this is a brief interlude written for my dear friend Mica the sunshine boy who is currently in the hospital... the pairing is at his request as is the scene...

Warnings: this lemon is not fully ripe but enough so that it needs an adult rating

Disclaimer: Iown no one recognizable.

Itch

*itch*

There's nothing worse than an itch you can't scratch. The spot on your back that you just can't reach or the inappropriate spot that chooses to require scratching whilst in public. In this case, however, it is the itch of someone who lies in a hospital bed partially immobilized.

Wufei was nearly to the point of screaming in frustration. Not only was he laid up but he couldn't get to the itch. He could feel the skin of his abdomen twitch with it, could feel himself involuntarily trying to rub the offending area against something, anything that would produce the friction required to appease the itch.

It was intolerable. Another indignity thrust upon him by a completely undignified injury. Wufei had gone careening among the stars, fought hand to hand duels, challenged the best with his katana and hadn't so much as a scratch. He'd fought battle after battle, won a war for god's sake, and what laid him low? A toy. A child's toy.

He'd seen the thing while walking through the park one fine sunny afternoon. He had stopped to watch a group of young boys playing, their delighted laughter catching his attention. Each had a contraption. They called it a scooter. It consisted of a narrow platform of brushed alloy, two small wheels of some sort of clear acrylic and a long set of handle bars that sprouted from the front end. The boys seemed very taken with their toys, each jumping on and gliding down the sidewalk. The scooter didn't look big enough to support their weight but it seemed to do the job just fine. Wufei watched, amused, for a time before one of the boys screeched to a stop before him.

"Hey Mister... wanna try?" The boy's eyes held a challenging glint.

"I do not believe it would support me." Wufei eyed the scooter dubiously.

"Sure it would, lotsa guys bigger 'n you have 'em." Challenge issued.

"Very well." Challenge accepted.

The boy hopped off the scooter and handed it to Wufei who picked it up with a jerk, finding it lighter than he expected. He really didn't think it would support him and almost said so when he caught the smirk on the boy's face. Wufei's eyes narrowed slightly then he shrugged and set the scooter down. He placed one foot on the platform and leaned his entire weight on it and was surprised to find that it held up easily. He eyed the other boys for a moment to see what techniques they used then pushed off with his other foot and began to glide down the sidewalk.

Wufei gripped the handlebars and began to experiement with steering. He was enjoying himself, the wind ruffling his hair as the scooter began to pick up speed. Wufei was racing down the cement pathway when he realized two things. The first was the low retaining wall that was rapidly filling his vision. The second was that he hadn't bothered to ask where the brakes were. The boys were racing to catch up and screaming about brakes, but he couldn't hear more than a few words for the wind rushing past his ears. He was about to dump the scooter when his foot slipped backward and hit the brake. The scooter came to a complete stop. He didn't. His body went flying over the handle bars and over the retaining wall to fall about fifteen feet. He landed flat on his back with a sickening crunch and lay there, immobile with the wind knocked out of him. He could dimly hear the boys screaming for help as he gasped painfully for air.

By the time the paramedics reached him he was able to breathe properly but still couldn't move, each attempt to lift his head or roll over produced a seering agony that he could not overcome. The paramedics slipped a backboard under him and hauled him off to the hosipital. He suffered through both x-rays and questions. The former elliciting non-committal responses and the latter barely concealed snickers.

"How did you injure yourself Mr. Chang?"

"I fell off a scooter."

"How old *are* you Mr. Chang?"

Wufei felt such a fool and that feeling was only slightly mollified by the news that he hadn't done any permanent damage to his back. Unfortunately there was some fracturing and that meant immobilization. For a month. A month in a hospital bed unable to do much of anything for himself. A month with a cast wrapped firmly around his upper body to prevent his back from bending while it healed. A month of being unable to get up to use the bathroom. A month of being unable to bathe himself or care for his personal hygiene. A month of not even being able to scratch a damn itch on his stomach.

There was no one he could ask. In a few short days he'd managed to drive away all but the most battle hardened of nurses. Not that he'd ask any damn woman for help anyway. It was bad enough that he had to submit to them bathing him. There wasn't one damn thing about this place that wasn't an affront to his dignity.

Wufei growled in frustration as the door opened to reveal Heero standing next to a frightened mouse of a nurse who promptly thrust the basin she was carrying into Heero's startled grasp.

"You clean him up, I'm not going in there." The nurse took one more look at the thunder in Wufei's eyes and took off running down the hallway, leaving Heero and Wufei staring silently at each other.

Grunt. "Chang."

Growl. "Yuy."

Heero stepped into the room and moved to the bed, setting the basin on the side table.

Heero scanned Wufei, checking on his status, noting the cast and the odd twitching in Wufei's lower abdomen. Heero's eyes narrowed and his head turned to look at the other man.

"What's the problem?"

"What the fuck do you think the problem is? I'm stuck here, in a cast and I can't move or do any damn thing for myself." Wufei's voice lifted into a screech on the last few words.

Heero lifted one brow. "Ahhh... where does it itch?"

Wufei's climb into hysteria aborted as he looked at Heero in surprise and realized that Heero'd probably had enough injuries to know. Wufei's head fell back to the pillow on a defeated sigh.

"My stomach, under the cast, can't reach."

Heero muttered something that sounded distinctly like ryoukai but Wufei wasn't sure and he looked at Heero suspiciously. He was so busy searching Heero's face for some clues as to what he was thinking that he missed the movement of Heero's hand.

