"Duo! Wufei!"
Wufei felt his heart jump nervously at the sound of Quatre's familiar alto voice. Well, the Arabian pilot seemed happy to see them, at least.
"Oi! Quatre!" Duo replied, his lips curving in a genuine smile as he waved wildly.
The young blonde dashed toward them over the wide green lawn and he gave Duo a quick hug, before standing back and examining him carefully. "You look okay to me!" was his verdict. He smiling brightly, his pretty face glowing.
"Ah. Well, Wufei took good care of me." Duo smirked in Wufei's direction, squeezing the hand he held surreptitiously. Wufei blushed and glared.
"Ne, Wufei, what happened to your hair?" Quatre queried innocently.
"Eh?" Wufei blinked. "Nothing..." He'd almost forgotten he used to wear it in a tail.
"Well, come on inside!" Quatre urged, grabbing one of their duffel bags and starting toward the large Winner mansion the pilots were currently holed up in. "You must be tired after your long trip!"
"But Nataku--" Wufei protested automatically.
"Rashid will take care of her. Come on!"
"You can't fight Quatre, Wu-chan," Duo murmured, tugging lightly on Wufei hand.
Wufei grinned unexpectedly. "I know."
They hefted the remaining two bags and followed the easily chattering Quatre, listening in bemusement as he detailed the battle to free Shinigami, and Howard's misadventures working with the Maganac fighters.
"So what have you two been up to?" he asked, turning to smile cheerfully at them over his shoulder.
"Uh..." Amazingly Duo blushed.
"Oh, look! The others are on the patio!" Quatre waved and veered, headed around the side of the mansion, in that direction.
The taller of the two figures lifted a hand in return, but the dark one was unmoving.
Wufei glanced over, watching Duo pale, and grimaced. He was startled when he felt Duo's fingers begin to slide from his own. He wasn't sure if it was because of Heero, or if it was because Duo didn't think he, Wufei, would want the others to see them holding hands, but either way he wasn't about to let go. Not now or ever!
"No you don't," he growled, jerking Duo's hand back into his own, twining their finger, and holding on so tightly that Duo squeaked in protest.
"Daijoubu desu ka?" Quatre turned, eyes wide. "Duo, are you all right?"
"H-hai!" Duo nodded emphatically, though he was still looking a little green. Quatre gave him a sharp look, then plowed resolutely on.
"Wufei..." Duo whispered. "Are you sure... I mean, do you want the others to know...?"
"Duo Maxwell, if you think I care one whit about what anyone 'knows', you can think again!" To prove his point, Wufei lifted Duo's entrapped hand and pressed his lips to the white knuckles.
He was rewarded by seeing Duo's entire face light up, and breathed a silent sigh of relief that he had made the right decision. Sure now that Duo wouldn't try to squirm free, he loosened his punishing hold, though he still kept a firm grip, to try to give Duo the courage he was going to need when facing Heero.
As Quatre led them up onto the patio, Wufei noted with a bit of amusement that Trowa's one visible green eye was rounded with shock, and his normal blank expression was now colored with more than a little astonishment. Heero's face was as cold and shuttered as usual.
"Heya, Trowa!" Duo greeted merrily. "Heero..." He gulped, paling further as his eyes flickered over Heero's stiff features. Wufei squeezed his hand gently, stroking his thumb across Duo's wrist, and made sure he was standing between the two former lovers. Between Heero and *his* lover!
"Welcome back," Trowa said mildly, slowly regaining his composure.
"Would you like some tea?" Quatre asked, placing the duffel bag he had been carrying carefully on an unoccupied bench. "Or would you rather go rest?"
"Did you say you had Shinigami here?" Duo queried eagerly as he dumped his own bag, his eyes roaming everywhere except where Heero sat, stonily silent.
Quatre laughed lightly. "Hai! Would you like to go see--"
"YES!"
Wufei rolled his eyes up, grinning, and allowed Duo to drag him after Quatre as the smaller boy darted away toward the huge barn set into the trees behind the mansion. Trowa followed quietly behind. Heero remained on the patio.
Once Duo had ascertained that his beloved Gundam was in perfect shape, he allowed Quatre and Wufei to compel him back to the mansion. He was yawning widely and Wufei felt his own eyes growing a bit heavy. It *had* been a long trip...
There was no sign of Heero as they paused on the patio to retrieve their three bags, but a broken teacup lay in shards on the table where the boy had been sitting. Wufei grimaced, hoping Duo hadn't noticed that.
