Gundam Wing: Angel and the Dragon

Part 10

Wufei was marched downstairs to the living room. He sat in the armchair and Trowa faced him, carefully out of arms- or legs-reach, and leveled the gun at his face. Wufei stared at the black hole in the barrel, refusing to give in to the terror that was spreading through his body like a poisonous cloud.

:He's going to shoot me.:

"I had had suspicions, Wufei, but even I had difficulty believing them. Explain, and make it good." Trowa said evenly. There was no trace of anger, not even of determination. His voice was cold, almost monotonic, and utterly without compassion. Wufei felt a chill spread through his body and he fought the urge to shiver with every ounce of will he possessed.

:I will show no regret, no weakness. I have done nothing wrong.:

"No explanation I can give will do any good. What you saw cannot be argued with."

Trowa remained silent. He seemed to be waiting for Wufei to elaborate, and the Chinese pilot saw no other option but to do so. :For Treize. I cannot die, for him.:

"I can only say that I am not a spy. I have told them nothing, and Treize, in return, tells me nothing. Perhaps I deserve to die because I have not taken advantage of the opportunities I have been presented with and assassinated him, but my honour would not permit it. I will kill a man in battle, but I will not seduce him and kill him while he is asleep, no matter how much it would help my cause."

He tore his eyes away from the gun and looked into Trowa's emotionless eyes. "Trowa, I fight for justice, and I fight for the colonies. When I went to rescue Duo with you, I did so because Duo is my comrade, and we fight for the same ideals." He looked down and clutched his hands into fists so hard his fingernails drew blood. "I admit freely that I allowed my emotions to make me weak, so that I was distracted and captured when Treize appeared and called to me." He looked up again, his eyes almost pleading. "Demo, to atone for that betrayal, I have done one better; I compromised my honour. I used Treize's feelings for me to get him off guard, which was what allowed me to escape. Furthermore, I have brought him here, with the full knowledge that I have only a small part in deciding his fate, and that the rest of you might have decided to kill him.

"I will not apologize for doing what I have done. I will not deny that I love him, and I firmly believe his sincerity when he says that he loves me. If you do not believe me, then kill me, or allow me to leave with Nataku so I can fight on my own. That way, I will know nothing of your movements and will be unable to compromise your security. I am at your mercy, Trowa." He dropped his head at the last sentence and was almost unable to choke it out. His throat constricted around the words. Such sentiments were anathema to him, but he forced himself to speak them.

Trowa didn't move for a long time. Wufei didn't look up again. He sat, head bowed, waiting for the explosion of sound and pain that would herald his death.

"Wufei," Trowa said quietly.

It took Wufei a moment to find his voice. "H-Hai."

"Does he treat you well?"

"Huh?" Wufei looked up suddenly. Trowa's eyes were just as blank as always, but deep within them lay a faint glimmer. "Yes, very well. Otherwise, I would never go back to him."

Trowa nodded once, then clicked the safety back on and holstered the gun in one smooth movement. He walked past the armchair and headed for the stairs. Wufei leapt up and watched him leave, open-mouthed. "At the beginning of the war, I probably would have shot you, but Quatre has taught me about love. So long as he treats you well, you may have him." He stopped, his foot on the first step, and turned to look at the shocked pilot. "On the condition that everyone know of this, and that we always know when you are going to see him."

"Why that condition?"

Trowa's mouth curved up in a very small smile. "Forgive me for not trusting you completely, Wufei. But we will not betray your honour either, have no fear."

He turned away and continued up the stairs. His heart thudding in his chest, Wufei bowed deeply. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Trowa!" he cried.

"Go back to your koibito, Wufei. He is waiting for you, and your shift lasts until morning," Trowa said, then disappeared into the room he and Quatre shared.

"Uh, hai." Wufei went up the stairs in a daze and reentered Heero's room.

"Dragon!" Treize exclaimed. He was stopped from leaping across the room and grabbing Wufei only by the small circlets of metal around his wrists. As it was, the headboard creaked dangerously.

Wufei looked at him, wearing what felt like a silly grin, but not caring too much. "Trowa didn't kill me." He crossed the room and began unlocking the cuffs.

"I can see that." Freed from the restraints, Treize was free to grab Wufei and nearly choke him with the force of his embrace. "Dragon, I was so worried! What happened?"

