[ficlet, GW, 2x3x5, 1+4+1] May I Have a Kiss?

[makotosagara]

Title: May I Have a Kiss?

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Gundam Wing, Kissing Series Part Five

Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask

Category: Humour, Romance

Rating: T

Pairings: 2x3x5, 1+4+1

Warnings: humour, shonen-ai, language, flangst, twt, ooc

Disclaimer: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!

Author’s Notes: After many, many months, I’ve decided to work on the next part of this silly series! What can I say? I love it.

May I Have a Kiss?

Quatre really didn’t know what was going on with the other pilots. It had been weeks since he had shared a safe house with Duo and Wufei for a night. However, in that one night, when he was dead to the world, that everyone changed. Now, Wufei, Duo and Trowa were frequently found in… compromising positions everywhere he looked. Not that he cared if the other pilots found comfort in each other’s bodies. If that made them happy and easier to sleep at night, he was all for it.

No, what pissed him off was the fact that he wasn’t invited!

Okay, so maybe that was being a bit silly, but he didn’t care. He’d already spent so much time feeling like an outsider thanks to being the only brother to twenty-nine older sisters, and he didn’t relish feeling the same way around his four comrades. Of course, if he wanted to feel better about himself, he could go spend sometime with the Maguanacs, but then he might never be able to slip free of them so he could do what he needed without an entourage.

He realized he had two options. He could either confront Duo and his two lovers. Or, he could wait for them to come to him. Somehow, neither appealed much to the Arab pilot.

Instead, he spent more time playing his violin when he had the chance or catching up on his reading that was sorely behind schedule. Iria was always suggesting something for him to read, and for a while, he’d just shunted them off to some list, buried deep in the files of his computer.

He was in the middle of some pacifistic treaties that were being sponsored by Relena Peacecraft when it happened. One moment, he was reading words about putting down weapons and beating swords into ploughshares - oh, he was sure that Wufei would have loved that little line - when his paper was ripped out of his hands and he was face-o-face with… Okay, so he wasn’t expecting it to be Heero, of all people.

He looked up into dark blue eyes and blinked back his surprise. “Is there something I can help you with, Heero? Is there a mission?”

The chocolate-haired teen shook his head. “No, I am just conducting research, and I require your assistance.”

“Alright,” Quatre said slowly, wondering what the hell was going on. “What do you need me to do? Answer some questions? Fill out a survey?”

“No,” Heero answered, showing no signs that he realized that Quatre was teasing him a little. “You only need to sit there.”

Something about that made Quatre rather nervous. Heero had never before made requests like this. For the first time since he’d met up with the other teen, he was also sensing an emotion that, coming from any other person, he could have sworn was excitement. Belatedly, the Sandrock pilot stood up from the desk he was sitting at, determined to put more space between himself and the Wing pilot. “I don’t think I’m the right person to help you with this, Heero.”

“You are.” The boy’s eyes didn’t blink; however, Quatre would later swear that they darkened to a shade similar to Wufei’s when Heero approached him. “Now, stand still.”

Quatre swallowed heavily, fighting down the panic that was roiling around in his stomach. “Really, Heero, I think that this is-”

“May I have a kiss?”

Quatre blinked in confusion. Did he just- Impossible, right? “What?”

“May. I. Have. A. Kiss?” Heero asked slowly, as if he was speaking to someone trying his patience, limited though it was.

Quatre was stunned. There was no way this was real. He had to be dreaming, right? Or, had he finally lost it and was now having visual and auditory hallucinations? “I’m not sure that I understand what it is you’re-”

The rest of Quatre’s sentence was cut off by Heero pulling him flush against the Wing pilot’s body and leaning in to place surprisingly soft lips against his own. The blond’s surprise lasted all of two seconds before his mind shut down and his body took over, returning the kiss by deepening it and wrapping his arms around Heero’s neck.

How long they stayed like that, Quatre could never be sure, but he would always smile when he thought about it.

They parted for breath, and Heero gave the other teen a brief but dazzling smile. “Much better than kissing Duo and Barton.”

“WHAT?”

The end.