"Heero?" Quatre whispered urgently.  "What are you doing?"
     "Shut up!" Heero hissed.  Quatre's eyes darted about the darkness of the hangar.   They were going to get caught in there.   He was sure of it.   Quatre said nothing as he watched Heero buried inside the back of the Neo-Altron.  He stared back at Neo-Sandrock.  Quatre docked it beside the Wing Uno.  His breathing became erratic as his fear grew.  The Uno System made Heero do the strangest things. 
   "What are you doing babe?" he asked. 
   "Just shut up and hand me the piston pull. " His voice snapped.  Quatre grabbed the device and hesitantly handed it to Heero.  One piston bolt rolled out onto the floor followed by two, three, and four.  Quatre turned at that point for he knew what Heero was doing was wrong, so wrong.  "Where are you going?" he asked.  Quatre froze.  Heero never hit him and yet at times Quatre had gotten scared of Heero over the two years of their courtship.  
   "I am going to the locker room. " Quatre swallowed hard. 
   "Wait for me. " Heero said.  Quatre stood there while Heero fumbled inside the Neo-Altron then slammed the back casing door closed.  Heero gathered up the pistons he removed and smiled to himself.  Chang was going to fuck up royally during the test tomorrow.  Heero saw to that.  No pilot could match his ability in Wing except Chang in his Altron.  No longer.  
   He followed the blond Arabian to the showers.  He failed to recognize his sexual frustration for he was too preoccupied with his recent deed.  Quatre, however, worried for the both of them.  The two showered in silence.  They kissed briefly as Quatre washed Heero.  It never went farther than kissing and mutual masturbation.  Sex was something profound to Quatre.  Something special.  A year before he may have entertained giving himself to Heero, but after witnessing Heero's erratic behavior and obscure coldness he decided that Heero may not have been the one for him.  
   The new war brought new Gundams and new battles to fight.  Quatre stayed with Heero because there was no one else at the time.  Trowa and Duo were sent to Mars to fight in their Gundams, while Quatre and Heero were assigned to LaGrange and the Earth Sphere.  Quatre watched Heero get dressed.  He lost everything when he confessed his homosexuality to his family.  He lost the rest with the new war.  He had Heero.  Heero never used to push him, and at the time that was important.  Heero bought himself a shack on Earth in the North American area of Louisiana.  It was close to Alliance Gundam hangars yet often hot and humid for Quatre.  
   Summer in the bayou reminded Heero of Japan.  It only served to make Quatre miserable as he was used to the dry intense heat of his colonial territory.  The summer months spelled more trouble for Quatre as Heero often pawed at him and wanted more due to Quatre's lack of clothing.  The most he had given Heero was a half-assed blowjob that ended the minute Heero pushed to hard and forced Quatre to gag then vomit. 
   What Quatre didn't know was that Heero didn't mind.  To him, Quatre represented innocence personified.  His innocence.  He held Quatre for all of the other gay personnel as a symbol of his own prominence.  No one could get close to Quatre.  To many of the men young and old, Quatre represented the perfect lover; a virginal twink with an aesthetic beauty that even women longed for.  Heero looked at Quatre as they droved home.  His.  The hairless bishounen belonged to Heero and no one else.  Heero eyed the road through the rain.  Another hot night that the rain and wind failed to cool down.  Japan.  Heero pondered why the fuck he was in Japan.  Sure, he was Japanese, and spent his entire life surrounded by Japanese personnel in white lab coats.  He knew nothing of Japan, only what it meant to be an Asian male.  His whole world was offset three days ago when Chang Wufei arrived.  
   The Neo Altron was equal to the Wing Uno.  It was an incredible Gundam with a great pilot.  He outclassed Heero during trials and almost beat him during a mock battle outside moon base.  Heero scowled as they sat in traffic.  Chang had to go.  
   Quatre eyed Heero's intense and cold expression.  He was thinking of Wufei again.  He just knew he was.  Since Wufei outclassed him during their first trials for the Neo-Altron, Heero was on a mission.  Wufei made Heero look like an amateur.  Heero would never stand for that.  Quatre had been so naïve to feel that since the pair of young men shared Asian decent, there would be some sort of camaraderie between them.  Quatre, like the colonial world accepted the Western ideal of the "melting pot" that had been applied to Asians, which, despite some similarities in appearances, is extremely diverse.  Quatre was doing it now by thinking of them as Asians.  They weren't Asians.  Heero was Japanese and Wufei was Chinese.  Japan and China held a rivalry predating the founding of LaGrange.  
