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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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“Um, Quatre, the hospital's the other way.”
The blond nodded. “I know, but there's something I want to show you.”
Wufei frowned slightly, not happy with the idea of a delay in getting his lover. He stared out the window, barely paying attention to the houses passing by until Quatre pulled up into the driveway of a large, three story house. “What are we doing here?”
The blond grinned and got out, waving a house key. He led the Asian inside and Wufei studied the huge fireplace set in the center wall of the great room. He examined the room before looking to the blond questioningly.
“I grew up in a house twice this size, or more. We had live-in staff and tons of people always around. I've enjoyed my apartment and living with Duo, but...” He moved further into the house. “I miss it. I miss having family and friends right there.”
Wufei leaned against the island in the kitchen. “I don't understand.”
Quatre turned and took a breath, meeting obsidian eyes. “Zechs and Heero have already agreed, do you think you and Trowa would like to live here with us?”
His eyes widened. “Quatre, I couldn't afford-”
He shook his head. “It's been in the family for years but no one has lived here since the early nineties. I'd asked my father when I was a teenager if I could have this house, so it's already mine.”
Wufei snorted softly. “A chalet in the mountains and a mansion?”
Quatre flushed slightly. “I had intended to pay for the house, but father won't let me. And I didn't ask for the chalet. It was a graduation present.”
Wufei chuckled softly. Quatre was definitely one of the wealthiest people he'd ever met, but he was also the sweetest, kindest, and least snobbish person in wealthy society. “I wasn't trying to imply you were spoiled.” He snorted. “I'm more spoiled than you are.”
Quatre chuckled. “So, what do you think about moving in here?”
Wufei chewed his lip. It was a beautiful home. “I'd have to talk to Trowa about it.”
The blond smiled. “Would you like to see the bedrooms?” He stood in the doorway of the room Wufei had fallen in love with, watching the Chinese man as he gazed over the balcony. He pulled out his cell. “Hey, it's me,” he whispered. “He loves it. I say go ahead and bring it over. We can bring Trowa by the house after we eat this afternoon... Yeah, thanks.”
******
Trowa smiled when his lover got out of the car and opened the back door as the nurse pushed him up to the car. He pushed slowly to his feet and climbed in. Wufei took Trowa's bag from the nurse. “Thank you.”
He nodded and looked to Trowa. “Take care, young man.”
“I will. Thanks.”
Wufei got in the back seat next to him and took his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Almost as good as new. Glad to be out of there.” He looked to the driver's seat. “Thanks for the ride, Quatre.”
“Not a problem. I figured Wufei would rather cuddle you than drive. And we have a reservation, so I hope you're hungry.”
“Starved. Where are we eating?”
“Outback,” Wufei answered.
Trowa draped his arm over Wufei's shoulders and pulled him tight to his side. “A steak sounds perfect right about now.”
******
Trowa started and his eyes shot to Quatre. “Are you serious?”
The blond raised a shoulder. “Why not?”
“All six of us in one house? It just doesn't seem like a great idea.”
Duo swallowed a bite of his steak and pointed his knife at Trowa. “It's not really any different than the dorms except we get private bathrooms.”
Trowa looked to Wufei. “What do you think?”
He sipped his water and set his fork down. “I think it sounds kind of nice.”
He sighed. “All right. We'll see some houses if that's what you want.”
“But would you want to?”
“I don't have a problem giving it a shot.”
Quatre and Duo exchanged smirks. “What say we all go have a look after we're done eating?”
“Wait? You already picked one out?”
Wufei smiled brightly. “Quatre showed it to me this morning.”
They finished their dinner and Trowa shook his head with a fond smile as Wufei almost dragged him from the restaurant. Anything that made his lover that excited was definitely worth looking into. They piled into Trowa's SUV and Wufei gave him directions.
“It's seven bedrooms and three and a half baths. There's one room that would be great for a games room and there's a swimming pool out back.”
Trowa pulled into the driveway Wufei directed him to and his brows raised as he took in the large, three story house. “How much is it?”
“It's paid for.”
“What?”
Wufei shook his head as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “It's been in Quatre's family for years.”
Trowa chuckled and allowed his lover to pull him inside. Wufei barely pointed out the vaulted ceilings of the large family room and the open floor plan which exposed the dining room and kitchen before pulling him up to the third floor. He paused outside of a door and looked to Trowa.
“This room is my favorite.” He opened the door and let Trowa go in first. The room was at least fifteen by fifteen feet, but that took a backseat to the large French doors that led to a balcony. Wufei opened the doors and stepped out, gazing at the view of the countryside spanning from the city limits.
