Fire in the Hole Part 16

"We know you're awake, Wufei. We need to talk."

Eyes still closed, Wufei sighed at the sound of Trowa's voice. ::Kee-rap...::

"I know I'm a filthy pervert, okay? Why don't we just leave it at that? I'll stay down here; they can have the house." His eyes were still closed.

"Wufei," said Trowa softly, about two inches from his ear. "Bite me. Quatre told me what the two of you were up to."

"Big mouth," muttered Wufei. He opened his eyes (as much as was possible around the swelling) and sat up. "All right. Talk."

"Why did you do it?" whispered Quatre.

Wufei shrugged, not looking in his direction. "Worked, didn't it?"

"Heero beat you up!"

"He verbalized his feelings for Duo. That's what you wanted, isn't it."

"Yes, but not like this!" cried Quatre in frustration.

"Please explain, Wufei," said Trowa firmly.

Wufei rearranged his ice pack. "Heero was almost there; I could see it, hear it, feel it, even taste it in the air. But he was being stubborn. I decided to give him a push." He peered up at the two pilots. "So he got physical; I expected it."

"That's why you didn't fight back."

"Heero's good, but I'm better, in that area at least." One corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smile. "What the hell, all's well that ends well, right? They're cuddled up together, and I didn't let Heero do too much damage." He looked from Quatre to Trowa, noting their grim expressions. "What?"

"Heero's in the kitchen having an emotional collapse and Duo's having his in the third floor bedroom. All is not well."

The Chinese pilot straightened. "I let him beat me up for nothing?! What the hell is wrong with him?!"

"Heero was so angry that he frightened Duo. Duo has been very sick, Wufei," said Trowa neutrally. "He doesn't want anything to do with either of you."

Wufei fell back with a groan. "He said he was sick, but I didn't realise ... Oh, no... I really hurt him, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Shit! I'm sorry, I didn't realise... Duo likes to... to play rough sometimes... I just thought... Heero was supposed to be the White Knight rescuing the fair damsel," he muttered. "I never should have agreed to this! Dammit, Quatre -!"

"But you did agree," snapped Trowa. "Why the hell did you do that to him, Wufei?! I would have sworn that you weren't capable of such cruelty!"

"I don't know!" yelled Wufei. "I thought he was joking! I thought it was a good idea! I thought he wanted to play! I don't fuckin' know! I'm no good at this emotional playacting! I told you that!"

"Yes..." whispered Quatre. "And I talked you into it..."

"Do you care about Duo at all?" asked Trowa.

"No! Yes! Oh, shut up, Barton!" He covered his face with a pillow. "Fuck," he muttered from under the muffling feathers.

"You already did that," Trowa reminded him sourly.

"We have to fix this!" cried Quatre.

Wufei lifted the pillow slightly. "'We'?"

Trowa stared at him.

Wufei lowered the pillow again. "I said I was sorry! I admitted that I screwed up! I let Heero Yuy beat me up! I confessed to being a filthy pervert, for god's sake! What more do you want from me?! I agreed to help!"

"Well, we're not done yet."

TBC...

 

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