\'Choo!

\"\'Choo!\"

Wufei grabbed another tissue and carefully wiped his nose for the 7th time in as many minutes. His head pounded, his eyes hurt, his throat was raw. \"What was I thinking?\" the ebon-haired pilot muttered. \"I should never have let Maxwell talk me into playing in the snow. That\'s the last time I let /any/one talk me into acting my age!\"

* * *

\"C\'mon, Fei, when have you /ever/ had any fun?\" Duo\'s eyes sparkled as Wufei hesitated. \"You\'ve done everything on your list for the weekend, and it\'s three o\'clock on Saturday afternoon. The snow\'s fresh, the sun\'s out, and --\"

\"Okay, Duo, you win! I\'ll go play in the snow with you just to shut that yammering mouth of yours.\"

\"Goody!\" Duo Maxwell grabbed his Chinese friend\'s hand and pulled him through the kitchen and back door of their safe house on the edge of the woods.

\"Maxwell!\" Wufei screamed. \"What in the /hell/ are you doing? We need coats! We need hats! We need --\"

*sploosh*

A sloppy-wet snowball landed square on Wufei\'s chest, sliding down the length of the boy\'s tee shirt, outlining his muscular torso.

\"Maxwell!\"

Duo laughed as he scooped up more snow for a second missile to hurl at his friend. \"Get with it, Fei, or you\'ll never catch up!\" Duo\'s second lob narrowly missed the Chinese boy\'s left ear as the Asian pilot crouched, his martial arts training springing to life.

\"Maaaaaaxwelllll!!\"

\"Anyone ever tell you you\'re really cute when you get mad, Fei?\" Duo bent down to gather more snow for a third ball of slush to chunk at his friend. He never made it up. Wufei\'s rage had propelled him at top speed across the slippery field to tackle Duo.

\"Hey!\" Duo went down on his back.

\"I\'ll kill you for this!\" Wufei grabbed for Duo\'s throat; The long-haired boy seized his friend\'s wrists.

\"Well, whad\'ya /think/ we were gonna do out here? Build a snowman?\" Both boys began to wrestle in the snow.

\"Yes!\" Duo flipped Wufei over, straddling the boy\'s waist with his knees.

\"Gods, Fei!\" Duo rolled his eyes. \"You\'re not /serious/!\" Wufei flipped Duo onto his back, and the two began rolling down the shallow hill that sloped toward the edge of the woods.

*shhhhromp!*

\"Ooof!\"

*bob-id-da bob-id-da bob-id-da boom!*

\"Hey! Hey!\"

*pifffffft*

They came to rest, if rest you call it, in a snowdrift between three beech trees, four feet poking out from a boy-shaped depression in the snow. Wufei struggled up, producing a cloud of snow dust that would have done Charlie Brown\'s friend Pigpen proud.

\"Arrrrgggghhhh! Maxwell, you are /so/ dead!\"

The pile of snow before Chang Wufei began to vibrate. A muffled giggle emanated from within. Wufei kicked at Duo\'s feet, and the giggle ballooned into a hearty guffaw. Duo sat up, holding his sides, laughter rocking him forcefully. Wufei kicked snow in Duo\'s face, then turned to stamp up the hill, slipping once near the top.

\"Wu-Wu-Wufei!\" Duo couldn\'t stop cackling. \"Don\'t go \'way mad; just [ack ack] just go [huc huc!] away!\"

\"Shut the hell up, Duo!\" Wufei reachhe the top of the hill and stormed into the house, leaving his comrade rolling with laughter in the mound of snow below.

* * *

Clothes, off, towel, on; shower, hot; fresh towel, on; terrycloth robe, on; bunny slippers, soft. Wufei scowled at his image in the mirror; he did /not/ like leaving his hair unbound in front of his comrades, but he was too tired to tie it back. He marched into the great room of the safe house, straight to the easy chair where Quatre Raberba Winner was curled up with a book and cup of hot cocoa. The Chinese boy bent over until his nose was just behind Quatre\'s book. When the delicate blonde boy looked over the top of his novel, he saw jet black eyes glowing with righteous indignation. In a low, level voice laced with utter seriousness, Wufei quietly hissed: \"Tea!\"

Quatre meeped, dropped his book and hopped over the arm of the chair. \"Right away, Wufei, no problem. You just...just have a seat on the couch, make yourself comfortable, I\'ll have tea ready for you in a jiffy.\" Quatre scurried into the kitchen. Wufei moved to the couch, stepping between four legs belonging to Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, both spread out on the floor before a fire, concentrating on their chess game. Wufei plopped down on the couch, crossing his legs and laying his head back. As he stared at the ceiling, a quiet voice floated up to him.

