2-Jan-2001
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are owned by Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. Non GW characters appearing in this fic are of my own imagination.
Warnings: Language, angst, and a naked Wufei
Pairings: 1X2, 3+4, 5+Sasha
Rating: R
// indicates thought, all caps indicate yelling, * * indicates emphasis or bolding.
Col. Pulaski parked the SUV near the side entrance of the warehouse, next to a large grey car that had not been there earlier. It was the standard issue Romefeller assigned to their officers.
He and Treize emerged from their vehicle, drawing their firearms as they opened the side door and entered. It was well lit inside, making it easy for them to see the large open area was deserted. They quietly walked to the office, hugging the outside wall as they peered inside. It too was empty. Treize looked down the hallway that ran behind it, a dim light shone from underneath the door of one room. He signaled Pulaski to follow him.
They positioned themselves on each side of the door. Treize grasped the knob and turned it as he gave a nod of his head, the signal the colonel was waiting for. They burst in to the room. A very surprised Ernst found himself staring up at the barrels of two guns.
Being just a little smarter than he looked, Ernst handed his weapon to Treize and raised his hands over his head.
The incessant ringing of the telephone woke Wufei out of the deepest sleep he'd had in a long time. He reached out and fumbled for the receiver on the nightstand, picking it up once his fingers found their objective.
"Hello," he answered groggily, still more asleep than awake.
"Wufei, it's Heero," an equally tired voice responded, "I hate to wake you, but we'll be on our way to your place shortly."
"Was that the phone?" Sasha yawned as she draped an arm around him and snuggled closer. The warmth of his body felt so comfortable, she drifted back to sleep.
"Huhmmm . . . ok . . . we'll be ready," Wufei answered in to the receiver as he put a finger to his lips, gesturing to Sasha to be quiet.
He smiled faintly as she burrowed her face in his chest and snored softly.
"See you in a little while, goodbye."
Wufei heard the disconnect click before he could respond.
Heero replaced the receiver in its cradle, the ends of his mouth curled in a small grin.
"What's so funny?" Duo asked as he handed Heero a cup of coffee.
"Oh, nothing really, just looks like Quatre was right after all," Heero returned cryptically as he blew gently in to the cup, cooling off its contents.
"Are they up yet?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, in the kitchen," Duo replied, "but I was wondering, any ideas on what we're gonna do next?"
"We're going to install the programs on the microdots in to a computer big enough to handle them." Heero answered between sips of coffee before he sat the cup down.
"That's got me curious, why the written code on microdots? Why didn't Georgie just smuggle programmed microchips?"
"We're going to have to ask him that, but I think it's because the microdots were easier to hide and they're not as likely to get damaged while in transit."
"Yeah, but now someone has to manually install the programs."
Heero started laughing, "You do worry about the oddest things," he said as he grabbed Duo and pulled him close.
"Well, I was thinking that if Romefeller is going to have to do it, so are we. And they've already got a head start," Duo pointed out as he wrapped both arms around Heero, his fingers skipping erotically down his lover's back..
"We won't have to do it manually. I know of a computer that will program itself, once it scans the `dots," Heero moaned as he began to place small kisses on Duo's neck..
" Whoa Tiger, don't start something we don't have time to finish," Duo teased, "or we're going to be late getting to Wufei's."
"Somehow, I don't think he'll mind," Heero replied, "besides, you started this."
He pressed Duo against the wall as his mouth eagerly tasted the lips that parted in anticipation of their willing assault.
Duke Dermeil had traveled to the Foundation's main research and development laboratory. The largest, most powerful computers available were there.
"How long is this going to take?" he asked Dr. Keating, their top computer scientist.
"Three days is my best estimation," Dr. Keating answered, "and that's with a total of twenty programmers working in shifts."
"Why so long? We're cutting this very close and I don't like it."
"There is a lot involved here, your Grace. These programs are very complex and large. They control air and water purification, recycling and distribution as well as waste management, electrical power, gravity and many other things that not only support the lives of the colonists, but replicate Earth conditions as well."
"These include programs to control day and night sky simulations, including a sun, clouds, stars and planets. There is even one that produces wind and rain. We have to determine which ones are the crucial programs, the ones you want to be able to shut down, before we can load them. This is a slow, complicated process and we are trying to get it done as fast as we can."
"Hm, I see. But why are you only using twenty programmers?"
"I'm only using our best people, we don't have much room for error."
