...get...off...my...leg...damn...bunny...
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lavandarlizard2This would be the back end of an east-bound bunny... Bye-bye... Hop safely. Give Sunhawk a hug from me. *snerk!*
25b - Mermaids in the Moonlight
Wufei bounced out of his chair grinning broadly. “Duo! Trowa! My dear friends!” he cried sweetly. “You’re back! How did it go? Were you successful?”
Duo and Trowa both froze, staring at the... the *giddy* Were-Dragon.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Trowa in near-horror. “Heero gave him a *lobotomy*!”
Duo’s head whipped around. “He did *not*!” he cried indignantly. “Heero wouldn’t do that!”
That movement exposed Duo’s bruised face to the greater part of the room.
“Holy shit!” roared Wufei, all sweetness gone. “You let Duo get *hurt*!”
“*WHAT*?!” The walls shook.
“Oh, crap...” breathed Trowa, taking a step backwards.
“He did *not*!” screamed Duo as Heero suddenly appeared at his elbow, reaching for his face and Trowa’s shirt. “Trowa had *nothing* to do with it! The homeowner clocked me ‘cuz I called her a bitch! Heero, let *go* of him!" he yelled pulling at the hand that had closed on Trowa’s shirt collar. “Wufei, you snarky worm; sit the hell *down*!”
The room fell silent; Duo’s panting was the only sound.
Into that silence, after five seconds, came Tiffany’s amused chuckle. “And how was your lunch?”
~*~
Duo strode through the corridors, the Dragons hurrying to keep up with him.
“Chosen, please... I apologized to Trowa.”
Duo snorted and kept walking.
“So did I,” ground out Wufei.
Duo didn’t dignify that with even a snort.
“Duo, angel...”
“Not talking to you right now. Either of you!” He stopped sharply at his door and turned to stab a finger into Heero’s sternum. “I can bloody well take care of myself, Yuy! If I get hurt it’s my own damn fault, not Trowa’s or anybody else’s! Don’t you *ever* embarrass me like that again!”
Heero blinked. That stabbing index finger *hurt*. “Yes, Chosen,” he answered in a subdued tone. Well, he definitely wasn’t getting any tonight. Crap.
Duo rounded on Wufei. “And *you*! Trowa is your best friend! How *dare* you assume he would ever allow harm to come to his partner on a job, if there was any way at all to prevent it!” Wufei also received a few painful stabs from the pointed finger. What did the Banshee do – sharpen that digit?
He opened his mouth to reply, then shut it, thinking better of anything he might say. He nodded instead.
Duo snorted indignantly. He opened his door, stepped inside, and slammed the door on the two flinching Dragons.
There was a long silence. Then...
“Hm. So, Heero... You want to get some dinner?”
A long sigh.
“Might as well. That connecting door’s going to be locked tonight.”
“Um... Sorry about that...”
Shrug. “Whatever.”
“He ever do this before?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Huh. Who knew?”
“Yeah.”
~*~
Wufei eyed Heero surreptitiously from the corners of his eyes. The Wyvern didn’t seem particularly upset. Fancy that. Even knowing that he’d be sleeping alone tonight. And maybe even tomorrow night, as well.
At least tonight wasn’t any different from any other night for Wufei. He certainly had plenty of experience in sleeping alone, and he frankly preferred it that way. Trowa, on the other hand, was forever getting into these moods where he wanted to just suck right up against Wufei, wherever they happened to be. Another of those ‘cat’ things, he supposed. It wasn’t that bad in the winter, when Trowa insisted on behaving like a fur rug and sprawling out all over him in the recliner. He was actually pretty useful then. Until he started that kneading thing with his claws; even Wufei’s scales weren’t armor enough against those huge claws.
“You think this’ll last past tomorrow?” he wondered aloud, meaning Duo’s snit.
Heero shrugged.
“I guess we know what one of his hot buttons is...”
“You think...?”
He pushed a scallop around his plate idly, wondering if Trowa would put the damn chain on the door. He’d locked him out a time or two when he decided that Wufei’s behavior warranted some kind of punishment. It was getting a little old to keep kicking the door in... And the neighbors would probably complain one of these days.
He sighed deeply. He had a bad feeling that, after the hilarity yesterday, his inopportune remarks this morning and the jumping to conclusions he’d done this afternoon, he was going to be sleeping in his car tonight. Crap.