“It faces west, so we wouldn't have to worry about the early sun waking us up and it's a great spot to watch the sunset.” He looked to Trowa and tilted his head to the side. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you're beautiful.”
He blushed and smiled softly. “What do you think?”
He pulled Wufei to his chest and kissed his temple. “I'm sold.”
Wufei grinned and raised up on his toes, planting a quick kiss to his lover's lips. “Come on, I want you to see the games room.” He tugged his taller lover down to the second floor and pushed the door open, immediately closing it again.
“Wufei?”
“Um...” His brows drew together. “You don't want to go in there now.”
The door opened and Wufei would have tumbled to the floor if Quatre hadn't caught him. “Yes, he does.” The blond smiled sweetly.
“But... it isn't... I'm not...” Wufei's protests were ignored as Zechs and Quatre moved him out of the doorway while Duo and Heero pulled Trowa into the room, closing the door.
Duo stood Trowa before an easel and grinned. “Try not to pass out.” He pulled the sheet off of the painting.
Trowa sucked in a breath. The background was a midnight blue, broken in the center by a chaise lounge covered with a white sheet. Wufei lay propped up, one knee raised and the other leg flat. His left hand was splayed on his stomach while the right lay palm up beside his cheek on the pillow. Another white sheet covered his pelvis, contrasting with the caramel skin. Obsidian eyes were half-lidded and his lips were set in a sultry pout.
“I don't know how the hell you got him to pose for that, but I take back every derogatory thing I've ever said about you.”
Duo snorted a laugh. “Don't worry about that. I'm sure I've earned every comment.”
Trowa couldn't tear his eyes from the portrait of his lover. It would easily be worth a thousand with Duo's popularity rising. “How much?”
Duo laughed. “Nothing. It was fun to do.”
Trowa licked his lips. “Excuse me.” He left the room and found Wufei pacing the kitchen nervously. He strode to him and pulled the Asian to his chest, crushing their lips together.
Wufei moaned under the onslaught of Trowa's hands roaming his body. He felt the cabinet hit his back and yelped as he was suddenly lifted to sit on the counter.
“Trowa!” Any further protest was silenced by the insistent tongue invading his mouth. He returned the kiss hungrily, hands slipping to Trowa's ass and massaging the firm muscles he found there.
Quatre and Zechs stood outside the kitchen door. The long haired blond smirked. “Looks like he liked his present.”
Quatre chuckled. “I'd say so.”
Trowa massaged Wufei through his pants before unzipping them and reaching inside. Wufei broke the kiss, head tilting back as he released a heady moan. Trowa watched the pleasure play across Wufei's face as he fell wanton to his desire.
“What do you want, Wufei?”
Obsidian eyes slit open at the seductive whisper and Wufei licked his lips. “Love me,” he answered on a breathy whisper.
Trowa smiled and kissed his forehead. “Always.” He kissed his lover languidly as his hands roamed over the Chinese man's chest. Wufei tangled his hands in his lover's hair. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
“Take me,” he whispered against Trowa's lips.
“I want you... You don't know how bad I want you, but I don't have any lube.”
Wufei whimpered softly. “I don't care.”
Trowa shook his head. “I would never hurt you.”
“I know.” He slid from the counter top and rubbed himself against Trowa's thigh. “I need you.”
Trowa snorted softly. “Duo was right.”
Obsidian eyes slit open. “About what?”
Emerald eyes widened. Had he said that out loud? “Um...”
Dark eyes became speculative. “Trowa, what was Duo right about?”
“That you'd be as big of a sex addict as the rest of us.”
They both looked to the doorway to find Duo leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face. Quatre, Zechs, and Heero stood just outside the door. Wufei scowled at the braided man, raising his chin.
“I'm not a sex addict.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Then would you care to explain why you're going at it in the kitchen in the middle of the day?”
He laid a slightly flushed cheek to his lover's chest. “I'm addicted to Trowa. There's a diff-” He cut off with a gasp when Trowa returned to pumping his length. He pressed his forehead to his lover's collar bone and reached his hands to grip the back of Trowa's shoulders.
Trowa shivered at the soft pants falling from his lover's lips, washing hot breath over his skin through his shirt. He leaned down to nibble at his lover's ear and Wufei tilted his head with a moan. He palmed his lover until he knew he was close to the edge and then he dropped to his knees, taking the heavy erection between his lips.
Wufei's head fell back and he gripped Trowa's shoulders tightly. A loud gasp escaped him when a saliva-slicked finger pressed inside and fondled his prostate. His orgasm hit him hard and he cried out loudly as his lover continued to milk him.