"You have no room for error," the Duke informed him, "I want this done as quickly as possible and I will accept no excuses. Believe me, you'll be sorry as hell if you fail."
"I understand, your Grace," Dr. Keating responded.
//Gods, what a prick..// he thought as he returned to his team.
"So what shall we do with him, Treize?" Alban Pulaski asked, still training his pistol at Ernst.
"Al, I hate to do this but I need you to stay here with him while I go back to that apartment. I need to find out how a gundam pilot is involved with Romefeller."
"You sure you'll be alright by yourself? We can truss up our friend here good and tight and I'll go with you," Al suggested.
"No, I want you to stay here with him. I want to make sure he doesn't escape, we can't have him telling Romefeller he saw me here."
"You be careful, Treize. Isn't that the pilot who is out for your blood?"
"Yes, to my deepest regret, I'm afraid," Treize sighed, "by the way, I'll be bringing the three of them back here."
Treize left for Wufei's apartment.
Ernst could not believe the conversation he just heard. Georgie's `client' was a gundam pilot. Did that mean the microdots weren't real? Had Georgie been double-crossed them all this time? Khruzhenada himself getting involved meant Karl had told the truth. Oz did not support Romefeller on this bid to take control of the colonies.
He hoped `Al' would make a mistake so he could get free. The Counsel needed to be warned.
Pulaski watched the expressions on Ernst's face and didn't like what he saw. He then noticed a nylon rope tied to the headboard of the bed. He didn't think he wanted to know why it was there, but it would come in handy.
"Sorry to do this, but . . ." he said as he knocked Ernst unconscious with the butt of his gun, then used the lash to bind him to the bed. Al had enough to worry about, with Treize going off alone.
"Come back safe, old friend," he said.
Wufei gazed gently at Sasha's face. In sleep, she appeared almost childlike, soft and innocent. Wufei continued to study her features. She was beautiful, even more so as the afterglow of their lovemaking still lingered like an aura around her.
He was content to lay there and watch her for a few minutes more, instead of waking her now as he should. He had some thinking to do, anyway. This onna had him totally perplexed and confused. He knew he did not love her, it was too soon for that. But he found he cared for her, and that was the crux of his dilemma.
//What's going to happen now? Making love hasn't changed anything. She's still Romefeller. I fight for the colonies. She still has her beliefs and orders to follow, as do I. What does this make us? Are we still enemies? Have I betrayed all I stand for? Has she? Have we compromised ourselves? Am I wrong in what I've done?//
Wufei wrestled with his thoughts and his guilt, until he remembered something his clan leader Lao O had once said to him.
"You only see the black and white when you should concentrate on the shades of grey, that's where you'll find the answers you are looking for, Chang Wufei. Remember, there is more to a man than the sum of his philosophies."
// I am more than the sum of my philosophies . . . just as there is more to her than being Romefeller. We can't know what tomorrow will bring, but at least for this moment there are no enemies, no politics, and no beliefs to define or come between us. We are only a man and a woman who were lucky enough to find each other. Enjoy the now, the future will take care of itself.//
"Thank you, Master Lao," Wufei whispered, "I think I understand now what you've been trying to teach me."
Quatre walked in to the living room and froze long enough to see the end of the kiss.
//And they call us rabbits// he laughed to himself as he cleared his throat to get their attention.
"We need to get going," he said as he returned to the kitchen.
"We'll be there in a minute," Duo called out after him, "I have to get Junior's things together first."
"Duo, what did you say? Don't you mean you have to make sure Junior has what he needs while we're gone?"
"No, I'm taking him with us, Heero. We don't know how long we'll be gone so we can't leave him here. Georgie said he'd take care of him for us."
"Georgie? Are you sure that's a good idea? We don't know really know anything about him. I'm not ready to put my trust in him."
"I trust him enough to take care of Junior. We had a nice talk when I picked him up. Did you know he truly admires and likes Wufei? He reminds him of his son."
"Some how I don't see Georgie as a family man, but that would explain his change of heart, I guess. But I'd still be cynical about what he tells me, he might have said that just to gain your confidence."
Heero was playing devil's advocate, even though Duo had an uncanny sense of whom to trust, it was best to stay on the side of caution.
"He's divorced, and he showed me a picture taken of them together a few years ago. Even though the boy looked about six or seven, Wufei does bear a resemblance to him, although Georgie said it took him a while to notice it. The last time he saw his son was when that picture was taken. It's sad really."
