26-Jul-2000
Category: LEMON, Angst, Emotion.
Pairing: 5x4
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Just after Shades of Red
Disclaimer: Not mine, no mon
NOTES: This is set just after Shades of Red. Here there be more LEMON (graphic sexual situations between two guys). There is also character relationship stuff going on and a bit of character angst. Umm, there will be more notes at the end. Bonne is the wonderful voice, actions, thoughts of Wufei and I'm responsible for the cute little blonde. :>
Quatre's body slowly relaxed, though it still trembled beneath the other boy's. His arms felt like limp noodles as he drew them up and around Wufei's shoulders, returning the hold, his small fingers tangling in dark hair. After a moment, his voice choked a little with emotions still raw and vulnerable from the act they had just performed. "I'm...damn lucky that you choose not to be alone koi."
Wufei stayed still for a moment, then raised his head, blinking a little extra water from his eyes. His face showed the same vulnerability that was in Quatre's voice. He kissed the blond tenderly. "There was no luck in that," he said, his voice hoarse and raspy. "Only beautiful and determined Arabian who would not let me go."
Quatre gave his head a little shake, an almost desperate motion, his voice slipping down to the barest of whispers, "I... I couldn't do that Wufei. I would have let you go, if you had insisted... I'd never make you be where you didn't wish to be. But I couldn't just let you go without you knowing you ..."
Wufei hushed him with another kiss. "You didn't make me be where I didn't wish... you made me wish to be with you. I have desired you for a long time, longer than you know. You gave me what I did not believe I could have. How then could I wish to be alone?"
Quatre hushed beneath the kiss, licking his lips, to get the last lingering taste of the other boy along his mouth then smiling softly, laughing a little at himself. "I keep crying when we make love, you're going to think I'm a water-work." His fingers trembled as they stroked through stiff hair gently. The touches, welcoming and speaking louder then verbal words..'you're not alone, I won't let you be alone.'
Wufei bent and licked one cheek, tasting the tears, though some of his own were masquerading as sea-spray. "You *are* a water-work," he said, grinning, and rubbing his stomach against Quatre's. "Sometimes the water is thick... and not quite clear..." He leaned back and bent to lap the stuff briefly, "But it is not untasty."
Quatre's face ran the gauntlet of emotions from a little bit of boyish indignation at being called a water-work, to a blush as Wufei continued, then to a mischievous little twinkle as he moved gracefully beneath the other boy. "Mmmm.... who knew that Chang Wufei had such a talent for talking dirty."
"Surprise," Wufei said, his expression a bit wolfish. He continued to lick the blonde's stomach, 'cleaning' the smears of thick fluid. He then shifted a bit, moving his legs around to sit with Quatre between them, the blonde's legs over his and loosely around his waist, and pulled the Arabian up to sit as well. His cock, nearly flaccid at first, was firming again, still partially inside the blonde's warm body.
Quatre moved carefully, keeping ahold of his prize, feeling life stirring within it again as he sat up in Wufei's lap, his hands drifting down along the other boy's chest. Quick small fingers found the sensitive nubbins of flesh and pinched lightly, then stroked soothingly with the ball of his thumb. Licking his lips again as he looked up into Wufei's eyes and smiled.
"You do realize.. that you must keep me amused all day. All by you lil lonesome." Bright eyes, the color of the sea behind him, were full of a range of emotions, from mischief, to love, to desire, to pure peace and contentment.
Wufei licked Quatre's neck lingeringly. "Yes," he said, his warm breath moving against the blonde's ear. "I realize... do you realize you will have to keep *me*.... amused.... all day...?"
Quatre gave a low purring rumble of contentment as he wrapped his arms around Wufei's neck, nuzzling his cheek against the other boy's. "I think, that I will rise to the challenge. " Said with a little rock of his hips to prove his point, followed by a softer smile. "And in between then...I'll be happy just to lay about and nap with you." Quatre blushed softly, whispering. "I haven't had a lot of time to just *be* and that is wrong of me. I should have made the time before this."
Wufei smiled with warm affection, stroking his fingers down Quatre's back. "Nap and make love... it sounds nice. Also lazy as hell. Will you also practice with me? I found I enjoy the wind at dusk on the beach. My forms seem crisper somehow. There is peace in the movement too, little one. Perhaps it will help you as well." Sighing softly, Wufei lifted the blond up a little, where he was resting his weight on Wufei's thighs and no longer in contact with the sand, and then turned them both, finally leaning back to lay against the beach with the Arabian now perched above him.
