And One Last Before Dying
Author: Madisonne )
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Part: 1/1
He wondered, idly, eyes half shut, sleep tugging just behind his eyes, if Treize had planned the whole thing. Having known the general quite well, he would be inclined to argue that the "manipulative bastard" had planned everything to unfold precisely the way it had.
Treize knew of his penchant for strong men. He also was well aware of his partner's need for control. If the general could see them now, Milliardo had no doubt what-so-ever that the man would be laughing knowingly at seeing the blonde dozing on and off on the shoulder of Wufei's preventer uniform, strong arms locked firmly around his shoulders.
A strong, but gentle hand ran through his hair and he wriggled further down into the warm chest under his chin. "Still awake?" Wufei asked quietly, tentatively.
Milliardo nodded silently.
Fingers twirled white-blonde hair lazily. "What are you thinking about?" Milliardo sighed, tilting his head up so that he could see Wufei's face. "You. Me. Him." He smiled softly. Wufei's silence told him that the man wanted him to go on and explain. "Do you think he planned this?" Milliardo played with the buttons on Wufei's shirt.
When Wufei did not answer, Milliardo assumed that he had fallen asleep again.
"Would it matter if he did?" Wufei finally asked.
"Yes. No. I don't know, maybe?" Milliardo replied softly.
"Treize was a very smart man. He probably knew before we did that our personalities would mesh. Besides, he's not blind."
Milliardo frowned, confused. "Well, no, but what does that have to..."
"He could see that you're breath-taking." Milliardo wrinkled his nose and blushed. Wufei never ceased to surprise him with gentle, kind words, something that Milliardo would never have believed had he not been on the receiving end of quite a few of those gentle comments.
Wufei laughed lightly. "And that you blush magnificently."
Milliardo made a mock-annoyed face at him and buried his face in the fabric of the other Preventer's shirt. "You're mean." He pouted, voice muffled in the cool, silky folds.
Wufei kissed the top of his head. "Of course." They were quiet a moment, Wufei lost in his own reflections and Milliardo listening to Wufei's steady heart-beat.
"Mmmph, Wufei?" He waited to feel the other nod to show that he was awake. "Do you think he'd mind? This. Us, I mean." Milliardo's voice was a little uncertain and shaky.
"No." Came Wufei's firm answer. "He'd just be jealous he couldn't do this." Wufei leaned over and kissed the blonde almost reverently.
Milliardo smiled slowly. "I suppose so." His fingers found their way underneath the uniform shirt and he ran them over the smooth skin of the stomach underneath him. "Love you."
He felt Wufei smile. "And I you."
In that moment, they were content. Content with themselves, the world. And it was possible, for a moment, for them to forget that they were not tucked safely in their own bed, that they had not been caught on a mission for the Preventers, and easy to forget the firing squad fate they had in store for them the next day.