+ Part 2 (cont)
He was panicking. There was no other word for it. He couldn't do this.
He just could not go down there are flirt, hold hands, touch, smile and
be happy with another man.
`It's a mission. Think of it as a mission.' He chanted that mantra all
day, through the shopping adventure with Mariemaia, through the setting
up with the decorations, through the quick conversation with Duo, and
even as he cleaned up and made the final touches with Zechs on the banquet
`I can't just chicken out...' He reprimanded himself. `Zechs needs me
to act like I'm Fei. I need to act like I'm completely normal, that I'm
not in another dimension. That I'm not in another man's body, who happens
to be myself. That I'm a perfectly happy, married man.' He rationalized.
He stood up and breathed. `I am so fucked.' And fell back on the bed.
The Chinese boy knew the moment that Zechs had entered the room. The platinum
haired man carefully sat beside the distraught boy and gently traced his
jaw line. "You'll be perfectly fine. See? You didn't even flinch
when I touched you."
"That isn't a good thing." Wufei murmured, turning to his side
to face away from the long legged man.
Wufei however, did squirm when the taller man laid beside him and held
him close; their bodies spooned against the others. "Miri..."
"Shhh. You can do this. You have memorized the people we know from
work, you've practiced pretending you're okay with me touching you. It's
a friendly hug, nothing more." Millardo whispered softly, attempting
to calm the boy.
`Friendly for who?' Wufei thought bitterly.
"I can do this. It's a mission, and if I fail then I blow my cover,
I'm found out, and tossed in a loony bin with no hope of ever getting
your or my life back to normal."
"That's one way to rationalize it."
"Can you think of a better one?"
A short pause. "Yeah. Do it for Maia. You put aside you fear of being
gay, of people judging you for one night, and I'll..."
"You don't have to pretend that you aren't in pain." He encircled
his arms around the paler ones in a friendly fashion. "I'm sorry.
I walked in on you mourning yesterday. I've been an ass, and I should
apologize for it."
"No, its true. I've been wrapped up in my problems, and I forgot,
you lost your spouse. I invaded your life and have been forcing all sorts
of problems on you, and I haven't once let you enforce your problems on
me. And I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with, I know I'm
a brat, but maybe..."
"If you talk about what you're feeling, your grief about your husband...
And I..." His eyes fluttered closed to stop the tears from leaking.
"I can open up a little. We've both lost a spouse, so we can both..."
Zechs tightened his arms around the boy, a soft smile, his first real
one it seemed like in weeks appeared on his features. "We can both
open up and communicate."
"For the record? You're a brat. A cute one. So you'll end up getting
away with a lot."
Zechs blinked in surprise as the sounds of a chuckle emitted from the
boy. A bit unsure of itself, a little rusty, and not a well used chuckle,
but the beginning of a laugh.
"I'll have to remember that." Wiping his eyes, the boy sat up.
"We've got a party to host."
Following the boy, Zechs paused, "You sure you're okay with this?"
Ruffling the boys loose hair, the European laughed, "Brat."
Wufei grinned back. "Baka."
Sipping on his drink, Wufei watched over its rim at the seemingly swarms
of people. And he was supposed to know them all? The pilots were fairly
easy, and he knew Lady Une and her boyfriend, and Noin and Sally. He figured
out who Hilde was easily enough, Duo seemed to be kind enough to repeat
And strangely, he felt... lonely without Zechs next to him Marie grabbed
his waist in a hug, a spirited smile spread across her face. He couldn't
help but grin back. She somehow wormed her happiness right into his usually
stoic features. Pushing her hat over her eyes he chuckled.
Two hands forcibly shoved it back into place with a mock scowl. "Geez,
Fei. Your going to ruin the whole wicked look I've got going here!"
"It'd only be wicked looking if you added a thermal scythe."
The American added, sipping on his beer and throwing a loose arm around
the Chinese man. He smirked at Wufei then added, "Or a beam cannon."
"Neither of which Mr. Chang has of course." An overly sweet
voice came up from behind Mariemaia. A firm hand patted the girls shoulder
as cool, calculating eyes looked down on the girl. "Mariemaia."
She nodded in greeting.
"Ms. Catalonia." The redheaded girl nodded back politely.
"Actually, Dot, if you walked with her, that would definitely give
her that evil, wicked look she was going for."
"Thank you, Mr. Maxwell." She answered, in anything but a polite
Marie's hand shot out and though she felt the slightest bit childish grasping
Wufei's hand, she felt safe. The blonde woman reminded her of people she
sincerely did not want to recall.
