Authors’ notes: Gundam Wing does not belong to us. It belongs to some rich-ass person in Japan (lucky stiff!!) and is property of Bandai, Sunrise, etc. Blah blah blah... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Warnings: NC-17!!! 3x5 Yaoi lemon. Do NOT read if this offends you!! You have been warned!! Also, a little OOC. We tried to keep their attitudes close, but this is our first try at a 3x5. Be gentle! ^_^

Additional Rambling: Please do not flame us!!! If you are a homophobe, then you shouldn’t even be reading this line right now!! Stay away!! We accept constructive criticism, and questions with open arms, though! So please, if you are here because you love yaoi, then enjoy!! (and, yes, Tori and I are both aware we tend to title our collaborated fics after food!! ^_^)

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Hot Cocoa

By Tsuno Pikash and Tori Chiisai

It’s arrival was quiet. It must have come during the night, floating down on silent wings to rest softly on the ground.

And it was purely by chance that Chang Wufei noticed it.

He had been minding his own business, puttering around the kitchen of one of the many safehouses he frequented. All he had wanted was to get the coffee on, and make something resembling breakfast. Brunch. Whatever you could call a meal at eleven in the morning. One of the glorious luxuries of not being on a mission was sleeping in as late as possible.

The sun had already risen, bright golden rays not all warm in their winter intensity, lighting the “forest” that surrounded the Winner “cabin”. Both were in quotations because the trees were a cleverly planned security perimeter, and the “cabin” was hardly a cabin at all.

It was a veritable _mansion_!

The Chinese boy had merely had the misfortune of looking out the window, into the perfect morning.

He was not alone in this house. While he was under orders to lie low for a while, three of his companions had been sent on a mission. Doing the math, that left two from their little “group” of five.

The boy he was sharing the house with was Trowa Barton. The tall European teen made his presence known sporadically, showing up for the occasional meal, before disappearing back to wherever he had been.

Now was one of those times he showed up.

“Good morning, Wufei,” the youth greeted the pilot of Altron. Unlike Wufei, whose hair was still a mess, and was still wearing his robe, Trowa was dressed, and groomed. His auburn bangs covered half his face, while his customary turquoise turtleneck was tucked neatly7 into a pair of skintight white jeans.

“Morning,” Wufei muttered, distractedly. His onyx eyes stayed fixed on the window, and the unusual situation beyond.

Trowa came to join him by the sink. “Oh. It snowed last night.” he said, as casually as if he were pointing out some mundane sight.

Wufei cocked his head to the side. “Snow?”

The Heavyarms pilot didn’t respond, grabbing the mug of instant coffee Wufei had set up for himself, and ran some hot water. Being the best plumbing system on Earth, the water was hot enough without having to boil it. “Probably going to have to shovel the walk.”

“Snow.” The word tripped from Wufei’s tongue. _Snow_. What an odd name. The white dusting clung to the ground, the boughs of the trees, and draped the Earth in a white mantle.

“Wufei.” Trowa’s voice drew his attention. The Chinese teen turned, meeting the quizzical green gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Wufei waved the concern away. “It’s nothing.”

It was foolish, really. The Asian boy returned to gazing out the window, watching the soft white crystals drifting through the lightening sky. “I’ve never really seen snow before. Not like this, anyway,” he explained.

Trowa nodded, taking a sip of the coffee he had prepared. “Aa,” he murmured, running a slender hand through his soft titian bangs. “Why not?”

Narrow shoulders twitched in a shrug, delicate hands adjusting the tie on his silk robe. “You know as well as I do that it doesn’t snow on the colonies. And I’ve never been stationed anywhere colder than China.” Wufei shrugged again, and reached for his coffee mug, frowning slightly when his hand closed around nothing but air. “Every time I have been to Earth, I have somehow missed Winter.... Did you take my cup?”

The tiniest of twitches made their presence known on Trowa’s bow-shaped lips. “Yes,” was all he said, taking another sip before handing the beverage back to the China doll.

“Gee, thanks,” Wufei said, a mock-sour look twisting his face. Opening the fridge he rooted around inside, his bottom waving unconsciously in the air. “Do we have any cream?”

Without his consent, Trowa felt his eyes lock on the silk-clad rear presented so alluringly in front of him, unable to tear his gaze away. “What was that?” he managed to say, proud he had managed to get the entire sentence out without stumbling, Especially with such a tempting distraction so close within his reach.

All too soon Wufei straightened, turning to face him again. Trowa was forced to snap his gaze back to the other boy’s face, lest he be caught staring.

“Never mind, I found it.” Wufei kicked the refrigerator door closed with his heel.

Blinking rapidly, Trowa fought with his scrambled thoughts, trying to remember what they had been talking about. “Huh?” It sounded so out of character for him that both boys were startled.

“Have you been getting enough sleep lately, Barton?” Wufei questioned, one eyebrow cocked as he poured the cream into his cup. The sound of the spoon rattling noisily against the porcelain sides was vaguely irritating.

Trowa blinked his brilliant emerald eyes again, gazing impartially at Wufei through a fringe of auburn bangs. The Chinese boy was a sight to behold. A short back robe -a flaming crimson dragon emblazoned across the left breast - lay half open, revealing appetizing caramel flesh, and soft black hair, still ruffled from sleep, brushed the tops of smooth shoulders. Almond shaped velvet eyes blinked kittinishly up at the Latino, and with the glow of the newly risen sun behind him, Wufei looked like a god. A god that oozed sexual innocence and passion. It was hard to ignore a call like that.

“Uh, yeah... I have,” Trowa muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He continued staring at the smaller boy, even when Wufei shrugged.... causing the collar of the robe to slid down even further.

That was it. It was now becoming _far_ too warm in that little kitchen, the proximity between the two boys growing painfully obvious. With a jerk of his head, Trowa nodded and snagged his coat from the closet in the entryway. He needed to cool off before he did something stupid, like jump Wufei in the kitchen. Moving as fast as his long, coltish legs could go without appearing rushed, Trowa strode for the front door, one hand on the door knob before Wufei could catch up with him.