Quatre took one bag, Wufei one, and Trowa claimed the last, as Duo was beginning to limp pretty badly. Duo protested, but not very vehemently. He leaned heavily on Wufei as they entered the mansion and traveled a seemingly endless hallway.
Quatre paused uncertainly before a door that looked exactly the same as all the other doors lining the hall to Wufei's eyes. "Uh... I had two rooms prepared, but I guess you'll only be needing one...?"
"Damn straight!" Duo replied before Wufei could open his mouth. Wufei looked pained at his lack of tact, while Trowa tried unsuccessfully to smother a grin.
Quatre's pale-gold cheeks pinked a little, but he was smiling brilliantly as he opened the door for them. "Ah! Sou ka!" He waved them inside, and he and Trowa set their bags down as Wufei allowed Duo to collapse unceremoniously on the bed.
"There's a bath there," Quatre waved a hand vaguely toward one side of the room, where there was indeed another door. "Do you want to be called for dinner, or shall I have something brought here?" he asked anxiously.
"We're not that tired," Wufei said, as Duo yawned hugely behind him. "We'll come to dinner."
"Ah!" Quatre nodded, beaming happily. He clasped his hands over his slim chest, his wide eyes shining fervently. "It's so great to have you guys back!"
"I'll bet," Duo said, sprawling loosely across the rich comforter covering the wide bed. "Between Trowa and He-Heero, you must be dying for some company that actually speaks!"
"Duo," Wufei glared, as Trowa smiled quietly and Quatre sputtered, ready to defend the pilot of the Heavyarms.
"Though I'm sure Trowa has his other good... shall we say... points...?" Duo leered suggestively, and looked quite ridiculous so doing.
Quatre turned a brilliant shade of red. Trowa was silent but seemed amused.
"Duo!" Wufei snapped.
"Nani?" Duo queried, his wide eyes gleaming as he smirked at Wufei.
"Shut up!"
Duo stuck out his tongue. "Make me!"
"I think this is where we excuse ourselves," Trowa said, now grinning broadly, as he placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder and steered him toward the door.
"Duo..." Wufei started toward the bed as Trowa firmly closed the door behind himself and the furiously blushing Quatre.
Duo 'eep'ed and scooted backwards. "Now, Wu-chan, no need to be so--"
Wufei pounced and both boys rolled across the rapidly tangling bedspread, limbs locked, lips fused to one another. Wufei was well aware that they were both overreacting to the stress of facing the others, and more specifically Heero, but there wasn't any way he was going to stop it. He couldn't even if he wanted to.
Which he most definitely didn't.
"Wu... don'tcha think you should lock the door?" Duo queried breathlessly, as Wufei pulled the American's shirt over his head.
Wufei considered. Duo was right. Especially with... someone... around.
Duo quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes as Wufei rolled off the bed and crossed the room to secure the door. The Chinese boy, in addition, shoved a chair up underneath the handle, just to be sure.
"Wow!" Duo bounced on the mattress, grinning madly and watching with gleaming eyes as Wufei pulled off his own tanktop on the way back over to him. "This is a lot softer than the bed we've been using!" He rolled over onto his stomach. "Bigger too! There's actually room to move around!"
"That's a good thing, right?" Wufei asked, clambering back onto the bed and tugging the band off of Duo's thick braid. He ran his hands through the long hair, unraveling the work he'd done that morning, sending silken strands spilling across his wrists, his legs, Duo's bare back...
"A very good thing." Duo squirmed up into his lap and pressed him back into the piled pillows as he claimed his lips once more, his tongue thrusting deeply into Wufei's mouth. Wufei sent his own tongue driving back. He wrapped his arms around Duo, tightly clasping his bare buttocks through the loose curtain of his hair as Duo settled firmly between his thighs. Duo moaned into his mouth and rubbed against him, inflaming them both more violently.
"You're mine, Duo," Wufei gritted, releasing Duo's mouth and rolling them both over, so that he was now lying atop the other boy, the long chestnut hair tangled around and between their close pressed bodies. He sucked hard on the soft flesh of Duo's neck, digging his teeth in almost harshly enough to draw blood. "Mine!"
Duo sobbed for breath, his hands wildly roaming the tense muscles of Wufei's back, his head tossed back. "I love you, Wufei," he gasped out, wrapping his legs about Wufei's, pulling the other boy as tightly to him as possible. "I do! I... I got to see Heero and now I *know* it! I *love* you!!"