“Heero? You want to go to a club after dinner? I’ll buy.” Maybe he could stave off the inevitable for a couple more hours. And who knew; maybe he and Heero could actually have a good time together. They used to be able to just hang out together, back when Heero was an intern and they were both trying to get used to this place...
Heero paused thoughtfully, staring at the piece of steak on his fork. “No,” he said finally, “I think I’ll just go home and try to remember where his boundaries are.” He looked over at the Were-Dragon. “I think I’d prefer to hang out some time when we’re not both on lock-out. It taints the whole idea of ‘hanging out’.”
“Yeah, it does,” Wufei agreed with a sigh. He popped the piece of scallop into his mouth. Heero sure knew how to pick good restaurants.
~*~
Heero could hear Duo moving about the room; it sounded like he was pacing. Not a good sign if he was still that restless over three hours after returning to his room.
Heero leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, wafted the small plate in the direction of Duo’s room and blew gently over the surface of the chocolates, using his personal magic to send the enticing scent past the closed door and into the room. Then he waited. The Banshee had an excellent sense of smell; he would notice this. Whether he would act upon that notice was anyone’s guess.
The pacing slowed and faltered, then stopped altogether. Several minutes of dead silence followed.
The carefully arranged pile of truffles was neither too skimpy to be considered an inadequate apology, nor so overblown as to be a joke. He was baiting a delicate trap, one that would only succeed if Duo chose to allow it.
But damn it; he didn’t want to sleep alone. He needed his Chosen curled in his arms.
Then the door was snatched open; Heero straightened immediately.
Duo clung to the door with one hand, the other planted on his hip. He was breathing heavily, as if he’d run up several flights of stairs. His purple eyes flashed dangerously, his nostrils flared in warning, but his lips parted delicately as if already tasting the smooth chocolate.
They made eye contact only briefly, before Heero lowered his eyes, bowing slightly and extending the little golden plate with its delectable array of Duo’s favorite truffles.
“I am sorry, Duo,” he said quietly. “You are absolutely correct; I had no cause to be so disrespectful of your abilities. Please forgive me, Duo.”
He could almost feel Duo’s glare pinging off the top of his head in the silence, but finally the Banshee spoke.
“Do you really think you can just show up w-with chocolate and that forgives everything?” Was there just a faint tremor in that smooth voice?
“No. I do not expect instant forgiveness,” he murmured. “But I love you, and it hurts to know that you are angry and that it is my fault.”
A tiny little sigh.
“It hurt, Heero; that you would immediately assume that someone else failed to protect me. Wouldn’t you be angry if I assumed that you needed a bodyguard every time you went out? Wouldn’t you feel that I didn’t trust you? And wouldn’t that just piss you off?” His voice had firmed with his words, Heero noted. “I know it’s dangerous sometimes, but Heero, honest to crap, I really *can* protect myself when need be.”
“I know that, Chosen,” he murmured. “In my head, I do know that. Sometimes, though... Sometimes my heart takes control... I am truly sorry.”
Another sigh; louder and more obviously resigned.
“You’d better not do it again.”
“I will try very hard not to, Chosen.” He watched Duo’s bare feet, noting when he shifted his weight.
“Is there a mocha butter cream in there?”
“Of course,” he smirked as Duo moved closer.
“Well, okay then...” The plate was lifted from his hands. “C’mon, Mr Lucky; I forgive you.”
He followed Duo into his room, not bothering to hide his relieved smile.
~*~
Wufei pulled his toes up under the edge of the comforter and wished he could just push the gearshift out of the way. He was going to feel like a damn pretzel come morning.
He hadn’t even bothered to knock after finding the comforter and a pillow in the hall in front of the door. Under the note pinned to the door.
“’I told Duo what you said I did.’”
*sigh*
Some arguments you just couldn’t win.
Rotten cat.
~*~
Wufei staggered up the stairs the next morning.
If Trowa ever locked him out of the apartment again, he was going to make chopped Puma for dinner. He felt like three miles of dirt road and probably looked like twelve. His back seemed to have a permanent crick in it, his neck refused to turn to the right at all and his knees ached from being wrapped around the gearshift. Even his toes were cold. If he’d had any sense, he’d’ve gone and gotten a motel room.
But when did he ever have any sense?
He stumbled into the office and stopped dead, staring.
