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"Sleepless"Written By: Nizuno Mikomi Disclaimer: They’re not mine. I’m just borrowing them for my nefarious purposes, bwahahahaha. They shall be returned intact…and very very happy. *wicked hentai grin* Rating: NC-17 Warnings: some sap, some fluff, OOC, yaoi, shounen-ai,
lemon in later parts Pairings: 1x2x1 & 3x4 (established), 2+/x5 Summary: Sequel to Sleepless. Notes: This is me caving in to reviewer pressure and writing more. I was very happy with the response to Sleepless, but some reviewers felt there could have been more at the end. (Or is it just that you like seeing Wuffie-chan gets snugglies, hmmmm? *knowing look*) So, since I am a wimp and this plot bunny has VERY SHARP POINTY TEETH THAT HURT, here’s your sequel. It’s short and it’s kinda sappy and *sniff sniff* Witching Hour Part 1 After that first quasi-awkward night, things continued in a similar vein for the next two weeks. After finishing their usual bedtime routines, Wufei would curl into his covers next to Duo and both would sleep peacefully. Wufei never did go back to his defensive sleeping posture; Duo refused to let him curl into a ball, although he did eventually consent to letting Wufei lie on his left side with Duo spooned up against his back, one arm over his waist. Wufei grumbled about this particular arrangement at first before he realized how comfortable it could be. (1) His attitude toward the braided boy during the daylight hours changed significantly as well. Rather than ranting about injustice or chasing Duo with his sword after being pranked, he was more than likely to exact his own subtle revenge. As a result, Duo spent two days blonder than Quatre after turning off the hot water while Wufei was in the shower AND stealing his towel, forcing him to run down the hall dripping wet and buck naked. (2) Their constant antics were causing their fellow pilots no end of both confusion and entertainment. Wufei was only slightly surprised to find himself not looking forward to Heero’s return, knowing it would mean the loss of his bed partner, hence he was fully expecting the jealousy he felt when the glowering Japanese boy reappeared on their doorstep, prompting a patented Duo Maxwell Flying Tackle Glomp (to which they had all been subjected at one time or another). Who would not regret losing such a person in one’s bed, even if the circumstances were perfectly chaste? He was surprised enough to blink when Duo proceeded to tell Heero ALL that had transpired during his long absence, including the change in sleeping arrangements (although he graciously left out the specific reason for said changes, much to Wufei’s relief), to which Heero replied with a raised eyebrow in Wufei’s direction, a shrug, and a noncommittal “hn.” As expected, Duo moved back into his old quarters that very night, leaving Wufei to count the cracks in the ceiling again. It was looking to be an unpleasant night when there was a knock on his door. Grumbling sleepily, he hauled himself out of bed to answer. “Mmph, what,” he growled as he opened the door. “Wow, Duo was right, you are a bear when you’re disturbed, Wufei,” Quatre chirped, smiling his usual sunny smile. Wufei glared and blinked in response. The floor was cold on his bare feet and his pillow was calling him rather loudly and insistently. “I came by to extend an invitation,” Quatre continued diplomatically, ignoring the Sleepy Wufei Glare of Death that was aimed directly between his big blue eyes. “Since Duo’s obviously not going to be keeping you company this evening, I thought you might like to join Trowa and me for the night.” That did it. Wufei was wide awake now. “I BEG your pardon?!” OK, maybe not…… “I SAID…” Quatre began. “I heard what you said,” Wufei cut him off, fighting the urge to snap irritably. “What exactly do you mean by ‘join’?” “Duo told me you were having trouble sleeping by yourself,” was the simple reply. “I can understand that. I get lonely when Trowa goes away. I’ve bunked with Duo before and vice versa. Nothing…” Here he blushed slightly. “…you know, PHYSICAL happened, we just slept. That’s what I mean by ‘join.’” “This has been a practice among you for how long?” “Oh, for at least six months now. We never approached you because, well, no one thought you’d be open to the idea.” If Wufei had been capable of pratfalling, he would have kissed floor right about then. Why of all the silly notions…damn Lady Irony and her treacherous workings! He ranted silently to himself for a moment before remembering he had company. “Ano, Wufei?” “Yes, of course. I’d be happy to.” “Great!” Quatre’s eyes lit up and he seemed to be on the verge of hopping with glee. Wufei eyed him suspiciously, waiting for chibi bunny ears to appear. “I’ll go tell Trowa! Just come along whenever you’re ready, we’re still settling in.” He set off down the hall with a definite bounce in his step. Wufei stared after him, wondering at the absence of the expected fluffy cotton tail, before fetching his pillow and following.
