see chap. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimers
Extra warning: Mentions of teenage prostitution.
Arrangement + Chapter 4
Pretty When You Kill
It's been a while since we spoke...Paul. Remember? Short, shoulder-length
red hair? I was with lieutenant Sanders?...Oh, I'm just babysitting the
phones, Mrs Linde had a previous commitment tonight...Oh she does, but
only for a certain select customer, if you see what I- oh, you know about
that. Yes, rank has its privileges. Speaking of which, what can I do for
The plastic smile trembled on the edge of feral, violet eyes gleamed but
the voice was light and soothing.
"Tonight? Ah, that may be a problem. Xian Hu is away tonight, tomorrow
night as well. So's Jiansheng, he's your other preference usually, right?...Yes,
we're very busy these days, what with the troops returning from the colonies...Well,
you know, if you're interested, we do have a couple of new arrivals which
you might like. Thoroughly vetted by Mr Matezi of course, our usual standards."
Mocking violet eyes flickered over them. Wufei dropped his gaze, not wanting
to break Duo's concentration with a glare of fury.
"Very nice, very polite....Of course...Oh sir, I wouldn't suggest them
otherwise, but they're sixteen, the both of them. Fei is perfect for you,
but if you care to try something a bit more exotic- " Heero's eyebrow
twitched a fraction "-Ro is mixed blood, and the prettiest dark blue eyes
you ever-...Yes, shoulder length, black, and very beautiful black eyes.
Hm-hmm.Say colonel..." Violet eyes narrowed like a cat going in for the
kill while the voice oozed with charm. The braid was given a quick, self-encouraging
tug. "To tell you the truth they're both, well, new. I was wondering...I'd
have to run it by Mr Matezi, but maybe we could do you something, well,
a package deal, so to speak? Seeing how you're one of our most valued
patrons. Yes, both. They're really quite cute together...." Wufei felt
the couch groan beneath his clenched fingers. "Hm-mm. Well, I guess...that
shouldn't be a problem." A sharp thumbs-up. "Very well. I'll give them
the usual passes, and they'll give the code to the gate sentries, that's
if Mr Matezi okays this but it shouldn't be a problem...Yes sir...Very
well, and a pleasure as always. Have a good evening, sir."
Duo dropped the phone back on its hook and rubbed the bridge of his nose
as the smile melted from his face.
"Got you both in."
"Hn." It was an approving grunt; Wufei knew they were all relieved. The
assassination should be easy enough now but getting out afterwards...Wufei
unclenched his fingers from their death grip on the edge of the couch.
"You guys really sure about this?" Duo muttered, turning tired eyes their
way. "Cause personally I think the guards will shoot you on sight."
"We'll have the codes he gave you to identify us." Heero said sharply.
"You'll have the codes, the fake id, and no idea what you're doing. He
has people to check you over, you know. I made you both out to be fresh
meat so you might get lucky, but to be honest...you're both as cute as
buttons but if I were a mark I'd rather pick up a case of VD than either
of you, you stink of trouble. Damn, if this asshole didn't have a thing
for Asians, this would have been easier."
"In that case we would have deferred to your prior experience." Wufei
muttered, anger and tension letting his words slip loose.
"Blow me, 'Fei'."
"There's not enough money on earth for that, Maxwell."
"...god, he's talking trash already, what have I created?" Duo stretched.
He'd barely slept since the mission parameters came in. Wufei thought
he should tell Maxwell he'd been impressed at how efficiently their communications
expert had bypassed all security, isolated the phone lines from all of
their target's locations, set up a filter to route a call to a particular
number to their hacked line...and done the necessary research into Matezi's
to be able to answer the call when it came, imitating one of the regulars
there. Wufei hadn't even known what an escort service was.
He probably should give Maxwell a pat on the back - since Heero
wouldn't - but the words died in his mouth.
"Explain to me again why we can't just go in there and take this animal
apart with our Gundams?" Wufei muttered instead.
"We need to make certain we take out the target." Heero said as he got
up from the couch. "And I still think you should stay here."
