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Satisfied	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wufei swiped a towel down his face and shut down the head saw. He stepped out of the box and waved to Duo. He cut his fingers across his neck and held up five fingers. The braided man nodded, dropping off his saw to toss the wood faster down the belt.
“Five more minutes, kiddos!”
The other cutters nodded and picked up the pace in hopes of cleaning off the belt. Wufei air-hosed off the head saw before getting the log report from Pete. He hopped down as the trim saws shut down and Duo started on the counts while the others started cleaning. He set the log report down and grabbed a broom, climbing under the head saw to sweep out the piles of sawdust beneath it.
“Chang!”
He rolled to his side to see Mike. “Yeah?”
“Bill wants ya!”
He nodded and crawled out from under the saw. “Is the rip saw area clean?” Mike nodded. “Good,” he shoved the broom toward him. “Start under here for me, will you?”
“Not a problem.”
Wufei dusted himself off and moved to the doorway. He tipped his safety glasses to the top of his head and pulled his ear plugs out as they stepped outside.
“The numbers are looking really good.”
He nodded. “We got Duo back and the new cutters are working out well.”
“How would you and Maxwell like some overtime?”
“When?”
“This weekend. I wanted to get a head start on some orders.”
He shook his head. “Can't do it this weekend. What about next?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Are you finally getting a life?”
He grunted. “Duo hasn't really been giving me a choice lately.”
“So, what are the plans, if you don't mind my asking.” A slight blush raised to the man's face and Bill smirked. “So, there is something between the two of you.”
“No... well, yes, but that has nothing to do with this weekend.”
Bill grinned. “Come on, tell me.”
He sighed. “We sort of tricked a friend of ours who isn't so keen on the outdoors into camping last weekend. He turned the tables on us and demanded we return the favor of being out of our comfort zones. He called last night to let us know that it was set up for this weekend.”
“What was?” Bill prodded.
He looked away. “Well, he's a designer and wants us to... help him promote.”
Bill stared at him a moment, then snorted softly before it turned into a hearty laugh. “You... and Maxwell... are you serious?”
“Blow it out your ass,” he muttered.
“Hey, Fei, I got the...” Duo frowned as Bill looked at him and laughed harder. “What's so funny?”
“Nothing,” Wufei grumbled, taking the counts sheet from Duo. He looked it over. “Anyone on the chipper?”
“Mike and Pete.”
“All right. Thanks, Duo.”
He nodded and ducked back into the mill. Bill finally settled down and took the counts Wufei held out to him.
“Finished?”
“Sorry, it's just that modeling, you, and Maxwell seem like an oxymoron when you throw them together.”
He shrugged. “Like I said, we tricked him so he wants revenge.”
“Well then,” he snickered softly, “good luck with that.”
He snorted. “If there's nothing else, I'm going to help finish the clean up so we can get out of here at a decent time.”
“All right.”
Wufei returned to the mill, but there wasn't much left to do. He helped shovel the remaining sawdust to the belt and cut it off. “Time to go!”
They filed to the time clock and Wufei waited as others punched their cards.
“What time are we supposed to be there?” Duo asked.
“Six.”
“Where y'all going?” Amanda asked as they walked to the main office for their checks.
Duo shook his head. “Trust me, you don't want to know.”
“We could call and tell him we're sick.”
“Quatre would kill us. He didn't back out of the camping trip. If we chicken out of this, we'll never hear the end of it.”
He sighed and glared at his boss as the man chuckled while handing him his check. “I wouldn't find it so humorous if I were you. We're getting paid two thousand each for two days. If we do well, you never know what may happen.”
Bill's mirth deflated quickly. “You wouldn't quit on me, would you?”
He spared the man a sweet smile as he passed by. “You never know.”
“You told him!” Duo raced after the Chinese man.
“He wanted us to work overtime this weekend.”
Duo frowned. “You mean he handed us the perfect excuse and you turned it down?”
“Weren't you the one saying we shouldn't chicken out?”
He sighed. “Fine, but I expect some nice compensation for this.”
Wufei smirked. “Heero's going to be there, you know.”
Duo brightened. “And how are you feeling?”
“No pain at all.”
“Why would you be in pain?” They both looked to Amanda who was grinning widely. “And who's Heero?”
“Heero's our-” Wufei clamped a hand to Duo's mouth.
