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Arrangement + Chapter 15
Chi, Part II
It takes hundreds of reincarnations
to bring two people to ride on the same boat.
It takes a thousand eons to bring two people to share the same pillow.
"Go ahead." Wufei said as Heero gestured him towards the bathroom. "I'll
fill this in and fax it to Une before I shower."
Heero nodded, not surprised that someone would prefer to finish a mission
rather than indulge in a creature comfort, and headed towards the bathroom.
Wufei had faxed the signed certificate off when he heard a faint ringing
noise. Poking his head out of the bedroom door he heard the shower water
abruptly cut off and Heero start talking. Twenty seconds later Heero opened
the door, a towel knotted around his hips and his cell at his ear.
"...know that, but why would Une-...his guardian? But-...Let me talk to
Wufei lifted his eyebrows but Heero shook his head then jerked his thumb
behind him towards the shower. Shrugging, Wufei dropped Heero's clothes
out of the small room and took a quick shower, rinsing off dust, sweat
and a couple of small aches he hadn't noticed until now. Despite training
during university he had lost some of his shape, he'd have to retrain
himself severely. Heero would undoubtedly help with that. Painfully.
He merely rinsed himself off then struggled, still damp, into his pair
of black jeans - the only clean clothes he had at the moment - and strode
quickly to Heero's room, following the cold, measured tones of his partner's
voice. Guardian...Wufei's guardian? Uncle Wai? Was there a problem?
Heero was sitting at his laptop, still wearing nothing but the towel,
the phone squeezed between shoulder and ear, his fingers flying over the
keyboard while he talked. "...okay...but what if he's difficult about-...oh...he
won't accept that. Not if he's as stubborn as Chang." The last was said
with the smallest of wintry smirks in Wufei's direction as he closed the
bedroom door. Wufei responded to the comment with the scowl it deserved.
"...oh...Hn. He doesn't know you, commander. Very well, we'll be waiting."
Heero disconnected without a goodbye.
"Well?!" Wufei barely waited for his finger to hit the button.
"Legal matters." Heero set the phone on his desk and finished typing.
He turned around again at the hiss of hot-tempered frustration from his
"Nothing too serious. Une contacted your guardian, Wai Law Chi, she needed
his permission for, well, a lot of stuff." Heero shrugged as if he couldn't
imagine why society would care what happened to a sixteen-year-old.
"Wai knows I want to do this! He agreed!" Wufei barked. A trickle of water
fell from his hair and ran down his bare chest, making him shiver, like
the trickle of fear that he would not be allowed to do this, not be allowed
to do what he was meant for, the only thing that made him feel complete.
"Oh don't worry, he signed off. But he imposed conditions. He wants to
keep some control over what you do, check up on you a few times until
you're eighteen. And he insisted that you have a month vacation before
you do anything else."
Wufei didn't know what kind of face he made on hearing that but it must
have been a good one because even the normally impassive Heero snickered.
"I'll talk to him." Wufei snapped. A month? What was uncle Wai thinking!
Oh he could do with a bit of retraining but not a month!
"You don't have to. Better not in fact. He's still your guardian. He could
give Une a big headache if he wants to."
"I said you don't have to. Une's devious. I think she brought out the
nicer side of her personality." Heero's lips twisted. "She promised him
you'd have all the rest you need, unless there's some emergency."
"So?! Am I going to rot here for a month?!"
"No, Chang. In our job, any fire is an emergency, according to the ESUN
statutes." Heero's face was as blank as always but the panther-like movement
as he rose from his chair spoke of anticipation. Wufei relaxed in turn.
"And how soon are we likely to get an emergency?" He asked slowly.
"Today, or maybe tomorrow."
Wufei smiled, the feral smirk of a predator smelling blood. Sorry, uncle
Wai. He knew the old man had his best interest at heart, but he didn't
need a break, didn't need a holiday. He needed...it could barely be put
into words. But it had to do with his heart thundering in his chest, the
blood screaming through his veins, harsh air ripping from his lungs, his
life on the edge where it made a difference...
