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Haven + Part 4
Duo sat huddled at one end
of the small couch, watching Wufei bustle around the kitchenette making
hot chocolate. Dusk was beginning to fall, and with it, the temperature.
For that, Duo was grateful. The midday sun had turned the cabin into an
oven, and while Wufei's swimming lessons had taught him how to stay afloat
and swim short distances, he still wasn't comfortable enough to go out
on deck where it was cooler.
The braided pilot yawned and turned his gaze back to the darkening purple
sky. It was very peaceful, being out here on the lake, but he had to admit,
it was kind of boring as well. If only he had a book to read...
"Here, Duo," Wufei said, breaking him out of his thoughts. Duo
looked up to see the Chinese pilot holding a mug out to him.
"Thanks," the braided teen mumbled, blushing as he took the
cup. He sipped on it in silence, avoiding Wufei's gaze. Neither he nor
the dark-haired teen had mentioned the kiss they'd shared. Duo grew warm
just thinking about it. He glanced at Wufei again. The Shenlong pilot
was fiddling with his laptop with an unreadable expression on his face.
Duo wished he knew what the other teen was thinking. Was he, too, thinking
about the kiss? Duo sighed dejectedly and turned his eyes to stare down
at his hot chocolate.
A sudden noise emanating from the laptop caused him to jump slightly.
He looked up, eyes open wide with amazement. His favorite vid program
was playing on the screen. He turned his startled gaze to Wufei.
"How did you get that?" he asked.
Wufei shrugged. "There's a dish on top of the houseboat. I just connected
it to my laptop. You were looking a little bored, and I knew this was
your favorite show..." The Chinese pilot trailed off, looking somewhat
Duo smiled. Wufei had been paying attention to him after all. Maybe...
maybe Wufei really did like him. He watched the other teen sit down on
the other end of the couch as far away from Duo as possible. The braided
boy frowned. That just wouldn't do.
Setting his mug on the floor, Duo crawled across the couch to sit on his
knees next to the Chinese boy. Wufei turned his head to look at him.
"What is it, Maxwell?" he growled halfheartedly.
Duo stared at him without speaking for a long moment. Just as Wufei opened
his mouth to speak again, Duo launched himself at the dark-eyed pilot.
He wrapped his arms tightly around Wufei's neck and squeezed his eyes
shut before any tears could leak out. He didn't know what had come over
him. He had been planning on teasing Wufei to try and get a smile out
of the stoic boy, but staring into those dark, chocolate eyes, he had
been overcome with emotion. A strong wave of unfamiliar feelings had threatened
to sweep him away, and so he had reached out to the one anchor he knew
could keep him grounded.
"Duo?" Wufei asked, wrapping his own arms around the boy's body.
The braided teen sniffed and clutched tighter. "Thank you,"
he whispered softly.
"For caring. No one's cared for me in such a long time... I'd almost
forgotten what it felt like."
Wufei held him for a moment longer before gently pulling him away. He
reached up to wipe away one lone tear that had fallen onto Duo's smooth
cheek. "How could I not care? You're beautiful, both inside and out."
Both boys blushed at those words. "You're an easy person to love,
Duo. Anyone who can't see that is a fool."
Duo blushed warmly, looking down at his hands. 'Wait a minute - did I
just hear that right? Did he just say... love?' He glanced back up to
see Wufei watching him intently. 'Surely he didn't mean it that
way. No one can love me. I can't let them. Anyone who loves me dies. I
can't - I won't let that happen to Wufei as well.'
But gazing into the Chinese boy's dark eyes, Duo felt it was already too
late. Before being stuck together on this floating deathtrap, Duo had
certainly been attracted to the other pilot. But now, after spending several
days in such close proximity, and having Wufei take care of him, and the
kiss - Duo had lost his heart to the dark-haired boy. And while he prayed
that Wufei hadn't done the same, deep down he harbored the hope that the
Chinese pilot did feel something for him as well. They'd both been alone
for too long. This bloody war could easily destroy them. But together
- together they would be stronger. And perhaps, having someone to love
could help them come out of this war alive and a little less emotionally
scarred than if they were alone.