Trowa let Wufei's sated length slip from his lips and pulled the Asian to his lap when he slid to the floor.
“Damn, Tro, didja kill him?”
Surprising even himself, Wufei chuckled. “Not yet,” he said breathlessly.
Trowa laughed. “So... when are we moving in?”
Quatre shrugged. “After graduation.”
******
“It's been a long and arduous rode for many of us with plans that we pray come to fruition.” Quatre smiled. “But, if nothing else, we have the drive to achieve our goals, and we will. Because that drive is what earned us a spot on this campus, and it is the force that will propel us to where we want and deserve to be.”
A roar of claps and cheers agreed with his claim and the graduation ceremony came to an end. Quatre left the stage to find his friends and was instantly pulled tight to his lover's chest. Duo grinned. “So, Mr. Valedictorian, have any plans for this evening?”
“Well, there is this huge graduation party, but after that, I”m free. Did you have anything in mind?”
He kissed Quatre softly. “How about a private party? Just the two of us?”
Quatre smiled. “Sounds good to me.” He backed away from Duo to accept hugs and handshakes from his friends and family.
Mr. Winner leaned toward Duo. “Make sure he gives me a call when he lets you up for air sometime tomorrow.”
Duo laughed. “Will do.”
“Father!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
Quatre shook his head. “My sex life isn't something I want to hear you talking about.”
He chuckled. “I wasn't talking about your sex life. I was discussing what you should do after you finished your latest romp with your lovely boyfriend.”
Quatre rolled his eyes. “I'll talk to you tomorrow.” He pulled Duo from the auditorium, followed by their friends. He pulled the braided man's back to his chest and wrapped his arms about his waist as they walked toward his car. Duo folded his arms over his lover's, laughing softly. “Glad to be officially graduated?”
Quatre kissed his neck. “You have no idea. I thought the thesis would totally screw me.”
Duo looked over his shoulder and kissed his lover. “You thought no such thing.”
“All right, love birds,” Trowa began as he opened the back door to his SUV, “you keep that up and we won't make it to the hotel.”
Duo turned and tangled his hands in Quatre's hair as he pulled him into a deep kiss. The blond pressed him to the side of the vehicle, grinding their bodies together. Duo broke the kiss and tilted his head back, licking his lips. Quatre nibbled down his neck.
“Do we really have to go to the party?” the blond asked.
“It's... for your grad... oh... graduation,” Duo panted. “You'll... oh shit...” He folded his arms over Quatre's shoulders when the blond slid a hand down the back of his pants and teased his entrance. “Damn it, Quat... Please stop.”
Quatre pulled away. “Are you seriously turning down sex?”
He raked his fingers through Quatre's hair. “It's your last official thing with college. You'll regret not going.”
Quatre sighed and gave Duo another lingering kiss before releasing him. “All right, but your ass is mine later.”
He smirked. “I have no problem with that.”
They piled into the SUV, Quatre removing the graduation gown and sash, loosening his tie. The drive to the hotel took little over five minutes and they filed into the ballroom that was rapidly filling, music blaring over the loudspeakers.
“Doms get the drinks,” Duo said to his friends, “the rest of us will get a table.”
Heero and Zechs exchanged glances and the Asian shrugged. “I'll get the drinks.”
The blond nodded and followed Duo and Wufei to a booth in the corner.
“You decided on a major yet?”
Zechs looked to Duo as he slid into the booth. “I'm considering majoring in English and minoring in Literature.”
Wufei smiled. “I didn't know you liked Literature.”
He nodded. “I don't have a talent for writing like you do, but I'll read just about anything I can get my hands on.”
“Oh. Do you like fantasy?”
Zechs nodded. “I look forward to reading your book once it's published. I envy Trowa.”
“For what?” the brunette asked as the other three came to the table. He slid in beside Wufei while Zechs stood to let Quatre in to sit beside Duo.
“For being able to read his books before anyone else.”
Wufei blushed slightly. “I don't know that they're so good you should feel envious.”
Trowa shook his head. “Don't let him talk it down like that. He's phenomenal.” He smirked and rubbed his lover's thigh. “And the main characters are depicted beautifully... Especially Dane.”
“Oh?” Quatre asked. “What is it about him that you like?”
“Trowa,” Wufei warned.
He moved his hand to Wufei's crotch and massaged, pulling a startled gasp from his lover. “His slow progression into giving in to Antony.”
Wufei pulled Trowa's hand from his groin and glared at his lover. “You do recall Antony is a total and complete ass until the third book, right?”
Trowa shrugged. “Antony wasn't originally based on me. You changed a few things after we got together.”