That morning had been nothing but an appetizer, for all it had had its
moments. And if he was eager, Heero must be really desperate. Yuy had
hunkered down to admin duties and the occasional solo mission with discipline
and patience like the good soldier he was. But the rare smile that echoed
Wufei's was just as fervent and deadly and ready for action.
And then it melted into something else.
Wufei caught the tail end of the look in that moment of shared anticipation,
of fellow feeling. He noticed how Heero's eyes had dropped to his bare
chest, to the waist of his jeans where he'd not bothered to do up the
last button. Wufei read the expression that flickered across Heero's face
and body before it was carefully caught and locked away in the soldier's
prison of iron will.
Today, or maybe tomorrow...That was a long time to wait, in a certain
way...Wufei found his eyes dragged to Heero's own frame almost reluctantly.
Lean chest rippling with muscle, pared down to the most efficient edge
of power and grace, slim hips from which the towel was starting to slip,
the shadow of hipbone on golden skin...Wufei was still ambivalent about
this. Though it took him a few seconds to remember why. Right, he wasn't
actually all that attracted to men, and a true warrior should be able
to control his baser instincts...He could see that was what Heero was
doing; the blue eyes that caught his gaze were now clear, uncaring...
That sounds cool but you're both sixteen and neither of you have gotten
laid in the past six month, so at this point, who cares if he's a guy
- a very, very good-looking guy may I add - just remember that if you
don't deal with your baser instincts now they might interfere with the
mission later. That was why you guys made this whole arrangement in the
first place. If it was good enough for the samurai, buddy...
Normally he felt like dragging that little voice from his head and shooting
it between the eyes but...not today. Today he felt strangely absolved,
and freed from the ambiguity of his desires. It allowed him to move to
intercept Heero as the latter walked towards the door to go pick up his
clothes left in the bathroom.
His partner stopped, poised, waiting. They weren't quite face to face,
their shoulders were almost touching, Heero couldn't move forward without
brushing Wufei out of the way.
"It could be a long mission..." Wufei started, since he was damned if
he could think of any other way of saying this. Actually he doubted he
needed any words at all, not for Yuy, but maybe he needed to hear this
Heero nodded slowly. Though he was still facing the door straight ahead,
the blue eyes had twitched to one side and fastened on black.
"It will probably be dangerous..."
Heero nodded vigorously. One or the other had leaned forward another breath.
Heat from Heero's skin prickled up and down Wufei's left side and shoulder
where they almost touched. He waited. Damned if he was going to do all
Apparently choosing his words with care, Heero said slowly: "But...your
"We've been through that, Yuy. Do you see any willing women here? There's
The blue eyes flickered away from his own. "Even if the mission comes
in today, we won't leave until tomorrow afternoon, we have to get you
equipped...We could always go out tonight...We're no longer at war, security
is no longer primordial. We could always..."
"What, pay for it?" Wufei sneered. "I had that option back in Hangzhou,
and I'd rather jerk myself off." And Heero was probably the same; neither
of them would feel comfortable relinquishing even a fraction of their
control, of themselves, to someone they didn't know, much less a whore.
"There's always that last option but you're the one who said it was more
satisfactory to share the need when you first slammed me to the ground
back in that shed."
"You weren't very sure about it then." Heero's eyes had widened. He threw
that like a challenge.
Oh just rub my face in it, Wufei thought furiously. He knew he'd been
weak and worse, a hypocrite at the start, letting Heero give him the
illusion he was forcing him to accept their mutual need. And yes, he still
had his inner conflicts, about this and much more. But he'd learnt to
dominate them, like a warrior should.
"Since we're taking a trip down memory lane…remember our first mission
together? The target who liked Asian boys, to Maxwell's utter amusement?
The one where you took a gamble and shot him yourself rather than risk
the chance of me going in solo and screwing up?" His voice dripped acid.
Heero's pupils dilated slightly. "…you weren't trained as an assassin."
"Think that would have stopped me?"
"No. I...didn't know you as well then." A hand brushed Wufei's chest as
it reached for his face but didn't touch his cheek.
