Walls Come Tumbling Down
And when the walls come
I will always be around
People don't know about
The things I say and do
They don't understand
About the shit that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone
I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all the things I've missed
Oh, somehow I know
There's more to life than this
-- "Only God Knows Why", Kid Rock
Wufei had a headache. A big one. He could feel it pulsing and throbbing
at his temples, a demon crying for release. Something that he blatantly
refused to give it. Wufei didn't believe in aspirin. There wasn't any
type of pain that he couldn't handle on his own. Any type of physical
pain, at least. Matters of the heart and soul were different things entirely.
Grumbling under his breath, Wufei fumbled to insert his office key into
the keyhole. He kept missing and jamming his fingers against cold metal.
It didn't cause him any great pain, of course, but the sheer number of
FAULTS he was making frustrated him to no end. Today was not going to
be one of his better days.
After what seemed like an eternity, he managed to get the damned door
open and enter his office, kicking the door shut with his foot to simply
relish the loud bang it made and the way the walls trembled slightly with
the aftershocks. Sally was always joking about what a notorious door-slammer
Wufei was and how they were going to have to get him an office with stronger
walls before he ended up bringing the entire Preventers building down
around their ears. Wufei always rolled his eyes at such a silly prospect
but today it seemed more likely than usual that he was going to cause
damage to SOMETHING. Or someone.
//I shouldn't be like this// he told himself as he tossed his bag to the
farthest corner of the office and plopped himself down in his chair. //I
shouldn't be frozen in a perpetual state of rage. I should be content
that everything is finally over. All over.//
The war had ended. The Gundam Altron Custom was lying in ruins in a forest
in China. Wufei was free from the vise of constant battle. Nataku's spirit
was free from where he had had it caged in his heart, not out of malevolence,
but out of longing. And out of love.
Wufei buried his face in his hands, fingers digging into his bronze flesh.
If someone saw him, he knew that it would probably look like he was some
psycho trying to pull his own face off.
//Hah, if only they knew//
But what he REALLY wanted to do was bang his head on the desk until he
could knock some figurative sense into himself. Or get rid of throbbing
headache pulsing angrily at his temples. But was it really the headache
that was bothering him? Physical pain was such a petty thing, nothing
that couldn't be dealt with if one had a sound, enlightened mind and the
strength to take care of oneself. Wufei never obsessed over whatever injuries
- minor or major - that plagued his body. His humiliating defeat by Treize
Kushrenada was more agonizing than the time his martial arts master had
broken Wufei's arm to teach the reluctant student what overzealous opponents
would to a member of the Dragon Clan that refused to fight.
No, it wasn't the headache that was burdening him - hindering his ability
to work, to function, to LIVE. The source of this endless pain was his
soul, his heart.
//What in the world is wrong with me? Everyone else has found their niche
in life. Duo has Hilde and the salvage yard. Trowa and Quatre have each
other. Relena, Zechs, and everyone else have their projects, their work.
Wufei suddenly felt all his mindless rage escape him in a weary sigh,
trickling out of his system and leaving a horrible weakness in its wake.
His elbows wobbled slightly, and he had no other choice but to lower his
head to his desk, resting his cheek against the cool mahogany wood. A
calm fell over his office as the fiery blood of rage stopped pounding
in his ears. He could vaguely hear the voices of the other Preventers
talking amongst each other in the main room, most of them getting ready
to go home for the day. Wufei never went home when the others did. He
never did anything the others did.
Slowly, he let his misted onyx eyes slip closed, shutting out the sight
of the bland white wall of his office. Thoughts raced through his mind,
jabbering on about the report he needed to write, or the fact that he
hadn't eaten supper yet. Then, thankfully, blissfully, the millions of
scurrying details of life dissipated into nothing, and his mind just became
a complete blank. His breathing become deep and even, his heartbeat slow
and steady. But his mind didn't just shut down completely; it never did.
Wufei couldn't remember the last time he had truly "rested." Sleep was
a pleasure that he had been denied for as long as he could recall.
But for now, he had the silence, he had the absence of thought and feeling,
and that was enough.