Wufei loosened Treize's grip enough to permit him to breathe before answering. "He just asked me to explain. I was sure he wouldn't believe me, but he did. He said that so long as you continue to treat me well, and so long as the other pilots know that I've gone to see you when I do, it's all right."

Treize's eyes narrowed. "But, might they not simply follow you when you come to visit me and have me killed?"

Wufei shook his head. "No, Trowa said they wouldn't betray me."

"But, dragon, does Trowa dictate policy for all of you?"

"Of course not!" Wufei said sharply, then his eyes hardened. "I'll make sure all of them agree before I come anywhere near you. I might have captured you, but I'm not going to let you die." He put his arms around Treize and squeezed tightly, whispering. "Not after I've finally admitted it to myself."

Treize sighed happily and dropped his head to Wufei's shoulder. After a moment, he raised it again. "In that case, dragon," he said softly. "Where were we?"

Wufei looked up at him, a smile on his face. "Right here, I think." He tilted his head and kissed him.

The kiss deepened and their mouths opened, tongues warring in a dance like swordplay. Treize stripped Wufei of his tanktop again, and Wufei finished the task he'd begun of unbuttoning his shirt. They explored each others bodies as if they'd never felt them before, running their hands over each other. Treize shivered as Wufei's hands teased his abdomen softly, smiling as the sensitized skin jumped under his hands. Treize ran nimble fingers up and down the pilot's spine, eliciting sighs of pleasure.

Treize placed his hands on Wufei's chest, teasing his nipples erect as he gently pushed him down to the bed. Wufei's head was at the footboard, and he kicked the pillows off his feet with a small sound of irritation as they became tangled in them. Treize straddled him and leaned down to kiss him again, still teasing Wufei's nipples with his fingers. Wufei sighed and moaned, running his hands up and down Treize's back.

Wufei applied gentle pressure, rolling Treize off of him so they were both on their side. His hands moved downward, caressing Treize through the fabric of his pants. Treize moaned and moved his hands down as well. He undid the belt and slid it off the boy, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Then he undid the buttons precariously holding them on and slid his hand inside. Simultaneously, Wufei undid the clasp at the side of his pants and slid it down to his knees, grasping him firmly and beginning a slow pumping motion with his hand. Treize moaned into Wufei's mouth, and his hand closed around Wufei's swollen shaft and matched his rhythm.

Wufei was sure their moans and cries were clearly heard in Trowa and Quatre's room. Assuming they weren't too busy to notice, that is. When he was in a position to think, which wasn't often after the first few seconds of being held in Treize's delicious embrace.

Matching rhythm almost perfectly, they worked each other to a fever pitch. Before they came, Treize suddenly stopped, eliciting a cry from Wufei, who opened his eyes to look at his lover. There was a question in his eyes, which smoldered with a deep blue flame. Wufei shook his head, gasping.

"Don't, have, any. Never, needed, it, here." Treize nodded, and began pumping again, preventing Wufei from going completely mad with desire.

Finally, Treize came, spurting his seed and crying out Wufei's name. Wufei went over the edge a minute later, collapsing bonelessly into the mattress. Sluggishly, they reversed, picking up the pillows and snuggling under the covers. They lay entwined in each other, breathing softening from its earlier harshness.

"Dragon, honto ni ai shiteru," Treize said softly into Wufei's hair, which had become unbound at some point during their activity.

"Ai shiteru," Wufei replied, smiling. He laid a gentle kiss on Treize's lips and closed his eyes, relaxing into sleep a few minutes later. Treize followed him into pleasant dreams a few minutes later.

A knock at the door was followed immediately by it swinging open to admit Quatre. "Wufei, breakfast is-" Wufei raised his head sleepily as Quatre cut himself off with a squeak. The blonde boy's face deepened several shades of red as he took in Wufei's and Treize's state of undress. He leapt out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a cry. "I'm sorry, Wufei!"

Wufei grunted. "I don't know what his problem is. It's not as if he saw anything," he muttered.

Treize sat up. "Give the boy a break, dragon. I'm sure he never expected to see his friend in bed with the General of Oz, no matter what Trowa told him last night."

Wufei shrugged. He got up, stretching luxuriantly and began dressing. Treize, behind him, smiled. "Be careful, dragon. You're tempting me again."