Wufei felt as though his heart might burst, as it swelled too large for his chest to contain it, tears of wonderful pain springing unbidden to his eyes. He collapsed against Duo, nuzzling the other boy's smooth cheek, allowing the hot tears to fall like rain. "I love you, Duo," he whispered in Duo's ear, following the softly spoken, sincere words with his tongue, causing the other boy to yelp and squirm erotically beneath him.
"Wu!" Duo gasped, driving his hips upwards into Wufei's. Wufei reached down and grasped a soft hip, pulling himself away from Duo, who tried to cling tightly. Not yet. Not that quickly. He was going to take his time. Now that he was actually sure enough of himself, he was going to do it right.
"Wufei!" Duo protested, his arms wrapped around Wufei's neck, his breath blowing hot over the other boy's flushed cheek, wafting the loose black hair. "Wu...!"
"Let me love you, Duo," Wufei requested, stroking Duo's sweat-damp hair back from his face with gentle hands. "Please."
Duo fell back into the blankets, his face startled and completely open, his eyes dark with emotion and desire. "Wufei..."
Wufei bent and kissed him lightly, gently, opening Duo's lips with his own, slipping his tongue slowly in to play about the curves and contours of Duo's mouth. Duo's breath sobbed in his throat, and his arms trembled around Wufei's shoulders. He tentatively curled his own tongue up, asking, wanting, and Wufei encouraged him, allowing Duo's tongue to dance in his own mouth for a time.
Finally he pulled away, pressing light kisses along Duo's arched neck, avoiding the area he had wounded earlier, trailing his way down to the taut collarbones. He traced his tongue over the delicate curve of bone under thin flesh, nuzzling the hollow at their center, feeling Duo's mad pulse beating against his lips.
"Wufei..." Duo whimpered, tossing his head against the pillows as Wufei moved down to the smooth flesh of his chest, hands caressing, lips working. He cried out and arched upwards as Wufei took one small pink nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the puckered flesh, suckling gently. "Ah!" He grasped at Wufei's head, his fingers twining through the long black hair, shaking as they cupped the curve of Wufei's skull. "Wufei!"
Wufei smiled against Duo's chest, gratified beyond anything he'd ever felt that he could have this effect on Duo. He hadn't just been enjoying Duo's own ministrations in their earlier bouts into love-making; he'd also been learning. And now it was time to apply everything Duo had unknowingly taught him.
He stroked a hand lightly over Duo's upper stomach, feeling the tight muscles clench and twitch beneath his hand, as he moved his mouth over to the opposite side of Duo's chest, paying thorough attention to the other nipple. Duo moaned and writhed beneath him, seemingly more affected by the fact that it was Wufei doing this to him than by the pleasurable sensations themselves.
He choked out Wufei's name again and again as Wufei kissed and licked his way down the sweat-slicked muscles of his stomach, his back arching, his hands frantic on Wufei's shoulders. His whole body shuddered as Wufei paused to press a wet kiss to his navel, his tongue flickering briefly inside. Then he sobbed and strained as Wufei's hungry mouth moved lower still, playing over the taut abdomen and sharp hip bones.
"Ah, shit, Wufei!" he panted, his arms braced over his head, clutching at the pillow, his back arching convulsively off the bed as Wufei ran tender hands over his tight thighs, moving further and further upwards, while his mouth moved ever lower. "Ah!"
Then Duo's head lashed back, his neck a taut cord, no sound emerging from his open mouth, his entire body locked, as Wufei finally moved his hot, eager mouth to engulf the stiff, upright proof of Duo's passion. Wufei took in as much of Duo as he could, not wanting to torture his lover too much.
Duo cried out incoherently, his hips thrusting, his eyes tightly closed, sweat streaming down his flushed face. Wufei's name escaped his lips as a strangled sound and he writhed beneath the other boy.
"Wait! Wu-Wufei, wait!" Duo finally managed to choke out.
Wufei lifted his head, with one last flicker of his tongue across the tip of Duo's member, savoring the taste of Duo's seed. "Nn?"
Duo gazed down at him, gasping for breath, his chest heaving, his face flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded and nearly black. "I want... I want you inside me, Wufei..."
Wufei was having trouble controlling his own ragged breathing, and his erection was a hot, hard ache against the tangled bedclothes. "Ah..." He nodded, moving back up to kiss Duo deeply, allowing Duo's tongue to play across the roof of his mouth.
He pulled away and looked deeply into Duo's eyes, suddenly uncertain. "Duo, I'm not sure..."
Duo kissed him briefly. "Just let me handle it."
