Walking the Tightrope + Chapter 7 (cont)


They stopped for a while at a place with a fountain, and sat down on the edge to talk, just exchanging quiet, unimportant comments about the date so far, and about the people milling around them. Duo let his hand trail in the cool water, wondering for one second if it truly would be too much to strip and jump in. He was hot, damnit, and not the good kind of hot.

He considered Heero, then Wufei. The first was seated on the fountain-edge at his side, the second crouching in front of them in that Asian way he couldn't quite master, being unable to site on his heels without having them leave the ground like Wufei was able to.

Wufei protested and grabbed Duo's ankle to prevent from falling backward when his braided lover's foot pushed on his shoulder, and the Chinese boy had to put a hand backward not to let his ass kiss the ground.

"What did you do that for?"

"I'm hot."

"... I beg you pardon?"

"I am hot," Duo repeated, slower, tugging on his T-shirt. "Hot as in temperature, although I also am in other ways. Hot as in heat. There is an ice-cream stand over there. Do the math."

"And why should I be the one to go, when you're the one who wants ice-cream?" Wufei scoffed, amused against his will by his boasting.

"You were so chivalrous, protecting us in the game center. I'm sure you don't mind continuing to be."

Wufei scowled, opened his mouth to answer, then realized that Duo-logic was indeed very hard to parry. He was managing to find something, though, when Duo continued.

"Plus I paid for your hair and Heero paid for the games, so it's your turn."

Wufei could have said that he hadn't asked for the hair, but he glanced up at them, sitting, relaxed, before the fountain, and there were tiny droplets beginning to gather like dew on their hair and skin, and the light hit them just so...

... Wufei got up and went to buy ice-cream.


Duo and Heero got back to exchanging soft words here and there, and playing at sending water droplet on each other, flirting without even touching or looking directly at each other. Heero was feeling more relaxed than he had in weeks.

Suddenly, there was a strawberry-ice-cream cone under his nose. Heero blinked.

"I didn't ask..."

"I don't either. Shut up and take it."

Heero snorted, but took the cone.

Duo was devouring his own, not without picking on Wufei because the man had bought one for himself as well. Heero shrugged and began to eat the treat, and soon, all that could be heard between the three of them was slurping sounds and little moans of appreciation.


Heero's tongue was lapping at his ice-cream, and suddenly Wufei was assailed by a very vivid mental image. One that he didn't want to think about too hard, not in public anyway or he would die of shame.

Duo lapping at his own ice-cream was sensual, but then, everything Duo did could become sensual. And he had expected Duo eating ice-cream like he would give a blowjob. He went at it with his eyelids shadowing his irises, concentrated, but with a little smile of pleasure on his face. But Wufei had not expected that his own brain would betray him by sending him images of Heero going down on him the way he was eating his own ice-cream. And that was precisely why the sudden mental picture hit him so hard.

Heero... On his knees before him... and... Wufei's hands lost in his messy hair... and his lips wrapped around him, and his so intense blue stare fixed on him... Oh gods.

Two seconds later, Heero's wrist was caught in Wufei's hand and there were lips devouring his own where his snack had been. Surprised, he tensed and tried to step back instinctively, but then, he realized that Wufei was the one kissing him ≠and gods but he did kiss well.

The two revelations went hand in hand; he didn't get any time to dwell on the first. The second was much more interesting to take advantage of. Grunting in acknowledgement and appreciation, Heero began to kiss back, and soon they were locked into an embrace, ice-creams cones half forgotten in favor of the mingling tastes of strawberries and chocolate.

Forgotten, Duo stared openmouthed at his boyfriends. His own ice-cream was slowly trickling over the back of his hand, but he didn't care. There, in front of him, in a public place, with no prompting at all, Heero and Wufei were lip-locking like crazy, a deep, ravenous kiss that looked like they were trying to taste each other's very soul.

They separated finally, slowly, Wufei abandoning Heero's throat to lick at his lips, chasing after the strawberries taste that was smeared all around the teen's mouth, Heero's arms rubbing up and down Wufei's back in a reflexive gesture.

Then their eyes met, and they both stopped to look at each other.

Heero stared at the black-haired pilot, as if waiting for an explanation to the sudden assault. Wufei's mouth opened and closed a few times, then, finally he shook his head, and smirked crookedly at Heero.

"I blame it all on the strawberry ice-cream," he managed to chuckle.

Heero nodded as if what he had said was a totally obvious fact that had somehow managed to escape his awareness by a strange accident.

"Yes, strawberry ice-cream is a traitorous thing," he deadpanned.

Wufei punched him on the shoulder.

When they turned to him, together, as if they had remembered their audience at the same second, Duo was fanning himself with his hand, his jaw still hanging.

"Shit, did they put something in your ice-cream or what?"

"Umm... sorry, Duo," Heero managed to mumble, embarrassed.

"Sorry? SORRY? I dun want no friggin 'sorry', I want you to do it again, damnit."

The two Asian pilots facevaulted.


Duo watched them kiss for a moment, first with nervousness and self-consciousness, then with less tenseness, then nearly as hotly as they had been kissing earlier. He had always known that he was something of a voyeur, but seeing the two men he loved so involved in each other...

The braided pilot decided to take a hike for a short while; they were in public, kissing like that was the limit. If he popped a boner in the middle of the place, that would not do.