"Duo?" Wufei's concerned voice broke him out of his reverie
The braided pilot offered him a smile. "I'm okay. I was just thinking."
"May I ask what about?"
Duo shrugged. "Just stuff. You mostly, and about how lucky I am to
be stuck out here with you. Heero probably would have tossed me overboard
long before now."
Wufei grunted. "Baka. I'm the lucky one. Now be quiet and settle
down. You're missing your show."
The Chinese pilot drew Duo down into a sitting position next to him and
wrapped one arm around the braided boy's shoulders. Duo snuggled happily
into the crook of Wufei's arm as he turned his attention to the program.
He would worry about love later. Right now, he was content just to be
close to the other boy. Nearly two hours later, Wufei looked down at the
boy resting on his shoulder. Duo had fallen asleep about twenty minutes
before, clutching onto him like a security blanket. The Chinese pilot
smiled softly as he reached out to brush Duo's bangs out of his face.
'Poor kid. Swimming must have really worn him out,' he thought, trying
to get Duo into a sitting position without waking him up. He managed to
slither out of Duo's grasp without awakening him. Duo whimpered in protest
at the loss of the warm body beside him. Inwardly, Wufei made the same
He walked over to his laptop and shut it down, then headed for the sink
in the kitchenette. He stumbled the last few steps as the boat rocked
on the water. Peering out the window at the darkened sky, he frowned.
There were no stars shining, and the wind was picking up. The water was
getting choppier by the minute.
'Looks like it's going to storm. I'd better get Duo into bed, then secure
the boat,' he thought as he filled a glass with some water and grabbed
one of Duo's anti-nausea pills.
He walked back to the couch as carefully as possible with the deck rolling
beneath him. But as he approached the sleeping figure on the couch, he
had to pause. He'd seen Duo asleep before, but lying on the couch, curled
up like a kitten with a soft smile on his face, Duo looked like an angel.
Wufei's heart melted at the sight. His breath caught in his throat as
a multitude of feelings swelled through him - admiration for the boy's
courage, pride for facing his fears, friendship, devotion, and... something
else. Something he hadn't felt since Meiran had died. Something he wanted,
but was afraid to face.
Wufei closed his eyes and pushed all those feelings aside. They could
wait until after everything was secure. Right now, he wanted to get Duo
into bed and asleep before the storm arrived. With any luck, the braided
pilot would sleep right through it. The water was bound to get rough tonight.
He didn't want Duo to wake up and be afraid of the boat as it rocked on
Reaching out, he gently shook Duo's shoulder. The long-haired pilot stirred
slightly, mumbling in his sleep.
Wufei tried again. "Duo, I need you to wake up."
One violet eye opened part way, looking up at him in confusion. "'Fei?
Wh' time is it?" he asked sleepily.
"Time for bed. You've had a long day. You need to take your pill
and get some sleep. Can you sit up?"
Duo nodded sleepily and pushed himself up. Wufei pressed the pill into
Duo's hand. The braided boy swallowed it, Wufei holding the glass so he
could chase it down with the water. Once that task was accomplished, the
dark-haired teen set the glass aside and pulled his partner to his feet.
Duo swayed groggily for a moment, but managed to keep his balance.
"Come on, Duo. Let's get you into bed," Wufei said, guiding
the boy through the cabin and into the bedroom. Duo followed obediently,
still half asleep.
They reached the bedroom without incident. Wufei flipped on the overhead
light and led Duo over to the bed. He set the American down on the edge
of the bed, then, after a moment's hesitation, began divesting the braided
boy of his clothing. Duo allowed himself to be undressed, lifting his
limbs when required. His eyes were closed, and Wufei wondered if he had
fallen asleep during the process.
When Duo had been stripped down to his boxers, Wufei maneuvered him onto
the bed, blushing as he touched the other boy's bare skin. He pulled up
the covers around the sleeping pilot and turned to leave when Duo's voice
"Where do you sleep? If there's only one bed, it isn't fair for me
to use it all the time. We could take turns or... I wouldn't mind sharing."
