the Tightrope + Chapter 6 (cont)
Wufei barely managed to nod.
Heero's foot was now changing angle, and his heel was now pressing in
his sensitive inner thigh, the balls of his foot and his toes going up
and down on Wufei's involuntarily hardening member.
"It may just be because I feel like it, you know," Heero mused, his foot
leaving Wufei's crotch to trail a toe along the inside of his thigh.
"Stop it, damn it!!" Wufei barked, slapping the travelling foot away.
Heero managed to keep his balance, and smirked at Wufei who was half standing
up, one fist on the table, and glaring at him for all he was worth.
"You're insufferable, Yuy!"
"Really?" drawled the boy, one of his fingers tracing his own jaw before
stopping against his lower lip, directing attention on it. He licked at
his lips, slowly, amused when Wufei snorted with anger and turned his
back on him.
"If you weren't injured I would punch you, Yuy," Wufei hissed, glaring
over his shoulder.
Heero smirked some more, and calmly returned to his sandwich.
"Not hungry anymore?"
"A certain person managed to spoil my appetite."
"Sure doesn't look like it," Heero commented, glancing at Wufei's crotch,
where the pants were still slightly but noticeably tented.
"Me… Me…? You want me so much that you're stuttering? Oh, 'Fei…" he added
in a long, dreamy sigh, ironically parodying a romantic maiden.
"Yuy, you're gonna get it this time!!!" the Chinese boy shouted.
"Oh, yeah, give it to me," he leered back.
Wufei screamed a torrent of insults in Chinese and stalked out of the
room, slamming the door behind him, visibly in serious need to leave before
he gave a beating to an injured man.
Two seconds later Duo came back, blinking. "Where has Wufei gone?" he
"No idea," Heero answered innocently, calmly finishing his sandwich.
Duo snorted, not buying it, and sat down at Heero's side.
"Yeah, and no idea either why he tried to break down the door I guess…
Ok, now, tell me about what's going on, Heero," he asked, his grin vanishing.
The Japanese boy took the time to finish his sandwich before he answered,
giving himself time to think about how he was going to explain so he wouldn't
give too much detail, but still be explicit enough that Duo would get
what was going on.
"Before we left, Wufei was tense and he got snappish at me, you know how
he is. It's no big deal, but still, we were a little pissed at each other
during the mission. And then I had to redirect the attention of the guards
on me to prevent him from getting caught."
"That how you got hurt?" Duo asked, neutrally. For Heero to admit he had
been a little pissed, he had to have been in a rage, and when Heero was
in a rage, it was either the volcano or the ice prince. Wufei was still
alive and in one piece and the town two miles away from the factory wasn't
blown up to hell and back so it had been the ice prince. Which meant he
had been less pissed than just plain hurt. But he would never complain
about it, and didn't seem like he still felt hurt, so Duo refused to take
a side in this.
"Yeah. But it was my own damn fault for not being more cautious. I showed
him that I wasn't angry at him anymore, and the injury wasn't his responsibility
to begin with, but he's still not back from his guilt trip yet," added
Heero with a snort.
Duo snickered. "Back from his guilt trip indeed. Where did you learn to
talk like that, with those sorts of expressions?"
"In Duoland. It's a strange land from which you never quite come back,"
Duo blinked. "Idiot!!" he laughed, giving his lover a mock-punch in the
shoulder. "Gods, what's gotten into you?… no wait, don't answer that,
I don't wanna know, " he added hurriedly. "So tell me, was it just my
perverted mind or were you really playing footsie with him?"
Heero glanced dispassionately at Duo, totally neutral. Duo's jaw hit the
table. If he hadn't been pretty sure that it was impossible, he would
have sworn that there was a disembodied foot now resting in his lap, because
Heero's expression made it just unbelievable that he was anywhere near
concerned by the appearance of said foot in said place.
"And you call me a tease. Wow. So, what's your reason for antagonizing
Wufei to death?"
"I'm trying to be annoying enough that he forgets to feel guilty to jump
for my throat," he said matter-of-fact.
"Or for your ass," added Duo with a snicker, shooting back his answer
by pure force of habit.
"I wish," Heero answered without thinking.
And then, hearing what he had said, he totally froze.
"Can I watch if he does?" the braided boy asked, batting his lashes innocently
at his boyfriend to get past the awkward moment.
"Duo!" Heero protested, before beginning to smirk widely. "Hmm… If you're
here when he does, you can even join in. If you arrive later, well, at
least wait until I'm sure he's not going to run…"
Duo's grin grew to an impossible size. He was not the only hormones-crazed
pervert amongst the three of them finally. "Damn, now I know that I neglected
you. You're not that horny, usually."
"You didn't," protested Heero. "Neglect me I mean. I just… I do feel attracted
to him, you know. It's not just random sexual need, it's…"
"You're lusting after him?"
Heero blushed and shrugged.
"Hey, I can understand that, I am too. He sure is hot…"
Heero shrugged again and had a small, lopsided grin. "Doesn't help that
I have something of a hair fetish…" he muttered, biting his lower lip.
"I have an Asian men fetish, so it's ok," Duo snickered. "No, seriously,
Heero, it's totally ok if you feel desire for him. I certainly won't get
jealous. Now if you said that you were actively lusting after… let's say,
Quatre or Trowa, there, we would
have a problem," he added, grinning.
Heero gave him a withering glare. "You're not in any danger from that
side," he said grimacing.
Laughing, Duo kissed him on the cheek then got up, stretching. "So I need
to find occasions for you to be alone with Fei, then? Hmm..."
