Weekend At Quatre’s Wufei walked around the Winner estate with his mind only partially in his body.  Quatre had invited them to stay there for a couple days to recuperate after the mission they had just completed.  There would be a break now while everything got back to some level of destructible order and the blond had decided they could do their share from the comfortable confines of a servant-ridden mansion with too many bathrooms and, Wufei noted, too many hovering older sisters.  The pilot of Shenlong didn’t mind the company, it was just that they were not what he would have preferred.  Most of Quatre’s sisters managed to make Duo seem livable.  That was not a good thing on their parts.  Wufei, instead, decided to concentrate on a different set of company.  A more refined couple with deep blue eyes, both icy and cornflower warm.  What he wouldn’t give to spend some time recuperating with the upper society of OZ.  Both of them.  He sighed deeply and tried to push the thought out of his mind.  With the odd silence and the closeness that was already infecting them all, he knew it would be impossible for him to get away short of a fake mission which, in itself, was not a very good idea.  Heero being who he was would catch on to the situation- or at least his eagerness to go- in seconds if he told them he had a mission that did not require anyone else on standby.  It was sad and depressing, but true.  He would have to satisfy his needs and loneliness on his own and with some therapeutic meditation with Nataku.  It was a poor substitute for the love of his prince and his general, but it would have to do seeing where as there was no alternative.  Wufei looked up, brought back from his thoughts by the distinctive battle cry of the God of Death.  He smirked as Duo tackled Heero into the pool, both fully clothed.  And does he expect to walk away from that one? he mused.  Heero sputtered to the surface and looked enraged at a beaming, laughing Duo.  Looks like Shinigami is about to get his ass kicked by the Perfect Solider.  And who will win out?  Wufei smiled.  I guess Death and Heero I-Can’t-Fuck-Up Yuy are about evenly matched, aren’t they?  Wufei looked over at the quieter side of the sprawling lawn at Trowa who was curled up on one of the benches with a large, blue book resting on his lap, his legs pulled up in front of him.  And Mr. Silence is once again at it.  I wonder where Quatre ran off to.  “Probably baking gingerbread cookies,” he muttered with a soft smile.  “He’d do something like that.”  The thought of Quatre in the kitchen sent a shutter down the warrior’s spine.  They had let him cook once and it had not turned out as well as it might have if they had let Crinkles the One-Eyed Monkey try his hand at soufflé.  Which is to say they ordered a pizza and spent the night cleaning.  Heero’s eyebrows had almost been singed off.  Wufei chuckled to himself.  “Hey Wufei!” Duo suddenly called.  “We were just about to play volleyball.  You want in?”  “No thanks.  I have work to take care of.”  “We’re suppose to be relaxing!  If you don’t get your ass over here I’m gonna tell Quatre on you!”  Wufei shook his head.  He really wasn’t in the relaxing mood.  Couldn’t he sulk in peace?  “Sorry.  Nataku needs work after that last battle.”  He began walking towards the hanger.  “I knew you didn’t love me!” Duo yelled in a hurt voice, his tone accusing.  “I bet if I were Nataku then you’d play volleyball with me!”  The braided boy crossed his arms over his chest and pouted until Heero wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered something to him.  Duo grinned devilishly and the couple disappeared into the pool house.  Wufei shook his head and turned back towards the hanger.  Truthfully, Nataku was in perfect working order, however, the machine was always a good excuse when Duo got to be too much to handle.  It was usually where he ended up when he was stressed any ways so why not just aim for the long-run goals?  Heero looked at Wufei who was trying noticeably to fend Duo off in a kind manner.  Poor guy.  The cool pilot wrapped a soaked arm around his lover’s waist and whispered in his ear, “If he doesn’t want to play we can find another game that will perhaps prove more rewarding.”  Duo had giggled and they had left.  You owe me one, Chang, he thought to the Chinese boy who stood on the other side of the pool.  Heero pulled Duo towards the pool house and pushed the door open.  He was pleasantly surprised to find it not as crowded or as small as he’d thought it might be.  Room to stretch out, he mused.  Duo bounced around for a moment looking at all the pool floats and cleaning equipment.  He found a pink and blue skunk floaty and began to giggle madly.  “Wonder if it’s Quatre’s.”  Heero grabbed it out of his lover’s hand and tossed it aside.  “Leave it alone.”  “Oh, and I suppose you have something better for me to play with?” Duo teased, stepping closer to the dark-haired boy.  Heero smiled and put his arms around Duo’s waist, pulling him so their bodies were pressed against each other from chest to thighs.  “I just might be able to find something,” he murmured, his lips close to his lover’s ear.  Heero nipped gently at the sweet flesh of his lobe and was pleased by the small moan it brought from the boy’s throat.  God, how long had it been since the two had been together?  All this stress and fighting was effecting their relationship.  This was the first time in weeks that they had been together for more than a day without trying to rip each others’ head off.  “I love you,” he whispered, stroking Duo’s strong, smooth back, his hands appreciating the taunt muscles that rippled beneath their touch.  “I love you too.”  Heero suddenly caught Duo’s mouth in a deep, longing kiss, his body shuttering slightly.  Their lips parted slowly and the dark boy could feel his love’s tongue stroking his own slowly.  Oh how sweet Duo was!  He tasted smooth like warm honey.  The hot crevices of the boy’s mouth were welcoming and promising.  Duo’s hands roamed along Heero’s body, rubbing his chest, brushing his sides, and caressing his thighs.  He felt the hard nipples under his lover’s still-wet tee-shirt and stopped there a moment to brush them roughly with his finger tips.  Heero moaned and tilted his head back slightly.  The braided pilot took advantage of the exposed throat, dropping sweet butterfly kisses on the cool skin in a line from the top of the shirt up to Heero’s jaw.  He worked his hands skillfully against the growing bulge in the uncustomary jeans.  He looks so sexy in real clothes, Duo thought, feeling the tension in his own pants become more urgent.  He removed his hand from between Heero’s thighs and replaced it with his upper thigh as he tangled his fingers in the other boy’s thick hair.  Heero groaned deeply against Duo’s mouth, grinding himself on the hard muscles of his lover’s offered thigh.  They finally broke the kiss, each panting, hands unrestrained, bodies hot and impatient.  Heero pulled his own shirt off then helped Duo get his.  The wet jeans were resisting, but it was futile.  They, too, were off soon, as were the shorts the braided boy had put on that morning.  The two stood for a moment all but naked, admiring each other in the dull light of the pool house, their breath coming heavily. Heero made the first move, picking Duo up and setting him on the table that was pushed against the back wall.  He began massaging the boy’s bare chest, feeling his hard nipples with his fingers.  He knelt slightly and took one of the dark nubs of flesh into his mouth, sucking slowly.  He ran his tongue over it, nipping it gently.  Duo moaned deeply and buried his hands in Heero’s hair, his body racked with pleasure.  The urgency that had been building earlier was at its peak as the dark pilot kneeled on the floor and pulled Duo’s boxers off, revealing his throbbing erection.  Heero traced light kisses up his lover’s thigh and around the base of his penis, never touching the swollen organ. “Heero… Please,” Duo breathed, his body trembling. “Please what?” came the coy reply. In response, Duo thrust himself towards Heero’s mouth, the very movement sent a shock of pleasure/pain through his body. Heero didn’t make him wait any longer.  He took the full length into his mouth and began to suck slowly, tapping with his tongue, nipping with his teeth, and rubbing with his lips.  Small whimpers and strangled moans came from the braided boy, unable to be held back.  He arched his back and started thrusting with his lover’s movements.  The pace grew and the wonderful friction spread through their bodies.  Heero curled a hand between his own thighs, pumping his throbbing member in time with Duo’s demanding thrusts.  When the boy came into Heero’s mouth he followed quickly, spilling his seed on himself and the floor.  He drank Duo’s essence hungrily, gagging slightly at first. Duo leaned back on the table, his eyes closed.  He felt the dark pilot release him and felt a moment of loss that was quickly chased away as Heero stood and wrapped his arms around him.  He kissed him tenderly and Duo could taste himself on his lover’s lips.  It was bitter, but the demanding lips didn’t allow him to pull away. “I love you,” Heero whispered once more, nuzzling his face against Duo’s neck. “I love you too.  But Heero?” “Yeah?” he murmured sleepily. “Maybe we should get cleaned up.  It could be a little bad if Quatre decides he wants his skunk right now.” Heero chuckled and pulled away.  They put their clothes back on and cleaned up what needed to be cleaned then left.  When they walked out into the sun light, they saw Trowa still reading and Wufei nowhere in sight. “Wonder where Wu went,” Duo said, looking around. Heero grinned evilly and grabbed him by the waist.  “I don’t know where he could be.  Maybe we should look for him inside.”  He raised an eyebrow and Duo giggled, kissing him quickly then taking his hand.  They disappeared inside and darted up the stairs, Duo’s braid nearly taking off one of Quatre’s sister’s heads. “Sorry,” he called with a stiffed laugh.  He was hoping more than anything that they wouldn’t find Wufei.  At least not at the immediate moment.