"That still doesn't mean it's a good idea to trust Junior's care to him," Heero was again trying to make his point.
"I also reminded him that if we found him once, we can do it again." Duo added with an impish twinkle in his eye.
Heero laughed, "Ok, ok. I give up, Georgie can take care of Junior."
They gathered up the parrot and his things, locked up the house and joined Quatre and Trowa, who were already waiting for them in the car.
"Sasha, its time to get up and get dressed, my friends will be here shortly," Wufei shook her gently, rousing her out of her sleep.
She blinked her eyes open and stretched her arms out, trying to bring herself fully awake. `John' was still leaning over her, making sure she was awake, so she changed the stretch into an embrace and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Do you have any coffee?" she asked, "I could really use some."
"I'll put some on after I get dressed," he said as he kissed her forehead then got out of the bed.
Sasha watched him as he walked over to the dresser. He moved with the same fluid like motions of a cat, with well defined muscles on a slender frame. She enjoyed looking at his body as much as she had enjoyed becoming one with it.
"Don't get dressed on my account," she giggled, "I think I like you better naked."
"Chauvinist onna," he teased back as he put on his clothes.
"I've been meaning to ask you, what does `onna' mean?"
"It means `woman'," Wufei answered, "but I must confess, most women don't like it when I call them that."
"I do, at least the way you said it just now, softly like an endearment. It made me feel . . . wanted . . . desired."
Wufei laid down next to her, "You * are* desirable and never let anyone make you doubt that."
He gave her a soul searing kiss that burned itself into her memory. To her dying day Sasha never forgot that kiss or how it felt on her lips and in her heart.
Treize parked in front of the apartment building and sat in the SUV momentarily, debating what his next move should be. He decided the direct approach was best, so he got out of the vehicle, walked up to the door, and knocked.
Wufei was pouring coffee for Sasha and himself when they heard the knock at the door. He knew it was too soon for the guys to have arrived so assumed it was Georgie. Wufei's eyes grew wide as he looked through the peephole and saw Treize standing there.
"Sasha, get in the bedroom and close the door," Wufei ordered as he took his gun from its hiding place.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Just go to the bedroom . . . please," he repeated.
"But, John . . .," she started to protest, she felt hurt and it showed on her face.
"Get in the bedroom NOW!" Wufei grabbed her arm and dragged her to the doorway, "close the door and be quiet," he added as he gave her a quick kiss for reassurance.
He had seen the look on her face and he did not like that he had put it there.
Sasha closed the door and sat in the middle of the bed, tucking her legs to her body as she wrapped her arms around them. She no longer felt hurt. `John' had been protecting her. No one had ever done that before and she liked the safe feeling it gave her, but at the same time she felt scared for him as well.
Wufei answered the door, his weapon aimed at Treize's heart.
"What are you doing here?" Wufei asked, then he saw the SUV parked out front, "you're the one that was following me earlier today," he remarked in a flat tone.
"Do you mind if I come in? Or are you going to stand there all day with that gun pointed at me?" Treize asked, the bravado in his voice belied the momentary fear that crossed over his heart.
Wufei stood silently, the weapon still raised.
"You may take mine, if that will help," Treize offered, opening his jacket to reveal the pistol holstered at his side.
Wufei took the gun, then waved Treize in, "I asked you what you are doing here."
"I'm here to find out why a gundam pilot is hanging around Romefeller agents and getting himself involved with something that may be too big for him to handle. Aren't you going to offer me a seat?" Treize did not wait for an invitation and sat on the sofa.
"Oh, and you can tell Miss Cooper she doesn't have to hide in the bedroom, I rather like her company anyway."
Sasha opened the door and entered the living room, she had heard part of the conversation and recognized the visitor's voice.
"Ah . . . Sasha, so nice to see you again." Treize greeted
"Hello Treize, arrogant as ever I see," she retorted, then turned to Wufei, "John, do you know him?"
"We've met," Wufei replied, "and I think I told you to stay in the bedroom," he added.
"I recognized Treize's voice, there is no reason for me to hide from him," she replied.
"Sasha, do you know who `John' is? Who he really is?" Treize asked, "I suppose not, so let me introduce you. Sasha Cooper, this is Chang Wufei, pilot of the number 5 gundam."
She looked at Wufei as if seeing him for the first time, she didn't know what to think.