Of course, that was to be expected when you had seen the things he had seen recently. Such as Heero Yuy at 0530, bleary-eyed, scratching his head, and yawning sleepily as he shuffled off on his most important mission ever: coffee. Such as Quatre Winner in the first light of dawn, his downy blonde head resting on Wufei’s chest, one small hand fisted in the blankets. Such as Trowa Barton flipping pancakes on a random Saturday morning for no particular reason. And of course, there was always Duo’s infamous Hamster Dance. That one he could have lived without, although the fact that the braided baka could shimmy his way through the entire routine in the cramped space of a shower stall and not slip and crack his fool head open was, to be frank, astounding. Whenever somebody was called away on a mission, the sleeping arrangements would change. After the first three weeks, Wufei quit trying to keep track of who had bunked with whom and just decided to leave it that all things were possible. Of course, the two couples stayed very loyal to each other while their partners were away, although Duo was always openly affectionate and Quatre never said no to a hug. Surprisingly enough, Trowa, of all people, turned out to be a born cuddler. “When he’s asleep,” Quatre confided to Wufei at the breakfast table one morning, “those long limbs of his will wrap around just about anyone or anything within reach. He just needs to feel there’s something there. It’s a source of never-ending amusement, although it does make getting up to turn off the alarm clock a bit difficult.” Heero, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. He would lie quietly on his side of the bed and go to sleep with a minimum of noise or movement, usually in a very short amount of time. His training was blamed for this as well as his lack of ‘cuddling instinct.’ Although Heero seemed to enjoy having company simply for company’s sake, as a general rule he would barely touch his bedmate, unless of course it was Duo, in which case all bets were off. Only on nights when thunder crashed and lightning split the skies overhead would he consent to curl up tightly in someone else’s arms. Not that he was afraid of thunderstorms, goodness no, he just strongly disliked them, as evidenced by the numerous mutters of “omae o korosu” he would direct out the window over the course of the night. Quatre was everyone’s teddy bear. In order to sleep peacefully, he had to be held. Morning almost always found him with his head on someone’s shoulder. Upon returning from a mission, his first actions were always the same: drop duffel, seek out Trowa, sit in his lap and don’t move for at least an hour. The two of them were so open and obvious in their affection that it bordered on cliché. Wufei found he looked forward to bunking with the small blonde; he received the affection he sought, but did not have to use a crowbar to pry himself loose for his katas in the morning. Duo, of course, was happiest with whoever needed him most at the moment. He was keenly observant in that regard, always seeking out the pilot whose mate was missing, or the one who had had a rough day, or the one who simply looked like he could use a hug. He took great joy in pouncing, sometimes literally, on his hapless friends and dragging them off to sleep. Regardless of his occasionally hyperactive behavior, Duo was always the one to seek out when one had a problem, emotional or otherwise. If he was not available, Quatre was an excellent substitute and it was rare when both were missing at the same time. On these occasions, which were luckily few and far between, the three remaining pilots all shared the large bed in Heero and Duo’s room. The house was never quite the same with the two of them gone. Wufei had never been so happy or felt so at home in his entire (admittedly short) life. He was among good friends whom he cared for and who were more than willing to care for him in return. They ate together, shared beds on a random and ever-changing basis, divided the chores, played cards (causing Wufei to swear off poker for the rest of his life), and generally got on very well. It was like…well, family. A family in which four of the members regularly shagged each other rotten, but that was beside the point……
“Brrr! It sure is getting chilly out there!” Duo commented, watching the fallen leaves swirl outside the window. “The forecast is calling for snow and icy conditions. I hope Heero gets back okay.” “Doesn’t he always, you silly oaf?” Wufei said, poking him in the ribs. Duo let out a squawk and attempted to pounce on his aggressor, but missed and ended up tumbling into the turned-down bed in a tangle of limbs and hair. Wufei ignored his friend’s colorful swearing and scrubbed his hair, still damp from the shower, with a green towel. “Yeah I guess he does,” Duo replied at last, hanging his head over the edge of the bed and peering at the other pilot upside down. “Hmm…good view.” “Quit ogling my ass or I’ll tell your boyfriend on you.” “Oh WOULD you? Then he’d have an excuse to punish me,” Duo grinned wickedly. “Of course, he’d have to punish you too for giving me something so enticing to stare at.” “You and your perverted little mind, Maxwell. Perhaps I should go and room with Quatre and Trowa tonight rather than risk subjecting myself to your molestations.” “Aw, but then I’ll be all alone!” “I’m sure you’ll find some way to…entertain yourself.” “Why Chang Wufei! You just made a joke! And not only a joke, but a DIRTY joke!” Duo howled. “I’m so proud!” “Congratulate me in the morning, baka,” Wufei said, looking just the tiniest bit smug. “For now, let’s go to bed.” “Ooo, I love it when you’re forward!” “Pervert.” “You betcha!” With a snicker and shake of his head, Wufei climbed into his bed next to Duo and settled down for a restful night’s sleep. Duo snuggled up to his back, quickly assuming the position they had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. Wufei drifted, already on the verge of sleep thanks to a long and arduous week. His eyes slid shut and his breathing evened out. Thus he almost didn’t notice the tiny kiss Duo pressed to the back of his neck and the hastily whispered “Oyasumi.” Almost. ~ oOo ~
(1) - I know this is comfortable. Whenever my boyfriend and I nap together, this is how we sleep. It's very snuggly and no one's limbs fall asleep. (2) - Now THERE'S a mental image! Yum......
Anyway, please review this, let me know if you like the idea of this sequel. If you don’t like the pairing, please feel free to write your own stories, in fact I encourage it. The world needs more good fan fiction. ^^ If you don’t like the threesome idea, please don’t complain about it, this is my story. Anyway, besides that, there will most definitely be a heavy lime in the next chapter, so be forewarned. Feedback is appreciated. Please please pretty please with naked writhing G-boys on top? And bottom…and in the middle…yum. ^^ (Oh and if you’re one of those homophobes who reads these stories just to trash them, kiss my ass. *smiles pleasantly*)
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