Gundam Wing: Genesis Part 4

The five pilots plus Sally, Howard and Rashid were up early the next morning. As Trowa handed out copies of the new specs for all the Gundams, Howard let out a low whistle. "You guys were busy yesterday! How long did this take?"

Wufei shrugged. "A good five hours, but it was worth it."

Rashid frowned as he looked the plans over. "What's different? Apart from the increased Genesis shielding..."

Duo pulled out a larger copy of the Deathscythe plans and unrolled it on the table. "Well, the shielding is both lighter and thinner, so we're putting a layer of Genesis under the original Gundanium, as well as adding a new cockpit shield in the stuff. We had to re-design the cockpits, too, since I don't think we could have folded Tro into the old Heavyarms again- we've all grown since then..."

"Most of us have, you mean," Quatre grumped, still waiting for his morning coffee to kick in. "I'm still short as hell."

Duo shot the blond a smile. "Aw- no you're not! Just because you didn't grow as much as some of us did... He's at a great height, isn't he, Tro?"

The green-eyed boy gave a small, wicked smile. "Hm, big in all the right places," he added smugly.

"TROWA! I can't believe you..." Quatre sputtered as he blushed a deep, bright red. Everyone was laughing- even Rashid was laughing at him...

Duo felt Heero's arm snake its way around his waist, and he relaxed back into the embrace as he slowly began to breathe again. "Um, yeah. Well... where was I?"

"Redesigning cockpits," Quatre prompted, glaring as a still chuckling Trowa and Sally.

"Oh- right," Duo furiously swallowed his laughter. "Okay, well, so they're, ahem, bigger... for us..." He burst out laughing again.

"DUO!"

The American turned to his glaring Arabian friend. "Yeah?"

"WILL YOU JUST GET ON WITH THE BLOODY BRIEFING?!" Quatre yelled.

Duo swallowed again, trying his best to ignore Howard's low chuckles. "Sorry, Cat! It was funny... Or maybe not. Okay... so resized cockpits, increased shielding and reinforced pilot protection, new improved stealth technology in all the suits- not just mine this time... beam saber for Trowa, for when the ammo runs out, upped power capacity using cold fusion cores- safer that way, too... What am I forgetting, guys?" he asked Trowa and Wufei.

Trowa merely shook his head, but Wufei added, "What about the comm gear?"

"Go ahead," Duo gestured for Wufei to take over as he sat back, leaning his elbows on the table.

Wufei shrugged. "On top of our comms to the Preventers, there's an inter-Gundam line that is impossible to access from outside the system- there will be a custom decoder piece in each Gundam to give out the right signal and with the proper encryption code. It will also have a pilot-activation code, so you can shut it down, if someone tries to force you to let them onto it."

Howard fixed the three boys with a look. "And you have plans and a working prototype for these systems, right?"

Duo flashed him a trademark smile. "We will as soon as we finish them, Howie!" He turned to Heero questioningly. "We might need a little help with some of this if we've only got three days to get it working, koi..."

The Japanese man smiled. "I'll be there- don't worry."

"In the meantime," Duo said, standing and hauling Quatre up with him, "Q-bean here and me gotta go and look over the Genesis presentation- we'll be back as soon as we can, okay?"

He flashed another smile before he disappeared out the door, dragging the Arab with him.

Everyone in the room turned on Heero in less than three seconds.

The Japanese man hung his head. "Just say it and get it over with, okay?"

Trowa's light, sarcastic tone from earlier was gone, replaced by... nothing. He spoke in a completely toneless voice, "If you ever do something like that again, you piece of shit..."

They were all amazed as Heero paled at the mere words, as though... The Japanese pilot quickly and quietly said, "Never- you all have my sworn word on that! Never!"

Wufei was going to press the point when a heavy hand came down on his shoulder- he looked up into Howard's face in anger, yet still accepted the man's warning shake of the head. He's right- there's something going on here that we're not aware of... what did you do, Duo? What did you say to him?

Sally added, "We're not going to bring it up again, Heero, but don't forget it!"

The Japanese man nodded solemnly. "I'm in no danger of forgetting, Sally."

"Fine, then." The conversation turned back to the suit plans.

~*~

Relena almost felt shaky as she signed the Order on the desk in front of her. She was basically breaking the most important decree she had ever made- that of no more weapons of mass destruction- and it was all the more difficult, knowing who would be in the cockpits of those new machines...

Her hands were unsteady. One signature, and I'm authorizing a war. Dear God- is it really this easy to do? She bit her lip as she signed.

