the Tightrope + Chapter 1 (cont)
Once finished, Heero took care of the dishes while Duo put back the food.
Wufei looked at them, they were acting so in tune that they almost never
got into each other's way, feeling useless but not wanting to just up
and leave like he would have done if it had been a normal day... a day
before The Night, that is. Now he had a feeling his life wouldn't be what
he had considered normal for quite some time. Well, anyway, he didn't
want to leave them just like that without warning...
When they were finished, they looked at him then at each other.
"I've got repairs to make on Deathscythe, someone wants to go to
the hangar with me?" asked Duo.
It was a half hour away in the woods in a straight line, and none of them
would have attempted it because of the grounds, which made such a trek
very difficult. The easy path went on long, annoying curves, but at least
you didn't arrive with your clothes shredded and your knees and hands
bloodied. And there was no way to go there using a bike or a car. Usually
when they went there, they stayed most of the day, because making the
trip took so much time. Made sense Duo wouldn't want to be alone all day
"I have a meeting with a contact," said Wufei in a sorry tone.
"I need to wait for information right here," added Heero, apologetic.
Sadly, he needed to use the house's internet connection, using his Gundam's
made it too likely to be spotted, and if he had to sacrifice something
to avoid getting caught, he preferred it to be an old house, easily repaired,
and that nobody would miss that much in case of total obliteration by
The braided boy sighed.
"Well, see you tonight I guess..."
He grabbed Heero by the neck and gave him a little kiss on the cheek,
then walked to Wufei and pecked his nose, winking at him. Then he grabbed
the sandwich he had made for himself before they came into the kitchen,
and a bottle of water, and disappeared to his room to pack the things
he would need. Heero and Wufei glanced at each other, then shrugged and
went to take care of their occupations.
"Later," Heero called as he left the room.
"Later," answered the other boy, sounding pensive in someway.
Heero wondered if he was having second thoughts too.
"Guys? I've got a question."
Heero and Wufei glanced at Duo who was standing between them in the little
bedroom, facing the bed under the roof, fists on his hips.
"How the fuck did the three of us fit in THAT?"
Wufei blinked and considered the small bed.
"That's a good question, you know," he mused, nodding pensively.
Duo had a disgusted snort.
"With lots of mortgage on our future back health," answered
Heero derisively, making a face as he was stretching some protesting muscles,
a leftover from the last night.
Wufei snorted, Duo snickered.
"There's no way I'm sleeping in this bed with you guys again. It
was nice, but one night dreaming I was a sardine in its little box is
more than enough for me, folks."
Wufei stared at the floor, pensive, reflexively biting his lower lip.
He didn't even have the time to propose to let them sleep together in
their bed while he returned to his own like he had intended to do. Duo
had flung a bundle of covers and sheets at Heero, and was loading his
arms with the pillows before he could find his words. The Chinese boy
blinked over his armful.
"Duo, what the hell are you doing?" asked calmly Yuy.
He was dragging the mattress on the floor. It landed with a loud thud,
on his feet, but didn't deter the tornado one second. The braided boy
propped up one side of the mattress and began to drag it through the door.
He had some trouble maneuvering the thing in the corridor, but finally
succeeded in making it fit, and dragged it to the staircase with a renewed
energy. The two Asian boys followed in confusion, exchanging startled
"Wu? Could you go to the living room and drag this little table with
the phone to the other side of the room, please? And just put your pillows
on the couch."
Bemused, Wufei obeyed. It was always funny to go along with Duo's ideas,
anyway. Well, most of the time. When he wasn't the target of said ideas.
After having thrown his armful on the couch, he put the little table as
far from the staircase as it was possible. If he read Duo correctly, the
mattress would go descending the stairs in a few minutes. Gods, but the
thing was hideous, what with its twisted-over legs and the little crochet
tablemat. Would not have been a big loss if the mattress ended up crushing
it, but still, the house wasn't theirs after all.
"OK!!" he called.
The mattress went rolling on its edge, then crashed on the floor once
it was free of the walls of the staircase. Duo went bounding down the
stairs after it, and dragged it with enthusiasm between the low couch
and the fireplace. He passed Heero running, bounding up, and they heard
his feet slap against the planks and a door opening with a bang. A minute
later, he was back with Wufei's mattress in tow.
"Pyjama party!! Ain't it a great idea? Go fetch your pillow, Wu-love,
we've got to make this as comfortable as possible!"
The Chinese boy started. Wu-love? And Duo hadn't even seemed to realize
he had called him by that pet name...
He had a pet name. He didn't know if he should feel annoyed or all fuzzy
inside; feeling fuzzy didn't seem very becoming for a serious young man
like he was... But hell, it was what he was feeling anyway, so there.
He bit the inside of his cheek and stalked up the stairs.
"I could learn to really love this," sighed Duo contentedly.
