Category: Shonen ai, Humor
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Summary: Set after Endless Waltz, under the assumption that the G-boys
are working for the Preventer's, Wufei and Duo are stuck together in...interesting
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing, it's characters, settings, Gundams, etc, do not
belong to me, we all know that.
In Close Quarters
laboratory was nearly empty, all the other doctors having fled as soon
as they could. There was nothing else they could do about the situation
until the next day, and, while they usually didn't mind staying in the
lab until all hours of the morning, caught up in this new experiment or
that new test, today staying any longer than necessary was more than their
nerves could handle.
The lone woman in the lab was standing in front of the round porthole
window of the quarantine chamber, wishing very much to follow in the doctor's
footsteps, or to be really anywhere at this moment in time than here.
"It'll only be for 48 hours," she said placating, "Was there anything
else you needed?"
"Yeah, I needed to say this sucks!"
Une sighed and rubbed her temples wearily. "Yes, Duo, so you've said several
times now. But there is nothing to be done for it. You'll just have to
wait it out. We'll be back in the morning with some breakfast for you
two, and the monitors were alert us if anything is wrong." She fled the
room quickly before Duo could offer up another barrage of protests.
"Please, don't let them be sick," she muttered under her breath. He'd
only been locked up for fifteen minutes at best. Two weeks of constant
surveillance throughout their illness and she'd probably be looking for
new doctors. The only question would be whether Duo killed them or they
killed themselves just to get away from him.
"This sucks," Duo muttered again, jerking on the too-large bottoms of
his pajamas as they sagged downward. "They could have at least gotten
us some decent clothes."
Wufei, sitting on the single bunk in his own pajamas, didn't bother to
look up from his magazine. "If you'd hold still, it wouldn't be a problem,"
he replied, flipping a page.
"I don't want to hold still!" Duo snarled. "I want to be in my own room,
taking my own shower and sleeping in my own bed! Instead, I get this room,
no shower and rock-hard slab masquerading as a mattress!" He flopped down
on the aforementioned 'slab' next to Wufei. The Chinese boy spared him
"It's no use complaining about it. We'll be out of here in 48 hours, Duo.
Read a magazine or something."
"A magazine?" He looked at the stack of books Sally Po had brought them
and wrinkled his nose. "You want me to read a magazine? Don't you get
it? We're in quarantine! There is a plague on the Colony that we were
on not six hours ago!"
"Yes, and we've both tested negative for it. They'll test us again tomorrow
morning, and then once more on the last day. Even so, the chances of us
being infected are miniscule."
"Well, thank you, Professor Chang," he muttered. "Should I be taking notes?"
Wufei ignored him and flipped another page in his Reader's Digest. Personally,
he was more hoping Duo would rant himself into exhaustion and fall asleep.
He liked the other boy well enough, but the next 48 hours promised to
be very, very long.
"I know!" Duo brightened, and for the second time Wufei raised his eyes
from the magazine to look at his companion in quarantine. Duo Maxwell
had an idea. Not good.
"What do you know, Duo?" he asked carefully. Duo looked far too happy
for his peace of mind.
"What we should be doing. The perfect choice for all life and death situations,"
Duo announced, "Sex." With no more warning than that, he launched himself
at Wufei, sending the magazine flying.
Chang Wufei was a trained fighter. He could disarm a man in seconds, could
kill a man with a single blow, and, in general, he knew how to take care
of himself. Which was why he couldn't figure out how one longhaired pajama
clad boy could suddenly grow what seemed like four extra arms, all of
which were trying to get beneath his shirt.
"C'mon, 'Fei," Duo wheedled, yelping as Wufei managed to slap one of his
hands away. "We could be disease-ridden right now, our lives could be
in peril! You want me to die a virgin?"
Wufei stopped struggling and blinked up at the American in shock. "You're
a virgin?" Out of all the pilots, he would have never guessed that Duo...
"Nah, but that's what they say in all the movies! C'mon, do -you- want
to die a virgin?"