   "What did you do?" Quatre asked quietly. 
   "When?" Heero asked. 
   "To the Altron. " Quatre squeaked. 
   Heero grinned.  "Nothing permanent. "
   "It's dangerous Heero. " Quatre whispered.  "You could kill him. "
   "Chang is good soldier. " Heero quipped.  "He'll be fine. "
   That was the end of it.  Quatre went straight to bed whilst Heero sat up and watched a film. 

   Chang pulled the release on the Altron's extendable dragon fang and off it flew.  Heero avoided the loose part of the Gundam, and then blasted the Altron's turret-mounted beam cannons.  The force of the attack knocked Wufei back to reality.  The Wing took hold of its beam saber and charged the Altron.  Neo Altron's binder gave him the ability to out maneuver Wing as it close in on him.  Wufei reached back with his only remaining dragon fang and watched in horror has it loosened and floated away.  Wing turned and aimed the buster rifle at the Altron's left leg and fired.  This called an end to the simulation.  Wufei angrily retreated back to hangar five.  Heero, very proud of himself, came in close behind and docked close to the abused Altron. 
   Quatre watched Wufei Chang quietly abandon the test hangar.  Four other Asian boys followed him.  He didn't freak, tantrum, or cry out about injustice.  It bothered Quatre that Chang Wufei seemed suddenly the unemotional type.  The newly cold and reserved Chang Wufei sat staring daggers at the back of Heero Yuy's head.  Yuy was given the advance duty rank for LaGrange points 1 and 2.  Quatre was relieved of any and all duty, which he knew was coming.  Quatre had been wanted to get out of the Gundam and better serve the effort elsewhere.  Chang Wufei would serve in administration until the Neo-Altron was repaired.  It was an expensive job and the Alliance decided not to hurry with it.  In the meantime, Duo Maxwell would be brought back to take up the slack and Wufei would pilot the Neo-Sandrock on light engagements. 

   The afternoon passed quietly as the rain poured outside.  Quatre was reading his book while Heero sat at his laptop.  Quatre spoke little to Heero.  The day passed without a word said between them.  Then Wufei arrived.  Quatre heard about Wufei's official accusation towards Heero.  There was no evidence to point that Heero had done anything out of the ordinary.  Wufei, however, had a different belief all together.  He knew Heero Yuy had sabotaged his Gundam.  What could he do about it? 
   Heero felt immense satisfaction at knowing that he was the only one who could repair the Altron.  Since Wufei had made an official complaint, no one in administration came to Heero for a repair assignment.  Heero upset Quatre immensely when he put in a bid for the repair contract.  It was bad enough that Heero was responsible for the Altron's damage, and to ask for money in its repair seemed beyond disrespectful.  

   Quatre had been brought up with a strong notion that a man's actions determined a man's future.  What comes around goes around…
   Then Wufei arrived. 
   Heero got up when he heard the motorbike outside.  Wufei climbed off his bike and walked slowly through the downpour.  Quatre walked to the window and peered out between the drape.  Wufei had his hair down around his shoulders and one side was tucked behind his ear.  He stepped onto the porch with Heero and removed his long raincoat.  He wore a strange vest over his clothes.  Quatre held a morbid curiosity for Wufei's choice of clothing.  It was so alien to him as well as the other boys.  His suit was a two-piece outfit, with a button-down top and wide-legged trousers.  It was the strangest brown color Quatre had ever seen.  Almost golden brown since it was made of brocade satin.  His belt held a 29-inch dark bamboo Shirasaya Wakizashi.  No doubt that Wufei brought a Japanese weapon there for a reason.  The handle of the Shirasaya Katana seemed to glare back at Quatre.  Oh Allah they going to fight!
   His eyes went up to Wufei's face.  He was staring at Quatre with a grin on his face.  Wufei lowered his eyes down to the handle of his katana and then peered up at Quatre again.  The blond stepped back from the drape.  Had he seen me? Of course! Quatre stepped to the door so that he could eavesdrop on their conversation. 