"Sorry, Ro, this is a package deal or Fei goes in alone." Duo said quickly.
"The colonel has...tastes."
Heero scowled. "You should have tried harder, Maxwell. And until the mission
starts, use our proper names."
"Tried harder?" Duo glared. "I got you both in!"
"I'm the only one who should be going in, I have the appropriate training."
A manic grin. "As a hooker? Heero, you never told m-"
"As an assassin, baka!"
"Well it's Wufee or both of you, so make up your mind. Come on, let's
get you guys ready to part-ay!"
Wufei and Heero shared a look of resignation as Duo bounded off with his
usual energy, braid flying, towards the bedroom of the town- house.
"And there you go. Man, you look so pretty! Say, just how much would
it cost me to - okay, put down the weapon, I was just kidding."
Duo ruffled his bangs as he examined his work. Wufei glared at him and
tugged the t-shirt again.
"Don't pull, bud. It's supposed to hang like that. You got real hot abs
you know that?"
"Drop dead, Maxwell."
"You're supposed to bat your eyelids and say, 'I'm glad you approve' or
something, Fei. Still, looking that pretty I doubt they'll listen to what
you have to say." Maxwell's cheerful leer ignored Wufei's scowl. "What
do you think, Heero? You in love yet?"
Heero slowly raised his head and gave Duo a death glare that made the
L2 pilot wince. He then glanced at Wufei and sneered. He visibly did not
approve. Wufei couldn't blame him.
Duo leaned forward to clean up the light line of kohl around Wufei's eyes.
"I'm glad you're going in with backup, Wufee," Duo's voice had dropped
to a whisper as his eyes slid sideways, "but as far as getting in goes,
I don't think you're the one who's the liability."
They both glanced at Heero who was checking the base's layout on his laptop
one last time, the scowl still on his face. At least he was dressed, Wufei
thought, annoyed, trying not to tug the t-shirt down again; Heero had
too many scars to wear a cut-off outfit. He was dressed in tight jeans
and a sheer long-sleeved blue shirt that Maxwell had picked out for him
when the plan had first been conceived. It was of vaguely Asian design
and matched his eyes, which Maxwell had made up a bit, highlighting the
oriental slant. He looked exactly like an assassin preparing for a hit,
nonetheless. Hence Wufei's outfit, which showed more skin than he thought
legally possible, and which would, as Maxwell put it, 'keep their eyes
glued to your ass so hard they won't even be able to look at Heero!"
The crude statement didn't make Wufei feel any better, strangely enough.
He was striving hard not to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror, or
even form a mental image of what he looked like, lest his ancestors rise
up from the dead and denounce him on the spot. But he was willing to believe
that people would probably be looking at him - like a freak - rather than
"Well, okay...time you got going." Maxwell's eyes were worried. "Oh Wuffers,
"Whatever." Duo slipped a black and gold elastic around Wufei's slim wrist.
"I need more decoration?" Wufei glared at the thing and made to tug it
off. He was already wearing a chocker of square coral beads around his
neck and a jade earring. He was willing to concede Maxwell probably knew
what was needed to complete the mission but more jewellery had to be going
"It's for the hair." Duo tilted a chin at Wufei's straight locks falling
forward and framing his face. "For when things go south. And I know they
Wufei narrowed his eyes at the elastic. Now that he thought of it he'd
seen it before, at the end of a long braid. "...very well." He muttered.
It was actually quite a good idea.
"Well you guys look gorgeous so off you go. I'll watch the colonel's phone
lines and play merry havoc with their security systems as soon as you
get inside." Maxwell gave an enthusiastic pat to the console Heero had
set up; the base's security system was hacked and ready to go. The L2
pilot followed them to the door of the safe-house. "You have the
codes and ID, hopefully that will get you into his HQ digs, and maybe
even out again. Say guys?"
They glanced back at the braided youth leaning in the doorway behind them.
"You know I'll be monitoring and recording through their cameras, right?
While I'm looping the feed to fool their security?"
"Yes?" Wufei frowned, their respective parts of the plan was clear.