"It wouldn't have stopped you but I was still the best suited mentally
for the job." Heero said severely.
Wufei's eyes narrowed. "Remember what happened afterwards?"
And he wasn't just talking about the screw in the alley. You are an
efficient killer, Chang. The first time Heero Yuy had looked back
and seen how close Wufei was following him, matching him stride for stride.
The first time Heero had realized he didn't just have a convenient fuck
but a partner. Suddenly this was about more than just sex. It was about
the whole arrangement. They were here, alone, because they chose to be,
on the warrior's path that had no goal but to see how far they could go,
how much better they could get.
Wufei could see the memories and thoughts playing across the blue eyes
- Heero had let the mask slip for a few seconds. The hand near Wufei's
face still hesitated.
"Don't underestimate me, Yuy." Wufei whispered with an edge of menace.
"I may not be fucking perfect like you but I am strong enough to face
my own demons, bear my own sins and dominate my own doubts. I don't need
"…you never had it."
Wufei felt like contesting that - the 'never' part, he was pretty sure
that was a lie - but he never had a chance to open his mouth, the hand
cupped his jaw, hard lips were pressed into his own.
...there's just us...
No more thinking. Wufei slipped the grasp that was still light on his
neck and hip and pulled Heero to him with arms like steel. The body against
his was tense as a wire for a second or two - Heero Yuy let his guard
down for no one, not even his partner. Then the hands on him hardened
their grip, slipping across skin with a tingle of pressure to press him
into the hard body fiercely.
They were side by side as their knees touched the bed. A ripple of hesitation
ran from one to the other, a question. Then Wufei, with something of an
inner grimace and a flutter of anticipation, broke the embrace to sit,
then lie down on the bed. Heero didn't question it, didn't try to doubt
his decision this time. Just nodded fleetingly and then leaned over to
a box near the side of the bed. The towel had tumbled from his hips and
Wufei, propped up on his elbows, let his eyes linger over the sight that
had occupied some of his more involving dreams in that bed in Hangzhou.
He saw a slight grimace cross Heero's face and the hand came out of the
box of toiletries with a tube of-
"Burn cream?" Wufei didn't know if he should laugh or glare. Heero shrugged,
a bit defensively. Apparently he'd not thought he'd need any lubricant
from now on. The only other thing he had around in his bathroom was soap.
"It'll do." Wufei grumbled; the nearest pharmacy would be quite some distance
away from the industrial zone and it would be a pity for Heero to get
dressed again. A great pity...
He forced himself to relax as Heero sat himself on the side of the bed,
then crawled over until he was kneeling between Wufei's legs. He didn't
really mind this; for starters it was his turn, Heero had been bottom
last time. And after some of the research he'd done, he was...curious.
He didn't think his first time - occulted by embarrassment, discomfort
and confusion - had been all it could be.
The burn cream tossed momentarily aside, Heero put his hands slowly on
Wufei's chest. Strong fingers ran down his body, too hard for a caress,
as if trying to define and test the muscles beneath the skin. Then the
hands met at the v of his partially open jeans, slowly popping the second
button open with a small flick sound. Flick, flick, the third and fourth
button followed, the sound blending in with their quickening breath to
sound oddly erotic in the silence of the converted workshop. The rasp
of Heero's hands against his skin was a melody onto itself as they reached
to lift the jeans away from his hips. In the distance, a beep from a truck
backing out, a growl of motor, a faint incomprehensible shout from men
working on something or other. In the bare room, where the crack of winter
sunlight paled in the light of neon overhead, there was only the rhythm
of harsh breathing, the squeak of springs as Wufei arched his hips off
the bed, the lush sound of cloth slipping from flesh as Heero drew the
jeans down his legs. One of the neon spat and muttered but nobody else
A sound of a screw cap twisting - Wufei had found his eyes closing by
themselves, not in embarrassment this time, but...it just made it slightly
easier to bear the passivity. A sharp medicine smell stung his nose, like
copper and camphor combined. He remembered it well, from their time in
Italy and, more disturbingly, from the times they'd had to treat themselves
or each other's wounds. An unwelcome invasion; memory of red pain and
stinging, pulling flesh. Wufei lost a bit of the excitement that was prowling
around his loins. A handi of burn scar on his upper thigh tingled. At
the back of his throat coiled the choking smell of burnt flesh and blood,
his fingers twitched as they remembered smearing the stuff on Trowa's
chest after a battle for Peacemillion, little clicks nearby as Quatre
cut the gauze -
Lips crushed his own and a hand - slick and sticky now - drew a line from
his neck down his chest, pausing to circle a nipple, before dropping to
his erection. Wufei felt a ripple like a tsunami run through his flesh,
ripping away the memories of war. The feel of Heero Yuy's hand on his
cock was something else that had decorated his dreams during their time
Satisfied that Wufei was back in bed with him, one of Heero's hands dropped
lower, ghosting over the sacs to toy with the entrance beyond. Wufei could
feel every move, strangely delicate from hands that could crush flesh
and steel with equal ease. His eyes were still closed, heightening the
The breach was slow but steady, and not as uncomfortable as he remembered.