   "I know you fucked up my Gundam. " Wufei said coolly.  "I can't prove it so I won't try. "
   "You're wrong. " Heero said. 
   "I am here to ask you to repair my Altron. " Wufei said. 
   "Why should I?" Heero said casually. 
   "Thirty-Two Million credits. " Wufei replied. 
   "That's a good reason. " Heero sighed. 
   "Will you do it?" Wufei asked. 
   "You didn't say please. " Heero smirked. 
   Wufei stood cold a moment and then he grinned. 
   "Please Heero. " Wufei smiled. 
   "Where is it?" Heero asked. 
   "Docking yard Fifteen.  Five minutes away. " Wufei sighed. 
   "I meant the money. " Heero leered. 
   "It will be transferred to your account as soon as the repairs are complete. " Wufei assured. 
   "I want half now. " Heero demanded. 
   "Half it is. " Wufei complied. 
   Quatre emerged from the house.  
   "Regards Wufei. " Quatre said kindly. 
   "Regards. " Wufei returned. 
   "I am going to look at the Altron. " Heero said to Quatre. 
   "I will wait here. " Wufei said. 
   "Yeah. " Heero sighed.  "Wufei is going to stay here until I get back. "
   "When are you getting back?" Quatre asked.  His voice seemed nervous. 
   "Excuse us. " Heero said to Wufei as he gently moved Quatre into the house. 
   "You can't leave me here with him" Quatre whispered urgently. 
   "Listen to me. " Heero seethed as the grip of Quatre's arm tightened.  "This is all going according to my plan so you need to keep your cool and let it play out!"
   "What plan?" Quatre whispered.  "Heero let go your hurting.."
   "Shut up. " Heero snapped and jerked Quatre's arm.  "Say nothing!"
   "I won't!" Quatre hissed as he pulled his arm free of Heero's vise like grip.   Heero came back outside.  Wufei stood there overlooking the thick jungle around the house.  The rain had stopped and no wind blew.  Thick and humid air enveloped them.  Wufei gave Heero a side-glance.  
   "You can take my bike. " Wufei offered. 
   "Thanks. " Heero smiled and caught the keys tossed to him by Wufei.  Heero looked into the black eyes of Chang Wufei.  He then glanced over at Quatre who had come back out on to the porch.  He understood then.  
   "You know the concept of Bushido?" Heero asked. 
   "This and that. " Wufei sighed.  
    "The reputation of ten thousand years can be determined in but a single day.  Somehow that seems to ring true to me." Heero smirked. 
   "When honor's lost, it is relief to die; Death's but a sure retreat from infamy. " Wufei stated, "I believe that one holds more truth. "
   "Tell me," Wufei continued, "Does your wakashudo understand conceptual Bushido?"
   "Quatre, unfortunately, is no wakashu. " Heero grinned.  "Not yet. "
   "You know Latin Yuy?" Chang asked as Heero mounted his cycle. 
   "This and that. " Heero replied. 
   "Quid Pro Quo. " Wufei said. 
   "What?" Heero asked. 
   "Quid Pro Quo. " Wufei sighed. 
   "Don't fuck with me Chang. " Heero snapped. 
   "Wouldn't dream of it. " Wufei smiled.  
   Wufei wondered if Heero really did understand.  He didn't care at this point.  He would have justice, one way or another.  He would have justice today while Heero repaired his Gundam.  

   The rain started only twenty minutes after Heero had left.  Quatre emerged from the house to find Wufei sitting content on the porch swatting dragonflies with his katana.  Quatre dreaded being left alone with Chang Wufei.  The fear stemmed from Quatre's belief that Wufei despised his latent pacifism and resented his unique station in life.  He and Chang shared social position and class, yet were from two entirely different cultures. 
   "Wufei?" Quatre announced.  The black haired young man leaned his head back against the swing, and then turned a lazy gaze toward Quatre.  "I thought you went with Heero. " Quatre lied. 
   "No you didn't. " Wufei leered. 
   "Yes I did. " Quatre said more stern.  "I would have come out sooner had I known you were out here in this mess. " Quatre smiled the best he could as he came over and took the rickety seat beside the swing.  There was plenty of room on the swing for the both of them, yet Wufei sat spread out comfortably and Quatre did not wish to intrude. 