"So if the colonel gets you two to do something kinky together before
you kill him- "
The door slammed shut an instant before Heero's fist crashed into it.
"- just remember to smile at the camera! Hey give me a break, I could
make a killing selling those shots!" The cheerful voice was muffled by
the door. "Good luck!"
"Come on, we'll be behind schedule if we run him down and skin him." Wufei
said resignedly as he turned towards the taxi waiting for them.
How did I get myself into this...Wufei relaxed his features trying to
look young and unsure -he knew he couldn't manage seductive if his life
depended on it and in this instance it did. Maxwell had been right, it
was a good thing he'd insisted they were both 'new'. The L2 pilot had
been on the money for the entire deal in fact; people were staring at
Wufei -with contempt, surprise, pity or lust- and completely ignoring
In fact the extent of Maxwell's cunning was such that he was still alive
even after suggesting this plan after the mission parameters came through.
He'd been smart and suggested it to Heero first who'd nodded and said
he'd do it. Duo had said what a wonderful idea that was but unfortunately...the
target had tastes...So Heero had asked Wufei to come along just
in case he couldn't get in, and Wufei had been unable to protest to those
cobalt blue eyes. They knew no shame, no doubt, no limits. The mission
was all. Wufei knew with a feeling of resignation that he was going to
have to choose between one more shred of the dignity he'd kept from a
previous life - before the war, before the storm - and whatever
slight respect there was for him as a fellow warrior and ally in Heero's
It irked him, this...need for Heero's esteem. But there was no denying
it. This series of attacks was the first mission he and Heero were doing
together. He knew Heero had some small consideration for him as a martial
artist and thought he was dedicated and...essentially, Heero thought Wufei
had 'his heart in the right place', but then again, so did Sally Po and
her pitiful band of rebels. Wufei had his own doubts about his strength,
his worth, but he was damned if he was going to let Heero lose sight of
his effectiveness as a warrior. He knew how little the perfect soldier
considered the fighting abilities of others. And maybe Wufei didn't have
the physical and mental advantages of having been raised for assassination
and terrorism, but that did not mean he could be discounted.
In the end, that and the fact that the mission was necessary tipped the
scale. Duo (who Wufei was starting to think was probably less stupid than
he let on) had actually helped a bit by occasionally reading out some
of the juicier details of their target's long, honoured career. The man
was a bureaucrat, a politician, a cultivated and refined man. He'd killed
more people than the five pilots put together without even lifting a weapon.
Some of his exactions...Wufei felt he could put up with a lot to bring
justice to that sort of vermin. The political blow and the propaganda
that would result from his assassination in the colonies, who'd suffered
the brunt of the man's crimes, would do a lot to help the growing resistance
there as well.
The two guards who'd escorted them in from the front gate led them to
the ante-room of several of the luxurious suites set aside for officers
visiting the base. A man was waiting for them besides a small desk where
a laptop was humming. Wufei recognized him from the pictures they'd studied,
he was the colonel's attach‚ and right-hand man; a small dapper gentleman
in a uniform that had never seen action, with thinning brown hair despite
being only in his thirties, and thin long hands he stretched out for their
IDs, his eyes flicking over them.
"Right." He scanned the IDs that Maxwell had stolen from Matezi's and
thoroughly doctored. "These check out. Been working for Edward Matezi
"No. A month." Wufei answered. The man looked him up and down once more.
"Hm, well, you'll do I guess. Up against the wall and spread them."
Wufei stiffened even as he heard Heero move behind him to comply.
The colonel's attach‚ looked at him again. "Never been to Alliance HQ
before? It's standard procedure. We search everyone."
"Oh." Wufei noticed the colonel's head of security and bodyguard stand
up from a chair at the far end of the room. He approached the attach‚,
eyeing Wufei carefully, hand on his side-arm. The two guards who'd escorted
them over were still behind them. Wufei let his eyes widen in feigned
surprise (and hopefully innocence). "You think I'm hiding a gun?"