Quatre settled happily into the new position, his legs folding back to grip at the other boy's hips as he let his fingers trail lazy patterns across Wufei's chest. As always fascinated as hell by those powerful muscles. He had a chest fetish: Sue him. Grinning down at the Chinese boy cheekily, he spoke. "I'll remind you that sex burns 400 calories and mind blowing sex must burn at least 800." Then with a broader more open smile. "I'd love to. Can we also spar with the rattans?" A hopeful little gleam in his blue-green eyes.
"If you like," Wufei answered, nodding. He smiled and stretched his arms above his head feeling the blond settle nicely as his cock continued to harden inside the other boy's warm, tight body. Laying back, he looked up, his dark eyes full of love, lust and affection. "Well, you're back on top," he said helpfully. "Going to do something about it?"
Quatre gave a soft little wondering gasp and internal muscles gave that hardening length a slow squeeze, then he whimpered, the sound as much emotional as physical and bent his head down. Laying open mouthed, eager, almost desperate kisses along Wufei's bared chest, spending a little bit of time next to the small scars, giving them special attention before moving on. His small hands slid up along the other boy's arms, not quite tall enough to reach Wufei's fingers but Quatre closed his hands around strong wrists.
Wufei sighed softly, his body shifting in response to the soft kisses. His hips lifted slightly, pressing him up into Quatre's body a little more deeply. He seemed relaxed but there was building sexual tension just beneath the surface.
Internal muscles gave an approving little squeeze as Quatre posted a little on his new mount, grinning at the irreverent thought as he captured a nipple in between his teeth and lashed it madly with a busy little tongue. His hands released Wufei's wrists and swept back down along his arms, touching the other boy with an almost greedy intensity, as if he couldn't get enough of his lover's taste and feel.
Wufei smiled, looking up at the vision of the blond straddling him. It was a picture he would keep carefully in his heart for future times, and a picture that inflamed him incredibly. He moved his arms down and slid his hands over Quatre's thighs, shifting again, his heart beginning to race with increasing desire. "Beautiful... Quatre, you are beautiful," he said, his voice low and hoarse.
Quatre could feel the increase in his lover's heart-rate and paused to press a long slow kiss over Wufei's heart. It was a worshipful touch, as if he recognized how precious that beat was, how fragile and took a moment to give thanks for it's continued action. Then he looked up at the words, blushing shyly. "I...I like it when you say it."
It was true. He was used to people fawning over how cute he had been as a child and onwards as he'd grown but he'd not allowed the words to touch him or build his ego. Still, hearing them from his lovers gave him a certain level of satisfaction. Their opinions meaning more to him then anyone else's.
Quatre straightened a little, unable to surpress the soft groan of pleasure as he arched back pressing onto the impaling cock in his body. Then he looked down at Wufei. "Mmmm... what do *you* want koi?"
"I want to see and feel you take your pleasure from this poor body of mine," Wufei said in a soft growl. "I wonder if that could happen?"
Quatre smiled, slow and passionate as he stroked his fingers back along that chest. "How would you like to see me do it? Because this magnificent, well kept, handsome, sexy body of yours can pleasure me, just watching it move through those intricate katas." Nope.. he wasn't about to come out and admit to a little self gratification through watching Wufei work out... but... the Chinese boy might get the picture.
Wufei groaned softly, getting the picture instantly and his hips bucked up against Quatre's slight weight above him. "And your sweet body can pleasure me just sitting where you are now... though it's slow torture... perhaps the torture could be... faster... and... harder..."
Quatre smiled, though the action was lost beneath an opened mouth soundless sigh of pleasure as he arched, causing Wufei's body to nudge that pleasure point within himself. He looked back down at his lover, fire in his blue-green eyes and he nodded. "Oh.. yes."
Then he braced his little hands against Wufei's chest. For a moment he was caught by the site of just how small his fingers looked against the broad chest then he was loosing himself in sensation. Arching back, he began to move. Slowly at first, gauging where the best angles were for them both, then once he had that settled in his mind, he began to move faster. The sun catch droplets of sea-spray and sweat that were beading across his slender body and making him glisten in the sun as he moved over Wufei.
