By TJ Dragonblade
Pairing: 2+/x5...there's no citrus in this, but their relationship is
*definitely* an 'x'...
Warnings: Uh...none? Fluff and WAFF held together with a touch of sap?
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is created by Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino,
copyrighted by Sunrise/SOTSU Agency, and distributed by Bandai entertainment.
In other words, I am merely playing with the boys for the entertainment
of myself and hopefully others; in so doing I mean no disrespect or copyright
Credits: Inspired by Stevie Wonder 's 'I Just Called to Say I Love You'.
Title is one of the lines in the song...
Feedback: I love the stuff
as much as any other author out there...
Notes: I was driving into work one day and heard the song; I hadn't heard
it in years. And seeing as how most of my ideas springboard off of songs,
I naturally started thinking about how *this* one could work. This ficlet
just sorta unfolded that afternoon and the next. I thought it was better
than the other option that came to mind--the Boyz all get drunk in a karaoke
bar and take turns on the song... Anyway. Hope it's not *too* sappy for
<<conversations over electronics>> I've grown accustomed to
seeing them indicated thusly reading Mel & Christy's fics; I do hope it's
alright for me to make use of the device?
Setting: AC201. Preventer's HQ
The electronic trilling of
his vidphone startled Chang Wufei back to reality from the muddled depths
of the mission report that he was slogging through. He'd been trying to
decipher the damned thing for the last hour, making it through seven pages
out of twenty in that time. Passers-by to his partially open office door
had been treated to the sound of his annoyed muttering and the occasional
curse offered under his breath in mandarin. Anyone bold enough to peek
in would probably have expected to find him hunched over the report, jacket
hanging crookedly off the back of his chair, tie loosened and hair frazzled
every-which-way; said hypothetical persons would have been surprised to
see him sitting straight, leaning only slightly forward, uniform still
complete and immaculate and every hair properly in place. Even amidst
the most aggravating of administrative evils, Chang Wufei was and would
always be Chang Wufei.
Still, the soft trilling of the vidphone was a welcome interruption. He
laid down the report and pressed the 'accept call' button. "Chang."
<<Hiya, Sexy!>> Duo's face popped onto the screen, complete
with his standard hundred-watt grin.
"Duo." Wufei's 'all business' expression melted into a genuine smile even
as he blushed ever-so-slightly at the compliment. "A welcome respite,
indeed. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
<<Respite from what?>> Duo asked, ignoring Wufei's question.
<<What're they doin' to ya up there?>>
"The administrative equivalent of your Christian fire and brimstone,"
Wufei answered wryly.
<<Ah.>> Duo sounded sympathetic. <<Admin Hell.>>
"Indeed. Hamilton is a fine officer and a model ex-soldier, but the man's
reports are an absolute mess. He has no grasp of coherent narrative
skills and his grammar is truly horrendous." Wufei sighed and sat back,
<<My grammar is horrendous,>> Duo pointed out, grinning.
<<You don't seem to mind that too much.>>
"That is because you are special, Duo," Wufei answered, grinning in return.
"And you do not subject me to tedious, rambling, twenty-page mission
reports full of it! If I can ever make any sense of this mess,
I am willing to bet that you would have been able to concisely
state all the relevant and important information in just two pages."
<<Nah--I'd do it in one. I hate writing reports.>>
"But at least you do them correctly and well. This...this is beginning
to make me wish I had injured something more substantial than my knee."
<<Rather camp out in the infirmary than put up with desk duty, huh?
"Yes. At least there it is possible to amuse oneself annoying our dear
<<Ah, yeah.>> Duo's smile was reminiscent. <<Livin'
with me's rubbin' off on ya, 'Fei--you gotta quit pickin' up my bad habits
or she'll really kill both of us.>>
"Indeed." Wufei was toying idly with the red pen in his fingers. "So.
What can I do for you?"
<<Hm?>> Duo looked vaguely startled.
"I assume you had a reason for calling? Aside from gracing me with the
beauty of your face?"
<<Uh...yeah.>> A faint blush lit alabaster cheeks.
<<I'm booo-ooored!>> Duo wailed, leaning forward and
closer to his screen. <<God, have you ever been on cell-block
guard duty? These guys have no imagination--no ranting, no screaming,
no threats to my person, no lurid suggestions, no attempted jailbreaks--it's
worse'n visiting the zoo at nap time! Boring, I tell ya!>>
Wufei shook his head slightly, smiling. "Anyone else would count such
lack of insurrection a blessing," he replied.
<<Yeah, but I'm psychotic, as you like to remind me every day. I
can't have any *fun* this way!>> He glanced to either side
and leaned closer still, voice lowering conspiratorially. <<Y'know
what I think? I think they're all scareda me.>>
Wufei snorted, laughing softly. "The unholy terror of Shinigami's reputation
haunts you still, hm?"
<<Yeah.>> Duo leaned back, lacing his hands behind his head.
<<I figure I'm stuck with it for life. So here I sit, babysitting
the world's most well-behaved prisoners--bored outta my mind, I tell ya.>>
Wufei twirled his pen. "You could have continued field duty with
a temporary partner while I healed, Maxwell," he reminded gently.