The attach‚ grinned as he dropped uninterested eyes over the tight black
leather shorts which barely covered Wufei's ass, and the dark red cut-off
t-shirt. "Okay I'll grant you that one."
"Wall." The bodyguard barked, gesturing, hand still on his weapon.
"Is that necessary?" The attach‚ asked him wearily.
"Yes. There's quite a lot he could be hiding even in that outfit. Simpsons,
do this one. I'll do that one." The bodyguard's eyes had fixed
on Heero with a suspicious glare. The guard who'd been heading towards
Wing's pilot with a metal detector nodded and grabbed Wufei by the arm,
shoving him without too much force against the wall.
They weren't hiding any weapons so Wufei didn't worry about the sweep;
he worried about the bodyguard's scowl as he carefully felt Heero up from
ankle to collar. He didn't think they'd be searched so thoroughly. Wufei
knew quite well what that body felt like, but even a prostitute could
work out, right? He ignored the guard's hands on his own sides. If the
man asked Heero to strip...Wufei had an almost tactile memory of scars
through a thin tank top. He tried not to tense in anticipation of violence
as the guard's hands lingered on his hips.
Wufei's glanced quickly and discreetly at Heero, eyes catching on his
_expression. He never thought they had a chance of getting even this far,
he'd agreed with Maxwell on that one, certain he should have tried this
alone. But Heero had surprised him. The instant they'd left the taxi an
_expression Wufei had never seen had settled on his face, something even
beyond his usual blank look. Eyes slightly wide, face passive, mouth relaxed
into something not quite a vacant smile. Despite the beauty of the regular
features he was suddenly someone you wouldn't glance at twice. Odin Lowe,
Wufei remembered, that was the name of the assassin who had trained Heero
to be a child killer -raised was not the appropriate word for someone
who had probably encouraged Heero to cultivate that _expression and the
mentality that went with it.
Unfortunately the bodyguard had been trained as well. His job was to look
beyond the obvious and twice at everyone. He spun Heero around and glared
into the cobalt eyes, then took a step back. The other guard let Wufei
turn around with a casual pat to the rear with the Chinese youth ignored
from the dark focus of incipient bloodshed.
The bodyguard flipped open his cell and dialled a number, eyes on them
both burning with suspicion.
"Hi, this Matezi's? Who is this? Paul who?...Okay, I'm calling from Alliance
HQ, we have a couple of your guys here, is that correct? Can you describe
them to me?"
Wufei listened to the small buzz of Duo's voice chattering away. The braided
pilot had grumbled something about 'perfectly paranoid soldier'
when Heero had forced him to bypass and filter the lines from all phones
belonging to the attach‚ and the bodyguard as well as the colonel's secretary
and aide, apartment and office. It was a lot of lines to secure but fortunately
he'd complied. Heero's thoroughness was paying off.
The bodyguard's eyes were still suspicious but he looked mollified. "Fine,
can I talk to Matezi? Or his organizer?...Oh, when will they be available?...Okay,
I can wait."
He put the cell against his shoulder and glanced at the attach‚. "Ask
the colonel if this one-" a glance in Wufei's direction "-will do for
now. I want to get the other one vetted first."
The attach‚ shrugged and walked to one of the thick, elegant oak doors
and knocked. "Sir? The- your guests have arrived. Can-"
Heero punched the bodyguard in the gut, ripped the gun from the man's
belt as he fell, shot the two guards who'd barely started to lift their
rifles and spun to fire at the attach‚ who was fumbling with the strap
holding his side-arm in its holster.
Wufei cursed and lunged for the door as a final shot behind him finished
off the bodyguard writhing on the floor. The heavy door was locked.
"Out of the way." Heero snarled; he walked up to the door and slammed
the reinforced wood and metal open with one savage kick. The gun shot
up, fired twice.
"Let's go." Heero muttered, kneeling by the bodyguard to take two extra
chargers from the man's belt. Wufei glanced through the door - a sprawled
figure in casual dress, the head splattered across the back of the couch
by the two shots that had scored there- and bent to get the attach‚'s
"Chang. Strip him and put his clothes on." Heero barked at him as he went
to the door and glanced our prudently.