Wufei gasped, moaning as Quatre's body worked around his aching flesh. He watched the boy moving above him, feeling everything, licking his lips unconsciously as he surrendered to the friction and the building urgency in his groin. He moved, bucking his rider, his strong back and leg muscles pushing him up, back then up again, fucking the Arabian from below as the blond danced around him.
Quatre arched back, letting his hands trail down the chest he was stroking and along Wufei's flanks then back further as he leaned back over the other boy's legs, shifting the angle of penetration for them both and continuing to move on that impaling flesh, squeezing very tightly for those strokes but not able to move as fast as he wished. Rearing back upright he again braces his hands on Wufei's chest. Then, locking his eyes to his lover's face he leans down a little whispering softly.
"I do love you."
Then his ability for speech was lost as he begins to move a lot harder and faster against his lover, at an almost brutal pace heighten the friction to an almost unbearable tension for them both, taking his pleasure from the body beneath him, even as he gave himself over completely to Wufei.
Wufei cried out wordlessly, his hands moving down to brace his body against the sand beneath him, rocking under Quatre's movements, guided by those pale, strong thighs clamped around him. He moaned, feeling the Arabian's internal muscles squeeze and milk him, sending waves of sensation through his body. Barring his teeth he tried to hold himself, wanting to feel his lover's completion, desperate not to release himself too soon but feeling control slipping from him with each flex of that strong little body above.
In that instant, Quatre was holding on to the last thread of his coherent thought. Keeping up the rapid pace, he bent down till his cheek rested against the other boy's. Whispering in a voice full of nothing but love.
"Let... go."
The words cut the last fraying thread of his control and Wufei cried out, almost sobbing as his body arched upwards, releasing the hot fluid inside it's tender prison as the Chinese boy cried out again and again, lost in the waves of pleasure that seemed to overcome him like a flood, immersing and drowning his soul. The last cry was Quatre's name.
Quatre turned his head, capturing Wufei's mouth with his own and soaking up that scream, holding it tightly to his soul as at least one.. one good thing he's done right. The hard blind thrusts of climax from the body beneath him striking against the pleasure point with just too much accuracy and his own hoarse cry was lost down his lover's throat as once again their bared bodies were bathed with his essence. He rode out the pulses of his climax, wringing the last bits of pleasure and tension out of his body, then collapsed across his lover, completely limp.
"Oh, Chang..."
Wufei drew a shaky breath, his hand covered with sand but arms closing over the spent body above him. He nuzzled Quatre's neck, his body one throbbing heart-beat as his lungs struggled to take in air, getting his system to somehow normalize after the shattering moment. He shook his head blindly, still rendered wordless, and simply clung.
They were both pretty well covered in sand and sea water and other fluids, Quatre thought to himself and would have giggled if he'd had the energy. He didn't. All he could do was lay sprawled across Wufei curling himself into an almost protective like blanket for the other boy, sheltering him while he knew that Wufei was emotionally vulnerable. Just because he was used to wearing his heart on his sleeve didn't mean his lover was, or should be made to. The cool breeze danced across his back in a soothing caress and he just sighed peacefully.
After a while Wufei felt awareness coming back thread by thread. He nuzzled Quatre's shoulder again, and then took several long deep breaths, summoning some kind of energy back into his slack muscles. He pushed himself up, holding Quatre against him, and with a bone-deep effort, somehow came to his knees, then his feet, cradling the blond in his arms. He kissed Quatre's cheek and walked a little ways into the surf, kneeling again to let the sea wash over them both, cleansing and cooling their heated skins.
Quatre curled up trustingly in those strong arms, knowing better then to fuss or fight and not having the energy to do either. He wanted to be held. As the cool water brushed across their bodies he gave a soft sigh, Trowa would probably tease them both about how they'd gotten sunburned *there* but for right now all was very right in Quatre's world. He gave a little chuckle and looked up through heavy lidded eyes towards Wufei.
"Still my bodyguard..." He whispered softly, reaching up to stroke his fingers lovingly along the reserved young man's lean jawline.
Turning to kiss those fingers, Wufei nodded, looking down for a moment. He swallowed, trying to find his voice. "Precious things," he managed, in a soft rasp. "Should be guarded."