<<Yeah, well, I didn't wanna. I don't trust just anyone to cover
my six, y'know?>>
"So you would rather sit watch on a 'boring' cell block than go your regular
duties with a stranger by your side?"
<<I'd rather do this than work without you,>> Duo clarified,
leaning forward again. <<Even among the few people in this world
I do trust, 'Fei, you're...you're special.>>
A very pleasant, soft sort of warmth spread through Wufei at that admission,
and he couldn't help smiling a rare, gentle smile at his lover.
But Duo wasn't looking; he seemed to have found something inordinately
fascinating about one corner of the blotter on his desk. Wufei leaned
forward, setting his pen aside.
The other glanced up, looking unusually nervous all of a sudden.
"There is something else on your mind, xin ai(1)," Wufei said gently.
"I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell me..."
Duo chuckled. <<Know me that well, do ya?>> He sighed and
ran a hand up under his bangs, pushing them out of his face only to have
them fall back a second later. <<Well, then...I'm hoping you know
why I don't want to be goin' on missions and leaving you behind?>>
His eyes met Wufei's, and the Chinese youth inclined his head in acknowledgement.
"Yes, Duo, I know why," he said softly.
<<And why I like screwing your pretty little brains out every
chance I get,>> the other continued, oddly without the teasing grin
that would normally accompany such a statement.
Wufei flushed darkly, praying that no one on Duo's end or on the other
side of his own half-open door had been close enough to hear that.
Duo was still talking. <<'Cause, I mean, y'know, it's not just because
I'm a horny little devil and you're the god of all wet dreams and
the human embodiment of sex appeal--there's a lot more too it...>>
"I know," Wufei said, still blushing furiously. "Though you never can
bring yourself to say it--still, I know."
Duo was fidgeting by now. <<Yeah, see, that's kinda why I called.
D'you know why I never say it?>>
"I have guesses; but no," Wufei admitted, leaning a little more forward.
Duo's demeanor indicated that whatever was on his mind was quite important
and more than a little bit difficult for him.
<<Well...y'see...everyone I've ever been close to has died...my
parents, Solo, half the gang, Father Maxwell, Sister Helen...and now there's
all of you guys.>> He drew in a deep breath. <<Yeah, Shinigami
still haunts me. There's a part of me that's terrified you're all gonna
die--especially you, 'Fei, 'cause you mean so much more to me than anyone
else ever has.>> His eyes dropped to the desk again.
"Thank you, Duo, for telling me this," Wufei said softly, that pleasant
warmth still running through him. "I appreciate the confidence, and I
do understand." He was going to continue, but Duo interrupted.
<<No, 'Fei, there's more.>> He met Wufei's gaze, and paused.
His mouth opened, then closed; he fidgeted with the corner of the blotter
again, then brought his eyes back to Wufei's. <<I-->> He closed
his mouth again.
Wufei smiled just the tiniest bit. "Spit it out, Maxwell," he said, ever-so-gently,
leaning forward on his crossed arms.
Duo took a deep breath. <<I've been thinkin' a lot today, 'Fei,
and this is what I've come up with: The way I feel about you is there
already, regardless of anything I may or may not do or say; and it's too
late to do anything about it. I feel it, y'know? I'm closer to
you than I've ever been to anyone, and you're still alive, see? How's
saying it out loud gonna change that? I know you'd like to hear it, and
this fear of mine is just silly. I mean, what do I think, that if I say
the words you're gonna keel over and croak on me? That's ridiculous, y'know?>>
He took a deep breath and blew it out through his bangs. <<So I
sat here and I decided I was gonna tell ya.>>
For some odd reason, Wufei's heart was beating a bit faster. "Duo, beloved--you
needn't do anything you feel unready to do. I know how you feel, and I
am happy in that knowledge, whether or no you ever can say the words."
<<But it's time to quit hiding from this imaginary curse of mine,>>
Duo said emphatically. <<So.>>
Wufei said nothing, simply waited with his heart in his throat; after
a second, Duo drew in a deep breath.
<<I...I just called to say...I love you.>>
Slowly, Wufei smiled, the kind of smile that sets in deeper than skin
and muscle tissue and transforms one's entire aura. Happiness shone in
his depthless eyes as Duo spoke again.
<<I love you, Chang Wufei. I...I'll see you later, 'kay?>>
His face disappeared abruptly from the vidscreen.
He'd said it.
After all these years, he had finally said it.
Moving in a pleasant sort of half-daze, Wufei reached to disconnect his
end of the call, picked up his pen and the infuriating report, and went
back to work.
The deep, happy smile stayed on his face for the rest of the day.
(1) xin ai: (mandarin) Beloved
TJ: Heh--wow. I did a quickie!
Duo: Yeah, fluff usually comes faster than citrus or angst with you...
TJ: Y'know, there's a double entendre in there that I'm just *not* gonna
touch 'cause Ace would probably get mad...
Ace: (muse of sap, fluff, and general happiness) ...Hey...
Erik: (Angst muse) (smirks)
Bastian: (Citrus muse) (snickers)
Ace: Oh, shut up. 'S not true...
Duo: (throws an arm around his shoulders) Heh--now you know how *I* felt
after K'Money did G-Review 3...
TJ: Fear not, Du-Berry. Those nasty rumors shall be laid to rest soon
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