A firm hand cupped the back of her head, fingers soothing any worry from
her neck. Wufei pouted slightly at the woman, black eyes sizing her up
for a moment.
"Sorry, Dot, don't think you'll find a beam cannon here." Duo
answered sweetly, batting his violet eyes innocently at her.
"He's right Dorothy, we left it at the Summer house." And taking
the girls hand in his own he headed off to find Zechs. He did not like
the feel of those calculating eyes on his back. The sinking feeling that
his evening was only going to get harder as the night wore on. He needed
a drink. Forget that he should be worried that he was now driven to alcohol.
He was going to NEED it to deal with Dorothy. And who the hell had invited
Duo snickered at the blonde woman's look of surprise. "It's actually
at the Summer Palace, but you know how security is with Prince Miri, its
all very hush hush."
Shooting the American a despondent glimpse, she sighed. "And I suppose
there is a Gundam in the garage as well, Maxwell?"
Tossing back the rest of his drink, the braided boy shrugged. "I
had to make an entrance, Dot."
"Glad to see your humour is rubbing off on him." She informed
him, her voice saying anything but.
"What can I say, I'm irresistible. Go bother someone else, Dot. Leave
Fei alone for the damn evening. Go flirt with Relena, if you're lucky
maybe someone slipped her a mickey and she'll run to you're awaiting arms."
With a final smirk, Duo sauntered off to find his lover.
He didn't need to turn around to feel the intense sneer that she sent
his way, but then again he didn't care either.
Zechs' eyes widened when Wufei all but trampled him. "We need to
Mutely nodding, he followed, wondering what was wrong with the boy, and
why it involved Marie.
Unfortunately, they didn't get more than halfway across the room. Relena
grinned and called to her brother just before they made it past the sofas.
Grimacing, Zechs lifted a pale eyebrow at the shorter man. Sighing, Wufei
indicated that he was to talk to his sister first- whatever he had to
say was probably not as important.
Continuing a few paces and bringing Mariemaia into the empty back hall,
he stopped and crouched down before her. "You alright?"
Arms flew around his neck, a small head nodded mutely on his shoulder.
He heard a noise that suspiciously sounded like a sniffle. Hugging her
tightly, Wufei murmured into her soft red hair, "Its okay Marie.
She didn't mean to upset you, I'm sure." She pulled back, wiping
away any traces of tears, "I know, it's just sometimes... Sometimes..."
"The past can haunt us. I know. Believe me I know. But don't let
her bully you. Okay?"
She nodded and leaned forward, hugging him tightly. "Yeah, I just
need to be reminded from time to time."
A throat cleared from behind the Chinese boy. Blinking, he looked up to
see Trowa standing there with Quatre grinning down at him and Marie.
The girl beamed at them. "Hey Mr. Trowa, Mr. Ouatre."
Trowa crouched next to the Chinese youth, smiling slightly at the girl.
"You want to join me in getting some cookies, I think some of your
friends are here, and will want to get some sugar in their systems before
heading out for candy gathering."
"Probably." She agreed, following the lean European out of the
hall and back to the party.
Wufei stood up, somewhat fluttered by the serene smirk that the young
Arab was giving him. "What?"
"Nothing. She's a sweet girl. And Zechs seems to be near to telling
you're and his secret to his sister. You know how siblings can tell the
minute you're lying to them. Better go fix the problem before it starts."
He suggested, good-naturedly.
"How?" The Chinese youth replied, tucking a strand of loose
black hair behind an ear.
Giving the boy a shove from behind, Quatre smiled. "You'll figure
something out, I'm sure."
Wufei stumbled back into the hall, glaring daggers at the blonde boy who
disappeared from sight as quickly as possible. Sighing, he headed towards
the tall platinum blonde man, resting with his back towards him. Sharp
hearing picked up their conversation easily.
"You seem trouble, niisan..." She hedged slowly, a manicured
nail tracing the edge of her wine glass.
"Troubled?" Came a reply, a frown settling on his fine features.
"Distant. Something about the tone in your voice when you told me
you would be unable to make it up a few weeks ago. It seemed strange..."
Her sweet blue eyes pressed for information.
Zechs shifted slightly; somehow she seemed to be judging his actions,
waiting to say whatever it was she had been hinting at for the last few
Unexpectedly, it was that moment when a pair of bronze skinned arms gently
settled on his shoulders from behind. A warm cheek pressed against his
own. "Relena." That warm breath washed over him.