Wufei froze as he felt a calloused palm slide under the cast, strong fingers curled and short nails began to scratch. Wufei's head fell back in utter bliss, he moaned and muttered incoherent directions.

"Ohhh yeah... left left... yeahyeahrightthereharder... rightupnodownalittlemoreahhhhhhhh..."

Heero was hard pressed not to laugh as he watched Wufei writhe in the throes of an itch-finally-scratched-gasm. He continued until every itch nerve had been scratched into submission and Wufei lay back panting.

Heero then turned and reached for the basin, he flipped back the sheets covering Wufei's lower body. Wufei froze again.

"What are you doing Yuy?"

"You need a bath Chang, you're getting pretty ripe and the nurses won't have anything to do with you, therefore I will accept the task."

Wufei fell back in disgust, was there no end to the humiliation? He closed his eyes and steeled himself against this newest affront. He congratulated himself that he only twitched slightly as Heero undid the ties of the hospital pants and slid them down past his feet.

Great. Now he lay half naked in front of a fellow pilot who was about to give him a sponge bath. His face reddened. He turned his head away so Heero wouldn't see.

A warm wet washcloth began making its way along his shoulders, moving gently but matter of factly over his skin. Wufei felt some of the tension drain from his muscles. The washcloth was rinsed and began again, cleaning his upper body above the cast. Wufei had to admit that it felt good to be clean and to be cleaned by someone who wasn't chattering away like some damned parrot. He settled back, relaxed, as Heero moved to the foot of the bed to rub at Wufei's feet. With each swipe of the cloth Heero dug his thumbs into the soles of Wufei's feet, eliciting a few soft sounds of pleasure. Wufei twitched as the cloth moved between his toes, emitting something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle, not that he would ever admit it of course.

By the time Heero was done with his feet Wufei was a puddle on the bed. Heero smirked and rinsed out the cloth and began to work his way up Wufei's legs in swift efficient strokes, pausing occasionally to massage tight muscles in calves and thighs. Wufei was practically purring as Heero rinsed the cloth again, Heero turned to finish the job and hesitated. The only spot left to be washed was the soft flesh nestled in the juncture between Wufei's thighs. Heero had avoided touching it, had avoided looking at it even. Now he was staring.

Wufei was floating. He was not a touchy feely kind of person but even he had to admit that Heero's ministrations felt good. Damn good. A few moments passed before he realized that Heero wasn't touching him anymore. He cracked open one eye to catch sight of Heero staring. When he realized exactly what Heero was staring at he reddened again and felt the blood rush through his body to pool at the exact spot where Heero's gaze rested. Wufei closed his eyes and growled.

"Finish it Yuy."

Heero glanced at Wufei but had no idea that he'd seen Heero staring. Heero reached out with the cloth and took one swipe across Wufei's genitals. Wufie hissed as the rough cloth passed across his sensitive skin and felt he himself begin to stir. Heero watched as Wufei's sac tightened and his shaft twitched and began to lengthen. Encouraged Heero ran the cloth over Wufei's length again, curving his hand around the now hard flesh and squeezing. Wufei moaned softly then gasped as Heero squeezed the cloth around him and began to stroke in earnest.

Wufei moaned loudly, his head spinning. He whimpered as Heero took the cloth away then yelped as he felt something warmer and wetter touch him. He glanced down to see Heero's tongue dancing across the head of his cock. Wufei's head flopped back on the pillow. Unbelievable. The sensations were incredible and were all the more intoxicating because he could do nothing but lay there and respond, he couldn't even reach Heero. His fingers splayed in futile desire then settled for fisting the sheets.

Heero was enjoying himself immensely. His mouth opened slightly and he sucked Wufei's cock in like a strand of spaghetti. He heard Wufei gasp and moan then heard the sound of tearing cloth. He opened one eye to see Wufei shredding the sheets in his hands. He grinned around the hard flesh in his mouth and set to sucking in earnest. He reached up to cup Wufei's sac and rolled the soft globes in his palm as he ran the edges of his teeth up Wufei's length. Wufei shuddered under him and began to flex his hips as best he could. Heero felt the urgency in Wufei's movements and heard it in his cries. He squeezed the sac in his hand a bit harder and began to slide his mouth swiftly up and down over the top few inches of Wufei's arousal.

Wufei panted, moaned and began cursing in several languages. He raced up climax's mountain until, with a hoarse scream, he reached the apex and dropped off the other side, exploding in hot jets into Heero's waiting mouth. Wufei whimpered as Heero continued to squeeze and suck, milking the last drops from Wufie's now excruciatingly sensitive shaft. Wufei collapsed, exhausted. Heero licked a few stray droplets from Wufei's skin and lifted his head. Heero opened a drawer in a nearby cabinet and found a clean pair of hospital pants, slipping them over Wufie's limp legs and tying the string loosely around his hips. He lifted the top sheet and spread it carefully over Wufei's body and leaned over to kiss him lightly on the lips.

Wufei looked up sleepily and smiled. Heero smiled in return then turned to leave.

"Yuy... Heero... thank you..."

"You're welcome Wufei... just try to be a little nicer to your nurses ok?"

"..k.." Wufei was already asleep.

Heero smirked and swung open the door to find a crowd of startled nurses. Heero stepped out and shut the door quietly. He turned on his heel and headed down the hallway, stopping when one of the nurses called out to him.

"Sir... is everything all right?"

Heero turned. "Yes, he has been bathed and is sleeping now."

"... But... how... ?"

Heero smirked and headed toward the door.

"You have to know how to scratch the itch."

_owari_

feel better soon sweet Mica... Merry Christmas

SteelSong
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