"You're a gundam pilot? I figured out Georgie was lying when he told me you were a client, but I thought you might be Oz, or maybe White Fang. I didn't expect this," Sasha's knees almost buckled under her as she sat in a chair, "I've lost good friends in battles against you."
"I'm sorry, onna," Wufei whispered softly, "if I could change that, I would."
"Don't apologize, John . . . no, Wufei, isn't it? No, don't apologize, it's the way of wars, you know. You lose people you love," she looked at Wufei with a deep sadness in her eyes, "does this mean I lose you, too?"
"No," he whispered quietly.
Treize cleared his throat, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, like he was a peeping Tom watching their most intimate moments. He cleared his throat again, this time to get their attention.
"The reason I'm here is because of those microdots. Now that they are in Romefeller's hands, I have to find a way to stop them from being used against the colonies."
"Why should you care what happens to the colonies? You're trying to take control of them yourself," Wufei's anger at Treize was hard to hide, he was such a hypocrite.
" I'm not trying to take control of the colonies, I'm trying to unite then with Earth. But like you, I'm also a warrior, not a terrorist. It's one thing to defeat the enemy honorably in battle, it is another to force him to surrender by threatening to kill his family. I prefer the honorable way, don't you?" Treize stared in to Wufei's eyes, daring him to challenge his statement. Instead of a challenge, he got a small nod of understanding.
Wufei calmed down a little, "I should warn you my friends will be here any minute, now would be a good time for you to leave."
"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Chang. I think for once we might be on the same side, we could use each other's help, don't you think?"
Treize turned to Sasha, "Apparently, Mr. Chang forgives you for your involvement in this, now you have a decision to make about where you stand. Do you still believe in what you've done or have you thought long and hard and realized that Romefeller is wrong?"
Sasha hung her head in thought, what did she believe in? She had been born in to the Romefeller elite, their plan for total domination had been fed to her like pabulum, since birth. She had never been exposed to another philosophy until she had entered the academy. By then the plan wasn't just a doctrine to her but almost a religion. A few seeds of doubt had been sowed then, but she had never allowed them to take root.
She mentally dug up the seeds and replanted them, recalling the debates she had heard in classes and in student discussion groups. No matter what the argument, no matter what the belief, they all sounded similar to her own. It was all about power and control, everyone wanted it, sought it and even when the winner achieved it, there was someone else trying hard to take it away. She realized what her answer was.
Sasha raised her head and instead of looking at Treize, she directed her answer to Wufei.
"I never knew until now that Romefeller is no different than any of the despots over the history of man, that tried to rule the world. And like those despots, they don't have a snowball's chance in hell of succeeding as long as there are people who are willing to sacrifice everything to stay free. I know now that the colonists would die by their own hands before they would allow themselves to be blackmailed into surrendering."
"I'm not admitting I've made a mistake, I'm not admitting I did wrong. I simply followed the only path I knew. I just know now that its not going to work. I can't go back to Romefeller anyway, I've consorted with `the enemy'. Not only is my career screwed but my family will disown me as well."
" Funny, I find that I don't even want to go back. I hated that life, I hated what I had to do as a woman to get a promotion or even a decent assignment. It didn't matter that I was the youngest person to ever graduate the academy, in the top three percent, no less. I was female and had to fight for every scrap I got."
" I had a dream of becoming the commander-in-chief of Oz one day, just so I could change things but everyone, including you Treize, thought the idea was ludicrous. How many jokes was I the butt of, just because I was a woman and had ambition? No, I don't want to return to that horrible life, but tell me, what do I do now? Where will I go?"
Tears streamed down her face as all the anger and frustration she had kept pent up for so long finally found a voice.
Wufei set his handgun down on the coffee table as he knelt next to Sasha's chair and held her tightly to him as her tears turned to sobs. He gently stroked her hair as he whispered his support, doing his best to console her.
Treize sat quietly, Sasha had given him plenty to ponder over. His thoughts turned toward Une, she too had been one of the best and brightest in the academy, had she undergone the same treatment, had she had to do the same things once she had joined Oz? He thoughts then turned to the time Sasha had `seduced' him. Which one of them really had been `used'? Treize felt a twinge of guilt, not liking his own answer.
Georgie was walking back to `John's' apartment as the pilots were emerging from Quatre's car, he yelled and waved at them to stop. He recognized the SUV they had parked behind.