"Fei..." He was trapped but the sudden openness and willingness
the boy was displaying for his sister. Well for Wufei it was, Fei would
have dropped into his lap by now.
"Miri." The boy responded with a smile that didn't look too
Wufei brushed his cheek against the older man's, closing his eyes briefly.
This was something neither had prepared for, but this was important to
not only their little secret staying a secret, but he felt that Zechs
wouldn't want to lie to his sister. He only had the knowledge he had pulled
from hours staring at the intimate moments of those photographs, but he
felt he was doing a fairly good job. But as lips brushed his own, he could
feel his stomach lurch slightly, but he held steadfast. `I'm merely kissing
him. It doesn't mean I'm enjoying it. It doesn't mean I'm a fag. It's
a mission, nothing more, and... and nothing less.'
Jetted onyx orbs opened as the brief kiss ended, staring into those clear,
icy orbs of Millardo Peacecraft.
Those lips brushed his cheek before turning back to his sister's awaiting
glance. "Joining us then?" Wufei heard the girl ask.
"If you would like." He replied, settling next to the tall man
on the couch. He swallowed without letting on his high and quite extreme
discomfort, descending into the warm embrace of his supposed lover.
Zechs was impressed, he knew he was surely trying the boy's patience with
the second kiss, but the admirable job Wufei was doing, was shocking,
and painful all at the same time. A relaxed arm snuggled itself behind
the black haired boy, Wufei leaning into the soft embrace. "We were
discussing the plans that went astray a few weeks ago." He informed
Holding down a grimace, Wufei slipped a hand on to the European man's
knee, the other playfully taking a sip of the man's cider. Even knowing
it was probably spiked with something harder than just apples and spice,
but he was going to take any help he could get. He swore he could feel
her sapphire blues intensely watching his every movement. "It's my
fault, entirely. My editor and I had a slight disagreement about a pivotal
chapter in my book over whether a certain interview should be included
or not. I ended up severely behind once he and I came to an agreement."
"Oh, I figured something like that came up. Miri can be so vague
at times." Chuckling, she sipped from her glass. "But you will
make it up to me, right?"
"Of course." Wufei nodded, holding down a flinch when the older
man started softly playing with strands of his hair.
"I was hoping to see you in the near future." The blonde man
agreed. Relena settled back in her seat, looking the pair of them over,
"Then you won't think me selfish if I ask to have you both accompany
Lady Anne and her male companion at my palace for Thanksgiving dinner?"
"A..." Wufei darted a look to the European man for backup.
"Well, you know we usually have dinner at Quatre's..." He hedged,
taking his glass back from Fei's fingers.
"I know, I would love to go like I do every year, but it is usually
a business and political get together as much as it is friends and family.
I would hope he wouldn't protest to me stealing you and Fei for one Thanksgiving.
I just wanted to spend some private time with you two and Mariemaia. How
often do you spend quality time with your sister, Miri?"
Watching those warm eyes mist up in hopes of winning over her brother,
Wufei was decidedly glad he didn't have siblings. Very grateful.
"Fei?" She asked, that gaze turning to his own.
"I can't think of any real issues..." he started, furiously
screaming internally, `Accept having to spend an entire weekend lounging
over a man who wants to treat me like his lover even if I'm not.' He turned
his curious gaze to those icy blue orbs.
Zechs sighed as he met that seemingly sweet stare that basically read
that if he agreed he was a dead man. "Let me discuss it with Quatre,
though I sincerely doubt there would be an issues or problems. I'm sure
Marie would love spending a weekend with you and Lady Ann. Besides we
all know how that girl lives for the slopes, and there should be plenty
of snow on them by then for some serious cross- country skiing."
If he were able to, Wufei would have started banging his head against
the coffee table, or started strangling the source of his on coming headache.
She straightened up, and leaned forward, "Besides, Miri, how could
you deny me the fun of having you over for your anniversary."
`Anniversary?' Wufei contemplated. `She couldn't possibly mean...'
He suddenly remembered the wedding picture. It was sunny and looked like
"Too bad we couldn't be in Sank, like where we were for your wedding.
Its beautiful there this time of year..." Relena babbled on. "Its
only because its unnaturally Springtime there constantly. Guess those
hot springs were good for something." Zechs added. Turning to the
Asian man, he asked, "Sounds great, huh love?"
`Yes,' Wufei thought heatedly, `The man was going to die a long, slow,
torturous death.' He grinned and leaned his head back against the older