Well, maybe a bit - as Heero felt deeper and the muscles stretched. Apparently
this got a bit easier with practice...he'd done this a grand total of
once so far, so a little pain was still to be expected, however careful
Heero tried to be. Wufei didn't actually mind, pain was not an issue...actually
he had to admit that it felt...interesting. The discomfort seemed to highlight
the feelings of being stretched, stroked, like a massage, a touch both
gentle and firm, demanding the surrender of muscles to warmth and respite...Wufei's
back arched slightly as the feeling accentuated and the movement became
more complex, prodding and poking, sending shivers of sensation flooding
upwards, highlighted by the darkness behind his eyelids.
His hands twitched on the prickly cover of the bed. This was the only
part he didn't like. Lying on his back like some damn woman letting the
man do all the work, the seduction...Heero had taken it like a trooper
last time, so would he...Actually how had Heero reacted last time...?
Damn, he could only remember a thumb kneading the cords of his neck. And
the sex, the feel of-...And a rather impressive set of bruises on his
shoulders afterwards. A slight twinge of shame at that; Heero was much
more considerate. Bloody perfect, even in this, another part of Wufei
grumbled immediately; count on Heero not to get lost in the feelings,
overwhelmed by sensation...this-...really did feel good...
Heero's other hand had been tracing the firm, taut muscles of Wufei's
abdomen, almost idly, occasionally dropping to his erection to distract
him - very successfully - when the other hand probed deeper or added a
finger to the task. Now the hand rose, still feeling its way - did Heero
also have his eyes closed? - across his side, his chest, down one arm
- kneading and pressing, another massage relaxing him, sending waves of
sensation rippling back down his body to crash with the other set, meeting
somewhere in the region of his groin. Heero lifted Wufei's forearm. His
hand touched a firm shoulder. Fingers grasped flesh instinctively in a
gasp; Heero's other hand had twisted slightly and flicked on the neon
inside Wufei's eyelids. His whole body crackled and sparked.
His hand was buried in hair at the base of Heero's neck; both rough and
silky, like a hound's pelt. Distracted, he let his fingers play, knowing
that this was what Heero needed too. A touch. So little. So needed, to
breach, just once in awhile, the voluntary isolation around the soldier.
Wufei's world dissolved. Little jagged spikes of pleasure and light drilled
through his body. He still kept enough control - even here, even now -
to avoid pulling Heero's hair. The head turned beneath his fingers. A
mouth nuzzled his wrist, nipping gently at the beat threading and pulsating
Heero's fingers left him. Hands dropped to his hips, tilting them up.
A flash of regret for that pain/comfort/pleasure, for a touch where he'd
trust only one other person to touch him...
Well, bar the doctor from the medical this morning, the little inner voice
suddenly piped up, probably just to see him squirm and flinch. Great,
that wasn't the kind of memory he wanted to -
Breath left his lungs in a grunt of shock as Heero suddenly pressed himself
where his fingers had been.