“One more word and I swear I'll castrate you in your sleep.”
Amanda's eyes widened slightly. “All right, then, I'd rather not be the cause of Duo losing the family jewels, so I think I'll go now.”
Wufei removed his hand and Duo stared at him. “Are you that ashamed of us?”
“It's none of her business what we do when we're not here.”
Duo sighed. “I'm not ashamed of y'all. I'd be honored for people to know that I've earned not only your respect, but Heero's, as well. I love you, Fei. And I love Heero. I won't deny that to anyone, especially not to myself.”
He climbed into his truck and left before Wufei could even move. He watched the braided man peel out of the parking lot and leaned against his car, rubbing his face.
“You and Maxwell have a fight?”
He looked up to Mike. “Something like that.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
He sighed. “We're in a... rather unusual situation and he thinks I'm ashamed of it.”
Mike frowned. “I wouldn't call a gay relationship 'unusual'.”
He licked his lips. “We met someone at a club about a month back,” he whispered softly. “We've been seeing him ever since.”
Mike frowned. “Wait, you've been dating the same guy? I thought you two had hooked up.”
He grimaced. “We did.”
His brows raised. “Oh... wow. So, it's a three-way?'
“Yeah.”
He shook his head. “Damn, Chang, if you can keep up with two at a time, more power to you.”
He frowned. “Don't you think it's... bizarre?”
He shrugged. “What does it matter? You see a lot of stuff like this lately.”
A tentative smile raised to his lips. “I guess so.”
“But I do have a quick question. You were moving kind of slow earlier in the week. What exactly caused that? Aren't you used to... you know?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You don't really want to know, do you?”
“I'm an open minded guy.”
He took a breath, fighting the blush that tried to rise to his cheeks. “They both got it in their heads that they wanted me at the same time.”
He stared at Wufei in confusion for a moment before realization dawned and he gaped. “You mean... they both... at the same time?”
He bit the inside corner of his lip. “Yeah.”
He snorted and shook his head. “You're one tough bastard.”
Wufei glanced at his watch. “I need to go. I have somewhere to be.”
Mike nodded. “Just make sure to make things right with Maxwell. He's a cheeky bastard, but he really does care for you.”
“I know. Thanks. See you Monday.” He made a quick stop at the bank to deposit his check before heading to his apartment and hopping in the shower. He went through his mail and sat at his computer in his robe with his hair in a towel. After checking his email and paying the bills online, he pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt before brushing his hair and pulling it back in a pony tail.
He threw a TV dinner in the microwave and glanced at the time. He still had a little over an hour before he had to be at the studio and it only took about twenty minutes to get there according to Quatre's directions. He was nervous about the shoot. Models were supposed to be sexy and he didn't have a clue how to pull that off.
Duo constantly teased him about being sexy, but Wufei tended to chalk it up to the braided man needed his eyes examined. He ate slowly, not really hungry due to the butterflies in his stomach. It was stupid. Duo would probably laugh at him for being so nervous over having some pictures taken, but he couldn't help it.
He watched the news, then did the dishes and groaned as he realized it was time to go.
Duo wasn't doing much better, but his frustration lay more with the situation with Wufei than it did the photo shoot. He'd known the Chinese man was more reserved than he or Heero. It wasn't fair of him to say what he had. Just because Wufei preferred to keep their private life private, didn't mean he was ashamed.
He pulled into the parking lot and found Wufei sitting in his car, staring up at the building with trepidation. He tapped on the window and Wufei jumped slightly before climbing out of the car.
“I'm sorry about earlier.”
Wufei shook his head. “I'm the one who's sorry. I'm not ashamed of you or Heero.”
Duo pulled him to his chest and kissed him softly. “I know you're not. You ready for this?”
He grunted. “Don't have much choice, do I?”
Duo chuckled as they made their way into the building. They were guided to a room where Quatre was going through a rack of clothes. Heero and Trowa, who were watching from a sofa by the wall, smirked when the pair entered. Wufei rewarded them with the finger.
Quatre glanced to the pair, fully in his element. His attire was back to its normal flair and glossed lips smiled brightly. “Go with Gavin over there and he'll get your make-up done.”
“Make-up!” Duo exclaimed.