Damn it.. he'd managed to make it through one whole love making session without tears and then Wufei went and said that. Quatre swallowed hard, trying to fight back the salty tears and in the end he turned his face into Wufei's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the other boy and holding him as if he were the last rock in the middle of the sea. His slender body shook with reaction to the physical releases, as well as the emotional release he'd found that day.
Wufei wasn't much better, Quatre's tears triggering a few of his own. He shook his head, clutching the little one tightly in his arms. The waves lapped against both of them like a warm and soothing caress. After a little while, he stood and carried the blond out of the water and up to the house. Tucking the memories of things just past into the deepest, most secret place in his well-guarded heart. Wufei carried Quatre to the bed he'd claimed for his own here and placed him gently on the covers, uncaring of the lingering drops of water they both shed. He crawled beside the Arabian and pulled their bodies together, planting a few kisses on the damp blond hair.
Quatre headed unerringly for that *spot* of his, right under Wufei's chin. His arms wrapped around the other boy tightly as he tangled his legs with Wufei's. His breathing becoming more controlled as the worst of the racking sobs worked their way out of him, leaving him still and quiet in his lover's embrace. He peeked up a little, getting his bearings about where they were, then he relaxed completely. The total trust he placed in Wufei achingly evident as Quatre let down all his many guards.
"I love you, Quatre-koi," Wufei whispered softly, as if the words were too precious to allow out into the room. "That is something you can't stop or change... never in my lifetime."
Quatre nodded. He knew. He knew in his heart that the young dragon he held did not give his love easily or lightly. He knew and it made it all that more precious and desperately important to the little blonde. He looked up into dark eyes, all of this readable in his face and jewel bright eyes. "I.. never have the words to give back to you when you gift me with that knowledge verbally."
He never could seem to stop telling Wufei and Trowa how much he loved them. Heero and Duo how much he cared for them. They weren't throw away words by any stretch of the imagination... but it just sort of left him at a loss at times like these when he felt as if he could sink into his lover and be lost happily forever.
Wufei kissed him silent. "I don't need... words..." he said, his voice soft. "Just you." He squeezed the blond in his arms and then laughed softly, letting him breath again. The laugh sounded so young... the laugh of a Chang Wufei who had not known pain or war or self-doubt. The laugh of the Chang Wufei that Quatre had found still living in his heart, though he'd never known was still there.
Quatre listened to that young joyful sound and he smiled, warmly. His hands soothed across Wufei's back as he laid his head back a little so he could watch his lover's face, enjoying the way it became mobile and animated when he was relaxed and happy.
"I love watching your face when you're happy. It show so many neat things." He reached up to playfully tickle a small laugh wrinkle at the corner of Wufei's lips.
Wufei ducked his head but the small smile and the laugh lines did not go away. "You have a silly streak," he said, looking up at Quatre, his dark hair now drying, falling around his face. "I think... no, I'm certain... Meiran would have liked you... she'd have hugged you in front of everyone..."
Quatre beamed a loving smile up at Wufei."Oh, I do hope I am a person she could have liked. She... she must have been a very special woman Wufei."
Wufei sighed softly. "She was a terrifying woman-child," he said calmly. "She was a pain in my ass. She was wild and free... loud and undisciplined... in every way not traditional... or so I thought. We were raised by each other's parents. She seemed to be the daughter of the head family... but the truth was they switched us, to protect the boy child - me - from some foolishly perceived threat to karma. You see how well it worked... I never knew what was in my heart for her until she lay in my arms the last time, crying and begging me to say she'd done well, to save a field of flowers...."
Tears slipped from his eyes and he blinked, resting his head against Quatre's shoulder. He hadn't said so much about his past since... since it happened.
Quatre couldn't help it. When Wufei had shown him the gate, he'd tugged gently to see if it was ready to be opened. Now, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, scooting up a little to allow him to guide Wufei's head to his chest, stroking his fingers soothingly through dark hair as he kissed the top of Wufei's head. Whispering, "As I said... she sounds like she was a very special woman Wufei and I know she must have been."
Wufei sighed again, relaxing. "I hardly know," he said. "Her spirit has been with me every moment since. I hear her scolding me at the oddest times. She scolded me about you. How foolish I was to try so hard to stay apart. Sometimes your words to me have had a spooky echo... funny, ne?"
Quatre smiled, though his friend couldn't see it and pressed another kiss to the top of Wufei's head. "Maybe. But I know that I'd haunt you like crazy if I were a ghost, specially if it came to keeping you happy."