   "Its not that bad really. " Wufei sighed.  His voice was so deep and relaxed.  "The rain pushes down the humidity and allows the air to move. "
   "It's still too hot. " Quatre said. 
   "I like it sticky. " Wufei sighed.  He had opened his shirt to reveal his chest and sat with his knees far apart and his shoes off.  Quatre stole the occasional glimpse at the golden glow of Wufei's skin.  It reminded Quatre of his father, who loved to lounge about in next to nothing.  Quatre listened to the rain and thought about Wufei's sleek, tight skin as the man kept rubbing his own hand beneath his shirt.  Quatre's blue eyes casually journeyed up Wufei's strong, lean body and finally met the black pools of his eyes.  Caught staring Quatre turned quickly away. 
   "Are you looking at me?" Wufei asked. 
   "No. " Quatre sighed. 
   "I think you were looking at me. " Wufei smiled. 
   "No I wasn't. " Quatre said quite serious.  Wufei's voice was so much deeper than his own. 
   "Men as pale as you should never blush. " Wufei grinned.  "It gives away too much. "
   Quatre realized that his cheeks were indeed burning and it must have showed on his face.  He got up and turned his back to Wufei.  He stared out into the rain as it fell steadily against the fauna around him.  He felt it then.  Something touching his leg.  Hard prodding went smoothly from his leg to his right buttock.  It then slid in to..
   "What are you doing?" Quatre cried.  He turned and saw that Wufei had leaned up and was using the end of his Wakizashi to touch his body. 
   "You're pants are baggy. " Wufei said casually, and leaned back in the swing.  "I couldn't get a look at your ass though them. " 
   "Excuse me. " Quatre scowled.  His eyes were scrunched together and he was suddenly very insulted.  "Its none of your business what my ass looks like!" Quatre's eyes locked onto to Wufei's and the blond realized that he could no longer look away.  

   Wufei had an air--a presence--of forceful dominance to him.  His stare kept drawing Quatre's eyes back to his.  Wufei stood up and forced Quatre against the pillar of the porch.  He grabbed the shorter blond by the chin and looked at him the way food inspector's look at meat.  
   "You've never fucked Heero, have you?" he growled.  "Don't lie. "
   "Sort of. " Quatre tried to answer. 
    "Your ass?" Wufei asked and eased the pressure on Quatre's mouth.  "Have you let him fuck you ass?"
   "No. " Quatre snapped and jerked his chin free of Wufei's grasp.  Wufei stepped back and smiled.  He then produced a pocket watch and stared down at it.  Quatre was ready to run inside the house but the watch emitted a strange strobe light that blinked incredibly fast.  Quatre couldn't remove his eyes from the flares of stark white light, then darkness, several times over a period of seconds.  
   "Sit down next to me. " Wufei said.  Quatre just stood there.  The strobe light kept him disoriented and when he looked away he still could not focus.  He tried to adjust to seeing things stop-and-start.  "I said have a seat. " Wufei grumbled. 
   Quatre sat down slowly.  He was sitting beside Wufei.  Wufei handed him the watch and Quatre took it and gazed into the blinking strobe.  The stabbing blasts of light began to hurt his eyes.  He suddenly felt as if he were hallucinating as if he were looking at the world from underwater.  He had to look away.  The sound of the rain, the stark landscape he hated so much, it was unpleasant to him and when the strobe washed it out like lightning. 
   "Kiss me," Wufei said, settling closer to Quatre on the swing. 
   "Huh?" Quatre kind of snapped out of it and again said, "Huh?" The blond looked over at Wufei whose eyes resembled the blackness of sunglasses.  Against his flickering glare, Quatre watched the way his profile caught the light.  Hot.  Its so hot out here...I am glad you chose me.  Wufei reached over and slowly massaged Quatre's thigh.  He felt the tip of the boy's member, and he put his hand over Quatre's shaft, squeezing gently, feeling it grow harder and thicker through his pants with every stroke. 
   "Kiss me," he said again, his face zeroing in on Quatre's. 
   Quatre pulled back.  "No..this isn't..no. "
   Wufei sighed again.  He didn't like not getting his way.  "Let's try something," he said.  "Maybe it will help you feel more . . . cooperative. "
   Quatre was in a daze.  "What?"
