The laboratory was nearly empty, all the other doctors having fled
as soon as they could. There was nothing else they could do about
the situation until the next day, and, while they usually didn't
mind staying in the lab until all hours of the morning, caught up in
this new experiment or that new test, today staying any longer than
necessary was more than their nerves could handle.
The lone woman in the lab was standing in front of the round
porthole window of the quarantine chamber, wishing very much to
follow in the doctor's footsteps, or to be really anywhere at this
moment in time than here.
"It'll only be for 48 hours," she said placating, "Was there
anything else you needed?"
"Yeah, I needed to say this sucks!"
Une sighed and rubbed her temples wearily. "Yes, Duo, so you've said
several times now. But there is nothing to be done for it. You'll
just have to wait it out. We'll be back in the morning with some
breakfast for you two, and the monitors were alert us if anything is
wrong." She fled the room quickly before Duo could offer up another
barrage of protests.
"Please, don't let them be sick," she muttered under her breath.
He'd only been locked up for fifteen minutes at best. Two weeks of
constant surveillance throughout their illness and she'd probably be
looking for new doctors. The only question would be whether Duo
killed them or they killed themselves just to get away from him.
"This sucks," Duo muttered again, jerking on the too-large bottoms
of his pajamas as they sagged downward. "They could have at least
gotten us some decent clothes."
Wufei, sitting on the single bunk in his own pajamas, didn't bother
to look up from his magazine. "If you'd hold still, it wouldn't be a
problem," he replied, flipping a page.
"I don't want to hold still!" Duo snarled. "I want to be in my own
room, taking my own shower and sleeping in my own bed!Instead, I get
this room, no shower and rock-hard slab masquerading as a mattress!"
He flopped down on the aforementioned 'slab' next to Wufei. The
Chinese boy spared him a glance.
"It's no use complaining about it. We'll be out of here in 48 hours,
Duo. Read a magazine or something."
"A magazine?" He looked at the stack of books Sally Po had brought
them and wrinkled his nose. "You want me to read a magazine? Don't
you get it? We're in quarantine! There is a plague on the Colony
that we were on not six hours ago!"
"Yes, and we've both tested negative for it. They'll test us again
tomorrow morning, and then once more on the last day. Even so, the
chances of us being infected are miniscule."
"Well, thank you, Professor Chang," he muttered. "Should I be taking
notes?"
Wufei ignored him and flipped another page in his Reader's Digest.
Personally, he was more hoping Duo would rant himself into
exhaustion and fall asleep. He liked the other boy well enough, but
the next 48 hours promised to be very, very long.
"I know!" Duo brightened, and for the second time Wufei raised his
eyes from the magazine to look at his companion in quarantine. Duo
Maxwell had an idea. Not good.
"What do you know, Duo?" he asked carefully. Duo looked far too
happy for his peace of mind.
"What we should be doing. The perfect choice for all life and death
situations," Duo announced, "Sex." With no more warning than that,
he launched himself at Wufei, sending the magazine flying.
"Hey!"
Chang Wufei was a trained fighter. He could disarm a man in seconds,
could kill a man with a single blow, and, in general, he knew how to
take care of himself. Which was why he couldn't figure out how one
longhaired pajama clad boy could suddenly grow what seemed like four
extra arms, all of which were trying to get beneath his shirt.
"C'mon, 'Fei," Duo wheedled, yelping as Wufei managed to slap one of
his hands away. "We could be disease-ridden right now, our lives
could be in peril! You want me to die a virgin?"
Wufei stopped struggling and blinked up at the American in shock.
"You're a virgin?" Out of all the pilots, he would have never
guessed that Duo...
"Nah, but that's what they say in all the movies! C'mon, do you
want to die a virgin?"
"I'm not a virgin, Maxwell," he said, biting back a laugh. This was
so ridiculous but somehow he couldn't be angry with Duo. It was
always difficult to remain angry in Duo's presence, his manic cheer
overflowed into everyone around him. He didn't need the plague,
Wufei thought with a private smile, he is a plague.
