WOOING WUFEI
Acquiring Affection Arc

AUTHOR: Kenen and E.
DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing is a product of Bandai and others that we use for entertainment purposes.
PAIRINGS: Duo Maxwell + Chang Wufei.
WARNINGS: M/M

Prologue

Duo Maxwell was in heaven, and the best part about it was that he hadn't even had to die to achieve it. No, he merely sat perched on fallen timber, with a clear blue sky above him, and a gentle breeze teasing at his unruly bangs. His nose was buried in a Christopher Rice novel under the pretense of reading, as his amethyst eyes studiously assessed sweat glistening bronzed skin. Few were privileged to see strength, grace, skill, and beauty personified, but Duo Maxwell recognized his good fortune and had every intention of enjoying this rare find.

If he moves this way now, gods help me when I get him in bed, the teenager thought upon observing one of the more agile moves the object of his attention exhibited. A few more hand gesticulations slower than the ones previous, and a bow to some imaginary instructor gave Duo an eye full of taut silk clad buttocks; the book tumbled from his hand.

Chang Wufei's attention perked at the sound of something hitting a hollowed out log before falling to the ground. He'd had the impression that someone had been surveying him, and now that is was confirmed and his kata over for the day, he decided to investigate. He only had to turn to find the culprit.

The Chinese boy had considered himself to be in a secluded glade that no one else was privy to. However, there stood Duo Maxwell holding out a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow. When Chang Wufei made no move to accept the offering the braided boy merely took it upon himself to assist him. "You know 'Fei, you really shouldn't wander around out here shirtless," the boy began.

Wufei bit back a sigh. Here it comes: incessant chatter. It's entirely too early in the morning for this. How'd he get here anyway, and I will NOT ask what he meant by that . . . "Maxwell, what are you talking about?" Damn.

Duo shrugged, "I only meant that you should hide such . . ." he softly whistled appreciatively, "I mean, hide you from prying eyes, especially only half-dressed."

"Prying eyes, Maxwell?" Chang queried, eyebrow raised as he calmly pushed Duo's hand from his forehead.

"Well hell, I was here watching. Imagine how I'd feel if someone else could behold all my goodies."

"Your goodies?"

"Of course," Duo answered placing his hands on Wufei's sweat slicked shoulders. "Picture it. You and me, two feeble old men cackling together in an old folks' home reminiscing on the good times, twin denture sets on the sink, walkers side by side as we inch through a park. Then one day I'll fall and break my hip and it'll be all over for me, but you'll die of grief the following spring on the same day. And we'll be together again."

Chang Wufei was laughing. He'd heard this fantasy of Maxwell's idea of what their marriage would be like what had to be a million times already and it never failed to amuse him. He was aware that Duo held some affection for him that the braided boy may have mistaken as love, but Wufei knew better. Duo had erred again, and there was no one else for him after his dead love. "Is this your way of telling me you haven't given up yet?" the Chinese boy questioned.

"Of course not 'Fei, I'm I love with you, but there's a slight problem."

"Oh?" Wufei managed to keep from sighing at the trivialness of this situation.

"Yes," Duo nodded earnestly and peered into Wufei's onyx eyes. Chang Wufei tensed as he saw the determination in that amethyst gaze. "You see," Duo let his arms slip around Wufei's shoulders to bring them closer. Mouths almost touching, his voice oddly subdued, Duo continued, "I love you but you don't believe me because you tend be somewhat cynical . . ."

"That a fact?" Wufei whispered in the same tone.

"Yes. And I find the only way I'm going to get you is if I convince you that I don't lie, and somehow break your barriers." Duo paused again as he found a particularly worried wrinkle on Wufei's brow that he couldn't help but soothe away with a soft touch of a finger. The American pilot allowed that same finger to slip down the curve of Wufei's smooth cheek and down his neck before slipping his arm back around him. He gently pressed his lips to Wufei's in a quick kiss before stepping back in Chang's astonishment. "As far as I can see this is the only thing that will work so . . . 'Fei, prepare to be wooed."