“Where are you going, Barton?” the Chinese nearly snapped. He cast a chocolate gaze out the nearest window. “It’s still... snowing.”

Another shrug jerked Trowa’s shoulders. “I have to shovel the porch and front walk.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to wait until it stopped?”

Trowa shook his head. “Wufei, it doesn’t usually snow when the sky is clear. That’s blowing off the roof.” He pulled on his jacket, zipping it up to his chin even as Wufei flushed in embarrassment. “I have to shovel it before it warms up, melts, then freezes into ice.”

“Ice.” Wufei shuddered. “Well, fine. Have fun shoveling.” It wasn’t so much a dismissal as it was disbelief.

Trowa didn’t respond, stepping out through the door. The wind was warming up, he could tell as it brushed his face. The snow wouldn’t stay cold enough to blow around much longer.

He found a shovel stashed conveniently on the corner of the porch. Personally, he was grateful. Sure, he loved snow, but he wasn’t exactly up for a romp to the tool shed right now.

His breath dusted before his lips in the form of dancing ice mist, and he watched it twist in the wind. As he had expected, the moment cool air touched warm flesh, his raging heart - and erection - began to calm. He wasn’t really sure _why_ Wufei was beginning to effect him that way he had, but he did know that the Chinese pilot could _never_ find out. Oh, how Wufei would rage! His beautiful umber eyes would flash, and his smooth cheeks would flush, his sculpted chest heaving up and down...

Trowa felt the heat from before beginning to return, and he blushed when he realized his mind replaced the image of an angry Wufei with one of a mewling Wufei in the throes of passion, skin heated and eyes hazy. What was _wrong_ with him?! How could he disgrace the Chinese pilot by having such... erotic thoughts of him?!

The metal head of the shovel bit fiercely into the snow, crunching the glittering crystals and scraping the concrete walk with echoing rasps. In his mind, Trowa was berating himself, hammering his metaphorical fist into on invisible wall, as if trying to beat the thoughts and images away. His face showed none of his internal struggle, his eyes remaining focused on the task at hand. Only the ridiculous pace he set betrayed his troubled mind.

In no time at all, the entire porch and walk had been cleared, and not a moment too soon. Trowa could feel the air beginning to warm even further. If he had waited any longer the snow would have been too heavy to move.

Stooping, Trowa scooped a handful of the white stuff from the railing, packing it in his hands. He smiled. _Perfect_ In his palm he held a delightfully round snowball. He briefly considered taking it inside to show Wufei, and maybe even stuff it down the Chinese pilot’s shirt...

Trowa nearly cackled at the thought. Nobody knew it, but he was a bit of a prankster at heart. He was nowhere near Duo’s caliber, but he enjoyed playing the occasional trick on his friends. The best part was; they never even suspected him. As the saying went: ‘It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch.’ Trowa liked to think he fit that description pretty well.

Weighing the pros and cons of the idea in his mind, the emerald eyed teen decided against it. No point in ruining Wufei’s first experience with snow. Knowing the petite pilot of Altron, if he took one down the shirt, he’d never look at the white stuff again.

That being decided, Trowa simply tossed the snowball away, heading back for the door. Maybe later he could convince Wufei to come outside for a while.

The thought was cut off when, for whatever reason, a landslide of snow chose that moment to throw itself down the awning and land directly on top of him. The tall pilot paused, sighed, then continued walking. “I never actually _did_ it,” he mumbled, turning his face skyward. There was someone up there laughing at him, he was sure. Wufei probably had some guardian dragon that protected him from danger, injury, and practical jokes. It wasn’t fair at times.

Without bothering to brush away the delicate ice crystals that clung to his hair and jacket, Trowa stepped inside, the heat of the building a welcome comfort. To his surprise, Wufei was there to greet him, clothed, hair neatly combed, and a steaming ceramic mug in his tiny hands.

“Have fun, Barton?” the young Asian asked, a rare crooked smile on his unlined face at the damp and snowy state of the Heavyarms pilot.

“See for yourself,” the taller of the two shot back, a grin not on his face, but on his spirits instead. Before he could react, Trowa was brushing the snow from his jacket, crystal flakes flying in every direction.

Making a face of disgust as he caught some of the melted flakes on the cheek, Wufei stepped away quickly. “You’re making a mess, Barton,” he grumbled, dancing away from the slushy piles of melting snow that adorned the floor. He shivered. “It’s cold!”

Hanging up the now sopping jacket, Trowa slid his mitts off and eyed the mug in Wufei’s hands. “Of course it’s cold! It wouldn’t be snow if it wasn’t.” He gestured at the mug, hope soaring high in his chest. “What is that?” Could it possibly be?!

Wufei’s slight shoulders jerked upwards in a shrug of cool indifference. “It’s hot cocoa. I recalled reading of a tradition in which this beverage is consumed after spending time outside in winter. I thought you might appreciate it.” A tiny light of amusement sparked in the velvet depths of Wufei’s dark eyes. “However, after the stunt you just pulled, I’m seriously considering drinking it myself instead.”

“You can’t,” Trowa told him. “You didn’t go outside.”

“For good reason.” Wufei lifted the cup to his lips, but didn’t take a drink. “And that’s a lousy argument. It isn’t a cause and effect thing; not going outside does not mean I can’t have a drink of cocoa.”

“Maybe not.” Trowa walked over to him, his boots clomping on the hardwood. “But I’m not going to let you.” He pulled the cup out of Wufei’s hands, and set it down on a nearby end table. “You’re not getting that until you go outside.”