He took their hands and pulled them to the make-up artist. “It's normal for shoots and things. Actors wear it all the time.”
“If he comes near me with eye shadow, I'm decking him.”
Gavin laughed. “No eye shadow, Mr. Maxwell, I promise.”
Trowa and Heero managed to keep their chuckles at bay until the pair was pulled from the room. Quatre quirked an eyebrow. “Heero?”
“Hm?”
“Go with them.”
The hotel owner froze. “What?”
“There's something I'd like you to wear for me.”
Trowa burst out laughing at the horrified expression on Heero's face. “I'm an innocent party! I had nothing to do with you going camping.”
He batted thick lashes and pouted. “But, Heero, I designed it specifically for you.”
Heero stared at the blond helplessly for a long moment before pushing to his feet. “You are evil.”
He smiled sweetly. “I know. Now go get dolled up.” He blew a kiss at the Japanese man and laughed softly as he received a snort in return.
Heero had posed for magazines before, so he wasn't completely ignorant of how photo shoots worked, but those had always been intended for business purposes. He was not used to the type of clothes Quatre put him in; although, even he had to admit it looked good.
The black suit was far from traditionally tailored. The lapels had a blue strip of material half an inch thick and an inch in from the edges. The same strip was on the upper edges of the pockets. The shirt he'd been given to wear beneath it was several shades lighter than the strip and the buttons ended several inches down his chest.
Quatre buttoned the jacket and stepped back, eyeing him critically. He nodded, a slow smile coming to his lips. “Perfect. I need to check on Wufei and Duo. Go ahead and let Tim get some shots of you.”
Quatre moved to the dressing room where Wufei was giving one of the blond's assistants quite a rant.
“I don't care what you say; there was no need to touch me there!”
The woman sighed. “If you want extra material making your hind end look flabby, that's your business, but it's not gonna happen on my shoot.”
“They're too tight as it is.”
Quatre rolled his eyes. “Wufei, you're confusing proper fit for too tight. Take your pants off.”
He flushed slightly and stepped out of the white pants, staring at the ceiling as Quatre buttoned up the red shirt he wore. The assistant took the pants to the sewing machine and quickly made the alteration.
“How can you be comfortable in stuff like this?”
Quatre quirked an eyebrow. “It's silk, Wufei.”
He grunted noncommittally and reluctantly took the pants back. He slid into them, thankful he'd opted for white boxer briefs. He was pretty sure the white material of the pants was thick enough not to show any color he may have worn, but he was glad he wouldn't have to risk it.
Quatre stepped back and circled Wufei, smiling softly at the dragon on the back of the shirt. He nodded and moved back to stand in front of Wufei.
“You look great.”
“Sure,” he grumbled, trying to tug the shirt down to cover the strip of skin showing between it and the low-riding pants. A knock came to the door and Duo leaned in.
“Hey, Quat, are you...” His eyes fell to Wufei and all the moisture left his mouth.
Wufei frowned. “I know I look stupid, stop staring at me like that.”
Duo shook his head. “You look far from stupid.”
He flushed. “And you need your eyes examined.”
Duo grunted and leaned back out the door. Heero glanced in and licked his lips. “Quatre, how much does that outfit cost?”
The blond smiled. “If you can get him out of the room, I'll give it for free.”
Wufei forgot his embarrassment as the door opened to reveal a full view of his lovers. He'd never seen Duo in anything other than jeans or sweatpants. Now the braided man wore tan slacks and a tailored jacket. He wore a deep purple shirt underneath along with a tie that draped a little loosely beneath the unbuttoned collar of the shirt. And, although Heero was at home in a suit, this one screamed pleasure whereas his others were all business. They each took his hands and pulled him out to the studio.
“Mr. Winner, would you like to look over the shots of Mr. Yuy and Mr. Maxwell?”
He nodded and moved to the photographer. The question reminded Wufei why they were there and his eyes shot to the backdrop, lights, and camera. He shook his head.
“I can't do this.”
“It really isn't that difficult, Wufei,” Duo said softly. “You just do as Tim tells you.”
“I'm gonna make an idiot of myself.”
“No you won't,” Heero disagreed.
“Looks good,” Quatre murmured. “All right, let's get some singles of Wufei and then I want some of all three.”
Tim nodded and looked to the Asian who appeared to be ready to bolt or throw up. “Um, Mr. Winner, are you sure he's up for this?”
