Disclaimer: The Gundam boys are not my property. But you probably already knew that, didn't you?

This story just sort of came to me one night while I was trying to actually make headway on another story. I was suddenly seized by the need to do this pairing and I couldn't stop myself. So here it is. Well, chapter 1 anyway. Hope you like it.

Mission: Chance

Chapter 1

Wufei sat on the ledge of the balcony, feet dangling high above the courtyard below. He still had enough presence of mind to know he was drunk, but drunk enough not to care. He was done doing the right thing today. Now it was time for him to do what he wanted to do: forget the pain of loving Duo Maxwell.

He gazed down into the glass of liquor with half-lidded eyes and let his mind wander. Two years as partners with the Preventors and he'd only managed to attempt confessing his feelings once. As he fumbled with his words, Duo sat there, patiently waiting for his blushing friend to say whatever was on his mind. And just as Wufei stuttered out his first few words, someone knocked at the door. As fate would have it, it was Hilde, just arrived in town and stopping in to see Duo.

Within two months, Duo and Hilde were dating. After eight months, Duo proposed. And now here they were, sixteen months after Hilde's arrival, celebrating her and Duo's marriage. Wufei let out a bitter chuckle and drained his glass, welcoming the burning sensation as it cascaded down his throat.

"I never took you for a hard liquor drinker, Chang."

Wufei didn't acknowledge the familiar voice behind him. He continued to stare down into his now empty glass. A dark figure was quickly by his side and the scent of sandalwood pervaded the air around him. Wufei closed his eyes and tried to ignore the person standing next to him, but he insisted on talking in that calm, deep voice that no person, drunk or sober, could ever ignore.

"I was looking to leave soon. Wanna ride?"

"You're the best man, Heero, you can't leave yet."

A quiet scoff was heard as the young man leaned forward on the ledge, resting on his elbows.

"My role in this thing is over."

"You have to give a speech."

"I told him I would be his best man on two conditions: One, I would arrange but not attend the bachelor party, and two, I would not give a speech."

"Heero Yuy, man of decisive actions and few words."

"So you coming or what?"

"You should stay. He's needs you."

"I think you need me more right now."

Wufei's head shot up and he stared at his friend with wide eyes as he reassessed just how drunk he was. Did I hear him right? He gazed into the cerulean eyes and they never wavered. He knew Heero couldn't be drunk because the man didn't drink. He recalled the no-nonsense man saying he never wanted to risk not being in control. And he would never say anything like that in jest anyway. That's something Duo would do. Duo with his bright eyes and warm smile and friendly personality that just captured your heart without even trying. Why would he do something like that if he wasn't going to….If he didn't really….

"Why?"

The sound was breathy and pleading and Heero looked back out at the city stretched out before them in the horizon.

"I have my reasons."

Wufei blinked himself from his dazed thoughts and hung his head. I've got to keep my guard up. I could have told him… He gently shook his head and sighed. He really didn't want to stay at the reception, but he wasn't sure he was up for company.

"C'mon. I'll swipe a bottle on our way out."

Before Wufei could protest, Heero had his arm hooked with his own and he was leading them back into the reception hall, along the wall, past the bar where he was true to his word and stole a bottle of liquor, and then outside into the parking lot. He opened the storage bin on the back of his bike, stashed the bottle and pulled out his spare helmet.

"Put it on."

"But…"

"Now, Chang."

Wufei obeyed and sat on the bike, shocked to find Heero get on behind him.

"Heero, I don't…"

"Relax. I need to make sure you don't fall off."

A strong arm wrapped around his waist and Wufei could feel his already warm cheeks burning at the closeness.

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Wufei closed the refrigerator and walked back into the living room, handing Heero his requested bottled water while he palmed a glass of rum and coke. He sat on the sofa while Heero had claimed the chair.

"Thanks, Heero, for bringing me home. But you don't have to stay. I'm fine."

"It made sense to let you pass out at home. And you're not fine."