Hands immediately soothed. Chased after the little shudders running through
his flesh. Hunted them down and subdued them with rough pressure and stroking
fingers. Wufei relaxed slowly, taking in this new sensation. The pulse
running through his body. The way his hips were canted upwards onto Heero's
lap. The sheer presence of Heero within him. His breath hitched again
as Heero moved in deeper, but it was more surprise than pain; he hadn't
remembered it felt so...so...
It feels fucking fantastic...the little inner voice was awed. Wufei didn't
bother scowling at it, caught at the cusp of a pleasure so strange it
was indistinguishable from pain.
He was panting against Heero's shoulder. His partner had leaned in, put
his hand near jet-black hair for balance. A dip curved the mattress next
to his head. Wufei's hands were grasping Heero's shoulders, both of them.
A trembling grip that seemed torn between pushing him away and pulling
him closer. The body shifted slightly above his own. Wufei's hands tensed,
he was caged in...not in control...Heero hadn't complained last time...he
could do this...
Heero moved and Wufei's thoughts dissolved and he just wanted more...
A strong hand grasped him under the shoulder. More than a caress, a grip.
An arm reached around his waist. Wufei almost shouted in shock as he was
jerked away from the cover, disorientated. He scrabbled and his arms circled
The pressure of penetration grew; only a fraction but very alarming. He
almost panicked, tore himself away - then he realized Heero was holding
him up bodily, with almost obscene ease, waiting for him to get his legs
under him and support himself.
He stared down at piercing blue under tousled hair, flushed cheeks - his
eyes had flown open instinctively. He could no longer close them. He was
above Heero now, his legs on either side of his partner's lap. His hands
gripped red marks onto the golden skin of Heero's shoulders. His hips
and back tilted to accommodate their union. But he was now in control
of the measure of it. Well, not entirely. A gentle but insistently growing
tug on his shoulders; forcing him down, forcing him to move, to take more.
He found himself smiling fiercely - yes, this was how they did things.
He allowed it but only so far and then thrust back up again - the pleasure
of in and out clung to his skin like sweat. He shivered. Heero tugged
him down again with a deep exhalation like a groan. Eyes hooded over clouded
blue. Wufei flexed his legs, tilted further back.
It was more a fight between two opposing forces than cooperation, it should
have been awkward. It wasn't. Wufei could read the play of muscle beneath
his hands. Heero anticipated him. They knew each other's movements. Strike
and parry. Separate and together.
A small change in angle left him gasping, head thrown back, blinded. Violent
pleasure ripped up his spine. His hair, still loose from his shower, tickled
his shoulder blades, skin rippling with the sensation like an aftershock.
His grip and movement surrendered an instant to the punch of sensation.
Heero's grunt of satisfaction and victory sent a breath across his chest
as he let himself be pulled down deeper. A slight pain joined the pleasure
and heightened it. His whole body started to tremble. Hammering like a
heartbeat. He recaptured his share of the movement...more...
Breathe. In. Out.
Warm flesh beneath his fingers. Damp, slipping. His grip tightened...
Down. Thrill and a twinge...
In. Out. Breathe.
This wasn't going to last long. It was too perfect to last long. And the
unleashed storm thundered through his veins; pulsed under his skin. It
Heero leaned back. They both compensated for the shift in balance instinctively.
A familiar hand caressed him - the storm broke.
Wufei gasped - a blow of air to the chest - as if he had been holding
his breath for months -
Blurred white. His heart thundered. His body coiled, and broke free in
He faintly felt Heero snarl against his shoulder, tug him down possessively,
hips thrusting up into his pulsing body. Pain, slight, so distant...the
rest felt so good...
A sudden disorientation jerked him from the moment of complete non-thinking
he'd been lost in. A jumble of images - the room, flushed skin, tousled
hair, dazed blue eyes - and he found himself lying on his back on the
prickly cover, which would have left him some rather unpleasant burns
if he'd been pounded against it. He could barely feel it; he seemed weightless,
as if that deep breath that had blown out all the tame, stale air from
his body was still buoying him. He distantly felt Heero pull back from
him, and shove him a bit to one side, lazily, so that he could collapse
by Wufei's side.