\"Could\'ve told tha that would happen,\" Heero said without looking up from the chess board.

\"Duo\'s a great asset in battle, Wufei, which is exactly why you should /never/ play with him.\" Trowa spoke evenly, watching Wufei for a reaction. The exhausted Wufei sighed loudly.

\"Tea\'s ready!\" Quatre sang from the kitchen. He poured a cup of the fragrant blend, Wufei\'s favorite, and carried the steaming liquid to the couch. He held the tea out for Wufei to take. The Chinese boy\'s head and arms were stretched out across the back of the sofa. \"Fei?\" Quatre spoke gently.

His only answer was a soft snoring sound from the golden-skinned pilot\'s open mouth.

* * *

\"\'Choo! Curse the day that American was born!\"

\"Oh, Wufei, don\'t be so hard on him.\"

\"\'Choo!\"

\"Come /on/! He asked for it.\"

\"\'Choo!\"

\"Leave him alone, Heero; can\'t you see he\'s miserable?\"

\"\'Choo!\"

\"Trowa, Heero, Quatre? Can I have a moment with Fei? Alone?\" The three left without a word. Duo Maxwell pulled a c up up to the side of Wufei\'s bed.

\"Fei, I\'m really sorry. All I wanted was for you to let down a bit; you know, relax and have fun.\"

\"Out.\"

\"Aw, c\'mon, Fei-chan, I was just --\"

\"Out, Maxwell.\" The Chinese pilot pointed weakly toward the door.

\"But Wufei...\"

\"\'Choo!\"

* * *

\"C\'mon, Duo. Moping isn\'t gonna make Wufei get better any faster.\"

\"I know, Heero, but I still feel bad about the way things turned out. I just --\"

\"Wanted him to have fun,\" Heero finished.

\"Yeah.\" Duo slumped lower in his chair, socked feet hanging over one side, his braid trailing the floor over the other arm of the overstuffed La-Z-boy. He looked up at Heero, who looked down sternly at his lover. Duo\'s eyes locked with Heero\'s.

\"Anyone ever tell you you\'ree whe when you\'re mad, Heero?\"

Heero Yuy leaned over and planted a kiss right on his long-haired lover\'s lips.

\"Mmmm,\" Duo purred. \"You sure know how to cheer a guy up, Heero,\" Duo said as Heero broke away.

\"Well,\" Heero said, his nose almost touching Duo\'s, \"I can\'t bear the thought of you feeling bad, love. Wanna snuggle on the couch - or the bed?\" Heero smirked.

\"On the couch, Heero, and would you mind -- no, on second thought -- better make it on the bed.\" A worried look crossed Duo\'s face, then faded quickly.

\"Duo?\" Heero said. \"What\'s wrong?\"

\"Oh, nothing, Heero, just forget it.\"

\"No, really, what is it?\"

\"Well, if you have to know, it\'s Wufei. If he were to come out here and see us cuddling, it\'d only make him feel worse.\"

\"I guess you\'re right, Duo, but -- it\'s not like he hasn\'t seen us do that before -- or Tro \'n\' Quat, either.\"

\"I know, I know, it\'s just -- hey, Heero? I\'ve got an idea!\"

\"Yesss?\" Heero grew suspicious whenever Duo got an idea. Too many of them had blown up in his face too many times in the past.

\"What? Don\'t look at me that way, Heero!\"

\"Duo,\" Heero said, drawing out his lover\'s name, \"What exactly is on your mind?\"

\"Oh, Heero, c\'mon, I\'m only thinking of poor Wufei. He\'s got a cold, and I practically gave it to him, so don\'t you think it\'s only fair that I --\"

\"No, Duo, stop! Stop right there! You will /not/ go there.\"

\"Too late, sweetheart! Already been, and wanna go back!\"

\"Duo!\"

\"Aw, Heero, what\'s wrong with making sure Fei-chan has a little fun? It\'s for a good cause!\"

\"Duo, tell me exactly what you\'re thinking, and then I\'ll decide whether I want to participate or not.\"

Duo leaned up from his chair, put his arms around Heero\'s neck, and drew the muscular boy close. He whispered in Heero\'s ear for a minute, then two.

Heero\'s stern face grew calm in concentration, then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped. He drew a breath quickly.

\"Duo! No way! Wufei would never agree to...\"

Heero\'s eyes widened further as Duo continued to whisper in his lover\'s ear. A big grin slowly grew across Duo\'s face. As he finished the last of what he had to say, the grin spread to Heero\'s face.