He watched with a curious gaze, pushing sweat-soaked hair from his face, as Duo leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed his pants, groping in the pocket. "Duo, what are you--"
"Ah-hah!" Duo tugged out a small container. Wufei raised a brow.
"And when did you acquire that?"
Duo didn't answer, just plastered him with a wet kiss, pushing at one shoulder. "On your back, Wufei. Please?"
Wufei obliged, watching in fascination as Duo unscrewed the lid of the small bottle and a sweet-sharp smell, some sort of musky spice, filled the room, mingling with the powerful scent of their arousal and the biting odor of fresh sweat. Duo scooped a dollop up in his fingers and bent to kiss the muscles of Wufei's stomach as he smoothed the cream carefully over the other boy's erection, rolling the hard, hot flesh softly between his palms.
Wufei bit his lip sharply to keep back a cry, his entire body arching into that teasing touch.
"Duo!"
Duo hushed him as he straddled Wufei's hips, slowly lowering himself over his lover, guiding Wufei's member into the tight, enclosed space of his own body, settling himself firmly downward.
Wufei groaned, his back arching, using every ounce of willpower he possessed not to grab Duo and thrust fully into that sweet warmth. But he didn't want to risk hurting Duo.
Finally Duo was seated all the way, and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Wufei's neck, his own heated erection pressed between their sweat-slick stomachs, his breath rasping harshly in Wufei's ear.
"I love you," Duo breathed, beginning to move over Wufei, driving the other boy's hardness deeper into his body. "I love you..."
Wufei held Duo close, thrusting his hips, unable to do anything but experience the exquisite feeling of being with Duo, being inside Duo... Conscious thought was forsaken as the two boys began grinding more fiercely together. Duo's breath was hot and wet against Wufei's neck, his cheek pressed tightly against Wufei's. Wufei closed his arms around Duo's waist, his fingers digging deeply into Duo's soft flesh, his body moving rhythmically toward release.
With a keening cry, Duo flung his head back, his hair tumbling about his shoulders, pooling over Wufei's chest, as his orgasm struck, spilling his hot seed between their tightly clasped bodies. His body clenched convulsively about Wufei's, and Wufei also reached his pinnacle, driving his hips sharply upwards one last time, his breath a hoarse shout in his taut throat.
Then Duo fell atop Wufei, clasping his flushed face between shaking hands, dropping soft kisses over Wufei's cheeks, lips, nose, brow, interspersed with the whispered words, "I love you... I love you..."
Wufei held Duo close, tears streaming free as he opened his eyes. Duo gazed down tenderly, then kissed him sweetly.
"I love you, Duo," he replied, rolling them carefully over and snagging the bunched up bedspread, tugging it over their lax bodies. He tightened his arms, his lips tracing wonderingly over Duo's closed lids, tasting Duo's own tears salty on his lips. "I love you..."
The two boys fell asleep, wrapped tightly around one another, bodies and souls.
Wufei awoke, groggy and disoriented, to a steady, annoying knocking on the door. After taking about half a minute to remember where they were, and why someone would be at the door, he managed to roll over and call out grumpily;
"Nanda?"
Duo murmured a protest and buried his face against Wufei's shoulder.
"Anou... Sumimasen. But Quatre-sama said you asked to be called for dinner?" an anonymous servant's voice came through the thick wood.
"K'so!"
"Quatre-sama instructed me to call you half an hour before mealtime..."
"All right, all right. Ninmu ryoukai."
"Excuse me?"
Wufei growled and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "We're awake. Go away," he clarified.
Behind him Duo giggled, stirring. "You're such a bear when you wake up, Wu-chan," he said affectionately, stretching luxuriantly.
Wufei yawned. "Yeah, well..."
Duo embraced him from behind, resting his cheek against Wufei's shoulderblade. "I guess we ought to bathe," he sighed.
Wufei couldn't help smiling. "It would only be polite. For Quatre's sake. He *is* our host, after all..."
"Ha."
Wufei stood and helped Duo up.
"I'm starving!" Duo exclaimed suddenly, clutching at his stomach.
"Well, the sooner we wash, the sooner we can go to dinner."
Duo dragged Wufei to the bathroom. His wide eyes lit up as he flung open the door and strode in. "Whoa! Wild!"
"Not bad," Wufei grudged, eyeing the lavish decor with an approving eye.
"That shower looks like it's just about big enough for two..." Duo commented, a wicked smirk curving his lips.
"Duo, I thought you were starving," Wufei protested as Duo tugged him across the bathroom with determination.