His body began to let itself come back down to the bed in sections. The
first was his ass which felt rather sorer than last time; for some reason
he just couldn't care...just as his mind began to drift he felt the skin
of his abdomen come into focus, with the very unmistakable feeling of
a viscous liquid that had been at the same temperature as his body but
was now cooling rapidly in the room's fresh air. His arms were tired,
as were his legs, from the effort of measuring his movements to Heero's.
A tingle on his arm...
Heero was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow - Wufei's hip informed
him of the dips in the mattress this was causing- a finger idly tracing
a scar on Wufei's upper arm as if his partner didn't remember that one.
Maybe he didn't...of course he didn't, he'd never seen it. Wufei cast
an indifferent eye at the pucker of pink flesh running up to a harsh V
of scar tissue. A flash of memory; gaping skin welling with blood soaking
through torn cloth, dripping down to the throttle he was grasping, the
gumminess of it between his fingers and the grip, the smell of burnt plastic
and hot metal, a very distant pain barely noticed in the heat of that
very last space battle...It seemed so long ago now.
And this...this was now. And this felt right. He knew why he'd done this,
why he'd precipitated matters. The desire had been there of course - six
months of not getting laid and having his blood quickened by the fake
assault earlier, a pale ersatz of battle, no wonder they'd been horny.
But there was more.
He and Heero were linked. It went beyond war now. In this peace they knew
nothing about they were now taking the same road. They were very different
but they were closer to each other than to anyone else in earth and in
space; exhalation and inhalation, distinct yet linked, not by affection
but necessity. The sex was a promise, the signature on the contract. They
were not going to take the easy road in this peace; they would continue
the battle against themselves, to become better, to reach for a goal that
was now uniquely their own. They chose now to take on the missions, protect
for others what they were probably unable to enjoy, and grab what satisfaction
they could in the process. The closeness they'd just shared was a pact;
it said they would not let anything interfere, get between them and their
goals, not the affection of companionship, not the warmth of a woman's
arms, no distractions, no -
All that and it was fucking great sex too!
Okay that was it! He didn't care what it took, he was going to
get this little demon exorcised from his brain. Now what would be needed...Its
name? Well he knew that. It was a Maxwell demon, tantalizing, sure, sensual
and unashamed of it, everything he was not, so obviously an invasion from
outside. What else....if he remembered right, an exorcism required six
copper seals, red thread, incense, parchment and ink. And a Shinto priest.
"We have some time before the mission, maybe we should do some shopping."
Yeah, where can I find copper seals?
"...I suggest we get you a proper double bed."
Wufei realized the shifting besides him for the past minute had been his
partner trying to fit into the very small space Wufei had left him on
the military bed. Heero was pressed against his arm, and Wufei didn't
think either of them really wanted this contact, not now...Heero was neatly
compartmentalized, closeness went with sex and he wasn't much for a cuddle
afterwards, he probably wouldn't see the point. Wufei obligingly shifted
on the bed to leave him some room and found his right shoulder hanging
over empty space, nearly up against the wall.
"A bed, agreed." He grunted. "And some sheets and stuff." That was obvious,
of course, but he was thinking of having to change them after sex, as
his abdominal muscles flinched away from the sticky, cool spot on his
stomach. And that was nothing to the uncomfortable wetness he was starting
to feel between his legs, running onto the cover. He lifted a hand, but
what would he do once he wiped it away...? He felt Heero lean away from
the bed, nearly entirely off of it. When the weight returned besides him,
the towel dropped onto his stomach. He grunted in lieu of thanks and started
"You'll need some furniture." Heero continued, propping himself up on
one elbow again, eyes on the crack of sunlight in the taped sheet covering
the window. "I know a place they have cheap stuff."
Wufei nodded. His uncle Wai had made it clear that finances were not too
big an issue, his father's inheritance could cover him now that his clan
was no longer providing. But why buy expensive furnishings for this shack?