Wufei's heart flipped at Duo's offer. He'd love nothing more than to share
the small bed with the American, feeling Duo's warmth curled up next to
his body as he had been on the couch. For a moment, he was tempted to
take Duo up on his offer, but he knew the violet-eyed boy might regret
it in the morning. The braided pilot was half-asleep and might not be
fully aware of what he was saying. Besides, Wufei wasn't entirely sure
he could control himself if he and Duo were to share the same bed. The
Deathscythe pilot evoked such strong feelings in him that he was afraid
what he might do if he found himself sleeping next to Duo.
"The couch folds out into a bed," he answered the sleepy boy.
"It's quite comfortable. Don't worry about me."
"Okay," Duo said, sounding almost unhappy - or was that Wufei's
imagination? "G'night 'Fei."
The Chinese boy stood watching the American sleep for a long moment before
clicking out the light with a sigh and closing the door behind him.
"Good night, Duo."
Wufei jerked awake, breathing heavily. He blinked for a moment, trying
to get his bearings. Outside, a streak of lightning flashed across the
sky, lighting up the darkened room. The wind was howling outside and rain
was battering the roof of the cabin. The boat rocked almost violently
on the waves being produced by the storm. Wufei turned on the sofa bed
to glance at the clock. 3 A.M. Sighing, he sat up, knowing that now he
was awake, the noise of the storm would prevent him from falling asleep
Thunder crashed outside again. This time, another noise followed it. Wufei
froze, trying to figure out what he'd just heard. He was about to write
off the sound as a figment of his imagination when another clap of thunder
boomed overhead. Again he heard the noise - a low, keening wail came from
the direction of the bedroom. His eyes widened. Duo.
As quickly as he could manage in the rolling darkness, the Chinese pilot
stumbled across the cabin. He pushed the door to the bedroom open just
as another bolt of lightning raced across the sky, illuminating the dark
room. In that brief moment, Wufei saw Duo's form flailing amongst the
blankets. The braided boy was in the grips of a nightmare it seemed. Another
burst of thunder echoed through the sky as Duo's head thrashed about on
"Father... Sister... no!" he cried out in his sleep, sounding
like a small, frightened child.
Wufei wasted no time in crossing the short distance to the bed. He sat
on the edge and grabbed for Duo's writhing shoulders.
"Duo! Duo! Wake up. It's just a dream," the dark-haired teen
said, shaking the other boy gently.
" 'S my fault. I'm so sorry," Duo muttered, not waking up.
Wufei shook harder. "Duo! Wake up!"
Scared violet eyes flew open. For a moment, the boy looked around wildly,
not remembering where he was. Then his eyes focused on Wufei's face.
" 'Fei?" he asked plaintively.
Wufei pulled the frightened boy up into his arms and rubbed soothing circles
along his back. "Shhh. It's all right now, Duo. You were having a
nightmare. But it's over now. You're awake and your dreams can't hurt
Duo sobbed in his arms for a long time. Wufei simply held him, rocking
him back and forth gently as the storm continued to rage outside. Another
clap of thunder caused the braided boy in his arms to jump.
"It's okay, Duo. It's just a storm," Wufei said soothingly,
squeezing his arms tighter.
"A... a storm?" Duo sniffed. "In my dream... the thunder
sounded like explosions."
Wufei drew back to look down at Duo's pale face in the dim cabin light.
He reached up to wipe Duo's tears away, his breath catching in his throat
as Duo unconsciously nuzzled his hand.
"D...do you think you'll be okay now, Duo?" he stammered, glad
that the lack of light was hiding his blush.
Duo nodded but clutched tightly to Wufei's arm. "Please... stay with
"Please? Until the storm breaks?"
Wufei sighed softly, then nodded. Duo shifted on the bed, making room
for the Chinese teen to lie down next to him. They lay in silence for
a long while as the storm raged overhead. Duo had curled up on his side
as close to Wufei as possible, as if taking comfort in the dark-haired
boy's presence. Wufei lay facing Duo, unsure of what to do with his arms.
Slowly he moved them to encircle Duo's body. The braided boy sighed happily
and snuggled into his embrace.
After a while, after another loud clap of thunder had caused them both
to jump, Wufei asked, "Why are you afraid of storms, Duo?"