"Oh, I am," Duo drawled, his eyes gleaming.
"Duo..."
"Sorry we're late," Duo apologized, sliding into his chair at the long oak table.
Wufei growled something that might have been interpreted as an apology... maybe... as he sat next to Duo. "It's your fault," he muttered at Duo, who just grinned cheerfully.
Quatre was openly staring at both the boys, his jaw slack.
Duo was still damp and flushed from the shower, his open face shining. He was wearing a black turtleneck and tight black pants with a short scarlet vest, and his hair was unbraided still, flowing loose down his back. There hadn't been any time for he or Wufei to do anything with it.
Wufei was equally damp and flushed, his hair falling wet and unbound in his face. He was clad in a loose white shirt, the collar and sleeves casually unbuttoned, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
"Anou..." Quatre faltered. He wasn't used to seeing his fellow Gundam pilots in anything other than their regular outfits. "Dai-daijoubu!"
Trowa hid a slight smile behind a long, slender hand, his slanted green eyes gleaming. "The food is still warm, so you're not all that late."
"Yosh'!!" Duo grabbed his plate and dove in, helping himself generously.
Wufei eyed the enthusiastic American pilot, and decided prudently to wait his turn. "Where's Heero?" he asked Trowa.
The spoon Duo was wielding clashed against the side of the bowl, but then he recovered quickly, plopping down his heavy plate and grabbing Wufei's. He began piling the food on that one as well, causing Quatre to blink.
"He already ate," Trowa said softly. "He didn't see any need to wait for you."
Wufei snorted, more glad than anything. Duo placed his plate carefully before him, and then sat. He was a little pale, but seemed determined not to let the direction of this conversation affect him. Still, Wufei's hand sought out his under the table, and the Chinese boy pressed his fingers comfortingly. Duo squeezed back, then released Wufei's hands and grabbed his utensils.
"Arigatou, Quatre!" Duo said cheerfully, his grin wide and sincere as he recovered his good mood. "You're one kick-ass guy, you know that? I sure hope someone appreciates you for all that you are!" He shot a glance at Trowa that was about as subtle as a load of bricks dropped from a second story window. Wufei casually smacked him upside the head as Quatre blushed and Trowa simply eyed Duo in amusement.
"Itai!" Duo glared. "Wu-chan!"
"Eat your food!"
Duo wrinkled his nose, but then heeded Wufei's order, digging in with gusto.
"So, what has been going on the past month?" Wufei asked Trowa as the other three boys began their meal. The two pilots spent the rest of dinner getting Wufei caught up on the current situations on the Earth and in space, and discussing possible future missions. Quatre occasionally added to their conversation, but Duo spent the whole time eating and sneaking peeks at Wufei when he thought no one would notice. Of course everyone did notice. Wufei took it stoically, Trowa calmly, and Quatre seemed to find it romantic, judging from the way his already gentle eyes softened and his pink lips curved sweetly.
The sun was setting in a brilliant blaze when they finished eating, and so the four boys returned to the patio to enjoy this natural beauty with the eyes of those who are too often aware that they might never see another sunset. They were young in body, but they were old in spirit, watching the world through warrior's eyes, not the eyes of the children they should have been.
Duo snuggled close to Wufei, seeming more enchanted by the fact that Wufei openly wrapped a tight arm about his waist that he was by the view before them. Wufei affected not to notice when Quatre hesitantly groped a hand toward Trowa, and Trowa's lean fingers curled protectively around the smaller boy's.
As the horizon before them faded to dim violet-pink and the indigo-black sky above the mansion filled with sparkling stars, Duo leaned more and more heavily against Wufei, yawning fiercely.
"Come on, Duo. Let's get you to bed," Wufei said, amused affection rich in his voice. Trowa and Quatre silently wandered down to the lawn, for some star gazing, or other activities, as Wufei turned a sleepily protesting Duo and guided him inside.
As they reached their door in the long hall, Duo's heavy-lidded eyes gleamed, more awake than previously, and he pressed Wufei up against the wood, before the Chinese boy could turn the knob. Duo's warm, eager hands squirmed up under the loose white shirt, his face nuzzled against Wufei's bared chest. "Did I tell you how sexy you look dressed like this, Wu-chan?" he murmured, his lips brushing softly over the bronze silk of Wufei's neck.