Lady Une took the document from her still shaky hand with a gracious smile. "We can trust them, Relena. You've trusted them before..."

"What about Mars?" the Chancellor asked hesitantly.

Une shook her head. "There are other possibilities and- who knows? This could just work out, after all. We'll worry about that when this little crisis is over, okay?"

Relena gave a small smile. "I'd still like to contact my brother and call him back to Earth."

Une shook her head emphatically. "We can't Relena- complete radio silence about the Gundams, you know that!"

The young woman nodded, her eyes fixed on her desk. It was a lot to be asking, and she was allowing it to happen. "If this goes wrong... thousands of people will die and it will be my fault."

Une rolled her eyes suddenly. "You sound just like Treize used to, Relena! That kind of talk won't get you anywhere!"

She looked up at the taller woman apprehensively. "What would you suggest, then?"

Une gave a fox's smile. "Be ready for anything."

~*~

One Day Later...

Madeleine Dumoulin glared at the man on her viewscreen. "What do you mean you can't get us on there? I need the information now, not tomorrow, not the day after..."

The man smiled placatingly. "The only reason I'm even getting to make a phone call is because I'm related to you, niece. These men are far from stupid! You need to watch every shadow, you hear me?"

She felt vague hints of fear, and it angered her- no one had the right to interfere with her plans! "What have you heard, uncle?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, my dear, but one must be careful. It is at times like these that the stakes are highest, and the danger, too."

She smiled suddenly, the look transforming her face completely. "You're right, uncle. My apologies."

"None needed, Lena. Do not call me again, though, okay?" he admonished.

She felt her temper flare again- who was he to think of giving her directions?! She held it under control, though- there was no sense in burning that bridge, as yet. "Good bye, uncle!"

"A bientôt, ma chérie," he responded. [trans- See you soon, my dear.] The communication was cut.

He stood from his place and quickly straightened his clothes an made sure that there was no visible evidence of his conversation- he knew that Duo Maxwell and their employer would be back any minute now to go over the presentation materials...

He smiled at them as they walked in- it was a shame that the both of them were such nice people, he thought. Too bad they would have to die.

~*~

Wufei stood back and just watched for a moment as Duo manipulated the tiny tool set with apparent ease, by means of the computer animation program. He had just finished calibrating one of the new comm links and was stretching his legs- he just happened to wander past where Duo was tweaking the new stealth system.

The braided man flashed him a smile. "This is the tricky part- the rest is real easy!"

He just grunted, not wanting to disturb his friend until he was done.

As Duo sat back again, flipping his cap backwards so that his braid protruded from beneath a well-bent rim, Wufei took a seat next to him. "What did you say to Heero, out of curiosity?"

Duo's smile was sad as he thought back to that night and the words he'd said. "I told him that I would shoot myself if he ever pulled something like that again."

"Maxwell! You wouldn't!"

Duo shook his head. "No- I probably wouldn't, but it worked, didn't it?" He turned to face his friend full on, and Wufei could clearly see the smile he wore.

The Preventer's frown slowly faded to a smile of his own, but drooped quickly. "He believed you- you scared the shit out of him, you know."

Duo nodded. "I'm aware of that, yes."

Wufei's frown deepened. "I do not approve of what he did, but you are also wrong to manipulate him like this, Maxwell."

Duo's eyes flashed menacingly. "I know that, Wu, but that's the way it is, got it?"

The Chinese Preventer backed away carefully from Shinigami. "Just remember that he loves you, as well, okay?"

Duo quickly wiped the scowl from his face and gave an apologetic smile. "You're just trying to help, Wu, and I'm sorry I'm all jumpy. I'll be a good boy, okay?"

Wufei smiled back. About the best anyone can expect from Duo Maxwell. "Very well, Duo. Now show me how this contraption works!"

~*~

Quatre jumped as a hand came down on his shoulder, but relaxed a fraction of a second later when he realized that it was just Trowa. The taller man wrapped his arms firmly around the small Arab. "Jumpy, love?"

The blond relaxed back into the comforting embrace. "A little. You?"

Trowa hid his tense smile in Quatre's hair and gave a "hn" in reply. His grip tightened.

Neither spoke for a moment, but Quatre's voice eventually broke the silence. "I had hoped that this was all behind us, Trowa. I thought it was over."

"Me, too," came the quiet reply, muffled still by the fact that Trowa's face was still buried in Quatre's hair. "It's like before- we don't have a choice."

"And that's my fault..."