   "Ten cycles a second," His voice curled around Quatre's ear like a jaguar's purr.  "Shhh," he said.  He cupped the back of Quatre's neck and he gently, firmly, turned the boy's head back down toward the blinking light. 
   "Huh?" Quatre squinted.  Looking at it made his eyes hurt. 
   "Look into the light.  Look past the light.  Keep your eyes open and let it in.  Your eyes will get used to it in a moment. " Quatre tried.  Once he got used to the intensity, the light held his gaze, like a magnet.  
   "See? See how easy it is?" he said.  "Ten cycles a second is the same rhythm as your brain.  Your alpha waves, when you are in a very relaxed, visualizing state, are at about ten cycles per second. "
   Wufei leaned forward and looked into Quatre's face.  He was staring down at the strobe.  His expression was slack, lips slightly apart.  He brought up his hand and caressed the blondes jaw.  "Look into the light," he murmured.  "Look as long and deep into the light as you can. "
   "Do you feel it?" Wufei asked.  "That little tired feeling at the corners of your eyes? I think you do.  The little tired, relaxed feeling.  Can you feel it starting to come over you? Spreading out into your fingertips and to your elbows.  Yes? This wave of tiredness spreading out and making everything it touches feel so relaxed and limp. " Quatre did feel it, like a little itchy sensation at the outside corner of each eye.  Yes, Quatre felt it starting to flow inward as Wufei said so.    
   "Spreading all through your face now, and back into your scalp, covering your entire head.  It feels good, doesn't it? So relaxing, yes? Just let it spread and relax you. " He kept talking, and Quatre felt it flowing through his body.  Down into his neck and shoulders.  His upper arms, elbows, forearms, wrists, hands, and fingers.  Down his back.  Down his chest.  Into his stomach and through his hips.  Down his thighs, knees, calves, ankles, feet to finally drain out the very tips of his toes. 
   "There.  Feeling so tired now.  So relaxed, aren't you? Your whole body feels so heavy and limp.  Even your eyelids.  So heavy.  You'd like to close them, I know.  Eyes so heavy, so tired.  Already starting to close.  So tired.  So ready for sleep.  Yes, so sleepy.  Let your eyelids close.  Close them and sleep.  Sleep now. "   He snapped his fingers.  
  Quatre opened his eyes, blinking.  They were in the house.  Why is Wufei in the house? How long have I been sleeping? Where have I been?
    "You were going to get me something to drink. " Wufei said.  Quatre's attention went to the empty fireplace.  Wufei was standing there fondling pictures on the mantle.  Thunder boomed outside.  The storm had gotten worse. 
     "Where?" Quatre sighed.  "What's going on?"
   Wufei grinned and sat down in the chair across from Quatre.  He parked himself on the edge, his knees spread wide.  Wufei shrugged and ignored Quatre's question. 
    "Unzip me, and take out my dick," he said.  Okay, Quatre thought.   His hands seemed to move on their own.  Quatre walked to Wufei and fell to his knees between the man's legs.  He did as he was told.  Quatre took Wufei's long member into his hand and moved it slowly up and down, working the dewy foreskin back and forth.  Wufei grasped the blond's neck and brought his lips down to it and fed Quatre his bloated member, the head, shaft, and all.  He began to roll his hips, pumping it slowly, pumping it deeply.  He found his groove inside Quatre's mouth and settled in to take the blondes mouth on a long, rigorous ride.  He pumped, and Quatre's jaw started to hurt from his size. 
   "Suck it. " He hissed.  "You must know how to do that! If you're not fucking him you must be sucking him. " Quatre skated down his shaft, taking him more easily than he imagined he could.  Quatre's tongue and mouth slithered all around Wufei's warm penile skin and rode the thick zigzagging vein down to its base.  Quatre forced his nose deeply into Wufei's black hair and promptly gagged.  Wufei had a slight curve to his shaft, and I it tickled Quatre's tonsils. 
   Quatre gazed up.  Wufei was smiling down at him as he kissed and slobbered on his cock.  Quatre's eyes were dripping tears as his lips were glossed with saliva and Wufei's premature spill.  Quatre couldn't stop himself.  I wished Heero tasted like Wufei.  I am so hungry for Wufei... 