Wufei tangled his fingers in Duo's loose hair and pulled his face up for a long, deep kiss. Duo's hands slid around underneath the shirt, caressing his sides, then curving down to cup his buttocks through the faded jeans, pulling Wufei's hips tightly against his own. Wufei bit at Duo's lower lip, nibbling, then tugging gently, dragging a low moan out of the other boy's throat.
Finally, drawing back, he smiled, his black eyes gleaming. "Are you ready for bed yet?" he asked, kissing Duo's nose lightly.
Duo gazed at him silently, his face glowing with happiness. "I love you, Wufei," he said, pressing Wufei closer against the door with a determined twist of his hips. He moved his mouth to Wufei's neck, hot, wet suction sending waves of pure pleasure flaring from Wufei's groin to his chest and knees, heat rushing through his body. He hadn't thought he could feel like this again so soon after their afternoon exertions.
"I love you too," he replied huskily, burying his face in Duo's loose hair, which smelled faintly of citrus-scented shampoo, sweat, and that unique, indefinable essence of Duo, that no one else possessed. He ran his fingers through the thick strands flowing down Duo back, to press his palms against the boy's tight pants, stroking his fingers softly over the smooth material covering Duo's rear. Duo shivered against him, his hips thrusting more urgently against Wufei's.
Wufei loosened a hand to reach back, and twisted the knob, spilling them both into the privacy of their dark bedroom without breaking their clinch.
And as he lifted his face from Duo's hair in the moment before closing the door behind them, he stared straight into a pair of blazing cobalt blue eyes.
K'so! How long had Heero been standing in the doorway across the hall?!
"Wu...?"
He blinked, then carefully locked the door and replaced the chair before he finally joined Duo on the bed.
"You know," Duo said, his eyes dark, his voice deep as he reached forward. "As sexy as you look in this shirt, you look even more sexy out of it."
Wufei resolutely put Heero out of his mind as he helped Duo fumble with his buttons. That was something for tomorrow. Tonight was theirs.
"Duo?"
"Mm? Ne, Wufei?" Duo blinked sleepily at Wufei from where he was lounging on the bed, as the Chinese boy turned from where he'd been standing, arms folded, staring out the window. "Uh-oh. You've got that look, Wu-chan."
Wufei raised a brow. "What look?"
Duo pulled a face. "The 'I'm going to say something I don't like, that Duo won't like, but it's got to be said for his own good' look."
Wufei blinked, startled. Duo knew him that well?
"So what is it, Wu, man? Spit it out and get it over with."
Wufei grimaced. "You won't like it."
Duo rolled his eyes and sat up. "I know *that* already, or you wouldn't look so grim!"
"I think you should talk to Heero."
"Wauk!" Duo fell over, clutching his chest. Then he rolled onto his belly, his braid hanging over the edge of the bed, and glared at Wufei through tumbled bangs. "That's not funny, Wufei!"
"I didn't say it was."
"He broke up with me!"
"Oh?" Wufei raised the other brow. "From what I recall, you asked him if he loved you, and he said no. Unless there's more to the story, that doesn't sound like a break-up to me."
"Aaawww!" Duo whined, his face drawn in a pained expression. "I don't wanna talk to him! Wu-chan, I can't believe you want me to talk to him!"
"I *don't* want you to," Wufei said, surprising Duo with his vehemence as he crossed and knelt beside the bed, grabbing Duo's face and kissing him roughly, possessively. "I can't think of much of anything I want less!"
Duo blinked into Wufei's fiery black eyes, a confused little frown creasing between his brows. "Th-then... why do you...?"
"Because as Gundam pilots we have to be united. Whatever conflicts there between us have to be resolved. And because I think you need the closure."
Duo gazed long into Wufei's earnest face, then moved forward to run his lips briefly over Wufei's. "Will you come with me?"
Wufei pulled away, then sat on the edge of the bed, tugging on Duo's braid as the other boy curled in his lap. "Sort of. I can't be right there while you guys talk because it's too personal, but I'm not *about* to let you out of my sight. We'll work something out."
"You don't trust him, do you?" Duo looked up at him with wide indigo-blue eyes.
Wufei glared. "He hurt you." That was answer enough for him.
With a happy sigh, Duo surged up and draped himself over Wufei, knocking both of them over the edge of the bed and onto the floor, in a tangle of bedsheets, lean limbs, and one thick brown braid.
"Itai! Duo!" Wufei protested as Duo landed heavily on top of him.
Duo answered with a deep, passionate kiss, and a suggestive squirm of his body over Wufei's. Wufei surrendered to the inevitable. Besides, both he and Duo needed the reassurance.
End Part 7
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