The slender youth in his arms shrugged. "I'm not, really. I kinda
like storms actually. It's just... the thunder sounds so much like the
explosions when..." his voice trailed off.
"When what?" When Duo didn't answer him, he drew the boy closer.
"If you don't want to talk about it..."
"No. I do. But it's hard for me." Violet eyes sought chocolate
ones in the near darkness. "I've never told anyone before."
"Then you honor me again," Wufei replied, then waited for Duo
to begin his tale.
"I never had a family - a real family I mean. For a while I thought
I had found one with Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. I loved them both
so much. But I shouldn't have. Everyone I've ever loved has died."
"Tell me, Wufei, have you ever heard of the Maxwell Church Massacre?"
"Of course. Every school child on L5 knew of it. All those children..."
Eyes opened wide as realization hit him. "Ancestors! But I thought
there were no survivors."
"There was one," Duo sad mournfully. "I can still hear
the explosions in my dreams sometimes."
"I'm so sorry, Duo," Wufei murmured, resting his cheek on the
top of Duo's head. His heart ached for the boy in his arms. Duo had lost
everyone he'd ever loved. Understanding began to creep in as he held the
boy. What a lonely life the American must have had. No wonder he was so
loud, talkative, and friendly to everyone he met. He wanted to draw attention
to himself so he wouldn't be lonely anymore. Wufei frowned and vowed Duo
would never have to be lonely again.
Hot drops of water began to seep through the cotton shirt he was wearing.
He looked down to see Duo trembling in his arms as if trying not to cry.
"Duo, shhh. It's okay now. You're here with me and your dreams can't
hurt you," he sad again, reaching up with one hand to wipe away an
"But I can't forget, 'Fei," Duo whispered. "The explosions,
the cries of the children - they're echoing through my head." Thunder
boomed overhead once more, causing the braided pilot to cry out. He clutched
at Wufei's shirt. "Please, 'Fei. Make me forget."
Wufei swallowed as he realized what Duo was asking. His body reacted immediately
to the fey boy's words. His mouth went dry. Every cell in his body was
screaming at him to say yes, to take this boy in his arms, and chase away
the demons that plagued him. But he couldn't. He valued his friendship
with the American pilot too much to take advantage of him in this manner.
"Duo, you don't know what you're asking," he said, gently trying
to extract himself from Duo's grasp.
The braided pilot held on tight to Wufei's shirt, refusing to let go.
"Yes, I do," he replied, then moved his lips to meet Wufei's.
The Chinese boy gasped as Duo's mouth covered his own. Duo took the opportunity
to slip his tongue into Wufei's mouth, caressing his tongue in slow but
urgent strokes. Wufei tried not to respond, but the taste of Duo combined
with the little noises the American was making proved to be his undoing.
He pressed back against Duo's mouth, their kiss becoming more heated as
their tongues warred for dominance. Without realizing what he was doing,
the Chinese pilot eased Duo onto his back, half-covering the boy's body
with his own.
Duo's hands wandered along Wufei's back, tracing random patterns through
the cotton shirt. When the boy's small hands slid under his shirt to meet
bare skin, Wufei gasped in shock, pulling his mouth away from Duo's.
"Duo, we can't," he gasped, trying not to think about how good
the American felt squirming beneath him.
"Please, 'Fei." Duo pleaded, kissing Wufei's throat.
Wufei suppressed a moan. "But Duo, you're not thinking clearly. You
could regret this in the morning."
Duo reached up to make Wufei look down into his eyes. "I won't. I
run and hide, but I don't lie." He wriggled beneath the dark-haired
boy, causing them both to groan. "Please, 'Fei. I just need to forget.
I just need to feel loved again, if only for one night. Please."
Wufei stared down at his would-be lover for a long time. Duo was so beautiful.
And he deserved to be loved. Wufei didn't know if he could grant the kind
of love he knew the other boy deserved, but if Duo wanted him to love
him, if only for this one night, how could he say no? He could never deny
Duo stared up at him with unwavering eyes. Wufei knew the boy was waiting
for an answer. Smiling softly, he took one of Duo's hands in his own,
and answered him with a kiss.
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