July 5th, 197 AC
"Mmmmm...." Was the first sound they were able to determine over the buzzing of the hand-held mixer as Quatre and Trowa walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. Quatre stopped dead in his tracks, right inside the door, allowing for Trowa--who was also distracted by the sight inside the kitchen--to plow into him from behind.
"Omphf!" Quatre, well, omphfed, stumbling forward a bit. "Duo! What are you doing?" he asked bemusedly, taking in the disarray of his previously pristine kitchen. Egg shells, mixing spoons, measuring cups, butter wrappers, and oil bottle were scattered over the center island. Everything was splattered with chocolate batter.
"Oiya! Quatre!" the grinning self-proclaimed Shinigami looked up over at the two newcomers, raising a hand in salute. The hand that just happened to be holding the mixer. More chocolate batter went splattering across the kitchen--and Duo.
Quatre couldn't help it--he giggled, hiding behind his raised arms. "You're getting it all over!" he cried, still laughing.
Duo continued to grin, quickly replacing the mixer back into the batter. "I'm making a cake for Wufei," he explained.
Trowa shook his head, pushing past Quatre to head for the fridge. "It looks more like you're making a mess," he said, reaching in and pulling out some leftovers from last night.
Duo bumped him, ass to ass. "Yeah, that too," he smirked, licking his fingers free from chocolate cake mix.
"Are you *making* the cake, or eating it?" Quatre asked, swiping a dollop of batter from Duo's cheek and sucking his finger. "Mmm. Good."
"Of course!" Duo beamed, and then winked.
"It looks more like he's wearing it," Trowa commented dryly, handing Quatre a platter of assorted food. "If you two keep that up, there won't be any left for Wufei or Heero," he added, dipping a finger into the bowl and stealing a taste for himself.
Duo chased him away with a spoon, and laughing, Trowa and Quatre left the braided teenager to his cake making.
"You're looking awfully proud of yourself," Anne teased when she slipped unnoticed into her girlfriend's office and noticed the smirk on the other woman's face.
Sally laughed. "I do?" Blue eyes roamed knowingly over Anne's body, and her smile broadened. "You do, too. Got good news?"
Anne's smile brightened a hundred fold. "These are the papers," she said softly, her voice laced with over-whelming excitement. "I'm going to do it."
"That's great!" Sally congratulated her, knowing her girlfriend had been deliberating about the adoption of her young ward for almost a month now. "Have you told Marie yet? I bet she'll be as excited as you are!" She got up and went to Anne, enfolding her in her arms. The other woman practically buzzed with nervous energy.
"No, I haven't," she breathed. "I was... I was thinking of giving them to her tonight, after dinner."
Sally laughed, kissing her adorable lips. "Are you sure you'll be able to wait that long? Will you even be able to eat anything?"
"No, no, you're probably right... Before dinner than?"
She was so cute when she was unsure of herself, Sally thought, hugging her again. "Sure, and then we can celebrate. What say you to going out tonight? Something special, just the three of us?"
Anne's eyes are gorgeous when she looks at me like that...
"That would be great," the younger woman answered lovingly, looking up at Sally with the adoring eyes of a lover. "But, you had some good news, didn't you?" she asked, remembering Sally's look when she'd come in.
The woman laughed, tugging Anne into her lap as she sat back down. "Not necessarily *good* news," the Chinese woman replied. "Just fun news-Apparently, my wonderful ex-partner didn't bother to tell his boyfriends that *today* was his birthday..."
"Wufei's birthday?" Anne asked, surprised herself.
Sally nodded. "Of course, I wouldn't be a *friend* if I didn't let them know...right?"
"Oh," Anne replied. And then, "OH!" And laughter filled the tiny office room.
Chang Wufei was resting comfortably in a large cushiony armchair in the library-a large tomb containing facts of Pre-Colonial History, a subject he found engrossing in the extreme, open on his lap. This could be an excuse for his not noticing when the library door opened to admit his Japanese lover, friend, and partner. Or, maybe it was just his relaxed and at ease state in knowing there was no *need* to be on guard here. He was safe in this home.
In any case, the Chinese youth was quite surprised when the shadow that fell across his line of reading revealed itself to be Heero Yuy.