Especially when he wouldn't be here for months on end? Ah but there was
one thing he would spend money on...
"The bed will be comfortable. My days of sleeping on the floor on rotten
mattresses are over." He stated imperiously. Heero shrugged, his eyes
dropping indifferently to his bunk.
"Sheets...clothes, I noticed you don't have many." Heero continued. Yes,
Wufei had left the silk and finery behind him in Hangzhou.
"There's an army surplus nearby." And Wufei was willing to bet Heero had
a frequent buyer card. "You'll need fatigues and tough jackets, but also
casuals. We don't do much undercover work but we often have to move around
Wufei nodded impatiently, this was similar to the war.
"What else... ah, some more dishes..." Heero's mouth lifted in a cold,
small half-smile. Wufei had commented acidly on his 'camping out' when
he realized his partner only had the one aluminium plate.
"Some proper tea." Wufei grunted, tossing the towel on the floor on Heero's
"More towels." Heero said reprovingly, picking it up and tossing it with
condescending precision into the open box where he put his dirty clothes,
half way across the room.
"An extra stool." Wufei countered, and that should have been at the top
of the list; Heero had had to eat his breakfast sitting on the counter
"...yes." The smell of camphor was mixing with semen and sweat and the
dusty-plaster smell that seemed to permeate the workshop, making his stomach
clench slightly. He sat up on the prickly cover.
"Uh? Oh, you mean now."
Wufei stood, wincing, more at the small trickle of tepid liquid against
his inner thighs than any real pain. He glanced back, almost against his
better judgement. Heero had taken his vacated position and was stretching
full out without any hint of embarrassment. Grace and power, the muscles
of a predator rippling beneath golden skin...
"Gun, ammo, flak jacket-" Wufei said as if to banish the thoughts that
had rippled through his mind in an echo of that movement.
"We'll get those tomorrow, before we leave." Heero answered lazily, eyes
slowly blinking once as he gazed at the ceiling.
"Assuming we leave."
"We will, trust me- no, trust Une. She'll have our asses out of here as
soon as she possibly can."
"...is there that much trouble out there still?" Wufei felt torn between
eagerness and gloom.
"A fair amount. Not as much as I'd have thought." For the first time,
Wufei realized that Heero himself must have had the same doubts about
peace that he had. "But enough fires...and Une just doesn't have that
many reliable agents. She can't use a lot of ex-OZ, ex-White Fang, ex-Rebels..."
"Sam is actually a very proficient commander, though he doesn't hold the
rank. There's a lot of administrative complexities that Une has dodged,
so you'll meet a lot of 'consultants' like Sam. Actually the whole special
ops section is rather...unofficial, and very hurriedly put together. That's
why they let us both in so easily, without much training. But we're still
kept on a tight leash, and Foxwood is our immediate supervisor - Une is
our superior, along with Grecko, you'll meet him when he gets back from
that conference on L1. Don't take Sam personally. That's just the way
he is. He's got a formidable exterior and he won't give you an inch but
he won't let any emotion or hostility interfere with his work and he's
"Oh trust me I have a lot of practice dealing with that kind of guy."
Wufei grunted and headed towards the shower before Heero could think of
a proper comeback.
When he returned to the room five minutes later he found Heero dressed
and in front of his open laptop.
Heero's face was granite, his eyes were as cold as Wing's, but his body
was straining at the leash like a hound who'd heard the horn.
"Chang...are you vaccinated against the full panel of exotic diseases?"
"Yes, of course." Wufei answered tightly. "Master O didn't want me coming
down with anything weird while fighting in Asia or the African continent.
Or L2 for that matter."
"Good." Heero twisted the laptop his way. Wufei's heart hammered as he
took in the familiar form of a mission planning statement. He leaned forward
eagerly on the edge of the desk, looking over Heero's shoulders. Read
the specs. Huh, Une was throwing them into the deep end!
The excitement rose but he controlled it, honed it, kept it ready for
use. Heero was a live wire besides him but nothing showed in his face
and eyes, only Wufei could read his anticipation.
Breathe. In. Out.
"When do we leave?"
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