“Barton, what are you... ack!” Wufei cried out as Trowa slung him over his shoulder. The European boy didn’t look like he could have born even that slight weight, but piloting Heavyarms had developed his muscle mass. Wufei’s trim waist snugged nicely against the crook of his neck, draping easily over his shoulder. It didn’t even knock him off balance when the Chinese youth started kicking and flailing, his slender fists beating against Trowa’s back. “Put me down, Barton!”

Face an impassive mask save for the hint of amusement on his lips, Trowa opened the door and stepped onto the porch. Maybe that snow that had sloughed off the roof hadn’t been a discouragement, but, instead, a helping hand? “You want down, Wufei?”

“This very instant!”

“All right.” Trowa reached up, wrapping his hands around Wufei’s slender waist, and set the boy into the pile of snow, bare feet first.

“Barton!” Anger tinted caramel cheeks red, as Wufei leapt from the snow and onto the wet porch. “This is ridiculous!”

Trowa shrugged a shoulder, killing a smile. “You wanted down,” he reminded the Chinese.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” Wufei wrapped his arms around his torso, a fine layer of gooseflesh rising on his skin. “I’m going in.”

“No, you’re not,” Trowa informed him. “You’re staying out here.”

A slim eyebrow slanted upwards over a velvet almond eye. “You’re going to kill me by freezing me?”

Trowa raked his gaze over the shivering body. “Point. Hang on.” He opened the door, reached inside, and snagged a pair of jackets, some mitts, and some headgear. At the last second, he snagged a pair of boots for Wufei, and closed the door.

“What are you...?” Wufei’s eyes widened. “No. Uh-uh. No way.”

“You’ll freeze if you don’t.” Trowa pulled his own jacket over his shoulders, zipping it up. “But you’re not going in.”

“Why not?”

Trowa held up the other jacket. “Because you’re not giving snow a fair chance.”

The look on Wufei’s face was clearly skeptical. “Barton, has this fresh air affected your brain?”

Oh, how he wished it were that simple! But, his craziness had more to do with the affect a pair of erect nipples straining against a blue tank-top had on his loins. He shook the coat, and held it up for Wufei to step into. “Come on.”

Wufei made a face, but allowed Trowa to help him into the [puffy down jacket. He even let him help with the headband. But... “I’m not four, you know. I could put on my own gloves.”

“Right.” Trowa cleared his throat, embarrassed. He had to get these thoughts out of his head. Turning his back on the little Asian, he descended the stairs, leaving the path to stand on the lawn. It was warm enough....

Kneeling down, he picked up a handful of snow and packed it. Still _perfect_ conditions.

“What are you doing?” Wufei called from the porch.

Trowa looked up, shrugging a shoulder. “It’s another winter tradition.” He wasn’t going to explain. If Wufei wanted his curiosity satisfied, he’d have to come down.

Trowa wasn’t disappointed. Within seconds, a pair of small boots crunched the snow beneath their plastic soles. “What is it?”

The Latino boy set the snowball down on the ground, and started rolling it. “It’s called a snowman.”

“It’s a ball of snow.”

Trowa stood up, nodding to it. “Just roll it in the snow.”

“And that will make a man?”

“Consider it a mission.”

That earned him a dark look. “Wrong pilot, Barton.” But, Wufei knelt down, and started rolling it as ordered.

A delight that seemed almost childlike sparkled behind Wufei’s eyes as he realized that rolling the snowball in the wet snow made the ball larger. Soon, he was pushing the snow around the yard.

“Not too big,” Trowa cautioned him as he started making a second ball.

Wufei glanced over. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.”

In the time it took the sloe-eyed pilot of Altron to finished the big ball, Trowa had rolled two smaller ones. He asked Wufei to help him carry them over to the base. “This is how you make a man of snow?” Wufei sounded even more skeptical than before.

“Sure.” Trowa set the medium sized ball on the base, pushing it down to settle it, and packing it with some loose snow. “Put yours on top.”

Wufei did so, mimicking Trowa’s insurance that it wouldn’t fall. “Oh.” To the European boy’s amazement, a smile spread across the smaller boy’s face. “I see.”

Trowa showed him how to pack the snow to make arms for their snowman, seeing as Quatre would kill them for pruning the thousand dollar trees. Soon, they had a bona fide snowman sitting in the front yard, waving at them in a jovial manner.

Wufei stood back, studying their objet d’art. He tipped his head to the side, a slim eyebrow arching upwards. “Think it’s lopsided?”

“It’s humoresque.” Trowa defended.

“It looks like Sally.” Wufei bit his toasted lip to keep from laughing. “Don’t tell her I said that.” He glanced over at Trowa. “Never mind. I forgot who I was talking to.”

Trowa stooped down, filling his palms full of snow. He had just gotten a cleverly wicked idea! “Do you know what else snow is good for?”

But Wufei didn’t answer.

He glanced up sharply, his green eyes narrowing as he sought out the tiny Chinese teen.

“How about this?” Wufei’s voice suddenly filled the air, just as a clump of wet snow smacked Trowa in the chest.

Wufei had backed off about a dozen feet, a Chessy-cat grin tugging his lips. “Well, Barton? Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

Trowa didn’t respond, he simply kept packing the snow into a hard little ball.

“Barton... Trowa...” Slowly, Wufei’s gloved hands came up. The wet snow clung to the red wool. “Hey, now.... Oof!” He stumbled back as Trowa’s snowball exploded against his jacket. A feral gleam entered his velvet brown eyes. “This is war!”

Trowa hardly had time to get out of the way as a snowball whistled by, where his head had just been a second before. ‘Reloading’, he made three or four little snowballs, tucking them into the crook of his arm. When Wufei approached, he let him have it, typical Heavyarms style.

His attack forced Wufei back a half-step. Recovering, the Altron pilot launched his own counterattack, pelting Trowa in the shoulder. A battle cry rose from his throat as he attacked. He was having fun!

Soon, both gave up on throwing snowballs, resorting, instead, to pushing each other into snow drifts. Surely, they made quite a site to anybody who might have known what they were. Most people could even accept the fact the Gundam pilots were simply young boys, let alone they were young boys who could actually _play_ on occasion.