"Wait . . .," he began as he was catching his breath, "that SUV . . . was following . . . us . . . earlier today . . . it might be a trap," he gasped.
"Georgie, you stay here while we find out what's happened," Heero ordered.
A few seconds later, Wufei's front door opened and he stepped out on to the porch.
"Everything's fine," he told them, "Heero would you come here, please."
Heero joined Wufei on the porch, "What's going on? Georgie told me that SUV was following you today."
"Yes, we were followed, but it's alright. I wanted to warn you though before you came inside. Treize Khushrenada is here, he says he wants to stop Romefeller too."
"Chang, have you gone daft?" Heero could not believe what Wufei was telling him.
"Just hear him out, that's all he asks."
"Let me tell the others then, before someone gets hurt," Heero sighed. This had to be one for the books, Treize and they were on the same side.
"Romefeller plans on having battleships stationed right outside each colony cluster," Treize said, "on those battleships will be computers equipped with the programs stolen from the colonies, they are going to transmit override commands to the colonies' own computers, essentially taking over the control of their environments."
"We knew they had that planned, we just didn't know how they were going to execute it," Heero said, "they're going to do it during the peace conference, aren't they?"
"That's the best time for them to do this," Treize answered, "while all the colony leaders are in one place. Romefeller won't have to repeat itself."
"Why don't we inform the colony leaders what they've got up their sleeve, so they can cancel the talks?" Duo suggested.
"Because this way we know when they are going to act. If the meetings get cancelled or postponed, we won't know when Romefeller might act," Trowa pointed out.
"Right," added Quatre, "at least this way we have a chance to stop them."
"Does anyone have an idea how?" Wufei asked as he came from the bedroom after checking on a sleeping Sasha.
"I'll be right back, and in a few minutes I'll answer that question," Heero said.
He went to the car and got his laptop. Georgie had already returned to the bookstore with Junior, but only after he made a solemn oath to Duo he'd take good care of him.
Upon returning inside, Heero plugged the laptop's modem into the phone jack, opened the clamshell and logged on to his server.
He clicked on his e-mail, and there was the response he had been hoping for. He clicked it open.
TO: numberone@zeronet.com
Subject: Cray's party
So glad you could accept our invitation, we look forward to seeing you.You're ride will be waiting. Dino sends hugs and kisses.
Heero keyed in a reply:
To: Jaywalker@zeronet.com
Re: ETA Cray
Expect us soon, we are bringing extra guests so roll out the welcome wagon. Tell Dino, sorry, I'm taken.
Heero clicked send, then closed the clamshell as soon as he got the confirmation the e-mail had been sent.
"Everything is set, we should have a way to stop them," Heero told everyone, "as soon as we get this set of microdots to some friends of mine."
"But Heero, we don't have time to book a flight to the colonies," Duo said.
"We're not going to the colonies, my friends are here . . . on Earth," he answered.
Treize had been listening to the conversation then finally spoke up, "Mr. Yui, did you just say you had a set of the microdots? How did you get them instead of Romefeller?"
"How we got them is not important," Heero told him as he glanced furtively at Wufei, "but Romefeller only has four sets and I'm sure they're pissed as hell about it. It's going to make their blackmail less complete."
" Shit! I just realized something. Duo, get down to the bookstore and bring Georgie back here. Romefeller is probably looking for him, as well as Sasha. They don't know we have the microdots. They'll probably be nosing around the warehouse too."
"May I borrow your telephone, Mr. Chang?" Treize asked, "One of my officers is at the warehouse watching Ernst, I need to tell him to get out of there and my cell phone is in the SUV, if there are any Romefeller agents in the area right now, I don't want them to see me."
"Go ahead and tell him to come here I guess," Wufei said with a sigh.
"Thank you."
Treize called Pulaski and filled him in on what was happening while Duo went to the bookstore and retrieved Georgie and Junior.
"If there are going to be this many people in my apartment, I think I need to buy food," Wufei remarked, "who wants to come with me to the store?"
Duo, Georgie and Junior were walking up the steps to the apartment as Wufei and Trowa were leaving.
"Where are you guys going?" Duo asked.
"The grocery store," Trowa answered.
"Would you get some parrot food? And apples?" Duo requested, "I don't think we brought enough."
"Heero already put those on the list," Wufei added, "along with a couple of newspapers," he cringed when he realized he's said Heero's name.
"It's ok Wufei, I already told him our real names."