Heero smirked. He should have known that Duo would help with that one
mission. It involved perverting Wufei after all.
"Hentai..." he muttered, shaking his head.
"And proud to be!" answered the longhaired boy, winking at him. "HEY FEI!!!!
GOING TO SHOWER, NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HEERO!!!"
And before the answer could come, he had dashed off to the bathroom.
Wufei burst into the living room three seconds later, but by then it was
"He's in the bathroom," Heero informed him, aloof.
The Chinese boy glowered at him for a brief moment before turning half-away,
as if he couldn't decide whether or not to stay.
"I want to go to bed."
"Duo will skin me if I walk alone," Heero answered without any emotion
apparent in his voice.
Wufei had a long annoyed sigh. "Promise you won't feel me up and we'll
see what I can do, Yuy."
Heero snorted. "Afraid?"
The Chinese boy glared at him. "Like hell! I'm willing to help, but if
you begin pawing at me, I'll let you fall in the middle of the damn room."
Heero smirked, hiding it behind his hand.
He acted totally innocent for half of the short walk, and then Wufei felt
his hand slide lower on his back and stopped, glaring.
"Yuy... You are sure you really want my help?" he hissed, annoyed.
"Whose fault is it that I need it?" asked the Japanese teen in a distracted
Wufei froze. Lowering his head, he began to help Heero to the bed once
again, not even protesting when the short-haired boy's arm slid to the
small of his back and his hand caught Wufei's hip.
He lowered him to the bed-nest slowly, not looking at him. Heero laid
down with a sigh... then caught Wufei's collar and tugged as hard as he
could, pushing his hip with his other hand to make him lose his balance.
Wufei fell nose first, and had to put a hand just above Heero's head not
to fall on him, crushing him... a hand that Heero quickly jostled away,
making the Chinese boy roll over him and onto the mattress. When the world
stopped moving, Wufei was sprawled on his back on the bed-nest and Heero
was laying on his chest, one leg between his and his arms solidly planted
on his shoulders and around his head.
"What the hell...!"
The Chinese boy was going to push him back, but he caught the barely perceptible
wince of pain Heero was trying to hide. The Japanese boy had strained
his side with that stupid move. Wufei's resolve to get away faltered.
"It was not you fault that I needed help, but now that I have it, I intend
to make full use of it..." Heero smirked.
"You've started calling me Yuy again," Heero remarked, suddenly totally
serious, and a little sad.
"I...I... I'm sorry! Oh gods I'm sorry, I didn't even realize, I..."
"Hey, calm down, it was just something I noticed..." Heero whispered,
caressing his shoulder gently. "Wufei... Stop feeling so guilty, ok?"
"I can't," the Chinese boy admitted, turning his face away.
Heero had a long suffering sigh.
"Well, then, if you think you did me wrong... Then you owe me."
Unsure of where he was going with that reasoning, Wufei nodded carefully.
"Then you just have to pay me back for a while, and then, your debt will
be paid and you won't have to feel guilty again."
"I guess so..." the black-haired teenager whispered.
"I'm not going to run around for a while. You'll just have to run around
for me. Is that ok?"
Wufei thought about it, then nodded slowly. It didn't seem enough, but...
Heero would not ask for more. He would just have to be really, really
nice to him for a while, and hopefully after a while Wufei would feel
that he had compensated for his meanness earlier.
"And I get to use you as a pillow when I want."
"You're comfy, 'Fei," Duo smirked, suddenly leaning over the couch's back
to bend over them, making them jump. "And you rock at playing furniture.
Just admit it."
He was wet, his unbound hair dripping, and if they could judge by the
upper half of his body that dangled over the back of the couch, naked.
The Asian twosome blinked.
"I thought you were showering, Duo," Heero asked after a few seconds of
"Forgot to take the new shampoo bottle, the other was empty... which is
funny, because I could have sworn that there was still some in it yesterday,"
he added playfully, mock-glaring at his lovers.
"I used it. Sorry," he grouched, unwilling to admit that he liked to use
Duo's things, to help him to remember that now he could do it without
giving himself away.
"Oh, it's ok, Wu, just messing with you. But I must warn you that 'Ro
there finds the stuff highly addictive," he added, wearing a cross between
a grin and a smirk.
Heero smirked, and just on cue, bent to sniff at Wufei's hair, brushing
his cheek against the other boy's.
"Scent's still there..." he purred after a while.
... 'purred?!' thought Wufei,
worriedly opening his eyes wide. Damn it, he couldn't get used to that
new, purring, flirting Heero. It was just plain disturbing! It messed
with his sense of reality. Cold cyborg-like guys shouldn't be allowed
to act sexy.
Laughing, probably at his flabbergasted face, Duo danced away and grabbed
the new bottle of shampoo before returning to the bathroom, dripping water
everywhere. Heero followed him with his eyes until they heard the door
of the bathroom slam shut, and Wufei grumbled.
"Why did you have an eyeful and I didn't?" protested the Chinese boy in
an attempt to put some humor in the situation.
"Let me think... It may be because I'm sprawled all over you," the messy-haired
boy smirked, staring at him right in the eye.
Wufei snarled at him. "Move," he growled at the boy.
"No," Heero answered calmly, nuzzling his ear. He buried his face in the
crook of Wufei's shoulder and sighed, inhaling the smell, searching for
the faint traces of shampoo.
"Ok. Heero. Move."
"Good night, Wufei."
"Hee... MMPHHH!! hnnn..."
Heero licked his lips, smirked at Wufei who was still trying to uncross
his eyes, and put his face back where it had been, his nose brushing against
the black-haired boy's ear.