\"You\'re sure? I mean, if you don\'t do it just right, Wufei will never...\"

\"Trust me, Heero; Fei-chan will never have a chance to take it the wrong way. So, will you help me?\"

Heero fidgeted. \"Um...er...aaah...\"

\"C\'mon, Heero! You\'ve never shrunk from a challenge before, have you? Trust me; I won\'t let you down.\"

Heero made his decision. \"Okay, Duo, but if this goes wrong...\"

\"It won\'t.\" Duo clapped his hands together in glee. \"Now you go talk to Trowa; I\'ll find Quat and make sure he\'s with us.\"

* * *

Chang Wufei sat on the couch in the great room of the safehouse, bundled up in his terrycloth robe, a blanket wrapped around his feet.

\"Want some more tea, Wufei? Your cup\'s almost half empty.\" Duo hopped up without waiting for an answer and hurried to the kitchen to get the teapot off the stove. He returned to the great room and poured more tea for his friend.

\"That\'s the third cup you\'ve poured for me, Maxwell. What gives? You\'ve never been this...nice to me before.\"

\"I told you, Wufei, I feel bad about you getting a c I f I feel responsible, and I want to make it up to you.\" Wufei looked askance at his friend, then started to say something. He interrupted himself.

\"\'Choo!\"

\"Drink some more tea, Fei, it\'ll do you good.\" The Chinese boy took another sip.

\"Feeling okay, Wufei?\" Duo set the teapot down on a hot pad on the end table next to the couch. \"Here, let me adjust your blanket.\" Duo pulled the blanket up from Wufei\'s knees to his waist, making sure he brushed against the pilot\'s groin. Wufei shuddered, but tried to mask his reaction. He blushed slightly.

\"Oh, maybe you don\'t need the blanket. You look hot now.\" Duo pulled the blanket down, dragging his hand across his friend\'s privates again. Wufei shuddered once more and reached out to grab his comrade\'s wrist.

\"What do you think you\'re doing, Maxwell?\"

\"Just trying to take care of my friend, Wufei.\" Duo smiled innocently while shoving his hand down to grope Wufei\'s package.

\"Maxwell! Stop! Stop it!\" Wufei protested verbally, but made no move to stop Duo.

\"Oh, c\'mon, Fei, I\'m just trying to help you relax. \'Sides, you know you\'ve been tense the past few days. You need...a release.\" Duo finished as though the thought had just occurred to him.

Wufei pushed Duo\'s hand away. His face flushed. \"I don\'t need your help...\"

\"Oh, I think you /do/, Fei. And I\'ve got just the thing to help you.\" At that moment, Trowa entered the great room wearing nothing but bikini briefs. Wufei gaped at the tall pilot\'s musculature, his eyes traveling down the boy\'s taut body to the ample bulge between his legs. Trowa stretched, arching his back, his hands high above his head. He laid down on his tummy on the bearskin rug before the fire and began to read the comics from the local paper.

Wufei couldn\'t take his eyes off the eye candy his friend Trowa was providing for him. Duo gently withdrew his hand and watched as Wufei\'s jaw went slack. He looked in the direction of the master bedroom, and on cue, Quatre ran into the great room wearing nothing but a towel. Heero chased the young blonde boy, flicking a wet towel at his friend\'s legs.

\"Heero! Stop it!\" Quatre danced around the room, giggling as he stepped between Trowa\'s legs. Heero caught up with Quatre and tagged him with the wet towel. Quatre fell to the floor on the rug next to Trowa, who looked up from his reading.

\"Well, what have we here?\" Quatre\'s face was flushed from his play with Heero. Trowa put the paper down and lifted the edge of Quatre\'s towel. \"Looks like something tasty to me.\" Trowa put his hand under the towel and began to grope his lover. Quatre responded by moaning softly.

Wufei\'s eyes bulged.

Duo smiled, then spoke to his own lover. \"You really shouldn\'t chase Quatre like that, Heero. You might get hurt, running in the house like that.\"

\"Oh, so you\'re in charge now, is that it?\"

\"As a matter of fact I /am/.\"

\"We\'ll see about that.\" Heero crossed the room to Duo and grabbed him roughly, pushing him to the floor, laying on top of him. Duo smirked and leaned up to kiss Heero. Both boys moaned gently.

Next to Heero and Duo, Quatre was slowly undulating back and forth, his hips weakly pumping as Trowa massaged his balls under the towel. He smiled, glassy-eyed as Trowa warmed to his work.

\"Too many clothes, Heero.\" Duo began to unbutton his lover\'s shirt.

\"Oh, Trowa, whatever you do, don\'t stop!\" Quatre scooted his hips forward and eased his back down to the floor. Trowa smiled and stuck his head up under Quatre\'s towel.