Quatre's brows drew together and he crossed to Wufei. “Are you really that nervous about this?”
“I look like an idiot and I'm going to make a fool of myself.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Why do you think that?”
“Because models are supposed to be amazingly attractive and sexy. I can't pull that off no matter what clothes you put me in.”
Duo sighed, rubbing his eyes, Heero shook his head, and Quatre gaped. If he hadn't known Wufei, he would have thought he was fishing for compliments. He tugged the hoop in his ear. How could anyone be that alluring and not know it?
“I can't believe you're that oblivious.”
Wufei frowned. “What?”
Quatre didn't answer. He grabbed Wufei's wrist and pulled him to the backdrop, sitting him on a chair hidden beneath a white sheet.
“Prop your left foot on the chair.”
“Don't I get shoes?”
“No. Loosely lay your hands on your foot and relax slightly but keep your shoulders back.”
Quatre tucked the hair behind Wufei's left ear and let the right side drape over his shoulder. He stepped away. “Ready?”
He looked to Heero and Duo and they smiled encouragingly. A flash brought his attention back to the photographer. The man smiled. “Lower your chin slightly.” He did as told and took a breath. Tim shook his head. “Don't look so scared.”
“How the hell am I supposed to look?”
Duo and Heero exchanged glances before the Japanese man held up a hand and crossed to Wufei. Duo grinned as the Japanese man put his hands to the arms of the chair and kissed Wufei, surprising a gasp out of him before it turned into a low moan. The kiss lasted for several minutes before Heero pulled away and backed toward the camera.
Tim grinned at the sultry expression on the Chinese man's face as he gazed at his lover in almost a daze. An unconscious tongue came out to wet his lips and Tim snapped several shots. Quatre looked down to the screen and smirked.
“Wufei, come here.”
He slid from the chair, face turning red slightly as he realized Heero had just kissed him in a room full of people. Quatre pointed down to the photo displayed on the screen and Wufei's eyes widened.
“Is that really me? You enhanced it somehow.”
Quatre rolled his eyes. “No, I didn't.”
Heero pressed to his right side and Duo his left. “Face it, Fei, you're fuckin' hot.”
“You are gorgeous, Wufei,” Heero agreed softly. “It's about time you realized that.”
“Ready for some more shots?”
He looked to Quatre. “It'll be embarrassing if someone has to kiss me just to get a good picture.”
“I volunteer!”
“I'll do it!”
Several more calls requested the pleasure before dark gazes from Duo and Heero silenced them. Quatre laughed softly. “If that's what it takes, I'm sure Heero and Duo won't mind.”
Wufei flushed, taking one last look at the screen before sighing. “All right. What next?”
They did several more poses with him before Quatre nodded. “Let's get all three of them now.”
He positioned them in a couple of simple poses before tapping his chin. “How adventurous will you guys let me get?”
Duo snorted a laugh. “Just let us keep our clothes on.”
Quatre chuckled and spread a red sheet over the area, placing a tall black stool in the center with the back toward the camera.
“Straddle that, Duo.”
He quirked an eyebrow but did as told. Quatre set a shorter stool slightly to Duo's left but still in front of him. “Heero, have a seat, facing slightly to the right, lean your shoulder to the back of the stool. Yeah, good. All right, Wufei, sit on the floor, back to the camera. Left leg down and right up.”
He pulled Wufei's left hand to prop on the floor and draped his right arm over his knee. “Now, look to the side so we can get a profile.”
Quatre backed away and Heero smirked as he looked at Wufei. “Having fun?”
Obsidian eyes dropped to the expanse of Heero's exposed chest. “Not yet, but if you let me help you take that off later, I'm sure that'll change.”
It surprised a laugh out of Duo while Heero's eyes widened in shock at the normally reserved man's blatant request. Wufei smirked and Tim snapped the shot.
The poses began to take on a slightly more sexual tone and it was having a decided effect on most in the room. By the time they reached the last pose and Quatre stepped away, Tim had to discreetly adjust himself.
Duo stood in the middle of the two Asians, a particularly predatory expression on his face. His arm was draped over Heero's chest, fingers just tucked into his shirt, while the Japanese man rested one hand on his forearm. The other was lightly caressing Wufei's face. The Chinese man was on his knees, Duo's other hand tangled in his hair.