`Heero has a nice ass!' Junior piped up, upon hearing Heero's name.
Wufei had to laugh, "Duo, you're corrupting that parrot."
"Hell, I even had to put that darned parrot in the storeroom at the bookstore," Georgie told them, "he was embarrassing their customers."
`Omae o korosu, omae o korosu,' Junior squawked.
"That one he picked up by accident, by the way", Duo explained to Georgie, "*he's* the one that got you scared enough to talk."
Georgie stood still and silent for a moment.
"I can't believe it, done in by a bird," he said, shaking his head.
Colonel Pulaski drove up with Ernst and they were quickly let inside, in case nosy neighbors were watching all the activity going on. Seeing a man bound and gagged would not only raise eyebrows, the person behind the eyebrows might call the police.
"Oh, what a cute parrot!," Sasha exclaimed, walking up to the cage.
"Watch it, he bites," Duo warned.
"I'll be careful, you're Duo?" Sasha asked, as she stuck her finger in the cage.
"Yeah, but how did you know? And I warned you, he bites."
Junior sidled over to the edge of the cage and gently nibbled on the end of her finger, then grabbed onto it with his feet and perched himself, posing prettily for her.
"Wufei introduced me to everyone, by their real names," she said, " yeah you are such a sweet baby, Junior. Come on, give Sasha a kiss."
Sasha put her face to the cage then Junior leaned over and nibbled her lips.
"Good boy Junior," she cooed to the bird.
Duo looked at her, his mouth wide open, "How'd you do that? He goes for my nose when I try."
"What can I say?" she asked smugly, "he likes me."
"Now Junior's name is really Junior, right? He's not using an alias too?" Georgie asked.
Duo burst out laughing, "No, Junior is his real name."
"Just wanted to make sure. The way he scared me, I'd say he's one of your best `agents' ".
Dinner had been cooked and eaten, the dishes washed and put away and plans were made. They were now ready to leave for the airport. Heero's `friends' had a private airplane ready for them at the airport. Heero had one more matter to take care of before they left.
"Khushrenada, Pulaski," he addressed the two Oz officers, "you are coming with us, but I am afraid we cannot allow you to know where we are going. You have a choice, you either agree to wearing blindfolds until we feel it is safe for you to remove them, or we sedate you and you will not awaken until after we've reached our destination. What will it be?"
"We accept the blindfolds and earplugs," Treize said, "we can't say we like it but we understand you're need for secrecy and respect it."
"Good, now let's be on our way."
They had boarded the small private jet and were ready for take off. Treize and Pulaski were given the blindfolds. Ernst, to everyone's agreement, was given the sedative. No one moved until Treize and Pulaski put them on.
Heero and Duo entered the cockpit. Heero sat in the pilot's seat while his partner took the other. They started the engines and went through the checklist. Once this was done, they radioed the tower for permission to taxi to their assigned runway, then requested clearance for take off.
Once airborne and clear of normal air traffic, Heero flipped on the automatic pilot and relaxed back in to the seat.
"Just where are we going?" Duo asked, "and who are these friends you say can help us?"
Heero had refused to tell him anything until they were on their way.
"You'll see who they are when we get there," he answered, "and maybe I'll tell you where we are going."
"So, tell me already, or I'll teach Junior to say `Heero's a great lay'," Duo had already decided to make good on that threat whether Heero told him or not.
"Duo, you wouldn't!? It's embarrassing enough he's making remarks about my ass."
//Ok, so maybe I won't teach him that//.
"Then tell me where we are going, at least." Duo teased in a mock threatening tone.
"You've never heard of the place we are going, no one has in a very long time. It's a place that isn't on any maps, anywhere. It's a long forgotten place. Forgotten by everyone except the people that own it and the ones that work and live there."
"You're dragging this out and it's driving me nuts," Duo groaned as he got up from his seat, "turnabout is fair play, I say."
Duo knelt next to Heero's chair, raised the arm out of the way and started gently stroking him through his pants.
"Ok, ok I'll tell you," he said, his arousal evident in the hoarseness of his voice, "we're going to an island off the coast of South America."
"And the name of this island?" Duo asked as he released Heero's swollen member from it's constraints, lowered his mouth to its tip and began kissing and licking it.
"Isla Nublar," Heero rasped as he melted in to the seat, "the name of the island is Isla Nublar."
TBC
End of Act 7
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