\"So, you\'re gonna take my shirt off? Well, two can play at /that/ game!\" Heero pulled Duo\'s tee over his long-haired lover\'s head, and promptly took a tan nipple in his mouth. Duo arched his back and let a whimper slip from his cherry lips.

Wufei sat slack-jawed on the couch, unbelieving. His best friends and comrades were making out, right in front of him. And they didn\'t seem to notice that he was watching. His hand involuntarily slipped into his terrycloth robe and found its way to his growing arousal.

Trowa continued his work on Quatre, who now had his knees up in the air. He pulled at the towel and exposed his soft yellow curls to Trowa, who leaned up on his elbows to slowly pump his full lips up and down on his lover\'s fully erect cock.

Heero was on his knees, undoing Duo\'s pants.

Wufei began working the precum at the tip of his hardening cock with the thumb and forefinger of his hand.

Quatre moaned loudly. \"Oh, Trowa! Please, Trowa, don\'t stop! Keep going!\" Trowa had lifted off of Quatre\'s cock to stand and shimmy out of his briefs. He stood naked before Wufei, but didn\'t look at the pilot. He moved to Quatre\'s head and kneeled there, then bent over his lover to take his cock in his mouth again. Quatre moaned and began to suck Trowa off, taking the long length of his partner in his hot little mouth.

Wufei began to drool, conscious only of the fire in his belly.

Heero was now down to his bright red thong. Duo\'s pants were around his knees, and his cock was poking out of his black silk boxers. Heero positioned himself over his lover\'s hips and drove downward, taking Duo\'s cock full in the ass. Duo called his lover\'s name.

\"Heero, oh, Heero! Yess, yess!\"

Quatre mrrphed and mumbled around Trowa\'s long cock. \"Don\' stop, Trowaf. Morf, morf!\"

Wufei watched as his friends spiraled to heaven before him. He pumped himself with abandon.

Five hot boys wriggled their way to sweet release.

Quatre swallowed Trowa\'s cum as the tall boy shivered over his lover.

Duo called his lover\'s name as he spurted his hot seed against Heero\'s prostate, then grabbed the erect cock in front of him and pumped it unti Heero came all over his nipples.

Trowa stuck his finger up Quatre\'s ass, making the young blonde boy pump hard into Trowa\'s mouth. A minute later, Quatre screamed Trowa\'s name as he ejaculated into his lover\'s throat. Trowa swallowed greedily.

Wufei\'s hand slid up and down his proud cock until he could bear it no more. He came hard, spurting into the air, the sticky sweet seed falling to his terrycloth robe.

* * *

\"What the hell happened here?\"

\"Oh, c\'mon, Fei, we were all just having a little fun.\"

\"FUN?! You and Heero were fucking on the floor in front of me! And Trowa and Quatre were sucking each other off right next to you on the bearskin rug!\"

\"Well...\" Duo\'s eyes slid to the floor. He was unable to stop the smile that spread across his face.

\"We thought you might enjoy...\" Quatre\'s comment was cut off by Wufei\'s scowl. The blonde pulled the towel around himself again. Trowa looked up, the grin of a lion just fed on his face.

\"Duo wanted to make it up to you, Wufei,\" Heero said. \"So he put a little...something...in your tea.\"

\"Just to help you relax,\" Duo added. \"You didn\'t mind, did you?\"

\"What was it?\" Wufei\'s eyes darkened and narrowed.

\"Oh, just...a little aphrodisiac, that\'s all.\" Duo began to snicker. \"Think it worked?\"

\"Why you little...\"

\"Oh, c\'mon, Fei, admit it. You found it attractive, ne?\" Wufei dropped his chin to his chest. He closed his eyes.

\"I can\'t believe I let you do this, Maxwell.\"

\"Think of it as a make up for helping you catch your cold. We all know you\'ve had the hots for each of us in turn. Since we\'re all pretty familiar with each other, I didn\'t see the harm in arranging for a little floor show for you.\"

\"Well,\" Wufei said, blushing, \"it was pretty...intense.\"

\"Oh, goody!\" Duo clapped his hands together. \"Fei liked our show! See, Heero? I told you it wouldn\'t backfire!\"

Wufei looked glumly at his friends. Trowa smiled, Quatre broke into a big grin, and even Heero\'s lips curled up at the corners. Duo broke into laughter, and the room erupted in glee.

\"Okay, so you got me, and got me good,\" Wufei said. \"Wanna go again? This time with me taking a more active role?\" The Chinese pilot smiled with half-lidded eyes.

Duo meeped. Quatre stood and ran to the bedroom. Heero coughed and began gathering his clothes. Trowa shrugged and blushed.

Wufei sneezed again. \"\'Choo!\"

Owari