   "Ooooh! Suck it!" Wufei panted.  He threw his head back and let Quatre swirl his mouth over him.  Quatre ran his tongue up and down Wufei's long shaft, and then hummed on his balls as they surged in their silky sack.  Quatre knew that Wufei was close.  He could feel Wufei's skin tighten in his mouth.  Just when Quatre thought he would finish with him, Wufei pulled Quatre off of him by his chin.  
   "Don't touch it," he growled, sitting back and letting it waver.  He stuffed his stubbornly rigid member away.  "Go get me a drink," he growled at Quatre.  He wiped his mouth and dutifully ran to the kitchen.  
   "You know why he picked you?" Wufei called moments later,  smiling at Quatre the way tigers smile at their prey.  "Your his little badge of honor.  His little potato with the light skin." Quatre said nothing.  He prepared tea.  I want  to scream.  What is wrong with me? Why couldn't he just stop what he was doing and run? Attack Wufei? Spit in his face? Scream and escape the house?  
   "That's why he puts up with your cherry ass."  Wufei kicked off his shoes and stood up.  He pulled off his shirt.  He dropped his pants and stepped out of them and stood there naked before Quatre.  Quatre brought in the tea and set it down.  He sat down and began to pour it.  Quatre gazed up at Wufei with his cola-black hair and his dense dark brows.  I am falling, drowning in the ridiculous masculinity of you.  
   Physically, Wufei was in his prime.  Wufei's wide and flopping penis almost scared him.  Something about it aroused Quatre like no other man's ever had.  He stood over Quatre.  His chest was so smooth, expansive, with nipples like brown coins.  They were the size of dimes, so dark and erect, and so like his dick.  He said, "I know that Heero sabotaged my Gundam.  Quid Pro Quo, Quatre.  Do you know what that means?" He bent, his thin lips moving slowly toward the fullness of Quatre's own swollen maw. 
   Quatre wanted pull back, but he had neither the time nor the will to refuse him, and so they kissed a long, almost levitating kiss.  Wufei moved back and told Quatre to stand up and strip.  He pulled off his shoes, socks, and jeans.  Wufei sat down and admired Quatre's emaciated form.  He called Quatre over to him, and the blond shuffled over.  Quatre looked like he was sleepwalking, his eyes half-closed and his expression slack.  Wufei pull Quatre onto his lap.  He turned him around and slipped his arms around him from behind.  
   "Have you been a good boy?" he murmured into Quatre's ear.  Quatre could say nothing.  He didn't know where he was or what was happening.  "Papi wants to know if Berba has been good today?" Wufei whispered. 
   Quatre's voice was soft and faraway.  "Uh huh . . . "
   "I think Berba is lying to me. " Wufei whispered. 
    "Nu ugh. " Quatre sighed and shook his head. 
   "I am going to let Wufei put it in Berba now.  Since Berba is lying to me. " Wufei leered. 
   "No . . . " Quatre looked vaguely uncomfortable.  "I don't . . . get fucked . . . "
   "Why not?" Wufei challenged quietly. 
   "Hurts . . . " Quatre whined. 
   "Shhh . . . " Wufei whispered into Quatre's ear.  "You got fucked by papi when you were bad, and it felt great, didn't it?"
   "No . . . "
   "You'll feel ever better when he fucks you.  I promise.  I want to watch as his big dick fucks you.  And you want it too, don't you?" he said heavily in Quatre's ear. 
   "Yeah . . . "
    Wufei took hold of the back of Quatre's neck and bent him forward.  Wufei got up, holding on to Quatre's hips, he had the blond standing and bent over with his legs straight and his hands touching his feet.  Wufei moved Quatre's feet apart.  He massaged something thick and warm into Quatre's chute with a finger, then two.  When Quatre's ass was relaxed and ready, Wufei pulled on a condom. 
    "Wufei. . . ?" Quatre voice croaked. 
   "What Quatre?" he asked. 
   "Don't. . . please. . . " Quatre started to cry. 
    With his hands on Quatre's hips his cock pierced Quatre's puckered opening.  Quatre grunted and gasped as Wufei slid deeper and deeper into him.  When he was almost all the way in, he paused so Quatre could get used to it.  Then he started to fuck him.  Quatre moaned and grunted, but as Wufei whispered out to him, Quatre's noises began to turn into little sighs and gasps of pleasure.  Wufei told Quatre that he was feeling very sleepy and wanted nothing more than to take a nap.  Wufei let go of him and popped unceremoniously from Quatre's hole.  Quatre yawned and settled down on the couch, eyes closing. 