"I'm not a virgin, Maxwell," he said, biting back a laugh. This was so
ridiculous but somehow he couldn't be angry with Duo. It was always difficult
to remain angry in Duo's presence, his manic cheer overflowed into everyone
around him. He didn't need the plague, Wufei thought with a private smile,
he -is- a plague.
Duo brightened and resumed his attack on Wufei's pajamas. "Then what's
the problem? You've done it, I've done it, so now we can do it together!"
"The problem would be one Heero Yuy," Wufei said dryly and Duo froze,
withdrawing his hands.
"And why would Heero Yuy be a problem," he asked coolly, moving to sit
on the other side of the bunk. Wufei frowned slightly at Duo's sudden
change in demeanor. Had he said something wrong? Perhaps he'd made an
incorrect assumption about the nature of their relationship?
"I apologize if I offended you," he started hesitantly, "But I thought
that Heero and you were..." He gestured awkwardly. "Involved."
"Yeah? Well, that doesn't mean that he owns me, you know," Duo sniffed,
crossing his arms over his chest. "I can do whatever the hell I want,
and if he doesn't like it, he can piss off."
Wufei raised a set of mental eyebrows. This was apparently a long standing
argument between Yuy and Maxwell, and stepping in the middle of it was
about as safe as trying to fight off a mobile suit armed with a plastic
"I'm afraid you'll have to do 'whatever the hell you want' with someone
else, Maxwell," he said, turning away from Duo's pouting face. Retrieving
his magazine, he took in its crumpled state with a frown before tossing
it to the floor. "I'm going to try to get some sleep, I suggest you do
Flipping off the light, Wufei burrowed underneath the blankets and relished
the blessed silence. For about ten seconds.
"Wufei?" Duo stage-whispered to him, as if he wasn't lying right next
"I'm not having sex with you, Maxwell," he said, not bothering to open
"I know," Duo replied forlornly, "But...could you maybe..." He fidgeted
and Wufei bit back a sigh. "Could you give me a goodnight kiss?" he blurted
out. "I'm used to getting one and I can't sleep well without it and..."
"If I kiss you, will you be quiet?" he interrupted. Duo nodded fervently
and Wufei let the sigh escape this time. "One kiss," he conceded and regretted
it instantly at the wicked gleam that appeared in Duo's eyes.
"One kiss," Duo echoed, and he leaned forward and took it.
Soft, was the first word that came to Wufei's mind. Gentle, soft lips
caressing his own, and the delicate brush of a tongue over his mouth.
He opened it automatically, all the reasons why this was a really bad
idea flittering out of his mind as Duo deepened the kiss, exploring the
dark warmth of Wufei's mouth. The wet flicker of a tongue teased over
the hard edge of teeth before Duo pulled back slightly, sucking gently
on the Chinese boy's lower lip. Then with sudden, bruising pressure, Duo
seemed to -attack- him, lashing at his mouth with tongue and teeth, and
Wufei couldn't breath, couldn't think and why wasn't he supposed to do
They were both panting when they finally broke apart, Duo having practically
crawled on top of the other boy, and Wufei found his hands had somehow
gotten wrapped quite firmly in Duo's hair. Sighing deeply, Duo pulled
back and stretched, joints popping as he arched his back and Wufei nearly
groaned aloud at the display.
"Thanks, 'fei," Duo said brightly, flopping back down on the bed and rolling
over. He was snoring in a matter of moments.
Wufei was still trying to gather his wits, as well as checking to make
sure his tongue was still in his own mouth where it was supposed to be.
His own body had come quite awake during Duo's little 'goodnight kiss'
and he sighed mentally, resigned to at least a few sleepless hours.
Settling back down, Wufei glanced out the porthole and froze as his eyes
met a pair of cool blue ones. The figure outside the glass raised one
finger to his lips, asking for silence, not that Wufei was able to say
anything with his heart throbbing somewhere in his throat. A long tense
moment went by before Heero shook his head slightly and smiled, offering
a tiny salute before walking back out of the lab.
Swearing softly under his breath, Wufei resisted the urge to smack the
braided boy awake. "I hope he makes you suffer for that, Maxwell," he
muttered to his snoring companion. "This is going to be a long incarceration."
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