"No! I don't want you to say that!" Trowa declared, his arms tightening painfully around the smaller Arab. "I swear, Quatre! If you did enough research, you could probably find a way to prove that you were responsible for the Fall of Rome! Enough of that!"

The blond lapsed into silence.

Trowa gently steered the other to his desk and sat him down. "Heero and I will be going with Rashid and the Sweepers, to watch over the new Gundams. Are you all going to be okay with that, really?" It had been discussed earlier, but everyone knew, at the time, that the reached consensus had been weak.

Quatre frowned. "I don't like it, but it has to be done. Duo and I can watch each other's backs, and Wufei will watch both of us. How about you two?"

Trowa shrugged. "We should be okay- unless it gets out, at least. It'll work- it has to."

Quatre wrapped his arms around the tall figure next to him and buried his face in a taught, warm abdomen. "I'll miss you, and I'll worry about you."

Trowa smiled and gently pressed the Arab back so he could look into his eyes. "Time will pass quickly, love. You'll see." He kissed the smaller man lingeringly.

Quatre was smiling again as they pulled apart. "Big in all the right places... Did you really have to say that? I'm never going to live it down..."

Trowa laughed. "I don't want you to! I quite like it up..."

Quatre gave in to another kiss, but his eyes flew wide open as Trowa lifted him out of his chair and set him down on his desk, nimble fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. "Trowa... ahh... the security cameras..."

The tall pilot pushed his lover's shirt back off his shoulders. "Feed right into Heero's monitoring station... he'll deal..." He caught the Arab's lips in another kiss.

The blond barely had a moment to laugh at the thought of Heero's expression as he caught an eyeful of them before Trowa's lips were once again on his, and he gave in without a thought. Hot breath bathed his skin and his breath came out in a tight hiss as he felt lips trailing down his chest.

Trowa smiled against Quatre's stomach. Given the number of times he and the others had been forced to listen through Heero's rather... vocal... performances in bed with his braided lover, he figured this was the only appropriate form of payback. He pulled down Quatre's fly with a sound like a ragged sigh, expertly stripping the other pilot and engulfing the man's harness in his mouth with a hard groan of longing.

Quatre moaned loudly- there was something divinely nasty about doing this in his office... And it felt so good... he could feel Trowa's cunning fingers working along his backside, and he moaned again at the image in his mind- impaling himself on Trowa's lap, panting for breath as he rode the other pilot as hard as they could take it...

Trowa could read the other man's mind and smiled wickedly as he pushed one lube slicked finger into Quatre. His own hardness was aching to be touched, but he forced himself to concentrate on the man in front of him, panting heavily now as his back arched off the desk in a helplessly graceful line. The blond angel, who was currently moaning to him, "God, Trowa, please hurry... ahhh..."

Quatre cried out as Trowa stretched him carefully- the taller man was teasing him sadistically, taking him to the edge with talented lips only to pull back again, all the while manipulating that special spot inside of him with unerring accuracy and skill... "Trowa... now! Do it now!"

The green-eyed man needed no more encouraging. Releasing the other man's weeping arousal reluctantly, he lifted Quatre off the desk and into his lap, groaning in pure ecstasy as he felt himself sliding into that incredible, tight heat...

Quatre threw his head back as he lowered himself onto Trowa, not stopping until the other was fully sheathed inside of him, and then rocking his hips in gentle, circular motions until he was fully adjusted-

Trowa's eyes flew shut as he nearly screamed- Quatre pulled himself away only to give a powerful thrust of his hips that was more powerful than before- the heat was so good, so incredible-

Trowa growled as his arms wrapped around the lighter frame of his lover and lifted him onto the desk- he pulled almost all the way out, before thrusting back into Quatre hard, causing the smaller man to cry out in shocked excitement as Trowa hit the right spot in him. He panted and moaned as the thrusts became stronger and harder-

A hand wrapped itself around his arousal and pumped, and Quatre lost it. Screaming his lover's name, he came hard, spurting himself onto their chests as his insides tightened around Trowa...

The green-eyed man felt it happen for his lover, felt the incredible heat around him tightening... His mind was blanketed by a sheet of blinding pleasure. He collapsed back into the desk chair, pulling Quatre with him roughly as he came, shooting his seed deep into the other man.

The two clung to each other, panting for breath as they waited for the world to stop spinning, in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Trowa's lips were parted as his head leaned back against the chair, face spread into a satisfied, sated smirk. "Love you, Cat..."

The blond licked at a droplet of sweat that was making its way down Trowa's arched neck. "Love you, too."