After the camera flashed, Duo tilted Heero's head up and locked lips with him until the Japanese man's knees grew weak. As their tongues tangled, Heero's grip tightened on the arm around him, his legs trembling slightly as Duo reminded him exactly how talented his mouth was. When Duo released him, he slid down his body to the floor.
“Damn,” Tim whispered.
Quatre nodded. “I've had one of those before.” He cut his eyes to the photographer, “Trust me, Heero's not putting on airs. Duo knows what the hell he's doing with his tongue.”
They looked back to find Duo had squatted down and was now giving the same treatment to Wufei while his hand had slid inside Heero's shirt. Tim cleared his throat. “Uh, I think we're done, boss.”
Quatre nodded. “Yeah, go ahead and pack up. We'll start again in the morning.” He crossed to the three. “We're done here, if you guys would like to go.”
Duo tore his lips from Wufei and hauled his lovers to their feet. “Thanks, Quat, what time do we need to be here tomorrow?”
“Ten.” He chuckled as Duo all but dragged his non-resisting partners to the door. “Oh, and Duo, try no to wear them out too bad tonight.”
He snorted, ducked into the dressing room to grab his wallet and keys. “Can we bring the clothes back tomorrow?” he asked as he came out.
“Yeah.”
Duo's eyes returned to his lovers and he groaned softly. Heero had Wufei pressed to the wall, bodies grinding and hands roaming as they kissed. He pulled them from the studio, heading for Wufei's car.
“Where to?”
The two Asians broke fully apart. “The hotel's closer,” Heero said breathlessly.
He nodded and they managed to keep their hands to themselves for the drive. The doorman greeted them, a small smirk on his face at his boss' state of dishevelment. As soon as they hit the elevator, they were all over each other.
Reminiscent of their first night, Heero found himself sandwiched between the two beautiful men. The weeks were becoming increasingly difficult as he waited for the weekends to come. The few days they were together were incredible, but it wasn't enough. He didn't want to push them, but he couldn't deny, at least not to himself, that he wanted more. He wanted to go to bed with them every night and wake up snuggled together every morning.
They stumbled from the elevator to his room and he dropped the keys three times while trying to get the door unlocked. The lips on his neck and shoulders and the hands that had found their way beneath his clothes weren't helping in the least.
Duo chuckled softly and took the keys from Heero's fingers, unlocking the door. He tossed them to the coffee table while Wufei rid Heero of the shirt, as he'd claimed to want to do during the shoot. He licked his lips and looked up into lust-filled sapphire eyes, a small grin coming to his face.
“I'm having fun now.”
Heero groaned as Wufei gripped his hips and ground their erections together. He was so hard he was sure he wouldn't last long. After all the teasing, it was all he could do to form a coherent thought. Duo's hand slid down the back of his pants, a finger teasing at his opening, and coherent thought flew out the window, too.
Wufei caught Duo's eyes over Heero's shoulder and grinned. He dropped to his knees, pulling Heero's pants and underwear down in one smooth motion before taking his length between his lips. Heero's back arched into Duo and he thrust into the willing mouth, a cry slipping between his lips as he came.
Wufei continued to suck at the length, swallowing all that was offered and cupping the sac beneath it in his palm. Heero sagged against Duo, unable to get his breath back as Wufei continued to fondle him until he was getting hard again. The Chinese man stood and took his hand, pulling him to the bedroom.
He released Heero and slid off his shirt and pants, idly realizing he'd never put shoes on. He pulled off his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the eyes of his lovers on him. “Well?” He cupped his own length and pumped it twice. “You're not going to make me get off on my own are you?”
They fell on him with gusto and he laughed softly as the bed became a mass of twining arms and legs. Heero draped over him, taking his lips in a heated kiss while fingers probed his entrance. He gasped, as did Heero, and both their hips jerked as Duo pushed lubed fingers into them. Wufei moaned softly when a second finger was added and Heero dipped slightly, their erections lightly grazing each other.
Duo added a third finger and smirked when they broke apart, both gasping for air and rocking back onto his hands. He pulled them out and lubed the fingers up more before pushing three back into them in one thrust. Both of them cried his name and he shivered at the lust dripping from their voices.