"Why?" Not that he'd complain about getting out of this outfit.
"You stand out a mile. Lose the shorts too, they creak."
"I'm supposed to stand out a mile." Wufei grumbled as he slipped out of
camera's range -he didn't need Maxwell's input on this- and stripped himself
and the attach‚ quickly. "That was the plan. That and getting inside the
room, kill the Colonel, wait an hour or so and hopefully leave without
a fight." He added acidly. Now...it would be a miracle if the gunshots
hadn't alerted anyone. Wufei tore off the chocker, furious at the whole
situation. Beads scattered about them with a noise of fleeing rodents.
Heero didn't look repentant. "Maxwell is an idiot. Neither of us looks
like a prostitute." Which was probably the nicest thing he'd ever said
to Wufei, but he didn't let it distract him. Mainly because Heero's body
language told him that, even if he didn't think Wufei looked appealing
in his getup, he didn't look like much of a killer either. There was something
slightly condescending in the tilt of the head as he glanced back at the
Chinese youth, even though the eyes were blank.
"Is that why you didn't wait for the door to open before attacking?" Wufei
asked sharply as he struggled into the attach‚'s fawn dress pants.
"The bodyguard was a pro, he would have taken me away from the room before
he let that door be unlocked."
"Not such a pro, or he'd have searched us in another room entirely." Wufei
sniffed. "They were about to let me in though. I could have done the hit
and come get you."
"Not efficient." Heero grunted.
"If the door had been reinforced steel beneath the wood we'd have been
screwed!" Wufei growled, angered at the implication that he'd needed Heero
on this. He grabbed the bodyguard's cell. "Maxwell?"
"Hi guys. Hey Fei, why'd you change, you don't look nearly as darling
"You have their security bypassed?"
"Yes, but it's not good, I'm afraid. Oops, wait...Two guards! Running
Two shots echoed out from the doorway.
"Okay scratch that." Wufei heard the click of keys on the other end of
the phone. "Unfortunately they called in before investigating. The alarms
are offline thanks to yours truly but the call went through...lemme see...shit!
Half a dozen coming in the front of the building! Two out back-"
"We're going out back." Wufei snapped, ripping off the earring and straightening
the attach‚'s t-shirt. The uniform jacket and shirt had been too bloodied
from the headshot. Not that they were going to be able to bluff their
way out even in full dress regalia. "Come on, Yuy."
The siren shattered the darkness like a scream and a new sun rose in every
corner of the base, swinging to and fro and slicing the night to shreds.
Black eyes and cobalt blue shared a glance and the two teens were sprinting
through a concrete maze. Subtlety was a lost cause.
"K'so." Heero muttered, sliding to a crouch behind a concrete balustrade.
Wufei chanced a glance. Below them was the courtyard leading to the small
north exit, the one without a mobile suit patrol. At least fifteen men
or more were milling around in the flashing lights of the watchtowers
as they poured out of their barracks, waiting for an order.
Shouts behind them. They couldn't wait for the men to get organized and
leave. Wufei quickly gathered his hair out of his face in a ponytail with
a silent thanks to Maxwell for the fastener.
Heero grunted, eyes on the men below, then started in surprise as he realized
Wufei had shoved the attach‚'s gun into his free hand. "What- Chang!"
Wufei threw himself over the balustrade, landing in a crouch on the hood
of a jeep parked beneath. Ten meters distance. He leapt off the jeep in
a squeal of suspensions. Someone shouted. Eight meters. Wufei ran, swift
and low. A soldier lifted his gun - five meters - a shot from behind him
and the man went flying. Now they were all turning-
Five more steps and Wufei was in the middle of the tight knot of soldiers.
One blow crushed the vertebra of a man who was just turning to see what
the fuss was about. He vaulted over the falling body, barrelled into another
man, pushing him into a third. Soldiers shouted and bumped into each other.