"Good afternoon, Heero," he greeted pleasantly enough, smiling up at the newcomer and nodding.
"Your presence is requested in the other room," Heero replied, nodding in return.
"Oh?" Wufei was mildly curious, but relaxed. If it had been something serious, an amused glint would not be in his lover's eyes and cautiously, Wufei set the book he'd been reading aside, not bothering to mark his place. Heero offered him a hand up, and Wufei's curiosity increased, as did his amusement. Something was definitely up.
The Japanese youth pulled him up with ease, and then continued pulling until Wufei was in his arms. Heero's lips moved over Wufei's with a slight pressure. Readily, lips parted for him and the kiss deepened, Heero's tongue entering Wufei's warm recesses and sweeping across teeth and tongue before pulling back. "Hello," he mused.
Wufei wrapped his arms around Heero and looked up at him, smiling with amusement and laughter. "And what is it that needs my attention, hmm?" He asked, pressing closer, squeezing the last bit of space from between their bodies.
"Duo." The one word answer was accompanied with a frown that chased Wufei's own smile away. With a sigh, he accompanied Heero from the library, wondering just what their braided lover had gone and done this time. It must be pretty harrowing if Heero was refusing to handle it without his presence. Whatever *IT* was...
*IT* turned out to be a semi-large, obscenely bright, colorfully wrapped box, complete with yellow ribbon sitting on the kitchen table. Before he could ask what was in the box, Duo jumped up from behind the table, throwing paper curls in the air and shouting, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Next to him, Heero gave him a tiny squeeze of encouragement, support, as Duo bounced over to them, glomping onto Wufei and singing. Grinning, Duo smacked a kiss on Wufei. "Surprised ya, didn't we?"
"'We'?" One eyebrow rose with the question before someone clearing his throat caused him to look up and see the remaining two members of their team also in the room.
"Happy Birthday, Wufei!" Quatre smiled and placed another wrapped present on the table. Beside him, Trowa was smiling as well.
"I didn't tell-"
"I *know*," Duo mock-pouted. "And that was very mean of you, hiding your birthday from us! But see! We found out anyway! Now, c'mon! Open your presents!"
"There's cake, too," Quatre added, "But I guess that should probably wait until after dinner."
Hands shaking, Wufei reached out for the gift Quatre had placed on the table, almost dreading what it could be. Seeing this, the blond young man smiled. "It's okay. Nothing scandalous."
With a nod, Wufei careful unwrapped the gift and then smiled, holding up the book. "The philosophies of Augustus. Thank you."
Quatre beamed at him, practically bouncing with excitement. "I thought you might enjoy a break from history." He finally gave in and moved to give the Chinese youth a hug and chaste kiss on the lips before moving back beside his own love. "Here, open Trowa's gift next!" he suggested, taking the gift from his love and handing it to Wufei.
Wufei took it graciously, noting its heaviness. Careful unwrapping showed it to be an intricately carved wooden box stained dark reddish brown. Opening the box revealed an arrangement of fragrant various herbal teas. He smiled, looking up at the couple.
"It was Quatre's suggestion," Trowa admitted. Beside him, clinging on his arm and practically jumping with barely contained excitement, Quatre added, "And the book was Trowa's idea. I hope you like them both!"
"I'm sure I will. Thank you," Wufei responded, nodding towards Trowa.
"Okay, okay, okay! Mine next!" Duo shouted, excitement lacing each word. The braided youth dragged Wufei to the table and the last remaining gift.
"What about Heero?" he asked, shooting an amused smile back at the Japanese teen.
"Upstairs," he replied, grinning now as well. "In our room."
That *did* cause Wufei to pause from removing the lid to Duo's gift. Heero just smiled at him-that unnerving little smirk that promised something to come. Wufei shrugged it off, figuring they would be in for a long night, and removed the cover to the box. And looked in. And stood in shock.
Inside the deep box, blinking two yellow-green eyes opened sleepily and looking up at him before letting out a large yawn, spiky tongue curled, body stretching out, nails unsheathing to claw at the bottom of the box.