He stretched and let himself fall flat on his back, arms crossed behind
his head. The low and fluffy couch provided a very comfortable headrest,
and the two mattresses crammed between it and the chimney were so covered
in comforters and pillows that it looked more like a nest than like any
kind of human bedding. Near from their feet, the fire danced merrily in
the depths of the chimney, not close enough to burn, just to warm them
nicely. Sitting cross-legged at his right, Wufei was staring at its orange
and red depths, looking hypnotized. The flames made his skin glow in warm
tones, and his dark eyes seemed softer. There were bangs escaping from
his ponytail, framing his face, erasing the usual harshness of his features.
His knee was brushing against Duo's hip, and the braided boy wanted to
purr. It was so perfect. Even more perfect when he looked left, because
on the left, there Heero was, leaning against the couch, his eyes half-closed,
dozing off, his hands crossed on his belly, near enough that he could
feel his warmth against his side. Rrowr.
Well, it would be better if he didn't know too well that Wufei didn't
lean back and enjoy the comfort because he was too tense for that, which
Duo couldn't see because the man had control of his body language, but
could feel anyway. He didn't know yet what to do to make them relax in
each other's presence, but he thought about it, and he thought hard.
Heero was voluntarily acting laid-back to show that he accepted Wufei
being so close in an intimate situation, but the Chinese pilot wasn't
sure yet that it was true. He was acting skittish, in a way, always checking
with Heero's reactions to his acts to see if he hadn't passed a line.
Duo hoped he would accept that he was here to stay and had as much the
right as the other boy to be in this relationship. But in a way, he knew
that it wasn't quite true. Because if Heero hadn't proposed, the said
relationship would never have begun. And if Heero decided to change his
mind, it would all crumble. Wufei knew that Duo wasn't a problem, because
he knew that the braided boy loved them both equally, but Heero tolerated
him like someone who had to be tolerated for Duo's sake, nothing more.
Or so the Chinese boy thought. The American had caught more than once,
and before even he told Heero about his love for the both of them, an
amused, sorta condescending, and somewhat affectionate look on his face
when the two Asians had just had a disagreement, and Wufei turned away
to leave, in annoyance if he had lost or in pride if he had won.
Heero liked Wufei, Duo could tell. Now, how he liked him was another matter
entirely. If it was friendship, or a sort of brotherly thing, or a strange
Damn. It was too late and he had worked too long today to think about
that. Time to get to sleep. His brain was thinking fuzzy thoughts, sure
sign that he should rest.
Fighting the sleepiness, he sat up in a leap, making Wufei start and Heero
glance at him, puzzled.
"I wanna sleep."
And before one of them could ask him what was preventing him from doing
so, he had grabbed Wufei by the neck and had fallen on his back again,
dragging him after him.
"Hey!!" protested the boy.
"You go to sleep too. I need cuddles to fall asleep, so there,"
he added, mock-pouting. The Chinese boy snorted at his antics, a little
ill at ease anyway.
He snuggled against Wufei's side, snaking an arm around his torso, then
looked back. Heero was observing them, unreadable.
"What are you waiting for?" Duo asked in mock-annoyance. He
indicated with his chin that Heero was to come nearer, then, as he didn't
comply fast enough, the braided boy rolled on his back, caught Heero's
arm, wound it around his chest, then turned around again to cuddle against
Wufei, making the Japanese boy spoon him.
Duo sighed happily. "There is no way I'm sleeping alone ever again,"
he informed his two boyfriends, his voice muffled in Wufei's shoulder.
Heero laughed and wriggled closer, molding his front to Duo's back.
Wow. The best of two worlds. His head on a strong shoulder, his arms around
someone's waist, and a hard body plastered against his backside at the
same time. Heaven.
"No way in hell..." repeated the braided boy, feeling the first
stirrings of sleep invading his mind.
Wufei sighed, relaxing slowly into the embrace. He was still unused to
being so intimate, to have the right to be so intimate, with the boy he
had been crushing on for so long. And it had been even longer since he
had touched someone as intimately.
His mother had stopped hugging and cuddling him when he had been about
six, and his father had never done it to begin with. Then there was Meiran,
who had been supposed to be his wife, but with whom he had never even
shared a bed. They had been supposed to, and had had many angry talks
about the invisible line not to cross ever, but finally he had just gone
to sleep elsewhere... to find out that she had done the same, anyway.
Never used marital bed... The only contact he had ever had with her had
been the fight, her fists on his belly, his own against her cheek. And
those rare encounters after their most intense fights, which couldn't
really be called making love. Mating, probably, or something like that.
Even then, the contacts hadn't been tender at all.