Wufei knew the minute Heero entered his office.
A strange thing, since it wasn't like Heero was senselessly loud, not
like Duo. Heero was quiet, true, but there were many different kinds of
"quiet." Trowa was calm quiet. Quatre was sweet quiet. Duo wasn't quiet
at all. Wufei was violent quiet. Heero was
dangerous quiet. A silent
rebel. Yes, Heero and Wufei's types of "quiet" went hand in hand.
Maybe that's why Heero could never hide his presence from Wufei.
Wufei sensed rather than heard the doorknob turning, not making a sound
in the silence since Wufei had made goddamn SURE that the blasted thing
wouldn't greet him with annoying squeaks whenever he entered or exited
his office. The door opened slowly, but there was no meekness or timidity
in that gesture. No fear of being yelled at. It was this complete absence
of the scent of fear that had become one of Heero's distinguishing traits.
The door made one single creak as it opened only wide enough for a slender
young man to ease himself through. At the sound of the creak, Wufei normally
would have already had his gun in his hand and trained on the individual
who had dared to intrude on his privacy. But this time he didn't. His
hands remained limp, resting on the desktop with the fingers slightly
curled, nerveless and immobile. He just lay there with his head still
on his desk, feeling Heero's presence slowly creep into the office, filling
the most distant corners of the room. Heero carried himself in a way that
no other could hope to imitate. His presence in a room sang of strength,
but was a rather melancholy tune, as if he lamented the power he had been
And of course, there was Heero's own personal scent. Dark, dangerous,
and erotic in the air. So wonderfully uniquely, so deeply arousing. Like
sex on the beach. Or rather, sex in an OZ prison cell, for that was the
first place they had "done it" together.
Both of pairs of hands were bound by unbreakable manacles, denying them
the simple joy of touch, but they had still had plenty to work with. Heero
had straddled Wufei's lap, his shackled hands pressed flat against the
wall above the other boy's head, out of the way while he rode him. First
his thrusts had been slow, measured, painfully perfect and delightfully
torturous, leaving Wufei to bite his tongue to avoid screaming for more.
Wufei's own hands had been wrapped around Heero's swollen sex, pumping
it in time with the other boy's thrusts, his own form of silent torture.
It didn't take long for Heero's pace to pick up - to become wild and out-of-control,
grinding his hips against the other pilot's, breath coming in short, fast
gasps. Wufei couldn't resist thrusting up into the luscious, tight heat
that had him cradled inside it. So hot and blinding, this pleasure consuming
his senses. So forbidden. So good.
He had received the undeniable honor of hearing Heero Yuy scream his name
in erotic pleasure as the boy climaxed, the cords of his throat throbbing
as he flung his head back. Wufei had rocked forward to suckle on the soft,
salty flesh of Heero's neck as he felt the other boy's muscles suddenly
clamp down on him, the throbbing passage becoming even more wonderfully
tight than before. Groaning into Heero's neck, Wufei had thrust up hard,
impaling the boy completely before releasing himself deep inside Heero.
How brief, their little torrid relationship had been. One heated encounter
in an OZ prison cell. But Wufei was almost ashamed to say that he had
enjoyed every fleeting moment of it, everything from the sticky evidence
of their passions on his hands to the way Heero had held him close afterwards,
kissing him gently. He tried to fight the thoughts of Heero that clouded
his mind after the war had ended, but all his efforts were in vain. He
wanted the boy, and the need pulsing in his soul was like no other.
That was what seemed to be a long time ago. Too long.
//Why has he come back now? And to me, of all people? What have I to offer
Wufei's heart skipped a beat as a blush fought to heat his skin. He knew
he had at least ONE thing to offer Heero
The shutting of his office door awakened him from his reflections. The
sound was needlessly loud. Deliberately loud. In other words, Heero's
way of announcing his presence without having to say anything - demanding
to be recognized.