"Isn't he a cutie?" Duo cooed, reaching a hand in to scratch the black powder puff, hairball. "I wanted to get you something about dragons, but then, I figured, you probably knew everything there was on the subject and I couldn't very well *get* you one since they don't exist, so I tried to think of what else you reminded me of and came up with a black panther, but they're kinda restricted from being pets, so I came up with the next best thing!" Duo was beaming at him, clearly proud of himself.
Wufei just continued to stare down into the box, dumbfounded.
"Auh, he's so adorable!" Quatre was cooing, pushing up from his other side. "I always wanted a pet!"
From inside the box, looking up at him with mischievous eyes, the little black kitten mewed. Wufei finally looked away from... *it*, to look at his pleased-with-himself love. "You got me a *cat*!"
Duo grinned and kissed his lips. "Yep!"
*** Later That Same Night ***
"May we go to Napolitono's?" the redheaded child asked with large, excited eyes when she was told they were going out for dinner that night.
"Sure, Marie," Sally answered, tousling the girl's short curls affectionately. "But, hey, tell ya what. I'm gonna go upstairs and change. You and Anne are pretty enough to go as you are, but I have to go get dolled up a bit. Otherwise people will be wondering who's that person with the two prettiest ladies in the whole Earth Sphere." Mariemeia giggled at the woman's antics, but before she could disagree with Sally's statements, the woman was going on. "Meanwhile, I think there's something very important Anne wants to talk to you about, okay? I'll be down in about 10-15, okay?"
The girl was frowning now, but obediently she nodded and turned to the other woman in the room as Sally left them alone. "Sally says there's something you wish to talk to me about, Mother?" Marie asked, somewhat nervous as she frantically went over the happenings of the last five days in her head. She hadn't done anything wrong... she didn't think, anyway...
"Yes," Anne said, her voice cracking. "Yes," she tried again, more strongly this time. "Please, Mariemeia, come sit over here next to me."
Obediently, the girl went next to where Anne was sitting on the sofa and sat, looking up at her with large, uncertain eyes. 'Oh, Master Treize...! Is this really the right thing to do? Am I only setting myself and her up for more pain...?' Anne picked up the manila pony-envelope and handed it to the child. "Go ahead and open it," she told the girl. "Read what's inside."
Shaking fingers unwound the twine holding the flap closed and trembling hands reached inside to pull out the pack of papers. It was tearful eyes that looked to her as the meaning of the words on the page began to race into her mind. "Is this... is this for real?" the girl asked, hesitantly. "You... you really want to... to adopt me?"
Anne nodded, quickly licking her chapped lips. "If that's... all right with you, of course."
"'All right'?" Disbelieving eyes turned on her, before a radiant smile broke the carefully constructed mask of confident control and she launched her young body at the Preventer woman, small arms wrapping around Anne's throat in an almost-death grip. "It's *more* than 'all right'!" Marie cried. "It's smashing!!"
Two giggling teenagers, covered in chocolate cake and icing, were sneaking back down the hallway for the main staircase when they literally ran *into* another couple.
"What have you two been *up* *to*?" Quatre asked, swallowing his laughter as he took in both Duo's and Heero's disheveled, chocolate-covered states. "Or do I already know?"
Duo giggled and pointed at Heero. "It was all *his* idea. I swear!" the braided boy snickered, jabbing a finger in his cohort's direction.
"Hn." Heero, still grinning, reached over and tugged on the chocolate-covered braid. "Baka. I don't remember you complaining."
Duo beamed at him. "Funny, me neither."
"What did you two do?" Trowa asked, and then he frowned, noticing a missing member... "And where's Wufei?"
"Oooh, he should be climbing into bed in 3... 2... 1..."
"MAXWELL!!! YUY!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
Both 'threatened' boys broke into hysterics before Quatre and Trowa's very eyes.
"What did you *do*?" Quatre gasped, trying to swallow his own fit of giggles.
"Nothing."
"Nothing at all--just left him a little present."
Duo leaned over and smeared an already smeared chocolate smudge on Heero's face.
"In his bed."
"While he was showering."
Duo giggled and sucked his fingers. "Chocolate covered gundam pilot!"
"We should probably go help him clean off, you know," Heero suggested, smirking broadly.
Duo grinned--that wicked little "Ooh! Good *idea*!" grin of his... and then the two took off the same way they came, leaving a bemused Trowa and Quatre behind.