Black eyes glared at the calm young man sitting to his right. But he saw the truth in the steady blue eyes and he sighed, looking away and taking another drink. They remained silent for several minutes, the only sound being the clink of ice whenever Wufei took a drink.

Wufei stood up, unsteadily, and Heero tensed, ready to spring into action and keep his friend from falling on his face. Wufei saw Heero's body flinch and he scoffed.

"I'm fine, Yuy."

Heero ignored the icy voice and followed Wufei into the kitchen, leaning in the doorway, keen eyes studying every movement.

"You're not fine."

Wufei slammed the bottle down and glared at the counter. So many spiteful remarks flew through his mind, but he bit his tongue. Heero did not deserve his anger. He was just trying to be a good friend.

"Ok. You're right. I'm not fine."

Heero noticed Wufei's clenched fist shaking and he was starting to blink rapidly as if trying to deny tears.

"You still love him, don't you?"

Wufei's eyes went impossibly wide as he turned to face the man on the other side of the kitchen. He backed up until his back hit the wall, then he slowly slid to the floor. Heero's words echoed in his head, bouncing around causing a pain behind his eyes.

"How….?"

Heero frowned at the rasped question and he slowly walked over and sat down next to Wufei, knees up and his arms outstretched between them in his lap. He stared forward, looking at nothing in particular.

"I notice more things than I want to. I can't help it, can't turn it off."

"Oh god…."

"He doesn't know. I don't think anyone does."

"Is that why you…..helped me? Taking pity on the heartbroken?"

Heero turned towards Wufei and grabbed his chin, forcing him to face him.

"I wanted to help you, Chang. I don't pity you. I….I empathize with you."

"You…were…..in love?"

Heero's eyes softened as he gently wiped away the tears that Wufei probably didn't even know were falling.

"I am in love."

"But she doesn't love you?"

Heero's thumb was now ghosting over Wufei's lips and his eyes followed the gesture as he swallowed hard.

"This person has no clue of my feelings."

"You should….you should tell her before it's too late."

Heero leaned in, cerulean glancing at onyx as he spoke.

"Maybe I will."

Wufei had been aware that Heero was closing in, but something kept him from pushing away. Something within him that wanted the kiss. Wanted the comfort and affection being offered. But…why would Heero even want to kiss me? He said he was in love.

Their lips brushed lightly and Heero's tongue slid along Wufei's bottom lip gaining access to the warm mouth. He took his time as his tongue explored, tasting the rum as he massaged Wufei's tongue.

Wufei let out a plaintive whine as he turned into Heero and grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. Heero let his knees fall as he reached out and pulled Wufei onto his lap, so he was now straddling Heero.

Heero's strong hands ran up Wufei's back and pulled at the tie, freeing the ebony tresses. He let his fingers stroke the soft hair before grabbing a fistful and pulling, forcing Wufei's head back and exposing his neck. Heero's mouth indulged in the honey colored skin, kissing, licking and nipping.

Wufei tried to speak, even as he moaned under Heero's attention.

"Heero….what….are we doing?"

Heero brought Wufei's mouth back and captured it in a hungry kiss. When he finally had to break for air, he rested his forehead against Wufei's and let his hands fall to Wufei's hips.

"Let me help you forget, Chang."

"I can't let you do this. I'll just be…using you."

"I don't mind."

Wufei's alcohol soaked mind was trying to think clearly but it was no use. The id was now in control and it wanted Heero and the way he was making him feel. It's been so long. Heero gently kissed Wufei, purposefully going slow to give Wufei a chance to back out, knowing his alcohol-slowed mind needed more time to think. But Wufei leaned into him and wrapped his arms around his neck. As Heero began kissing down his neck again, a thought floated into Wufei's mind and he whispered it into Heero's ear, not knowing he was speaking out loud.

"It's me….isn't it, Heero? You…love me…"

Heero pulled back to look at Wufei and he saw the half lidded eyes barely focusing on him. He's not even aware of what he said. A sad smile graced his lips and he brushed some hair from Wufei's face, his voice strangled with emotion.

"Yes, Wufei. I love you."

To be continued….