They both turned their heads and looked up at the security camera for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. They hoped Heero appreciated the show!

~*~

Patience had never been a virtue that Duo Maxwell had truly aspired to- he exercised it when he had to, but it was a foreign word to him at all other times. Such as now.

He stared at the backs of the various scientists in the room with a frown on his face. It had to be one of them- the traitor was in the same room with him, and the very thought of it nauseated him completely. One of the men in the room was willing to plunge the world into another horrifying war, another hideous scar on the face of humanity...

Or someone else with access to this room. He watched as a maintenance man walked in, looking very out of place in his grey coveralls, shuffling back and forth to empty wastepaper bins and clear away old, cold cups of stale, day-old coffee. It was always possible that it was one of them. In truth, it could be anyone.

His frown lightened as he leaned back and felt the comforting bulk of his holstered gun against his side and the sheathed bowie knife in the small of his back, under his jacket. He wasn't leaving the room until the scientific team was done with those disks- he had their machines rigged so that any copying of the data to another location would alert his attention. Genesis was his project, and he would be damned before he'd let it fall into enemy hands on his watch!

Howard appeared at his side and casually mimicked his pose, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. "How's it going, kid?"

Duo smiled, though his eyes never left the group in front of them. "Great, just great, man."

Howard recognized that particular smile and he flinched- he had hoped, as Duo himself had, that he would be able to leave that face behind him. "You think it's one of them?" he asked quietly, pointing at the scientists with a jerk of his chin.

Duo's eyes swept over the room again. "Probably. Maybe not... Hell, I don't know!"

Howard gave his young friend a concerned look. "I'm sure you'll catch him..."

"But when, Howard? That's the question- are we gonna find the asshole before it's too late, or what?" Duo's face slid back into a pensive frown. "When will people learn? Is it even worth it to protect them, or is this one big joke?"

Howard shook his head. "I dunno about some of that stuff, kid, but you know that none of you could ever just give it up! You think Heero would?"

Duo's eyes softened at the mention of his lover. "No," he replied, after taking a moment to think, "he doesn't know the meaning of the phrase 'give up'. None of us really do." His eyes swiped over the room again, and he was surprised when the maintenance man met his gaze for a short moment.

He felt a flash of adrenaline as the other man looked away quickly, suddenly seeming highly interested by a smudge on the otherwise pristine white walls of the lab. Duo smiled to himself as he memorized the face and sent a quick e-mail to Heero, his eyes still scanning the room as his fingers flew over the keyboard. He was certain of it- that man knew something!

~*~

"Umm, sir?"

Wufei turned in surprise. Most people avoided him on principle, something about attracting the attention of a law enforcement officer... "Yes?"

He didn't recognize this man- dressed in dusty grey coveralls, the man was slightly shorter than Duo was, with short blond hair and brown eyes. The man looked nervous as he said, "I'm just a janitor, ya know, but I work down in the labs sometimes..."

Wufei's ears perked up at the word 'labs,' but he carefully hid any expression from showing on his face. "And so?"

The janitor licked dry lips as his eyes darted around. "I think... aw hell, Maxwell's gonna ask about me anyway- I think I might know something for you guys."

Something... about the labs? And what's this about Duo? The Chinese's eyes narrowed sharply, and the other man felt a jolt of cold fear running through him- this one was like Maxwell and Winner, only less veiled than they were. He didn't have their relaxed air.

Wufei looked up to see Heero heading straight for them, his eyes glued to the janitor and looking almost predatory. He quickly made up his mind. "Very well- we'll take your statement."

Heero's hand came down heavily on the man's shoulder, and the brown eyes went wide in sudden fear- he had avoided the security chief as best as he could, though the man was a frequent visitor to the labs, to talk with Maxwell...

Wufei met his friend's eyes and gave a shake of the head to indicate that they had nothing to fear from this man. He jerked his head towards a secure conference facility. "Shall we?"

The Japanese man merely grunted as he took the janitor's arm and led him that way. Now that no one was looking, he allowed himself a small smile. Duo's instincts were always to be trusted!

~*~

Duo was scowling again as he watched the group in front of him. The presentation had been a pre-manufactured thing, needing only minimal technical touch-ups, so why was it taking so long? He needed to get those disks back!

He wondered vaguely what that janitor had been about. Duo never forgot a face, and he had seen the man around many times, but he had a hard time believing... He would have to be a complete idiot to even come close to letting me make eye contact with him like that if he was the one- this person is smarter than that! So what... trying to get our attention? A guy who knows something and wants to spill it?