Trowa shook his head, smiling, and turned back to his own love--smile quickly fading. "Oh, no. don't even *think* it."
Quatre smirked and inched closer. "Ne, Trowa...? Have I ever told you how much I like Strawberry Shortcake...?"
The taller young man sighed, resigned to his fate.
He stared, horrified at the mess that was his normally very neat and very *clean* bed.
"MAXWELL!!! YUY!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
Well, not really. Maybe just shove their faces into the mess and make them lick it clean. Oh! Now *there's* an idea-
~No, no no! Bad thought, Chang. Bad thought. Your bed has just been ruined. You are very angry. Angry, I said!~
'I guess I'll just have to sleep in their bed tonight...' A small smile tugged at his lips with *that* thought.
~I said *ANGRY*!~
~*~
When moonlight crawls along the street
Chasing away the summer heat
Footsteps outside somewhere below
The world revolves I let it go
~*~
"Oiya! 'Fei! You bellowed?" Duo asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes with mock innocence as he hung his head around the doorframe, his long braid hanging over his shoulder and brushing the floor, suspiciously stained a dark color. And then the smile slipped into a pout. "Hey! You're supposed to be *in* the bed!"
"I *look* before I *sleep*, baka."
Duo was bumped forward into the room by a scowling Heero Yuy. "We can't clean you off if you're not dirty," the dark haired Japanese boy groused, stalking into the room and picking the Chinese boy up.
"Heero! What--! What are you--! AH!"
Heero dropped Wufei-silky black boxers and all-onto the bed, dead center of the large remains of a chocolate frosted chocolate cake. "Getting you dirty," the boy answered, smiling now, blue eyes glowing with an intensity that quickened Wufei's pulse.
~*~
We build our church above the street
We practice love between these sheets
The candy sweetness scent of you
It bathes my skin I'm stained in you
~*~
"Oh, yeah," Duo cooed, crawling up onto the other side of the bed and scooping up a large handful of cake. Wufei watched with wide eyes as the hand approached his bare chest.... And then stopped, just inches away. Confused, surprised, dark eyes flitted up to meet with sparkling amethyst.
"You okay with this?" Duo asked softly, hand wavering with the effort of restraint.
"A little late to be asking, don't you think?" Wufei returned, annoyed that his voice sounded slightly breathless, and knowing it was from anticipation.
Duo smirked. "No," he answered before smearing Wufei's chest with the desert.
~*~
And all I have to do is hold you
There's a racing within my heart
And I am barely touching you
~*~
He rubbed the cake in good, using more to spread it from chest to torso to neck and shoulders, making little erotic noises as he went. Wufei bit back a moan as Duo's hands worked over him, covering him in the sticky-sweet chocolate mess; dark eyes closed as his whole body sang under Duo's fingers.
~*~
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show you
My love for you
Insatiable
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
Another hand squeezed his thigh and Wufei caught Heero staring at him, watching him with an insatiable glow. He was going to be sore tomorrow, he predicted before the ability to entertain thoughts was chased away by a devilish tongue. He moaned as Duo began licking and sucking the chocolate off his chest. Hands reached up to bury in the thick roots of his braided lover's scalp.
Heero's tongue thrust between Wufei's lips, and he could taste some of the chocolate cake, mating with Heero's natural flavor. 'So good... so good... Want more...'
He cried out as a sticky, chocolate-covered hand reached into his silky boxers and wrapped around his excited and ready manhood, coating him in the dark sweetness.
"Please..." Wufei begged, reaching up to massage Heero's scalp and pull him back down to his lips.
The devilish Japanese boy smiled down at him. Inches away from his lips, he asked, "Please what?"
The answer was stolen away on a cry as Duo's mouth slipped over Wufei's chocolate-covered penis and began cleaning him off.
Wufei screamed, body arching off the bed as he spilled his essence into Duo's oh-so-talented mouth. Heero's lips stole his shout away, sucking it into himself.
"It hurts," he whimpered, panting for breath. Above and beside him, his lovers stilled. "Are you okay, Fei?" Heero asked gently, looking down at him with concerned and loving eyes as Duo carefully sat back away from between his spread thighs.
"I love you so much it hurts," he told them.
