Walking the Tightrope + Chapter 3 (cont)

Wufei frowned thoughtfully, and let his eyes slide half-closed. To imagine kissing Duo.

He lifted a hand to brush against the other's skin. Not quite the same feel, the same velvet, but with a little bit of imagination...

Heero stepped closer, just close enough that their body-warmth mingled, and tentatively lifted a hand to Wufei's hip, barely pressing against it. He closed his eyes, chasing away a lock of raven hair, imagining the soft and pliant silk of Duo's hair instead of Wufei's straighter and slightly thicker hair, then leaned forward, pressing his lips against Wufei's softly.

Soft was not going to work, he realized right on. In soft kisses it was an exchange, but he could not really pretend that Wufei was Duo in that case, because he knew Duo's exact way to respond to soft kisses and there was no way in Hell anyone could offer the same display. So he just went with the more insisting approach, pressing firmly against the other boy.

Duo... Being with Duo...

Wufei was startled when Yuy's hand slid from his hip to his back, to firmly press him against his hard body. The Japanese's other hand slid from Chang's cheek to the back of his head, making him tilt it, and before Wufei could think about protesting, Heero had invaded his mouth and was exploring it, insistent, overwhelming, nearly passionate.

Ok, he was not doing that bad, but Wufei didn't appreciate being so easily dominated. Sliding both hands in Yuy's thick hair to interlace his fingers behind his skull, giving himself a way to maneuver the other boy's head, he kissed back as passionately, trying to push the inquisitive tongue back into its own mouth and to do a little bit of exploring as well. He gained a little bit because of the surprise, but then, Heero got over his surprise and fought back to regain the lost ground.

There was no way either one of them could still imagine they were with Duo, but neither one seemed to care.

Wufei moaned when Heero's fingers tangled in his hair, near to his skull, and pulled slightly. The Japanese boy tried to use the new angle to kiss Wufei deeper, but the Chinese one was not disposed to be so easily conquered and bit down on his tongue, not hard enough to cut, but enough to immobilize it quite well. Heero opened his eyes to look into black ebony depths, shining, laughing, and quite visibly making fun of him. He stared back, his hand pressing their bodies tighter together, and Wufei released his hold slightly, just a second, when he felt their bellies press together, just long enough for Heero to save his tongue and leave Wufei's mouth to begin to kiss a path down his jaw.

The Chinese boy gave a strong yank to his own double fistful of hair to redirect the brown-haired teenager's face upward, and plastered his mouth against Heero's, his tongue going to run against the other boy's palate. Heero moaned into his mouth, half from pleasure and half because he wanted to laugh at Wufei's combativeness, and pushed him back to the wall, his palm running up and down along the black-haired boy's spine. The slight impact made them separate for a second, and they stared into each other's eyes for a short while.

"It's strange, don't you think?" mused Wufei, sounding quite puzzled. His lips were swollen and a few strands of ebony hair fell into his face.

"What?" asked Heero, not really listening to him, just looking at the way his lips, colored coral by the kissing, were moving with the words.

"Us... like that. The..."

Without warning, Heero attacked his mouth again and they pushed against each other, nibbling, grinding. Their tongues danced against each other, slick with mixed saliva. They separated again shortly, this time to enjoy the hands burying into hair, symmetrically.

"...The passion... With Duo it is passionate too, but more like we're working together to have the most... pleasure, but when we kiss... You and me... it's like... hmmm... like a competition... To see which one ... can give the other more..."

"You know, you're right," chuckled Heero, nibbling on Wufei's ear and blowing on it alternatively, "but...'Fei?"


The blue-eyed boy smirked at him and licked the tip of his nose, provocatively.

"Shut up and kiss me."

The Chinese boy gave him a ferocious glare and assaulted his lips with a renewed passion. He was going to make him BEG.


Duo dried his hands on a towel and carefully surveyed what he had prepared. It looked good, and smelled great. For once, he was happy with himself about cooking something that wasn't breakfast. He threw the towel on the back of a chair and walked to the living room, where the others had been the last time he had seen them.

"Guys? Dinner's rea..."

They were on the opposite side of the room, between the couch and a disturbed chair, Heero backed against the wall, his wrists pressed at head's height by Wufei's hands, closed tight around them. As for what Wufei was doing, Duo could only see black hair, but from the angle and the way Heero was panting and biting his lips, the Chinese boy was actually doing something interesting to his neck, or ear, maybe. And they were huddled up and rubbing against each other as if trying to get into the other's skin.