Someone tried to grab him. Wufei sent a deadly elbow into his face, slipped
from the loosening grasp of the dying man, leapt forward towards another
taking hasty steps back and raising his rifle, swung and kicked him, hard,
sending fractured ribs plunging like knives into his chest. He leant into
the kick and dodged a wild blow over his head, twisted and grabbed the
man's arm and slammed it across the knee, shattering bone before punching
him in the jaw.
The courtyard was a mass of confusion, some men lunging towards the quickly
darting figure, others standing back to get a clear shot, shouting at
their fellow soldiers to get out of the way. Concentrating on the dodging,
whirling killer in their midst, no one realized that any who raised a
gun on that slender form was instantly shot down from above.
Wufei felt something sting his ankle, flying concrete from a bullet strike.
He dodged again and threw himself into the nearest knot of soldiers; proximity
meant the others couldn't fire. He sent a deadly fist into someone's throat,
then he grabbed and shoved the chocking man into an officer raising a
gun at him. He sent a leg back out in a swinging kick to knock the rifle
out of a soldier's hands, twisted, ducked, came up punching someone who'd
leapt at him, grabbed and spun the stunned man around with him, using
him as a shield as a hail of panicked bullets clattered around them.
Behind him the officer shoved the chocking soldier off of him, raised
his gun at Wufei's back; a shot from above and the man's head exploded
into blood and bone. Wufei ducked as he saw someone aim at him from the
side, felt and heard the bullet sing above his head, then an impact that
jerked his arm. He dropped his human shield and hurled himself across
the space at the man firing at him, dodging to throw off his aim. The
soldier cursed then went wheeling back, blood pouring from a bullet hole
in his neck before Wufei could reach him.
Then Wufei was on the brink, left with only a few enemy but all at a distance,
raising weapons and taking aim-
A man screamed and clutched his chest. Wufei ducked and weaved but no
one was firing at him, and a glance over his shoulder showed him why;
Heero Yuy was calmly walking down the steps towards the courtyard, both
guns firing , mowing down the remaining soldiers. Wufei grabbed a fallen
weapon, glanced up at the watchtower above them. The lights had been still
for awhile now, he realized. A dark figure hung from the side of the tower.
Heero must have taken them out too. He brought his attention back on the
action, shot a soldier hiding in a doorway and aiming at his partner,
then ducked another wild shot in his direction from another opponent before
the man jerked and thrashed under the bullets Heero sent thundering into
Echoes of the shots died away behind them as they both started to run
without a word towards the exit.
"Are you injured?" Heero asked crisply, as they both slowed to a brisk
walk that was less likely to attract suspicion. They were a few blocks
from the camp, back among streets and alleys, plenty of escape routes.
"No. Nothing serious." Wufei amended. His ankle was bleeding, and a bullet
had grazed his forearm, a two inch-long rip in the skin. Not deep, but
it would require stitches. That and a few bruises. "You?"
"Unharmed. You were lucky." Heero sounded angry still.
"One of us had to be." Wufei shrugged. They wouldn't have outgunned that
many soldiers in a straight fire fight if he'd not served as a distraction.
They dodged into an alley and took stock. They were far enough away now.
Time to figure out where they were, and go round the long way back to
"Maxwell?" Wufei lifted the phone as he glanced around the alley. Heero
was at the entrance, noting the street signs. "We made it."
"Cool! I'll get stuff ready here. The base is in chaos, I don't see any
kind of search party getting ready. They don't even know what hit them,
someone started shouting about a Gundam and now they've all got their
noses in the air. Man, what did you guys do?"
"Heero blew some stuff up in passing. They had an inadequately protected
MS fuel tank which- never mind. We should be back in an hour or less.
"Aye aye, Cap'n!"
Wufei leaned against the cold brick of a warehouse and breathed, closing
the phone with a weary click. He glanced up at the footsteps approaching.
"Maxwell says there's no sign of pursuit."
"Let's follow the back alleys for awhile though to be on the safe side."
Wufei glanced up at the lack of answer (or grunt). Heero was looking at
him steadily, eyes narrowed -very different from his previous passive
_expression -weighing him. He seemed to do that a lot, Wufei thought.