Duo dove at him, their bodies squishing together, glued there with icing. "I love you so much I can't breathe without you," he answered.
They worked together, removing every last stitch of clothing and tossing it to the floor in a careless fashion.
~*~
The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers, takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
~*~
His hands reached out to grasp his longhaired lover's shoulders as Heero's hips snapped forward and Duo's length filled their Chinese lover. There was no word, no sound ever uttered, that could describe their mating. Only the panting, quick hitched breaths as their bodies moved in and out, together and against each other in primordial need.
"Mine," Heero whispered after he collapsed onto Duo and Wufei. He reached out, pushing Wufei's dark, sweaty hair away from his flushed and glowing face. Gently his kissed Duo's exposed neck, staring into those dazed dark eyes. "Both of you." He reached out, his hand possessively stroking Wufei's hip and he rocked into Duo, still buried inside the braided young man's body. "Mine."
~*~
Breathe in Breathe out
There is no sound
We move together
up and down
We levitate
our bodies soar
Our feet don't even
touch the floor
And nobody knows you like I do
Cuz the world they don't understand
That I grow stronger in your hands
~*~
Duo sighed, closing his arms around Wufei and allowed himself to relax, cradled between the two most important people in his life. His pelvis rocked up and down between their bodies, inspiring pleasurable sparks to race off every nerve ending. He was the luckiest man in the whole fucking universe, he thought as he nuzzled Wufei's throat and wiggled some more.
~*~
We never sleep we're always holdin' hands
Kissin' for hours talkin' makin' plans
I feel like a better man
Just being in the same room
We never sleep there's just so much to do
So much to say
Can't close my eyes when I'm with you
Insatiable the way I'm loving you
~*~
Duo's fingers played over Wufei's hands, as if they were fascinated by the feel of calluses and fingerprint ridges. Heero continued to suck on Duo's throat, his shoulders, his back, as Wufei supported both their weights on his body.
"We should go see a movie or something," Duo was saying. Wufei and Heero just let him ramble on, planning out their calendar for the next week, month, year, the rest of their lives. Content, Heero covered Duo's back with kisses and Wufei just watched, afraid to close his eyes and wake up to discover this had all be some horribly wonderful dream...
~*~
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
Insatiable the way I'm loving you
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show you
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
~*~
Turn the lights down low
Take it off
Let me show you
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
Quatre watched, grinning broadly as Trowa turned down the light settings, looking at the blond from the corner of his eyes. And then he turned back to him, his hands gracefully reaching for the buttons on his shirt. It was floating off his shoulders when Quatre gave up all pretenses of calm patience and reached for him, pulling Trowa against him and falling on top of him onto the master's bed.
~*~
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
"I love you," Quatre insisted repeatedly as he rained kisses all over his body, anywhere there was skin, Quatre's lips touched worshipingly, his fingers reaching for Trowa's pants to expose even more lovely skin.
"Love you!" Trowa whispered, his voice heavy with need and he helped Quatre shed his last remaining article of clothing, grounding his weeping arousal against the blond as he tried to undress Quatre as well.
Quatre cried as he rocked between Trowa's spread thighs. "Want you so bad," he told him.
"Please."
~*~
Turn me on
Never stop
Wanna taste every drop
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
He reached for a sugarcoated strawberry from the bowl he'd brought back with them and pressed it between Trowa's lips, waiting a second before tasting the combination of sugar, strawberry, and Trowa. He groaned against Trowa's soft lips. "You taste so good. I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."
"Quatre--!"
~*~
And nobody knows you like I do
Cuz the world they don't understand
That I grow stronger in your hands
~*~
He buried himself thickly in his lover's body, taking up some more strawberries and crushing them over Trowa's body, eagerly lapping up the sweet-tart juices that stained his lover's skin.
Trowa cried out, shooting his pearly cum between their bodies. Intrigued, Quatre took up another berry and coated it with semen... before lifting it to his lips. Slowly, watching Trowa watch him, he sucked the berry into his mouth, sucking on it in time to his thrusting hips, before biting and chewing.
"Mmm... so good." Quatre moaned appreciatively.
Trowa laughed, breathless still, meeting each deep thrust wantonly as it rocked his slender frame. "You're insatiable."