"Oh gods..."

Wufei whirled around, aghast, and Heero gasped as they heard him. As they saw him at the door, the black-haired man paled and the brown-haired one flushed violently. They looked like fish out of water. Duo coughed to cover the nervous laugh he felt bubbling up his throat.

They seemed to think he was going to kick their asses. True, he was a little miffed at this. But to be entirely truthful, Duo's main problem was not jealousy of any sort, but the fact that he felt so turned on, it was going to hurt if it lasted any longer. If he had listened to himself, he would have jumped on them both and nailed them on the nearest available flat surface. But the guilty looks they were giving him were so horrified, and the way they were carefully not looking at each other more revealing than anything: they had not intended for that to happen between them. And they were suddenly remembering it.

"Kitchen. Now."

He did not have the voice to say anything more.

Meekly, they obeyed, following him in silence and looking ready to try to fit into the first mouse hole they could find in the walls, at the slightest provocation.

They sat down at their places, still looking down.

Wufei glanced at Duo, who was observing the both of them in an undecipherable way, opened his mouth to give an explanation, then thought better of it and closed it before lowering his head once again, hiding behind his hair.

"So. Had fun?"

Heero winced, and Wufei's shoulders slumped.

"Hey, guys, look at me."

It took some time, but they did it, eventually. Duo waited patiently for them to look at him before beginning to talk.

"Mind telling me about it?"

"We were... testing, that's all..."

"Testing?" repeated Duo, incredulous. "That's quite lousy as far as explanations go, you know."

They winced.

"It's my fault," Heero said suddenly, lifting his head to look at Duo in the eyes. "Before you came back from your mission, when we were talking about sharing you... Well, when we were perfecting some details... We talked about the fact that it would be awkward that one of us had to leave when the other wanted alone time with you, and we... Just to see if we... really had to. Leave I mean. Well... We tried to see if we could tolerate each other at least, maybe even become interested in each other in that way. More like, I convinced Wufei to try."

Wufei snorted, then disguised it as a nervous cough. Convinced? He had kissed him silly without any warnings.

"I see," Duo said noncommittally.

"And today, it was just like before, we... got talking about it. It's tense between us, we're not at ease with the other. And it's strange, because we were really close for a moment that night."

"So you checked to see if the closeness would come back."

"Yes..." sighed Heero, looking down once again. It sounded so stupid, said like that.

"Hey, guys... I'm not angry. Really, I'm not. Miffed, maybe, that you didn't tell me that you were willing to experiment with each other, because I was sure that I would have to find a way to... have intimacy with one of you without making the other feel abandoned or jealous, but I'm not angry. Ok?"

They glanced at him, as if wanting to reassure themselves that he was being truthful.

"How could I be angry with you?" he said with a shaky laugh. "That's the damn most arousing display I've ever seen. I'm surprised I didn't make my pant seams burst with the speed I popped a boner."

He laughed at their blushing faces and spluttering.

"Just one thing, guys."


"If you ever, ever want to experiment again, TELL ME! I don't mean, ask me to participate, you have the right to want to try alone, the both of you... After all I do have you both for me alone. You have the right to ask me to share too. Ok? It's more fair like that. But tell me that you want to, if only so I don't get totally floored when I walk in on you. Whatcha think? New rule? You talk about it before deciding you want to try being intimate again, and you warn me?"

"... ok with me," agreed Heero.

Wufei nodded his assent. He wasn't sure if he would try "being intimate" with the other pilot again, not too soon anyway. Being caught by Duo had badly spooked him, especially the way the braided boy hadn't even shown any hints on his thoughts about the matter at first. He had been sure Duo was furious at them, so furious that he couldn't even utter more than two words. It had terrified him, to know that maybe they were both going to be kicked out of the braided pilot's life.

"While we're talking about this... As for... threesomes. In bed I mean. I don't think I'm quite ready for that yet. I mean, I'm not even sure I want to have that kind of relationship with Yuy...no offense."

"None taken," answered Heero in a careful tone.

"What I mean, is, yes, I can ... react to him... but I am not the kind of man who jumps anyone he likes to watch."

"You mean, you watch me?" asked Heero, bewildered.

Wufei glared to hide his sudden flush. "As if I had a choice. If you didn't show off so much with your spandex shorts..."