Laughter rang in the air as the two youths lost themselves in their games, puffs of snow flying every which way. Had either of them sat back and looked at themselves, they would have realized there were no longer any masks between them. Both had let their guards down, and neither of them noticed.

And so, the fight progressed, with Trowa using his greater height and weight to his advantage. Wufei may have been agile, but there was only so much a compact body could accomplish in deep snow, so it wasn’t very long before he found himself pinned beneath the Heavy arms pilot. His tiny waist was tucked snugly between the junctures of Trowa’s thighs, his back pressed tight into the snow. Almond eyes widened impossibly as Trowa puled the collar of his jacket down, a handful of snow poised in the air.

“Barton! No!” the oriental pilot shrieked, laughter bubbling in his chest. Trowa couldn’t possibly be so cruel!

The emerald-eyed pilot simply grinned, studying Wufei’s attractive face. He was angled just right to see down the smaller boy’s shirt at the smooth caramel plains hidden beneath, and was unquestionably enjoying the view.

Maybe a little _too_ much. Trowa’s stomach clenched as the heat returned to his groin. The way Wufei was squirming against him wasn’t helping. In fact, the friction it caused only made it worse. Images of that little body beneath him and panting in pleasure rather than exhaustion came back to assault him. //God, Wufei... You have no idea what you do to me...//

Outloud, to draw attention away from the heat between his legs, he said with a victorious leer “So, will you give snow a fair chance from now on?”

Wufei sniffed, either unmindful or ignorant to the proof of Trowa’s desire. “Not if you shove it down my shirt!”

“Wrong answer,” Trowa exclaimed, hands descending towards its target, armory of snow at the ready. Wufei screeched with laughter, bringing his own small hands up to block the attack.

Puddles of slush leaked from between Trowa’s fingers, dotting the Chinese teen’s cheeks and sliding down his face like mirthful tears. “Stop! Stop!” he cried, twisting in Trowa’s hold. “No more. I give up.”

Trowa cocked an eyebrow, studying Wufei’s face. “The Mighty Dragon surrendering?” he teased. “Impossible!” But, he let the tiny pilot up none-the-less, helping him brush the clinging snow from his jacket. Wufei’s head band had fallen, and Trowa bent to retrieve it; a severe tactical error on his part.

“Well...” Wufei purred at his elbow, voice dripping with honey. “I had to say _something_ to get you to let me up. Other wise, I wouldn’t be able to do THIS!”

Trowa’s breath caught in his throat as hands of pure ice slid beneath the hem of his jacket and shirt, depositing a messy lump of snow on the small of his back. He would have yelped in surprise if he weren’t trying to preserve what little of his shrinking pride had could.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” he hissed, arching his spine forward in a desperate attempt to get as far away from the melting flakes as possible. A trickle of ice water crept below the hem of his jeans and this time he _did_ yelp in surprise. He could have swore he saw a tiny hiss of steam curling up as the drops slid over his heated flesh, that was how turned on he was. “No fair!”

If it were possible, Wufei’s grin grew steadily wider. “All’s fair in love, war, and snowball fights!” he declared, dumping another armload of snow over Trowa’s bent head before dancing away to hide behind the snowman they had built.

Emerald eyes glittered in mock anger through straggles of damp, snow clogged hair, the smile on his face betraying his delight. “You are _so_ dead, Chang!” he growled, stalking towards the chortling Asian.

“Ah, ah!” Wufei scolded through his laughter when Trowa got too close. He gestured at the snowman he was hiding behind. “Innocent civilian!”

Trowa smirked. “Looks more like a hostage to me.”

“Same difference.”

“Not quite.” Trowa coiled his muscles, ready to pounce. “Hostages are expendable.”

Wufei suddenly realized his safe spot wasn’t so safe anymore, and made a horrible decision: He bolted.

Trowa leapt from a dead stand-still, turning a neat little flip in the air. one second he was beside the snowman, the next, directly in Wufei’s path. The smaller boy had no hope of stopping before he collided with Trowa, who was quite ready for the sudden addition of weight.

“Now...” Trowa pinned Wufei’s arms to the struggling boy’s sides. “What was this about surrender?”

“All right! All right!” The Altron pilot sagged in the bigger teen’s grasp. A pair of liquid, velvet brown eyes flickered up, capturing Trowa’s own verdant gaze. “You have me now. What will you do with me?”

Every answer that Trowa could think of would have had Wufei sputtering in rage. A million scenarios played through his mind, from a hot tube, to a ‘no, please, no,’ scene that he wasn’t entirely proud of.

Dropping Wufei’s arms, Trowa took a step back, as if he’s been burnt. “Uh...” He’d never been speechless before. Quiet, maybe, but never speechless. “I... I think we should go in. It’s chilly out here.”

“You’re a genius,” Wufei muttered.

Trowa quirked an eyebrow in Wufei’s direction. “Really,” he said dryly, turning on his heel. He had to put some distance between himself and temptation.

But...

Just to even the score, Trowa threw a sway into his walk, hopefully drawing the boy’s attention. Doubtful. But he could hope.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

That brought a snort from Wufei. “Could you possibly mean that hot beverage I’d prepared for you when you went out to shovel the walk?”

Trowa smirked. “Precisely.” Mounting the steps, he went into the house, leaving Wufei behind. His jacket was hung by the heater, his mitts draped over top. In the foyer, his boots were forming slushy puddles around their soles.

Wufei neatly side-stepped them, removing his own gear. “Bah,” he growled, holding his damp tank-top away from his chest. “I have to change.”

Trowa barely held back a laugh. As if _he_ had anything to complain about. He voiced his opinion on that matter. “Not like you had a handful of snow shoved up your back...”

