that. He WOULD make it work. He
Follow your feelings... yeah right. What feeling to follow? He only felt
like doing two things: to love Duo, and to hide from Wufei in shame. Not
really compatible... ah, hell.
Grunting, he sat up, glancing at Wufei from behind his lashes. The Chinese
boy had been looking at him, but he turned his eyes away as soon as he
saw Heero move. Damn. The black-haired boy was feeling as awkward as he
did, realized Heero. Did he have second thoughts too? Shit. How to relax
the atmosphere between them?
"Do you think it's that intelligent to let Duo alone in the kitchen?"
he asked in an idle voice, trying hard to sound casual.
He winced inwardly at the little note of tenseness that was too audible
to let Wufei believe his tone. Great, he couldn't even make small talk
with the guy.
"Probably not," answered Wufei, sitting at the edge of the bed,
flashing a little smirk at him.
Heero wondered if he truly had heard the relief in Wufei's voice... Probably,
given the situation.
Damn it all to Hell. He couldn't seem to do anything right, not even be
relaxed in front of his Duo's Other. Why couldn't he have Duo's easy way
of communicating? Why did he have to feel awkward and out of place each
time he tried to chat with someone that was not his lover? Damn Doctor
Duo knew him, knew his shortcomings, his little quirks, his bizarre hang-ups.
Duo never thought him strange, never thought anything of it, understood
why it wasn't his fault and why it didn't matter, because he could read
him and know what it was that he meant, that he felt, under the cold,
nearly robotic behavior. And the other people, well, he didn't care what
they thought of him, and if his behavior didn't please them they could
go fuck themselves.
But Wufei... He was a teammate, so Heero had always cared what he thought
of him on a professional level. But Duo cared about what Wufei thought
on an emotional level, and he cared about Duo's feelings, so he cared
about what Wufei felt too. And it meant being embarrassed like he never
had been when he thought about all the little things which marked him
as strange, outlandish, which always made him an outsider.
He supposed that even his way of approaching the problem had been strange...
Wufei had even told him so. And Wufei, while not as weirdly socialized
as he was, was still as extremely aloof and logical as it was possible
while growing up as a member of a real family, even as dysfunctional as
it could be. If even he thought that Heero pushed the logic too far...
No, it was a good solution. Wufei had accepted it, Duo had accepted it.
It was just that most people were too entangled in silly notions of possessiveness
toward the object of their love... which Heero found stupid. Wasn't love
supposed to be selfless? It was what was written in the dictionaries...
It would work.
Heero was startled out of his daze by the sound of the Chinese boy pushing
the door to get out. Fortunately, he had regained his composure by the
time the other teen turned around to glance at him quizzically, visibly
wondering why he didn't follow.
Heero jumped out of the bed and followed, his face as expressionless as
always, totally hiding his internal turmoil. He would make it work. They
just had to ignore the awkwardness, it would go away after a while. It
It had to.
Wufei glanced at his teammate's face and bit back a sigh. Heero had let
the Iceman's facade fall back over him... A sure sign that he was thinking
hard about something and that he didn't want to give away any clues as
to what it was or how he felt about it.
Wufei was unnerved. There was an imaginary itch on his left shoulder,
where the other boy's stare was probably fixated, and he had trouble keeping
himself from jumping at each creaking from the old house's floor. It was
hard not to run, to get to Duo the fastest he could, so the longhaired
boy could erase the strangeness between them with just a smile and a joke.
It was hard to believe the memories he had from the night before, before
Duo had come back. Of Heero leaning over him, smiling at him, so startling,
so stunningly beautiful... of their caresses...
He felt the tip of his ears turn pink. What had they done? He couldn't
believe his memories, he just couldn't. The passion in the normally ice-cold
soldier, the delightful mix of strength and control eliciting such a fiery
response from him... the playful side, the softer side, of the boy who
had self destructed without a sound rather than bending to OZ's will...
Gods, he had made out with Duo's boyfriend. He was still alive too.
.... He WAS Duo's boyfriend, too... now that he thought of it.
"Hey!" exclaimed Heero when his shoulder bumped into Wufei's.
The Chinese boy had faltered in his steps and nearly stopped for a second.
"Sorry, just thinking," he managed to say to Heero who was looking
at him, seeming slightly curious.
Heero's eyes briefly shone with good humor, and Wufei glared at him, considering
sticking his tongue out at the other teen.
"Whatever you are thinking, Yuy, don't even think about saying it,"
The other boy snorted, and considered him, as if he was gauging the raven-haired
boy to see if he had something to fear if he didn't comply... and as if
he was finding that possibility dubious... but finally he nodded, the
corner of his lips only so slightly quirked upwards in the beginning of
They stepped inside of the kitchen.
Duo was waiting for them, standing by the table. They stopped by reflex;
he was looking at the two of them so strangely... glancing at Heero, then
at Wufei, then back at Heero, and nibbling on his lips, looking pensive...
Finally the Chinese boy had enough and asked him: "What is it?"