Wufei was quiet for a while. Then he looked up. "Tell me about your father...?"
Quatre blinked. That was not the response he was expecting and for a long while he went silent. Then he took a deep breath, settling back in the bolster of the pillows, holding Wufei to his heart.
"Father was... every inch the pacifist Master Winner. He... loved all 30 of us and always had time for his children. Now, though, I realize that in my life time at least he never lived for himself. I think that my mother's death took away his desire to live for himself. He threw himself into his work and into his children. You have to understand... I was being groomed from word one. Most of the interaction I had with my Father centered around his preparing his heir. Looking back I guess it was his way of.. coping. I don't know if you've ever seen a vid of him, but I look entirely like my mother, her way with music, art, the whole package. I guess I must have been a great source of pain and joy for him. However, I got his temperament and bullheadedness... so as you can imagine as I grew.. relations did not get easier." He paused... obviously swimming about in so many memories that looked so very different now from afar.
Wufei listened closely, one hand stroking Quatre's side gently. "I have seen pictures of him," he said softly, not adding that he'd gone through some of the Winner vid archives alone, seeking to learn more about the man who figured so prominently in the life of his new koi. "He was handsome... powerful... in looks, he reminded me a bit of Trowa..."
Quatre blinked again.. tilting his head. "Ah... yes, yes I suppose you are right." The words said with a certain sort of wonder. "He was very much the commanding figure. I used to wish I'd grow as tall as he. Kept waiting for the growth spurt that just.. never came. I remember spending a lot of time wrapped around his legs. " He laughed a little at this memory. "It wasn't a bad way of life Wufei, I never doubted he loved me in his way and supported me, I just... felt like I could never live up to what he wanted me to be."
"It's possible you never could. Of course it's also possible that what he wanted you to be was just wrong..." Wufei said quietly.
Quatre took a deep breath, looking down and watching dark hair spill across his fingers."Father built an empire and a power base that was big.. even for him to cope with. I... want my life. I can be Master Winner, in a lot of ways it's just like directing people in battle... but you have been right in a lot of what you've said. It will consume and destroy me, because that is what the title was designed to do. Unwittingly... but that is what it's become."
Wufei took one of Quatre's hands and lifted it to his lips. "I'd rather not... watch you be destroyed. I'll fight... if it comes to that."
The fingers curled to stroke across surprisingly soft lips, "sshhhss. I'm good at what I do Wufei, I just need you to step in and remind me now and again to slow down. You've done it a couple of times now... and I don't know if I've ever thanked you for that. If I haven't.. know that I do thank you and that I owe you.. so much for that courage."
Looking up, his dark eyes wide, Wufei shook his head. "You don't owe me... I fight to preserve... what is... mine," he said, his voice dropping on the last word, almost ashamed of it, but not hiding the possessiveness any longer.
Quatre's eyes widened a little and for a moment he studied his lover. Then he slowly nodded. He knew Wufei had spoken of fighting with the possessiveness and in this he gave himself over to it. The three of them were secure enough in themselves that it was not a threat in that direction and as far as Quatre was concerned, he'd handed the keys to his body and soul over to Chang Wufei to protect as he saw fit.
"My bodyguard" Quatre whispered tenderly as he lost himself in dark eyes.
Wufei kissed Quatre tenderly. He looked again into the aqua jewels. "Yes..." he acknowledged. "I'll guard you as the treasure in my hoard," he said, evoking dragon logic. "Do you mind that I've dragged another treasure there to be with you?"
Quatre shook his head almost immediately, stroking his fingers lightly along Wufei's face with a gentle smile. "I've learned a little bit about living with dragons. They guard it well but they have a large heart with room for as many as are lucky to touch it."
Wufei sighed. "Not quite true," he said. "I coveted many treasures... when I had none. Once I thought I had a tentative grip on one, I'd have happily kept it alone, hoarding and obsessing... might have been uncomfortable for the treasure, but..." he shrugged. "You forced me to change that. Not forced like a bad thing," he admonished, before Quatre could react to that word. "But it was easy to see you'd suffocate away from your other loves. So you opened another door in me, making the entrance to my heart bigger than it used to be. You did that," he said, kissing Quatre's nose.