He found and teased their prostates. Heero dropped his head to Wufei's chest, fists clenching in the pillow beneath Wufei's head while the Chinese man raked blunt nails over his back. Duo held his hips up just high enough so he and Wufei couldn't get more friction than the occasional graze to their erections.
“Duo, please...”
He decided to have mercy and pulled his fingers free, quickly smothering lube over Heero's erection and then his own. Heero pushed Wufei's knees to his chest and plunged inside the tight heat, wringing a sharp but pleasure-filled cry from his lover.
A moment later Heero was filled and all movement stopped as they tried to keep things from ending too soon. Heero fought to gather control of his breath. He was hot but shivering at the same time. He could never get enough of the dual sensations of filling and being filled. It was his favorite feeling in the world. But it seemed even better when it was with Duo and Wufei.
He'd enjoyed sex with Matt and Eric, but somehow it paled in comparison to the two he was with now. He'd loved them, hadn't he? That was why it had hurt so bad when they'd betrayed him. So what was the difference?
A hand cupped his cheek and he opened his eyes to look into deep onyx. Wufei tilted his head to the side, breath coming in short gasps as they continued rocking together. “What's wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You're thinking awfully hard about something when you should be enjoying yourself.”
Their thrusts slowed and Heero frowned. “I am. That's just it. I can't figure out the difference.”
“In what?” Duo asked.
“I loved Matt and Eric. I wouldn't have stayed with them for six years if I didn't. But somehow, being with you two is... so much better.”
Duo smirked and began rocking into Heero again, kissing and biting at his neck before taking his earlobe between his teeth. “Did they love you?”
He shivered and then groaned softly as Wufei clenched his muscles around him and Duo hit his prostate at the same time. “Dunno... I thought they did.”
“Well, considering what they did, I don't think they loved you as much as they should have.”
Wufei nodded in agreement and shifted his legs slightly so he could pull Heero down to nibble at his lips. “I doubt they loved you like we do.”
Heero gasped but wasn't able to answer as Duo picked up the pace and was soon slamming into him, consequently making him pound harder into Wufei. All coherent words stopped as moans and groans filled the air, along with the sound of them sliding in and out of each other.
Wufei very nearly came at the expression that had overtaken Heero's face when he'd said they loved him. It was the most heartbreakingly sweet thing he'd ever seen, followed by the most erotic as Duo increased the tempo. Heero's eyes slid closed, mouth dropping as he was driven closer to climax. His movements became erratic and he tipped over the edge, coating Wufei's insides and clamping tightly around Duo.
The braided man continued to pound until Heero was spent from his orgasm and gently pulled out. The Japanese man pulled out of Wufei and dropped to the side. Duo bit his lip and Heero rolled his eyes. “Well, come on, I want a show.”
Duo snorted a short laugh and moved forward to slide into Wufei. Heero watched the pair strive to reach their release and was somewhat surprised it wasn't happening quicker. He quirked an eyebrow and sucked two fingers into his mouth. He crawled back to them and wrapped his lips around Wufei's length while sliding a slick finger slowly into Duo. The pair shuddered at the added stimulation and Heero pressed another finger into Duo while swallowing Wufei to the hilt.
Duo's rhythm faltered and he came when Heero massaged his sweet spot. Wufei moaned heavily as he was filled again and his back arched as Heero worked over his length. He cried his own release and rode out his orgasm until exhaustion took over and he couldn't move anymore.
He cut his eyes to Heero when Duo pulled out and collapsed to the bed. “You've spoiled us.”
Heero laughed softly. “I guess that means I get to keep you.”
Duo reached out and took Heero's hand. “You couldn't get rid of us if you wanted to.”
“Hm. In that case, I have a proposition.”
They waited patiently as he took a breath and dropped his eyes. “Move in with me.” It was whispered with an uncertain tone.
Wufei raised up to his elbows. “You serious?”
“Yeah.”
He looked to Duo who shrugged. “This place beats the hell out of my apartment.”
Wufei nodded slowly. “Mine, too.” He smiled and leaned over, kissing Heero softly. “I'd love to.”
Duo nodded and took Heero's lips after Wufei pulled away. “Me, too.” They snuggled around the Japanese man. “Love you, both of you.”
“Me, too.” Wufei said sleepily.
Heero closed his eyes. “Ditto.”
TBC....
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