Duo shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and gave an awkward little grin.
"Oh, I just don't know which one of you to kiss good morning first,
that's all..." he said with an impish smile.
Heero blinked, Wufei flushed. Kiss him good morning? It was so...
It was something that boyfriends and lovers did.
And like every time he had thought of that since he woke up, Wufei was
thrown for a loop.
Heero considered his lover, pensive. Duo was primarily joking with them
to dissipate the tenseness between the two Asian boys, true, but Heero
could see the nervousness underneath... In his own way, he was asking
for the rules. Was there to be any sort of hierarchy with the order in
which they were kissed? Would Heero feel jealous if he kissed Wufei first?
Would Wufei feel abandoned if it was the contrary?
The Japanese shrugged.
"Kiss Wufei. I've had my share, I can wait a little longer,"
he added, sitting at his place at the table and grabbing his cup of coffee.
Wufei felt silly. He had somewhat thought that as the... as Duo's senior
boyfriend, well, he should have gone first. If there was something Wufei
didn't want, it was to make him jealous. Heero shared remarkably easily,
especially considering his background, void of any sort of love, but that
didn't mean he couldn't feel lonely and abandoned. And when... IF he decided
he had enough of this strange arrangement, there was no doubt in Wufei's
mind that Duo would choose him, even if he loved Wufei too. They had been
together way longer, when he had only been Duo's friend. It would be less
trying to go back to the ancient relationship.
Then, Duo approached him, silent on his bare feet, and put a finger under
his chin to make him look at him in the face. Wufei started, he had been
totally lost in thoughts and hadn't seen him come any nearer.
And as for being near, they were near. Nose to nose, almost.
Duo grinned at him, then slid a hand under his ponytail and pressed his
lips against his. Instead of taking full advantage of the warmth and suppleness
of his lips, Wufei couldn't help but glance over the boy's shoulder to
verify if Heero was looking. He wasn't, thank God. Wufei kissed back.
Duo let him go with a radiant smile and danced to Heero's chair, draping
himself on the boy's shoulders.
"You've been patient, good boy," he joked while nuzzling the
ear poking out of the boy's tousled bangs.
Heero bent his head and bit Duo's arm.
"Ouch! You beast!" protested the violet-eyed boy.
Heero caught his braid in his hand and used it to force him to come on
his side and bend toward him, till he was at a good distance to kiss.
And kiss him he did.
"Mmm... ravaged by early morning already, the day's gonna be good!"
commented Duo, licking approvingly his lips.
"Sit down and eat," answered Heero, smacking his butt.
"Yes dear," Duo answered, overly meek.
"You'll have to be firm with him, Wufei, I don't want him to come
to you when I refuse him something... If you give him an inch, he'll take
your whole arm. Pets like that don't let pass the slightest opportunity
to forget the rules."
Wufei blinked and stared at the Japanese boy, who, sitting calmly, was
eating without a care, as if what he had said was totally normal.
"Sorry, master, I'll be a good pet, I swear," Duo said, head
modestly lowered, but his eyes gleamed amusedly under his bangs when he
glanced at Wufei. Well, if they joked like that between them, he should
play along when he was invited to, shouldn't he?
"Don't worry, I'll be firm," Wufei answered in what he hoped
was a very stern voice.
"Oh, rats, two overly dominating males for one little me..."
"You're being insolent, pet," Wufei shot back, lightly smacking
his arm. He couldn't help but wonder if he was stepping over a line he
didn't know was there, but Duo only looked overly sheepish. He was still
"I beg you pardon, O Great Master Wu."
Wufei smirked. He hadn't been able to help but wonder for a second if
they truly had this sort of relationship in the bedroom, but... Duo couldn't
look submissive if his life depended on it. Being someone's pet for real...
naah. Not possible.
"How come he's Great Master and I'm only Master?" asked Yuy.
"You're just licking his boots, hoping he doesn't get wary of your
devilish ways before it's too late..."
"You know me soooo well, Master... Hey, gimme tha coffee, Wu."
"It's Great Master Wu to you," answered the boy, mock-glaring
They all snickered.
"You dun wanna see me kneel and kiss your feet either?" snorted
Duo, sticking out a little bit of tongue.
Damn, it was good, Chang felt it come back, the rhythm of their usual
friendly banter, the barbed replies, the plays on words, exactly the same
as it had been when they had been only friends. Wufei felt much more at
The Chinese pilot caressed pensively his chin, as if he was considering.
"I don't know, submissive is a good look on you..."
"Oh yeah?" challenged the braided boy, his eyes gleaming maliciously.
"Children, no battles at the kitchen table," asked Heero sternly.
"It's Master to you," Heero shot back without missing a beat.
"Ok, I give... I won't have the last word today, since you're ganging
up on me like that."
"How could we have it if we didn't, knowing you?" asked Wufei
dryly. Duo made a face and decided not to answer. They ate in a comfortable
silence, giving each other amused smiles from time to time.