Wufei just gave him a sweet smile. “You deserved it,” he shot back, shaking droplets of melted snow from his raven hair. “Dragging me out into the freezing weather like that. I could have caught my death of cold!”

This time Trowa allowed the laughter to escape. “Admit it, you had fun.”

The smaller pilot paused at the bottom of the living room stairs. “Me?” he asked in mock-surprise, splaying one caramel hand flat against his chest. “Odd. I thought ‘fun’ wasn’t in my dictionary.”

Trowa shrugged, wringing water from the hem of his sweater. “Maxwell said that, not me.”

Wufei simply laughed, mounting the twisting hardwood stairs. “I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and have a shower.” He gestured at the dark areas of wet splotches all over the Heavyarms pilot’s turtleneck. “I suggest you do the same.”

Nodding, Trowa waited until Wufei had disappeared into his room before following him up the stairs. The mention of showers had brought to mind pictures of the Altron pilot, naked skin gleaming with beads of moisture. Immediately following it was a thought of himself, similarly dressed, in behind the attractive Chinese, hands wrapped around that tiny waist and those slim hips. He had to fight to stop him feet from following Wufei directly into the Asian pilot’s room.

//Good lord.../// he thought, pressing his hand against the cool boards of his door. It swung open easily, and he quickly slipped into his tiny refuge. //What is _wrong_ with me?// He seemed to be asking that question far to much these days.

Slowly, he pulled the shirt off over his head, dropping it onto the floor with a wet ‘thud’. He was far too distracted to care about picking it up.

If something didn’t happen soon, he was going to explode. Problem with that was he’d end up losing a friend in the process. Even if he released his tension now, that comfort would be short lived.

And where would that leave him?

“Here, where I am right now,” he muttered to the empty air.

He could take care of it. He was going to have to if he wanted to get any sleep tonight. Lust was something he had grown accustomed to doing absolutely nothing about.

Stripping his jeans, Trowa sauntered into the en suite. First order of business was an ice cold shower, followed by a thousand push-ups, and another ice cold shower. Maybe by nightfall, he could hit his bed and pass out from exhaustion, instead of tossing and turning all night, plagued by images of his heart’s desire.

_Heart’s Desire?_ Where the hell had that come from? He had no heart. There was no need for desire in his life. Eat, sleep, and fight. Those were his only concerns, and the first two were negotiable.

With a sigh, he cranked the ‘cold’ knob as far as it would go. If _any_ of that were true, he wouldn’t need the cold shower, now would he?

The ice cold water sluiced over his naked skin, sending shivers through him. But, damn, it wasn’t working! Instead of cooling him down, it turned him on even more, remembering the icy fingers Wufei had stuck on his back. He couldn’t even think of anything that wouldn’t bring him back to the tiny pilot.

That boy was a narcotic! Every fiber of Trowa’s being was addicted to him, _screaming_ for him. Not love, of course. But a lust so powerful, it nearly overwhelmed him. He was slowly being eaten away from the inside.

And he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying every instant.

Toweling himself off, he grabbed the first thing he found in his closet, a pair of khaki pants and a white button down shirt. He didn’t bother doing it up, leaving the cotton thing to hang open over his lean chest.

Satisfied with his appearance, he left his room, and headed for the kitchen.

He never made it there. Trowa paused by Wufei’s door. Pondering. He could give in. He really should have, earlier. Pent-up sexual frustration only hurt in the long run. But, he wasn’t certain if Wufei would... Hell, he was _damn_ certain he wouldn’t!

So why was he knocking on the door?

“Come in!”

The door slowly swung inwards. The well-oiled hinges betrayed not a squeak of protest. Trowa almost wished that they had made some noise. That would have given him something to look at, if only for a moment. Something other than a tantalizing pilot who was wearing nothing but a pair of white silk pants, with black hair tousled from their adventures outside. He looked like he’d just woken up.

Or had a wild night of passion.

“Something I should know about, Barton?”

Trowa stopped gaping long enough to blink. “Excuse me?”

Wufei raised a delicate eyebrow. “You’re staring at me like I just crawled out from under a rock.”

/// Or, tumbled out of one of my secret fantasies.../// Trowa amended. “No. No, no, I thought I saw something crawling up the wall.” /// My temperature, actually./// “You want that hot chocolate, now?”

Wufei shrugged. “Only if you want some.”

Trowa wished he could pause this, and catch his breath. He knew, no matter what Wufei had said, it would have sounded like a come-on. He had to convince himself, and his libido particularly, that Wufei was not standing in front of him, speaking completely in innuendoes. Somewhere, he had the strength to carry on a normal conversation.

“I’m not thirsty,” he managed to say.

“Oh.” Silence reigned for a few moments. Trowa suddenly found something very interesting about the pattern on the room’s carpet. Finally, Wufei broke it. “What do you want, Barton?”

“Truthfully? You.”

A couple beats followed that statement in which Trowa had enough time to realize what he said, consider taking it back, then shake the idea away. To hell with control! Heero had told him once to act on his emotions. It was high time he began following that advice. Granted, he might lose Wufei’s respect id he did, but he would most certainly lose his mind if he didn’t.

“...What?” Wufei finally managed, a slightly stunned look on his face. But, he hadn’t run out of the room screaming, yet. Trowa took that as a good sign.

He took a single, languid step forward, cocking his head invitingly to the side. His heart slammed against his rib cage, a fact he found unusual. He had faced over fifty Mobile Suits on his own, and he hadn’t been half as nervous. ///All or nothing,/// he supposed.

“You heard me,” he breathed, still moving forward. Wufei matched him step for step until he had the smaller pilot trapped against the wall, one hand on either side of the other boy’s head. “I... Want... You.”

Flashing emeralds, clouded with desire, fixed on Wufei’s throat, staring intently at the sinews that worked there. In his brain, Trowa knew he was being stupid. But the moment Wufei’s sweet sandalwood scent had filled his nostrils, his judgment went flying out the window.