Heero sprawled in his chair, feet on the desk, folding and throwing paper airplanes. A small smile, barely more than a smirk, played over his lips and every so often he sighed happily.
“Heero!” squawked Wufei indignantly. “Why are you so happy? You got locked out just like I did.”
Heero tilted his chair even further back to look at the Were-Dragon upside-down, his smirk growing wider.
“Locked out? That’s too bad, Wufei. It was pretty cold out, wasn’t it?”
“What the hell...?!”
“Too bad you’ve never learned the delicate art of negotiation, Chang. You might have been as warm and toasty last night as I was.”
“Huh?” What was going on here? Heero got the same door slammed in his face that Wufei did; what the hell was he smiling and babbling about?
“Oh, hi Wufei. Did you sleep well?” Duo came from the storage room with an armload of parchments.
“Huh?”
The Banshee made a deliberate detour past Heero’s desk, pausing briefly to lean down and kiss him warmly. “Mmm... Wanna go to your room for lunch?” he murmured.
“I would love to, Chosen,” murmured Heero in return, running his hand affectionately up Duo’s leg.
“Huh?!”
Duo ambled past him, grinning broadly.
“You know, you really shouldn’t lie to your friends, Fei.”
Conspiracy. Set up. Framed. Hoist on his own petard... Whatever the hell a petard was.
“Shit! I’ve been *played*!”
And by a *Banshee*...
Well, damn.
25b - Mermaids in the Moonlight
Wufei bounced out of his chair grinning broadly. “Duo! Trowa! My dear friends!” he cried sweetly. “You’re back! How did it go? Were you successful?”
Duo and Trowa both froze, staring at the... the *giddy* Were-Dragon.
“Oh my god!” exclaimed Trowa in near-horror. “Heero gave him a *lobotomy*!”
Duo’s head whipped around. “He did *not*!” he cried indignantly. “Heero wouldn’t do that!”
That movement exposed Duo’s bruised face to the greater part of the room.
“Holy shit!” roared Wufei, all sweetness gone. “You let Duo get *hurt*!”
“*WHAT*?!” The walls shook.
“Oh, crap...” breathed Trowa, taking a step backwards.
“He did *not*!” screamed Duo as Heero suddenly appeared at his elbow, reaching for his face and Trowa’s shirt. “Trowa had *nothing* to do with it! The homeowner clocked me ‘cuz I called her a bitch! Heero, let *go* of him!" he yelled pulling at the hand that had closed on Trowa’s shirt collar. “Wufei, you snarky worm; sit the hell *down*!”
The room fell silent; Duo’s panting was the only sound.
Into that silence, after five seconds, came Tiffany’s amused chuckle. “And how was your lunch?”
~*~
Duo strode through the corridors, the Dragons hurrying to keep up with him.
“Chosen, please... I apologized to Trowa.”
Duo snorted and kept walking.
“So did I,” ground out Wufei.
Duo didn’t dignify that with even a snort.
“Duo, angel...”
“Not talking to you right now. Either of you!” He stopped sharply at his door and turned to stab a finger into Heero’s sternum. “I can bloody well take care of myself, Yuy! If I get hurt it’s my own damn fault, not Trowa’s or anybody else’s! Don’t you *ever* embarrass me like that again!”
Heero blinked. That stabbing index finger *hurt*. “Yes, Chosen,” he answered in a subdued tone. Well, he definitely wasn’t getting any tonight. Crap.
Duo rounded on Wufei. “And *you*! Trowa is your best friend! How *dare* you assume he would ever allow harm to come to his partner on a job, if there was any way at all to prevent it!” Wufei also received a few painful stabs from the pointed finger. What did the Banshee do – sharpen that digit?
He opened his mouth to reply, then shut it, thinking better of anything he might say. He nodded instead.
Duo snorted indignantly. He opened his door, stepped inside, and slammed the door on the two flinching Dragons.
There was a long silence. Then...
“Hm. So, Heero... You want to get some dinner?”
A long sigh.
“Might as well. That connecting door’s going to be locked tonight.”
“Um... Sorry about that...”
Shrug. “Whatever.”
“He ever do this before?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Huh. Who knew?”
“Yeah.”
~*~
Wufei eyed Heero surreptitiously from the corners of his eyes. The Wyvern didn’t seem particularly upset. Fancy that. Even knowing that he’d be sleeping alone tonight. And maybe even tomorrow night, as well.