Quatre wriggled his nose at Wufei comically, then stroked his fingers across moving lips, stilling them for a moment, his eyes going serious and gentle, "There are a lot of qualities that you and Trowa share and can take comfort in from each other. You two... "He smiled so brightly.. "I see you together, quietly sharing some little chuckle, or just a quick perfect understanding and... it makes me feel.. so very good Wufei because in that moment I know that you're both happy and safe." He took a breath. "We.. live in uncertain times Wufei, still and our lives are not comfortable or safe. It, settles my heart to know you'd both be in good hands." He couldn't find it in himself to be more explicit, but knew that Wufei would understand what he was saying.
"Shut up, Winner," Wufei said, leaving no doubt he understood. He shook his head. "Not twice in my lifetime. No. I won't stay behind a second time. Let that thought leave you. Trowa is... very precious to me but no."
Quatre's eyes went troubled and his arms tightened, pressing his cheek against Wufei's tightly. "I'm... No!..." he stumbled over the words.
Wufei saw the troubled gaze and kissed the blond. "Peace, Winner," he said softly. "I won't be a bodyguard without a body. I'm sorry if it troubles you. I hope it's not too dear a price for what we have but it's one I can't remove. Don't ask it of me." He swallowed. "I outlived Meiran, and then my whole colony. You gave me back a heart to feel with. Don't ask it... please. It will only hurt me to have to refuse you."
He was more thrown then he expected."I... no, no I won't ask it of you Chang. I... just did not fully understand until this moment." He didn't mean it to sound bad, in fact he sounds almost... wondering about the depth of emotion he had found and his place in it.
Wufei nodded, releasing a breath in relief. "Good," he said, tightening his arms a little. "Good. It's my job to keep us both alive. Trust me for that. I'll pay any price not to fail."
Quatre nodded and took a slow breath as well, "and it's my job to not take stupid risks. It's not just my life I'll be putting on the line." Not quite as eloquent as Wufei but the sentiment was the same, the acceptance that he no longer had the right to be foolish and off hand with his safety.
Wufei lifted one pale hand to his lips and kissed the wrist above the pulse. "I'm very glad you understand now," he said, raising his dark eye to Quatre's with a slight smile. "Our lives, and probably Trowa's sanity at the least. Yes, no more stupid risks. The one's you can't help - can't be helped. And I want every part of you alive - your spirit as well as your body. One's no good to me without the other. I will give no less."
Quatre tilted his head back, as if thinking for a moment, then he looked back to Wufei's face, nodding. "I will give you my best effort." It might just take him a little bit of time to work through all the self-destructive programming he'd gone through in his young life. Programming they had all gone through.
"I know," Wufei said softly, and his voice throbbed with the certainty. Bending, he kissed Quatre deeply, sharing himself fully through the contact. With these few words that had passed between them he felt things cementing in his heart and felt an incredible lightness... the uncertainty and pain of his life to this point seemed to be fading, replaced by a soul-deep knowledge of this new place he now had, and what it meant.
Quatre felt the peace in the words and the kiss and he returned his own hope and belief in the lives they were all starting to lead. It eased his worried heart a lot and gave him faith both in himself and in man in his arms, who had come to mean so much to him, the other young man who would share their lives, and the other two... brothers dearly loved and cherished. He chuckled a little leaning back just a hair to whisper.. "Here I am.. with a perfectly normal set of siblings and probably one of the most eligible bachelors on Earth or the colonies, and I'm happy as a lark with two.. wonderful special young men, and two slightly homicidal brothers, all of us psychotic and dangerous as anything the universe has to offer at the moment." His jewel like eyes positively sparkle with a soul deep peace at the thought.
Wufei laughed. He stretched slightly, settling more comfortably against his love. "That sums it up rather accurately," he said with a touch of the 'old Wufei' wry tone. "We can leave the discussion about children for later..."
End Part 2
Okie...::Blushes:: A lot of lemon from the Companions of Fate camp in the past 72 hours I know. Hope we havn't sent everyone into a lemon coma but it has been lemon with a cause since there were character relationship and growth issues in amongst the lemon that I wanted to share with the readers. This past bit, Shades of Love, I will come right out and admit was one of my favorites behind the scene between Duo and Heero at the airfield. Anywho, I hope everyone enjoyed the little lemonfest and now back to the butt kicking, gun weilding, bad guy spooking action of Partners!!!
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