“B-Barton?” Wufei muttered, narrowing his sable eyes. His body was trembling; Trowa could feel it through his own. It only excited him further.

In an insane show of bravery, the tall European bent his head, nudging gently against Wufei’s jaw with his nose and forehead. “Mhhmm?” he purred, letting his breath wash over the column of bare flesh that was Wufei’s throat. The Asian’s beautiful eyes fluttered closed, and he shivered.

“Wha- what are you doing?”

“Taking what I want.”

The words skipped past his lips, brushing against Wufei’s pulse. He could feel the boy swallow hard. His fingers wound through Wufei’s shining raven hair, sliding down the silken strands to caress the caramel sweep of the boy’s neck.

“Barton...” Wufei murmured, voice husking and low.

Trowa touched his lips against the line of Wufei’s jaw. He tasted so good...

“What the hell am I doing?”

He almost didn’t recognize the voice as his own, as breathless and hungry as it was. What had he been thinking? This was... wrong!

Pulling away from Wufei, Trowa wet his lips. He couldn’t look the Chinese teen in the eye. “I... I’m sorry. Wufei... I... I don’t...” Shaking his head, he took a step back. “I...” /// Stop talking and leave!///

What had he done? He couldn’t even fathom the consequences of this. He was such an _idiot_! “I should go...”

It wasn’t until his hand was on the door that Wufei spoke up. “No, wait!”

Trowa froze, heart thundering in his ears. Dare he hope...?

“Yes?”

Silence dominated again, not even the hiss of fabric against skin brushed the air. Then, a voice at his elbow, so sudden it made him jump. “What happened to taking what you want?”

It took a moment for the comment to register in Trowa’s mind. He turned and stared dumbly at the smaller boy, jaw hanging open. “Nani?!”

Wufei scowled, planting one hand on his slim hip while the other pushed sexily through his ebony hair. “I’m not repeating myself, Barton,” he growled, turning his eyes to stare at a patch on the far wall. More silence followed, then Wufei let his exotic ebon gaze meet with Trowa’s emerald one. “Have you given up acting on your emotions?” Wufei twirled a strand of fine hair around his index finger. “Pity...”

Trowa watched, dumbfounded, as the reason for all his distraction lately leaned back against the wall, casually crossing his slim arms over his chest. One sable eyebrow arched high as toast-colored lips parted and a golden shoulder shrugged. It was on open invitation if he ever saw one.

So why the _hell_ wasn’t he answering it?

The instant realization dawned on him Trowa crossed the floor and once again had Wufei’s slight body pinned between himself and the wall. He was already breathing hard, a detail Wufei mirrored. At first, he simply pressed his face against the Altron pilot’s neck and inhaled, letting Wufei’s erotic scent wash over him.

That drug was overtaking him again, cinching the ties tighter with every breath he took. He no longer cared. This beautiful young man was offering himself to Trowa, and there was no way in the God’s green Earth he would pass it up.

“...Fei,” he breathed, bravely trailing one hand downwards to stroke patterns against Wufei’s inner thighs. “...need you...”

Wufei practically purred at those words, opening his legs a little wider to accommodate the inquisitive hand. “Oh, yeeee~eeesssssss...!” he moaned, grabbing a handful of Trowa’s shirt. His umber eyes were glassy with lust and burned with unbridled passion, gazing deep into Trowa’s equally heated ones. “I am yours for the taking.”

Steamy words were swallowed by a bruising kiss as desperate hands wandered gleaming skin. Wufei wrapped his arms around Trowa’s neck, pulling the Heavyarms pilot tighter against his body. Trowa felt slender fingers thrust into his hair, twining around the auburn strands. Drown sugar lips parted to Trowa’s teasing, letting the Latin boy slip his tongue into Wufei’s sweet mouth. A low moan escaped his throat as he explored the depths of the other boy’s mouth, probing and teasing.

Wufei broke the kiss, pulling his head back as he panted. “Please... Trowa...” he gasped, rubbing against Trowa’s body. “Please...”

He was more than willing to oblige. Gently, he gripped Wufei’s arms, and drew him towards the bad, their mouths once again meshed and warring.

Trowa sat down on the edge of the mattress, Wufei coming to a halt between his legs. He slid his hand up Wufei’s thigh, splaying his fingers over a taut muscular belly. His other hand cradled the back of the boy’s skull, pulling him down to deepen their desperate kisses.

“This is hardly... Whoa!” Wufei cried as he lost his balance. The mattress gave beneath his little body, surrounding him with feather softness. Trowa was a nanosecond behind him, sandwiching the bishounen between his body and the bed. He felt like laughing right out loud, delight and desire coursing through his veins.

Wufei tugged at the edges of Trowa’s shirt, working the garment away from the Latin boy’s chest. His fingers were delightfully gentle against Trowa’s velvety flesh, setting every nerve he encountered on end. But he didn’t give Trowa a chance to adjust to each new touch, pressing his cinnamon lips to the taller boy’s, nipping and teasing. For a few wonderful moments, all Trowa could do was lose himself in the wonderful touch.

“Enough!” he finally hissed, rising off the boy. The soft blue shirt was stripped the rest of the way from his body, fluttering to the ground as he flung it across the room. When Trowa lowered himself back down, it was to the wonderful feel of flesh against heated flesh.

Trowa captured Wufei’s earlobe between his teeth. “You taste so good.”

Wufei’s laughter rumbled in his ear. “Th-thank you.”

The pants proved to be a little more of a challenge. Grinding their hips together, Trowa hooked his thumbs in Wufei’s waistband. The white silk refused to budge. The solution was obvious, but, “I don’t want to move,” he confessed.

“You’re going to have to,” Wufei muttered. “Now!”

Trowa lifted his hips off of the smaller boy’s, fumbling with the button on his pants. It would have been easier if his hands weren’t trembling so badly. This was all a dream, it had to be.