~*~
And nobody knows you like I do
Cuz the world they don't understand
That I grow stronger in your hands
~*~
Quatre made a sound, filling Trowa with his seed, and panting, he fell into his lover, brushing lips against lips tenderly. "Insatiable for you."
"Mmm... won't hear me complain."
~*~
The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers, takes me in
I fall asleep inside of you
There are no words
There's only truth
My love for you
Insatiable
~*~
The head of the Preventers was in a surprisingly good mood others noted as the graceful woman passed through security check and up to her office.
"Oh! Lady Une! Lady Une! There is a group of young women in your office, ma'am!"
That good mood vanished in an instant. "No one," the woman answeredfrozenly, "is allowed in my office without the proper clearance."
"But-ma'am! They *had* the clearance code!" her secretary replied, looking at her with worried eyes.
Steeling herself, she still took a moment to touch the young man's hand reassuringly. She didn't have any scheduled meetings this morning-he knew that and so did she. "Then you should have asked them to return at a later time when I was available," she reprimanded him, more gently than she ever would have if this had been OZ...
'But this isn't Oz...'
She ran through possibilities even as she entered her office, wondering who the visitors could be. There were only a handful of people who had the proper clearance codes to enter her personal office. None were the five young women waiting in her office.
Five women, around her age-either in their late teens or early twenties. Three had dark brown-almost black hair; the other two were blondes. One was staring out the wall of glass, looking at the city below. One was sitting patiently, arms crossed over her chest. One was calmly examining her manicured nails. Two were studying the large mural that she had commissioned shortly after the war, depicting the two lost colonies and the faces of all the casualties the war had wrought-it had just recently been finished.
"Interesting picture," one of the girls said when the door closed behind her.
"How did you get the clearance for this office?" she returned.
"Never mind that," the young woman replied, turning to face the head Preventer. "We're here to offer you our services," Jacqueline Behr said confidently. To either side of her, Ochenta, Devenley, Katalynna, and Blaire stood, grinning with confidence.
"Heero."
He looked up from the article he was reading, noting Trowa was hovering in the doorway.
"May I speak with you?"
He frowned at the other teen's formalness but nodded assent and sat up more uprightly on the sofa, giving Trowa his full attention. Trowa closed the door behind him, but he chose to remain standing instead of sitting near Heero. There was a small, almost unnoticeable frown on the boy's lips, and he didn't quite look at Heero as he spoke.
"I've been thinking a lot about things," he began softly, his frown quickening for the briefest of moments. "About how things were during the war... and then after. That was the worst time in my life," he told Heero, and the profound honesty of that statement did something funny to Heero-he felt almost as if he'd been knocked down without knowing why.
"It hurts," Heero offered, "To believe the one you love is beyond your reach; that you can never have him."
"Yes," Trowa nodded. "Yes, it does." And for the sparsest of seconds, green eyes meet blue, and then Trowa looked away again. "But I'm sure it hurts worse to have the one you love... and then lose him."
Heero didn't bother to argue that.
"I... I don't ever want to lose him, Heero," he said softly, staring at the piano in front of the windows. "I will do everything in my ken to make sure I never lose him."
The Japanese youth nodded. He could understand that perfectly. He felt the same way about his lovers-He would rather die than have to live through losing one of them. He didn't think he *could* live if he lost one of them... It was a decidedly scary thought, and that perfect soldier part of him pushed the thought away quickly.
"He looks at you."
Heero blinked. "Excuse me?"
And suddenly, Trowa was looking at him, those hard green eyes fastened to him. "I've seen him. He looks at you. He thinks you're beautiful." Trowa swallowed, tightly, his jaw hurting, but the hurt distracted him from the pain in his chest. "He's right of course. You are beautiful. So he looks at you, and... and he wants you."
Heero did a double take this time. It seemed as if suddenly his brain had decided not to process correctly. He could have sworn Trowa just said Quatre-sweet, caring, head-over-heels-in-love-with-Trowa Quatre wanted *him*. "I don't think I'm following you, Trowa," Heero replied calmly.
"Quatre wants you; he desires you..." and then, as an afterthought he added, "He desires Wufei and Duo, too."
End Part 10
Andrea Readwolf
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