At least tonight wasn’t any different from any other night for Wufei. He certainly had plenty of experience in sleeping alone, and he frankly preferred it that way. Trowa, on the other hand, was forever getting into these moods where he wanted to just suck right up against Wufei, wherever they happened to be. Another of those ‘cat’ things, he supposed. It wasn’t that bad in the winter, when Trowa insisted on behaving like a fur rug and sprawling out all over him in the recliner. He was actually pretty useful then. Until he started that kneading thing with his claws; even Wufei’s scales weren’t armor enough against those huge claws.
“You think this’ll last past tomorrow?” he wondered aloud, meaning Duo’s snit.
Heero shrugged.
“I guess we know what one of his hot buttons is...”
“You think...?”
He pushed a scallop around his plate idly, wondering if Trowa would put the damn chain on the door. He’d locked him out a time or two when he decided that Wufei’s behavior warranted some kind of punishment. It was getting a little old to keep kicking the door in... And the neighbors would probably complain one of these days.
He sighed deeply. He had a bad feeling that, after the hilarity yesterday, his inopportune remarks this morning and the jumping to conclusions he’d done this afternoon, he was going to be sleeping in his car tonight. Crap.
“Heero? You want to go to a club after dinner? I’ll buy.” Maybe he could stave off the inevitable for a couple more hours. And who knew; maybe he and Heero could actually have a good time together. They used to be able to just hang out together, back when Heero was an intern and they were both trying to get used to this place...
Heero paused thoughtfully, staring at the piece of steak on his fork. “No,” he said finally, “I think I’ll just go home and try to remember where his boundaries are.” He looked over at the Were-Dragon. “I think I’d prefer to hang out some time when we’re not both on lock-out. It taints the whole idea of ‘hanging out’.”
“Yeah, it does,” Wufei agreed with a sigh. He popped the piece of scallop into his mouth. Heero sure knew how to pick good restaurants.
~*~
Heero could hear Duo moving about the room; it sounded like he was pacing. Not a good sign if he was still that restless over three hours after returning to his room.
Heero leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, wafted the small plate in the direction of Duo’s room and blew gently over the surface of the chocolates, using his personal magic to send the enticing scent past the closed door and into the room. Then he waited. The Banshee had an excellent sense of smell; he would notice this. Whether he would act upon that notice was anyone’s guess.
The pacing slowed and faltered, then stopped altogether. Several minutes of dead silence followed.
The carefully arranged pile of truffles was neither too skimpy to be considered an inadequate apology, nor so overblown as to be a joke. He was baiting a delicate trap, one that would only succeed if Duo chose to allow it.
But damn it; he didn’t want to sleep alone. He needed his Chosen curled in his arms.
Then the door was snatched open; Heero straightened immediately.
Duo clung to the door with one hand, the other planted on his hip. He was breathing heavily, as if he’d run up several flights of stairs. His purple eyes flashed dangerously, his nostrils flared in warning, but his lips parted delicately as if already tasting the smooth chocolate.
They made eye contact only briefly, before Heero lowered his eyes, bowing slightly and extending the little golden plate with its delectable array of Duo’s favorite truffles.
“I am sorry, Duo,” he said quietly. “You are absolutely correct; I had no cause to be so disrespectful of your abilities. Please forgive me, Duo.”
He could almost feel Duo’s glare pinging off the top of his head in the silence, but finally the Banshee spoke.
“Do you really think you can just show up w-with chocolate and that forgives everything?” Was there just a faint tremor in that smooth voice?
“No. I do not expect instant forgiveness,” he murmured. “But I love you, and it hurts to know that you are angry and that it is my fault.”
A tiny little sigh.
“It hurt, Heero; that you would immediately assume that someone else failed to protect me. Wouldn’t you be angry if I assumed that you needed a bodyguard every time you went out? Wouldn’t you feel that I didn’t trust you? And wouldn’t that just piss you off?” His voice had firmed with his words, Heero noted. “I know it’s dangerous sometimes, but Heero, honest to crap, I really *can* protect myself when need be.”
“I know that, Chosen,” he murmured. “In my head, I do know that. Sometimes, though... Sometimes my heart takes control... I am truly sorry.”
Another sigh; louder and more obviously resigned.
“You’d better not do it again.”
“I will try very hard not to, Chosen.” He watched Duo’s bare feet, noting when he shifted his weight.