Normally, Wufei would never respond to such an order, albeit a silent
one. If one wished to be deferred to by Chang Wufei, they had to work
to earn his respect first. But this wasn't just anyone. This was Heero
Slowly, he raised his head from the desktop, eyes drifting to the figure
leaning against his closed door. Prussian blue met ink black as Heero
locked his calm - if not defiant - gaze with Wufei's. Heero's mop of dark
brown hair hung into his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice. Wufei swore
that nothing could perturb this young man.
"Heero," Wufei said flatly, eyes narrowing into a glare that wasn't quite
a glare. "I see you've finally returned from your journey into the great
The other man didn't make a reply, but Wufei hadn't really been expecting
"Where have you been?" Wufei asked, feigning disinterest as he picked
up a pen that was lying discarded on his desktop.
"Places," Heero answered shortly as he wandered further into Wufei's office,
hands in his pockets, eyes roving over the featureless walls with the
same intensity which he studied everything, as if a blank wall held the
same importance as a wall with lavish decorations.
"That tells me a whole lot," Wufei commented dryly, wondering what he
could do to make himself look busy. "For a while, Duo and Quatre were
yanking their hair out by the roots wondering where you had run off to."
"I wasn't running," Heero said coldly, leaning against the wall and folding
his arms across his chest, wrinkling his denim jacket and green tank top.
"Of COURSE not," Wufei responded, surprised at the bitterness he felt
seeping into his voice.
//Damn you, Heero. Had to come visit during one of my endless bouts of
"You're angry with me," Heero suddenly observed, blue eyes uncomfortably
Wufei snorted, twirling the pen around in an attempt to occupy his idle
hands. "Now why would I waste my time being angry with you? It's not like
you would care anyways."
"Hn. You might be surprised," Heero said mysteriously as he pushed away
from the wall and walked leisurely across the carpet in front of Wufei's
desk, whose owner was trying very hard to ignore how the muscles of the
other man's legs bunched and flexed within their denim constraints.
//Damn. Could his jeans BE any tighter?//
Wufei couldn't help letting his eyes wander to the rounded curve of Heero's
backside, remembering how hot and tight the other boy was inside, the
constricting heat wrapping around and stroking his sensitive flesh while
he was sheathed within him
"Do you have some business down here, Yuy?" Wufei demanded, frustrated
with the fact that after all these years, his desire for Heero was still
burning red hot. "I can't work with you prancing around my office."
"I'm sorry," Heero said flatly, eyes flickering towards Wufei. "Am I distracting
you from twirling your pen around and around?"
Wufei's jaw clenched, and he pointed to the closed door with said pen.
"Go home, Heero," he ordered, onyx eyes flashing angrily.
"I don't have a home," Heero said in a monotone, eyes still locked fearlessly
"Then go somewhere else," Wufei snapped heartlessly. "I have a report
to write and you're distracting me."
"Why did you join the Preventers?" Heero suddenly asked, stalking over
until he was standing right in front of Wufei's desk, staring intensely
down at the ex-Gundam pilot.
Wufei glowered up at him. "I don't have to explain myself to you."
" Heero said warningly.
The Chinese pilot's jaw clenched. He hated it when people said his name
like that. With particular stress on the "Wu" part.
A sharp retort rose to his lips, and he was about to give it voice when
he suddenly saw a strange emotion flickering in the fathomless depths
of Heero's Prussian blue eyes, cautiously peering from its place at the
bottom of the ex-soldier's heart. Wufei didn't know what it was, but it
killed the harsh words on his tongue.
He tore his gaze away from Heero's eyes and studied the clutter on his
desktop. "It wasn't like I had anywhere else to go," he said, trying to
make his voice as monotonous as possible.
"Hn," Heero grunted, suddenly shifting so that he was half-leaning/half-sitting
on the edge of Wufei's desk, one well-muscled leg dangling off the edge
while the other was somewhat propped up on the mahogany desk, carefully
situated so it didn't knock over the canister of pens and pencils that
Wufei had resting on the desktop.
Wufei blinked in surprise as the body he had been shamelessly admiring
seconds before was suddenly so much closer than he would have liked. Fantasies
of pushing Heero down onto the desktop and ravaging him right there in
the office floated through Wufei's mind, but he hurriedly pushed them
Leaping up from his chair, Wufei moved stiffly to gather his things. "I'm
going home," he announced tightly.