He looked up and gave a quick smile as Trowa joined him. The taller man leaned in to whisper, "Heero got your message- the guy apparently went to Wufei and was talking to him when Heero found them. Quatre joined them for a quick interview."

Duo nodded and spared his friend a smile. "Poor guy- he probably wanted to talk to me so he wouldn't have to talk to Heero!"

Trowa snickered. "No offence meant, but your koi's an intimidating bastard!"

Duo gave a short laugh as well. "That he is," he replied proudly.

They both turned back to the team of scientists in front of them. It seemed that a few of them were arguing some point or another- Trowa rolled his eyes. Why was it that these types always had to put on a show? Stinking desk jockeys...

All the same, he could feel a certain amount of tension in the room, and he spared a glance for his friend next to him-

Duo's face was completely emotionless, even his eyes giving an impression of cold fire. It sobered Trowa quickly- something was bringing Shinigami to the surface.

Something was definitely going to happen.

~*~

He felt a pit growing in his stomach- they knew something was up. Maxwell was watching too carefully, no matter how relaxed he looked over there...

The Doctor felt his heart skip a beat as he watched Duo push off from the wall nonchalantly and make his way to an e-mail terminal, he followed the path the braided man's eyes had traveled...

A janitor. A janitor had set him off... I'm safe- I know I am... I've always looked around and made sure no one was there, haven't I? Did I get careless?

He felt his heart freeze. It was completely possible that he wouldn't have noticed a janitor... He patted his pocket and felt reassured momentarily as he watched the braided man resuming his passive stance out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't combat trained, and these men were gundam pilots. If he was caught... he was not going to get away. But at least he'd take one of them with him!

~*~

The janitor's name was Frederick Merril, and he was 26 years old, a native of Boston, back on Earth. He had an ex-wife, to whom he sent 21 percent of his monthly paycheck. He lived in one of the small, boarding sections of the Facility, played badminton in the Facility gym on his free time, and liked to go out for a drink with the guys on Fridays after work.

He was a normal Joe.

And he was now terribly nervous as he looked at the four people facing him. It had been bad enough when it was just the Chinese Preventer and the WEI Security Chief, but then a Preventer Colonel had walked in, bringing Quatre Winner himself with her... I should have just gone right up to him and told him what I know- instead I'm here, and that asshole is back at the lab...

Sally handled the interrogation. "You indicated to Preventer Chang that you had some information for us. Would you like something to drink before we ask our questions?"

Freddie Merril shook his head. He just wanted to get out of there as fast as he could!

Sally Po scooted forward in her chair. "Back in the lab, about twenty minutes ago, you deliberately made eye contact with Mr. Duo Maxwell. Why?"

Merril gave a nervous laugh. "I figured it would be easier to talk to him than the rest of you, but I chickened out. Heh- he clued you in on me, didn't he?"

Sally gave the man an encouraging smile, but he saw steel glinting in her eyes behind it and did not allow himself to relax. She asked, "What were you going to tell him?"

Merril looked up and over at his employer- Quatre gave him an encouraging nod, but it didn't truly make him feel better. "I overheard a conversation... a short while ago. This morning, when I went in to do the floor.

"I heard one of the scientists in there, making some sort of call, and I wanted to back out and leave- give him some privacy, ya know?" Merril nervously shifted in his chair. "But then I heard... He was telling his niece something- saying he couldn't get his hands on the disks to copy them, and security was too tight here for another break in attempt. She got angry at him."

Heero's intense stare pinned the man to his spot. "She? She who?"

Merril tried to meet that stare, but looked away quickly. "I don't know who- he called her 'Lena.' He said something to her in some foreign language, too- I think it was French..."

Quatre scooted forward, noting that Wufei was already plugging away at his keyboard, with a light in his eyes that said quite clearly that he had an idea. "Did he say anything else? Any hints of what he was planning?"

Merril shook his head. "He was in a hurry to get off the line- told her never to call him here again. He was real nervous, like- it was shortly before you and Mr. Maxwell showed up with the disks, sir."

"And we get to the last real question. Mr. Merril," Sally said encouragingly, her excitement showing in her face. "Who was this mysterious person?"

But just as Merril was about to say the name, Wufei slapped the table hard, making them all jump nervously. "Of course! I can't believe we didn't catch it before! Idiots!"

Quatre turned to the Chinese man questioningly. "Wufei?"

The Chinese man wore an evil smile. "What's the English equivalent for the French word 'moulin', Quatre?"