“Here,” Wufei offered almost sweetly, his hands coming up to Trowa’s waistband. “Let me.”

The hardest thing he had ever done was hold still as Wufei wrestled the button open. Finally, he laid his hand over Wufei’s smaller ones, twining their fingers. “I can manage.”

He stripped off his jeans, kicking them onto the floor to join his abandoned over shirt. Completely nude, he lowered himself back down, flattening Wufei against the mattress.

The Chinese boy’s eyes had widened impossibly huge. Trowa froze over him, afraid he’d burst the boy, or that Wufei had changed his mind. “What’s wrong?”

“I...” Wufei swallowed convulsively, “I didn’t think... I mean, I knew, obviously I knew, but I didn’t expect...” A rosy red flush stole over his cheeks. “Wow.”

Trowa smoothed a hand over Wufei’s cheek, a wonderful yet terrifying thought occurring to him. “Fei, have you ever done this before?”

A flash of anger and humiliation lit almond eyes. “Of course...! With my wife.”

Trowa didn’t bother to dwell on that. “Never like this?”

Wufei flushed and shook his head.

“Then...” Trowa ran his fingers down a muscular arm, until he could twine them with Wufei’s smaller ones. “She and I are very honored.”

Wufei blushed even harder, averting his eyes. “You’ve done this, though... Haven’t you?”

Trowa nodded. “Yes, I have.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against the Asian boy’s. “And until a moment ago, I thought you had, too. Thank you for telling me.”

Maybe he had lost some of the frantic fervor that had consumed him before, but this was a curve ball Trowa hadn’t expected.

Where his kisses had once been greedy and lustful, Trowa now slowly pressed his lips against Wufei’s, running his tongue along the boy’s soft rosebud mouth.

Wufei pulled away, hurt evident in his eyes. “You don’t want me anymore, do you?”

The ache in his loins said otherwise. Trowa ground his hips against Wufei’s body, hoping he hadn’t frightened the boy. “Feel that?” He pressed his arousal against Wufei’s thigh. “I want you very badly.”

“Then why did you stop?”

Trowa sighed. “Things are done differently with a virgin, Wufei.”

The boy sputtered. “I’m hardly a virgin! I don’t care how things are done! I liked it the other way.”

“Fei...”

“Just do it, dammit! Before I explode!”

Trowa couldn’t help but chuckle. “All right, all right.” He snaked an arm under Wufei’s back, lifted the slender body from the mattress, and slid the silk pants out from between them. “We’ll do this your way.”

Wufei grinned, pushing Trowa backwards, until he was sitting upright. The little Oriental boy seated himself on Trowa’s lap, the grin slowly fading. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question. Trowa’s hands spanned the narrow waist, lavishing kisses along a delicate collarbone. Wufei tipped his head back, spilling loose raven hair across his shoulders and hissing in delight as Trowa scraped his teeth lightly over the wonderful golden skin.

Keeping his mouth on those sweet, honeyed lips, Trowa moved his hand, first stroking Wufei, before touching his entrance.

The boy’s spine went ramrod straight. “Oh...”

“It’ll feel strange,” Trowa whispered, petting at that hidden entrance with his finger, “It might hurt.”

“Do it,” Wufei ground out, face set in determination and.... Was it love?

With deliberate slowness, Trowa slid his finger inside Wufei’s tight body. There was a gasp, of pain or pleasure, Trowa wasn’t entirely certain, and the velvet sheath clenched. He held still, letting Wufei adjust to the strange intrusion.

The smaller boy opened his chocolate eyes, passion blazing in the umber depths. “Trowa...”

Trowa hummed in response, moving his finger inside a bit, then pulling out, only to add another. He moved them again, stroking, gently stretching Wufei to accommodate something far more substantial. Without a lubricant, if the tiny boy wasn’t stretched properly, penetration would be extremely painful. Trowa didn’t want that, and he was willing to take as much time as necessary to prevent that from happening.

It took time, and a lot of work, but it wasn’t long before Wufei was purring with pleasure, rocking against those fingers. “Mmm....” he hummed.

Trowa removed his hand with a final caress, moving to stroke Wufei’s softened arousal. It didn’t take long to bring the sensual boy back to full hardness and he pulled Wufei down, fitting inside him as if they had been made for the purpose.

Ten nails dug into his shoulder. “Trowa!”

“Relax,” he soothed, his voice husky. “Give yourself time.”

Wufei held on tighter, pressing his face against Trowa’s shoulder, twining his arms around a powerful body. “More. Please.”

Trowa eased him down further, checking his own urge to bury himself to the hilt as that tight, hot sheath clamped around him. “Fei...” he whispered, climbing slowly towards the edge.

“Come on!” the boy cried in answer, nipping at his throat even while tears poured from his eyes.

The last of his reserves gone, Trowa drove the rest of the way inside, filling Wufei completely. He was surrounded by burning velvet, every bit of him covered. The boy howled, tossing he head back. An apology died on Trowa’s lips when he saw the sheer ecstasy on Wufei’s face.

Still joined, they tumbled to the mattress, Trowa covering Wufei with his larger body. The Altron pilot’s legs wound around his flanks, pinning their bodies together. The green-eyed boy wiped a few tears from beautiful slanted eyes, slowly starting to move. He let Wufei pick the pace on his own, let him adjust and discover.

He was a fast learner. After a few tentative movements, he started rolling his hips, matching Trowa thrust for eager thrust.

“Trowa!” he cried, his voice think with pleasure.

The taller boy withheld his climax until he felt Wufei erupt against his belly, hot liquid burning against his sensitized skin. Then, with a hoarse cry, he spilled his seed inside that compact body, a rush of warmth traveling from his heart through his entire body until it burst behind his eyes in a flash of white.

His vision blurred, the last sight before he passed out being the fallen angel in his arms.

***

He had wake first, still the tiniest bit inside Wufei. Trowa blinked a few times, his mind still fuzzy from the delightful events of the night - day? - before.