Wufei looked away. “Well, then you should only like the fact the main characters are us and a reflection of us and our relationship. Other people probably won't like it as much.”
Trowa sipped his drink. “Your agent?”
“Loves 'forbidden' romances.”
“The publishing company?”
Wufei stirred the straw of his drink, gazing down into the glass. “Wants to reach a broader audience.”
Trowa sighed. “Fei, no matter how you look at it, you're a damn good writer.”
He gulped half his drink. “Trowa?”
“Yes?”
“Just get drunk and take me home.”
He laughed. “Yes, sir.” He drained his Long Island Iced Tea and leaned toward his lover. “Care to dance?”
Wufei drained his Rum and Coke and allowed Trowa to pull him to the dance floor. He draped his arms loosely over Trowa's shoulders as they swayed to the slow song. “Why'd you have to tell them that?”
He shrugged. “As soon as they read it, they'll know.”
“That doesn't mean it needs to be said.”
Trowa tilted his head to the side. “Are you mad?”
“Shots?”
Wufei looked to the girl carrying a tray of tubes. He smirked. “Two please.”
Trowa groaned when Wufei handed him one of the tubes. “Bottoms up,” Wufei said as he emptied his own shot.
Trowa drained the drink and handed the tube back to the server. Wufei pulled Trowa back to his chest. “No, I'm not mad.”
They danced for two more songs before returning to their table and ordering more drinks. As it neared midnight, Heero was shaking his head as he watched the pair, Zechs was the only one outside of himself who was anywhere near sober. While Zechs went to round up Quatre and Duo, Heero crossed the dance floor, clearing his throat. Trowa reluctantly pulled his lips from his lover's and looked to Heero.
“What?”
“You ready to get out of here?”
“Hm.” He looked down to Wufei, who was definitely three sheets to the wind. “Yeah.”
Zechs wove through the crowd, frowning when he couldn't find Quatre and Duo. He left the dance floor and walked along the walls. He stopped and snorted. Quatre had Duo pressed to the wall, bodies grinding and tongues shoved down each others' throats. He tapped Quatre's shoulder and waited for the blond to look to him.
“Are you ready to leave?”
“We have a suite,” Quatre said, a slight slur to his voice.
Zechs nodded. “Do you need help to get there?”
He shook his head. “No, we aaallll,” he dragged the word out, moving his hand in a circle, “have a suite.”
Duo scrunched his nose as he looked back and forth between the blonds. “Wha's up?”
“We're going to the room now,” Zechs answered.
“Oh.” Duo pushed from the wall and stumbled into Quatre. Both would have fallen had Zechs not caught them.
“Are you going to be able to make it up?”
“Of course,” Quatre answered and then stumbled forward as a weight jumped on his back.
“Quatre!”
“You're drunk,” the blond pointed out.
Wufei laughed. “So're you.”
Zechs looked to his lover. “We have a suite, apparently.”
“Where's the room?”
Quatre frowned. “At the Hilton.”
Duo snickered. “Don'cha know where ya are, Heero?”
The Japanese man took a breath. “What room?”
“Oh!” Quatre brightened and fumbled in his pocket for his key. “Penthouse suite.” He handed the card key over to Heero.
It took Heero and Zechs the better part of an hour to get their drunken friends to the suite. Quatre and Duo were trying help each other walk with Wufei practically hanging off of their backs and Trowa was busy kissing his lover's neck and fondling his ass.
When they reached their room, Duo tripped, pulling Quatre and Wufei with him. Trowa fell on top of them as his hand was down his lover's pants. All four broke out in drunken peals of laughter. Heero snorted and Zechs shook his head.
“Can we get out of the doorway?” Zechs asked.
“Yes,” Trowa said. “That doesn't mean we will, though.” Each word was overly enunciated, but he was proud it at least made sense.
“Okay.” Zechs leaned over and pulled Trowa to his feet, directing him toward the sofa.
Heero easily lifted Wufei and sat him next to Trowa. He returned with Zechs to get the other couple and pulled them to one of the bedrooms, where Duo and Quatre instantly curled around each other and passed out. They returned to the main room and found Wufei asleep with his head in Trowa's lap. The latter close to oblivion himself.
“Do you need help to your room?”
It took Trowa almost a full minute to focus on Zechs. “Yessss.”
Heero chuckled and easily lifted Wufei while Zechs supported Trowa. After getting them settled, Heero and Zechs went to the last room, Heero pulling the blond to his chest. “How tired are you?”
He smirked. “Not incredibly so.”
Heero claimed his lips and pulled him to the bed.
TBC....
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