Wufei shot an irritated glance at Treize. "Control yourself. Go have a shower, you're a mess, and I won't have Zechs thinking we've mistreated you."

Treize chuckled. "I'm sure Duo has reassured him on that account."

"Duo doesn't know about us."

"True." Treize stretched, his muscles rippling, and got up. "Going to accompany me, dragon?"

Wufei turned a previously unexplored colour of red and he spluttered. "Don't press your luck, General!"

Treize ran his fingers lightly over Wufei's blushing face. "To think you think so little of me, dragon! I only meant that it's unlikely that your friends would appreciate me wandering to the bathroom unescorted."

"Sure you did," Wufei growled, unconvinced.

"Shall we go?" Treize buttoned his pants, gathered up the various pieces of his uniform, and exited the room with Wufei in tow. They passed Trowa coming out and he gave them both an impassive stare - which was better then shooting them, Wufei reflected - and passed without comment.

Wufei sat on the floor outside the bathroom and listened as Treize showered and dressed. Quatre came up to him, worry creasing his brow.

"Are you sure he's all right in there?"

Wufei grunted. "He promised to be good."

Quatre gave the door a long, thoughtful look, then smiled down at the Chinese pilot. "I never thought you would be the type to go for someone like him, Wufei, but I'm happy for you."

Wufei blushed and looked away. "What does that mean?"

"I just mean that I figured you'd be the type to fight him, not get to know him."

Wufei smiled ironically. "I am."

"Oh," Quatre replied, confusedly.

"But he was a better swordsman then I was, so he forced me to get to know him."

"Oh," Quatre said again, this time cheerfully. "Well, breakfast is getting cold, so you'd better hurry and come down to eat it."

"I'll come when Treize is finished in there."

Quatre nodded, still smiling, then headed downstairs to the kitchen. Wufei sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. A smile graced his face. :This may actually work, after all.:

Zechs stood at his desk staring down at the image on the screen in front of him. He was leaning over the monitor and gripping the desk in a white-knuckled grip, but his face was carefully schooled.

A boy with long bangs stood in the foreground and delivered their message in a voice as dead and emotionless as Heero's. Perhaps more so. Treize sat in a chair just behind the boy. His hands were handcuffed and there was a small scrape on his cheek, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. He was even smiling. Another boy of what looked like Chinese descent - undoubtedly Wufei, the one who'd captured Treize - had his hand on Treize's shoulder, as though to restrain him from standing. A blonde boy stood just at the limits of the camera's pickup wearing a softly determined expression on his face.

Wufei's presence was what rankled Zechs the most. Treize had no sooner finished reassuring him that the boy was not a threat, when the pilot had turned around and taken him hostage. That little bastard had probably been biding his time for months, waiting for the right moment, or just for a time when it was necessary to spring his trap. What amazed Zechs the most is how thoroughly Treize had been fooled; that wasn't like the General at all.

"As you can see, we hold your General," the brown-haired boy was saying. "We ask only one thing in return for his delivery to you: the release of the two Gundam pilots you currently hold." His green eyes narrowed imperceptibly. "If you do not comply, we will not hesitate to kill him, in a most brutal fashion. Furthermore, if either pilot is not returned to us in perfect condition, we will ensure that the General is similarly damaged before he is returned. Do not take us lightly." There was a gasp from the blonde one at the back. Wufei's eyes only narrowed slightly and his hand tightened on the General's shoulder.

Zechs opened his mouth to agree to the terms. :We can capture the pilots again, but we can't create another Treize!: At that moment, Treize tore himself out of Wufei's grasp, jumping to his feet. "No, Zechs! Do not release the prisoners, that is an order!" Wufei grabbed him from behind, trying to tackle him, but the chair had gotten in the way and he only succeeded in knocking Treize off balance. "You are in command in my absence, Zechs!" Treize cried. The brown-haired boy raised a gun and Zechs' heart stopped.

Instead of shooting the General, however, he raised it over his head and pistol-whipped him across the face. Treize's eyes rolled up in his head and he dropped to the ground, out of range of the camera.

"Kisama!" Zechs yelled, restrained from leaping through the image and throttling the boy only by the physical impossibility of doing so.

The boy turned back to the camera. His eyes had not changed. "You know our terms. Contact us in one day to give us your answer." He reached out and broke the connection.

Zechs sank to his knees beside the desk. "*Kisama!!*"

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