"You do show off, if I don't have a choice in seeing it or not, I might as well enjoy it!" protested Wufei, in a totally un-Wufei-like display.

"I do not show off!"

"Oh, and what do you call strutting around with spandex glued to your body from waist to thighs? Anyone can measure your butt crack, Yuy, and as for the package, I don't even want to talk about the way it's displaying it! It's even more provoking than being nude!"

Heero flushed violently. "Hey!"

Duo burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking violently as he was desperately trying to breathe. The two Asian boys looked at him, startled out of their argument.

"Gawds...Sorry, guys, but you're getting so sidetracked here..."

Wufei coughed, surprised himself at having gone that far just to prove his point. "I just meant that I don't do casual sex. If there isn't at least some feelings behind it, I don't want to do anything."

Heero pensively considered his plate. So, Wufei didn't feel anything for him... apart from friendship? He felt... disappointed. That was it, disappointed. He didn't know why exactly, but that was what it felt like, somewhat.

A bronze-skinned hand touched his wrist, and he looked up.

"I don't mean that I don't ... like you, Yuy, I do. But... it's enough to make out, I guess, you know... mess around a little, try... experiment... but I'm not sure if it's enough to go all the way. Do you see what I mean?"

Heero stared at his deep black eyes. They were staring back, earnestly trying to make him understand something...

Wufei felt attracted to him, physically, but if they let themselves go with what their hormones and bodies told them, and just had sex, he would feel bad afterward, because it would have been just animal mating, not something expressing anything, not something worth anything. Heero didn't know if you had to be in love to make love, but at least you had to have feelings of a more tender nature than mere friendship, and that was the only thing between them as of yet, if even that.

The Japanese boy nodded slowly, showing that he truly understood.

"I never had a relationship of any sort before Duo, you know..." he muttered apologetically.

"I know it, Yuy. Don't worry about that. You'll see, whatever happens between you and me, we'll make this thing work," said the Chinese boy in a low, intense voice.

"Yeah..." agreed Duo in a soft voice. "We communicate at least, and that's the only thing that is really important. As long as we talk about things, we can't make mistakes. Well, we'll make some, it's unavoidable, but not important ones anyway, and nothing irreparable. And if we do make mistakes... we'll just talk about it until we fix it. Ok?"

"Yeah", answered Heero with a small smile. "Like us at the beginning..."

"Exactly like that," Duo agreed, beaming. "Boy, did we get into arguments or what?"

"You had problems?" asked Wufei, surprised. They had seemed to be so perfectly in tune when, coming back from a mission, Duo had told him that Heero and him were together now and would it bother him? Of course he had said no, it didn't, but it was not entirely true. Not for the reason Duo had been asking though. But they had looked so happy...

"We just had trouble telling each other what we really wanted, that's all... We learned to communicate well enough quite fast. We'll just have to do that again. Promise to talk when something's bothering you?"

"Promise," the other two boys said at the same time.

"I promise too. Anywayyyyz..."


"You still need to pay me back for the stunt you pulled in the living room."

The two dark-haired boys blinked and glanced at each other.

"You gave me the shock of my life. And Wufei, you made out with Heero when I haven't even gotten into your pants yet. I want compensation."

"But..." spluttered the boy.

"No buts! You were nibbling at his neck and rubbing against him! And I only pawed you a little through your pants, and I am your official boyfriend ! I. Want. Compensation."

"Okay," agreed Wufei, sighing. "What do you want?"

"Hmm... You'll have to do something for me. I'll let you know when I know what I want. And Heero, the same goes for you. I didn't see you trying to get out of his clutches too hard..."

"... ok, ok... " sighed Heero to pacify the guy.

"Hey, now that I think of it... What are you to me?" Wufei asked Heero, thinking of Duo's 'official boyfriend' statement.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Duo's my boyfriend. You're Duo's lover. But you and me...? What do I call you? I can't just call you a friend either. Sally is a friend, and there's no way I'm sharing anyone with her!"

They snickered, then became serious once again.

"...I just need a name, I guess," shrugged the black-haired boy.

"... Partner?"

"It's vague..."

"It's perfect for a still evolving relationship, then," answered the Japanese, ending the conversation by beginning to dig into his plate. "Damn. Another rule."

"Err, yes?" asked Duo, lifting a surprised eyebrow.

"We wait until AFTER dinner for our serious conversations."


"I hate eating cold."

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