The blond shrugged easily. "Mill, what..." His voice trailed off as it hit him, as well.

Heero was already on his feet and headed for the door as Wufei turned his computer screen to show the record of a call made at the right time from the lab that morning. Freddie Merril nodded and pointed to it. "That's him! Doctor James Millston!"

~*~

Trowa was about to shake Duo- the other pilot was so tense that he could practically feel it tingling in the air, making the hairs on his arms raise and setting his own stomach roiling angrily. Then again, Duo almost always had a reason for it...

Both of them jumped as their communicators went off- they looked down simultaneously, and two sets of eyes widened as Sally spoke to them, her eyes radiating cold anger-

Duo looked up and saw red as James Millston met his gaze evenly, then smiled at him coldly. The braided man exploded into action, drawing his gun from its hidden holster faster than most people could blink.

Shouts of confusion went up as the scientific team saw a gun in front of them- they drew back quickly from the look in Duo's eyes, though the braided man paid no heed to any of them. Only two people were registering in his mind, his target and his partner, sliding into the shadows to creep around...

Millston swore as he grabbed hold of his superior and drew out a small handgun of his own. "Do you want this man's death on your hands, Gundam pilot? You might shoot me, but I'll take him with me."

Duo glared evilly. "We trusted you, James! Genesis is about making new lives, not destroying them!" I just need to keep him talking...

The man laughed. "New lives for everyone, once the Earth Sphere has a new leader!"

Duo saw an opening and went for it. "New leader? You mean Madeleine Dumoulin- your niece? That crackpot, hell-bitch psycho who makes Lady Une look well-adjusted?"

Millston growled, "Never insult someone you haven't a chance in hell of understanding, idiot boy! As if you could possibly comprehend what she works for..."

Duo made himself laugh. "Her? Try this- she wants to 'liberate' the people of Earth, meaning set herself up as a quasi-dictator psycho-slut. Sorry, I'll pass on that!"

Millston growled and quickly shifted his aim, but at that moment several things happened at once. As Millston shifted to aim at Duo, he shoved his captive at some of the other scientists, while Trowa moved forward from behind and a door flew open, an angry Heero Yuy stalking through-

And all he could see was some man holding a gun on his lover.

James Millston was fortunate that Heero didn't have the time to act. "Say goodnight" were the last words he heard before something hit him hard from behind and blackness claimed him.

~*~

Heero rushed to Duo's side and quickly patted him over, not trusting his eyes to do a thorough-enough examination. The braided man calmly waited for him to finish before uncocking his automatic and holstering it. "I'm okay, One. Target is down."

Quatre and Wufei burst through the doors just as the other two reached Trowa and his captive- the other people in the room were staying far back, eyes wide in fright as they tried to understand what had just happened.

The blond walked right up to his lover and squeezed a tense shoulder. "You got him."

Trowa nodded.

Duo flipped his gun to Wufei as he turned and scanned over the crowd of onlookers- he strode over towards the project lead and would-be hostage with as open an expression as he could manage. "Larry? You okay?"

Laurence Parkinson was shaking from head to toe. It had been too fast for him- one moment, they were trying to decide how to best display the chemical coding of Genesis, and the next moment, there was a gun to his head as someone he thought to be his friend faced down yet another person who was supposed to be a friend... He sank into a chair, feeling suddenly naked as the others backed away and Duo approached him. "He called you... Gundam pilot."

Duo smiled again as he faced the other man, one hand mechanically retrieving the data disks and slipping them into a pocket on his person. "Yup- he had that one right. Surprised?"

Larry Parkinson stared openly. Some of the others- Heero, Wufei- he could see it of them. But... Duo Maxwell? He just didn't seem the right type of person... "He was..."

Duo swatted at the air, feeling a sense of relief as Quatre walked over. "He was the leak, Larry."

Duo backed away as Quatre was hit with a barrage of questions- he could tell that Larry and the others were intimidated by him now. He felt Heero's comforting presence next to him, a hand stroking down his back, and he leaned into it. So much for my cover story- as if they'll trust me again...

The surprises weren't over yet, though. Quatre turned in the middle of all the questions and motioned his four friends closer. The pleasant look faded from his face as he turned back to his employees. "You have a right to know what I'm about to tell you, but I have to insist that you follow our rules on this. Duo's not the only one in this room who had piloted a Gundam."

Several sets of eyes widened as the blond continued, "All five of us have. And now that you know this, I'm afraid you have a very important decision to make.

"Any man who refuses to keep this secret will not leave this room alive."