Heero was unfazed. "Where do you live?" he asked calmly.
Wufei's heart suddenly started thudding loudly in his chest. "I
quarters here in the Preventers building."
//He better not ask to stay the night. There's only one bed. One SMALL
bed, and I'm already ready to jump his bones as it is
"I'm going with you," Heero suddenly declared. "I'd like to see the quarters
Wufei turned to the other man with a scowl on his face. "If you're thinking
about joining the Preventers, you can ask Une or Sally for the grand tour
Heero pivoted his head to look him right in the eye. "I'm going with you,"
he said firmly.
And so ended THAT conversation.
//What the hell am I doing?// Wufei wondered furiously as he fumbled with
the key to his quarters. //I KNOW what's going to happen if he stays the
night. But I
I WANT it to happen
maybe I can get him
to sleep in the bathtub or something
Wufei cast a sideways glance at where Heero was standing slightly behind
him, not TERRIBLY close but close enough that Wufei could feel gentle
waves of heat drifting off his body. It then occurred to him that it had
been a while since he had stood close enough to someone to actually feel
their body heat. And enjoyed it. Usually, being in such close proximity
to any person made him think of large crowds of hot, sweaty bodies. Wufei
hated crowds. And he hated sweat. Blood, sweat and tears. Precisely what
this new peaceful era had been built with.
"There," he grumbled to himself as he heard the lock open with an amused
click. He quickly rushed in so he wouldn't have to hold the door open
and risk the chances of Heero brushing against him.
He walked over the closet and quickly tossed his bag inside, trying not
to notice as Heero strode into the small room, closing the door with a
resounding click that seemed far too loud in the silence. Heero's scent
and presence were filling the cold, miniscule room with frightening swiftness.
They almost seemed to be making themselves comfortable.
"Roomy," Heero deadpanned, eyes taking in small quarters with the small,
neatly made bed against the one wall and the dark window that completely
filled the other wall. A door next to the closet lead to an adjoining
bathroom, but other than that, the room was featureless and miniscule.
"I know it's a little hole in the wall," Wufei grumbled as he shut the
closet door and leaned against, trying to put ask much distance between
himself and Heero as possible. "But it's MY little hole in the wall, and
it's all I need."
"Hn. All you need?" Heero echoed, his back to Wufei as he strode over
to the window, hands still shoved in his pockets, drawing the material
of his jeans taut over his backside.
Wufei wasn't sure precisely sure what Heero meant by that statement and
so he only watched as the other man raised his elbows and rested them
against the windowsill, the night surrounding his figure like a dark halo.
Silence reigned uncomfortably in the room. A siren sounded in the distance,
warbling as it drew closer and then farther and farther away until it
faded into nothing.
Finally, Wufei couldn't take the silence any longer. He cherished quiet
and peacefulness, but this was not peace that was settled in his soul.
It was unrest and edginess, and he was sure Heero was the cause of it.
"What are you doing here?" Wufei asked of Heero's back. "Does anyone else
know that the famous Heero Yuy has reemerged from the shadows?"
"No," Heero replied, not bothering to turn around.
Sloe-dark eyes blinked in surprise. "What? You mean you haven't gone to
see Duo or Relena yet?"
"No," was the deadpan answer.
"I was the first one you came to see?"
//What does it mean?//
"Why would you come to see me first?" Wufei demanded suspiciously.
"I had to come see you," Heero said, like it was the most obvious thing
in the world.
Wufei's heart skipped a beat. "You what?" he asked dumbly, voice quiet.
"Just what exactly do you think you're doing here, Wufei?" Heero suddenly
asked, whirling around so that his eyes locked onto the other man's.
Wufei's face darkened. "Doing where?"
An emotion that looked like anger crossed Heero's face. "Here," he clipped,
eyes panning around the small room even though he was referring to something
far more vast. "In the Preventers. Why did you join?"
"Sally asked me to," Wufei deadpanned.