He met some of the girls from the games center walking around the place and they chatted for a while... until one of them spotted the two Asian guys kissing by the fountain.

"Check that!"


They began to catcall and whistle, laughing... then one of them froze.

"Oh, shit," she exclaimed, glancing at Duo worriedly. "That's..."


"Looks like... That cute guy you were with..."

"It is," Duo agreed with a grin.

"But, I thought... that is..."

"Yeah?" Duo asked, lazily licking his ice-cream cone without taking his eyes off the two kissing men.

"The short-haired one... He isn't with you?"

"Oh, yes, he's my man," the braided boy answered cheerfully. The girls stared, dumbfounded.

"But the blue-haired guy's like... kissing him... And you're not even jealous?"

Duo shrugged, grinning. "That's ok," he assured them.


"He's my man too."

The girls facevaulted. Then the brown-haired one who had given away money before turned to her friend and they began to bicker about their bet.

Grinning at them, Duo sauntered closer to his two Asian lovers and slid an arm around each. Turning his head to look at the girls, he winked at them, before kissing Wufei deeply. He released him and kissed Heero, and then, wriggling his fingers at the spectators, dragged his boyfriends away, laughing. Most of the passer-bys were trying to pick up their jaws, but the girls, after a moment of surprise, cheered.

Chuckling, Wufei slid an arm around Duo's waist and hooked his finger in Heero's back pocket. Heero shook his head with amusement and bewilderment, but finally, he did the same. The love of his Duo for provocation would always flabbergast him.



As soon as Wufei opened the door, Duo ran past him and threw himself at the closest water tap. The Chinese teen blinked before opening the door wider for his comrade and entering the house after the braided tornado.

Heero sat down on the couch's armrest and leaned heavily against the back of the couch. Duo had made them run back and forth in every street he could find, and he was glad to be able to rest now. Not that he hadnít had fun, but it was a welcome change to be able to stop for a while.

He glanced at Wufei. Since the strawberry incident, they had taken turns alternately avoiding and seeking out each other's eyes, as if playing a game of tag. The kissing had been very good... but surprising, and unnerving. But so very good.

And they had Duo's benediction and encouragement.

Wufei passed in front of him, and Heero suddenly lunged for him, grabbed his arm and sat back, dragging the startled Chinese man onto his knees, his back to Heero's chest.

"Heero?!" Wufei protested, caught by surprise. He briefly tried to struggle, but Heero's arms were tight around him. "What are you doing?"

"Relapse. Strawberry withdrawal."

"Oh?" the Chinese teen asked, fighting back a laugh.

"Yes. I need to take some samples to verify that you're clean," he added, his tone as serious as usual, turning Wufei on his knees to make him face him.

"A sample, huh?" the black-haired boy asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Heero nodded and leaned closer, his arms tightening around Wufei's hips, his stare turning intense, of that peculiar intensity that always left Wufei short of breath and dizzy.

"Then by all means, proceed," the black-eyed pilot breathed, smirking slightly, and let his eyelids drop halfway.

That was all the invitation Heero needed to taste him the way Wufei had tasted him earlier, deeply, hungrily, nearly forcefully. Chang groaned and kissed back, but his position, seated sideways on Heero's knees and twisting to face the boy, didn't facilitate him retaliating. He bucked against Heero's arms and straddled the boy's thighs, smirking against his lips when the angle proved to ease his delving deep into Heero's mouth. Heero chuckled and stopped resisting Wufei's pressure, falling back over the armrest to sprawl on the couch.

"Hey!" Wufei protested when he found his back arched uncomfortably by the new position.

"Sorry, sorry..." Heero snickered. Wufei punched his shoulder.

Heero tried to crawl back on the couch to give Wufei some space, but his knees were dangling over the armrest and he couldn't find enough leverage. He twisted and squirmed under his partner's body, slowly crawling backward, until he was in a better position.

"You could have helped," he grumbled, glaring at Wufei who had just been lying on him, letting him do all the work.

The Chinese boy lifted his head to look at him, and gave him a crooked smirk. "I could have," he agreed.

Heero growled and grasped a fistful of blue hair, dragging Wufei's face down to meet his lips.

"Careful with the hair," Wufei gasped between two kisses. "The color..."

"You can get it redone," Heero answered, nibbling at his jaw.

Wufei crawled higher to have a better angle, and Heero lifted a surprised eyebrow at him. There was something poking his thigh, and that was definitely way too warm to be a gun.

Wufei grumbled and briefly looked away, but then he turned his smirk full force on the teenager under him.

"You seem to be enjoying this."

"This being you pinned under me? I'd be a fool not to enjoy it."

Heero growled and pushed him to the side, making him fall off the couch and onto the bed-nest, rolling and falling after him.

"Oof! Did J feed you gundanium? I swear you're heavier than Rashid..."

"And you know how it feels to be pinned under Rashid how?" Heero leered.

Wufei stared. "You're disgusting! Now move, you're putting pressure on my balls and that's not the good kind of pressure."

Snorting, Heero rolled on his side. "I'm sorry, did I bruise Little Feifei?" he asked, straight-faced, petting Wufei's crotch.

The blue-haired teen groaned. "That's lame, Yuy, very lame."


"I didn't say you had to stop touching me, though," the Chinese one mumbled. He glanced at Heero just to see his smirk widen impossibly.

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