~*~

It was a good three hours before they finally left the laboratory. Duo yelped in surprise as he was tugged by the hand sharply- he had no choice but to follow Heero into the small side room.

Heero once again ran long-fingered hands over his lover's body carefully, as though searching for injuries. "Are you sure you're alright..."

Duo gave a light laugh. "I'm fine, love."

"But he was holding a gun on you- he might have shot you," Heero insisted, running his fingers up into Duo's hair, now, holding the other man's face steady as he looked up into violet eyes that smiled back down into his.

Duo's arms snaked around the other man and pulled him forward until their bodies were flush against one another. "He didn't get a chance to, love. I swear it to you- I'm just fine." He leaned forward and kissed Heero gently.

The hands in his hair tightened as Heero clung to him and deepened the kiss. Duo felt conscious thought evaporating as he gave in to the kiss, running his tongue along the other man's and gasping as he felt Heero's hardness against him.

They broke for air, and Duo hugged his lover close against him, stroking a hand down his back and humming soothingly as Heero slowly ceased shaking against him. Pulling back from the hug, Heero pinned his lover with a look. "Your life never was cheap."

Duo felt something inside aching terribly as Heero spoke- yes, he had said that the night before, but he never thought Heero would fixate on it all so clearly. "Neither is yours, okay? It's of great value to me."

Heero gave a weak smile. "You forgive me, right?"

Duo returned the look, tightening his hold. "You bet!" He brushed his lips over Heero's gently before he stepped back and took the other man's hand firmly in his own. He gave a wicked little smile. "I'll promise you something- tonight, I'll show you precisely how forgiven you are... and until then we have to get back to the guys, okay?"

Heero's smile took on an evil gleam, as well. "And sometime, I have to show you what the security camera picked up."

Duo gave his lover a strange look as they headed out and down the hallway. "If it's that cute scene between you and Relena where you told her to go to Hell..."

Heero's rare laugh brightened the hallway as they disappeared around a corner. "Oh no- something ever better!"

~*~

Duo's eyes were still wide as the door closed behind the lovers that night. "God- in his office! I'm never going to be able to keep a straight face in there ever again!"

Heero laughed again as he grabbed hold of the end of Duo's braid and removed the band that held the plait together. This night was special- he and Trowa would be leaving in the morning, along with Howard and the Manguanacs.

Duo found that he was speechless as he felt his hair falling around him- those sensuous hands worked their way to his shoulders and then down his back in lazy circles. He wrapped his arms around Heero and leaned his forehead down against the other man's shoulder, simply allowing the Japanese man to direct his movements. Hands slipped beneath his shirt and up the taught muscles of his back. Gasping at the touch, he began kissing his way up Heero's shoulder to his neck, where he nibbled gently, his tongue dancing over the other man's pulse.

Heero never failed to melt when Duo kissed him like that- his hands found the other man's ass and squeezed, rocking Duo's hips forward against his own. He moaned appreciatively as hardness met hardness through layers of cloth. "You never fail to amaze me. God- I love you..."

Duo smiled as he kissed the open arch of neck and pressed himself against his lover even tighter. "I'm going to miss you." Another kiss.

Heero's hands came around Duo's body, pushing up the t-shirt until he could pull it off the other man gently, so as not to snag any of the American's hair. His hands splayed across Duo's chest before running down his sides and moving to the fastenings of his jeans. Blue eyes locked with violet as he popped the button and released the zipper-

Duo lost himself in feeling as he felt his clothes stripped away- he was drowning in Heero's eyes, muscles quivering, his voice shaking as Heero rubbed his still clothed body over him and he cried out, eyes drifting shut as lips met lips and he felt himself being tasted and savoured.

Heero loved the feeling of Duo's body in his hands, the firm muscles moving beneath smooth, glowing skin, hair cascading around them, the faint smell of cologne on the air... Duo's voice calling to him- "God, Heero... please..."

Duo's hands were under his shirt, pulling it off of him, pulling him by the belt to their bed and down on top of him as the violet-eyed angel let himself fall backwards, legs parted in invitation. Full lips that begged for his kiss, a body that commanded his adoration- the fingers of one hand curling around Duo's hardness as he kissed the man passionately, the other hand lost in Duo's glorious fall of hair.

The long-haired man found Heero's nipples and rolled them in his fingers, smiling at the sound it drew from his lover, the husky groan and the thrust of his still clothed hips against Duo's body beneath him. Heero's mouth was on his chest, tongue teasing and dancing over his pulse. He obediently opened his lips to admit two fingers as he thrust into Heero's hand, his entire body thrilling to every touch, each lick and nibble, each pull on his throbbing hardness.