Was he so condescending towards other people's abilities that a show of
skill surprised him?
"You are an efficient killer, Chang."
Wufei met the gaze carefully. The eyes were the customary blank pieces
of glass but the body language gave the look a different meaning...it
wasn't the same as usual. He wasn't being weighed for his abilities, his
usefulness to Heero's overall mission, his utility in some form of arrangement
or other. Heero was looking at him. Chang Wufei. For probably the first
Wufei shrugged, not knowing what to say, not even sure if it was a compliment,
a statement of fact, or merely a cold evaluation. Then he motioned Heero
forward, rooting through the pocket of his borrowed pants. Heero moved
towards him, frowning, interrogative. Wufei scowled, the attach‚ had not
kept a handkerchief in his pocket. Damn. He used his thumb - the other
flinched and started ever so slightly at the touch - to wipe away the
faint line of kohl that sweat had dragged along Heero's face; it had been
bugging him since halfway through their escape.
"We need to clean up." He muttered, showing Heero the dark streak on his
fingers. "We don't want to stand out." He realized with some annoyance
that his hand was shaking, the after-effects of adrenaline. He glanced
up to ask Heero if he had similar streaks on his face and was met by a
gaze like a machine gun.
An inflexible grip around his neck crushed lips into his own. A hand like
steel dropped from the small of his back to his butt and a hard groin
ground against his. We don't have the time for this; the pallid thought
was scattered on the remnants of the hurricane winds that had blown away
over fifteen men in less than five minutes. Wufei tried to remember their
escape plans and the graze in his forearm and the fact he didn't
really need any sexual release from adrenaline, that was something he
controlled...but all he could recall at that moment was the way Yuy had
walked down the stairs, a gun in each fist dealing death, a smile colder
than the dark barrels on his face. Wufei found himself shoved against
the wall, his arms wrapped around strong shoulders, lips moving in a fierce
kiss of his own. He growled as his back was ground against gritty brick.
He could feel the scratch of Heero's jeans against the dress pants and
his own hardness, and the adrenaline and battle fury were ringing in his
ears. Heero's sweat and the smell of his hair overpowered the dank air
of the alley. Wufei, not caring anymore, lifted his legs around slim strong
hips and used the wall scoring his back through the t-shirt to thrust
back against Heero. Wing's pilot snarled, an animal sound, the hand on
Wufei's hip bruising, the other one on his shoulder, controlling their
movements somewhat. Wufei gasped, his head thrown back as he felt a burning
surge of bruising pleasure quickly rise through him. Heero, no longer
able to reach his lips, buried his face in his shoulder in an open-mouth
kiss that was more of a bite.
Wufei felt the wall crumble behind him, throwing him into dark, roaring
pleasure that tasted of battle and blood. When he returned to the alley
his hands were leaving their own bruises on Heero's back and the L1 pilot
was panting into his shoulder, slight shudders running through his frame.
Wufei shook his head, trying to clear it, the alley swaying as he caught
his feet beneath him.
"Let's go." Heero muttered, breaking the hold and glancing up and down
"...Yes." Wufei staggered a bit then caught himself, one arm against the
wall which was, all evidence to the contrary, still perfectly intact.
He shook his head sharply. At least his hands had stopped shaking now.
He grimaced a bit as his stolen pants rubbed a cooling wet spot against
his groin. Hopefully they'd have time to shower and change before they
had to evacuate, or they would both be regretting the time out for their
- Heero's eyes on him, 'efficient killer', both guns blazing finality
Well maybe not actually regret...
The thoughts flashed through his mind almost too quick to follow. Why
had he done that he hadn't felt the need of course he had it was only
natural after throwing himself into such a life-or-death situation and
Yuy was okay with it so might as well get rid of it as efficiently as
possible and he wasn't going to regret doing so when there was a war raging
around them damn it. Then he stopped thinking and let the warrior take
over, with some relief.
A smear of fire and sirens lingered on the night behind them as they started
to run back in silence to the safe-house and the war.
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