Wufei shifted in his sleep, his cinnamon lips parted in light slumber. So delectable. Trowa felt himself go hard again almost instantly. Running a hand along the back of the hard bronze thigh wrapped around his waist, Trowa moved his hips, enjoying the feel of Wufei all around him.

Suddenly, the boy began rocking his hips in time with Trowa, his tiny hands gripping the taller boy; holding on.

Their movements were far gentler than the wild frenzy the first time around, as was Trowa’s release. He was aware that his new-found lover was unused to such activities, and probably very sore due to lack of lube.

“Mmmm....” Wufei moaned, dewy eyes fluttering open. “What a way to wake up.”

Trowa felt a red-hot blush coming up, and he slowly, carefully, pulled out. “Sorry.” He should have controlled himself, should have waited.

Wufei arched a sleek black eyebrow. “Sorry?”

“I was hardly being a gentleman.”

Wufei stretched like a sated cat, arching his back gracefully off the bed. “If I’d wanted a gentleman,” he yawned, making a face at the feel of semen on his thighs and belly, “I’d have slept with Quatre.”

Trowa couldn’t help but laugh, swiping at the residue with the only thing available; his shirt. “Possibly the only real virgin among us.”

Wufei frowned. “How do you know? I mean, Maxwell is a foregone conclusion, but what about Yuy?” A light suddenly dawned, and he looked less than pleased about it. “Oh.” A sigh. “He’s the one....”

“He was the one, yes.” Trowa rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Didn’t have much to do during that entire month, except...”

“I get the picture,” Wufei interrupted. He gave Trowa a side-long look. “Was it ever this good?”

Trowa glanced over at him. The boy stared blankly back, his face a mask of stone. He needed assurance, Trowa realized. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t.”

“That’s not an answer.” Wufei sat up, crooking his knees to preserve his modesty. Hurt dulled his eyes. “You’re not lying, but you’re not telling me anything, either.”

Trowa drew a breath. “This is exactly what I was afraid of,” he muttered. “I don’t make it a habit to compare my bed-partners, Wufei.”

“I’m not asking for a detailed comparison, Barton.” Wufei growled, now pulling the sheets up over his thighs. “I just wanted to know if this was special.”

Closing his eyes, Trowa sat up. “Any answer I give will offend you.” He hunted down his pants. “I knew this was going to happen....” He tossed his soiled shirt into the laundry hamper and headed toward the door. “I suppose this ends our friendship, then...”

There was no denying the pain in Wufei’s soft, “I suppose.”

Damn it!! This wasn’t what he had wanted to happen! Without a backwards glance, Trowa left the room.

***

It was over an hour later before he had cooled off enough to even consider going back into the house. Trowa stomped his feet, knocking the snow off his boots. The weather hadn’t improved his demeanor at all, even though it was lovely outside. At least he had had time to think things through, to reenact what had happened.

Wufei was coming down the stairs, freshly showered, and wincing with every step. Trowa felt a rush of guilt. The Altron pilot was walking that way because of him. He should have taken everything slower.

Their gazes met for an instant, pained brown on contrite green. Wufei’s spin stiffened, lending him an austere air. He was not happy with Trowa at all.

Not that Trowa blamed him. He wasn’t too happy with himself, either.

Averting his eyes, Trowa continued into the kitchen, hearing Wufei behind him. “I’m making hot chocolate,” he said into the silence. “Would you like some?”

“Yes,” Wufei answered flatly.

Trowa boiled the water, a task that was completely supervised by Wufei. The Chinese teen sat down - gingerly - on one of the kitchen chairs, and followed all of Trowa’s moves. Now Trowa knew what a rabbit felt like, under the intense glare of the hawk.

Finally, he was stirring the powder into the mugs. “Come and get it,” he prompted.

There was no argument from Wufei. He stood up slowly, his face contorted in a wince of pain. Trowa knew any offer of help would be refused, so he said nothing.

Wufei reached for the cup, barely even looking at Trowa. As he lifted the drink to his lips, though, he cast a glance out the window.

If Trowa hadn’t had lighting fast reflexes, the cup would have

shattered into a million pieces on the floor. As it was, the hot liquid scalded his hand.

“What,” Wufei hissed in surprise, umber eyes wide, “Is that?”

Trowa knew what he was talking about without even looking out the window. Beyond the glass, another snowman had been built behind the snowman they had made the other day, its snowy arms wrapped lovingly around the littler one. It had taken him most the morning to finish.

Trowa cringed, wiping the sticky liquid off on his pants. “Call it an apology.” The words were too flippant. “I’m sorry, Wufei. I shouldn’t have walked out like that. I should have told you what you wanted to know.” He reached up after setting the mug down, and ran a hand down the smaller boy’s cheek. “You were wonderful. It was special to me. That was what I should have said. It was what I felt.”

Wufei looked away. “But you didn’t.”

Trowa captured Wufei’s chin, turning his head so that he could kiss those honeyed lips. “And I will never forgive myself for that.” Unable to stop himself, he drew the boy into his embrace, deepening their kiss. After a few moments, he withdrew, pressing more loving kisses along Wufei’s jaw, up to his temple.

Wufei closed his eyes and purred, tentatively playing a hand over Trowa’s thin collarbones. “All right. You’re forgiven.” He gave a breathy little laugh, the one Trowa loved so much. “But I still hate snow.”

Trowa chuckled, and buried his face in Wufei’s silken hair, relief making his knees weak. “That’s just fine with me.”

And it really, truly was.

~*~ OWARI ~*~

So, did minna like?! A little racy, but kinda cute at the end, ne? (we can all thank Tori for that BEAUTIFUL ending!! Wasn’t that super sweet? *heartmark*) Anyway, let us know what you think!! R&R, or email us at bishounen_obsession@hotmail.com. Thanks for reading! *blows kisses* Ja!

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