   The stick on the table woke Quatre.  The blond sat straight up and felt the incredible pain in his rectum.  He felt loose, sore, and wet.  
   "An eye for and eye. . . " Wufei smiled.  He was dressed now except for his pants.  His penis rose cobra like to meet Quatre.  The Wakizashi swung menacingly at Quatre, who dropped naked to the floor and crawled from its abuse.  
   "Stop Wufei please!" Quatre screamed.  
   "Now it time for your punishment." he announced, as if somehow Quatre earned the pleasure of his abuse.  Quatre crawled to the stairs and charged up into his room and closed the door behind him.  He slammed the door and tried to lock it.  His hands wouldn't cooperate.  They would not rise to pull the lock on the door.  Quatre leaned against the door and began to cry.  Wufei's voice on the other side silenced him. 
   "Berba. . . " he cooed. 
   "Huh?" Quatre asked. 
   "Open the door for me. " he asked quietly. 
   "I can't. " Quatre whined. 
   "Why can't you?" Wufei asked. 
   "Cause your gonna hurt me. " Quatre answered like a child. 
   "You are a bad boy Berba. " Wufei whispered. 
   "Uh uhn. " Quatre shook his head and stepped away from the door.  "I didn't do anything!"
   "I know. " the voice said patiently.  "That's why you are bad."  The door creaked opened and Quatre's blue eyes stared innocently at Wufei's sweating face. 
   "I won't do it again. " Quatre pleaded. 
   "I know. " Wufei hissed and forced his way in.  Quatre stepped back until he came to a stop at the foot of the bed.  Quatre had no idea what moved him.  He got onto the bed and sat on his hands and knees. 
   "Your gonna give me a woopun..." Quatre pouted as Wufei smiled and nodded his head.   Quatre started to cry.  He wanted to scream.  He wanted to run.  He couldn't. 

   Heero arrived at dusk.  He came in and spotted Wufei and Quatre sitting in the living room.  Quatre had made some food and Wufei was finished eating.  
   "What's for dinner?" Heero asked. 
   "Uh," Quatre sighed, "I made stew. " Quatre wore an oversized shirt and a loose pair of sweat pants.  His hair was wet and he smelled of shower soap.  
   "I have to go. " Wufei said and stood to make his leave. 
   "You were missing three pistons. " Heero announced stoically. 
   "Only three?" Wufei asked. 
   "Yes. " Heero said. 
   "You can fix them and any damage resulting from this mishap?" Wufei asked. 
   "For the right price. " Heero replied. 
   "Sounds fair. " Wufei smiled.  "Doesn't that sound fair Quatre?" The blond looked up.  His eyes were weary.  Heero noted the look of exhaustion on his lovers face.  
   "Fair. . . " Quatre smiled.  Wufei stepped outside and mounted his motorcycle.  Quatre slinked quietly back inside.  
    As Wufei and Heero exchanged words, Quatre set the table in silence.  He looked out at them.  He felt nothing.  The pain from the lashes on his back and buttocks screamed through his clothing.  He had been bad.  He had been punished.  
     Heero came in and sat down to eat.  The stew was great.  The best Quatre had ever cooked.  
   He slapped Quatre's backside affectionately, and the boy winced in pain.  Heero failed to note Quatre's discomfort, as he was too proud of his latest folly.  He spent the entire meal talking about just how stupid Wufei really was and how much money Wufei would be paying him to repair the Altron. 
   "It's going to take me two weeks to finish up on the Altron. " Heero said as he stuffed a potato into his mouth.  "I told Wufei he could hang out here since the hangar is only ten minutes away. 
   "Two weeks?" Quatre gasped.  Oh no... Tear formed in the corners of his eyes.  "That's fourteen days. "
   "Technically its ten. " Heero grunted.  "I don't work the weekends. "
   "Ah. " Quatre agreed.  "No weekends. "
   "You all right?" Heero asked.  "You look tired. "
   "I am tired. " Quatre said quietly.  "I think I will go on up to bed. "
   "Its only seven. " Heero said. 
   "I know. " Quatre whispered.  "I have a long day in store for me tomorrow. "
Another day with Wufei..