The two slickened fingers were teasing at his entrance, pushing into him and stretching him. Duo cried out again and again as Heero hit the right spot inside of him, another finger, even a fourth... The long-haired pilot moaned loudly. "Please... God, Heero! Fuck me now..."

Heero's tongue ran up Duo's arched neck, tracing a line of sweat as he tore his own pants off, needing to feel the body beneath his, to complete it and bury himself deep inside of Duo. He rubbed the sensitive head of his erection over Duo's body with a drawn-out moan, and as he thrust-

He buried himself in the other pilot with one powerful thrust, hissing in pleasure as he heard Duo calling his name in unmistakable tones of ecstasy.

Duo could no longer think as he felt Heero thrusting into him. He could only feel, the pulsating, searing pleasure of being filled and loved, taken over the edge of sanity as the hardness inside of him pulled out and plunged back into the depths of his body, clearing a path to his soul. He met each thrust with one of his own, panting brokenly as Heero unerringly hit his prostate, whimpering and moaning as he felt a hand stroking his own weeping erection and a hot, sensuous mouth on his own, tongue imitating their more intimate joining.

Duo's hands gripped Heero's shoulders in a bruising hold as he cried out again and again, riding endless waves of pleasure with each shuddering breath. The Japanese pilot broke their kiss to breathe-

Violet eyes opened, pupils dilated by passion as they met Heero's blue. Love, shining and burning in both chests and minds as they cried out simultaneously, heads snapping back as bodies gave one last shuddering thrust and reached their climax, declarations of love ringing in their heads as Heero's essence spurt deep within Duo and Duo came hard on their chests and hands.

Bodies pressed together, the two panted for breath, Heero absently giving gentle thrusts of his hips that made the long-haired man moan and clench the muscles that surrounded Heero's already hardening member. Violet eyes took on a wicked gleam as Duo rolled them over, straddling across Heero's lap, and lifted himself slowly.

Heero gasped as their hands met and clenched together- Duo slowly impaled himself on the other man, inch by inch sliding into the lubricated, pulsing heat that was Duo. The Japanese man writhed on the bed as Duo rode him slowly, small thrusts and pumps of his hips as a slim-fingered hand moved down his own body to stroke himself...

Duo felt a jolt of excitement as Heero's hands finally attached themselves to his sides and began to guide his movements, the hardened member meeting each movement he made now as he continued to touch himself, stroking in time with the thrusts up into his body.

Heero's arms wrapped around his torso, and Duo suddenly found himself against the hard, muscular chest of his lover as a breaking voice whispered in his ear, "Don't tease!"

Duo cried out as he was held immobile by those arms while Heero began to thrust harder and deeper than before, finally flipping him onto his back as he abandoned control and pounded into Duo, his mind knowing nothing but all-encompassing pleasure and the sound of Duo's voice, "YES! Heero- oh God, harder, yes! HEERO!"

Duo's insides clenched down on him, the heat and pressure shattering his mind as he creamed and released himself into the other pilot. Heero clung to his lover tightly as wave after wave of it poured into and through his mind. He felt lips on his and kissed back as though it was his last living moment and this was all that mattered, his body still coming as he gave one last thrust and collapsed, utterly spent.

He eventually recovered enough to prop himself up on an elbow and stare down into Duo's face- the violet-eyed man stared back up at him with a soft, gentle smile. He brushed a kiss over Duo's swollen lips. To think that he was going to have to leave this wonderful creature in the morning...

Duo cradled Heero against him as he felt the other man begin to shudder hard, wrapping his arms around him and whispering words in his ear, rubbing his back gently, planting little kisses along his neck. "Sh- love, we will be fine. I'm here, Heero. I'm here, I love you..."

Heero drew back finally, his eyes wide in his face as he brushed stray strands of hair from Duo's face. "You be careful, do you hear me?" He brushed Duo's lips again.

Duo had tears in his eyes as he nodded solemnly, holding Heero's face steady between both hands. "You, too, Yuy. I'm not losing you again!"

Heero smiled, his heart breaking anew as he watched the smile grow to replace the frown that had been on Duo's face mere seconds before. "Never again, Duo. We belong to each other."

Duo felt his heart flutter at those words. Did Heero mean what he thought he meant? He smiled back. "Forever, and don't you forget it." He pulled his lover down for another kiss.

Heero cradled his lover against his chest as they fell asleep still joined.

TBC...

 

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