“Is there a mocha butter cream in there?”
“Of course,” he smirked as Duo moved closer.
“Well, okay then...” The plate was lifted from his hands. “C’mon, Mr Lucky; I forgive you.”
He followed Duo into his room, not bothering to hide his relieved smile.
~*~
Wufei pulled his toes up under the edge of the comforter and wished he could just push the gearshift out of the way. He was going to feel like a damn pretzel come morning.
He hadn’t even bothered to knock after finding the comforter and a pillow in the hall in front of the door. Under the note pinned to the door.
“’I told Duo what you said I did.’”
*sigh*
Some arguments you just couldn’t win.
Rotten cat.
~*~
Wufei staggered up the stairs the next morning.
If Trowa ever locked him out of the apartment again, he was going to make chopped Puma for dinner. He felt like three miles of dirt road and probably looked like twelve. His back seemed to have a permanent crick in it, his neck refused to turn to the right at all and his knees ached from being wrapped around the gearshift. Even his toes were cold. If he’d had any sense, he’d’ve gone and gotten a motel room.
But when did he ever have any sense?
He stumbled into the office and stopped dead, staring.
Heero sprawled in his chair, feet on the desk, folding and throwing paper airplanes. A small smile, barely more than a smirk, played over his lips and every so often he sighed happily.
“Heero!” squawked Wufei indignantly. “Why are you so happy? You got locked out just like I did.”
Heero tilted his chair even further back to look at the Were-Dragon upside-down, his smirk growing wider.
“Locked out? That’s too bad, Wufei. It was pretty cold out, wasn’t it?”
“What the hell...?!”
“Too bad you’ve never learned the delicate art of negotiation, Chang. You might have been as warm and toasty last night as I was.”
“Huh?” What was going on here? Heero got the same door slammed in his face that Wufei did; what the hell was he smiling and babbling about?
“Oh, hi Wufei. Did you sleep well?” Duo came from the storage room with an armload of parchments.
“Huh?”
The Banshee made a deliberate detour past Heero’s desk, pausing briefly to lean down and kiss him warmly. “Mmm... Wanna go to your room for lunch?” he murmured.
“I would love to, Chosen,” murmured Heero in return, running his hand affectionately up Duo’s leg.
“Huh?!”
Duo ambled past him, grinning broadly.
“You know, you really shouldn’t lie to your friends, Fei.”
Conspiracy. Set up. Framed. Hoist on his own petard... Whatever the hell a petard was.
“Shit! I’ve been *played*!”
And by a *Banshee*...
Well, damn.
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Date: 2004-11-22 07:02 pm (UTC)Wufei should take lessons.
ok, so I'm a little fixated on this....
Date: 2004-11-22 07:13 pm (UTC)what did he say!?
..... I'm never going to find out am I?
Heh, poor dragon, I'd feel sorrier for him if he didn't deserve it. I love Heero's idea of negotiations, where can I get a Wyvern like him?
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Date: 2004-11-22 08:00 pm (UTC)Oooooh... poor Wufei! Not that he didn't ask for it, but still. *snicker*
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Date: 2004-11-22 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-22 10:20 pm (UTC)I did enjoy watching Wu Fei and Heero grovelling to duo though, how prescious.
-TCM
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Date: 2004-11-23 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 04:22 pm (UTC)And he's not afraid to admit when he's been an ass. ^_^
Re: ok, so I'm a little fixated on this....
Date: 2004-11-23 04:24 pm (UTC)Wouldn't we all love to have a Wyvern like Heero... *sigh*
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Date: 2004-11-23 04:28 pm (UTC)You'd think the guy would learn, wouldn't you? Guess that's a consequence of that "Chinese Imperial Five-Toed Were-Dragon" stuff. Attitude; ya gotta love it. ^_^
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Date: 2004-11-23 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 04:32 pm (UTC)I personally think no one grovels with as much sincerity as Heero. But only when warranted
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Date: 2004-11-23 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 06:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-23 08:05 pm (UTC)Which reminds me... Met at the truck tonight by a strange crying kitty... If he's still hanging about come Friday, I may have another cat... I'm hoping he's just sneaked out and that someone will retrieve him.
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Date: 2004-11-24 05:05 am (UTC)Ignores the fact that that is where own second cat came from. ^^;
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Date: 2004-11-24 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-25 09:48 am (UTC)*he likes the butterscotch cremes too*