In a family of Chinese descent and culture, you didn't hug or kiss. You
bowed, you nodded. You didn't touch. Ever. What a shock it had been for
him the first time Duo had glomped him after a battle, the second or so
they had fought together. He had pushed him back, violently, just refraining
himself from hitting because the braided boy hadn't meant anything by
the gesture, had just let loose some of the battle excitement he still
felt coursing in his veins. Miffed by the rejection, Duo had decided to
make it his personal goal to hug him as often as he could, to relax him.
After a while in which he had discovered that Maxwell was about the most
stubborn person in the galaxy, Wufei had just stopped trying to escape
his clutches and had let himself be hugged, just waiting for it to stop.
After another while, he had found out that he kind of liked it.
After yet another while, he had realized that he would have wanted it
to be more. More contact, for longer, maybe a different kind of hug too.
Totally floored by that realization, he had avoided Duo for a while, trying
to make sense of this strange attraction. Then he had admitted to himself
what he felt. But by then it was too late; Duo had been with Heero. The
braided boy still hugged him every time he got the chance, but Wufei just
went back to his old way of bearing the hug, stiff and distant, just counting
the seconds until it finally ended, not letting himself appreciate it
too much. Maxwell was Yuy's from now on. Off limits.
Not as if the enthusiastic pilot could like a sarcastic, cold, haughty
boy like himself in any other way than as a sort of friend.
A lock of dark gold hair slid against his cheek, tickling his nose. Wufei
lifted a hand and caught it between his fingers, letting the soft strands
slide against his rough fingertips. Duo mumbled and his hand slid to Wufei's
belly, and the Chinese boy sighed silently, a tiny smile on his lips.
The hug was definitely not one of the kind you submitted your just-friends
On a whim, he rolled on his side to press his chest against Duo's, sliding
an arm around his waist to hug back.
And froze. He had brushed against Heero's arm. Startled, he glanced over
Duo's shoulder, to see dark blue eyes looking back. He removed his arm,
awkwardly letting it fall on his own hip, but Duo's arm made it not very
comfortable. He wanted to bend it to rest his hand on Duo's shoulder,
but the contact would probably wake the boy up.
Damn. And why couldn't he put his arm around Duo's waist too? he thought
with annoyance. Just because Heero's arm was already there... There was
enough place. He just had to hug higher, that was all.
He carefully slid his arm around Duo's torso, stupidly ashamed because
he knew that Heero was awake, and was looking at him putting the moves
on Duo. But the braided boy was his boyfriend too now, he had a right
to hug him back! Annoyed at himself as much as at Heero for his supposed
thoughts, he closed his eyes, nesting his hand just under Duo's braid.
Heero smirked awkwardly. His own hand was closed on Duo's braid, only
two folds higher. He toyed with the idea of letting it go, knowing that
if Wufei moved his hand they would touch, but finally he didn't move.
If he moved now Wufei would feel it and know that they were nearly touching
anyway. And, hell, they were sleeping in the same bed, of course they
could end up touching! He didn't have cooties anyway, so there wasn't
a problem. Damn, they had even slept in each other's arms yesterday, so
he didn't understand why he was feeling so skittish now. It was stupid.
Damn his emotions.
He closed his eyes too, gently kissing Duo's nape as was his pre-sleep
ritual, and wondering about a time where Wufei and him would feel comfortable
enough in each other's presence that they wouldn't fear end up in contact.
He didn't get to really sleep until much later.
Heero woke up to the smell of toasts and coffee.
'Damn, how does he do that?' he wondered when he realized that Duo had
escaped from between the two other boys without even waking them up. Hard
thing to do when he had been sandwiched between them, their arms around
... oh. Oops.
Wufei's arm was resting on Heero's hip, Heero's wrist brushing against
the Chinese boy's torso. The messy-haired pilot swore. How was he to disengage
without waking the other boy up? He froze, embarrassed, totally undecided,
unable to find a way.
Black, slanted eyes fluttered open, slowly. And then widened when the
face that greeted them wasn't the one he had been waiting for. And Heero
looked as flushed as he felt. Shit. He froze for a second, then began
to lift his arm, realizing with shame the place it had been resting over.
Damn, and for a moment, before being totally awake, he had enjoyed the
contact, thinking it was Duo... Damn damn damn!
"Wow, that's such an erotic picture you're making together like that,
resting face to face and barely touching at all... Methinks I should take
a picture. A life-sized poster of you two would look good in DeathScythe's
The two Asian boys jumped out of the bed-nest faster than if it had been
on fire, their faces red. Bent over the couch's back, Duo was laughing
his ass off at them, tears of mirth in his eyes, pointing to them and
clapping his thigh.
"You..." growled Yuy, advancing menacingly. Wufei imitated him
on his other side, cutting Duo off from another escape route.
'Mission accomplished,' thought Duo while running away from the two homicidal
boys. 'Now they're not worrying about waking up together anymore... But
how the hell am I gonna get out of there alive?
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