Duo brightened and resumed his attack on Wufei's pajamas. "Then
what's the problem? You've done it, I've done it, so now we can do
it together!"
"The problem would be one Heero Yuy," Wufei said dryly and Duo
froze, withdrawing his hands.
"And why would Heero Yuy be a problem," he asked coolly, moving to
sit on the other side of the bunk. Wufei frowned slightly at Duo's
sudden change in demeanor. Had he said something wrong? Perhaps he'd
made an incorrect assumption about the nature of their relationship?
"I apologize if I offended you," he started hesitantly, "But I
thought that Heero and you were..." He gestured awkwardly.
"Involved."
"Yeah? Well, that doesn't mean that he owns me, you know," Duo
sniffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can do whatever the
hell I want, and if he doesn't like it, he can piss off."
Wufei raised a set of mental eyebrows. This was apparently a long
standing argument between Yuy and Maxwell, and stepping in the
middle of it was about as safe as trying to fight off a mobile suit
armed with a plastic spork.
"I'm afraid you'll have to do 'whatever the hell you want' with
someone else, Maxwell," he said, turning away from Duo's pouting
face. Retrieving his magazine, he took in its crumpled state with a
frown before tossing it to the floor. "I'm going to try to get some
sleep, I suggest you do the same."
Flipping off the light, Wufei burrowed underneath the blankets and
relished the blessed silence. For about ten seconds.
"Wufei?" Duo stage-whispered to him, as if he wasn't lying right
next to him.
"I'm not having sex with you, Maxwell," he said, not bothering to
open his eyes.
"I know," Duo replied forlornly, "But...could you maybe..." He
fidgeted and Wufei bit back a sigh. "Could you give me a goodnight
kiss?" he blurted out. "I'm used to getting one and I can't sleep
well without it and..."
"If I kiss you, will you be quiet?" he interrupted. Duo nodded
fervently and Wufei let the sigh escape this time. "One kiss," he
conceded and regretted it instantly at the wicked gleam that
appeared in Duo's eyes.
"One kiss," Duo echoed, and he leaned forward and took it.
Soft, was the first word that came to Wufei's mind. Gentle, soft
lips caressing his own, and the delicate brush of a tongue over his
mouth. He opened it automatically, all the reasons why this was a
really bad idea flittering out of his mind as Duo deepened the kiss,
exploring the dark warmth of Wufei's mouth. The wet flicker of a
tongue teased over the hard edge of teeth before Duo pulled back
slightly, sucking gently on the Chinese boy's lower lip. Then with
sudden, bruising pressure, Duo seemed to attack him, lashing
at his mouth with tongue and teeth, and Wufei couldn't breath,
couldn't think and why wasn't he supposed to do this?
They were both panting when they finally broke apart, Duo having
practically crawled on top of the other boy, and Wufei found his
hands had somehow gotten wrapped quite firmly in Duo's hair. Sighing
deeply, Duo pulled back and stretched, joints popping as he arched
his back and Wufei nearly groaned aloud at the display.
"Thanks, 'fei," Duo said brightly, flopping back down on the bed and
rolling over. He was snoring in a matter of moments.
Wufei was still trying to gather his wits, as well as checking to
make sure his tongue was still in his own mouth where it was
supposed to be. His own body had come quite awake during Duo's
little 'goodnight kiss' and he sighed mentally, resigned to at least
a few sleepless hours.
Settling back down, Wufei glanced out the porthole and froze as his
eyes met a pair of cool blue ones. The figure outside the glass
raised one finger to his lips, asking for silence, not that Wufei
was able to say anything with his heart throbbing somewhere in his
throat. A long tense moment went by before Heero shook his head
slightly and smiled, offering a tiny salute before walking back out
of the lab.
Swearing softly under his breath, Wufei resisted the urge to smack
the braided boy awake. "I hope he makes you suffer for that,
Maxwell," he muttered to his snoring companion. "This is going to be
a long incarceration."
-finis-
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