Title: Street Kisses
Author: Kiarene
Pairings: 5x13, 1x2, 3x4
Rating: G
Summary: Some 5x13 fluff. Set after Autumn Coffee. AU.
Published:
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Street Kisses
“So. What
did you and Winner talked about?” Trieze frowned. “He didn’t come to hurt you,
did he?”
When Trieze
found out how the other pilots had treated Wufei during the war, he had been
overcome with mindless rage and guilt. Even though Wufei had downplayed their
actions, Trieze was adept enough at reading his dragon to know that they had
hurt him badly. But Wufei made him promise that he would never to seek them
out. “That’s all in the past. There’s nothing to avenge and revenge is
pointless,” Wufei had pleaded, and he could never deny his love anything.
He had been
aghast when he recognized the blond man that was sitting opposite Wufei in the
café, but remembering what Wufei told him about Quatre, he swallowed his anger
and composed himself.
“Nothing
much. I just happened to run into him and he asked if we could perhaps talk
over a drink. Catch up and all that.” Wufei gave a sad smile. “Of all of the
pilots, I think I do miss Quatre. And Duo. They were good friends before… And
Quatre remained one even after… that…”
It was at
the tip of Trieze’s tongue to say something scathing about so-called friends
who did nothing, but he held his peace. Wufei gave him a sharp look. “Quatre is
not a coward. He’s a pacifist by nature and it was hard for him to defy Trowa.”
“If you say
so,” Trieze replied flatly.
As they
walked back to their apartment, for it wasn’t far and it was a lovely day,
Wufei spoke about their conversation.
“Stop that.”
Wufei abruptly swatted at his husband’s straying hand irritably. “We’re in
public.”
“So?” Trieze
leered, ignoring Wufei’s warning glares and snaked an arm around his lover’s
trim waist. “I don’t care and why should you?”
“It’s not
proper!” Wufei’s objection wasn’t that vehement, Trieze noted gleefully. The
arm stayed.
This was
one of their frequent bones of contention, and slowly but surely, he’s wearing his
dragon down. Actually, he suspected that Wufei’s apparent prudishness stemmed
not so much from his conservative background, but rather the abuse he received
from the other Gundam pilots when they discovered their relationship. Yet
another thing that pilots 01 and 03 have to answer for.
As they
walked down the street together, Treize couldn’t help but notice the openly
admiring looks and lewd leers his beautiful but oblivious husband was receiving.
It was a source both of pride and irritation, and part of his exhibitionistic
behavior stemmed from a desire to tell, no *announce* to the world that Wufei
was *his*. It was terribly cave-man of him, even a bit childish, he knew.
He knew he
himself was good-looking, but his deep-set eyes and strong features — his
dragon called them chiseled — and red-brown hair were common among Europeans,
while Wufei’s exotic dark looks never failed to draw stares. Perhaps if they
were to move to an Asian city…
Trieze
mentally shook his head. It was more than enough that
“What are
you thinking about?” Wufei asked him curiously. “You went all quiet suddenly.”
“Just
wondering what it would be like if we lived in an Asian city, such as
“You are
bored here?” Wufei teased.
“I was
thinking that *you* might be bored here,” Trieze replied softly. “Don’t you
miss Chinese food, or at least well-cooked Chinese food as you keep complaining?
Your customs and—“
“Stop.”
Wufei laid a finger across Trieze’s lips. “I don’t care about all that. What
matters is that I’m with you.”
Trieze
didn’t care that they were right in the middle of the street; he didn’t care
that Wufei might get angry later. He stopped, and right there and there, in the
middle of the street, he gave his husband a deep kiss. The kind where the world
just seems to spin to a stop around them for a timeless moment, the kind where everything
just narrows down to just them and the delicious play of hot mouths and soft
lips and slick tongues…
The kind
that drew catcalls.
“Trieze—?”
Wufei asked breathlessly. A delicate flush stained his cheeks and some tendrils
had escaped his braid, giving him a wonderfully tousled look. Straightening, he
attempted to glare at the youths who were whistling shrilly at them, but when
he had turned towards them, their admiring sounds only became louder.
Trieze
laughed haplessly and pulled a fuming Wufei along.
“Trieze!
What was that for?” Wufei tugged his hand out from his husband’s grip. Reaching
up, he tried to tuck the stray hair back behind his ears, though a few stubborn
strands kept flying about.
“And I love
you too,” Trieze said gaily. He knew he had the silliest grin, but that was all
right. He was alive, the war was over and he had his beautiful dragon who loved
him by his side. Life was most excellent.
~*~