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[GW FIC] Book Lovers : Letter A of F

Thursday, June 07, 2012 : and the back-logging begins with Book Lovers because, for some inexplicable reason, the website is acting a monkey and it was requested to be seen. i really don't feel like switching service providers right now >_<. but off we go.

- As written back in 2001 -

Little note: 2x3 amazingly enough, happens to be our second favorite pairing, and we’re shoving that in here because in our opinion anything that involves Duo, Trowa and WuFei is definitely a good thing.

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BOOK LOVERS
By: e.N Black
Word Count Total: 11,347
Complete: 12.28.2001
Pairings: mainly 2x5, 2x3, and A LOT
Disclaimer: e.N. Black does not own the rights to Gundam Wing. The characters are merely borrowed for the sake of entertainment.
Comments: For Lottery Fic visitor 2910, Amai Noa Izumi
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Letter: A

Chang Wufei stood outside the three-story building with pride shining in his onyx eyes, a smile permanently etched onto his mouth. The paint was peeling, the windows on the third floor were busted, shingles were MIA on the roof, the shutters hung at awkward angles, it was overrun with flora and what had to be ten different species of fungus, but it was his. And with a little work and elbow grease, it would be just fine. It had once been the grandest bookstore on L5 and Chang Wufei was positive that it would be again.

He pulled out his key to the building and forcibly shoved it in the lock, after a few minutes of steady shaking and cursing; Wufei finally managed to get the tumblers to fall in place. Turning the doorknob took another minute, and actually 'opening' door put a dent in his shoulder. Rubbing the rapidly forming bruise, Chang promised himself that fixing the door would be topmost on his list of things to do.

Inside Wufei looked around at the many dusty shelves imagining them filled with books, and the check out counter in the far right corner bustling with people. There was a door leading to the outside where a stone patio splattered with water stains and its own petrified forest stood, Wufei could see people sitting by a fountain out there someday in the near future. He realized he was beaming like an idiot again, but couldn't help himself. It was perfect. Upon closing the door softly behind him, a cupboard shifted and collapsed, the sign outside crumpled, the shutters gave way to gravity, and two of the bookshelves 'deflated'.

Wufei sighed. "I need a miracle."




Trowa Barton entered the establishment after his best friend. His initial response was awe at the spaciousness the place offered; the second response was less than enthusiastic. "I know a great demolition team," he proposed.

Chang turned hurt ebony eyes to his friend. "I don't think its that bad. You should see the third floor. Its has a kitchen, three bedrooms, two bathrooms . . ."

"Is any of it sanitary?"

"It will be," Wufei answered confidently. "It just needs some work." He eyed his green-eyed, long banged erotically attractive companion. One solemn skeptical eye peered back at him.

Trowa shrugged after a few minutes of relative silence. "Fine, we'll call in a group to . . ."

"No Trowa, I don't want a full team or have to go through a complete renovation, I just want . . . well I don't want a bunch of people running through here," Wufei explained to his best friend for what had to be the millionth time.

Trowa walked down the aisles separating the shelves, and even paused to nudge the pile of wood that designated what used to be some type of structure. "Are you sure?" he wondered.

"Yes," Wufei insisted. Now that he had a place of his own he was kind of protective of it. "No groups . . ."

"Are you sure you aren't just being cheap?"

"Trowa!"

Trowa held up his hands in a placating manner. "I was joking." He took another look around. "Okay, I know someone that can maybe turn this thing around."

Wufei's interest perked, and an eyebrow quirked. "Who . . . And it had better not be one of your old boyfriends . . ."

Trowa made a rude noise in his throat. "You ask for help and then you go creating stipulations for that help . . . At least you know he's good with his hands."

"If he's so great, why aren't you with him?"

"Who says I'm not?"

Wufei pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Ancestors, he could feel a migraine building. "Trowa . . ."

"I know, Wufei, honest. He's really good, and can give you a good deal to fix this dump."

"It's not a dump!" Wufei snapped.

"Alright! Now look you, I'll call him, and you will thank me later okay?"

Chang Wufei mumbled under his breath but agreed anyway. It wasn't as if he truly had a choice in the matter.




Trowa's breath came in short pants as he struggled to regulate his breathing. The man above him did likewise as he rolled off of Trowa and cuddled to his side. Cinnamon bangs plastered to his forehead, his three-foot long hair flowing around them, he could have been the Cheshire Cat teasing Alice, with all the grins he was displaying. His amaranthine purple eyes danced as he gazed at Trowa, the jade-eyed man couldn't help but return the smile.

"Hmm, Duo, I have a favor to ask of you . . ." Trowa began.

His bed partner growled quietly against his ear before mumbling, "Don't tell me you didn't call me over here just for a romantic interlude."

Trowa sighed, "Well . . . yes and no."

"Yes and no?"

The green-eyed man turned in Duo's embrace to cuddle closer. "Its like this, I got a job for you . . ."

"You want a discount don't you?"

"No," Trowa was quick to assure him but then hastily amended. "Well, not that big a discount. He's my best friend, Duo . . ."

"And what am I?" Duo queried raising a curious eyebrow.

"My best fuck," Trowa answered honestly, his hands tangling in Duo's hair to massage his scalp. He knew Duo liked that.

Duo sighed heavily, "You suck at this buttering up stuff you know?"

"I know," Trowa purred, rubbing suggestively against him, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Duo growled again, muttered something incoherent and then replied seriously, "So, what am I looking at?"

"Renewing an entire building," Trowa answered.

"What!"

"Well its sort of old . . . Look at it this way, it will be a challenge if nothing else."

Duo was nodding in agreement, as he sat up and prepared to leave the bed. The cool air against his skin once he'd shaken off the covers had him burrowing back beneath them to snuggle again with Trowa. "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" he wondered with a yawn riding the end of that sentence.

"Been working hard huh?"

Duo nodded against the crook of Trowa's neck.

Trowa shook his head negatively in answer to Duo's question. Rewrapping his arms around Duo's incredible body. "I could get used to this," he murmured.

Duo snorted, "You ain't trying to get permanent on me, are you?"

Trowa mulled it over a moment. He and Duo Maxwell had been bed partners for a while now, and he guessed he liked having the sexy American around. With Duo things were never boring. "Would that be so bad?"

Duo gnawed his lip for a few minutes. He didn't want to rush into anything and ruin a great friendship. "I'll think about it," he finally conceded.

He felt a kiss to his forehead as he allowed sleep to claim him. "Good," he heard Trowa's light tenor murmur.




Two months later, Chang Wufei turned onto Nataku Street and approached his establishment. He set his burden down as he placed his shoulder to the door and prepared to push it open. He was surprised when the knob turned easily and the door swung ajar with only a slight twinkle of a bell to announce a visitor. He was so shocked at that development, he went back out the door, and then reentered smiling like an idiot.

"Glad you like it," Duo replied quietly. His plaid shirt had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; a hammer was in one hand as the other wiped sweat from his brow. Around his slim waist hung a tool belt, his jeans were powdered with sawdust, and his boots could use a good shine.

Ah yes, Duo Maxwell; the Godsend from the hell . . .


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